#wlwloversfics

Hand in hand, you follow as Natasha leads the way to the bathroom. She pushes through the sweaty bodies and dodges potential spills from the reds cups dancing along others. Your eyes land on her swaying hips, taking in the outfit you pick out for her. Dark black jeans, strapless top — in which took some convincing which resulted in a sore jaw — and the leather jacket Natasha insisted she’d wear so she could offer it to you the second you stepped outside and complained it’s too cold.

The music is blasting, almost echoing down the halls. Colorful lights fill the room, reflecting off the disco balls hanging from the ceiling while the music vibrates off the walls. After walking down the mile long hallway, Natasha pulls you into an empty bathroom. The bathroom is big enough to pass as a bedroom, but you stopped questioning Tony’s money spending habits.

Nothing to worry about, at least not when Natasha’s lips find yours.

The kiss is messy and wet. Her tongue pushes past your lips and finds its way in your mouth. Her surprisingly warm hands find your neck, fingers dig into the back of your neck as her thumb strokes your cheek. Pulling away she spins youso you’re facing the mirror. Your hands hold your weight as she pushes her body against your backside. Her arms trap you between the counter and her body. That’s when you feel it.

This wasn’t going to be your average bathroom fuck.

Natasha wanted to play.

“Here?”

“What better way to end the year, baby?”

Her words light a fire in you and who are you to complain? Natasha’s hand finds its home between your thighs, pulling aside your red lace panties and slipping through your already soaked folds. She is quick to bury two fingers inside you and even quicker to curl them. You swear your knees are going to give out.

“Natty, I have-” You cut yourself off with a whiney moan.

“What is it baby?” She smirks, cooled and composed.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Natasha hums in your ear and smiles when you push yourself against her hips. At this point it’s just muscle memory. Your hands find the end of your dress, they don’t have to stretch given this black mini short had to be the shortest dress you’ve wore all year. You hike up the dress over your hips, giving Natasha view of the red lace she currently felt rubbing against the back of her hand with each thrust.

“You’re so beautiful. I could just worship you.”

“That’s not the surprise, silly.”

Natasha raise her eyebrows, even more so when you pull her hand out from your panties. Making eye contact through the mirror, you bring her dripping fingers to your lips and suck. Your eyes almost flutter close when you hear Natasha groan behind you.

“Take them off and have a look.”

Confused, but determined Natasha does exactly what you say, only after you’ve spread your legs open and bent over the sink counter. Natasha’s fingers hook onto your thong and tug them down. Just as you expected you hear a breathy curse in her native tongue. Her hands grab a handful of your ass as she groans. A red jewel sitting above your glistening pussy is staring back at her green eyes.

“Fuck me, Natty.” Working your muscles to push the thick plug out as much as you can before your muscles give out and it slips back in its place inside you. “In my ass.”

The plug was a gag joke Wanda had gifted you. Its size of it made you clench when you first unwrapped it, but you knew you had to work up to its size and that’s exactly what you did and how you found yourself begging to be fucked in the ass on new year’s eve, 10 mins til midnight.

“Alright, baby. I’ll fuck you.”

She works quickly but carefully, turning your head so your lips could meet. It’s an awkward angle with a slight strain in your neck but it’s worth it. One hand between your legs rubbing your clit as the other works on pulling the plug til your muscles stretch on its widest part then pushing it back in.

How you’re still standing should be someone’s PhD thesis.

It’s all a blur, one second your letting out moans as she curls her fingers inside you once more and the other you feel her pushing in the tip of strap she had been hiding from you all night.

“Relax baby. Almost there.”

Groaning when her hips are finally pressed against yours. The stretch is delicious and has you seeing stars. You had been craving this.

The redhead whispers sweet things in your ear, but they hardly stick. Your brain is working overtime just try not to come while you try your best to welcome the stretch of your ass. Her fingers never leave your clit and it makes it hard to stay quiet. Almost like you’re playing a game on whether you can be louder the music playing outside.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“I needd to usee the bathroom, pleasuh.” A slurred voiced says behind the bathroom door.

You gasp loudly, but Natasha’s hand covers your mouth.

“Come baby you don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

Her thrusts become quicker as the pressure in your lower belly gets harder and harder to ignore. Your hands are pressed against the mirror and that’s when you see her.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

Another knock.

“My dream girl.”

Her pushes you to your limit and before you know it there’s a loud countdown.

“Five!”

Her fingers find themselves curled inside you once more. The feeling of both your holes being filled has you weak.

“Four!”

Another finger added and her hips speed up.

“Three.”

The hand covering your mouth travels south and wraps around your throat.

“Two!”

A small squeeze with a whisper of ‘I love you’.

“One!”

You come as your legs shake and fingers drag against the once spotless mirror. You feel yourself leak onto the fingers still curling inside you. Whining when your ass feels a bit sore when Natasha pulls out.

“Happy new year, baby.”

You barely process anything. Natasha however is quick to recover as she washes her hands, pulls your dress down and stuffs your panties in her back pocket. Her hands wrap around your waist and tug you upright. You hum in response as you let her walk you out of the bathroom. Your ears are met with even louder music and happy cheers from everyone. There’s confetti in the air and fireworks in the sky.

