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thinking1bee · 6 days ago

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Such A Tease One Shot

Requested by unholyhelbig based off this

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Reader

Tags: FILTHY NASTY SMUT, CEO!Kate, Wife!Reader, PWP, Office Sex, Oral, Teasing, Heavy Edging, Some Angst (Not Between Reader and Kate), Strap Ons, Squirting, Fingering, Rough Sex, Sloppy Sex, Light Come Tasting, Degradation, Praise, Emotional Sex, Body Worship, John Walker Being a Whole Asshole, Slight Dacryphilia, Light Mention of a Belly Bulge, Praise, Degradation, Kate Talks R Through It, 18+ Audience

Word Count: 14.1K

Everything Taglist: @ara-a-bird @iliketozoneout @unholyhelbig @owloftheshadows

A/N: @unholyhelbig got me writing this filth in broad daylight ya'll 😩. Ask and you shall receive. If any of you know me in real life, on god, you don't 😭

Kate couldn’t stop the exhausted sigh that blew past her lips when she sat back in her luxurious office chair. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing, but she was far from a joyous mood. Today was a long day, and she was sad to say that it was nowhere close to being over. The morning started off dreadfully. The networking system that kept Bishop Security running went down for an hour. That halted everything else, plus her ability to do her job. Some security systems that were connected to that network bugged, and IT was still working on fixing the mess it made. By extension, Kate received word that her customers were also being affected, and customer service had been slammed ever since. It was just approaching noon, and Kate was in her massive office, a space that was more for show and opulence than anything else. She teetered between boredom and irritability, a restlessness that she couldn’t shake eating at her and making her jittery.

She was in another conference. Another one, pointless. She muted her end of the line while the call droned on and on. It’d been almost an hour of the shareholders bickering amongst themselves, and Kate checked out 45 minutes into the call. All things considered, she lasted substantially longer than any other meeting she’s survived before. She wasn’t missing out on anything important, just a group of men trying to out piss each other in the business world.

Since taking over Bishop Security, this was what her days were turning into. Just hours of being lectured by her mother about responsibility, and hours more of being talked over by decrepit, old men who were too worried about their money and not about their health. This wasn’t what Kate was hoping for when she became CEO of her mother’s company. She was hoping for a more hands-on approach instead of attending meeting, after meeting… after meeting…

after slow, torturous meeting.

She hadn’t known that this was what she was signing herself up for. Kate was more of a figurehead than a pioneer. She didn’t know that she was going to be an over glorified icon, just a mascot for the business and a sigil of morale. The last one was the joke of the century. This was the most burnt out that Kate had ever felt. Even now, she felt so drained, as if she got up and took a step, she’d collapse onto the floor. At this point, the job kept the money flowing, the customers safe, and the shareholders happy. If nothing else, there was, at least, that.

… sometimes.

“Mrs. Bishop???”

A grating voice cut through her thoughts, and Kate flinched at the way the volume seared through her eardrums. She blinked once. Then twice. Her office came back into focus after zoning out for so long. The call was now quiet, with the exception of the background noise from various different receivers that were crackling with sounds.

“Bishop!”

Kate sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, her eyes closing as another sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her. It was more trouble than it was worth having to pretend to listen to whatever the hell this was. Her mother’s shareholders knew good and damn well that she didn’t want to be here. And maybe that was the problem. With them having this knowledge, Kate couldn’t help but think that they went out of their way to make these conferences as mentally taxing as possible.

They were petty as hell.

That same voice growled her name again, and Kate groaned. She slapped at the unmute button before leaning forward to rest her elbows on the polished mahogany wood of her desk.

“What?!”

Her voice came out harsher than she intended, but she wasn’t apologetic about it. There was no sense in pretending, to be either listening or sorry, especially when these men have demonstrated more than once that they would tear her apart if she showed any weakness whatsoever. John Walker, a man she would personally castrate herself if it weren’t for the laws of man, scoffed.

“Have you listened to a word we’ve said???”

Kate was convinced that her mother went to hell herself to exhume Walker. There was no other place on earth to find a human being that could get on her nerves quite like he did. Walker was handcrafted by the devil himself, and whatever circle he crawled out of to get here, he was Kate’s problem now. She audibly groaned and he snickered.

“Unless you’ve argued about something other than this damn business contract, then no. I am not listening.”

Walker had the gall to laugh. “Wonderful person Eleanor picked to take over your father’s business.”

Kate sat up straight, the blatant insult making her bristle more than it should. It wasn’t the first time the topic of her status has come up, and it certainly won’t be the last. Normally, Kate wouldn’t care, but when it’s out of Walker’s mouth, something akin to defensiveness would flare to life inside of her without fail. It was stupid. She had nothing to prove, and ever since Bishop Security became her responsibility, the company has never done better. This fiscal year was the highest grossing year to date, and if things progressed as they were, then Kate was going to be the most successful CEO since Tony Stark.

The defensiveness may have less to do with the company itself, and more to do with Walker’s jab at her mother’s choice to whom would take over her father’s company. Kate’s father was dead, had been so for years, and it was still a sore spot. The memory of him had been tainted the moment his shady and less-than-legal deals he’d made were unearthed after his death. He did everything to keep Bishop Security going when it was just a starter up. Eleanor had spent a better part of a decade cleaning up his mess and wanted to retire the moment the dust finally settled.

Now it was under Kate’s care. Her success was better than Walker’s, and with that in mind, she smirked.

“John, jealousy isn’t very becoming of you at your big age.”

A sound of a snort and a guffaw filled the speaker before the other members of the conference dissolved into raucous laughter. Kate couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her lips, but it was less out of amusement and more out of maliciousness.

“And this is bold talk for a man who had to declare bankruptcy twice in a row.”

“Now, hold on-!”

“Actually, if memory serves. It’s your merger with my company that’s keeping you from waiting in the unemployment line, and I can terminate that contract with a simple email.”

John was shocked into silence; the sounds of his furious and heated breathing barely heard over the laughter of the other conference members.

“Your mother…!”

“My mother isn’t here, Walker,” Kate responded with a flippant roll of her eyes. “But please feel free to bitch to her after we’re done.”

He usually did, and Kate knew. Now, John knew that she knew as well. Eleanor was not shy about name dropping him whenever he made a complaint, and Kate could only laugh as he blubbered incoherently.

“Let’s not be rash,” he tried, backtracking from his earlier words as nervousness began to set in. However, Kate laughed humorlessly. Her patience had effectively run dry, and he was shit out of luck. “Let's talk about this.”

“You can talk about this, Walker,” Kate spat before she slammed the phone back on the receiver, terminating the conference right there.

That was going to get her a call from her mother for sure, but a headache sank its claws into her head and burrowed itself deep. The silence that filled the office was what she needed right now. She let her head fall into her waiting hands, the pressure against her face doing very little to alleviate the increasing pain and discomfort. Kate considered ending her workday right there, the mood to finish anything that she came here to do completely gone. A familiar fatigue was settling into her bones as a weary sigh left her.

“What the fuck,” Kate groaned.

“Long day?”

Kate jumped, sitting up so fast that her head spun. Her eyes widened as she watched you close the door behind yourself and stroll closer to her. She hadn’t heard you enter her office. Kate hadn't known that you were coming over today. Her crystal blue eyes took you in, the alarm draining from her features as she gave you a genuine smile. She stood up to meet you as you got closer.

“Hey there beautiful,” she husked, her eyes taking you in again, but for a different reason entirely.

You knew that look and you smirked, your eyes twinkling at the effect that you were having on your wife. Maybe you were wearing her favorite outfit. Maybe you were wearing one of her expensive dress shirts. Maybe it was the oversized one, the one that was a size too big by design so that it could accommodate her muscular body. Maybe it was the one where the sleeves were currently rolled up to your elbows right now. Maybe it was the one that was a silk, royal purple, and maybe, there was one too many buttons undone just for her. It exposed most of your collarbones and the beginnings of your chest to her gaze, a gaze that was darkening with want and appreciation despite the exhaustion that you could see. You wore a pair of black slacks, the same pair that hugged you tightly enough that Kate could see the body that she fell in love with. Finally, on your feet were a pair of black dress shoes.

