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yelenaslyubov · 2 months

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── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with a really interesting plot (?), kinda like dark yelena I think

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering (r receiving), dom!yelena belova, BDSM, mommy kink, squirting, kinda innocent r, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 3.8k

note: GUYS IT'S FINALLY HERE, I'M FINALLY HERE. I'm so sorry I haven't been posting, I just really didn't have time to write and I have so many ideas and requests, and it's frustrating because I really want to write them but I don't have time lol. I finally finished this one, to be honest I don't know how I feel about the smut part, I honestly need to work more on it, but hey I'm trying. Anyways, I hope you guys like it. This one's for 💦🍯 anon, I really hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake.

note 2: I actually can't believe how long it it lol. Based on this request

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

Yelena felt everyday was the same as the previous one.

Wake up, pretend to be the happy wife and mother of a 10 year old child, take care of said child and fake husband, go to sleep and repeat the whole thing the next day.

She was used to doing this kind of thing, that was what she had been trained for her whole life. Plus, she always had to be on watch, in case things went southways and she and the little agent had to make a run.

But still, she couldn’t help but grow tired of the routine, constantly waiting for something different to happen. She wasn’t supposed to talk to her neighbours, the less people knew about her the better, her orders were just to play the lovely neighbour next door. But everything changed when you moved into town.

She was notified of you arriving a week early. She was given a report of you, and everything in it seemed normal, a few fines here and there, but nothing more than that. She didn’t think anything of you, just another townie. But she got it all wrong.

The first time she properly met you was the same Saturday night you had arrived in town. Yelena opened the door to you knocking, holding a pie in your hands. She was completely taken aback by your bright smile, it took her a whole second to function like a normal human being.

She invited you in for a glass of wine, being the lovely neighbour she was. She introduced you to her ‘husband’ and ‘child’, and a few minutes later you parted ways.

Long gone after you had gone, she could still smell your lingering scent on her house, causing a revolution on her stomach. She didn’t know what was going on with her, her heart began to beat faster at the mere thought of you, she felt her knees getting weaker and an unpleasant feeling in her core.

That very same night, she waited for her husband and child to fall asleep, locked herself in the bathroom, and touched herself to the thought of you.

The next day she made it her new mission to get to know you better. Because of her secret agent duties, she couldn't just approach you and talk to you. No, that would put you in danger, and Yelena couldn’t risk that. So she watched you, from afar, and soon it became her favourite hobby.

Everyday Yelena would wake up, cook breakfast for her family, wait for them to get out of the house, get dressed and wait for you to start your morning routine. Everyday she would walk a few steps behind you, watching your every move. She would follow you to the park and watch as you played with your dogs. She would follow you to the cafe where you always had breakfast, follow you home, follow you to the library when you needed to study, follow you when you went shopping. She became your shadow.

Sometimes, she would pretend to run into you, just to get a closer look and talk to you. Sometimes she would be bold enough to touch you, just softly brushing her fingers against your skin. Each time she did, she felt electricity going through her whole body.

But she wanted more from you, she didn’t want to just watch you and imagine all the things she would do to you. She needed you, badly. You were driving her insane, with your perfect shiny hair, your beautiful smile and your flawless body. Touching herself to the tough of you wasn’t enough anymore.

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Yelena was patiently waiting for you to walk out of your house, but the hours passed and you were nowhere to be seen. She hadn’t from her window, never lost sight of your front door, there was no way you had walked out and she had missed you.

She began to worry about you. You were the kind of person to make the most of the day, you didn’t sleep in, not even on the weekends. She started to think that maybe something had happened to you. Maybe she got too close to you and messed things up.

Without giving too much thought, she walked out of her home, crossed the road and stood right in front of your door. She raised her hand to knock but she stopped herself once she heard loud whimpers coming from the inside.

She quickly reached for her gun, standing by in case she needed it. She felt her heartbeat in her ears, remorse and fear filling her body at the thought of you suffering because of her. She went around your house, trying to get closer to the source of the sounds, and stopped in front of a window where the whimpers were louder.

Her eyes winded at the sight before her eyes, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold the gasped that was about to escape from her lips. Slowly she put away her gun, her eyes not moving away, not even an inch.

You were very much alive, naked on your bed. Your eyes were closed, your breathing was heavy and while your right hand was in between your thighs your left one was pinching your nipples. Moans and whimpers were coming out of your mouth.

Yelena knew that was wrong, but she couldn’t look away. Not that she tried or wanted to. The more she looked at you, the wetter she got. It was one thing watching you from afar on your daily routine, but it was a whole nother thing watching you in the comfort of your home, naked, pleasuring yourself.

She was about to make her way back home to sort herself out to this new image of you when she heard something different coming from your mouth. At first she thought she had misheard, but then you repeated the word, over and over again as you were getting closer to your release.

She watched as you thrust your fingers in and out of you faster, your brows were furrowed, your lips parted, your back arched like a cat, and a second later she watched you coming undone.

“Fuck! Yes, Yelena!” she heard you screamed, as you opened your leg wider, giving her the perfect view of your cunt covered in your thick cum.

It took her three whole minutes to snap out of it and run back home. The second she stepped in, she went to her night table drawer, grabbed her wand vibrator, locked herself in her bathroom and came hard to the thought of you until she couldn’t take the pleasure anymore.

In the late afternoon, she watched through her window as you exited your house and headed to the park to walk around your dogs. She thought it was hilarious, you weren't as innocent as you appeared to be. Sweet kind Y/n, who touched herself to the thought of her supposedly married and with a child neighbour. The need to have you became stronger and now she wasn’t going to hold back.

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You were her new mission now, she planned on seducing you. She invited you over every time her husband and child went away, doing whatever it was they were told to do. You gladly accepted, Yelena was the only one who had been nice to you ever since you moved, you thought you could use a friend. Even if you didn't have any friendly feelings for her, even though you fantasised about her every night, even though she was married and with a child and even though you found that last part a bit arousing. Knowing that she was out of your limit only made her more irresistible

So every afternoon the two of you would have a coffee together. Yelena didn’t talk much, she didn’t want to nor could she. All she wanted was to hear your lovely sweet voice. So she would ask you all kinds of things just to keep you talking.

Slowly but surely, she would throw you hints. She would say things like how her husband wasn’t what he used to be, a big fat lie since she didn’t properly know the guy. Or she would say how everyday felt the same as the one before, a half lie since her whole word got more interesting once you showed up.

She would find any excuse just to touch you, in a subtle way. She would touch your hands, sometimes even your waist or cheeks. Everytime the two of you hugged goodbye, Yelena would hold you tightly against her, wanting to feel your body against hers, but both of your clothes were always in the way. Still, she found some comfort in your scent.

And then, finally, you realised that you weren't just imagining things, that Yelena needed you as badly as you needed her. Your afternoon meetings became make-up sessions.

Yelena wanted to take things slowly, to not scare you away, even though she felt like she was going to die if she didn’t have a taste of your body. But you just couldn't take it anymore, your fingers weren’t doing the job anymore, you needed her to take care of you.

