Kyra’s In Her MBF Era

|Call me Kyra, or KK |21| Taylor Swift enthusiast. A slut for men wearing masks 💜| Multi fandom| pls be 18+ to interact! Thanks! Ageless blogs will be blocked!

[cherryswift13]

I just love her 😭✨️🥹

[wandaslovey]

𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓉𝑒

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ dom!wandanat x fem!reader

word count ~ 3.6k

summary: your bratting causes you to earn a punishment you weren’t quite prepared for

authors note: this one shot is based off a random thought i had, along with a cute nonnie that added inspiration with this ask. full disclosure, this is my first time writing smut in a hot sec, so please be nice! this is not proofread.

content warning(s): dom!wandanat, mean!natasha, soft!wanda, power dynamics, bratty reader, heavy exhibitionism, teasing, inspection, humiliation, dirty talk, strap warming, strap on sex, light choking

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you had been bratting all day. it was a lethal combination of whining, eye rolling and talking back. you pulled out all the stops. your attitude had finally set natasha over the edge — her normally being the more impatient one between your two dominants.

just when the consequences were about to catch up with you, wanda was able to talk natasha down. she soothed her with whispered words in her ear you couldn’t make out. though you were curious what was said, it did nothing to curb that feeling in your stomach that demanded a reaction from them.

you were now seated in the backseat of natasha’s black acura nsx. your arms stubbornly folded across your chest as you peer out the window.

“detka, put your seatbelt on.” wanda firmly reminds you. she glances back at you from the passenger seat. your eyes narrow, silently challenging her. her expression doesn’t falter and it irritates you to no end. she was too calm — too composed. almost as if your whole afternoon of bratting meant nothing to her.

“just make sure we don’t crash the car and it’ll be fine.” you mumble, your eyes darting away from wanda’s. one more second staring into her eyes would cause you to cave.

“put your seatbelt on. now.” natasha cuts in, her voice firm and laced with poorly contained agitation. you glance at natasha in the rear view mirror. her eyes snap to yours as if she could sense you looking at her. her stare cuts deep like daggers, daring you to defy her.

your eyes harden, but you comply nonetheless. it was a matter of picking your battles, and this was one you were willing to surrender.

the sound of your seatbelt clicking in place cuts into the silence. there was no radio playing nor did anyone connect their phone to play music. there was just the hum of the engine.

“where are we going?” you ask, taking note of the highway you were on. there were numerous restaurants either of them could have chosen, so it was hard to guess.

“you’ll see when we get there.” wanda replied. her cheerful tone was slightly unsettling. she should be reprimanding your attitude, but there was none of that.

as natasha weaves through traffic, you find your mind wandering. you try to piece together what you might be walking into with this dinner. wanda had picked your outfit, which wasn’t abnormal, but the skirt she put you in was questionable. it was short and tight, paired with a matching halter top. it wasn’t like her to dress you in something so revealing. that wasn’t what put you on edge as much as the crotchless panties she picked out. when you first saw them laying out on the bed, you thought she might want you to wear a toy as well, but there were no toys laid out for you to put on.

“now you’re quiet?” natasha asks, darting across two lanes as she drives like a bat out of hell. well, at least as much as the traffic currently allowed. you shrug in response to her question, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of a verbal reply.

“reflecting on your behavior earlier i hope.” she adds, glancing at you in the mirror again. you grit your teeth, your defiance flaring up again at her words.

“i would if there was something to reflect on.” you reply, opting for staring straight out the front window instead of looking in her eyes.

you see natasha’s grip tighten on the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white from how firmly she was grasping on.

“okay, (y/n), that’s enough.” wanda chides, reaching a hand back to rest against your knee.

“she started it!” you exclaim, finding it unfair you were the one being reprimanded when natasha was clearly goading you.

“i said enough, little girl. be nice to your daddy.” wanda’s tone was more firm this time. it was a warning — one you opted to ignore.

“i’ll be nice if she’s nice to me first. you know how the saying goes - ‘treat others like you want to be treated.’” you were asking for it and you knew it. wanda opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by natasha’s chuckling. it was dark and without a trace of humor.

“natalia.” wanda warns, now placing her hand atop natasha’s thigh. she squeezes firmly, giving her a look you’re not sure what it means.

“i can’t. she’s driving me insane.” natasha groans, the car accelerating as she weaves through more traffic.

