gay loser

Y/N kept his head down as he walked through the front doors of William McKinley High School, trying not to draw any attention to himself. 

He knew he passed, knew he looked like all of the other guys here, but due to his experiences growing up, he was almost always on edge. Would people know he was poor? Know he was trans? He had moved to Lima just last week; his mother had gotten a job here that might actually pay his family's bills for once. He wanted a fresh start, a clean slate, no one to know who he was. But another part of him wished that there was a familiar face here. Just one would make him feel better. 

He looked down at the paper Principal Figgins had given him as he walked though the halls. It had his schedule, locker number, and the location of Ms. Pillsbury, the guidance counselor's, office on it. Class hadn't started yet, and he definitely didn't feel like talking to the counselor, so he made his way to his locker.

Fortunately, it was in a quiet location. His locker was on the third floor, away from most of the classrooms, and no students seemed to hang out there. There was a group of cheerleaders whose lockers were across from his, but he didn't mind that, and they didn't seem to even notice him. He'd just mind his own business.

The cheerleaders were acting as if they didn't even know Y/N was there, laughing and talking as loud as they would if they were alone in their own houses. He didn't want to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help it. 

"Artie is, like, so into me," a blonde girl with a ponytail said, leaning back against her locker as her friend, a Hispanic girl with dark hair, scoffed and replied, "Please. You're just a rebound for him. He's just salty that Tina left him for Mike and wants to prove that he can also 'level up'."

A third blonde girl was also with them, but she was quiet, for now. Y/N moved some of his textbooks from his backpack to his locker, and was taking his hoodie off to hang it up when the third girl finally spoke, and when he heard her voice, he froze.

"Brittany, Santana is the last person you should take relationship advice from. But, in this case, she is right. Unfortunately."

Y/N had never been more confused. That was the voice of his old friend, his childhood best friend, Lucy. But Lucy had been a plump brunette with a face full of acne and no friends besides him. This girl was skinny, blonde, and had some of the clearest skin Y/N had ever seen. She was… really hot. And she was clearly a social butterfly, both these girls seemed to listen to her and enjoy her company. 

"Ugh, shut up, Quinn," the Hispanic girl, who you now knew was named Santana, retorted, "You were literally pregnant by your then boyfriend's best friend! You have a worse track record than I do!" 

Though the situation the girl had been in was the craziest part of that sentence, Y/N was more focused on the name Santana had said. Quinn. Not Lucy. She wasn't who he thought she was, case closed. It had been silly of him to even think it; Lucy and Quinn didn't even share the slightest resemblance. 

Y/N finished hanging up his hoodie, checked the time, and realized that it would be best to get to class now. He didn't want to be late on his first day. He shut his locker and turned to walk to class, but right as he turned, Quinn looked up at him. Their eyes met for a moment, and Y/N nearly froze again. 

Her eyes were brown. But they weren't just any brown. They weren't the same brown as Santana's, or as anyone else's. They were the exact shade of brown that Lucy's had been, the eyes he had gazed into so many times as a child. 

He quickly turned away before his innocuous glance became a weird stare, just giving the group of girls a nod of acknowledgment as he finally walked away. The moment their eyes met felt like an eternity, though it was only a few seconds. And now, Y/N couldn't get her out of his mind. 

He walked to class slowly, since he didn't know the route yet. As he confusedly looked at the room numbers on his schedule, one of those cheerleaders quickly walked past him. To his pleasant surprise, it wasn't Brittany or Santana, it was Quinn. Y/N instinctively began to follow her, trying to think of something to say to her that could serve as a way to tell if she was Lucy, when, all of a sudden, she turned into a room.

Room 152. Coincidentally, that was the one he had been looking for this whole time. He smiled to himself, knowing that maybe, eventually, this class would be a way for them to bond. 

As the morning classes passed, Y/N realized he was probably the luckiest guy in the whole school. So far, every single one of his classes had been with Quinn. 

Now, they were in fourth period Spanish. There were still ten minutes left in class, but Mr. Schuester said that he had to deal with some lady named Sue Sylvester, so he let the class have these last couple minutes to themselves. 

The tables in the classroom were set up in pairs, two students per desk. Y/N had been sitting next to some guy with a mohawk. "Puck" had been the name written on his paper. As intriguing as Puck was, all Y/N had been focused on during class was Quinn.

Whoever usually sat next to her during class wasn't there, so she had been sitting at the table alone the whole time. Now, she was just fiddling with her pencil, trying to pass the time. Perfect opportunity to talk to her.

Y/N took a deep breath, preparing himself. He could do this. He could talk to girls. He had been a lifeguard this past summer, and a bunch of girls had approached him. He couldn't be that bad, right?

He got up, and walked over to Quinn's desk, his speech prepared in his head. He was going to ask if she knew about the town they had lived in as kids, if she was related to someone named Lucy, but when he got to her desk and she looked up at him… he froze.

She was so beautiful. Her blonde hair framed her face perfectly, her eyes bored into his, and she had the smallest hint of a smile on her face. But more than anything, she wasn't looking up at him with judgment, she was looking with curiosity. She wasn't scorning him, she wanted to know what he had to say.

As he took in her beauty, the script he'd made in his mind completely vanished. Quinn laughed, since his face clearly showcased his awe, and she asked, "Yes?"

Y/N blushed at her laugh and question. That meant he had been staring at her for too long. What had he even meant to say? Why did he come over here? He completely forgot now. He looked around the room, trying to come up with something to say, when his eyes landed on the clock. 11:30. Lunch was soon. Perfect. "Uhh… I just wanted to ask where the cafeteria is. I'm new, this is my first day, so I don't know my way around yet."

Quinn playfully raised her eyebrow. Cafeteria? That's it? Though she considered it, she didn't tease him. She knew how it felt to be the new kid. She spoke softly, "First floor, to the right of the main entrance. Go down the stairwell to the left of this room and walk straight until you see it. You can't miss it."

Y/N just nodded, feeling more awkward than ever and wanting to get out of there. He mumbled a rushed thanks, and speed-walked his way back to the table with Puck. As he walked, Quinn's eyes lingered on him. That sweet, shy energy he had… it was familiar. Almost reminiscent of her childhood best friend. Quinn missed her. She was the only one who had been good to her when she was Lucy. 

She glanced back at him every now and then as he sat beside Puck. He looked embarrassed about their interaction, and put his head down on the desk, hiding his face in his arms. Her old best friend had done that when she was embarrassed, too. Quinn knew there was no way this guy was the same person, but she was intrigued by him. 

Formerly, Y/N was the one following Quinn, but now, she was the one following him. Once the bell rang for lunch, she kept her eyes on him as he walked to the cafeteria, making sure he made his way there safely. She wouldn't embarrass herself in front of her cheerio friends and sit with some new guy who they'd probably call a loser, but she kept an eye on him as he ate.

The school didn't have many options when it came to lunch, but for the mandatory fruit everybody had to take, he took an orange, and for the mandatory milk, he chose chocolate. Quinn was getting even more suspicious now. Her best friend always got an orange and chocolate milk at lunch. Maybe this was all some freaky coincidence, but she couldn't shake the weirdness. 

Quinn continued to keep her attention on Y/N all day, following him to his classes and keeping an eye on him in the classes they shared. Finally, at the end of the day, she had an opportunity to speak to him alone.

She remembered that their lockers were near each other, so, as the final bell rang, she found him there, grabbing his things and getting ready to leave. Brittany and Santana had already gone to Glee Club, so she knew there was no chance of being interrupted.

As Y/N slammed his locker shut, he was immediately met by Quinn. He jumped slightly at the surprise, not even having heard her approach. She was staring up at him with an incredibly serious look on her face, which he couldn't help but find sexy. He awkwardly swallowed, mumbling, "Uh, hello again. Sorry, I didn't see you there."

He was cute. Quinn did her best not to break her serious face, and fortunately, it didn't falter. She didn't approach him with pleasantries or warm greetings, she simply asked, "Who are you? What's your deal?"

Y/N didn't know what to say. Keeping his stealth at this new school was his biggest priority, but since that small part of him screamed that this was Lucy, he considered being honest. He decided to hold back, for now, and just gave the details that didn't out him. "Uh, well, my name is Y/N. Y/N L/N. My mom got a job here just last week, so I'm really new. I'm originally from Fairbrook."

Her eyes widened as the name of the town left his mouth, but she tried to hide it. That was where she was from, too. She continued to try to play it cool, leaning back against the lockers. "I am too, you know. Fairbook, born and raised. Moved here after eighth grade. Why don't I remember you?"

Now, Y/N was even more confident about his theory from earlier. He looked slightly excited now. He debated once more outing himself, but once again, he opted against it. "Uh, I don't know. I was a pretty quiet kid. I didn't have many friends."

He thought he was being vague, but really, he just revealed himself to Quinn even more. Her best friend was also a loner. Quinn was the only friend she'd had. She was about to ask Y/N something else, but he spoke first, his words making her freeze up. "You remind me of someone I knew then. I had this friend, Lucy. Are you a sister of hers? A cousin?"

How did he know about Lucy? Quinn thought she'd erased that part of her from existence. She didn't think anyone besides her best friend, wherever she was, would remember Lucy. She then thought about what Y/N said more, and got stuck on his wording. He described himself as a friend of Lucy's. Lucy didn't have a single friend besides that one, her best friend.

Quinn swore she would never tell anybody about Lucy again, but clearly, this guy needed to know the truth. He probably already did. "Y/N… I am Lucy. Lucy Quinn Fabray. I didn't like who I was then, and when I moved here, I lost weight, dyed my hair, got a nose job, and began going by my middle name. I needed to leave that part of me behind, nobody but Sarah even liked me when I was like that…"

Quinn had been looking up at Y/N as she spoke, and she saw the way his face shifted from awe as she revealed her identity to fear at that name she uttered. He nearly flinched, he looked like he was afraid of the name. He didn't want to out himself, but to Quinn, he was practically already out. She knew the old version of him, and was now talking to the new version.

He swallowed, clearing his throat before he spoke. The words looked like they were stuck, like they hurt to even say. His voice was barely audible as he said, "Um… that was me. I was Sarah. I mean, I never really was Sarah, I always knew I was never meant to be a girl, but I didn't know the words for it until middle school-"

"You're trans?" Quinn interrupted, the sheer shock of his confession causing the words to slip out faster than she wanted them to. She saw the way his face fell even more, the way he looked like he wanted to run away, so she quickly continued, "Not that that's a bad thing. I just… I never expected to see you again. And I had no idea you felt that way when we were kids."

Y/N shrugged, managing to look back up at her, meeting her eyes. They were softer now, filled with compassion and recognition. He decided he'd explain his story a bit more. "Yeah, I am. I always felt different as a kid, but I never talked about it with you or anything. I learned what being trans was in middle school and then came out to my mom. She was really supportive; I've been on testosterone for five years now, and I have all my surgeries done. I don't like to think about my life before. I'm not formerly Sarah, now Y/N, I'm just… Y/N. I always have been You know what I mean?"

Y/N thought Quinn wouldn't understand, but she did. She lifted a hand up, gently rubbing his shoulder as she replied, "I know how it feels to change yourself and forget the past. We don't need to talk about it. You're Y/N, and I'm Quinn. It took a while to get here, but we're here, and these are our lives now, and we're happy."

Y/N smiled down at her, pleasantly surprised at her understanding and compassion. He nodded, echoing, "Yeah. We're happy now. That's what matters."

He wanted to ask her so many more things, when all of a sudden, the cheerleader girl from earlier, Santana, reappeared. 

"Quinn!" she called out, "Where have you been? Glee Club has been waiting for you for fifteen minutes now!"

Quinn rolled her eyes as she turned to face Santana, shooing her away and answering, "I'll be there in a sec. Just give me five more minutes, okay? Tell Mr. Schue you guys can start without me."

Santana scoffed, but she didn't protest, and soon, Quinn and Y/N were alone again. She murmured, "Sorry about that. I'm a part of Glee Club, and we take it pretty seriously. We have sectionals coming up."

Y/N nodded, his curiosity peaking. He didn't know Quinn liked to sing, she'd never expressed any interest for it when they were kids. "You like to sing? I had no idea."

"How I got involved in Glee Club… it's a long story. But as I spent more time there, I realized that they were all really good people, and I had fun. So, yeah, I guess I do sing." She paused, looking back up at Y/N before asking, "Why don't you come to today's meeting? Everyone is really nice, they're, like, the one club that's accepting of new kids."

Y/N looked down, fiddling with the strap of his backpack. He wasn't sure how he felt about getting involved with something so fast, but he figured that the more people he knew at this school, the better. He nodded, putting his backpack back in his locker and murmuring, "Sure, I'll go. I'm no singer, but I wanna see what it's like."

Quinn laughed, taking his hand and dragging him to the choir room with her. Once they got there, the Spanish teacher from earlier was was telling the group about their musical theme for the week. He paused when he saw Quinn bring Y/N in, his eyes brimming with excitement at seeing the potential new member. 

"Mr. Schue, this is Y/N. He's an old friend of mine, and he recently transferred here. He doesn't really know anyone, so I figured Glee Club would be a good place for him to start." 

Mr. Schue gave Y/N a warm welcome, restating how accepting Glee Club was and how excited they were to have a new member, and once his spiel was done, Quinn led him to one of the chairs in the back row and sat beside him.

Y/N expected to be ostracized when he walked in, but as he glanced around at the other kids in the room, he realized that the ones who were staring at him were staring in curiosity, not judgment. He appeared to have caught the eyes of Santana, Brittany, a girl he would later learn was named Mercedes, and even a guy who turned out to be named Kurt.

Y/N had fun at Glee Club, the group sang some songs together, and he even got to do a small solo to show Mr. Schue what kind of range he had. It was apparently good, because some girl named Rachel gave him a standing ovation. According to Quinn, that was rare. 

But, soon, things began to get tense. Apparently, Y/N's voice sounded best while singing with Santana, so Mr. Schue had them do a duet together. There was no problem with that at first, and it made Quinn happy to see her new friend getting along with her best friend, but soon, Santana began to get too friendly.

The song wasn't even romantic, but Santana was trying her hardest to make it that way. She leaned against Y/N, gripped his huge shoulders, and reached up to run her hands through his curly hair. It enraged Quinn. Y/N was hers. He was her friend first, and Santana had no right to touch him like that. 

Quinn was doing her best to just thug it out, to wait until the song was done to tell Santana to back off and pull Y/N away from her, but then she did something that Quinn couldn't ignore. Santana leaned up, steadying herself by resting her hands on his broad chest, and pressed a kiss to Y/N's chin. 

He froze, not knowing what to make of the sudden act of affection, but Quinn didn't freeze. She immediately stood up, yanking Santana away from Y/N and grabbing his hand, beginning to pull him out of the choir room.

"You're such a slut, Santana!" Quinn yelled, ignoring the angry words the other girl was yelling back at her in Spanish. Quinn didn't stop, dragging Y/N as far from the choir room as possible, back towards the area of the school where their lockers were, and pulled him into an open janitor's closet.

She slammed the door behind them, flicking the light on. Quinn wasn't mad at Y/N, not really, but she had never been the best at directing her anger at the right people. "Why the hell did you let her do that, Y/N?"

"I didn't mean to!" he stammered, "I was just being nice, putting up with her until the song ended. I had no idea she was going to kiss me! I'm not trying to make any enemies here."

Quinn scoffed, opting to look down at a dirty mop instead of into his eyes. "Well, you're gonna make one if you keep letting girls who aren't me kiss you."

Y/N blushed a little now. Was she jealous? Did she want to be the one kissing him instead? His voice was quiet as he spoke, "I won't. Um… for the record… you're the only girl I'd want kissing me."

Quinn looked back up at him, eyes brimming with tears. She hadn't expected him to say that. She expected him to remember her as Lucy, the ugliest girl in school, not see her as Quinn, the person she wanted to be. But, fortunately, she was wrong. "I am? You- you'd want me to kiss you?"

Y/N nodded. Of course he would. She was the person who knew more about him than anyone else, the one who knew the depths of his soul and his greatest secret and didn't see him any differently. "Of course I would. You're who knows me most, who I trust-"

He was cut off by Quinn grabbing him and pulling him down so that she could kiss him. She pressed her lips against his, earning a startled, but happy, gasp from him. He didn't pull away, he leaned into the kiss, his hands moving down to rest on her waist and ground her. 

Quinn moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to cup his jaw and keep him centered. She slowly slipped her tongue into his mouth, and soon, he did the same in return. Once they were forced to pull back for air, they gazed into each other's eyes, breathing heavily, eyes dilated with lust.

"Come with me," Quinn mumbled, quickly pulling him out of the janitor's closet and into the parking lot. She practically shoved his big body into her car and sped the whole way back to her house. Her parents weren't home, so they had free reign to do whatever they wished. They stumbled into the house, kissing and groping each other, and Quinn led him up to her room.

As soon as they were in her room, Quinn reached up, pulling his shirt over his head, pausing to gaze at his muscles. Her eyes flicked up to his chest, admiring his top surgery scars. His surgeon had done an amazing job, the scars were nearly gone, and his chest looked perfect, along with his whole torso. Quinn reached out, running her fingers along his abs as she whispered, "You're perfect."

Y/N thanked her before he gently guided her towards her bed, pushing her down on it and climbing on top of her. She shifted so that he could get her out of her cheerios uniform, her body being revealed to him as he pulled it down. She looked completely different than she did before, but she was just as beautiful. 

Once Y/N got her bra off, he leaned down, gently pressing kisses to her breasts, and slowly running his hands along her body, taking time to explore her. He mumbled against her breast, "Is this okay?"

It was more than okay. Quinn felt like she was in heaven. She had never had someone take control and be conscious of her needs before. She nodded, answering, "God, yes. Keep going, please."

Y/N did as she said, continuing to kiss her breasts and touch her body until he knew she would be wet. "Lift your hips for me, baby," he murmured, going to pull her skirt down, and she immediately complied, blushing at the pet name. 

Y/N's fingers traveled down, beginning to rub her clit through her panties. She was so sensitive, just that first touch made her whimper. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

As he touched her, he could feel that her panties were soaked through, so he slowly pulled them down. Once he laid eyes on her pussy, wet, hungry, and throbbing, he mumbled, "You're so beautiful, Quinn. Every part of you."

Quinn moaned at his praise, her eyes locked onto him as he now began to shed his own pants. She admittedly didn't know what to expect. She watched as his pants and boxers fell away, and his cock sprung out. To her surprise, it wasn't hard, but she watched as he reached down, cupping his balls and squeezing them a couple times, which made his cock harden.

