#tasha cloud

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”She tried to flop so bad! But you had her messed up baby the ref was looking right at her-”

”Yeah?” Tash grins, sliding the keycard to get the hotel door open. She’s been all smiles, beaming still from the adrenaline of the amazing game she had.

”- and that steal in the fourth? The pass to Stewie? Fuck babe,” you gush. Tasha is eating all of it up, smiling from ear to ear as she lets you in first.

”Mhm, tell me more mami,” her voice is more hoarse and raspy than normal, worn out by the game. Her hand snakes around your waist as she closes the door behind you, walking you in by your lower back.

”- and that block in the fourth,” you add, turning to your girlfriend, eyes twinkling with pride and admiration. ”You’re just so tough T.”

”You think so?” She asks softly, wrapping her hands around your waist. She runs her fingers up and down, finding your hips and digging her digits into your skin. 

”Yeah baby,” you hum, leaning into a kiss. But she dodges, not grinning anymore. No, now she was serious.

”Then why don’t you take off your clothes and get on your knees.”

The mood shifts quickly, the giddy atmosphere suddenly loaded with tension. You swear there’s a waterfall between your legs, making your underwear damp. Seeing her play the way she did, so fired up and passionate had you going crazy all day. But you were prepared to have to wait, assuming she might be exhausted. She had given it all to the game. Seemingly it was the opposite, the adrenaline still flowing through your girlfriend.

So, under her piercing gaze you do as she says. Painfully slowly, you pull off your t-shirt and throw it over your head onto the floor. Tasha keeps her eyes on you, covering the lower half of her face as she looks you up and down.

Unbuttoning your jeans that fit you just right, you push them down your legs left in a matching red lingerie set. Tash is nearly drooling.

”Goddamn mami,” she groans, unbuckling her own belt in a hurry. Her movements are frantic and desperate, suddenly half undressed in front of you in boxers and a white tank top.

You drop onto your knees, never breaking eye contact. With soft, teasing kisses you run your lips against her muscular thighs. Tash groans, she doesn’t want to play these games. Not right now.

”Thought you were proud of me,” she starts, pulling down her boxers at once. ”Show me.”

With that her hands grab hold of the back of your head and she’s pulling you in. Not that she had to, you were already itching in to taste her.

”Fuckkkkk,” she groans, throwing your head back as you kiss sloppily along her slit, darting your tongue out. She’s soaked, folds covered in her slick already. No wonder, Tash had been wanting you since giving you that touchy, sweaty hug post game.

”Shit mami,” she gasps, mouth falling open, tattooed hand gripping onto your hair. You stare up at her, eyes fluttering shut when she yanks your hair. She’s beautiful, all muscle - prominent abs heaving as she inhales deeply, the outlines of her biceps visible even as her arms rest. ”Making papi feel so good.”

You whimper at the sounds of her grunts, doing everything in your power to make your girlfriend feel good. Allowing your tongue to poke out, you run it against her dripping folds, lapping her up. You’re too gone to be precise or focused, your only goal to get her to cum for you.

”Take that bra off,” she hisses, heavy eyes stuck on the way you look - doe-eyed and needy. Like a complete slut and somehow an angel all at once.

Without hesitation you reach back, unbuckling your bra and throwing it somewhere behind her, your mouth never leaving her pussy. A guttural moan leaves her open mouth, hand reaching down to fondle your bare tits, slapping them both.

You wince, back arching subconsciously as your own need grows in your abdomen. It’s almost embarrassing when you feel your own wetness making your thighs sticky.

”Oh mami,” she moans, lips wrapping around her clit causing her to let out a high pitched moan. ”Such a good girl, so beautiful.”

You whine and whimper at her words, running your long nails against her thighs. Goosebumps rise on the surface of her skin, and you take that as a sign to keep going. You dig them into her, scratching hard enough to leave marks. This drives your girlfriend crazy, forcing her to throw her head back. 

Satisfied, you smile into her pussy. Seeing this, she grins too before biting down on her bottom lip. ”That make you happy? Making papi feel good?”

