“Yeah, I want it, yeah, I need it.” “You can tease me however you want.” “Baby, a time just for us. What you do? Like this, ooh, I love you, ooh.” “Baby we can go higher.” “I want to lean into this night and wrap myself around you.” “Come closer so I can feel more, I want to go even farther.” “Let’s stay up all night.” “I’ll cover you warmly with my whole body.” “I’m thirsty, thirsty.” “Yo, nice skirt, you push me up to the mound pitcher.” “Put it to work.” “Hit me and we’re going hard.” “Something completely raw.” “Let’s take this to the end, rock and roller.” “A fire burning even deeper, not knowing how to stop, a burning heat all over my body, enduring through time.” “I’m already back to you tied up.” “I keep going deeper, like I’m addicted to you.” “An adrenaline rush, pumping through my whole body. I don’t know what you do to me.” “Up and down like a roller coaster.” “I spread through you softly, like something familiar.” “It goes down, down baby, leave your body to the rhythm. It goes down, down baby, let it go and scream.” “Baby, are you down?” “It’s our last night, a night just for us. Don’t be nervous and come to me, leave it all to me.” “And my hands lose their way, baby, my hands, my hands.” “In front of me now you’re feeling good now. Yeah, I’m feeling good now. (…) My mind blacks out.” “I wake up my imagination and come up with hundreds of ideas of you.” “With just one small move of your hands you can completely shake me up. Shake it, babe.” “Your pale fingertips… Oh, like they’re trying to tempt me. Sometimes like they don’t care. Your gestures make me dizzy, show me more of you.”
A/N: Are you ready for the longest blowjob in history… (I don’t own the gif)
“Did it hurt?” Sam approached you, a sly smirk on his lips.
When you didn’t play along and simply shot him an unimpressed look, he snickered.
“…when you fell from Heaven.”
Yeah, you were dressed as an angel.
Not your idea, though. As it turned out, Wanda was a big fan
of Mardi Gras and begged until you all agreed to throw a costume party. Tuesday
morning, she shoved a white dress into your arms and said you were an angel.
You didn’t want to upset her, so you just rolled with it.
Sam laughed at his own joke before the smell of pancakes
drew his attention away from you. You looked around the room and sighed,
sipping your second glass of… whatever it was Natasha had given you. It was
good, a bit fruity and bitter enough to match your mood.
Wanda, who was dressed as Violet from the Incredibles, was
running around the living room, filling plates with pancakes. Loud music
blasted through the speakers.