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nadvs · 6 months

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watch and learn (part two)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

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You’re at the library the next morning, enjoying how quiet campus is on a Saturday. You’re trying to focus on a discussion board you need to respond in, but your mind is elsewhere.

You can’t believe you agreed to Rafe’s idea. But you don’t regret it. He may be a jerk through and through, but he’s surprisingly a really good listener in bed.

You’re pretty sure he gave you the best orgasm you’ve ever had with someone. While it was an awkward challenge guiding him, you realized how liberating it was getting exactly what you wanted instead of quietly hoping the guy you were with knew what to do.

Your phone buzzes and lights up with a text. It’s 9:44 am and the notification is from Rafe.

Rafe: if you ever want practice sucking dick let me know

You flush and instinctually look around to make sure nobody in the barren library can see your screen. You reply: good morning to you too.

You take a second and send another message. The thought of going down on him rouses you. And, of course, the feedback will be helpful.

You: might take you up on that

Rafe: might?

You: might :)

Rafe is lying in bed, nursing a minor hangover. When he thinks about what happened on the other side of the wall in your room last night, he gets turned on all over again.

Feeling you cum around his fingers was fucking amazing. Knowing he did that to you, made you shake like that, was like an achievement. And he wants to keep doing it.

He texts you: we’re having a party on the beach today. bring friends

Rafe’s brand new to the frat, but he has already learned how important it is to invite as many people as he can to events. And if he’s being honest, he really wants to see you again.

You: only if you dont hit on them. i cant subject them to that

He feels his lips quirk up in a smile. When you don’t have a stick up your ass, you’re actually kind of entertaining.

Rafe: wtf why

You: you’re a fuckboy

Rafe: nahh you said i was amazing

You: i said the sex was amazing. and thats only because i told you what to do

Rafe: you can’t take all the credit

You: watch me

Rafe: you’re annoying

You: YOU’RE annoying

You: send me the address and time for the party

He quickly sends you the details.

This is the best idea he’s ever had. No strings attached sex with a hot girl who has zero interest in a relationship and can be brutally honest with him. He gets to fuck and improve his skills. It’s a dream.

Later that afternoon, Rafe watches the setting sun as he hangs out with a couple of his frat brothers in the sand. The party’s slowly starting to fill up, conversations growing in volume over the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

“We don’t host a lot of parties here,” Blake continues to explain to Rafe.

Blake’s a sophomore legacy and Rafe has slowly realized that he sort of looks up to him. He’s involved in the frat and seems to know everybody.

“It’s ‘cause it’s impossible to get people to pay cover, so we don’t even ask for it,” Blake says.

“No door to do it at,” Sam, another sophomore adds with a laugh. Blake looks back and shakes his head.

“Fun police is here,” he hollers. Rafe turns to see pacing towards the keg next to the same girl he saw you with last night.

His pulse quickens as he takes you in. Your shorts are barely covering anything. Damn.

You glare at Blake as you pick up a red solo cup.

“Kidding,” Blake says. “We were kinda being assholes the other night, weren’t we?”

Your lips twist into a small smile. Rafe isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t like you looking at Blake like that.

He didn’t mention to anyone that you two hooked up last night. No particular reason - it just didn’t come up. But clearly, he’ll have to fill the guys in later. They need to know you’re off limits.

“Thanks for admitting it,” you say, filling up your cup. “Why can’t you be my neighbor?”

You look over at Rafe, whose jaw is clenched. Him and that temper. Admittedly, you’re already kind of sexually frustrated over how good he looks in his tank top, his big biceps exposed.

“Life’s unfair,” Blake replies with a bigger grin. You return it. It makes Rafe’s blood run hot.

“I guess it is,” you say as your friend finishes filling up her cup.

You walk away and Rafe realizes he didn’t exchange a single word with you. The second you’re out of earshot, he leans towards his buddies.

“I’m hooking up with her,” he tells them.

“Your neighbor?” Sam laughs. “Cap. That chick hates you.”

Rafe almost tells him not to call you a chick because of your advice last night. Wow. He really is learning from you.

“Didn’t hate me last night.” He takes a sip of his beer.

“Wait, for real?” Blake asks.

“Yeah.” Rafe loves the confidence high he’s riding right now.

“How was it?” Blake asks.

