The dim glow of the neon signs out on the street flickered through the window, casting hazy red lines across your shared bed. Thanos sat at the edge, rolling a cigarette between his fingers, the rough pads of his thumb pressing against the paper as if lost in thought.

“You sure about this?” His voice was deep, rasping with the weight of someone who had seen too much. He didn’t look at you right away, his dark eyes scanning the floor instead, as if giving you space to change your mind. You swallowed, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you. “Yeah. I am.”

That made him pause. Thanos wasn’t a man who hesitated often, but something about this—about you—made him move slower, more deliberate. He finally turned, setting the unlit cigarette aside before reaching out. His hand cupped your cheek, rough callouses dragging lightly against your skin. “I ain’t the kind of guy who does this ‘sweetly.’ His thumb brushed over your lower lip, gaze flickering with something unreadable. “But I can be careful.”

A shiver ran through you, nerves mixing with anticipation. “I trust you.” That was all it took. Su-bong let out a low sigh, as if shaking off whatever restraint was left in him. He pulled you closer, his warmth grounding you even as your heart raced. There was nothing rushed, nothing careless. For once, the man known as Thanos wasn’t taking—he was giving. And for the first time, you weren’t afraid to let yourself fall.

He let's his hand wander, his fingers softly tilting your chin up. The kiss starts slow—gentle, coaxing—before deepening, his tongue teasing against yours. His hands slide down your arms, tracing over your wrists before pulling you against him.

You shiver as his hands find the hem of your shirt, pushing it up inch by inch. "Lift your arms," he whispers. You obey, and the fabric is gone in seconds. His gaze lingers on your newly exposed skin, hunger flickering in his eyes , as he starts to plant little kisses all over. His fingers trail over your stomach, down to your hips, before slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. Thanos pauses, searching your face for hesitation. "Still with me?"

You nod, breathless.

With one swift movement he also removes your pants off you , Thanos takes a step back and admires what he just discovered. "I don't say this with a real meaning often , but you're beautiful , very beautiful to be honest".

He eases you back onto the bed, his lips tracing a slow, deliberate path down your chest. With skilled fingers, he unclasps your bra, sliding it off with practiced ease. His mouth latches onto your breast, lips warm and wet, tongue circling your nipple in lazy, teasing strokes. Each flick sends a spark straight between your thighs. He doesn’t stop there. His kisses travel lower, grazing over your ribs, dipping to your stomach. With every press of his lips, he leaves his mark—soft nips, lingering heat—claiming every inch of you.

His lips travel lower, grazing over your ribs and dipping to your stomach, each kiss lingering just long enough to make you squirm beneath him. His fingers skim along the edge of your panties, teasing, not yet giving you what you need."

"You're already trembling," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. "I’ve barely even touched you." Your breath catches as he hooks his fingers into the fabric, sliding it down slowly. He watches your expression, drinking in every flicker of anticipation.

The way you press your thighs together doesn’t go unnoticed. "Open up for me, sweetheart,"he coaxes, softly but his voice is low and commanding, with an edge of tenderness. "Let me see all of you."

Your heart begins to race in your chest. You part your thighs hesitantly, feeling exposed under his dark, heated gaze. "Good girl," he praises, running his hands over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. His fingers trail upward, barely brushing over your core, enough to send a shiver through you—but not enough to satisfy.

You let out a quiet whimper, hips shifting slightly. He chuckles, clearly pleased by your sudden reaction. "So desperate already?" He dips a single finger between your folds, just teasing, gathering the slickness there before withdrawing again.

You bite your lip, frustration mixing with anticipation. "P-please..." His smirk deepens, but there’s warmth in his eyes. "Patience, sweetheart. I want to feel you come undone first." He leans in, pressing a lingering kiss just above where you need him most, his breath hot against your skin. Then, with agonizing slowness, he lowers his mouth.

His breath is warm against your most sensitive spot, the anticipation making every nerve in your body stand on edge. You barely have time to process the feeling before his tongue flicks out—just once, barely a touch—before pulling away again. The gasp that leaves your lips is embarrassingly needy.

"Mmm," he hums, satisfied. "You’re so sensitive. I wonder… how much more can you take?" Your fingers clutch at the sheets as his tongue moves again, this time with more purpose. He starts slow, dragging the wet heat of his mouth over you in slow, torturous strokes. His hands grip your thighs, keeping you open for him, completely at his mercy. "You taste so sweet, sweetheart," he murmurs between kisses, his voice thick with desire.

"I could stay here all night." Your mind feels hazy, lost in the unfamiliar but intoxicating sensations. You’ve never felt anything like this before—each stroke of his tongue sends a pulse of pleasure straight through you, leaving you breathless and trembling. Your hips buck slightly, chasing the feeling, but he immediately presses them back down with firm hands. "Ah, ah," he chides, amusement lacing his tone.

"Look at you, already so eager. But I’m in charge here, remember?" You bite your lip, embarrassed but unable to stop the soft whimper that escapes you when he flattens his tongue against you, applying more pressure. A tightness starts to build deep in your stomach, unfamiliar but overwhelming, and it only grows stronger as he adds a single finger, pressing inside you with slow, deliberate care.

"You’re so tight," he groans, his voice strained with restraint. "Relax for me, sweetheart. Let me in." His finger moves slowly at first, curling just right, coaxing pleasure from you with every stroke. His mouth never stops—lapping, teasing, driving you higher until the tension inside you coils impossibly tight. "That’s it," he breathes against you, feeling the way you tighten around him.

"Let go, sweetheart. Let me feel you fall apart." The pressure snaps. A cry leaves your lips as pleasure crashes over you, wave after wave rolling through your body. Your thighs tremble, fingers tangled in the sheets as you struggle to process the intensity of it all. He doesn't stop—not yet. He works you through it, tongue and fingers moving just enough to prolong your high, until the pleasure turns into oversensitivity and you're forced to whimper his name.

Only then does he finally pull away, lips glistening as he looks up at you with dark, heated eyes. "So beautiful," he murmurs, crawling back up your body to capture your lips in a deep, lingering kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue, but you’re too dazed to feel shy about it. "You’re not done yet, sweetheart," he whispers against your lips.

Your whole body trembles as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through you, leaving you breathless and weak beneath him. Every nerve feels alight, oversensitive, but your mind is hazy, floating in the warmth of his touch.

He watches you, drinking in the sight of your blissed-out expression—your chest rising and falling, lips parted as you struggle to catch your breath.

A smirk tugs at his lips, but there’s something else in his gaze, something darker. "Still with me, sweetheart?" he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. You nod weakly, but before you can fully recover, his hands slide up your body, covering you with his warmth as he moves to hover over you again. He kisses you—slow and deep, his tongue teasing against yours, letting you taste the remnants of your release on his lips.

Your body is still tingling, sensitive, but when he shifts between your legs, his hips pressing against yours, a different kind of heat starts to build. Your breath hitches as you feel him, heavy and hard, pressing against your entrance. "Mmm, you’re still shaking," he muses, brushing his lips along your jaw. His fingers glide down your side, soothing, grounding. "That felt good, didn’t it?"

You manage a nod, but the moment his tip nudges against you—just barely there—a soft gasp escapes you. He groans at the sound, rolling his hips just enough to tease. "So sensitive," he murmurs, voice thick with desire. "But you’re still so warm… so wet for me. You want more, don’t you?" Heat flares in your cheeks, but the way your body reacts—the way your thighs instinctively part for him—betrays you.

"That’s my girl," he praises, dragging his fingers along your hip before gripping it firmly. "I’ll go slow, sweetheart. I want you to feel everything." One hand finds yours, fingers lacing together as he slowly and carefully starts to push inside.

A soft whimper escapes you as he pushes deeper, stretching you inch by inch. The fullness is overwhelming, teetering between discomfort and something unfamiliar—something almost too much. Your fingers tighten against his shoulders, and he stills immediately, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Easy, sweetheart," he soothes, voice strained, as if it’s taking every ounce of control to hold himself back. "You’re taking me so well."

His hands caress your thighs, his thumbs drawing slow, grounding circles into your skin. He leans down, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss—distracting, comforting, easing you through the adjustment. "Breathe," he murmurs against your lips.

You do. A deep inhale. A shaky exhale.

