can you do part to of gip natasha eating reader out then fucking her after they leave the gym locker room
Authors note: Here ya go! Glad so many of you enjoyed the first part so I hope you guys enjoy this continuation just as much!
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The two of you clean each other up by the large sinks near the gyms showers, making yourselves look presentable before she grabs her gym bag and heads for the changing room. Once she's back in her casual clothes she emerges and finds you leaning on her locker as you wait for her, and she smiles. She's so glad that this isn’t a dream and everything that's happened with you was real, and that you voiced your want for even more with her.
When you notice her staring you hold your hand out for her and she quickly walks over to grab it, linking her fingers with yours. You start to walk, intent on leaving and heading out of the gym but Natasha has something she wants to do first.
“Wait.” she calls out, stopping you in your tracks as you turn to face her.
Her free hand gently cups your face, her thumb resting on your cheek and her vivid green eyes stare longingly into yours as her tongue wets her lips, and before you know it her soft plush lips are against yours. She's hesitant at first, unsure of your interest in this, but when you open your mouth allowing her to deepen the kiss her confidence skyrockets.
She drops your hand, moving hers to caress your back as she pulls you flush against her. You hum, wrapping your arms around her neck and moaning when you feel her tongue slide against yours. Her hand wanders down to your ass, gently squeezing. You chuckle against her lips before pulling away.
“Slow down baby” you tell her, cupping her face and causing her heartbeat to speed up, “Take me to your room”
She smiles, quickly grabbing your hand once more and you chuckle as she practically drags you out of the locker room and out through the gym. To your surprise she continues to hold it as she leads you through the seemingly endless halls. You were sure she would drop it once you got closer to the kitchen and living areas, not wanting the others to see her in such a comfortable and potentially suggustable position with you, but she never did. In fact when you almost pulled your hand away from hers, startled by Tonys sudden laughter from further down the hall, she only held onto you tighter.
Finally you come to her room, and though she's excited her hand freezes on her door knob. You can sense her sudden nervousness and gently squeeze her hand, rubbing your thumb across her knuckles to soothe her and coax her into telling you what was worrying her.
“Are- are you sure?” she quietly asks, worried that you may have changed your mind despite what occurred in the locker room, and your heart clenches as you hear the true meaning behind her words. Do you really want me? I don’t want to be something you regret.
“I’m sure Tasha. I want this with you” Her beautiful smile returns and she ushers you through her doorway, locking lips with you again in a needy kiss as she blindly closes and locks her door behind her.
Caught up in her hunger for you, your hands tangle around her neck as she continues to walk you backwards. The next thing you know your legs are hitting the side of her bed, and your knees buckle as she continues to kiss you senseless. Your hold on her brings you both down on her mattress, but her reflexies catch her time so she doesn't land on you. Her eyes sparkle as she hovers above you and you know you’ll treasure soft moments like this with her.
One of her hands trails across your abdomen and her fingers play with the bottom of your shirt in a silent question. You answer her by sitting up slightly, pulling your shirt off in a swift motion, your bra joining it on Natashas floor seconds later.
She wastes no time, grouping one of your breasts as her mouth kisses the soft flesh of the other. Her thumb brushes against your nipple as she takes the other into her mouth pulling a moan from you as you arch further into her. After a few more moments she releases your nipple to kiss her way down your chest and abdomen coming to a stop at your shorts waistband.
She hooks her fingers around the fabric, “Can I taste you detka(baby)?”
“God yes, please Tasha” you reply, lifting your hips for her
Your shorts and underwear are swiftly removed, leaving your dripping cunt bare for Natashas gaze. A sense of pride fills her because she knows it was the sight and taste of her cock that caused you to be so wet and she can’t help but smirk. Her hands snake around your thighs, pulling them farther apart.
“So beautiful” she admits, causing you to blush slightly before you're moaning as her tongue slips between your folds
Your one hand grabs at her hair, pulling her mouth impossibly closer to your pussy as your other provides you with enough support to watch her. Your sweet moans fill her ears as her tongue slips inside you, and she moans at the flavor of your juices causing you even more pleasure. Occasionally her lips meet your clit with a soft kiss or gentle suck pulling an even more guttural noises from you. Your breathing becomes heavier and you can feel yourself quickly nearing the edge.
“Ooh fuck Tasha! Gonna cum!” She watches as bliss overtakes your features and your hips begin to buck wildly as she continues to lap at your sensitive bud. Her hold tightens on your thighs as she helps you ride out your high, and you secretly hope she leaves bruises behind.
Eventually she pulls away peppering kisses to your thighs as you calm down. Her eyes stare up at you once more, pupils blown wide as she smiles at you and you somehow find yourself melting even more for the beautiful Russian.
You smile in return, letting your hand brush against her cheek for a moment before you're grabbing the back of her neck in a silent plea. She gets the message and makes her way back up your body, connecting her lips to yours allowing you to taste yourself. You hum in appreciation, hands grabbing her waist and pulling her flush against you. She grunts softly as her still clothed bulge rubs against you.
You smirk against her lips, letting one of your hands make its way under her shirt to caress her bare back as your other subtly makes its way between your bodies. She moans as you palm her dick and she can't help but grind against you as your hand at her back keeps her in place. She continues to eagerly hump your hand as you kiss her, she's slowly getting sloppy and you can feel the way her chest heaves against yours.
The hand at her back starts to pull her shirt further up and she helps you remove it. Your eyes go wide and your jaw goes slack as you realize she removed her bra earlier when she changed, allowing her bare chest to be on display for you already. Both hands practically fly to her breasts, gently you knead the plump mounds pulling a soft moan from her as she continues to grind against you.
“You are absolutely stunning” you admit, squeezing the soft flesh in your hands as the redhead blushes at your words
“Y/n…” she rasps out, “Wanna be inside you, please…”
“You wanna feel my pussy clench around you? Wanna stretch me open on your cock?” you tease, moving your hips in rhythm with hers causing another moan to leave her
She nods almost frantically, “Yes, yes please!”
“Go ahead baby”
She struggles slightly to remove herself from you long enough to discard her pants and boxers but doesn't stumble as she once again parts your legs, taking her place between them. She sighs as she lets her length run through your arousal and you let out a low moan as she brushes against your clit. She wastes no more time and lines herself up with your entrance, slowly pushing herself inside you.
