Everyone on the team knows Azzi doesn't like you, unsure why but its very clear she shows no interest in talking to you.
After a rough practice, you decide to rinse off in the locker room. Gently scrubbing your sore legs as you heard somebody walk into the shower room. You don't think anything of it until you hear Azzi say she's just going to take a quick shower before she leaves.
Your breath hitched as you heard her foot steps approaching.
"Y/N, I know your in here"
You don't say anything, just continued washing, until you hear 3 soft taps on the shower door.
"Um-Uh yeah?"
Azzi opens the door, stepping in the shower with you. Her sexy toned body covered in sweat as she started to rinse off. Confused, you almost ask what the fuck she was doing, til she pinned you to the wall. Water pouring overtop her head as her hand covers your mouth.
"I know you have a little crush on me, everyone knows"
Your heart drops as she whispers in your ear.
"I think its fucking pathetic, I would never date you, remember that." Azzi tells you as her free hand starts to run down your body, groping you.
Heat pools between your legs as she looks you up and down. You choke on your breath as her hand stops in between your slightly trembling legs.
"Tell anyone about this, and I will kill you, understand?"
You franticly nod, as she inserts two long fingers in you.
"God you really are a fucking slut, I didn't even have to do anything and your already soaking for me."
Azzi pumped her fingers in you, still covering your mouth, making sure not a single sound escapes. It didnt take much for you to fall apart on her, your knees buckled as you came in her hand.
"Fucking whore" Azzi mutters as she walked out the shower, leaving you confused and wanting more
later that night, you heard 3 soft taps at your door, confused on who it could be, you shyly open the door.
To your surprise , it’s azzi. She looked ashamed to even be there, but if she was being honest, she couldn’t keep you out her head.
“Hey..” You say.
Without making eye contact, Azzi pushed past you, going straight to your couch. You follow, not knowing what was to come.
You go to sit next to her
“not there” Azzi said taking a disappointed sigh.
You straddle her, resting your hands on her shoulders.
“Good girl” She praised, planting small kisses on your neck.
Azzi's hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you down harder against her lap as her kisses turned rougher, teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp.
Subconsciously, you start to grind against Azzi, letting off soft moans as she bruised your neck
'You're a needy little slut for me, aren't you?' she murmured against your throat, her voice laced with that possessive edge that sent shivers down your spine
One hand sliding up to tangle in your hair and yank your head back. “ fuck, you look so pretty when you're desperate like this, just ready to give it all up to me”
She flipped you onto your back on the couch , her eyes dark with hunger as she shoved your thighs apart, settling between them without hesitation.
Her mouth eager to taste you, tongue flicking out to lap at your clit with mean, deliberate strokes that had you arching and whimpering.
'That's it, take it like the pathetic whore you are,”she degraded between licks, keeping you in you place, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl, then softening to circle your aching hole.
It didn’t take you long to make a mess on her, the whole situation already had you on adage.
Azzi rushed to clean her face and put her shoes on. She spent an hour of her time to cater to you pleasure, but looked both ways before leaving you dorm, embarrassed to be seen with you.
“Don’t tell anyone about this, trust me, they won’t believe you”
MRS. FUDD’S REQ — C.C
✝︎ synopsis — there’s literally not much plot. iowa cc gets mad at you for being a dog awful player and fucks some of her greatness into you ig.
✝︎ warnings — smut, fingering, strap.
✝︎ author’s note — it’s really short and prob not my best ever.
iowa had a disgusting loss today. twenty point upset, and caitlin was pissed at you. you were why they lost. you missed five wide open shots and turned the ball over three times. she thought she could kill you. especially when you tried to say it was her fault. you told her she didn’t pass when she was supposed to.
you two weren’t really dating, but you hooked up a lot. she’d always find a way to kiss you in stolen moments, touch you up and down when she believed nobody else was watching. you made her the happiest and irresistibly the angry.
the locker room was tense between the both of you. everyone else had left so far, leaving you two behind. you could hear the loud rattle every time she threw something: shoes, her phone, her keys.
“you’re acting like a baby, cait.” you hissed at her.
the door of her locker slammed shut suddenly when she heard you say that. the muscles and veins running up her long arm flexing with each twitch. “seriously? i’m acting like the baby? you couldn’t make a shot, and it’s my fault?” she was yelling at you from across the locker room. “you’re a fuckin’ loser, dude.” that’s all she said. her nose scrunched slightly.
sweat beaded on her neck still from the game. her hair was pulled back in her usual pony tail, but it was loose right now.