“just trust me. we’re almost there.” wanda soothes, an edge of seduction in her tone. her hand caresses along natasha’s inner thigh, gently kneading and massaging. it seems to do the trick as natasha’s shoulders begin to visibly relax.

she takes exit 12A, turning right on the road. you remain silent for the remainder of the drive, simply observing your surroundings.

when the car is finally in park, you glance out the window and read the big cursive letters of a restaurant you’ve never been to. it looks nice enough, a mixture of different classes of people filtering in and out of the door.

you unbuckle your seatbelt, sliding out from the vehicle. your movements are distracted and slow. you were still unsure what would happen here tonight. you couldn’t ignore the growing pit in your stomach any longer.

upon entering the restaurant, you were surprised at the eclectic decoration. there were some european themes sprinkled here and there, but overall, it was hard to name what they were going for.

you stand behind wanda as the three of you wait your turn in line for the hostess to seat you. you wrap your arms around wanda’s waist, pressing your cheek against her back as you sought comfort before the impending doom. natasha looks at you, her eyes a brewing storm. you pout at her, your arms tightening around wanda.

“we are way past the pouty faces, puppy.” natasha is clearly still impatient, having had enough of your attitude. one pouty face was not going to change that much.

wanda steps forward to take the front place in line, your feet shuffling to keep up with her. you were unwilling to let go yet.

“reservation for 3 under ‘romanoff.’” wanda tells the hostess. natasha reaches for you, untangling your arms from around her wife as she pulls you to her side. her grip was firm, causing the knot in your stomach to tighten. with her free hand at the small of your back, she pushes you forward as the hostess leads the three of you back to your booth. it was by far the most secluded section of the restaurant.

the hostess drops off the menu’s, murmuring something about enjoying our meal before natasha is ushering you to slide into the U shape booth next to wanda. she slides in after you, effectively sandwiching you between her and her wife.

wanda divvy’s out the menus regardless of the fact that one could be shared between the three of you given your close proximity.

you open up your menu, doing your best to use the tall, wide flaps as a sort of privacy folder to hide your face. you pay little attention to the food items on the menu, just staring at the letters as you zone out.

you were just about to flip the page of the impressively extensive menu when you feel wanda’s fingertips gently tease along the bare skin of your thigh. she traces wavy lines down and then back up the inside of your thigh. goosebumps rise in their wake at the soft touch and it doesn’t take long for you to begin shifting in your seat.

you chance a look in wanda’s direction, but she wasn’t looking at you. she seemed to be intent on finding what she wanted to order. you open your mouth to ask her what she was going to get when you feel natasha’s hand squeeze just above your knee. you straighten your posture, your eyes darting to natasha now as if she’d called your attention.

“anything look good?” she asks. the corners of her mouth twitch upwards in amusement at your deer in headlights expression. to an onlooker, natasha would appear perfectly normal, but you know better. you can see her eyes dilating, her expression darkening as if she were hungry for something not available on the menu.

“umm..” you start, pressing your legs together at the sight of her darkening eyes.

“ah, ah. none of that.” natasha croons, her grip still firm as she wrenches your legs apart. her hand dips dangerously close to your core, her fingertips now performing a sinful dance of their own on your sensitive skin.

their intent on taking you to dinner is now crystal clear. the ache in your core becomes deeper, more difficult to ignore. butterflies begin swarming in your stomach at the thought of being played with when there were so many people that could see.

“daddy.” you hiccup, your eyes giving away your trepidation. your lip juts into a pout, your hand moving to rest atop hers.

you feel wanda’s hand come around to gently grip your jaw, manually turning your head to face her.

“what’s your color, milaya?” her eyes are the softness you seek in this moment. truthfully, you were okay, but this still felt so… naughty.

“green.” you reply softly after a moment of hesitation. wanda scrutinizes your expression for a second before inevitably deciding you were being truthful.

“then i don’t want to hear anymore protesting from you. understand?” natasha’s breath is hot next to your ear as she chimes in. a shiver runs down your spine at both the temperature and her words. her fingers are playing with the edge of your panties now, so close to feeling the growing dampness there.

you frown, a noise of protest sounding in the back of your throat. would they really dare to fuck you here in front of all these people?

“can i get you ladies something to drink?” the kind waitress’s voice cuts off your thought. wanda’s grip tightens on your thigh, keeping your legs open like she wants them. natasha’s fingertips tease your panty line.

“just water should be fine.” wanda replies with a friendly smile. your face flushes pink as the waitress makes eye contact with you. does she know that your girlfriends hand is quite literally up your skirt right now?

“you got it!” the waitress smiles at you before leaving the table. you inhale sharply as natasha’s fingers bump against your clit as she inspects your wet slit. you grip onto the table in front of you, swallowing thickly as you try to compose your expression.

wanda’s fingernails scratch gently against your thigh — a reminder she was equally as present in this moment.

“how wet is she?” she asks her wife, making no effort to lower her tone.

