#fun smut

“Dad really does need to stop calling me for this stuff” Beatrice grabbed her sister’s arm and placed it over hers.

“I mean I get why you’re here. You’re freaking husband is the host.” She continued on.

“Yes, and you’re still la princesa. Which is why you must be here. Everyone wants you here. To be graced with your presence and poise.” Anna, her older sister, chuckled.

“Oh hush” Beatrice ruffled her gown a bit more. “You’ll be fine. I know you don’t like these things, but it’ll go by fast I promise.” Anna added.

“Anna, te necesito aqui” her husband called out to her. She nodded and gave her sister a thumbs-up. “Smile.” She pointed to her mouth. Beatrice gave a snarl.

          “Like you mean it” Anna blew her a kiss and turned away.

Beatrice didn’t get why she was still seen as the little princess of the drug world. She was 21year old woman. Not the smily shiny little girl she once was.

And yet she was still the holder of the title.

Every cartel had one. One daughter of a founding member of the little gang seemed to become some sort of twisted Disney Princess.

And in her world she was chosen. Was chosen and raised accordingly. She always thought her bright red hair had marked her. While everyone else in her family sported a sheer black look.

Her father, Rodger Millow, was the biggest partner north of the border. They resided in New York a few miles from the big city. She was still called to accompany him to these cartel parties and events. Like it was a country club or something.

The only saving grace to Beatrice was her sister, whose husband worked in the business.

Now faced with being partially alone she turned to meander with the little people of the group. Mid tier people trying to make it in the bigger fish’s pond.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she paused. Beatrice had specifically chosen a more adult look. This was to be the last time she played Princess.

Her hair framed her face with loose curls at the end.

She picked out her long shimmering gold Valentino cocktail dress that had a slit in the side that went straight up to her hip, save for an inch you could have seen something you shouldn’t.

She looked up and suddenly realized that guests were pouring in. That was her cue to whisk them away.

Practically leaping into the arms of Don Eladio she twirled them around into a hug. She could tell they all got the message. She was a grown woman who can now take your breath away.

“I’m so glad to see you” she smiled. “It’s been too long” he kissed her cheek and went on to start the party. He was good at that. The Salamanca’s stood close behind him. She warmly greeted Hector and simply said hello to the others.

But Lalo, didn’t simply take the simple gesture.

“You look breathtaking, my dear” he cupped both her hands and kissed them.

“You’re still a scoundrel I see” she giggled nervously. He was much much older than her. He could have been her dad at his age. But she still ate it up.

“Thank you, though. It’s nice of you to say” Beatrice stumbled out. “Why don’t we have a drink, eh? You look nervous” his smile could just melt her. She only nodded in response and let him take her away.

The night went on and for the bulk of it Beatrice had been talking to Eduardo. No matter how many times she tried to leave he’d guide her back to him. He asked her to dance and she very willingly agreed.

Lalo knew exactly what he was doing to her. He wondered how he hadn’t done this sooner. Daddy’s girls always fell for him. He loved it.

He pulled her closer and danced just about chest to chest. “Mr. Salamanca, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me. Lalo leaned in to make his official move.

“Quiero hacer algo más que coquetear” he deepened his voice and whispered to her. Her face turned purple she blushed so hard. Beatrice felt lightheaded from his attentions. “I-I um. I don’t know what to say to that” she stumbled.

“You don’t have to say anything” he grabbed her hand and dragged her along behind him. Finding an empty room far away from the party, he whipped her around and kissed her.

She slunk back becoming intimidated by him and his stature. Beatrice knew that this was a line she probably shouldn’t cross. That Eduardo Salamanca was known for doing this.

But God, his cologne, his touch, his voice all of it was so intense and inviting. She could feel him smoothing her over. And she liked it.

“You want this don’t you” he half asked. It was really more of a statement, but she had whimpered a yes as she deepened the kiss. He had her against the wall. “I’m not very…” she looked around.

“Experienced? I know. That’s why you need me. I’ll show you how it’s supposed to go. Make you feel things that boys can’t do.” He brushed her hair out of the way. Tugging so she had to look him dead in the eyes.

“You think you’re that good” she breathily laughed.

“I know I am” he turned her around to face the mirror that made up one wall of the room. “Your brother-in-law an exhibitionist?” He smiled biting her neck leaving little marks as he went. “Wouldn’t know” Beatrice breathed.

“We should stop” she couldn’t look away from the mirror. Neither of them moved to do anything of the sort. “I don’t think you want to do that” he chuckled at how much he was effecting her.

