Summary: Yelena is struggling to take her new medicine, but Kate has a few tricks up her sleeve.

Warnings: not proof read, I've never written smut before, smut with a little plot, angst, fluff, smut, medication, gagging/choking on said medication and also a strap, Red Room reference, strap on usage(oral), face fucking (Y receiving), strap sucking (K receiving?), cunnilingus (K receiving), strap on referred to as a cock, autistic!Yelena, switch!Yelena, switch!Kate, autistic overstimulation, Yelena has an oral fixation, spit kink if you squint, I think that's it, let me know if I missed any.

A/N: I've had this idea for a while and finally got around to making it a reality. Please keep in mind that this is literally my first time EVER writing smut :))) constructive criticism and feedback is welcome and encouraged. Enjoy and be horny <333

Yelena Belova was a coward.

It's true, really. She'll tell you herself. Wanna know why she's a coward?

She can't take her own fucking pills.

Here she is now, standing in the bathroom with the lights dimmed to avoid hurting her already over-sensitive eyes. She has her cup of water. It's cold, but not cold enough to bite at the fleshy insides of her cheeks- the perfect amount of chill to it. She hated room temperature. The way it always sat uncomfortably on her tongue and in her throat.

Three little pills sit in her other hand, staring at her with disdain. They're wet and sticky from already being in her mouth, their bland colors dissolving off of them in disgusting rivulets of saliva. They had hit the back of her tongue over and over as she tried to swallow them with cup after cup after cup of water, but each time, they came right back up.

Tears of frustration prick her eyes, and Yelena dumps the damp pills onto the counter with a soft noise of disgust, her nose scrunching as she bares her teeth and makes fist at her sides. Why was this so hard? They were so fucking small. She had managed to swallow much bigger things when in the Red Room. Missions had sometimes required such a thing. There'd been an actual tracker in her stomach once- it had been the size of her thumb. Her fucking thumb.

Nausea ripples in her belly at the memory, and Yelena presses her hand to her gut, her fingers trembling. The tears are silent, and they thankfully don't burn as they slip from her lashes, but she hates them all the same.

It feels like she's choking each time she fails to take the pills. And she needs to take them. She knows she does. It's only a matter of time before the confusion and darkness and exhaustion finally reach her and pull her under.

The dread grows bigger and scarier every damn day, and by some cruel twist of fate, only these stupid fucking pills could fix her.

Plus, she had promised Kate Bishop that she would take them. That was what really mattered.

Yelena ends up staring at the half-dissolved pills for several more minutes before a sigh escapes her nose, her lips heavy and leaden, the way they always were when she felt herself starting to go nonverbal. Well, whatever. See if she cared. It was fine.

She was fine.

When the assassin opens the bathroom door and steps back into the quiet apartment, she's greeted by her favorite sight- Kate Bishop's gentle smile. For a second, she feels guilt clawing up her spine, her mind focused entirely on the pills that were surely completely wasted by now, rotting away on the bathroom counter.

But there isn't enough time to be silently shameful. Kate stands from the stool she's sitting on at the kitchen bar, and her arms are the perfect amount of gentle and steady when she pulls Yelena into a hug. The blonde sighs again, her breath warm on Kate's neck. She tucks her head under the archer's chin and wills the moment to last forever.

It never does, of course. Kate pulls away a few moments later, her touch tender when she cups Yelena's face. The calluses on her palms used to irritate Yelena's skin, but now she lets out a little contented sigh of relief when the rougher patches of the archer's palms brush over her overheated cheeks.

"Were you able to take your medicine okay, sweet girl?" Kate murmurs softly, her tone the perfect tenor to balm the ringing in Yelena's ears.

Except that the question itself makes the ringing even louder, and The Pout slams into full force on Yelena's face, her bottom lip jutting out devastatingly as she shakes her head. The motion makes sparks of irritation flash in her neck, and she swears she can hear her vertebrae grinding together.

