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[Rumlow doesn't answer with words, just puts his hands on her ass and lifts her. She weighs nothing but more importantly, that ass. Christ, it's supple, smooth. Perfect like a fucking model. He gropes firm, moans into her mouth and kicks the door shut so he can press her against it. He's careful enough not to knock her head, but he ain't going too gentle.

After all, she's the one who's been holding out, and now that she's not? Rumlow wants to take full advantage. Show her what she's been missing out on since the accident. Rumlow nips at her bottom lip, just enough to make them red. He likes to see the color against the pale of her skin.]

Kenzi... [He rumbles, staring into the remarkable blue of her eyes.] You need me to stop, just say the word. Otherwise...

[Rumlow flashes her a grin. He doesn't need to tell her what he wants to do. The hard cock nudging against her ass speaks for itself.]

[Woah, seriously? Against the door? Is he REAL?! This is something straight out of those trashy 'romance' novels she reads. No one in her entire sexual history, which isn't that vast and varied to be quite honest, has ever lifted her up to fuck her against anything before. Except for that one time with Tim at the weird hobo party and he was wasted and dropped her and they never tried it again. Wow. Of all the memories she is currently missing, that's one of the ones she gets back. Great.

Rumlow is certainly no Tim. Not even remotely close. Put a cape on this guy and he could be a super hero, that's how highly she thinks of him. God, he's even making sure she's okay with stuff before hand? No safe word bullshit, just straightforward stop means stop and no means no. He's an actual gentleman. Even... you know... when he's not being all that gentle.

Kenzi mirrors his grin, followed quickly by a partially nervous, mostly excited giggle. The fingers of her left hand run through his still-damp hair before she brings it back to his face, noticing how the cool metal of her wedding ring contrasts with the heat of their skin. Her other arm wraps securely around his neck and she shifts her hips up a little, licking her lip where his teeth were.]

I'm not gonna make you stop. Not this time. I'm ready.

[She can't resist him any longer. The attraction's too strong.]

[Eyes shutting as her fingers run through his hair, Rumlow makes a soft noise of satisfaction -- hopes she might pull at it when they really get into this. He opens them again at her palm on his cheek, making him smile and turn his face so he can kiss her hand.]

Yeah? [He asks, but doesn't wait for an answer. Just kisses her again, tongue teasing her mouth open. With her pinned against the wall, Rumlow can free one of his hands up, keeping her balanced with the other. His fingers drag forwards until he finds the heat of her, spreading her open to feel how slick and smooth she is.] Bet you've been this wet since you started peepin'.

[Rumlow smirks like a devil, stroking between her folds until he pushes one finger inside. Christ, she's tight. He even gonna fit in there? He's gotta wonder. He sinks in, bending the finger to add a little pressure. His cock is arching towards her, wanting in on that heat and Rumlow lets out a moan muffled against her lips to think about pushing into this tight little snatch.

He starts to fuck her with his hand, slow and easy. Breaks the kiss to let her breathe, forehead pressed against hers as he adds finger number two. His thumb comes to rub at her clit in the meantime, moving as his fingers do, wrist bending as he keeps up the pace.]

Gonna be a tight fit.

[Rumlow says with a quiet chuckle, a third finger now rubbing against her g-spot alongside the others.]

[Can he even blame her for getting this worked up? She's been thinking about him for days. Thinking about this for days. It wasn't just seeing his insanely gorgeous naked bod, it was the playful grins and having him stand so close looking at her with those eyes... the slow build up as she stripped off her clothing. It's finally gonna happen. Her body is literally ready. ]

I wasn't peeping, I was spying. There's a difference--

[She's cut off by the feeling of his finger pushing into her, anything else she was going to say swallowed by a soft moan.

Size was definitely something she was vaguely worried about until she saw the metal of his piercing and got entirely distracted. He's not a small dude. He's definitely not lacking in the junk department. The guy is HUNG, okay? She's... small. Lots of leg, not much else. He's keeping up with the distractions by inserting another finger and falling into a slow rhythm that it's not at the forefront of her mind. Actually, not much is at the forefront of her mind aside from how good it feels and how deprived she's made herself and why the fuck didn't they do this sooner?

