lynn loud liked it when you sucked on her fingers.
no, she loved it.
she also loved when you she made you cum in your panties, making your thighs all sticky.
she especially loved it when you opened your mouth wide enough so she could shove her tongue down your throat.
lynn loved playing with you.
you were best friends with luna, lynns sister.
you would come over every weekend, having the funnest time with the girls.
but then at night time, lynn would lock her bedroom door, lay you on her bed and make you feel so special.
tell you how good you taste, say things like, “precious little pussy, huh baby?”
you just would whine and kick your legs more.
tonight lynn had you straddle her narrow waist. her hands tight around your hips.
she sat up occasionally to kiss you, pushing her spit in your mouth.
you were just in your pretty pink panties and her big red jersey.
“so pretty” lynn whispered, squeezing you tighter. you rolled your hips.
lynn sat up, giving you a quick kiss before looking down and sliding her hand down your thigh to cup you pink covered cunt, she pressed her thumb to your clit. you pressed down, grabbing her strong shoulders.
“already feel so good, honey?” she gave you fake sympathy.
she peeled your panties to the side, bringing her middle finger up to her mouth, wetting it before sliding it down your gooey pussy.
you whined again, pushing up against her palm.
“oh look at you, my sweet little girl” she licked your ear with a smirk, watching you squirm on top of her.
“i wanna cum, lynn” you said into her neck.
“okay baby.” she cooed, kissing your cheek. she didn’t even try to stop you, she wanted to see your thighs sticky with your cum, her hand covered in your slick. it made her silly in the head just thinking about it.
you grinded against her palm again. “wanna cum” you repeated under your breath.
lynn kissed your swollen open mouth. “give it to me, sweetheart” she rasped.
and you did.
you came all over her hand, falling limp against her strong body.
“oh there it is. thats good, baby girl.” she smiled, bringing her wet hand to her mouth, gathering your sweet cum on her tongue.
once her hand was clean she picked your weak body up, laying you ontop of the soft pillow.
“i love you, lynn.” you whispered, out of breath, looking at her.
lynn laughed. “i love you too, sweetness.” she climbed on top of you, sticking her tongue between your lips, sharing her spit.
“im gonna make you cum in my mouth, alright?” she smirked, looking up at you, already climbing down your body.
some wnba fans just disgust me cus why the hell would yall throw an ( the refs say it was an inapropriate object — d**do ) on the court . like do yall want the players to see or sum ??
summary 𖦹. okay soooo nobody writes for laila nm huh ?? anyways , here is a cute little mini laila smut imagine
warnings 𖦹. smut , 18+ , minus degration + choking
sloane speaks ⏾ . bring back the laila fics !
you had her flat on her back, grinding down on her mouth until you were shaking. her tongue was everywhere, messy and greedy, and the second you came undone she didn’t even let you breathe. she flipped you over, dragged you to the edge of the bed and lined up behind you.
your cheek hit the sheets as she pressed into you from behind, hips snapping hard. every stroke was deep, ruthless, the sound of skin slapping filling the room while you clawed at the blankets and cried out her name. she kept a hand pressed to your lower back, forcing the arch, making you take it all while your legs trembled.
you thought she was done after wrecking you like that— but no. she pulled you up, bent you over again, and fucked you so hard your spine ached, your body giving out underneath her. when you collapsed, she dragged you back up, whispering in your ear how she wasn’t finished until your back was blown out completely.
the concept of stoner!ellie getting high and touching herself is taking over my brain… hitting her bong a few times and then stripping out of her shorts and underwear. she’s already super wet (leave her alone she’s been horny all day), and so its hard to get good friction on her clit at first. she huffs to herself a bit until she finds the perfect angle, swirling her fingers around the small bud. it gets to be not enough far too quickly, and before she knows it she’s reaching a little lower, shoving two fingers into herself. the moment they slip inside she’s fucking sighing in relief, head lolling a bit to the side. she squeezes around them, full body shuddering and pressing her thumb against her clit. she cums way faster than she’ll ever admit, but it’s because she was thinking of you the whole time.
authors note — haven’t wrote smut hcs in a while so cut me some slack
❤︎ perv! alysa who has a fixation on your tits. she 100% steals your bra’s, shoving them in the back of the closet in hopes that eventually, you’ll notice how most of them have disappeared from your drawers, forcing you to go braless, much to her satisfaction.