He saw the confused look in her eyes, and as he stroked himself, getting himself ready for her, he briefly explained, "Phalloplasty. I can't get hard on my own, but I can still fuck like any other guy."

Quinn wasn't put off by his explanation, she just pulled him closer, reaching down so that the head of his cock was lined up with her entrance. She leaned close to his ear, whispering, "I just want you to fuck like you. Just do what feels right."

Y/N smiled down at her, leaning in to give her a kiss as he finally slid inside her, a groan involuntary escaping from his throat at how good she felt. "Oh, fuck… you feel amazing."

Quinn was just as overwhelmed, the feeling of Y/N inside her was unlike any of the other guys she had fucked before. Yes, he was big and filled her up, but unlike with them, this moment felt special and intimate. She returned his kiss, her hands reaching up to gently dig into his back. "Keep going."

And Y/N did, pulling out until just the tip of his cock was inside her, and then pushing all the way back in. Quinn let out a breathy moan at each thrust, her nails digging into Y/N's shoulders every time he hilted inside her. "Fuck, your cock feels amazing."

The praise made Y/N groan, his hips instinctively picking up the pace and beginning to fuck into her harder. The new pace made her walls clench tightly around him, causing a low growl to escape from his throat. "And you feel like heaven, Quinn. You're driving me crazy."

Quinn whimpered, her hips beginning to buck up every time Y/N thrusted, trying to pull him as deep inside of her as possible. She pulled his face down to meet hers again, and gave him a slow, messy kiss like the one they had shared in the janitor's closet. The feeling of Quinn's lips on his and her cunt clenching around his cock made Y/N squeeze her hips harder, earning a low moan from Quinn. 

The couple were lost in each other, gazing into each other's eyes as Y/N delivered thrust after devastating thrust. Everything was forgotten in this moment except how their bodies felt against each other. Santana was a distant memory, and their pasts? Those didn't even exist to them now.

Y/N could feel Quinn clenching harder around him, her hips beginning to buck erratically, and when his hands tightened around her wait, began to squirm. As he delivered a particularly deep thrust, Quinn whimpered, "I'm close."

Y/N continued to thrust in the way that seemed to drive her crazy, and to further her pleasure, he moved his hand from her waist to her clit, his thumb pressing down on it and gently rubbing it in circles.

"Oh, God-" was all Quinn could manage to mumble before she was cumming. Her body trembled, her pussy rhythmically clenching around Y/N's cock as waves of pleasure shot through her. Y/N continued to rock her through it, thrusting gently until her breathing finally evened out.

Y/N wasn't done yet, though, now it was his turn. He leaned down to give her a kiss before mumbling, "I'm about to bust. Can I cum in you?"

Quinn hesitated, her mind immediately going back to her pregnancy at the beginning of last year, but Y/N's next words soothed her mind. "There's no sperm in it, so no risk of pregnancy or anything. I promise."

She breathed a sigh of relief at his words, and in response, she locked her legs around his thighs, keeping him buried deep inside her. "Please, Y/N. Cum for me. I want to feel it."

Her consent was all he needed, and seconds later, Y/N let out a roar of his own, his cock throbbing as he leaked clear, sticky cum into her. Quinn could feel it seeping into her, and the sensation made her tremble. She looked back up at Y/N, pulling him down so she could kiss him again.

As he slowly slid out of her, the loss causing her to whimper, he mumbled, "That was amazing. You're amazing."

Quinn laughed, turning onto her side so she could wrap her arms around him, burying her face in his muscular chest, giving him some small kisses there. "You're the best I've ever had, you know? No one else has ever made me feel like that."

Her words made Y/N smile, and he was proud he had made her feel that way. He pulled her closer, keeping her tucked against his side as he answered. "You deserve it. You're special."

“i can’t even stay the night?” the brunette asks, sitting up in wanda’s bed. wanda is already standing, pulling her discarded shorts back over her legs.

“no,” she replies flippantly, picking up the girls clothes and tossing them at her where she sits in the center of the mattress. she doesn’t remember her name, nor does she care. this nameless girl was simply someone randomly plucked from the masses at university.

well—semi-randomly. wanda really brought her home because she thought she resembled some of your features.

her step-sister.

wanda steps towards the door, holding it open despite the girls state of being half-undressed. she looks slightly annoyed as the girl hesitates too long before she finally begins redressing. as she stands in the doorway, she glances at wanda, hurt evident in her expression.

“that’s it?” she asks quietly, wrapping her arms around herself.

“mhmm.” wanda mumbles distractedly, unbothered as she shuts the door in her face. she sighs, scrubbing a hand over her face before collapsing into bed.

she’s still thinking about you. no amount of casual sex was ever going to scrub you from her mind.

her eyes are fixed on the ceiling as her mind wanders to you. your delicate, full lips. the way your hair cascades down your back. your soft hips and waist that dips inwards, giving you the most tempting shape. your smile and the way you bite your lip when you’re feeling shy. everything about you drives wanda insane. she’s wanted you since the day her father and your mother married.

lately, her fantasies and desires were becoming more wild, and very difficult to ignore. she blamed it on your new boyfriend. something about seeing you with him curled her stomach with rage. not to mention, you’ve been less willing to spend time with her since he came into the picture. you used the spend late nights with her, letting her snuggle you with wandering hands that weren’t so innocent. you never commented on it. wanda always told you it was a normal thing all sisters do.

you had no idea the amount of times she would peak through the crack in your door when you would change clothes, or how she’d sneak into your room while you slept to watch your angelic face. her greatest kept secret was stealing the panties from your dirty laundry. she always returned them eventually, knowing she’d take some more later.

she exhales slowly from her place in bed, an ache settling deep inside her core the longer she thinks about you.

thoughtlessly, she rises, retrieving a pair of your dirty underwear she had taken just yesterday. she brings them to her face, inhaling deeply. they still smell like you. they won’t for much longer.

back on the soft mattress, she teases her wet slit with the cotton lining of your panties. her hips buck into her hand, her eyes closing as her mind drifts to her favorite memory.

a relentless heat wave had taken over the city. you stopped sleeping in your normal pajamas, opting for a thin tank top and some underwear. one night, wanda was pleasantly surprised to find you in such a state. the sheets were crumpled and twisted around your calves, the rest of you exposed to the air. you were sleeping on your back, one hand over your chest and the other arm outstretched resting against the mattress. the way your legs were parted gave wanda clear sight to your cloth covered core. she almost moaned at the sight. by the time she had come to your room, her libido was burning hot. she’d fought with herself about coming in to watch you, but after fucking herself for nearly an hour and not being able to orgasm, she caved.

she had sat on your mattress carefully, being mindful not to stir you. without thinking, her hands began to ghost along your skin, feeling the softness there. her heart was pounding, her core throbbing as her fingertips teased along your inner thighs. her other hand dipped underneath her shorts, circling her clit as she watched you.

she had to fight to bite back her moan as your legs parted for her, like your unconscious body wanted this—wanted her. her finger carefully drew a line up your slit, the touch barely there. her fingers moved faster against her own clit, the pressure building so deliciously. you sighed softly, completely unaware your stepsister was taking advantage of you while you slept.

she lets herself moan softly now into her quiet room, remembering how you felt through the thin layer. your panties are balled in her fist as she rubs against them, her hips moving faster to chase her high. it wasn’t enough. nothing seemed to be enough anymore.

she needed to have you. that was the only way to make the fantasies stop.

at least, that’s what she told herself.

—

“i’ll miss you.” your boyfriend gushes as you guide him to the front door. you’d spent the last few hours together, working on homework and enjoying each others company.

he was your first boyfriend, so you had no one to compare him to, but he was nice enough. if nothing else, it gave you more reason to get out of the house and hangout with friends. he had been your first kiss as well as some other small sexual escapades that made you blush thinking back to them. you had been slapped with the label of “prude” before, so you were determined to break out of the stereotype.

“i’ll miss you too, but we’ll see each other soon.” you reassure him, squeezing his hand as you turn to face him just before your final goodbye. he leans down to kiss you, pulling you closer by your hips. you hum against his lips, encircling your arms around his waist. you don’t notice when wanda appears on the bottom stair. her nose wrinkles in disgust at the display before her.

“you’ll come to the lodge tonight?” he asks when he pulls away.

“mhmm, yea—“ you start, but are cut off.

“she’s can’t go tonight.” wanda buts in. you look at her, surprised to see her standing there.

“why not?” your boyfriend demands. he didn’t like your step-sister very much. he’s always said she’s too controlling.

“because she needs to stay here.” wanda’s voice is equally as firm as his was. she steps closer to the both of you, and though her frame is noticeably smaller than your boyfriends, she appears unintimidated.

“well, maybe i can go for just a bit and then come right back?” you try to find a middle ground, wanting to please both your sister and your boyfriend.

wanda sighs, her fingers slotting into the back pockets of her jeans as she juts her chin in an indignant manner.

“i want you to stay here with me.” she purposely makes it personal, knowing you always cave when she brings herself into things.

your shoulders slump slightly, your eyes reluctantly flitting back to your boyfriends. you know he hates when you give into her.

“maybe another time, baby. i’ll make it up to you.” you try to soothe him with sweet words, your hands running down his arms. he rolls his eyes anyways, muttering something under his breath before he turns to leave.

wanda says nothing more to you, silently heading back up the stairs as you’re left standing there in the front hall.

—

the afternoon passes by in a blur. you busied yourself with some small chores and a movie you only half paid attention to. you had yet to find out why wanda wanted you to stay behind when she had been cooped up in her room for hours. you begin to get impatient. you’d cancelled plans for her, but there was no sign of her coming downstairs anytime soon.

with one final glance at the clock, you decide to head upstairs to her room.

when you round the top of the stairs, you can see her bedroom door at the end of the hall. it’s closed. you pad softly towards it, raising your hand to knock against the wood.

“yeah?” wanda asks.

“can i come in?” you reply, a hint of annoyance bleeding into your tone.

“yeah.” she replies simply. you push her door open, finding her lounging on her bed with her back against the headboard. without an invitation, you step into her room, hovering next to the desk across from her.

“so…did you want to do something?” you ask, eyes scanning the cluttered items littered across her desk. she was never a very tidy person. she doesn’t respond.

when the silence stretches on a little too long, you look at her. she has one knee bent against her chest as she picks at a scab at the side of her ankle.

“wanda?” you call her attention. she doesn’t look at you.

“do you love him?” she asks abruptly. your brow furrows in confusion.

“what?”

“do you love him?” she repeats, her voice harder than before. she’s still focused on picking her skin.

“tyler?” you double check, still a little confused. she hums noncommittally. you teeter uncomfortably on your heels, unsure why she was even asking in the first place.

“i don’t know.. i mean, we’ve only been together a couple months.” you shrug. she glances at you and then back towards her ankle.

there’s more silence. you’re unsure what to say.

“has he fucked you yet?” she asks. your cheeks flush a deep red at her shameless question. you subconsciously hug your arms around yourself, suddenly wishing the room would swallow you whole.

“…no.” you admit quietly, your voice just above a whisper. she looks at you then, her stare making you squirm uncomfortably.

“has he fingered you?” she asks. you shake your head slowly, eyes now downcast looking at your feet.

you don’t see when she stands, or when she makes her way over to you. you just see her feet appear in your vision as you’re glued to your spot.

she lifts your chin with firm fingers, her eyes holding something you can’t name.

“what about an orgasm? has he made you cum?” her question has your cheeks flaming even hotter than before. it travels down your chest, which wanda can see with the V cut in your shirt.

your lip gets caught between your teeth—a nervous habit. wanda watches the action, her arousal flaring at the sight.

“well?” she demands.

“no…” your voice is barely there as you respond. your gaze is caught between hers. something about her green stare made it impossible to look away.

she tsks at your reply, stepping closer to you. she angles your chin higher to accommodate proper eye contact.

“he’s all wrong for you (y/n). he doesn’t know what you need.” as she speaks, her hands come up to cradle your head, her grasp firm enough that it was borderline uncomfortable.

you don’t know how to respond, scared to ask the question that was on your mind. you observe her expression with wide, wary eyes.

“what do i need?” you ask carefully, unable to push aside your curiosity.

she smiles then, slow and wide. it reaches her eyes, but the expression is lacking any real warmth. it almost looks… wicked.

“you need someone who knows you—what you do and don’t like,” her eyes travel along your face, down your neck to the bit of cleavage peaking out of your shirt. “how to make you feel good.”

you swallow thickly, your muscles locking up as you feel frozen in place. you’re beginning to catch up to where she’s going with this.

“wanda… you’re my sister.” you whisper. you’ve never had a sister before, but surely you had to draw the line of physical contact somewhere.. right?

“that’s what makes me the perfect teacher. i’ll never take advantage of you, unlike stupid boys.” she lies through her teeth. taking advantage is exactly what she’s doing, and she knows it. she knows you won’t put up a real fight to stop what’s coming.

her hands move down your arms, traveling up your sides with a sensualness you’ve never felt before. it’s all wrong. this is so wrong.

“no.” you try to sound firm, your hands grasping hers to get her to stop. “this isn’t right.” you want to reason with her, but she’s long past doing what’s right. you notice a flicker of anger in her eyes. she won’t take no for an answer.

she pulls her hands out of your grasp, pinning your back against the desk with her hips. her hand comes up to forcefully palm your breast through your bra and shirt.

“what’s right is what i say is right.” she says through her gritted teeth. you gasp at her harshness. she’s never treated you this way before.

she pinches your nipple through the layers of fabric, her other hand digging into your hip hard enough that it’s sure to leave bruises.

“wanda!” you arch your back into her, but it’s not because of what she’s doing, rather the edge of the desk digging into your tailbone from how hard she was pressing you against it. she chuckles darkly, taking your body language as a sign of encouragement.

she slips her hand into the waistband of your pants, fingers pressed together as she finds your clit. she applies firm pressure, your hips rolling into her unconsciously. you hadn’t been properly touched there before. you didn’t know what it could feel like.

“you have no idea how many times i’ve thought of you like this.” she moves her fingers in slow, firm circles, rousing all the nerves there. you push against her shoulders, more so to brace yourself now than to actually fight her off. her confession surprises you. it sends a pang of arousal straight to your core, and you hate the way it causes your chest to bloom with warmth.

“but.. i’m..” your voice is small, pathetic sounding.

“my sister?” she finishes. “that’s what makes this so special. you sleep right down the hall,” she pushes your panties to the side, her fingers finding you unclothed clit now. “i get to have you however i want.. whenever i want..” her fingers move incessantly against you, your arousal beginning to seep out of your hole despite yourself. “and you’ll never tell, will you? i know you won’t. wouldn’t want anyone finding out just how good your step-sister makes you feel.”

her words make you cry out, tears brimming in your eyes. it all feels so wrong, but your body yearns for more, your hips chasing her hand like this isn’t the most fucked up situation ever.

she takes her hand out of your pants then, manhandling you onto the bed. your protests die in your throat as she literally takes your breath away. she strips you out of your clothes, leaving you only in your bra.

she spreads your legs, kneeling between them as you lie on your back. you don’t realize it, but your cunt is positively dripping with wetness.

wanda draws two fingers along your slit, gathering the stickiness on her fingertips. she smiles as she holds her hand up between you two, watching the string of your arousal stretch as she separates her ring and middle fingers. you whine shamefully, pressing your thighs firmly together to hide any more evidence. she catches one of your legs before you can fully close them.

“don’t.” her voice is hard, her fingers digging into your thigh. “you want this.” her hand returns to your core, smearing more wetness across your pussy.

you shake your head furiously. you couldn’t help how your body was reacting to her.

“you’re shaking your head no, but listen to this.” she slides a finger inside you then, the wet sound it makes completely embarrassing. she grins, biting her lip as she watches her finger slide in and out of your cunt.

“you’re so tight.” she appraises, curling her finger upwards. you can’t help but moan at the surprising sensation. “you’ve never stuck anything inside yourself before, have you?” the question is rhetorical. she can tell by the way you squirm around her one finger that you haven’t. “my virginal little sister…” she murmurs. you whimper, your body still burning with shame. you’re enjoying this more than you care to admit.

she slowly adds a second finger. you wince in pain, the stretch foreign and uncomfortable.

“oh, shhh. you’re okay. it’ll feel good in a second.” she soothes, her thumb beginning to circle your clit. you bite back another moan, your hips bucking into her hand.

“this is so fucked up.” you cry, your voice cracking as you cover your face with both your hands. wanda laughs humorlessly. she had gotten over the sinfulness of this situation a very long time ago.

“it is.” she agrees. “look, baby. look at how pretty your cunt looks wrapped around my fingers.” her voice is encouraging and without thinking about it too much, you peak over your hands to watch how she fucks you.

she curls her fingers when you obey, picking up the pace. there was something about the way you were so clearly in awe of her movements that makes something in her snap. she dives in head first, tongue lapping at your sensitive clit. you moan loudly, the sound echoing throughout the whole room. you can’t help it. her slippery, wet tongue flicks across your bundle of nerves, her fingers reaching places you didn’t know existed inside of you.

you babble things that don’t make any sense. your hands come to her hair, to push her away or pull closer, you’re not sure. it all feels like too much. a feeing starts to build in your stomach, not all foreign, but you’ve never followed through long enough to see where it could take you before.

“w-wanda!” a feeling of panic rises in your chest. a sensation that feels eerily similar to having to pee becoming more difficult to ignore. “wait- stop!” you whimper, your hands now pushing against her in earnest. she moans into your pussy, doubling down her efforts as she refuses to move from her spot. you look down at her face between your legs. her eyes are closed, her eyebrows knitted together in pleasure as she whines against you. the sight causes your whole body to tremble, the pressure in your tummy building even more.

your eyes roll back into your head as you fall back against the pillow. you try warning her again, but all that comes out is a shrill whine as the coil finally snaps and pleasure forcefully wracks through your body. you can hardly stand it as the foreign sensation takes over, thighs trembling, back arching off the bed.

wanda continues her ministrations until she feels your body begin to come back to earth. her tongue is softer now, her fingers moving slower until they finally stop.

when she looks up at you, your eyes are closed. cheeks and chest flush as your breasts rise and fall with shallow breaths.

wanda rolls her tongue in her mouth, savoring your flavor, though she’s sure she’ll be tasting you again very soon.

she crawls over your body, laying half her body weight on you as she supports her upper half with one arm.

