WARNINGS: sex, smut, a little rough kissing, cursing
A/N: has some time on my hands after work and somebody once said they wanted Brock smut...? Maybe that was just me? Lol
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“WHAT the fuck is your problem Rumlow?!” You growled, the team quieting as you turned to face him.
“Everybody get the fuck out,” he growled leveling you with a glare, one that made enemies wither on the battlefield, one that had you grimacing as you lifted your chin in defiance, tired of his bullshit.
A/N: It's been a minute since I updated this. Life really has a way of kicking my ass so keep that in mind before yall decide to murder me... XD
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She tasted like candy, Brock noted. Liquor tainted candy. He could get used to that, he thought, smirking against her lips. “Then make it count,” he had growled, thinking she would shove a hand into his face. He was daring her and he should have known she wouldn't back down. Instead she had paused for a second before leaning in and carefully pressing her soft lips to his. Soft and slow, it made him itch, it made him desperate, it made him NEED MORE, it made him WANT. She was already in his lap, his hand on her waist the other on her leg, he shifted her and tugged her in closer, bringing a hand up and carding it into her short green hair fingers tangling with the stands and tugging as he deepened the kiss.