╰ 18+ MDNI. its okay if you can’t handle it, hawks will talk you (both) through it!
keigo’s folding you as if he believes your body is malleable.
cock head hammering in and out of your greedy cunt, contorting the gushy walls inside that pretty lil’ womb he calls home, shaft snuggly squeezing throughout each little crevice it can find, stretching you wide open.
every last inch of skin is practically covered in him. dry trails of spit lingering on your clammy flesh, deep plum bruises blooming in the imprints of his teeth, the countless hours of devotion on your body claiming you for the world to see slowly yet surely leaving you deliriously slurring for more, drooling mouth pleading for his cock.
when he first entered you, it wasn’t gentle. thick tawny hands push, push, pushing! your thighs snug into your chest, tits smushed into shaky knees with skin sticking together as he folded you into the most ferociously intimate mating press of your life.
you had no time to breathe, the sheer circumstance of his fat cock tearing your poor pussy to shreds, the burn so deep in your tummy it churned, butterflies aimlessly swirlin’ around your abdomen.
and when he started to pick up his pace? you couldn’t bear it anymore, the feeling of his hips slapping into your ass each time his cock collided with your cervix had you seeing stars, drooling lips begging for him to stop.
“keigo! please slow down…” you’re trailing, whimpering when his cock pulsates in your cunt, hips gyrating into you, blond happy trial poking out between your thighs.
pelvis on pelvis, his presses into your clit just right, leaving your mouth gaping, mewls slipping from your exhausted throat. “oh, like this?” keigo’s questioning, tongue swiping against his lips, leering down at you with a look of false confusion, smiling when you meet his gaze.
“yeah—”
“—yeah, noooo. i think this would feel wayyyy better,” he abruptly cuts you off, reeling his hips far enough his tip almost slips out of you, and slamming right back in, this time humpin’ against you with the deepest strokes he’s ever given you, loudly giggling when he’s pressing you silly down into the mattress.
“not like this!” you’re screaming, gripping his wrists to push him away even though he’s far stronger than you especially in your current state, feeling the top of your head begin to gently hit the wooden headboard, “keigo! mmpfh—i can’t!”
“come on angel, don’t tell me you can’t.” keigo’s girthy cockhead smooches snuggly against your g-spot, sloppily making out with your syrupy cunt, filing your belly with his crimson-red tip, cute beads of pre mixing inside your sticky pussy.
sighing when he feels you clench around his cock, he can’t help but push his teasing further, fingertips grabbing ur chin to look back into his golden irises, “kept going on and on about how much you wanted this, now you’re saying you can’t take it?”
“always fuck ya deep, don’t i? here—let’s see,” he smirks, the same hand against your chin traveling down, down, down, until it’s resting beneath your navel, pressing hard into the flesh, feeling his cock through your flesh, “there we go, how’s that for deep?”
you both moan in unison, the pressure perfectly pushing your cunt down on his cock, the pleasure so suffocating you feel your eyes roll back into your skull, mouth slurring. “keigo!”
he keeps his hand there, biceps tensing as he holds himself up, cock drilling into your pussy, “you got it, lemme take care of my girls, yeah?”
“no! no, i can’t!” choking, you can barely get a word in, the violent attack on your pussy causing your eyes to roll backwards, toes curling.
“you can’t? i think you caaan—looks like you can,” he’s slurring, head dipping backwards to stare at his cock stuffing you full like he’s checking for a problem under the hood of a car, shrugging when there isn’t one, “so why can’t you?”
“too muchhhh—you gotta stop!”
“aww, my poor baby,” he grins, cockily dipping his head to the side and pouting, “you really wanna stop?”
deliriously nodding your fucked out head, he’s instantly stopping, pulling his cock completely out of your tight pussy. winching at the loss of contact, your eyes widen in horror, clammy hands grabbing at his chest to pull him close. “w-wait—fuck! no, no, no! please don’t stop kei—”
“—who said ‘m stopping?” two skilled digits prod at the silkened flesh of your stretched pussy lips, thoroughly pressin’ into the neglected nub between them.
massaging your clit with just enough pressure that your legs begin to spasm in place, he moves around the flesh like he knows it—like he owns it, cockhead whimpering and dripping when he sees your empty hole clench around nothing.
“you—go faster.” feeling warm and fuzzy inside and like you’re going to cry out of both ends, you begin to beg, thrashing around the best you can, ass wriggling off the sheets.
“faster?” he shakes his head, fingers angrily pinching your clit in a silent warning to lay back down, only continuing to rub at your clit when you respond correctly. “nah, i think you’re gonna cum just like this.”
looking at him with a look that physically pains him, you push out your bottom lip, “l-like this? without you inside me?”
“hmmmm…” he ‘debates’ mouth moving from side to side, ignoring the feeling of his balls churching at the sight of your cute pleading, “actually—no, that’s a pretty good idea,” ripping his fingers away from toying with your pussy to stick his cock right back inside ya, leaving you breathless and silent as it rips you apart in one feverish thrust.
“fuuuuckkkk!”
“keep breathing pretty,” keigo’s humming, placing a soft kiss to your ankle, praises after praises lazily falling off his pink tongue. “doing soooo damn good f’me, love this pussy baby girl. fuckkk—can tell you’re close, relax for me? please?”
you’re so fucked out he’s sure you aren’t even listening to him until your narrowly relaxing your tight walls, letting him massage your g-spot with his thick cock just like you love it, fingertips finding that sweet spot between your lips again, rubbing it even slower than before. “there ya go, good fuckin’ girl.”
keigo always knows how to make you swoon, cheeky words going straight to your obedient cunt, the pleasure making you lose your goddamn mind—
“—mhm, gonna cum right now, aren’t you? let me feel it, soak me angel.”
“…right now?” nose twitching, pleasure suddenly lolls throughout your body, orgasm hitting you with a heart shaped arrow straight to the core, a silky purrrrr roaring from your chest. “oh—oh fuck!”
he’s fucking into you like a mad man, abusing your pussy like he hates it, cock meanly snapping into your cervix, fucking you through your dizzying high.
“keigo! slow downnnn—” slapping at his sculpted body, he doesn’t slow his feverish thrusts, words of praise turning into incoherent babbles as he throws his head back, muscles flexing, abs tensing.
so numb and fucked out you realize keigo is cumming inside of you. thick and sappy seed easily mixes with your extra sticky slick, the creamy concoction pouring right out of your gaping slit and down the mattress.
he looks back down at you, amber eyes looking black the way his pupils have blown up practically triple in size, “can’t-can’t with you lookin’ at me like that sweets.”
keigo doesn’t seem to notice his balls emptying just yet, too busy talking you… or more like himself through the high, teeth chattering, lips stuttering, “mmmm—give me another one real quick, please baby?