Kate loved it when you took her clothing. She loved it when she woke up to you wearing one of her flannels after she made love to you, or when you stole one of her old baggy shirts to wear while cleaning. Something about it made her feel possessive. It made her feel protective of you. Though no one else could know that the clothing you wore sometimes was hers, Kate knew, and that’s all she cared about. You were hers, and when she kissed you, she did so knowing that she was the lucky one in this marriage.

You gave her a smile, kissing her gently on the lips the moment Kate was close enough to you. Her arms wrapped themselves around your body loosely, but underneath the expensive material of her suit, you could feel her muscles ripple with every move. You gave her an expectant look, your previous question still unanswered. Kate cleared her throat and pressed another kiss against the column of your neck.

“I had a nice, riveting conversation with Walker again.”

Sarcasm, and you knew it. It was only noon, a fact that Kate tried hard to not dwell on again. The sun was almost at its highest point in the sky, and Kate was already so stressed. Still, you kissed her again, this time, with more fervor as you savored the taste of her on your lips. She always tasted so good. Like mint and something spiced. Expensive.

“You’re going to kill him one day,” you half joked, knowing that if the opportunity ever presented itself, Kate would more than likely act on it.

“You know where the bail money is.” She paused as she looked at you, truly taking you in, and noticed the bag in your hands. Kate quirked an eyebrow. “What brings you here today?”

You pouted. “I need a reason to come and see you?”

“You know that I will always want to see my wife, beautiful. You are, however, on the opposite side of the city, which means that you had to walk here. And while I know I’m good, I know that you wouldn’t commit to a commute like that unless you needed something, baby.”

Ever observant. That was Kate Bishop. You smiled as you held up the Chinese takeout in the bag. “You are good. I’m here for lunch and it seems like you need a break.”

“Trust me when I say you’re right on time,” Kate replied wholeheartedly. “It’s been a shit show all day.”

You made yourself comfortable beside Kate, her desk long enough to fit you both as you unpacked the food and turned towards her.

“Tell me about it?”

Kate didn’t need another invitation. The moment the words were out of your mouth, Kate was already ranting about her day. You listened attentively, commenting when appropriate but otherwise silent as Kate aired the frustrations of her day. By the time you were caught up, lunch was already finished and the trash disposed of. Now, you sat beside Kate on a spare chair she had in her office and rested your head in your hand.

“I’m sorry that you’re going through all of that, baby girl,” you empathized seriously.

Kate smiled and gave you another kiss on your lips. Her headache dissipated the moment she ate and drank something. Kate hadn’t realized how hungry and dysregulated she was until she finally had the time to slow down and think. You being here with her helped and she rested a strong hand on your thigh. You reveled in the comfort of her warm touch, humming contentedly as you looked into her eyes. The blue housed within them were crystal clear and bright, unlike the stormy blue and gray they were when you first arrived. It made you happy knowing that she was feeling so much better.

“You know that I love you, right?”

Kate beamed, looking every bit like a puppy that just received praise. The hand that was on your thigh slowly slid up, her touch and the pressure behind it tantalizing as you chuckled and nibbled your lower lip.

“I hope you know that I love you too, baby,” she husked.

Her fingertips, feather light and scorching hot through your clothes, painted a teasing trail up your thigh, against your hip, and further up still. Kate caressed you, treasuring you, her hand worshiping you as much as it could, her touches respectful and addicting at the same time. A shiver ran down your spine, the reaction not going unnoticed to your wife as you watched her with anticipation. Her smile turned into a cocky smirk. You were always reactive, a characteristic about you that Kate adored. You were just about to retort, no doubt saying something quick witted and sassy, if she hadn’t chosen that exact moment to wrap her strong hand gently around your throat.

You choked on whatever you were about to say, the words disappearing along with your ability to think.

Kate wasn’t holding you hard. She was as gentle as ever, your safety at the forefront of her mind always. Her hand was secure, the bulk of her palm resting closer to your collarbones so that she didn’t hurt you. Her fingertips rested against the sides of your neck, the pressure of them firm and even. Kate could feel your pulse pick up, the thundering of your blood and the warmth of your skin making her lick her lips hungrily as her gaze flitted between your eyes and mouth. You could feel that small inkling of aroused fuzziness blanket your mind, and you laughed breathlessly as Kate pulled you closer.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” you asked, your voice quiet and breathless with the promise of something sinful.

Kate could see the fire dancing in your eyes. At the same time, they grew darker as your pupils expanded. You watched her raptly, your teeth sinking deeper into the soft, fleshy part of your lip. Kate’s nostrils flared, something inside of her snapping as she suddenly surged forward and pressed a hungry kiss against you.

You knew what you were doing. Biting your lip in front of Kate was teasing her with something she wished to do herself, and you were excited to hear her grunt and her teeth bite gently into your lower lip. It was fun to rile her up, to tease her, to make her so frustrated that you could see her eyes darken more with frustration.

“I’m already having a frustrating day, baby girl,” Kate growled before she pressed another hungry kiss against your lips. “You’re really going to frustrate me more?”

You giggled and kissed her back, nipping her lips in return. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Kate smirked. You were being coy, and as much as she loved your brattish tendencies, she was a little beyond humoring you today. She stood up slowly, her hand around your neck guiding you to do the same. Your lips parted slowly as you watched Kate’s muscles ripple within her forearm.

You were always addicted to her strength. Kate was strong and had been so since she was a teen. Years of sports and karate would do that to someone, and you regularly took advantage of it by goading Kate into manipulating your body in any way that she liked while she fucked the life out of you. You loved it when she pinned you down. You loved the feeling of being trapped. You loved it even more when Kate was the one to do it.

Kate Bishop was a beautiful woman, and you loved her body in its entirety. You loved all the parts that were soft, all the places on her body that were sensitive and tender. Those were the same places that needed to be worshipped with soft caresses and gentle kisses. You adored all the places that radiated strength, the parts of her that strengthened when she flexed. Those were the places that you loved to sink your teeth into, to run your nails on, to carve your love into her and sooth it all with a kiss afterwards.

It was why Kate was having this effect on you. Your smirk weakened as she kicked away both chairs and led you backwards until your ass pressed against her wooden desk. Your hands shot out behind you to press against the sturdy surface in an attempt to steady yourself. Her leg slipped in between yours, the muscle pressing against your core. Heat against heat. And you couldn’t stop the small hiss of breath that passed between clenched teeth. You shuddered, your eyes fluttering when the pressure of her flexing muscle caused your clit to pulse. Her free hand grabbed you by the hip and held you steady to her. Even through your slacks, her touch was scorching. It burned in all the right ways, your body and soul drawn to her and only her. You swallowed the developing dryness in your throat and released another shaky breath. You could feel the way your underwear pressed against your heat, could feel the way your molten desire smudged and soaked into the cotton. It was embarrassing just how fast Kate could turn you on, and when her harsh laughter filled your ears, you knew that she could feel your body’s reactions through your shared clothing.

“You’re so beautiful,” Kate breathed as she pressed more kisses, sloppier now, against you. “My gorgeous, little slut.”

You released an unsteady breath you hadn’t known that you were holding, your eyes finally slipping shut as bliss and ecstasy coursed through your veins. Kate was smiling, her straight, white teeth glinting in the sunlight. You were gone, already in a headspace that only she could put you in. She had never seen you so relaxed, pliant, and receptive, and Kate nosed her way passed the opening of your shirt to press more kisses against the soft, exposed skin there. Her hand, the one on your hip, began to caress its way to the button on your slacks. One of your own moved away from the desk, your fingers tangling into Kate’s long, dark, and wavy tresses. The moment you used her to hold yourself steady, you urged her on. Some desperateness bled into your movements, and if you were able to think straight, you’d have the decency to be a little embarrassed. Kate chuckled throatily, the sound the biggest turn on of your life, and it was your only warning before you felt teeth sink into the supple skin of your upper chest.

