#roldofo parra

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Anon: Which COD man do you think eats pussy just to relax you? Like if you had a shit day, they don’t care about their needs they just get on their knees?

anon, I love you. And there are three characters that come to mind.

ALEX KELLER JOHN PRICE RUDY PARRA

He made it home first. You didn’t have time to hang your coat before he had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss. Hands roaming all over.

“I missed you today, work has horrible” you whined to him as he made his way down kissing your neck. A soft sigh left your tired lips. He picks you up, hands on your ass underneath your skirt carrying you to the bedroom.

“Oh I could tell from your messages” he mumbled as his lips attacked your chest. Sucking little love bites into you.

“I want you so bad but I’m exhausted” you replied as he sat you onto the bed. Eyes desperate for him as you slowly blink tiredly.

He smirks “Oh baby, I’m not expecting anything from you. Now lay back, relax and keep those pretty legs open for me” his rough hands pull you in closer to him as his tongue drags through your soaked folds.

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Language Lessons (Roldofo Parra x F!Reader)

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Fall4Rudy Submission - prompts used: see below.

TW for Google translated Spanish, reader is implied to be learning Spanish. Some spicy inuendos (it's implied his hand ends up fully down your pants) but nothing over PG13, hints toward a daddy kink if you squint

That's not how it was supposed to sound.

You were met with a confirming, amused snort followed by a peck to your cheek. Lips turning into a borderline frown, you huffed.

"This is impossible." Arms crossed across your chest, you shook your head. Leaning back in the chair, frustration prodding at your seams. "Maybe some people can catch on to this quickly, but it's not me!"

Head lolling back, you opted to stare at the ceiling. Tracing every line with your eyes to avoid the no doubt loving and patient expression from the man in front of you.

The silence hung thick between you, the small shuffles of his feet on the floor. Or the rubbing of his clothing signaled there was someone else in the room.

"El cariño. " Rudy softly whispered, palm resting on your knee. You squeezed your eyes firmly shut, offering nothing more than a small hm?

"Everything takes time, you've already learned so much. Mi mamá is proud of how much you've learned." His words filtered directly to the softest part of your being. To impress a woman of her stature in the family was a feat to be had.

"I am so proud." He whispered, warm palm sliding from your knee up your thigh. Gripping the muscle firmly as he did so. "Estoy muy orgullosa."

The combination of his hand and his words caused your will to falter. Meeting his soft brown eyes, filled with adoration, pride and energy. You sighed softly, lifting one hand to lay lightly on his cheek.

"Gracias amoré." Your voice shaky as you hoped your pronunciation was correct. Spirit faltering as he gently shook his head, reaching in to press a soft kiss to your lips as he corrected you. "This is impossible."

Pressing a few more kisses to your mouth and face, he leaned back slightly. Eyebrow raised as a mischievous smirk crossed his face. Hand placed firmly at the junction between your leg and hip.

"Greedy little thing, you want more incentive?" Blood rushed to your cheeks as he shifted his grip. Thumb now laying on the inseam of your pants, mindlessly moving over the thick fabric.

"Yes, please." Voice small as your eyes locked with his. An electric feeling taking over your body as he continued barely touching you. Thumb inches away from where you wanted it, hand still firmly gripping your thigh.

"Ah." He shook his head, sliding his hand toward your knee. Chuckling at the sound of surprise you made. "I want to hear you say it, in español."

"Si." You prayed he would ignore the waver in your voice. Nerves and anticipation tying knots in your stomach.

"Si, que?" He challenged. Scanning over your face and neck. Moving to nuzzle his nose against the soft skin.

"Si, Rudy……si, papi?" The feeling of his lips connecting with your neck in an open-mouthed kiss. Trailing down to your shoulder as you leaned your head to the side. Offering him as much room as you could.

"Buena niña." He groaned, asking you to repeat another phrase in Spanish. Hand moving slightly up when you whispered the words correctly. His mouth never stopping, except to move the fabric of your shirt to expose more skin.

"Keep going, you're doing good." Rudy whispered against your skin, fingertips teasing underneath the waist of your pants. Teeth grazing your collarbone as you took in a deep breath.