“you’re perfect,” her fingers caress your cheek. “so sweet and innocent.” she smooths the frown between your brows, smiling softly. “i can’t wait to corrupt you.” she adds.

you swallow thickly, shyly glancing down between your legs and then back up to her face.

“was that not what you just did?” you ask, your voice a little raspy after all the noise you just made.

she chuckles. “that was nothing.” she traces along the slope of your nose, her fingers teasingly pinching your soft lips before caressing down your jaw.

wanda had you cradled against her. your back against her front as she slipped her ringed fingers in and out of your crying cunt. she spoke the dirtiest words with the sweetest fucking tone as she thrusted her fingers into you, her other hand wiping tears away from your cheek.

"i can't, i can't, please! s' too much!" you cried into her chest, thighs begging to be closed because even you came down from your third orgasm, wanda never stopped the pace.

finally, she pulls her glistening fingers out of your cunt for the first time in… god knows how long, then holds it up to your face, spreading her fingers to show you the string of wetness connecting them.

“if you wanted me to stop you wouldn’t be making such a mess, hm ?” wanda hums, her lips brushing against your ear. she pushes her fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue and making you taste yourself before thrusting the spit-soaked fingers back into your dripping cunt with a low groan. 

“your mouth is telling me to stop…” she sighs, “but your pussy,” she lightly pinches your clit, sending waves of electricity up your spine and a loud moan out of your mouth, “is telling me a different story…” 

“f-fuck !” you cry, tears brimming in your eyes, your thighs are trying their best to clamp shut but wanda keeps them open by hooking her legs around yours. 

your back arches against her front, “mommy please ! i can’t-” 

the title slips out of your mouth before it even registers in your brain. 

then your eyes widen, you realise your slip up. wanda’s fingers stop their relentless thrusting.

“i- i don’t know why i said that…” you push yourself away from wanda and quickly scramble to explain yourself, “i- i didn’t mean to say that, it just slipped out, im sorry wand-”

before you can even complete your sentence, wanda reaches for your waist and flips your body around so you’re now lying on your back, she hovers over you and her fingers enter you again, “no, not wanda,” she shakes her head lightly, her face right above yours as her eyes darken in a way you haven’t seen before, "i'm your mommy, isn’t that right ?” she fucks into you even harder. 

hearing wanda’s words, your pussy clenches around her fingers, a moan slips out of your lips as your hips jerk upwards against her hand, the movement presses your clit against her palm and your thighs immediately attempt to clamp shut despite the intrusion that is wanda’s body between them. 

“yeah, that’s it sweetheart,” she mumbles, pressing kisses against your neck, her movements are sloppy and feral, teeth scraping against your skin and her free hand grabbing for whatever part of your body is available to her. she palms your breast before her nails dig into the soft skin, sure to leave red crescent moon shaped marks for the next few days. 

but wanda still needs more, needs more contact, so her legs straddle your thigh as she continues pumping her fingers into you, her hips grind against your thigh and you can feel the wet patch forming on her panties. 

“w-wanda what are y- too much- fuck…” you cry, her fingers pushing in and out of your pussy in a way you’ve never felt, her fingers repeatedly hit that spongey part inside of you making you let out a whorish moan at every thrust. 

then a bite against a particularly sensitive part of your neck, the pain shoots through your body sharply but then melts down into a hot achy feeling between your legs that makes you grind against wanda’s fingers. you gasp and immediately reach for wanda’s head, not exactly pushing her away but your fingers tangle in her red hair, grasping at her scalp. 

“what did i just tell you, huh ?” wanda asks you condescendingly, her lips brushing against your neck as she spoke, “just a dumb little girl…” she murmurs. 

wanda’s lips finally leave your neck so her head can come up to look you in the eye, her pupils are blown in a way you never thought possible and glued to the way your eyes are brimming with fresh tears. her hand cups your cheek and her thumb brushes against your lips with uncharacteristic sweetness, you lean into her touch as you let out unintelligible whines. 

“toomuchtoomuchtoomuch,” you cry, your face almost trying to burrow into wanda’s hand for some form of comfort as you squirm in her grasp, trying to escape the way she's plowing her fingers into your pussy. you were feeling so fucking sensitive after the many orgasms she gave you and she was anything but caring towards the way you were feeling right now. your hands reach between your thighs for wanda’s, grasping at her forearm to try to get her to slow down. 

“uh uh, malysh,” she tuts, removing her hand from your cheek to grab your wrists and pin them above your head, “you wanted me to be your mommy, right ?” she asks with a slight tilt of her head, a small smirk forming on her lips, “i’m just giving you what you want.” 

“maybe my ears are broken but… i don’t hear you saying your safe word, so lie there and take it like a good girl,” wanda’s voice is smooth as honey as she speaks, “you don’t want me to tie you up, do you ?” and it isn't a threat, it isn’t a question either, it’s a promise of what she’ll do to you if you deny her. 

you panickily shake your head, “no- no i dont want that.” you hiccup, already imagining how long you'll be in this position if she ties you up, body vulnerable to everything she wants to do to you and more. 

“that’s what i thought,” she smiles and then leans down to kiss your tear stained cheeks “now be a good girl for mommy, hm ? let mommy use you.”

wanda removes her grasp from your wrists, trusting that you’ll leave your arms up there and you do, hands curling up in an attempt to stop yourself from pushing wanda away from your sensitive cunt. 

“what’s my name ?” she asks, her eyes scanning your face for every tremor of your lips and flutter of your eyelashes, she wants to make sure you give her the right answer, the answer you were giving her just now before getting so embarrassed.

you know what she wants to hear but that embarrassment adorning your cheeks doesn’t want to give in, doesn’t let you say what she wants to hear or what you, deep down, want to say. you open your mouth nervously, lips trembling as you give her your answer.

“wan-” 

wrong answer. 

suddenly there’s a red hot sting between your legs. wanda’s hand comes down on your clit, smacking it with precision, your thighs immediately try to clamp shut but wanda’s knee between your legs pushes outwards and makes sure that you can’t. 

“no mommy, no !” you cry, hands immediately leaving their position above their head to try to push her hand away, “i’m sorry mommy ! please mommy !” you sob, immediately giving in to what she wants to hear, you didn’t need anymore convincing. 

wanda hums, a little sound of satisfaction. 

“hands back up.” wanda gives you a look, a reminder of her previous promise. her hand hovers above your clit as well, prepared to smack you again if you didn’t listen. 

you agonisingly slowly put your hands back up above your head with a whine, a small protest of your own that wanda chooses not to do anything about. your legs are trembling, prepared to clamp shut again if she tries to smack you again.

“good girl.” she praises, her finger delve back into the velvety walls of your pussy with a small smile on her lips.

as wanda settles back into her rhythm, the pace is no longer just frantic, it’s relentless and methodical, every thrust of her fingers aim to draw a noise out of you, a whimper, a moan, a whine, it’s all music to wanda’s ears. her pussy continues grinding against your thigh, her arousal spreading across the expanse of your skin as she angles herself so that her clit hits against you perfectly every time, when she finally finds that spot her eyes roll back and she bites her lip, she lets out shallow breaths and small grunts as her hips grind against your thigh with the same rhythm that her fingers are fucking into you. her fingers hook deep in your cunt finding that sensitive, swollen spot and your hips buck upwards involuntarily. 

“for someone who wanted me to stop, you seem awfully desperate…” wanda mutters, her voice dropping into that register that makes your stomach fill with jittery butterflies. 

your cheeks grow into an even darker shade of red if possible from hearing her words. your hips grind against her hand as she fucks you, everything that happened, the way she smacked your  pussy, her fingers in your cunt, the humiliation from accidentally calling her mommy, her lower register, it all melted together into a hot tingly knot in your lower stomach. 

“fuck…” wanda groans, her hips pushing against your thigh with her head keeled back. she looks down at her fingers disappearing in and out of your pussy and almost has to stop herself from letting out a moan. 

“gonna cum all pretty on mommy’s fingers like a good girl ?” wanda watches you get closer, watches that feeling build up again despite the overstimulation, all while knowing that you know she’s not gonna stop. 

“i can’t, mommy… its too much…” you whine. 

“yes you can, malysh. you’re gonna cum for me one last time, just- fuck- one more and we’re all done,” wanda bites her lip, rubbing your clit even harder, her hips starting to grind against your hips sloppier, her breaths get shallower, clear that she was also close. 

your back arches violently with the way her fingers curl into you and your walls clench around her fingers, practically sucking her in. 

“just one more lyubov, i know my good girl can do it.” her voice feels like a hot chill running down your spine. her voice trembles as she speaks, she’s almost there too. 

every muscle in your body locks tight, your back bowing off the mattress as a loud combination of a moan and whine gets torn out of your lungs. it’s all too much and too everything and all you can do is ride the sensation that wanda is making you endure. 

before you know it, your legs shake and you cover wanda’s hand with your release. wanda’s hips press particularly hard against your thigh and she cums not too long after, her fingers in your cunt stopping their motions as her pussy squirts all over your thigh. 

“good girl- good fucking girl- god- mommy’s dirty little girl” wanda gasps, she leans forward and trails kisses against your neck, moving up until her lips meet yours. 

“mommy don’t stop, mommy please-” you cry against her lips, hips wiggling, clearly wanting her fingers in you again. wanda lets you ride out your orgasm on her fingers, it feels all too much and you were clearly too sensitive down there right now but it just felt so fucking good you couldn’t get enough. 

“thank you mommy- thank you thank you thank you” you mumble as you come down from your orgasm, “thank you mommy.” 

your head gets fuzzy and goes to that floaty headspace wanda loves you in, you feel like you’re floating, held in place and still on earth only by the weight of wanda’s body and the heavy intoxicating pull of her presence. 

when the aftershocks begin to subside, leaving you heavy limbed and too tired to move, you feel wanda’s fingers leave you and you whine, not enjoying the fullness that was taken away from you. then you feel a kiss against your forehead, wanda says a few words that didn’t register in your brain and her presence falls away. 

a few seconds after she leaves is only when you truly realise that she’s left. your eyes blink against the lights that look way harsher than usual and you bite your lip anxiously. 

“mommy ? mommy where are you…” you mumble, curling in on yourself, missing her warmth. 

her voice comes from afar, “i’m coming malysh, mommy’s right here, she just went to grab something to make you feel better, okay baby ?” 

it all went in one ear and out the other for you, just a string of words pieced together that didn’t make any sense. 

just as you were about to call for her again, she appears in front of you, you smile and your arms weakly reach out for her.

“want you.” 

wanda lets out a happy sigh, “we gotta clean you up moya lyubov, afterwards we can cuddle okay ?” 

you nod sleepily, feeling wanda press the warm towel against your skin. you wiggle a little when wanda softly rubs the towel against your sticky inner thighs, they still felt sensitive and the towel felt rough against your skin. 

“shhh it’s okay baby, we’re almost done,” wanda reassures you, making quick work with cleaning your thighs before moving on. it was probably only 5 minutes but it already felt like hours to you. 

when wanda was finally done, she leaves you again for a moment, but this time she gives you a pillow to cuddle while you waited. 

she took her time away to put the towel in the laundry basket and clean herself up but before you knew it, you felt a dip in the bed and slender arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to wanda. 

she pulls you close and guides your head to rest against her chest, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. 

“you did so good for me today malysh, i love you so much,” she mutters praises between kisses against your head. all the while, your eyes slowly flutter shut as you drift away, listening to the sound of wanda’s voic as you fall asleep.

– a/n can u guys tell idk how to write orgasms and aftercare idk. i like lowkey need to start reading more orgasm and (especially) aftercare writing this is embarrassing 💔 like i want everyone to know that this fic was delayed by a day bc i didn’t like how i wrote the aftercare, i still don’t and cringed at it but i gave up 🥲🥲🥲

You glanced up from the bed you’d been patched onto. Yelena sat on the chair in front of you, one knee propped up, med kit spread around her like she was performing surgery in a war zone instead of a dingy apartment in Latvia.

Her blonde braid hung over one shoulder. There was dried blood on the sleeve of her tactical shirt — yours, probably. A bruise purpled the edge of her jaw.

She looked furious.

Which was confusing.

You’d only joined the Thunderbolts three months ago. You were still the newest one there, still getting weird looks from Walker, still getting evaluated by Bucky every five minutes like he expected you to explode. You and Yelena got along fine — sarcastic comments, occasional shoulder shoves, one memorable argument over instant ramen preparation — but not close-close.

Certainly not close enough for her to practically carry you out of a collapsing building after you got shot.

You still remembered it too clearly.

The mission had gone bad fast. HYDRA remnants, bad intel, too many exits not covered. You’d taken a bullet through the side trying to get Yelena behind cover after a grenade rolled too close.

And afterward—

Yelena kneeling over you in the rubble, eyes wide.

Actually wide.

“Hey,” you’d slurred. “You look… scary.”

“You are bleeding everywhere.”

“Yeah. That usually happens.”

Then she’d cursed in Russian so violently you were fairly certain nearby ghosts got offended.

Now, six hours later, she was still hovering.

It made no sense.

“You are staring,” Yelena said without looking up.

You blinked. “Sorry.”

“No, is okay. I am very pretty.”

Despite yourself, you smiled faintly. “There she is.”

She snorted softly, but it disappeared almost immediately. Her hands slowed while wrapping fresh bandages around your ribs.

Too careful.

Yelena Belova was many things. Efficient. Brutal. Weirdly competitive about hot sauce tolerance.

Careful wasn’t one of them.

“You can go sleep, you know,” you said quietly. “I’m not dying anymore.”

“I know.”

“But you’re still here.”

“Yes.”

There was a beat.

“…Why?”

That finally made her look at you.

Blue eyes. Exhausted. Annoyed.

Something else underneath.

“I do not know,” she said honestly.

And somehow that was worse.

Because if she’d laughed it off, or brushed you away, or said something casual, maybe your stupid heart would stop doing this awful hopeful thing every time she looked at you.

But this?

This strange intensity?

It felt dangerous.

You looked away first.

“Oh.”

Yelena’s brows pulled together immediately, like she’d heard something wrong in your voice.

“You say oh like sad person.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You did. Very tiny sad oh.”

“I’m literally bleeding internally. Maybe everything sounds sad.”

“Hm.”

Silence settled again.

The apartment radiator clanged somewhere in the distance.

Yelena finished securing the bandage, but her hands stayed resting lightly against your side. Warm through your shirt.

You tried very hard not to think about it.

Failed horribly.

“You were stupid today,” she said suddenly.

You laughed weakly. “That’s your big emotional speech?”

“You jumped in front of grenade.”

“It wasn’t a grenade.”

“Explosive device. Same thing.”

“You would’ve done the same for me.”

“No.”

You finally looked back at her.

She was already looking at you.

“I would have killed them before they got close,” she corrected.

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. “Right. Of course.”

“But—” she hesitated.

Actually hesitated.

“I did not like seeing you hurt.”

Your chest tightened painfully for reasons that had nothing to do with the bullet wound.

“Oh.”

“There is the sad oh again.”

You swallowed. “Sorry.”

Yelena leaned back slightly, studying you with that unnervingly sharp assassin focus.

“You think I do not care about you.”

You nearly choked on air. “What? No.”

“You are bad liar.”

“I’m not lying.”

“You avoid eye contact. Very dramatic. Like wounded Victorian child.”

Despite everything, you barked out a laugh.

Yelena looked pleased for approximately half a second before the confusion returned.

“I do not understand this,” she admitted quietly.

Your smile faded.

“Understand what?”

She gestured vaguely between the two of you like the answer should be obvious.

“This.”

Your heart began beating way too hard for someone recovering from blood loss.

“Oh.”

“There it is again.”

“Yelena…”

“I keep wanting to check if you are okay.” Her voice had gone strangely frustrated now. “I keep thinking about stupid things. If you ate. If your stitches reopened. If you are sleeping enough. It is very annoying.”

You stared at her.

Because Yelena sounded genuinely inconvenienced by her own feelings.

“I do not do this with anyone,” she continued. “Not even Alexei, and he cries dramatically if left alone too long.”

A nervous laugh escaped you. “I don’t really know what to say to that.”

“Neither do I.” She frowned harder. “This is why feelings are terrible.”

You looked down at your hands.

Because this was dangerous territory now. The kind where hope could ruin you.

Quietly, you said, “You don’t have to force yourself to feel something just because I got hurt.”

Yelena immediately looked offended.

“I am not forcing anything.”

“I know, but—”

“You think I am pitying you?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

You opened your mouth.

Closed it again.

Because saying it out loud would make it real.

You’d spent weeks carefully swallowing this thing down — every smirk she aimed at you, every accidental touch, every late-night conversation in quinjet cargo holds.

You knew better than to fall for someone emotionally unavailable and heavily armed.

But apparently your heart was an idiot.

“You don’t like me like that,” you said finally, trying to sound casual.

Yelena stared at you blankly.

“…Like what?”

Oh god.

Oh, this was humiliating.

You rubbed a hand over your face. “Forget it.”

“No. Explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain.”

“Explain or I will wake Walker and tell him you cried during Top Gun.”

“You are a menace.”

“Yes. Explain.”

You groaned softly, then instantly regretted it because ribs.

Yelena immediately leaned forward again. “See? Pain. This is because you avoid communication.”

“You’re literally the worst person to give emotional advice.”

“I did not say I was good at it.”

Another silence.

Then, carefully, you said, “I like you.”

Yelena blinked once.

You kept going before you could lose your nerve.

“And I know you don’t feel the same way, so this whole… whatever this is? It’s confusing me a little.”

For a second, Yelena just stared.

Then:

“Oh.”

You looked at her suspiciously. “That’s my line.”

“No, because now I am having strange realization.”

Your stomach flipped.

Yelena sat there motionless for several long seconds, processing with the intensity of someone defusing a bomb.

Then she said slowly, “I threatened a nurse because she touched your arm too hard.”

“…You did what?”

“In my defense, she was very rough.”

You stared.

Yelena stared back.

And then, very abruptly, she put both hands over her face.

“Oh my god,” she muttered through her fingers in horrified realization. “I am in love with you.”

The room went dead silent.

You blinked.

“…What?”

She dropped her hands just enough for you to see her expression — equal parts betrayed and disgusted with herself.

“This is terrible.”

A laugh burst out of you before you could stop it.

Yelena pointed at you accusingly. “Do not laugh. I am having emotional crisis.”

“You just said you love me like you were diagnosed with a disease.”

“Because this is worse. Bullets I understand. This?” She gestured violently at her chest. “Disgusting.”

