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daddysprincess-things · 10 months

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the right girl

pairings: dbf!andy barber x fem!reader

summary: you're stuck in a motel room with only one bed with your dad's best friend andy barber and you can't sleep because you can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to touch him... thankfully for you, andy doesn't plan on keeping his hands to himself.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), age gap (reader is late 20s/early 30s, andy is late 30s/early 40s), smut, fingering (f receiving), nipple play, edging, finger sucking, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, teasing, dirty talk, dumbification, anal play, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pet names (mostly sweetheart and honey), aftercare

word count: 8.3k

a/n: i spun the wheels from @georgiapeach30513's moodboard event and got andy barber, dark, only one bed and edging and the idea for this fic popped into my head so i figured i'd write it 🤷🏼‍♀️ it ended up not being very dark but maybe soft!dark-ish if you squint?? i also did make a full moodboard for this fic, which i'll post later or tomorrow. i haven't decided if i'm gonna turn this into a series, but i kinda wanna follow it up with some smutty drabbles, so if anyone has anything they'd like to see with these two, my inbox is open 😁 otherwise, please enjoy!!

“You’re squirming a lot over there, sweetheart,” Andy Barber said, his voice low and deep, raspy with almost-sleep as it floated to you from the other side of the bed in the dark motel room. There was a pillow separating your body from your dad’s best friend, but it apparently wasn’t going to save him from all your sleepless tossing and turning. It had been meant to stop you from thinking about him, so close but so untouchable, but it hadn’t saved you either.

Guilt and a little bit of shame slithered down into your gut as you whispered a soft, “Sorry, Mr. Barber.” Andy was a kind, steady man, and you felt awful for keeping him awake, especially when the reason was your tiny little crush on your dad’s friend. And the the big, overwhelming thoughts about what he was hiding beneath the lounge pants he’d worn to bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about reaching over the pillow and sliding your hand beneath the waist of his pants, feeling him in your hand.

Blowing out a quiet, frustrated breath, you rolled onto your back as silently as possible and stayed as still as you could, only your chest rising and falling as you stared up at the ceiling.

You’d known Andy Barber for a number of years, and through almost all of that time, you’d thought of him as nothing more than a polite, decent, almost boring, man. He was a well-respected lawyer your dad had met shortly after you’d graduated from college when he’d needed help with some legal matters. You didn’t know what they were exactly, you’d been wrapped up in your first job out of school—it had been a long, arduous process to find work in your field and you were focused on impressing your colleagues. But you knew your dad had gotten close with Andy because your parents had started inviting him to all their summer barbecues and their yearly holiday party, where you’d met him.

You didn’t know much about Andy besides the fact that he was a lawyer and he was single. At almost every party, you overheard one of your dad’s other friends ask him when he was going to settle down, get a wife and have a kid. You’d hear Andy laugh affably, a charming smile gracing his bearded face as he’d say, “I’m just waiting for the right girl.”

You’d never given much thought to who that girl might be, but as you lay in bed beside Andy, a pillow separating your bodies, you found yourself jealous of her. She wouldn’t need any kind of barrier between her and Andy’s big, strong body. She wouldn’t have any reasons not to cuddle up to the broad-shouldered lawyer and press her face into his neck, feeling the soft rasp of his beard against her cheek. Your body burned with jealousy over a completely fictional woman, which only made you feel worse.

The only thing that stopped you from wishing any ill will against Andy’s future wife was the knowledge that sometimes you’d catch him looking at you across your parents backyard or their living room. His blue eyes would be darkened, an intensity to them that would always make you squirm a little, though not unpleasantly. There’d be a look in his gaze, something that made your heart pang with yearning. But then the look would vanish and Andy would give you a friendly, benign smile and nod his head before looking away, making you question whether the look had ever been there at all.

You’d known since you met him that Andy Barber was attractive. With his brown hair swept back from his handsome face, neatly trimmed beard bracketing soft lips and those brilliant blue eyes, Andy was one of the hottest men you’d ever met. Even if he was your dad’s best friend. But he made it easy to never think of him as anything other than Mr. Barber. He’d never made you feel uncomfortable or given you too much attention. He’d greet you with a kind smile and make small talk, ask you about your job and, later, your career.

Maybe, if you were honest with yourself, you’d had a tiny little crush on Andy for a long while, though you couldn’t say when it had formed. You’d always ignored it, told yourself he was a boring, older man. You couldn’t possibly be interested in a man who hung around your dad, talking about their work and golf and other boring things. You couldn’t possibly be interested in a man who was so much older than you, even if he was at least a decade younger than your dad.

You’d done a good job of ignoring that tiny little crush, but then you’d gotten into Andy’s car earlier that evening, and everything had changed for you. It was the first time you’d ever spent any time alone with Andy Barber, and you got to see him outside of one of your parents parties, away from your dad and the golf talk. It had changed the way you saw him, turning him into a man who made you squirm and have dirty thoughts while you were meant to be falling asleep.

Your parents were staying for the month of August at their shore house like they did every summer, and they’d insisted you take a week vacation to visit them. Normally, you’d rent a car and drive down from the city, but you had to work late that evening and your mother didn’t want you driving alone after dark. It just so happened that Andy, who also had an apartment in the city, had been invited as well, and your father coordinated with him to pick you up from your place so you could drive down together.

Once Andy had helped load your bags into his car, he held the passenger door open for you, closing it softly after you’d settled into the seat. You couldn’t help but admire him as he walked around the front of the car, his white button down shirt was open at the collar, showing off just a peak at some chest hair, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, revealing his strong, tanned forearms. You didn’t know what it was about men’s forearms, but just the sight of Andy’s made a gentle warmth bloom in your core. It only worsened when he slid into the car and his cologne surrounded you, blanketing you in his scent, warm amber and something spicy.

Already flustered by the overwhelming urge to crawl across the car and curl up in Andy’s lap, you pulled out your phone and texted a friend about plans when you were back in the city. You hoped Andy wouldn’t notice your awkwardness, and he didn’t seem to as he pulled into traffic, maneuvering the car through the narrow Brooklyn streets near your apartment. But then he cleared his throat and got your attention.

“Ah, I have one rule in the car,” Andy said, dragging your attention from your screen. You glanced up at him and found him cutting quick looks at you out of the corner of his eye, an apologetic half-smile on his face. “No phones, please, sweetheart—makes me feel like a chauffeur.”

Your face warmed at the nickname, even though you were certain Andy didn’t mean anything by it, and stowed your phone away. “Sorry, Mr. Barber,” you murmured, then asked him about his day.

With nothing else to look at, your eyes kept drifting back to Andy, cataloguing things about the man you hadn’t allowed yourself to notice before, like the way his big hands gripped the steering wheel, the muscles in his forearms shifting as he turned. The heat in your center slowly grew as you watched Andy, asking questions as he told you stories about the law firm where he worked. Alone in the car together, you could pretend you and Andy were just two adults who were friendly—there was no reason you couldn’t look at him and wonder it’d be like to touch him, to feel his hands on your body.

Not long after you’d left the city, you began to fantasize about Andy stopping the car suddenly, certain his arm would reach out and brace across your front to keep you pinned safely to your seat. You imagined his big hand falling to your leg, the warmth of his hand resting on your thigh just beneath the hem of your shorts. Your fantasies had you squirming slightly in your seat, even as you tried to remain unaffected by Andy’s presence, his charming smiles sending your heart fluttering. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice, and just kept you engaged in conversation, turning it to your day and your job.

It had already been pretty late when Andy picked you up, and you’d only been on the road an hour when he’d started yawning. He’d suggested stopping at a motel for the night, and you’d agreed, knowing your parents were rather you were both safe than trying to drive while tired. Since it was summer and you were on a well-known route to the shore, it took a little while to find a place with any vacancies, which was how you’d ended up in a single motel room that had only one bed.

“What’s keeping you awake?” Andy asked, after you were both silent for a few moments, drawing you out of your thoughts. His voice was rumbling and deep, making you want to squirm some more, and press your thighs together against the dull ache between your thighs. But you didn’t move, only stayed on your back and kept your eyes on the popcorn ceiling of the motel room.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, a hint of a whine in your tone. You hoped you didn’t sound as guilty for lying as you thought you did. “I just can’t sleep.” Even in the dark, you could hear the pout in your voice and you mentally slapped yourself for sounding just a little bit flirty. The freedom of the car was gone and the knowledge of who exactly Andy was to you weighed heavily even though you couldn’t turn off the fantasies of touching him. You reminded yourself Andy was your dad’s best friend and you couldn’t flirt with him, no matter how hot you thought he was.

With a heavy sigh, Andy pushed himself up until he was leaning against the backboard of the bed. You turned your head to look at him, your gaze catching on the way his t-shirt was rumpled around his chest and biceps. It looked so soft, you wanted to lay your head on his chest and curl around his body. You looked away quickly, afraid he’d see the desire on your face in the soft light filtering in through the large window next to the motel room door.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” Andy murmured, scooping you up from your side of the bed and hauling you across the pillow divider. The sheets twisted around your feet as Andy set you between his legs, his thick thighs bracketing your ass while he urged you to lean back on his chest, your ass on his lap. Your mind short-circuited at the knowledge Andy was touching you, and you let him gently manhandle you into settling against his body.

With the blankets pushed down around your legs, you realized how underdressed you were compared to Andy. You hadn’t expected to be sharing a bed with anyone when you’d packed them, so you were wearing only some skimpy shorts and a matching cropped tank top. Your nipples were pebbled beneath your top, and you weren’t sure if it was the air conditioner in the room or your desire, but you crossed your arms loosely over your chest, trying to hide your body’s reaction anyway.

