11rosebunny

[11rosebunny]

shidou ryuusei x fem!reader

warnings… explicit smut, p in v, overstimulation, mind breaking, corruption, rough sex

a/n… i’m writing this at 2:44am absolutely going insane thinking about shidou while i’m ovulating help me </3

Shidou had a nasty habit of not being able to control himself in bed. Even with your pleading of cries and yells, claiming he’s;

“Too much!” or you,

“C-can’t…!”

He still remained pounding your sore pussy like an absolute brute. He’d lose all sanity whenever he managed to fuck you so good you became dumb on his cock.

The drool slipping down the corner of your lips, your brows wincing like they were about to snap, and eyes practically filled with pink hearts each time you felt his cock slam into your cervix.

“Shiiiit,” He dragged, pounding back down harshly in your pussy—forming a twisted smile on his face.

“You’re drivin’ me insane…!” Shidou laughed when he hit a particularly sweet spot causing you to shriek.

He continued slamming into you, knowing you’re completely overstimulated. Despite the fact, it only made him want to ruin you more.

“Take my fucking cock pretty girl,” He cooed, “Shhit—take it,” His voice began faltering as he held onto you for dear life continuously fucking into you.

Your legs dangled in the air on his shoulders, tongue lolling out when you felt his sticky balls slap onto your pussy lips.

“Take it, take it, take it, take it—Fuck!” Shidou shouted when he felt your walls clamp down on him as you let out a strained moan below him.

He couldn’t be bothered to slow down even for your sake—the only thing that goes through his mind while fucking you is simple; to ruin you completely.

i wrote this with my vagina leave me alone *crying*

[11rosebunny]

i lied bro why are my managers giving me 8 hour shifts back to back

[11rosebunny]

FUCK THEM EXAMS THEYRE SCARED OF ME #GRADUATED 😭😭😭

forgive me for going inactive for like 4 days, i was busy caught up studying, i’m now checking requests and will try to get them done for you guys!! 😋😋

[11rosebunny]

Snuffy and spanking oughh 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 wonder what would set off a patient man like him to warrant punishment– (req if you wanna write that!) also I just found your page and your writing is phenomenal thank you so much

ahhh thank you so much i’m glad you like my work!!! here is your finished request—love you anon! >_<

[11rosebunny]

BEHAVE | Marc Snuffy x Fem!Reader

summary… when being offered to go on a live interview, you accepted the contract with snuffy being supportive. however, when he watches the live stream—he witnesses you grow an attitude and makes you learn a lesson

warnings… smut, spanking, faux sympathy, a bit of a mean!snuffy, degrading (only once), restrained arms (reader has arms tied) comfort at end

word count… 1.4k

a/n… so glad you like the hc of snuffy being into spanking haha. i was a bit worried if some weren’t to like the topic with him even though i felt that it fit his character. anyways, thank you for the request anon!

It was a small argument when it first happened. The drive home from the studio where it aired you being interviewed as Snuffy’s wife was scheduled to be during the same time he had a playful match against France. Initially, the two of you were planning to go together but ultimately decided it was best Marc would go to play his match which ended up with you two parting ways.

It’s rare for you to receive emails of being offered to be aired on a T.V channel. Thousands of people were finally going to meet the famous players wife on live and answer some personal questions to get the viewers intrigued. Despite the fact Snuffy couldn’t be there physically, he promised you to watch your interview after his game. Fortunately, it was also about the same time the show would be live.

Currently, Snuffy sat in the men’s locker room, drying off from his shower with his phone in hand. His naked body was still dripping with water, not caring about the cold air that hit his torso. He at least threw on a clean pair of boxers for decency to shield his lower half before quickly clicking on the live show.

After the series of commercial breaks, the interview finally started, with you sitting on a sofa and presumably, the person who was interviewing you was a male around your age.

Odd, Snuffy had never seen him before.

He knew there were thousands of interviewers around the world. He’s even gotten offers overseas where shows would pay for his full flight and hotel room just to see the famous football player at their studio. He’s done it before as well. Being in plenty of interviewers before, Snuffy honestly thought the person he would see beside you on live would be someone he was familiar with. But it wasn’t.

He brought the face towel that was hanging on his shoulder to the top of his head to dry the little water droplets that were falling down his nose. His eyes never once left the screen even while trying to care for himself, only eager to see how your interview will go. It started off normal, just a brief introduction of the show’s studio and who their special guest was on the new episode. There was even a live crowd, though Marc knew they were most likely paid actors to follow the simple of instructions to; clap, laugh, and awe.

And before he knew it, the show started and ended quickly with him absolutely irritated.

His fingers held the stirring wheel tighter than usual. His elbow propped up on the open window shield where the back of his hand covered his mouth from saying any more. The ring on his hand that was driving the car shined through the rear view mirror as he flickered his eyes to the object to scan your figure. You were upset too, looking out on your side of the car’s window and legs scrunched away from him. Snuffy blinked away furrowing his brows.