“Happy new year, Natty.”

-

The two cat ears standing on top of your head seem to capture Yelena’s full and undivided attention. Testing the waters you snap a finger in front of her, but her bright eyes don’t blink, carrying on with her intense stare.

“Yelena.”

Your sweet voice pulls your girlfriend out of her daze and she hums in response.

“It’s nothing serious, I just forgot to take them off,” you say as your hands reach to take the headband off. Before you can blink your hands are stopped by your girlfriend’s before she shakes her head.

“No. Leave them on. I think they are cute,” she says, signaling for you to continue your conversation. There is no hidden emotion in her tone, just a simple statement so you listen, give her a smile, and continue talking about the last couple of hours you spent with Kate. You explain how Kate insisted you buy the ears for the upcoming themed party she invited you to.

Weeks go by and the cat ears are never brought up again, nor are they worn again, at least not after the party. Instead, the ears haunt Yelena in her sleep. The pointy, black, fuzzy ears take up her thoughts in her mind and she can’t shake the image of you wearing them, sitting pretty on your knees looking up at her. She can picture your face leaning into the palm of her hand as she pets you.

Over the course of three weeks her dreams consist of you crawling towards her as she tugs softly at your leash. Her eyes move wildly beneath her eyelids as she dreams how her fingers tighten a leather collar around your neck. She hums in her sleep when a soft jingle coming from the gold bell attached to your collar meets her ears.

The dreams are sweet and innocent for the first two weeks. Maybe up to the start of the third. However, those dreams take a drastic turn when the black cat ears reappear on top of your shared bed.

Yelena, trained to overcome anything and everything, is frozen at the entrance of your shared room. Flashes of you wearing the ears, meowing at her, and whining for pets replay in her head. These corrupt images make her curse before she walks out with her cheeks flushing.

As if the images were a preview to her dreams, later that night, Yelena’s dreams are then filled with you beneath her whining her name as she holds your hips in place. She vividly remembers the dirty words she whispers into your ear as you reach closer and closer to your second - no third orgasm.

“Come on Kitty, let go for me.”

Yelena wakes up panting after that dream. The ache between her legs has her cursing under her breath, even more so when her sitting upright wakes you.

You moan softly, using your hand to rub your sleep away from your eyes, “Another nightmare?”

Yelena is silent for a second, stuck deciding whether or not to lie. Should she say yes or admit she has been dreaming of petting, loving, and fucking you?

Luckily, you assume it’s the first instead of the latter based on her silence. She sighs when she feels your warm hand rub her thigh. Your touch is supposed to be comforting, but it only fuels her ache.

“What was it this time?” You whisper, worrying if you spoke any louder Yelena would break down. If that did happen, it would not be the first time.

“It was you.”

You nod, blinking away the bit of sleep that lingers. Waiting for her to keep talking, you rake her finger through her tangled bed hair. Gently tugging at her knots, Yelena leans into your touch.

“You were so pretty. You are pretty, kitty.”

The name slips out, but not by accident.

“Kitty?” You ask slightly thrown off.

Yelena only nods before climbing on top of you, letting the bedsheet pool at her waist. Her thighs trap yours and her eyes are blinking slowly at you letting you know what type of dream she really had.

Yelena smirks when you make the connection.

“It was the cat ears, huh?” Your soft chuckle is cut short when Yelena leans down to press a kiss on your lips. Your hands find her waist and your thumbs slip under some band t-shirt she typically wears to sleep. The altered and loose neckline gives you the perfect view of her breasts with her on top of you, so you tug at her t-shirt. It’s a silent beg for skin contact.

“Nuh uh,” Yelena shakes her head. Detaching your hands from her waist, she pins them above your head. “Keep your paws to yourself, kitty.”

Her words make you gasp, this is a new side of your girlfriend. Never has she shown any interest in these types of dynamics. She was always satisfied with softer sex and sweet pet names, never real pet names.

Her hands pinning yours down squeeze your wrists softly, a silent instruction to keep them there. She gives you a soft kiss before climbing off your lap, her booty shorts give you a preview of what she is going to let you see later making you smile. You wait patiently on the bed with your hands on top of your head, resting on the pillows as your girlfriend searches your drawers. You can feel the excitement radiating off Yelena’s skin when she finds the ears that sparked this new fantasy.

She raises the ears to your hairline as she signals you to lift your head. Carefully, the ears rest on your head, and Yelena is weary of the headband so it doesn’t tug or dig into the skin behind your ears. You smile at her thoughtfulness and almost lift your hand to caress her face, but you remember her rule, paws to yourself.

“You’re pushing against me like you’re in heat.”

Your eyes widen as you look down. She’s right. Somehow your legs have wrapped around Yelena’s waist as your hips roll to find any type of pleasure. Despite the nonchalant front Yelena displays, her panties are equally as wet as yours, if not more. It takes every bit of control in her to not bury herself between your thighs. The only thing that keeps her from licking your slick is the hungry fantasy she intends to fulfill tonight.

