occupation: smut reblogger

You're pretty laying underneath her. Naked, sweat making your skin sheen as Karlach stands back on her knees and fucks you on your back. Your chest bounces every time your ass meets the thrust of her own hips, your voice trembling as she gets into proper pace to fuck you.

She gives you a wicked little smile, watching with abject fondness as her cock slides into you again. Shiny with your arousal, your cunt is tight with resistance even as she goes slow. You mewl, your hands reaching to push against Karlach's abs.

"Too much, Karlach, can't—" You gasp as she bullies the swollen head back into you. "S-senstive,"

"Didn't take you for such a quitter, soldier. You were just begging for it and now it's too much," She goads, fucking you deeper. You groan as your spine arches, nails scratching at her waist. "Try a little harder, baby."

Your voice breaks into a pathetic moan, weakly trying to push her out. Legs shaking as she fucks another inch into you. You're so wet she can hear it, hear how soft your pussy gets trying to accommodate around her length. Whimpering you close your eyes and shake your head.

"Too much. I c-can't cum again, can't."

Fuck you're delightful. It's nice when Karlach gets the chance to render you as helpless as you always make her feel. Pitiful and tender, she hums a little as she bottoms out again. Her eyes go lidded with want as she looks at the place in where she's inside of you, stretching your tight little hole. Fucking pretty thing you are. Pretty face and pretty heart and the prettiest pussy she's ever seen in her life. She's mesmerized how something so big can fill something so small. You stretch around her cock so well, so perfect.

"Of course you can." She murmurs. Hot hands curl around your wrists, your arms straightening out in front of you as Karlach holds them. Your fingers brush against your abdomen again but don't find the same purchase as Karlach holds you down. "A little more and you'll make another mess for me to clean up like always, huh?"

"Karlach," You whine, your eyes fluttering open. Your lashes are wet with overstimulated tears, mouth curled in a soft and pouty flush. "Karlach,"

She laughs, sharp teeth showing as she rolls her hips - undulating slower. A soft pace to ease you into it again. She knows just the right angles. You like two ways. Hard and heavy, her hips fucking into yours

She steals a glance at your desperate face and settles on the latter. "I'm right here, pretty girl. And I'm not going anywhere, either. Now hold on,"

It's the most she spares as a warning before she sets a brutal pace. She use your hands for purchase as she pulls her cock out, and thrusts all the way back in with a loud, unforgiving groan. Her clit digs into the leather backing of the strap when she does, delicious friction making her head feel numb.

You cry out as she thrusts deep and hard, cock buried to the hilt again.

She keeps the same brutal, unforgiving pace. The room sounds with the weight of her thrusts, skin smacking against skin and the soft internal whirr of her engine noisy. Lewd, wet sounds mix with the visual of you laid underneath her, tits bouncing with every smack of hips.

She throws her head back back, euphoria washing over her in a haze.

"Fuck yeah, that's it baby. Feels good. Feeling me right in your stomach?"

You nod deliriously as your hand curls into a fist, struggling to keep up. She laughs at you as she ducks her head to meet your mouth. You kiss her with immediate fervor chasing her lips aimlessly while she fucks you hard and deep.

Her name sounds so good from your mouth, she doesn't think she'll ever get sick of it.

You're pretty laying underneath her. Naked, sweat making your skin sheen as Karlach stands back on her knees and fucks you on your back. Your chest bounces every time your ass meets the thrust of her own hips, your voice trembling as she gets into proper pace to fuck you.

She gives you a wicked little smile, watching with abject fondness as her cock slides into you again. Shiny with your arousal, your cunt is tight with resistance even as she goes slow. You mewl, your hands reaching to push against Karlach's abs.

"Too much, Karlach, can't—" You gasp as she bullies the swollen head back into you. "S-senstive,"

"Didn't take you for such a quitter, soldier. You were just begging for it and now it's too much," She goads, fucking you deeper. You groan as your spine arches, nails scratching at her waist. "Try a little harder, baby."

Your voice breaks into a pathetic moan, weakly trying to push her out. Legs shaking as she fucks another inch into you. You're so wet she can hear it, hear how soft your pussy gets trying to accommodate around her length. Whimpering you close your eyes and shake your head.

"Too much. I c-can't cum again, can't."

Fuck you're delightful. It's nice when Karlach gets the chance to render you as helpless as you always make her feel. Pitiful and tender, she hums a little as she bottoms out again. Her eyes go lidded with want as she looks at the place in where she's inside of you, stretching your tight little hole. Fucking pretty thing you are. Pretty face and pretty heart and the prettiest pussy she's ever seen in her life. She's mesmerized how something so big can fill something so small. You stretch around her cock so well, so perfect.

"Of course you can." She murmurs. Hot hands curl around your wrists, your arms straightening out in front of you as Karlach holds them. Your fingers brush against your abdomen again but don't find the same purchase as Karlach holds you down. "A little more and you'll make another mess for me to clean up like always, huh?"

"Karlach," You whine, your eyes fluttering open. Your lashes are wet with overstimulated tears, mouth curled in a soft and pouty flush. "Karlach,"

She laughs, sharp teeth showing as she rolls her hips - undulating slower. A soft pace to ease you into it again. She knows just the right angles. You like two ways. Hard and heavy, her hips fucking into yours

She steals a glance at your desperate face and settles on the latter. "I'm right here, pretty girl. And I'm not going anywhere, either. Now hold on,"

It's the most she spares as a warning before she sets a brutal pace. She use your hands for purchase as she pulls her cock out, and thrusts all the way back in with a loud, unforgiving groan. Her clit digs into the leather backing of the strap when she does, delicious friction making her head feel numb.