Kate coos gently and cups her mercifully cold hands around the back of Yelena's neck, as if she can already see the nonsensical pain in her spine. Honestly, Yelena wouldn't put it past her. The archer was beyond attentive. It's like she had sixth sense for what Yelena needed.

She was in love with her.

"What happened, baby?" the brunette murmurs, eyes soft and tone unaccusing.

Yelena leans into her girlfriend's hands, letting her eyes close as Kate holds her weight up easily. "I just..." The words are hot and uncomfortable in her mouth, like a thick, ugly rug being scraped over her already dry tongue. She swallows tightly to try to alleviate some of the pain, but that only sends sharp heat lancing through her jaw, and those stupid tears build in her eyes again.

Kate is oh-so-gentle when she brushes said tears away with the soft pads of her thumbs, and when one of the digits passes over the corner of Yelena's mouth, it lingers there for a moment in silent invitation. Yelena takes the offer immediately, relief dripping down her spine as she gently clamps her teeth down into the knuckle of Kate's thumb. She can taste the salt of her own tears on the archer's skin.

"There we go, honey, you're alright," Kate whispers to her, using the fingers of her occupied hand to support Yelena's chin while her thumb is in her mouth. "Just breathe for a little bit with me."

Yelena does so, breathing slowly through her nose and letting her eyes close as she sucks at the digit in her mouth, her tongue subconsciously swirling over Kate's skin. In any other moment with contact like this, the two would likely be in the midst of desperately making out, but the action doubled to soothe the assassin whenever she was in danger of shutting down. Even still, Kate watched with her dark eyes.

Yelena comes back down to Earth a few short minutes later, and Kate's thumb is damp when she slowly and carefully pulls it from between her girlfriend's teeth. The blonde looks up at her with eyes that are now a bit more focused.

"You back with me, sweetheart?"

Yelena nods softly, and the grinding in her neck is blessedly absent.

Kate gives a smile that is so warm and full of love that it would've made Yelena want to puke a year ago, but now it makes her insides all gooey and a part of her brain starts to fuzz up. "Do you know where your chew necklace from Natasha is, baby?"

The assassin furrows her brow softly for a moment, having to think. Kate had a point- having the chewable necklace on her person was always a good idea, should she have a meltdown when not in the company of those she trusted to take care of her. Eventually, she comes to the conclusion that no, she didn't know where the chew was, and it sent distress shooting through her body.

Kate is quick to tamp it back down, ghosting her thumb over Yelena's lips before replacing it with her own. The kiss is soft and unhurried, and Yelena melts into it with a sigh that Natasha would tease her about. "It's okay, baby- we'll order you a new one tonight, okay?"

Yelena nods, the tremble in her bottom lip subsiding at Kate's gentle words. The archer gives her another reassuring smile.

"Okay, honey. Can you tell me what's up with your meds? Do we wanna keep doing the injections instead of the pills?"

Yelena shakes her head so fast it nearly flies from her shoulders, her eyes wide and pleading. A low whine sounds in her throat, anxiety building quickly at the thought of the medicinal injections she had been doing for the past two weeks- but once again, Kate swoops in with slow kisses and soft words to pull her from her own head.

She hated those injections. She hated the needle, she hated the odd color of the liquid medicine, she hated how squeamish it made her and how Kate had to basically hold her down so that Bucky could administer the shot each time her dosage was due every day. Just the thought of the deep prick under her skin made her want to gag and rip someone in half.

"Okay baby, okay, no injections. You got it. It's okay." Kate peppers Yelena's face with gentle kisses. "Are you able to help me understand what's going on and how I can help?"

The blonde scoots forward until her feet are securely between Kate's on the floor, their fronts pressed together. Her girlfriend moves her hands from Yelena's face in order to loop her arms back around her waist. They sway together softly, Kate's cheek resting on golden hair.