Her hands still your rolling hips before her hands slip under your shorts. She expertly slips her eager finger past your plain cotton underwear as she gathers your slick onto her fingers. The tips of her fingers tease your entrance. They teasingly dip inside your leaking hole and quickly move to ghost over your clit. The action causes your jaw to twitch, she glances up at your hands that clench themselves into small fists.

“Have a small taste,” Yelena says as she brings her wet fingers to your lips. As if she can read your mind, Yelena pulls her fingers away before you can get your mouth to wrap around her middle and ring fingers. “No. Small taste,” she shakes her head.

Confused, you look up at her.

More of your slick builds up when she tilts her head to the side, she mocks you, “Dumb kitty. You don’t know what a small taste is? Stick out your tongue.”

She almost hisses when you stick out your tongue with your mouth wide open. Slowly, you put the clues together and retract your tongue until only the tip peeks past your lips. Immediately you are met with praise and the familiar taste of yourself, “There you go, Kitty.”

Yelena repeatedly feeds you your slick on her fingers by brushing them against your tongue in short and slow motions. This creates the illusion of your kitten licking her fingers and when you get the hint you bob your head so you’re the one licking and she isn’t the one feeding your own slick.

“Such a good kitty.”

Your drool pools on her fingers and she laughs. Before you can beg, her fingers are back home and tease your entrance. The eyes you give her are enough for her to show you mercy. Two, wet fingers pushing themselves inside you and you whine loudly when she slowly builds a rhythm.

“Want to hear all your pretty meows.” She whispers in your ear. “Okay, kitty?”

You nod harshly as your hands grip the soft pillow above you. Your nails scratch at the soft pillowcase and suddenly Yelena is jealous of the inanimate object, however, before she can say anything, one particular thrust of her fingers makes you moan.

Poor pillow, it’s only fair Yelena saves it from you right?

“Touch me.” It’s a simple order, but you don’t even know where to touch first.

Your hands slip under her t-shirt. Fingertips drag against her soft skin before they reach up to her breast. You playfully tug at her nipples and smile when she whines. Your left hand gets lost in her wild, bed head and your right kneads her breast, almost like a cat.

Yelena kisses you like her life depends on it; however, she never loses focus on her working fingers. She breathes you in and curls her two - nope three fingers inside you. Her tongue licks your bottom lip and her teeth come out to play. The lewd sound of your mouths fills the room and it makes you shy.

Her fingers don’t stop, instead they work harder and faster. She matches her fingers with every roll of your hips. You swear you almost pur when Yelena whispers sweet praises in your ear. She whispers how good of a kitty you are and how she wants to buy a pretty collar. Maybe even buy you a bowl with your name on it.

“Please.”

“Should get you a tail to match these ears?”

Those words trigger your release and you’re moaning into your girlfriend’s neck. Smug, Yelena finds your lips once again and lets you ride out your orgasm until you’re a twitching mess.

Nevertheless, you still whine loudly when she pulls away from your lips and throbbing pussy.

Yelena is out of bed before you can even blink. She stands at the edge of the bed and tilts her head, calling you over. It takes a second for you to adjust and she doesn’t blame you, instead she gives you new directions, “Crawl to me.”

You blink. You’re wet between your thighs and your heart beats rapidly in your chest. Like the good cat you are, your hands and knees meet the cold floor. Every step has you falling deeper into a floaty headspace where you only want to moan Yelena’s name and lean into her touch.

“That’s it, Kitty. Almost there,” she praises, only after she has licked your remaining wetness off her fingers.

Yelena hums when your head perks up the second she clicks her tongue the same way she does when she sees a stray on a street. Her eyes stop at the ears resting on your head and then at your crawling figure.

With one last step, you reach Yelena’s feet. Obediently, you sit your ass on your heels and place your hands flat between your legs where you feel incredibly empty. A quiet sound escapes your lips when Yelena pets the top of your head. Her hand trails down to your cheek and neck before she tilts your chin up.

“You pur so pretty for me.”

You want to whine when her hand leaves you, but you’re rewarded with Yelena stepping out of her sleeping shorts and her nudging your face between her legs.

“Kitten licks, okay? Just like we practiced.”

You nod quickly before the tip of your tongue gently licks the heaven between your girlfriend’s thighs. The thigh that suddenly hooks over your shoulder muffles your girlfriend’s soft sighs which leaves you a little sad.

“Such a good kitty,” she praises yet again. You don’t know how it’s possible but Yelena pushes you closer to her before moaning, “Keep going.”

Her taste drips onto your tongue and your hands itch to touch her. You bob your head up and down with every lock which causes the ears on your head to slip forward. The sight of your ears bouncing with every lick has Yelena cursing before looking up at the ceiling. Her sighs get louder and heavier with each lick and you know she’s close. Usually your girlfriend needs a bit more than just your tongue to get off, but you have underestimated her love for your ears.

“Come on Kitty. Ah-” she cuts herself off with a loud moan when you suck her swollen clit into your mouth. Yelena chants your name, forgetting about your new nickname as the seal finally breaks. You let Yelena ride your face until her hips twitch, overstimulated.

When Yelena comes down from her high, she praises you and whispers a sweet ‘I love you’ before slipping the cat ears off your head. You chuckle when you see a very prominent blush on her cheeks. You had no clue your girlfriend had this fantasy, but you’re glad she finally acted on it.