So, the next day, the second her husband and child drove away, you desperately knocked on her door, and once she opened the door you smashed her lips against hers.

“I can’t wait any longer, Yel,” you whispered on her lips, not caring if anyone had seen the two of you.

“Fine, detka. We’ll do it your way,” the nickname caused butterflies in your stomach.

She grabbed your wrist, pulling you inside and once she closed the door she slammed you against it.

You felt your breath already getting heavier and she had barely touched you. She traced your jaw with her fingertip, moving down to your collar bone and further down to your breast. You shudder as she traced your nipple through your clothes. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together looking for some kind of release.

“Patience, malyshka,” she said, getting her knee in between your thighs. “I’ll take good care of you, yes?” her russian accent got thicker, filled with lust.

You felt as if your skin was on fire, just from her touch and closeness.

“There are so many things I wanna try out with you, pretty girl,” she said, kissing your jaw and neck. Leaving love bites all over your sensitive skin, your head fell back giving her more access, as you tried to hold back the soft moans escaping from your lips.

“I want you to do anything you want to me,” you breathed out, your mind getting foggy as all you could focus on was her.

“Really? Will you let me use you?”

“Yes,” you gulped down.

“Mommy.”

“What?” you innocently asked.

“‘Yes, mommy’. Say it, detka.”

“Yes, mommy,” you swallowed hard, the new nickname getting your core wetter.

“Good girl,” she kissed your cheek. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”, she said, a firm gripped on your thigh.

“Please, mommy.”

She grabbed your hand and the two of you made your way to her bedroom. Once inside, she made sure to lock the door, just in case anyone who wasn’t wanted would come in. Her lips found yours again, it didn’t matter how many times you had tasted her lips, they always felt like the first time, sending shivers up your spine.

As she stepped closer to you, you unconsciously stepped back. The back of your knees finally hit the bed and you fell on it, Yelena was fast to crawl on top of you. A loud soft moan escaped from your lips once you felt the pressure of her whole body on top of yours, wanting for the two of you to stay forever this close to each other. Her lips moved down to your neck as her hand tugged at the hem of your shirt.

“Please, take it off,” you breathed out.

She did as you told her to, smiling to herself once she realised you weren’t wearing anything underneath your shirt.

“Naughty Y/n, not wearing a bra. This is how badly you wanted me to fuck you, right? So desperate, babygirl.”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Oh, man. Look at those tits,” she said, adjusting herself on top of you. Her calloused fingertips found their way to your nipples, pinching and twisting them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

She gave your nipples a few licks and bites before getting up.

“Where’re you going?” you whispered, confused that she was leaving you half naked on her bed.

“You said you would let me use you, right peaches?” her voice was hoarse.

“I did,” you swallowed hard, she was definitely up to something, you could feel the smirk on her face.

“We need a safe word, babygirl,” you could only see her back, she was kneeling down in front of her closet looking for something.

“A safe word?” you stuttered, what would you need a safe word for?

“I promise you won’t have to use it, baby. But if you want me to stop or you dont feel uncomfortable just say ‘vanilla’, okay?”

“Okay,” you said, not sure what she was referring to but trusting her nonetheless.

Once she faced you, you noticed that she was carrying a lot of things. Most of them were fun bright colours and they seemed to be made of silicone, but what made your core go wetter were the metal ones. What were those for?

“Okay,” she said as she placed them on the bed, “let’s take this off,” she gestured to your pants.

You, being the obedient girl you were, followed her instruction, wanting more than anything to see what was next to come.

“Such a good girl,” she praised, trailing her fingertip through your body. “Do you know what this is for, malyshka?” she grabbed one of the metal ones.

You shook your head.

“Of course you don’t,” she smiled down at you. “This bad boy right here is to keep your leg spread out for me, can I use it on you?”

Even though she was the one in control of the whole situation and she was demanding you to do things you haven't done before, there was some tenderness in her words, which only made you want her more.

You could only nod at her. The truth was you would let her ruin you in every way possible.

You felt the leather cuffs around your calves, the metal bar in between your legs keeping them open as she had said.

“What’s that one for?” you nod your head to a bigger leather cuff, two metal chains hanging from the middle of it.

“Oh, we don’t need to use—”

“I want to,” you cut her off. You knew better than to go against her but you wanted to give your everything to her.

“Fine, if you insist,” she smiled at you.

She grabbed the thing and got on top of you. She clasped the leather cuff around your neck, making you gulp. The chains had clips at each end, your brows furrowed not understanding what those were for.

Yelena could tell you were confused by them, she found the whole thing both arousing and cute. She felt lucky she was the one to teach you all this kind of stuff.

“Now, these little guys go on these little ones,” she said, grabbing both clips and clapping them around your nipples.

The soon you felt them around your nipples you felt this shock of both pain and pleasure, a soft moan escaped from your lips. You could feel your cunt was already dripping wet and she was just getting started.

She got off of you, and took a few seconds to admire you. You were now completely on display for her, legs apart and a collar around your neck. Yelena thought you couldn’t look prettier but then again there you were, all cute and bothered, and most importantly all hers to do as she pleased.

“What’s next?” you breathed out.

“Now these ones,” she grabbed two more leather cuffs and wrapped them around both your wrists. “Okay lift up your legs for me,” you did as she told you and then somehow she clasped the cuffs to the metal bar.

You helplessly tried to move, but there was no use, she had completely restrained you.

“You look so good, detka. I want to take a picture of you looking all submissive for me,” she kissed your forehead and you could only smile at her words please that you were being good for her.

You watched her as she grabbed a weird looking microphone, she pressed a bottom and the thing started doing a buzzing sound.

Yelena lifted up your legs and pressed the thing right in your core, exactly where you needed her the most. A loud moan escaped from your lips as soon as the thing touched your skin. Your eyes once again rolled to the back of your head, finally getting some kind of actual pleasure.

She traced small tight circles around your clit with the thing, making you whimper and setting your skin on fire. You wanted to close your legs, giving that the pleasure was all too much at once, and that was when you realised why she wanted the metal bat in between your legs.

She was actually tourtung you, in the most satisfying way a human being could torture another one. She was giving you what you wanted, what you needed, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Mommy, please,” you begged.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need you,” you gasped as she kept the thing torturing you poor clit. “I need you, mommy.”

“It’s okay, baby.”

She traced your entrance with her fingertips, gathering all your wetness. She licked her fingers, having a small taste of you and she couldn't help but moan at how sweet you tasted. She quickly moved her fingers back to your core, and slowly pushed her middle finger inside of you.

As soon as you felt the pressure of her finger inside you, you once again wanted to close your legs, and you found it arousing the fact that you couldn't.

She pulled back her finger and pushed one more back in.You felt your cunt being stretched out by her two fingers, making you whimper. While she was giving your clit attention with the white vibrating thing, she quickly found a perfect pace inside and out of you.