As your body relaxes around him, the discomfort begins to fade, replaced by a warmth that spreads deep inside you.

A new kind of pressure lingers there, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. You shift slightly beneath him, testing, and a soft moan slips from your lips at the sensation. His breath hitches. "Fuck," he groans, his forehead pressing against yours. His voice is rough, his control fraying at the edges. "You feel so tight, sweetheart. So perfect around me."

The praise sends a fresh wave of heat through you, and he notices—of course he notices. A smirk tugs at his lips, teasing, but there’s something deeper in his gaze. "Does it feel good?" he asks, his voice low, coaxing. You swallow hard, nodding shyly. "Words, sweetheart." His hips roll forward, just barely, sending a shiver through your body. "Tell me how it feels." "I—I like it," you admit breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His smirk deepens, but there’s warmth in his expression, something almost reverent. "That’s my good girl." Slowly, carefully, he pulls back before pressing in again, a slow, deliberate glide that has your nails digging into his skin. The stretch still lingers, but this time, pleasure begins to unfurl beneath it, curling low in your stomach. "That’s it," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. "You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. Just let go for me."

His movements start slow—measured, gentle, letting you feel every inch of him as he fills you completely. He watches your expression intently, catching every flutter of your lashes, every gasp that spills from your lips. His hands never stop moving—one grips your thigh, keeping you open for him, while the other strokes soothing patterns against your skin. The teasing edge remains, but it’s softer now—less playful, more intimate. He leans down, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one deep and slow, matching the rhythm of his movements.

"You're mine now," he whispers against your lips, voice dripping with possessive affection. "Every little inch of you." A shiver runs through you, and something shifts. The pleasure starts to build, the sensitivity from before making every movement feel sharper, deeper. Your hips move instinctively, chasing the feeling, and he groans at the way you tighten around him.

"So eager now," he teases, but his voice is strained, as if he’s barely holding himself together. His pace picks up slightly, not rough, but more insistent—each thrust pressing deeper, sending waves of heat through your body. Your mind feels hazy, lost in the pleasure, the overwhelming fullness, the way he makes you feel completely his.

"I want to hear you," he breathes, his lips brushing against your ear. "Don’t hold back, sweetheart. Let me hear those pretty sounds." A soft moan escapes you, and he rewards you with a deep thrust, dragging another breathless whimper from your lips. His grip tightens on your hips, his control slipping as your body molds to his, meeting him perfectly. "That’s my girl," he praises, voice thick with need.

The heat in your stomach tightens, coiling, building, rising higher and higher. He feels it—feels the way your body clenches around him, the way your breaths turn shallow. "You're close, aren’t you , sweetheart?"* he murmurs, a smirk in his voice. "Let go for me, sweetheart. Come around me." His fingers slip between your bodies, finding your clit , drawing circles with his thumb , pressing just right—and the world shatters.

A cry escapes your lips as pleasure crashes over you, your body tensing, pulsing, unraveling beneath him. He groans, his pace faltering for a moment as your walls tighten around him, dragging him deeper into the sensation. "Fuck—" his breath stutters, his control snapping as he buries himself to the hilt, his own release hitting him hard.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are your uneven breaths, the faint hum of your racing heartbeat in your ears. He stays inside you, warm and solid, his body pressed firmly against yours as he presses soft, lingering kisses along your jaw, your cheek, your forehead. "You were perfect," he murmurs, voice softer now, his teasing replaced with something warmer, something deeply affectionate.

He shifts slightly, careful not to move too fast, his hands soothing over your skin. Taking care of you. "Are you okay?" he asks, voice gentle, lips brushing your temple. You nod, your body still tingling, your limbs heavy with exhaustion and warmth. A contented sigh escapes you as he pulls you against his chest, wrapping you securely in his arms.

He smirks, but there’s nothing smug about it this time—just satisfaction, love, and a hint of possessiveness. "Get some rest, sweetheart," he murmurs. The warmth of his body surrounds you, his arms wrapped securely around your waist as he pulls you against his chest. His heartbeat is steady, a soothing rhythm beneath your ear, grounding you in the soft haze of exhaustion and lingering pleasure.

"Are you really okay, sweetheart?" His voice is softer now, husky from exertion but laced with something deeper—concern, affection. His fingers trace slow, absentminded circles on your back, his touch tender in contrast to the dominance he held before. You hum a sleepy, contented sound, nuzzling closer.

His scent is everywhere , a mix of heat and musk, but beneath it lingers something undeniably him —comforting, familiar. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. "That good, huh?" Your cheeks warm, and you make a small, embarrassed noise in response. He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

His eyes—so intense before—now hold a different kind of fire, something softer, more possessive in an entirely different way. "You were perfect," he murmurs, brushing his lips against your forehead. A sigh escapes you as his hands continue their slow, soothing strokes along your skin.

He shifts slightly, sitting up just enough to pull the blankets over both of you before tucking you firmly against him again. "Do you feel okay?" he asks, his voice laced with genuine concern now. "Not too sore?" You shake your head, though there’s an ache settling deep in your muscles—a reminder of just how thoroughly he had you.

He seems to sense it because his hands drift lower, massaging your hips gently, easing any tension. "I’ll run us a bath soon," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But for now, just rest, sweetheart." You bask in the comfort of his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.

The room is quiet except for the occasional crackle from the fireplace and the sound of your intertwined breaths. Then—his fingers pause their gentle strokes against your back. A beat of silence lingers between you before he exhales, almost as if gathering his thoughts.

"I meant what I said earlier," he murmurs, his voice quieter now, more serious. You blink up at him sleepily, confusion flickering across your face. "About what?" His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing over the flushed skin there. His gaze searches yours , something unspoken lingering behind his teasing smirk.

"That you’re mine," he says simply. Your breath catches. "But I don’t just mean for tonight," he continues, his voice lower now, more intimate. "I don’t want this to be just once, sweetheart." He leans in, his lips ghosting over yours , his breath warm and full of unspoken promises. "I want you."

His fingers tighten slightly against your hip, as if grounding himself in the moment. "All of you. Not just in my bed—but in my life." Your chest tightens, a different kind of warmth flooding through you now—not desire, but something deeper, something almost overwhelming.

"Be mine," he murmurs, his forehead resting against yours. "For real."

There’s no teasing in his voice this time—just genuine affection, quiet possessiveness, and a rare kind of vulnerability. The words hang between you, weighty and full of meaning. And as you look up into his waiting gaze, you already know your answer.

A/N : So , this is my first real story posted on here and it is pretty long from what I have before , also like I said this the first time Posting smut , so Feedback is appreciated !💜

It wasn’t long after your introduction to the hashira that you were called to all gather together once again by the Master. 

You found yourself immediately caught in a conversation with Shinobu and Mitsuri. They’re eager to get to know you for different reasons — for Shinobu, it feels like she’s assessing your morals and true intentions with her eyes acting as her thin blade poking into your stomach as you talk, twisting with her syrupy-sweet tone, and for Mitsuri, it just feels like an excited, genuinely sweet warm heart reaching out openly to you.

Everyone fell silent as the Master’s wife and his two daughters slid open the front door to the Master’s building in HQ. They thanked us for meeting on short notice and that it is regarding something important to the Demon Slayer Corp.

The Master comes into view and two kakushi round the corner of the building, restraining a young boy who is actively thrashing around in their grasp. They release the boy, shoving him in between the hashira and the Master.

He frantically looks around, yelling for his sister. “WHERE IS NEZUKO? I NEED TO KNOW THAT NEZUKO IS OKAY. WHERE IS SHE?”

You couldn’t look at anyone else besides the screaming boy. Your heart was being torn to shreds over concern for this boy and who or where his sister may be and why he’s so distraught in front of those who risk their lives everyday to protect people like him. 

“Tanjiro Kamado. I will tell you where your sister is. She is safe. Please, be patient with us. I will explain.” The boy’s eyes remained panicked, fixated on the Master's promising words. Clearly willing to cooperate if he was being told the truth about his sister’s whereabouts. He is shoved down to his knees, noticing the rest of the hashira are all on one respectful knee for who he’s now heard is the Master.

The Master begins to explain who Tanjiro is to the rest of the hashira and the unique situation that they have found themselves in. 

Tanjiro and his sister were discovered on a mountain when his sister was just turned into a demon. Giyuu had been summoned to slay the demon on that mountain.