You cry out as she thrusts deep and hard, cock buried to the hilt again.

She keeps the same brutal, unforgiving pace. The room sounds with the weight of her thrusts, skin smacking against skin and the soft internal whirr of her engine noisy. Lewd, wet sounds mix with the visual of you laid underneath her, tits bouncing with every smack of hips.

She throws her head back back, euphoria washing over her in a haze.

"Fuck yeah, that's it baby. Feels good. Feeling me right in your stomach?"

You nod deliriously as your hand curls into a fist, struggling to keep up. She laughs at you as she ducks her head to meet your mouth. You kiss her with immediate fervor chasing her lips aimlessly while she fucks you hard and deep.

Her name sounds so good from your mouth, she doesn't think she'll ever get sick of it.

Usually she uses it to tap on your clit while she's eating you out and she can do that now too, while keeping pinned down under her because she knows how much you want this

If you're gonna be a brat she'll have to put in a little more strength into keeping you still

Being horny is no excuse for getting yourself hurt

When she pins you down under her it makes you want to struggle even more just to feel her power over you

You can feel the fire in her touch, in her lips as they smile against your skin, and yes, her tail as she pushes it inside of you

Makes you feel much more full then her fingers or tongue

But at the same time she needs to thrust slowly to not hurt you

Another thing she can do is keep her tail still inside of you so your pussy isn't empty while she rubs warm circles on your clit

★ Lae’zel

She has your hands tied behind your back, the rough rope cutting into your wrists, your bare chest on display as she bites and sucks hickeys into your neck and breasts, circling your nipples with her tongue.

You throw your head back, squeezing your eyes and biting your lip as mewls leave your lips. You feel her fangs nip into into your soft skin, breaking the skin every now and then, the sting sending bolts of arousal down to your cunt, your clit aches from the lack of attention. Your eyes flutter open at the sudden cold sensation, you look down to meet lae’zels sharp gaze, she grips your waist pulling you forward to rest on her thighs. she leans back onto her elbows, giving you a sultry look. You understand what she’s asking, you shuffle up to hover above her face, you pause for a moment, the familiar feeling of anxiety filling your chest. Your thoughts are pulled away from you as Lae’zel grips your hips, her nails slightly digging in “Sit.” She growls, it sends butterflies racing through your stomach. You slowly bring yourself to rest on her face, your clit sits directly on her nose, you gasp at the pressure, your legs going weak, you sit your full weight on her face, you feel the beginning of a grin before she starts to nip at your clit, bringing her fingers up she starts to tease your slit, you moan lewdly as the warm feeling pulses through your cunt and abdomen, she spreads your folds and starts to push her fingers into your cunt before scissoring them, spreading you open. Your moans increase in volume.

The feeling of her fingers stuffing you full and her teeth grazing against your clit makes your head hazy, your vision blurs as the warmth spreads through your body and the coil in your stomach starts to tighten, threatening to snap.

She pushes her fingers in up to her knuckles and curls them at the same time she scrapes her canines onto your clit.

The coil snaps and you throw your head back, scrunching your face in pleasure, your cum gushing into her face, she laps up every drop of it.

★ Shadowheart

She brings a lacy blindfold over your eyes, tying it behind your head and tugging it slightly. “Is it too tight?” She asks softly. You shake your head “words please.” She corrects, “no, it’s not to tight” you assure. “Good” she purrs raking her nails down your bare body, sending shivers down your spine.

She lays down, bringing her face between your thighs but not before grabbing a cube of ice from the small bowl beside her, she glides the ice around the inside of your thighs, making you moan and whine as the ice gets closer to your cunt but never quite providing the stimulation you yearn for.

She chuckles at your impatience before bringing the ice cube between your folds rubbing it up to your clit and down to your slit continuously, you buck your hips and she pinches your hip, tutting “no moving.” She scolds, her tone making your hole clench around nothing. She dives her head down between your thighs, lapping at your cunt. The ice cube moving with her tongue. Your thighs tense and flex at the stimulation on your cunt.

She hooks your thighs over her shoulders before leaning back bringing you onto her face, she sucks and nibbles on your clit. Her fingers trail up your legs until they reach your cunt, she takes the almost melted ice cube and inserts it into your cunt, before taking another ice cube from the bowl and teases your slit before inserting it alongside her fingers. You moan and mewl, gripping at the bed roll.

She chuckles, sending vibrations to your clit as she thrusts and curls her fingers in your cunt, making you gush around her fingers, desperately chasing your orgasm.

Her tongue flicks and swirls around your clit, making your cunt tingle with desire, your back arches as you hump her fingers subtly, she smirks at this and removes her lips from your clit, making you whine at the loss of attention on your clit, your whine turns into an unexpected gasp of pleasure as she starts to thumb your clit in tight circles, pressing down on the nub.

She sucks and licks all around your cunt, your head spins from the feeling of her fingers pumping in and out of your cunt joint with her thumbing your clit and licking your folds, you grip her hair in your shaking hands “S-Shadowheart, fuck m’gonna!..” your cut off as your cunt convulses around her fingers and shockwaves of pleasure crash into you. your back arches into a deep curve as your cum soaks her hand and forearms, she rubs languid strokes onto your clit as you come down from your orgasm.