It all soon became too much. The collar around your neck, the clips on your nipple, the bar in between your legs, the thing on your clit and her fingers inside and out of you.

“Mommy, fuck,” you couldn’t formed words your brain too foggy to, “ I think I’m going to come.”

Yelena took that as a sign to get her pace faster, chasing after your release. You could hear the sounds of skin against skin as Yelena pushed her finger inside and of you. The closer you got to your orgasm the more you felt the need to close your leg given it was all too much for you.

As tears formed in your eyes, you felt something in your stomach snapped as your orgasm took over you. Yelena didn’t slow down, and soon enough she found herself covered in your juices. You squirted, warm liquid coming out of your cunt, getting all the bed sheets and Yelena’s arms wet.

Once you came down from your high, you realised what just had happened. You didn’t know you could do that, you have never done that.

“Well would you look at that,” she said, “I think I just outdid myself, don’t you think, detka?” she had a grin on her face.

You felt your cheeks go red but chucked at her words. She had in fact outdone herself.

You felt your whole body getting numb and your eyes getting heavier.

“You’re feeling sleepy, babygirl?”

You nodded at her, too tired to answer her.

“You can rest now,” she said, unclasping the cuffs around your wrist and calves, but leaving the collar around your neck.

Through your tired eyes, you watched as she undressed herself. You brows furrowed and Yelena noticed your confusion.

“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to do anything, alright? Just let me use you as you promised me, okay?” her tone was so kind but her words had other intentions. Still she was right, you told her she could use you as she pleased.

She grabbed what looked like a double ended silicone dick and slowly pushed inside herself half of it, as a soft moan escaped from her lips you couldn't help but rub your thighs together feeling your core hot once again but were too tired to do anything about it.

But Yelena wasn’t tired at all. She spread your legs open and adjusted herself in between you. You groaned as she rubbed the silicone dick along your slit. And then slowly pushed it inside of you.

She started at a slow pace, in and out of you, getting you all hot and bothered again. As she picked up her pace, you could feel your second orgasm getting closer. And by the way her brows were furrowed, her eyes shut and her lips slightly parted you could tell she was close too.

You grabbed her by her chin and pressed your lips against hers, her tongue soon finding her way inside your mouth, tasting every corner. She moved her lips down your neck and found your nipple. She unclasped the clip and replace it with her mouth. She sucked, licked and bit your poor nipple as she trusted even faster and deeper into you.

“Mommy, I’m gonna—” but a loud moan stopped your words, as Yelena trusted faster and sloppier into you as she chased her own orgasm

“Oh, fuck,” you heard her said before she cry out your name over and over again, reaching her orgasm. And you came right there.

She came down from her high, slowly thrusting into you. Once she was done she lay next to you, both your breaths were heavy. She unclasped the other clip from your nipple and kissed your forehead.

“You did so good, malyshka,” you had a sleepy smile on your face, already thrifting off to sleep.

As you slipped away from reality, you felt her wrapping her arms around you and started singing some russian lullaby.

Yelena watched as your breathing became slower and soon enough you were fast asleep. She chuckled at how tired you had gotten from a few little things. She wanted to have you like this forever, all to herself. But she couldn’t, she was an assassin for god’s sake.

Or maybe she could, she just needed to come up with the right plan.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

#got me kicking my feet🤭#yelena belova

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yelenaslyubov · 2 months

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Wake Up Call - R.R.

screaming crying and throwing up. i adore this woman with my whole heart.

Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) - overstimulation, Reneé being soft, loving and sexy.

Your P.O.V.

Ugh. Mornings.

I complained internally, preparing to open my eyes and get up for the day when chilly fingers smoothed down my bare abdomen, gentle lips pressing kisses to my jaw. The softness of her lips sent a chill down my spine, involuntarily tipping my head upwards to give her more room.

I couldn't prevent a quiet noise from leaving my mouth, all movements ceasing from her hands and lips. I remained silent with my foggy, sleep-filled brain, willing her to continue. She did after a few moments, trailing lower and lower, accompanied by her body moving to straddle my thighs.

The blanket was pulled away from me then, cold air instantly causing a shiver to shoot through my frame. The woman above me chuckled lightly, deft fingers coming up and tracing my jaw, moving to run along my lower lip. "I know you're awake, silly girl."

My breath hitched in my throat, feeling her lips wrapping around my hardened nipple, tugging just enough to draw a whimper from my throat.

"You know, it's not very nice to not say good morning to your girlfriend." She smirked against my abdomen, nipping at the taut skin, my muscles clenching at the sharp sensation. "Especially when all she wants to do in the mornings is make you come."

The blonde clicked her tongue disapprovingly, slowly pushing my legs apart. I was embarrassingly wet already, completely caught off guard by what she was doing. Not that I wasn't happy about it, because my god, how could I not be? This woman was absolutely breathtaking, even more so in the mornings. Her blonde hair was lightly ruffled from sleep, eyes bright and open. The smooth skin of her legs were already on full display from the events of last night, her upper body clad in a loose t-shirt.

I felt her smirk against my skin, moving downward and biting softly on my inner thigh, hands running along my bare legs. I couldn't help from squirming, finally opening my eyes to see Reneé already staring up at me. Her bright blue eyes met mine, pupils blown wide, tongue running along her plump lips. She leaned her head on my thigh, cocking it to the side playfully.

Fuck.

"Please, Ne." I whined, my hips involuntarily bucking towards her face. She laughed at my desperate attempt, nevertheless leaning forwards, licking agonizingly slowly around the place I wanted her most. Yet, the feeling drew a moan, teeth sinking into my bottom lip to try and keep quiet. I was still sensitive from last night.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" She murmured, pulling away completely, crawling back up to capture my lips in a bruising kiss. Her long hair brushed my sensitized skin, fingers dancing around my aching heat. She nudged my mouth open further with her tongue, taking the opportunity to kiss me even deeper, other hand coming up to lightly grip under my jaw. She pulled away, saliva stringing between our lips. "Look at me and tell me what you want."

I felt a blush run up to my cheeks, meeting her intense gaze. "I want your mouth and fingers, please." I could barely formulate a proper sentence, mind clouded with desire.

"Where? Here?" She kissed the soft spot under my ear, dragging her teeth along the skin, a shudder jolting through me. She took her time, sucking a few bruises into the skin, before moving down again.

"Here, maybe?" Reneé bit softly on my other nipple, pressing her fingers harder against my inner thighs, but not quite close enough to where I wanted them.

"You know where." I managed to grit through my teeth, hands tightening around the creamy white bed sheets below us. She laughed again, kissing down my stomach to lift the back of my thighs, sucking on the sensitive skin there.

"Jesus, please stop teasing me." Honestly, I didn't care that I was whining like a child; she needed to do me before I did myself. I could feel my arousal all but dripping onto the sheets.

"I didn't know my name was Jesus, Y/N."