For reasons the Master doesn’t go too deep into, we have now found ourselves here with Tanjiro restrained on the gravel with us and his sister, apparently within a box near the Master.

The Master explains that Giyuu, the current Water Hashira, and Urokodaki, the previous Water Hashira, have taken a vow that they will pay the ultimate price if their judgement of Nezuko, now turned demon, being allowed to live proves false in not harming humans in any way.

Tanjiro desperately speaks out of turn over the Master, “Nezuko isn’t like them. She will not hurt another human. I know she won’t, she didn’t hurt me. I believe there is a way to turn her back into a human and she will not hurt anyone until then. Please believe me.”

You look over to see Giyuu with his head down and hand gripping the hilt of his sword. His face remained stoic but the slow tightening of his hand on his sword showed he was aware of what he was putting on the line. You could tell that he truly believed that Nezuko was different and that the search to turn Nezuko back may not be fruitless. The validation of his judgement from his own teacher has given him this confidence to trust his intuition. But there is an unshakeable anxiety that comes with faith in the uncertain.

Giyuu’s eyes fixated on the gravel, blurring them all together by unfocusing his eyes in an attempt to settle his nerves. He could only hear the muffled sound of the Master speaking after the mention to the others that he has agreed to putting his life on the line for this boy and his demon sister. 

In his peripheral vision, he saw someone else bow their head and heard a voice who hadn’t spoken yet speak for the first time.

You bowed your head, heart-racing, “Master, I trust in Tomioka and Urokodaki’s judgement. There is something about this boy that I feel I can trust as well…I believe him. Please give this boy a chance to find what is needed to turn his sister back. I will personally invest myself into monitoring them until a final conclusion is reached.”

There was a painful silence that hung in the air after you spoke. 

There was a disgusted scoff from Shinazugawa and a displeased grunt from Iguro. 

The Master hummed a pleased response, and then endorsed his faith in our judgement, and in turn his faith in Tanjiro and our commitment to monitoring the two.

From that point on, Giyuu kept a silent but watchful eye on you and his ears on the ground for anything associated with you. He was determined to understand how you could possibly suddenly also put your life on the line for Tanjiro and his sister. Two kids you didn’t know and agreeing with him, someone you hardly knew. What was it in your intuition that made you do what you did? What did you see? What was it you felt? 

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Giyuu never spoke much around you but after enough time you understood that his presence around you was by no accident. That it was something...different. To others, he hardly existed. He always went solo on his missions, back-up being called only when absolutely necessary (which was almost never). 

He appeared on your patrols, waiting by the gate for you each night. 

You never understood why he did so, since he only ever offered, “I will be joining this patrol. There is a lot of ground to cover, we should leave now.” 

As time went on, you were able to spend more time with Tanjiro and Nezuko. Getting to know them as you assisted in their tumultuous journey for a solution for his sister. 

Giyuu would often catch you laughing with them, always looking at the two siblings with softened eyes. 

It stirred something unfamiliar in him to continue to see just how much you truly believe in them. That you truly believed his judgement. You truly meant it when you bowed your head with him in front of the Master’s judgement. 

There were a few things Giyuu recognized in you: Your authenticity could not be contested, you meant what you said and followed through without a shred of doubt, and that you treated everyone you met with the same respect, with the same kindness. You saw each person as the human just like you that they were. 

This unsettled and confused him the most. Being treated with respect and his humanity being recognized was something he hadn’t experienced in a long time amongst the other hashira. 

Convinced he was not like the rest, for his various long-standing reasons, and often bullied by several of the hashira; he felt hesitation being around others that was only solidified by their twisted words and actions. There was a day where you suggested that you both train together, as you needed to spar and your usual partners were busy. 

“If you don’t mind, I know you usually train alone, but I heard you train with another hashira once in a blue moon…and I was wondering if I could cash in my turn with you? Everyone else is busy in some way, a mission or what not. I promise I won’t kick your ass too hard”, you teased, trying to buffer your big ask with some levity. He agreed, which took you by surprise but you were grateful for the opportunity to train and see more of the man that remained within sight but never spoke. 

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After a few rounds of catching him with your blade against his throat or against his mid-section, you both rested on opposite sides of the small field you sparred in. 

“Heh. Give up yet, Tomioka?”, you teased. “I do feel kiiiinda bad.” You paused for a moment, letting out a struggling-to-catch-your-breath-still exhale, “As an olive branch for kicking your ass, would you accept dinner sometime as a peace offering? I’ll make you a dish I make all the time — it’s my favorite. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

He was breathless from the last spar, but your offer knocked whatever he recovered in his lungs right back out.

So, so softly you could see him nod. He stood up and walked towards you.

He spoke so quietly, it almost felt as if he was nervous or too shy to speak louder, “I will join you…is it salmon daikon, by any chance?”.

You let out a breathless chuckle and shook your head. Looking up at him and meeting his eyes with softened eyes and a trying-to-hide-your-amusement smile, you replied.

“Mmm, not that. But it’s good, I promise. Guess you’ll have to come and see sometime. You can train with me at my estate and I will make dinner. It’ll be fun.”

He quietly nodded, accepting your offer, and unexpectedly extended his hand out to you to pull you up to stand. Neither of you knew what to expect in the moment your hands clasped and he pulled you up to face him.

Neither of you knew what to expect when he took up your offer.

Neither of you knew what lied ahead for both of you.

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The day arrived where you would spar at your estate and make food afterwards.

You knew you could best him in a fight but something felt more off than usual. 

Giyuu’s mind seemed to be elsewhere as much as it seemed he was trying to refocus. 

He had no idea why he was there. Unaware he would repeat this feeling, he didn’t fully understand what had put one foot in front of the other, landing him on your doorstep.

He was hyper-vigilant of each move of yours. How your hair shined in the setting sunlight, the way you took a deep breath in before executing one of your forms, and the intensity of your gaze as you strategically assessed his every move, remaining one step ahead of him every time. 

He was enamored and absolutely clueless as to why. He only came back to the present when your face was inches from his, smirking with your nichirin pressed under his jaw. Wiping the sweat off your forehead with your sleeve, you let out a small laugh. You stepped back a few feet and sheathed your sword.

“Come back to earth, Tomioka. I have to wonder if your head was really in the game this time. But it’s alright, I’ve got to start—”

“I’ll wait here.” 

There was a beat of silence after he interrupted you. Both of you stuck in an awkward silence. You couldn’t see it, but his ears burned the slightest bit red as he looked over at a tree near your home.

“I will wait by that tree…I need to…rest.”

Unsure of the strange tension that suddenly appeared, you offered a smile and an affirmative nod at his choice.

You tried to fight your nervous smile, “I’ll call for you when it’s ready.”

You turned and headed towards your home to prepare the food. An uneasy feeling in your stomach, suddenly concerned that something may have been said or done that changed the energy. 

It crossed your mind that you could finish the meal preparations and he wouldn’t be there.

As you have in the past, you chose to trust who you understood him to be and that though it could be believable he would abandon a social situation in the middle of one — you chose to believe in him.

Giyuu walked up to the tree as the sun was setting. He looked back at your home, making sure you had already gone inside. Making sure you were not looking at him and that you couldn’t see him.

He rested his forehead against the tree, letting out a shaky breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. As much as he tried to fight it, a faint blush flushed in his cheeks. He relents, sighing again, leaning his head further into the tree, “What am I doing here?”

ch.2 ｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡ ch.4 (coming soon) — katemeshi kioku ch. masterlist a/n: truly wondering if i gave too much lore but i had a *vision* idk anyways oooooo are we getting to super shy n cutesy??? perhaps!!! :3 also ty for ur patience with me!!!! LIFE!!!! :(

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2:23 AM.

The moonlight snuck through your bedroom window with a whisper of a kiss. Cool air came in on a soft breeze through the open balcony door. Waving trees rustled in the silence of the night while raccoons and deer scurried about. 

Blood dripped down from the puncture wound on your throat with a mix of sweat.

“Fuck.”

A word whined in unison. Bucky’d shown up twenty minutes ago with those luminescent blue eyes peering in and a quiet knock on your unlocked doors. His invitation was always intact, but his courtesy was always the same. A small knock, a check that you were awake and wanting, and then a slip inside when you lifted your sleepy head and smiled.