“What’re you doing, Mr. Barber?” you asked in a whisper, a little bit of teasing in your tone. You wanted so badly to squirm in his lap and feel if he would respond to you, but you weren’t sure if he’d be OK with that. You still thought he probably wasn’t making a move, no matter that him pulling you into his lap in the middle of the night might be a little inappropriate.

Andy’s hands stroked down over your arms, skimming along your hips and over the tops of your thighs. You sucked in a breath when his warm palms came into contact with your bare skin, enjoying the feel far too much. “Just trying to help you relax, sweetheart,” he said innocently, his hands moving back up your body, his touch a little firmer. When he got to your upper arms, he skimmed one hand up to the front of your throat and tipped your chin back so your head rested against his shoulder. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart—can you relax?” His hands stroked back down your body, lightly massaging your muscles.

You let out a soft contented sigh as you calmed little by little. “I think I can do that,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. With the air conditioner running, you weren’t sure how Andy heard you, but you knew he did because a pleased hum rumbled in his chest. His hands felt so good on your body, you didn’t think to question whether what he was doing was appropriate from someone who was your dad’s best friend.

“It’s been a while since you’ve had a boyfriend, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Andy asked in a low, quiet voice, his lips next to your ear. His hands were touching you more firmly, almost groping as they stroked over your arms and legs, venturing to your hips and waist. His palm slid over your stomach in a way that had you letting out a shuddering sigh.

You were so lulled by his hands, and the heat they were stirring in your core, that it took you a moment to catch up with Andy’s change of subject. “Y-yeah,” you answered on a soft, breathy whisper. It was the first time Andy had ever asked you about your love life, and you were a little surprised he seemed to know you’d dated at all. But he was right, it had been a long while. “Not for a couple years,” you said.

“Oh, honey,” Andy murmured sympathetically. His beard rasped over the skin of your cheek as he nuzzled the side of your face. You shivered in his arms and another pleased sound rumbled in his chest. “That’s too long for a pretty girl like you to go without a boyfriend,” he said in your ear, the words sinking into your mind. “You need a man in your life to take care of you.”

Andy’s touch was getting firmer, his hands groping your soft flesh in an almost possessive manner, which was having an effect on your body. The heat in your core was burning hotter, and you could feel yourself starting to get wet. You knew you’d crossed a line with Andy, though you couldn’t be certain exactly when it had happened. Especially when you were trying to focus on the conversation he insisted on having.

“I can take care of myself,” you said as indignantly as you could manage, thinking Andy was talking about your financial security. You couldn’t fathom a double meaning to his words in that moment, not when your focus was split by the trickle of your arousal sliding down your slit, making you squirm on Andy’s lap. You bit back a gasp when you felt his cock twitch against your ass.

“Mm, I know, honey, I know,” Andy rumbled, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs, over your hips and belly. His thumbs dragged closer to your center, but didn’t touch you there yet. “You’re a strong, independent woman,” he said, his voice warm like he appreciated those qualities in you. You sighed happily at his praise and turned your face to hide a dreamy smile against his neck “You’ve always been so impressive, sweetheart.” He brushed a kiss to your cheek, tickling you with his beard and making you giggle softly.

You were so wrapped up in Andy’s praise, you barely noticed him moving your legs, lifting first one, then the other, on top of his. Your thighs spread a little, which felt dirty enough while you were sat in the lap of the older man, but then Andy began to slide his legs out, pulling you open wider. You were so pliant and turned on, you were little more than a limp, needy mess on Andy’s lap, and all you could do was watch while he spread you open for him, his hands never ceasing to stroke and caress your thighs.

Your skimpy little shorts had ridden up, the center hugging your mound and pressing your panties against your wet slit. You were a little stunned at how fast—how easily Andy had gone from seeming like a respectable man who’d never make a move on you, to the man who now held you open for him. Your lulled mind was struggling to catch up, but with Andy’s fingers stroking closer and closer to your dripping center, you had no desire to protest what he was doing to you.

“If it’s been years since you’ve had a boyfriend, I bet your sweet cunt is feeling a little neglected,” Andy said, his voice deep and dark, a hunger lacing his tone you’d never heard before—but you liked it. His hands stopped on your upper thighs, his thumbs tracing along the edge of your shorts, digging into the creases where your thighs met your core. “That’s why you were squirming so much, isn’t it, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice rumbling in your ear. “Your needy pussy wouldn’t let you sleep when you were laying so close to a man you knew would take good care of you, isn’t that right?”

Your head was spinning as you tried to reconcile the friendly, charming and affable Andy Barber with the man at your back who spoke such filthy words. You never would’ve suspected the upstanding lawyer could ask you such a dirty question, but you couldn’t deny how much it turned you on. You’d been so restless and needy it had kept Andy awake—and instead of getting angry, he seemed more than happy to take care of you. The only thing you could think to do was repay him with honesty.

“Oh god, yes,” you said on a gasp. Your hips jerked as his fingers continued to tease you, sweeping just beneath the edge of your shorts, but not moving close enough to touch you where you needed him. They pressed just a tiny bit closer and you writhed against his hardening cock. “Yes, Mr. Barber,” you cried softly.

“Don’t need to be so formal when you’re squirming on my lap, sweetheart," Andy murmured in your ear, laughter in his tone. You could feel the corner of his smile against your cheek, which only drove you wilder. His thumbs swept closer to your aching slit, digging beneath your panties and shorts. But he got your full attention with his next words. “I’d rather you call me daddy.”

That word sent a lightning bolt of arousal through your body, leaving scorching desire in its wake. You reached your hands up and dug them into Andy’s hair, your back arching as you put yourself even more on display for the filthy older man who had you soaking and ready to beg for him.

“Daddy,” you gasped, trying out the word. You loved the way it felt on your tongue, how perfect it felt to call Andy that. You tilted your head back, getting your mouth as close to his ear as you could manage while you whined and writhed in his lap, feeling his cock twitch and harden further against your ass. “Daddy, please!”

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re so needy, honey,” Andy cooed, his tone dripping with teasing chastisement. “Were you laying over there imagining this? Imagining me touching you? Tell daddy, and I’ll pet this pretty little clit of yours,” he urged in a soft, almost hypnotic voice, his finger teasing around your aching bundle of nerves without touching it.

“No, daddy,” you whimpered, starting to tremble with need. You weren’t protesting, but answering his question. Even still, Andy paused his hands, his breath rasping harshly in your ear while he waited for you to give him some kind of sign you still wanted him to touch you.

For a brief time, you both hung there, suspended in the moment. Your fingers clung to the back of Andy’s head, playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck. You couldn’t get over the sight of his hands on your body, the sheets of the motel bed rumpled around your spread legs and the soft neon light from outside filtering in through the blinds on the window. It looked so perfectly debauched, and you so desperately wanted more—wanted him to touch you properly. So you answered him properly, admitting to your dirty fantasies.

“I was thinking about touching you,” you confessed in a hushed whisper, your words spilling into the imperfect darkness of the motel room. Andy let out a harsh breath of relief, but you went on. “About curling up against you and letting my hand reach into your pants,” you broke off on a gasp when Andy’s finger lightly flicked over your clit. It sent an electric shot of pleasure straight to your core, and you could feel yourself leaking more, your arousal trailing down to your puckered hole. You went on, hoping he’d continue to touch you if you did. “I couldn’t stop thinking about feeling you, daddy,” you said in a rush, “About taking you in my hand and stroking you.”

“That’s my girl,” Andy rumbled, affection in his tone. The tip of his finger teased your clit with light touches, never giving you the firm stroking you so badly needed. “You’re a precious, obedient little slut who needs daddy to take care of her, isn’t that right, honey?” Andy asked, his fingers swiping through your folds and spreading your wetness around, making a mess of you. You nodded in answer to his question, and he went on. “I always knew there was a perfect little slut hiding under all your good girl sweetness,” he murmured in your ear. “Knew you’d be wet and willing for me if I just got my hands on your sweet little cunt.”

Your head spun even more at the implication of his words, that he’d been thinking about touching you a lot longer than you’d allowed yourself to think about touching him. The realization only made you hotter. “H-how long,” you started to ask, needing to stop and swallow against your dry throat. You were gasping for air while he ruthlessly teased your clit with gentle flicks, but you pushed the words past your parted lips. “How long have you thought about touching me?” you asked breathlessly. “How long have you wanted to to turn your best friend’s daughter into a writhing, desperate little slut?”

Andy sucked in a harsh breath, like he hadn’t expected you to ask him such a dirty question. His free hand came up to your face and he turned you to look at him. A breath caught in your throat at the sight of his handsome face so unraveled with hunger—all for you.

Andy’s eyes raked over your expression, like he was searching for something. You let him see how much you wanted him, how depthless your own hunger was for him and his touch. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and you only had a brief moment to appreciate it before he was ducking down, capturing your lips in a kiss.

Fireworks exploded behind your eyes at the first brush of his lips, and again when he pressed his mouth more firmly against yours. You sighed contentedly at the soft firmness of his kiss, giving Andy the room to deepen it, sliding his tongue between your lips and taking possession of your mouth. He kissed you harder, like he wanted to fuse his body to yours at the mouth, and you returned his fervor. Your nails raked through Andy’s beard, scratching lightly at the skin beneath and dragging a happy groan from him.

When Andy finally pulled away, he was breathing heavy, his forehead pressed to yours as you both caught your breath. A smile danced on your lips and he gave you one last searing kiss, swallowing your surprised gasp and kissing you until you were dazed from the feel of him.