You gasped, your head falling back while Kate’s grip around your neck tightened. Her teeth never breached past skin, but it hurt deliciously. Ached delightfully. Stung sinfully. Kate could feel the warmth of your blood rushing to collect just under the surface of skin, satisfaction blooming in her chest when she felt her mark form. Her thigh was rocking into your center, and you released another heavy breath that puffed right past Kate’s ear. Kate kept going, her cheeks hollowing and her tongue laving against you earnestly as the bruise turned a slight shade darker.

Good luck covering this one with concealer.

“A-Are we really doing this right here?” you asked shakily, and Kate pulled away to look at you, her lips parting from your body with a soft smack.

The mark glistened with Kate’s spit, the teeth marks fading slowly but the deep crimson of the hickey settling itself on you. She raised an eyebrow, her smirk wide and her expression knowing as she regarded you lightly and with mirth. This wasn’t the first time that she’s had sex with you inside of her office. There had been enough quickies in here to put a high school bathroom to shame. Fingers, lips, tongue. Giving. Receiving. It didn’t matter. The desk, the walls, the chairs, and everything else in between were christened thoroughly, and the look on Kate’s face was enough of an answer.

Something about this didn’t feel rushed. It was why you felt the need to ask. Kate went out of her way to leave a bruising mark on your skin. Normally, she did just enough to have you coming in her hold, before she kissed you and sent you off with the promise of more when she got home later in the day. You weren’t asking because it wasn’t obvious. You were asking because you wanted to know just how far she was willing to take this. How much was she willing to risk in a building full of people? Just because Eleanor wasn’t the CEO anymore didn’t mean that she didn’t have any pull within the company. She was not above firing her own daughter, and while you and Kate could be discreet, someone would know what was going on when you were in here longer than usual.

“With your permission, baby, of course I want to do this.”

You thought about it, your arms shaking with lust and the effort needed to hold yourself up as Kate sucked another mark onto your skin. She was meticulous, thorough. She was tasting you like she was starving, her tongue threatening to make your eyes roll when you imagined it on other parts of your body. As much as you wanted Kate to do anything and everything to you, something else made you hesitate. An idea, small and devious, breathed to life, and you knew that Kate wouldn’t appreciate this at all. At the same time, this was worth whatever retaliation that she’d concoct, and before you could really think it through, you flipped her around.

Kate flinched when you gently guided her to lean against the desk, her body occupying the space you once had, as her eyes widened at the sudden change in positions. She was just about to say something, her hands grabbing your hips, but you kissed her before that could happen, before she could ask or say anything that would give away what you were about to do.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered against her lips. You cupped her cheek and kissed her again, this time, deeper.

You angled her head to deepen it, to let your tongue steal tastes of her. Kate whimpered, actually whimpered against you, her eyes fluttering shut while she nodded her consent. You let your lips wander, your kisses getting messier and sloppier as you explored her skin like the countless times you’ve done before. You’ve mapped out every scar, every freckle, every mark, and loved them all the same. You’ve buried your teeth into her, the ghost of your heated breaths still making goosebumps appear on her flesh every time you were intimate. Every part of Kate Bishop was perfect to you. There was nothing about her that was undeserving of love and reverence. Every time you kissed her, you did so with admiration in your gaze and with deference in every touch.

You held her tightly, confidently, your movements sure and precise as saliva slicked her skin and yours. You unbuttoned her shirt, allowed the cotton to slip down perfect skin to bunch around her arms. Kate let her head fall back, her breaths deepening as you continued to press more messy kisses down her body. You wanted her naked. You wanted to undress her desperately and touch her in every way that would make you happy and lucky to have her, but you didn’t have the time, and this wasn’t the place. You briefly lamented in the loss, but kept going, your hands untucking her undershirt and reaching for her belt. You caressed her, encouraged by the sounds of Kate’s deepening breaths. You could feel the way her abs twitched as you pushed the shirt out of the way and kissed them. The muscles coiled under your touch, the skin warming as you dragged your tongue over them.

Kate released a quiet and breathy sigh, her hand reaching up to rest on your head as you sank to your knees. She didn’t do it to guide you, or to take control of you. It was to ground herself with the feel of your body. The warmth of your hair soaked into her palm, and a blissed smile overtook her features as she began to gently scratch your scalp with her short fingernails. Your hands undid her belt, the expensive leather loosening as you grabbed her slacks and pulled them down. The same thigh that was once pressed against your core flexed under your touch. You pressed another kiss against her, reveling in the way Kate was struggling to remain quiet.

You loved moments like these. When things weren’t rushed or desperate, where you could take your time and touch Kate with devotion. You loved to worship her, to let her know just how beautiful and handsome she truly was. You switched between her legs, sucking marks of your own onto her. These were special, placed only in spots that you and Kate would be able to see, like a shared secret. Your teeth sank into quivering muscle before your cheeks hollowed, and your tongue flattened. Kate’s jaw clenched, a slight breathy sigh leaving her as the grip on her desk and the one in her hair tightened. You smiled, your tongue laving over the tender area as you gazed at her lovingly.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you praised. Kate blushed, a fine dusting of pink coloring her cheeks while her fingers carded through your hair gently.

She didn’t respond, but she didn’t need to. Her smile was reward enough. It was dopey and lopsided, showcasing teeth so radiant that based on looks alone, you would have assumed that Kate was a goddess. But you were done with your teasing. You could smell her, could smell just how wet she was for you. You inhaled softly, the musk of her desire making your mouth water. There was already a sizable wet patch staining her boy shorts. Your hands massaged her thighs as you hummed.

“Look how wet you are for me, baby” you purred, and Kate nodded as she widened her legs.

“Only for you.”

You nodded, agreeing with her. Not out of cockiness, but from a place of appreciation. It was an appreciation for the way Kate trusted you to see her like this. She was utterly wrecked, open, and vulnerable. In a world where openness and vulnerability were vilified, it was hard for Kate to let people in, to be open in the presence of power and bureaucracy. But you? You were different. Of course you wouldn’t be the people Kate had to interact with on a daily basis. You were so much more. You were her wife, her partner, the person she bared her soul to, the one she married. The one she loved irrevocably. The one she would end the world for if you so much as asked. You were the one that challenged her to look outside of her upbringing, past the grief and pain of loss and death. Without you, Kate would never know true love. Even in this way, she was lucky. It was already a blessing to be the one to make you orgasm so hard that you’d see stars, but to be on the receiving end of your reverence, of your desire?

Sometimes, it really did take her breath away. Just like now, when Kate felt your tongue press against her core. It was over her underwear, but that didn’t stop the soft and quiet moan that fell from her lips. The taste of her caused you to sigh, your hands gripping her thighs tighter as the little wetness you licked coated your tongue.

“Fuck…” you breathed, your eyes fluttering as you savored her.

It was all her. All Kate Bishop. A taste that could never be fully described, but one you still knew intimately. It was overwhelming in the best way as you rested your head on her thigh. Kate laughed breathlessly.

“Even when in control, you’re still such a bottom.”

You smirked because that wasn’t the issue. In any situation, no matter what, you would always be Kate’s bottom. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that you were rapidly losing control over yourself. The heated breaths tearing through parted lips had nothing to do with your rising heart rate. The tips of your fingers gripped her until something inside of you snapped. Your head snapped up, your hungry gaze meeting her blown eyes as a hand fisted her underwear and yanked them down and remove them. Your other hand wrapped around her thigh to throw her leg over your shoulder.

Kate didn’t even have a chance to take a breath.

Your tongue split her open, the muscle flat and firm as it parted through sopping flesh. Fuck! She coated you in desire immediately, the warmth of her wetness smudging on your chin, cheeks, tongue, and the tip of your nose. You swallowed her down greedily, moaning as well as you continued to pleasure her.

“You’re so fucking wet, Katie.”