Rolling my eyes, I nudged her side with my heel, a teasing smirk on her lips. She was completely aware of what she was doing, and she enjoyed it, which is exactly why she wasn't giving me what I wanted. I was on the brink of grabbing her hair and pulling her to me, when her tongue finally flattened against my aching folds, dragging slowly up to my clit, taking it between her lips.

She sucked gently, causing my head to spin at the overwhelming pleasure shooting through my body. "Fuck."

Reneé hummed in laughter, the vibrations sending tingles up my spine, toes curling when she pushed two fingers through my entrance, caressing the walls of my core perfectly. Heat blossomed deep in my belly, an embarrassingly loud moan falling from my lips. "Feel good, baby?"

"Yes." I choked out, body instinctively trapping her head with my thighs, threading my fingers through the thickness of her hair.

She pulled away a moment, locking eyes with mine. Hers were glazed over with lust, pink lips coated in my arousal. "God, you taste so fucking good."

I felt myself get even wetter, if it was even possible, the blonde continuing to eagerly bring me closer to release. She quickened her thrusts, tongue lapping at me at a steady pace. The combination of her fingers and tongue was driving me absolutely insane, and I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching.

"Oh, God." My chest was heaving at this point, abdomen knotting tighter, tighter, tighter...and a moment later I came loudly, with a string of curse words and a scream of the blonde's name.

She kept her fingers moving, though slowing them down significantly. "Give me another one." She was going at an agonizing pace, barely grazing my clit with her lips, until a second one did rip through me, my hands gripping tight on her hair. I felt tears prick at the corners my eyes, incoherent mumbles and sounds filling the air around us.

After a moment, she pulled out, cleaning up any excess with her tongue before latching her soft lips back onto my overly-sensitive clit, my hips jerking up towards her face. "Ne, I can't..." My voice cracked, squeezing my eyes shut tighter.

"Yes you can. One more, baby. Give me one more."

I was nearly crying, my entire body feeling as if it was on fire. She kept going until she felt me clench. "There you go, give it to me." She breathe against me, and as if on command, an intense rush of overwhelming pleasure crashed through my whole body from the tips of my toes to the very top of my head. I released her hair to grip the sheets, almost tearing holes in them. My throat felt raw, crying out loudly.

"I've got you, Y/N. You're okay. Breathe."

Her hands rubbed the length of my thighs and hips, allowing me time to come down, patiently waiting for the aftershocks and sensitivity to subside. She then pulled away completely, softly kissing her way back up to my lips, brushing her fingers over my dampened face.

"Holy shit." I breathed, blinking my eyes open to meet bright blue ones already looking at me, filled with the sweetest look. "Good morning, my perfect girlfriend."

"Good morning." She grinned lopsidedly, fingers running all across my flushed face. I leaned up and kissed her deeply, lazily wrapping my legs around her hips to bring her closer. "Fuck, I love you, Reneé."

She laughed into the kiss, draping her body on top of mine. "I love you too, baby."

i hope you enjoyed!

please leave requests if you have any :)

#phewwww #reneé rapp

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yelenaslyubov · 2 months

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bryant: Welcome to the hive 🐝 @showtime @yellowjackets @boothbybryant

Courtney Eaton, Jasmin Savoy Brown, Kevin Alves, Melanie Lynskey, Sammi Hanratty, Simone Kessell, Sophie Nelisse and Tawny Cypress via bryant on Instagram, 03/23/2023.

#yellowjackets

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yelenaslyubov · 3 months

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FLORENCE PUGH Jimmy Kimmel Live (February 01, 2024)

#florence pugh #gifs

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yelenaslyubov · 3 months

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i always know i can count on you to hype me up twin🤭

Twin Size Mattress (yelena belova university AU)

main masterlist || yelena belova || requests

a/n: heyyyy everyone! well i kept my promise one way or another and i finally have a piece written for you all! i’m sorry if it’s not up to par compared to my other stories, but it’s been a while and i feel a little rusty when it comes to this type of thing. i wanted to try something different for this time around and i think i accomplished that. also, let me know if you guys like the university AU aspect of this bc i might just be able to continue it a little bit (i say maybe loosely lol). in addition, i added a fun little moment of adding the outfits the characters would be wearing!! i hope you guys enjoy this new story and hopefully there will be more to come! it’s good to be back🥹🥹i hope to see more of you soon🫶

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova (AU) x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, fingering, oral, dom!reader, mentions of alcohol, language

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: you and yelena have been going to college together for the past couple years. when a college football game commences, you and yelena spend the day together and finish it off with a bang

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 3.7k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ yelena’s outfit

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ reader’s outfit

The pressing weight of your backpack dug into your shoulders as you quickly made your way to Yale’s school of art. Though your major was in English, you had connections that allowed you to use the photography facilities located elsewhere. Your bag was full of books, film equipment, and the negatives that you were anxious to develop.

It was college game day, the Harvard vs. Yale game to be more specific, so shoving through blue and red crowds of students was at the bottom of your list. Your trip to the dark room had to be short because even though you hated the idea of all things sports, you felt that tradition outweighed your personal grievances.

As you shut the door to the room and found yourself alone with the quiet, red space, your mind seemed to lighten. The pictures you had brought with you made their way out of your bag and into the developing process. You went through the usual motions until you hung them up to dry. Before you were beautiful headshots and silhouettes of your roommate, Yelena.

While most were taken with the consent of Yelena, there were some too extraordinary to possibly miss out on. The red hues accentuated the curves you so desperately longed to stroke. Of course, this information was unbeknownst to her.

She was the reason why you were so anxious to develop the pictures. Looking through the lense that wonderful day made you so much more excited to see them all finished. The day had been an exciting one. During the summer before the two of you went back to school you had a day at the beach. The weather was perfect, and she was perfect. She wore this lilac swim set that complimented her blonde hair and summer kissed skin so well you thought you would never be able to tear your eyes away from her.

As you went through each picture of her smiling, laughing, and being her usual self you came across the pictures that you tried so hard not to take. Your desire got the better part of you at this moment. The pictures arose of her laying belly down on her towel, a perfect view of her toned back paired with her other curves you could barely speak of. It was hard not to think about that day without becoming wildly sad that she had no idea you liked her with everything inside you.

These few intimate pictures would go where the rest of them are; hidden away in your journal. It was easier this way because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship that you valued so much. But what if she felt the same? You pulled yourself out of your delusions or else you might start to have hope.

She must have read your mind because your phone started ringing and as you pulled it out of your bag, Yelena’s face was vibrating on your screen.

“Hello?” you answered

“Where are you? You better not still be in that stupid dark room!” The sound of massive crowds were loud on the other side of the phone, but your voice drowned out every noise that could be taking place.

“Ha, funny story…”

“Seriously! The game starts soon, y/n. Hurry!”

“You miss me or something, Belova?”

She chuckled once. “And if I did?”

There was silence on your end because your one moment of bravery was already spent, leaving you speechless. “Uhm I’ll start heading your way right now. I should only be about 15 minutes out.”

“Perfect, I’ll save you a seat!”

“Thanks, Lena. Love you, bye,” you said naturally.