Eventually Yelena is able to peel her too-warm lips apart, forcing her throat and vocal cords to cooperate. "I couldn't swallow them," she whispers roughly. Kate shifts but keeps holding her close. "I kept- I kept choking on them. Wouldn't go down. I don't know why I can't take them, I've managed to swallow bigger things than fucking pills on missions and I-"

Kate Bishop, the love of her life, the light and laughter and sunshine in her day, just holds her quietly and sways them back and forth. Yelena rambles for several moments, her pitch slowly climbing, and right before she's in danger of tipping over, Kate guides her back down. Her words are soft, the sounds she coos soothing. This happens a few more times, because Yelena needs to get it out, but once she feels she's properly explained herself, Kate encourages her to slump forward and give her the weight of her tired body.

Yelena obliges, of course. In the past, she would've blamed it on pure exhaustion. But now, truly, it was because Kate Bishop had the assassin wrapped around her fingers.

"Do you want some help, baby?" Kate eventually says, their breaths quiet in the soft afternoon.

"How?" Yelena glances up at her, the heat that was pressing into her skull finally having died down again.

Kate grins softly. "A little trick I learned a few years ago to turn your gag reflex off for about a minute."

The blonde's eyebrows raise, and there's skepticism in her gaze, but Kate looks so sure. She can't help but to do anything she says.

"Show me, Kate Bishop?"

Her girlfriend smiles softly and nods, her hand coming up to gently pinch the bridge of Yelena's nose with her thumb and pointer finger. Yelena goes cross-eyed looking at them, and it makes Kate giggle. After a few seconds, the archer gently twists the skin and tissue in her hold, carefully watching Yelena for any negative reaction, then lets go and softly thumps the pad of her finger on the same spot a few times.

"There you go," Kate says simply.

Yelena frowns, gently touching her nose and then moving her hand to her throat. "So that just... turned it off?"

"Yep!" Kate kisses her forehead. "Let's go try again with your meds?"

The blonde murmurs an agreement and turns back to the bathroom, ignoring the wasted pills on the counter and instead opting to grab new ones from the orange bottle in the top drawer. Kate quickly discards them in the trash either way.

The archer refills her cup for her, taking a small sip of it to check its temperature before handing it to Yelena with a little smile.

Yelena nearly swoons.

She takes a sip, then tips her head back and pops the pills into her mouth, not giving herself a chance to be worried before swallowing.

A few seconds later, she's braced over the sink, the new pills staring at her from the palm that Kate had someone managed to catch them with while she simultaneously rubs her back. Yelena wants to scream.

"Maybe it wore off, sweetheart," the archer says softly. "Why don't you try it on yourself, so that you know how to do it?"

Yelena takes a moment to suck in a few deep gulps of air before dipping her chin in a nod. She does what Kate showed her- pinch, twist, tap. More water. The pills go back in.

And... they go down.

They go down!

Yelena's entire face lights up when she successfully swallows, and she turns to Kate with a brilliant smile that is returned with equal amounts of glee. "I did it, Kate Bishop!"

"You did it!" her girlfriend echoes happily, her arms looping around Yelena again as she kisses her once, twice, three times before letting them travel all over her face.

Yelena giggles under the loving assault, but does nothing to stop it. Kate Bishop kisses her and kisses her and kisses her, and she doesn't feel so silly for struggling anymore.

——

It's not even two days later when Yelena finds her thoughts drifting more and more often to the 'gag reflex trick', as Kate liked to call it. She had successfully taken her meds again since then, and the giddiness still hadn't left her. It felt good to be able to function a little bit better.

But now that her mood had risen, and her emotions stabilized for at least the next little while, the distress of the entire situation had given way to something unexpected.

Arousal.

Logically, Yelena knew that her Kate Bishop owned a strap on. The archer had mentioned it one night, Yelena's pleasure still on her tongue as they cleaned up and got cuddled together. "Just an option, baby," she'd said- and in the moment, Yelena had shrugged it off, zero interest rising at the knowledge.

But now she couldn't get the thought of having Kate Bishop in her mouth from the forefront of her mind.

But what on Earth was she possibly to do about it? It felt beyond embarrassing to simply ask for such a thing- Yelena never verbally initiated sex, always opting for more and more suggestive touches until Kate finally got the message. Kate felt like the exact opposite to her in this one regard. So confident, so sure of herself. She was cocky and egotistical in bed, but Yelena would be lying if she said she didn't love it.

