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homecoming — a. starr
pairing: ava starr x f!reader synopsis: your girlfriend's home from a two month long mission, and decides to show how much she missed you while she was away. content: [18+ MDNI!!] thigh riding, fingering, strap-on used, top ava my beloved, needy!reader, couch sex, ava hits it from the back word count: 1.7k taglist: @raven-phile-x, @hoodharlow, @she-sounds-hidieous, @dracuula98 author's note: you guys already know... i love ava... i love top!ava... i love yuri... also two fics in one day ... unprecedented productivity. as per usual if u enjoy this please leave a comment, reblog or even an ask!! ty ty!!
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“You should not be up.”
Your heart plummets as Ava materialises between you and the TV, suit lights glowing softly.
“Why did I bother giving you a key?”
“You like the formality of it,” she smiles as she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Why are you still up?”
“I was waiting for you.”
You lean back, pulling her down into the couch with you. You press your nose into her hair, heavy with the smell of smoke , but you can still detect faint traces of apple beneath it all. Ava’s laugh rumbles through you but you don’t let go. You hold her there until you’re satisfied she’s really back, and it’s not another in the long series of dreams you’d had where her weight on you felt real only for her to disappear as your morning alarm rang.
You cup her face in your hands and take stock.
A few small scrapes, some bruises along her jaw, one disappearing down her neck.
“I’m okay. It’s all cosmetic,” she reassures you, pressing a kiss to your fingers when you run them across her face.
“I know. I just missed you. I always miss you so much when you’re gone.”
You press a kiss into her hair, sighing as she kisses your shoulder.
“I miss you more,” she argues with her nose in the crook of your neck.
The two of you lie there like that, Ava’s head on your chest as you drag your fingers through her hair and she gives you your own debrief. You suspect she cuts out all the parts you really wanna hear — the parts that will send you into cardiac arrest — but you’re too tired to call her out.
Your recap is much less exciting. Less bullets and safe houses and more petty lawsuits and paperwork but she gives you her undivided attention as you talk. Gloved hands slip under the shirt you’re wearing, slowly rubbing circles into your waist.
“I’ve missed hearing your voice,” she murmurs into your shirt. Her grip on you tightens as she presses a kiss to your sternum. “Missed how warm you are,” she whispers, pressing her lips to your collar bone.
“Ava,” you gasp when her teeth scrape lightly against the skin.
“Hmm?”
“You must be tired,” you say, but you tilt your head to give her better access to your neck anyway.
“Slept on the jet,” she mumbles with a kiss to your throat. Want settles in your chest like a warm, buzzing weight as you fist your hand in Ava’s hair.
“I thought you might make this a bit harder for me,” she laughs into your neck before she bites gently at your earlobe.
You probably meant to, but it’s hard to have any conviction when all you’ve wanted for the past two months is to have her in your arms again.
“You think I’m easy,” you sigh as she bites gently into your shoulder, hands squeezing at your waist again.
“I didn’t use that word. You did.” She pulls herself up so she can look into your eyes, the corner of her mouth twitching. “But yes, I think you might be a little easy.”
The matter-of-fact way she says it has your brain freezing, and she takes advantage of the moment to sit up and pull you into her lap.
“But I like easy. You know I like easy.”
Oh, did you know.
You knew how much Ava liked it when you complied, listened to her every word while she taught you how to take her apart, her hand guiding yours over her body. She liked when you let her sit back and watch while you used every last bit of energy you had to ride her, a gloved hand around your throat as she praised you.
“Look at you,” she coos, her hand cradling your face as she presses a soft kiss to your cheek. The hand under your shit cups one of your breasts, as she kisses you.
“Beautiful girl, I missed you so much,” she says between kisses, voice low and oh so sweet as she nips at your bottom lip.
“Missed you more,” you say, leaning back to pull your shirt over your head.
“Look at you, taking initiative,” she smiles as she flicks her tongue over your nipple, mouth closing over the tender bud. You just nod fervently as she sucks a little harder, satisfied grunts spilling out of her as you roll your hips over hers.
“I missed these,” Ava says from around your boob eyes half closed. She bites down gently and hums in approval when you let out a small gasp. “Missed hearing that sound. Not the same when I imagine it,” she admits, leaning back to look at you.
Icy green eyes stare at you from beneath thick dark lashes.
