casanova | selever + mfm oneshots

lying mf //selever

still tryna think of that ruv smut bro

aha another 2 am thingy

and i have a test tmw-

dude actually in my feels wtf why isn't selever real ong

will cry about it

bruh i'm  t i r e d

also ty broskis for the 2.2k reads :lipbite:

ALSO I CAME BACK TO WRITE BUT BEFORE I SAW SMTH

 MY EYES THIS SHIT BE ILLEGAL 

i'm a criminal now time to b in a cartel or smth

wtf bro thats not cool 😔

oh the fucking pain

to be alive 🥶

also uhm

kinda kinky in this ( i used whore once to get some people banging their head on smth)

:) not nsfw tho :( its suggestive l o l and v short

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you sneaked another one of it into your room, putting it on the top of your closet shelf.

"he's never gonna find all that now," you said to yourself.

"y/n, where's my fucking sweaters?" selever called out from his room.

"I don't know!," you responded.

you quickly shuffled back into your bed and closed the closet door as he stomped to your room.

he slammed the door open, saying, "where the actual fuck are my sweaters?"

you were lying face down on the bed, so you probably made it more suspicious than it needed to. y/n do be smart sometimes.

"i don't fucking know," you mumbled into the sheets.

selever roughly flipped you over and pinned you to the bed by your wrists. (y cant he b real-)

"where did you fucking put them, bitch," he leaned down close to your face (aha my kinks do be wildin)

"i don't know what you're talking about," you struggled in his grip but he tightly squeezed your wrists. 

"you know, i'd choke you, but you'd probably like that," he smirked." so we'll stay in this position until you tell me where my fucking hoodies are."

"i mean, i'm not compla-" selever released one of your hands and covered your mouth and then used his other hand to pin you down.

"well yhur stronk ash fhuck," you tried to say.

"can you tell me where the fucking sweaters are at, whore?"

you flushed and your eyes opened wide.

"wow bitch, you liked that? well then give me my sweaters back and maybe i'll call you it again."

now this was an opportunity you couldn't pass up. you nodded and he let go of your wrists and took his hand of your mouth. you shook your hands out and pointed in the closet.

"so you did fucking have it, petty bitch," he opened the closet door and took the stack of sweaters and threw one at you.

"you can wear that." he saw you perk up." but if you wear it now, i'm pretty sure it'd be ruined by the time i'm done with you," he then left with the pile of sweaters, leaving you behind flushed but very impatient.

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doja cat

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