“seriously?” you’re asking, falling back down into the sheets, the thin cotton sticking to your shoulders as you shutter, keigo showing no signs of slowing down any time soon.
Stroking Pope's cock till he’s all blushed and overstimulated and all he can say is ‘I love you’. Dragging your closed fist up and down the length of him, beading precum dribbling down your knuckles, watching his thighs tense against the mattress. His chest is heaving up and down, erratic breathes matching the uncontrollable stutter of his hips, desperate to fuck up into your palm. Your fingers are slick with spit and cum, lips pressed to the junction of his jaw, sputtering moans coming out wrecked from his trembling lips. His chest is a pinkish color, almost as deep a red as the tip of his cock which was desperate for the release you had been pulling him away from for the last half hour, always stilling your tight fist at the base of his cock whenever he started to twitch, his release endlessly delayed and denied by you. His sputtering had been pleading, desperate, lips parted in meek groans and whines as he fisted the sheets, hips driving up to meet your strokes, but they had fizzled out into weak whimpered words. “I love you—ah—I love you so much, feels so good—fuck—mm—please, I love you, I love you, I—agh—fuck, fuck,” his tone breaks when you drag out his pleasure again, focusing on his tip and suckling on the underside of his jaw, “I love you so much—love you—I love—hng—ah!”
Summary: You are exposed to a biological substance on a mission, and you try to sweat it out so WandaNat don't find out
Warnings: sex pollen, dub con (? Reader wanted it but was also under the influence of the sex pollen), vaginal fingering, oral (all receiving), nipple play, temperature play, Daddy/Mommy kink (cause I'm just a girl. I tried not to, it's impossible with WandaNat), sex toys, strap use, creative positions, begging, degregation, slight hair pulling, spanking, squirting, strap refered to as "cock" at times mm
A/N: I'm a slut, not a scientist (tho you can be both, I'm not that cunty); don't ask me how the sex pollen works 👍
Main Masterlist
You stick your face out the window, face burning and sweat dripping down your brow.
"What are you doing?" Natasha snaps from the front seat, "Close that,"
You slump back in your seat, rolling the window up.
"Is it just me, or is it burning up in here?" You ask, voice breathy.
Natasha and Wanda exchange looks from the driver and passenger seat. Natasha flicks the blinker on, making a turn.
"It's not that warm, malyshka," Wanda responds gently, "Are you okay? You're not looking so good,"
"Yeah, must just be the adrenaline wearing off," you huff, pulling you hair off the back of you neck.
The mission had been a great success. The trio had neutralized the target and retrieved the experimental biological substance they were creating. While Natasha and Wanda had fought off the guard, you had retrived the substance from the lab.
There had been 5 beakers, pull of a glowing, yellow powder. You hadn't noticed the scientist in the corner as you loaded the beakers into a secure briefcase for Tony and Bruce to examine.
Before you could stop him, he had thrown a beaker at you, the yellow power poofing up in the air. You had covered your mouth, coughing it out of your lungs and knocking out the scientist.
You hadn't thought much of it at the time. You were barely exposed to it; the powder not even touching your skin with the long pants and boots of your suit. And you had covered your mouth! You can't have breathed much of it...right?
But as heat burns through your body, you're starting to doubt that. You hadn't told Wanda or Natasha about it, not wanting to get in trouble for missing the scientist.
It was reckless, but you were in a rush to leave! You like Wand and Natasha seperatly, but going on missions with them was...intense.
The married couple were constantly flirting and touching. You tell yourself that they just make you jealous because you're single, not because they're both ridiculously attractive.
You definitely had not been harboring a crush on them both since you joined the Avengers.
"Here we are," Natasha says, pulling into a garage.
"This is the safehouse?" You ask.
"Yes and no. It's technically a place we own, but we use it as a safehouse when absolutely neccessary," Wanda explains.
They took you to their house?
"We don't come here much anymore,"
You following them into a living room, stumbling.
"Is there a bathroom I can use?" You ask, "I need a shower,"
"Of course, this way, malyshka,"
You can barely focused as Wanda shows you the guest room and attached bathroom. You eyes keep straying to the curse of her ass and athe swell of her breasts.
You mentally scold yourself for sexualizing a married woman, but the heat inside you muddles your brain.
"Thank you," you breath, shutting the door quickly behind Wanda.
You quickly move to the bathroom, stripping your clothes off like they're on fire (because that's what it feels like). You whine as the fabric brushes against your increasingly sensitive skin.
The heat in your body pools in your core. Your clit is throbbing, and your breasts ache.
"I just need to sweat it out," you mumble to yourself, turning the shower to the hottest setting.
You sit down in the bathtub , next to the stream of water. The water stings your hypersensitive skin, and your cry out. You grit your teeth, desperate to sweat what must be a toxic out of your body.
Cramps rip through your abdomen, and you slump against the tile. You part your aching thighs, allowing your legs to hang out off the tub.
A hand slips between your thighs, finding your burning clit. A gutteral moan slips from you as your brush the hypersentive nub. You've never been this sensitive in your whole life. You slide two fingers into your core, but it's not enough.
You need somehting, but your foggy brain can't figure out what. You're so sensitive, but you can't seem to get yourself over the edge. Can't seem to satisfy that ache burning through you.
You pull away from your pussy, giving up. Tears and sweat mix with the water as you pant through the heat everywhere.
This isn't working. This is probably making it worse. You think, but you can't seem to move.
Distantly, you hear the door bust open. But you can't even open you eyes, much less cover yourself.
"Oh my God, natasha, get in here!"
Wanda is in front of you in a moment. Her hands are on your face, and you arch your back at the touch.
"Fuck, you're burning up, malyshka,"
The water turns ice cold. Wanda must had moved the facet. But the cold does nothing to ease the burning in your body.
"What's happening, malyshka, talk to me baby," Wanda begs.
A rougher, more calloused hand finds your thigh. You force your eye open to see Natasha next to Wanda.
You're distantly aware of the fact that you're completely nude, panting like a bitch in heat, but you don't have the energy for embarrassment.
"Please, hurts so bad," you slur.
'What hurts?' Natasha asks, grabbing the back of you neck to sit you up.
Your breasts press against your thighs, and you moan at the stimulation.
"'s burning me alive," you moan, "need so bad, need something,"
"Malyshka, I need you to focus for just a second. Did one of the vials break? We're not mad, baby, we just wanna help," Wanda says, stroking your face.
