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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟔 — 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊
kinktober day 006 | roommate!natasha x werewolf!reader
despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast and be right by your side during your transformation. she gets a lot more than what she bargained for.
cont. reader has a cock, (very) rough sex, breeding, creampie
word count. 2063
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“Natasha, you can’t stay here during my transformation,” you plead, grasping your roommate’s hand in yours.
The brunette is adamant, looking up at you with a stubbornly steely gaze. “I’m staying, Y/N. You don’t have to do this alone anymore. You don’t have to suffer alone.”
You wring your hands in exasperation, somewhere near tearing your hair out in frustration or crying in anger. “You’re not listening to me, Nat. It’s not just the pain. I become a different being altogether, and you just can’t see me like that.”
“I can, and I will,” she stubbornly says, folding her arms over her chest and mistakably pushing her cleavage up, too.
The tips of your ears burn at seeing Natasha so utterly bratty.
You bite your tongue, refusing to argue with Natasha even more. Keeping you safe was one thing, but the real reason to steer Natasha away from you during the full moon was to keep her safe.
Because when you’re in your werewolf form, your true desires get heightened by a thousandfold, and from the way you already feel about Natasha, you’re worried it might implode when it comes to your inner beast.
As the Gods of Fate have it out for you, the full moon comes earlier than expected.
Your first agonized cry comes when Natasha’s still in the shower.
“Y/N!” Natasha calls out your name, once, haphazardly scrambling to wrap a towel around herself and sprint to the room where your cries are coming from.
The sight that greets her is absolutely horrific.
You’re bent over, on the floor of your room, on all fours and spitting out blood. Your back is bent at an inhuman angle, your spine broken.
“......Y/N?” Natasha’s voice shook, rooted to the spot in sheer terror.
You don’t respond. You’re in a state of little awareness, or so it seems, a low grunt of pain and fury escaping from you as your transformation continues.
Natasha takes in a deep breath and steps into the room.
She wants to reach out, hold your hand, tell you that it’s going to be fine but she knows it’s not. The sounds of excruciating pain, broken bones, and surpassed limits make Natasha weep for you on the inside, knowing that you have to go through this painstaking process every month.
The transformation seems to be slowing down, now. Your human blood is splattered across the walls of your room, but your werewolf form seems to be perfectly healthy. You’re still more human than wolf, though: your muscles had thickened and were iron-hard, and you were taller than before.
However, your wolfish eyes that survey the room are bloodshot red and absolutely inhuman.
That gaze is a chilling scene, narrowed eyes and steady puffs of air surveying the room. Your slow yet calculated mannerisms are reminiscent of your human form.
Natasha hasn’t quite yet caught your eye, but when she does, it’s like a predator has found its prey.
Your red eyes are like lit coals and smoking silver, surveying Natasha with every ounce of authority and a near possesiveness.
“Natasha.”
Time stills, and the sound of your haunting voice reverberates around the four walls of your room.
Natasha truly can’t help but let out the tiniest whimper of fear. And perhaps a little something more.
“Y/N,” Natasha says your name again, because it seems to be the only thing capable of falling from her lips, and she swallows harshly at your predatory behaviour. She presses into the wall, one hand clutching the top of her towel, the other finding purchase in the edge of your cupboard.
When you begin to move closer, Natasha screws her eyes shut, anticipating what was to come. Your presence looms over her, metaphorically and physically, and Natasha waits for her inevitable demise.
The ‘inevitable demise’ never happens.
Instead, Natasha’s eyes flutter open slowly to your huge hands gently wrapping around her torso, a sharp nose burying itself into the crook of her neck.
The whine she lets slip is involuntary. Your close proximity undermines her calm composure, regardless of your way, shape, or form. If that was telling of her feelings towards you, Natasha would choose to play oblivious.
You’re supposed to be scary, and Natasha’s supposed to be terrified, but with the way you’re dragging your nose up and down the column of Natasha’s slender neck, inhaling her sweet scent, she hardly considers her heart to be beating steadily.
She’s intoxicated by you, even more so with your unabashed exploration of Natasha’s neck. The redhead might be grasping at straws, but it’s almost like you’re seeking something. Something from Natasha. Comfort, perhaps?
“You’re okay,” the redhead whispers, fingers combing through your fur in comforting motions. She hears something that sounds suspiciously like a purr of satisfaction, so she repeats that motion.