You were laughing harder now despite the pain, clutching your ribs while Yelena glared at you with absolutely no real heat behind it.

Then her expression softened.

Tiny.

Almost imperceptible.

But real.

"I am going to have a talk to Barnes"

And with that she had basically bolted out of the room, which had you overthinking. Did she actually love you? What did she want to talk to Bucky about?

—

It was past midnight when your bedroom door creaked open.

You sat up immediately.

Yelena stood there awkwardly holding a plastic grocery bag.

For an assassin, she was remarkably bad at dramatic entrances.

“Hi,” you said softly.

“Hi.”

She stayed near the door.

Like approaching too quickly might scare you off.

You tried not to read into that.

“I brought…” She frowned into the bag. “These stupid gummy things you like.”

Your lips twitched. “The sour ones?”

“Yes. They smell toxic.”

“You bought me toxic candy. Romance is alive.”

The joke slipped out before you could stop it.

Yelena went still.

“Right,” you said quickly. “Sorry.”

But then—

“I spoke to Barnes.”

“Oh?”

“He said I am idiot.”

“That sounds like him.”

“He also said running away from feelings is ‘emotionally constipated behavior.’”

You snorted.

Yelena rubbed a hand over her face.

“I do not understand this,” she admitted. “I understand guns. And knives. And how to remove spleen through someone’s mouth probably.”

“…Probably?”

“But this?” She gestured angrily to herself. “This is terrible.”

You smiled despite yourself.

She looked at you then.

Really looked.

And all the sharp edges in her expression softened into something terrifyingly vulnerable.

“You almost died,” she said quietly.

And suddenly the room felt smaller.

Your smile faded.

“I’m okay.”

“I know.” Her voice dropped lower. “But for five minutes, I thought maybe you would not be.”

The honesty in it hit harder than anything else had tonight.

“And I realized…” She exhaled shakily. “Nothing has ever scared me like that.”

You couldn’t speak.

Yelena stepped closer.

“I do not know how to do this properly,” she confessed. “But I know I want you near me all the time. I know I look for you first in every room. I know hurting you feels like someone is peeling my organs out with spoon.”

“That’s… weirdly sweet.”

“Thank you.”

“And graphic.”

“I am trying.”

You laughed softly.

Then her expression faltered again.

“But if you do not want—”

You cut her off by grabbing the front of her shirt and kissing her.

Yelena made a startled noise against your mouth.

Then immediately kissed you back hard enough to steal the air from your lungs.

Like she’d been holding it in for months.

When you finally pulled apart, she stared at you with wide blue eyes.

“Oh,” she breathed.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“Oh, this is why people write songs.”

You burst out laughing, and she joined in.

When the laughter died down, Yelena looked at you like she still didn’t fully understand what she was feeling, only that it scared her.

And maybe that should’ve terrified you too.

Instead, your chest ached warmly. You patted the empty space on the bed next to you.

She climbed into your bed like she belonged there. Carefully avoiding your injuries.

Instinctively.

Without thinking.

You reached out carefully, brushing your fingers against hers.

Yelena looked down at your hand like it was another unexploded bomb.

“…This is still very embarrassing for me,” she warned.

You smiled softly. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“But you love me?”

She sighed heavily, deeply offended by the universe.

“Yes. Unfortunately.”

You laughed again, but she moved in just a bit closer.

From the first moment Natasha saw her new personal trainer, she was already dripping for them. 

Y/N was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top super soldier. They were a trans man, and the combination of testosterone and super soldier serum had made them into a god, an asset who even rivaled Captain America in terms of strength, size, combat skills, and agility. 

The agency wanted to keep them out of active combat, saving them as their most valuable asset, a secret only to be revealed in the most desperate times of war. Fortunately, the world was calm enough right now that the military and other, less skilled agents were perfectly capable of maintaining peace, so, in the mean time, Y/N was assigned to be a personal trainer to a struggling avenger. 

Natasha Romanoff, the formidable Black Widow, was coming off a serious knee injury. She was lucky to even be walking, but thanks to her genetic modifications from the Red Room, she healed up faster than most. After just eight months of recovery, she was cleared to get back to training, under the condition it was with a professional who would work with her slowly and ease her back into a routine. 

When she entered the gym on the first day of training, she was expecting some sorry, wimpy agent who was likely weaker than her and would bore her to death, but when a man the size of a titan approached her and said, "Agent Romanoff? I'm Agent Y/N Y/L/N, your personal trainer," she knew boredom wouldn't be a problem. Horniness would be.

Natasha had always gone for bigger guys, guys who could overpower her in bed, guys who made her feel small, but Y/N was in a complete league of their own. They were at least a foot and a half taller than her, and their upper arms alone were the size of her head. They were so muscular and toned, her clit throbbed as her mind treacherously conjured an image of that hard body pressing against her soft, curvy one. 

As their first training session went on, Natasha's heart beat even harder for them. Of course, she loved their size, but their personality is what really got her. They were serious about her workout, but they were also kind. They pushed her to be her best while acknowledging her injury, ensuring the exercises they had her do weren't hurting her. They got her water and put the weights plates back when she was done using machines. They were a dream come true. Beefy and sweet.

Before Natasha learned Y/N was her personal trainer, she thought she would dread the training sessions, but now, she looked forward to them. She had even gone so far as to ask her doctor if they could be upped from twice a week to three times, which he happily approved.

Natasha, of course, loved spending time with Y/N, but she also loved the way they took more notice of her as they spent more time together, which was the primary reason she requested more training sessions. In the past two weeks specifically, she had caught them looking. And she wanted their eyes on her constantly. 

The first time she noticed their gaze was when they were re-stacking plates while she took a swig from her water bottle. The bottle was buried somewhere in her gym bag, so, naturally, she leaned over to dig around in it to find the bottle. Being a super spy and assassin, she was especially attentive, and it was easy for her to know when someone's eyes were on her. She felt Y/N's gaze on her ass in the tight leggings she was wearing, and she had to suppress a shiver. They were beginning to want her, too.

The second time was when they were doing post-workout stretches. Y/N was sitting on a mat across from her, directing her to lean forward and try to touch her toe while her leg was outstretched. She was wearing only a sports bra on her top half, and in this position, Y/N had a perfect view of her cleavage. They clearly took advantage of the compromising angle, unashamedly staring for a good couple seconds before directing her to release the stretch and reluctantly pulling their eyes away with a wink that made her throb. 

Once those moments had passed and Natasha knew for certain she had their attention, that's when the teasing began. 

When Y/N was showing her how to do a new exercise she would pretend to be confused. She would ask them to come behind her and guide her through the proper form in a hands-on manner. They never protested, and when she deliberately leaned back, pressing her ass against their front, absolutely butchering the form of the exercise, they never pulled away. Sometimes, they'd press their hips forward in return, letting her feel their hardening cock. 

And Natasha didn't just tease them in the gym. Once they progressed from communicating through email to communicating through text, Natasha didn't hold back at all.

More often than not, she'd text them a couple photos of herself in different gym outfits, asking which one they liked best. The concept was innocuous enough, but the photos were far from it. They'd be at angles that highlighted her assets and curves, she'd make pouty, needy facial expressions, and sometimes, if she was feeling really risky, she'd sneak a nude in there, too. A shot of her bare breasts or the curve of her bare ass, dismissed under the excuse of "Omg, ignore that last pic! I meant to save it to my private folder, not send it to you!"

And as for Y/N? They enjoyed every second of this. They loved that without even trying, they had reduced the Black Widow to a desperate, needy thing. Today, though, they had finally hit their breaking point when it came to the teasing. 

Natasha was doing what she always did. Pretending she forgot the proper form of an exercise and having Y/N come behind her and walk her through it. She was wearing short booty shorts that did nothing to hide her thick ass, so Y/N expected to feel her behind brush lightly against their length, but instead, they felt her hand grope it. 

The weight was so light to them that they didn't even notice she had let go and they were the one completely holding it now. Her hands were cupping their cock. She'd been needy and teasing before, but never this brazen. Y/N knew they couldn't let her keep being a brat, and it was time to do something about it. 

Y/N notched the bar on its handles, not even bothering to remove the plates and put them back in their rightful places. They grabbed Natasha's hand, pulling her towards the locker room as she giggled seductively.

Once they were inside, Y/N wasn't playing any games. The gym and locker room were almost completely empty this time of day, but they still dragged her to the most secluded corner before shoving her to her knees without a word. 

Natasha let out an involuntary moan as they forced her into submission. She was finally getting what she craved. She maintained eye contact with Y/N, looking as obedient as ever as they spoke, "You're hungry today, huh?"

She watched as their huge hands went down to the tie on the waistband of their sweatpants, slowly, torturously undoing it as they slid them down along with their boxers. Natasha nodded as their cock sprung out, biting her lip at the sight of it, half-hard and as huge as she expected it to be. The super soldier serum had overridden biology, allowing Y/N's phalloplasty to get hard without a rod or a pump. 

Y/N stroked their cock a few times, getting it harder before lightly slapping it on Natasha's face, evoking a gasp from her. They brought their cock to her lips, rubbing it along them before beginning to force it into her mouth. "Since you're so hungry for me today, I'm giving you something to choke on. Be grateful."

Natasha whimpered as she obediently opened her mouth, allowing Y/N to push their cock deep into her throat. Some people went slow, easing Natasha into sucking them, but not Y/N. She immediately did her best to take them into her throat, but couldn't help but gag. She could tell Y/N got off on it, though, since she felt their cock throb as the vibrations from her gag hit their cock. 

Once Y/N was hilted inside her mouth, to her surprise, they didn't move. They just stared down at Natasha, mouth stuffed full of their cock, struggling to breathe through her nose. When she began to pull away due to lack of oxygen, Y/N grabbed her hair, keeping her head in place as they continued to stand there motionless.

Y/N was testing Natasha. Trying to see how much she could take. Only when her face began to turn a deep red did they pull out of her mouth, finally, mercifully allowing her to breathe. Natasha gasped when they released her, coughing, breath sputtering. She was ready for them to do the same thing over again, but instead, she felt their big hand come under her chin, gently tilting her head up to make eye contact with them.

"Good girl," Y/N whispered, their thumb running lovingly across her bottom lip. She had proven herself to them as a woman who could take more of them than most could. Y/N took their cock in their other hand, pressing it to her face again, but not pushing it into her mouth like before. A low, commanding demand left their lips, "Suck it right, babygirl. Show me how good you can be."

Natasha didn't need any more encouragement. She reached out, her small hand wrapping around the base of their cock as she opened her mouth, guiding it in. She began by sucking and licking the tip, her soft, warm tongue dipping into their slit, earning a low, deep groan from them. 

Her hand stroked up and down their shaft as she continued to lavish attention on the tip, trying to figure out which spots they were most sensitive in. Though Y/N wasn't being as forceful as they were before, they were still the one in charge, and soon enough, they weren't just satisfied with tip play. They gripped her hair once more, and gently began to push their hips forward, signaling that they wanted her to take them deeper.

Natasha complied immediately, relaxing her throat and letting them push deeper. They weren't all the way in her throat yet, only about halfway. With the new length she was given, she began to bob her head, pulling back so she was sucking the tip again, and then going down again, taking half of their massive shaft into her mouth. 

She sensually licked the underside of their cock as she went down, hearing a thud as they leaned their head back in pleasure, bumping it against the lockers. Natasha then pulled off their cock for a moment, leaning in to press kisses along the underside as she made her way to their balls. Once she did, she lavished attention on them, taking them in her mouth and sucking lightly as her hand continued to stroke their cock. Y/N was a stoic guy, but as soon as their balls were in her mouth, they let out a deep, low groan of "Fuuuuuuuck."

She then felt Y/N tugging at her hair again, guiding her mouth back to their cock. Natasha let them take the pace, and once again, they pushed their cock as deep in her throat as it could go. they didn't hold her there this time, they simply mumbled, "Throat me, baby. Take it all."

Natasha nodded while letting out a needy whimper, leaning forward to take their cock as deep as it could go. She gagged once again, pulling back this time so she could breathe before taking them in her throat again. She went on like that, rhythmically throating them as they began to tremble and find their voice, their moans growing to be louder than her sucking sounds. 

Y/N's hands then pulled her forward once more, burying themselves in her throat and holding her there for a couple seconds. She expected them to cum then, but, to her surprise, they pulled her off their cock with a gasp instead. they stared down at her, breathing heavily, taking in the sight of her, disheveled from worshipping their cock. 

They leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips, then mumbling against them, "You've got such a pretty mouth, babygirl. But when I cum, I want it to be inside that sweet pussy."

Natasha let out an involuntary moan at the mental image that provoked, her body following Y/N's whims as they grabbed her arm, making her stand up and rotating her so that her back was to them. They weren't gentle or tender in tugging down her booty shorts and panties, their hand immediately going out to deliver a sharp smack on her ass, followed by the dark command of, "Bend over, Natasha. Be a good girl for me."

Natasha immediately complied, whimpering out a submissive, "Yes, sir," before bending forward, bracing her hands on the lockers in front of her. She looked back at them, her already soaked pussy throbbing at the dark, hungry look in their eyes.

Without any more preamble, Y/N slid forward, burying their cock deep inside Natasha's cunt with one fast thrust, earning a loud wail of their name from her. She couldn't bear to be quiet anymore, not when they were stretching her out so good. Shame be damned, she couldn't even bring herself to care if people heard them. She was simply lost in them.

Y/N was quick to set a fast pace, their huge hands gripping her curvy waist as they began to thrust hard. "Fuck, Natasha… you're so tight," they groaned, giving her ass another rough smack.

"Fuck! Harder!" she wailed, pushing back to meet their thrusts, the pain spreading across her ass from their spank making her clench hard around them. She loved the pain, loved feeling so completely controlled by Y/N.

Y/N let out a low, dark laugh at her plea, leaning down close to her ear, still relentlessly thrusting as they whispered, "Yeah, babygirl? You like getting your tight pussy pounded and your pretty ass smacked?" 

Their condescending, teasing tone caused Natasha to wail out in pleasure again, her hips now frantically pushing back to try and pull them as deep inside of her as possible. She looked back at them, tears of sheer need welling up in her eyes as she nodded frantically, "Yes, sir! I love it! I love having you use me!"

Y/N growled at her needy, desperate confirmation, their huge hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as they pushed Natasha down more, her back arching more, allowing them to hit an even deeper spot. "Good girl, Natasha. You're my toy. All mine for the using."

The combination of their words and the new angle caused Natasha to let out a high pitched wail of their name, followed by a stream of needy gibberish. Y/N loved this. She was completely gone for them, lost in a dizzy haze of need. Her mind was mush, the only thing there now was the need to be filled and fucked by them. As they fucked her, they reached a hand around, gently rubbing her clit as they continued to steadily thrust.

The added stimulation pulled a low, submissive whine from Natasha's throat, followed by more gibberish. Y/N pulled their hand away as she continued to babble, Natasha whining in protest before they spoke, "Use your words, sweet girl. Think, then speak. Tell me what you need."

Natasha thought their request was near impossible, considering her cunt was currently still getting wrecked by their thick cock, but every second their fingers were away from her throbbing clit was torture. She took a couple seconds to align her mouth and her body before whimpering, "I… I need to cum, sir. I need it so badly."

As she formulated her words, Y/N's hand drifted back to her clit before she could even realize it, continuing to slowly, torturously circle it. they leaned back, angling their hips so they could thrust as deep as possible, mumbling, "There we go, good girl. I promise you'll get to cum, sweetheart, but I get to first, okay? You're my toy, I get to use you first."

Natasha just nodded, whimpering in protest at the idea of her orgasm being delayed even for another second, but the innate need to be submissive overrode it, so she just whimpered, "Y-yes, sir. Just take what you need from me."

And Y/N did just that. Both hands went back to her hips now, holding her in place as they mercilessly fucked her, using her pussy like it was a toy. They were grunting and growling, which made Natasha's cunt clench over and over, enhancing the sensations for them. Once they felt the friction becoming too much, they groaned, "Here it comes, love. Be a good girl and take it."

Y/N then pushed inside her one last time, slamming their cock as deep as it could possibly go. They gripped her ass to steady themselves as they finally came, sticky, clear liquid dripping from the tip of their cock and splattering inside her. Natasha whimpered, mumbling repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

They weren't going to leave her hanging, though, and within seconds, they reached down once more, their fingers finding her clit and rubbing it enough to actually make her cum this time. They whispered, "You took my load so well, babygirl. So well. Now it's your turn okay?"

Natasha nodded, whimpering out a desperate, "please" as they continued to slowly slide in and out of her as they rubbed her clit. Y/N then removed their free had from her hip, lifting it up so it was hovering above her ass. they leaned in once more, directing her, "I'm gonna give you one more spank, okay, love? When I do, I want you to cum all over my cock. Can you do that for me, Nat?"

Natasha whimpered out a needy, "yes," and waited impatiently for their hand to come down. Y/N could have dragged it out, could have torture her even more, but they saw the way she was shaking, the way she truly couldn't handle any more. As one hand frigged her clit, the other came down hard on her ass, earning a shameless, high-pitched scream from her as she finally came.

Natasha moaned loudly, trembling as wave after wave of her orgasm passed through her. Y/N, who was still buried deep inside her, could feel the rhythmic, relieved clenching of her cunt. They continued to rock her through it, gently rubbing her clit and delivering slow, deep thrusts as she came down from her high. Once they felt her breathing even out, they finally pulled away, gently spinning her around to face them.

Even though they were so much taller, Natasha reached up, wrapping her arms around their shoulders and giving them a hug. She just wanted to feel close to them in this moment, just wanted to be held by the man who had given her the best fucking of her life.

She tilted her head up, gazing into their dark, intense eyes, speaking softly, playfully, "That was a great workout, agent. I think it should be a regular addition to our routine."

Y/N chuckled, their hands going down to her reddened ass, pulling her closer and simultaneously squeezing her. "I agree. It would keep us both in peak physical condition. Maybe it has to be a couple times a week."

Natasha shivered at the thought of getting this treatment on the regular, but the throb of her cunt at their words was undeniable. She finally pulled away from them, looking at the time, realizing she had avengers meetings to get to. 

She pulled her booty shorts back on, innocently asking the question she always did at the end of their workouts. "Am I dismissed for the day, Agent Y/L/N?"

“You can do better than that,” She replied, standing up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She was enjoying herself. Enjoying every second of having you all to herself. Her finger trailed your collarbone to your shoulder and down your arm as she walked around you, making every muscle ache with tension.