She appreciates the breathing room, gasping with her head back against the door as his thumb gets in on the action. Fuck right off. Her arm tightens around his shoulders, other hand moving once again to his hair.]

So modest. Pretty sure you can squeeze in there.

[Which is what she's trying NOT to do with her thighs right now when he adds that third finger. She practically whimpers, sucking in a sharp breath and pressing herself harder against the door.]

Fuck, Brock-- it's so good...

[A difference. Sure. Peeping is a part of spying, as far as he's concerned, which he isn't, overly. Too busy quickening the pace of his hand, feeling her body begin to ease up as pleasure washes over her. Rumlow thinks about making her come, but he kind of wants that first time to be on his cock. Feel her shudder all around him, get him soaked.

Kenzi's voice, so desperate with want gets his dick to throb harder, a droplet of precome sliding down the shaft. He groans, kissing her lips, her cheek, down to her throat and it's there he bites. Not hard, but he's gonna leave a little mark. A souvenir for their first time -- that they remember. He waits until he thinks she's getting real close to pull his fingers away. They're slick as he rubs them together, tempted to suck off the mess.

He shifts her instead, lowers her so he's got both arms hooked under he knees. Rumlow's cock rubs against her, the head nudging at her cunt.]

You want it? [He asks, pulling back to look at her. Wants to see her face when she says yes. She can feel the metal piercing, he's sure. Teasing her as he gives a shallow thrust that barely pushes between her folds.] Just say the word, Kenzi.

[Right there, almost there, soooo close, so-- ... UM?! He stops, pulling his fingers away, and Kenzi just fixes him with a borderline murderous glare. Are you fucking kidding her right now?

Her glare is briefly replaced by a look of fear, thinking that he's about to drop her when he adjusts her position in his arms. She's safe, though. Not on the floor. Not dropped. Still held up and still slick and wanting when the head of his cock teases her cruelly.]

You are such an asshole, [She says, laughing, but quickly changes her tune because she does want it. She wants to get back to that precipice and fall over the edge, feeling it pulse through her body. His fingers were good, but it could be so much better.

He better start slow. She does NOT want to be ripped in half and end up on an episode of sex sent me to the ER.]

I want it. [She purrs at first, then smirks again,] I want your mildly terrifying, insanely cool, pierced dick so quit torturing me.

[Kenzi can glare all she wants. He knows what game he's playing. It's partially a test to see how she holds up. Maybe a little mean, but that's what she's gotten herself into. She retorts and Rumlow laughs, though it's soft and gentle to match her own. He leans forward, cock touching just as she tells him she wants it.

And then she continues and Rumlow laughs again, this time far more amused. Mildly terrifying indeed. Rumlow can't really blame her -- and she hasn't even looked down to see it hard. Probably even more so that way, considering how it's grown. Rumlow, personally, edges towards 'insanely cool,' himself, but he is pretty attached to the thing.]

Yeah?

[He asks, thought he's not really waiting for confirmation. Instead he's canting his hips, rubbing his cock between her folds, letting the piercing nudge against her clit once or twice. She's tight enough that he's gonna need guidance, so he keeps Kenzi firm against the wall, carefully balancing so he can push her leg up to his shoulder. It's a good thing she's flexible, he thinks to himself once his arm is free, hand coming down to wrap around the base of his dick.

It's easy enough to position himself like this, glancing down before his eyes flick back up to meet hers. Keeps her gaze held with his when he pushes in, feeling himself sinking into the warmth of her cunt at a slow, steady pace. Rumlow's breath hitches, hand drawing away to brace against the wall.]

Fuck, Kenzi...

[He growls out, as if it's her fault she's so damn tight. He's not complaining, of course. It's just insane, and good. And something he feels an urge to just push past, but he's not gonna hurt her. He's got a lot of dick, and she's taking it pretty fucking well, but she'd been hesitant for a reason. He won't betray the trust she's offered him now.

Even if she does feel incredible beyond all reason.]

[Okay, look, if she actually sees it now, she probably won't be as psyched to have him shove it in her! It's better for both of them if she just keeps her eyes on his stupidly-beautiful face, mentally cursing and praising him at the same time every time his piercing teases her clit.