"Please," you whine,
"Okay, detka, come on,"
On of them wraps a fluffy towel around you. Natasha lifts you out of the tub, and you cringe to her. You turn you head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. You squirm in her arms, pressing your thighs together.
Natasha sets you down on a large bed, and you realize you're not in the guest room any more. This must be their room.
But you can't take anything about in troo in other than the two women standing by the bed, looking increasingly worried.
"Please touch me," you cry, "Can't take it,"
Natasha and Wanda look at each other.
"I'll call Tony, you stay with her," Natasha whispers before leaving the room.
You whine at her departure, slipping your hand back between your thighs.
"Please, Wanda, it hurts so bad," you whimper, parting your thighs to show her your dripping, swollen folds.
"Fuck malyshka, that does look painful," Wanda gasps, eyes darkening. She shakes her head, trying to refocus herself.
She crawls on the bed next to you, cupping your face in her hands. She doesn't comment on your hand between you thighs.
"Listen, sweet girl, I don't want to touch you when you can't think right," she explains softly.
"Nooooo, need you!" Tears stream down your face and you arch up.
You grab one of your breasts, rolling the throbbing nub between your fingers.
"Fuck, I don't want you to regret it, malyshka," Wanda says, her voice shaking with barely controlled lust.
"'m not gonna," you pant, "Wanted you forever. Both of you,"
"Oh really?" Wanda hums, finally brushing her thumb against your other hard nipple.
Your back bows, fire shooting through your breast.
"Bless your heart, you're still burning up," Wanda mutters, "Let see what we can do about that,"
You shutter as something cold presses against the back of your neck. You realize Wanda had summoned up an ice pack in attempts to cool you down.
"Need you here," you whine, grabbing Wanda's wrist and pulling her hand between your trembling thighs.
"I know luvie," Wanda croons, "Be a good girl for me, just wait a little longer,"
"C-can't! It hurts so bad!"
"Wanda," Natasha calls from the door.
"I'll be right back, malyshaka,"
You whine as Wanda crawls off the bed, moving over to Natasha.
"That was Tony. Long story short, it's some kind of biological component that essentially...I don't know puts you in heat or something," Natasha tries to explain.
"How do you reverse it?"
"There's no cure. Except..." Natasha trails off.
"Please fuck me! Please please please," you babble from the bed.
"pretty much," Natasha tells Wanda.
"Are we really doing this?" Wanda asks.
"Oh, like it's gonna be such a burden," Natasha jokes, pushing Wanda towards the bed, "Like you haven't been lusting after her pretty ass since the first day she started,"
"Hey, don't pretend you we're eyeing her up in the changing room too!" Wanda snaps, climbing back on the bed and between her thighs.
"I'm gonna get some supplies. You...take the edge off,"
"Please please please," you whine, bucking your hips up.
"Shhh, I've got you, luvie," Wanda croons, drapping your legs over her shoulders.
You cry out at the first swipe of her hot tongue. Her mouth is absolute heaven, lighting every nerve on fire. She lets out a hum of pleasure against you, and you buck your hips up.
Wanda presses her forearm against your lower stomach to restrain you as she slips two fingers into your pulsing heat.
"Fuck!" You cry, "More! Need more,"
"I've got you, pretty girl,"
Wanda lower her head, sucking your engorged clit into her mouth. Your back comes off the bed as she starts swiping her fingers across your g-spot as she sucks your clit.
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, knocking the breath from your lungs. You babble incoherently as she works you through it, slowly curling her fingers and circling her tongue around your clit.
"Good girl," Wanda hums against you, "Sound so pretty when you cum on my face,"
"More," you pant.
"Already? Poor baby, is your little pussy just aching?" Wanda croons almost mockingly.
"Yes!" You cry, squirming in her hold.
Wanda starts lapping against your pussy against, fucking you faster with her fingers and lapping at your clit. Your orgasm builds fast again, and high pitched sounds of pleasure stream from you.
"Fuck, what a sight," Natasha borderline moans from the doorway.
You glance over, seeing a box under her arm.
"Please, need you too!"
"I'm comin', needy girl," Natasha purs, setting the box on the bed.
You actually drool as Natasha stripes her suit off, leaving her in nothing put a bra and black panties. You reach for her, making frantic grabby hands.
"So inpatient," Natasha tsks, climbing on the bed, "You stretching her outta for me?"
Wanda hums in confermation against your clit, and her buck your hips at the vibration. You grab Natasha's arm, yanking her closer.
"I could hear your needy little cunt getting fucked from the kitchen. Such a tease," Natasha growls, lowering her mouth to yours.
You moan into Natasha's moan as she grips your face, roughly exploring your mouth. Her tounge wrestles with your lazy, desperate one. You cry out as she bites your bottom lips between her teeth, pulling it as she breaks the kiss.
"Please," you beg, tugging a cup of her bra down.
"Needy girl,"
Natasha shifts forward, allowing you to slip her nipple into her mouth. You moan around it, suckling insistently and swirling your tongue around the tip.
Natasha reaches down and rolls one of your nipples between her fingers. You cry out around her, arch your back into the touch. The shifted positions nudges Wanda's fingers even more against your g-spot.
"More!" You beg around Natasha's nipple, staring up at her with needy doe eyes.
"I'm not the one with my fingers in that needy little cunt. Who's fucking you, detka?"
"Wanda!" You moan, turning your attention to the woman between your legs, "Please, please, I need more!"
Wanda hums into you and another wave of cramps rips through you. Your first orgasm had dulled the cramps to a dull ache, but they're back to feeling the hot knifes ripping through you.
"I think you can do better than that. Beg for it, malyshka,"
"Please please Wanda, I need more, hurts so bad, it hurts, need more!" You babble.
"What hurts? What do you need more of?" Natasha mocks.
"My pussy! Hurts so bad, need you to fuck me, Wanda! Need more of your fingers in me please!"
"Good girl, so pretty when you cry," Wanda purrs, sliding another finger into your dripping cunt.
You pant in relief as she hards finger fucking you faster.
"Sit on my face,"
Natasha stops playing with your nipples, going completely still.
"What was that?"
"Sit on my face! Please! Need to taste you!"
"I don't thin-"
"Please please, Natty, need it so bad! I'm so hungry, need it right now,"
"You're hungry?"
You nod, another tear slipping down your face. Natasha licks it up before it can drip onto the sheets.
"You want Daddy to sit on your pretty face?"
"Yes!" You cry, unable to process the nickname.
"If you insist," Natasha chuckles, brushing her lips against your before pulling away and striping her underwear.
Natasha mount your face, reverse cowgirl so she can watch Wanda fuck you. Wanda and Natasha locks eyes as you moan, tugging Natasha down on your face.