You hiss at first, not used to having so thick inside you but it doesn't take long for the sensation to turn pleasurable. Her hips meet yours and her head falls back as she bottoms out. She moans as she feels your warm walls squeeze her in all the right places and it takes a lot of her strength to not immediately just start pounding away.
She slowly starts to move her hips, thrusting in and out of you, watching your face intently for any sign of discomfort. You smile at her, humming contently as your hands move to cup her breasts again and she leans down to press kisses against your collarbone. When her lips hit a more sensitive spot you whimper, your walls fluttering around her cock and she can’t stop herself from sucking a mark into the spot.
Your arms fly around her shoulders to keep her close and your hips begin to rock, enticing her to pick up the pace. She does so and watches as your mouth falls open when she hits every spot deep within you.
“Ah, fuck! Never been so full”, you mutter causing pride and arousal to build inside her
She moans against your neck, “Your pussy is perfect detka(baby), feels so good”
Your nails dig into her shoulders as she continues to fuck you, moans spilling out of both of you as you each share in the intense pleasure. Her lips go back to their assault on your neck, sucking a few more marks into your skin before she's sharing sloppy kisses with you. She pulls away, panting for air and you take advantage of the opportunity to leave a few marks of your own on her collarbone.
She begins to thrust harder and faster and your legs wrap around her waist to give her an even better angle. You have her practically pressed on top of you now and the way her hardened nipples brush against yours has you arching impossibly closer to her. She moans and you can feel the way she twitches inside you, eager to release inside you.
“ ‘m so close Tasha, so close.” you whimper, “Cum with me, please?”
She leans her forehead against yours, eyes gazing into yours, “Fuck Y/n, gonna fill you up”
That's all it takes for you to fall over the edge, the pulsing of your pussy sending her tumbling over after you as you milk her. She kisses you as she finishes painting your walls, gently brushing the hair from your face as you recuperate under her. She can still feel the way your legs tremble as they fall limp against the cool sheets and she starts to rub soothing circles against your warm skin to distract you as she pulls out. Eventually you come back to your senses, looking up at her with a doopy smile and a fondness in your eyes.
She smiles back, “I’ll be right back detka(baby), just gonna get something to clean you up”
You only nod, still finding words a bit too hard currently. You watch her as she walks to the bathroom, hips swaying as she goes. She cleans herself off first before returning to you with another washcloth. She rubs your knee to signal what she's about to do but you still flinch and whimper as she cleans the sensitive area. Once she's content she tosses the rag into the laundry hamper a few feet away and lays down beside you, wrapping her arm around your waist as she nuzzles her face into your neck.
“You'll stay, right?” she asks, voice abnormally small, especially in her own bedroom
You let your hand rest on her arm, turning in her hold to face her, “Of course Tasha, I’m staying”
She lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and you pull her closer into you, allowing her head to rest against your chest as you pull her blanket up over you both.
“Goodnight Y/n” she mumbles, sleep already invading her mind as the exhaustion from her workout and tonights activities hits her
You place a kiss against her hairline, smiling when you hear her sigh contently, “Goodnight baby, sleep well”
I have an idea that I might write about ….. Kate and you have only been dating for a few weeks and she’s been nothing but soft and sweet with you, which you love but you deep down desperately want her to be rougher and more dominant with you. Instead of specifically telling her what you want you hope she’ll get the message when you wear a very revealing dress and start flirting with some random guy at one of her mom’s events to make her jealous. Next thing you know Kate is grabbing you by the wrist and taking you home but you’re unsure if she’s genuinely mad at you or is about to rail the life out of you…. Until she pushes you against the door of her apartment you figure out it’s the latter
She'll be super silent the entire ride home too.
And it's only after you get home and she just takes you against the door that you realize it's going to be a long night lmao
18+ : exhibitionism, sex in a public place, fingering (r!receiving), little bit of degradation?
With thumping bass and flashing lights, you danced with Kate in a crowd of stickily sweaty bodies at another of Tony’s trademark parties. The dance moves were subpar with people bumping into each other drunkenly and as each moment passed and the number of people who tried dancing with you grew, Kate’s scowl increased too, jaw clenched and eyes shooting daggers at whoever dared to ghost a touch to your waist.
She was possessive, that’s a known fact between the two of you - nobody can touch what’s hers. So she pulled your body into hers with your back flush against her chest and the strap you were unaware she was sporting beneath her suit trousers brushed against you whilst she pecked your neck just beneath your ear.
She guided your movement with her grasp on your hips, swaying you side to side against her in the rhythm of the music, daring to slide a hand upwards to grab your breast through your dress.
“You’re too pretty, baby. They can’t keep their eyes off of what’s mine.” She murmured against you, nipping at the skin of your neck with her finger and thumb pinching at your nipple through the silky fabric.
“Kate, not here.” You uttered back, loud enough for only her to hear with the music drowning everything else out.
“Mhm.” She returned with a nod, teeth grazing your skin as she grinned mischievously and dragged her nails down your side, over your waist and past your hips until they dug into the bare flesh of your thigh. “How else am I meant to show them you’re mine?”
You yelped at the sudden hand cupping your cunt through your underwear with a firm push of her thumb into your clit. Your eyes darted around you nervously, nobody was paying attention but the thrill was exhilarating - just the fact that anybody at any moment could glance your way and see how Kate’s hand had disappeared beneath the flimsy material of the dress she picked out for you and your head leant back on her shoulder as she kissed your neck.
“See? I knew you’d want me to fuck you right here.” She laughed teasingly at the moan you breathed when her fingers moved your underwear aside and pushed into your wet pussy with ease. “I know what my pretty girl wants. And I’ll give you the rest later if you cum for me out here where anybody can see how filthy you are.” She added, making sure to press her bulge into your back and it only made your skin hotter and your hips grind onto her hand with the heel of her palm hitting your aching clit and her fingertips curling into you.
She held you against her with a strong arm around your waist with a constant stare at the side of your face, watching each and every twitch of your features, the bite of your lip when her pace increased and the way your neck moved with a hitched breath.