★Karlach

Your thighs squeeze around her head as she growls into your cunt, the vibrations making your hole clench around her tongue “fuck, look at this pretty pussy” she groans. your puffy cunt, slick with your cum from your previous orgasms gleams in the candlelight.

“K-Karlach..” your mewl, your hips stuttering as you hump against her face, your clit bumping against her nose with every roll of your hips. “Taste so good baby” she mewls, her big arms curling around your thighs to lock you against her face as she sucks your clit, her tongue darting out to trace your slit every so often.

Your hips buck, starting to ride her face. You feel her grin as she circles your hole with her tongue, dipping it into your slick cunt, moaning at your taste on her tongue. “That’s it, ride my face” her voice muffled by your cunt, you barely hear her, desperately chasing your orgasm. You feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten as your abdomen flexes.

“Come on, you can give me one more, can’t you?” She teases.

You whimper, the tone of her voice making your cunt desperate for release, “Karlach please” you whine as your hips start to jerk with every grind against her hot mouth.

She palms your ass with her hands, slapping it and stroking the red marks she leaves from her big, calloused hands.

The pain sending arousal to your clit, puffy from the lack of attention, “aw, does this pretty little clit want some attention” she coos, moving a hand from your ass to pinch your clit, rolling the nub between her thumb and index. Your eyes roll to the back of your head from the friction against your sensitive clit.

Your toes curl as your thighs start to tremble, her mouth hot against your cunt with the rough pads of her fingers rubbing against your clit.

Your head spins as a new unfamiliar feeling of desire pulses through your cunt, realisation comes to you through your foggy thoughts “fuck- karlach I-I think m’gonna squ-“ your cut off as your eyes roll back and your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape.

“you know me so well.” you coo, giving rafe another peck on the lips as he goes to the back of his truck, pulling out his tackle box and fishing pole. you keep the door open until you reach over from your passenger seat and turn the truck on, allowing you to roll down the window.

you wave at barry when he notices you in the backseat. “brought sweetheart fishing?” he questions, making rafe let out a grunt, while you just giggle.

barry loves to flirt with you in front of rafe, because he gets pissed and you get so shy, always ducking your head or hiding behind rafe.

“just watching.” you shrug, adjusting yourself so you're comfortable, glad the side of the road is so close to the river bank, letting you stay in the truck but still be close enough to listen to rafe and barry as they chat.

“fish on.” rafe calls out, huffing as he begins to reel. you sit up a little bit, trying to spot the fish in the water before it breaks the surface. your boyfriend hauls it out, a large fish but not a kind he usually keeps.

“wanna hold it?” rafe asks, looking to you.

“no.” you shake your head, hand coming to the lock button on the truck just in case he tries to get closer. “but ill take your picture with it.”

you raise your phone, snapping a picture of rafe with his fish before he undoes the hook from its mouth. he tosses it back into the river, the fish quickly retreating into deeper water.

you send the picture to rafe, knowing the grin on his face is only because of you. he doesn't even bother to check when his phone buzzes in his pocket. all notifications are silenced except for yours, even barrys texts being delivered without notification, only his emergency calls making the phone ring.

you don't even realize that you've fallen asleep leaned against the seatbelt, the warm sun on your face and calming sounds of the river flowing. you only blink your eyes open when the drivers door closes. you rub your eyes and look over to rafe, a gentle smile on his face. “sorry i woke you up.”

“it's okay.” you hum, leaning over the center console, arms circling around rafes shoulders, just wanting to cuddle up to him now that you're awake. “did you catch some more?”

“yeah, some nice bass. put a couple in the cooler if you're feeling up for fish tonight.”

“you wanna know what i want?” you tilt your head to the side, pulling back to look at rafe.

“what?” he hums out, eyes glancing between your lips and meeting your gaze.

“you.” you say before leaning in and capturing his mouth in a kiss, frowning when rafe doesn't reciprocate the way you want him to.

you pull away with an intense pout. “rafeyyy.” you whine out.

“uh, babe-” rafe chuckles, a look of mischief in his eye. you hear someone clear their throat in the back seat. your eyes widen, turning to see barry sitting there with a smirk on his face.

“oh my god!” you squeal, turning forward so the seat blocks your view of barrys goofy grin, covering your red face with your hands. “rafe cameron, why didn’t you say something earlier?” you shout, reaching over to slap him on the arm as he laughs.

“you kissed me before i could say anything!” rafe argues back, still laughing as you turn back to barry and apologize. “hes coming over for dinner.” “okay.” you whisper. you know barry is a drug dealer, and you know rafe is part of it too, but he keeps you as far away as he can from the life of crime, insisting that hes being as safe as possible, only dealing to kooks at parties.

rafe and barry chat, with occasional interjections from you, as rafe drives the truck towards your shared house. you don’t even bother going inside as you all head towards the backyard where rafe has a fish preparing station as well as a full outdoor kitchen with an expensive grill that was your birthday gift to him last year. sure, you paid for it with his credit card, but its the thought that counts.

“gonna take a leak, back in a minute.” barry heads towards the renovated pool house instead of the main home as rafe swings the heavy cooler up onto the counter. “is he staying the night?” you ask. barry always stays in the pool house when he ends up sleeping over, usually because hes too drunk to get himself home. 