“she’s ruined her panties.” natasha murmurs amusedly, her fingers still running up and down your exposed slit. you can feel the cool air against your soaked core as she plays with you.

you groan softly as your face flushes impossibly pinker. it took everything in you to not close your legs. not that either of your girlfriends would let you anyways.

“such a naughty puppy. you like this, don’t you?” wanda croons in your ear, her hand now traveling to your back to slide underneath your skirt so her hand was partially cupping you ass.

“no! no i don’t.” you spit out stubbornly, though the weight of your words meant nothing as your tone was entirely too breathless.

just when you thought neither of them could be more bold, natasha takes her hand out from under your skirt, holding her fingers in front of the three of you. even in the low light of the restaurant, her fingers still glistened with your wetness. your eyes widen at her shamelessness. you desperately grab at her hand, trying to hide the evidence of your arousal from any prying eyes.

natasha was having none of it. she uses her free hand to gather both your wrists to hold captive. her arousal coated fingers grip firmly onto your jaw. her fingertips dig into your cheeks, your teeth pressed uncomfortably against her grasp.

“don’t fucking lie to me.” she grits out, her eyes hard and unforgiving. she releases your face and wrists once she’s made her point. with your newly freed hands, you gently rub your sore cheeks, stretching your jaw in either direction.

“here are those waters.” your waitress reappears, placing three waters in front of you before disappearing once again.

“this is too public.” you whisper as you watch the waitress walk away. your eyes follow her until she is no longer in your sights.

“that’s not for you to decide.” natasha responds, pulling you into her lap.

you’d been on both hers and wanda’s lap in public many times before, but this felt very different. she pulls your body backwards until your ass is flush against her where you can now clearly tell she’s packing.

the feeling has you squirming in an instant as you wonder if she meant to do what you were thinking.

natasha hand wriggles in between your bodies and you hear a zipper through the chatter humming through the restaurant. your eyes snap to wanda’s, a desperate expression etched into your features as if she would save you.

“you’re okay, baby.” wanda soothes, running a hand down the back of your head. “we don’t get to choose the consequences of our actions, do we?” she adds quietly, the back of her hand brushing softly against your cheek.

you whine a little too loud, but neither of them say anything. natasha shifts again and you can now feel her faux cock resting against your slit as your weight rests on top of it.

the waitress comes back, this time with a pen and paper. “alright, are we ready to order?”

“yes, i think we are.” wanda responds warmly, opening her menu back up to look at what she wanted to order.

natasha carefully manipulates your body, making sure your wet cunt coats her length. the action was subtle enough that it wasn’t too noticeable.

you stop breathing all together, doing everything in your power to not contort your face.

“and for you?” the waitress asks you just as the tip of tasha’s cock is pressed against your entrance.

“uhmm— i..” you gasp, clearing your throat to cover up the sound.

“she’ll have the french dip sandwich, and i’ll do the same.” natasha replies for you, gathering the menu’s in her hand and holding them out for the waitress to take.

“great choice! i’ll go ahead and get that started for you guys.” she walks away at last and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

your moment of reprieve is short lived as natasha shifts you again, using her strong thighs to raise your body so she could more easily slide her strap inside of you. the stretch is familiar and addicting, but this was no place to lose your composure.

“daddy..” you start, but natasha’s grip tightens on your hips, her way of telling you to be quiet.

you chew your bottom lip anxiously. you feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. it’s sure to stain the pants natasha is wearing. doesn’t she care?

you can’t deny that you feel so deliciously full. she must have packed one of the bigger dildos apart of their impressive toy collection. it’s almost impossible to sit still as your walls twitch around her cock.

“is it too much, detka? do you want to move?” wanda pouts sympathetically, but you know it’s all for show. her hand returns to your thigh once more, caressing innocently as if you weren’t currently cock stuffed.

“do you want mommy to play with your clit?” she asks gently as she scoots closer to you and natasha. you shake your head quickly, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to focus.

“no? you want daddy to instead?” she adds to which you shake your head more fervently, gasping for air as you feel your body losing the battle to remain still. your hips begin to rock ever so slightly, but you already want more.

“i was going to wait until we got home, but maybe i should make you cum here. just like this.” natasha murmurs. she can feel every little move you make, her control slipping by the second.

