Author's Notes: Expect a lot more Daisy Johnson/Skye/Quake, cos Chloe Bennet is hot as fuck.
Daisy couldn't help but watch as Jemma's breath hitched. The brunette pinned her fellow SHIELD agent against the wall, her fingers tracing along the tech expert's jawline.
"I've wanted to do this for a long fucking time," Daisy whispered, her brown eyes sparkling.
"Daisy, I-" Jemma started, her own voice trembling.
"No, let me," Daisy cut her off, her fingers moving from Jemma's face to her hips, tugging her closer.
Jemma gasped as she felt Daisy's hips grind against hers, the brunette's gauntlets vibrating against her skin.
"Oh god," Jemma moaned, her head falling back against the wall.
Daisy smirked, her fingers tracing the waistband of Jemma's pants.
"Let me show you what I've been dreaming about," she whispered, her fingers hooking into the fabric and tugging them down.
Jemma whimpered as she felt the fabric slide down her legs, leaving her exposed to Daisy's gaze.
Daisy's eyes trailed over Jemma's body, taking in every inch of her exposed skin.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," she growled, her fingers tracing over Jemma's hip bones.
Jemma shivered, her breath hitching as Daisy's fingers moved lower.
"Daisy, I-" Jemma started, her voice trembling.
"Shh, let me take care of you," Daisy whispered, her fingers tracing over Jemma's wet folds.
Jemma moaned, her hips bucking against Daisy's hand.
Daisy smirked, her fingers moving faster, sending little quakes through Simmons' aching body.
"That's it, baby, let go," she whispered, her fingers pressing against Jemma's clit.
Jemma cried out, her orgasm ripping through her body.
Daisy smirked, her fingers still moving against Jemma's clit.
"Again," she growled, her fingers pressing harder.
Jemma whimpered, her hips bucking against Daisy's hand.
"Daisy, I can't-" Jemma started, her voice trembling.
"Yes, you can," Daisy whispered, her fingers moving faster.
Simmons cried out, her orgasm ripping through her body again.
Daisy smirked, her fingers slowing down.
"Good girl," she whispered, her fingers tracing over Jemma's clit one last time before pulling away.
Jemma shivered, her breath hitching as she felt Daisy's fingers leave her body.
Daisy smirked, her eyes trailing over Jemma's body.
"Now, it's my turn," she growled, her fingers moving to her own pants.
Jemma watched as Daisy tugged her pants down, revealing a strap-on.
"Fuck," Jemma whispered, her eyes widening.
Daisy smirked, her fingers tracing over the strap-on.
"You like?" she asked, her voice teasing.
Jemma nodded, her breath hitching as Daisy moved closer.
Daisy smirked, her fingers tracing over Jemma's wet folds.
"Good, because I'm going to make you scream," she growled, her fingers pressing against Jemma's entrance.
Daisy climbed on top of Simmons, straddling her hips. She reached down, gripping the strap-on and guiding it to Simmons' entrance.
She pushed inside, making Simmons gasp and moan. Daisy began to move, fucking Jemma roughly with the strap-on.
She pulled Jemma's hair, making her arch her back and cry out.
Daisy pounded into Simmons' pussy, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. She could feel Simmons' walls tightening around her, and she knew she was close.
She reached down, rubbing Simmons' clit as she continued to fuck her. Simmons' moans grew louder, her body trembling as she came.
Daisy growled, her own body shaking, as she reached her own orgasm.
She slumped down on top of the English brunette, smirking. "Knew you'd be a good fuck," Daisy smirked. Simmons was too busy trying to catch her breath to reply.