[If he was in any proper, coherent state of mind, he would have insisted he wasn't blushing - maybe he's just a little redder in the cheeks from the heat, or the exertion - but the only dirty talk he gets is right before somebody starts throwing punches or taking the safety off to shoot at him. So when she does it, the way she says it with her fist in his hair and her legs wrapped tight around his hips has him practically whimpering; a sure sign that she has him weak in the knees right where she wants him.
He's so eager to please and takes commands so easily, seven parts craving the validation and approval and three parts not really knowing what else to do with himself, that she didn't need to tell him twice. He barely remembers he needs to keep a solid hold on her, a vibranium hand splayed against her lower back, fingertips digging in just slightly holding her body securely against him.
The shower wall she's leaning against rumbles against her back with how hard he slams his other hand against it when he cums, an awkward squeak from the wet surface drowned out by his inability to stifle himself from crying out, voice cracking and breaking under the strain of a low, desperate-sounding growl. His cock twitches inside her with every involuntary little contraction filling her up slow and deep as though she hadn't already got him cumming last night. At this rate she'll milk him dry and he won't have the energy to keep up with her boys when they get home.]
Oh my god-- [His voice is still raspy, barely an audible crackle of a whisper as she leaves him feeling raw and sensitive, panting for air. Somehow he managed not to put a hole through her shower wall, which would have made things very inconvenient, but he apologises as though he did anyway.]
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He's so eager to please and takes commands so easily, seven parts craving the validation and approval and three parts not really knowing what else to do with himself, that she didn't need to tell him twice. He barely remembers he needs to keep a solid hold on her, a vibranium hand splayed against her lower back, fingertips digging in just slightly holding her body securely against him.
The shower wall she's leaning against rumbles against her back with how hard he slams his other hand against it when he cums, an awkward squeak from the wet surface drowned out by his inability to stifle himself from crying out, voice cracking and breaking under the strain of a low, desperate-sounding growl. His cock twitches inside her with every involuntary little contraction filling her up slow and deep as though she hadn't already got him cumming last night. At this rate she'll milk him dry and he won't have the energy to keep up with her boys when they get home.]
Oh my god-- [His voice is still raspy, barely an audible crackle of a whisper as she leaves him feeling raw and sensitive, panting for air. Somehow he managed not to put a hole through her shower wall, which would have made things very inconvenient, but he apologises as though he did anyway.]