It was a surprise nobody realised what was happening right next to them as they danced and drank fruity cocktails and bitter liquor, sharing anecdotes and stories and shitty dance moves whilst you were being fucked by your girlfriend on the dance floor. While drunk guests continued to bump into you from not paying attention, your body was shaking and being held upright as you clenched around Kate’s fingers and dripped your arousal down her hand.
Your moan was drowned out by the noise around you as she brought you over the edge before pushing her fingers past your lips for you to suck clean.
“So, so good for me.” She cooed with a soft peck to your hot cheek. “You’re gonna take me so well.”
Summary: After having a hard time dealing with a breakup, your friend Kate suggests hooking up with someone else to get your ex out of your system. What happens when, one thing leads to another, and you end up in her bed?
Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader.
Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. This one, honestly, is just smut.
Word count: 3.7 K
Read on AO3
Author's note: Phew. This one was supposed to be something short and fun but it got away from me quite quickly, tbh. This is loosely based on a few songs I love, this part specifically on Plot Twist by Marc E. Bassy (Feat. Hailee Steinfeld) and Let's Fall In Love For The Night by FINNEAS. I don't know how many more parts there will be, but there will be more. This is entirely self-indulgent, but let me know what you think. Enjoy!
If anyone had told you three months ago that you’d be in the position you were at that moment, pressed against a wall while Kate Bishop made quick work of getting rid of your pants, you would have called them a liar. Honestly, even when you could feel everything she was doing burning in the deepest part of your core, you still weren’t entirely sure it was really happening.
It all started when your on-again-off-again girlfriend Sharon broke up with you for the hundredth time. Your friends were not fond of her and listening to America's rant on why Sharon Carter was bad news seemed like the last thing you wanted to do after getting your heart broken. If anything, the first order of business was to wallow in self-pity and cry.
The only one of your friends that wouldn't call your shit on how toxic your relationship had gotten was Kate Bishop. Sure, that only meant you weren't that close but she was funny and easy to talk to. Without even thinking too much about it, you found yourself at her door and she took you in without hesitation. With concern written all over her face, Kate made you tea, listened to every teary word that came out of your mouth, and ultimately fell asleep with you, holding you in her arms only because you asked her not to leave you alone.
From that day forward, you became inseparable. Your every day became filled with rants about Kate’s various eccentric interests as you tagged along to her practices, and your endless thoughts on your relationship with Sharon that nobody else would listen to as she walked you to class and back to your dorm. Kate never judged you. She listened attentively, and only ever gave her advice when you asked for it.
That’s how you ended up there, really. Midterms were well underway and you were stressed out of your mind. You only wanted to study and do well in your exams–the last thing you needed was to run into Sharon on your way to the library, shamelessly flirting with some dude you recognize from her English class. She was pulling all of the tricks she used to charm her way into your heart once upon a time and it made your blood boil, how meaningless your two-year relationship seemed to be for her. In an attempt to lighten your sour mood, you texted Kate to meet you after classes at your hideout, a small diner off-campus that you always went to for burgers and strawberry milkshakes.
It was a stupid comment, a fleeting idea that came flying right out of Kate’s mouth, like most of her thoughts, when you asked how to forget about Sharon once and for all.
"Hook up with someone else," She said with a certain nonchalance as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. " Cleanse your palate and get her out of your system."
You scoffed, squirting ketchup on the corner of your plate to dip your fries. "Yeah, right. Not all of us are proficient at picking up chicks like you are, Bishop. Be serious."
"I am being serious!" She exclaimed, before taking a sip from her strawberry milkshake. "That’s exactly what she’s doing. Why can't you?"
"God, no, I couldn't," you chuckled, watching Kate scrunch up her nose as she picked out the pickles on her burger and set them apart. "Call me old-fashioned but I need to have some sort of connection with someone to even think of being physical with them. I wouldn't even know where to begin."
"Well, do it with a friend, then," Kate shrugged, stealing one of your fries. "Someone you know but isn't close enough to make things awkward."
You almost choked on your drink. "Sounds like you've done it before."
"A gentlewoman doesn't kiss and tell."
You rolled your eyes at the idea at the time but she planted a seed in your brain. You kept running into Sharon and her endless prospects everywhere and it angered you, how easily she could throw away what you had without a second thought while you were still mopping around about it. Kate was right—you needed to get her out of your system.
Naturally, you thought about the options. Peter was far too innocent, he'd blush at the mention of it. America would not have it, she'd tell you to suck it up and learn to cope with your emotions as a good best friend would do. Yelena wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole. You could almost hear her saying "that's a Kate Bishop kind of thing. Ask her." and the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.
It had been her idea, after all.
One evening when things had gotten a bit too stressful and you couldn’t handle it anymore, you showed up at Kate’s door, a bit of liquid courage running through your veins, and told her she was right. You looked at her with your pleading eyes, pressed your body against her, and asked her to take you, to fuck you so good you’d forget Sharon’s name. You left a kiss near the corner of her mouth and Kate was sure that, had it been anyone else, she would have said no.
It was the sort of thing she avoided, the kind of thing that could potentially come back to bite her in the ass.
However, she couldn’t say she hadn’t wondered what it would be like to be with you.
You were there for the taking and she was weak.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Does it look like I'm not?"
Kate smirked at your response and pressed her lips against yours, pushing you more against the wall behind you and slipping her hands up your shirt. Your lips parted open at the cold touch of her calloused fingers against your warm skin, and her tongue made its way into your mouth. She swallowed the moan that escaped your throat, your fingers disappearing in strands of black hair as you pulled her closer.
"I'm just making sure," the archer muttered when she drew back, only to move her mouth to your jaw and make her way down to your neck in sloppy kisses. "'cause we can still stop."
Stopping seemed well beyond the realm of possibility while she sucked and nibbled on your skin. You breathed out a laugh as Kate relished the little whimpers that escaped your lips every time her teeth graced a sensitive spot, swiping her tongue to soothe the skin of every little mark she left behind. "What? Are you all talk and no game, Bishop?"
You felt her hum happily against your skin. A moment later, however, she pulled back and gave you one last questioning look. You held her dizzying gaze for a moment, hoping your eyes conveyed the desire you felt all over your body, chewing on your bottom lip out of nerves.
"Oh, honey, just remember you asked for it." Kate licked her lips in anticipation. "Take off your shirt."