The thoughts continue to plague her throughout the day, her body growing warmer with each hour that she sits in her own self-inflicted neediness. Kate is gone off with Clint on patrol late into the afternoon. Yelena's on her own for now.

It eventually becomes too much when Yelena finds her hand snaking between her legs, the picture of Kate's eyes burning down at her while soft silicone is pressed into her tongue completely swamping her. She lets out a frustrated huff, her chest heaving and cheeks burning furiously. She didn't want her own fingers, she wanted Kate's. She wanted a lot of Kate.

Her curiosity gets the best of her.

It's relatively easy to find the toy once Yelena starts looking- probably easier than it should've been, but she supposed there was no real reason for Kate to have to hide it away. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she's not surprised. The strap is an average length and a soft lavender color, the texture bumpy and ribbed but still gentle- almost soft. Her cheeks are flaming as she runs her fingers over it. It was possible Kate had purchased this one specifically for Yelena on the off chance that she wanted to try it.

She didn't hate the thought.

Yelena sits down on the bed, the toy still in her hands. She continues to stare at it, eyes distant as she wraps her fingers around the base. The tip is rounded and soft. It looks like she could chew on it.

Oh god, she desperately wanted to chew on it. Her mouth is already watering at the mere thought, and the apex of her thighs is essentially dripping.

"Babydollllll!"

Kate's voice suddenly ringing through the apartment pulls Yelena from her thoughts, her head snapping up to stare at the door with wide eyes. Kate Bishop was home. Kate Bishop was home and Yelena was uncomfortably horny and practically drooling over her girlfriend's strap.

Yelena's lack of response seems to puzzle Kate, because she can be heard setting her things down and wandering through their apartment. "Yelena? Baby? You home?"

The blonde's mouth is sandpaper-dry, her pupils blown so wide that her eyes are nearly black as she stares silently at the door. She had started trembling at one point. Her grip on the strap has tightened. The toy is one of the kinds that can be molded with enough heat and pressure, and her hands are leaving indents in the shaft with how tightly she's holding it.

Why can't Kate Bishop just hurry up and help her?

It's a few torturously long moments before her girlfriend reaches their room and pushes the door open, her bright smile faltering when her eyes land on the toy in Yelena's hands. Her expression is unreadable, but the heat in her cheeks and the glassiness to her eyes speaks volumes.

Yelena can't stop the whimper that sounds in her throat. Kate looks so good, her archery suit unzipped and stripped down to her waist so that the top is hanging around her hips. Her broad shoulders and toned arms are on full display- she wears only a sports bra and tank top underneath, and the material is glued to her stomach and breasts with sweat. Yelena can see the archer's nipples as they harden.

Fuck.

"Fuck," Kate practically growls, voicing Yelena's thoughts exactly. Her eyes are dark as they look Yelena over, like she's her last meal. The assassin squeezes her thighs together, and Kate's eyes follow that movement too.

Her girlfriend takes a slow step forward, and then another, and another, until her knees are nearly touching Yelena's. The assassin can't keep her lips from parting, or stop the small sigh that escapes them as she tilts her head back to stare up at the brunette. Her grip on the toy doesn't loosen.

"Baby...?" Kate breathes, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. Yelena can practically smell the arousal between her legs, but she's not one to talk- her own panties are completely ruined.

The blonde can't find any words to explain herself. She understands the questioning, the confusion- Yelena had never shown interest in using the strap, whether that was receiving or giving. It was probably a bit baffling to come home after a long day and find her salivating over it. How was she to explain what she wanted?

Her silence must come off the wrong way, because Kate's expression softens and she gently reaches for the toy. "Baby, we don't have to try this if you-"

Yelena's eyes widen, and she leans away, pulling the strap from Kate and stuffing the tip of it into her mouth like a kid who was about to get their candy taken away from them. It's all she can think to do.