Rafe decides to lie. Painting it as a boring experience will make his buddies lose any interest they might have in you.

“Fine,” he says casually. Yeah, right. It was incredible.

Rafe watches Blake turn, surely to check you out.

“She’s cute,” Blake mumbles.

“Bro code, man,” Sam says, slapping his friend’s chest. Rafe is kind of relieved he said that.

“Shit, my bad,” Blake says with a chuckle, looking at Rafe. “You like her?”

“Oh - no,” Rafe laughs. “No.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I talked to her, right?” Blake says it as more of a statement than a question.

Rafe realizes he shouldn’t care. This whole arrangement is so both of you can get better at sex with other people. He doesn’t know what got into him thinking you owed him loyalty. His impulse to be possessive serves no purpose here.

“Go for it,” Rafe says.

Dusk falls as you stand in a crowd with Liv, your feet sunken into the sand as you drink and chat.

You told her about your arrangement with Rafe and were surprised to hear how jealous she was, mentioning how rare it is to find a guy who cares about giving his girl an orgasm.

You had to clarify to her it’s because Rafe’s ego needs all the stroking it can get, especially in the bedroom. And that you are not his girl.

You know it’s a crazy situation to be in with someone, but it’s worth it. You’ll learn what you can from him, and he’ll do the same with you, and then you’ll use what you picked up with people you actually like.

As the night goes on, the crowd gets bigger and closer together. It’s dark at this point, the moon covered with clouds.

Rafe’s been looking at you all night, at your bare legs, thinking about how he had his mouth between them last night.

You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket. When you pull it out, you see a text from Rafe: you ever fucked in a car? or are you too scared lol

You look up to meet his gaze from eight feet away at most, shaking your head in incredulity as he smirks at you.

The abruptness of his message, the promise of doing something so outside your comfort zone, is thrilling. But still, you just have to mess with him.

You reply: too scared :( no thanks

You laugh at the way Rafe’s face contorts at his phone. He looks up at you.

You text again: jk let’s go

He flashes his middle finger to you and you return the gesture. He then cocks his head behind him to signal you to follow.

“Tip for you,” you say when you approach him, walking away from the crowd together. “Don’t flip off a girl you’re trying to fuck.”

“Is that not good foreplay?” Rafe asks with a smirk.

“Aw, did I teach you that word?” you say.

“I knew it before.”

“Sure,” you say. “Just like you knew that girls fake it.”

“You’re annoying,” he groans, amusement in his tone.

“You’re annoying” you say, echoing your text conversation from earlier. You playfully shove his shoulder. He hardly budges.

You approach the parking lot and Rafe pulls out keys to remotely unlock his car.

“Get in,” he says, stopping in front of a large black SUV and opening the right backseat door. You notice the luxury brand immediately.

“This is your car?”

“Got a motorcycle, too,” he replies smugly.

“It makes so much sense now.”

“What?”

“You’re rich,” you realize. Rafe shrugs in such a pompous way.

“And?”

“That’s why you’re so…” you begin. What’s the right word? Entitled? Arrogant? Shameless? “You.”

Rafe scoffs at you, unsure of how to take the comment and unsure if he should even care as you settle in his car. He ambles in behind you, settling on the leather seat and shutting the door.

You don’t feel shy to initiate like you did last night. You straddle him, immediately locking lips, feeling him freeze in what you think is surprise before his hands drag over your hips.

Rafe really wants to grab your ass but he remembers you telling him he shouldn’t jump right to groping.

He tastes like beer and he smells like cologne as you deepen the kiss, weaving your lips together. He dips his tongue into your mouth and your noses nudge together, wet lips smacking in his dark, quiet car.

He shuffles under you, the leather squeaking, allowing you to feel his hard-on between your legs, his hands finally wandering over your ass and gripping hard. Lust burns in your stomach.

Your mind drifts back to what he texted you this morning. You’ve been thinking about it all day. You sit back, unable to see much of Rafe in the darkness, but enough to see that his eyes are half-closed, drunk off the feeling.

“I wanna practice…” you say, stroking him over his shorts. “You know.”

“Say it,” Rafe coaches, his dimples caving into his cheeks. You roll your eyes. Right. This is why you’re doing this. To stop being so reserved.

“Sucking dick,” you finally say. Hearing and watching you as your words spill out of your mouth makes his skin prickle with excitement.