Your head moves from her pale neck to her pretty collarbones and down her cleavage until your nose hits the obstruction of Natasha's towel.
A low rumble of disgruntlement sounds from somewhere deep in your chest. Natasha lets a full-body shudder take its hold of her body, under the vibrations of your low decibels.
Not comfort, then. What was it?
Almost like you could read Natasha’s inner thoughts, your werewolf form decides to say capre diem and let a huge hand slither up the inside of your roommate’s bare thigh.
Natasha squeals and swats your hand away, instinctively, then she catches herself and her eyes go wide.
Oh.
The fire that dances in your eyes is nothing short of a human-like mischief, playful and oh so dangerous. The incarnadine flush that adorns Natasha’s cheeks like a flower blossoming in the spring is one that your werewolf greedily soaks up, pulling her body flush against yours.
You can see the moment realization hits Natasha, the moment she realizes your desires are nothing short of sinful.
“Want,” you enunciate slowly, stately and unyielding. Your eyes are locked onto hers, gleaming.
Expectant. Possessive. Knowing.
The grasp of your hand on her inner thigh once again has Natasha letting out a breathy moan, one of pleasure and a startling realisation.
It wasn’t comfort. It was sex.
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If Natasha knew that werewolves were this fucking astronomical at sex, she would’ve introduced supernatural creatures into her bed a long time ago.
The position she’s in is nothing short of embarrassing, on all fours, grasping at the headboard like it was her lifeline.
Perhaps it was, truthfully, because with the ferocity of the thrusts of your Herculean-sized werewolf cock into her pussy from behind was worthy of being sent to the afterlife. Not like Natasha would complain, though.
“Oh- mhmmm, n’more, s’too much,” Natasha slurs, her breasts shaking rhythmically with each time your jerk that massive thing into her, velvet walls squeezing tight around your pulsing cock. Her eyes are threatening to roll back, drool already spilling from the sides of her lips, arousal already leaking from her thighs and on to the bed.
You don’t seem to give a damn about the messiness of it, though, and that could perhaps be linked to the scientific nature of more barbaric animals. But Natasha could ponder over animal studies at a later point in time, for now she was being treated like a fuckdoll, and it was midblowingly gratifying.
“All– the way,” you grunt, trying to shove the entirety of your huge cock into Natasha’s pussy, clearly displeased by the fact that you were struggling to be sealed inside the redhead completely and inescapably.
It shouldn’t have been a problem because she was already so wet, so pliant, so perfect for the taking. You’d make do with what you had, though.
“It’s too big,” Natasha had whined earlier, gasping as your tip stretched her opening out, the biggest thing she’d ever taken in her life. Her grasp on the headboard tightened as you slid in with a cruel impatience, big hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
“I’ll… make it fit,” you reply, somewhat slowly, your speech clearly deterred by your transformation into part-animal. The results of it are undeniably effective, nonetheless, the cockiness of your brash words making arousal pool in Natasha’s hips.
You’ve reached a sweet spot of Natasha’s, and her walls clench around your big cock tightly, mewling as you push its head against her sponginess.
“Right there, please, please, plea-” Natasha is cut off by one of her own moans when you jerk inside her, spurred on by the sheer tightness she’s providing you.
When you lean down to entrap Natasha in a breeding press, your bigger body engulfing her smaller one, slick and sweat converging in an unholy sacrament, it’s all over for her.
Going weak in the knees, Natasha moans as her arms give out and her front flops into the bed. The results of this lie in the fact that her back becomes beautifully arched, her ass rising towards the ceiling; your wolfish eyes drink the sight in with a lick of your lips, cock twitching at the prospect of all the new angles you’d be able to reach.
An animalistic prowess takes mighty hold over your sentience, triggering a feral craze to wash over your werewolf form, and it takes mere seconds before you ram your cock back inside Natasha’s wrecked cunt with undying fervour.
The warbled sounds the girl lets out beneath goes unheard, muffled by the pillow, but the sheer slickness of her pretty pussy gives a certain confirmation that she was enjoying it as much as you did.
Not that your werewolf would care much, anyways: What it was chasing was pleasure, seeking relief in the completely sexual sense, a carnal desire to take and to breed and to claim.
You push yourself in hilt-deep inside Natasha, fully lodged in, skin against skin.