“You know what you did was wrong,” His voice boomed after the only sounds that were heard throughout the car ride was shouting just seconds ago. Your eyes remained glued to the moving images of the scenery before you. Night sky starry and roads practically empty with a car passing by every now and then.

“…”

“Well you could have at least shown up, Marc.”

Ouch.

The blonde man let out an exasperated exhale, already fed up with the excessive amount of arguing you two just had moments before.

“That still doesn’t excuse you to call your husband dead beat, am I right?”

“You can’t be serious right now…!” You finally snapped your head at his figure. He continued to stare at the gloomy road as you stared back at him in disbelief.

“It was a stupid joke! The crowd was laughing and the person interviewing me even—“

“Hah!” He suddenly laughed taking you by surprise. “Yeah? You had a joyful time with him alright.”

You went quiet. Your eyes were wide and filled with beyond belief. Your husband looked away from the road for a split second, almost praying to calm himself down.

“…What is wrong with you?” Your voice barely came out in a whisper

Snuffy turned his face to yours, “What’s wrong with me?” He repeated with a hiding smile.

He slowly took his eyes off you, tracing the canine of his teeth with his tongue while still smiling. Once his eyes were back on the roach, he then placed his other hand on the wheel. You continued to eye him uttered by his behaviour.

“I’ll tell you when we get home,” His hands gripped the stirring wheel for dear life.

He was still heated with rage, though he kept a neutral atmosphere for the rest of the car ride home. He still continued to open the car door for you, take your bags inside, unlock the house and set aside his and your belongings in your shared bedroom. The blonde-haired male did not speak even when getting ready for bed together, however. All had changed when the both of you were finally atop your bedsheets, with you yelping loudly beneath him.

“Mm,” He hummed soothing the flesh of your ass with his right palm, the other held softly on the back of your other thigh soothingly. Snuffy’s eyes were glued on the way you began to soak through your pretty underwear, each time growing wetter and wetter whenever you received a harsh strike on your ass.

“Had enough?” He questioned taking in every detail of the way your flesh grew hotter and hotter when his rough hand came down on your skin.

Your arms were tied behind your back with the help of his belt, your lower half hanging high in the air waiting to be soothed with any remorse Snuffy still had in him.

Perhaps it was still partially your fault for poking fun at your husband during the interview, starting the argument of him not showing up and worst of all—acting a bit too friendly with the male interviewer. But you didn’t know, it was still your first time being aired on live.

He almost chuckled at the way you wiggled your butt in front of him, your cries muffled due to your head being shoved into the mattress.

“M’ sorry, Marc. So sorry,” You pleaded with small tears fuzzying your eyesight.

However, it still wasn’t enough.

Another rough smack was delivered to your bottom half, your body jolting from surprise as you cried out a moan of his name. His calloused palm came down like a canon, thick fingers making sure to imprint his hand on your skin.

“Please!” You shrieked with tears now falling.

The man above you laughed at your helplessness, tutting his lips when your body came back down. His body was painfully hard watching your dishevelled figure beneath him, he had to force himself from pressing up against you and pushed away the thoughts to pull down your soaked underwear.

Snuffy let out a pleased sigh at the sight of your dripping pussy. He could see a string of heat coming from your sex all the way to the fabric that you once wore

“Even though you cry like a bitch you seem to be turned on,” He cooed coming down to your ear.

“My my, such a dirty wife I have hm?”

Before you could even react, he moved back quickly as his hand once again came down to bring you a slap on your ass. You could barely keep track of how many times he spanked you, only that your insides stirred each time at the contact. At that moment, a series of fluids leaked from your pussy which he smiled at in fulfillment.

“Please isn’t the word amore,” He murmured now rubbing the flesh of your lower half as if he’s sorry. “You know better honey.”

You could barely keep up with the way his voice echoed in your ears. Your head filled with nothing but your husband giving you your well deserved punishment.

“…I’m sorry. Please,” You breathed out shaking with arousal. “…Please forgive, me…”

The male smiled devilishly before spanking your ass one last time and gripping it hard before you could cry out loud.

“That’s my good girl,” He whispered in your ear, slowly pulling his boxers down.

Although you did misbehave, he knew that you would learn your lesson each and every time.

please do not copy, steal, or translate my work, thank you!!

