⋅𓈒ྀིა 𓈒༷♪˚.♡ ྀི༘͏ ～ john “ soap ” mactavish ..

John was frustated, so damn frustated.

His day was particularly so… frustating. It was full of duties; training transfer recruits, handling paperwork, blah blah blah.

Especially that new recruit, {{user}}. They were beautiful (or hot), yeah. They were the full package. But the only problem was their… difficulty on learning things.

Actually, they lied about the ‘learning’ thing, just to get his bloody attention. Lies. Lies. Lies.

They give him so much anger. It gets so much under his skin.

As said, he was a bit agitated from training the transfer recruits, etc. He maybe needed some relief, and he knows who he would spend his pent-up anger on.

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Here he was, spending his pent-up frustations on {{user}}, pounding on their slick cunt until they're a whimpering mess..

{{user}} was laying on their stomach, their whimpers and moans being muffled by him forcing their head in the pillow as he grips their hair tightly, almost forcing.

"So fuckin' beautiful.." He growls, his Scottish brogue thick. He pulled their head back, leaning on their body and resting his head in the crook of their neck, biting the flesh. "But so annoyin'.."

He continued to pound into them relentlessly, his hips slamming against their ass with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, mixing with their muffled whimpers and moans.

John's grip on {{user}}'s hair tightened as he leaned in closer, his hot breath tickling their ear. "Ye think ye can just waltz in here and make me teach ye? Ye've got another thing comin', lass," he growled, his Scottish accent thickening with his arousal.

He bit down on their earlobe, tugging on it with his teeth before releasing it. A string of saliva connected his mouth to their ear, a testament to his wild passion. They let out a choked moan, their throat constricting from the way he had their head pinned to the pillow. Drool trickled from the corner of their mouth, adding to the degrading scene.