He moved to undo her dress, it dropped with a thud on the floor. Her chest and bare body now exposed. Lalo tossed her on the bed like nothing. He scraped her underwear off with ease.

Before she knew it, he was on her. Rolled up his sleeves and dove in. Her hips bucked on their own as she twitched at the feeling. “Ahh!” she bit back what she wanted to say.

He looked up from the mess he was making. “Don’t you dare hold back” he said with a dark glint in his eyes. She was inclined to obey.

“Fuck” she squealed. “It’s too much! It’s too much” she writhed on the bed trying to move away from the source of overwhelming sensations. He gripped her thighs hard enough to leave marks.

She felt something she had only felt with herself. “Oh fuck, Daddy” she cried out as one of the strongest orgasms in her life shocked and pulsed through her.

He looked up grinning, “Daddy huh?”

“I’m sorry it just came out. I” he cut her off.

“Did I say I didn’t like it?” He questioned. Quick to undress himself, he motioned for her to get closer. “Show Daddy what skills you have” he guided her head down.

Beatrice smiled and began greedily sucking him down. Easily taking all of him. “Ohhh fuck” he laughed and threw back his head. “You do this too easy, little girl” he breathed.

She looked up stopping for a moment, “I’m a singer, I know my throat very well.” She went back to making him groan and grind against her mouth and tongue. He felt a bit too close, and had no intention on stopping. He pulled her away and looked down at her. “Up” he simply commanded.

Bouncing up and wiping her mouth off she did as she was told. She had a hungry look to her. To Lalo she was perfect with her hair all messed up and lips so pink; just waiting to be told what to do next.

Wordlessly he topped her and without hesitation slid into her. She whimpered at the fullness she felt. He began bucking and leaning over her.

“Yes” she whined, “You are great! Holy fuck!”

Eduardo laughed effortlessly and decided to make her go crazy. Knowing exactly how girls like her wanted it.

He situated them into doggy facing the mirror.

He felt her pulse around him. “Oh, you’re the exhibitionist” he pulled back her hair and used it as a handle. “ You like seeing what dirty things Daddy is doing to his little girl.” He grabbed at her picking up the pace as he did.

Beatrice moaned and shook her head fervently. “Use your words baby girl” he smiled.

“Yes” she said between poundings. “Yes what?” He smirked as he moved his hand down to her clit and began to pull at her seams.

“FUCK! I fucking LOVE what Daddy does to his little girl” she closed her eyes and practically screamed. “I know you do” he growled.

Lalo dug deep and went even harder. “Dah-daddy I’m going to” she squealed. “Cum for me Beatrice” he gritted through his teeth. She came so hard she felt it running down her legs. He felt it too and was head over heels for her. She was just so eager to please and easy to play with.

 As much as he wanted to stay like this, having her call out his name and anything else she might think of.

“Where do they usually” he grunted. “Out, but I’m on”Beatrice belted out as he hit her especially hard. “Good girl” he said.

Grabbing her hips, he locked eyes with her in the mirror. Looking at how beautifully undone the young woman beneath him. Finally he found his release with a smile and a groan.

Lalo and Beatrice fell together in a mess of sheets.

“We should get back” he threw his arm around her.

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Melinda May Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Non-Linear Narrative, Flashbacks, Reunions, Ronin Clint Barton, POV Clint Barton, POV Melinda May, Clothed Sex, Angry Sex, Door Sex, Wall Sex, Vers Male Characters, Undercover Sex Work, First Times, Friends With Benefits, catching feelings, Angst, Hopeful Ending Summary:

"He doesn't want to see Hawkeye. He's made that clear." Natasha was kind enough to not point out that there hadn’t been any visits to any of the other Avengers either. She knew he was talking about something different. "If he doesn't want to see Hawkeye...he sure as hell doesn't want to see Clint Barton."

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When SHIELD falls and decades’ worth of classified documents are released out into the digital landscape, SHIELD agents all over the world have to deal with the fallout in different ways.

Clint Barton uses it as an excuse to take a trip down memory lane. What he finds brings more questions than comfort. Luckily, he has more than a few tricks up his sleeve, and he knows just how to use them to his advantage.

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To be honest this was just inspired by Matthew Goode’s admission that he likes a bit of ‘slap and tickle’ in a TV interview!!  I don’t know if other countries have a similar saying – but it basically means naughty/fun sex.  This takes place in the soup kitchen after everyone else has left.