❤︎ perv! alysa who takes a used pair of your panties out from the laundry basket and buries her face in them. she takes a long whiff, deeply inhaling the sweet scent of where your delectable cunt used to be. her. tongue darting out purely out of instinct, tasting you rather faintly on the fabric, nearly cumming on the spot.
❤︎ perv! alysa who purposely buys you tight and revealing clothes for your birthday, holidays, or even randomly, just because she loves to watch your ass barely covered by the shorts, and your tits being perfectly propped up from the tight tank top as you walk around the house.
❤︎ perv! alysa who stands close behind you so your ass can brush against her clothed crotch, the slight friction making her eyes roll back, and a breathy moan escaping her lips.
❤︎ perv! alysa who can’t cuddle without it ending in her head between your legs.
❤︎ perv! alysa who scissors you every chance she gets. idc, this girl loves scissoring and will take every opportunity to have her cunt rubbing against yours.
❤︎ perv! alysa who walks in on you changing on “accident” and instead of walking out, she plops herself down on the bed to watch like her favorite show is on.
❤︎ perv! alysa whose camera roll is filled with pictures of you, and her hidden folder is just pictures of your boobs. only your boobs.
❤︎ perv! alysa who loooovveessss burying her face between your breathtaking tits. she could spend hours with her face between your tits and not have a care in the world. she will throw a fit if you do decide to move which means she has to leave her rightful place.
❤︎ perv! alysa who is a MUNCH. that girl could win another gold medal for eating you out. she lets out pathetic whines like she’s the one getting pleasured, but she can’t help it whenever you say her name, telling her how good she’s doing.
❤︎ perv! alysa who doesn’t know what personal space is and is constantly clinging to you. in the shower, she can’t keep her hands to herself. while watching a movie, her hand trails up and up and up your thigh. while your in the kitchen, making a snack, she always presses her chest against your back, wrapping her arms around your waist and putting her lips closer to your ear to whisper, “please, baby. i need you so bad.”
❤︎ perv! alysa who dry humps your pillow whenever you aren’t home. she rubs her cunt against your sheets, soaking them carelessly.
❤︎ perv! alysa who can’t keep her hands to herself at all, needing to constantly touch you 24/7. whether that’s at a hangout with friends or even while you’re sleeping, consent provided of course. her hands always find their way towards your tits after a long day.
❤︎ perv! alysa who loves your pussy so much she worships it, and your body as well. she spends literal hours eating you out because she loves the taste of your perfect cunt and your body’s reaction to the pleasure she brings you. she has and will continue to cum untouched just because she has the privilege to the amazing work of art that’s between your thighs.
>_< hiii so i been not actively writing for a QUICK minute bcuz writers block and bc i had to get ready for my dorm stuff like that n shit bcuz i did get into college!!! who wants to guess where? anyways, this is 18+ content right here sooo ya
reader has a cock!
the camp was supposed to be a dream, a chance to train with the best of the best before the season kicked off. you had packed your bags, ready to focus on drills, scrimmages, and sharpening your edge. then they handed you the room assignment and everything went sideways.
abbey murphy.
your name next to hers on the little slip of paper, like some cosmic joke. you had spent the last two seasons trading elbows, cheap shots, and trash talk across the blue line. every time your teams met, the refs had to step in. now the camp staff thought it would be funny to shove the two of you into one tiny room with a single bed barely big enough for one person, let alone two athletes who could barely stand each other.
you walked in first, dropped your duffel on the floor, and claimed the left side of the mattress without asking. abbey followed a minute later, her blonde ponytail swinging, her jaw already tight.
"you've gotta be kidding me," she muttered, kicking the door shut behind her. "one bed? this place is a joke."