“why? afraid you’re not gonna be able to be loud?” the only negative is the pool house is not too far from the glass sliding doors that lead into your bedroom with a view of the backyard and then ocean just beyond the fence you insisted get put up to keep anything from getting in your pool.

“stop it.” you whine, propping yourself up onto a clean spot on the counter. “i want you so bad.”

“well, im making you dinner right now.” rafe shrugs. “you’ll have to be patient.”

“but you promise to fuck me tonight? come on, i don’t know how long i can wait and i don’t want you getting too drunk with barry to fuck.” you complain, feet swinging.

“promise you’ll get off.” rafe says, noting that his words don’t seem to truly please you as you continue to have a scowl on your face. he knows how quickly your attitude turns when you get too needy for him.

“what you want to drink, pretty mama?” barry asks as he emerges from the pool house. 

“hard lemonade.” you bat your eyelashes at barry, moving from your spot on the counter as rafe gets out the fish to prepare it. you hate seeing him cutting into it, so you move to sit on the outdoor sofa instead.

“will never understand how you guys can drink those.” you turn your nose up at the beer barry brings for himself, handing one to rafe.

“jeez, whats gotten into you?” barry lets out a stark laugh, cracking open his beer with his keys before doing the same with your hard lemonade, handing it to you. even with the alcohol diluted, you still don't like the taste as your nose scrunches.

“shes horny.” rafe simply says, not turning away from his preparation.

“rafe, oh my god!” you shout. 

“oh.” barry just smiles at you, inching closer. “she gets bratty when shes horny?” he questions, not even talking to you despite his eyes glazing down your body.

“yeah. feel free to eat her out, man. itll get rid of her attitude while i finish grilling.” rafe says it so nonchalantly it takes both of you a second to realize he’s serious.

“really rafe?” you question. hes usually the most protective guy there is, always reacting badly when barry flirts with you.

rafe turns to look at the two of you on the couch. “why not? you’re just getting your cunt licked so you can stop being all pissy.”

“maybe because she’s your girl?” barry is just as surprised, though clearly eager from the way he keeps glancing between your thighs, now pressed tighter together.

“you’re not gonna fuck her. she’s not gonna touch your dick. you’re just eating her out.” rafe shrugs. “it’ll be doing me a favor, keeping her busy while i finish our dinner.” “well, i aint gonna argue. what you think sweetheart?” barry turns to you. you glance between him and rafe, only nodding when rafe gives you an encouraging nod. 

“perfect, now take those shorts off, let me see that pussy.” barry grins, gold tooth on display. 

you look to rafe as you stand up, surprised to see him already turned back to gutting his fish. you push your shorts and underwear down with a quick motion. he glances over his shoulder, simply smirking.

“i can’t believe he’s actually okay with this.” you mutter as you sit down, keeping your thighs pushed together as barry moves to his knees.

“just taking care of his girl for him. like how i take care of his drugs or people who fuck with him.” barrys hands come to your thighs, rubbing gently.

“you don’t have to do this though if you don’t want to-” barry can’t even finish his sentence as your legs spread open, revealing a sticky wet mess.

“i-um…” you blush. “i really am horny.” “i see that.” barry clears his throat, his eyes on your pussy. “now, lemme taste that.”

he leans in slowly, giving you a last chance to change your mind before his tongue swipes through your folds, making you shout out. you lean your head against the back of the couch as barry continues dragging his tongue around your cunt, purposely missing the areas you want him most.

“fuck, that’s good.” you moan, watching as rafe moves the prepared fish to the grill, looking over the way barry is hunched on the ground, knees digging into the pavement, his face surprisingly blank of jealousy.

“not as good as your boy though, right?” barry chuckles, hands coming to your cunt, pulling your folds apart to give him a view of your spread hole. 

“no.” you shake your head. it’s true, while barry feels good, he’s nothing compared to rafe. “sorry, bears.” you use the nickname for him reserved for moments when he lets his sweet side show. not often, but you occasionally get it.

“its alright, mamas.” barry shakes his head, eyes glossing over with lust as he sees the way your hole clenches around nothing, begging to be filled. “i know im just getting to eat you out this one time, i’m not gonna waste it.”

he leans in, done teasing as his tongue pushes into your entrance. you let out a moan, reaching down to grip onto barrys hair, undoing his ponytail so it falls into your fists. you hold his face closer as his tongue pushes in and out.

“god, you’re even tight around my tongue.” he groans, switching between kissing your entrance and fucking it with his tongue.

“and you’ll never get to experience it beyond this.” rafe smirks, knowing he’s the only one who gets to fuck you, your first and only. he flips the fish over on the grill, knowing by the look on your face that you’ll  cum by the time its done cooking.

“like having dessert before dinner.” barry slurps at your juices, tongue traveling up to your clit. 

“isnt she the sweetest?” rafe smiles at you, closing the lid of the grill as he gets the table ready, plates and silverware as well as a prepared salad.

“like candy.” barry murmurs, sucking your clit into his mouth, making your back arch as you let out a squeal.

“keep doing that!” you shout out, not caring that your neighbors may hear the way you’re screaming for him. at least the tall wooden fence blocks any view of your exposed sopping wet cunt.

