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Pep Guardiola/Reader Smut

The first time Pep Guardiola brought me to his office, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement. As I walked in, my gaze drifted up to the large portrait of him that hung behind his desk. He was wearing his iconic black suit, his expression stern and focused, just like he always looked on the sidelines. I swallowed hard, my throat feeling dry as I took in the surroundings. His desk was neatly organized, with only a few framed photographs and a row of trophies lining the top. A plush leather chair sat behind it, and I could only imagine what kinds of things went on in there.

As he shut the door and turned to face me, I felt my heart racing. He took in my appearance, his eyes raking over my body before finally settling on the collar around my neck. It was made of thick, silver chain, engraved with his name: Pep Guardiola. It was a constant reminder of my place in his world, and I knew that I was his property now.

He walked around me slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. "You're looking quite beautiful today, aren't you?" he purred, his voice low and dangerous. I could feel myself trembling under his intense stare. "Let's see what you're capable of."

Without another word, he bent me over the desk, pressing my shoulders into the cool leather. My heart pounded in my chest as he roughly yanked down my panties, revealing my wet, aching sex to him. He growled in approval, and then before I could even process what was happening, he was pushing into me, filling me up with his hard length.

"That's it," he groaned, beginning to thrust roughly inside me. "Take it, you little slut." Each word was a blow to my pride, but I couldn't help but moan as he claimed me, his rough movements driving me wild. He slapped me hard across the ass, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

As he fucked me, I could feel his gaze roaming over my body, taking in every detail. He reached down and roughly pinched my nipple, causing me to arch my back in response. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice vicious. "You like knowing that everyone can see what a dirty little whore you are."

The words stung, but I couldn't deny the thrill I felt as he owned me. I moaned louder, pushing back against him. The desk was hard and unforgiving beneath me, but it only seemed to heighten the sensation as he thrust deeper and faster.

Pep's hand left my breast, only to slap me hard across the cheek. "You like this, don't you?" he snarled, his breath hot against my ear. I nodded, tears welling up as the sting mixed with the pleasure. He growled in approval and then reached down to roughly twist my nipple, sending a sharp pain coursing through my body.

As I moaned, he began to thrust harder, faster. I could feel the desk digging into my hips as he took me roughly, filling me up and pushing me to the edge. His hands roamed over my body, pinching and slapping, leaving marks that would only serve as reminders of our time together.

His thrusts grew more frenzied, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his release. With one final, brutal thrust, he growled my name and emptied himself inside me. I felt his weight press down on me as he collapsed onto the desk, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

Slowly, he withdrew from me, leaving my body aching for more. He reached down and roughly grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so that I was looking up at him. His eyes were cold and calculating, like a predator surveying its prey. "You're a good girl," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "You know your place."

He released me, and I slumped forward, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I could feel his seed dripping out of me, a constant reminder of his dominance. He grabbed a towel from a nearby shelf and roughly wiped himself off, then tossed it carelessly onto the floor. Without another word, he walked around the desk and sat down in his chair, pulling out his phone and beginning to scroll through it.

I remained where I was, my body aching and my mind reeling from the intense encounter. It was clear that my place in his life was as his possession, his plaything to be used and discarded at his whim. The thought both terrified and exhilarated me in equal measure. As I stood there, naked and exposed, I couldn't help but wonder what he would have me do next.

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wenwudilf · 1 month

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Pep Guardiola x Reader Smut

Warning : Non Con

“no stop it .. it hurts pls pep stop it stop “ Instantly I heard an animalistic noise from pep followed by a hard slap across my face with the back of his hands. More tears welled up to my eyes subconsciously.

“when will u learn to shut your mouth, you’re nothing more than a slut for me to use so u will take all of it like the dirty whore u are”. His crude words mixed with his Spanish accent almost distracted me from the pain. I wasn’t prepared at all and my ass was burning from the sudden intrusion. But pep didn’t seem to care as he gripped my hips and started thrusting at full force. The obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of my abused hole , along with the slapping sound of his hips against my ass filled the entire room. It hurt so much yet pep didn’t seem to care as he showed no sign of slowing down. “you’re my fucking whore, just a hole for me to use whenever I please”

well who knew pep was a dirty-talker

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wenwudilf · 1 month

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Pep Guardiola/Reader Smut

Pep Guardiola, the charismatic and enigmatic city manager of Manchester, was well-known for his unconventional methods. His intense stare and sharp tongue had intimidated countless players and colleagues alike. But tonight, as I found myself bound to his office table with his own belt, I couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of fear and anticipation. The room was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, casting a golden hue over Pep's angular features as he knelt before me, his lips curled into a wolfish grin. He reached out, hooking a finger into the lace of my thong, and drew it down my legs in one swift motion.