“Christ,” Andy rasped once he’d pressed a final kiss to your lips. “Too fucking long,” he said, picking up the conversation where you’d left off. At the same moment, he pinched your clit between two fingers, making you shout, your body jerking hard enough he had to clamp his other arm around your waist to keep you on his lap. He held you pinned to him so his fingers could continue their exploration of your pussy. “You were only a couple of years out of college when I first thought about touching you like this,” Andy confessed, pressing one of his thick fingers into your pussy. He pushed inside you so slowly, your breath burned in your lungs from holding it. “You wore that sweet little sundress to your parents’ Memorial Day barbecue, the one with the daisies on it.”

His finger was buried inside you to the knuckle and it took you a moment to recall the party he was talking about, but you finally did. “I remember,” you said on a gasp. It was a couple years ago, but you recalled the cotton sundress with a daisy pattern. It had been rather short, but you’d felt so pretty in it. “Didn’t know you noticed,” you said in a breathy voice.

“How could I not,” Andy rumbled, dragging his finger from your hole before plunging back inside just as slowly. “You looked like the sweetest angel in that dress, and all I wanted to do was shove my hand up your skirt and feel your soft cunt,” he went on, fucking you with his finger in torturously slow strokes that had you gasping for air. “I couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over, pushing your dress up and burying my cock in your tight, warm hole.”

“I had no idea you thought about me like that,” you admitted, watching Andy’s big hand move beneath your shorts. It was such an erotic sight, you could feel yourself getting wetter just from looking at it. Andy used your added arousal to slide his finger in and out of you.

“Of course you didn’t, sweetheart,” Andy murmured, adding a second finger to your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure when he pushed both deep inside you, spreading them in your tight hole to stretch you. “Couldn’t have your father knowing I was thinking about his daughter like that,” he said distractedly, almost like he was talking to himself. “Couldn’t let anyone know that the whole time I was at those parties, I was thinking about all ways I wanted to fuck you.”

“Tell me,” you pleaded on a sharp inhale, turning your head slightly so you could catch Andy’s eye. His gaze was darkened and hungry and it made your stomach bottom out even as you gushed harder around his fingers. “Tell me what you thought about doing to me, please, daddy,” you begged in your sweetest voice.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Andy bit out through clenched teeth, closing his eyes briefly as his fingers stilled inside you.

He took a deep breath as if collecting himself, and when he opened his eyes again, they were fathomless pits of desire. His mouth was pressed into a determined line as he added a third finger to your pussy, fucking you slowly while you gasped and squirmed on his lap, your hips canting to give him a better angle.

“One time when you were eating an ice pop at one of those barbecues, all I could think about was pushing you to your knees in the grass and shoving my cock in your mouth,” Andy admitted, his fingerfucking picking up the pace gradually as he spoke, like he couldn’t help himself. “I wanted to see you lick and suck on my cock the same way you did that popsicle.”

You didn’t remember the exact party he was talking about, but it was easy to imagine the scenario he conjured. You pictured yourself on your knees in front of Andy and you wanted it desperately—you wanted to taste him so badly, drool began to pool in your mouth. But, instead of voicing your need, all you could manage was a gasp and a moan, mumbling, “Oh god, daddy,” as he fucked you with his thick fingers.

“And then there was that time your friend tickled you at a Christmas party and you squealed,” Andy went on, blowing out a harsh breath after that last word. “Jesus, fuck, it got me so hard,” he confessed, his fingers driving into you harder. When he stopped speaking for a moment, you could hear the light smacking of his palm against your soaking wet folds, which dragged a filthy moan from your lips. “I knew you’d squeal exactly like that if I pushed into your ass and stretched you out on my fat cock.” He punctuated his point by spreading his fingers as much as he was able, stretching your pussy and making you cry out, your hips jerking from the ruthless pleasure he delivered.

The relentless drive Andy’s fingers in your pussy and his filthy words had you fast approaching your release. “Daddy,” you cried on a gasp, your hips rocking against his thrusting hand. “Daddy, I’m gonna come.” You tilted your head back against Andy’s shoulder, one of your hands dug into his hair while the other gripped the arm he still had banded around your chest. You needed something to hold on to while he drove your pleasure higher and higher.

But before you could tip over the edge, Andy wrenched his hand out of your shorts, his fingers leaving you wet and wanting. You could feel your pussy fluttering from your almost release, your clit throbbing angrily. “Daddy,” you wailed. A frustrated sob fell from your lips, but Andy was quick to shove his soaked fingers between your lips, making you taste your arousal on his skin.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Andy murmured in your ear, rubbing his fingers on your tongue. It made your head go fuzzy as you tasted your own muskiness. “Daddy’s gonna edge you until you’re all drippy and braindead,” he said and you could hear the grin in his tone, like he knew he was going to enjoy himself. “Gonna turn you into my own perfect little fucktoy.”

You moaned around Andy’s fingers, your hands circling his wrist and holding on while you sucked them clean of your wetness. Your body had relaxed from the edge of your release, and you’d started feeling warm and floaty. Andy’s other hand pushed your tank top up and he began groping your tits, plucking at your nipples and swirling his thumb around the tight peaks, making you whimper while you sucked on his fingers.

When Andy was sure you’d sufficiently cleaned him, he pulled his fingers from your mouth with a slight popping sound. A little bit of drool dribbled down your chin but you couldn’t be bothered by it, melting into Andy’s arms as he played with your tits. “Feels so good, daddy,” you murmured softly.

“That’s it, honey, let daddy take care of you,” Andy said, guiding you to sit up so he could pull your top off. Then he pushed your shorts and panties down your thighs and helped you out of them. He gently manhandled you back into position, with your back against his chest, your legs splayed over his and your ass resting on his hard cock. He hooked his feet around your ankles, keeping you spread wide open for him. “Just let daddy make you feel good.”

His hands began stroking your body again, this time skin to skin everywhere, and you relaxed even further, your mind drifting in a haze of pleasure while he murmured praises about your body in your ear. “Such pretty tits, honey, so soft and perfect,” he said in your ear. His groping hands were possessive when they felt up your thighs and hips, his voice low on a groan as he said, “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart, could touch you all fucking day.”

Andy eventually worked his hands back to your pussy and he slid his fingers through your drenched folds. He worked you up again and again, edging you two or three more times, enough that you lost count. Every time he’d fuck your pussy with his fingers, bring you to the edge of your release. When you were crying and begging him to let you come, he’d move his hands away and leave you wanting. He’d shove his fingers in your mouth for you to clean while your body relaxed away from the edge. It was glorious torture, and by the time you’d lost count, your mind felt floaty and far away, only Andy’s hold on your body keeping you tethered to the earth.

“Daddy-daddy, please, wan’ come,” you babbled, head lolling back against Andy’s shoulder as your chest heaved. You were covered in a light sheen of sweat and you were so slick between your thighs you had no doubt you’d soaked the front of Andy’s pants beneath you. His cock was hard and twitching against your plush ass and you wanted so badly to feel him slide his thick length inside your grasping hole. You wanted so badly to come.

But Andy only chuckled. “One more,” he murmured in your ear as his fingers teased through your soaking folds, gathering your wetness and dragging it down to your puckered hole. He pressed a fingertip to your rosebud and gently pushed inside, making you cry out and tense. Andy soothed you with his soft, shushing words. “Let daddy in, sweetheart,” he murmured in a sweet rumble that sent a new wave of warmth spreading through you. “Just wanna play with your pretty little hole, honey, I promise I won’t give you more than you can take.”

His words made you smile and you relaxed for him. Andy pushed again and was able to sink his finger all the way into your ass, opening your tight hole for him. When he was buried inside to the knuckle, he let out a sharp exhale. “Can’t wait to fuck you here, honey,” Andy rasped in your ear. You could hear a smile in his tone and it made you grin dazedly. You wanted to make him happy. “You’re so fucking tight, it’s gonna feel like you’re choking my dick.”

“Daddy,” you whined. It was on the tip of your tongue to beg him to fuck your ass in that moment, but at the last second, some sense returned to you. You’d never been fucked there before and you knew it would take time to prepare you for Andy’s cock. You whimpered at the thought of taking Andy’s thick cock stretching you out when his single finger already felt so big back there.

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make it feel good for you, too,” Andy promised, accurately interpreting your whimper. He dragged his finger almost all the way out of your ass before sliding inside again. It was such a weird sensation, but you didn’t dislike it. “When I’m done with you, you’re gonna love feeling daddy fuck your ass, sweetheart,” the older man murmured in your ear, making you shiver with desire.

“Yes, daddy,” you agreed, the words dissolving on a loud moan.

Andy fucked your ass with his finger, his thumb reaching up and rubbing your clit lightly, circling around the puffy nub. He brought you to the edge again like that, without even penetrating your pussy, but it fluttered all the same, begging to be filled. When you gasped that you were “gon’ cum, daddy,” Andy pulled away again. He pushed his thumb into your mouth and had you clean off your juices.

You busied yourself sucking on Andy’s thumb while he removed his finger from your ass, careful not to make you come with the stimulation. When Andy pulled his thumb from your mouth, he murmured in your ear. “Did you like that, honey?” he asked in a low, gravelly voice. “Like feeling daddy’s finger in your ass?”

“Yes, daddy,” you answered sweetly, a dreamy smile on your face. You were floating in a haze of pleasure, but you knew what you were saying and you meant it, you really did like the feeling of Andy fingering your ass. “Love feeling you play with my holes, daddy—daddy’s holes.” You giggled, not even knowing what was so funny, but it felt right.