Giggling to yourself you hold Yelena’s stretched out hand and let her lead you to your shared bathroom. With your empty hand you playfully hook your nails to Yelena’s band t-shirt.

“Thank you,” you say shyly.

The way you hide yourself from her stare makes her smile, because she should be the one thanking you. You’re the one that let her make her fantasies come true. She smiles softly at you before pulling you in for a sweet kiss, tugging off your shirt and sleeping shorts. Her lips leave for a few seconds and you stand in the middle of the bathroom as you watch Yelena set the tub for your shared bath.

“I should be thanking you, Kitty.”

You smile and pray that your new nickname sticks.

“Feels good,” Natasha sighs, completely forgetting about your prior agreement. It was a joke at first, something along the lines of ‘I’ll eat you if you eat me.’ You knew this would happen, but she forbids you from calling her out. Natasha Romanoff is somewhat a pillow princess. It’s a secret she forced you to swear you’d take to your grave.

“Yeah, baby?” You tease, digging your fingers in her the flesh of her ass and spread her apart.

Her breathless ‘yes’ is cut off by a whiney moan when you blow air against her glistening pussy. Before she can complain, because you know she is about to complain, you use your grip on her ass to pull her onto your mouth. You waste no time, you lick everything she has to offer. Burying yourself between her thighs until there is no room to breathe. The pleasure is consuming for both you and Natasha.

You could not ask to be in a better position.

Is it a little hard to breathe? Yes.

Is your neck going to be a bit sore tomorrow? Yes.

Is the love of your life who is currently sitting on your face worth the soreness and lightheadedness? Thousand percent yes.

“Oh fuck.”

You can barely hear her whimpers and moans but you know they are getting more frequent with the way she is spilling onto your tongue, feeding the greed your tastebuds have.

You can’t help but smile against her clit when you feel Natasha practically go limp on top of you. She truly is made to look pretty on a bunch of pillows. Problem is this makes it a bit hard for you to do your work.

Light, repetitive taps on Natasha’s outer thighs bring her out of her empty head. You hum against her skin, letting your fingertips weightlessly drag over her skin.

“Natty, baby?”

“What’s wrong?” She has now transferred all her weight from your face to your torso. Her head is perfectly cushioned using your thighs as pillows.

“Need you to do something for me.”

“Oh, I’ll do it n-”

“No, I could care less about that,” You swear you hear her sigh in relief before you continue. What a pillow princess. “Need you sit up right and ride my face.”

Natasha holds her breath for a few seconds. She knows you know that she doesn’t like putting in the work, but she also knows whenever she does you treat her good.

Your tongue finds itself licking her clean again when you don’t get an answer. “Can you do that for me, Natty?”

In a span of a few seconds and some convincing licks, Natasha’s head is no longer resting your thighs, instead her head is tilted back. Surprisingly, she is sitting upright; she careful to not put all her weight on your face. Her hands, which are on each of your thighs, brace herself and she pays no attention to the pain her nails instill in the meat of your thighs. Surely there will be marks tomorrow, but you know she’s sorry.

“Good job, baby.”

You silently tell her to start moving her hips with your grip on thighs. Reluctantly, she starts to grind her hips against your mouth. You lay there with your mouth open wide and tongue sticking out. Natasha whines particularly loud when you move your tongue towards her hole. Her hips want to freeze, tired and lazy but your words of encouragement keep her from doing so.

“Come on, Natty. Don’t you want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

Your words work almost as well as shot of espresso. Her hips are quick to work her body up and down, chasing her climax, but they are still lazy. Her hands go up to her breasts. Her hands grip each one to stop them from bouncing. Before she knows it she is playing with both nipples, whimpering even louder. You can picture her, filthy and whiny.

“I- Fuck.”

Awkwardly, your hand finds its way between her thighs. You make sure to not move too much given the woman on top of you is very close to begging to come. You want to laugh at the gasp of air she sucks in when your thumb finds her clit.

You already know.

Natasha’s brain is fuzzy. There isn’t a single thought —besides maybe being mad at you for making her ride your face— in her head. She is preoccupied with the pleasure she feels. Her eyes are rolled back, her nipples are sore from her own torture, and her pussy is clenching on your tongue.

“Can I come?”

Your thumb moves a little faster.

“Oh shit. Can I? Please.”

You let out a loud hum, making her hip jerk and then making her squeeze out a breathless ‘thank you’ and moan. She gushes all over your tongue. The taste of her fills your mouth, easing the greed your buds had. This pleasure is even more consuming causing her body falls onto of yours, bringing her clit even closer to your lips. Ignoring her obvious need to catch her breath and take a break, you lick her throbbing clit. She whines when you don’t stop. She falls apart on your tongue a second time. You don’t stop licking until she finally pulls away from your loose grip on her thighs.

She turns her body to lay next to you. Boneless and breathless, her hands go up to cover her eyes, overwhelmed. You swear you hear her let out a curse when she finally catches her breath. Natasha giggles when she hears you sit up.

“Did you like it?” You whisper against her skin. You climb on top of her, dragging your lips from her pelvis to her chest. You pepper light kisses on her each of her breasts befroe heading to her neck.