"yeah, well, i'm not sleeping on the floor," you shot back, already peeling off your hoodie. "so figure it out."
she scoffed, tossing her own bag onto the single chair in the corner. the room was cramped, walls thin enough that you could hear the guys next door laughing. one narrow window let in the last of the evening light, and the air smelled like old wood and whatever cheap cleaner they used on the floors.
abbey stripped down to a tank top and shorts without any modesty, like she wanted to prove she wasn't going to tiptoe around you. her shoulders were broad from years of checking people into the boards, her arms defined, her legs still marked with the faint bruises that came with the sport. she caught you looking and raised an eyebrow.
"what? never seen an athlete before?"
"seen plenty," you answered, flopping onto the bed and stretching out so there was almost no room left for her. "just didn't expect to share a twin with my least favorite person on the ice."
"feeling's mutual," she said, but there was something in her voice that wasn't pure hatred. maybe exhaustion. maybe the fact that both of you had been skating since sunrise and the day had been brutal.
she climbed in anyway, shoving at your shoulder until you scooted over. the mattress dipped under her weight. your backs touched because there was nowhere else to go. heat radiated off her skin, still warm from the shower she had taken in the communal bathroom down the hall. you could smell her shampoo, something clean and sharp, and underneath it the faint trace of sweat that never quite left either of you after a long day on the ice.
neither of you spoke for a while. the camp had lights-out rules but no one really followed them. you could hear laughter echoing from the common area, the distant sound of sticks clacking in the parking lot as someone practiced toe drags under the streetlights. inside the room it was quiet except for breathing.
abbey shifted, trying to get comfortable, and her thigh brushed yours. neither of you moved away. the contact stayed, warm and solid. you told yourself it was just because the bed was small. that was all.
"this is stupid," she said eventually, voice low. "we're adults. we can share a bed without killing each other."
"speak for yourself," you muttered, but there was less bite in it than usual.
she turned onto her side, facing you now, one arm tucked under her head. in the dim light her eyes looked darker, the usual competitive spark softened by fatigue. her tank top had ridden up a little, exposing a strip of stomach. you kept your gaze on her face.
"you were a dick on that last drill today," she said, but it sounded almost conversational. "tripping me behind the net like that."
"you hooked my stick first."
"maybe." she smirked, small and tired. "still a dick move."
you rolled to face her too, the motion bringing you closer. your knees bumped. the bed creaked. outside, someone shouted goodnight down the hallway and a door slammed. inside, the air felt thicker, like the room was shrinking around the two of you.
abbey's breathing had changed, slower, deeper. she was studying your face like she was looking for something to argue about, but nothing came. instead her eyes dropped to your mouth for half a second before flicking back up. the silence stretched, heavy and electric.
you could feel the tension that had always existed between you shifting, morphing into something else. something that made your pulse kick harder against your ribs. her leg moved, sliding against yours, and this time it wasn't an accident. the contact lingered, deliberate. her skin was smooth where it wasn't bruised, warm where it pressed.
"we should probably try to sleep," she said, but she didn't sound convinced. her voice had dropped lower, almost rough.
"yeah," you agreed, not moving.
another beat of silence. then abbey reached out, her fingers brushing your arm like she was testing a boundary. when you didn't pull away she let her palm settle there, thumb stroking once over the muscle. the touch sent a spark straight down your spine.
you mirrored the movement, your hand finding her waist where the tank top had bunched. her skin was hot under your fingers. she inhaled sharply but didn't stop you. instead she shifted closer, closing the last inch of space between your bodies until you were pressed together from chest to knee.
her breath fanned across your collarbone. you could feel her heartbeat, quick and strong, matching the rhythm of your own. the rivalry that had defined every interaction for two seasons felt distant now, replaced by something rawer, more immediate.
abbey tilted her head, lips brushing the edge of your jaw in something that wasn't quite a kiss but wasn't nothing either. her hand slid down your side, fingers tracing the line of your hip before gripping tighter. the motion pulled you flush against her, and the friction made heat pool low in your stomach.