“That’s right, honey, daddy’s holes,” he said, smiling and brushing a kiss to your cheek. His hands were soothing over your body again while you settled. Then he flipped you over onto your front, the pillow you’d shoved between your bodies all those hours ago wedged beneath your hips. “Gimme a second, sweetheart, just stay there,” Andy murmured, dropping a kiss to your head before he got off the bed.

You did as he said, staying right where you were with your ass up and your face pressed into the cool sheets of the bed. You felt nice and floaty and warm. There was an insistent throb between your legs that took up a lot of your focus, but you didn’t squirm or try to ease it at all. It felt good, and you liked feeling good. You liked being good for Andy. Your daddy. You giggled again, happy about the direction your night had gone.

In the bathroom of the motel room, you heard the water in the sink turn off and Andy padded back into the room. When he joined you on the bed again, you could tell he was naked, his bare skin sliding against yours as he crawled on top of you. You let out a low, ragged moan when you felt his bare cock against your ass. It turned into a whine as you tilted your hips up, offering yourself to him wordlessly.

“Mm, there’s my braindead little slut,” Andy murmured, pressing sweet, suckling kisses up your spine and across your shoulders. He settled on top of you, his chest hair brushing teasingly against your back and making you shiver. “Ready for daddy to fuck you now, honey?”

“Please, daddy,” you begged, your pussy throbbing at the thought of him sinking inside you. You tried to spread your legs, but they were stopped by Andy’s knees braced on either side of you. You squirmed, pressing your ass back against Andy’s cock. “Need you so bad!” you cried, frustration overwhelming you.

“Fuck, yes, beg for it, baby,” Andy urged. He reached between your bodies and pushed his cock between your thighs, dragging it against your soaking folds. The hard length of his thick cock bumped against your clit and you let out a high, desperate keen. “Beg for daddy’s cock to fuck your tight little cunt.”

“Please, daddy,” you begged in a sweetly whining voice. “Please fuck me, please, please, please, daddy.” You rocked your hips back on his cock, feeling the thick length against your pussy only making you drip more. It was so close, but not inside you and you were so frustrated you could cry. “Please, daddy, daddy, daddy, please!”

“Good girl,” he rasped, brushing a kiss to your temple, his beard scratching delightfully against your skin. “Such a good slut for daddy.” Andy groaned, notching the tip of his cock at your entrance. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he spoke so close, the words went directly into your brain. “Cum as much as you want, honey, don’t hold back.”

You’d barely nodded when Andy started pushing inside. He was bigger than his three fingers, so thick that the stretch burned a little, but you relished the pain-edged pleasure. It helped to clear some of the haze from your mind, allowing you to feel fully present in the moment.

Andy moved slowly as he buried himself inside you, making you feel every inch of his fat cock. He was quiet as he moved, like he was savoring the moment. But when he was almost fully sheathed inside you, he shoved in the last few inches like he couldn’t wait to be inside you any longer. The jolt of pleasure and slight sting of the stretch was enough to tip you over the edge.

You muffled a scream in the bedsheets, your fingers clinging to the soft cotton as your pussy clenched down on Andy’s cock, making him feel even bigger inside you. Your mind was blown with pleasure, the long edging session Andy put you through making your orgasm even more intense. Your vision whited out for a long moment, before you returned to yourself, swept under wave after wave of pleasure.

“Fuck, jesus christ, sweetheart, that’s it, cum on daddy’s cock,” Andy bit out through gritted teeth. His fingers were digging hard into your hips, and you relished the way it grounded you. Your body trembled as your pussy gripped his cock in a vise. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he hissed. “Fuck yes, squeeze daddy’s cock.”

Andy gave you only a short moment to come down from your high before he pulled his cock from your still fluttering channel and barreled back inside, forcing a sharp, pleasured cry from your lips. “Daddy!” you yelled, pushing back on his cock and making him grunt. You felt insatiable with need, like now that you’d had one orgasm, you were greedy for more.

“That’s it, honey, take daddy’s cock,” Andy growled, setting a brutal pace as he fucked you hard and rough. His dirty talk never ceased as he spilled filth in your ear. “Such a good fucking slut for daddy, taking my cock so well,” he murmured while he railed you, his hips slapping against your ass, his balls banging against your clit. “Knew you’d be perfect—I knew you’d be the best little fucktoy for me.”

The older man fucked you relentlessly, pounding you into the sheets of the motel bed with a ruthlessness you never would’ve suspected from the upstanding lawyer. You loved it, you couldn’t get enough of it, and you couldn’t stop yourself from egging him on. “Harder, daddy, please, fuck me harder—need you so bad daddy, please!”

“Take it, you little slut,” he growled, fucking you harder and faster, his cock barreling into your cunt with every thrust. “Take daddy’s cock like a good girl.” You shrieked as he pounded against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars, your fingers clawing at the sheets as you pushed back desperately on him, chasing your pleasure.

“You gonna come again, sweetheart?” Andy asked in a teasing, breathless voice while he fucked you mercilessly hard. “You gonna come again like a good little slut?”

Moaning and shaking and overwhelmed with pleasure, you nodded, gasping for breath so you could speak. “Almost there, daddy,” you whimpered.

“Rub your clit, honey,” Andy rasped, levering himself up. While you reached an arm underneath you and found your clit, Andy gathered the wetness from where his cock pounded into you and brought it to your rosebud. He pressed his thumb against your hole and you were so close to being undone, there was no resistance left in you. You squealed as his finger sank into your hole until it was buried to the hilt.

Between your fingers desperately rubbing your clit, Andy’s thumb in your ass and his cock pounding your pussy, it wasn’t long before you came again. It hit you like a lightning strike, and you screamed as your whole body tensed. You felt like you blacked out for a moment, coming back to yourself with a scratchy throat and a pussy throbbing with pleasure as it clenched down on Andy’s cock, squeezing him in your body’s tight grip.

“Good girl,” Andy growled as he rutted into you, chasing his own pleasure. “Good fucking girl, honey, feel so fucking good coming on my cock—so good, fuck yes,” he growled. “Take my come, sweetheart, take daddy’s come.” He barreled into you one last time, your cunt gripping his cock and dragging him deeper. He pressed as deep as he could go and then groaned loudly as he came.

You felt Andy’s cock twitch deep inside you, then his warmth filling you up and you moaned softly. After a few shallow pumps inside you, Andy collapsed on top of you, his arms braced on either side of your head holding him up enough so he didn’t crush you. Turning your face to him, you pursed your lips until he huffed a small laugh and indulged you in a kiss.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” he asked when he pulled away. He didn’t go far, though, pressing his forehead to yours.

It was your turn to laugh. “That felt fucking amazing, daddy,” you answered, raking your nails through Andy’s beard and smiling when he let out a pleased rumble. He pressed another kiss to your lips.

When you’d both caught your breath, Andy helped you up from the bed and dragged you to the bathroom so he could clean you both up. You giggled when he flicked water at you, and moaned softly when he slid a warm, damp washcloth between your thighs. He left you alone to pee, and by the time you crawled back into bed, he was stretched out. The pillow that had been between your bodies at the start of the night was shoved behind Andy’s head.

Still, you had a moment of uncertainty where you weren’t sure if he wanted you to snuggle into him. But then he turned his head to you and gave you an expectant look, reaching for you with grasping hands. “C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmured as he dragged you into his side while you laughed happily. You settled into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder and your hand playing lightly with Andy’s chest hair.

“Andy?” you asked softly after a moment, your voice quiet. You were half hoping he was already asleep, but there was a question burning inside you and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he answered it. So you supposed it was a good thing he hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

“Hmm?” he asked, skimming his palm down your forearm and up to your bicep, pulling you more on top of him.

“What’re we gonna tell my parents?” you asked. You were already dreading the conversation you knew you’d need to have if you wanted to start a real relationship with Andy. And you did—you wanted that, and you hoped he did too. “What are we gonna tell my dad?”

You didn’t notice your breaths were coming quicker and you were tensing up until Andy flipped you over onto your back. He hovered above you, his eyes shining with affection in the dim light of the motel room. His gaze raked over your face, no doubt taking in your anxious expression. He ducked down and brushed a soft kiss to your lips.

“I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart,” Andy promised when he pulled back, giving you a serious look. “That means I’m going to talk to your father, tell him how I feel about you and make sure he knows I’ll cherish you for the rest of your life.” His eyes went distant as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “I’ve had a long time to think about this, I know what to say to him—to both of your parents.”

Your eyes went wide with a little bit of shock. One part of what he’d said was rattling around your brain, unable to let you move on from in. “H-how do you feel about me?” you asked, staring up at the older man who was quickly working his way into your heart.

Andy’s gaze returned to focus on you and his expression softened. You sucked in a breath at the look of pure adoration on his face. “I feel like you’re the right girl for me, honey,” he said in a soft, genuine tone. “You’re the girl I’ve been waiting my whole life for.” A gentle smile graced his lips.

“Oh, Andy,” you said softly, grabbing his face and pulling him down for a kiss. You kissed him passionately, putting all your burgeoning feelings for him into the slide of your lips and the stroke of your tongue against his. When he finally pulled away, you were breathing heavy, and you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. “You’re the right man for me, too, you know.”

Chuckling, Andy smirked. “Oh, I know, honey,” he said, rolling onto his back again and dragging you on top of him. You shrieked in surprise and laughed. “Now get some sleep, I wanna use your pretty pussy again in the morning before we get back on the road.” He swatted your ass lightly and you giggled before settling down.

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered sweetly on a laugh, nuzzling into Andy’s neck. You felt more than heard him chuckle.

Andy wrapped his arms firmly around your waist and he brushed a kiss to your cheek. “Hush, my perfect girl,” he urged in a deep voice. “Sleep.”