“Mhmm. Loved it,” Natasha hums happily, tilting her head to the side go give you better access to the sensitive spot on the underside of her jaw.

“See what happens when you put in a little more work?”

“Actually I hated that part.”

“Such a princess.”

Kate’s arms slipped around your waist while her lips found your bare shoulder. She kissed over the forming marks on your heated skin. She didn’t pay any attention to the same neighbor she sometimes helped carry groceries up the stairs. That neighbor was now bright red once they realized Kate was nude, completely unbothered. You said your rushed goodbyes and failed at keeping the noise down.

Your jingling keys did nothing to signal to your girlfriend that you were home. Their sound swallowed by the music Kate added to her ‘Gym’ playlist. After settling down, you found yourself taking a peek into her gym. She noted that the extra bedroom in your apartment would be the perfect place to work out. Your eyes trail over her body.

Her arms are glistening with sweat. Fly away hairs are glued to her forehead and her cheeks are flushed red. You watch as her necklaces dangle in the air with each push up. Her form is impressive, she makes it look easy. Staring at her lips you can see her counting under her breath, the last number falls past her lips with a loud sigh. She gets up to sit on her bench. She leans to get her water bottle and that’s when she sees you.

“Hey baby,” she says with a smile, setting her bottle down and lowering the music with her phone.

“Hi Kate.”

“How was your day?” She spreads her legs just an inch, welcoming you between them as you make your way over to her to greet her with a soft kiss.

“Was okay,” you hum against her lips, giggling softly when you feel her wandering hands.

“You look pretty, baby. Those are nice jeans,” she compliments with her eyes trailing down your body.

“Oh really? Thank you, a really pretty girl gifted me these jeans.” You reply playfully, giving her a nice twirl.

You recall the time she bought them. The skin on her arms was indented with the strings from the numerous shopping bags she insisted only she’d carry. She bought you so much you always had to find a way to rearrange your closet to fit even more clothes. Don’t even let her get started on jewelry. Your nightstand always had some type of jewelry resting on top. Sliver and gold necklaces, tennis bracelets, and rings sparkled with the soft light coming from your lamp. Kate loved buying you rings. Sometimes when she’s bored she just stops by the some random jewelry store and buys you another ring. She always takes a mental note on your reaction, trying to figure out which is your favorite style…. for research purposes of course.

“Girl has good taste,” Kate jokes slipping her hands into your butt pockets, giving your ass a playful squeeze that makes you laugh. “I’m just finishing up here. Do me a favor, baby,” She looks up at you. “Can you hand me the massage gun?”

You hum, turning to get what she asked for. You bought it for her birthday, you remember her smile when she realized what it was. She had been complaining about being sore after working out and occasional cramps, so you did what any good girlfriend would do. You added it to you shopping cart. You mess with the buttons, checking if it was charged.

“After you finish up, want to eat out?”

It’s quiet for a moment and look at your girlfriend confused. You roll your eyes playfully when you see the look on her face. The same cocky smirk you learned to love is on her face as she jokingly licks her lip.

“I mean since you’re offering. I wouldn’t mind…” Her hands grab your hips, her fingers tug on your belt loops forcing you down on her thigh. “I wouldn’t mind eating you out.”

You throw your head back with a laugh. The position you’re in is awkward, but before you can get off her thigh, her arm hugs your body down. Her unoccupied hand grabs the massage gun from your hand and switches it on.

“Finish up with me?” She asks innocently.

Too innocently.

Your hands went to her shoulders, awkwardly rubbing them to massage the forming knots. She sighs softly, you always loved the way you relaxed her. Dropping your hands to her arms, raising your eyebrows when you feel her muscles. Your lips part and suddenly you are hyper aware of your position. You never really noticed her ‘pump’ after working out, you were always quick to rush her in the shower or was simply not home to witness it; however, now you felt it. Kate seems to be in her own world, aiming the vibrating gun on her biceps.

Are you supposed to use it on your arms?

“Feels weird. I usually just do it on my legs,” she shrugs as if she can read your mind. You don’t know how you don’t put two and two together. It’s Kate for crying out loud. The both of you have been dating for the past two years and you still don’t know how you didn’t see her meticulously planning something in her head.

She smiles at you, it’s not a sweet smile.

It’s dark, and widens when your body jerks forward.

Vibrations crawl down her thigh and between yours. Just on the first setting, the vibrations were enough to dig your fingers into her flesh. Loud moans escape your mouth. Kate’s thumb hits a button, bumping up the speed and you feel like you’re flying. Throwing your head back leaves your throat to be Kate’s next victim. Her teeth bite at your skin making you hiss in pain. Your hiss quickly turns into a whine when she pulls away. A text notification pulls her attention away from you.

“K-Kate,” you whine. Your voice is shaky and you’re almost sure your eyes are crossed. Subconsciously your hips flex towards her body, your forehead fell at the junction of her neck.

“Hold on,” she is quick to dismiss you, not even caring one bit about you grinding on her bare thigh, like a bitch in heat. She doesn’t care that you are purposely shoving your breasts in her face to pull her eyes away from the screen and onto you. Your breathing become harsh, every vibration feeding into the sudden pleasure. Forcing your eyes open you look at Kate’s phone. She is the middle of typing a text when you whine again.

