Summary: Getting stuck under the bed hadn’t been on your plans today. Your girlfriend fucking you however…
Tags: stuck trope, kinktober, ass play (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), rimming, top kate, bottom reader
Words: 887 | AO3 | Masterlist
Authors note: I wasn’t originally planning to have any ass play but Kate is an ass man. Shout out to @caroldantops for implanting that and her obsession with the stuck trope in my brain.
You knew under the bed was going to be a tight squeeze but you may have miscalculated. Your shoulders are stuck, even though they were just fine getting in (bruises are already forming). Thankfully it’s just the lip of the bed so you aren’t currently having the life squeezed out of you but still. Being stuck under a bed was not in your plans today. You’re lucky you already cleaned under it.
Deciding to give it one last go before yelling for your girlfriend, you push with your hands and try to shrink in on yourself. It doesn’t help. You kick your legs in frustration and knock over a half full box with a loud crash.
Packing is not going well for you.
Two seconds later Kate skids into the room, “What was that?” you bet she has her bow, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, just please get me out,” is your miserable response. You hear the small thunk of Kate putting her bow down and then her footsteps hurrying over.
“Um,” her hands start on your body and not the bed. How she ever survives her missions is a mystery to you. Her hands pause on your hips.
“Kate. No.”
“But you’re not hurt,” they slide down to grope your ass, “or freaking out and you’re so hot like this.”
“Oh, my god,” you cover your face, “you are such a teenage boy sometimes.”
“Hey! I thought you found my stuck kink cute,” she audibly pouts.
“Do not give me puppy eyes right now,” you warn. Your voice is already weak.
“Please, baby?” she trails her fingers closer to where an ache is starting to form and starts massaging. She’s been with you long enough to know all your sweet spots and you are so screwed.
“You never mention this to anyone, you get one orgasm and afterwards you lift the bed with that strength you’re always bragging about,” you say. You knew what was going to happen the second she realised you were stuck and not hurt. She gets so desperate when a fantasy is being fulfilled and you can never resist it.
You can’t see her but it’s easy to imagine her blinding smile as her hands eagerly go to the waistband of your shorts.
“Imagine if you were wearing a skirt,” she’s practically drooling.
“Kate,” you warn but there’s a hint of a whine in your voice.
“I know this gets you hot too,” her fingers eagerly find your heat and she wastes no time sinking them inside of you. You’re wet enough that she slides in easily and she has you moaning in seconds. “Being trapped, having no say in what happens to you.”
“You’re the-“ her other hand finds your clit, “you’re the puppy here.”
“Mhmm,” her voice has gone all husky and it makes you squeeze around fingers tighter, “and you know how eager puppies are to please.”
You whine as she takes her hand away from your clit. Her thumb hooks into your cheek to bare you to her and one second later her warm tongue is meeting your tightest hole.
You moan and push into her. Her fingers haven’t stopped and the abandonment of your clit is more than made up for by the tongue circling you. You have no idea what you were going to say.
“Kate,” you moan and her tongue dips inside. She hums against you and your toes curl.
“You close already, baby?” she says in that teasing voice that tells you she isn’t going to let you being into this fantasy go.
“Fuck you,” you moan.
“I most certainly am,” her fingers curl and you cry out. For a second you wish you could wriggle free and wipe that smug look from her face but then her tongue slides back inside of you and you change your mind. She turns desperate and soon she’s mumbling against your skin,
“You’re so hot like this.”
“Come on baby, cum for me.”
“You sound so pretty with my tongue in your ass.”
You cum with her fingers curled against your g-spot and her tongue in your ass. Kate moans low when she feels you tighten around her. She sits up when your body has relaxed but keeps her fingers buried deep inside of you.
“I knew you’d be into it,” is the first thing she says.
“Kate, don’t ruin the moment.”
“I can still feel you squeezing around me,” she sounds so smug it’s hard not to kick out at her. Not that you can really feel your legs. “I knew you’d be into this. You love feeling helpless.”
“Oh my god, stop. I’m already well aware of that fact.”
“I wasn’t,” Yelena says behind you. You jump and hit your head while Kate quickly pulls her fingers away and moves to block you from view.
“Yelena,” Kate epically fails at trying to sound casual, “What are you doing here?”
You cut in with a much more important question, “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to know you are both completely unaware of your surroundings.”
You groan.
“You ask for my help with moving and then you waste my time?” Yelena asks.
“Like you didn’t love watching,” Kate says.
“Oh god,” you groan again. This isn’t going to stay between the three of you.
@handspike // kate said: just do it already , we've waited long enough.
STILL SMILING, HE EXHALES THROUGH HIS TEETH—A PITIFUL, SYMPATHETIC SOUND. He almost does feel sorry for the sight in front of him.