“please daddy… please. not here.” you whine desperately, hoping she would have mercy on you. you rock forward and back, her strap rubbing perfectly against your walls. she groans at your pleading, seeming to have lost the battle of control.

you’re suddenly lifted off her lap, the movement too quick to process. you blink, and in one second natasha has stuffed her strap back in her pants. she reaches over and yanks your skirt back into its respectable place before grasping onto your wrist and pulling you out of the booth.

she guides you once again with a hand on your back. you stumble slightly, the pace she was forcing upon you faster than you were prepared for.

you make it to the ladies room, natasha urging you inside before she practically slams the slow closing door shut. she locks it behind her and then she’s on you. in an instant, she lifts you up until your back is pressed firmly against the cold, tiled wall.

there was no use in protesting—not that you wanted to. there was a fire in her eyes, one that you had been craving to gaze upon. it was a mixture of pure desire and frustration you had so carefully worked her up to.

she uses one strong arm to hold you up, the other wrenching her zipper down to free her faux cock. you’re already panting for air as you watch her quick movements.

she enters you in one swift move, holding your body up from the back of your knees. you make a noise that was probably a little too loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care now.

she sets an unforgiving pace, her fingers digging into the fat of your thighs.

“you wanted this, didn’t you.” she grunts out, your body moving with the force of her thrusts.

“yes!” you cry out. you were way beyond being coy and bashful.

natasha reaches a hand up to cover your mouth, muffling the little noises you were making.

“you’re such a fucking whore. goading me until i was pissed enough to fuck you like this.” her voice is breathless from the exertion, but she still maintains the same pace.

“i’m sorry daddy!” you sob behind her hand, willing to beg for forgiveness now that you were getting exactly what you wanted. you didn’t expect to get it in a public place, but it was better than nothing.

“shut the fuck up. don’t want someone to hear you getting fucked now, do we?” her hand slides down to your throat, her fingers wrapping around it. your head feels fuzzy and light, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as her strap pounds perfectly against all the right places.

you slap your hand firmly around your mouth, reminding yourself to stay quiet. truthfully your moans were only one of the things that could get you caught. the obscene noises your wet cunt was making were also very telling of what was happening from behind the bathroom door.

“‘m gonna cum! fuck, don’t stop. please daddy—“ you pant breathlessly, your eyes teary and glassed over as you look at her. natasha was breathless as well, her brows knitted together with pleasure of her own.

“i don’t think so little girl. brats don’t get to cum.” she slows her pace, wanting to keep you on the edge. you whine in protest, throwing your arms around her shoulders in an effort to keep her close.

“oh, please daddy! i’ll be good. i’ll be good for you!” you try to negotiate but it falls deaf on natasha’s ears. there was no changing her mind once it was made up.

her lips curve up into a smile for a brief moment as she huffs out a laugh. she slows even more, your impending orgasm tapering off into nothing. you wanted to cry out again, but you knew there was no use.

“if i let you cum tonight, it’s going to be on my time. not yours.” she cups the side of your face, her gaze still intense but softer than before. she kisses you firmly, relaying control as her lips move against yours and her hips finally still.

she pulls out of you, guiding your wobbly legs until you were standing steadily on the ground. she fixes your skirt and her pants again, making sure the both of you looked presentable before you had to exit the bathroom.

she kisses you again as she smooths some stray hairs behind your ears.

“i really can’t convince you to let me cum right now?” you put on your best pouty face, hoping it’ll do the trick.

she laughs, her fingers curling under your chin. “no, puppy. at least i won’t.” she emphasizes, releasing your face as she turns to unlock the door.

“what does that mean?” you ask carefully, hesitating behind natasha as she holds the door open for you.

“well — you’ve only just partially suffered the consequences on my end — but, you still have your mommy to make up with, remember?”

oh, you were in for a long night.

[rockemroar]

Into the LillardVerse

[flofaiiry]

oh nothing just. riding hopper on the couch after a long day at work and he’s absolutely exhausted. far too tired for anything more than just sitting there and letting you use him. one hand lazily guiding your hips and the other on a half drank beer. probably got the football game or something on in the background but he’s not watching it. not really. he’s far more interested in the way you swallow his cock deep inside you, the way you breath catches when your clit rubs for a second against the rough hair dusting around his base, the way you clench around him when he mumbles little praises— all of that is much more interesting than the colts game droning on in the background.

[very-merry-birthday]

🍓 Relax 🍓

--NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW--

"-and don't let them stay up past seven-" Dean orders into the phone, trying to sound stern, "-they'll say they're not tired but you can't listen to them- no not even fifteen-" There's a pause. He slowly brings the phone down, eyes going wide as he looks at you, "He hung up on me!"

"Probably because that's your third call in an hour." You try to hold back a laugh at your husband's expression.

"I'm gonna phone him back-"

"Baby-" you finally stand up, walking over to him, "-Stop calling. Sam's got this, he's good with the kids, you know that. The whole point of this weekend was for us to relax and you're more tense than when we left!"

"I'm fine! I just need to tell him-"

"Stop-" You lean up to kiss him, pressing your lips against his lightly to stop him talking, "-I got you a present."

He quirks an eyebrow, prompting you to continue.