[11rosebunny]

oh snufffy the man you are aughhhh HES SO GORGEOUS I CANT

[11rosebunny]

hey! the anon who asks for the Lorenzo jealous fic, just want to say that I love it 💞💞💞 thank you! you're an amazing writer 💫

YOURE WELCOMEEE THANK U SMM QUEEN/KING 😭😭😭❤️

[11rosebunny]

ABOUT ME !!

my name is rose!

i am of age i promise, i just don’t like sharing my age on the internet haha

currently in the bllk, haikyuu, and knb fandom!

if you came to see if you can make requests, yes you can! i am accepting them as of now (june 2025 - present)

i will write for:

bllk: don lorenzo, snuffy, barou, noel noa, lavinho, oliver aiku, shidou, hiori + ask in req if not on this list

haikyuu: literally anyone

knb: GoM

if you wanna know more about me just ask in my inbox :3

[11rosebunny]

I’ve always wanted to ask what HCs you have for Lorenzo and/ or Snuffy. Like in terms of body and kinks, those things

hi anon! i just posted your req of this over here, thank you so much for the inbox question!! :3

[11rosebunny]

KINKS?! | Don, Snuffy x Fem!Reader

summary… don lorenzo & marc snuffy kinks

warnings… smut, p in v, fetishes (lorenzo), veryyy explicit

a/n… never really thought deep into their kinks up until this request haha, but thank you for suggesting me this idea—love you anon!

DON LORENZO

• Lorenzo has a great liking towards girls with cute smiles, resulting in him ultimately having a mouth fetish. He really could not care less if it was off putting for others finding out about it.

• Plump lips, the smooth bone of teeth, saliva, it gets him going like no other.

• The idea of biting/marking absolutely gets him off. Either with intention or not, it gets his mind thinking with his dick.

• Loves overstimulation. Whether it is by fingering or fucking you, thrives off of the feeling. Oddly enough, he only does overstimulation to see you lose your mind, even if he could feel his body giving up on him—he simply does it just for you to be dumb fucked.

• He has tried to do roleplaying and did successfully do so, however he sometimes likes to be immature about it just for the fun of it.

• Mind breaking/corruption…

• Consistently uses saliva as a lubricant. He doesn’t like the actual feeling of lube. He thinks because its artificial it’s gross and hates the cold feeling on his skin when you first put it on.

• Very inappropriate but sometimes imagines the “stuck in a wall” troupe. Though it doesn’t have to be a wall. Can either be washing machine, table, couch, or door. He’s aware of how cliché it is so he wouldn’t mind just roleplaying it with you.

• Fucking while he’s on a call. He plays it off extremely well, replying to the other person with ease. The reason why he likes it because he enjoys the way you’re eyes light up in fear of getting caught and the way you try restraining your moans from being heard.

• Likes it when you swallow his cum.

• Squirting. He loses his mind every time you make a mess. Does not care if it gets all over the bedsheets, floor, or his face. He lives for the moment you lose control and scream into pure abyss.

• Dacryphilia. On some occasions, he fucks you to the point of tears on purpose. It drives him insane when you cry. Seeing your puffy face, swollen lips, and red eyes gets him rock hard.

• Cute panties. Adores all the little designs on your underwear, whether it be the lace, tiny bows, or the colour of them. Sometimes it’s not in a sexual way either, he just likes to see what type of undies you have on and give you a little compliment if he likes them.

“Got yourself some cute panties today dah?”

MARC SNUFFY

• Rough & slow fucking. Can never get enough of the feeling of a good old slow paced fuck. He likes to savour his time in order to feel every inch of your insides.

• Mating press position. It’s old and simple but yet takes him to a whole other planet. He still had plenty of strength in him from football, because of this he knows for a fact that his strength drives you insane.

• Restraining your hands behind your back. Completely loses his mind at the thought of you being helpless under him. Nothing you can do other than to just let it happen.

• Office chair sex. Whenever he finds himself working late at night, he adores you riding him on his office chair as he lazily bounces his hips up to fuck you. Leans his head on the knuckles of his hand while the other lays on your naked thigh.

• Loves praising. He honestly just does it to see you go flustered, sometimes switching to his native tongue knowing it makes you even more red.

• Fucking in uniform. He doesn’t care if you just got home from work still in your uniform, in fact it turns him on even more. The way you’re disheveled from your shift and clothes just wanting to slip off, don’t worry. He can do it for you.

Bonus points if you’re a nurse or business major.

• Sexy perfume. Wear one on a date night and you won’t even make it past the door.

• Pussy spanking. The times he does this is to catch you off guard. If he notices you mind fluttering away during your moments of intimacy, he gives you a small slap.

• Spanking. On days where you misbehave or upset him, you will end up bent over his thighs as his hand repeatedly comes down to land a harsh smack on your ass.

• Using his nose to tease your clit. He honestly developed this on accident. Once he brushed his nose on your pussy while eating you out, he immediately caught on with the way your moan hitched higher. After that, he continues to use it to torment you.

“My, you seem to be enjoying yourself amore?”

please do not copy or translate, thank you!

[11rosebunny]

hey! hru?

not sure if you're accepting requests but I really enjoyed your Lorenzo smut... so I imagined a scene where Lorenzo sees Aiku being too sweet with the reader, and Lorenzo gets really touchy and kinda mean with them out of jealousy...

hello anon! i just posted your request :3! click here to read it and thank you so much for your patience!