You hum in pleasure as Natasha's wet heat engulfs you. You lap from her clit to opening, drinking up her arousal. Natasha reaching forward, squeezing and pinching your breasts as you eat her out.
You wrap your lips around Natasha's clit, fluttering your tongue against it. Natasha's moans fill the room, yours following at the pornographic sounds.
You nose presses into her opening. You go to inhale, but Natasha pulls up when she realizes what you're going to do. You make a disgruntled sound, trying to pull her back down, but her thighs are too strong.
"Eat it baby, don't fucking waterboard yourself in it," Natasha mocks, "You said you were hungry, not suicidal,"
"I'm donna die if you don't sit back down on my face," you pant, hot breath fanning against her heated core.
You buck you hips as Wanda hits that spot inside you that makes you see stairs.
"Please! Please, Daddy, ride my face!" You cry out, "'m so close!"
Natasha lowers back onto your face, humming in approval at you using her title. She starts rocking her hips as you lap hungrily at her dripping folds. Your moans into her pussy increase as you sit at the edge of your orgasm.
"I can feel your pussy fluttering around me," Wanda groans against your clit, "Cum for me, malyshka,"
You scream Wanda's name against Natasha as you cum all over her face. Heat rips through you and your vision goes white. You fit against Wanda's hold on you, trying to get away as the orgasm wrecks you.
Natasha watches with wide eyes as your abdomen ripples and you squirt all over Wanda. Wanda pulls back to watch the fluid continue to leak out in bursts as she continues fucking you through it.
Natasha has to reach down and pin your hips to the mattress to keep you in place as you fight against their hold.
You cry and pant into Natasha cunt as you come down from your orgasm, the cramps having faded as pleasure ripped through you.
"Suck on Daddy's clit baby, you've got me close," Natasha orders, rolling one of your nipples.
You open, sucking and tonging her clit eagerly. When you teeth graze the bud, Natasha's body goes tense.
Her thighs tighten around your head as her orgasm hits her. You thrust your tongue into her so you can feel her walls flutter as she cums.
"Fuck, who taught you how to do that, dirty girl?" Natasha pants, climbing off your face.
You don't respond, licking your lips and chin clean before pulling Natasha's face down to yours. Your lips crash against hers, and this time you try to take control of the kiss.
But Natasha is too dominant, quickly taking control. By the time she pulls away, your panting and mewling.
"Please, need you to fuck me, Daddy,"
"Hmmm, you had Daddy's pussy and now you want her cock?" Natasha hums.
You nods eagerly, reaching for Wanda between your legs. Wanda crawls up your body, straddling your stomach. You gasp as her hot cunt presses against your bare still.
You look down in awe. You hadn't noticed Wanda getting undressed. She straddles you, looking like an absolute goddess.
“You're so pretty,” you mutter reverently, reaching out to grab Wanda's waist, “Wanna taste you too,”
Natasha taps your hip.
“Flip over, Kukolka (doll)”
Before you can process the words, Wanda is flipping you onto your stomach. You huff and Wanda laughs. Natasha grabs your ankle and pulls you down the bed.
“Hey!” You shriek.
Natasha swats your ass, and you actually moan. You flush.
“Hmm, you like that, Kukolka?” Natasha asks, gripping your ass.
Wanda lays down, stuffing pillows under her back to be elevated with her pussy right in front of your face.
The burning cramps in your abdomen are starting to intensify again, but stronger is your hunger for Wanda.
You lunge forward like a rabid animal, but Natasha stops you with a hand on your forehead.
“Ask nicely,” Natasha orders.
“I have a question, Daddy,”
“What is it, detka?”
“If you’re daddy, does that make Wanda Mommy?”
“Fuck, malyshka,” Wanda groans.
“Smart girl,” Natasha croons, “I think it does. Now ask Mommy permission to taste her pretty pussy,”
“Please, can I Mommy? I'll be good, I promise, please just let me make you feel good,”
“Jebeno, res si popolna,” Wanda mutters
“English, luv,” Natasha chuckles.
“Sorry, of course, Malyshka. You're so cute when you beg for Mommy's pussy,”
Natasha releases your forehead and you fall forward right between Wanda's legs.
You slow and start lapping at her folds, sucking them into your mouth and bumping your nose into her clit.
Wanda places her fingers in your hair, pulling you back a few inches.
“Slower, baby, it's not going anywhere,”
You whine until Wanda loosens her grip on you. You start lapping again, this time slower and more exploratory than ravenous.
“Just like that,” Wanda moans breathily.
Natasha's strong hands grip your hips, pulling them up to leave your ass in the air. You yelp in Wanda as spank stings across your ass. Natasha runs her hand across the stinging spot, clicking her tongue.
“You're being a good little slut now, but you were such a naughty girl earlier,” she tsks.
You make a sound of confusion, and Wanda grinds into the vibrations. You slip your tongue into her fluttering hole, swirling it around.
You experiment with different motions and speeds, trying to find what Wanda likes most.
Thwak!
“Naughty girl, hiding your mistake from Mommy and Daddy,”
Thwak!
You clench around nothing, whining from the pain of Natasha's hand and the lack of stimulation.
“Hiding you were all needy and in pain,"
Thwak!
“Almost drowning yourself in the shower,”
Thwak!
“Bet you tried to touch your needy pussy, didn't you Kukolka?”
You nod your head, accidently bumping your nose against Wanda's clit. Wanda’s hips buck, and you move your mouth back up to her clit, slipping a finger in her to substitute your tongue.
“But you couldn't satisfy your greedy cunt, could you?”
You buck back against Natasha as she slips two long fingers into your tight heat. You cry into Wanda's clit, pain and lust burning through you.
Thwak! Natasha spanks you with her fingers still stroking inside you, feeling how your pussy contacts at the sensation.
"No, you need Mommy and Daddy to fuck you,"
Tears drip down your cheeks and Wanda’s arousal drips down your chin.
Wanda tugs your hair gently, pulling you face away from her cunt. You look up at her with lust and pain laden eyes.
“Are you okay, Malyshka? Do you need a break?”
“No, please no, need more please, hurts so bad!” You whine, grinding back against Natasha.
Natasha and Wanda share a look, noting that your brain is getting foggy from the pollen again.
“Good girl, telling Mommy want you need,” Wanda coos, stroking your cheek, “you heard her, Nat,”
“You need Daddy to fill this naughty cunt?” Natasha scissors her fingers inside of you, prepping you for her strap.
“Yes!” You cry, barely able to hold your head up, “please, it burns!”
“I know Kukolka, I can feel how hot your sweet pussy is,” Natasha purrs.