"Mi amore." A soft whine escaping your lips as his fingers moved out of your waistband. "Amor. Amor. Por favor." Gripping his wrist tightly, you felt him chuckle. Obliging with your request and slipping his fingers past the fabric once more. His movements encouraged by your broken Spanish.

"Dilo otra vez." He breathed, pulling back to look into your eyes. A gentle smile crossing his lips as you placed a hand gently on his cheek. Mumbling an incoherent sentence before pulling him into a kiss. Jumping slightly as he shifted his hand placement.

"Buena niña." He moaned, forehead falling to meet yours. Brain fried with your voice speaking his mother tounge, and the way you writhed against him.

"Buena puta chica."

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

Rudy Taglist: @pearldog30

Prompts from Fall4Rudy:

"Good girl" (bonus, "good fucking girl") // Buena niña & Buena puta chica

"I want to hear you say it"

"Say it again" // dilo otra vez

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crush series, inspired by @lucyisdoingfine

୨୧ ... before the military, you loved them in a way that couldn't be disturbed by the worry if they wouldn't come home. an innocent affection was all that you could call it - before your first kiss, before the first time you held their hand, before the first time you ever told them you loved them.

୨୧ ... some works may contain disturbing or triggering content, i will mark those works with a * next to them. all characters are eighteen through twenty-one, this series is meant to portray my headcanons of what having a crush on them when they were younger would be like as all of them are realistically over the age of twenty-five. if there is anyone else you would like to request for this series, do not hesitate to ask me.

rudy parra. — he was someone’s dream boy, read here.

alejandro vargas. — i owe you a black eye and two kisses, work in progress.

valeria garza. — good to me and nobody else, work in progress.

kyle garrick. — sorry about your favorite shirt, work in progress.

phillip graves. — my dad doesn't like you, work in progress.

* simon riley. — you left me at the train station, read here.

john mactavish. — compulsive lying, work in progress.

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John Price, Nikolai, Rudy Parra

NSFW (MDNI)

He was a chunky kid, his grandma and aunts always made sure he was well fed. He got made fun of until he was about fifteen when he finally had a growth spurt. He wasn’t as muscular as Ghost, nor did he have super defined abs like Soap, no luscious hair like Alejandro. He’s not insecure about his body, far from it, he doesn’t care about his scars or the stretch marks that decorate his skin. Truth is, he just doesn’t find himself impressive. He doesn’t think that his strong arms, softly defined tummy, and muscular thighs are what most what find attractive, he calls himself average.

So when you asked him if he would video himself jacking off he was rather surprised. Especially when you asked if he could try and get from his knees up to his shoulders In the frame.

He let out a small laugh before he spoke into the phone “Why? I’m not that attractive, you don’t want a video with my stomach in it”

“But I love seeing how your chest and tummy muscles flex when you get close” you tell him.

you’re trying hard to convince him from the other end of the line. He had a few boudoir photos of you saved and a clip or two of your intimate moments. But you had nothing of him. And after a few days he gave it some thought. That’s when you got a text with a attachment with a message that said “I hope this can satisfy you until I get home, xoxo”

He’s sitting it a chair that’s barely big enough to fit him. His pants are pulled down just enough for him to free himself. His button up shirt is completely undone exposing his soft hairy chest and stomach, sleeves rolled up to his elbows giving you a clear view of his veiny hands and forearms.

It’s delicious from being to end. He starts slow and soft, wanted to take his time to picture you against him. His hand that isn’t occupied grazes against his chest and stomach, giving his body soft but firm squeezes. He moves his hand up and down in a manner that is similar to how you ride him. After a few more minutes his hands pace becomes slightly faster and his breathing became loud and heavy. Soft groans of your name falls from his lips. You can tell he’s getting close. His sholders come slightly inwards as his pecks flex and flare with his breath, his tummy clenching and hardening as the tightness grows. His moans sound like choked out cries as his head throws back as he comes all over his tummy. The video doesn’t end there. His hand slowly moves again squeezing out what’s left before his thumb rolls over his red tip. His breathing slows down and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

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Roldofo “nock that attitude off before I fuck it out of you” Parra.

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Til Death Ch.1

Alex Keller x F!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Angst, some fluff eventually, maybe even some smut, who knows. Bad grammar/writing because I didn’t go to school past 8th grade (dead serious)

“Hi sweetheart” Alex’s mom’s south voice came through the phone.