You were no stranger to being tied up, although you much preferred being tied up by Natasha. The both of you knew it wouldn’t take much for you to free yourself, as much as she enjoyed them, she knew your muscles weren’t only for show. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she watched your arms flex, pulling your wrists apart.

The fabric started to give as Natasha rounded the corner, her finger roaming up the column of your neck and tilting your chin up. Her eyes roamed your face, snagging on your lips before following the bead of sweat sliding down the side of your face.

“Something wrong, baby?” Natasha placed her hands on either side of you, leaning down so her hair caged you in and your eyes landed on her cleavage. Her sweet perfume drove you mad, your arms tensing even further with the need to touch her. Your fingers twitched as the cloth binding your hands gave out a little more. You were still fully at her mercy.

“Please, Natasha,” Your eyes met hers, you’d do anything to touch her. She saw the raw desperation in your gaze, causing her own pupils to dilate. Every second that passed made her need for you grow stronger, she knew if she just said the words you’d be unleashed on her, but this was part of her game. “I need to touch you.”

“You need it?” She mocked, leaning closer to you, her mouth centimeters from yours. You felt her weight settle on your leg, her sheer lace camisole and thong doing nothing to conceal her arousal. “How much do you need me, baby?”

“Natasha,” You warned as she dipped her head to your neck. Her lips almost seared against your heated skin as she left a trail of wet kisses down your neck, her pebbled nipples rubbing against your own chest through the thin fabric of her lingerie. “Just–fuck–just feel for yourself.”

Natasha’s hand drifted from the back of your neck to the front of your body, featherlight fingers tracing over your nipple before drifting lower over your toned stomach to finally between your legs. Her fingers trailed down the length of the toy, then back up, pressing the base of the toy against you. Her teeth grazed the skin of your neck as her fingers traced your thigh, dragging out every second.

She felt your hips twitch forward, craving her touch. “So eager,” Her lips grazed the shell of your ear before her teeth tugged on your earlobe, making you shudder. The restraints were one moment of weakness away from completely ripping apart. The whine that left your lips was pitiful, your need winning over any need of self composure.

Natasha bit down on your pulse point as her fingers found the slick evidence of your desire, your body shuddering under hers. She hummed in approval, moving her fingers to gather as much of your arousal as possible with the limited access under your harness, making you buck your hips every time she changed direction. “Is this how much you need me, baby?”

“Fuck, Nat,” Somehow words still came to you through the pure lust coursing through your body and fogging up your brain. “I need you so much more than that.”

She pulled her fingers away and shifted over so she was properly straddling your lap. You looked down at her as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean. Your jaw dropped, doing your hardest to not explode off your chair.

“How much more?” Natasha had one second to show you her smug grin before you ripped the binds holding your wrists together. Her hands immediately found purchase in your hair and brought your mouths together in a hungry kiss. Your hands reached around to her ass and squeezed, bringing her body closer to you and her core to rub against your toned stomach.

The contact made her gasp against your mouth, giving you the opportunity to slide your tongue into her mouth, battling her for the dominance she so delicately held onto. Your hands slid down her thighs before easily standing up off the chair, not breaking the kiss. Natasha’s nails scraped against your scalp as you turned toward the bed, kicking the chair out of your way.

You set her on her feet right before the edge of the bed, hands sliding up her back as you pressed her closer to you. The fabric separating your bodies gave you the perfect reminder they were still there. A mistake you were more than ready to remedy.

Natasha moaned as your hands slid around to her front, cupping her breasts and squeezing, sending her eyes rolling to the back of her head in pleasure. You were ready to rip the fabric off her body, and Natasha knew that too. She also knew her control was quickly slipping, and while she was more than happy to let you take over, she also wanted to hold out a little bit longer. Just to see how far she could push you.

Her hands wrapped around your hair before she pulled you away from her, your hands freezing as she brought your gaze back to her.

“Knees,” Her lips were swollen and her cheeks were flushed. You smirked up at her as she attempted to catch her breath, leaning forward to place gentle kisses on her hips, slowly trailing down to where you knew she wanted, needed you the most. Her grip on your hair tightened, pulling your face away from her so your eyes locked on her face. “Show me how much you need me.”

The sound of ripping fabric filled the room before you pushed Natasha backward onto the bed, sliding the ripped underwear out of your way in the process. You gripped her hips and dragged them down to the edge, lips slowly trailing up her inner thigh while she propped herself up on her elbows to look down at you.

Natasha ran her fingers over your hair then slid her hand down the side of your face, making you lean against her touch. You twisted your face toward her palm, placing a tender kiss there before leaning down to her sex.

Her scent alone drove you crazy, and with the exception of her safeword there was little in the world that could stop you from devouring her whole. Your tongue met her center with long, slow swipes, making Natasha release a heavenly moan as she threw her head back in pleasure. The hand in your hair pulled you closer and the other gripped onto the sheets as you continued to work between her thighs, slowly bringing her to the edge.

Natasha’s hips bucked up into your face as she laid back on the bed, making you hold her hips down on the bed.

“Fuck, baby,” Her hand found your forearm, nails digging into your skin as she held back her orgasm, wanting the bliss your mouth was bringing her to last forever. “Right there.”

Her other hand slid up her chest, desperately pulling on the fabric before her fingers started toying with her nipples. She needed you everywhere. Natasha’s thighs tensed around your head, her taste clouded everything, your need for oxygen secondary to her pleasure. You held her closer to you, feeling her abdomen tense with every lap of your tongue against her, bringing her closer to the edge with every stroke.

Her nails drew blood against your arm as she held herself at bay, her chest arching towards the ceiling at the pleasure coursing through her body. She tugged on your forearm, breaking your trance just long enough to understand what she was asking for.

You pulled away from her, quickly pinning both her arms above her head before clashing your lips together. Natasha was more than willing to relinquish control, her brain so far gone she needed you to take over.

“Fuck,” She moaned as your lips trailed down to her neck, whimpering as she felt the strap rub against her pussy. She opened her eyes, finding your gaze while she lifted her legs and flexed them around your body. “I need you inside me.”

The grin you showed her was nothing short of devilish. “Look who’s so eager now.”

Her arms fought against your grip, fighting to wipe the smirk off your face and put your mouth to something useful. You moved up her body again, rutting your hips against hers and making her moan your name. The sound was music to your ears. Natasha looked down at you again.

“Baby, please,” She begged as you bit down on her neck, releasing one of her hands to line your strap up with her entrance. You released her other hand to brace your hands on either side of her, her slick more than enough to easily slide into her in one swift motion. Her nails raked down your back as she moaned out in pleasure.

Your lips found hers again, your moans mixing as the base of the strap pressed deliciously against you. Her ankles clamped behind you, angling herself so the strap reached even deeper. Natasha was close, oh so close. But there was still too much fabric on her body and not enough of you touching her skin.

“Baby, I need more,” she begged, breath ragged and body tingling. “I need you everywhere.”

You pulled out of her, eliciting a whimper from her at the loss of contact before you turned her around, angling her so you were both facing the mirror on the wall. Your fingers tugged on her camisole, afraid if it was up to you to take it off, you’d rip it like you did to her underwear, which still hung from her hips.

Now naked, Natasha’s body almost glowed with pleasure and anticipation, her release almost visibly pent up and waiting for you. You looked at her through the mirror, her eyes hazy and roaming over your body as you slotted yourself behind her. Your hands slid around her waist, lips finding her shoulder and kissing up the side of her neck.

“Baby, no more teasing,” She whined, pushing her ass back against you. You let your teeth graze her skin, looking up at the mirror to see her desperate against you. Her hands found your muscled thighs, reaching as far back as she could to pull you against her. You chuckled against her skin, happy to drag this out just like when she had you tied up.

“Look at you, Natasha,” You pressed your lips against the shell of her ear, making her shudder against you in anticipation as you slotted the strap between her thighs. “Look at how pretty you look when you’re so desperate for my cock.”

You accentuated your point by thrusting the strap forward, the tip pushing through her wetness and gliding under her, applying the smallest amount of pressure to her sensitive clit. Her head fell against your shoulder as she whined, opening her legs wider trying to sink down on the toy. You reached up and guided her chin to face you, bringing your lips together in a deep, messy kiss as you inched into her.

Natasha’s body threatened to give out, muscles straining to keep herself upright as you continued to thrust into her. Your arms helped keep her up, adding pressure to her lower abdomen and bringing her to the brink of her release. By the way your movements turned deep and stuttered, she could tell you were finding your release too.

You moaned against her mouth, her nails digging into your thighs as she broke the kiss, making you look at yourselves in the mirror. The sight of your cock thrusting in and out of her was enough to have your legs shaking and your core tightening. You wouldn’t last much longer.

“You look so good like this, baby,” You whispered in her ear, almost out of breath from holding your release. Natasha moaned your name in warning, words beyond her when she was so close to what she needed. “Cum for me, baby, I wanna hear you.”

Natasha cried out as she let go, body shuddering against you as your thrusts continued, reaching your climax soon after her. The room filled with your moans and whimpers as you rode out your highs. Natasha fell forward first, arching her back and pushing against you, not ready for it to be over. You held onto her hips, stuttering your movements with the angle change.

Neither of you could stop, your hips continued pounding into Natasha, her moans making her throat hoarse as you both chased another high. You nudged Natasha’s knees farther apart before bending over her, your hand reaching around her front to her clit.

Your lips found the back of Natasha’s neck as she turned her head into the mattress, crying out in pleasure and reaching down to your forearm. You could feel her thighs tremble against yours and her grip on your arm tighten. You groaned against her, teetering on the edge once again.

“Fuck, baby, you make me feel so good,” You mumbled between thrusts, Natasha turned her head, whining as her core clenched and her climax washed over her for the second time. You followed suit, groaning against her and you slowed down your movements.

Natasha’s thighs trembled, and a whine escaped past her lips as you slowly pulled out of her, her arousal leaking out between her legs. You dropped next to her, allowing her to cuddle into your side, her head finding comfort in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, baby,” She mumbled, idly tracing patterns on your toned abdomen, the muscles fluttering under her touch. “I didn’t know you had that in you”

You chuckled, looking down at her face and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. You brought your mouths together again. This time in a slow, tender kiss. She hummed against your lips, a wave of relaxation and exhaustion crashing over her.

“I should tie you up more often,” Her face was still inches away from yours and you connected your lips once more before laying back, allowing her to rest the full weight of her head on your chest.

You try to brush it off as just a strange dream, but it’s no use. The images won’t fade. She’s there in your thoughts when you least expect it, her presence like a shadow trailing behind you. You shake the thoughts out of your head as you step onto the train, the rhythm of the commute a small comfort in the chaos of your mind. As the train jerks to life, you grip the pole, trying to ground yourself in reality.

You stumble slightly, shoulder knocking into your neighbor. You look up, and your breath catches in your throat.

Wanda’s wide eyes meet yours, her face flickering with something between shock and recognition. She grips the pole a little tighter, knuckles going white. Her voice is barely above a whisper, uncertain, but warm, when she finally speaks.

“...Do I... know you?”

You can’t tear your gaze away. Her eyes are filled with something familiar, like she’s been waiting for you, like she knows exactly who you are. But you’ve never met her.

“I… I know you,” you whisper before you can stop yourself, the words slipping out. She doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she studies you, a flicker of recognition crossing her face.

It’s strange, this feeling of knowing her intimately, yet never having met her. Her features are seared into your memory, the same ones you have been seeing in your dreams.

Her eyebrows knit together, her gaze searching your face. She seems to recognize you too, like this should make sense but it doesn’t. Slowly, her free hand reaches out, hovering just over your arm, hesitant, as if she’s scared you’ll flinch if she touches you.

“We’ve never..met, right?” You ask, your eyes bouncing to her hand.

She shakes her head. “No. We haven’t. Not here, anyways.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You blink, and the train stops. Several people get on while more get off, but your eyes don’t move from hers.

Her lips part, like she wants to explain, but the words won’t come. The train lurches forward again, and she stumbles slightly, her fingers instinctively curling around your arm to steady herself.

The second she touches you-

A sharp rush. A flicker of images, her smiling at you in sunlight, fingers tangled with yours… a battlefield… a whispered promise in the dark. And then it’s gone as fast as it came.

Wanda jerks back like she felt it too, eyes blown wide with shock. “You saw that.”

“I-” you’re breathing too hard, too quickly, and you step away. “My head hurts.”

“You- I..” Wanda stutters, and her eyes are wet as she inhales shakily. “I should go.”

She turns to the sliding doors, like she can will them to open and you pale. As confused as you are, the last thing you need for her is to leave. You take a step closer, and she smells like roses.

“Please don’t go,” you whisper as the train slows. “What is this?”

Wanda hesitates. You can see the war behind her eyes, conflicted and confused, just like you, a painful sense of longing dancing across her features.

She turns back to you, her eyes locked with yours. Her fingers fidget restlessly, but they seem to want to reach for you again—like she’s craving it, even though she just felt it. And it seems to hurt her that she can’t. “Punishment. you…the false memories. you’re haven’t them, aren’t you?”

You can’t breathe. Can’t move, your feet stuck to the dirty train floor.

She blinks hard with wet eyes, her mouth twisting. “You need to forget me.”

“But I don’t even know you.” You whisper.

But you do. Somewhere in you, where your atoms combine and your blood twists, your heart knows hers. Your mouth has been upon the pink lips you stare at now, your voice the reason for her laugh. You know it, deep in your bones.

You see her chin tremble, see the way her eyes burn, because she knows it too. She shakes her head, and she looks so unbearably sad.

You feel your heart twisting painfully in your chest. This feeling, the way you ache as she stares at you with that tortured sadness, it isn’t something you should be feeling for a stranger.

But there’s no denying it. You know this girl. Your body and every part of you remember her.

“Don’t make me lose you, when I don’t even know you.” She whispers, and the words crack against you like a whip. You shake your head, reaching for her again, but she’s faster. “Not anymore.”

Her hands slides forward, finger tips pressing to your forehead. Your eyes meet hers for one, fleeting moment, and you think you may have loved her in a life before.

And then your mind goes blank. x

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An: these pictures are getting out of hand but it makes sense, just trust me. Also, pardon my kind trashy smut, I tried… and yes that is Rhea Ripley

Enjoy my horny rabbits! 🐇

>w<

It was a pretty standard morning at the Avengers compound. You, Wanda, and Steve were in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone. You wore a tight fitted purple tank top and soft sweatpants, hair pulled up in a pony as sunlight spilled across the counters. Sundays were your favorite — quiet, slow, and free of Tony’s chaotic parties. Though… those parties were always a little better when Natasha stayed close to your side.

Natasha — your best friend. Red hair, sharp eyes, and the cutest nose you’d ever seen. You admired her more than you’d ever admit. Of course, you’d never tell her. Someone like her would never look at you that way… and risking your friendship felt unthinkable.

So you stayed quiet. And grateful.

You grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and began slicing it carefully, each movement deliberate and gentle.

“Apple and pancakes? Sounds nice,” Wanda said as she flipped a golden pancake on the stove.

“Oh, I’m making something else for Tasha,” you replied softly, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Why? What’s wrong with pancakes?” Steve asked, already stealing one fresh from the pan.

Wanda swatted his arm with the spatula.

“Well… she’s got a long workout today. Pancakes aren’t exactly ideal beforehand,” you explained — then immediately realized what you’d revealed.

You had memorized her routine.

Wanda and Steve exchanged knowing looks.

“Y/n…” Wanda said slowly, amused. “Have you memorized Nat’s schedule?”

You stared at the apple slices, shrugging weakly. “I guess.”

“Why?” Steve pressed.

“I don’t know. I’m with her all the time.”

Right then Tony walked in.

“Good morning, my fellow Avengers!” he announced, far too cheerful.

You moved quickly — toast buttered, egg cooled, cheese layered, apple slices arranged neatly, cinnamon dusted lightly over jam and cottage cheese. A swivel of honey to top it all of. A well crafted dish for a well crafted person.

“Why are you so happy?” Steve asked.

Tony grinned. “I had sex.”

You focused very hard on the plate in front of you, adjusting the toast so it was in the best presentable position for Natasha.

While Tony enthusiastically overshared, you assembled the next toast, making sure it was just as good looking. It wasn’t complicated… just thoughtful.

Then warm fingers brushed your waist.

A startled squeal escaped you.

“Tasha!” you laughed.

Natasha stood close, smirking, her presence instantly grounding and electrifying at the same time. She looked smaller next to your tall, muscular frame — a contrast that made your heart do strange things.

“I made you breakfast,” you said softly, handing her the plate and a glass of orange juice.

Her smile softened. “You didn’t have to. I could eat what everyone else is having.”

You shook your head. “I forgot your egg… and nuts.”

Tony nearly choked. Steve dragged a hand down his face.

Natasha simply watched you — warm, observant, amused. You placed the hardboiled egg on her plate, along with a handful of almonds.

“Bon appétit,” you said, beaming.

Later, when Tony announced a mission and casually mentioned you wouldn’t be going, disappointment settled heavily in your chest. Natasha noticed — she always noticed — the little scrunch of your nose, the way your shoulders dropped.

She watched you longer than she meant to.

You were strong, gentle, careful with everyone around you. A protective presence… and completely unaware of how captivating that made you.

After breakfast she headed to train. You spent the day quietly reading, enjoying the rare calm. Planning a bath for yourself as you passed the training hall and saw her running. Focused. Determined. Radiant in motion.

You lingered longer than you meant to. Longer than a best friend even should.

She glanced over, smiled—

—and misstepped.

“Nat!” You rushed in as she stumbled off the treadmill.

“Are you okay?” you asked, shutting the machine off and offering your hand.

She tried to stand, winced.

“Medbay,” you decided immediately, scooping her up before she could protest.

“Did you distract me on purpose?” she teased, though her voice was strained.

“I was watching your… form,” you said, flushing.

“My ‘form,’ huh?”

You carried her faster. Not wanting to elaborate on your answer.

At the medbay she got her diagnosis: strained foot. Which meant no mission.

Which left just the two of you at the compound.

-///-

As an apology for distracting her, you ended up making dinner. Which happened to be quieter than either of you expected.

Not awkward quiet — soft quiet. Comfortable. The kind that wrapped around the room like warm light.

Natasha stayed perched on the counter while you plated the food, one knee bent, wine glass resting loosely between her fingers. Her gaze followed every movement you made — the steady rhythm of your hands, the careful precision you always used when you did something for someone else.

“You cook like you’re defusing a bomb,” she murmured.