You knew in every single one of your bones that it was a bad idea. She was your friend–you shouldn't cross that line. But while she looked at you like that, you couldn't seem to care.
The stormy waters in her eyes fell to the swell of your breasts as your shirt fell to the floor and the evident lust in her gaze made you tremble. She lost no time in pulling you back into her, unclasping your bra in one swift motion and throwing it across the room. One of her hands returned to your waist and flushed your bodies together, taking one of your nipples with her plush lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw fell ajar at the sensation, the pleasure so sudden you didn't know what to do with your hands. You settled on placing them on her hips.
"Fuck, that's good," the words slipped out of your mouth in a whiny whisper, throwing your head back onto the wall. "So, so good."
"Yeah, baby?" She answered in a low voice that sent jolts of electricity down to your core, her lips leaving one breast in favor of the other. "I'm just getting started."
Your grip on her hips tightened as she lightly touched your sensitive bud with the edge of her teeth, her free hand finding your neglected breast with a gentle squeeze. Each of her fingertips graced your nipple, drawing small circles with the pad of her thumb. A stream of profanities tumbled out of your throat without meaning to, said in heavy breaths and unfiltered moans that only encouraged Kate to continue.
You whimpered out her name and her mouth took over yours for a messy kiss that tasted as the peppermint tea left forgotten on her coffee table. The smell of her perfume invaded your senses, a mix of lavender and musk, intoxicating in a way you couldn't begin to explain, her hands now tracing the skin of your stomach.
“God, you look so good like this,” she breathed out, her hands ghosting over your bare torso while she eyed you with want coming out of her pores. “Bet you make the prettiest little sounds when you come.” Her hands landed on your ass and you let out an almost imperceptible gasp, so unbelievably turned on your legs were about to give out.
She must have noticed because she said, "Let's take this upstairs,” before she wrapped both her arms around your waist. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around her and couldn’t contain the filthy whines that escaped you when you felt her still covered abs pressed against your drenched core. A knowing laugh bubbled out of Kate as she carried you up the stairs to her bed as if you were made of feathers.
The archer settled you down and, with her eyes fixated on you, she lifted off her shirt and dropped it to the floor, snatching the air right out of your lungs in the process. You knew how diligent she was with her workout routine but somehow it never occurred to you how absolutely jacked she would be. Now that you knew, you wanted nothing else but to run your tongue over every single one of her muscles.
“Can I take these off?” She asked seductively, hovering over you and sliding her fingers at both sides of your underwear. Unable to speak, you nodded frantically, already at her mercy. She discarded your panties with a smirk back on her face.
“You’re so wet already,” she cooed, spreading your legs open and pressing a kiss to your right thigh. “Bet you’re dying for me to touch you, aren’t you, baby girl?” her lips found your left thigh, near where you needed her most but not quite close enough and your hips buckled involuntarily, searching for friction. Her smirk only grew. “I’m gonna make you feel so good the only thing you'll remember is my name.”
Whatever you wanted to say in response died in the back of your throat as your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt her slender fingers finally slide through your slit, your breathing picking up immediately. A low fuck escaped Kate, her exploring movements on your clit unhurried and torturous as her lips found their way back to your neck. Your moans were loud and unreserved, the burning in your core so intense you knew you wouldn't last too long.
“Please, Kate, faster,” you whined. Her blown pupils held your own, a glint of something you couldn’t quite pinpoint in them. She picked up her pace and your hands reached for her, searching for something to hold on to.
You pulled her face back down into you, your tongues meeting halfway in an open-mouthed kiss that sent electric waves all through your body. Those waves only intensified when she finally slid two fingers inside you and thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. You threw your head back into the pillow, unable to focus on anything but how your hips desperately started following the same pattern as Kate's fingers.
"Fuck, just like that," you blurted out as you could. "God, you feel so good."
She hummed in satisfaction, circling your clit with her thumb and curling her fingers inside you, hitting the perfect spot with every thrust. Your neck was covered in love bites and you were sure the skin underneath the back of Kate's sports bra was probably raised and swollen with how hard you kept dragging your nails through her back. She added a third finger and the stretch it was giving you was so good, so intense, you knew you'd topple over the edge at any second. Kate knew it, too.
“Do you wanna come, baby girl?” Her hot breath hit your ear and it made you shudder. Your mind a floaty mess unable to form coherent thoughts, you nodded. Kate shook her head in disapproval, nibbling on your earlobe before she said, “Imma need you to say it, Y/N.”
You inhaled sharply, trying to regain any sort of control to answer her. “Kate,” was all you managed to whisper between whines and she moved back, eyeing you amused.
“What do you need, Y/N? Tell me.”
“I–I…” You stuttered out and her fingers slowed down just a bit, making you grunt in frustration. That was the opposite of what you wanted.
She smiled. “Just say it, baby, and I’ll give it to you.”
You took another shaky breath and your eyes met Kate’s. You melted. “Please, Kate, please, make me come. I wanna come for you, please," you pleaded pitifully and on any other occasion, you have hated the sound of those words out of your mouth. But right then, you would have begged on your knees if necessary.
"Well, who am I to say no to that?" She replied with arrogance in her voice, gracing the side of your neck with her teeth. "Come for me, gorgeous."
The rhythm of her fingers increased ruthlessly and her attention on your clit dangled on the edge of just perfect and too much. The scent of sweat and sex that filled the room inebriated your senses to the point that you almost didn't notice Kate's moans mixing with yours. That was all it took for you to finally reach the highest point of ecstasy. The waves of pleasure hit you so hard you were no longer in control of your body, coming undone on her fingers as she gave you something to clench on to ride your high as long as you could. Kate peppered featherlight kisses on all the skin in her reach, slowing down the movements of her fingers as you come back down from your haze.
How was it humanly possible to feel that good?
Kate bracketed you with a hand on each side of your head, caging you in with her body. While she waited for your breathing to slow down, she continued with the featherlight kisses on either side of your neck and trailed upward, from your jaw to each cheek, until she landed on your lips. You returned the kiss, bringing up one of your hands to the back of her neck.
"So I was right," Kate whispered when your breathing returned to normal, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye.
You still weren’t sure you remembered how to speak. "About?"