“Hi mom” Alex cheerfully replied.

“How you been sweetheart” she asked.

“Been alright, just staying busy with work” alex knew better than to give his mom too much stressful information about his job. She’s one to worry.

“Don’t you think it’s time to find something new to do for a living? You’ve been at this for almost eight years” she asked once again, she’s been trying to push him to change careers for what feels like forever.

“I know” Alex tried to not sound annoyed because he knows it’ll start a fight. He knows she means well but she always brings it up every chance she can.

“How are you two gonna start a family if all you do is travel around doing God knows what” she said almost bitterly.

Alex sighed “I know mom”

“How is she” his mom asked. She loved hearing about Alex’s sweet girl. She was everything she hoped her son would find in a partner.

“She’s doing good, same as me. Busy with work” Alex smiled at the thought of you.

“Well I was gonna ask just to make sure, she is coming to your sister’s wedding with you. Right?” His mom was growing impatient having never met you. You were always out on mission, meetings, sleeping. Every phone call you seemed to be unaccounted for.

“I don’t know mom” Alex replied trying to stay calm and quiet so nobody else in the building heard him. Last thing Alex wanted was for someone to find out.

“Hold on your dad and sister just got here, I’m putting you on speaker” she said.

“Hey kiddo” his father yelled into the phone.

“Hi dad” Alex knew this was about to go terribly.

“Hey bitch” Alex’s sister Beth chimed in.

“Hello to you to” his voice filled with annoyance from hearing her voice. It wasn’t that he hated her, it’s that she’s the golden child he’s always been compared to.

“So she’s coming right” his mom asked again.

“Mom I said I don’t know, our boss is picky with time off so he might not let us both off at the same time” he replied trying to cover as best as he could.

“You’ve been with her for three years. She’s never even visited with you the past two times you came home” his dad said in a stern voice. Alexs dad is the only one to have met her, he works a job similar to Alex and they crossed paths about three and a half years ago.

“I know, it’s not that she doesn’t want to meet you guy. It’s just that it didn’t work out the last time” he tried to sound sincere.

“Three years, she’s never around when you call, no visits, no pictures of you two together” Beth said.

“We can’t have personal phones or cameras with us on assignments Beth” Alex contemplated if just hanging up would be best.

“Ok, well what about when you’re off work” she’s persistent to crack him.

“Beth what are you trying to get at here” he sneered at her.

“You’ve been faking having a girlfriend haven’t you” her tone was cocky.

“Seriously Beth? You think I would lie about having a girlfriend for almost three years?” Alex said nervously laughing knowing the truth.

“I think you would, you’ve always been jealous of me so your trying to make yourself look good to the family”

“Beth, that’s uncalled for” his dad said to her.

Alex sighed “No Beth I’m not lying”.

“Ok, well if you two have been together for three years when’s the wedding? Three years and you haven’t fully committed to her. You must just be a easy lay for her”

“Beth” His mom yelled at her.

Before he could stop himself he said “Beth I’ll have you know we got engaged last month” it was too late to take back.

For the rest of the conversation his parent were ecstatic. And Beth was pissed off to say the least. The questions seemed to be never ending, his family was excited to be growing. When would the wedding be? Where? Can we give you a list of who to invite? Have you told your grandma yet?

Alex tried and tried to tell them not to share the news of his engagement. Alex told them he wanted to be the one to share the good news, but knew they are going to share the news regardless of his wishes. His mother especially, she lives for gossip and drama.

His mother finally slowed the conversation after almost another hour “Well I best get off this phone now dear so you can go get some sleep, tell your sweetie I love you both”

“Will do, love you too mom” Alex said still trying to grasp his own stupidity.

And now Alex sits alone in the mess hall wondering how he could have dug himself such a big hole. And why did he have to drag her into this.

He couldn’t just tell his parents they ended their engagement. Surly not before his sister’s wedding. Last thing he needed was for his visit to be filled with pitiful conversations about him.

How the hell was he going to fix this?

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Call Of Duty x GN!Reader

How they would react to you telling them about your anxiety disorder.

Warnings: talks of Generalized Anxiety Disorder. This is inspired by my own struggles as a diagnosed individual with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Please do not self diagnose or glamorize mental disorders or illnesses.