You lean down to your bag, opening it up and pulling out a small ziplock bag, one pre-rolled joint inside.

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"Jesus look at you-" His fingers are curled around your waist, pupils blown and mouth hung open in a half groan, absolutely enamored.

"De- baby- fuck-" you can't say anything else, your thighs burning as you ride him, his cock filling you on every hard thrust of his hips up into you.

"Y'so goddamn gorgeous-" he hums, smiling without realizing it, "Have your eyes always been this bright?"

"You're so high-" you giggle, running your hands down his chest.

"You're high- I'm just in love-"

The sound of Dean's ringtone cuts through your conversation. He lifts it, Sam's face lighting up the screen. You know you both have the same feeling- that small twinge of worry that it's an emergency. Dean picks it up, holding it to his ear.

"The kids okay?"

There's a small pause, then he gives you a nod to continue, everything obviously fine. You move slowly, letting him fill you as you stretch out above him.

"Yeah, yeah if they want ice-cream give them ice-cream-" he hums, rubbing his thumb against your waist, "-Yeah they can watch that, it's not that violent-" he looks up at you, a dazed expression of awe spread across his face, "-Yeah they can stay up 'til nine, why not!" He nods slowly, then pulls his phone away from his ear, "He wants to talk to you."

You take the phone out of his hand, holding it up as you continue to grind your hips, "Hey Sammy-"

"Who the hell is that and what have you done with my brother."

[cutehotsexycool]

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102625 | Joe Burrow - Jets @ Bengals Bonus:

[leeharkerd]

....natasha romanoff x reader

wc: 3530?

warnings: nipple play, dry humping, intense/rough oral sex, oral from behind, mommy kink, spanking, inspection kink, multiple orgasms, strap-on sex, squirting, overstim, natasha has body hair, it's lowkey been awhile since y'all last fucked, a wink of angst, annnddd shes fucking you in her trailer,

You're fucking gushing.

You haven’t even undressed yet—shit, Natasha hasn’t even undressed yet—and still, you can feel your arousal soaking through your panties and into your pants.

Fuck, and all it had to take was a little making out and some humping to get you this worked up? Shit, you're absolutely pussy-whipped.

But in all honestly, who could blame you?

You’re straddling Natasha’s lap, her mouth all over yours—kissing you messy, wet, and hungry as you both grind into each other. It’s hard to get any real friction, the clothes between your bodies ruining the rhythm, but you’re both too desperate to care. You’ll make it work. She groans into your mouth, her pussy throbbing, soaked through, her clit aching for attention—needy and twitching beneath the pressure of your grinding bodies.

Her hands are everywhere—groping your ass, then sliding up to play with your tits. They’re still covered by your shirt, but that doesn’t stop her. She tweaks a nipple through the fabric, making you choke out a sob. Your nipples are hard and pointy, poking so prettily against your shirt. You just wish she’d suck on them already.

"Baby, you're—you're gonna make me make a mess," she groans into your mouth as she continues to rock her body against yours, and you moan, her muscular thigh pressing against your clothed pussy almost being too much to handle. God, she needs to come. Needs to take her pants off and slide her wet cunt over your mouth over and over until she soaks your chin-

But she won't. Because why would she give you what you want so early on? You need to learn, learn to be good. Learn to listen and do as told.

It's in seconds, that shes turning you over onto your stomach and ripping your clothes off. It happens almost so quickly that you dont even remember it happening.

She tears your shirt off, which is fine. It was cheap anyways, and then your pants—okay, you'll buy new ones.

It’s not until she gets to your soaked panties—ones you’re sure she’s about to tear off—that she surprises you by lowering her head instead. She wets her lips, then drags her tongue slow and deliberate over your clothed, dripping slit, tasting you through the thin, ruined fabric.

You squirm, whining and attempting to push yourself more into her touch as she eats your pussy through your panties. It's not enough, not nearly enough.

You're so horny that you literally want to die. And Natasha was not helping with that in the slightest.

You continue helplessly rocking back into her mouth to try and chase your climax, to finally reach it, though you knew you wouldn't with this barrier of clothing, whining out her name repeatedly to try and get her to touch you properly.

"Natasha, please," you whine, and she growls into your cunt, slapping your ass harshly—which tears a guttural moan from your throat. Her voice is rough as she whispers, "what, sweet girl?" Into your inner thigh, and when you try to respond, you're abruptly cut off by Natasha rudely tearing your new, expensive panties into two.

You huff into the sheets, kicking your feet as she stares at you, her eyebrow raised. "Those were new, Natasha!" You groan into the mattress frustratedly, before looking at her over your shoulder with wet eyes. "I bought them for you," you sniffle and she frowns as she picks up the ruined fabric, inspecting it.