It was only then did you realize the words that slipped out of your mouth. Love you, really? You hoped that she thought it wasn’t how you really meant it.

After your stupid mistake, you took your pictures, tucked them away in your journal, and took off out of the building. The day was sunny but the fall crisp in the air took the edge off of the heat from the sun. Even from far away you could hear the triumph of the marching band playing their game day songs. Though your dislike of sports was one thing, there was a certain feeling you got on days like this; the music, the people, the adrenaline, that really made you succumb to the American tradition.

Finding Yelena in the crowd would be the easy part, the hard part would be keeping your eyes off her the entire afternoon. Luckily, she generally picked the same area each game day to sit so it wouldn’t be an extreme challenge to spot her out.

Your suspicion came true when you saw her jumping up and down a few aisles up from the front towards the 40 yard line. She was dressed in her usual Yelena chic, but with a hint of school spirit. You smiled to yourself at her excitement for the game and waited to see if she noticed you walking up to greet her.

“You’re here!” she yelled. She shuffled through other people on her row and fell into your arms. The strong smell of her cologne filled your nose and warmed your heart. You hugged her tightly back and squeezed the leather jacket that was draped around her. “You almost missed the game,” she whined.

“Lena, kickoff hasn’t even started, but I see that hasn’t stopped you from starting early.” You eyed the cold beer she had in her Yale koozie.

“Oh hush and let me be. Now get in there so we can watch.” As you were sneaking past other students Yelena tapped you on the ass and giggled. This was nothing unusual for Yelena, but each time she did it, it made your cheeks glow red.

The two of you settled into your places in the stadium surrounded by a couple of your friends and watched the game begin. The first half of the game was intense with each team up and down on scores. When the buzzer sounded to notify it was halftime everyone seemed to sigh in relief. The crowds started to shuffle again to take a quick intermission before the second half.

“So y/n, what photos were you able to get this time?” Yelena asked.

It was the question you were avoiding answering. If you pulled out the few you wanted to show her, the rest you spent your time hiding would be exposed as well.

“Oh they weren’t anything important, just a couple rolls I hadn’t developed yet.” You tried to play it cool not to give it away.

“Everything of yours is important to me.” Her saying that just made it so much harder to keep them all a secret. “Come on, please show me.”

She gave you her best pouty face and it was so unfortunate that it worked. You rolled your eyes and tried to open the journal in your bag so you could find the pictures you wanted her to see. Once they were all collected you passed them over to her and her face lit up.

“The day at the beach! I remember these.” She flipped through them with a grin on her face. She laughed when the picture of you popped up with your pants soaking yet from the ocean waves. “You were so pissed.”

“Pissed is an understatement,” you added. She smiled up at you and your stomach was tied up in knots. You weren’t sure whether it was the dimples that just so sneakily showed up, her rosy lips, or the bright green eyes that you could finally see without her sunglasses getting in the way.

“These are so amazing— you’re amazing. I need copies of these,” she begged.

“Anything for you,” you smiled.

“Anything?” Yelena smirked.

Your cheeks darkened red. “Shut up.” You shoved her a little with your shoulder.

By the time you showed all your creations off to Yelena the second half of the game was in full swing.

The second was more intense than the first due to Yale being behind for most of the game. Yelena was starting to become too anxious for your liking, and you hoped for her sake that you guys could pull out the win. There was a minute left on the clock and Yelena practically had your arm in a chokehold.

“Fucking run the ball, jackass!” Yelena yelled.

“Hey now, you wanna simmer down a little for me?” you asked, hoping to calm her down a bit.

She chuckled a little and leaned into your arm more. “Sorry, sorry. Anything for you,” she mocked from your previous words.

She quickly turned her head back so she could enjoy the last minute of the game. Her grip only became tighter around your arm as the clock ticked down to the wire. The whistle sounded to indicate that Yale called for a timeout. They needed to sort out their plans if they were going to try and pull out this win. They were down 28-24 with only around 30 seconds to go.

Once they were back in the game the crowd went wild, Yelena included. Number 13 got a hold of the ball and ran all the way to the end zone for a touchdown. Yelena screamed like she never had before and threw her hands up in the air. You cheered along with her at your school’s win. Yelena jumped into your arms out of excitement and you held her tightly as you swept her up in the air.

“We did it, Lena!” you cheered.

She found her footing back on the ground and she grabbed your face and looked into your eyes. “We did it!” The pure shock on your face made her recoil back a bit which resulted in her having matching cheeks just like yourself. “Uh- I- I’m sorry.”

“No, no. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you smiled. “Let’s just get out of here before we’re all packed in.”

You said goodbye to your friends right before a Yelena grabbed your hand to lead you through the crowd. You knew it meant nothing, but having your hand in hers was a dream come true.

When you had made it out of the crowd, it seemed as though the two of you forgot you were still linked together. You quickly broke it off before she could say anything about it.

“So, are we going to keep walking with nowhere to go or are you taking me out?” Yelena smirked.

“Am I what?” you questioned.

“You really are worked up today.” Yelena laughed, but you knew it was true and you didn’t know how else to hide it.

“Why don’t we go back to my dorm? My roommate isn’t there like usual so we could watch a movie or something?”

“Do you have popcorn?” she asked and you nodded. “Then it’s a deal.”

The two of you talked and laughed on the walk to your dorm. Like usual, Yelena made it so difficult to not stare at her. She had such a unique confidence that drew you deeper and deeper into her presence. The way she carried herself was like no other.

When you made it into your room Yelena immediately started searching for your snacks that you kept in the drawers under your bed. You set your things down on your desk and sat down in your chair.

“Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes?” Yelena asked.

“I don’t know why you even ask anymore, Lena. Your closet consists of half of my clothes anyway,” you laughed.

She rolled her eyes and started taking her clothes off to change. Trying not to watch her change was not easy to come by. You turned around in your chair and pretended to unload your back from the day. What Yelena didn’t know is that your mirror allowed the perfect angle to see different parts of her.

What really got you was the matching black bra and underwear that revealed itself as she took her clothes off. This surprise caused you to knock a few things off your desk in the process, one of them being your journal. Naturally, Yelena turned around to try and help.

“What did you do, get angry and throw things off the desk?” Yelena laughed. It was awful timing to have other pictures that Yelena did not see poking out of your journal. “What are these?”

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“Y/n, what are these?”

“Just pictures…”

Yelena stared at you puzzlingly as she picked up the journal off the floor and opened it to reveal the hidden pictures inside. Her brows furrowed as she inspected each one in great detail.

“Y/n, these are…so beautiful.”

You stood there staring down at the pictures or anywhere else in the room, just so you didn’t have to look at her.

“Why didn’t you show me these?” Yelena’s voice was softer now, more gentle. “Y/n?”

“I-I don’t know… I guess I thought you would think it was weird,” you replied shyly.

“Why would it be weird?”

Shit. If you told her why then she would know how you felt, but if you say nothing at all that’s not any better. You were stuck.