”Mhm,” you nod, closing your eyes as you swirl your tongue and mouth against her. 

”Tell me baby, let papi know.”

”Wanna- make papi feel good,” you mumble into her dripping cunt, pink tongue circling her sensitive bud. She groans, grabbing the back of your head harder and pulling you closer. She’s chasing it now, her own high. Not caring if you breathe or not. And quite honestly you didn’t care either right now.

”Aw shit,” she moans, eyes squeezed shut as she starts to grind herself against your mouth, fucking your face. It drives you crazy, completely putty in her hands, willing to do anything for her.

”Mmm,” you moan, feeling the painful throbbing inside you. But Tash ignores it, enjoying the way your moans vibrate against her. Her thighs tremble as you scratch up and down, eyes rolling back. 

”You’re gonna make me cum,” she gasps, raspy whimpers leaving her lips.

”Mhmmm,” you hum, moaning against her. You needed to get her off desperately.

”You’re so sexy,” she whimpers, pulling you somehow closer, cutting off all your airflow. But you don’t care, your tongue working endlessly until she’s reaching the edge.

You lap her through it, letting Tash ride out her orgasm until she’s letting go of your hair. With a gasp of air you pull back, face glistening with her.

Tasha bites her lip and pulls you back up by her jaw, kissing you hungrily. It catches you by surprise. But you kiss back, your tongues clashing as she walks you backwards, hands groping everywhere - your waist and breasts and ass.

Suddenly you’re being flipped around pushed against a wall. It’s cold against your skin, cheek pinned to it tight as Tash holds you there by your hair and waist.

”What’re you doing?” You ask, struggling and squirming. The need between your thighs was growing unbearable.

She smacks your ass, and growls. ”Stay here.”

So you do, breathing coming in ragged waves as you wait for what feels like forever. But you remain patient, praying you’ll get your reward eventually.

Then, finally, footsteps creep closer behind you, big hands landing on your hips. You feel like you’re going crazy, desperate for relief. 

”Papi…” you whine, curling your back to show her how badly you needed to be touched.

”Mmm,” she hums hoarsely, slapping your ass again. You gasp. You needed more. ”What mami?”

”Please,” you cry out, cheek flush against the wall still.

”Give papi a lil taste first,” she groans straight into your ear, her hot breath tickling against you. She falls onto her knees behind you as you subconsciously spread your legs for her. Tasha moans. You’re dripping through the lace of your panties.

”Shit,” she mumbles, pulling them down. You hang onto the wall like a lifeline, but the trembling of your legs is making it hard to focus on anything but that - and the cold air hitting your slick core.

”Lemme taste that pussy,” Tash murmurs, licking up the mess on your thighs. Her tongue runs upwards, warm and wet. At last her hands spread you apart by grabbing your ass, and she leans in.

”Ohhhh baby,” you gasp, legs spreading even further and pushing your ass out for her.

Simultaneously chuckling and groaning into your pussy, she begins to lap you up, tongue teasing your entrance.

”Oh yeah mami? You like that?” She murmurs, the sound of her slurping coming from between your legs.

You can’t answer, whimpering as your nails scratch against the wall and legs shake around her head. It seems to satisfy her.

”I think you do,” she mumbles into your folds, nose protruding inside you when she nuzzles closer. It causes a shiver, your cunt squeezing around nothing. Tash doesn’t miss this, pulling back and spreading your pussy open.

”Want your strap,” you whine, voice more pitiful that you’d like.

”You want papi to fill you up babygirl?” She asks, finger circling your entrance.

”Yes.”

”Beg for that shit,” she hisses, standing up and pushing up against you at last. The silicone is heavy and cool against your ass, teasingly missing your pussy.

”Please baby,” you cry out. It’s not enough. Tash slaps your ass, harder than before. Certainly leaving a bruise this time.

