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Untitled-yes, again, sorry

Clarke was sure that if any of the three of her soulmates whom she was with, referred to their time having sex in an airplane as a "mile high club" incident, she'd scream at them. She told them this, without hesitation and all three Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner laughed, but decided to keep their mouths shut about it.

So, when the plane began going up, the four of them off on a trip to speak with some of the other superhero groups on the other side of the United States, that lived amongst the Boudalan tribe, and the pilot was told to keep his headset on and focus on taking them to the chosen location in California.

Or what was called now, "Fornia," by the tribe that lived there.

And while his hearing was blocked out, Natasha, Steve and Bruce began having their fun with their mate, Clarke Griffin.

As soon as the pilot's headset was on and the plane was up in the air, Clarke and her mates pulled off their seatbelts and got up out of their seats.

Bruce jerked his head in direction of the couch up alongside the wall of the plane. "Get your clothes off. Lie on your stomach now."

Clarke grinned, kicking her shoes off, pulling her shirt off and pulling her pants down. When she was completely naked, Clarke laid down on her back on the couch, her blonde hair dangling off of the side of the couch.

She felt her hips being gripped and being lifted up off of the couch and she gasped at the action, then felt the hands come off of her hips. She shivered, hearing three zippers being pulled down.

She heard pants being shucked off and heard metal buckles clinking, which let her know that Natasha was most likely putting on a strap-on.

"Let's be honest, here," Bruce said, chuckling, "There's a reason why would wanted just us three with you on this trip, right, kitten? You wanted all three of your daddies here, fucking you?"

Clarke whined.

Shit. Well, Bruce wasn't wrong about that.

Out of all of Clarke's soulmates, Natasha, Steve and Bruce, were the only three that were into the whole, "daddy" thing.

The rest of them craved her to call them "mistress" or "master."

"Well?" Natasha asked, smacking Clarke's ass, causing Clarke to cry out, closing her eyes, "What's your answer, slut?"

Clarke whined again, "Yes, daddy." She nodded. "I wanted only the three of you here," she said, "Because your my daddies."

"Good kitten," Steve chuckled, "Your safe word?"

Clarke swallowed, staring down at the light brown fabric of the couch, "Chocolate,"-because why not?

She more or less sensed her doms nodding and heard them walking over to her, even if there was a carpet over the floor of the plane.

She felt her legs being parted from behind. Clarke braced herself and her hands gripped the cushion of the couch.

"Ready, kitten?" Natasha asked, purring.

Clarke whimpered, "Y-yes, daddy. I'm ready."

"Good slut kitten," Natasha crooned and then Clarke shivered when she heard Natasha's voice become hard and commanding. The redhead said one thing only. "Steve," she said coldly.

And Clarke understood the meaning. The statement of that simple name coming out of Natasha's mouth was, "You fuck her first. Have fun. Because it's the only fun I'll allow you."

One might think that that was looking into one thing that Natasha said a bit too much. But Clarke knew Natasha.

Steve and Bruce would get Clarke first. But they'd only get to fuck Clarke a few times. After them?

Clarke's pussy was all Natasha's for the rest of the trip.

And probably for the trip coming back.

Steve also appeared to get what Natasha meant and wasn't put off by it. He chuckled, "Thanks so much, Romanoff," his voice sounded like the epitome of amusement, when he said those words.

He grabbed Clarke's hips roughly and Clarke gasped, hearing his next words, "Better make the most of the time I get to rail your pussy, sweet kitten," Steve laughed, removing his right hand from Clarke's hip and jamming three fingers at the same time into Clarke's cunt.

Clarke cried out, stiffening up, eyes clenching shut as she felt his strong, thick fingers enter her tightness. She moaned out as she felt Steve spread his fingers, his fingers curling against Clarke's inner walls.

She heard Steve laugh then as he pounded his fingers into her, curling his fingers inside her still, "Our baby girl is so tight for her daddies. You'd think our baby girl would be looser after how many times we've fucked her. Probably would be able to take five straps or five dicks in her cunt at the same time, though."

Clarke moaned at Steve's lewd words, honestly admitting to herself that she was intrigued at that idea, the idea of her mates stuffing more than two toys or more than two flesh and blood dicks into her pussy.

It probably would get uncomfortable, but she couldn't say that she wasn't intrigued, like she always was.

"Come, slut," Steve ordered, twisting his fingers and Clarke went over the edge, screaming, eyes rolling up into her head as her hips bucked hard into Steve's thrusting and twisting digits.

Before Clarke had even a second to recover, Steve's fingers pulled out of Clarke and Clarke felt the tip of Steve's cock at her entrance.

