⚠️⚠️⚠️𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶⚠️⚠️⚠️

⚠️⚠️⚠️𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝙸𝚟𝚢 𝙶!𝚙

𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗: 𝙳𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝

𝙸𝚟𝚢: 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎

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SUMMARY: Ivy gets a hard on during a boring caper dinner party where nothing is happening and Carmen helps her out.

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There had been some rumors about VILE activity in Athens, Greece, as told by player. Nothing was confirmed and the intel wasn't from a verified source, but Carmen and Ivy had come for some recon either way. One couldn't be too careful when it came to the Villains International League of Evil, after all.

They were now at a dinner party among the highest rung of society. Ivy could've sworn she'd caught a glimpse of a syrian oil tycoon and Prince Harry chatting it up over glasses of Thousand dollar champagne. Food wasn't to be served for another hour, allowing the guests to mingle at their tables. The fact annoyed Ivy. She had agreed to tag along with her girlfriend for access to some quality rich people grub, but apparently they couldn't even be bothered to have food ready in time.

The service was better back at that dump of a Pizza shop, Antonio's, that she used to work at as a teenager.

Looking for something new to focus on, Ivy's eyes landed on Carmen. The lady in red was up and about, mingling with the elite as if she was one of them, looking positively smoking in that red dress.

She traced the outline of Carmen's body with her eyes, following every perfect curve ever so slowly. The thief was in a dark red dress that was mermaid style, clinging to her god-given curves before bellowing out from her shins. The top was off the shoulder, exposing the creamy brown expanse that was the sweet curve of her neck and allowing a delicious view of her breasts.

Her breasts....

As Carmen walked, they jiggled slightly, a sheen of sweat gleaming along their cup.

Suddenly, Ivy's mind was going to dirty places and thinking dirty things. A memory from the other night assaulted her, where she had been fucking Carmen through the ass, the woman on the ground on all fours, Ivy's cock stretching her tight hole and her hands groping her generous tits.

They were so lush, so full, and so perfect, especially when they were playing in her hands. Or in her mouth, filling her up as she sucked them off, her teeth grating over Carmen's shrewd nipples.

Ivy felt a boner growing in her pants. She looked around, feeling red. "Not now!" She whispered aloud.

In a few seconds, her hard on was threatened to stand up stick-straight, barely compressed by her boxers and begging to be let out. As time passed, it only seemed to grow bigger, Ivy's hormones skyrocketing through the roof.

Carmen began to walk back to their table, her dark gray eyes locking into Ivy's sky blue ones, a smirk on her beautiful lush lips. Lips that were so perfect when wrapped around her di--

Ivy looked away, not able to take it. She desperately began to flit her eyes around the room, in search of anything to take her mind off of how ridiculously hot Carmen was—-and how good she was at sex.

Ivy was so focused on trying to ignore her horniness that she hadn't noticed her girlfriend come and take a seat next to her—or how her line of sight traveled to her bulge.

"What, you got a boner for Prince Harry now?" Carmen teased, leaning over to get a better look at her erection.

"Shut up." Ivy hissed, turning red, unable to meet her girlfriend's eyes. "They didn't bring the fucking food, so I was getting bored and wanted something else to think about, and what do you know, there you are in that dress with your tits bouncing everytime you move and now I have a hard on, so thanks a lot!"

Carmen bit her dark red lip, her eyes tracing the curve of Ivy's extension in her pants. "Well...." She drawled, scooting her chair closer to Ivy and placing her delicate brown hand on her thigh. "Since I had a hand in causing this, how about I give you a hand in fixing it?"

"Oh. Oh." Ivy said, realization dawning in her eyes at the same time a hot blush began to paint her freckled cheeks. "We're at a formal event, Carm! You can't give me a hand job! I mean, a quickie in the bathroom or hallway is one thing, but...."

"Come on, Ives, I'm bored. The source was wrong and VILE hasn't shown. We might as well have some fun."