She's not sure where the flexibility comes from, can't remember, but she's grateful for it. It's a precarious situation, but she trust him not to drop her on the floor. Just on his dick. His arms are ridiculous, there's no way he can't keep her up.

Her eyes stay on his, lidded but focused. Her nails find the base of his neck, gently applying pressure there in anticipation. He goes slow, but it's still almost too much. He stretches her out, fills her so completely that her mouth opens in a silent, choked cry. Breathe, Kenz.

She gasps, curling forward to briefly touch her forehead to his, lips ghosting against his cheek before falling back against the door. She moans low, squeezing her eyes shut as he pushes deeper. ]

Guess I better... better get used to this. [Another breathless laugh as her eyelids flutter and her eyes open back up. She wants him so bad. It's written all over her face. Pure desire.]

Sorry.

[Rumlow says, but his teeth are bared in a mischievous grin. He's only a little sorry. She will get used to it though. With that look on her face, Rumlow knows Kenzi's gonna be the kinda girl who can't get enough. Hell, she's letting him fuck her against a wall for their 'first' time.

And what a fuck, he thinks, finally bottoming out. Rumlow gives her a few moments, letting her catch her breath, since he figures she needs it. He kisses her softly in the interim, but then? It's on. He begins to move with slow, deep thrusts. Doesn't jostle her much so he can keep his forehead pressed against hers, stare into her eyes and fuck her there too.

She's cute the rest of the time, but right now, Rumlow thinks Kenzi looks hot as Hell. She gives him a look as good as he gives her, makes him shudder. But he bets she can turn things up a notch. Rumlow growls as he thrusts in sharp, sinking his length into her.]

You got more in you than just hanging on, dolcezza. [He moves in to kiss her neck, leaving another mark she might have a tough time covering.] I ain't fragile.

[He so isn't sorry. Who apologizes for having a massive cock? NO ONE! But he's patient with her, he gives her time to adjust and sweet, soft kisses and she wonders if she's finally found a genuinely good guy. She appreciates it. He's being considerate as fuck while she takes that dick and even impresses herself at how well she can accommodate him. He's not small.

And then he starts to move and it's... incredible. Amazing. Too much and just enough at the same time. He holds her gaze and she's literally enthralled, can't look away. She's not sure if it's the growl or the sudden, sharp thrust that sends a jolt right through her, making her cry out.

Is he sure about that? Because hanging on isn't as easy as it looks when you're being shishkebobbed against a door buy a guy that legit knows what he's doing but you're still scared of getting dropped. Oh, but the way he kisses her neck and that pet name in her ears spurs her on.]

M'not gonna fight you like your gym buddies. [She laughs, running her nails up the back of his neck and along his scalp, finding a solid grip in the longer hair on top of his head. Not fragile, sure, you asked for it. She pulls his hair, tipping his head back away from her neck to seize his mouth in another heated, biting kiss, leaving his lips as red as he made hers and muffling her moans with his mouth as the nails of her other hand dig into his shoulder.]

[Another quiet laugh comes from Rumlow at Kenzi's comment. He likes that she can still joke, that this can be fun beyond just feeling good (and how). Speaking of -- Kenzi starts to pull his hair and Rumlow just groans. She draws his head back for a kiss and he just drowns in it, or drowns her in it. Either way, it's hot and heavy between them, pressed so close.

He's got Kenzi folded in half practically, and she's making him hiss every time those nails bite into skin or scalp. Makes him want to fuck her harder, make her shout again. He pants as he breaks away to catch his breath, looking into her eyes again, liking how easy it is to get lost in them.]

Wanna turn things up a notch, think you can handle it?

[Rumlow asks, giving her another little kiss as encouragement. He can keep it slow if she needs, but damn if he doesn't want to see how much more she can take. Wants to make her come, just from how rough it is, and the position he's got in mind is sure to help.

He sinks in deep, eyes flicking down to look at the dark space between them. He can make out the outline of his cock, disappearing into her body and Rumlow knows he needs more. Wants to get his hands on those tits too, Hell, put his hands all fucking over. She's a goddamn gift of a woman.]