Kate shushes you.

Soaked between your thighs, with your wetness seeping through your pants and onto Kate’s thigh. An occasional moan would slip past your lips and it would result in a sharp stare from your girlfriend, but after the third one Kate had enough. Why she wanted silence was beyond you. Was she finally on the neighbor’s side?

Her empty hand, phone finally put away, fell right on your ass. A loud slap echoed through the room. Your skin burned, but it never stopped your hips, only made them faster. The slap only makes you moan louder. Clearly annoyed, the vibrations stop and you are left panting with want. There’s drool that piles by the corner of your mouth, but you quickly try to recover yourself. The inside of your thighs are numb.

“I told you to stay quiet, baby,” she tuts, her hand squeezes your face. She’s taunting you, knowing damn well how much you love when she gets cocky.

“But Daddy, I need you,” you whisper the words against her skin. Your lips are swollen from your teeth tugging at the poor skin. Fingertips dig into her clothes, a silent beg for her to get undress despite her being half naked and you being fully dressed.

“I know you need me, baby.” She whispers back, pushing her face closer to yours so your noses are brushing against each other. Her tongue peaks out from her lips and licks yours. “Want to know how I know?”

You don’t know what game she’s playing at, yet. Nonetheless, you nod, bumping your noses again. Leaning in for a kiss, you part your lips and tilt your head to the right. Patiently you wait because you know more is coming.

“It’s not because you’re begging for me,” she declines pressing a wet kiss against your lips before she pulls away with your bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s not because your eyes have gone all hazy.” You suck in a deep breath when she turns the gun back on and places against her thigh so you can feel the vibrations. “It’s because I can feel how wet you are between those pretty thighs.”

You whine into her neck, your body is shaking with need and it’s only then do you realize how right Kate is. You’re soaked between your thighs. Your panties feel like a second skin and your poor jeans do nothing to help when it came to friction. Drunk with pleasure you nod at her words. Grinding even harder against her thigh, chasing your high.

“‘m so wet,” you whine, sinking your teeth into the bare part of her shoulder. The salty taste of her sweat meets your taste and there is a small part of you that loves the taste. The bite makes Kate hiss in pain, she pushes you off slightly. Before you’re able to overthink why she practically rips your blouse off of you. Your blouse is now resting on top of a dumbbell and Kate’s mouth found its safe haven between your breasts. Not bothering to unclasp your bra, she shoves the padded material down, just enough so your nipples appear. Her lips wrap around your right nipple without warning.

“Come on, baby. Ride Daddy’s thigh. I know you want to.”

You can feel each syllable against your breast. Sensitive and needy you follow her instructions and whine when her lips find your left nipple. Kate, never the one to chose sides, gives the same treatment to the left breast. Groaning into your skin as her unoccupied hand finds your back. Dragging her fingertips down your skin until they find your jeans again. Kate loved the sight in front of her. You grinding against her thigh, bottom lips between your teeth, sweat building up on your forehead, sweet sounds escaping your lips, and most importantly the growing wet stain between your legs which ruins your jeans.

“Daddy knows your body too well, huh?”

She’s taunting you.

“Moan my name.”

“Kate.”

“Louder.”

“Kate!!”

The vibrations are strong — too strong. Your head feels fuzzy and eyes can’t seem to focus on anything. Drunk with pleasure you throw your head back, giving Kate more than enough space to attack sensitive parts of your neck once again. Hips are rolling fast against Kate’s thigh. Too busy chasing your high you barely kiss back your girlfriend who pulled you into a messy kiss. You whine against her lips when you the feeling in the pit of your stomach gets ready to be released.

“Fuck Daddy. I- I’m gon-,” you stumble over your words as Kate gives up on massaging her thigh and places the gun directly on your pelvis.

“Come on, baby. Get all messy for me,” Kate whispers against your skin, encouraging you to soak through your jeans. She bumps the vibrations even higher, sinks her teeth into the soft skin on your collarbone, and rolls your nipple with her free hand. It’s enough to push you off the edge.

Your eyes roll back as your whole body seizes with pleasure. Your fingers dig themselves into the full muscles in her arms. Your thighs clench trapping Kate’s so she can no longer bounce it. You feel wet between your legs, no doubt making your jeans a darker blue than before. You don’t know when the vibrations stop and the praises start.

“Pretty girl.” Kate’s mouth finds your ear, her teeth trap your earlobe, “Doing so good for Daddy.” Kate pays no mind in the aftermath stings caused from your nails. You smile softly when you feel sweaty arms wrap around your waist and a flushed cheeks rests on top of your naked breast. Kate, always the sucker for skin-to-skin contact, whispers how good you are for her. You giggle softly when you feel her wandering hands rub your back and her soft lips find your collarbone.

“You’re so pretty, baby.”

“Thank you.”

Kate laughs against your skin. Even when your mind isn’t working at its full capacity you still manage to keep your manners in check. The minutes you take in hold each other feel like hours, the both of you just enjoying each other’s touch. It isn’t until the sweat begins to build up that you pull away. Kate whines when you pull away but understands because her skin was flushed, which makes you feel bad. She never had the chance to cool off after her workout.