“I don’t know…”

She searched your face from any indication of an explanation. There was so much happening that you almost forgot Yelena was half naked.

“These are beautiful.”

“Only because you’re in them,” you bravely said.

Yelena blushed, something you didn’t see very often. “Damn y/l/n, you sure do know the way to my heart.”

“I’m serious.” You felt like your world had stopped at the thought of where this was going. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, Yelena. How could I not take those pictures that day?”

Yelena was quiet now. You weren’t sure whether this was good or bad. You were tired of being subtle, especially now that you had her right where you wanted her.

“I don’t know what to say,” Yelena said. Her eyes were full of something you hadn’t seen before.

You looked at her for a moment trying to build up your confidence one last time because you knew if you didn’t then you would never be able to do this.

“For once Belova, I would love it if you said nothing at all.” You stepped closer so you could delicately slide your hands up behind her neck. She looked taken off guard, but she definitely was not fighting it. When Yelena took her hands and placed them around the straps of your overalls and pulled you closer so you were face to face, you knew she might’ve wanted this just as much as you.

“Just kiss me already,” she whispered close enough you could feel the breath on your lips. With her words you threw your lips against hers in a kiss that you waited much too long for. Your lips moved against hers as your hands were tangled in her blonde waves. Yelena pulled and grabbed at anything on you just to make you even closer to one another.

You shifted your position to try and push yourself against Yelena so that she may lean against the bed. You knew exactly what your intentions were as of now, but you were not sure how Yelena would feel about it.

The first brush of her tongue against yours sent shivers down your spine and you weren’t sure if she heard your quiet moan or not. You saved your restraint for so many months, so now there was nothing holding you back. Your lips traveled away from hers to down her soft neck. You placed rough and hungry kisses along the nape of her neck and you could tell just by her demeanor that she was having a hard time keeping quiet.

“Uhm, what about your roommate?” Yelena asked in between heavy breaths

“What about them?”

“What if they, you know, walk in?” You must have found a sweet spot on her neck because her question ended with a whine.

“They’re never here.”

“But what if-”

“Just shut up already,” you said.

You smiled against her lips as you threw her shoulders down on the bed as gently as you could. It was hard to take things slow when you had been craving exactly this for far too long.

As your hungry lips continued to move against Yelena’s, you found your fingers playing with the band of her underwear. Your fingers traced all along the skin that was covered.

“I want to see every part of you that was hiding in these photos,” you said. Your mind went back to the day you took those sexy pictures of her and it made you even more desperate for what was hiding beneath Yelena’s garments.

“I just need you to touch me,” Yelena said, breathless. “Please touch me.”

You were quick to pull down her panties to reveal a sight you never thought you would have the pleasure of seeing. Even the panties that brushed against her pussy made her wince in pleasure.

“Please,” begged Yelena.

After undressing her bottom, in one swift motion you unhooked her bra.

“You want me to touch you like this?”

You placed your lips around one of her nipples as you watched her head fall into the bed. Your tongue made its way to circle around her nipple, slowly building up her desire.

Without thinking, you slightly tugged on her nipple with your teeth. Yelena moaned just loud enough for you to hear. It was the most beautiful sound that you had been dying to hear since you met her.

You wanted to move on further.

“Or I could maybe touch you like this?”

Your hand was almost shaking as it made its way down to get center. Your fingers slowly but surely made small circles on her clit. Now, Yelena was panting with lust and trying to keep quiet despite what you wanted.

“Fuck, Lena. You’re so wet.” You couldn’t help yourself from pointing out the obvious. The wetness that covered her only made yours grow.

Yelena had her mouth covered now, most likely paranoid that others would hear her like she had said earlier.

“I want to hear you,” you demanded.

Yelena was moaning softly through her hand now, a reaction to your words.

“Be a good girl and take your hand away from your mouth. I want to hear you.”

She did as you wished and removed her hand. The hand that previously resided over her mouth was now gripped onto the bed.

You took a minute to admire her before moving on further. Her body was even more gorgeous than you could’ve ever imagined. Her toned arms that held on so tightly to the bed, her curves that wavered like the ocean down her body, and her perfectly kissed skin, just how you liked it.

“Maybe you want me to touch you… like this?”

You went even further and slowly slipped your fingers inside her pussy. As you sunk your fingers deep inside her, Yelena became even more worked up.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Please keep going. It feels so good.”

Seeing Yelena drown in the pleasure of your fingers inside her was something you never thought you would live to see.

“You feel so good, baby.” Yelena seemed to like the name because she let out a long whine. “Good girl. Be louder for me.”

You loved the power you had over her in such a short amount of time.

The pace of your fingers stayed quite steady now. Yelena moaned with each stroke that went deeper in her pretty pussy. There was one more thing that you longed to do before she reached her limit.

“You want me to touch you like this, baby?”

Finally, with your fingers still keeping a rhythm inside her, you lowered yourself down on the bed so that you could taste her.

Your tongue made its way to make contact with her clit. Yelena was the loudest now, and with her noise came her restless body. Much like her, you were just as overcome with pleasure.

Her hips bucked into your face with each increasing second. Your tongue explored every single part of her, almost as if you would never get to do it again. Your fingers sped up now that you could tell she was getting closer.

“Holy fuck, right there,” Yelena moaned. “Keep going, I’m so close.”

“Good job, baby,” you murmured. “I want you to cum around my fingers.”

Your words only sped up the process more. Her hips moved even faster which made it hard for you to keep your pace. Your tongue and fingers moved rapidly as she started to reach the peak of her climax

“I’m gonna cum baby,” Yelena said breathlessly.

All at once, Yelena let out a loud stream of moans that you were sure echoed through the hall in your dorm. You didn’t care. You were happy to have her all to yourself, and now, everyone knew it too.

“Good girl, let it all out,” you praised her.

Yelena laid there on your bed to try and catch her breath. You couldn’t help but watch the result of your doings as she looked so worked up.

You took your last opportunity to soak her body in by kissing all the way up her thighs, stomach, chest, and face. Yelena seemed to be hiding her face a bit, most definitely different from her usual demeanor.

You moved her hand that shielded her face. “You okay?”

She gave a thumbs up

“Does that mean it felt okay?”

She had a surprised look on her face. “The entire hall heard me and you think it didn’t feel good?!”

You laughed. “Just checking.”

You both laid next to each other for a while in silence before Yelena spoke up.

“So…how long have you felt this way?”

“When did you start school here?”

“Uhm…two years ago?”

“Then two years.”

Yelena looked over at you. “Really?”

“Really,” you nodded. “How could I not, just look at you.” Yelena smiled at your words.

“Well, I’ve worked up an appetite after all that fun. What do you say we make some popcorn and watch a movie and pretend like no one heard all of that?”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other’s company talking and reveling in the day’s events. You laid in bed thinking about how happy you were to have taken those pictures that day on the beach.