[He's not the only one thinking about hands all over. That's the one thing Kenzi's missing here, getting to explore his marble statue bod with her hands and her mouth and her tongue, every single inch of him-- but that's another fuck, another time entirely. They've been so pent up and wanting that fast and rough seems to fit better with the unplanned, spontaneous nature of it all.]

Oh, I can handle it. If that's a challenge, you're on, cuddlebunny. [She doesn't want him to think she's not adventurous or that she's inexperienced. She totally has experience, it's just... mostly sub par in general from what she can remember. She wants Rumlow to know she can keep up. She's not fragile, either.

His eyes flick down and she takes the opportunity to go for his neck for a change. If she's gonna have to use excessive amounts of concealer in public, he's gonna get a mark, too. She licks, sucks, and bites the skin until she's satisfied with the pattern of broken blood vessels. She lifts her head, looking at him coyly and gently ghosts her lips against his before pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.]

Do your worst, husband. I'm so ready.

[Rumlow only gets to snort in amusement at the pet name for a moment -- Kenzi's got other plans. Fixing her mouth at his throat, he growls his pleasure at the sensation, just enough pain that it gets his blood boiling for a whole new reason. Something ripples through him, incenses him even more than just this nasty hot fuck.

She throws him the challenge and Rumlow is so ready to meet it. He gives her a look, wicked in the face of her false innocence. They both want to turn things up, so Rumlow thinks a little change of position is in order. Something to show her exactly what she's gotten herself into (even if Rumlow isn't so sure himself).

He sinks in deep, rumbling at how tight her cunt feels around him still, even after being fucked open until now. Might end up going deeper with what he's got in mind, gathering her close so she doesn't have to lean her weight against the door any longer. He kisses her as he steps back a bit, giving her some room. Rumlow knows she's not gonna like this next part, but she can deal for a moment.]

Put your foot on the floor, slow and easy. I gotta pull out for a sec.

[Planting another kiss to the corner of Kenzi's mouth, Rumlow squats a little to compensate, arms loosening as his hips draw back, cock sliding free of her. The cooler air on his dick makes him shiver, and he can't help but look down to see the shaft glistening with her slick. God damn, that's hot. It'd look even better with the pearly white of his own come, he thinks.]

[Slow and easy, he says, as if there's any other way un-pretzel herself. She's not a gymnast, Rumlow, do you know how hard it is to keep up the sexy atmosphere when you're actually sort of a klutz sometimes? Slow and easy is definitely the name of the game as she regains her footing.

The quick kiss does nothing to make up for the fact that his dick is no longer inside her and the sensation is gone, practically back to square one on the orgasm meter, and she's having trouble readjusting to live without a giant cock stretching her out and filling her up. Was there ever a time before that? What year is it? How is she supposed to function now? LIFE IS MEANINGLESS!

But she gets an actual look at it, now. Erect. Bigger. Terrifying. Still pierced. Nice and wet from her cunt, which, by the way, should get some kind of award or recognition. Seriously. She is proud of her own vajayjay right now. Seriously proud. Taking all that D without liquid courage or some kind of safety, back up plan intact? Nice. She's feeling kind of smug right now, and it show when she smiles up at Rumlow.

She's gonna suck this dick one day. #goals. #lifeaccomplishments.]

I feel like it's been longer than a sec. [And she's really trying not to whine here, but COME ON, MAN! You gave her a taste, and she's eager for more!] You're not getting any younger, babe.

[Hehehehehehheh. Old man joke.]

[Rolling his eyes at her joke, Rumlow promptly picks Kenzi up and walks her over towards the counter. The mirror on the wall gives a nice, full view of the two of them as he spins his wife around. His hand strokes up her back, pushing her down so that she can brace against the counter while he takes hold of his cock and lines it back up.

He looks at her reflection, eyes dark and expression predatory. Rubbing his dick between her folds, Rumlow teases for just a few moments before he sinks back inside. The welcoming heat of her has his eyes narrow cat-like and his hand drops away from his dick to give her ass a nice firm squeeze. He looks down, biting his lip in due appreciation. A quick swat sounds in the bathroom and Rumlow resumes plundering that sweet cunt.]

Think I'm old, hunh? [He asks, quickening the pace as he braces Kenzi's hips with both hands. Rumlow watches in the mirror as he fucks her, knows she's watching too and that makes it even better.] You even gonna be able to keep up with me?