“cum for him.” rafe commands. “dinner is almost ready.”

barry works his hardest, sucking your clit while his tongue simultaneously flicks over it. you try to hold on for a moment longer before your orgasm rips through your body, hips pushing up as you cum with a squeal.

barry switches to gentle licks as your clit pulses, working you through your high until you let go of his hair, pushing his head away as you pant, chest moving rapidly up and down.

“god, that was good.” barry pulls away, wiping his mouth against his sleeve as he stands, looking down at you as he squeezes his clearly hard length through his cargo shorts. 

barry grabs his beer off the table, moving over to take his seat at the outdoor table. you’re surprised how quickly he’s able to return to normal, as if he wasn’t just eating his friends girlfriend out.

“come on, princess.” rafe grabs your shorts, helping you slide them back up your legs. “fish is ready.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, then cheek, then finally against your lips.

“yeah.” you nod, standing and wobbling slightly, rafe wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you to the table until you’re in your seat.

“feeling better?” rafe questions, preparing your plate for you, seeing you still need a moment to recover.

“way better, actually.” you hum, no longer desperate for an orgasm. “thanks barry.”

“just helping my friends out.” he shrugs, lips still slightly glossy.

--

“leave it open.” rafe says as your hand moves to close the large curtain that covers the sliding glass doors. your eyebrows raise as you turn to rafe. 

“barry did you a favor earlier, might as well give him a view.” he smirks, pulling his shirt off.

you glance towards the pool house, rafe of course keeping him supplied with plenty of beers, enough that he was too tipsy to go home. he’s sitting on the bed, eyes meeting yours as the blinds have been left open.

it doesn’t take much longer for rafe to have you kneeling on the bed, tits bouncing as he plunges into you from behind, hands tight on your waist, holding you up on display for barry, stroking himself, his cock just in view through the window.

"o-oh god, yes, faster, p.. please-"

vanessa leaned her right shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed as she stared at your writhing mess on the bed. you had two fingers thrusting in and out of your heat with your eyes shut, desperately trying to satisfy yourself. you imagined vanessa penetrating you with her tongue and let out a moan as you lifted your hips to follow your own thrusts. you took deep breaths every few seconds, the red panties on your nose belonging to vanessa's assisting you in approaching your climax.

you were so horny that you couldn't wait for vanessa to get home to satisfy your needs — she hadn't touched you in weeks. you figured you'd secretly masturbate while vanessa was at work. you were unaware that vanessa had texted you earlier in the day to tell you that her boss had let her off work early for the day because of her recent 'not so satisfactory' work attitude at the police station. you were too busy giving yourself an orgasm to see her text message.

vanessa was already upset that she had to return early, which meant less money in her paycheck, and then to see you masturbating by yourself? she could feel the rage intensifying inside her even more.

"fuck, right there, nessy, please don't stop…"

the pupils in vanessa's grey-blue eyes dilated as you moaned her name, her nails digging harder into her folded arms. the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated your thrusting fingers, glistening with your juices. she didn't think that you'd have the courage to masturbate without her. she'd told you once that she didn't want you to masturbate without her permission.

"i… i'm getting close, ness-"

in the blink of an eye, vanessa's body was beside the bed, her arms gripping your arms to restrain your movements. "don't you dare come, slut." vanessa ordered, giving you a fierce look.

your eyes shot open with fear and immediately met vanessa's icy stare. "nessy, i-i…" you tried to explain, but vanessa cut you off.

"shut the fuck up. you're such a filthy whore, taking pleasure in the smell of my panties. such a needy little thing, aren't you?" vanessa hissed, tightening the hold on your arm.

"n-no, it's not-"

vanessa grabbed the red panties that were on your nose, bunched them up and shoved them into your moving mouth while you tried to reason with her. your jaws slacked open as saliva began to collect in your mouth. you tried to breathe properly through your nose with the fabric in your mouth.

"i told you to shut the fuck up! i return from a bad day at work to find you disobeying me. i told you not to masturbate without my permission, and what do you do? fuck yourself with your fingers like the slut you are."

vanessa knelt on the bed and placed her legs next to your waist, straddling your body. she pulled your fingers out of your heat, shaking her head as she examined your drenched fingers.

"if you want me to stop, grab me by the shoulders, alright?" vanessa spoke softly, temporarily letting go of her dominance to show her compassionate nature. as much as she wanted to please you, she would stop the moment you admitted you were in pain. you nodded in submission, your eyes shining with the need for vanessa to touch you.

"you're a naughty girl, and naughty girls deserve punishment. i will fucking ruin you, and you will take it like the good slut you are." vanessa snarls, regaining her assertiveness. she starts planting wet kisses on your neck, biting down until there are visible hickeys.

vanessa leaned back and stared at your helpless body. she groaned as she looked at your heaving chest, your lustful eyes and your gagged mouth. "you look so pretty, all submissive so that i can have my way with you." she cooed delightedly, a grin on her lips.

vanessa lowered herself, spreading your thighs and laying kisses around your inner thigh. your juices had long overrun your heat and were now pooling below you. you arched your back, desperate for some relief.

vanessa held your thighs open, squeezing them with her fingers. "you look so good soaking wet. is this all for me? you're getting the sheets dirty. maybe i should leave you like this, hmm?" she giggled and looked up to see the look on your face.