His permission to enter your house was always intact, yes. To bite you, too, it was all translated with a telling look. But another permission was…well, in a bit of a different category. 

You sank down on him for the umpteenth time. There was no getting used to the unwavering chill his body held, but that only meant every time he touched you was like an endless spark. Every time you sank down on his cock….

His fingers dug into your hip and the back of your neck. A desperate, hungry grip that smeared your blood that he lapped up off your breast. His hair was matted to his forehead from it, the dark strands sticking together while blown pupils watched you like a lion watched its food. The slow drag of his tongue across the swell of your breast down to the flick he gave your taut nipple–your head fell back and you sank all the way down to grind. 

Every sensitive spot. Just like that, straddling his lap, a hand shoved in his hair and the other risking breaking skin on his shoulder, his cock nudged every right spot. Every right spot he thrusted his hips up to meet and tease. Taking and basking in your warmth as you took him.

Your nightgown laid on the floor, stripped off in a slow tease when he first slipped in. He unwrapped you like a present. Hunger making his eyes burn, yet his movements had stayed slow. Methodical, as they could be when he had control wrapped in a tight fist. The brush of the strap down one shoulder whilst you stayed on your side. The drag of his fingertips over your shoulder, arm, and down to your hand where he brushed it off to find your waist. The curves, the swells, the bare skin. The soft white cotton bunched up around his hand from the middle of your thigh up to your waist. The yellow underwear you wore underneath glowing in the moonlight and the bow on the front asking for his teeth. 

“Hi,” he’d whispered against your shoulder. 

“Hi,” you’d answered.

And twenty minutes later….

Your blankets were askew, your bodies came together in a mix of hot, cold, blood, and sweat as soft and slow became something else entirely. Something on the edges of primal; feral; a fiery pull with a waving hand even before his fangs so much as brushed your throat. Your bed–fully reinforced for the third time after Bucky broke it last time–still creaked while you rocked hard on his cock. 

“Sweet fuck, James,” you moaned. 

With his animalistic grunt came a faint scraping of his fangs across your breast. But he merely closed his mouth around your nipple and sucked. Hard. Those blue eyes found you in a heated frenzy; his tongue flicked where his mouth pulled off of you with a pop. Blood was a sticky smear all across his beard and mouth.

A frenzy. A frenzy was right. Your cunt spasmed in the jerk of his hips and the angle…. Oh, sweet fuck, the angle! Every rock on his cock, every thrust up of his hips, he rubbed against your clit with the rough of his hair, his happy trail slick from you, and…and….

Your eyes rolled back. It was a surprise every time, even when you knew it was coming. Whether he bit you or not, whether he’d given you a little taste of him or not–it was all him that made your thighs tremble, your breath hitch, and your cunt flutter into fierce, orgasmic pleasure. Orgasmic–literally. Your back arched and you fell both into him and back, pulling at his hair as the pleasure washed over you in a rich, daunting, feral wave. 

Down to your curling toes and up to the stutter of your heart. The silence of the night was interrupted by the throat-scratching moan that came with you. He fucked you through it, lapping at your skin, feeding from what still dribbled out in thick red droplets.

He was still hungry. The night was still young.

You wrapped your arms around his head and held him there, bouncing on him as your vision blurred over into pure pleasure. Ecstasy teased at the edges as your climax came down, a second ready to steal you away from the world for those rapturous seconds. Bruises would be left with the puncture wounds, and you wouldn’t be able to roll out of bed tomorrow without wanting him. But it was so perfect that way. Wanting that way. Knowing you were just some daylight away from seeing him again. From falling into endless, animalistic pieces with him there, out at a movie, a bar, his converted warehouse apartment. Just with him.

Again.

You screamed into his hair. Gushing around his cock again. Again. The night ticked by and your hands fell to his chest. Pinning him came naturally. He could overpower you, but he stayed. Stayed there on his back, pressed into your bed, head thrown back while his face contorted into the delicious agony of pleasure. A constant. The sinful sounds the two of you made were a melody, one where you clawed across his pecs with a body-shuddering cry. Tears slipped down your cheeks as you came again.

Every sink back down onto his hard cock was a wet squelch.

4:48 AM.

You chewed on your smile. Exhaustion was kicking in as Bucky ran desperate circles over your clit. The visceral lust clouding his eyes was teetering him towards the edge of that control. But he still had to wait. He still had to wait for you and only you, unless he wanted to cum elsewhere.

Your nipples ached and your clit thrummed from too much attention, but Bucky wasn’t stopping. You’d lost count of how many times he’d thrown his head back when the edge reached him, but he couldn’t fall over the wonderful edge he was currently making you sob at. He couldn’t cum inside without permission, so….

His cock twitched and throbbed inside of your aching cunt. This was his limit. Drove him mad every time you played around like this, and he’d damn well get some semblance of revenge tomorrow. Maybe in a week. He’d have you squirming and burning hot with desperation as he was. But even after he was turned, he still had that romanticism in him. There was nothing more that he loved than pleasing you. Literally.

Down to the retributive rough circles over your clit that had you falling forward on a sobbing climax. Again, you clenched and squelched over his erection, throwing a hand into the knocked-askew pillows and fucking yourself on him while he met every thrust with his own.

“Doll, please,” he breathed just behind your ear. 

Not the first time he’d said that, but that had the edge to it. The hard slap of his balls with every rough thrust pushed you to that near-painful edge and you fell into your climax without any support. Contracting around him, shaking, barely able to keep yourself moving to just meet the thrusts. 

You couldn’t take anymore. He couldn’t either.

You’d pass out if you came again.

So, you nodded. 

“Cum, James. Cum inside me.” 

The words came out choppy as his thrusts immediately jerked up in intensity. A rough pistoning of his cock drilling into you, his balls slapping wet and loud, his hands taking you at your hips with a bruising in the pattern of his fingers. His mouth found your throat, just over the tender bite mark, and the mix of stinging aches and sudden, feral lust was otherworldly. He was otherworldly. But, sweet fuck, his tip slammed into you right there. Riiiight there where your eyes flew wide open, your back arched, and the rub of your clit on that rough hair….

Bucky fed just a little more.

He growled into your throat and nearly broke the skin on your hips.

The thread of remaining consciousness snapped, and at the snap of your orgasm, Bucky yanked you down on his cock and spilled inside of you. His groan of a growl erupted against your throat and cracked through the room. You came over him with a world-shattering orgasm and a clench that milked every last drop out of his rough, deep yet short thrusts. 

Every. Last. Drop.

Claimed at your throat, at your hips, inside your fluttering, gushing, squelching cunt, and right where your heart skipped a beat.

You collapsed limp on top of him.

The press of his mouth against your jaw was the last you really felt before the blur of recovery came. Catching your breath and settling in with the aches you’d had to reassure him you enjoyed, the warm washcloth skimmed over your back first. Then your arms. The basin of warm water managed to stay as such despite the chilly wind. 

Over the backs of your legs, thighs, rolled gently onto your back and cleaned up over your stomach, jaw, chest, and throat. A new cloth went up along your inner thighs. Kisses found your temple and jaw and a few lingered on your nipples with teasing drags of his tongue. He was gentle between your legs, cleaning up where he’d sometimes whisper for you to hold it in a little longer when he was feeling particularly possessive. But tonight he just cleaned you up, bandaged your throat, and curled up with you.

Made sure you had a snack and some water. Water he tipped into your mouth just a tad after the covers were draped over you. Then he was slipping in behind you with his arms wrapped around your midsection. His mouth danced over the back of your neck with a brush of a kiss.

“Eighty-five,” he murmured.

You barely managed a hmmm?

“Eighty-five times, doll.”

Eighty-five, huh? You grinned into your pillow. Prematurely. Knew it the second the smile tugged and you couldn’t fight it.

Bucky sighed and buried his face into your shoulder.

“After we go dancing tomorrow, you’re counting to eighty-five, too.”

His fangs pressed into you when he smiled.

Your heart skipped, and that smile only grew into a wicked, flirty, teasing smirk.

The joke was on him. 

Sleep carried you off in cold arms you’d never get tired of.

Normally the Throne Room in the palace would be bustling with activity. Armored boots clamoring against the tiles of the floor, but not today. The gigantic room was nearly empty with only two occupants accompanied by the wet smacks of hips joining. 