[11rosebunny]

POSSESSIVE FREAK | Don Lorenzo x Fem!Reader

summary… Lorenzo can not comprehend what genre of feelings he has for you, debating on it being platonic or romantic. Despite the fact, he has trouble understanding the bubbling emotions of rage that engulfed his body the moment he saw Oliver make a move on you. Without much thinking, he came to a simple conclusion: you are his.

warnings… smut, p in v, jealous!lornezo, possessive!lorenzo, swearing, slightly mean!lorenzo, degrading, rough sex, overstimulation, swearing, drool, spit, hair pulling, public sex (you don’t get caught), drinking (alcohol)

word count… 3.2k

a/n… i’m doing good anon! just on a scrunched time bc my exams are coming up haha… also i am accepting requests at the time, they may come a bit late but i do try my best to get them done!

He honestly doesn’t have a clue as to why Snuffy needed to hire a manager for the UBERS. In fact, he irrationally thought that his coach must have been pissing on him at this point because he managed to hire a female manager that was around his age as well. Lorenzo knows himself enough to know that he would never try making a move on their precious manager—unlike Oliver and Sendou who had mad a bet to see which one of them could hit first.

Sure, he loves money and more importantly spending it by going to clubs day in and day out, throwing euro bills at women that were twice his age, and spending loads on private booths, and anything he could ever think of. Although he is still tacky for quickly finding a random stranger he just met attractive, he also knew he couldn’t pull anyone with his looks—a bit harsh in himself but at least he knew the truth.

But still, even a reckless person like him would have some decency to not go running after his sports team manager like a loose dog chasing after a rabbit. Sure he knew you were cute, hell—he even thought you were such an eye sore whenever he caught himself flickering his eyes from your lips each time you spoke to him.

Too bad he couldn’t tell what he was feeling. He couldn’t tell if it was the way you looked, being the smallest at out of everyone due to their height of a giant making you look small under his gaze. Or perhaps it was the way you shy away from him the most, he even knew that his looks was the least approachable and had no problem about it. He couldn’t even count on his fingers how many women had scurried away from him when they had caught his eye, but yet—you never ran. Maybe you were just an idiot he thought, he knew he was the type to catch feelings quite easily, and when he did—the person whom he liked would turn him down in seconds. But you never did, why?

You’d talk to him so nicely, so perfectly that he tries to hide the fact that something may be bubbling inside of him every time you hand him his freshly refilled water bottle and cold towel after practice. The way his eyes linger for a little bit longer than he means to when you walk away, capturing the movement of your back legs switching to the other so seductively—you had to be doing this on purpose. The others were infatuated with you as well, during locker room changing sessions you had managed to even bubble up in their conversations from time to time.

“Do ya think she’s seein’ anyone?” Oliver questioned out loud taking off his drenched shirt and reaching for a clean one in his locker.

Sendou let out an airy laugh, “Like hell. You see the way she talks to us? It’s obvious she hasn’t have a clue about anything.”

“Yeah?” Oliver returned a shit-eating smirk, “Let’s see who can get into her pants first then? Hm?”

He didn’t even mean to try to look out for you. Everyone had heard the two obnoxious males conversation that day and ever since then, everyone has been noticing their antics which made your presence the much more obvious to Lorenzo. You came to your senses eventually that something was up with the two womanizers, and each time you did—Lorenzo had managed to become your safe haven. It wasn’t even intentional the first time he dragged you away from them, when he noticed you were clearly uncomfortable with Aiku’s flirting, the lanky-tall male had snuck up behind you, draped his lean arm around your neck and crouched down to your height level.

“Hey Aiku, why doncha help King over there with his goals, dah?” He slurred on his words with a stupid smirk. Your face had grew heated when the other male had rolled his eyes playfully followed by a reply—

“Alright, alright. But don’t go playing with my food now, Lorenzo.” And winked before leaving.

Since that day, he regrets every trying to play the hero and coming to save you. It wasn’t that you were annoying, or a nuisance to his life, or that he hates you—it was none of that, he had to be absolutely insane if it any of those were the reason’s why he felt frustration pour out of his body whenever you came around him. You were such a treat to the eye, he couldn’t help but to stare at you longingly for God knows how long. He was sure he was going to lose it one day, and now that you had chosen him as your safe person, it was even worse when he tried hiding his oozing need for you.

Oliver didn’t make it much better either, in fact—a small part of him seethed the sight of his stupid blonde highlights whenever he captured them in the corner of his eyes. Only a little though. It was only when he’d catch him talking to you.

Fuck would it drive him insane. Lorenzo could be doing anything during those moments, re-tying his football shoes for a better grip, swiping a towel across his forehead that was given by you during the ten minute break, and across from him—not even two metres away from where he sat on the bench was you, and Oliver.

He could hear the way Aiku’s voice slurred with sultry, could practically hear the desperation in his voice of wanting you in his sheets that held who knows how many women. However, this conversation was not any ordinary one. In all honesty, Lorenzo never intend to eavesdrop on others, but if he so happens to be around two people in the proximity of where he could hear their conversation—technically, it’s not eavesdropping.