"You do make the prettiest little sounds when you come," she replied with a smug grin on her face. "Kinda wanna hear it again."
You shuddered, the heat immediately returning to you at the mere thought of what she was capable of doing to you and, even just barely out of a powerful orgasm, how badly you wanted it again. You swallowed the lump in your throat and ran your nails down Kate's back, making her close her eyes for a moment at the contact. You could almost swear she shivered, too. She inadvertently ran her tongue across the pink of her lips and you sighed, wanting it back in your mouth.
"Not so fast, Bishop," You muttered, bringing your hand down to meet the other on her back. She raised an eyebrow and before she could ask what you meant, you swiftly flipped your positions, landing on top of her. Kate gasped, delighted. "It's my turn now."
—
As dramatic as it sounds, by the end of the night you were sure you would never be the same again.
Kate knew where to touch, what to say, what buttons to press to leave you begging for more, even when she pushed you over the edge more times than anyone ever had in one night. However, none of that beat the way her face contorted and your name tumbled out of her lips when you made her come. You were sure your name would never sound as good as it did as she squirmed and trembled with your mouth on her clit and your fingers deep within. You took a deep breath, your stomach filled with butterflies.
Sprawled out on the mattress trying to recover your strength after quite literally the best sex of your life, the fog in your mind started to dissipate and as much as you didn't want to think about it, the realization of what you had done came crashing down with a vengeance.
You had slept with Kate Bishop, the friend that made you tea and responded to your whiny rants about your crappy love life with pictures of her dog to make you smile. Not only that, but you had slept with Kate Bishop, the girl everyone wanted and no ever got to keep. All the stories ended the same way–Kate would give all the girls she fucked the night of their lives only to walk away without a second glance as soon as she was done.
Now that you were another name on her list, how could things remain the same?
Had your inability to deal with your emotions just cost you a friend?
"I haven't gone grocery shopping yet this week because I've been swamped with homework and practice but I found a granola bar so we're gonna have to share," Kate's voice coming up the stairs snapped you out of your thoughts, handing you a bottle of water and half the bar. She was now wearing the same shirt from earlier and a fresh pair of black underwear. "I thought I had some Mac N Cheese somewhere but I suppose Lena ate it all last time she was here."
"Thanks," you mumbled absentmindedly, your mind running a thousand miles per hour. Kate hummed in acknowledgment, walking towards her dresser.
"It's quite late but there's a pizza place nearby that has 24-hour delivery," Kate continued as she looked through some drawers, pulling various clothes out. "It's not the best but desperate times, right?" She looked back at you with a soft smile, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion right after at the troubled expression on your face. "You okay there?"
You exhaled heavily, looking down at the snack in your hands.
"Don't worry about it, Kate," you spoke, your voice hoarse and strained from all the screaming you did. You cleared your throat. "Just give me a few minutes to regain my strength and I'll get out of your hair."
The crease in her eyebrows deepened. "Don't be ridiculous, it's late."
"Come on, Bishop, I know you–"
"Relax, it's not like you haven't slept over before," the archer interrupted you, brushing it off as she walked back to the bed. "It's okay."
"But Kate–"
"Here," Kate ignored you, handing you the clothes in her hand. "Wear this. It's comfy."
You pulled the sheets over your bare body and rested your back on the headboard, giving her another questioning glance. "Seriously, Kate, I don't wanna fuck with your flow or anything and I'm sure America is wondering where I am."
Kate chuckled, shaking her head and sitting by the edge of the bed. "Y/N, I promise it's fine. We are friends, there's no reason for things to be awkward." She gave you a reassuring smile and you saw it again, that glint in her eyes you couldn't pinpoint. It made the blue, green, and silver tones in her eyes pop like water in a lake on a summer day. You wanted to drown in them. "And I texted Mer a bit ago to tell her you were here so you're all covered. Now eat that snack and drink your water, I'm sure you need it. That was…" She paused. Earth-shattering? Mind-blowing? Life-changing? "Intense."
You felt a flush take over your face, a nervous laugh stumbling out of your teeth. "Sure was. I thought all those girls were just hyping you up but damn, fifteen out of ten. Excellent service." You cursed yourself mentally as soon as you heard the words you said. Of all things you could say, that's what you went with?
Luckily, Kate laughed. "You're welcome, I guess? You weren't so bad yourself. I'll give you a twelve out of ten."
You gasped, feigning offense. "twelve?! I gave you a fifteen!"
"As you should."
You lightly pushed her shoulder, and she giggled, the sound melodious in a way you never heard it before. "You're a jerk."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Kate brushed you off with a grin, getting up from the bed. "I'll go order that pizza," she pointed at you with her index finger. "Eat and drink your water. I'll be right back."
You watched her walk down the stairs with a bit of anxiety leaving your head. Maybe things would remain the same. So what if you knew what she looked like naked and the way she tasted? You weren't in love with her. It was a one-time thing. You could carry on with being friends and never speak of it again.
You nodded, determined, pulling the purple shirt Kate gave you over your head, the sweet scent of lavender and musk engulfing you again. You inhaled, a little smile tugging on the corners of your mouth.
thinking about being a cute cheerleader and getting fucked by george fr.
in the locker room after the game pinned up against the cold metal of the lockers by him as he gives you rough backshots “keep holding that skirt up for me love” he mumbles kissing at your neck almost growling at the way you moan “such a good girl for me hm? my little cheerleader slut” 🤭🤭🤭🤭
note: another kate oneshot because i love her but this one got darker than i intended it to. anyways, i have no idea how the NYC subway works but i did my best to write it as authentically as possible, feel free to correct me! <3
ꗃ pairing: kate bishop x fem!reader
ꗃ warnings: slight violence, foul language, street harassment and catcalling, creepy men
ꗃ word count: 1.6k
summary: a weirdo bothers you on the subway but your strong, protective girlfriend takes care of it
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"What do you want for dinner?" you mumbled the words very faintly, your eyes still shut as you lay your head on Kate's shoulder.
"Um...I uh...I don't know. Whatever you'd like," she replied under her breath.
Kate was awfully quiet today, she was usually the talkative one during these rides. You remained silent and didn't give it much thought. Maybe the day had tired her, it was quite late in the evening after all.