[Oh, it's a challenge. Not one Rumlow fully expects Kenzi to conquer, but Hell, any effort is worthwhile to him. He likes an active participant. He doesn't really believe she's just bark. He bets she's got a little bite in that tiny bod of hers.]

[Brace herself? She literally curls against it, arm reaching out to push against the mirror when he stops teasing and finally gives her what she wants. It feels so good, even better than the last time, especially with him pawing at her ass like that followed by the sting of the swat. Her head comes back up and she grins at him through the mirror, laughing breathlessly. She liked that. She actually liked that a lot. Even more than the pleasure/pain, she likes that look on his face, the look in his eyes. There really is a lot they don't know about each other.

He starts fucking her again and it's still somehow not enough. Different angle, deeper, a full view of him standing over her where she can really appreciate his amazing body and she still wants more. The challenge rings through, she gets what he's saying.

The smile on her face gets a bit darker and she adjusts her hands on the counter. It gives her enough stability to push back against his cock, rocking in time with his thrusts, moving forward when he starts to pull away only to meet him when he drives his hips back towards her ass. Better. Harder. She can barely think of anything but how amazing it feels, and she can't take her eyes off him in the mirror.

She starts to get louder, too. Moaning as he fucks her, crying out when the piercing brushes up against all those sensitive nerves. She's never seen herself like this. Hair spilling over her shoulders, tits bouncing as she gets absolutely ruined by this stupidly-good-looking guy and his stupid penis.]

Okay, okay. I take it back. You're not old-- Fuck, Brock-- [Anything else she was going to say gets swallowed up in a strangled cry.]

[Oh, Rumlow thinks. Kenzi wants to play. She starts giving back, holding herself against the counter and fucking back onto his dick like a hungry little kitten. God, he loves it. They move together in tandem, the smack of their bodies loud, but not enough to drown out those fucking moans. She's like a porn star, but 500x hotter. (Mostly because she's real and she's his.) She looks so goddamn good in the mirror, Rumlow can't decide what he likes watching the most.

The wicked grin returns, making sure Kenzi knows just how he devastates her. Bets if they keep this up, she'll come without even playing with her clit. He slides a hand up her back, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin. Gathering a handful of hair, he gently pulls, tipping back her head so he can get a better view of those perky little tits.]

Tell me what you need, sweetheart. [He rumbles, glancing down at his cock plunging into her, so fucking wet he swears she's already come.] You're dripping already, Kenzi.

[He smears a finger along the edge of her folds, lifts it up so she can see. Rumlow sucks it into his mouth, eyes slitting closed at the taste. She's sweet. Somehow, that seems perfect for her.]

[She couldn't fake this if she tried. Trust her on that. She's a good actress, but she's not this good. The fact that she can barely remember anything has nothing to do with the fact that she can't remember ever being this close without some extra stimulation.

She arches her back when he slides his hand up, further enforcing that kitten imagery. There's something she'd like to be lapping at later, too, he's really not far off the mark. He's got her working for this and it makes her want it that much more. She mewls when he lifts his finger to his lips and sucks on her wetness, struggling to keep her eyes open at it sends another electric shock to her soaking wet cunt and lights it the fuck up.

It's building now. She's two seconds away from a shuddering orgasm. What does she need? What does she really need from him right now? The answer surprises her a little.]

Pull harder.

[Be rougher. Leave bruises on her hips from holding on too tight and fuck her senseless.]

I'm so close. Brock, please. Just-- [Here. She reaches back to grab his wrist and guides his hand to her throat. Damn. Either she really trusts this guy and feels super safe with him, or she's one of those girls with serious daddy issues that can't get off without a little danger.]

[It's funny to think at the beginning of this, Kenzi was almost too shy to strip down. Funny that getting skewered on his cock has her so thirsty for him that she's shifted into an incredibly kinky version of herself. It's a fucking jackpot, the way Rumlow sees it and he's all too glad to give her precisely what she wants. Doesn't skip a beat when he pulls her hair, letting that other hand curl around her neck, thumb tucking up beneath her jaw.