Ivy was unable to respond, simultaneously terrified of being caught and even harder at the thought of fucking in public.

"Babe..." Carmen begins, stroking Ivy's length through her dress pants. "We're in the back, there are barely any lights, and the commotion is on the other side of the room."

Seeing the way Ivy was licking her lips, the lady in red realized all she needed was a tiny push. "Come on, this is hardly the most scandalous place we've done it. I mean, remember that time I gave you a blowjob at the beach?"

Ivy did remember that. Specifically, how hot it had been to have Carmen's pretty little mouth wrapped around her cock, sucking her off, with the stakes of being caught hanging right over them. "Carm, that ain't fair." She whined. "You're getting me harder just thinking about it..."

"Maybe I'll just keep telling you all the dirtiest things we've done until you cum in your pants." Carmen smiled wickedly, her sharp nails fingering a vein on Ivy's length as she spoke.

Ivy begins to scan the entire dining hall as Carmen's hand made it to the strap of her pants. Her girlfriend was right....everyone was too busy with their own conversations and had no view of Carmen and Ivy's lower halves. Plus, she'd be lying if the idea of getting off in a room full of unknowing people didn't turn her on.

The Bostonian met the Latina's eyes, nodding her head slightly and giving in. Carmen's gaze turns predatory as her lush lips swivel into a smirk.

"Just sit back, babe." Carmen instructed. Ivy slipped off her blazer, pulling down her pants and boxers to the middle of her thighs. Her erection sprung upwards and stood stick straight, slapping against her stomach.

"Mhmm....I'll never get over how thick your cock is," Carmen whispers deliciously, now stroking her bare dick. "Or how hard I make you."

The redhead groaned at girlfriend's words, closing her eyes.

Carmen reached her hand into her spanks to get some moisture and Ivy followed her every movement, trying her hardest not to moan. Seeing her internal struggle, Carmen grinned like a devil, swiping her wet fingers over her girlfriend's lips, before bringing her hand down and wrapping it around Ivy's shaft.

The redhead's hips jerked upwards upon contact and she bit her tongue, forcing her sure to be deep and throaty moan down her throat. Of course, that only made her think of how good it would feel shoving her dick down Carmen's throat, which made her cock twitch, which made her urge to moan grow even higher.

Ivy suddenly realized that while they might've been able to hide from other's sight, it would be a lot harder to keep from being heard. They had a lot of practice having to keep quiet when fucking in HQ while the rest of team red was still in the building, but this situation was obviously far more dire.

"If you think you're gonna moan, kiss me." Carmen said, sensing her thoughts. Ivy nodded, swallowing a lump in her throat and leaning back in her chair. Thank god the room was dimly lit enough for people to not make out their activities.

And then it began. Carmen flexed her fingers around her girth, running her fingers along her veins before beginning to move up and down Ivy's length. As seconds ticked by, the thief fastened her pace, tightening and releasing at an alarmingly swift rate. For a while, she studied her movements to ensure optimal pleasure for Ivy before glancing up to see how she was doing.

Sure enough, Ivy's head was back far enough for the chair to decapitate her head. Her features were scrunched up in an attempt to keep quiet and her fist was shoved into her mouth.

Taking the opportunity with glee, Carmen kissed along Ivy's pulsating neck as she worked on her dick, beginning to suck hard at the base of her shoulder. She used her free hand to grab Ivy's tie, pulling hard and choking her with the thing.

Ivy hurked as Carmen yanked her tie tightly against her throat, the fabric tight enough around her neck that she would bruise in a few hours. She focused in on the feeling of the lady in red's delicate fingers ravaging her dick, marveling at how dainty they appeared compared to the dirty, desperate way they were squeezing her shaft now, smeared with her thick, arousing wetness.

Moving up to her head, Carmen tightened her hold and swept her thumb across her tip. She gathered the Bostonian's Precum, spreading it around the rest of her extension, her hot fingers a beautiful contrast to the cool air.