“My turn to teach you, huh?” Rafe’s voice is deep and husky, dripping with desire. You nod, your bottom lip trapped beneath your teeth as you continue to stroke him.

“Should I keep doing this?” you ask, palming him.

“You got it, baby,” he rasps lazily. “Touch it before you put it in your mouth.”

“Fuck,” you half-chuckle. Rafe smirks. He knows you love his dirty talk.

“You can talk, too,” he encourages. “Try it.”

You twist your lips in apprehension, but push yourself past your comfort zone.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” you admit, goosebumps blooming across your skin. “About how your cock is gonna feel down my throat.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, his hands gripping your ass tighter. How’d he get so lucky to be here right now? “That’s good.”

“Yeah?” you whisper, gratified. You unbutton his shorts and pull down his zipper.

“You liked the way it felt inside you last night, didn’t you?” he asks. He shifts to give you the space to pull down his shorts and boxers.

You watch him shut his eyes in pleasure as you wrap your bare hand around him, no fabric in the way anymore.

“I loved it,” you whisper, giving into the impulse to kiss him again. When your thumb rubs over the bead of warm precum on the head of his cock, he bites your bottom lip.

You move to position your head at his groin, your knees on the carpeted floor of his car. You lean forward, slowly putting your lips around the tip, feeling just how wet your panties are when you taste him.

“Shit,” he shudders. You slightly raise your head to dribble spit onto his thick cock, bringing your hand up to rub the moisture over his length.

“Sit up,” Rafe says. “I wanna watch you spit on it again.”

You straighten and the sight of your line of saliva dropping from your mouth to his dick makes Rafe feel like he might go crazy.

His cock is slick now, your hand sliding up and down it easily.

“Should I use both hands?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he huffs. You nod, both your palms rubbing over his girth, cupping and twisting.

He’s about to tell you to start using your mouth, but you drop a hand, leaving the other at his base, and take him in.

Your hot, wet mouth feels unbelievable. You start to suck and slide over him nicely, leaning up and down.

“Squeeze harder,” he instructs, and you nod with his cock still in your mouth, your hold stiffening at his base. You’d assume gripping this tight would hurt, but this is why you’re doing this with him. To learn.

You take a little more of him with every dip of your head, lips locked as spit dribbles down your chin. The sound of your slurping is fucking amazing to him. Your tongue twists and curls as you move.

“Keep using your tongue like that,” Rafe says to you, his words whispered and rushed. “And take as much of my cock as you can. Try to take all of it.”

You nod again, pushing down, gagging but reaching all of him, your nose touching his toned stomach.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans. “Good fucking girl.”

The praise makes you stir with enticement as you pull back, then take all of his length again, flicking your tongue.

“Just like that,” Rafe grunts, his voice hoarse. “Look at me.”

You meet his eyes in the shadowed car, his chest heaving. Rafe might just lose his mind at the way you look with your mouth stuffed with his cock. He reminds himself this is supposed to be instructional.

“Guys love this shit, okay?” he says. “When you look up like that.”

You pull back, making him watch his cock slowly get uncovered as you pop off of him.

“Is it wet enough?” you ask.

“Yeah, baby, you’re doing a good job,” he replies. You nod and sink onto him again, starting to move faster, moving your hand in sync with your mouth.

“Hold my balls,” he tells you. “Not too tight.”

You obey, cupping the soft flesh with one hand while the other remains wrapped around his cock. You squeeze gently, massaging his balls and earning a deep groan from him.

Wow. You really are learning a lot from him.

Rafe feels his stomach tighten. He’s close.

“You gonna swallow?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say, muffled and vibrating over his cock. You never have before, but you really want to impress Rafe and do this right.

He starts to shake, his voice reduced to a whimper. You feel him get even harder, then shudder.

His hot cum hits the back of your throat in one hard splash, trailed by short spurts. He moans his way through his orgasm, his load heavy.

You take it all, making him smile as he looks down at you, panting.

“That was… fuck…” Rafe huffs, titling his head back, his jawline sharp.

It’s pretty gratifying seeing such a big, loud, arrogant man reduced to this tired, heaving mess. He rakes a hand through his hair as you shift to sit next to him.

“A-plus?” you ask. You’re expecting him to tease you but he nods.