“C’mon sweetheart? What do you mean ya can’t go out with me?” Oliver teased. His disparate eyes burned flames of ash into your figure as they travelled up and down. Taking in every curve and flaw of your body—keeping a count in his brain that; there were not many.

Lorenzo’s eyes now flickered to the scene playing right beside him, watching you clutch your clipboard tightly to your chest as you stood there uneasy from the sight of the man before you. Aiku’s body leaned in close with yours, his musky scent engulfing your mind as you uncomfortably backed away near the bench the same wavy-haired male sat on.

“I can’t—“ You almost stutter. Your eyes flickered away nervously and your nails scratched deeper into the wood. “I don’t really want to,” You admitted finally looking away.

In a swift moment, the purple eyed male could not believe what he just encountered. Almost as if Oliver was just fucking with him, the raven haired male took matters into his own hands. His veiny arm reached for your hip, the other lazily plastered on his own as he shoved your body into his, shocking you to the core. Then, his head dived down below his own frame and cocked his chin to the side.

“C’mon, a pretty girl like you oughta have some fun.”

Lorenzo’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. The others who were not paying attention to the scene were too busy doing their own thing. It honestly felt like to him that he was having this undying feeling of rage.

Almost on cue, Lorenzo stood up without thinking, already imagining how much of a fool he was looking at till Snuffy who had seen the scene interrupted the two before the wavy-haired male could even step in.

Two hands clasped on each of them.

“I think break time is over Oliver,” The blonde coach smiled with a condescending look at the other male. In an instant, Lorenzo felt a wave of relief.

The two of them had separated by the time Snuffy stepped in, Oliver walking away with his hands up in the air and smirking. You had backed away and excused yourself out of the indoor field to tend to your documents. He had witnessed the whole thing from the sidelines and couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He watched you leave in a hurry, catching a glimpse of your heated face. Eyes never leaving your frame till the exit door slammed shut.

Why couldn’t he move?

It started to piss him off. That same scene replayed in his head over and over like a nightmare even though he never really dreamed of it. Curse Oliver for having the looks and charm for other women. Perhaps it was the fact he knew he could never be on par with the womanizer, but still. It made him realize it was you; you were his.

It had been a week after the incident and the team had gone out for a night to have drinks. It was an Italian bar. The blasting trashy 2000s Italian music, euro bills all over the floor, and tradition dishes were found on the menu. The place was packed with people around their age. It was a high end bar that costs a fortune to get in due to the popularity of every football player. The only odd one out was you.

You sat there stupidly drinking alcoholic drinks, listening to the others talk loudly. Throughout the whole night, Lorenzo did try having fun. It was natural to him, he usually went to bars like this on occasions. But you were here this time, and he could not keep his eyes off of you as if his life depended on it. Across from where you sat, his purple hues took in the features of your face with half lidded eyes. Holding a drink of whiskey in his hand barely focusing on it and rather focused on the way your eyes smiled each time you laughed, the small lick of your lips before you took a sip again, and when your eyes would dart to his after being caught staring at you.

Quickly, your eyes would shoot away embarrassingly. He could see it, even with the dark lights and flashing neon colours, you were nervous of his gaze.

But without, anytime to spare—Oliver had approached your figure first.

Enraged by this, that it’s happening a second time, he took matters into his own hands too.

“Looks like ya had some bit to drink tonight dah?” He pointed to the numerous empty glasses that sat in front of you. Lorenzo stood behind you from the chair you sat on, making his demeaning height all the more intimidating.

On your right, Oliver took the seat beside you, using his elbow to prop his head on his palm.

“Need me to help you sweets?” Aiku asked never taking his eyes off you.

Your body felt hot as you could feel the two men cave into your personal space. Maybe you were drunk which is why you couldn’t be bothered to shy away from either of them. You turned around, pretending to not hear Oliver to face the man behind you.

Looking up below Lorenzo through your lashes, you smiled obviously smitten for the drinks you’ve had to swallow.

“I guess,” You laughed quietly. He cocked his head to the side, draping his wavy curls on his shoulder.

“Thought I could handle it, but guess not,” You admitted still smiling.

“Ehh,” He smirked, showing his golden teeth. “Ya seem to be still with me,” he teased. Smoothly, his eyes wandered to the other male sitting beside you, as if he was rubbing it in his face that he got you first.

The blonde-highlighted haired man shrugged returning his gaze, shooting him a smug smile before pushing any buttons he could press, regardless if they were Lorenzo’s your yours.

Oliver’s hand then brushed up against your leg, caressing the soft flesh gently then chuckling at your facial expression turning flushed.

It was obvious to Lorenzo what the other male was doing to you, he was practically burning holes into Oliver before he too, wrapped around your waist making you jolt from the sudden touch.