Instinctively, your hands fly to Natasha’s belly. You can feel your cock bulge there, spreading her out, filling her up.
The next series of your thrusts cause Natasha to make noises she’s never made before, her body moving like clay under your touch.
You pull out and make her sob, then thrust all the way back in with an unbridled strength that leaves Natasha breathless. Then again, and again, until she cums helplessly around your cock, pulsing and throbbing and alight with nerves.
This is not the side of you Natasha’s grown to know and love. There are no gentle smiles, no soft hugs and whispered words of admiration. It’s completely animalistic, entirely pleasure-chasing, undeniably one-sided.
You’re thrusting into her like she’s your personal fuckdoll, bringing her to high after high, but you don’t even seem to register that fact. You’re using her for your pleasure, and it should be wrong, but…
“More! More, please, please, need another,” Natasha sobs into the pillow, every fibre of her body screaming at her to stop but her brain unable to put it into action. She hardly registers what she’s saying, only begging pathetically and dripping endlessly.
“Inside,” you growl, right next to her ear, sharp teeth grazing her earlobe. Natasha babbles her acknowledgement, even more turned on at the prospect of being filled, fuck it, and the orgasm that crashes over the both of you is heaven-like.
Natasha’s scream of your name reverberates for miles to come.
With that, you’re cumming, finally, and the seed that spills out from you is endless. Natasha drools into the pillow as you unload your cum inside her, gripping fistfuls of her ass pressed flush against your hips.
“Mine,” you hear yourself say. The helplessly, pathetically aroused tone of your voice nearly makes Natasha weep again — she’s rendered a damn werewolf near speechless.
Streams of white fluid spray onto Natasha’s back once you’re done with her cunt. You manhandle her around to face the front, to find her pretty eyes rolled to the back of her head, drool coating her lips.
Your werewolf heaves as you watch as your seed overflows from her pretty pussy and on to her thick thighs. A perfect creampie.
Your werewolf, however, has different plans, feeling your cock stiffen again at the sight of her ruined pussy.
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The next morning, you wake up with a throbbing feeling between your legs.
Shit. Was it my transformation?
You leap out of bed, yanking the covers off—
To reveal a very naked Natasha Romanoff, your best friend and your roommate.
She awakes with a start, blinking at the light, and then wincing as if her body was aching all over.
“.......Nat?” you ask hesitantly, eyes trailing over her marked thighs and tits. “What happened last night?”
“Okay. Don’t panic, but you’re fathering my children.”
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Eating Nat out with her thighs trembling and locked around your head, her back arched impossibly high of the bed and her head thrown back with those pouty lips parted in a silent scream?? Her hand teaching down to weakly push your face away from in between her thighs as her chest heaves?? A NEED
right, back to it. got some lovely little requests while i've been absent. can't wait to be back man oh my GOD. 18+ as usual, baby
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i think out of everything you and nat have tried, experimented with, out of everything, your favourite is still, just simply, eating her out.
thighs around your head, one clamped in each hand as your tongue works her. you enjoy yourself between her legs, it makes you feral- her taste, the noises she makes, the eye contact when you look up at her. the dark glint in your eyes makes her grip your hair, prompting a soft grind against your face as you tighten the grip on her thighs with your hands. maybe even digging your fingers in a little to leave a light mark.
it might just be nat's favourite too. your mouth is hot, wet, smooth and familiar against her. you know what makes her tick, and she knows it. you know her better than anyone.
you'll get a rhythm going with your tongue across her clit, dancing just the way she likes it. her soft sighs drive you insane, they make you not want to stop. so you don't. you want her to feel good, of course you do, especially when she rags your hair a bit harder, a gentle "please" falling from her lips when you press your tongue flat against her clit, a firmer touch to make her hips buck into your face. you'll go back to what she likes after that, finding that rhythm again
how could you not as you watch her back arch, the grip in your hair unforgiving and her watchful eye following your every move
it's when you let go of one thigh, taking your dominant hand, and tracing it across the inside of her leg instead. reaching the apex of her thigh, you'll tease along the smooth, silky skin until you find her- soaked
she'll buck her hips again, pleading for you to slip inside her. she wants to feel full, and your fingers do such a good job and especially when you hit that perfect spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back in her head, her hips buck and, potentially your favourite reaction, the low grown she'll release the first time you find it. and she knows what's coming next.