Kate couldn’t answer. She only nodded rapidly, her grip in your hair tightening as you dove back into her. Despite eating her like a woman starved, you continued to take your time, your tongue not caressing any of the places that Kate needed it to. Still, when you sank into her center, Kate’s eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head as she clenched her jaw. You went on like that, licking, sucking, and tasting all of her, but not giving her the pleasure she truly needed to satisfy the growing ache in between her legs. It didn’t stop her from getting wetter, that’s for sure. The sounds, besides your shared, heavy breathing, were obscene and criminal. Wet squelches began to fill the air, every pass of your tongue against her body more sinful than the last.

Kate’s chest heaved and she let her head tip back until the full expanse of her flushed throat was exposed.

“Please, baby. Please. Don’t tease me.”

You looked at her, the sounds of her begging like music to your ears. From between her legs and with your mouth buried deep into her molten center, you took in the blissed expression on her face. You looked at the cute furrow of her eyebrows. You took in the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed thickly, the muscles within her neck working fluidly with every movement. Her mouth opened and closed, torn between succumbing to the pleasure and risking her reputation, or staying silent and in control.

You were going to make that decision for her when you readjusted her body to move the flat expanse of your tongue against her clit.

You felt it pulse, the thump of blood and the rush of heat through it calling out to you like a siren, and Kate’s thighs tensed the moment you suckled on it. Despite trying to hold it back, a small moan fell through parted lips.

“Oh my god, baby. Yes.”

You hummed your affirmation, the vibrations striking through her like a bolt of lightning. She arched her back in pleasure, her fingers now wicking through your hair to guide you as she pulled you closer. You started with gentle sucks, pulling her clit tenderly past your lips to shower it with steady licks. Then, you let it go to swirl your tongue around it steadily. That was the one. Kate’s breath hitched the moment she felt your tongue swirl against her expertly, the muscle causing her thighs to clench and her abs to flex as she fought to keep quiet.

You smirked knowing that if you were home, Kate would be a moaning mess. She tended to be a bit more vocal than you, so you knew that what you were doing to her now certainly wasn’t helping. Kate’s hips began to rock against your face, and you teased her pussy with your fingers. Swiping through the mess you were making of her, you started off easy with two, just to make sure that she was safe and comfortable. You pulled away, syrupy strings of her desire connecting you to her as you panted, your eyes not leaving hers once as you put those two fingers in your mouth. With quick swipes of your tongue, you coated them in a mixture of saliva and arousal, lubing them thoroughly before removing them from your mouth. Gently, you eased yourself inside Kate.

She moaned again, gutturally, deeply, the volume increasing slightly as you curled your fingers just right. You pressed against her, your fingers finding that perfect spot with practiced precision before pulling out and fucking them back into her. Kate panted, her core sucking you in gluttonously, like her body couldn’t get enough. The warm heat of her trembling body enveloped you, clenching, her come squelching, dripping onto you. The sight alone made your mouth water profusely. You ached for another taste of her, to drink Kate down until all you could think of was her.

But not yet.

She was clenching around you harder now, a sheen of sweat blossoming to life over her flawless skin. Kate was gasping, her pathetic attempt at swallowing her moans making her somehow louder than if she didn’t hold herself back. You slowed your movements but didn’t stop. A teasing smile, one still covered in her, shiny and slick, spread across your cheeks.

“Be quiet, babes. As much as I love the way that you sound, everyone in the building is still here.”

Kate grunted before she nodded profusely. She licked her lips, the tip of her pink tongue polishing kiss swollen flesh before she clenched her jaw shut. You kissed her inner thigh, both a tease and a reward, before you went back to fucking her with your hand. Most of Kate’s body was supported by the desk. One of her legs remain resting on your shoulder. Your other hand made sure to hold her other leg open for you, so that you could have unrestrained access to her.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Kate,” you whispered, utterly enthralled by the look and feel of her body in your hold. “Fuck.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, your teasing even grating against your own patience when you leaned forward. Immediately, your tongue pressed against her clit, the pressure firm and torturous. Kate’s reaction was to bite her tongue. Her sharp molars threatened to slice the muscle, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care when she felt you drag your tongue against her. She didn’t care when you suckled her clit into your mouth, and she certainly didn’t care when you trapped the bundle of nerves in between soft and plump lips, just to secure her in place, before you swirled your tongue in perfect circles over it.

Kate was wrecked.

Nails dug into polished wood. Her thighs began to shake. Trembling and unsteady breaths exited her through flared nostrils. You knew that she was about to come. Having learned her tells intimately, you knew that she could feel the growing heat and pressure of her mounting ecstasy. You knew with the way her back arched so slightly, with the way her abs flexed and relaxed with every laborious breath. You knew with the way her hips were grinding into your face, the way her desire was now dripping down your chin and neck. You struggled to swallow it all, not wanting any of it to go to waste. Kate let her head tip back, her long hair swaying with the movements of her body. Her throat was exposed, the muscles and flesh moving and bobbing with every desperate gulp of air.

Kate was so close.

Between the obscene sounds of her juices, the way her pussy clenched around your fingers, and the way more and more blood was rushing to her clit, Kate was surely going to fall over the edge. Small pants, ones that choked back the full force of her moans, did little to compete against the sounds emanating between her spread legs. Just a little more. Another sure curl of your fingers. Another sinful swirl of your tongue…just another second.

And then the phone rang.

Harsh. Dissonant. Loud. It completely shattered the lustful atmosphere that you and Kate cocooned yourself in, and Kate? She swore. The expletive the final swing of the executioner's sword on this moment. Nothing about it was hot. It clearly held every molecule of frustration that Kate felt.

“Keep going, please,” she rushed out. “I was almost there.”

You looked at her, your smile now transforming into a smirk. This was all a part of your plan. It was mean. It was so, so mean, but this couldn’t have worked out better even if you planned on being interrupted. To edge Kate, to see and hear the frustration and slight anger in her voice, it excited you. It meant that she was going to take that frustration out on you in the most delicious way. It meant that you would be at her mercy, and that was the only true way to get Kate Bishop to relax. She needed to fuck the anger, and irritation, and frustration out of her system.

And you did love being her stress outlet.

So, you leaned forward, pressing a gentle and loving kiss against her clit. You enjoyed the brief flash of hope, of appreciation, before you squashed it completely by removing your fingers and standing up.

“Sorry, baby,” you began before you sucked your fingers into your mouth. You made a show of it, savoring her, sighing contentedly as you cleaned yourself up. You removed your fingers when you could taste nothing but your own saliva, and they left your mouth with a lewd, wet pop. “I know that’s your mother.”

Realization, and the slightest notes of betrayal, darkened her eyes and made her mouth drop. You eased her underwear back up into place, fixing them with soft touches and more presses of your sticky lips against her sweaty thighs.

“Are you being serious?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, doing nothing but smudging the residual traces of her slick across flushed skin, before you leaned passed her to press a button on her phone. Immediately, the call went to speaker, a voice cutting through the audio.

“Katherine. Elizabeth. Bishop!”

Oooof. That was going to be a tough phone call.

“Why is Walker bitching to me on the other line???” Eleanor demanded.

You took that as your cue, kissing Kate’s slacked lips as you gathered your things and made your way towards the door. Kate stared at you, her expression full of disbelief as you blew her another kiss and whispered to her that you loved her. You closed the door to her office with finality, opening it just enough to slip out so that her workers wouldn’t get a good look at her disheveled state. Kate continued to stare, the thump of her blood and the aching pulse of dissatisfaction between her legs stunning her. It wasn’t until her mother snapped, her daughter’s silence and Walker’s complaints pushing her over the edge of patience, that Kate blinked back to reality.

“Kate!”

Kate released a slow breath before she bent over to grab her pants and put them back on. She reached to her office phone, transferred the call to her personal cell and grabbed her keys.

“What are you doing?” Eleanor demanded when she heard the jingle of metal and the sounds of movement through the receiver.

“I need to make a pit stop home,” was all she said, her voice flat.

Eleanor couldn’t see the color of tumultuous blue overtake her daughter’s eyes. She couldn’t see the way Kate clenched her fist around her keys, the sharpened points of metal digging painfully into calloused skin. Kate was a woman on a mission. After the day she had, there was no way that she was going to let that go.