The train roared, the tracks rumbling under the coaches. You nestled against Kate's arm, squeezing it tightly with both of your hands. Subway trips during this hour with your girlfriend were a daily occurrence and one that you were quite fond of. Kate picked you up after work everyday because losing sight of you for a little more than a few hours sends her into a state of pure hysteria, so the two of you took the subway home together, it was just like any other day or so you thought.
"This is a Manhattan bound 1 train. The next stop is 231st street," the automated announcement echoed through the compartment and soon the train came to a hault. The doors opened and closed within a span of a few minutes as you heard a few footsteps shuffling out of the compartment and almost none entered back in. You didn't pay any mind, you were too tired to. Soon, the train started moving again. You hadn't opened your eyes but you knew your compartment was pretty empty. Kate shifted beside you, sliding back and forth, leaning towards you every now and then. After awhile you felt her hand grab your right thigh and she slightly squeezed it. You didn't question it, it just felt like a normal gesture.
Teasing Kate in a public place was a sight for everyone to witness so you didn't leave any opportunities that came your way.
"Oh, look, someone's in a little mood today," you whispered, softly tracing the back of her palm that was on your thigh.
"Mhm," she mumbled, not reacting at all.
Wow, that wasn't very Kate of her, you thought. She would have gotten flustered by now and probably would be showing her assertiveness. You really weren't sure what gave birth to her dry replies, so you decided to ask.
"Is everything alri-?" and before you could even finish your sentence, you felt her sit up straight as her grip on your thigh tightened.
"That motherfucker," she groaned, her muscles were rigid. That's when you looked up at her.
"Hey, what's up with you?" you asked, confused as you stared at her face. Her teeth were clenched, jaw tightened as she stared at something...or someone, angrily. You couldn't read her expression, she seemed furious but also irritated, a hint of jealousy also visible on her face. You decided to check what made her so vexed so you turned your head towards what she was glaring at, only to be horrified yourself the moment you did.
A tall, heavily built, middled aged man sat right across from you two. He had no hair, but a massive tattoo covering his head. His lips were curled into an unsettling crooked smile, almost like a smirk. His gaze was what scared you the most, it was menacing. His dark eyes stared at you through his lashes. His hand was on his crotch while the other one rested under his head, which rested against the wall.
You shuddered, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. You felt a wave of jolt run down Kate's entire body beside you.
"You know what? Fuck this," she mouthed the words. Your eyes fell upon the fist that had formed in her hand. The veins, a faint blue color, had puckered, creating deep creases on her pale skin. She shifted before trying to stand up but you grabbed her hand quickly and tugged onto it.
"Hey, hey, what do you think you're doing?" you questioned with authority even though you yourself were terrified.
"That asshole is literally begging for a broken jaw so that's what I'm gonna give him," she muttered, through her teeth.
"No, you're not. You're not doing anything," you replied, shaking your head slightly. A close, compact train really wasn't the best place to pick a fight, with zero exits, it really could get nasty real quick.
Kate turned her head towards you, her eyebrows forming into a furrow. "Don't expect me to do nothing when he's literally having the best time of his life, having the grossest thoughts about you." she said, wrathfully.
"Doing something reckless right now really isn't a good idea," you replied, intertwining your fingers with hers.
Kate was silent. Blood had rushed to her face, making it appear flushed.
"He wants attention. Don't give him what he wants, Kate," you added, wisely.
Without uttering a single word, Kate looked away. You shifted in your seat, trying to avoid the gaze of the man. You didn't realize how tightly Kate was holding your hand until it went numb due to the lack of circulation.
"Katherine, my hand is falling asleep," you whispered but Kate didn't respond or loosen her grip. Her mind was somewhere else. You tried to squeeze your fingers out only to fail so you gave up quickly.
"This is a Manhattan bound 1 train. The next stop is Marble hill - 225th street," as soon as Kate heard the announcement, she simply stood up, still grabbing your hand tightly in hers as she walked towards the doorway. The train was still moving and you noticed that the coaches connected to the one you were in were almost empty. You felt your stomach churn, your chest felt heavy.
"Leaving so soon, babe?" a hoarse, unnerving, male voice said from right behind you. You froze in place as a chill ran down your spine. Both of you turned your head towards the voice at the same time. Even though you had never heard of that voice, you knew exactly who it belonged to.
"Why don't you come with me, doll?" he continued, placing his large hand on your shoulder, his grip was firm. "You know what? I'll take your friend too," he added, smugly, pointing towards Kate.
Before you could utter a single word, Kate moved quickly. She pulled you behind her, almost tucking you like a little kid and everything that happened after was too quick for you to comprehend in that moment.
You saw her fist fly towards the man's face before thrusting into it with full force. The man groaned and fell to his knees. She landed a forceful kick to his ribs before the man fell to the floor.
Kate bent over his body and quickly grabbed his collar with just one hand as she pulled his limp body up. You felt the muscles in her bicep tighten under your moist, sweaty palms.
"Touch her again and you're dead," she muttered, furiously, under her breath.
The man was pretty much knocked out from those punches, he only slightly moaned in pain. After all, Kate was a black belt.
"I'll crack your skull open if you ever dare to think of her in that nasty mind of yours! Do you understand, dipshit?" she added, dropping him to the floor. His body slumped, falling with a loud thud. Faint gasps echoed from the direction of the only two people that occupied the compartment along with you. They were too flabbergasted to actually react to what just happened and that included you.
The train came to a hault then, the doors opened, exposing the platform outside. You stood frozen, still horrified, but Kate dragged you out the door and into the station without saying a single word. She pulled you to an isolated corner and finally spoke up. "Baby, are you okay?" her voice broke as she cupped your face in both her hands. Without replying, you lifted your hand to lightly touch the hand she threw the punches with. You very gently brought it infront of you to examine it, carefully. Her knuckles were a deep shade of crimson and the area around it a very faint purple. You traced little circles around it, trying to sooth it to your best. "Are you okay?" you asked with deep sadness in your voice.
"I'm fine," she whispered, looking down.
You placed your hand under her chin to lift it up so that you could meet her gaze. Her eyebrows were pulled close together, the inner corners angled upwards. Her lips were pressed together in a line as her sorrowful, sapphire eyes met yours.
"Thank you," you whispered ever so softly.