Haw.keye's gone and gotten herself in quite the little mess, hasn't she? That might be a bone, gristly and glistening, protruding from her shin. That uniform mustn't be terribly sturdy. Boo-hoo!
"Not my circus, not my monkeys, young lady. Why would I seize the pleasure of causing your grisly demise from one of my Big Apple colleagues?"
Well, it would be pretty funny.
Laughing at his own joke-in-progress, he draws his leg back, a foosball player winding up, and swings forward to slam his shoe into her stomach.
Friendly reminder that Clint not only made it home for Christmas, but he also brought Kate and Lucky with him because the Bishop family couldn't be there for Kate :)
Today’s writing efforts. Some pet play with the puppies fighting to be second to Yelena’s first :p
Words: 600
Yelena leans back on her couch, arms spread over the back of it. You nervously eye Kate whose position is mirroring yours. Kneeling as you face each other, palms down on your knees. She looks eager, practically vibrating out of her skin, as her eyes flicker between you and Yelena. She’s careful not to move her head. Yelena hasn’t given either of you permission to move yet and it’s clear Kate doesn’t want to risk the fun stopping before it’s really begun.
Yelena easily picks up on your nervous energy. You’re excited to play but Kate is so much stronger than you. She’s had so much training that no doubt included wrestling of some kind. You don’t stand much hope. Still, you want to impress Yelena, and please her.
“Don’t worry so much, puppy. It will feel very natural once it starts. This is how puppies assert their hierarchies after all,” Yelena says. You grip your thighs tighter. “It’s not for the owner to intervene, unfortunately. I would very much like to watch you mount Kate Bishop.” Kate starts panting. “But it is something you must do yourself, yes? I believe in you. You’re a strong pup.” You can hold out in punishments much longer than Kate can, yes, but you can’t hold Kate down like she can you. “Let’s see who the chew toy is, hm?” Yelena says, still talking so casually. The words have you pressing your thighs tighter together.
Yelena snaps her fingers. It takes you half a second longer than Kate to realise that’s the release command. She’s instantly on you. Her hands go to your shoulders to push you down. She has too much momentum for you to shove her back but she’s unbalanced, only on one knee and more in the air than not. You grab her arms and twist sideways. She falls with a surprised yelp. You quickly scurry to sit on top of her, eyes wide in surprise. You try to mimic what Yelena has done to you before. You hold Kate’s arms down and grip her hips tightly with your thighs. You don’t know that you need to lower your centre of gravity. After a brief moment of shock where she stares up at you with wide, dilated eyes, she lifts her hips up and easily flips you off of her.
You manage to catch yourself on your hands, arms jarring slightly. You try to unwrap your legs but realise if you try to scramble away she’ll be on your back in a second. Instead you squeeze tighter, pushing hard against the ground when she tries to twist again. You hear her huff and have a moment to feel proud before a hand swipes at your arm and you go down. Your shoulder hits the floor instead of your head and you have to loose your legs so nothing snaps at the awkward angle. You try to push yourself back up and scurry away but it’s too late. Kate has easily shoved off your legs. Her hand lands between your shoulder blades and pushes you back down. You growl but she’s already sitting on your legs. You get your second hand under you again and manage to from being completely pressed against the ground. At least for now. Kate is much stronger than you and no doubt has more stamina. When she wants you fully pressed against the ground, you will be.
“Very impressive,” Yelena says. You can’t tell by her tone if she’s being sincere or not. “You lasted much longer than I expected you to.”
summary: what better present to give to your horny girlfriend then fulfilling a kink of hers
or, kate loves the smell of your cunt
tags: scent kink, masturbation, fingering, praise kink, light degradation, top reader, bottom Kate
words: 1,044
authors note: short kate bishop fic for kate bishop season :) 🎄❄️
reader is wearing Kate’s boxers
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“Kate!” you call out from the comfortable spot against the headboard.
“Yeah?” she walks in curiously.
“It’s time for your present,” you say.
She looks around the bed eagerly but can’t find a wrapped gift. Until her eyes land on your hips and she realises you’re wearing a pair of her purple boxers.
“Is it a sex thing?” she asks eagerly as she climbs onto the bed.
“It is a sex thing,” you don’t try to hide your amusement. You stop her from climbing on top of you. “No. Just watch.”
“Okay,” Kate says, curiosity, nervousness and excitement all wrapped up into one.
She settles between your ankles and her eyes fall immediately to your clothed cunt. Instead of teasing her like you normally do, you trace a hand down your chest. Her eyes immediately latch onto the movement and she raises slightly on her knees. You make a warning noise and pull your hand away. She immediately settles down again.
“Watch,” you remind her.