Finally, blessedly, you slept. In the arms of the right man for you, content in the knowledge that you were the right girl for him.

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daddysprincess-things · 10 months

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Can you do a smut where R is teasing Natasha, like sending her sexy pics and whimper while Natasha is on a mission and when she got home she F r senselessly?

Double take

Warnings: Spanking, oral (r receiving), Strap on sex (r receiving), Dirty talk, Sending nudes, masturbating, marking, and I think that's it

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

Word count: 3k

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The desolate and poorly illuminated room persisted in its frigid state. The absence of your beloved girlfriend was palpable, leaving you in solitude once more.

As you shifted onto your side, a sudden gasp escaped your lips, echoing in the empty room. The sheets beside you were void of Natasha's presence, serving as a harsh reminder of her absence for the next five days. Though it may seem like a short duration to some, the void left by her departure was palpable, as your reliance on her was immense.

As you lay in bed, restlessly shifting from side to side, the once perfectly tucked-in sheets have now become a mess, crumpled and scattered all over. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as your mind was fixated on the thoughts of Natasha.

As you reminisce about the past, you can't help but recall the sweet words she whispered in your ear. Her assurances that you were the epitome of perfection and that she could never imagine being with anyone else send a small but genuine smile to your lips.

You longed for her presence, yearning to feel her warmth beside you once more.

As you reach out to the nightstand to grab your phone, the dimly lit room offers a sense of comfort. Your fingers feel the cool surface of your phone as your eyes struggle to adjust to the sudden flash of your lock screen. You notice a few notifications, mostly from Wanda and Carol. However, the one message you were hoping for, from Natasha, is nowhere to be seen.

As you glance at your phone, you realize that it's already 4:36 in the morning. You put it back on the nightstand and attempt to fall back asleep. However, you find yourself tossing and turning and unable to drift into slumber. With nothing else to do, you unlock your phone and peruse through your contacts. You stop at Natasha's name, contemplating whether or not to message her. You hesitate, whispering to yourself, "Should I really text her?" while gazing at her contact, unsure if you should initiate a conversation.

Your mind is filled with uncertain thoughts. However, you crave her presence so deeply, yearning for the warmth of her embrace, the comfort of her cuddles, the kisses she would give you, and the touch of her fingers...

A sudden idea strikes your mind, causing you to sit up on the bed. A small but meaningful smirk adorns your face as you ponder over the thought. You proceed to pull your shirt over your head, lost in deep contemplation. Leaving you in only a bra and panties.

Still looking over her contact, you press the screen gently. Allowing you to see the previous texts from a few days ago. Pressing the camera icon, you angle the phone so it can capture your body. Your chin was left in the fame. The camera mostly focuses on your white lace bra and white lace thong. The camera captured you sitting on your knees. One of your hands rested on your thigh while the other hand pressed the button to get the photo. After carefully examining the photo, you come to the conclusion that it could make Natasha think of you in a way that she would need you. You decide to add a heartfelt caption that reads, "Miss you so much baby <3" trying to throw her mind off guard from the photo on top of the message and confidently press the send button.

It's impressive how quickly Natasha responded to the message in just five minutes. Right now, all you can see is the three dots, which means she's working on her reply. You feel a little nervous, of course, you've shared photos like this before. Just, not while Natasha was on a mission. You honestly didn't know how she was going to react to it.

'"I'm warning you, Y/n, don't start," Natasha quickly replies to you.

Not listening to Natasha, you quickly remove your bra and take another photo to send to her. What could be se bad about it? She would probably forget what you did as soon as she came back from her mission.

You sat in the same position as in the last photo, this time you brought your hand up to one of your boobs. Groping it slightly for the photo. Looking over the photo once more, making sure that it looked good. Clicked the send button and waited for Natasha to respond again.

"Jesus, y/n. It's 5 in the morning," Natasha replied promptly to your message.

"Is there something wrong with the photo?" you texted Natasha, trying to be oblivious to the fact you were sending her pictures of you halfway naked.

"Y/n, you know that's not what I meant. I'm in a hotel room with Maria and Thor. Getting me worked up right now isn't going to make things easy for you when I get back home my sweet girl."

"Alright, I'm sorry Nat. I won't send anything else..." You texted her that response, knowing that you were still going to send her something else. I mean, you just miss her so much. Who could blame you?

Clicking the camera button once more you decide to make this one a video.

Once the red button gets smaller you start your movements. The hand that's not holding the phone travels down your body. stopping when it gets to your panties. Slowly pulling them down to your mid-thigh. Letting out a low moan when the cold air hit your cunt. Stopping for a few seconds, you turn your body over to the nightstand to turn on the lamp that stood above the piece of furniture.

Once the room was illuminated by the light, you got back to the actions. Laying down on your back and angling the camera so it could capture your pussy, leaking with your juices.

Your hand slowly circles your clit, and another moan erupts from your mouth, pretending the hand was Natasha's. "Need you so bad Nat." You moan out into the air, your hips bucking up slightly from your movements on your clit.

Your hand suddenly stops its movements. The feeling of more pleasure coursing through your body. Your middle finger runs its way down your wet folds, teasing your hole, you thrust the tip of your finger in and out of your pussy. Hisses and sighs leave your mouth. The smallest amount of pleasure felt so good in your desperate state.

You finally pushed your whole finger into your cunt. Moaning at the way it filled you up. Yet, it still wasn't enough for you. Even with the thought of Natasha fucking you roughly with her fingers. You still needed more.

Moan after moan leaves your mouth, and another finger enters your pussy, trying hard to get yourself off. Natasha had you hooked. Ever since she fucked you for the first time you haven't been able to get off on your own, always needing her help.

The two fingers move at a faster pace, trying everything that they could to make you reach the high that you needed. Your legs start to shake. An indication that you might get that release that you've been waiting on. "Fuck, Nat." You moan out. Your eyes shut tightly as the hand that once circled your clit moved up to your boob, circling your nipple.

It only took a few more minutes before your high. Your legs close around your hand and lower arm. A loud moan leaves your mouth, you almost forget about the camera that was recording you.

Once the video had come to an end, you quickly sent it over to Natasha before placing your phone down on the nearby nightstand. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tried to catch your breath, the pleasure still coursing through your veins. Even though you knew that this was a risky decision to send the video, you couldn't help but feel elated by the attention that you had received from Natasha. Of course, you were aware that you probably be punished by Natasha. but the thrill of it all made it seem worth it. Now, all you can do is wait and see how Natasha reacts to the video.

You turned off the lamp that your phone lay under and tried to get some sleep.

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Today was the day that Natasha was supposed to come home. The past five days have been nothing but torture for you. Natasha had left your last video on read, leaving multiple worries through your mind.

As you settled onto the expansive couch, the warmth of the cushions enveloped you and you felt your body relax from the stress flowing through your mind. Your favorite movie played on the screen before you, the familiar scenes bringing a slight sense of comfort. You shifted a little, glancing towards the door as you anticipated Natasha's arrival.

As you sat on the couch, lost in your thoughts, the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of keys jingling outside the front door. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that it was Natasha, who was finally back from her mission. You watched with bated breath as the door swung open, revealing Natasha standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face.

"You have anything you want to say to me y/n" Natasha asks you while she sets her keys down on an accent table you two had bought. She waited for your response while slipping off her shoes.

"'M sorry N-."

"No, I don't care. I want you on the bed Naked right now." Natasha interrupts your pleading and swiftly makes her way to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.

Upon hearing her request, you carefully make your way upstairs, taking fast steps to ensure that you do not exacerbate the situation. Once you arrive in the bedroom, you reach for the lamp and switch it on, casting a warm glow throughout the room. You hurry to take off all your clothes and lay down on the bed. Waiting for Natasha to come into the room.

A few minutes later, Natasha enters the bedroom to see your sprawled out on the bed. Even though she only said a few words it made such an impact with how you reacted and Natasha loved it.

"So obedient, why couldn't you listen to me just like this when I texted you to stop baby?"

A tiny whine left your mouth after hearing her speak to you. "Don't know." You spoke out to her which she laughed at slightly and made her way over to you, looking down at your frame with hazy eyes.

"Such a fucking slut. Sending me videos of you fingering yourself even though I said not to? How needy could you be?" Natasha spoke to you before sitting down on the bed and manhandling you to a position where you lay down on her legs.

"'M sorry Natasha, didn't mean to."

"I know, you said that Detka." She spat out to you before one of her hands made contact with your ass. A red handprint showing on the skin she slapped. A gasp left your mouth with the sudden impact. "How many do you think you deserve?" "5-?"

"Only 5? You think you only deserve 5?"

"Yes..." You whisper, out to her. You were surprised she was able to hear what came out of your mouth. A slight redness coming over your face.

"How about 10, that seems so much better. Huh?"

You didn't respond back to her, only nodding your head and placing it down on the sheets. Even if you tried to go against it, you wouldn't be able to. She had full control over you.

Natasha rubbed the skin for a few seconds before slapping your ass hard once more. A moan left your mouth as your hand grasped the sheets beneath you tightly.

Natasha's free hand was rubbing up and down your back as her other hand made multiple collisions on your now red skin.

Once Natasha was done with the assault on your backside she sat you up on her lap examining your tear-stained face. A small smile appeared on her face knowing she made you this way. She could feel the wetness pooling on her thigh, her finger trailing down to your clit, giving it a small rub. Your hips jolt at the movement and a low moan leaves your mouth. "So wet already? Did me spanking you turn you on that much?" She asked you this knowing that you wouldn't be responding back to her.