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Yelena Belova x her bsf. The bsf just got broken up with and yelena is comforting her but also taking advantage of this moment and starts touching her. The reader might be confused at first but she wants it so bad bc little does she know the boyfriend only broke up with her bc he knows she is in love with yelena

BETTER THAN HIM

PAIRINGS: Yelena Belova x reader

WORD COUNT: 625

WARNINGS: smut, angst, needles, dark!!, breakups, R dated a man, praise kink, degrading kink, making out, think that’s it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“I mean, I don’t even know what I did wrong.” You cried, sniffling as tears continued to roam across your face. Yelena used a small tissue to wipe them away, frowning as she took in your hopeless state. You looked so down - so sad, she wanted to do anything she could to help you.

“I know, I know. You didn’t do anything, he was a complete dick who didn’t deserve you.” You nodded, chuckling at her words. You leaned your head on her shoulder, apologizing for the wetness that stained her sleeve. She shushed you quickly, running her fingers through your hair as you continued to listen to her praising statements, a grin threatening to take over as a result.

“You’re so, so perfect, love, he just didn’t see that. I mean, you’re so beautiful, and not to mention how sweet and caring you are - you always take care of me when I’m all sick and mean.” She hummed at the thought of your soup she had the pleasure of eating when she was unwell.

“Anyone, and I mean anyone, would be more than happy to be with you.” You looked up at her through tired eyes, you and your now ex-boyfriend had been up most of the night arguing, you were bound to be restless the next day.

“You mean it?”

“I mean it. I mean every word.” You didn’t happen to notice the small proximity shared between the two of you until her breath panned against your face, your lips mere inches from touching. You titled your head slightly, leaning in as you closed the distance, resting your hand on her chest as you sunk into the feeling of her mouth on yours. She cupped your cheeks, brushing her tongue over your lips as you granted access. She moaned, bringing a hand down your body and to your waist, leading you closer to her. There was a small separation, and you took your chance to wrap your leg around her hips, placing your arms around her neck as your fingers drew small circles on her back.

The two of you only separated for air, yet you were instantly on each other once again. She explored your mouth with pleasure, basking in the soft skin you allowed her to view. She teased the bottom of your shirt, waiting for your approval before removing it, her eyes soon being blessed with the sight of your perky breasts.

“No bra?” She asked, breath heaving and short.

“I prefer going without.” You countered, shuddering when her mouth found a place on your nipples. You placed your hand on the back of her head, mumbling your appreciation between stutters.

“Fuck, Yelena,” You started. “W..we shouldn’t be doing this.” You suddenly recalled the reasoning as to why you were here. The man that just left you was still at your shared apartment, most likely gathering his items, while you sat in your friend's lap with her kisses exfoliating your body.

“Shh, I don’t want you to think, Y/N.” Her body fell on top of yours, her eyes heavy as she looked down at you.

“Your boyfriend is such a fucking pussy, let’s see what he’s missing out on.” You gasped as a needle came in contact with your skin, your body instantly falling limp as you struggled to keep awake.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m going to make you feel so good.” Your ex was lucky to make it out alive, and now she wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. Once you awoke, she’d be sure to keep you safe in her hold, even if you tried to deny it. Because at the end of the day, she knew you wanted it just as bad as she did.

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FLORENCE ROSE PUGH

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GET TO KNOW ME ☆ [1/10] Favorite TV Shows YELLOWJACKETS (2021 - )

You tell me, does a hunt that has no violence feed anyone?

#my girls🤭#*kicks feet and twirls hair*#yellowjackets #gifs #if anyone wants to send me requests for yellowjackets i wouldn’t turn it downnnn👀

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I Can't Wait

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Summary: You come home tired after an exhausting mission and just want to shower and go to bed, but Natasha has other ideas.

Rating: 18+ smut (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: Sub reader, soft dom Natasha, fingering, mommy kink (i'm not sorry), oral (female receiving), hair pulling, aftercare?

Word Count: 2k

a/n: Had to take a break while I recovered but I'm back baby! This is my 2nd, 2,000 word fic! I had tons of fun writing this one, hope everyone enjoys.

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You sigh, push the key through the keyhole, and open your door. This week's mission really pushed you past your breaking point, and you just wanted to get into a hot shower and wash away all the sweat and grime that had built up; you close the door behind you and sigh for the umpteenth time, tossing your keys haphazardly on the counter.

"I'm home," you exhale, kicking off your boots and walked toward your room; you barely make it through the threshold when Natasha pins you against the wall, devouring your lips; you groan, hands grasping at her hair.

"I've missed you, baby; you smell so good," Natasha uttered between kisses, inhaling your scent; she's always had this primal attraction to your natural scent; she slid her thigh in between your legs, grinding against your core, you whimper against her lips, shamelessly grinding into her thigh, she licks at your lips, silently asking permission to explore, you obliged, opening your mouth, tasting the vanilla ice cream off her tongue.

"Wait, I have to shower; I smell so bad," you whined, throwing your head back in an exasperated groan. Natasha chuckles and steps aside, snickering at the situation's absurdity.

"Don't take too long, or I'll start without you," Natasha teases playfully, choosing to lie on the bed in the meantime; you briskly walk into the bathroom, quickly shedding your clothes. Natasha's not one to make empty promises; the water is like heaven against your aching muscles, and you groan gently; you squeeze shampoo into your palm and spread it in your hair, firmly massaging your scalp, and then rinse; you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around you.

"Let me help you, baby," Natasha whispered hotly into your ear, squeezing body wash onto your loofa and lathering; she started at your arms, softly kneading the soap into your damp skin; you mewl into her touch, her soft hands caressing your aching muscles, rubbing her soapy hands all over your body, hugging you from behind, pawing at your tits and pinching the erect buds roughly, while suckling on your neck, you lean against her and tilt your head, giving her more space to explore, and she does, eagerly.

"Please," you beg; Natasha chuckles, biting down on your shoulder, running her middle finger through your pussy lips; you whine loudly, desperate for more.

"Beg for more, baby," she coos softly, nibbling your ear gently, hands palming your ass; you let out a high-pitched moan.

"Please, more, I need you; I'll be a good girl, I promise," you whined loudly, gripping her hand and placing it on your aching pussy, "please, I'll do anything," you keened delicately, spreading your legs, Natasha groans and obliges, expertly rubbing circles into your swollen clit, you moan loudly, resting your head on her shoulder.

"Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I touch you here?" she murmured in your ear, "Yes, I love it," you sobbed, drunk off her fingers, bucking into her hand boldly. Natasha gently turned your head, kissing you slowly, swallowing every whine and moan that spilled out of you; she gently slapped your sensitive clit, smiling when you gasped loudly.

“More; I need more, please,” you pleaded desperately against her lips; she only smiled, relishing how easy it is to get you riled up.

“Anything for you, my princess,” she hums, fingers playfully circling your hole, teasing you further; you whine and buck your hips forward eagerly; she snickered at your desperation, and she lifted two fingers to your mouth; you take them in without a word, gliding your velvet tongue over her digits, suckling harshly as her other hand circles your clit, she pulls her fingers out, slowly sliding one inside, you moan loudly, pushing down onto her finger, desperate for more, pumping her finger in and out agonizingly slow, you whine lustily, hopelessly trying to bounce on her finger but she pulls out entirely.