Sitting down for lunch after this mornings long meeting felt like heaven. A much needed battery recharging time for you. Taking a moment to practice your positive affirmations and breathing like your therapist said you felt the anxiety simmer down. Only to be interrupted by a tray being placed on your small two person table.

“You’re kinda quiet and shy. It’s actually kinda nice being around someone that doesn’t feel the need to be the loudest voice in the room.” He nonchalantly hands you an electrolyte drink and takes a seat across from you before continuing his rambling. You look back down at your half eaten sandwich diverted your eyes from his. Eye contact is a struggle you’ve been working on. Still listening to his words you nod your head so he doesn’t think you’re ignoring him.

“I mean we all have to know how to be assertive in this line of work, but I can really appreciate your demeanor as a person. You have a calming energy about you.”

You laughed at his description of you and couldn’t help the words from spilling out. “Thanks, it’s actually just a disorder.” You let out a faint laugh. You always tried to find the humor in your situation.

He was too stunned to speak or finish putting his sandwich in his mouth. He put it back down on his plate before trying to find the right words. He was worried his words had came across as rude and disrespectful. All of which he was trying to avoid.

After realizing your blurted out confession you took a brief moment to compose yourself and your thoughts. Looking up at him you gave a faint smile trying to show you’re not upset. “I have what’s called Generalized Anxiety Disorder. People with the condition can struggle with different things.” Trying to describe your struggles isn’t something you’re great at but maybe he’ll understand? “Personally, I don’t do well in social situations, interactions or speaking up. It sometimes leads to anxiety, stress, overthinking and panic attacks if it’s real bad. I prefer to be hidden in the background away from everyone’s attention. I know my comfort zones and when to push myself. But it’s never affected by ability as a soldier.” You nod your head at your own explanation.

He smiles and nods. “I appreciate you telling me that so I understand you better. I do apologize if me saying your shy or quiet came across rude. I genuinely find you to be a great person to be around.”

“Actually you probably went about it in possibly the kindest way I’ve ever experienced. I’ve been told my quietness is rude or snobbish. Which is far from how I want to be perceived. So I actually appreciate someone taking a liking to it.”

It was nice being able to have a conversation about your disorder without feelings judging. Nor did he offer unsolicited advice. Instead he recognized that it was something you don’t openly share and appreciated your trust in him. And his opinion of you didn’t change. After feeling closed off from your team you felt a little more comfortable, with him at least.

Alex Keller, Rudy (Roldofo) Parra, Gaz (Kyle) Garrick, Roach, John Price, Nikolai, Logan Walker

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Almost done writing a SoftDom! X Sub!Reader and I still don’t know who should be the Dom! in this fic. So since I passed 50 followers yesterday how about I let you all vote!

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To my fellow Rudy lovers. I got two things in the works coming for y’all.

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| Blog HQ | 18+ MDNI | No use of Y/N | Taglist Open |

O N E S H O T S

T A S K F O R C E 1 4 1

Seeing Ghosts // Platonic! Ghost & Soap x GN!Reader

Somebody Come Get Him // TF141 x M!Reader

Call Me Babydoll // TF141 x GN!Reader

Pro Memoria // General COD one shot (GN!Reader)

Game Over // TF141 x GN!Reader

Cpt. Squeaks // TF141 Drabble

J O H N "S O A P" M A C T A V I S H

Taco Watch, or is it warning? // Soap x GN!Reader

Can We?! // Soap x GN!Reader (unofficial pt 2 to Taco Watch)

Kindly Worded Text Message // Best Friend!Soap x GN!Reader

Just Pretend // Platonic!Soap x GN!Reader

A Symptom of Being Human // Soap x GN!Reader

Hear | See | Say // Soap & Hesh (Ghosts) x GN!Reader

First Date // Soap x GN!Reader

S I M O N "G H O S T" R I L E Y

Equinox // Ghost x GN!Reader

Uncle Simon // From the Riptide Universe

Hasn't Killed Me Yet // Ghost x GN!Reader

That's Casper // Ghost x GN!Reader

K Y L E "G A Z" G A R R I C K

MH 4.18.2011 // Gaz x GN! Reader

C P T J O H N P R I C E

G A R Y "R O A C H" S A N D E R S O N

Leave a Light On // Roach x GN!Reader

R O L D O F O "R U D Y" P A R R A

Language Lessons // Rudy x F!Reader

H E A D C A N O N S

*Fall4Rudy Submission

Hugging // + König

First "I love you"