“The fuck are ya doin?” His voice strained while threatening Aiku. He tried to keep his voice down so you wouldn’t hear, but with each second he kept rubbing your leg hitching it higher and higher till it reached your thigh—he couldn’t care less if he made a scene.

“M’ just pamperin’ my girl,” He mocked. Lorenzo shot him a look of shock, unbelievable is what he was thinking at the other male. He could not stand another second more of his stupid charms that he was using on you. You remained silent as you heard the two arguing till the male behind you was the first to break it.

Trying his best to be gentle with you, he dragged you off the chair you sat on and held you close to his heated body that was filled with rage.

“C’mon. We’re goin’ to the restroom, ok?”

The washroom never felt smaller than you felt in this exact moment. With Lorenzo helping you find your way to the restrooms, you could feel your body grow 10x more hotter when he shoved you in. You thought something was possessing you in that moment as you stood in front of the mirror leaning on the sink. It was almost cruel the way Lorenzo stood behind you once again, but this time his arm was wrapped around your hip securing you from melting to the floor and the other hand placed on your waist.

“Enzo—“ You called out his name mesmerized at the way he roughly pressed against your core.

“Shut your mouth,” He squeezed your hip tighter, obviously still heated from the conflict that happened a few minutes ago.

The image of you helplessly under Lorenzo’s wrath made your stomach knot, the way his body loomed over yours burned into your head. He leaned down to whisper in your ear while keeping his eyes on you through the mirror that stood in front of you.

“You’re my girl, ok?” He claimed.

You nodded, dazed by the growing heat between your legs.

And without time to spare, one thing led to another.

His hips slammed into yours that sent hearts bursting in your eyes. The feeling of his full length intruding your gooey insides made you shriek his name out loud. Both his hands gripped the flesh of you hips tight to make sure he’d leave marks on your skin. Your panties hung loose around your ankles as you struggled to keep your figure up from falling.

“Ffuck,” He groaned at the way your pussy engulfed his dick.

“Oh my gosh,” You whispered entranced at the way he moved his hips, pulling out slowly before slamming back down on you.

“See what happens when ya keep pissin’ me off? See where it—Ugh“ He let out a strained groan, “Gets ya?” He hummed questioning you.

You could barely focus on your senses as you kept your eyes in the mirror where he began to quicken his thrusts. Lorenzo glued his eyes onto yours, smirking when he realized you were also looking back at him.

“Love gettin’ fucked by a freak?” He teased slamming harder into you to get out an answer.

A loud moan escaped your lips as drool began to build up in your mouth from the sheer pleasure he inflicted on you. “You’-re, n-not a—“ At that moment, he pounded into your insides, leaving you gushing out your juices.

“Hyah!” You screamed before he began pistoning his hips reaching the deepest he could reach inside of you. You began to moan out his name the quicker her slammed his hips into yours, your ass rippling each time he penetrated your pussy.

Roughly, Lorenzo bunched up your hair in his hand then pulled it back so you could see the clear view of you getting fucked relentlessly with his dick.

“Open,” His fingers pried on your lips before sticking two fingers inside. A smile plastered on his face, never getting enough of your helpless figure.

“Shit, you’re such a fucking slut.”

Drool began to coat his two fingers as you could feel him playing with your tongue. “Ahh, you’re driving me crazy—“ He leaned down placing chaste kisses over your exposed neck.

He then removed his fingers coated in your saliva to rub at your clit and then removed his hand from your hair back to your hip. The moister of your juices and drool acted as lube when he felt you tighten on his dick.

“Ya don’t mind if I shoot my load in your pussy, right?” Lorenzo uttered. “Too dumb fucked to even care hah?”

“W-what?” Your eyes widen at the thought of his cum dripping down your hole.

“You’re gonna be my good girl and take it all, ok?” He grunted, thrusting deeper into your core. Your legs began to shake as you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter, like a dam about to burst.

“No, I c-ant!” You babbled.

“Fuck!” He yelled shoving his slamming your hips into yours, rubbing your clit faster as you began to compluse under him.

“Enzo!” You screamed.

Your juices squirted on his hard dick that nestled deep inside you. You could feel the thick ropes of his cum shoot inside the deepest part in your holes, your walls gripping him tighter ever than before. Lorenzo let out a series of strained moans before completely coming to a stop.

“Fuck, your pussy is so good,” He gasped before giving you a few more gentle thrusts as if to shove his cum down deeper into your pussy.

Once he was fully drained in your hole, he began to plaster sweet kisses all of your neck, to your shoulder, and eventually your back. It almost felt like he was making up for how rough he was just a few seconds ago. Your breath became shallow as you tried regaining back your strength, watching him caress your skin like a goddess in the mirror—still keeping his dick nestled in your warm insides.

“Mm,” You moaned, Lorenzo still placing kisses all over your body. Your ass pressed up against his abdomen shyly, feeling his dick twitch from the sudden movement.

“Don’t try temptin’ me with another round.”