Natasha laid you down on your back as she got on her knees and removed her shirt. Your eyes stare at her frame after she takes off the piece of clothing. Her abs were on display, her plaid boxers showing a bit. She had a spider tattoo right where her v-line started. You were in a trance, not being able to look up. That was until Natasha got down on her stomach and started to kiss the inside of your thighs.

She made her way to your cunt, licking a stripe of arousal. "Taste so good baby." she said to you before going back and licking your cunt messily, her sweet praises almost made you think she wasn't mad at you anymore.

Moans drag out of your mouth one by one. A hand coming down and gripping her red hair, shoving her closer to your cunt. Your hips bucking up to her face and she immediately places her strong hand over one of your hips to keep you down. You hate to admit it but you were so close to coming in such a short time. "s-so close Nat, please" you beg out to her. Your head thrown back on the bed as Natasha switched from sucking your clit to sloppily licking your folds and fucking you with her tounge.

She quickly pulled away from your pussy after she heard you were about to cum. Her mouth and lower chin were dripping from your juices. You let a loud whine and started up at Natasha with glossy eyes, hoping it would convince her to let you cum.

"Not gonna work y/n. Should've thought about what would happen before sending me that video." She said before taking off her sweatpants. She walks away to your closet, leaving you a bit confused on why she was going in there.

Your legs close over each other, trying to get some type of pleasure while waiting on Natasha.

Natasha comes back out in the same outfit. Plaid boxers and a sports bra, yet, you noticed something different. She was packing under her boxers.

She walks back over to you and gets on top of you. Her head lowering and slowly kissing your neck, leaving marks all over that will definitely bruise up.

"N-Nat" You moan out to her.

"Shh, just let me use this pretty body baby, okay?" She tells you before sliding her boxers down. The strap popping up and hitting her stomach.

"Please need you so bad Nat." You whimper out to her, waiting for her to do something.

She quickly lines the tip of her strap up against your hole, rubbing it up and down before pushing it in. A strangled moan left your mouth as she bottomed out inside of you. "My cock feel good inside of your pretty pussy?" She asked, to which you nodded. Wrapping your legs against her waist

Natasha thrusted into you at a fast pace, her hands grasping your hips while she fucks into you. "Mm-fuck Natasha feels so good." "Like the way I fuck you? 'Wonder if your friends know that you can be such a slut for my cock." Groans left her mouth as she says your tits jumped up and down the more, she thrusted into you.

Her strap hits your g-spot with every thrust. Her eyes close as she feels the toy press on her clit, giving her a good amount of pleasure. She took one of her hands and circled your erect clit, giving you more pleasure by the moment.

"Please Natahsa, l-let me cum. Please." You moan out to her, hands grasping at her back, leaving crescent shaped scratches on her back. "F-fuck cum with me." She says to you, placing her head in the crook of your neck. Her thrust start to become inconsistent the closer she gets to her high.

A loud moan leaves your mouth as you finally release on her strap. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your mouth is wide open as you try to ride it out.

With a few more thrusts Natasha cums, a groan leaving her lips as her head is down in the pillow. Her free arm wrapping around you tightly.

"You did so good baby," Natasha tells you before climbing off your body. Her face is now red with some hair sticking to her face.

"Just so you know, I loved the video. You just can't send me that stuff when i'm on a mission, okay?' She tells you before grabbing you a shirt and underwear.

"Yeah, I know, 'just needed you so bad." You say before sitting up to look at her. You see her walking away to the bathroom with a towel, coming back a few minutes later, she helps clean you off.

Once she's done cleaning you off, she helps you into one of her Radiohead shirts. "Thank you, Nat," "You're welcome my love, no go gets some sleep." She tells you while taking off the strap and cleaning it before she slips on another pair of boxers and a sports bra.

As you drift into a peaceful slumber, you feel the comforting embrace of Natasha's arms around your body. One of her arms reaches over to switch off the lamp on the nightstand, creating a soothing ambiance in the room.

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daddysprincess-things · 10 months

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Addictive Pt. Two

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 894

Summary: Y/n is addicted to making her girlfriend moan and she’ll do anything to drag as many different kinds of moans from her as she can.

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI this fic is NOT for you. Fingering, Mommy kink, begging, subby Wanda, allusion to punishment, choking

Part One

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“No.” Wanda cries out, desperation swimming in her green eyes as she looks up at you pleadingly.

“Please, Mommy. I was good and I was so close.”

A pout falls over your lips as you look at her. Tears of pure desperation track down her cheeks and rest heavy on her lashes. Her eyes are wide, her pupils blown out. God she looks just perfect.

Unconsciously you move your hand back between her legs and begin rubbing slow circles around her puffy, abused clit.

Instinctively Wanda moves to rest her head back on your shoulder, cute little moans already slipping past her lips.

Only her pretty green eyes aren’t on you anymore and you can’t have that. Using your other hand you take her jaw in your hold and gently force her to look back at you. “Keep those big doe eyes on me, baby.” You tell the girl, moving your fingers down to dip into her soaking hole when you see her bite her lip and nod at your command.

A deep moan falls past the brunette’s lips, feeling your fingers inside her again. A quiet “mommy please” falls from her lips and you know you have her where you want her.

An idea pops into your head, making a borderline evil grin take over your face. “Mommy’s sorry for teasing you, angel.” You coo, giving her your best fake sympathy voice. “You're right, you’ve been such a good girl for me. You deserve to cum.”

Bringing your lips down to suction against her pulse point you rest the heel of hand against her bundle of nerves, allowing her to grind into it. Your other hand occupies itself by groping her chest gently, knowing exactly how to work her up.

“Agh!” Wanda cries out in pleasure, the whites of her eyes the only part visible. “Feels so- so good, Mommy.”

“I know, angel.” You sooth the girl, picking up the pace of your fingers inside her. Your gentle touches on her breast turn to rough, greedy groping, causing Wanda’s hand to fly up to her mouth in an attempt to quiet her moans and cries of pleasure.

“No, sweetheart.” You lightly scold the girl, pulling her hand away from her mouth. “Let me hear your pretty noises sweet girl.” You coo, looking into her eyes and fucking your fingers into her at a much faster rate now.

Wanda whines, balling her hands into the sheets beneath her. Her hips buck wildly into your hand, grinding her clit against the heel of your hand as she does so.

“Someone’s getting a little too excited.” You lightly mock the girl, pinching and pulling her nipple as you do. “Do I have to get the restraints baby?” You taunt the girl, feeling her clench desperately around your fingers.

“No. No.” Wanda shakes her head rapidly, determined to come. If she plays her cards just right she will, even if she has to trick you into it. Just another few thrusts and she’ll come, she’s almost there.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be good, Mommy. Please don’t stop.”

“It’s okay baby. Mommy’s not gonna stop.” You lie to her, knowing damn well that the second you feel her coming around you you’ll pull away from her.

A whimper falls past Wanda’s lips. One that tells you exactly how close to straddling the line of pain and pleasure she is. She’s quickly growing overwhelmed with the feeling of your fingers inside her.

“Mommy.” She whines, in an attempt to tell you how overwhelmed she’s becoming, following one of the boundaries you have set for yourselves.

“I know, baby. Mommy knows.” You soothe her, moving your lips down to cover over hers.

Your fingers pull out of her almost entirely, only to push back in again roughly causing the brunette to gasp into your mouth. You take the opportunity to slide your tongue into your mouth, moaning at the taste of her. Wanda greedily sucks on your tongue, using you as a distraction from the unbearable pleasure between her legs.

Your hand playing with her chest trails up to her neck, squeezing lightly. The action sends a shot of hot arousal straight to the witch’s stomach, the coil inside her tightening further.

“Mommy!” Wanda gasps, her crazed way of telling you she’s close to coming.

You smirk to yourself, burying your head into the crook of her neck. “Shh, pretty baby.”

Wanda’s thighs shake and threaten to close. “Ah, ah, angle. Keep those pretty legs open for me.”

It only takes a few more thrusts of your fingers for Wanda to fall apart. Mindlessly she grabs your wrist in her hand, holding it in place and closing her thighs around you.

She must be out of her mind with desperation to pull a stunt like that. There’s no way she would have done that if she was in her right state of mind. Nevertheless she did break one of your rules and now she has to be punished.

“Oh god, fuck.” She moans, riding out her high on your fingers.

You fuck into her faster, tightening your hold on your neck. You want her to enjoy this feeling, to prolong her high for as long as you can. To give her this last moment of pleasure. Because you know that the second she comes down you’ll torture her for hours.

ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ

A/n- I tried to post this two weeks ago and the tags messed it up, any mistakes are just being left there cause I got to frustrated with it not posting properly

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telling her she’s wayyy too sleepy to get into pajamas all by herself and then gently doing it for her while groping and squeezing her pussy, tits, and ass, listening to her tired little whimpers and moans <3

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daddysprincess-things · 11 months

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getting bent over a counter and fucked until my feet aren’t touching the ground is important bunnygirl enrichment

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daddysprincess-things · 11 months

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It's Been a Long Time

❀ WandaNat x Reader (f)

❀ Warnings: SMUT, desperate sex, separation, cannon typical violence, oral (r receiving and w receiving), shmexy toys, use of a strap-on, poly!relationship, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart), tattooed reader (just a small one on her chest), nats and Wanda's mommy milkers, overstimulation, body worship, lots of orgasms, this is just super smutty and I hope you like it lol, sadness, tears, angst, captivity (not of reader), mommy kink (not MDLG), use of a butt plug and lube, female masturbation, voyeurism(?), threesome, lots of aftercare, kisses, fluff, and goodness!

