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religion's in your lips, the altar is my hips

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"Maybe we should experiment more, have sex differently, try new things," she said, laying on Daniel's chest and looking at him after having a chill night at home that ended with having fun on their bed, as always.

"Where is this coming from? You seemed okay 2 minutes ago when you––" he said, looking down to her with a frown, blushing a little.

"I was, I am, and I love every moment of it, Daniel, but maybe we can spice things up. I saw the way you were looking at me in the Quake suit. You're not so innocent either," she said, smirking.

"I didn't–" he said, as she shot him a look "Okay, maybe I did think about...dirty things. But the mission ––" he muttered, blushing.

"You're adorable," she said, kissing his jaw.

"I know I am." he said, smiling and watching her roll her eyes at that statement, "Let me think about it."


And there he was, the night after, sitting at a table - with complete strangers – at a stupid “Coulson Academy” event – with her hand on his leg, stroking his tight.

It had to be a joke.

So much for spicy. She was driving him mad. 

"So, Chief Sousa, how are you finding the teaching career so far?" one of the old ladies asked him.

"Yes, Chief Sousa, how is it?" Daisy said, remarking on his title, smiling at him like she wasn't doing anything wrong.

"It's–– it's a challenge. Kids, these days are so...eager," he said, biting back a moan and trying not to give away what was happening while shooting a look at her. She remained unbothered and kept touching him, closer to his crotch now. He couldn't handle it –– "Pardon me, I need to talk to my girlfriend for a moment. Daisy?" he said, standing up from his chair and extending a hand to her. 

She took his hand and excused herself to the guests, following her boyfriend outside the gala room to one of the supply closets on the hallway, with Daniel keeping a tight grip on her hip. 

She knew she was getting what she wanted.

Once they closed the closet's door, he gently pushed her against the nearest wall. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked him, already knowing the answer.

"I should ask you the same question," he whispered, almost touching her lips with his. 

"I'm not doing anything, Chief," she said innocently, unbuttoning the first button of his white shirt.

"Aren't you? So you didn't tease me under the table for half an hour, knowing I would probably draw you here and fuck you against this wall?" he breathed, pulling her blue dress higher and drawing his hands up her leg to touch her butt.

"That's not very square, Chief." she mocked him.

"You know, I don't have to be a square all the time, especially with you half-naked in my arms," he teased. 

"Before you get where you're going, you should know I'm not wearing any panties," she whispered.

At that, he groaned and started to tease her, running the tip of his tongue on her bottom lip or sucking itmoving his hands up and down her butt, pulling her closer, making her feel how hard he was for her. How much he wanted to take her right there.

"Fuck––" she breathed, resting her head against the wall.

"That's what you wanted, didn't you? Spicing things up? I like the idea, especially when you say 'fuck' like that," he whispered against her lips.

"Take me home, Daniel," she said, grinding against his crotch, trying to get some friction.

"Of course, babe," he said, releasing her, and helping her stand. 

Shit, that pet name again. 

She hated it. But she loved it so much, especially when he used it while he was fucking her.

They went back to their table, with a little difficulty, "Sorry to keep you waiting, but my boyfriend doesn't feel so well... we should probably go home," she said to the people at their table, patting on his chest while he held her close. Like he did in that bar in the '70s. Thinking about sent shivers down her spine. 

They made their way out of the building in less than ten minutes, after saying their goodbyes.

The ride home was a challenge. He drove while holding her hand and sweetly kissing her knuckles from time to time. While she was practically squirming beside him, and silently praying he would go faster. 


They barely made it to their apartment still dressed – she unbuttoned his shirt as he worked on her zip on the elevator, not caring about someone busting them.

He gently pushed her from behind towards their front door, hoping she would have the keys to open it, as he was too focused on nipping her shoulder to think about where he put it.

As they managed to get into their apartment, he started sucking on a pulse point on her neck, pushing her from behind towards their bedroom, letting her arch her back to tease herself with his still-clothed crotch. 

He unzipped her dress, letting it fall on the ground, leaving her completely naked in the middle of their bedroom.

"I'm naked, and you are, still, dressed...this doesn't work," she grunted while arching her back again, to feel him against her back, while he was leaving a nasty hickey on her neck. She felt like she was exploding, she was already wet, and he hadn't even touched her properly yet –– "I need–"

"What you need is patience, sweetheart," he said, now gently kissing the red mark.