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pretty girl.
natasha romanoff x reader. amab.
-18+. just smut. <3 sub nat <3-
“I need to go and do something. I will be, like an hour.” You tell Nat as she huffs from the bed.
“Nat, stop for one second, okay? I just need to go and give someone my files and I will be back. You can wait an hour. You can, can’t you?” You tell her, she has been so persistent since she woke up this morning but sometimes work has to come first, especially when you are already a week late with your mission reports.
Nat nods to your words but it isn't enough for you, “I need words, Natasha.” You tell her firmly, no room for discussion and her eyes change again, not too soft but to lust. You already know what is going through her head.
“Yes…daddy.”
“Ugh! Fuck, you're trying to kill me right now.” You mutter as she moves over to your bed and sits on it on her knees, her eyes never leaving you. She is making it so fucking difficult to leave this room and not just have your way with her.
“I know I said, I will be an hour but I will try to make it quicker, and when I get back I expect you to be on this bed in the same position. If you are, I promise, you will get a reward, baby.” You tell her again, your hand gripping her chin and making her look you in your eye so she fully understands your words.
“Yes daddy.”
“Good girl.”
You're out of the room before she can even stop you.
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You manage to drop your files off in record time and quickly find yourself hurrying back to your room.
You left the elevator, deciding to run up the stairs in hopes of getting to nat quicker and you weren't disappointed when you walked back into your room.
Natasha was sitting on her knees in the middle of the bed, red lingerie clad on her body. Her head down staring at her hands on her knees.
You felt your dick twitch in your boxers at the sight, god she was gorgeous. And she was all yours.
“You're so good at following instructions baby.” Nat kept her head down as you spoke, just how you liked it. She knew not to speak if she wasn't asked too.
You start to strip yourself down to your boxers and finally move over to her on the bed.
You looked down at her and instantly noticed a dark red spot of her panties, your dick getting hard at the thought of her already wet when you hadn't even been here or touched her.
“Look at me baby…good girl. I’m feeling nice so I’m going to let you decide on what your reward is, tell me what you want baby.” You ask her as you place her face into your hand.
“I…I wanna ride you daddy…please”
“Good girl with your manners…” You mutter back, your head leaning down and placing a soft, gentle kiss onto her lips, she whines in frustration as you pull away.
“Get me ready for you then baby.” You tell her as you stand back up straight. Her body turning on the bed still on her knees, she reaches out for you, and pulls your boxers down. Your dick swinging up and hitting into your stomach.
Natasha’s hand grips you firmly as she starts to jerk you off slowly. Her eyes full of mischief as she lowers her head and spits onto the tip of your dick, you groan in annoyance at her taking her time.
“If you want your reward, you better hurry up, pretty girl.”
Her mouth engulfs you fully at your words, a moan leaving your throat at how well she takes you. No one does it like her. She bobs her head up and down your shaft, her cheeks howling out as she sucks you off.
You move to make a ponytail with her hair and help in pushing and pulling her on you, her own moans let you know she is enjoying it just as much as you are.
Natasha keeps one hand around you while her other moves to fondle with your balls, you push her hard and faster onto you, her gagging fills the room and you can't take your eyes away from the droll spilling down her chin.
Before you can cum too early you pull her off and push her to lay down on the bed, your eyes falling to her wet panties. You pull off her underwear, not caring about the sound of ripping.
“So wet for me, aren't you? Desperate little slut.”
Natasha’s eyes shine at your degrading words, her body squirming on the bed from needing to be touched.
You move to hover on top of her, your mouth latching onto her own, the sound of her moans have you fighting back the need to just pound her into the bed, she deserves her reward. She has been patient after all.
Your thumb starts to circle her clit as your kiss continues, her hips jumping every time you press down harder, just as she goes to put her tongue in your mouth, you push two fingers into her and replace her tongue with your own.
“So tight, fuck.” You pull away to look down, your fingers pumping in and out of her, her moans continuing to fill the room.
Her chest is right in front of your face and you instantly latch onto her perky nipples.
“FUCK! Ugh daddy, I’m gonna cum!”
“You either cum now or you cum on my dick. You pick” You say into her lips as you tease her with your thumb on her clit again, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, you wait for her to cum but she manages to gain control to answer your question.