She didn’t bother with fixing her appearance. Kate left the building as she was. When she reached her car in the garage, she turned it on and peeled out of the parking spot, the sharp squeal of rubber on cement echoing vociferously in the air. She shifted gears fluidly, her feet switching between the gas and clutch as she raced home.

Kate already knew what she was going to do. She patched the call through her sports car as she drove.

“Walker is about to be shit out of luck if he doesn’t stop,” she spat as she weaved through traffic.

+++

You knew the text for what it was: a trap. You parked your car next to hers before taking out your phone and rereading her message again. Kate sent it to you over an hour ago, asking for you to come back to her office at the end of the day. There wasn’t an “I love you”. She didn’t add any emojis. It was just that one simple message. Short, sweet, and to the point.

And you knew that when you walked into her office, you would be entering the lion’s den.

You ran home and showered, washing off the weight of the workday before returning to Kate. You still opted to wear the same clothes, but you changed your undergarments to freshen up altogether. Now, you were sitting in the car, your heart thundering in your chest from either nervousness or excitement. You couldn’t figure it out as you pocketed your phone.

When you entered the building, the first thing you noticed was that it was empty. You looked around, and not a single soul was in sight. Not even the nightly patrol guards. You could drop a pin right now, and it would be the loudest object in the hallway. If it weren’t for the fact that you knew Kate was here, this would be eerie and creepy as hell. You’ve never seen the building this empty, especially not in the evening or at night. The sun was descending below the horizon, notes of orange and pink dusting the sky as it transitioned from day to night. You immediately beelined for the elevator, taking it to the top floor and entering Kate’s office with little hesitation.

She sat there, her eyes focused as she typed, her upper body barely visible behind the computer screen she worked behind. Though her eyes didn’t look up from her task, a bright smile did illuminate her face.

“Hey, honey. Glad that you’re able to make it.”

You hesitated, a look of suspicion twisting your features as you took the few steps needed to reach her side. This wasn’t the reaction you were expecting to receive for your earlier antics. Kate hated to be edged. Actually, correction. Kate hated to be edged if it meant she didn’t receive her gratification immediately afterwards. She told you that the ache and the need messed with her ability to concentrate on work, and what you did was stack more frustration on top of what she already felt from earlier in her day. You would have thought that Kate would be livid right now. Instead, she greeted you calmly…suspiciously calm…and you looked at her with a knowing expression. Not everything was what it seemed.

The closer you got to your wife, the more you noticed that she showered too. You could see it mostly in her hair. It looked softer, like she washed it and let it air dry. The waves cascaded neatly down her back, a feat that still made you jealous of her to this day. Your hair could never. Kate was also in a suit, a different one from earlier in the day. It was darker, almost a chestnut color, with small, thin, white stripes running down the length of her pants and suit jacket. Underneath, she wore a white, pressed dress shirt and a black and white polka dot tie. It was an antiquated look, but a look that suit her perfectly. You could smell her cologne. Expensive and spiced, like aged wood and liquor.

“Are you okay?” you asked her slowly, taking in the report she was typing and her relaxed features.

“I’m fine,” she answered, and you could hear the honesty in her voice. “I have one more meeting and then I’m hoping that we can spend some time together.”

You laughed, the shaking in your chest caught between incredulousness and nervousness.

“So you’re not mad?”

Kate smiled, as smooth and sweet as honey. “No baby. I’m hoping that you wouldn’t mind sticking around for the meeting though.”

“No, of course not.”

Kate finished her report, sent it off to where it needed to go, before pushing away from her desk. Her legs were spread, the material of her pants bunched around her hips and upper thighs. You were none the wiser to anything going on, though your defenses weren’t a hundred percent lowered. You would admit that you weren’t prepared for what was going to happen next.

“There’s just one more thing that I need for you to do for me, if that’s okay?”

You nodded and watched as she stood up. Her hands went to her belt, and you smirked, assuming that she’d want to pick up from where you both left off at lunch.

You couldn’t be any more wrong.

When Kate’s pants dropped, you were greeted with something that made your breath hitch. She was packing, a strap already secured around her hips. The harness, a black jock strap with a small pride flag embroidered closer to her upper hip, was fastened and secured to her body. What made you gulp nervously, however, was the sight of the dildo. It was a gradient purple. Not surprising for Kate. But it was thick. Perhaps too thick in comparison to anything you’ve taken in the past. It was girthy, at least the width of four of Kate’s strong fingers, and it was round. The toy itself was shaped, vaguely, like a penis, but it was smooth all around. It had no defining characteristics to give it a realistic look. No. The head of it was bulbous, and resting on the top were two humps, back to back. The first hump, near the head, was smaller than the second, which sat closer to Kate.

You watched with widening eyes as Kate removed her suit jacket and hung it on the back of her chair. Then, she undid the buttons to the cuffs of her dress shirt, rolling the sleeves up to her elbows to ensure they stayed out of her way. You watched as her hand wrapped around the toy to stroke it up and down. The silicone was soft and malleable. Kate wasn’t fisting it hard to make it move in the way that she wanted, but what caught your attention was that she could barely and comfortably wrap her entire hand around it. Only her middle and ring fingers were touching her thumb with every lazy pass of her fist. That’s it. You tried to swallow the developing nervous pit in your throat with little luck.

“I thought-” you began, but your voice failed you when Kate motioned you towards her with the crook of her finger. “I thought that you weren’t mad?”

“I’m not,” she answered with a sly smile. “I don’t need to be mad at you to want to get even.”

Touché. You approached her with faltering steps, and the moment that you were close enough, Kate took your hand.

“Baby, I don’t think that’s going to fit inside of me,” you confessed nervously.

Up close, it was much, much thicker. You wondered where Kate could have found such a dildo outside of a gag gift store. Kate chuckled, the sound teetering on the edge of harsh as she looked at you and took her seat back in her chair.

“Don’t you worry about that, baby girl. It’s my job to make it fit. But we’re getting too ahead of ourselves.”

She sat back in her chair, making herself comfortable as you stood in between her spread legs. Her hands went to her shirt and unbuttoned the garment until you saw nothing but abs and her sports bra. She took off the tie and flung it to the side carelessly, but she didn’t make any moves to remove anything else. Kate let it hang open as she looked at you expectantly.

In this moment, Kate had never looked so fucking good. She leaned to the side and rested her chin in her open hand. She was the picture of unrestrained masculinity as her smirk settled into something confident. Her chest rose and fell lightly, her body at ease as the strap she donned sat intimidatingly between her legs. Though you’ve never taken a toy this size, you were always ready for a challenge. Already, you could feel yourself growing wet at the prospect of sitting on her lap. You set down your keys, and unbuttoned your own shirt, matching her state of undress as your free hand undid your slacks.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked.

Kate’s smirk widened. “I want you to get on your knees and suck me off. Think you can handle that?”

You didn’t answer her. You didn’t have to. You followed her directions, seamlessly slipping onto your knees in between her legs. Your hand wrapped around the dildo, and to your surprise, it was softer than what its size would suggest. The silicone was pliable, the material easily conforming and changing under your grip. It brought you more comfort knowing that it felt real. There was nothing more uncomfortable and off putting than getting fucked by something that felt like a foreign object. It easily bent under the force of your strength, but its malleability did little to quell the nervousness you felt about its size. You were lucky if you’d be able to swallow anything past the head, and you gave Kate a pointed stare. She looked at you, her gaze soft and patient as she carded her fingers through your hair.

“We’ll go your pace. As always.”

That made you smile. One thing that you loved about Kate was that she always made you feel safe. Her words settled something in you, put you at ease. Never once has she forced you to do something you’ve never wanted to do. To hear the verbal reassurance that you were safe with her, always made the love you feel for her throb in your chest. You leaned forward to place an all-consuming kiss on her lips before pulling away. Then, you kept eye contact with your wife as you leaned forward and placed a sloppy kiss on the head of her cock. Kate sighed, the view of you sucking her off more erotic than she was prepared for it to be.

