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#just imagine him wearing the sluttiest pair of shorts for the sake of plotdjjdjdjd
rodolfoparras · 7 months
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i wanna step on gaz
not in a bully mean dom way cause gaz is my baby but in a
"aww are you so needy you can cum from this alone :( do you like me so much that just seeing me above you like these makes you leaky :(" soft dom way
i want to make him CRY from pleasure
maybe fuck him so good he passes out and has the best sleep in years
Thinking about Gaz who you spoil and love so much, especially in bed and don’t get it wrong he loves it, basks in the warmth of it but sometimes he wishes you were a bit rough with him, sunk your fingers or teeth into his skin, denied him release or even sharpened your words and tone a bit.
But he knows you wouldn’t ever do it, God he’s tried it so many times, tried being bratty only to earn a soft scolding, tried riling you up a bit til you couldn’t help but be rough with him, only for you to be as composed as ever with him, hell he’d even voiced his wishes (albeit vaguely) only for you to fail to get the messages.
He’d never expected that his secret wish would be delivered to him right in the palm of his hand, and during a sparring session at that, when your foot is pressing awfully hard against his stomach which in turn has blood pooling to his lower half.
“Ready to give up yet?” You say through labored breathes, while playfully glaring down at the younger man.
Gaz’s body is slicked with sweat, chest falling and rising at a rapid pace and shirt and shorts awkwardly hitched up, from all the rough housing you’d been doing.
As you continue to trail your gaze down his body you notice the boner he’s sporting and can’t help the smile twitching at the corners of your mouth.
Gaz has always been so easy to rile up.
But the smile quickly drops from your face once you catch a hint of pink among the sea of navy green, peaking out between his legs.
Without even thinking about it your sock clad foot moves from his stomach, down to his crotch, toes nudging his shorts to the side, now fully exposing his panty clad cock.
It’s the piece of pink lace you’d recently bought for him, material carefully chosen as to not irritate his skin and going well beyond to make sure it compliments his size, something comfortable enough to lounge around in.
You just never thought he’d be wearing it to practice.
“Why are you wearing that?” You say, voice sounding breathy and strained.
Gaz tries to form words, brain scrambling for a reason- any reason as to why he’s wearing lingerie during practice only for a pathetic “comfortable” to tumble from his lips.
“And boxers aren’t?” You say giving him an incredulous look. “Be honest angel, why are you wearing these hm?” You say sock clad toes brushing along his sack and sending shiver up his spine.
“Felt-felt pretty” he finally manages to sputter out, hips slightly buckling up as you continue to lazily stroke his shaft.
You hum in response lightly pressing down on his cock in reward and hearing him grunt out in pleasure.
“So you decided to wear them to practice today? Wanted me to see how pretty you look in the stuff I got for you?” You say pressing down your foot once again and lightly dragging it along his length.”Is that right Angel?”
His cock twitches at your touch, and he nods his head in response to your question.
“Words Gaz, you know the rules” you say, tone sounding a bit more sharper, foot pressing down harder
“Yes sir, wanted you to see how pretty I look wearing them- just -please please -“ he stutters out, once again bucking his hips up.
“What do you want pretty?” You say with a smile on your face, feeling your own cock stir at the sight of him looking absolutely wrecked when you haven’t even touched him yet.
“Make me cum” he almost sobs out.
“Make you? Sweetheart you know I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, you’ll just have to beg for it”
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