A very subtle, mellow smile pulled her lips slightly upwards. Without saying anything, her hand reached out to grab the back of your neck. You felt the coarse surface of her palm against your bare skin. She pulled you closer and leaned down, pressing her lips softly to your forehead. You both remained silent but the intrusive thoughts were slowly creeping into your mind. You knew you were safe with her but the utter thought of what would've happened if she wasn't with you today sent a shiver down your spine. You were certain that you would've never been able to take on that man alone. Kate quickly picked up on your body language and wrapped her arms around you, tightly. "I won't let anything happen to you, love," she whispered, running her fingers through your hair. You closed your eyes, burying your face in her chest because you knew you were safe.
RATED E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT — 18+ — MINORS DNI.
a/n: the first of however many fucking things i wrote in rehab. lil fluff, lil smut (but mostly smut). also might read a little messy bc it honestly has no direction and i am out of practice. it is what it is.
kate bishop x reader ; congrats! you're dating a sort-of avenger!
warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, daddy kink, humiliation, big big straps, light anal play, cnc, no aftercare ; reader is biologically female but no pronouns are used so could be read as ftm, nb, cis, or whatever tf else you want.
i am not currently fulfilling requests, but any made will be consdiered for future writing things...?
For your first date she takes you to an archery range. Mostly to show off but also to put a bow in your hands and touch you a little bit while she shows you how to draw properly.
The second is a Central Park picnic with pizza and champagne. “Say what you will about my mother,” Kate says as she frees a slice for the golden retriever at her side, “but her wine cellar slaps.” After a look at the label and quick web search: “Kate,” you tell her, “this is a forty-five-hundred dollar bottle of champagne from nineteen-eighty-one, and—“ “And we’re eating it with fifteen dollar pizza from nineteen minutes ago,” she says. “But. To be fair, that’s basically what she makes in an hour.” A beat. “She’s gonna cut me off again.”
You start sleeping with Kate on date six. She has tickets to an exhibit at the Museum of Natural History but she turns up in a gray plaid pantsuit and Docs and the two of you don’t even make it out the door (so, yeah, okay, you sleeping with Kate is date six).
Kate has trouble focusing when there’s no underlying adventure, no chaos, no bad guys chasing her down the street in vans and tracksuits. She’s gotten used to the hero's life, the kind of life where danger lurks around every corner and life or death decisions are plentiful. Kate thrives on the mayhem and gets lost in the mundanity. Clint calls it adrenaline addiction. Yelena says Kate’s got Avenger blood (“She’s not an Avenger,” Clint says. “Too dangerous.”). Sometimes, even when she’s happy, even when she wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, it still happens. Her eyes will gloss over and she’ll retreat into herself and, “Where’d you go?” and “Earth to Kate,” are two things you catch yourself saying a lot during downtime.
“Kate.” “…Yes?” “Why is your bag moving?” The bag barks. “No reason,” Kate says, stepping in front of the wriggling duffel bag as a little black nose pushes through the open zipper, followed by a furry golden head. “Hear me out,” she says, crouching down to pull the wiggling golden retriever into her arms. “His name is Pepperoni.” The other dog, the big dog—Pizza Dog—bounds into the room and sniffs at the puppy in Kate’s arms. He yips once and sits on his haunches and the moment Kate puts the little dog down in front of him you know there’s not a chance in hell she’s letting that puppy go.
Kate thinks she’s the best thing since sliced bread. And in bed? Yeah, she probably is. She’s eager, adaptive, and curious no matter how many times she’s explored every last inch of your body. She spends a lot of time on your tits—squeezing and biting and licking and sucking—and when she isn’t too distracted, when she remembers that she has hands and can use them for something other than digging her dull nails into your skin, she’ll reach up and push her fingers past your lips while she closes her mouth over your skin and sucks until you choke on her fingers and push her head away and beg for a moment to catch your breath.
It took a month to get her anywhere near macaroni and cheese after Yelena rolled into town. That they’re constantly attached at the hip nowadays still blows your mind, but you can’t deny that something magical happens when they’re in the same room. It’s a lot like the little girls in the schoolyard at recess who mix potions in puddles with twigs and run cackling away when anyone asks what they’re doing.
She doesn’t like when you’re quiet. She’ll get vocal enough for the both of you if you’re really not up for it (or if you can’t, which has been happening a lot since she saw that one clip of a girl getting panty-gagged), but she doesn’t like to do anything in silence. It’s not tinnitus, and she's not going the way of Barton, you know, because you’ve asked, and she says she can exist in silence, says the quiet isn’t debilitating or anything, it’s just that she doesn’t like it. She blames it on the city, says no one in Manhattan knows how to operate without twenty-four-hour background noise, which is probably true, but you think she might just like the sound of her own voice. Yours will do when she can’t listen to herself, sure, but sometimes you like to keep quiet just so she’ll push you further and fuck you harder and tell you she needs to hear you. The one time you called it begging she got all huffy and red in the face and insisted that she’s never once begged in her entire life.
Kate likes you on your belly. She likes watching your thighs shake, likes watching the muscles in your back tense and relax as you prop your hips up and offer yourself to her. She likes palming your ass and pulling your cheeks apart and the little sighs of anticipation and excitement you make when she spreads you wide and holds you open just to look, just to keep you on edge. “Are you nervous?” she’ll ask, and you can always hear the cocky grin in her voice, because she knows you are and knows it makes you bubble up with shame when she points it out. “Don’t be nervous,” she’ll say, “we’ve done this before,” which doesn’t help, and she’ll rub her thumb over the pucker of your asshole until you shudder and your hips cant forward. Then she’ll sigh and yank you back by your thighs until your muscles are pulled taut and your cunt practically spreads open on its own. “Move and I’ll shoot,” she likes to say, and she won’t, not really, because she’d step in front of a subway train before she actually hurt you, but she likes to throw that threat around when she hasn’t had a good fight in a while.
“It’s new,” she says when you come home and find her strapped up and looking at herself in the mirror. When your eyes go wide and you swallow hard and tell her, “That’s…big,” she just grins and turns her focus back to the mirror. “I know, right?” she says, considering for a moment before she drops her hand and fists the silicone cock. She can’t even wrap her hand all the way around it. “And purple,” you say, dumbly, because you aren’t sure what else you’re supposed to do or say. “Impressive observations,” Kate says, catching your eye in the mirror and tossing you a smirk. “Think you can take it?” You honestly have no idea.