”Please papi, need you to fill me up,” you continue, turning your head to look behind you. She looks completely fucked out and blissful, looking down at your body as she slaps the strap against your cunt. The sound fills the room, causing you to throw your head back.

Without warning, Tasha guides the silicone to your entrance and slams her hips into you. A loud gasp forces your mouth to fall open. The woman behind you moans, beginning to pound you with her strap.

The stretch is delicious, the tip poking against your g-spot every single stroke. The squelching is sinful, your wet cunt wrapping tightly around her. It doesn’t take long till your eyes start to water, barely holding yourself upright.

”Aw sh- Tash,” you cry out. Her hand grabs your hair, pushing your red cheek flush against the concrete. 

”Yeah? You like that? You like my strap?” She asks, panting as she uses all that adrenaline to pound into you. She’s in your guts, deeper than anyone ever had been. It’s too good, too rough.

”Love this pussy,” she groans, slapping your ass twice and leaning into your shoulder with wet kisses. You stumble, legs nearly giving out.

Tash chuckles again, kissing her teeth as she leans back to look at the strap slipping in and out of your cunt, covered in your slick. 

”Fuck,” she hisses, pulling out. You immediately protest, the empty feeling bordering on painful as you throb. ”Turn around.”

Too fucked out to listen, she flips you over and pins you against the wall again. The concrete is cold against your clammy back, but you don’t care. Only thing you cared about now was getting to cum.

”Look so sexy, mama,” she grunts hoarsely, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. ”Jump.”

Putting all your trust in her, you wrap your legs around her hips. Like expected, she grabs a hold of your thighs, holding you up with ease.

Tasha reaches behind you, and guides the silicone to your entrance again, pressing you closer and harder against the wall. A sigh of relief forced from your lips, as its length slips into you again. Now nose to nose with her.

She’s hissing, using all her strength to pound into you, tattooed biceps bulging. You’re a moaning mess, mouth wide open listening to the sound of skin slapping together. 

”Papi,” you gasp, letting her fuck you into the wall.

”I’m right here,” she moans, never easing on her movements. ”Such a good girl for papi.”

Her words make you cry out, long nails scratching at her spine. She grunts with every thrust, determined to bring you to the edge. You bite your lower lip to muffle your own moans.

”Open,” Tash commands into your ear, nuzzling her nose into the crook of your neck. As you do so, she lets a warm spit drip onto your tongue from her mouth. It forces your cunt to throb, gushing around her length.

”Tash, baby,” you mewl, entire body tensing as a result of the strap prodding the soft tissue inside you. Your climax was building fast. ”I’m close.”

She moans, eyes fixed on your scrunched up expression. She couldn’t dare to look away, your face only giving her the stamina to go faster. 

”You gonna cum on papi’s strap?” She asks, taking in big gulps of air. You can merely nod, mind too gone to get you to form real words. 

”Tash, papi-” is all you can cry out. Her name like an oath.

”I’m here, look at me babygirl,” she grunts, your cunt gripping the silicone tight. Opening your eyes, you find her eyes already on you, pupils blown out.

”Papi,” you repeat, your voice high-pitched and desperate as that familiar knot builds in your gut. She’s so big, so deep inside you, hitting all the right spots.

”Cum on this strap mami,” she gasps, never letting up her pace. Your wetness is gushing around the silicone, each stroke deep but fast, the desperate look in her eyes being the final straw to get you there.

You grip onto her with your arms and legs, scratching her skin red as you release on the strap slamming into you.

“Fuck mami,” she grins, eyes locked on you as you cum and moan her name. “Fuck you that good huh?”

“Shit,” you gasp. She slows down, still staying inside you while you catch your breath. Finally, Tasha carries you to the hotel bed and places you on it, the strap leaving you. A wince spills from your lips due to the sudden emptiness, body completely worn out. The mattress beside you dips as your girlfriend lies beside you, scooping you quickly into her arms. You feel weak and sore, Tash feels it now too with her adrenaline used up.

“I should play like that more huh?” She asks, fingertips tracing your arm. You hum happily, too tired to open your eyes.