"Now, it's daddy's turn to get off," Steve laughed crudely, slamming into Clarke, all the way up to the hilt, making Clarke howl as she bucked her hips again and again.

After Steve fucked her eight more times, it was Bruce's turn then.

He positioned himself behind Clarke, as soon as Steve pulled out of their submissive.

He then placed the head of his cock, as hard as a rock against her entrance and didn't even give his kitten a warning. He just thrust all the way into Clarke savagely. Bruce rammed into her over and over again into her, hands gripping her hips hard.

Clarke shook and bucked hard, over and over again.

Bruce didn't have any super soldier serum, so, he didn't have as much stamina as Natasha or Steve, however, given his DNA disposition-meaning his condition as the Hulk, gave him a lot more stamina than the average human man his age.

So, it was in no way a surprise when Bruce began railing Clarke harder and harder, even after making Clarke cum five times.

Clarke clawed at the fabric of the couch as Bruce pounded her, chuckling, "Listen to her moan for her daddies."

Natasha and Steve both chuckled in response to Bruce's remark.

Clarke cried out when Bruce brought her to several more orgasms and climaxes and finally pulled out of her, stepping away.

Clarke shivered, knowing what was next.

It was Natasha's turn.

Clarke gasped when she felt the head of Natasha's thick, silicone cock at her entrance. Natasha, unlike Steve and Bruce? Went in slowly. Torturously slow.

She placed the head of the cock at Clarke's entrance and very, very slowly slid it right in, all the way.

Clarke whined and moaned at the slow torturous movement and she groaned, "Daddy, please…"

Natasha chuckled, smacking Clarke's ass as she went up into Clarke all the way to the hilt, chuckling, "Such a desperate slut, aren't you, kitten?"

Clarke moaned, shivering immediately in excitement, when she felt Natasha begin to slowly pull back, beginning to stroke the strap-on along Clarke's clit as the redhead started to pull out of Clarke's body.

Clarke gripped the cushion and shook and moaned, crying out and shaking even more, when Natasha just as slowly, pushed back into the blonde.

Clarke shuddered, feeling Natasha gradually pull out of her again and again, slowly and torturously slipped back into Clarke.

And she did this over and over again, going at an extremely slow pace.

Clarke actually sobbed, the feelings and yearning becoming overwhelming, "Daddy, please, I'll do anything!"

Natasha laughed and Clarke could picture the redhead's predatory grin. The Black Widow purred, "I know you will. But that won't make a difference. I'm going to continue to go slowly, sorry, kitten."

Natasha again, slowly pushed into Clarke, and slowly pulled out, then slowly pushed back in, the torturous stimulation finally pushing Clarke to her limit, and the overstimulation made Clarke scream, her eyes rolling up back into her head again, the climax and orgasm that tore through her this time? Feeling like it was going to cleave her in half.

She grabbed the cushion's material in a death grip as she shrieked, the new climax and orgasm tear through her.

The intensity of the climax and the orgasm was overwhelming and it felt like it was forever, and when it finally started ebbing, Natasha only began to stroke into her again, again rubbing Clarke's clit, all of these actions going extremely slowly.

Natasha chortled, "Time for another round, kitten. Unless you say your safe word? You're going to cum again for your daddies."

Clarke groaned. This was the worst. The best. But the worst.

Natasha rubbed Clarke's clit and still went torturously slow in and out of Clarke's pussy as she did.

Natasha chuckled, "Looks like our kitten can go a few more rounds."

Bruce and Steve both laughed and Clarke groaned against the couch.

"In that case…..," Bruce said suggestively, and even if Clarke wasn't facing either Bruce or Natasha, she could almost picture Natasha nodding to Bruce and could almost picture Bruce grinning at Natasha.

At first, Clarke didn't understand, but when she heard a bag being unzipped and felt a far too familiar rubber tip of a toy press up against her right thigh, hinting at what was about to happen, letting Clarke know that she was about to be fucked with a vibrator, she moaned and shivered.

Natasha wasn't even finished fucking Clarke multiple times with a strap, and already she was happy to whip out the vibrators.

Clarke groaned loudly as she came hard on Natasha's fake cock, clenching around it, eyes clenched shut.

She knew that this was going to be far from her last climax and orgasm. And she certainly didn't want to stop anytime soon.

But seriously, already the vibrators were being brought out? Natasha, Bruce and Steve all knew that Clarke tended to lose control way faster with those.

Her mates really were the worst.

Author's note

Me: Says that "mommy and daddy kink" aren't my thing.

Also me: Writes several fics about Clarke referring to Natasha, Steve and Bruce as "daddy."