“Ah ah,” she disapproves, lowering her hand once again, this time sliding in two fingers; you throw your head back and moan thunderously, “Yes, just like that,” you babble out; she pumps her fingers in and out, curling her fingers in a come hither motion, hitting your sweet spot exactly, you mewl loudly, legs feeling like jelly, Natasha holds you up easily, she angles her fingers, hitting it with every thrust, you feel that familiar twist in your stomach, you know if she keeps going like this you won’t last long, you try to express that your close but your brain can’t think straight all that comes out is high-pitched moans, growing louder and louder by the second.

“I-I,” you blurt out, desperately trying to warn her.

“Yes, baby?” She coos, thrusting her fingers faster. She knows you are close, but she wants to hear you say it; she wants to see if you can do it; she likes to watch you short-circuit from the pleasure, to be cruel and add to your undoing; she sucks and bites at your neck, you let out a moan so deep it comes from your throat.

“Nat, I’m, oh god,” you sob; you look down and watch with your mouth ajar, her fingers pumping into you with such speed that you don’t know how you’ve made it this far.

“Are you close, baby? Do you wanna cum on my fingers?” She asks mockingly, thrusting her fingers particularly hard, punctuating each word with a hit to your g-spot; you’re past the high-pitched whines and moans, past trying to stay quiet for the neighbor's sake; all that comes out of you are throaty moans, and screams.

“Yes, mommy! Please let me cum on your fingers; I’m so close,” you cry, tears streaming down your face, simply because she loves to watch you suffer; she lifts her hand and rolls your nipple in between her thumb and index finger, and you scream, and when you thought she couldn’t go faster, she picks up the pace, lowering her hand to play with your clit at the perfect pace.

“Cum on my fingers, baby, let me hear you,” she whispers hotly in your ear, panting; you cum on her fingers, throwing your head back, moan ripping out of you, your vision goes white, and all you hear is ringing in your ears, you feel your walls spasming around her fingers, fucking you through your high, she slowly pulls out her fingers, you lift off her and turn around and stare at her, watching her closely, she puts her two fingers in her mouth, moaning, savoring your delicious taste, eyes locked on yours, you stare, body buzzing that post orgasm feel, she pulls them out with a pop, and it snaps something within you, you push her back against the cool tile wall, you drop to your knees, she chuckles.

“So eager to please,” she hums proudly, stroking your hair lovingly; you waste no time and dive in, your tongue expertly finding her clit, kitten licking it, your eyes watching her; she sighs contently, hand resting on the top of your head, you lift your fingers to her mouth, as she had done before, and she opens her mouth obediently, accepting your fingers, coating them and sucking them softly, you latch onto her clit, catching her off guard, with your fingers still in her mouth she moans gently, you pull them out and tease her hole, slowly push in one finger, pumping excruciatingly slowly, she pressed her lips together trying to suppress her moans, she’s been known to repress how good you make her feel, she wants you to earn her sweet sounds, you sit back on your heels for a better angle, you fit together like puzzle pieces, perfectly made for each other, you suckle gently on her clit, mixing between, licking and gently running your teeth along her bud, her face relaxed, she lazily ruts herself against your silk tongue, you moan sending vibrations through her body, gasping softly, gripping your hair gently, you moan again, relishing the delicious sting at your scalp, your hands glide up her legs and to her ass, pawing aggressively against her supple skin, you use your grip as leverage and help her grind down on your tongue, you flick your tongue delectably slow, treasuring the taste, watching her face contort in pleasure, her eyes are closed, her mouth hangs open, she’s basking in it all, you give her ass a smack, signaling her to open her eyes and watch you work away, she watches, bottom lip captured by her teeth, even still she’s holding back, you slide a 2nd finger in, curling your fingers, in search of her bundle of nerves, she moans quietly, watching your fingers disappear inside her, you feel the familiar texture of her spot, you know the feeling all to well, and push your fingers against it slowly, she gasps loudly, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Holy shit,” she blinks rapidly, eyes seeing stars, “don’t stop,” she pleads, chasing that feeling again; you smile; it’s too easy to get her worked up; she likes to act as if it’s not; but you’ve spent a lot of time exploring all her sweet spots and discovering what makes her tick, you curl your fingers once again, brushing against the bundle of nerves, she mewls loudly, her resolve long gone, she throws her head back against the tile, you add the third and final finger, she yelps, eyes wide watching in disbelief, you slide in with ease, curling all three fingers exactly where she wants it, she opens her mouth in a silent scream, her legs trembling violently, she lets out a loud gasp, followed by a cry.

“Oh god, yes,” she weeps, her hands gripping your shoulders, trying desperately to stay upright. Still, her legs feel like they’ll give out at any moment, “Just like that, baby, yes,” she babbles out; you thrust your fingers, hitting the perfect spot every time; you lean forward and lightly lick her clit; earning a scream from Natasha, she grips your hair and pushes you against her pussy, you latch around her clit and suck mercilessly, you can tell she's close, she moans so loud they bounce off the tile, water running cold, you grab her right leg and throw it over your shoulder, eliciting a moan so deep it pains her, her hands buried in your hair, using it as leverage to fuck herself into your face.

"Cum for me, baby," you say quickly, reattaching yourself to her clit, sucking ruthlessly; she gasps loudly and cums on your fingers, body shaking vigorously, eyes squeezed shut, panting loudly; you slowly fuck her through the high; she whimpers when it's too much, you chuckle slightly and pull out, your legs feel numb, you have trouble standing, Natasha hugs you and pulls you up, kissing you tenderly, holding you sweetly, caressing your back and shoulders, almost thanking you, you draw mindless patterns into her wet skin, soothing her muscles, kiss her lazily, hand hidden in her hair, she breaks the kiss and reaches for conditioner and squirts some in her palm, gently massaging it through your hair, you hum, basking in her fingers gingerly rubbing your scalp, running her hands delicately through the strains, she walks you back into the water, you gasp; all the hot water is gone, cold water envelops your body, you shiver, pulling Natasha closer for warmth, she soothingly rinses the conditioner out of your hair, and turns off the water, Natasha grabs the towel and dries you off, carefully patting your more sensitive parts, she helps you step into your underwear, legs still feeling a little wobbly, you support yourself on her shoulders as you step in, she playfully smacks the band against your hip, you laugh and playfully hit her arm, next she grabs your oversized shirt and pulls it over your head, you return the favor and pat Natasha's skin dry, carefully wrapping her hair in the towel, she grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom, reaching for a fresh pair of panties, and steps into them, pulling an oversized shirt over her head, you both crawl into your warm bed and cuddle for warmth against the cold winter air,

"Goodnight, Y/N," she said lovingly, pulling you closer. You sighed happily, "Goodnight," you whispered and blissfully fell asleep in her arms.

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