"Fuck patient, you know what I want–" she blurted out, turning around to face him and quaking the buttons of his white shirt open "I'll re-attach them, I promise."

"What's with you using your powers for stuff like this?" he whispered, getting closer to her, gripping her hip with one hand, touching her bottom lip with his thumb.

"Oh, shut up, you love it when I use them like this," she groaned.

"I really do," he said before crashing his lips against hers, letting his free hand dancing between her legs.

"Sousa, please –" she moaned, in-between kisses, trying to move her hips to reach his hand. 

"Sit on the bed, Daisy."

She unwillingly distanced herself from him and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him removing his shoes and the rest of his suit while getting closer to her until he was standing in front of her, only in his briefs. 

She took a chance to dig her fingers into his hips, pulling him close, kissing his V line, and then the strap of skin above his briefs line sensing his heartbeat getting higher and his breath getting heavier, knowing he would fall for it. (He didn't.)

"Ah, nope. Not tonight. Tonight is all about you," he said, gently pulling her hair to lock eyes with her.

"That," she said, touching him through his underwear, "is all about me too, you know." 

"Not tonight," he said, roughly, biting back a moan. He really wanted her, but not tonight and not like that. "Come here," he said, taking her hand guiding her where he wanted. 

They sat on the bed, with his back against the headboard, holding her hips tight and her straddling him. "That's all?" she chuckled while digging her fingers into his chest and moving her hips to find the right angle without him noticing.

"As I said, a little patience?" he groaned as he felt her grinding against his cock, trying to touch her clit "Daisy...stop," he grunted, gently slapping her butt to get her attention.

"Fuck–– that was...nice?" she moaned.

"I'll remember that." he chuckled, "Come closer, arch your back and open your legs for me. I wanna see you, sweetheart."

She moved her hips on his hipbone and planted her hands on the mattress to gain some balance while he was holding her steady.

"What are you––?" she whispered.

"I want you to quake your clit for me, babe," he said, gripping stronger on her hips, 

"Seriously?" she whispered, watching him carefully, to see if he was joking or not. He wasn't.

"Only if you want to," he continued, "I know you do it from time to time. I'd like to watch you if you let me," he whispered, smirking.

"Oh–– fuck" she groaned, bringing two fingers to her clit, quaking gently.

It was so good. 

She loved to do it when she was alone in the shower, but with him watching her, knowing that he knew about it this whole time? 

It sent shivers down her spine as she started moaning his name incoherently, focusing on the way he was watching her and on the vibrations on her clit. Sensing she was getting closer and closer, as he watched her getting off, leaving her wetness down his chest.

It was fucking glorious.

"Stop touching your clit,” he blurted out.

"What? Fuck–– I'm almost there," she cried out, intensifying the quakes.

"Wait, slow down, stop," he grunted, letting one of his hands falling to her butt and gently slapping her again, to get her attention.

"What the fuck, Sousa?" she retorted, not for the slap but the interruption, digging her nails into his chest.

"Just doing my job," he chuckled, getting away from the headboard and bringing his chest closer to her, grabbing her butt again to bring her closer, "What's with you and not following orders?" he asked, nipping her earlobe while she was leaving marks on his back.

"I outrank you," she moaned as he slipped one hand between her legs and through her folds.

"Not tonight, no. Such a bad girl you are..." he said, before licking the hickey he left on her neck, testing her patience.

"Are you gonna do anything about it?" she teased, trying to get him to do what she wanted.

"Have you ever put two fingers inside you and quaked?" he whispered to her ear, still teasing her folds.

"Yes, one time––fuck" she moaned, as she felt his hand where she wanted it.

"How was it?"

"I–– so–– amazing."

"Yeah? Why don't you do it for me, babe?" he teased, releasing her so she could return to her position.

She didn't say anything as she slowly got on her knees, straddling him again, opening her legs so he could see the way she touched herself. She brought two fingers to his mouth, silently asking him to get them wet for her. 

He did; he licked them and sucked them, watching her swear under her breath and making her understand he couldn't wait to do it again, in another way. 

She slowly brought them to her abdomen again, letting them fall between her folds and thrusting them inside, while holding on to his chest again with one hand, and started quaking, slightly at first.

"Fuck–– it's so good," she cried out, as she increased the vibrations.