You blinked at her. “I do not.”

A small smirk curved her lips. “You do. Very serious. Very focused.” Her eyes drifted — slow, deliberate — from your hands up your arms. “Very… strong.”

You nearly dropped the fork.

“I just cook,” you mumbled, suddenly extremely interested in arranging the food evenly on the plate.

Natasha accepted her dish but didn’t look at it right away. Her gaze lingered on your forearms where your sleeves were rolled up. The subtle flex when you set the pan aside didn’t go unnoticed. She’d love to be manhandled by you, your muscles were huge in comparison to hers. And your heart might three times the size as hers, it was something she admired.

“You’ve been training more,” Natasha said casually.

You sat across from her, shoulders instinctively drawing in. “A little.”

She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin in her palm. “It shows.”

Your ears went warm. “You say that like you’re evaluating equipment.”

“I am,” she replied smoothly. “Field readiness is important.”

You tried to hide your smile behind a sip of wine.

While you ate, you found yourself watching her in return — the way she spoke with her hands, the calm confidence in her posture, the soft rasp in her voice when she relaxed. The kitchen light caught the copper tones in her hair. Her expression shifted subtly when she listened, attentive and sharp all at once. And god, those breasts in that top..

You didn’t realize you were staring until she tilted her head.

“See something you like?”

Your fork paused midair. “…Maybe.”

Her eyebrow lifted — pleased.

A quiet beat passed between you.

Then she spoke again, voice lower now, almost playful. “You’re very easy to read, you know.”

You swallowed. “I am not.”

“You are,” she said gently. “You look at people like they matter.”

That disarmed you completely.

After dinner, she insisted on choosing a movie — though neither of you paid much attention once it started. Natasha claimed a spot on the couch and patted beside her.

“Sit.”

You hesitated for half a second before obeying. You always obeyed for Natasha.

She shifted, settling sideways so her head rested comfortably in your lap. The movement was natural, unhurried, like she’d done it a hundred times before. One hand rested lightly against your knee while she opened a book she’d brought with her.

Your entire body went still.

“Relax,” she murmured without looking up.

Carefully, uncertainly, you let your hand hover near her shoulder before resting it there. She leaned into the touch almost immediately — subtle, but unmistakable.

The room filled with the soft sounds of the movie and the occasional turn of a page.

From where you sat, you could see the small details you never noticed when she was moving — the faint freckles across her nose, the curve of her lashes, the way her expression softened when she read something she liked.

“You’re staring again,” she said quietly.

“…Sorry.”

“I didn’t say stop.”

Your breath caught.

Minutes passed like that — her calm and grounded, you quietly overwhelmed but content. At some point her fingers traced idle patterns against your leg, absent-minded but deliberate enough to make your thoughts scatter.

“You’re very warm,” she said.

“You’re very distracting,” you replied before you could stop yourself.

She smiled — slow, satisfied.

“Good.”

The movie continued playing to an audience that barely noticed.

Natasha’s head rested in your lap, one arm draped loosely across your thigh, her book open but unread for several minutes now. The quiet between you had shifted — no longer just comfortable, but heavy. Charged. Every small movement felt louder than it should.

Your fingers hovered near her shoulder again, barely touching, barely breathing.

You couldn’t do this anymore.

Your chest tightened with the weight of words you’d swallowed for far too long.

“Nat…”

She hummed softly, still looking at the page.

“I need to say something.”

That made her glance up. Calm. Curious. Expectant.

Your throat went dry immediately.

“I—” You swallowed hard. “I know we’re… us. And I don’t want to mess that up. I really don’t. But I can’t pretend anymore that this is just… normal for me.”

Her brow creased slightly.

You forced yourself to keep going.

“I don’t look at you because you’re impressive or because you’re my best friend.” Your voice dropped, raw and honest. “I look at you because I’m in love with you.”

Silence.

And not the comfortable kind.

Her expression didn’t change right away — which somehow made it worse. Her eyes searched your face like she was trying to reorganize something she thought she already understood.

“You… are?” she asked quietly.

You nodded once, heart pounding so hard it hurt.

“I know you don’t feel the same,” you rushed out, panic creeping in. “And that’s okay, really, I just needed to—”

She sat up abruptly.

You froze.

For a moment she just stared at you, stunned — genuinely stunned — like the ground had shifted under her feet.

“I thought…” She let out a soft breath, almost a laugh of disbelief. “I thought you admired me in a ‘my best friend is terrifyingly competent and awesome’ kind of way.”

Heat flooded your face, softly shaking your head.

Another quiet beat.

Her gaze softened, something vulnerable flickering beneath her usual composure. You saw the moment the realization settled — all the small things she’d noticed, all the moments she’d felt something she hadn’t dared name.

When she didn’t speak, nerves took over again.

“I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. We can just go back to—”

Her hand caught your shirt, firm.

“Stop talking.”

You did.

If course you did. It was Tasha.

She studied your face one last time, searching for doubt, for hesitation — finding none.

Then she kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t hesitant either. It was certain — decisive in the way only she could be. Her hand slid up to cradle the back of your neck, steadying you when your breath forgot how to work.

The world narrowed to warmth and closeness and the soft pressure of her lips.

When she pulled back, her forehead rested lightly against yours.

“You are unbelievably oblivious,” she murmured.

You blinked, dazed. “What?”

Her thumb brushed your cheek, almost fond.

“I’ve been trying not to cross that line for months,” she admitted quietly. “Because you never gave me a reason to think you wanted me to.”

Your brain stopped functioning entirely.

She smiled — softer than you’d ever seen.

“You don’t get to confess and then apologize for it,” she said. “Not when I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”

Her fingers intertwined with yours, grounding and warm.

“So,” she added gently, settling back against you but much closer than before, “next time you can’t take it anymore… try kissing me first.”

You didn’t answer with words — your movement said it all. You pulled her closer and kissing her again, gaining some confidence. She moved into your lap, fitting like she belonged there.

It quickly got heated as clothes flew from right to left.

Natasha pulled away to stare into your eyes - breathless. She searched yet again, a faint hint of red on her cheeks.

“I can feel you,“ she whispered, leaning in to start kissing your neck. Her lips were soft against your skin, plump and wet. The bite she added made you shiver and twitch.

“You’re desperate,“ she teased. You let out a soft whimper, bucking your hips into her.

“Tell me what you need. Don’t be shy.”

Her voice felt like a spell settling over you — calm, assured, impossible to ignore. Authority wrapped in quiet amusement.

“Look at me.”

She didn’t ask. She spoke with the simple certainty that you would obey — and you did.

“That’s better…”

A knowing smile touched her lips as her gaze lingered, steady and warm, like she already understood more than you’d said.

All you could do was stare at her lips and the breasts that were staring at you more than her eyes. Natasha smirked.

“Oh… I see,” her hands that were previously on your shoulders moved to the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it over her head.

Too stunned to speak, Natasha grabbed your muscular arm, placing your palm on her breast. A bra was apparently not needed in this particular evening, you thought to yourself.

“Squeeze me, baby,” you answered with her command. Gaining some confidence, your other hand moved to the free breast.

Your mouth watered. She let out a godly sound as she bucket her hips on your member, feeling her own pussy throb at the thought of you inside her. Cumming inside her. Holding her and pounding into her from behind - it made her head spin, delightfully.

But not yet though, tonight she was the boss of you.

You kissed her right breast, before attaching your mouth to her nipple, your right hand finding its way to her plump ass.

The older woman let out a sigh, letting her eyes close and hands entangle in your hair.

“Feels good, baby,” her breathing quickened, giving you a motivation to continue. You gently bit the nub, goosebumps rising on her skin.

“Can you give me head?” Your voice came out small, lips swollen from the titty sucking and biting. Natasha’s surprised by your request, admiring your sudden confident.

She left your lap and got between your legs — spreading your muscular thighs apart with her hands.

“Time to see the monster you’ve been hiding from me,” you found yourself blushing, especially when you could visibly see the huge bulge in your pants. Natasha licked her lips before pulling down your pants, your boxers following.

Your dick sprung free, slapping against your stomach. The head red and angry, the veins were long and visible.

“You’re huge,“ Natasha spoke, glancing up at you. You hid a huge idiotic smile as you covered your face, making her coo at you.

Natasha moved her hands to your shaft, trying to make her fingers meet. She held your dick in her hands, admiring the sight, then stroking it up and down.

“Why were you hiding from be, y/n? “

You grunted and bucked your hips. Natasha leaned forward and put her mouth on your tip — licking it.

She pulled a little away before she spat on it and took her head down on it again.

You continued to watch her as she tried to get the whole thing in her mouth. You felt your tip hit the back of her throat, slightly bending towards going down her throat.

The gagging sounds made you even harder, if that was even possible. Every time she pulled off for air, saliva and pre cum dripped from her plump lips, down to her chin and your thighs.

Her hand continued to work as she grabbed your hand to put on her head. You gripped her hair gently.

“Harder, y/n. I can take it,“ Nat spoke between a full and empty mouth. You obeyed without question. Her hair twisted between your fingers as you pulled her down on your cock. Her mouth already open.

You started bopping her head up and down your throat, her hands holding your thighs for stability. She swiftly moved over to sit on your foot, bucking her hips to get off.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Fu-uck“ you moaned, pushing her as far down as you could. She gagged, tears forming in her eyes, humping desperately on your leg.

“’m gonna cum,“ you whispered.

Her hands found your balls and started playing with them, tugging and massaging. Her hands small in comparison.

You grunted, grabbing her head with both hands. You pulled her down as far as she’d let you. Your cum came flying into her mouth, thick and cream white.

“ah! Tasha!“ you moaned as you came.

She swallowed it all, wiping her face and mouth. «Bedroom, now.» she spoke. You let out a deep breath before standing up and grabbing her with you. Carrying her bridal style to her bedroom, forgetting all about the clothes in the common area.

You took of the rest of your clothes, Natasha following. Her fingers gently scratching against your abs as you kissed her, placing her down on the bed.

You got between her legs, spreading them apart. “Baby…“ she breathed out. You looked up at her, curiously.

“Please eat my pussy.“

“Yes ma’am.“

You kissed her thigh, biting them and licking them both, making sure to mark them.

Natasha sighed of pleasure as her hands entangled in your hair.

She bucked her hips as you started to kitten lick her.

“Fuck…“she bit her lip as you held her down, keeping her still. Your tongue swirled around her clit before kissing her wet lips.

“Come on, don’t be shy,“ she breathed out, her eyes closed and voice hoarse from your cock.

You grabbed around her thighs and pulled her closer, attaching your lips and mouth to her like a plunger.

A moan ripped through her as she tried to buck her hips. You breathed through your nose, sending cold air on her pubic hair.

She let go of your hair as her hands entangled in her own, arching her back.

“Y/n, fuck!“ she let out a pornografic moan as you continue, your tongue between her lips and penetrating. Your nose bumping into her little button. And soon enough you made her cum hard.

She grabbed you roughly — you letting her — and laid you down on the bed. The assassin got on top off you as she started bucking her hips against your shaft.

“Natasha please,“ you whimpered as she continued to tease you.

“You wanna fuck me baby?“ she asked innocently, her hands roaming over your body. Though you knew deep down her words weren’t as innocent. The look in her eyes. The way her nostrils flared and her eyebrows arched.

You nodded rapidly, “ride me, Tasha.“ you spoke softly to her.

She smirked, “what’s the magic word?“

“Please Natasha, please ride my cock, please… please! I’ve been a good girl…“ she looked at you, biting her lip, your desperation pushing past your usual shyness.

“I like it when you beg,“ She sank down on your cock, flipping her hair over. You groaned as you watched your cock slip into her neatly trimmed pussy. Hands found her waist as you pushed her down, wanting nothing more than to fill her up.

Natasha let out a moan in both pain and pleasure as she slowly bottomed you.

“Tasha… you’re so warm,“ a chuckle passed her lips as she stared at yours. Her cheeks were heated, flustered yet still holding her posture. You cock was stretching her out and pushing against her g spot.

She started to slowly move.

The two of you moaned in unison, your hands sliding down to her hips, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.

“You’re so big, princess,“ she whimpered in pain, her arms around your shoulder and neck, her back arched. Tits free and easy to grab and worship.

You looked into her eyes, dark and filled with a lust she didn’t think she’d see in your eyes that night.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she noticed the way you were staring at her breasts.

Nat pushed your head into her chest and you obviously took the sign.

You started to suck on her nipple, using both tongue and teeth.

Natasha’s mouth fell open, her head back. A low moan roaring from deep inside her chest. It made you feel something you couldn’t get enough of.

She started moving faster, quickly adjusting to your size.

“Tasha, I’m close!“ you moaned out, your head now resting against the headboard, eyes watching the way her tits bounced up and down she did.

“Already?“ she panted, doing her best to keep up the pace. “Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow,“ she growled in your ear.

You pushed her down to her back, a shriek escaping her as you thrusted fast and hard into a very sore pussy.

Her warmth felt so good around you, and the way she clenched. How the wetness between her legs ran down and onto the mattress.

She gasps and closes her eyes, enjoying the small moment of letting you be dominant.

You were rough and hard with your thrusts. The sound of wet skin clapping was loud in the room, making hitting ‘that’ spot inside her so much more worth it.

You could feel she was chasing her high, and so were you.

Desperately wanting to wait until she came, you started rubbing her clit back and forth at a quick pace to match the tempo you went at.

Natasha arched her back, tears rolling down the side of her face as she moaned and almost laughed in pleasure at how good it felt.

“Don’t you dare stop!“

“Never.“

Her orgasm hit her like a silent train in the dark. Like a bullet to her stomach. Her legs were tight around your waist, legs shaking. Knuckles white from holding the sheets too hard.

She cried your name out over and over, a few curse words sliding in between.

You loved her orgasm face. It was enough to make you cum. And you came, came hard.

Deep breathes, thrusts and grunting was made as you looked at the way you shot your load into her pussy. Keeping your dick inside her, you glances up at her.

A glance that became a mouth open stare.

Her face was sweaty, cheeks red and chest heaving. Eyes were still closed but quickly opened when you looked at her. A broad smile was plastered on her.

“Fucking hell. I’ve been missing out,“ Natasha laughed a little, her pussy clenching when she did. It made you groan, pulling out.

Natasha was quick to move, pushing you down on the mattress. Your back hitting it with a loud bang.

She moved up with a quick pace.

“Taste yourself for me.“

She straddled your face.

Your wet creamy liquid spilled down her thighs. You moaned at the sight, starting to lick it up and swallowing.

“That’s it… good girl…“ she cooed at you, her hands resting on the headboard.

You kept eye contact the whole time, before you started to suck her pussy. The salty taste still coating your tongue.

“You want me to ride your face?“ she asked amuse. You nodded rapidly as your neck lifted from the pillow to eat her.

She moaned, high jerking at touch of her clitoris.

She sank down on you, and closed her eyes.

—

The house was finally quiet after what felt like the longest day.

You had spent hours rocking the baby, changing diapers, and trying to get her to settle while Manon was at rehearsals. By the time you finally got the little one down, you were completely drained.

You collapsed onto the bed face-first, still wearing your hoodie and sweats, letting out a heavy groan into the pillow.

A few minutes later, the front door clicked open. Manon walked in, looking exhausted but soft in the dim light. She kicked off her shoes and padded into the bedroom, still wearing her practice clothes—loose sweatpants and a shirt with thin white undershirt.

She saw you lying there and smiled tiredly.

“Rough night?” she asked, climbing onto the bed beside you.

You turned your head toward her, one eye half-open. “She fought sleep like it was a personal enemy. I thought she’d never go down.”

Manon chuckled softly and brushed some hair out of your face. “You’ve been doing so much lately. I’m sorry I had to stay late again.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. How was rehearsal?”

“Tiring. My body still feels weird after giving birth. Everything’s sore and heavy.” She paused, then added quietly,

You glanced down. Her thin white undershirt was slightly damp in places, the silver barbells clearly visible through the fabric, pressing against the material. Her breasts looked full and heavy.

Manon noticed you looking.

She sat up a little and slowly pulled the undershirt up, exposing her breasts completely. The silver piercings caught the low light. Her nipples were puffy and swollen from the recent changes, and small beads of milk were already forming at the tips.

“I pumped a little during break, but they’re still so full,” she said quietly. “You’ve been staring at them a lot lately.”

You swallowed, voice low. “They look… different. In a good way.”

Manon gave a small smile. “Come here. You’ve been running on empty all day. Let me help you relax.”

You shifted closer without thinking. She guided your head gently to her chest.

The moment your lips wrapped around her left nipple, warm milk flowed into your mouth. The piercing made the stream stronger—a steady, forceful jet that surprised you at first. You moaned softly against her skin as the sweet, warm liquid filled your tongue.

Manon let out a quiet sigh, one hand cradling the back of your head.

“That feels better already,” she whispered. “You can drink as much as you want.”

You suckled deeper, tongue flicking and playing with the silver barbell. Every time you teased the piercing, a stronger jet of milk spurted into your mouth. You swallowed greedily, letting out muffled little sounds.

“Mmm… tastes so good,” you murmured against her breast, voice muffled.

Manon smiled, stroking your hair. “Yeah? You like drinking from me?”

You nodded, not pulling off. “Mm-hmm… it’s warm… really sweet.”

You switched to her right breast, latching on and immediately teasing the piercing with your tongue again. Another strong stream filled your mouth. You moaned louder, sucking harder, completely lost in the comfort.

Manon’s breathing grew a little heavier. Her free hand slid down your body and slipped inside your sweats. She wrapped her fingers around your cock—already hard and throbbing—and started stroking you slowly.

“You’re getting so hard just from this,” she said softly. “My poor tired girl… always so needy after taking care of everything.”

You whimpered around her nipple, hips twitching into her hand as she stroked you with long, gentle pulls.

“Don’t stop sucking,” she whispered. “Keep drinking while I take care of you down here.”

You obeyed, suckling steadily while your tongue kept playing with the silver barbell. Every flick made more milk jet strongly into your mouth. You swallowed again and again, muffled moans vibrating against her breast.

Manon kept stroking you—slow and steady, thumb occasionally brushing over the sensitive head, spreading your precum.

“You’re doing so good,” she murmured. “Just relax and let it all out. I’ve got you.”

You felt yourself slipping deeper into that soft, submissive space. All the exhaustion from the day melted away as you nursed from her, warm milk flowing while her hand worked your cock with loving, patient strokes.

After a while, Manon gently pulled you off her nipple. A thin string of milk still connected your lips to her breast.