Once she gets that first strap she just—will not stop. Cannot be stopped. She’ll wake you up in the morning with her mouth on your chest and her hand sneaking down the front of your panties. She’ll tell you to hush and claim your mouth with her own while she nudges your legs open and drags the tip of her big purple cock between the slick lips of your cunt, mumbling, “Just relax, baby, I know you can take it,” even though you just woke up and you’re barely coherent and she hasn’t fucked you in days int he name of building blissful anticipation and wanting it to feel new again. You’re not sure that logic tracks but you’re absolutely certain you don’t ever want anyone else to touch you like this and when she pushes into you—fucks into you—you forget the sweet embrace of sleep and slip into the role she wants you to play.
Kate likes to walk around the apartment in boxers and a sports bra. More comfy that way, she says, even though you have a hard time keeping it together when she does. It’s worse when she abandons the bra altogether. She says it’s freeing. You think it’s maddening. Like when she parks herself on the couch all laid back with her legs propped open and an arm over the back of the couch. She’ll tilt her head and ask you why you’ve gone all red while you just look at her and do your best not to drool. It’s just, shit, that her tits are perfect—even handfuls, pert, rosy nipples, and soft all over—and you swear you could lose yourself in them for days. “Problem?” she’ll ask when you get all tripped up on your words, blushing so hard it creeps down your neck. Then she’ll just grin.
The worst of it is when she starts calling herself daddy. At first you think it’s stupid, self-indulgent, like she’s pandering to herself, but it gets intense. Fast. Like when she cozies up behind you while you’re cooking dinner, slipping her arms around your middle and sneaking her hands beneath your shirt, saying, “You take care of me so well,” and, “daddy’s gonna repay the favor,” and you’re not sure what you’re supposed to say to that but you can feel her pressing up against your ass and her hands are creeping closer and closer to your chest and you know good and well that the moment she palms your tits and ruts against you that it’s all over. Dinner burns on the stove while she strips your bottoms off and lays you out on the kitchen table and pushes your legs open and slaps your cunt just to remind you that she’s needy and she needs you to indulge her every whim because sometimes she doesn’t know what to do when you aren’t actively falling to pieces beneath her. You don’t know when you stopped finding it stupid, self-indulgent, like she needs another reason to think she’s hot shit, but it happened. And you’ve changed your mind: the worst of it is when she realized how much you drip with want when she calls herself daddy.
Nope, that was a lie, the worst of it is the moment she figures out you like it a lot more when she isn’t so nice
Kate strokes the length of her thick strap with one hand and drags the other down the length of your spine, curling her fingers to let her nails catch against your sweat-slicked skin. She nudges your legs apart with her knee and drags the tip of her cock through the lips of your cunt and laughs as you start to squirm. She curses under her breath and notches the tip of the massive fucking thing against your needy hole. “Relax, little angel,” she says, words dripping with condescension. “It’s gonna hurt a hell of a lot more if you don’t calm down and let me in, and isn’t that what you want? If it isn’t, you’d better tell me, ’cause I thought you wanted daddy to fuck your stupid little pussy ’til it’s all gaping and sloppy.” That does it. You’re helpless and your moan doesn’t help, and as the noise rips from your throat Kate fucks into your slippery hole in one rough thrust, and, “Oh—my god—shit—Kate, please—it hurts,” you gasp out between breaths. “I don’t care,” she says, tucking an arm around your middle to keep you from wriggling away. “Please.” You clench helplessly around her massive, heavy cock. “What, you don’t like this?” she asks, false hurt lining her voice. She leans in close again, lips parted against your ear as she stills herself inside of you. “You don’t want this? You want me to stop?” she asks, just to tease, and stifles a laugh as you nod. She doesn’t move. It’s big, too big, stretching your cunt as wide as you think it’ll ever be. Fear of her splitting you open keeps you still. And then she draws her hips back, nice and slow, and for a moment you flood with relief. She pulls out of your leaking hole until all that’s left inside is the tip. And then she eases back in, watching as best as she can in the dim light as her purple cock disappears into your needy pussy. “Pathetic,” she mumbles, and you can hear the smirk in her voice. “Lie to me all you like, but I know a dumb fucking slut when I see one.” “Kate—” “Unless you’re going to tell me you’ve changed your mind—that you’ve had a change of heart and you want this—don’t open your fucking mouth until I ask for another place to put my cock.”
summary: after a terrible accident, you and kate are left putting the pieces back together
a commission for @wombatking
pairing: kate bishop x reader
words: 5168
content warnings: spinal cord injury, grief, orgasms, quadriplegic kate, conversations about the horrible insurance system w/i the united states, heavy angst BUT HAS A HAPPY ENDING
It’s hard to talk about days that change the trajectory of your life. When you’d heard about people who get hit by cars, or who are diagnosed with cancer, all you wanted to do was ask them every question that crossed your neuropathways. Did you know? What did you do after? What did your loved ones do? How did you handle it? How did it change you?
You don’t ask them that anymore. They probably all had different experiences from you, but truthfully, you don’t want to know. You don’t think you can carry more grief inside of you, as you attempt to grapple with both your own and Kate’s. Handling someone else’s feelings seems truly unmanageable as you try to balance everything on your own shoulders.
Truthfully, you don’t even remember much. The beach day you had planned was a spur-of-the-moment decision – the weather was nice, she had the day off, and you hadn’t been to the water in months. It seemed like a great way to spend the day, cooling off from the unforgiving East Coast heatwave that had forced you both to be stuck inside in the air conditioning whenever possible. You knew the beach would be crowded, so she suggested a more secluded beach a friend of hers had access to.
It happened quickly, too. One second she was running towards the waves, the next you see her body floating in the water. It’s hard to remember what happened after – a flurry of animalistic screams and pulling her ashore, supporting her head with a towel like you’d learned in high school gym class while you frantically called 911.
Through explaining the accident to the operator, Kate only whispered one thing. “I-“
“What is it, baby?” you pressed your phone to your cheek with your shoulder as you held her face with trembling hands. “What is it?”
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