“On your dick, let me ride you now!” You can’t say no to that. You pull your fingers from her and lay down on the bed next to her, not even caring at the fact your legs are hanging over the edge.
Natasha jumps up in anticipation and throws her leg over your waist, her hand moving towards your dick, but your hand slapping hers stops her.
“I didn't say you could touch.” You tell her sternly. Her eyes zoning back into submission as she hovers over you. You pull her down closer to you not giving her time to react as you fill her up straight away with your dick.
“FUCK!” Natasha moans, her body tense at first as she lets you hold onto her waist and rut into her a few times. Before lowering your hips back onto the bed and pulling her flush against you.
“Ride me baby.” Her hips start to move with your words.
You lay back with your hands behind your head as you let her do the work. Her hands take purchase onto your abs, her hips lifting up and down your length. Throaty moans continue throughout the room.
Her head lulls back, with her eyes rolling into her head as she takes control, very rarely did she ever when you had sex but again even now she isn’t the one in charge.
Her walls start to squeeze you tight, your own moans now filling the room as she pulls herself up until only the tip is inside of her and drops herself down to be full again.
“Daddy, please touch me, can only cum when you touch me.” Natasha begs, if you weren't feeling so nice then you would have made her carry on without you but not today. You pull yourself up, rest back on one hand as your other takes hold of her arse cheek. You grip her tightly as you start to meet her hips. Her body leaning down into yours gives her a new angle. Your mouth moving to leave marks over her neck adding to her pleasure.
“Gonna cum, can i cum daddy?”
“Cum pretty girl…” You meet her harder, your body leaning back to lay on the bed again, your hand moving to play with her clit as she screams your name while she cums.
Her body slows down, her breathing fast as she lays still on your chest. Your dick still hard and twitching inside of her, the need to cum now in the front of your mind.
You lift her hips and slip out of her and place her on her front on the bed. You're quick with getting behind her. Her head turns to watch as you pull her to sit on her knees, your body standing up at the end of the bed. Her back arching perfectly as she lowers the top half of her body onto the bed, your hand moving up to move her hair over her shoulder so you can see her face more clearly.
“Gonna fill you up now, yeah? You want that?”
“Shit, I want that so badly daddy, please fill me up!” Natasha practically cries as you fill her up again and start to move your hips inside of her, you start off slowly, wanting to build yourself back up again. Her hips push back as you lower to press kisses onto her shoulders.
“Tell me how you want it baby, do you want it hard and fast or slow?”
“Hard and fast please, need to cum again.” You don't argue with her as you pull out to the tip and ram back into her, her moan broken with how hard you are continuously rutting into her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Your chest moves to meet her back, your hips not ending your torture. Your hand slides up her chest and gives her boobs a squeeze and then to her neck, you grip her firmly and pull her back up along with you.
Her back still perfectly arches as your hips meet her ass.
Her hand squeezes her throat everytime she moans, cutting off her moans as you breathe deeply into her ear.
“Such a good pussy, you're gonna milk me dry aint ya, you slut.”
“Daddy, gon cum…”
“Wait for me!” You grit into her ear as you move your hips impossibly faster, the bed moving with how hard your thrusts are.
Her back somehow arches more, your dick reaching even deeper with the new angle, you have to keep focus on keeping up your thrusts as you come closer to the edge.
“Cum, cum now!” You moan into her ear. Her body tenses and then spasms as she releases onto you. Her cum drips down your shaft and onto your thighs, her walls tighten and you bury yourself fully into her as you finally explode.
“FUCK!” Your hips twitch, your body tense as she continues to grip you tightly. Her breath deep as your hips slowly twitch up into her, prolonging your high.
You let go of her neck and slide your hands down to hold her chest. You stay inside of her as you lower the both of you onto the bed.
Natasha goes to move her hips to let you slip out but your hands instantly fall to her hips and keep her against you.
“We are not done yet, pretty girl.”
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Summary: A virgin Nat x G!P Reader fic.
A/N: Did I go a bit overboard with the lovey-dovey stuff, yes. Is it because I am feeling extremely lonely, also yes.
So, I will be taking girlfriend applications from- I am kidding. There is no time limit. ;)
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She moaned and arched her back as you pumped your fingers in and out of her. You were going in deeper than all the times before this and she seemed to enjoy it.