Starting off slow, you wrapped your lips around the head, your tongue swirling around it as the taste of clean silicone filled your mouth. It was big, your jaw already struggling to accommodate it, but you relaxed. Your head bobbed up and down as you worked on taking more. Kate sat there, her breaths growing deeper as she watched you move your mouth and hand in tandem. You were doing so well, the soft swallowing noises, the slurps, and the choking sounds you were making were like music to her ears. Eventually, she watched you pull away, your swollen lips coated in your own shiny spit. Kate watched as you closed your mouth and worked your jaw. You swirled your tongue, gathering a glob of saliva that you spat on her cock, the fluid dribbling down the silicone until you wrapped your hand around it and spread it around. Every pass of your fist, and every wet squelch that you made, made Kate’s toes curl, her nostrils flaring as she fought to control herself.

She watched you, her eyes focusing, but no words passing through clenched lips as you took the toy back into your mouth and swallow as much as you could. You gagged, and then slurped, your hand meeting you in the middle as you bobbed your head up and down. You could smell Kate’s arousal, and assumed it was from earlier today when you edged her. However, when you moved your mouth up, your hand following in the same direction, it forced the dildo to shift in Kate’s harness. That’s when a few things happened all at once. First, Kate moaned. Unrestricted and guttural, her head falling back as her hips rose off the chair. Second, when the dildo shifted in your grip, you heard it. It was faint but unmistakable. The wet squelch of Kate’s sopping pussy. You paused, your eyes widening when you realized that the dildo was double ended, and that every move you made could be felt by her. You wouldn’t be able to see it, unless Kate really made a mess of herself, but you could hear it and smell it. That was enough for a devious smile to spread across your lips.

“I see why I’m down here now,” you husked before licking the underside of her cock.

Kate squirmed but she rose a flawless eyebrow. “This is for your benefit, sweetheart, not mine. At least, not yet. I plan on coming as deep inside of you as I can.”

You looked at her, the question written all over your face. If you weren’t doing this to make Kate come in your mouth, then why were you doing this at all? She answered you wordlessly, helping you to your feet and helping you undress completely. She was soft with her touches. Gentle. Tender. Reverent. Every part of you that was exposed to her, she kissed until it was just you. Just skin. Just your body. Just the amazing woman that she fell in love with. Her hands rested on your hips as she drank you in, her eyes wide and dark with want and lust.

“Gorgeous,” she breathed before she turned you around and away from her.

You knew what was coming next, and Kate was gentle and loving with you all the same. She parted your legs as you sat down, her hand holding the spit slicked dildo steady as she guided it towards your entrance. You could feel its softness against your center, the silicone cool while the growing, heated ache of being turned on beat in time with your heart. It scorched you from the inside out. Kate didn’t force you down. She waited, her lips pressing kisses against your sensitive back to ground you.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded, inhaling a deep breath as she guided you down. The head of her cock was fat, the tip of it catching against your entrance as Kate gently eased her way in. The toy gave way to the shape of your body easily, your core immediately clenching around it. The stretch was instantaneous, the delicious burn of it forcing a broken moan from you.

“Oh, god,” you whimpered as one inch, then two, then three, sank into your body.

You were stretched so wide open that it almost, almost, hurt, the intrusion making your eyes roll to the back of your head. It became apparent what those two humps were for, the ones that sat on top of the dildo. As more glorious inches sank into you, they pressed against your g-spot, and your pussy fluttered against the pressure they exerted within you. The head was buried deep, deep enough to cause another hungry ache to breathe to life inside of you. It consumed you, your body a slave to the feeling, and you found it hard to let the full weight of your body rest on Kate’s thighs. Not because you were scared that you were crushing her. Not because you were in pain, but because the pleasure was already so intense, already so overwhelming, that you couldn’t keep still, and Kate wasn’t even moving inside of you yet.

“Relax, baby,” Kate encouraged, her hands reaching around your body to play with your nipples.

The moment her fingers closed around them, you clenched around her again, another hitched breath getting caught in your chest. Heat and more want blanketed your body from the front, every gentle tweak of your nipple sending a pull of arousal straight to your core. The movement served its purpose when you truly leaned back against Kate, the weight of your back pressing flush against her bra and abs.

“That’s it,” she cooed. “That’s my girl.”

Kate rolled her hips experimentally, and you grabbed at her wrists. To pull her closer or push her away, you didn’t know. What you did know was that your brain short circuited the moment you felt her cock sink into you even further. It reached into places that have never been touched before, and it fucked against several spots of aching and deep pleasure inside of you. It hit them all at once, all simultaneously, and you couldn’t stop the gasp that fell from you. Kate smirked as she continued to play with your nipples. You were about to say something, but the ring of her office phone interrupted you.

“Here is what’s about to happen,” Kate said with clear authority in her voice. “You’re going to sit here and not say a word while I have this meeting. Do not move. Don’t you even so much as twitch. I have business to take care of, and once I’m done, you’ll have my undivided attention.”

A meeting? Fuck. This was a bad idea, and you were just about to stand up.

“Baby, I don’t think that’s a good idea-”

You got maybe an inch off her cock when you felt her hands grab your hips and force you back down. It sank back into you easily with the help of your dripping arousal. You coated the toy in no time at all, a ring of creamy white already forming around the base. You choked on your spit, the pleasure licking up your spine with a deadly amount of heat and electricity. Full. You felt so, so fucking full. It split you open, no part of you left untouched.

“I said no moving,” Kate reiterated with a wide smile on her face. She was enjoying this a little too much. “You can be my good little slut and be quiet, can you?”

“W-Who-” you tried, only to be interrupted by another lazy roll of Kate’s hips. You hissed, your hands grabbing blindly at whatever as you fought to ground yourself. “Who’s this meeting with?”

“Walker.”

Walker? John Walker??? Oh...

+++

You knew that cock warming Kate would be no easy task, but what you failed to take into account was that she had no intentions of making this even feasible for you.

This was the pay back that you were waiting for, and tears were streaming down your cheeks. An hour had passed. What Kate and Walker were talking about, you wouldn’t know, having lost your concentration after ten minutes. At first, you were determined to win this. You’ve done this before, having sat through more tedious conferences many times over, but your body was too overwhelmed by the toy that was buried deep into you. Kate would shift her hips, her body rearranging itself in her seat to find another comfortable position. How could something so small be such hell for you? Every shift of her body, and every breath that she took, pressed the humps of the toy against you. It didn’t take long for the whimpering to start. The first time it happened, you felt Kate pinch your nipple harshly, a torturous reminder for you to be quiet. You swallowed it all back, determined to see this to the end, but that was until you felt Kate’s free hand move towards your clit. You were already hanging on by a thread, but this was too much. You would have moaned, loudly, if Kate hadn’t anticipated it. The hand on your breast flew up to your mouth, and the next thing you knew, three of her fingers were a makeshift gag for you.

“Easy,” she whispered to you, just loud enough to be heard over Walker’s irritating voice.

She pressed the pads of her fingers against your tongue, and you focused on them, on literally anything else besides the roaring ache of fullness in between your legs. You thought that she wouldn’t do anything else, but, again, you were wrong. Her finger kept circling against your clit, your legs beginning to shake when you realized that the pressure was just enough to make you feel it, but not enough to bring you relief.

Kate went on like that for an hour. She never gave you any reprieve. The moment she felt your legs began to close, she used her own to open them back up and resume her teasing. Tears had stained your cheeks a while ago, salty tracks of wetness against splotchy cheeks made Kate smile as her mouth went back to the curve of your neck. She already sucked several bruising marks into your skin, the skin sensitive and raw with every pass of her tongue. They were deeper and darker than the ones that she left on your chest earlier today, and they ached in the same way that your pussy ached. The pain and the pleasure swirled around each other, a delicate dance of sensation that had you on the verge of leaning forward to end the call if that meant that you would get some relief right now.