“shut up.”
“me? shut up?? i scored half the teams points. jesus, i love this team, but you guys can’t throw a fuckin’ ball in a net if it was in your face.” caitlin kept talking. her voice echoing every insecure thought in your head. you were pulling your damp black and gold shorts off, tossing them aside, until you felt her hands grip your hips and shove you up into the locker.
“answer me, bitch.” her voice was raspy next to your ear, hot breath skimming your sensitive throat. caitlin’s fingers dug into your hips, her nails clawing at you desperately. “you’re fucking stupid. you hear me?” cait’s hand roughly slapped your ass, then dragged you against her crotch where she grind against you.
heat flushed your body, creeping up your neck, the feeling of her hips rolling against you drove you crazy. “i-i’m sorry, caityyy.” you gasped. breath leaving your lungs as you choked when her big hand grabbed your throat. her thumb pressing into your vein.
your throat was burning from the pressure of her hand until her fingers crept underneath your boxers. her middle finger starting to circle around your swollen clit. “nah. don’t say sorry. ion wanna hear another fucking word from you.”
each roll of her finger made you hips buck into her hand wildly. her hand let loose of your throat just to pull your underwear down.
you almost said something, anything, but she didn’t let you. “shut up, bitch.” caitlin shoved you down on top of the bench in the locker room. your legs dangling over each side of it while she hovered overtop of you.
she didn’t warn you when her fingers plunged inside of you— knuckle deep. you soaked her fingers nicely, cunt drooling translucent wetness on the wooden bench adding a pretty shine to it. your hips moved down on her hand more insistently, trying to take all of her that you could. the stretch of her two fingers was so delicious.
“f-fuck, caitlin,” you moaned. your pretty lips parted while your head hit against the bench.
her heated palm was working your clit while her fingers pumped inside of you. she crooked her fingers just so her finger tips would slam against the gummy area— soft, spongy. the feeling of you being so tight and wet while wrapped around her fingers made her fuck you harder.
the tension in your stomach curling around your entire body, your hips grinding desperately into her long fingers. “only thing you’re good for is a fuck.”
her degrading words made pleasure shoot through your body. your cunt tightened around her pale fingers until you came, clenching and unclenching, slicking her fingers all the way down.
caitlin couldn’t keep her hands off of you the entire time she’d dragged you to her dorm. her hands greedily worshipping you from your tits to your ass— cupping everything and groping all of you. she’d pushed your lanky body down onto the bed, not even hesitating to take you again.
you wanted all of her. you knew it’d hurt. your head was still spinning from your earlier orgasm. your thighs shaking while your knees felt like they’d give out. good for you, your back was pressed down into her mattress. your fingers curling into caity’s sheets. you knew what she was about to do, even before you heard velcro snapping and buttons clicking.
she started kissing you. her tongue traced your perfect teeth from that stupid smile she loved so much. caitlin’s hands went to your wrists, pulling them to above your head, keeping you pinned.
“cait.. it hurts..” you whined into the kiss, because your flesh was so sensitive.
the thick tip of silicone dragged inside of you. the heavy head splitting you open perfectly while you drenched the shaft of her dick. her mouth was muffling every broken moan spilling from your lips while her hips rolled into yours.
the headboard started to thump into the wall, a nice little rhythm. your tits bounced with each hard thrust from her. her hands went from your wrists down to your hips. caitlin purposely holding your hips down while she pounded into your tight pussy. each thrust burning you. you were gripping her cock so tight, clenching around that big shaft.
her rhythm grew more demanding, forcing you to yell her name. the base of her strap rubbing her own clit, getting her off alone with the sound of your throat that could barely process simple syllables as the back of your neck was raw from moaning.
your body arched. your tits pressing up into caitlin’s chest completely. your bodies flushed together while you cummed around her strap.
she let out a little groan in your ear. her fingers leaving bruises on your skin. a breathless whine from her lips as she drew it out of you with a slick pop.
“pass the damn ball next time.” caitlin muttered before unbuckling her strap and tossing it to the side. your cum messily dripping on her sheets and table from the silicone, but she didn’t care.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
âś“ Live Streamingâś“ Interactive Chatâś“ Private Showsâś“ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
would someone send me a really short recommendation so i can write sum that’s like 2k words and not feel guilty? cause i wanna write sumn but i don’t wanna have to write a whole bunch of shi.