Either way, it works. Kate stops, her breath hitching sharply and cheeks flushing red. A deep groan slips from her mouth. "Holy fuck, baby," she mutters. Her eyes look nearly wild.

Yelena wines around the silicone in her mouth, her lips and tongue working together to suck on it before she can really think to stop herself. It's tasteless, but soft and satisfyingly shaped, and its texture is the perfect variation of gummy and hard.

Kate sees the plea in her eyes, biting hard at her lip and cupping the blonde's chin gently. She slowly takes the toy from Yelena's vice grip and coos reassuringly in response to her anxious whines. "I'm not taking it, baby. Can I hold it for you? Will you let me move it?" Yelena watches her, slowly letting her hands fall away and allowing Kate to take control. The archer lets out a hot breath, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. "That's a good girl," she purrs.

Yelena's eyes flutter and nearly roll back at the praise. She sucks a little harder on the toy, heart pounding and belly hot at the groan that the action pulls from Kate's mouth. It only spurs her on further, and she swirls her tongue lazily around the soft head, drool gathering in the corners of her mouth.

"Yelena," Kate chokes out, her voice strained. The blonde opens her eyes again to find Kate grinding her teeth and staring down at her dangerously, the hand that isn't holding the toy for Yelena to suck on trembling slightly. The fire in Yelena's gut is roaring, and she starts to take more of the toy into her mouth, but Kate stops her with a hand in her hair. "Let me put it on, baby. Please."

The assassin wants to shake her head no, to whine and plead and suck at the fake cock until she chokes on it, but the thought of it looking and therefore feeling like Kate's cock is what gets her to relent.

Kate lets out a string of low curses when Yelena slowly pulls the toy from her lips with a pronounced pop, its head damp with saliva. A drop of her spit slips from her chin and falls onto her thigh, and Yelena pays it no mind, but it seems to catch Kate's attention. The archer quickly swipes it up off of Yelena's skin and onto her finger with the hand not holding the strap. Yelena watches in what feels like slow motion as she pops said finger into her mouth, sucking it clean while simultaneously straddling the assassin's lap on the bed in one smooth motion.

It shouldn't have been as hot as it was, but Yelena is hopeless, and the noise in her throat is heady and desperate. Kate is kissing her after a moment, their mouths sloppy as sharp teeth click against each other. The heat in her stomach just keeps on building and building and building, relentless and fiery as arousal sparks up and down her spine, and Yelena leans into the feeling, letting it dictate her.

She's suddenly on her back after Kate settles her empty hand on her shoulder and pushes her down, and the growl in her chest when Kate pulls her hair out of its tight pony is animalistic. Dark waves tumble down and spill around Yelena's head as the archer kisses her again, creating a curtain that separates the two of them from the world. Had she not been so focused on the toy that for some reason, still wasn't in her mouth, she would've been more than content to spend their night wrapped up in each other like this.

"Ekaterina," Yelena pleads against Kate's lips, using every drop of restraint in her body to not grind up into the archer's powerful thighs. As much as she wants to give in and chase after the friction between her legs, she wants the strap on more.

Kate finally nods and pulls herself away, her cheeks flushed and lips beautifully swollen. Yelena props herself up on her elbows to watch her as she practically bounds to the closet, and the blonde chuckles breathlessly, endlessly enamored with how eager and endearing her girlfriend is. She gives herself a moment to bask in this feeling- the moments leading to intimacy, the small break of preparation whenever Kate needed to grab an item, either upon Yelena's request or her own excitement in surprising her. The archer never ceased to be a charmer.

When Kate walks back out with the toy situated between her now bare legs, Yelena sits up quickly, eyes wide and mouth somehow both watering and dry at the same time. She scrambles to her feet and immediately makes to fall to her knees and take the toy into her mouth as soon as she can, but Kate stops her again, kissing away her whines and leading her back to the bed.

"I want you to be comfortable, sweetheart, come on," the archer murmurs, their fingers twined together. She had stripped herself completely out of her archery suit and boxers, now only covered by a clean tank top and the strap on harness around her hips and thighs. Yelena let her eyes roam freely, appreciating- as she always did- the muscles flexing under scarred and freckled skin.