“Kate, honey. We need to shower. You’re stinky and I’m messy.” You groan, scrunching up your nose and giggling when Kate is clearly offended when you stated the truth. 

You jump off her lap when she reaches to tickle you. Smirking when you escape from her attacks and watch as she gets off the the bench. You back away and you sprint to the door, playing a small game of cat and mouse.

“You’re not too sore, baby?” She asked with faux concern, raising your suspicion as she makes no move to chase away you like she usually does.

“No. Are you?” You challenge, looking back at your girlfriend who is pulling off her sports bra, it takes all your willpower to not look. She stands shirtless in the middle of the room for a second before she walks to you. She takes advantage of your eyes that dart to her chest and grabs you.

“Never, just wanted to check in cause I still need to eat you out.” She says with a wink. Her hands cradle your face as she makes you walk backwards to your shared bathroom.

“I made a promise to my girlfriend and I intend to keep it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm.” Kate nods as she presses a gentle kiss on your lips.

Finally, the both of you are in the bathroom. Loud giggles fill the room along with the sound of the shower as you get undressed. Kate checks if the water temperature is okay before she gets in and offers her hand to you as you step inside. Sighing softly at the water as you wash away your sweat, and worries. It doesn’t take long for Kate to fall on her knees and hike your leg over her shoulder. Her directness has you holding yourself upright against the sage green tiles you have decorating your shower wall.

“Fuck Daddy.”

Her tongue is gentle, licking your throbbing clit. Kate takes everything you offer her. She moans softly at your salty taste that is watered down with the droplets of water that also fall on her face. She takes in the way your finger get tangled in her soaked hair. She takes in the way you can’t seem to hold your moans, forgetting how loud you can get. It isn’t long til Kate adds her fingers. Her pointer and middle finger find their way inside you. Kate is careful to make sure you don’t lose your balance before curling her fingers in a ‘come here’ motion. You let out a high pitched whine when she repeats the motion again and again.

“I’m gonna come again! Oh Kate.”

Kate keeps a steady pace and makes sure to not be too rough knowing you’re sore despite your confident ‘no’ you said earlier. You can’t get over the feeling of her tongue, eyes rolling back as you moan her name over and over. Your hips roll against her face, forcing her tongue to lick over her fingers and her nose bump your clit. The sound that leaves you is pornographic making Kate laugh against your pussy and another voice yell.

“Can you guys hurry up in there?! I have to use the restroom.”

Your gasp is loud but is quickly switched to an even louder moan when you fall apart on your girlfriend’s tongue. Your fingers tug on Kate’s wet hair and she pushes her mouth closer to your pussy.

“Kate, Kate, honey. Who is that?” Your words are rushed as you try and catch your breath, legs are still shaky and you’re pretty sure your eyes are crisscrossed…again.

“Yelena.” She says as if it is obvious. You blink, once then twice and look at your girlfriend who is already rinsing the shampoo off her dark hair.

“What?”

“She was on her way when you were,” she pauses as she reaches for the loofa behind you. “Well you were… you know,” she pauses and then drops her mouth and rolls her eyes back before mimicking you, “Oh yes, Kate. Fuck, Daddy!”

You feel the heat on the your cheeks and grow hotter when you hear a very confused, russian accent outside the bathroom door a second time, “I thought Y/N finished already?”

You’re mortified, but Kate only laughs as she steps out of the shower. Walking out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her waist, leaving the top part of her body bare.

“Yelena, don’t you know we have a guest bathroom?”

“Don’t you know I can hear her from the hallway?”

It was days like these that you really hated Natasha’s job. You were wet between your thighs and the last words Natasha said to you were echoing in your head. “I’m super stressed and need to take this extra time to get some things out of the way”. 

You were completely fine... earlier.

Now, you were a panting mess. You did everything you could think of to distract you from the ache between your legs. You had tried to read a book, to clean your room, snack on some chips, and even tried to take a nap. Nothing had worked and you knew if your were to pull your panties to the side, your pussy would be soaked.

It was an impossible decision. You could walk into Natasha’s office and beg for her to touch you and maybe get denied or you could risk it, break the rules, and take care of the ache yourself.

Collapsing onto your bed, you scream into your pillow. You could just cry, you were that horny.

You begin to whimper when the bunched up comforter brushed against your lace covered pussy and the cold comforter feels like heaven. Your face was covered by your soft pillow, so it was muffling your moans that could have been heard from the hallway, but not from Natasha’s office.

Slowly grinding your hips against the cool material, you begin wiggling your hips, trying to find the perfect angle. You exhale loudly out of annoyance when the comforter does absolutely nothing to help. Flipping over onto your back, tears begin to pool up at the corner of your eyes.

“I just want to come!” You sob out to no one in particular, minutes away from throwing a tantrum.

Huffing and puffing, slapping your hands on your bed to find anything to help you, you sigh in relief when you reach a pillow.

Maybe that’ll help...

Moving the soft pillow between your legs, flipping over onto your knees in the middle of the queen-sized bed. Slowly grinding your pussy on the pillow, you let out a small moan at the new-found friction.