"Carm..." Ivy whined when she relaxed her choking, her lips quivering. She bucked her hips into her girlfriend's hands desperately, both hating and loving how completely at her mercy she was.

Carmen just kept stroking, flicking her wrist in fluid motions and massaging the thickness between Ivy's thighs. She was no longer sucking at her neck, sitting up so that she could meet her girlfriend's eyes as she fucked her ever so skillfully.

"How does that feel, Ives?" Carmen whispered, leaning down, shadows playing on her face. She began to tighten the fabric of her tie around Ivy's neck again, squeezing her dick just a little bit harder each time she did.

"Hrrkkk!" Ivy struggled to say, her eyes shining with lust at how dominant Carmen was being today.

"Answer me." The lady in red growled, choking her even harder. Ivy's air flow began to paliptate, Carmen's hold on her constricting the passage between her throat and lungs so deliciously painful.

"Good!—it's—-so—so good—-fuck." Ivy croaked out, her eyes threatening to roll to the back of her head.

Carmen moved closer, providing Ivy with a view of her supple tits. Ivy eyed them in awe, thrusting her hips as Carmen worked on her cock.

"Stop looking at my tits, you fucking slut." Carmen growled, slapping her girlfriend's cheeks. She then smiled. "Suck them instead."

Ivy watched in absolute wonder as Carmen slowed her pace, using her free hand to bring the top of her dress down, it falling just low enough for her gorgeous tits to bulge out, pushed even higher with the dress working as a corset of sorts.

Carmen moved in, pulling the damask curtain next to them over a little bit to provide some coverage. Not even a moment later, her full, malleable breast was inside Ivy's mouth.

It was like she was in heaven. It was so, so hard to focus on her lush tits while Carmen was playing with her cock, but when her girlfriend tightened her choke hold, she knew she had to.

Ivy swiped her tongue over Carmen's nipples, the movement immediately causing them to shrivel inside her mouth. She closed her mouth around the mound of fat, beginning to suck in fluid motions.

As Carmen's fingers begin to do things she hadn't known as possible, though, Ivy lost herself. She groans against Carmen's breast, arching her back and bucking her hips into her girlfriend's hand.

"Almost there, huh?" Carmen purred, speeding up. The lady in red's palm began to work at a frantic pace, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

The thief yanks the hand that was currently not devastating her extension downwards, pulling her tie even tighter, its fabric digging into the sensitive skin of her throat.

"Cum for me, Ives...." Carmen says in her sexy cadence against Ivy's lips, swallowing her moans with her mouth as they came.

Ivy whimpered against Carmen's tit, the reverb coursing through her body and sending a wave of pleasure to assault the sensitive place between the Latina's thighs.

"My god..." Carmen whispered, letting the Bostonian's tie fall limp and releasing her choke hold. She began to gyrate her chest around her girlfriend's mouth. Who knew getting her tits sucked would've been this fucking good?

"Caaahhhm..." Ivy whispered, hindered slightly by a mouthful of tit. Her head threatened to snap off from her neck with how far back she was leaning past the rim of her chair.

Carmen moved diligently, grabbing a bundle of napkins and holding them before her girlfriend right as her fluids gushed outwards. She backed up just a little bit, finally allowing Ivy to release her sore, throbbing tits, fixing her dress so that it cupped them again.

"Fuck..." Ivy sighed in relief, falling limp against her chair. She brought a hand to her neck, where red marks from being strangled decorated her throat.

"Was the choking too much?" Carmen asked, sitting back and repinning her bun.

"No..." Ivy said with a gratified smile, pulling her boxers and dress pants up. "It was sexy."

Carmen smiled at her girlfriend, sitting up and letting her lips brush the woman's collarbone. "Well....let me kiss it better."

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I'm so so sorry I haven't updated in a week! I just have been trying to write a very specific oneshot request but I keep getting stumped :(