“Fuck yeah,” he laughs. “Give me a few minutes. I want you to show me how to make you cum on my dick.”

Nerves suddenly bubble in your stomach. Even after what you just did, the thought of fucking him in here makes you feel on edge.

“Let’s do that another night,” you say, adjusting your top.

“What? Why?” he asks. He looks at you, lips still parted as he breathes heavily.

“We could get caught.”

“The windows are tinted,” Rafe tells you. “Nobody knows we’re even in here.”

You look away, which by now, he has learned means you’re embarrassed.

“Holy shit, why do you get so nervous all of a sudden?” he laughs. “Do you feel bad for liking sex or something?”

You swallow hard. You never thought about it but... maybe he’s right. There always is a little bit of shame attached to every hook-up you have.

He called you out on your lack of confidence last night. Here he is, doing it again.

Rafe doesn’t understand how a girl can be so sure of herself one minute, then ashamed the next.

“Relax,” he says. “Don’t think. Just answer, understand?”

“Okay,” you say.

“Do you want to fuck?”

You nod.

“Say it.”

“Yeah, I do,” you relent.

“Then take your clothes off.”

(part three)

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wandasaura · 1 month

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BENEATH THE SUN

summary — with your back beneath the harsh summer sun, natasha had you right where she wanted you; on your knees, taking only what she thought you deserved

warning(s) — dom/sub dynamics, strap-on usage, face fucking, deep-throating, slight exibitionism, hair pulling, makeshift ponytails, slightest allusions to pet play (just the name puppy), gagging, daddy kink, praise kink, degrading, face slapping, mild choking, slight cockwarming if you squint, orgasm delay/denial, mentions of butt plugs, multiple organs, overstimulation, subspace, mommy kink, dry humping, finger sucking, oral fixation, aftercare, natasha being hot and sweaty, men/minors dni

authors note — for @oceaseaa who so desperately wants more strap-on fics, you can thank her for this

Natasha’s thighs were meticulously toned beneath your gentle hands, firm and defined by muscles that glimmered beneath the sheen of perspiration that created a sparkling layer across the expanse of her uncovered skin. The gleam of sunlight that fell across her bottom-less frame allowed her olive-toned skin to become alight with intimate delicacy, and your mouth wandered the depths of her deep maroon shaft, wide eyes maintaining intense connection with hers that creased and twitched with addictive pleasure. The taste of her arousal coated the strap-on secured around her waist by soft cotton strips, hours of pent up excitement having led to this simple moment, but release was still far from her mind as strong hands made a make-shift ponytail out of your tousled hair and pulled you closer to her groin, the rounded tip of your nose that she so frequently peppered with soft kisses brushing against her bikini line for only a second before she relented, allowing you to pull away and gasp for breath that came out hoarse and jagged.

Her afternoon workout had seen an abrupt end when you slipped out into the backyard in the skimpiest bikini you owned; one that neither Wanda nor Natasha had known even existed in your wardrobe. The vibrant colors did wonders for your skin, and beneath the harsh glow of mid-day sunlight you’d been irresistible. To Natasha’s benefit, she’d chosen that morning to play a little game with you while Wanda was at the gallery, meticulously planning yet another showcase that would be open to the public in only a few days, but her plans had been derailed the minute you crept behind her with soft touches, trailing your fingers across her shoulder blades, tracing every inch of muscle and soft skin tantalizingly. The strap hadn’t been all that hidden, not with how tightly the black athleisure shorts fit her waist, however you’d gasped in startled shock when she flipped your position easily, maneuvering you onto your knees before you could fully fit the image of her plan together. You’d moved since then, taking up residence by the pool, grown accustomed to concrete digging into your bare knees and beams of sunlight burning tanlines into your skin. but still there had been no ounce of sweet release for either of you. There wouldn’t be until Natasha was ready to end her deliciously evil game.

You gagged, drool pooling at the corners of your lips when she thrust upwards into your mouth, your tongue warm against the underside of her strap, your breath hot as it came through your nose and fanned against her exposed skin. Your hands braced themselves on her hips now, attempting to put distance between your bodies, but her grip on your hair didn’t falter for a second, drawing you in closer, reminding you of your place beneath her. A choked cry fell off of your lips when she held you down firmly this time, the length of her favored strap deep within your throat, so deep that the faintest bulge was visible and unable to help herself, Natasha relinquished her grip on your hair, one hand cupping your cheek, while the other traveled down to your throat, squeezing just tightly enough to feel your muscles contracting beneath her touch, trying desperately to avoid gagging anymore than you already had. You’d be sore tomorrow, but for now, the pain was blissfully pleasurable.