"plsh, nwssy-" you whimpered, trying to speak through your gagged mouth whilst grinding against the air, trying to find any some kind of friction.

vanessa stroked your slit with her thumb and collected the wetness. she made a show of sucking her wet thumb and let out a hum. "you taste so sweet. i can't wait to taste more of you." you moaned and slid your hands through her hair. you wanted her to fuck you. you couldn't handle her teasing.

vanessa grabbed your arms, tutting. "no touching. i'm the one in control tonight." you groaned, your eyes watering as your arms fell to the bed. you clenched the sheets as you tried to control yourself, wanting nothing more than to touch her.

your thoughts were interrupted when vanessa brought your legs over her shoulder and sucked on your cunt. you jerked your hips, gasping for air. she concentrated on licking your juices, her hands remaining on your thighs to keep them open. her movements made you moan pathetically loud. you hoped your neighbours wouldn't knock on your door to control the noise. you could feel a cocky smirk on vanessa's lips as she pressed her face against your cunt.

vanessa was eager to see you come undone, so she swivelled her thumb around your clit and inserted her tongue into your folds. vanessa's thrusts against your folds and her nose nudging your clit made you cry out in muffles as the pleasure coursed through your body.

"i can't get enough of your taste," vanessa murmured as her tongue continued to plunge deeper and deeper. it always drove vanessa crazy how your walls held her tongue captive, even when you were as soaking wet as you were now.

you moaned louder as you felt your orgasm approaching, and you gripped the sheets even harder, trying to tell vanessa through your gagged mouth. vanessa felt the walls around her tongue tightening, tightening the grasp on your thigh harder.

"come for me, baby." vanessa hummed, her tongue sending vibrations to your walls. at her command, you screamed against the fabric in your mouth in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your eyes rolling back as your thighs quivered.

vanessa continued to thrust her tongue into you lazily as she helped you ride through your high. when your choked moans became whimpers, she slowly brought her tongue to a stop, gently pulling it out as she felt your walls relax.

vanessa reached up and took the panties out of your mouth. she grasped your jaw and stroked your cheeks tenderly with her thumb. "don't ever masturbate without me again, all right?" she said, kissing you on the forehead.

you looked at her with an embarassed smile, "i- alright, nessy."

vanessa hid her face in the crook of your neck, suddenly feeling shy. she spoke in a soft tone, "i'm sorry i was too rough with you, baby." she breathed in your scent, relaxing against your body as her hands rubbing your shoulders.

you chuckle and sigh contentedly. "it's okay, i deserved it. i'm going to go run you a bath, you stink." you joked with a feigned look of disgust on your face.

vanessa smacked you on the arm, pouting. "i… i don't stink!"

you giggled, breaking free from her hold. "mmm.. sure, babe." you tease and head for the bathroom with an extra sway of on your hips.

vanessa's eyes began to darken with lust again as she looked at your swaying hips, quickly getting out of bed to follow you into the bathroom for a second round.

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"Okay, that's enough."

Natasha states firmly, folding her arms as she looks you over. Despite being married for nearly three years and having two kids, Natasha's finding it hard to understand you now.

You've been off the whole day, constantly looking disappointed and guilty. There's this nagging feeling in the back of Natasha's mind that tries to coerce her into assuming the worse, but she knows better than to let those voices take over her.

"It's nothing," you try to mumble, shying away from your wife's insistent gaze. Your eyes are anywhere but Natasha, flickering, and she swears you're flustered.

It's strange. For someone usually so headstrong and confident, it's definitely bizarre to see you acting like this.

"Tell me what's wrong baby, please," Natasha tries again, trying the gentler approach, pressing a hand on the side of your face, trying to make you turn your head to face her.

It only seems to make things worse, you desperately trying to back away and Natasha trying to move closer.

Just by your luck, the back of your leg knocks into the sofa in the midst of your escape, and you stumble. Natasha catches your wrist, attempting to suspend you and prevent the fall, but you end up pulling her down with you anyway.

That's how you end up laying on the sofa with your wife on top of you, her knee unintentionally pressing into the prominent bulge between your legs, now brought into the limelight.

There's silence for a moment, and you want to crawl into a hole and die, but your wife only lets an amused smirk grow on her face.

She lets a hand trail over the tent in your pants, lightly, and you shudder, letting out a hollow exhale.

"Why were you… embarrassed to tell me?" Natasha asks, cautiously, eyeing the ever-rising boner in your pants. She can’t help the warmth slowly rising between her legs.

You look away ashamedly, before woefully admitting your remorse. "Well, I thought you didn't want to like, have sex anymore. I mean, we've had two kids, and you're always busy, and you- I mean, you never seem to like, initiate it, or whatever. Not like we used to.” your mumbling nearly goes unheard, but Natasha’s keen ears prick up every word.

She tilts her head in a concerned fashion. “Baby, we have children in the house! I can’t just jump your bones every hour of the day like we used to when we were in college.”

"Yeah, I know. This was stupid,” you sigh, more so disappointed in yourself than anything. You lift yourself up from the sofa. “I'm sorry for worrying you, baby. You don't have to-"

Before you can even finish your sentence, Natasha’s pulled off your pants in record timing, hands encircling your thick, throbbing cock. All the air is knocked out of you, as you’re pushed back onto the sofa, and you’re quite sure your heart stops beating for a few moments.

“Nat? What are you- what are you doing?” you question lowly, biting back a gasp when your wife begins to rub her hands up and down your shaft through your boxers.