“Play with them for me,” she says as she moves you over her thigh, bouncing it gently for you. You oblige, cupping and squeezing and tweaking the nipples as she watches almost slack-jawed.
Your underwear’s uncomfortable, damp and irritating where it clings to your core but you don’t stop.
Ava kisses you again, hungrier this time, teeth pulling harder at your lip, hands crushing you against her as she takes and takes and takes.
The cool contours of her suit do nothing to ease the restless heat radiating through your body.
You panic when you feel her bare hands on your body.
“Just the gloves,” she explains as she slides her hands over you, letting out a gentle moan as she presses her hand to your damp core. “Need to feel this.”
She puts an end to any argument you may have with a press of her fingers, the heat of it dulled by the thin cotton.
She slips a finger beneath the material, swearing under her breath as she feels how warm you are for her.
Her finger slips into you like it’s nothing, swallowed by your slick hole as you keep your hips rolling gently. She curls it, and your breath catches at the pressure.
“More, Ava. That’s not enough.”
“Oh. You poor, greedy thing,” she hums, adding another and watching you screw your eyes shut. “Is that better?”
You nod, giddy with desire when Ava presses warm kisses to your chest. She nips and sucks at the flesh and you’re already too far gone to tell her to be careful.
Not that she’d listen.
There’s nothing but the obscene squelch of her fingers in you and your soft pants as you ride, your hand coming down to keep your underwear out of the way.
“Is that enough for you?” she asks as she looks up at you, her tongue pressing against your nipple.
“No,” you answer, still trying to satisfy yourself on just her fingers.
She ignores the disappointed whine when she pulls you off of her, just nodding as she cleans you off of her fingers. “You want more?”
Her hood’s over head before you can finish saying ‘yes’, and you’re left waiting, heart hammering in your chest as you slide your underwear off.
You scoot to the edge when she warbles back into view, strap and harness in one hand, a small bottle of lube in the other. She leans down to kiss you, pushing you into the couch as she spreads your legs.
“You wanna do the honours?” she asks.
You waste no time unclipping the various attachments and holsters on her suit before you finish by detaching her hood. She watches your hands as you slide the harness up her thighs, hands caressing your cheeks. The dildo presses against your cheek, cool against your skin as you look up at her. Her hands are the firmest you’ve ever felt them as she guides you into another kiss before bending you over the couch’s arm rest.
Your stomach flips when you hear her uncap the lube, imagine her hand working over the dildo in slow, steady strokes.
Ava takes her sweet time, hand planting between your shoulder blades. Your hips jerk when you feel the cold tip, but it only makes her hand press down firmer.
“Breathe beautiful,” she instructs as she finally pushes. You watch her eyes flutter shut as her thighs make contact with the backs of yours and you can’t help the delighted sigh that escapes your lips as she fills you up.
Her hands wander carefully down your back before settling on your hips.
“Missed having you like this,” she breathes as she draws out, just to slide back into you. “So easy,” she laughs when you don’t resist. You’re wriggling beneath her, silently begging her to move but it seems like Ava has all the time in the world today. She moves in deep lazy strokes, one of her hands coming round to stroke gently at your face, tender despite the filthy way her strap moves through you, slick and hard. You whimper around her thumb as she presses it against your tongue.
The couch shudders as she speeds up, your name coming out of her mouth in strained whispers. You’re sweaty and the lube and arousal makes your thighs stick to her suit but you’re so full you can’t even begin to complain — just whimper and gasp into the living room.
Your hand reaches behind you, feeling for the strap of her harness when she pulls her thumb out of your mouth to press it to your clit, warm and firm as she asks you to just wait a little longer.
“Can’t, Ava,” you whine as you try and pull her closer.
You’re surprised when she doesn’t move your hand away, just continues pounding into you mercilessly her breath coming in ragged pants above you.
“Ava please,” you beg, your hand coming down to join hers between your legs.
She kisses her teeth before swatting your hand away, but this time she doesn’t make you wait. She presses tight, firm circles that make you squeal into the armrest, your body igniting in a way you haven’t felt since she left.
She makes you breathe through it, strap still heavy in your cunt as she eases up.
“Good down there?” she asks as she pulls out gently.
You just give her a thumbs up and a weak smile.
Man, it was good to have Ava home.