Kate isn't sure how to move forward, but Yelena is quick to take over for a moment, pushing the archer down onto the bed so that she can bracket her waist. The strap on bumps against her thighs, and Yelena groans softly, not able to help herself as she grinds down against it. Kate practically growls when her girlfriend starts moving, her hips twitching as she wraps her arms tightly around the blonde.

"Fuck, baby," Kate pants, her mouth finding Yelena's neck. Her teeth scrape over her pulse, nipping and sucking hurriedly, and Yelena whimpers, her head falling back. "You're so fucking hot."

Yelena scratches her nails over Kate's bare shoulders and revels in the hiss it pulls from the archer's mouth, and she decides she loves the sound. Digging her fingers in just a little deeper, she drags her hands down the toned muscles in Kate's arms, moaning at the noises that rumble in her girlfriend's throat. She continues moving, careful trails of red following her touch on Kate's skin as she scoots back and ends up on her knees between Kate's leg, the head of the soft purple toy only inches from her eager mouth.

The assassin keeps her heated stare on Kate when she wraps her fingers around the shaft of the fake cock, and the archer's breathing somehow manages to pick up even further when Yelena's tongue pokes out and licks torturously slow over the rounded head. Their eyes stay focused on each other, wide and dark and full of want, and Yelena uses this to her advantage, knowing full well that it only makes Kate wetter and wetter when her eyes flutter and roll back.

The toy itself is wonderful to have in her mouth, but with Kate wearing it, it's something past exquisite. Yelena moans around the soft silicone as it presses into her tongue, her head moving down as she takes more of it, her cheeks hollowing as her lips wrap tightly around the shaft for her to give a hard suckle. Kate can't actually feel the wetness of her girlfriend's lips and tongue, but even still, the sight alone is enough to make her moan desperately and buck her hips. The action shoves the strap further past Yelena's lips, and she welcomes it eagerly, sucking even harder.

When the toy hits the back of her throat, her eyes widen in alarm as she gives a sharp gag, leaning away and pulling it from her mouth. Her head flashes back to the anxiety of taking her meds, and the awful feeling of choking on them. Kate immediately settles back down and cups Yelena's face gently, her eyes worried.

"Hey, baby, hey, it's okay, I got you," she murmurs, bringing her head down to press her lips to Yelena's brow as the woman struggles to get her breathing back under control. "You're alright- breathe for me."

Yelena does just that, frustration rising quickly as she leans her cheeks into Kate's palms. Not only is she now painfully horny, but the desire and pure need that she's feeling to have as much of the fake cock in her mouth as possible is overwhelming. Discouragement threatens to drown her for a moment- but it doesn't last long, thanks to Kate's gentle kisses and the memory that pops back into her head.

"We don't need to keep going, sweet girl," the archer murmurs, her thumbs stroking softly over Yelena's cheeks. The woman between her legs shakes her head immediately, eyes wide as she brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. It takes Kate a moment to realize what she's doing, but when she does, her body flashes with heat.

"No, Kate Bishop- I want this. Please." Yelena twists her fingers after a moment, then taps her nose and lets out a slow breath, focusing back in on the damp head of the strap on in front of her as she scoots closer. "It... feels good."

Kate nods softly, one of her hands rising to carefully bury itself into Yelena's hair while the other goes behind her on the bed as a brace. "Okay, baby. Just take it at your own pace."

Yelena nods and wets her lips, redoing the motions on her nose before taking the strap back into her mouth. Kate can't stop the groan in her throat. Her girlfriend using a little trick she had shown her for something as innocent as taking her meds to suck her off shouldn't have been as hot as it was, but the slick dripping down her thighs and onto the bed was undeniable.

Yelena can smell said arousal as the toy's head meets the back of her throat once again, and the sensation thrills her when she doesn't choke on it. That paired with Kate's scent is enough to drive her wild; she's dragging Kate further onto their bed before she can even think, pushing the archer onto her back and pinning her powerful hips down to deepthroat the strap on in one go.