She kissed you slowly, tasting herself on your tongue.

“You’ve had enough to drink for now,” she said softly. “Now I want to feel you inside me.”

She pushed your sweats down, freeing your cock completely. Then she straddled you, guiding you to her entrance. She was soaked.

She sank down slowly, taking you inside her pussy with a long, shaky moan.

“God… you feel so good,” she breathed.

She started riding you— low rolls of her hips at first. You reached up and cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her pierced nipples. Milk still leaked from them as she moved.

You leaned up and latched onto her right nipple again while she rode you, sucking gently as she moved on your cock.

Manon moaned louder, one hand in your hair, the other braced on your chest.

“Yes—fuck—” she gasped. “I love when you do that.”

She rode you faster, hips snapping down harder. You kept nursing from her, tongue playing with the piercing, drinking the warm milk that kept flowing as she fucked herself on your cock.

The combination was overwhelming.

You felt her getting close. Her moans turned higher, breathier. You sucked harder, flicking the barbell with your tongue.

Manon came first, her pussy clenching around you as she cried out, body shaking. Milk spurted stronger into your mouth as she orgasmed.

You followed right after, groaning against her breast as you came deep inside her, filling her with thick, hot spurts.

She kept moving slowly through both your orgasms, milking every last drop from you.

When you both finally stilled, she collapsed onto your chest, breathing hard.

You stayed inside her, arms wrapped around her waist, still gently suckling the last drops from her nipple.

Manon stroked your hair, voice soft and tired.

“Better?” she asked.

You nodded against her breast, voice muffled. “Uh-huh,”

After a few minutes, she lifted her head and kissed you softly.

“You taste like my milk,” she murmured, a small smile on her lips.

You chuckled tiredly. “You taste like… everything.”

She kissed you again, slower this time, then gently pulled herself off you. A thick trickle of your cum leaked from her pussy and ran down her thigh. She didn’t seem to care. Instead, she crawled up your body until she was straddling your chest.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she said quietly.

Before you could reply, she turned around, swinging one leg over your head so she was facing your feet. She lowered herself until her pussy hovered just above your mouth, still dripping with your cum. At the same time, she leaned forward and wrapped her hand around your half-hard cock.

“I want to taste you while you clean me up.” She whispered.

You didn’t argue.

You gripped her hips and pulled her down onto your face. Your tongue immediately slid through her folds, licking up the messy mix of your cum and her wetness. She tasted salty-sweet, warm, and completely addictive.

You licked deeper, pushing your tongue inside her, scooping out more of what you’d left behind.

Manon moaned loudly, then leaned down and took your cock into her mouth.

She didn’t start slow. She sucked you in deep, lips stretching around your thickness as she bobbed her head. Her tongue swirled around the head every time she pulled up, tasting the mix of your cum and her own juices.

You groaned into her pussy, the vibration making her hips twitch.

She kept sucking you—messy and noisy while you ate her out with long, hungry strokes of your tongue. Every time you flicked her clit, she moaned around your cock, the sound sending shivers through you.

You could feel yourself getting hard again in her mouth. She took you deeper, relaxing her throat until her nose pressed against your pelvis.

“Fuck, Manon…” you mumbled against her pussy, voice muffled. “Your mouth feels so good.”

She pulled off just long enough to gasp, “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

You obeyed, sucking her clit into your mouth while sliding two fingers inside her pussy. She cried out around your cock and started sucking you faster, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach.

The room filled with wet, obscene sounds—her slurping and gagging on your cock, your tongue lapping and sucking at her pussy, both of you moaning and breathing heavily.

Manon started grinding down on your face, riding your tongue and fingers while she deepthroated you. You could feel her getting close again. Her thighs trembled around your head, her moans vibrating around your cock.

You sucked harder on her clit, curling your fingers inside her.

She came for the second time—sudden and intense. Her pussy clenched around your fingers as she cried out, the sound muffled by your cock in her mouth. Fresh wetness flooded your tongue and you licked up every drop.

The feeling of her coming while sucking you pushed you over the edge.

You groaned loudly into her pussy and came hard down her throat. Manon swallowed greedily, not pulling off until she had taken every last drop.

When she finally lifted her head, she was breathing hard, lips shiny and swollen. She turned around slowly and collapsed beside you, pulling you into her arms.

Both of you were sweaty, sticky, breathing like you’d run a marathon.

Manon kissed your forehead, then your lips, tasting herself on you.

“You’re incredible,” she whispered.

You smiled tiredly, nuzzling into her neck.

“So are you.”

She held you close, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

“We should do that more often,” she said softly.

You laughed quietly. “Yeah… we really should.”

The two of you stayed tangled together, hearts still racing, bodies warm and satisfied.

And you thought, the exhaustion was so worth it.

At the cabin, you found that the girls were right, it was gorgeous and scenic and felt right out of a movie. The cabin was, as promised, everything. Vaulted ceilings with exposed wooden beams, a stone fireplace that already had logs stacked and waiting, and that massive window Marie had described, a wall of glass that framed the snow-dusted peaks like a living painting. You stood in front of it, your overnight bag still slung over your shoulder, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

“Told you,” Marie said softly, appearing at your elbow.

You startled slightly. She was closer than you’d realized, her arm brushing yours as she stood beside you, both of you reflected faintly in the glass. In the reflection, you could see her watching your face instead of the view.

“It’s—” you started.

“Unreal,” she finished for you, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah.”

Before you could formulate a response, a weight dropped onto your shoulders, and you let out a surprised squeak as Emma’s arms looped around your neck from behind. She’d abandoned her bags somewhere in the entryway and was now pressed against your back, her chin hooked over your shoulder.

“You’re gonna freeze standing there,” Emma announced, her breath warm against your ear. “The real attraction is the fireplace. Cate’s already trying to get it started.”

She pointed, and sure enough, Cate was crouched in front of the hearth, fiddling with the kindling. She glanced over her shoulder at the three of you, with Emma still wrapped around you and Marie standing close enough that her arm was definitely still touching yours, and something unreadable passed through her expression.

“Someone want to help instead of gawking?” Cate asked, but her voice lacked any real bite.

“You’ve got it,” Emma called back, not moving an inch. Her arms tightened slightly. “I’m providing essential body heat. It’s a service, really.”

Marie snorted softly. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

“You’re welcome to join,” Emma said, and there was a teasing lilt in her voice that made your stomach flip. “Plenty of room.”

You felt your face flush as Marie actually seemed to consider it for a moment before shaking her head with a laugh. But she didn’t step away either. If anything, she angled herself closer, her shoulder now pressing firmly against yours as she turned to face the room.

“How’s it going over there?” Marie called to Cate.

A plume of smoke curled up from the hearth, followed by a triumphant crackle. Cate sat back on her heels, feeding a smaller log into the growing flame. “I’m a professional,” she said, dusting her hands off on her jeans. “What can I say.”

She rose and crossed toward the group, and you became acutely aware of your positioning, Emma still latched onto your back, Marie solid and warm at your side, and now Cate approaching with that unhurried, deliberate walk of hers. Her eyes swept over the three of you, and when they landed on you, there was something in them that made your breath catch.

“You okay back there?” Cate asked, tilting her head. “You’re looking a little… trapped.”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, and your voice cracked on the word.

Emma’s laugh vibrated against your shoulder blade. “She’s fine. She’s perfect. I’m not letting go.”

Cate stopped directly in front of you, close enough that you had to tilt your chin up to meet her eyes. The firelight flickered behind her, casting warm shadows across her face. “Emma,” she said mildly, not breaking eye contact with you, “you’re going to smother her.”

“She can take it,” Emma said confidently.

“Can she?” Marie asked, and there was a gentleness in her voice that somehow made everything worse. Her hand found your arm, a light, steadying touch. “You’re really red. Are you warm enough? We can turn the heat up.”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, and it came out as barely more than a whisper.

Cate’s lips quirked. She reached past you, deliberately, you thought, because she could have easily stepped around, and plucked your overnight bag from your slack grip. “Let’s get you settled before Emma absorbs you completely. Which room do you want?”

“There’s three bedrooms,” Emma supplied helpfully, finally loosening her hold enough that you could breathe. She didn’t let go entirely, though; her hands settled on your hips, casual and possessive all at once. “Marie and I were debating who gets the one with the balcony.”

“I wasn’t debating,” Marie said. “I was telling you it’s mine.”

“And I was telling you that’s adorable.”

Cate ignored them both, her attention still fixed on you. “What do you think? You should get first pick. You’re the guest.”

“Oh, I don’t—” you started.

“She should take the balcony room,” Emma said immediately, her fingers drumming lightly against your hip. “She needs the good view.”

Marie’s eyebrows rose, but she was smiling. “I can get behind that. The sunrise from there is—” She caught herself, her smile turning self-conscious. “It’s nice. You’d like it.”

“That’s settled, then,” Cate said, already moving toward the hallway with your bag. She paused at the threshold, looking back over her shoulder. Her gaze traveled over you, slow and appreciative in a way that made your stomach drop out entirely. “I’ll put your things in there. Emma, let her go so she can actually settle in.”

“Make me,” Emma said, but she was already laughing, her hands finally slipping away. You felt the absence immediately, a chill where her warmth had been.

You stood there for a moment, caught between the three of them; Marie’s soft, lingering smile, Emma’s bright-eyed mischief, and Cate’s retreating figure that paused at the hallway corner, waiting.

Marie reached out, her fingers brushing yours. “Come on,” she said quietly. “I’ll show you where everything is.”

Emma looped her arm through your other side, and somehow you were moving, flanked on both sides, your heart hammering against your ribs in a rhythm you were sure they could feel.

From the hallway, Cate’s voice drifted back, warm with amusement: “Try to keep up, you two. Some of us want to get the hot tub going before midnight.”

“She’s so impatient,” Emma stage-whispered to you, her lips brushing your ear.

Marie’s fingers tightened around yours, her thumb tracing a slow circle on your skin. “She’s not the only one.”

At the cabin, you found that the girls were right, it was gorgeous and scenic and felt right out of a movie. The cabin was, as promised, everything. Vaulted ceilings with exposed wooden beams, a stone fireplace that already had logs stacked and waiting, and that massive window Marie had described, a wall of glass that framed the snow-dusted peaks like a living painting. You stood in front of it, your overnight bag still slung over your shoulder, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

“Told you,” Marie said softly, appearing at your elbow.

You startled slightly. She was closer than you’d realized, her arm brushing yours as she stood beside you, both of you reflected faintly in the glass. In the reflection, you could see her watching your face instead of the view.

“It’s—” you started.

“Unreal,” she finished for you, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah.”

Before you could formulate a response, a weight dropped onto your shoulders, and you let out a surprised squeak as Emma’s arms looped around your neck from behind. She’d abandoned her bags somewhere in the entryway and was now pressed against your back, her chin hooked over your shoulder.

“You’re gonna freeze standing there,” Emma announced, her breath warm against your ear. “The real attraction is the fireplace. Cate’s already trying to get it started.”

She pointed, and sure enough, Cate was crouched in front of the hearth, fiddling with the kindling. She glanced over her shoulder at the three of you, with Emma still wrapped around you and Marie standing close enough that her arm was definitely still touching yours, and something unreadable passed through her expression.

“Someone want to help instead of gawking?” Cate asked, but her voice lacked any real bite.

“You’ve got it,” Emma called back, not moving an inch. Her arms tightened slightly. “I’m providing essential body heat. It’s a service, really.”

Marie snorted softly. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

“You’re welcome to join,” Emma said, and there was a teasing lilt in her voice that made your stomach flip. “Plenty of room.”

You felt your face flush as Marie actually seemed to consider it for a moment before shaking her head with a laugh. But she didn’t step away either. If anything, she angled herself closer, her shoulder now pressing firmly against yours as she turned to face the room.

“How’s it going over there?” Marie called to Cate.

A plume of smoke curled up from the hearth, followed by a triumphant crackle. Cate sat back on her heels, feeding a smaller log into the growing flame. “I’m a professional,” she said, dusting her hands off on her jeans. “What can I say.”

She rose and crossed toward the group, and you became acutely aware of your positioning, Emma still latched onto your back, Marie solid and warm at your side, and now Cate approaching with that unhurried, deliberate walk of hers. Her eyes swept over the three of you, and when they landed on you, there was something in them that made your breath catch.

“You okay back there?” Cate asked, tilting her head. “You’re looking a little… trapped.”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, and your voice cracked on the word.

Emma’s laugh vibrated against your shoulder blade. “She’s fine. She’s perfect. I’m not letting go.”

Cate stopped directly in front of you, close enough that you had to tilt your chin up to meet her eyes. The firelight flickered behind her, casting warm shadows across her face. “Emma,” she said mildly, not breaking eye contact with you, “you’re going to smother her.”

“She can take it,” Emma said confidently.

“Can she?” Marie asked, and there was a gentleness in her voice that somehow made everything worse. Her hand found your arm, a light, steadying touch. “You’re really red. Are you warm enough? We can turn the heat up.”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, and it came out as barely more than a whisper.

Cate’s lips quirked. She reached past you, deliberately, you thought, because she could have easily stepped around, and plucked your overnight bag from your slack grip. “Let’s get you settled before Emma absorbs you completely. Which room do you want?”

“There’s three bedrooms,” Emma supplied helpfully, finally loosening her hold enough that you could breathe. She didn’t let go entirely, though; her hands settled on your hips, casual and possessive all at once. “Marie and I were debating who gets the one with the balcony.”

“I wasn’t debating,” Marie said. “I was telling you it’s mine.”

“And I was telling you that’s adorable.”

Cate ignored them both, her attention still fixed on you. “What do you think? You should get first pick. You’re the guest.”

“Oh, I don’t—” you started.

“She should take the balcony room,” Emma said immediately, her fingers drumming lightly against your hip. “She needs the good view.”

Marie’s eyebrows rose, but she was smiling. “I can get behind that. The sunrise from there is—” She caught herself, her smile turning self-conscious. “It’s nice. You’d like it.”

“That’s settled, then,” Cate said, already moving toward the hallway with your bag. She paused at the threshold, looking back over her shoulder. Her gaze traveled over you, slow and appreciative in a way that made your stomach drop out entirely. “I’ll put your things in there. Emma, let her go so she can actually settle in.”

“Make me,” Emma said, but she was already laughing, her hands finally slipping away. You felt the absence immediately, a chill where her warmth had been.

You stood there for a moment, caught between the three of them; Marie’s soft, lingering smile, Emma’s bright-eyed mischief, and Cate’s retreating figure that paused at the hallway corner, waiting.

Marie reached out, her fingers brushing yours. “Come on,” she said quietly. “I’ll show you where everything is.”

Emma looped her arm through your other side, and somehow you were moving, flanked on both sides, your heart hammering against your ribs in a rhythm you were sure they could feel.

From the hallway, Cate’s voice drifted back, warm with amusement: “Try to keep up, you two. Some of us want to get the hot tub going before midnight.”

“She’s so impatient,” Emma stage-whispered to you, her lips brushing your ear.

Marie’s fingers tightened around yours, her thumb tracing a slow circle on your skin. “She’s not the only one.”

It was a late evening and the bar was fairly full. Your fellow co-workers and you were working hard to keep your customers satisfied. It was only four people working today, plus the two bouncers. One at the door and one going on patrol if anything were to happen. Two bartenders, with one of them being you (the bar manager) and two barback with different roles (refill and collect/clean). You were wearing your dress suit pants, the one that made your ass pop. It was resting right above your ass, the white brim of your boxers showing. You had originally worn the bars merch but it got way too warm as the night got darker. So now you had on your white sports bra, and your red bandana around your neck. Your hair was loose and wavy down to the middle of your back.

«Hi, going big tonight, big guy?» you said with a warm smile on your face. As you leaned slightly over the counter to hear what a customer was going to say. «Two glasses of wine, please?» you smiled brightly, always appreciating a please. «Coming right up!» you said as you turned the terminal for him to pay. He didn’t tip, but that was okay.

«Yo, Carmen!» you shouted towards the barback. She turned around and almost ran to you, making you chuckle. «Can you get another bottle of wine, Grenache Blanc?» you asked, handing her the bottle so she’d know which one to get. She nodded and grabbed the bottle, walking to the back. You smiled, before someone slapped your ass. With a quick turn you were ready to hit them, «omg, Gay Mike!» you squealed and leaned in for a hug. «How are you?» you asked, taking someone’s order while talking to him. «I’m alright, I’m great actually,» he said as he sat down by the bar. «yeah why’s that? Thanks hon,» you said as you got the bottle from Carmen, she smiled and walked past you to check the liquor. «Me and Miles are having a little girl!» he said in full excitement. You smiled brightly, handing a guy in a formal suit a beer «oh my, I’m so happy for you. Champagne?» you asked, already taking the bottle out of the fridge. «You know me when I celebrate,» you smiled as you poured him a glass. «David! How are you?!» he smiles towards you, his eyes landing on your cleavage. He put a five in the tip jar. «I’m good, how are those?» he commented, pointing between them. «Lonely, but a man looking at them is making them feel weird,» you both laughed, «beer?» he nodded and you started filling a glass.

«But where is Miles?» you asked Mike as he was enjoying his drink. Just then you noticed a redhead sitting down on the sidebar, looking towards David and squinting. You turned your head back to Mike and David, handing David his beer, «one second, my good men,» you smiled when you saw David tip, Mike following right after.

You walked over to the redhead, «side bar is closed babe, you can’t sit there,» you said. She took her attention towards you. God damn she was the most beautiful thing you had laid your eyes. She was a mystery and you wanted to explore it, you’d never seen this redheaded beauty before. Her green eyes sparkled from the lights from the dancefloor, her freckles and moles was the cherry on top. Her nose was adorable and her lips were so plump. You almost licked your lips, you needed a taste of that strawberry.

«Oh,» she mumbled before moving, she sat down a seat next to Mike. You looked at her when you repeated your question to Mike, David already on his way to the dance floor. The redhead looked around herself, like she was looking for someone. «so where is your husband?» «He’s working,» Mike groaned, and downed the glass. «ah,» you said, already refilling his glass. «Man, it’s busy back there!» Tommy commented as he came from the back bar, the one where you served the people on the dance floor. You laughed, «you wanna switch? The dance floor is so not ready for me!» he looked you up and down, and then chuckled, «they are certainly not. You’ll be eaten alive wearing that,» he said, as he grabbed two shot glasses. You leaned against the bar, crossing your hands over your chest, your mouth open and ready to give him an explanation. «It’s fucking warm in here, and I swear it got warmer when that redhead got here» you mumbled the last part as he eyed her. The redhead was looking at her phone, waiting for something. «She seems heartbroken, waiting for an ex to call, which means go for it,» he said, as he poured two vodka shots. He grabbed one and gave you the other. «I’m a smooth talker, I got this in the box,» you responded, flashing him a confident smirk, the shot running down your throat, giving you a great burning sensation. You patted his shoulder as he went back.