You giggled at his empty threat, at least you hoped it was empty. Your hair was disheveled, hickies lithered on your neck and bruises of Lorenzo’s hand prints were embroidered into your skin. Each of your sweaty bodies created moisture in the air, it smelled of pure unadulterated sex.

“Look so pretty,” He said your name, rubbing his hands to soothe the bruises he left.

“Thank you, Lorenzo,” You told him.

Then, he gently took your chin in your hand and placed his soft lips onto yours, feeling accomplished that you were his.

“Mine, you’re all mine, ok?” He smiled staring back deep into your beautiful gaze.

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[11rosebunny]

Maybe reader x Lorenzo where he uses his long fingers. He’s a bit mean and presses down on the readers lower stomach making her make a mess

TOUCHING DEEPER THAN YOUR HEART

Don Lorenzo x Fem!Reader

warnings… smut, fingering, dirty talk, praise, squirting, overstimulation, spit

a/n… i actually really love this idea it’s so hot omg—thank you for the request!

It wasn’t a secret of how big Lorenzo is. Although he falls into the rather lanky side, his height definitely makes up for it. Being so tall and lean meant every other part of his body was also, tall and lean. His veiny arms, lengthy legs, narrow torso, and most importantly—his enormous hands.

They weren’t thick or meaty unlike his other teammates on UBERS. The other guys like Barou and Oliver were in no comparison with Lorenzo’s hands. He never really cared to ever think about his own hands—it’s hands for fucksakes.

However, once he began dating you, all had changed when he caught you playing with them mindlessly. It never came to mind that hands could be something a person found attractive. If it was anyone else, he may have let out a whole hearted laugh and relentlessly tease the person till they’re down in their grave.

But no matter what, if the person that he’s absolutely whipped for, hearing you say you love his hands, he will abuse that information in any way form he can.

“C’mon, didn’t ya say ya liked my hands doll?” The nickname alone had already fuzzed up your mind 10 more times than it already was. His tone was condescending, your mind star struck from how far he reached inside of you that you didn’t even care about his snarky side remarks.

His two fingers plunged into your hole again, searching for the deepest part of your body just to see your eyes widen for a split second and let out a shriek that would sent him ablaze.

He chuckled at your cute expression, “Close?” He asked as he reeled his fingers back from your sopping hole only to slam them back in repeatedly. He was uncaring to give you time to catch your breath.

You could barely get any words out without a breathy moan escaping your lips the moment you tried to answer his ridiculous question.

“Mm, yes,” You breathed. His purple hues were glued on your face like a magnet, never getting enough of how fucked out you were from the cause of his hands alone. Your hair strands splattered over the pillow beneath you while some stuck to your damp forehead. Eyebrows winced together with glossy eyes and salivating lips where he could almost see drool slip out from the corner of your mouth.

You were driving him insane.

Your juices began to seep from your slutty hole, making Lorenzo nearly want to lick you clean but refused to and focused on staring at your fucked out expression. His lips fanned over your face, keeping his intense eye contact as he felt your walls repeatedly gush around his lanky fingers.

Each second, your moans became louder, more noticeable as you felt the knot in your stomach close to snapping.

“Enzo— ‘I can’t …!” Your voice came out in a whisper yet a scream.

His face began to lit up at the sight of your climax, a lazy grin decorating his face as his golden teeth began to shine their way through. His other hand suddenly reached to where the knot hidden in your stomach was about to burst at any second causing a sudden scream to escape your lips.

“Lorenzo!” For a split moment, your eyes widened in euphoria as you began gushing all over his fingers, chanting his name below him absolutely brain fucked.

“Ffuck…” He breathed watching your juices squirt everywhere on the bed. His eyes then travelled back to your face where he found your eyes rolled to the back of your head and hands gripping the sheets for dear life.

He tutted his lips when he finally milked you dry and removed his fingers with a pop!

Taking his clean hand, he brushed the strands of hair the covered your face as all the energy in your body was now worn out by him. Lorenzo smirked, finding himself turned on at your helpless figure. He then began to place chaste kisses on your lips, your cheek, all the way down your jaw until he finally whispered in your ear.

“Knew ya can do it, now just stay in that position and let me do all the work, ok?”

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[11rosebunny]

hey guys…. lowkey went inactive but i’m back 😓

[11rosebunny]

Thank you so much for your writing for Lorenzo and Snuffy 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏 they’re so underrated and you write them so well

tHANK U SM 😭😭🙏🏻

[11rosebunny]

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargroves…

Chemical Fumes (ɴꜱꜰᴡ)

[11rosebunny]

Chemical Fumes

DRABBLE — billy hargrove x fem!reader

summary… billy hates it whenever you spray on perfume. what better way to get rid of the scent is to sweat it off you?

warnings… p in v, rough sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, body fluids (no piss)

Billy can not stand the smell of the artificial fumes that you spray on. He’s known about perfume since a young age, having watch his late mother put it on every time before going out. He’d complain about the overwhelming smell of lavender hues mixed with a pinch of honey whenever she’d lean in to kiss his cheek as a goodbye before she would head out for a date night. However, his mother simply laughed it off, calling him silly and that he’d eventually grow out of it.