You hear Natasha rustling behind you, and the sounds of buckles. You drop your mouth back down to Wanda's pussy, adding another finger.
“Keep going, luv, making Mommy feel so good,” Wanda praises.
Something cool and hard pressed against your heated pussy, and you buck back against it.
“Stay still, detka. Let Daddy do all the work,” Natasha says, tightening her grip on your hips.
Your moans against Wanda turn guttural as Natasha starts to push in. The strap fills you deliciously, and the more she gives you, the closer she gets to that itch inside you nothing else can scratch.
“Gooddd girl,” Natasha croons, “Taking Daddy’s cock so well,”
You squirm in Natasha's grip as she keeps pushing into you, more, more, more, than you thought was possible for you to take.
You feel almost uncomfortably full but the time Natasha thighs are flush with yours, but with how wet you are, it isn't painful.
Not painful from the stretch, only painful from the cramps still shooting through you.
You mumble pleas into Wanda, and Wanda’s thighs start to tremble.
“I think she wants more, Tasha,” Wanda pants, “That or she's just trying to kill me,”
“Greedy girl,” Natasha tsks.
You cry out and she pulls all the way out before thrusting back in one smooth motion. You're jolted further forward into Wanda. Natasha start fucking into you in long, slow thrusts.
“Malyshka, do I have permission to use my powers on you?” Wanda asks.
“Yes!” you pull back to say before sucking her clit back into your mouth. You can feel it throb, which only spurs you on.
Mouthwatering vibrations ripple through your sensitive breasts. You pull away from the mattress, trying to figure out what's causing it before you realize it's Wanda.
Your eyes flicker up to her, and you moan at the sight. Her face is flushed red, baby hairs stuck to her sweat slicked forehead. You start finger fucking her faster just to watch as her lips part in a moan.
Vibrations spark to life against your abused clit and you whine, squirming your hips. Natasha slaps you ass in warning, fucking into you faster.
“You hear that, Kukolka? Hear how your needy hole is slurping up Daddy’s cock?”
There is a loud squelching sound filling the room as she fucks you. You buck back against her, meeting each thrust.
You feel as Wanda's walls tighten around your fingers. You hum against her clit one last time and her orgasm hits her. She cries out your name as she cums, pushing you face further into her cunt.
You slow your pace as you work her through her peak, keeping your eyes on her gorgeous face
The vibrations rippling through you don't stop as she cums. If anything, the vibrations in your clit get stronger.
You pull away, burrowing your face into Wanda's inner thigh to muffle your moans. Natasha yanks you back by your hair.
“Dont hide those pretty moans from me, Kukolka,” Natasha hisses, shifting her hips so her strap grinds against your g-spot with even thrust.
Wanda watches Natasha fucks you, getting wet against just from the sight.
You, tears and drool dripping down your face, eyes fluttering back, mouth parted in pleasure, absolutely wrecked in every way.
Natasha, face flushes from fucking you so ruthlessly, one hand grip your hip and the other laced in your hair.
Wanda slides further under you, lifting you up so you're laying against her chest. You cry out and drop your head to rest against her collarbone as your breasts press against hers.
“That feel good, angel?” Wanda coos, pushing your hair out of your face.
“S-so good,” you mewl, grinding your chest down against hers
Pleasure sparks through your breasts and your breaths come in heaving pants as your orgasm looms closer.
“You close, Malyshka?” Wanda asks, almost reading your mind.
“Yes,” you whimper, clawing her arms as the pleasure edges on pain from the intensity of it all, “‘s too much,”
“You can take it, detka, you're such a good girl, taking Daddy's cock like a champ,” Wanda soothes.
“Take it like the good little slut you are,” Natasha releases your hair, slipping her hands between your thighs to circle your clit.
The combination of Wanda's vibrations, Natasha's fingers, and the strap rearranging your insides pushes you over the edge. You scream into Wanda's neck as a knot inside you snaps, fireworks erupting through your body.
You sob as you squirt around Natasha cock. You try to pull off the strap, escape the constant stimulation, but Natasha's hands hold you in place, and your struggling only grinds your hard nipples more against Wanda’s.
“Such a messy girl,” Natasha moans, “Soaking Mommy's neck with tears and Daddy's cock with cum,”
You mewl against Wanda as she strokes your hair, rubbing comforting circles along your spine. She tilts your face up, brushing her lips against yours.
The kiss is nothing like your ones with Natasha. This is slow, like you have all the time in the world to explore each other's mouths.
You flush as your mouths make faint slapping sounds, but melt into the kiss as the vibrations fade, giving your shot nerves a break. Natasha grips your ass as she slowly pulls out.
Your own cum leaks out of your cunt, a milky substance Natasha wants to taste every day. Natasha leans down and laps it up.
“Noooo, daddy,” you whine, pulling away from Wanda’s lips, “no more,”
“I'm sorry, Kukolka, your pussy's just so messy, Daddy wanted to clean it up for you,” Natasha says, planting a soft kiss on your abused cunt before pulling away.
You snuggle further into Wanda’s neck as she holds you tights, muttering to you sweetly in Slovakian. You don't understand, but it's comforting.
“Come on, Kukolka, let's get you cleaned up,” Natasha says, gently lifting you off Wanda.
She carries you to the bathroom, making you pee before putting you in the tub. She and Wanda climb in with you, cleaning your blissed out, exhausted body. They talk to each in low voices, but you're too sleepy to focus on the words.
You drift to sleep to the sounds of their voices, but stir again as they tuck you into bed.
“Don't leave,” you whine sleepily.
“Awww, Malyshka, we're not going anywhere,” Wanda assures you, wrapping her arms around you.
Natasha settles in behind you, pressing you into the yummiest sandwich. Your limbs tangle together, not knowing whose leg is slug over yours, or whose arm you're gripping, but it doesn't matter.
You sigh contently, feeling comfortably warm and loved as you drift to sleep.
“So…we're keeping her, right?” Wanda whispers.
“Of course,” Natasha smirks, leaving forward to kiss Wanda before they both drift to sleep.
౨ৎ bodyguard!toji has a job, and it's to keep you safe. it's not exactly easy to do it, though, when you won't let him.
"you reek of cheap booze," he says, eyes narrowed, watching you stumble through the window he'd been half-expecting you to use. his hand shoots out, just catching your arm before you ate shit on the (what he assumes to be disgustingly expensive) persian rug.
"jesus!" you gasp, heart hammering against your ribs. "god, toji, you scared the hell out of me."
"you scared me. trying to get me fired, brat?" his voice is low, dangerous.