Comforting Them // + Alex Keller

Dishes vs Laundry // + Alex Keller

S E R I E S

Riptide // TF141 x M!Reader

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

Deep End // Unnamed MW2 character x GN!Reader

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

12 Through 15 // COD x GN!Reader Angst

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

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he was someone’s dream boy. — rodolfo parra, crush series.

crushing on younger! rudy would include :

୨୧ ... chipped baby blue polish on your nails while walking around the backyard, wedged flip flops continuously clicking as you talked to rudy on the house phone. your mother would watch you from the kitchen window while she washed the dishes, though in all reality she loved to pry into your social life. covering your mouth whenever he made you smile or laugh, he couldn’t see your flushed face but his words always made you shy.

୨୧ ... his arm around your waist or shoulders as you walked into the corner store, grabbing twin popsicles and using crumbled bills to pay for them. they never broke apart properly and one of you always ended up with the top part of the other popsicle. “here, take it!” rudy would practically force you to swap popsicles if he got the bigger popsicle – “no! keep it.” he would also force you to keep the bigger piece.

୨୧ ... midnight knocking on your bedroom window, asking if you wanted to hang out with him. whether it was a babydoll nightgown and exposed thighs or a cropped t-shirt and fuzzy pajama pants, you’d only grabbed your beat-up sneakers – never bothering to change – and climb down the roof with his help, catching you bridal style whenever you slipped off the roof. hands on your hips as he boosted you back up to the window, your hands gripping the window frame as you poorly climbed back in. “do you want your hoodie back?” rudy always gave up his jacket to make sure you were warm when you were with him on these nights out. “i’ll get it from you tomorrow.” but he never did, your closet filling up with his belongings.

୨୧ ... pink bikini and denim shorts, you'd sit on a smooth rock by the river and take pictures of everyone else with your digital camera. it was decorated in transparent stickers and a million photos of rudy were on the memory card. when you finally made the trek back to the main parts of the city, hair wet and one of your earrings missing, he'd buy you a glass bottle of coke and take the cap off for you but always stealing the first sips.

୨୧ ... shaky gasps between sobs and smudged eyeliner, crying to him about the latest thing that has hurt you. before the military hardened his hands, rudy’s hands were loving and you couldn't even fathom the thought of him using them for violence. those hands would run through your hair, his thumbs wiping away your tears while cupping your face.

୨୧ ... biking through the streets after the sun had gone down, head on his back and arms around his waist. your legs dangled off the side while you sat on the rear rack. neither of you said much during these rides, the orange streetlights giving everything a dreamy polish.

୨୧ ... sleeping in his room on the nights you wanted to be anywhere but home. his clothes never fit you but you still wore his well-loved shirts and looked at the ceiling as he got in next to you while still leaving a respectful gap. you hated that gap, always moving closer and putting your head on rudy's shoulder.

୨୧ ... kissing him for the first time after he walked you home, pale blue eyeshadow and a short tennis skirt. a habit of talking at the front door instead of parting ways blossomed but he was so distant that day, mostly humming responses and not meeting your eyes. you thought you did something wrong so you just bit your lip and started searching for your house keys, buried deep in your purse, readying yourself to say goodbye. "can i kiss you?" it was so quiet that you almost thought you imagined it, months of dreaming of him asking finally driving you mad. his face was reddened just enough to make it evident, delicate brown eyes now looking at you. you tried to bite back your smile but just couldn't. "please do." he treated you like porcelain, hands ghosting your cheeks before rudy hesitantly leaned in. he tasted sweet and his lips molded against yours so perfectly you swore that he was meant to be yours.

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a continuation of this as part two was suggested/partially requested by multiple people, but reading the first part is not necessary. also, no big warnings – rudy is like a wet puppy in this because he's kind of pathetic. i will make a third part and i promise it won't be angst. poorly proofread </3

please enjoy, minors do not interact!

calloused and clumsy hands running up the sides of your torso, he was desperately looking to please. face buried between your neck and shoulder, planting faint kisses along your soft skin while searching for your bra clasp under the thin fabric of your babydoll top. he had grown used to the sugared and sweet smell of your perfume, something so familiar that became a source of comfort. it was always strong but never overwhelming, complimented by the undertones of your body wash and shampoo.