Kate lets out a breathless gasp at the sight, and the noise morphs into a deep moan when the base of the fake cock rubs perfectly over her aching clit. Yelena takes note of her reaction, hot satisfaction flashing in her chest and going straight to her core. She experimentally bobs her head up and down, the toy pressing into her throat and subsequently pushing down into Kate again, and the way the archer's hips buck and twitch only makes Yelena drool harder.

"Baby, fuck," Kate moans lowly, her head dropping back as her hand fists in Yelena's hair to guide her movements. Yelena gives a pleasurable hiss at the sting in her scalp, moving her head faster and sucking harder as she brings her hand up to grip the base of the toy and rub it down against Kate's clit. The archer curses and whines, her hips thrusting upwards in a desperate attempt to chase the friction. The motion subsequently buries the length of the strap deeper into Yelena's throat, and she gags harshly, tearing up even as she grows ravenous for more.

Yelena is panting heavily through her nose and sucking at the silicone cock rather greedily, the need to have Kate in her mouth now paired with the need to make Kate cum. She keeps using her hand to stroke and pump the length that isn't in her mouth, rubbing the toy's base harder and harder against Kate's heat. The archer's moans keep climbing in pitch and volume, her lips letting out the most beautiful whimpers and pleas that Yelena's ever heard. She doubles down on her movements, ever so pleased when Kate grinds up to meet her.

"F-fuck, baby, I'm-" Kate's words cut off sharply when Yelena gives the toy a particularly hard suck, bobbing her head down to rub it harshly against the archer's clit. The moan that she lets out is sinful, and Yelena can feel her heart hammering in her chest, the drool slipping down the shaft of the toy from her lips only rivaled by the dripping slickness between her legs.

Her grip on Kate's waist is bruising, her fingers digging into the swell of her hip above the strap on harness. She presses her hand down harder, steadying them both as her mouth works hungrily.

"Baby- Yelena, Lena-!" Kate pants, her head thrown down as her eyes alternate between slamming shut and rolling back. "Fuck fuck fuck- I'm gonna cum, Yelena, please, I'm so close I'm gonna cum oh god-"

Yelena thinks she could cum right then and there if Kate Bishop kept begging so prettily for her, and the need to reach Kate's pleasure is burning hot in her chest. She doesn't try to speak around the silicone slamming into the back of her throat, but she reapplies the motions to her nose before using her free hand to cup one of Kate's breasts and press her thumb harshly into the archer's sensitive nipple.

The added stimulation is what sends Kate over the edge; white explodes in dazzling patterns behind her eyelids, her lips parted and body shaking as she tightens her grip in Yelena's hair. The blonde moans loudly at the wave of wetness between her girlfriend's legs, the archer's scent invading and capturing her senses entirely. She pulls the toy from her mouth with only a small amount of reluctance before scrambling to undo the harness straps from around Kate's hips and thighs, needing that pretty pussy around her tongue.

Kate has gone limp on the bed by the time Yelena is pulling her strong thighs over her shoulders, her chest heaving and skin flushed contently. When Yelena's mouth is suddenly on her, she yelps and jerks, fisting her hands quickly back into golden hair and pulling the woman closer despite the sensitivity. Yelena licks and sucks at her hungrily, cleaning every last drop of her pleasure into her mouth and swallowing it all like a starving woman.

When she's satisfied with her work, the assassin settles down, her cheek resting on Kate's thigh as she traces lazy kisses and nips over the velvety skin closest to her mouth. "Have I ever told you how absolutely divine you taste?" she murmurs, the low words rumbling against Kate's core.

The archer laughs breathlessly, her muscles warm and loose as she lets herself melt into their bed. "Only every day, baby."

Her girlfriend hums softly, adding her tongue back into the mix as she slowly drags it over the enticing slit in front of her. She grins when Kate twitches again. "I think I'll have to start telling you that more than once a day, at least."

The flush on Kate's cheeks and the glint in her eyes sends a thrill down Yelena's spine. "I'm counting on it."