"this is a bad idea," she whispered against your skin, but her body told a different story. she rolled her hips once, slow and testing, and the soft sound that escaped her throat wasn't frustration anymore.
you answered by sliding your hand under her tank top, palm flat against the warm plane of her back. she arched into the touch, pressing her chest to yours. the thin fabric between you felt like too much and not enough all at once. her nipple hardened against your shirt, a small, insistent point of contact that made your breath catch.
abbey kissed you properly then, mouth opening against yours with the same aggression she brought to the ice. it was teeth and tongue and the taste of the mint toothpaste she had used earlier. her hand fisted in your hair, tugging just hard enough to sting, and you gave it right back, biting at her lower lip until she moaned into your mouth.
clothes started coming off in pieces. her tank top first, pulled over her head and tossed somewhere into the dark. your shirt followed. skin met skin, hot and damp, and the feeling of her breasts against your chest made your cock twitch in your shorts. she noticed, grinding down deliberately, and the friction drew a groan from both of you.
"fuck," she breathed, and the word sounded like surrender and challenge at the same time. her hand slipped between your bodies, palm pressing against the hard line of your cock through the thin fabric. she squeezed once, testing, then started stroking in slow, firm pulls that made your hips jerk forward.
you shoved at her shorts, pushing them down her thighs along with her underwear. she kicked them off the rest of the way, then returned the favor, yanking your shorts down until you were both bare. the cool air of the room hit your skin for only a second before she was on you again, straddling your hips, the wet heat of her pussy sliding along the length of your cock without taking you inside yet.
abbey rocked her hips, coating you in her slick, the head of your cock catching on her clit with every pass. her hands braced on your chest, nails digging in just enough to leave marks. her blonde hair fell forward, curtaining both of your faces as she leaned down to kiss you again, messier this time, all tongue and desperation.
"been thinking about this," she admitted against your mouth, voice ragged. "every time you checked me into the boards. every time we fought after the whistle. hated how much i wanted it."
you answered by gripping her hips and lifting her just enough to line yourself up. she sank down in one smooth motion, taking your cock to the hilt with a low, broken moan that vibrated through both of you. she was tight, hot, clenching around you like she never wanted to let go. for a moment neither of you moved, just breathing through the overwhelming sensation of being joined like this after months of tension.
then she started to ride you, slow at first, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles that dragged your cock against every sensitive spot inside her. her head tipped back, throat exposed, and you sat up enough to mouth at the column of her neck, sucking marks into the skin she would have to hide tomorrow under her practice jersey.
the bed creaked with every movement, the headboard tapping the wall in a steady rhythm that matched the slap of skin on skin. abbey braced one hand on the wall for leverage, the other still on your chest, and rode you harder, faster, chasing the friction she needed. her pussy fluttered around your cock, getting tighter, wetter, the obscene sound of her taking you filling the small room.
you thrust up to meet her, hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until she gasped. she leaned down again, biting at your shoulder to muffle the sounds she couldn't quite hold back. the sting of her teeth only made you fuck her harder, the two of you moving together like you were still fighting, just with different rules now.
abbey came first, clenching around you in pulsing waves, her whole body going tight and then shaking as she rode it out. the feeling of her coming on your cock dragged you over the edge right after, your hips stuttering as you spilled deep inside her, filling her with hot pulses of cum that leaked out around your cock with every aftershock.
she collapsed on top of you, both of you sweaty and breathing hard, the room suddenly too small and too quiet after the noise you had made. her hair stuck to her forehead. your hands stayed on her hips, thumbs stroking idle circles on her skin.
outside, the camp had gone mostly quiet. inside, the rivalry that had defined you both felt different now, transformed into something neither of you had words for yet. abbey shifted, your cock still half-hard inside her, and made a small, satisfied sound.
"round two in ten minutes," she murmured against your neck, already rolling her hips again. "and this time i'm on top the whole time."
you didn't argue. the night was young, the bed was small, and the tension between you had finally found a better outlet than checking each other into the boards.
puhlease don’t come for me but i DONT like the studbudz. first off, courtney is always weirdly acting obsessed over gabby. and gabby literally told her to leave her alone. NEXT, courtney is mysognystic (idk who u spell ts) but yes. and she bi-phobic. and the whole thing with t saying oh gabby ugly js bc she don’t fw them is ACTUALLY ABSURD.
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