“To think that the Savage’s Champion would go so far to assure peace for her people…” The Emperor’s condescending tone warmed your ears as you rode him as he sat on his Throne. Despite that this exact act was his idea, he wouldn’t forget to remind you that you had so willingly agreed to this level of intimacy. Neither of you would admit, but there had been some level of unspoken attraction between the two of you. When you envisioned the Garlean Emperor, you weren’t expecting an extremely tall, extremely attractive man that stood in front of you. He also didn’t expect the beauty that stood in front of him. No heart strings had been pulled. It was just pure, unadulterated lust but you both would never justify sleeping with the enemy. 

That was until the peace talk between The Eorezan Alliance and the Garlean Empire. The older man had easily dismantled the Alliance’s arguments by showing that he was versed in the city states while no one was versed with Garlemald. You couldn’t help but notice that the Emperor’s yellow eyes seemed to linger on you longer than anyone. It could have been easily defended by the fact that you were the Warrior of Light. His greatest enemy. Only after reassuring everyone that maybe there was still some hope as long as you stood together willing to listen to Garlemald’s issues as well was there a reignited hope. Once that hope had been crushed did you walk after the taller man without thinking. 

“Surely there must be some arrangement we can come to?” You asked, with a fire in your eyes. During this war with the Garlean Empire, you had seen families torn apart and many lives lost. Including those of your dearest friends. You would pay any price to ensure the safety of your friends, and Varis zos Galvus was eager to take advantage of that dedication. Soon after, a treaty had been sent to the Alliance while you made your way to Garlemald. Without their Champion, the savages would pose no real threat anymore. 

Thus you were content with fulfilling your end of the treaty taking the older man’s member until both of you came undone, biting your lip hard as he stretched your dripping pussy. Varis withheld his noises as well as you moved your hips sinfully on his lap, but his breathing was slow as he watched himself disappear inside you. His resolve wouldn’t be undone even as you continued riding him like it was the last thing you were doing on this Hydaelyn given Earth. Despite that, you could tell he was enjoying it just as much as you were since you could feel his dick hardening and twitching. 

You were close. How could you not be with his member hitting you deeper with each thrust. Your legs were shaky with how long you had spent riding the Emperor, your arousal pooling into his lap and on the throne. Despite that, you wanted to see the proud man before you topple over before your own release so you leaned forward wrapping your arms against his neck. Your bare chest pressed against the finest Garlean cloth as your lips ghosted against his, his breath hitching a bit. What escaped your lips caught him off guard and caused his eyes to widen. 

“Your Radiance…” You let your moans free as you gave him a deep and sultry kiss, slowing your movements. Your gamble had paid off feeling him twitching more and the shocked look on his face. You gave him a devilish grin before continuing. 

“Hmm..so big. I love the way you fill me up..Your Grace. I need it My Lord.” You started speeding up your movements, getting into it yourself. Having the man twitching underneath you as you placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. You didn’t expect his hands to find your hips and plunge you down, taking over your speed. You were now bouncing faster and harder as the Garlean stared at you, a new dedication in his eyes. If you wanted to unlock this side, then he would see to it that you damn well knew what you were getting. 

“Say it again. What am I?” He growled as he continued slamming you down on his member, reveling in the way you tightened around him. 

“Your Radiance..”“Again!” “Your Radiance! My Lord! My Grace!” You couldn’t help the titles you bestowed upon him as you were seeing stars. 

“Again!!”

“Your Radiance!” You threw your head back as you felt yourself spasming against his dick, your vision going white. With one more thrust, Varis let out a groan and you could feel his cum pouring into you, filling you to the brim. After your high, you rested yourself against his chest as your pussy still twitched on his cock. Soon after, Varis stood up from the throne and adjusted you to hold your bridal style. In your half lidded state, you saw a man starved. As he made his way to the doors, he spoke. 

Your assistant had just called you into her room. Your week had been slow but fruitful. Normally, it would be a regular client for the month, nothing to sweat over. Your thoughts started to run over who it could be. Maybe Mr. Dean, he usually calls on a Friday but you could've sworn you saw him two weeks ago. That didn't leave a lot of your regulars left to be requesting you as you knew their schedules like the back of your hand.

As if she could read your mind upon entering her space, she spoke, "Y/N, you have a call for a new client. Something about a friend requesting your services? The only thing is..." She hesitated almost thinking if she should tell you the rest of the details before she proceeded. "Well, it's for a group. You don't have to take up the offer if you're uncomfortable with that. I can call her back and let her know you declined."

To tell the truth, the thought of it being a group of strangers did make you uncomfortable, but your assistant wouldn't put you into a situation without going through the proper protocols first. She knew a head count of how many, roughly where they all worked, and several phone numbers. It always helped to be extra safe in these situations where you could be overpowered.

"Who inquired?" you asked interestedly. "She goes by N.R., gave me a headcount of all of her friends that would be attending. There's not going to be any men there, but I guess 'more power in numbers' is still 'more power in numbers'." In all honesty, women gave you way less shit about certain things than men did. Hopefully they'd be way more understanding if you didn't want to do specific activities.

"Call her back and tell her I'll take the offer. Do you know how much she's paying?" Your assistant slid a little sticky note over to you as she dialed the number of one 'N.R.'. You swear you almost choked when you saw how much she offered for you. That was a lot of zeros compared to usual. You walked away to get a water from the mini-fridge while you vaguely listened in to your assistant's phone conversation.

Good.

Perfect.

Okay, I'll tell her to meet you there at 6:30.

Extra clothes, yes ma'am. Have a nice day.

"Hey Y/N, I've written down the address, floor, and room number. It's uh...a really high end hotel in New York City. She also said to bring an extra change of--" you interrupted her, "Extra clothes? I overheard." you started wondering what for? Dinner? Go out? "Uhm, yes, she said extra comfy clothes." Comfy? Was she expecting you to spend the night? You looked down at your watch to see how much time you had to get ready. 2 hours. It wasn't enough but you could make it work. "Alright then, I should go freshen up."

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An hour and a half later had found you briskly walking toward the extremely tall and very expensive looking hotel in the Upper East Side. You lived in Queens and while the distance wasn't very far, paired with the traffic, the feeling of unsettlement about being late to such a client was enough to make you almost hurl.

You made your way inside the lobby, barely looking at your surroundings. You wanted to get up to the room as quickly as possible without being noticed. "Excuse me," Could you ever be so lucky? "Are you here for Ms. Romanoff?" Who? That must be your clients last name. "She said she was expecting a guest soon." The lady was being extra kind to you, she had an inviting smile. You almost wanted to never lie to her. "Yes, I'm here to see Ms. Romanoff." you replied quietly. It felt like your voice would echo too hard around the warmly lit lobby. You thought it would break you to hear your own voice shrill around such a pristine room.

"Very well, I'll show you to her room." Your nerves began to spike more the higher up you went. It was as if every floor number on the elevator was the level of anxiety you started to feel. Your palms were sweating and you could've sworn your back was too. The lady just kept her eyes forward with a meek little smile. It took every fiber of your body to not explode your feelings all over that elevator.

Ding

The elevator stopped, of course she was in a penthouse suite. You rolled your eyes as how predictable this situation was playing out. The kind lady, who's name you definitely forgot to get, remained in the elevator as you walked out. "There's a number for room service if you ladies need anything." She sung out. "Thank you."

The walk to her door seemed to never end. Your feet were dragging like gravity was doing everything in its power to keep them on the ground. The air was getting hotter as time slowed in the short distance it took to reach her door. You rang the little buzzer and a melodic voice called beyond the frame.

"Coming!"

You could hear the light patter of a single set of feet. The knob then turned and revealed a stunning short redhead with bright eyes. You were certainly gawking at the sight of her but there was nothing you could do to pull your own attention away. She had a smirk on her face when she saw you staring but not saying anything. "You must be Y/N, it's very nice to meet you. Come in and lets get you introduced to everyone."