With skilled, expert hands, Pep began to stroke and tease my swollen clit, circling it with his thumb in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. I arched my back, moaning into the crook of his neck as pleasure coursed through me. He increased the pace, his breath hot against my ear, his fingers digging into my hips. I felt the familiar tension building deep within, the sensation growing more and more intense with each passing second.

My body was on the brink, about to explode, when he finally withdrew his fingers, leaving my aching flesh exposed. I whimpered in frustration, wanting him to touch me again. But Pep had other plans. With a sly grin, he leaned forward, taking my engorged nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard. I cried out, my hips bucking wildly against the table. His free hand moved down between my legs, spreading my folds wider, revealing my swollen, sensitive nub.

He licked and teased me with his tongue, driving me wild with need. I felt a warmth building deep within, threatening to spill over the edge. And then, without warning, it happened. With a loud cry of pleasure, I felt my body tense and release, my inner walls pulsing around his fingers as I came hard, my juices spilling down my thighs and onto the table. Pep continued to lap at me, relishing every drop, his tongue working in concert with his expert fingers.

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, he sat back on his heels, his chest heaving as he watched me catch my breath. My heart raced wildly, my body still tingling from the incredible sensations he'd just given me. "That was quite the performance," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You're going to have to work harder if you want to keep this job

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wenwudilf · 2 months

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Pep Guardiola/Reader Smut

I'd never considered myself as the type of girl who would follow a guy to his work, but then again, I'd never been in a relationship with someone like Phil Foden either. He was my best friend, my first kiss, my first love... but he just couldn't seem to get it right in bed. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy it, but there was always something missing, something that left me wanting more. And it wasn't like I hadn't tried to tell him how I felt, to explain what I needed, but he just couldn't seem to understand.

So there I was, tailing him to the Man City training grounds, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him walk towards the entrance. I knew this was a huge mistake, that I should just turn around and go home, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I wanted answers, I needed to know why he couldn't make me feel complete.

As I followed him through the hallways of the training complex, my nerves on edge, I suddenly found myself in the presence of none other than Pep Guardiola himself. He was deep in conversation with Phil, his voice low and intense, but I couldn't help but feel like I was intruding on something private. I tried to make my way past them unnoticed, but to my horror, Pep caught sight of me. His piercing blue eyes fixed on me, and for a moment, I felt like I was caught in a web.

"Excuse me," I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest. "I didn't mean to intrude."

Pep Guardiola regarded me coolly, his expression unreadable. "You're with Foden, yes?" he asked, his accent thick and almost musical. I nodded, feeling a strange mix of fear and embarrassment wash over me. "Then you must have something important to say."

He motioned for me to follow him into a nearby empty office. My heart raced as I did as he asked, wondering what he could possibly want with me. As soon as the door closed behind us, he spun me around, pinning me against the wall. His grip was surprisingly firm, and I could feel the heat emanating from his body. "You have something to say to me, yes?" he hissed in my ear.

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "I-I just wanted to tell you that I think Phil could be a better player. He's got so much potential, but he just can't seem to reach it." I glanced up at him, hoping that maybe he'd understand what I was trying to say.

But Pep didn't seem interested in my words. Instead, his eyes raked over my body, and a dark, predatory look came into his eyes. "And what is it that you want from him?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "What do you need?"

I felt my cheeks flush with shame and anger. "I-I just want to be satisfied," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "In bed, I mean. It's not about the sex, it's about the connection. I want to feel like he cares about me as much as I care about him."

Pep's expression darkened even further, and suddenly, his hands were all over me. He roughly pushed me down onto the desk, pinning my arms above my head, and before I could even process what was happening, he was ripping my clothes off of me. "You want to feel connected?" he growled in my ear. "You want him to care about you?"