“Yeah,” you agree. “Need to see a ring on you.”

Tasha chuckles, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. “I’ma have you in bed for days after that.”

“Bet,” you agree, mind buzzing with admiration still thinking about your girlfriend and how she left it all on the court that day.

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“griner!”

natasha’s voice carries over the sea of fans dressed in turquoise, her hand clasped tightly in yours as you follow behind her.

she’s been on a roll lately, and you can see the difference in her attitude every day. with the wedding (mostly) planned and a down payment put down on your guys’ new house, she’s been on cloud nine (no pun intended). this home victory was the cherry on top of what has been a perfect week.

but there was one last pièce de résistance natasha had grilled into you yesterday, and that was that you guys had to see brittney griner, natasha’s longtime friend and old teammate.

natasha had been careful not to post anything about the engagement on social media or tell anyone who may have slipped the news to brittney, wanting to do it with you in person.

the crowds make way for you two, cameras being shoved in natasha’s face as you two weave through people. “griner!” she yells again, bouncing on her toes to see over the swarm of heads. you jump up a little too, trying to find her. it takes about two seconds before you see the back of a head that has a good six inches on the next tallest person on the court.

you two finally manage to stalk up behind her, natasha waving her hand quickly to signal you to crouch low as she follows suit, waiting a moment before natasha launched up and springs onto brittney’s back. the massive woman jumps a little and strains to turn her head, catching sight of the ends of natasha’s braids and your tinier form standing behind her before she lets out a surprised, genuine laugh.

“fuck, tasha, you scared the shit out of me! and y/n!” natasha gets off brittney as she pulls you both in for a hug, clapping her hand across natasha’s back. “god, i missed you two. how’s the power duo doing?”

you can see how natasha tries to maintain a casual expression, but ultimately fails as the edges of her lips keep cracking up in a giddy grin. “yeah, good, same old, same old, you know.”

you have to keep yourself from busting out laughing at how stupid she sounds trying to play things off. “well- we actually have something for you,” you say, taking the reins instead as you open your purse.

“a little announcement, if you may,” natasha adds, her hand coming up to cover her grinning mouth a little too obviously.

you fish the invitation from your purse, taking a breath before passing it off to brittney. she lets out a bit of an awkward laugh, unsure of what to expect. “you guys know you don’t have to give me birthday cards anymore,” she muses, huffing out a laugh as she inspects the card and the script on the front of the envelope. “hey, i appreciate the fanciness, though.”

“no, you idiot, open it,” natasha sighs dramatically, two seconds away from ripping the invitation open herself.

brittney raises an eyebrow at natasha, then you, but doesn’t argue as she slits open the top of the envelope with the edge of her nail. she slips the card out, a slight, incredulous grin on her lips as she reads the front to herself. “‘you’re invited’…?”

but then she finally opens it fully, reading the inside and not saying anything for a moment before her head shoots up, her eyes like saucers. “a-are you? are you guys fucking serious? y/n, gimme that hand,” her own hand snaps out to take your left arm, bringing it up to her face to inspect the stone on your ring finger. “shit, tasha, you fuckin’- you did that!” she exclaims enthusiastically, shaking your hand a little before letting go to pull natasha into a tight hug, clapping her large hand over your fiancée’s back again.

“congratulations, you big lovebirds,” she grins as she pulls away, looking down at the invitation again. “always thought you were too much of a pussy to actually do it,” she grins cheekily back up at natasha before her gaze flits over to you. “c’mere, wifey,” she says before also pulling you into a hug, admittedly more gentle than she and natasha’s. “shit, you guys,” she laughs when she pulls away.

“so clear your calendar for the second half of september, girl,” natasha muses, biting her bottom lip a little. “the festivities are gonna go hard. you may want to prepare your liver a few weeks in advance before coming.”

you and brittney laugh before the cameras and microphones start closing in again, disturbing your short moment. brittney lets herself be pulled away, but turns to look back at you and natasha as she waves the invitation in the air.