She reached out her hand to you and you took it gently. her palms were much colder than yours and her fingers were long and slender. her hair was shoulder length and fire-y. The room was massive, and clean. She had all of the blinds closed to keep any natural light and eyes from entering the den. Scanning the room some more you noticed a couple items around the room. Non-traditional furniture. It was going to be one of those events. There were also four other heads aside from the host's. She turned around once reaching the main room and faced you. "My name is Natasha, over there is Wanda," another read-head standing behind everyone else with a glass of wine in her hands, she lightly nodded, "...that is Carol in the middle," a blonde woman with a bright and bubbly smile. She seemed taller than the rest but she was also sitting down on a piece of equipment that will no doubt be used in a different way by you. Natasha gestured to a brunette, "...this is Maria," another tall and slender woman, didn't offer a smile but a simple wave to your direction. You were scared of her the most. "...and this is Yelena." A second blonde who's face was much more stoic than Maria's. You take it back, she scared you the most.

Natasha's hand unhooked from yours and made its way up your back to settle on the back of your neck. The pads of her fingers added slight pressure to the muscles there as if she could feel all of your tension in waves. You felt her lean in closer, her hot breath fanning your ear. "There's a bathroom in the hall to the right. I got a cute little outfit waiting for you." You could feel her soft lips smiling against the curve of your ear. the feeling made you shiver. You managed to follow her eyes and swiftly walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You looked around and found the outfit in question. It was sleek all black leather body suit with a halter neck. You lifted it up in your hands and rubbed the material under your fingers. Next to it sat a bottle of lubricant no doubt to get the body suit on. You got to work shedding the current clothes you had on and began to slide on the little leather number. It wasn't too tight but certainly snug against your frame. The only thing out of the ordinary besides the material was, you noticed, a tiny little zipper in between your legs. If unzipped would reveal your very private essence. The thought made you blush a little to yourself. After cleaning up, you made your way back to the room where the women had sat prior.

Since you calmed down a little, you took the opportunity to fully take in your surroundings. The hall was adorned in art more than likely as expensive as this room. Everything seemed darker than when you arrived. To your surprise when you entered the living room area, the room lighting was red as opposed to the normal LED lighting.

Natasha held her hand out to you again for you to take. You obliged her and she pulled you close into her side. Natasha's deft fingers traveled up and down your ribs before finding purchase on your backside. "You look like the most delicious treat. None of us can wait to eat you. Would you like a drink before we start?"

The other women started moving closer almost circling you like sharks. "Yes please." Natasha poured you a glass as she went on, "We should go over some rules before we start. If at any point you feel overwhelmed, anxious, or hurt, the safe word is 'Heart'. We all stop what we're doing and will help you. If at any point you are gagged, two taps to the closest person will get all of us to cease as well. Because of those rules you will not be bound and gagged simultaneously...at least not this session." She ends her rules with a wink toward you. All of these women truly were stunning and it piqued your interest to know what they could possibly be capable of.

Wanda came closest to you first, she pulled the wine glass away from your lips and replaced it with her own lips. Holding your hand with the glass close to her chest and cupping your cheek with the other. Her lips were sinfully soft as was her kiss. She felt delicate and gentle against you, she almost seemed to not match any of this situation. Natasha took your wine glass away while you continued to make out with Wanda, who let her hands roam lower down your body. Your own hands moved behind her neck. Another set of arms wrapped around you from behind. "You're such a pretty kitten." They nibbled on your ear making you separate from Wanda to see who it was. Carol smiled down at you and found the very lips that left Wanda. You moaned into her mouth at feeling how she controlled and dominated the kiss, very different from Wanda's passion. Wanda moved down to kissing your neck and shoulder.

You could hear other giggles in the back. Natasha kept her eyes trained on you as Yelena and Maria began to touch each other in the mean time waiting for you. After a few minutes of watching her friends have all of the fun, Natasha made her way over to you, Carol, and Wanda. She pulled the other red-head back by her locks and pressed her lips to hers in a searing kiss. You heard Wanda moan out into the other woman's mouth next to you causing you to release your own into Carol. This made the blonde swiftly lift you up and wrap your legs around her waist. She brought you over to a nearby bench and kissed you harder. All of the sounds you were making began to rile her up.

"I'm not sure which one of us is more excited to have you here, pretty girl. All I know is I can't wait to ruin that pretty pussy of yours." You moaned at her words and yanked her back down into another kiss. Her words went straight to your core igniting a fire that had been waiting to burn. You made a mental note to find whoever recommended you to these ladies and thank them heavenly. Carol sunk her hips between your legs and began grinding against you seeking the friction she wanted so badly.

Even though the leather was a new material to you, you could still feel the faux member that rested in her pants; Carol was packing. This caused you to move your hands down to her pants to tear the buttons away. The tall blonde grabbed your hands and smirked, "Allow me." She stood to her full height and slowly removed the black jeans she was wearing and revealed her long, girthy strap she had been hiding. Your eyes widened which made Carol giggle. She sunk to her knees where she seductively pulled the zipper on your suit down. She held your eye contact until you saw them shift to behind you. Natasha and Wanda had pulled away long enough to see what Carol was doing and decided to join again. The two red-heads began to undress themselves where Natasha also sported a rather large strap but not Wanda.

In your distraction upon noticing the other women join in, Carol took to opportunity to shove he face into your pussy. You moaned out loud at the contact. Her tongue quickly lapping at your clit and sinking lower to curl inside you. Her ministrations were making you squirm on the bench. She reached up to hold your hips down. "Stay still kitten. Gotta get you ready for our cocks." Eating you out was an art to her. Every move she made, made you more and more wet. Natasha slid her fingers into your open mouth. You sucked on them harshly slipping your own tongue in-between her fingers and coating them in your saliva. Nat removed her fingers and started to rub them between Wanda's folds.

"Eat her out for me, malysh." Natasha requested. You looked up at Wanda as she slowly lowered herself over your wanting mouth. Your head went fuzzy upon seeing all of the quiet red-head's intimacy. Your tongue immediately poked out to welcome her to you. She let out a soft moan and slowly began to grind herself against your mouth. Carol was growing impatient watching you eat out the other woman and feeling you grow more aroused in her mouth. The blonde stood to position the tip at your entrance rubbing the head up and down your slit before she slammed her length in all at once. You yelped against Wanda's soaked cunt sending vibrations straight to her clit.

The whole scene was turning Natasha on more and more so she began stroking her own member, hoping to find some friction. The other two women walked over to join the rest of the group partially feeling left out. Carol continued to slam into you at a rather fast and rough pace. The tip of her strap hitting that blissful spot inside of you with every thrust. All of your moans and whines brought Wanda closer to her orgasm. She came hard in your mouth before she got up and was replaced by Natasha's own cock.

"Suck kotenok. Mommy's getting restless." Carol did not stop chasing not only her own high but yours. You could hear her grunting from below you. All of this attention was turning you on more than you think you've ever been in your life. Even though one hand wrapped around Natasha's strap and the other gripped Carol's wrist on your hips, you were finding it hard to keep blowing Nat. Carol moved her other hand down to your clit. "You better cum for me you little slut."

And you did; hard.

Carol continued her pace and upon watching you come undone, did so herself. Three quick thrusts and she was spent. She released the most guttural moan before her body was replaced by another blonde. Yelena had this look in her eyes like she wanted to make you pay for every wrong you never committed. She removed her clothing and sat right on your bent leg. At this point Natasha was fucking your mouth deeper and deeper. Needing to ground yourself you wrapped your hands around her thighs. Yelena began to rub herself against your thigh. You could feel how wet and warm she was, her hand sliding up and down your slit collecting your cum to rub your clit in tight circles. Your whines didn't stop especially when you were already beginning to feel another orgasm approaching. Yelena slipped her fingers inside you, finding your g-spot with accuracy. With every thrust of her fingers she hit that same spot over and over. tears started to run down your face with the feeling of Natasha in your mouth and Yelena in your core. Natasha gave one last thrust before she pulled out.

Maria shoved three of her fingers to the back of your throat. She giggled when you gagged around them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at being finger fucked by the two women. "You're not allowed to cum before I do, else Natty here give you a nice punishment while I ride your face." Yelena only made the threat to turn you on more, but part of you was hoping it was true. It was hard, Yelena knew exactly what she was doing with her fingers but you could feel her slick slide down the sides of your thigh. God you hope she was close because you certainly were. Maria replaced her fingers with her lips and she kissed you hard sliding her tongue along yours. The brunette smiled against your lips when she felt your whimpers in her mouth. Yelena just kept slamming her fingers harder inside of you and rubbing herself quicker. Her breaths got faster and more shallow and as she came, a couple seconds later so did you. Your body shook with the most intense tremors, but Yelena couldn't fault you. She did cum before you, and something about it being in close tandem with hers turned her on a lot more than she would admit. You let out a soft whine when the coolness of the air hit your soaked thigh.