Grinding faster, the ache about to finally be satisfied and die down. Your fingers grip onto the white pillow for dear life as your orgasm gets closer.

“More. More. More.”

Whining loudly when you jerk your hips faster, wiggle them from side to side, up and down, and still nothing. Nothing. The ache is worse. As if you had fed the fire instead of putting it out.

And that’s how you found yourself dragging your feet towards Natasha’s home office. Ignoring the fact that the door was closed shut, which always meant to leave her alone, you didn’t think twice before walking past that door.

Whimpering when Natasha’s frustrated voice fills your ears, you spot a small phone pressed against her ear as you walk in. Her hands are clenched into fists, her right leg is bouncing up and down, and you can see she’s trying to keep her cool with the goddamn idiot on the other line.

Natasha’s head jerks toward your direction when you shut the door. She takes one look at your teary eyes and says her rushed goodbye.

“What happened, baby?”

Guilt runs through your body. If only she knew you walked in here because you’re freakin horny!

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I- Mommy don’t get mad.”

Natasha’s eyebrows furrowed at the use of the name the both of your saved for the bedroom. She takes this time to study your body. A black oversized shirt covers most of your upper body, stopping mid thigh. You’re playing nervously with your fingers as your teary eyes continue to bounce throughout Natasha’s office.

“Come here, baby.” She demands softly, patting her lap.

You walk towards the uninformed woman in shame. Straddling her lap and resting yourself on her thighs, the small action just enough to raise the oversized shirt and give Natasha a clear view of your soaked panties.

“Baby?”

You let out a shaky ‘hmm’ when her finger lifts up your chin. She takes in the dried up tears on your cheeks and the small scrunch in your eyebrows and raises her brow. 

“Did you come without permission?”

“No, Mommy!” You quick to reply, ranting about how you would never, though you don’t mention the fact that you had thought about doing it earlier and probably would have, if you could actually get yourself off.

“You didn’t?” She asks, her eyebrows still raised. With both of your eyes locked on each other, and you’re so focused on her green orbs, you don’t notice her hand sneaking between your legs. “Then why are you this wet, huh?”

Letting out a loud moan, you begin bucking your hips against the hand cupping your wet pussy. With her palm rubbing your throbbing clit, you bury your face into her neck.

“Mommy, I just didn’t want to bother you. But it got so bad.” You take her silence as your permission to keep going. Her feather like touches on your pussy don’t stop. Her pointer finger is circling around your clit and she’s gentle but firm, making you squirm in her lap.

“So I touched myself.” The words are so quiet, you wouldn’t be shocked if Natasha asked for you to say them again. Natasha’s hand that’s between your legs twitches for a second before you panic and begin to explain yourself once more. “But I didn’t come!”

“Mommy, you don’t understand. I can’t come without you. It was so bad it made me cry,” Salting tears are beginning to pool in your eyes, Natasha takes the time to study your body language, read your facial expression. “And I still couldn’t do it.”

“So you decide to walk in here so I can make you come?” You open your mouth to answer but she’s quick to question you again.

“You thought you could walk in here, put on this little show just so I can make you come?”

Yes.

“No, Mommy. I know you’re busy.”

She chuckles at your failed attempt at lying to her face, and her hands falling to your waist, pushing your hips forward, helping you grind into her lap. Natasha has an evil smirk on her face when your pussy meets the large bugle in her pants.

She’s packing. Fuck.

“You’re lucky, baby.”

That’s all the permission you need to unbutton her pants and pull the strap out of her pants. Moaning at the sight of the thick toy and wanting nothing more than to feel so full. Wrapping your hand around the toy, you whimper when your fingers don’t meet and Natasha jerks in to your hand.

Oh.

The toy is double ended. Natasha had been working with the curved end inside her. The whole time. “Go ahead, baby.”

Nodding frantically as you push the toy against your soaked panties, wetness seeping through the thin material and wetting the toy. Natasha leans back as she observed your rushed actions to get yourself off. Enchanted by the view of your glistening pussy when you pulled your ruined panties to the side.

Pushing the wide tip into your entrance, your breath becomes uneven as the toy stretches your wet pussy. Natasha whispers sweet nothings into your ear, encouraging you. ‘Take more’ ‘Be a good girl for me, baby’ ‘Such a tight little pussy’

Whines fall past your lips when you’re half way there. You already feel so full, the thick toy would be your endgame.

Crying out her name when she buckles her hips up and aligns yours down to meet hers. The rest of the strap is buried deep inside your tight pussy making you moan. This is just what you needed.

Natasha is patient and listens to your breathing as it steadies out. Her thumbs play with the hem of your underwear. Pressing a tiny kiss on your lips before returning back to work.

“What are you doing?” you ask frantically.

“Gonna work.” She replies as it was the most obvious answer ever. She leans forward to get her phone, the sudden movement causes you to moan.

“B-but-”

“But what?” she mocks.

You wanted her to fuck you. Put out the fire between your legs. Fuck the pain out of you. But no. You could clearly see none of that was gonna happen.

“You see pretty baby, I’m going to continue to work while you keep me warm.”

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