“They’re pretty,” she purrs, “real nice… Sounds like you should think before wearing nice little panties like these," She laughs before throwing them aside, "because your stupid pussy completely ruined them.” Her hand comes down hard on your ass again, making the already sensitive flesh burn redder, stinging in the most perfect way. "But I'm sorry either way."

You sob into the mattress as she spanks the other cheek, the pain of the sting somehow arousing you even more, a gush of slick leaking from your pussy—which, of course, doesn't go unnoticed by Natasha, her thumbs already pulling apart your folds for a further look. She coos at you as another gush of arousal drools from your hole.

She loves it.

She loves it so much that she can't even hold herself back as she goes right in, spitting on your cunt before sliding her tongue over every single inch of your pussy. Her nose, god her nose, bumping up against your clit with every pass between your folds. Shes sloppy, but your cunt is just the same.

You whine as she flips you back onto your back, holding you still with her strong arms as she dives back in, sucking on your clit before going back to tonguing at your folds. "F-fuck," you moan, and she spanks your thigh in response. The impact of the slap makes your eyes roll shut, serving as the pushover you needed as your first climax of the day shoots through your body like lightning.

You're shaking violently, crying out a string of "Natasha's" as your climax surges through your over sensitive body. As your orgasm finally passes after what felt like minutes, you expect Natasha to stop, but she doesn't. Her mouth is still relentless as she savors your wet pussy. You cry out, desperately trying to squirm away from her unrelenting mouth, but her arms keep you from doing so. Forcing you to stay completely still as she brutally eats your cunt. "Natasha," you whine, and she growls into your cunt, licking you further. It's almost like it's punishment, but for what?

Oh. That's what.

“Nat—oh fuck—Mommy,” you moan, being sure to correct yourself and watching as she smiles into your pussy, not stopping for even a second. You try to close your legs, but you’re trapped—her grip tightens, holding you open, leaving you no escape as she pushes you into another brutal orgasm.

Atleast you finally got the name right.

"N-no, Mommy, please stop,” you sob, despite being unable to stop the desperate rolling of your hips “Please stop, I c-can’t—Mommy, please, I can’t!”

She doesn’t let up, laughing into your soaked cunt, licking every inch with obscene enthusiasm. Her thumb creeps up to tease your clit, soft at first—then she’s back on it, spitting before sucking hard, drawing a broken wail from your throat as your arousal and her spit drip down the crack of your ass. “You can. And you will. Okay?” she spits, her voice rough and commanding.

You thrash your head side to side, desperately trying to escape her grasp as she continues to eat your pussy. Your clit throbs with sensitivity, and it almost makes you scream when she gives it yet another hard suck. You're crying, tears flowing freely down your face as she tongues at your clit. "Oh god, Mommy," you sob, "P-please stop," you cry out, and a tight feeling coils low in your belly, one that you didn't even know was forming—the need to piss, it hurts and aches and you whine as you try to wriggle out of her punishing grip. You sob loudly, trying to find the words to describe how you're literally about to piss yourself.. But you can't, your mouth, too slack and your brain too jumbled to even keep up with her quick tongue. Eventually, after a few more long seconds of you attempting to even get a word out, it happens.

You squirt, for the first time ever. All over her face.

It comes out in multiple spurts, catching Natasha off guard for a moment as it soaks her face—yet she doesn't stop eating. You're embarrassed to say the least, yet somehow embarrassed is an underestimate. You attempt to cover your face with your hands, only to be met with another swat to the side of your thigh—which rips another moan from you from deep in your throat. You thrash and wail, desperately trying to escape her mouth as another orgasm rips through your body, cries of "Mommy," leaving your lips as you cry through your ecstasy.

When she's finally done, she lifts her head, climbing over your body leaning into your own for a kiss. "Gimme a kiss," she huffs, "taste yourself."

You do. And its alright, but you think that Natasha tastes better. She holds you there, kissing you slowly as you ease into it. Your hands seek for purchase, deciding on just resting them on the back of her neck, your fingers playing with the baby hairs that lie there. You've missed her. You've missed this. Missed the sex, her scent, her face, missed the feeling of her holding you so close—like she doesn't want to ever let go.

You missed it all.

It's hard to go through a transition where you're always together to then be torn apart from eachother. Endless nights of you phone calling Natasha, only to be met with 6 rings and then her voicemail message. You were lucky if she were to even text back, you were even luckier if she was able to call back.

Those calls usually took place at sometime at 3 in the morning when you were already in bed for the night. You'd always pick up anyways, because when else were you provided with this opportunity? She'd always had been painfully busy on her work days, and especially during her missions. You kind of missed when you both lived back at her apartment, but some shit went down and she wants to keep you safe. You get that.