He never did.

Even after the continuous fall backs in his life, from losing his mother to being stuck with Neil, he became a person far different than he was before. In contrast, his mother was right about one thing. Though he could not stand the scent of any perfume, he did find a great liking towards husky colognes that were introduced to him by watching his father put some on as a teenager. He was a young teenager at the time, barely fitting into his blonde-curls. Billy had gone into his father’s bedroom and stolen the bottle of Guy Laroche where he figured—not all perfumes are that bad.

Since then, he’s bought various bottles of husky colognes. He thinks it’s better than those shitty feminine perfumes—call it misogyny, he doesn’t care.

Eventually, he never escaped perfumes when he began dating you.

In the beginning, it was all in all a miracle to not only you, but everyone that he had the ability to express love for another person. Still, he will forever be a cocky bastard with an ego higher than the clouds but he manages to keep it a bit toned down for the sake of you—his girlfriend.

At first, he hinted at you to try less stronger perfumes. Having meeting you for the first time, he could briefly smell the fake scent of [perfume scent]. It bothered him, but didn’t want to risk the chance of hurting your feelings simply because he prefers you don’t wear any perfume in the first place.

Thankfully, you did listen for the first few times. Rather than concentrated bottles of the aroma of [scent], you looked for body mists instead, lotions of all sorts, and laundry detergent that could possibly leave a natural—yet pleasant smell.

But it still was too much.

He continued to complain, whether it be to pick you up, going out on a date, or getting ready together—as soon as he could smell the slightest hint of your fake ass perfume, it sent him into a bad mood.

“Why do you even put that shit on still?” His blue eyes kept still on the road that he drove on. Not bothering to look into your direction as one of his hands held tightly on the wheel, the other on resting on the open window shield.

You look over to his direction, failing to notice how his hand grips the wheel tighter than usual. “Put what on?” You question.

He very briefly turns his head the other way for a split second, rolling the tip of his tongue on his canine before turning back to the road. “Your perfume.”

Blinking away, you nearly shrugged at the question, “It smells nice.”

His eyes blinked slowly as he let out an exasperated sigh of a groan.

“Jesus, what the hell do I gotta do to make you stop wearin’ it.”

You almost laughed at his obvious annoyance of something so small—yet impacted just a slight bone in his body.

“My perfume wears out in a few hours anyways. Only when I’m sweaty,” You claimed looking at the road, not paying attention to the way his ears perked up at your sudden choice of words.

Billy’s eyes trailed over to your side frame intensively.

Sweat. That was the key to this ongoing problem.

He just needed to make you sweat.

His blue eyes then focused back on the road, the end of his lips curling into a subtle smirk.

“Perfect sweetheart,” He said.

“Just gotta sweat it out of you then.”

It was the best idea you’ve come up with recently. Just sweat out the perfume off of your body. A simple solution and a very fun one at that.

“Please, no more,” Your voice pleaded with strain, unable to even catch your breath for more than 10 seconds.

It’s been 20 minutes by now. Non-stop thrusting and pounding delivered by your boyfriend. Billy’s body slapped against yours with no time to spare. After your date with him, he decided to do exactly what you said.

His frantic thrusts of his cock hitting your deepest parts of your pussy sent your brain into clouds. Barely having the ability to think straight when the only thing on your mind was the way he deliciously delivered rough strokes—gushing you full of your juices.

“You know I won’t stop babe,” His voice was filled with sultry and sweet-nothings. He huffed out and leaned in close to your ear above you, his hips stilled against yours.

“‘M gonna fuck you till I can’t smell that shitty perfume of yours anymore.”

A loud moan escaped your lips when he suddenly began to pound into you without much of a warning. Your hands desperately gripped at the sheets, your head thrown back with pure ecstasy running through your veins each time his balls slapped the end of you pussy.

Your juices began leaking out, tightening on his painfully hard dick from the amount of times he’s already made your orgasm. This time, being the third one.

Billy nearly wanted to cum on spot just from the look of your face washed in pleasure. He remembers to take a mental image of it in his head as he presses himself even deeper into your naked body—feeling heat seep from every pore of your skin.

His hands threw your thighs over his shoulder, feeling his release coming soon.

“You’re never gonna wear that fuckass perfume again you hear me?” He groaned giving you a particularly hard thrust. You couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying let alone even doing to you till you found yourself climaxing hard on his cock, squirting on his lower half—completely washing off any perfume you may have sprayed.

He then finally released, letting out a hard groan and throwing his head back before stilling his hips to remain inside your goey-white ones.

His head lolled down due to exhaustion, snuggling his head deep into your neck only to be filled with satisfaction.

You no longer smelled like artificial bullshit you call-perfume.

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