"don't be such a drama queen," you mutter, clinging to his forearms for balance. holy hell, he's close. his signature musky cologne fills your nostrils, laced with the sharper tang of aftershave. you wonder how long he's been standing there in the dark, waiting to tear you a new one for your late-night escapades.
"for fuck's sake, princess, i'm dead serious. stop fighting me on this. it's not going to make me disappear."
you scoff, ready with a sharp retort, but he cuts you off with a knowing look. "don't even think about hiding this one from your old man."
"what?" you blurt, your eyes snapping up to meet his. "oh, come on! it wasn't even a big deal. was lame party, if that makes you feel any better?"
toji's dark eyebrow arches. "nope, doesn't. so you ditched my protection for a lame party? look, ma, i have one damn job: keep you safe, alright? can't do that when you're pulling this kind of crap."
"no, no," you plead, shaking your head, your slightly buzzed brain scrambling for an excuse. toji thinks you look ridiculously good tonight, the moonlight catching the curve of your cheek, but he'd rather swallow glass than admit it.
your ego was inflated enough as it was. but damn, that little black dress… it was going to be the death of him. it clung to every curve, showcasing the plump swell of your breasts and the tempting roundness of your ass.
being the towering brute that he was, he had to look down at you, and the angle offered a perfect, sinful view of your cleavage. and there you were, pressed right up against him, the thin fabric doing little to hide the heat radiating off your skin.
toji had self-control, okay?
mostly. of course, the rational part of his brain screamed that fucking his boss's daughter was a spectacular career suicide. especially when you were barely out of your teens, young enough to be… well, not his daughter, but close enough to make his gut clench with a different kind of tension.
"this was the last time, i swear!" your voice is a little breathy now, the proximity doing things to you despite your subtle tipsiness.
he remains unamused, his frown a deep furrow between his brows. he worried about you, even if you were a pain in his ass. "that's what you said the last two times i had to physically drag your drunk self out of some punk's ass apartment."
"toji," you breathe, saying his name in that low, husky way that always seemed to tighten something in his chest. "please. don't tell him. why… why don't you deal with me yourself?"
he knows exactly what you're implying. the subtle sway of your hips brings the soft press of your plush tits against his solid chest, a deliberate, teasing grind against his hardening cock.
forget his self-control. it evaporates like morning mist.
his hand shoots out, not gently this time, but firm, cupping the back of your neck and tilting your head up. his gaze drops to your lips, swollen and slightly parted. "oh, i'm going to deal with you, princess. believe that."
he doesn't bother with the niceties. without a word, he scoops you up, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. he carries you the few steps to your bed, dropping you unceremoniously onto the plush mattress. your little black dress rides up your thighs, exposing the lace of your panties.
toji's on you in an instant, his weight pressing you into the soft comforter. he doesn't bother with foreplay, which he feels a little guilty about, but with how you're already leaking onto the sheets... he doesn't think you need it.
besides, he's not sure how much longer he can wait, not feeling your wet pussy clenching around him. he shoves your face into the pink, fluffy pillows, the scent of lavender filling your nostrils as he shoves his thick length into your all-too-tight cunt.
"t— toji!" you gasp, muffled by the fabric. "can't — ngh — take more!"
"oi. better not be tapping out already, brat," he grunts, his voice thick with lust. "all that attitude for — fuck — what, huh?" his thrusts are anything but gentle, deep and demanding, stealing your breath with each forceful entry.
his hands grip your hips, bruisingly tight, anchoring you beneath him as he pulls almost all the way out, the slick head of his cock teasing your hot entrance before he slams back in, burying himself deep.
"okay, okay," you babble, tears pricking your eyes. "m's— sorry!"
"are you, now?" he mutters, his breath hot against your ear. "because you'd be a hell of a lot quieter if you actually were."
the first wave of your orgasm crashes over you, unexpected and intense. you try to buck away, but his powerful arms simply tighten around you, his thumb finding your clit through the thin lace of your panties, stroking relentlessly, pushing you closer to the edge.
he fucks you through that one, and then two more, his relentless rhythm leaving you breathless and whimpering. and still, he doesn't come. toji's not even breaking a sweat.
well, he'll see how much you enjoy sneaking out for watered-down beer and sloppy make-out sessions after he's thoroughly punished you, branding you with his touch, leaving you trembling and utterly his.
love it when whumpee is completely overwhelmed— the lights are too bright, the sheets are too scratchy against their skin, their head is pounding with pain, and the whumper keeps talking way too loud. the discomfort burns and burns until it's a roaring pain and they can't escape it. their mind won't let them float away or pass out and the pain keeps ramping up. it's not even the worst day they've had, but suddenly they are on the edge of tears, desperate to get away from everything, thrashing around and fighting against their restraints, trying to bring their hands to their eyes and their ears, to block all of it out, just for a second, whispering please, please, please as if that could persuade the whumper.
whumper just adjusts the restraints, raises an indifferent eyebrow and gags the whumpee. turns the brightness up a notch. any admittance of pain is punished by more pain.
years later once they're rescued, they can never quite convey their discomfort properly, they always internalise it until it's unbearable. the fear that it will only get worse is ever-present and oh-so-real.
*pokes* oh my god! i really love all of your dol headcanons, the suicidal one admitedly made me cry, it's just that good! :'D not sure if you take request or not, you can ignore this if you aren't, but i'd absolutely would love something related to bailey taking reader's virginity...? his dialogue in canon (before it was removed rip) when he took pc's virginity drive me fucking crazy :)
“Your body was always mine.”
Synopsis: You owe Bailey, but are short on cash. He takes your virginity as payment.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. It’s been a rough month or so. I wish they would have left us the ability to fuck Bailey at least until they had more lewd content to replace it with. I refuse to acknowledge his canon disinterest in the player.
In a town such as this, where temptations festered in the shadow, it was a miracle you’d preserved your purity for as long as you had. He can’t imagine how you managed, though he supposes your affiliation with the church must have contributed. Fat load of good that did against him, though, didn’t it? It hadn’t been intentional, but he’d gradually accrued your virginities, unraveling your innocence thread by thread.
Once in a moment of weakness, driven by frustration. You’d pestered him all that morning with dumb shit, and in a haze of anger and desire, he overwhelmed you, his hands gripping your body as he bent you over his desk and roughly violated your ass. You fought valiantly, but you were just no match.
"You should be putting out more if you're this tight. What do you think you're good for?"
Once with the intentions to torment that insufferable prick, Avery. You may have been that bastard’s date for the evening, but he was your guardian, and it was about damn time he reminded you both who actually owned you. With the right encouragement—threats against that other brat, Robin—he hadn’t needed to lift a finger for your mouth to get to work. The look on that man’s face as you choked on him was the highlight of his evening, though your inexperienced tongue running alongside his shaft was a contender to be sure.