“Just because I haven’t said it, doesn’t mean I don’t want you inside me, dorogoya.” Natasha grunts, tugging off her own sleeping shorts. “the kids are sleeping upstairs, so everything’ll be fine if we’re quiet. anything you want in particular?” she asks, casually.

Noting the sudden change in the glint of your eye, Natasha smirks, knowing she had a definite answer.

“Shit. I- uh, I’ve kinda had three wet dreams about fucking your tits.” you confess, looking up hopefully into your wife’s viridescent eyes.

Her eyebrows raise. You chuckle awkwardly. Your cock, is still embarrassingly hard.

Before you know it, your wildest dreams have been fulfilled. Natasha is now pinned down under you, chest now exposed to the cool night air. your cock is stuffed in the valley between her tits.

You’re just so obsessed with them, because they’re hers. Soft mounds, so easy for you to wrap your bigger hands around and press kisses all over. As much as you love the little rascals that are you and Natasha’s children, you can’t help but miss the days when you could casually lift up her shirt and absent-mindedly play with your wife's breasts like stressballs.

But now, in the heat of the moment, with Natasha holding her tits and rubbing them up and down your long cock, you can’t quite formulate any coherent thoughts.

You pin down your wife’s sides after a few more minutes of rubbing. “You’re so good for me, sweetheart,” you groan out, beginning to thrust between her tits, slow and deep.

The edge of your cock peeks out at the top of her mounds with each thrust, and it takes everything in Natasha not to moan out loud. She didn’t think she’d be so turned on by this, by your hazy eyes lost in lust, staring at your cock disappearing between her tits.

You get rougher, unknowingly, hypnotised by the way Natasha’s tits shake. Your pre-cum gets smeared all over her tits, and you’re just about to lose it completely.

When Natasha presses a kiss onto the head of your cock, when it emerges through her breasts one last time, you come undone with a long groan, lost in hallucinogenic pleasure.

Your seed goes all over your wife’s ample assets: her pretty tits, her mouth and her face. Natasha smiles breathlessly, looking at you with glittering eyes. She’s so innocently licking off all the cum at the tip of your cock.

“Sorry for acting like a prick, Nat. I love you.”

“Mhm, I’ll forgive you if you do that more often.”

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"Natasha is looking pretty handsy over there with Bruce." Wanda mused from beside you, taking a slow sip from her champagne flute as she leaned on the sofa you were sitting on. You shot the Sokovian a warning glare, "Hey, don't get mad at me, I'm just pointing out an observation." She retracted, putting her hands up in mock surrender.

"Thank you for that." You replied, sarcasm dripping from every word.

The witching was unfazed, only smiling sweetly in return. Her gaze traveled back to your assassin, a low whistle escaping her, "Woah! You seeing this?" She asked, nodding towards the bar.

You followed her gaze back onto Natasha, and saw that the woman had changed position, now leaning suggestively over Bruce. Her short dress had risen up, the fabric just barely covering her ample ass as it did, and her low cut dress front had her breast practically spilling out. The sight sent a pang of arousal through you, but the immediate sight of Bruce right after killed any excitement.

"Your girlfriend sure knows how to put on a show, (Y/N), "Wanda chuckled, tapping the side of her glass with her nails, "half the department can't seem to get their eyes off of her." You went to glare at the brunette again, only to pause when noticing that she was right. The stares of many coworkers could be observed throughout the room, the party atmosphere long forgotten, and all of them had their eyes trained on the Russian beauty leaning over Bruce, your Russian beauty.

Suddenly, you were on your feet.

"Woah?" Wanda exclaimed at the sudden movement, moving to get out of your way as you stalked over to your girlfriend.

The redhead's head turned to you as you approached, "Hey, milyy." Natasha purred, moving to embrace you. You accept her hug, pulling her closer by the waist, tilting her head up and kissing her more passionately than was really needed in public. Your tongue easily slid into her mouth.

"We're leaving." You announced after finally letting her go, controlling the urge to demand it.

Bruce's face fell into disappointment.

The redhead pulled back, frowning, lips already swollen from the kiss, "We can't leave yet. Fury said we had to stay the whole time." She protested, despite her initial reservation from coming in the first place.

Bruce perked up, "That's right, Director Fury insisted that we-"

"Was I talking to you?" You growled at Bruce, making the man shrink, "I didn't think so. Tasha, we're leaving." You repeated, more firmly this time. Natasha studied your face silently, taking in your tense state and jealous glare, a small smile beginning to pull on the corners of her lips.

"I was getting tired anyways." She stated, clearly lying. Grabbing her bag, she intertwined her hands with yours and began pulling you along, "I'll see you tomorrow, Bruce." She called back, glancing over her shoulder.

The man sagged into his seat.

You followed closely behind her, leaning to her ear, "No, you won't." You whispered, letting your hot breath linger, "By the time I'm through with you, you won't be able to walk for a week."

The victorious glint in Natasha's eyes were unmistakable.

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The door to your bedroom barely had time to close before Natasha was on you, lips hungrily kissing you.

"God, I'm so glad you finally got the hint." She muttered between kisses, hands grasping at your clothes. You swiped your tongue on her bottom lip, asking for permission.

"You seemed like you were having fun with Bruce." You retorted back, fighting her tongue for dominance. She easily gave in, no longer in the mood to play, and just in the mood to be ruined.