“So pretty with my strap deep in your little mouth.” She mused softly beneath the delicate glow of daylight; the first time she’d spoken to you since earlier that morning when she’d asked if you wanted a taste of her coffee, a new creamer swirled into the caffeinated beverage that admittedly made it more pleasurable to drink, although you still wouldn’t jump at the chance to have one of your own, stealing sips of hers was more than enough. “Is this all I needed to do to shut you up? Just needed to get you on your knees for me, puppy?” She laughed tauntingly, and your eyes pinched shut when the hand laid softly against your cheek became tellingly firm. Within seconds the blow you anticipated arrived, sparking hot pleasure against your skin that traveled down to your untouched core, only spiraling that coil deep within your belly even tighter.

Desperately you ground your hips against nothing, tears spilling down your cheeks as you blubbered and writhed within Natasha’s cruel grip. She laughed menacingly, a faux gleam of sympathy twinging her features, which only made you cry harder. Her hands returned to your hair, pulling you off her strap entirely this time, allowing you the faintest second of total relief before she was dragging the strap against your lips, its sodden entity drenched in a tempting concoction of saliva, tears, and sweet arousal. She slapped it against your open lips teasingly, laughing at the wet sounds that filled the air and mixed with your whines and cries of desperation. There would be no relief in your future, but you remained unaware of that as you shifted against jagged concrete warm from the kiss of sunlight, wincing at the sting that nipped at your knees and shins achingly.

“The only thing that would make this better is if that little ass was filled with a pretty plug. Tell me puppy, did you think to put one in before you came waltzing out here like a little slut?” Natasha cooed, a stark contrast to the cruelty that laced her prior actions. A soft pout adorned your lips at the mention of your plug collection upstairs, and you shifted on the concrete as you felt that twinge of emptiness in your puckered hole. It wasn’t often you played this way without one deep within you, pressing at your walls and creating a desperate ache in your core, but now it was void, a reminder of how you failed to prepare if Wanda or Natasha weren’t there to talk you through the motions, to bend you over, lather your ass with lube and talk you through the initial sting of metal stretching you open. You were so incomplete without them, so dumb and eager. You needed them, and they knew it. “Thought you could be a big girl, huh? You thought you didn’t need your Daddy telling you what to do? Guiding you through it? How stupid. Look at you now, puppy. On your knees, at my mercy, covered in drool and tears. Don’t worry, you’ll be okay, you just have to make me cum first.”

A soft whine fell into the air as you dared to lean forward on your own accord, your tongue poking out from between abused pink lips, tracing a tender line against the strap that filled your cunt so addictively well, and yet hadn’t even prodded against it since being freed from the confines of Natasha’s athleisure shorts. From the shaft to the tip, you caressed the toy with your tongue, hoping that it would soothe the cruel anger building in Natasha’s belly, but it only drove her further to the brink of harshness, and without warning, she pried your lips open with a harsh grip on your cheeks and forced her length into your mouth again, this time not wasting time with soft teasing and languish thursting. She fucked your throat with power, slamming her hips upward until she could feel the base of the strap pressing into her clit with a delicious power. She’d been prolonging the inevitable. She’d been holding out on her own release in favor of driving you mad, but her patience had snapped, and no longer was she interested in the long game she’d set out to play.

Low curses and desperate groans fell off of her lips as she forced your head down, pushing deeper and deeper into your throat until that coil felt taut enough to snap at a harsh gust of wind. “So fucking desperate, sucking me off where anyone can see. You’re my little whore, aren’t you puppy? My little whore to use whenever I please?” You could only moan around her strap, the vibrations not doing much to spur on her pleasure, but the simple sight of you so drunk on her was enough to send her over the edge, the arousal that coated the strap previously welcoming a new moisture as her walls fluttered around nothing and her pebbled bud of delicate nerves ground harder into the base of the toy that was kept in place by thin straps sodden with sweat. “Fuck.” She groaned, throwing her head back as her grip loosened, an orgasm tearing through her core as her hips bucked wildly. “Good baby, so good for me.”