Okay, scratch that, you definitely miss when you were together at her apartment. The trailer is nice, (though it is nicer when you're not alone in it) but the apartment beats it with ease. You imagine she has a pretty good life during her missions if she gets to stay in that pretty place, besides the fact that you're not there with her.

The two of you sit there for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of being so close, and so together. And for a moment you just think, Yeah, I could get used to this again. The comforting silence easing your mind after all that time away from, before being broken. Though you didn't mind, obviously, because theres always time for that later. And right now, you just wanted to be fucked. Months without sex or just physical touch in general has seriously fucked you over, having had spent countless of nights with your fingers buried deep inside of your lonely cunt with only a few nude polaroids of Natasha to temporarily soothe the ache. Eventually, before giving you one more hard kiss, she pulls away from your overheated body, standing up and planting her feet at the front of the bed.

"Unzip me."

You practically jump at the opportunity, crawling to sit at the edge of the bed—your hands fumbling with her zipper as you shove her pants down her thighs, her underwear following soon after. You huff at the sight of her toned legs, your pussy growing even wetter at the mouthwatering view. God, you loved her muscles. After a long, shameless minute spent ogling her thighs, your gaze finally lands on her unshaven cunt. A small, accidental squeak escapes you at the sight of her damp curls and her pretty, swollen clit—peeking out from it's hood.

“Please, let me,” you beg, your voice breathy and desperate. You needed to lick her—to fucking devour her. Her pussy looks so wet, slick glistening across her inner thighs.

“Mm-mm,” she tsks, and you want to cry. All you wanted was a taste—to finally bury your face in her wet cunt, maybe even slide a finger or two inside and fuck her to the edge. But that clearly wasn’t what Natasha had planned. Not that you have any time to dwell on it, because in the next second, her hand is fisted in your hair, yanking your face closer.

“Look at it,” she huffs, and you obey, your hands moving faster than your mind. You do as told, pulling apart her folds to inspect her sticky cunt. She’s beautiful, the smell of her arousal alone clouding your mind and making your movements clumsy. Your thumb presses on her hood, causing her clit to protrude a bit more, and you press your thighs together at the sight. You’d like her to sit on your face—to trap you between her legs as she gets herself off, for her to come in your mouth and then fuck you through orgasm after orgasm.

That's a great image. You'll think about that later, when you're alone in the small bedroom of your shared trailer, fingering yourself to completion as Natasha showers in the other room—oblivious as ever. If she knew, she'd take you over her knee and spank you until you're red and raw. Though you think—no, know—that you'd like that even more.

She nods in approval through it all, letting out a soft moan when your finger accidentally slips and eases in a bit. “That’s a good girl,” Natasha groans as you collect the slick that drools onto your finger, slipping it into your mouth. You moan at the taste of her—she makes you crazy. You want more. You want to taste her for real.

You'd give anything in the world just for the permission to worship her.

Well, there’s no time for that, because suddenly she’s backing away and walking over to the nightstand, opening the bottom drawer to retrieve a harness and a dildo. She looks you right in the eyes as she steps into the harness, adjusting the buckles before pushing the dildo into the o-ringed slot.

“Is this big enough for you, baby?” Natasha husks, spitting into her open palm and stroking the fake cock. “Or do you need something bigger?”

You gulp, scanning her body for a moment—from bottom to top. You note the way her legs look when they’re unshaved. You observe how perfectly her hips fit into the harness. You notice the small, thin, trail of hair leading from her pubic area to her belly button, and then to her gorgeous abs. Fuck, her abs. You take in her strong arms and manicured fingernails. Then, your eyes suddenly fall back to the fake cock—and it’s big. You hadn’t even thought that it would fit, and now she’s asking if you need something bigger? Oh, you’ll be just fine with this one.

You must’ve been staring too long, because she breaks the silence with a quiet throat-clear. “Is something wrong?” she asks, voice laced with genuine curiosity.

You shake your head quickly, murmuring a soft “no,” but that obviously doesn't cut it—and you both know it.

“What was that?” Natasha coos, and you squirm in your place on the bed.

“Nothing,” you whisper, lowly.

“Didn’t sound like nothing,” she replies, walking to the bed and pushing you back down onto your back, dropping the conversation as a whole.

Her mouth is then on your tits in a rush, sucking and teasing the sensitive buds. You moan, trying to press your chest further out—giving yourself to her, submitting to her. She sucks harder, and you suck in a harsh breath. It’s hard to behave; you want her cock in you, and you want it now.

It doesn’t help that you can feel it pressing into your thigh, either.