Kate’s lap was an utter mess. You couldn’t tell if the fluid oozing out of you was come from orgasms you weren’t sure you were having, or if it was continuous arousal from Kate’s copious amounts of teasing. The line blurred forever ago, and based on the way your body was teetering on a precarious edge, you were inclined to believe the latter. An orgasm from this toy was going to make or break you, and you weren’t sure which would happen until it did.

“So, are we in agreement then?” Kate confirmed while another wet and sinful pass of her fingers against your bundle of nerves weakly filled the air.

She was kissing your tears away, her lips whispering words of encouragement and praise to you that only you could hear. And that was generous considering the loud rush of blood in your ears.

You squeezed her hand as you sucked on her fingers, the wet sensation between your legs increasing the more you leaked all over your wife. Your throat was covered in spit and marks. Your core shined and glimmered under the layer of arousal that clung to you like a second skin.

“Yes,” Walker answered begrudgingly.

Kate explained the situation to her mother. She told her how exactly Walker overstepped, and how his day almost ended with bankruptcy and a company about to go under. Once Eleanor learned of the specifics, she praised Kate for a job well done, a rare moment of congratulations for how Kate handled things, and told Walker that maybe he should watch his mouth before disrespecting the person that held him literally by the balls. It was what led to this phone call, John Walker’s version of a PR clean up.

If she had to be honest, Kate truly didn’t care for this. She easily could have rescheduled it for another day, but she didn’t want to pass up a chance at getting even with you. You were soaking her. Even without thrusting, she could feel how hard you were clenching around her. Your clit was engorged, the organ a pulsing red by now. The fact that you lasted this long was nothing short of spectacular. If the roles were reversed, she would have started fucking you with Walker on the line. Absolutely no fucks given. Kate held you closer, reassuring you as more tears of ache and want spilled down your cheeks.

“Excellent. As always, I do enjoy our little chats.” No, she didn’t. If you weren’t in this predicament, you would have scoffed at her blatant lie. “I’ll talk to you at the next conference.”

Kate didn’t let him answer. She reached passed you, your bodies shifting as she leaned forward. It forced the silicone to press against your upper wall, the muscles already tense with mounting energy that begged to be released. It forced you to squeeze your eyes closed, before she pressed on the button that ended the call. The moment there was silence, you sniffled, some of the tension bleeding from your body as you inhaled a shaky breath.

“Katie,” you began, your voice raw and your throat thick from swallowing down your sobs. “Please, baby. Please! Please!”

“It’s okay,” she cooed, genuinely wanting to soothe the ache within you.

She eased you up and moved you forward, your body still facing away from her and towards her desk. It became clear what she was about to do, and you let her bend you over the mahogany. The cool press of wood was a blessing against your scorching skin, but it wasn’t the relief that you were looking for. Salvation of that kind came from the woman behind you, the one that held your hips with strong hands.

“I have you, baby girl. Let me do the rest.”

You nodded, your lip worrying between your teeth. Kate didn’t ease you into things. She pulled out, simple as that, the pass of silicone against your sensitive walls making you hiss at the sensation. Without warning, she slammed back in, her hips pressing flush against yours as she buried the toy deep into you. You gasped, your back arching when an orgasm immediately ripped through you. There was no build up, no warning. Just the sudden feeling of falling over the edge as a broken moan filled the office. Kate didn’t stop. She wasn’t going to stop. She fucked you through your first orgasm of the night, the filthy wet sounds of your sopping pussy filling her office with sin and sex. Though it was sudden, your climax was intense. Your hand shot out to grab at Kate’s desk, and in doing so, knocked something off that clattered loudly on the floor. Every second that Kate edged you lit up your nerves like a 4th of July parade. A mixture of grunts and moans filled the air while another gush of your wetness spilled from between your legs. Kate’s hands caressed every inch of you, her skin grounding against yours.

“Fuck, gorgeous. That’s it,” Kate groaned. “You’re so beautiful when you come on my cock.”

The energy threatened to drown you alive, the texture of the dildo rubbing everything with such intensity that you couldn’t make a sound. Despite your lack of noise, the evidence of your pleasure was painted between the space you shared with Kate. You made a mess of her, your juices soaking into the harness. Wet slaps of skin against skin filled the air, every press of hips against yours smudging your gooey slick between your bodies.

Kate reveled in the absolute mess she made of you. Every time she pulled out, sticky strings of come connected you to her. Your flesh was red and puffy, the smell of your arousal filling her senses to the brim. Kate was drunk on it all. She was drunk on you. She swiped her fingers through your core, gathering your desire on her fingertips. Warm. Slick. All of it was you. Kate popped those fingers into her mouth, her eyes fluttering as she savored your taste.

Below her, you were gasping, your body liquified in a way you hadn’t felt before.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered as you tried to sit up.

Kate chuckled, the sound just dark enough to make you tense. “You didn’t think that I’d let you off that easy, did you?”

It was your only warning before you felt hands and sure strength flip you over. Instead of being on your stomach and faced away from Kate, you were now on your back while making eye contact with her. Her desk was in utter disarray. Not only did you knock things off the surface, but Kate’s rough fucking ensured that anything not secured to the top was now lying haphazardly on the ground. That included the computer monitor and the keyboard. The wood was wet with sweat and more, your juices smudging across the glossy mahogany. If Eleanor found out, not only would she be so viscerally disgusted, but she would be horrified to know what you and Kate put this desk through. It was expensive, worth more than any money you’d see in your own paycheck.

The speed in which you found yourself lying face up made you blink dazedly, and by the time your surroundings caught up with you, Kate was already sinking herself back into you. She watched, enraptured, as your center parted for her. Soft, soaked flesh wrapped around her strap, and for a moment, Kate wished that it was real. She wished that she could feel you wrapping around her, clenching around her, choking her cock with the strength of a vice. You moaned, your eyes immediately shutting while Kate held your legs open. She wouldn’t let you close them. Your muscles fluttered beneath her palms, the skin flushed and sweaty. She sank in deep, so deep that you weren’t sure that you’d survive it. Your other hand shot out to grab her hip. It was instinctive, a reaction to being overstimulated, and it kept her from sinking into you any further. Nope. Kate did not like that.

“Move.”

Kate took that hand and laced her fingers through yours, her hold heaven and hell at the same time. Then, she pinned it down to the desk beside you.

“You’re going to take all of it,” she promised, her hips pressing against yours.

You don’t know why, but in this angle, you could truly feel the texture and the girth. Never mind already orgasming on this thing once. This truly felt like you were being split in half. Even in your own ears, the squelch of your desire around her was so loud and filthy. The smell of sex and sweat permeated the air, but you could hardly focus on any of that when you felt Kate press into you until she couldn’t anymore. That’s when you felt it in full force. The satisfying ache. The feeling of being so full without Kate being too deep within you. Your legs shook as whimpers tumbled from your kiss swollen lips.

“Katie,” you sobbed, fresh tears gathering in your eyes. “I can’t!”

“You can,” she answered simply, her voice leaving no room for discussion. “You can take it. Isn’t that right?”

Your breath stuttered, a rush of heat washing over your body. She didn’t give you a chance to answer. Kate was already moving, starting off slower this time to ease you into it. You were dripping now. With every thrust, more and more desire ran down between your legs. Kate had you spread so wide, to accommodate both her muscular body and her cock, that you could feel the sensation of wetness trailing down below. Kate was slow, attentive, a wide smile spread across her lips as she rolled her hips into yours. She leaned down, the tip of her nose brushing against heated skin as she breathed you in.

“You’re so cute, baby, do you know that? You’re so lovely when you’re like this. Shining brighter than a star. Even when you’re crying. Even when you’re making such a fucking mess, you are so perfect.”

Kate began to pick up speed, her hips becoming a blur of movement. Slaps filled the air, and you sobbed from the intensity of it all. She was fucking into that perfect spot, the one that made it feel like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. Kate maneuvered your legs over her shoulders, her hands releasing you to grab your hips and hold you in place. That’s when she began to use the momentum of your bodies to fuck into you. She was rough, the desk slightly scuffing across the floor with every solid stroke of her hips. Already, another orgasm was beginning to grow. You could feel it from the tips of your toes and to the roots of your hair. Your body clenched around the strap, forcing Kate to grab you tighter and move your body around her.

