BRAWLER WANTED

[Bull🍋] Commitment

ミ★ Third person POV
ミ★ 1300+ words
ミ★ Requested by DoodlinFool
ミ★ NSFW - Cunnilingus
ミ★ Notes : Hope you enjoy this somehow. I probably won't write another anytime soon cause this took me three days to write and it isn't even that long so uh ;v ;"

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She was taken aback the minute he'd acted upon his own statement.

Nothing but a mix of both shock and pleasure overwhelmed her, his kisses tailed from the girl's jawline down. The few shivers of air released from her parted lips egged him further— not that she was trying to discourage it in the first place.

She releases a muffled purr as his focus shifted back to her plump lips. Eagerly sucking her lower lip in hopes for more, as cunning as she was, [F/n] played idle.

Bull didn't seem to take it very well, letting out a growl as he pinched her lip between his teeth. [E/c] eyes fluttered. She gave into his demand in some submission.

Her legs dangle from the ground below her, wrapping around the waistline of the well toned male before her. With ease, he won their battle. Bull pulls away extremely temporarily, snatching a gasp of air before meeting her again.

Moment being short lived, [F/n] was soon pressed over her own mattress. His hands roam freely. Soon grabbing at the hem of her poncho, he tugs it off.

[F/n] huffs airily as his cool hand meets her back, undoing the fabric that shielded her chest. [F/n] could tell what he wanted to do. What he wanted to do with her. He was hungry.

He craved her. As she did to him, though, she'd never admit it so easily.

His gorgeous orbs filled with passion as if it were a plague. This was something she'd never seen in him before. It was new.

Breaking open the fabric protecting her buds, Bull trails a hand over.

She shives as he mouths one of her mounds. His mussel gently circled her nipple, sucking softly whilst he groped the other. [F/n] shivers, biting onto her tongue. She refused me make a sound.

The [h/c] haired girl didn't want to give in. It wasn't in her nature to do so. She wanted to put up a fight, or at the very least some sort of resilience. She tried, but she couldn't.

The heat between her legs grew the more he swapped mounts. His knee pressed against her folds stiffly. Bull had her stringed, a needy hum follows.

Unsurprisingly, he shoots her a smirk. He knew he won. The evidence was beneath him.

[F/n] groans, both from his expression and his gestures. "Don't be s-such an ass." She quips. Bull doesn't reply, instead moving back up to plant another peck on her lips.

The hand planted on her waist trails down, tangling with the string of her jeans momentarily. He pulls slightly, but not enough. They part for a breath of air again.

With a quick swoop, his vest came flying off, as did his shirt next. Her eyes couldn't help but skim through his muscular figure. There's no denying he was built like a tank.