He feels her racing pulse, squeezes her throat just enough to offer the edge of fear, hips smacking so rough that he'd bet her ass might end up bruised, but fuck. Rumlow stares at her reflection, the way his hand looks so big around her delicate neck. God he just wants to fuck her all damn day. Leave her so sore and full of come she can't move.]

Yeah, 's a good girl, come for daddy...

[His fingers tighten in her hair, squeeze a little more around her throat. He can feel the blood pumping through her veins, pushing against him, pulse rapid from the adrenaline Rumlow would bet is flowing through her. It's got him, just from doing this, holding her right where he wants her, merciless as he fucks her just how she wants him to. The angle he's got, his piercing must be punching into her g-spot, driving her right up to the edge. He's gonna bet she comes hard.]

[LISTEN! At the beginning of this she didn't know what he was working with or if she was actually terrible in bed-- in... bathroom. She also didn't know she was into this shit. Now? It's all coming back to her.

HAHAHA WHAT? DID HE JUST-- shit. Okay, that was actually hot. Fuck. She's definitely more fucked up than she thought she was if that's what gets her eyelids fluttering and her cunt spasming. Pure pleasure washes over her in a wave that would have knocked her over if it wasn't for the strong hands holding her up and squeezing her throat. She does come hard, it practically wracks her body and lasts longer than she expects, perpetuated and prolonged by each additional thrust. She reaches back, grabbing at his waist and his ass, anything she can blindly get her hands on. Her hand eventually finds his arm, the one with the hand around her neck, and she squeezes his bicep as she rides out her orgasm. He can let go now. She kind of wants to breathe.

How is he not done? How the fuck is he still going? Don't guys normally nut in 3.5 seconds, leaving you to get there on your own, entirely disappointed and inconvenienced? This shit isn't normal. No wonder she wanted to put a ring on it, goddamn.]

You're not real. There's no way you're real. You're some kind of perfect sexbot or an alien... or a demon.

[She comes (practically on cue), and he swears he didn't think Kenzi could get tighter, but the way her cunt squeezes around him has Rumlow practically vibrating with pleasure. Hardly even slows him down, though he does relinquish the hold on her throat. Lets her hang onto his arm as he places it against the counter instead, bracing himself so he can keep up his merciless pace. Benefit to being in shape? All that stamina. She'll learn to keep up. Carefully withdrawing the other hand from her hair, Rumlow sets it on the counter too. Bracketed on both sides, he huffs while he continues to pound into her, betting he can drag her over the edge one more time before he's done.]

Sorry to disappoint.

[Rumlow says, panting softly as he grins at her in the mirror. A shudder rolls through him, knows he's getting there. Just gotta keep it up -- not that it's difficult. Kenzi's body is goddamn amazing, impossibly tiny in the fucking best way. Makes him want to haul her around and fuck her in every position they can imagine, stuff his thick cock into that tight little snatch and blow her mind until she can't handle it anymore.

Might be a stretch though, considering everything she's shown herself to be into. Quite a catch. It's no wonder he ended up marrying her. Besides the fact that she's hilarious and clever. (And needed a green card.)]

[No, please no. That's fine. She can't handle another one like that. If it wasn't for the counter and hanging off his arm, she'd be laying on the floor unable to move. Multiple orgasms are still a myth as far as she's concerned. Hell, she's lucky if she gets ONE with a normal, human sexual partner.

And then there's THIS GUY!]

Yeah? How sorry? How are you gonna make it up to me?

[She's still trying to catch her breath, still feeling little aftershocks that quickly start to build up all over again due to the fact that he's keeping up that pace. Jesuschrist. Everything's overly sensitive and she can't look at him in the mirror anymore because he's literally too gorgeous. Instead, she turns her head to kiss his arm and drag her teeth over his skin before lightly biting his bicep. Get wreckt, Achilles, your greek ass has nothing on these ridic muscles.

She wants to get him off. She wants him to lose it like she totally lost it and she wants him to suffer. Except, you know, not vengeful suffering. Mindshaking orgasm kind of suffering. Also? She really wants to know more about this kinky shit he's all about. He was supposed to be a NICE GUY!

This is better somehow.]

Do you like being called Daddy? Does it get you off, making the young girls scream?

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