Eventually, she gives in—backing away, spitting on her hand again and stroking the toy before leaning forward to spit on your cunt. “Now, normally I’d prep you. You know that. But I think you can do it, can’t you, baby? Take that big stretch?” she huffs with a laugh, pressing the tip between your folds as you nod your head "yes."

You suck in a breath, bracing yourself as she slowly sheaths herself into your pussy. It hurts—it burns—yet you still want more. Want her to hold you down as she fucks into your hole mercilessly, groaning as the harness rubs up against her swollen, neglected clit. God, you can just imagine the sound of her moaning into your breasts as she pounds into you.

She continues to push herself into you, rubbing your clit lightly with her thumb as she does. Your eyes flutter shut, a pained whimper slipping from your hoarse throat as she finally sinks herself all the way inside.

You bite your lip, eyes fixed on the massive cock buried deep in your cunt. You can already picture the stretch, the messy gape she’ll leave behind when she finally pulls out—and that filthy thought alone makes your clit throb beneath her thumb.

An audible moan slips from your lips as she starts to move her hips, slowly fucking you with the rather large cock. Her thrusts are deep, each one hitting just right—measured, controlled, the most perfect rhythm you’ve ever felt. You’d almost forgotten how seriously she takes your pleasure; had it been months since the last time you two had sex. Months since the two of you had done anything, really. The sight of her intense concentration makes you even wetter—she tries so hard, and you know it.

You watch her closely as she places both strong hands on your hips, bending over slightly to do so before slamming into you at a harsh pace. A pitchy squeal escapes your mouth as you’re forced to suddenly adjust to the rapid, unrelenting rhythm. Your pussy opens up for her, welcoming her, letting her use you however she pleases. You don’t mind—not even for a second—as your hands reach out blindly, desperate to grab onto something: her shoulders, her hips, anything.

“Do you like that?” she groans, and you nod your head rapidly. You do. You love it.

“Good. I like that you want it,” she huffs, and you take that as your chance to finally steady your hands on either side of her waist. Your head is spinning, your eyes locked on her—on the way her abs flex, her biceps strain, the way her breasts bounce in the cups of her bra, the sweat gleaming on her skin, and that face of pure, focused attention. God, it’s hard to keep watching her with how hard she’s fucking you, but you try—because there’s nothing more beautiful than this.

“Mommy,” you sob, voice breaking as she starts thrusting even faster, driving that thick cock into your cunt, splitting you open with every brutal stroke. You don’t know how much more you can take—it’s too big, too deep, and your body’s trembling from the stretch.

“Shh, I know, baby, I know. It’s okay,” Natasha murmurs, her voice low and steady. “Mommy knows you can take it.”

And somehow, with just those words, you believe her. Your pussy is sloppy, drenched in your own arousal, coating the toy as it slams into you again and again. You’ve never felt fuller, never felt more wrecked—never felt happier than you do in this moment as you take her cock repeatedly with no resistance.

Your hands slide around, slapping at her back, unable to get a stable grip as her mean thrusts seem to show you no mercy. You're about to cum again already—it's sad. But you're horny, and you don't think you can hold back your orgasm much longer.

Natasha moans, her clit rubbing against the inside of the harness with every thrust. She needs to cum, but more importantly, she needs you to. She hopes that maybe, after this mind-blowing orgasm she’s about to give you, you’ll forgive her for depriving you of exactly that for so long. But after two seconds of thinking, she realizes that that'll take time—like everything does. But she's willing to be patient.

You cry out, your voice a shrill sound, as you reach the brink of orgasm. She sees it too—immediately quickening her thrusts. "Come on, baby," she growls, sweat dripping off her forehead, "Don't you want to cum for Mommy?" You do. So fucking badly. "I- Fuck, Mommy, please!" You sob, trying your hardest to push more words from your sore throat, but nothing comes out.

Her hand reaches down to collect some of the arousal dripping from your cunt, then proceeding to toy with your throbbing clit—her fingers nearly cramping up with the task, but she doesn't care.

Aftee taking one last deep breath, you wail. Kicking your legs and shaking as your third orgasm of the night surges through your veins like electricity, you think you might pass out purely from the force of it.

Natasha watches you with big eyes, fucking you through it and slurring heavy words, "That's a good girl," "You're so pretty, baby," and then, "Fuck—I think i'm about to cum, shit!"

She does. Hard. Shuddering as she humps the material of the harness to her best ability. At one point she gets so frustrated that she just shoves her hand underneath it, rubbing her clit with her fingers—moaning your name over and over until her orgasm finally subsides.

More silence fills the room, broken only by the sounds of the two of you breathing hard, your chests rising and falling in rhythm, and your small, desperate whimpers.

"I'm fucking exhausted," Natahsa huffs against your breast, giving your nipple a wet kiss.

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