Maria left your mouth and moved between your legs. She put one leg over your left and the other under your right and brought your centers together. "You're a pretty little slut. I want to ruin you so bad." Maria started out ruthless. Her grinding was fast and hard as if she had been waiting to cum for weeks. You felt her in her entirety sliding against your own. The feeling started to overwhelm you. Carol took your face in her hand and rubbed her thumb along your bottom lip. "Open up you little slut."

You obeyed her and opened your mouth sticking your tongue out. At this point you were a blubbering mess and all the ladies were loving it. Carol spit into your mouth before shoving her cock in. "I saw you taking Nat like a pro, so I know you can take me." At least her pace wasn't rough but it certainly was quick. Your gags around Carol was making Maria closer to her release. She leaned forward to angle herself differently against you and put her hand around her throat. She could practically feel Carol's cock fucking your face. Sweat was running down your forehead and your hair clung to every part of your body it could touch. You were close to being spent and you never looked more beautiful this way. Maria's hand tightened, her grunts were heavy. "Such a good little fuck toy. I'm so close baby." You didn't think it was possible for Maria to go any harder but she did. She came with a loud cry and slowed her hips down to ride out her orgasm. You felt her wetness mix with yours. Maria's hand stayed for a couple more minutes, entranced by feeling Carol deep in your throat. The tall blonde slapped your face a couple times before she pulled out. You were too busy catching your breath, you didn't see Natasha move by your feet. She lifted you up and turned you over on your stomach with your legs and arms hanging off the bench. Just when you were hoping it was over, you forgot that Natasha never officially had her turn with you. She rested her strap on your lower back as she ran her cool hands in an attempt to soothe your burning skin. Almost mocking you for being the one to give you the final blow. Wanda walked up to you again. She ran her soft fingers in your hair and moved the stuck strands out of your face. Your breathing was heavy and your body was trembling. Wanda's fingers moved down to cup your jaw and she lifted your head. Tapping the side with her pointer finger, you got the silent request to open your mouth for her. In unison, as Wanda brought her cunt to your mouth, Natasha slid her strap inside you completely bottoming out. Nothing but incoherent noises left your mouth at being filled so sinfully. Wanda gripped your jaw harder as she rubbed her intimacy against your mouth for a second time. You lazily kept your tongue out to try your best to accommodate Wanda's wanting. Natasha on the other hand, had been waiting very patiently for her time and now that she got it she was going to make the best of it. She grabbed your hands in her own and pulled them behind your back to make it easier for her to pound deep into your cunt. When you felt her hit somehow deeper your eyes rolled back. Wanda picked up her pace just as Natasha did, both red-heads moving in perfect synch at opposite ends of your being. A jolt of paint hit your right asscheek igniting a new spark and effectively waking you up even if only for a minute. With every thrust administered, Natasha rained a hand alternating each side of your ass. All of this was sending more and more feelings to your core. You will not be lasting long if these two kept going the way they were. You could feel Wanda fumbling, she was about to come for the second time tonight. Natasha continued to get more rough inside of you until you felt the knot inside of you burst. You came hard around Natasha groaning against Wanda's own cunt. The sight caused Wanda herself to not be able to keep her composure and she came with a scream against your tongue. You felt her pussy pulsing with her orgasm on your mouth. As soon as Wanda backed away from your face, Nat yanked your arms back harder to push herself deeper than you thought was possible. You were screaming, a sweaty broken mess, absolutely spent in this five star hotel. Every thrust pushed harder against that spongey spot inside you. You could feel another earth shattering orgasm approach hoping it would be the last. Natasha's thrusting didn't let up, she was desperate to cum. She was moaning over you with every hit. You yelled her name as you came harder than you had before that whole session. Watching you absolutely spent around her

member, Natasha came just as hard with her final thrust. She stayed inside you to ride out the rest of her high before she carefully pulled out. Looking down she could see wetness all over the bench and her legs. Nat smiled to herself at being the one to make you squirt everywhere like a silent victory. Allowing you to lay and collect your bearings, the red-head began to clean up the room.

There wasn't much you could make out in your state, but you could partially hear Natasha thanking all of the women for coming over before hearing the door open and close through the ringing in your ears. Your were shaking, your whole body felt blissfully weak. The red-head padded over softly to your spent and soaked body and picked you up carefully to place you in her arms bridal style. Your mind was in a war with yourself between wanting just a little bit more or to just go to sleep. You couldn't even open your eyes at this point.

Natasha had brought you to the bathroom to help you clean up and as she moved about, she kept you in her arms. She made sure to hold you as she turned on the faucet and sit on the edge of the tub. As the water filled the tub, Nat moved between rubbing your back and gently caressing your cheek. Once the tub was filled up enough for the both of you, she picked you up again and cautiously lowered the both of you into the hot relaxing water. You couldn't do anything but mumble and cursed yourself for the state you were in even though it wasn't your fault. You desperately wanted to think your gracious host for a life changing night but nothing could come out. Natasha shushed you sweetly. Her time wasn't done until you were well taken care of in her company.

You don't know how long you were in the bathroom, hell you don't even know when you fell asleep as Natasha washed the night away from both of your bodies. Clearly still in no position to be able to make it back to your home, the red-head dried both of you off and brought you to the large bedroom. You had come back into partial consciousness long enough to feel the soft sheets and the plush comforter of this heavenly bed you were being gifted to rest on.

Natasha lowered you down and climbed on the other side before pulling you into her. She lifted your head to lay on her chest so she could easily hold you and play with your hair. She stayed awake until she heard your breathing even out again, signaling that you had fallen asleep again since the bath. She placed a soft kiss to your hairline before succumbing to sleep herself with a blissed smile on her face.

She'd definitely be requesting you again.

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“Well I’ll have you know this noodle can bench more than you,” You snarked, causing her to gasp on her turn. 

“You’re not better than me at benching! Benching is just… so boring! It’s pushing a metal bar up and down, there is nothing fun about that!” Yelena exclaimed, causing you to giggle. Yelena was a skilled fighter, and she could easily kick your butt without even trying, yet she despised benching. You on the other hand, who benched regularly, loved to tease her about it, and you would take every opportunity you had.

“Guess these noodle arms are stronger than yours,” You teased, causing the blonde to narrow her eyes at you. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew better than to challenge Yelena, yet it was too late to stop now. Besides, you enjoyed competing against her.

“Take that back right now,” She warned, raising an eyebrow at you while a mischievous smile played on her lips. You shook your head, folding your arms as you looked at her. 

“Why don’t you try and make me?” You playfully challenged, vaguely realizing  that you were now officially in danger.

“Really? You really want to challenge me?” Yelena asked with a smirk, slowly stepping closer to you. You felt your stomach jolt again, for a different reason this time. The blonde was known to be a mischievous turd who loved competing against others, and she would do almost anything to win. However, you remained as calm as you could and nodded with a grin. 

“Yes.” You said firmly, giving her a confident smile. She looked at you for a moment, thinking of ways to kick your ass, before pointing to the training mats on the ground. 

“Alright Y/N. You and I are going to do a small competition here and now. Both of us are going to do push-ups, and the first to fall to the ground loses. That’ll quickly decide who has the stronger arms of us two,” She challenged with a smirk, to which you nodded eagerly. This was a great chance to train and compete against her at the same time.

“I hope you’re ready to lose, Yelena! I can’t wait to tell Natasha that I defeated you in this,” You teased, causing her to roll her eyes at you. She was not about to give you bragging rights over being stronger than her, especially not to Natasha; she was going to make sure of that.

“Why don’t you get ready, you noodle,” She huffed, making her way over to the mats herself. You grinned and took your time to warm up your arms a little, throwing some punches into the air to mentally and physically prepare yourself for the challenge at hand. As soon as you were ready you quickly got into position, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. 

“Ready yet slowpoke?” You questioned, causing her to playfully narrow her eyes at you. 