"You look so beautiful like this –– gorgeous," he whispered as he watched her, "now move them for me, fuck yourself, ride those fingers––just like that," he repeated over and over again, tightening his grip on her hips.

"Oh–– oh my god, Sousa –– I need ––" she choked. 

He didn't even ask her what she needed. He just got closer to her and started sucking hard on her right nipple while circling her clit with his thumb, making her shake under his touch. 

"You're touching that spot, aren't you? The one that makes you beg?" he chuckled, leaving her nipple with a soft 'pop' but keeping a pace on her clit.

"I don't fucking beg –– Dan ––" she moaned, too distracted by her pleasure.

"Sure you don't. Now hit that spot like you were riding my cock, baby, and quake it" he whispered, watching her, letting his other hand wander on her butt, opening her up to make her reach a deeper spot and to brush his finger against her sensitive hole, making her cry out again.

She couldn't take it. 

He was everywhere. 

She could feel him everywhere. 

It was too good, too fucking good, "I'm so close–– oh, yes, fuck" she moaned, rocking her hips erratically, increasing the vibrations again, feeling herself going tense and her walls pulsing against her fingers.

He cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look at him, his eyes dark and filled with want, "Oh fuck, just like that, come for me, Daisy –– just like this. Such a good good girl, my gorgeous flower," he repeated roughly over and over again, touching her until he felt her coming.

After she stopped shaking, he looked at her. 

She was blushing.

A sheen of sweat coated her body. Her fingers still inside her.

She was a beautiful mess.

"That was –– uh, fuck, I didn't expect it to be that hot," she said, smirking but still blushing a little.

"Are you too tired? We can stop if you want," he asked her, caressing her cheek, brushing their lips together.

"No, I want you."

"That's not what I had in mind."

She gave him a questioning look. She had no idea what was coming for her.

He brought her closer, still keeping his hand on her butt, brushing their lips together, "I want you to take your fingers out and then brush them against your neck, your chest, your nipples, and then bring them back to your mouth and taste yourself for me," he said, biting back a moan.

And she did, without asking any questions. She let her fingers wander on her body while she started grinding against his cock, wanting to feel him against her folds.

"That's so fucking hot––" he groaned, "you taste good, don't you Daisy?" he asked her, leaning to lick her wetness off her neck "keep moving like that until you get nice and wet again."

"Oh –– my fucking ––" she choked, feeling heat pooling between her legs again as she moved her clit against his cock.

His mouth was already on her collarbone again, sucking and licking. Then on her nipple, tasting her wetness mixed with the salty taste of sweat.

Too. fucking. much.

"Up, now," he said, slapping her harder this time, interrupting her play on his cock, making her yelp.

"You're seriously enjoying this slapping thing, Sousa––" she said, looking at him, slightly amused.

"I admit it –– I am, a little bit," he whispered, smirking at her while moving under to lay on his back and place his head on the pillow, "Come here, I want you," he said, moving her legs up and guiding her towards his face.

Knowing she was already close, he didn't lose any time. As soon as she sat on his face, he started flicking his tongue through her folds, keeping her from moving with one hand and touching her clit with the other "you taste so good, baby, so good" he moaned, watching her from between her legs, "Pinch your nipples. Hard" he said, still fucking her with his tongue.

She looked so wrecked and perfect. 

He was technically dead and this was his heaven for sure.

She brought her hands to her breasts and did what he asked, as she felt closer again, she started rocking her hips, fucking herself on his tongue. He changed his pace, thrusting two fingers inside her, making her whimper, and moving his tongue against her clit. 

He stretched her so fucking well. 

It was unbelievable. 

She felt so close "I'm almost there –– I can't ––" 

At that, he sped up his pace inside her, hitting her roughly, making her moan even louder, "Fu–fuck yes, I'm coming, fuck fuck fuck fuck –– oh god," she moaned, pulling his curls, locking eyes with him while rocking against his tongue until her vision went black, and she felt her walls clench around his fingers again.

She collapsed against the headboard, tired after all of the...activity.

He let her go after gently licking all her wetness, leaving her to whimper every time he touched a sensitive spot. 


She climbed off him to finally lay on his chest, relaxing against him, "I'm so glad I asked you to do something different, you are…kinky? To say the least,” she said, curling up on his side, "but I didn't do anything for you," she pouted.

"You did plenty...and I have other “kinky” ideas, as you call them. But now you have to sleep, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing her forehead.