You let your hands travel to her ass, squeezing purposefully.

She moaned into your mouth, the sound getting lost in the kiss. Her hands made quick work of her dress, the fabric pooling at her feet. Kicking it aside, she reached for your clothes, but you slapped her hand away.

“Oh no darling, I’ll be keeping my clothes on.” You husked out, smiling with hidden amusement. Confusion blossomed inside Natasha’s green eyes.

Ignoring it, you led her to the bathroom, pushing her roughly against the sink. A hand went to her chest, pushing her bra up and groping a handful of her breast. The fullness in your hand made you groan in appreciation.

Gently pinching her peaks, your mouth attached itself to her neck, sucking harshly on the skin.

Your other hand skimmed over her abdomen, trailing up and down her length, grazing the band of her panties occasionally, but never dipping lower. Natasha enjoyed your attention to her breasts, but the want in her core was overwhelming. You felt her grow needy underneath you.

“Lower.” She gasped out after a few minutes, already impatient. You briefly considered teasing, but eventually obliged with a hum. Using the side of your thumb, you gently applied pressure over her clothed core, feeling the dampness that has already begun seeping through the fabric.

The action was met with an immediate buckling of Natasha’s hips as she tried to gather more friction from your touch.

“Uh, uh, uh.” You tutted removing your hand completely, much to the disapproval of the redhead. “You were quite a tease tonight at the party, you know. Flirting with Bruce. Swinging your hips like that. Letting him look." You followed the comment with a firm swipe over her clit, earning a sharp gasp from the redhead. "Really putting on a show. Well, if it’s a show you want to put on, then it’s a show you’ll give.”

Natasha turned to look at you in question, but you grabbed onto her jaw, turning her head forward, making her face the mirror in front of her. She took in her kiss swollen lips, erected breasts, and wet panties. She took in her blown pupils and heaving chest as she attempted to regain her breathing. She took in the marks you had just left on her neck and the way you were now staring intensely at her through the mirror, drinking in her disheveled state.

“That’s right, darling, I’ll make you the star of our own private show.” You whispered into her ear, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. You quickly removed her bra, her breast bouncing upon being released. With one hand, you pushed aside her panties and immediately entered a digit inside, giving it a few pumps before adding another.

Natasha moaned in surprise at that sudden intrusion, clenching at the force. Your fingers found the spongy interior, earning a strangled gasp at the contact, and with each curl, elicited a whimper from the assassin.

Each whimpers sent a delicious rush through you, making you unbelievably aroused, but you wanted more, “Hmm, no. This won’t do that all.” You said to yourself.

And just like that, Natasha was left empty again as your fingers were withdrawn, her pussy clenching around air.

There was the sound of clothes being shuffled around, and soon, something hard was being pressed between the Russian’s legs, firm against her core. The tip of a large strap could now be seen peeking between her thighs. Nimble hands pulled Natasha’s ruined panties all the way down, and the strap returned to its place between her lower lips, this time directly rubbing against the slit.

You inspected the scene before you in the mirror, still unsatisfied. Impatient as always, Natasha began to rock against the length of the strap, letting out a satisfied moan when the ridges along the silicone brushed all the right spots.

With a sudden force, you swiftly lifted one of her legs into the air, using the bathroom counter for support.

A wide smile spread across your face, the view in the mirror finally to your satisfaction, “Much better.” You affirmed with pride. Natasha was about to ask you what you meant when her eyes caught sight of her pussy in the mirror, completely exposed and dripping.

Embarrassment flushed through her body.

"Look at you, my horny little slut." You purred, happy with the redness flushing through her face, "Is this all for me?" You asked innocently, rocking your hips so that the strap could move along her slit, her arousal covering the length with a shiny sheen. With a small jerk, you angled the cock so that it brushed against her clit.

The unholy moan was music to your ears, "Fuck." Natasha gasped out involuntarily.

"Sorry?" You asked, "What was that?"

"Fuck." She repeated, "Yes, it's all for you. Just fuck, please, fuck me." She begged.

There was nothing else you needed to hear.

In one smooth movement, you aligned the strap to her core, slowly sinking in, inch by inch. From the way Natasha screamed in pleasure, you would say she approved. And from the view you had, you did too.

As you entered, you watched the silicone disappear into her cunt in the mirror, groaning at the sight of the cock being devoured.

Natasha felt your gaze, and saw you staring at her, her own gaze travelling to the explicit sight.

You pulled out to the tip, snapping back up seconds later, each movement captured perfectly in the mirror. With each rough thrust, you couldn't help but watch the reflection, especially as Natasha's face contorted into pure ecstasy.

"Don't stop. Don't stop." She shouted as your hips met hers, and you promised you wouldn't, increasing your force.

"God you're so perfect." You praised, using your hands to thrust harder into her. Natasha's hands were on the sink, trying to keep her upright, but you moved back, leaning her onto you while guiding her hands to her clit. The assassin understood the assignment, rubbing tight circles as she chased her high, "My perfect little slut. You're such a good girl." You whispered, spurring her on.

The sound of skin slapping against skin was only met with the whorish moans from Natasha. Setting an unrelenting pace, you ruthlessly pounded into her. As her movements got sloppier around her clit, you knew she was getting closer. Her own hands began faltering at their task, so ever the pleaser, you lend one of yours.