You whined at the gentle praise, slowly pulling your mouth away from the strap, lifting it up with shaking hands to get a glimpse at her sodden cunt, puffy and red from hours of foreplay that had her mind whirling with desperation. Your tongue, sore and abused, swept through her folds tenderly, collecting wetness that coated your tongue with a heavenly thickness. You hadn’t noticed that the sliding doors had opened again, hadn’t noticed that Natasha’s hands fought tirelessly to pull you away from her oversensitive core, too distracted by the pleasure of finally having control over your movements as you sought to rip another orgasm from Natasha, your brain a jumbled mess of desperation to bring her nothing but world shattering pleasure.

Desperately your hips ground against nothing, your clit pulsating against the fabric of your skimpy bikini that was sodden with arousal that would remain untouched until the next day when Wanda took you earnestly on the kitchen counter. Your fingers slipped into Natasha easily, and the woman didn’t have the energy to protest anymore, dropping her hands at her sides as she relinquished to the pleasure you ripped from her body. Only when you attempted to pull another, a third, from her overtired body, did you realize that at some point, Wanda had returned home.

“Hey, hey. That’s enough, malyshka. That’s enough.” Her voice was soft, albeit firm as it fell over top of you beneath the sharp beams of sunlight that had twinged your back a delicious shade of pink. Her hands covered in layers of paint pulled you back into her chest, her body sinking into the concrete as she collected you into her arms, able to see the daze of submission from across the backyard without even meeting your eye. “Give Daddy a break, baby. Daddy needs a break. You did so good, so good, my angel. Was Daddy a little too rough with you, hm? Did she break that pretty little brain? So desperate to please, so eager to be good. You’re just my little baby, aren’t you? You’re good, so good, but you need to give Daddy a break.”

You melted into Wanda’s chest, soft gaze shifting from Natasha who laid on the lounge chair heaving for breath, over to Wanda who smiled softly down at you with emerald eyes that glimmered with affection like a million tiny rhinestones. Your eyes were glazed over, sparkling beneath the sunshine, and softly, you pulled her hand between your legs, a whine filling the air as you ground against her fingers, your core sticky and hot beneath bikini bottoms. She tutted regretfully, although she wasn’t really sorry, and pulled her hand back, allowing her moisture-sodden fingers to gleam beneath daylight before she brought them to your lips. “No baby, no cumming today.” She hummed, well aware of what Natasha’s intentions had been, even if your impatience had derailed the majority of her plans. You were truly stupid if you thought that Natasha hadn’t filled her in on her game plan for the day the second she had constructed it over breakfast, but with your brain a melted puddle of submission, Wanda didn’t fault your eagerness.

A cry fell into the air as you kicked your legs petulantly, looking up at your Mommy with a desperate gleam in your eyes, her fingers still caught between your lips as you sucked them clean of the ropey evidence of your arousal. “None of that. You were such a good girl, so good. Why don’t we get you both inside, hm? Get some aloe on your back, clean up those pretty little knees, get some tea for your throat, hm? How about you let Mommy take care of you?”

“Mommy.” You mumbled softly, nuzzling into her neck, taking in the lingering scent of her perfume that had become mixed with the odor of paint.

“Yeah, Mommy’s here, malyshka. Mommy’s right here.” She cooed, softly pulling her fingers out of your mouth, needing them back if she was ever going to get you inside and away from the sun that had scorched tan lines into your skin. She eased your whines of protest with a chaste kiss that effectively distracted you from the loss of weight against your tongue. Somewhere between Wanda pulling you away from Natasha’s sensitive core and the tender kiss that melted your brain further, Natasha had caught her breath and come back to herself, and with a tender brush against your cheek alerting you of another presence, she leaned down to kiss you too the second Wanda pulled away.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you inside. Mommy will make you her special tea, and I’ll put some aloe on your back, hm?” She didn’t give you any room to protest, softly guiding you to your feet and leading you inside with a wordless display of her dominance. You followed along willingly, marveling at the sight of her simple beauty, much to her amusement.

She loved this softer side of you, adorned that she could be the one to provoke it, and even though your throat was going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow, for right now, everything was perfectly okay.

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