“Fuck!” you cried, your voice raw and broken. Kate smirked, loving the way that you were succumbing to the pleasure she was giving you.

She didn’t show any signs of slowing down. Not when your voice pitched. Not when she leaned over you again and your hands clawed at her back. Not when you begged for her to... stop? Speed up? You didn’t know anymore. You knew that you were making noise, suddenly glad that the building was empty, but even you couldn’t decipher what you were trying to say. Kate Bishop managed to fuck you stupid, your brain a mush of broken thoughts, and your body not doing too much better.

“Are you about to come, sweetheart?” Kate asked, her voice gentle with no traces of teasing to be heard.

You nodded furiously, too far gone for words. Kate worked you back up to the peak, to the point where it felt like you were standing on the edge of a cliff. It was all collecting within you. The heat. The energy. The pleasure. You were going to orgasm, the constant stimulation to your g-spot driving you wild. This one felt different though. It felt deeper, like it was coming from a place hidden within you that you’ve never accessed before.

Kate watched you lovingly, her eyes reflecting the passion that she felt for you. She meant what she said. You were utterly beautiful like this, and the best part? Only she got to see you like this. You only fell apart like this just for her. Only you allowed her to see you past the fear, past the sorrow, past the very things that shaped you into who you were. It was in this moment that she truly realized just how much she loved you. Kate had to touch you. She needed a reminder that you, and this moment, were both real. Very real.

Kate reached out and rested her hand on your lower stomach. That’s when she felt it. The bulge from her strap. She couldn’t see it beyond watching it sink into you, and it wasn’t like Kate wanted to see it protrude from within your body. But feeling it was a different religious experience. She could feel the way her cock bullied itself deep, the way it pushed into you. She didn’t press down, not yet, but her hand stayed there as she savored the way it felt against her palm.

Your eyes fluttered open, the dwindling and residual sunlight that filtered through slitted blinds, blurry and fuzzy to you. You tried to call out to her, to warn her that something was happening to you. It wasn’t a question of whether you were going to come, because you were. There was no turning back. With every thrust, Kate was burying her cock to the hilt, the smack of her hips adding fuel to the fire that ran amok within you. It was a question of whether you were going to survive it, because if you were being truthful, it didn’t feel like you were going to. You were pulled tight, your nerves stretched like a rubber band under tension.

“Look at me, babe,” Kate encouraged, her hand cupping your cheek when she could see the slight panic on your face. You did just that, the action easy when she guided you to her gaze. “I’m right here, okay? Just let it happen. Let me see it.”

Her free hand slipped between your joined bodies and began to rub your clit again with sure, steady strokes. Her actions sealed your fate, and your body lurched in response. The equivalent of a bomb detonated inside of you, your orgasm imploding to wash you in a pleasure so profound that your breath froze in your lungs. Kate felt it the moment your body swallowed her strap and clenched. You went rigid entirely as you came. It was exquisite. Explosive. Charged. Passionate. The line between pain and pleasure eroded even more, and you could feel yourself untethering.

Something else was happening to you. It was like a dam bursting under pressure. A sudden tension and a cooling release. A sense of relief washed over you, your legs shaking more. Kate’s hand was still on your lower stomach, unmoving until now. She pressed down, her strokes still thorough and deep. That’s when another burst of hot fluid sprayed from you, soaking both you and her. You could feel it and Kate swore, her blue eyes deep and reverent at the fact that she just made you squirt. She moaned, her strokes devolving into tiny thrusts. Each one forced more and more fluid out of you. The sounds of small splatters gushing onto the desk filled the office. They mixed in with the sounds of your whimpers and Kate’s heavy breathing.

Colors exploded behind closed eyelids. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t moan. You didn’t have the breath for it. Instead, you whimpered one word. It was who you needed in the moment, the one person that would keep you from floating away.

“Katie.”

Your voice. It was so soft that if Kate wasn’t close to you, she wouldn’t have heard it. But she did, and she was there, pressing a kiss so deep and profound onto your lips that you drowned even more. You clung onto her like she was a life raft. Meanwhile, Kate’s rhythm was unraveling at the seams. She was at her own peak, the pleasure of watching you fall apart for her was too much. She was trying to keep going, to make everything last just a little while longer, but the moment you came, so did she just a few moments later. Kate groaned, her thrusts stuttering to a stop when she sank deep into you and faltered. The insert inside of her had functioned beautifully, pressing and massaging and stimulating all those spots inside of her that turned her legs into jelly. Her desire mixed into yours, the exchange filthy enough to make Kate want more. More pleasure. More sex. More of this. More of you.

“Breathe for me, honey.”

Through it all, you hadn’t even realized that you were holding your breath, but you could feel the burn of oxygen deprivation in your lungs. You gasped, a sudden inhale tearing through your open mouth while Kate held you close. Your orgasm ravaged your body until the energy slowly fizzled out, until there was nothing more that it could take. With a weak sob, you collapsed onto the desk, completely spent and utterly ruined. Kate was a mess. Her skin shined with sweat, her hair curling under the weight of it. Her skin was flushed, her cheeks and neck a deep pink from both exertion and fatigue. She was soaked in you, trails of your come painting a path of evidence down her body. It was sloppy and beautiful.

It took a long while to feel your body again. You’d come dangerously close to passing out. If it weren’t for Kate holding you close, you would have slipped away entirely under the weight of thundering blood and fading vision. Now, she was cuddled into you. Her movements stopped a while ago, her hips still pressed against yours, the strap still buried deep, but her body unmoving. Her cheek rested on top of your chest while she listened to the slowing beat of your heart. Everything was a mess. You were a mess. You were still on Kate’s desk, your legs off her shoulders but still supported by her body with her nestled against you. Both you and Kate were slick with sweat and come. Little aftershocks and post coital bliss had you feeling high and floaty. All you could do was lie there, breathe, and hold on to your wife. Eventually, you wiped your cheeks with shaking hands, wiping your skin free of tears, and laughed as you ran your fingers through Kate’s hair. She was smiling, looking simultaneously dopey and silly. Little beads of sweat trickled down the sides of her head. She was just as spent as you were. She was exhausted, but importantly, sated.

“I’m never edging you again,” you said, chuckling weakly.

Kate smirked, her fingers tenderly tracing the curve of your jaw. “Good. A lesson well learned.”

It was a few minutes later when Kate slowly and gently removed the strap. You could hear it more than feel it leaving you, your juices clinging to the silicone before it left you with a wet pop. Kate stood back and smirked, admiring the little bit of desire that trickled out of you to pool on the desk. That’s when you watched her walk away, grab her phone, and snap a picture of the mess in between your legs.

“Fuck, baby,” she breathed, admiring the picture and you.

You sat up, your arms wobbling while feeling just the slightest bit faint. Cleaning up was about to be fun. Kate was going to have to hunt down the janitor’s closet to find the strongest disinfectant that they had. Until then, she helped you up, her steady hands fussing over you when your legs threatened to buckle. Kate removed the strap, placing it on an empty plastic bag that she happened to have, before she helped you get dressed. She kissed you and admired you, helping you clean yourself to the best of your ability until you both got home. You did the same for her, though admittedly, you were slower, your body still a mess of jumbled nerves and crossed wires.

Kate looked at you as she tried to fight a laugh, but she failed horribly. “Do I need to find you a wheelchair???”

“Don’t think that I’m not going to get you back for this, Bishop.”

You were being silly but maybe taking it easy right now was for the best. Kate, though happy and on cloud nine, fussed over you, making sure that you were okay even after she fucked you like her life depended on it. You clung onto her and let her dote on you, smiling and kissing and loving her all the same. Even when she stopped and got food, even when she got you home and you showered together, and even when you fell asleep in her arms with her lips pressed against her forehead, you remember this as the night Kate made you feel so loved and so beautiful, like you were worthy of this kind of devotion all along.

And you were going to pay her back by waking her up with your mouth first thing in the morning.

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