"Don't get any funny ideas. Just take it."
Once more that same evening without thinking. With all the adrenaline coursing through his body, he hadn’t considered the significance before grabbing your hand and thoughtlessly dragging you off to his car. He hadn’t registered the way your hand tensed against his own until long after he’d dumped you off at the orphanage.
Lastly, by your discretion, too drunk for you to realize the “handsome stranger with kissable lips” was in fact your caretaker coming to collect your dumbass after you’d gone and got yourself roofied. You were lucky it was the day before collection; otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered. For reasons unknown to even himself, his resolve to remain indifferent crumbled under your clumsy lips, pulling you close to dress your lips with his and turning that chaste brush of lips into a ferocious battle with his tongue. You probably still think it was that haunting freak you barely tolerate who took your first kiss, but he hasn’t forgotten.
"Surprised are you? You'll learn to kiss better soon."
Now, behind the locked door of his office, he finds himself clawing at the remnants of his self-control, trying desperately to ignore the desire that began to bloom since he first pinned you against his desk. He palms at the ache pressing against his trousers, shame creeping along his spine. He should never have let things get as far as they did. There were lines he had resolved not to cross, and yet here he was, hips jerking to the thought of your warm tongue, soft lips, and tight ass.
The thought that you’ve been sauntering around town with that virgin cunt of yours unprotected, purity vulnerable to any prowling perverts, evokes a possessive rage that has no place invading his thoughts.
He sure as fuck shouldn’t be entertaining the thought that you’re only some doors down, just out of reach. The desire to own you in full has him in a chokehold. Growling, he reclines deeper into his swivel chair, impatiently fishing his cock out from his trousers, leaking pre-cum down over angry veins.
Fuck it, just this once.
With a sense of urgency, he gathers himself in his hand, tightening his hold damn near enough to strangle, and begins furiously pumping his hand. It doesn't take too long before he reaches that precipice, jaw and core tightening as he inhales sharply. Warmth spreads over his hand, pace and grip relaxing as he eases himself down from his high.
Releasing a sigh, he reaches across his desk for a tissue. After cleaning himself off and resituating himself into his pants, he glances down at his wristwatch.
12:30 AM
Right, there was still the matter of your debt. Before he could erase you from his thoughts, he had to collect your payment for this week. It was admittedly early, but the day of collection nonetheless, and he could swing by damn well any time he pleased. He steels himself before pushing the door open and striding up the stairs towards your room. The sound of your laughter mingling with that of another orphan—Robin, his mind supplies to his distaste—pulls at his insides like a vice.
The door swings open violently, the force startling the both of you into silence. The sight before him reignits that possessive rage; your hips straddling his with only a pair of panties protecting you from his exposed length. Underneath you, the boy cringes as Bailey's attention rests on him, eyes widening in bewilderment and terror. The air was thick with tension.
“Get out.” He bites out as calmly as he could manage, nails digging into his palms.
Robin casts a rueful glance between the both of you, torn between the desire to shield you and fear. You assure him that you’ll be fine, gesturing towards the door with your chin.
“But—” Robin begins, but is interrupted by Bailey.
“Did I fucking stutter?” he snarls, the animosity seemingly making the air colder and heavier. Quickly worming back into his night shorts, Robin slinks by Bailey while sending one last remorseful glance your way before vanishing down the corridor.
Silence punctuates his departure. Rage simmers below the surface of his skin, threatening to burn him. The sound of shuffling sheets punctures the quiet, instinctually causing him to look your way. Breath catches in his throat, soaking in the sight of your exposed thighs. As you reach for your bottoms, awkwardly twisting your body, he sees what he believes must be that brat's fluids discoloring your underwear. Lips twitching, he’s overcome with the desire to tear it from your body and have it burned.
Had he arrived even an hour later, you’d have surrendered your virginity to that urchin. Struck with violent impulse, he feels the final strand of resolve disintegrate. He stalks forward, his presence overwhelming as he closes the distance between you.
Scrambling back until your back is pressed against the headboard, you glare daggers, demanding to know why he’s here. The slight tremble of your voice reveals the fear underlining that false bravado you’ve taken to wearing. He makes note of your shifting eyes, frantically searching for an escape, and snorts in amusement. There would be no trouble subduing you, especially at this distance. Perhaps you came to this realization yourself, your eyes snapping back to him with a trace of defeat settling onto your features.
“You owe me.” A grimace overtakes your expression. Ah, now this was a first. Of all his orphans, you were one of the few that were consistently prompt with their payments. No wonder you were offering yourself to that brat. Now, no guilt would weigh on his conscience; you owed him and he intended to collect. You had only yourself to blame for whatever happened next.
Gathering your voice, you stamper out a retort, voice raising as you speak. “I-I’m a little short, but I ha-have enough to cover Robin! Do whatever to me; just leave him out of it!"
You nervously extend the bills out, and he snatches them, flicking through the stack to tally the sum. Satisfied with the amount, he stuffs the wad of cash into his pocket before glancing back up to you.
“I know just what to do with you. Don’t worry, I have no interest in that brat joining.” Closing the distance between you, he snatches your ankle and drags you towards him before you can resist.
You yelp as he pounces, quickly pinning your arms above your head and adjusting his grip so he can hold them down with just one hand. He doesn’t give you a moment to react before he snatches your lips with his own, silencing any potential objections. His tongue swipes across your lips, thrusting down your throat—domineering, rough, and speaking of suppressed desire. Pulling back, a string of saliva connects your lips.
“Wh-What was that about...?” You gasp out, greedily sucking in air, nearly suffocated by his intensity.
“You owe me.” He begins, hand drifting down to cup your sex. “And you have something I want.”
Tears gather at the revelation, struggling against his hold. “N-no way! Haven’t you stolen enough from me?”
Snatching your cheeks in his fingers, he clenches as a warning and sneers. “You fucking owe me, so unless you want me knocking on that brat’s door for payment, you’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you.”
You sniffle and sob, but otherwise settle down, realizing you have no other choice but to comply. Watching your eyes for any signs of rebellion, he feels assured you won’t try anything and releases your face and arms. You go limp, defeated. He hooks his finger in your panties, impatiently pulling them off your body before tossing them to the floor. He doesn’t bother to take off your shirt.
Though having seen you exposed before, he can’t help but stare in appreciation at your glistening lips. Swiping his middle and ring finger between your folds, he wastes no time before sinking knuckle deep, aided by your slick.