She nods hurriedly. You trail your hand over the waistband of your stolen boxers and then down. The cool, silky fabric causes no friction as you rub your clit over it. The way Kate watches you has you heating up faster than you usually do and you have to stifle a whimper. You start with gentle circles and Kate can’t help leaning a little closer. You press more firmly when you’d normally move on to a different tease and Kate turns wide eyes on you when she realises what you’re planning. She quickly looks back down when you spread your fingers out to press the fabric tightly down to show off your hard clit, a wet patch starting to form below it.
“Watch,” you warn as her hand travels down her own waistband.
She whimpers but doesn’t risk disobeying, wrapping her hands tightly around her thighs instead. You watch the way her long fingers curl around her own flesh and turn white. You picture them deep inside of you. A whimper finally escapes you and Kate jerks like she just stopped herself from moving.
“Good girl,” you gasp and she whines. The desperate sound goes right to your clit. “Fuck, baby. You’re such a good girl. You’re gonna make me come. Gonna watch me come like a good girl-”
Pleasure crashes over you and your words turn into moans. Lightning flows through you as you watch Kate barely control herself as she watches you soak your underwear.
You pull your hand away from your sensitive clit and she licks her lips. Her hands finally touch you as she grabs your legs, planning to pull you down the bed towards her.
“Wait,” you say and she whines, “you’re going to miss the rest of your present.”
You don’t give her time to ask. You pull off the boxers and throw them at her face. She gives you an incredulous, hopeful look and you nod. She buries her nose in them and whimpers, a hand diving into her shorts. The rough, jerky movement of her wrist tells you she’s already fucking herself.
“You really are a perv,” you say just to watch the way she curls. You know the exact way she would tighten around you if you were the one inside of her. “You’ve definitely done this before.”
“I haven’t,” she gasps.
“No?” you watch the way she grinds down on her own fingers, how her pace never wavers and the cloth never falls from her nose. “You’re huffing it like you have.” You can practically see the way the shame curls around her, and how it makes her drip. “I bet you’ve been through my dirty laundry.”
Her head jerks up and she looks up at you with wide eyes. Which tells you she has been. Her fingers have yet to stop so you latch onto it. “Yeah? You’ve gone through my dirty laundry?” She nods hesitantly and your heart races. “You must have been so desperate to go scrounging around in there. Did you even find anything with my cum on it?”
She nods pathetically, still buried in your arousal-soaked boxers. You thread your fingers through her hair and pull her head back. You grip her wrist and pull the boxers away from her face.
“Maybe you don’t deserve this. If you’ve already been stealing it.”
“No, no, no. Please?” she pulls her puppy-eyes and you bite your lip to stop yourself from giving in immediately.
Or biting her.
“How close are you?” you breathe.
“Close,” she whimpers, her eyes shining in the way they always do when she’s desperate.
Releasing her hair, you twist her around and shove her onto her back. You pull her hand out of her pants and replace it with your own. She’s soaked and you relish the way her heat wraps around your fingers.
She stares up at you with wide eyes, mouth open in a silent moan.
“You have until you come,” you tell her.
Confusion turns into shock turns into desperation. It’s almost comical how quickly she shoves the boxers back to her nose. You hate them a little, for hiding so much of her face, but you can still see her eyes. And the way she arches as you curl your fingers. She comes pathetically fast and loud, like she’s on her third orgasm and not her first. You make gentle circles around her clit to help her through it. You enjoy the way her muscles jump under her skin.
When she finally relaxes back onto the bed, you rip the boxers out of her hand and throw them across the room. She gapes at you and you can’t help smiling.
“I said until you came,” you reminded her.
She pouts but you avoid its power by laying on top of her and snuggling into her shoulder.
“Remind me to come in my underwear more often,” you say.
You definitely want to see her like that again.
“I will,” she says and surprises a snort out of you.
“I’ll have to put a lock on the laundry basket. Can’t have you stealing treats when you’ve been bad.”
“Okay,” she says smugly.
“And steal your lock picks.”
You can feel her pouting again and muffle a laugh in her neck.
Service top Kate being so needy after she comes back from a long mission. She’s never gone so long without touching you and she needs to be inside you so badly. You coo and stroke her cheek, telling her how adorable she is, before taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom.
You make her worship you with her mouth before you allow her to mount you. You’re feeling a little mean so you make her stay still once she’s buried herself inside of you. She whines so prettily.
When you finally tell her to fuck you, you tug her hair and tell her how well she’s doing. How good she’s making you feel. She’s a whimpering mess within moments. She comes so fast you almost laugh. She’s just so cute. You quiet her apologies with a kiss and tell her to fuck you again. You didn’t mind getting to enjoy her pleasure after so long but now it’s her turn to take care of you. Something she does eagerly.