❀ Request: SMUT! smexy, depraved smut with lots of overstimulation, body worship, oral, orgasms, and toys, just allll the slutty and smutty goodness 🤤

❀ A/N: I really hope you like this one! I set it after Captain America: Civil War when Nat exposes everything about the accords and herself, and Wanda goes to the prison on the ocean thingy. So they both go home to their girlfriend who just misses them like crazy:(

When you heard the news of the Avengers getting caught, your heart broke. The two women you loved were a part of the team, and their getting caught was the first thing on your list you were worried about, besides them getting killed, of course. Natasha and Wanda had fallen for you when you approached them while they were having coffee one morning. You had noticed that Wanda had dropped her wallet, so you quickly went to return it to her.

Unbeknownst to you, that day would change the trajectory of your entire life. The two women would smother you with their eternal love for you, take care of you when you were sad, love you when you had a hard time loving yourself, and leave you alone when you wished. They understood you, knew you, and just loved you. They showed their love in different ways;

Wanda showed it through words. Telling you how beautiful you are, saying she loves you, holding your hand in public, kissing your head when you woke up every morning. Natasha, she was a little different. Being more conservative and hidden, she showed her love in smaller ways. Protective looks at someone who is looking at you, gifting you flowers she picks from the compound garden, and tickling your back during movie nights.

Unfortunately, both women knew what they signed up for when they decided to join the Avengers. They put the people of their city before themselves. It was heroic, and you loved that about them. They were admirable and inspiring. Even when Wanda made a mistake with her powers, you still loved her. Even when Natasha turned her back on you and Wanda, you still loved her the same as well.

As you were watching TV, an emergency broadcast sounded, and you watched in horror as the Avengers were seen being escorted onto a large plane, going only god knows where. Clutching the shirt-sewn pillow, you hold it close to your heart, silent tears falling down your cheeks. Wanda looked heartbroken at what was unraveling, and Natasha looked defeated as she was escorted into a police car.

You glared red-fiery bullets at Tony Stark, who stands with Vision, Spider-Man, and other people you thought were your friends. They were watching their team get captured, rendering the city in danger as the most powerful of people were locked away. Reaching for your phone, the first person you call is Wanda. No answer. Next, you call Natasha. No answer. In a fit of desperation, you call Tony.

"What the fuck did you do?? Why are you doing this??" You scream into the phone as you hear Tony's smug voice on the other side. He sighs and lets you scream at him.

"Y/n, listen to me. They are a danger to-" You didn't let him finish.

"They are your fucking team, Stark. You are more dangerous than all of them combined! They have friendships that can never be undone, promises that can't be broken, lovers-" your voice cracks and you whimper. "Fuck you, Stark. Fuck you, and fuck your so-called morals." Before he got a chance to respond, you hung up the phone.

The channel changes on its own, and you see Natasha's picture on the screen. A headline below her says, "Natalia Alianovna Romanova, the assailant behind the escape of Captain America." You shook your head, knowing they wouldn't arrest her if it was on her watch. She would be on the run, and with everyone knowing who she is, she won't be coming home to you.

Wanda, you didn't know where she went or what happened to her. You prayed and begged someone, anyone, to bring them back to you. But nothing, no matter how hard you tried, they were nowhere to be found.

It would be weeks before you showered again. You were staying up late every single night worrying, researching, and calling people, trying to find where your lovers were. You tried looking for the sightings of Natasha, but no luck. You tried finding out where Wanda was by tracking the plane number you saw on the TV. But no luck either; it was military-protected. But one day, an unknown number called you. Immediately you picked up, not caring who it was.

"Y/n? This is Rogers. I can't talk long, but Wanda and Natasha are coming home. I have them located, and they are both safe. Give them time, but soon."

You sighed in relief and responded, "Where are they? Please, I need to know; I need to know where they are!"

Steve was quiet for a second, "I'm sorry, I can't disclose that information right now. Give them a week, and they'll be home, ok?" He waited for a response, but you hung up and threw your phone to the other side of the room.

You were angry and worried about your girlfriends. Steve was a little help with the burner phone call, but it still made you infuriated that he didn't tell you where they were. You knew that he couldn't be tracked fully with a burner phone, but you didn't know what technology Stark would use to capture him again.

Just like Steve said, it would be another week before you would see them. So you cleaned yourself up a little bit. You showered, tidied your room and the rest of the apartment, and decided to cook an actual meal—a simple [enter your favorite easy meal here] dinner for you and your lovers.

That is, whenever they came back to you.

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You had got through the week Steve said they would be here, but they still did not show. Maybe they forgot about you? Maybe they didn't love you anymore. Those were the thoughts coming through your head 24/7. After the phone call with Steve, you felt something. You felt a spark of hope and were confident they were going to come home, yet they didn't.

But the day came when they finally did—the day started as every other one, in bed, unmotivated to do anything. You had gotten in the habit of staring at the picture of you, Natasha, and Wanda in central park. You were squished in between the two of them, their lips connecting to both of your cheeks as you smiled in the middle of them. It was your favorite picture of you three, as it brought back memories from the "good ole' days."

You had found that showering washed the pain away for a temporary time. The water flowed down your skin with ease and, in turn, felt like you were a new woman. Today was no different. You got in the shower, and like every other day, you continued to pray and beg anything for your lovers to come home. With every bubble that fell through the drain, you counted your wishes. It felt useless trying to hope for them to come home anymore. But you knew you had to keep trying.

After you got dressed, you went to the kitchen for some breakfast. [Enter your favorite breakfast food here] sounded amazing, and once you made it, it hit the spot. You were in your thoughts for a long time before you noticed a small knock at the door. You figured it was a package you ordered, so you answered it.

To your utter surprise, Wanda and Natasha stood right in front of you. In the flesh, alive and breathing. Wanda was in a musty blue jumpsuit, and Natasha looked like she was in hiding, her red hair growing long over her shoulders. You stared in disbelief at the two women in front of you. Not sure if they were real or not.

"I-is it you?" You whisper, tears prickling in your eyes. Wanda smiled, lifting her hand to cradle your cheek.

"It is, sweetheart. We're home." Wanda responded, a sad smile painted on her lips.

You let out a sob and wrapped your arms around the two of them. You hid your face in Natashas' chest as you pulled Wanda closer to you. "Wh-why did you leave? Why didn't y-you come home?" You whimpered, your voice muffled by the soft material of Nats' maroon shirt.

The two women looked at each other, and Natasha took the lead.

"We were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time милая (honey), and we had to go away for a little bit." She said, giving your head a soft kiss as she ran her fingers through your wet hair. You sigh in relief as you feel Wanda give you a reassuring squeeze, and you look up at her as well.

"Are you both ok? Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?" You ask quickly, pulling away and scanning the two of them, running your eyes over their body and looking at their faces to see if they wince in pain anywhere. You feel lighter as you see them shake their heads, and you grab their hands and pull them inside. Inside their home, where they belong with you.

"I saw it all happen, o-on the news… I wish I could have been there t-to help you somehow. I just f-feel like I sh-should hav-have done something." You cry, sitting down on the kitchen chair you pull from the table.

"Baby, please don't feel that way. You didn't have to do a thing. We made a sacrifice so that you would be safe. So don't you dare take the blame for any of this, do you understand?" Wanda says, kneeling in front of you and taking your hands. Her thumb rubs tender circles on the backs of your hands.

You nod in understanding and look down at your hands in sadness. "I just missed you both so much. I thought you were never coming home."

Your small voice breaks their hearts, and Wanda cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. Gratefully and happily, you return the kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck to bring her closer to you. Natasha kneels next to Wanda, and after pulling away from Wanda, you lean over to the redhead, kissing her lips with just as much passion. "My god, I missed you both so much. I was going insane without you two here."

They both smile from below you, and each takes your hand in theirs. "We've missed our baby, and I think we all need a bit of relief from our time away…." Natasha smirks at you and Wanda, and in sync, you both nod. Understanding what she is saying in an instant.

They pulled you to the bedroom, their eyes never leaving yours. They tenderly laid you down on the bed, placing your head gently on a pillow. Both pairs of hands explore your body as if it is a newfound land that no one has laid eyes on before. Your shirt comes off, and you are left bare for them. They both pause as they look at you from above.

Wanda speaks first, "Did you get this while we were gone, baby?" Her soft fingers trace the fine line of a tattoo in the valley of your breasts. The lines connect to make three naked women intertwined together, all holding each other tightly. A heart at the crown of each woman's head and you right in the middle.

"It's beautiful, honey. Gorgeous." Natasha says, leaning down to kiss along the ink lining your skin. "I've missed this body, your scent, just everything about you милая (honey)." She talks, her lips kissing down your belly to the waistband of your silk shorts.

Wanda sits at your side, smiling as she kisses your lips, holding onto your hand as she moves down your neck to your chest as well. She takes one of your perked nipples into her mouth, smiling as a moan escapes your throat. You haven't been intimate in so long, and it felt so good to feel this close to your lover again. "O-oh.." You let out a small gasp as Natasha gently pull your shorts down your legs, a hum coming from above you as Nat looks hungrily at your soaking wet pussy.

"So wet, baby. Is this all for us?" Nat asks, softly raking her fingers over your inner thighs, coaxing your legs open even more. You nod in response, your cheeks heating up at how exposed you are. "I need a taste…." She whispers, and Wanda nods at her.

Natasha lays on her belly, spreading your petals wide open. Slick strings from her fingers as she prods at your hole, and you moan softly. She licks a long stripe from the bottom of your cunt and circles around your clit, making you squeeze Wanda's hand tighter.