“Fuck, you’re soaked. That brat do this to you?” He begins pumping his fingers and circling your clit with his thumb, enjoying the crinkle of your nose and eyes as you try to maintain composure. “Or do you actually want this?”
You shake your head and try to say no, but your voice breaks into a whine as he curls his fingers against a sensitive spot. He takes the initiative to attack that spot, pressing a hand against your chest to hold you down when you begin to squirm.
"Just relax. I'll handle everything like always."
Feeling your chest rise faster and walls clenching tighter, he pulls away just as you’re about to reach your high. A whine leaves your throat against your will, feeling betrayed at the loss of his fingers. Without warning, his hands grip your waist, pulling you into him and replacing his fingers with something much thicker. The sudden intrusion steals your breath away and sends you over the edge, vaguely registering the pain through your climax. Perhaps he was just impatient, or maybe he cares some semblance to distract you from the pain of being split open by something so large. Either way, he gives you no time to adjust to his size, fingers digging into your skin and leaving crescent-shaped marks.
His eyes and lips pressed tight, overwhelmed by your tight heat. He’s plucked plenty of virgins, but none had brought him such intense pleasure. Melting into you, he sinks his face into your neck, tongue gliding across your skin and savoring your taste. You shiver as his lips trace your collarbone, the nipping of his teeth forcing sharp breaths from your throat.
It’s subtle, but you can hear his muted groans as his hips snap against yours, hungry and desperate. The sounds of wet, heated sex penetrate the thin walls of your room, sure to be heard by all. He can’t find it in him to care when all he can focus on is how sweetly you massage him, bringing him closer to the precipice of pleasure with each thrust. The crown of his cock kisses your cervix, your back arching from the sensation as your hands and legs wrap around him. Your nails dig into his back as that coil in your stomach tightens, leaving deep scratches in their path.
As you push against his thrusts, his hand slips between your bodies, teasing your clit with fervor. You feel yourself slip over that edge, head snapping back against the bed and calling out his name with eyes twisted shut. Feeling you tighten, he loses composure and begins frantically chasing that high for himself. Sensitive, you whine from overstimulation, softly calling out his name to catch his attention. The sound of your soft voice helplessly calling for him and only him lights his nerves and leaves him helplessly gripping the sheets. He bites down on your shoulder to stiffle a moan, spilling into you. His hips grind into yours as he winds down, hands tenderly gliding across your body.
As he pulls back, hot white pools onto the sheets below. He admires the mess he’s made: your bruised skin, neck raw and glistening, and lips parted as you try to gather your breath. His thumb ghosts over your lips, amused by the dumb look settled on your face. Satisfaction thrums through him, having claimed the last of your purity.
"Your body was always mine. Like your first time."
thinking about alpha!leon kennedy going through his rut — and how all he wants to do is pleasure you. how he’s crawling on all fours to get to you, huffing at your panty covered core and smelling just how aroused you are by all of this. how he practically rips your undies off you before pushing your legs back and diving right in.. sucking on your clit and pushing his tongue between your slick folds. he can do this for hours — in fact, he does. how he groans as you grip his hair tightly between your fingers when he slips a finger inside and curls it into that gummy spot he knows will make you start to gush and squelch around him, your slick arousal dribbling down his chin and neck. how he gives you precisely two minutes to recover and catch your breath after you cum before he’s back between your legs and making you whimper so sweetly for him
i don’t even know what deranged thing i have in me. someone bring it out.
one thought i have is dada frank getting home from whatever mission he’s set himself on. you’ve been needy all damn day, with no way to control it. there’s new cum stains on the couch, the bed. you’re a mess. when he gets home you nearly pounce on him. kissing down his front and dropping to your knees. you rest your head against his bulge and mouth at it through his jeans while humping his boot. you cum so quick— too quick, he’s like ?????. your cum is glistening on his boot, from the laces to the toe. he brings you to the bedroom and spreads your legs apart. your pussy is just red, sticky, puffy, covered in dry cum because you can’t clean yourself. he pulls your lips apart with his thumb and inspects it. toys with your clit- which makes you hiss. you clench around nothing. that’s when he pries your hole open with your thumbs to see if you’ve been playing with yourself. :( he feels so bad because you’re so fucked out and covered in so many fluids.
he brings you to the bathroom to clean you up, but first makes you pee. god knows you haven’t even thought about doing that, too focused on needing frank.
he wipes you. you hiss again. he starts to genuinely wonder how much you’ve been touching yourself today. why does his baby girl’s pussy hurt so much?:(
he finally brings you to bed and gets your jammies on. he kisses your forehead and leaves to go get you water from the kitchen.
that’s when he notices the stains. the corners of the dining chairs, the arm of the couch, the corner of the dining table. when he walks back into the room, he notices a stain on the bed post. his dirty girl. using any and all surfaces go try and relieve yourself.
he quickly strips his clothes and carefully takes off his boots (because he wants to keep that trophy of yours). he crawls onto the bed and scoops you into his arms.
“been busy today, huh, baby girl? you missed your dad?” he coos, running his fingers through your hair.
you shrug, mildly embarrassed. he tells you that’s okay. s’normal for a tiny thing like you to go into heat like that. however, he then tries (keyword: tries) to get it in your head that rubbing your sweet pussy all over the furniture can be bad for you! what if you get a splinter? or a rash? or a burn from carpet or the couch? he just wants to make sure his girl is okay.
… and that’s why he does another inspection. he gives you something to suck on (perhaps a lollipop or a toy) while he pokes and prods at your pussy. he’ll lift your hips up to make sure you didn’t hurt your other hole. he’ll press delicate little kisses around your pussy, trying to soothe you. it just makes you more wet. you wanna cum again already, but he’s not sure if he should let you. you’ve clearly worn yourself out.
but he does it anyway. his tongue moves slowly. wanting to be easy. not rough or fast like how you were humping all the furniture earlier. he sucks on your clit- purposely not using his teeth or fingers like usual. just his warm, wet tongue lapping up your juices.
he drags this out for hours. it’s not even him trying yo be cruel. he just wants you to feel good. no burning from his fingers stretching you open or hot friction from the fabric of the couch. just daddy’s tongue. when he does finally let you cum, it’s the most mind boggling orgasm you’ve ever had. cum flows out of your pussy in shock waves, and frank does not let a single drop go to waste. his tongue moves deep inside your hole, making sure your orgasm is drawn out as much as possible before it becomes overstimulating.
😊
um. i think i wrote too much. lowwwwkey got carried away lalala.
YEAHHHHHH BANDIT. I CANT RLY ADD TO THIS BECAUSE THERES A LOT BUT 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