"you're so pretty, always so pretty." rudy mumbled, lips pressing against your collarbone as he trailed his way down to your chest, holding you in his lap by the hips. the words barely processed in your ears, one hand in his hair with the other lazily resting on the back of his neck, not entirely there. your mind was elsewhere, thinking of what alejandro could possibly be doing right now. was he already asleep? or was he still on base, checking everything before he granted himself permission to go home? your silence was loud enough for rudy to get an ache in his stomach. the way you looked at the wall while nibbling on your bottom lip was enough to remind him that this was real. "are you okay with this?" he finally asked, looking at you with a look that was nothing less of adoration.

he knew this wouldn't mean anything in the morning. you would be gone before he woke up and what he had always fantasized about would now become an uneasy memory to you. he knew that no matter how tightly he clung to you or how many times he whispered that he loved you into your ear, you were thinking of his best friend and how the way rudy trailed kisses down your neck to your breast was the same way alejandro used to.

the first night you got home after the breakup, you left the tv to play in the background but it couldn’t replace alejandro’s breathing. would he be able to compare?

when you didn’t answer, rudy squeezed your hips and repeated himself. “hm? oh, yeah.” you blinked, looking at him with a look he couldn’t quite read. you didn't waste any time putting your lips on his once again, hands moving to hold his face. god, he tasted so different from alejandro. rudy’s kisses were gentle, almost shy. kissing rudy made you melt because it reminded you of being young and naïve, thinking you knew everything about anything.

maybe that’s why you chose rudy as your distraction. he wasn’t much different from alejandro on the field, straightforward and selfless. off-field he was your sweet boy, deferent and open-hearted.

he was your sweet boy and guilt ate at you for using him.

opening your eyes and pulling away to look at his face, you ran your thumb back and forth across his cheek. they were flushed, his mouth slightly open with your saliva coating his bottom lip from tracing your tongue against it. silence filled the space again as a joint thought formed in both of your heads. 'i shouldn't be doing this.'

yet, you both kept going. the mattress comfortably caved under you as rudy put you on your back, now under him, and watching as he shakily unbuttoned your denim shorts, wanting to dip his head between your thighs.

just like he always practiced.

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Ok so! On this god for saken app ive seen pervy!graves, gaz and ghost BUT what about pervy! alejandro and rudy!?!??! like theyre so hot i need it 😭

alejandro and rudy who ...

target their favorite recruit and like to just ... humiliate her.

she's doing toe touches during training? one of them will make a passing comment about her form being off as always and suddenly they are both behind her, rudy's hand on her back, pushing her down even further. alejandro has his gloved hands on her hips, pulling her ass back to make contact with his crotch.

something happens to her little uniform? rodolfo is there with a new one, using his soft face and generosity as a ruse to watch her undress from the ajar door and letting his jeans tighten. rodolfo is there, memorizing every inch of her body, and what her underwear looks like.

poor girl needs a ride home? alejandro is there, hand on her lower back when he guides her into the car. alejandro is there, hand on her thigh and using the excuse of leverage to help her get her seatbelt on. alejandro is there, slowly inching that hand up towards her little cunt.

can you imagine if they took turns on punishments once she catches on? alejandro fingers her poor little hole on his office desk, reminding her of the slip-ups made during training and that this was the punishment for every single one. he could go on for hours or even until she's crying from overstimulation and noting through sobs that she would do better. all he can do it is laugh at her 'cause she's just so pathetic, looking at her body shake as she cums on his fingers for the nth time.

rodolfo is a much softer lover, but privacy isn't his main concern. she fucks up in the middle of training? he'll send her straight to the sidelines and requests alejandro to take over. he drags the poor thing by her hair and, just barely out of sight, shoves her on her knees and unbuckles himself, watching as she needily adjusts herself. "impatient, impatient, impatient..." is all he can get, sticking a thumb in her mouth and letting her know she needs to open his mouth for him.

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I have too many ideas so…

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