Her mouth feels so fucking good on your pussy, and you arch your back, pushing your breast further into Wandas' mouth. She rubs your other hardened nipple in her fingers; like a bud of clay, she's rolling into a perfect ball, and pleasure courses through your body. Your wiggling body makes it hard for Natasha to focus, and Wanda takes note of this, so she moves to straddle your lap, keeping your lower body still.

Your eyes close as both women dominate you, Wanda pleasuring your breasts as Natasha eats you out like she's never before. You grasp the sheets in your hands, your orgasm coming closer and closer until it hits you. As you cum with a shout, Natasha enters two fingers inside of your clenching cunt, smirking as you squeeze her fingers extra tight from not cumming in so long. "So delicious, милая (honey), so fucking good." She whispers from in between your legs, your juices covering her lips.

"Have a taste, my love," Nat says, sitting up and removing her fingers from your pussy, moving them up to Wandas' lips. She closes her mouth around Nats' fingers and moans softly.

"Mmmm, baby, you taste like strawberries and cream…" Wanda says, smiling down at your fucked out face. A thin sheet of sweat covers your forehead, and you return a smile.

"J-just for you, Mommy…" you whisper, your breath coming in small pants. Nat chuckles lightly and crawls to your side. "And you too, m-mommy…." you add, making sure Nat feels just as much love.

"Oh, baby, did you think we were done? No, no, no, we have so much to catch up on." Wanda smiles and kisses your lips in a sloppy, desperate kiss. While she is devouring your lips, Natasha makes her way to the closet. She reaches for the box marked "toys" and smiles at your messy handwriting. As she opens the box, she takes out your favorite [enter favorite color and desired size] strap, a powerful vibrating wand, and her favorite toy to torture you with; the ruby-like jeweled butt plug that fits your ass like a glove.

She turns around with the supplies in her hands, and to no one's surprise, you had managed to get Wanda down to her bra and panties. Her jumpsuit was discarded on the floor by the bed. With her lips glued to yours, Wanda takes your hands and pins them above your head, wanting all of you under her control. You smile as your noses nudge against each other as she pulls away for a second. You look up at her, and your eyes flick from hers to her lips. "You always take my breath away." Nat smiles at your moment with her and sets the supplies at the end of the bed.

"Alright, it's time for the real fun," Nat says, smiling as she removes her shirt and jeans. You sit up with Wanda sitting next to you, but you are quickly stopped in your tracks as Nat gives you a look that immediately pushes you into submission. As you lay back down, Wanda runs her fingers through your hair, and Nat climbs between your legs once again.

You watch in anticipation as Nat buckles the harness to her hips, the false cock bobbing in front of her. She rubs her hand over your pussy lips again and gently enters your hole with her finger. Stretching you out to make sure that her cock fits perfectly inside of you. As Wanda sits above you, she continues to brush through your hair with her fingers, something she does as a gesture of love while Natasha takes charge of both of you.

Nat smiles and seductively holds up the bejeweled butt plug, and you whimper softly, knowing how much you love it yet loathes it at the same time. Natasha would completely understand if you said no to something and would respect it. But this time, you would allow her to do anything to you.

She gently holds your legs open and puts your ass on her lap, your legs up by her shoulders. She opens the small bottle of lube and puts a small amount on the metal plug as well as your puckering hole. You jump at the slight coolness of the liquid but relax as her warm fingers rub it in, pushing her finger into your ass with ease. You groan softly, turning your head and hiding your face in Wandas' leg.

She smiles at your shyness and tickles your arm to soothe you as Nat works your ass open for her.

"Come on, baby, loosen up for me; you used to take me like a champ," Nat says, pushing her fingers in a little deeper. You moan in response, feeling like you haven't been stretched out like this in ages. Well, you haven't, but it still felt like the first time all over again. "I know you can do it, honey, come on, let me in…" she whispers, gently moving her other hand to the top of your cunt, rubbing small circles on your sensitive button to help you relax.

With a whimper coming from your lips, you relax your lower body in hopes of assisting Nat. With luck, she pushes her fingers to her knuckles and smirks. "Good girl, that's our good girl," She coos and smiles as she pushes her fingers in and out of your tight back hole. "She's so good, isn't she, Wands?"

Wanda hums in agreement, her fingers teasing your nipples once again. "So so good, the best girl." She smiles down at you, chuckling softly as your face contorts into a face of pleasure. You bite your lip and whine at the sudden empty feeling of Nats' fingers leaving you. But you are quickly full again when Nat pushes the plug into your ass, the jewel nestling right between your ass cheeks.

Nat smiles at her work and rubs your skin softly. "It fits perfectly… red suits you милая (honey). My god, you are so beautiful." She looks over you adoringly and leans down to press a kiss to your bent knee. As she kisses closer to your cunt, Wanda slowly straddles your chest and looks down at you with a smirk. "Do you wanna taste baby?" You nod eagerly, and you link your arms around her legs to pull her closer to your mouth.

Her pussy drips right over your mouth, and you can hardly contain your excitement. You pull her down to your and suck hard on her clit, making her moan and grip the bed frame in front of her. She arches her back, grinding down on your mouth with pleasure filling her veins. Lust fills her system, and she reaches back to pull on your nipples again, smiling at the vibration of your moans against her clit.

Natasha leans back as she watches you devour Wanda and smiles as she plays with herself in return. She rubs her clit with her fingers, but it just isn't enough, so she reaches for the vibrator that sits next to her. She turns it on and sighs in relief as she presses the bulb to her aching clit. Throwing her head back in pleasure, she watches the two of you through hooded eyelids, smirking as she matches the movements of Wandas' hips, circling the vibrator one way and then the other.

Once you sense Wandas' orgasm starts to form, you smile as her moans fill your ears like music, and you gently push your fingers in to help her with that final push of pleasure. She gasps, as does Natasha at the end of the bed, both women coming to their high at the same time. The two of them moan loudly as they both cum, and Wandas' hips come to a stop as she takes in a deep breath. "Oh, baby, you were hungry, weren't ya?" She chuckles and scoots down, leaning over your chest to kiss your lips, tasting herself on her tongue at the same time.

"Mmm, you taste so good, Wands." You whisper against her lips, and you smile as you take in her soft kisses in return. As Natasha finishes, she hands the vibe to Wanda, who turns around on your belly, so now she is facing Natasha, who has spread your legs wide so they both have unlimited access to your most intimate parts.

Wanda spreads your pussy lips apart and licks small circles on your clit while Natasha pushes the tip of her cock into your hole. Already being stretched out, Nat knows you can take all of her. She places her hands on your thighs and pushes further inside your wet hole, slowly filling you up to the brim. You moan loudly, and you squeeze Wandas' hips as she straddles you.

You hear the click of the vibrator switch, and you jump as you feel the vibrating against your puffy clit. A loud moan escapes your lips, your legs shaking in response as Wanda circles the vibe in all the right ways. Natasha moves her hips in a smooth rhythm, pulling endless pleasure from your cunt with each thrust. With Wandas' skilled hands with the vibrator and Natashas' cock stretching you out perfectly, you are in a state of euphoria for the first time in a long, long time.

Your first orgasm hits you like a semi-truck, and you see white. Your pussy walls clench around Natasha's cock like a vice, and your clit pulses against the vibrating head held in Wandas' soft hands. And they are far from done, you know that; Wanda knows that, as does Natasha. They continue to push you to your limits, torturing your cunt in the most loving way possible.

Your second orgasm hits just minutes later, and your juices squirt from your pussy and onto the sheets just under you. You let out a loud moan and squirm underneath Wanda. "One more, baby, one more just for us." She encourages and turns the vibrator up to its highest setting. You whimper in response, your red puffy cunt getting its last bit of pleasure. Natasha thrusts in and out of your pussy faster, and you are pushed to your third and final orgasm.

As you are cumming beneath your two lovers, they share their love with a long and loving kiss. Their tongues fight for dominance in the other's mouth. Finally, with gentle care, they move their focus to you. Wanda removes the vibe from your quivering clit, and Natasha slowly removes her cock from your soaking wet hole and gently pulls the plug from your ass. She teases you by pulling it out just a little bit, then pushing it back into its spot again. But finally, she pulls it out and leaves your ass a gaping hole.

Once Wanda moves from your belly, she begins cleaning everything up, the toys, the pillows, blankets, and other things while Nat helps you.

Nat smiles and sighs as she massages the skin of your ass and guides you to calm down. She puts her hand gently on your heaving chest, and you follow her breaths as she silently tells you to copy her. You breathe with her, your senses calming down at the moment until you are fully at peace.

As you lay fucked out, Wanda lifts you into her strong arms, carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. While Wanda sits you on a towel on the counter, you lay on her chest as Nat fills the tub up with warm, soapy water. Wanda chuckles at your tired look, your slouching body, and your droopy eyes. "We missed you so much, baby. I couldn't stand another day in that stupid prison without you." She says in a soft voice as she wipes your face with a warm washcloth.

You lean into her gentle touches and hum lightly in response, too tired to form complete sentences. Nat chuckles and lifts you into the tub with her, Wanda getting in on the other end and the two women caging you between their entangled legs. "It is so good to be home… to be home with our girl," She says as she holds out her hand for Wanda.

Wanda solemnly agrees and squeezes Nats' hand, and as your head rests against her breasts, she kisses your forehead. "We won't ever leave you again, honey. Never, ever again. We promise." Wanda nods and softly rubs her hand over your leg, soothing you as you hide your face in Nats' chest.

You knew that was a promise your two lovers would keep. It was a promise that would never be broken, despite the challenges that were faced in their everyday lives. They loved you far too much to see you heartbroken, and they swore never to leave you broken again.

Ever.

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