“You’re such a turd,” She shook her head at you, getting into position next to you. “Alright ready? Three… two… one… go!” She nearly shouted, and you immediately lowered yourself to start the first push-up. However, instead of doing a push-up herself, Yelena pounced at you. You felt a weight settle at your lower back, making you drop down on your stomach on the mat with a grunt. 

“Yelena! What the hell!” You cried out in protest, placing your hands on the mat to try and get up while looking over your shoulder at her. She was staring smugly at you, mischief radiating from her.

“Oh Y/N, I told you to take it back, and you didn’t, so… now I’ll have to make you,” She grinned, wasting no time in shaking both hands into your ribs. You let out a squeal of surprise, before bursting into loud giggles, having no chance at holding them back since you were caught off guard. 

“Aahahahaha! Y-Yelenaaaahahahaha nohhohohoo! Nohohohoohot tihihihihickling!” You cried out, clawing at the mat in front of you as you tried to crawl away. Yelena cackled at you, moving her hands up and down your ribs while drilling her fingers between them. This caused you to jump out of your skin as your laughter shot up immediately.

“Yes tickling, this is what you get for being a turd. I’m the only turd allowed here,” She teased, repeatedly jabbing a single finger between your upper ribs.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! OHOHOHO GOHOHOD NOOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” You cried out, reaching backwards to try and grab her wrists. The blonde simply moved her hands further down, softly kneading away at your sides, causing you to giggle hysterically. You pounded one fist on the floor while burying your face into your other arm, attempting to muffle your laughter. Yelena playfully ‘tsked’ and started to tickle your sides faster, scribbling closer to your stomach. 

“Ah ah, none of that Y/N, let me hear your laughter,” She teased. As soon as she neared your stomach, you started bucking more wildly and kicked your legs out behind you. Yelena noticed as tilted her head teasingly.

“Oh? Is your stomach ticklish?” She asked, causing you to shake your head wildly in denial. Yelena huffed with a chuckle, moving her hands to the front to scribble away at the edges of your belly. 

“AAHAHAHAHAHHA! YELENA STAAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT!” You shrieked with laughter, your head shooting up as you once again tried to crawl away. Yelena grinned, using this opportunity to flip you over, trapping you on your back by sitting on your waist.

“So you’re not only a turd, but also a liar,” She chuckled, shaking her head. “You keep digging yourself deeper and deeper into trouble, don’t you?” She questioned, playfully raising an eyebrow at you. You were still catching your breath, giggles leaving your lips every now and then. You shook your head in reply, yet you knew she was right; you were in trouble.

“So, do you take it back?” Yelena questioned, causing you to shake your head a second time with a grin. 

“Oh dear no,” You chuckled, as if it was the obvious answer. “Also, it’s digging your own grave, not digging into trouble,” You teased, knowing Yelena was still getting used to the American sayings.

“Oh shut up!” Yelena cried out, a blush creeping on her cheeks as she reached down to tickle your sides once more. You snorted and burst into giggles immediately, reaching forward to grab her wrists. She playfully rolled her eyes at you, halting her movements. 

“Oh no, you caught me, whatever shall I do?” She said sarcastically, easily breaking out of your hold. This time, however, she decided to pin your hands by placing her knees on your wrists, making you way more helpless.

“There, now where was I? Oh right, I was about to tickle your very ticklish stomach,” Yelena teased, moving your shirt up to expose your bare skin. Your eyes widened as you quickly shook her head, immediately trying to free your arms from her hold. 

“No! No don’t you dare! Don’t yohohou daahahahahahhaAAHAHAHHAHARE!” You burst into loud laughter almost immediately, her sharp nails scribbling all over your bare stomach. She chuckled along with you, clearly enjoying tickling you to death. 

“Now, where does it tickle more? Here? Or here? Or maybe here?” She questioned teasingly, clawing at the top of your stomach while also tickling the front of your ribs, before moving down to lightly scribble against the middle of your stomach, only to move down again to flutter her sharp nails underneath your bellybutton. You arched your back and let out a scream of laughter, shaking your head side to side. Yelena was very pleased with that reaction, yet she was far from done with exploring.

“Answer me Y/N, this is a very important question! We need to know for science, and I need to know so I can bully you every day,” She teased with a giggle, once again shaking her nails into the middle of your stomach. While you were unable to answer properly due to laughing too fast, your laughter was clearly more frantic when she tickled close to your bellybutton. The spy noticed and grinned evilly, yet decided to save it for later.

“You don’t want to tell me? Guess I’ll have to keep exploring then,” Yelena shrugged, experimentally drilling one finger into one of your hips. 

“AAHAHAHA!” Your laughter came out in a surprised and slightly strangled squeal, nearly bucking the taller woman off of you. She looked up at you, clearly not expecting that big of a reaction.

“Oh you’re in so much trouble,” She grinned, shifting backwards slightly before slipping both thumbs into your training pants, drilling straight into your hipbones. You let out a shriek and threw your head back immediately, unable to take the tickles at all. 

“YELENAAAHAHAHAHA!! MAAHAHAAHAKE IT STOHOHOHOHOP!!” You roared with laughter, kicking your legs wildly on the floor while arching your back again. Yelena laughed along with you, shaking her head.

“You know how to make it stop, Y/N,” She teased, causing you to shake your head as well. Not only were you a little shit, you were a very stubborn little shit. Yelena rolled her eyes at you, impressed and annoyed at the same time.

“Suit yourself, it’s your funeral,” She grinned, continuing to tickle your hips without mercy. Eventually, when your laughter became wheezy and your cheeks were bright red, she pulled away and gave you another break. You took in big heaps of air, panting heavily while still giggling.

“You still with me?” She questioned, playfully booping your nose. You swatted her hand away, looking at her with a playful glare as you nodded. Yelena could see that she had almost won. Almost.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” She smirked knowingly at you. “Do you take it back?” You genuinely considered saying yes, since you knew she’d just continue tickling you. However, you couldn’t resist making one last comeback to her. So instead, you simply shook your head at her, smirking mischievously.

“At least I did one push-up, you bailed out of the competition as soon as it started. That makes me the stronger one, right?” You asked, immediately regretting your words as you looked at your friend. Yelena stared at you with disbelief, shaking her head with a wide grin on her face. 

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you? Alright you leave me no choice… guess I’ll have to go big this time,” She said, reaching one hand down to tickle your bellybutton with a single finger. Your eyes went wide as you let out a scream of laughter, your hands immediately grabbing her wrist. However, no matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn’t push it away from your stomach. 

“I figured you were very ticklish here, so I decided to save it for last,” She grinned, wiggling her finger a bit faster to make it tickle worse. As soon as you realized you couldn’t pry her hand away, you tapped one of your hands on the mat, a clear sign that you were giving up. 

“PLEEHEHEHEHEASE! Pleehehehehease I gihihihive! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” You howled, now actually at your limit as you tried to escape from the ticklish sensations.

The blonde smirked and leaned forward to blow a raspberry on top of your bellybutton, and your hysterical giggles once again turned into that deep-belly laugh, your eyes closed shut as you tried to deal with the unbearable sensations. However, Yelena took pity on you soon after, grinning as she pulled back.

“Do you take it back?” She questioned, causing you to nod quickly. You knew better than to provoke her again, knowing she would utterly destroy you without mercy. 

“Y-yes!” You giggled, still out of breath.

“And?” The blonde looked at you expectantly, and you rolled your eyes yet gave in anyway. 

“You’re the strong one, I’m the noodle,” You mumbled, a blush burning on your cheeks. Yelena nodded with a massive grin, reaching out to playfully squeeze one of your bright red cheeks. 

“Aww look at you, you’re blushing,” She teased, causing you to slap her hand away. 

“Alright alright get off of me!” You groaned with a giggle. She chuckled and got off of you easily, standing next to you as you curled into a ball.

“You know, Natasha calls me Squishy for my cheeks, but you clearly deserve the name more than I do,” The blonde smirked. You narrowed your eyes at her and shook your head. 

“You will NOT call me that!” You protested, the blush increasing on your face. The fact that she tickled you to death was embarrassing enough on its own. Yelena cackled and turned on her heels, making her way out of the gym.

“Whatever you say Squishy! Have fun training, I’ll go brag about how I tickled you to death to everyone upstairs!” She called out, before disappearing in the direction of the elevator.