His touch was brutal and possessive, his fingers digging into my skin as he roughly caressed my breasts, sucking and nipping at my nipples until they were hard and aching. He roughly pulled my underwear aside, and before I could even think about resisting, he was thrusting his fingers into me, filling me up, claiming me.

My body arched off the desk, crying out in pleasure as his touch sent waves of heat coursing through me. He growled in satisfaction, his fingers moving faster, harder, his breath hot against my neck. I felt a strange sense of power and control over him, and it only seemed to fuel his desire.

He pulled his fingers free and roughly positioned himself between my legs, his erection straining against his pants. Without any preamble, he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt with a groan. The sensation was overwhelming, intense, but it felt right. It felt like he was finally giving me what I needed.

Pep's movements were savage and primal, his body slamming into mine in perfect rhythm. His breath came in ragged gasps as he looked down at me, his eyes burning with a fierce desire. "You want to be satisfied?" he growled, his words hot against my skin. "You want him to care about you?"

I could feel the strength in his body, the power that came from years of dominating the field. He was in control, and I was helpless to resist. My own breath came faster and faster as he continued to thrust into me, the sensation building inside me, threatening to break free in a wave of pure ecstasy.

His movements grew even more frenzied, his grip on my hips nearly bruising. I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The air in the room seemed to crackle with energy, with the raw desire that bound us together.

As I felt the first tremors of my impending orgasm building deep within me, Pep slowed his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared down at me with an intensity that made my heart race. "That's it," he growled, his voice rough and demanding. "Let it out."

His words were like a trigger, and with a shuddering cry, I came, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He followed suit, his body tense and rigid as he thrust one final time, his cries echoing in the room as he released himself deep inside me.

For a moment, we were both still, our bodies pressed tightly together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, Pep pulled out of me, his eyes never leaving mine. He reached down and roughly wiped some sweat from my forehead, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"There," he said, his voice hoarse. "That's what you needed.

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wenwudilf · 2 months

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simply the best

#Unhinged but #can I use his trophy as a d*ldo #ily bald man

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wenwudilf · 2 months

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he didnt lie

#tbh same #hhhng im horny #id be on my knees for him too

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wenwudilf · 2 months

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get out of his face

#I wish pep’s face was this near to mine

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wenwudilf · 2 months

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#same #doggy style or whatever daddy

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wenwudilf · 2 years

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@ wenwu do u need a SLAVE?

#xu wenwu #wenwu #marvel #shang chi #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings #梁朝偉 #yes he’s hot #marvel mcu #hot damn

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wenwudilf · 2 years

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daddy...I’ll burn down a whole village for u too

#tony leung #wenwu #xu wenwu #shang chi #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings #梁朝偉 #daddy #marvel mcu #marvel #hot damn

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wenwudilf · 2 years

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TONY LEUNG CHIU-WAI as Xu Wenwu SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS (2021)

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wenwudilf · 2 years

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LMAO Y’all are killing me. I literally don’t even have much. It might change a bit when I post the finished work, but here it’s a snippet.

MINOR DNI. If you have no age listed on your blog, don’t interact with this!

[You crack your eyes open from your little nap. Your body is still sore from the last time he has taken you. Your hand goes down to your stomach, which is rounder now but still not too noticeable. He notices it of course. After all, it’s what he wanted.You turn to lay on your side, your silk robe gently slides off your shoulder revealing your supple skin. Your breath hitches in your throat when you meet his gaze in the far corner of the room. The light from the full moon illuminated his grim expression. The golden rings gleam slightly as he shifts his arms, crossing them over his chest.He’s still angry at you. So much anger in him that every glance feels like hell freezes over you. His eyes shift down to your growing stomach then back up to your face. You can see the muscles of his jaw flicking, straining as if he’s trying very hard to act upon his urges again.]

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wenwudilf · 3 years

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everytime i look at mr leung chiu wai I feel like im committing great sin and blasphemy against heaven and earth

#tony leung #wenwu #xu wenwu #shang chi #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings #梁朝偉 #daddy #hot damn #leung chiu wai

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wenwudilf · 3 years

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