You turned your attention to the redhead, «whatcha having, strawberry? Strong enough to forget your name, or something smooth enough to remember only mine?» you said with a wink. You left Mike speechless, waiting for the woman to answer. «Water,» she said plainly, before her finger went to her ear. You looked at Mike, deflated, he gave you a confused look. You didn’t even get a chuckle back and that was one of your best lines. This lady was hard to crack, «Solid choice. On the house,» you rolled your eyes at yourself, it’s water, of course it’s free y/n.

You filled a glass up with water, adding ice, a straw and cutting up a lemon slice into heart shape. This had to work, you thought to yourself. You gave it to her with a smile, «I’ll make you a new one if you don’t like it,» you said. Mike gave you a proud smile and a thumbs up. Your eyes were looking at her and waiting for a response, maybe a small chuckle or maybe she’d take you to the bathroom and you’d take her right there. Maybe she’d jump on you from over the bar, ready to scream your name from pleasure. Jesus, stop dreaming. «Thanks,» she mumbled, taking out the straw and the lemon, before taking a sip. Your mouth fell open. There was absolutely no way she just ignored that. But you took the hint that she was definitely not interested. Mike looked at the redhead, wondering what was wrong with her. She was looking behind her, clearly not paying attention.

-///-

«Geez, Natasha, she’s giving you everything, you better at least give her your number, or I will,» she heard Steve say over the coms. Natasha rolled her eyes, «you won’t. she’s gay and too pretty for you, trust me. eyes on target?» she asked, standing up. «Dance floor, red shirt and white pants,» she walked towards the dance floor, scanning the room. Natasha got her eyes on the target. Steve came up behind her, his hand moving around her waist as they moved to dance right by the man in the red shirt. They started dancing together to blend in. Tommy, standing behind the bar looking at them, feeling bad for you. «One moment,» he said to the two girls standing by the bar waiting to order. He walked towards the other side of the bar.

«Your redhead is taken,» Tommy said. You looked at him, then to the dance floor. You saw the redhead dancing close to a muscular blonde guy. This made you roll your eyes, sighing as you did. «Well, it was worth a try,» you mumbled, going back to taking orders. «There’s some horny girls at the dance floor, bet you can stick it in one of them. Probably both,» you laughed out loud, «we’ll see,» you answered as you shoved him back to the dance floor bar.

Natasha looked Steve in the eyes before leaning in close to his ear, «he’s walking towards the bathroom,» he nodded before letting go of her. Steve walked into the bathroom as he saw the guy pulling out a bag of white powder, «that was easy,» he said to himself. «Hey man,» he laid his hands on his shoulder. The guy turned, powder already up his nose. «Sup,» he said, putting the bag away. «We should talk,» Steve said, guiding him out of the bathroom where Natasha was standing. Natasha walked behind Steve and the guy, as they walked towards the exit of the bar. Looking at the guy, it was David! You kept an eye on them. Just then, a piece of paper was slipped towards you. It caught your attention as toy looked at it, then to who gave it to you. It was rhe strawberry. She winked at you. ‘Call me ;)’ plus her number was written on it. You looked up and she was already on her way out. You watched her ass as she walked. Oh to take her from behind. You shook your head at the thought as she started talking with the bouncers. While the guy she was dancing with earlier put cuffs on David. ‘Ah man, not David’ you thought to yourself.

You waited for them to leave before you walked over to the bouncers. «what was that?» you asked, crossing your arms. «undercover cops, we got a tip about this guy and said to call them if he showed up. The lady gave me her card,» you nodded slowly, asking to see the card. Natasha. That was her name. It fitted her, but did she really have to take the guy that was tipping best. «Thanks,» you handed him back the card before walking back to the bar, two guys waiting to be served. «Paul and John, beers?» you said, putting on a smile. They smiled back, «you know us too well,» you giggled and grabbed two glasses above you. «Damn, you been working out, pretty?» John said, you biceps flexed as you had your arm above your head. You started the tap, «Yeah, how can I manhandle a woman if I don’t have the strength?» they laughed a genuine laugh. They were the two biggest fuck boys of the bar and will always try to get in your pants, but your loved them to death either way.

-///-

The bar was almost empty, only the regulars left, and it was close to closing time, only you and Tommy were there now. The bouncers had gone home and so had Leah and Carmen (the barbackers). Tommy was doing the counting by the bar while you were cleaning the bar. The paper you got from Natasha, the redheaded undercover cop, living in your back pocket. You had to check it constantly, making sure it hadn’t magically disappeared. Paul and John reappeared, «ten beers sexy mama!» John shouted, you looked at him and laughed. «Bar is closed, go home guys,» they whined, but stopped once someone stepped beside them. «You should listen to her,» someone said. You looked up and saw the redheaded beauty, she was holding up her police badge. They looked at each other before storming out. «Yeah you better run!» you said before looking at the redhead. «Couldn’t wait to have me huh?» you smirked as she shrugged leaning against the opposite side of where you were standing.

«what’s your drink?» she sat down, tilting her eyebrow, «not a pickup line? wow, surprising,» she said, looking at the menu. You cleared your throat «A drink to satisfy your thirst… or your needs?» you spoke, dropping down in a low voice for the last part. She looked up at you as you looked her up and down. She blushed a little and you smirked, «yeah I still got it,» you said to yourself. She chuckled, «I’ll have a martini, please,» you raised your eyebrow, «careful, that one has a reputation,» you said as you started mixing. «So what’s your name?» she asked. Oh she was just falling into your traps.

«well, you won’t remember yours after tonight so might as well take my name, which is something you will remember,» she blushed deeply and shifted in her chair. «It’s Y/n,» you said as you started shaking. «I’m-« «wait, I want to guess,» you said, pausing your shaking as you looked at her in the eyes. «Go for it,» you got out a chilled glass and cut a lemon swirl. «I’m not sure about the first name, but your last name is definitely Y/l/n,» she shook her head, looking at your face features. «Hm, that’s weird, I must be in the future because I’m pretty sure you take my last name,» she giggled as you poured her drink. «Here you go, Natasha,» she looked at you. «How did you-?» «I asked the bouncer,»

She sipped her drink as Tommy came out, «oh hey she came back,» you rolled your eyes as you cleaned the bar and shakers again. «She couldn’t stop thinking about me,» you replied. She rolled her eyes playfully and took another sip. Tommy walked over to you and gave you the night’s revenue and tips. «Dude how did we only get 40 dollars in tip?» you asked him, and then looked at Natasha. «I think the redhead has something to say about it,» Natasha looked at you and Tommy clueless. «You arrested our biggest tipper, tipping after every drink. You took our David!» you huffed, «and here I was hoping I could use your cuffs on you,» you pouted, making her eyebrow perk under her glass. «Y/n, you need to calm down, you’re gonna make someone wet,» Tommy said, you smacked his arm. «Leave,» you told him, «I’ll lock up,» «yeah lock up her,» you chuckled and rolled your eyes before he grabbed his jacket and left. You and Natasha chatted for a bit until the place was empty, and the DJ had left. You made her another drink before walking to lock the doors and checking the bathroom for people. When you got back she had taken her green jacket off, now in black jeans and a black singlet. Her shoulder holster on the side of the bar with her gun snugly in place. Her back was strong and it made your knees weak as you walked back behind the bar.

You leaned on the counter, and looked at her. «So, you don’t have your cuffs?» you asked, nonchalantly. You both started laughing. That’s when she grabbed her holster. You immediately pulled your hands up, «wow!» she looked at you, deadpan. Natasha grabbed a pair of cuffs from them and placing them on the bar. You raised your brow, humming. You grabbed two shot glasses. «Tequila?» you asked, «sure,» she smiled. You gave her the shot with a lemon and salt. She drank the last of her drink and took the shot right away. You smirked, she looked at you with a confused expression. «What?» «you swallow well… do another,» you smirked, pouring another shot in the glass. Natasha shifted in her chair again, definitely feeling hot. She’d never met someone like you. And she was hooked on the feeling. The way you held yourself even after a long night. Your laugh and confidence.

You gave her the shot glass. «Don’t drink it yet,» «why?» she took it and placed it on the table and then looked at you. You left the bar and walked to her. «Do you trust me?» you asked her, «should I?» «do you want to have fun?» you grabbed her chin gently, your thumb brushing her bottom lip. She nodded making you smirk. You stood behind her and grabbed the cuffs, gently grabbing her hands and cuffing them behind her back. «What are you doing, y/n?» she asked. You bent over to her ear, licking behind it before whispering, «tell me to stop and I will,» you could practically feel the heat from her cheeks, she let out a shaky breath. She didn’t answer so you kept going. You sat down on the bar, her shot glass in your hand. You rested your legs on her thighs. Your breasts and her eyes at the same height. Natasha smirked, looking at them. «My eyes are up here,» you say, «they were the ones staring at me,» she defended, making you giggle. You placed the glass between your legs, close to your crotch. She bit her lip. You grabbed her bottom lip, surprising her. You pushed your thumb gently into her mouth. Natasha let you, she swirled her tongue around it, keeping eye contact. «Such a good girl,» you whispered, your eyes dull and dark. She looked so pretty like this, can’t wait to hear her. You retracted your thumb and dragged it down your cleavage, then pouring salt on it. «Oh I see what you’re planning,» Natasha muttered, moving a bit closer to you. You looked down at her, your eyes dark and full of lust as you placed the lemon in your mouth, facing outwards.

Natasha leaned in and licked up your cleavage slowly. You let out a hum and grabbed her hair, pushing her down to your crotch. She grabbed the shot glass between her teeth, tilting her head up. You held the glass so it wouldn’t fall into her mouth, retracting it when it was empty. She hummed and swallowed, eating the lemon while holding eye contact with you. Your hands rested on her shoulders. Your breathing quickened a bit, her eyes mesmerizing you. You gently played with her hair, you got goosebumps from her. She definitely noticed the change in your posture and how much she affected you. She dropped the lemon and looked at you. «How was that?» she breathed, her lips so close to yours. The room was quiet and all you could hear was your heartbeat, you looked down at her lips then her eyes. «Good, but this will be better,» you whispered before cupping her cheeks and pulling her into you. Your lips connected, hers were so soft, just like you suspected. They were sour as well. She gasped when you pulled her hair, and you dipped your tongue in, making her hum in pleasure. The tequila on her tongue was strong, making you scrunch your nose. You dropped down into her lap, basically squatting. Then you felt her hands on your ass making you pull away, «what?» you asked, looking at her hands. «You need better practice, also I’m a cop,» you smiled in response only, she was something alright. She put the cuffs on the counter and pulled you in. You both smiled into the kiss.

She grabbed your waist and you could feel her strength, it was nothing to joke about. Natasha gave you a small soft moan into the kiss, giving you goosebumps and one thought. You had to hear more of her sounds. One of your hands slipped to the back of her neck pulling her in deeper. Her hands moved to your sports bra, her fingers tugging on it. You pulled away and let her pull it over your head. The bra landing somewhere behind the bar, her hands moved up to cup them. «Fuck, they’re perfect,» now it was your turn to blush. She smirked, and god you could not get enough of that look, it was making your knees go weak. It was a good thing you were sitting in her lap, otherwise you’d probably fall. «You’re sweet,» you mumbled, she looked up at you with a smile. She then grabbed your ass again, a bit more force this time, pulling you closer to you then her lips attacked your chest. You moaned and bucked your hips «Fuck, Tasha, wait-« she stopped and looked up at you. «What’s wrong?» she asked, her hands going to your thighs, stroking them from the knees and up. She froze and looked between your legs, a clear bulge showing. «Oh…» she blushed hard, making you smirk. «Is that a problem?» you asked, grabbing her chin forcing her eyes to move to meet your eyes. She gently shook her head, «not at all,» she whispered, her fingers going to unbutton your pants in a hurry. You got off her lap and pulled your pants down to your ankles, «please, I’ve been wet since you gave me the water,» you groaned, and unbuttoned her pants and pulled the down along with her panties. She was nicely trimmed, the carpet a darker red than the drapes.

You picked her up and placed her down on a clean table, sitting down on your knees between her legs. Her slit glistening in the dim bar light. «Fuck, Tasha, you’re a treasure,» you mumble as you licked big strokes over her cunt. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. You play with her for a little bit until you can’t wait anymore. You stood up and moved your hands around her thigh, pulling her closer to the edge making her grunt. In a swift motion, you pull your boxers down. While so, she removed her singlet, you ogled at her breasts. She smirks, pulling her down a little so her cunt was rubbing against your tip. She moved her hips in an eight motion to get you out of your trans. «Baby…» she spoke softly, her voice rasped and you looked up at her. God that voice alone could make you hard. «Sorry, I love boobs,» you said, making her giggle. She moved up on her elbows as you leaning over to unhook her bra, you took it off her, arm by arm and placed it on the chair beside you. Your mouth watered at the sight, «oh my god,» you mumbled, gently grabbing them like they were fragile. She rolled her eyes, «you can be a creep about them another time, now please, please,» she started to beg, you kissed her to keep her quiet.

She hummed in delight, then you pulled away, still keeping her close. Wait, there’s gonna be another time?» «y/n!!» she whined. «Okay, sorry sorry,» she giggled and looked at you, admiring you from where she was laying. «Wait condom,» you said, about to walk off but she hooked her legs around your waist. «I want you raw,» she whispered. You almost growled at the thought, «how’s your cycle?» you ask her, you fingers stroking her legs. «believe me, you’re good. Now please, how much do I have to beg for you to fuck me,» you smirked and kissed her knee gently, your fingers playing with the hairs on the back of her thighs. «A little more,» you whispered, your right hand moving to place her leg up to your shoulder, you did the same with the other. «Don’t lean forward with me like this, you’re gonna make me fart, and soon queef,» she warned you, making you laugh, «I don’t care, as long as you continue to look this pretty» she smiled then put her feet under your arms, hooking around shoulders by your armpits, pulling you closer. «Can you please, please fuck me now?»

You lined yourself up and then gently pushed yourself in. Natasha’s shoulder relaxed as her mouth opened and her eyes fell closed. You watched her face, as you continued to push in, only stopping when she groaned and scrunched up her face. You grabbed her hand, caressing it in yours as you continued to push it. «That’s it, take me,» you spoke and she moaned in response, squeezing your hand. Your other hand grabbed her waist, pulling her further onto you.

«Fuck, y/n/n,» she groaned opening her eyes. You looked down at how your thick shaft slid inside of her. «It hurts,» you heard her whisper. You looked up at her, squeezing her hand. «You’re okay, let me know when I can move,»

You took the time to admire her, checking out the freckles and moles on her body. Her stomach moved slowly up and down, following her chest. Her eyes was closed and her teeth were biting her lower lip. Your hands moved to her stomach, stroking it gently. «You’re so stunning,» she hummed. «You’re so big,» she responded. You chuckled, making her moan from the movement of your laugh. «You can move, slowly,» she whispered. And you did just that, you moved gently. Squeezing her hand again she looked at you and spoke between breathes «you’re so - gentle,» you smiled, kissing her calf. «Not always…» you let go of her hand, holding her slim waist and pushing in extra deep. Her mouth opened wider and a throaty moan escaped her. «Jesus, do that again,» you moaned yourself and noticed her her lip twitching upwards. «Fuck me in the ass and you’ll die from the noises I’ll make for you, baby,» you moaned loudly at the thought and moved faster. She arched her back and bucket her hips, «yes, yes continue, more,» you moved faster the more she begged. She moaned loudly, her voice cracking. Natasha grabbed the edge of the table to steady herself. You pushed her legs forward, surprised by her flexibility. Her knees touched her chest as they moved in and out, your thrusts deep and fast, testing your lung capacity. Her walls squeezed you, bucking her hips. «Fuck, Tasha you’ll be the end of me,» you grunted, moving a hand to play with her clit. This almost broke her, she panted and made noises no man should ever hear. It made you go crazy.

«Baby I’m cl-lose!» she whined and wiggled, her hips bucking into your hand. «Me too,» you said, keeping your pace when you hit her most sensitive spot. Natasha sat up, her weight fully supported by her ass. You held under her knees, using them to hold her in place. Her hands holding her up as they were supporting her from behind her. She threw he head back, screaming your name as she came. You didn’t slow down, no, in fact you went faster. Natasha was a sweaty mess as she started seeing spots. Her eyes were as wide open as her mouth. You held eye contact with her, biting your bottom lip. You grabbed around her and pulled her into you, grunting and groaning as she moaned into your ear. «Y/n… y/n, y/n!» she squealed, her toes curling, eyes tight shut and mouth as open as it could be. She threw her head back as you felt the wet liquid squirting out of her and onto your stomach. You moaned, thinking of pulling out to cum on her stomach. Natasha stopped you, before you could even start, «Cum in me-e-e-e,» she moaned in a high pitched voice, her voice affected by your quick harsh thrusts. She had no energy left in her as she let you use her.

You came hard into her, kissing her deeply as you slowed down once you were done. You continued to kiss her sweetly before pulling away. «Fuck, I’m sorry, you said cum and I-« «I wanted you to,» she cut you off, adjusting herself as her ass started to hurt from the hard table. You smiled softly and kissed her neck, she hummed. «I can’t go again, not right now,» she whispered, afraid to disappoint you. You only smiled, taking in her scent before pulling out, making her whine at the loss. «Don’t worry, strawberry,» you spoke and took a step away. Natasha let her thighs rest on the table, only now realizing how the alcohol had affected her.

«Do you live far from here?» you asked, jumping over to the bar as your boxers and pants were at your legs. You grabbed some paper towel to dry your stomach, thighs and dick. «Unfortunately, yes. And I can’t drive,» she mumbled, standing up, her legs shaking. You pulled up your boxers then her pants, grabbing a glass and filling it with water «Oh fuck,» she grabbed the table for support. You drank the whole thing before refilling it, then walking up to her, placing the glass on the table. Your hand was wrapped around her stomach from behind to hold her upright. She let go of the table and leaned into you and grabbed the glass. She drank it slowly before holding the table again. You crouched down, your cum slowly leaking out of her legs, making your cock twitch at the sight.