After a few minutes, she held your wrist as your knuckles hit her and started moving on her own. You gently rubbed her clit in soothing circles knowing she was close and that pushed her over the edge.
She stilled in your arms as an intense orgasm washed over her and you held her close, mumbling soft nothings in her ear. She was in a daze and you looked at her lovingly, pulling her chin forward to kiss her.
“That's my girl.”
You said between kisses and she shivered at the claim. She moaned and whined a little when you pulled your fingers out of her. But you kept your hand pressed up against her opening for a bit, hoping to calm her.
“That was…”
She started and looked at you.
“Intense?”
“Very much so.”
You chuckled and pulled her close. She snuggled closer to you and looked up again. Her eyes filled with a decision.
“I think I am ready.”
You looked at her curiously.
“Ready?”
She ran her hand down your stomach and gently took a hold of your very, very hard dick.
“For this.”
She leaned forward and whispered in your ear.
“I want you to breed me, Alpha.”
That declaration sent a shiver down your spine and you possessively held her by her waist.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded with certainty in her eyes and you kissed her hard. But, you stopped her as she started grinding herself on you.
“I don't want our first time to be in the back of a car. So, would you like to go on a date with me, Ms. Romanoff?”
You asked, teasing her entrance with the tip of your finger. She moaned softly before answering,
“I would love that.”
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You met on the university grounds. Sitting by herself, focusing on the book in her hand. She was unlike any person you had ever laid eyes on.
You were the heir to one of the biggest tech companies in the world. So, omegas tend to throw themselves at you and suffice it to say, you took complete advantage of that.
But, she was different. When you sat by her side, wanting to discuss the book in her hand, she asked for time to complete it and then discuss it with you in detail. You nodded and asked her if she knew when she would be done.
“Maybe in two days.”
She replied and you nodded.
“How about I take you out for a coffee on Friday? So, we can discuss the book.”
“Are you sure that is the only reason you want me to go have a coffee with you?”
“No. I also wish for it to be a bit more than just a discussion. It is an official invite for a date.”
You said confidently and she seemed to contemplate her answer.
“Okay. Coffee on Friday.”
You smiled and kissed her cheek before leaving.
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That day, you didn't know if it would work. But today as your fingers entwined over the gear shift of your car, you knew that Natasha Romanoff was your future. You smiled and tightened the hold on her hand.
She in return rubbed her thumb over yours. You pulled her hand towards you and kissed it right where your fingers met. You finally stopped your car in front of her house and hopped out to open her door.
“I will pick you up at 7.”
You said and softly kissed her.
“I will be waiting.”
You finally released her waist and she waved before disappearing into her home.
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You gave yourself another glance in the mirror. To say you were nervous about today would be an understatement.
You have had sex with several women till now. More often than not your nights were spent with women in your bed. But, it was your first time having sex with someone you were in love with.
You reached Natasha's place and rang her doorbell. She opened the door and you were sure your jaw was just a few inches from the ground. She was wearing a beautiful maroon dress which left just enough for imagination and if it wasn't for your resolve to give her the best date she had in her life, you would've devoured her right then and there.
But, you offered her the flowers you bought for her instead. She smiled, looking at the red roses, and asked you to step in for a moment, to place the flowers in a vase.
She filled up a vase nearby with water and placed the roses in it. Once she was done, you offered your arm and she held your bicep as you stepped out.
You opened the car door for her and clipped her seatbelt.
The first few times you did it she felt it was a bit weird that you insisted on the seat belt thing. But, then you explained that you wanted to keep the most precious thing in your life safe, and that made her melt a little.
After that, every argument you had, every little spat, was resolved once you clicked that seat belt for her.
“All safe and sound.”
You said and kissed her before hopping over to your end. You started the car and took her hand in yours kissing it.
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You reached the restaurant and the host waiting for you outside placed a basket basked in your back seat. Natasha looked at you with surprise in her eyes.
“We are not going in there?”
“No, no. I just thought it would be a disaster if I cooked.”
She chuckled, maybe remembering the time when you burned the pot of boiling water.
“It would be. Yes.”
You chuckled with her at that and started driving.
“Where are we going then?”
“It's a surprise.”
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After driving for about an hour, you finally reached the place and opened the door for Natasha again, unclipping her seatbelt and offering her your hand.
She looked around and it was a bit dark to be able to see anything. She held onto your hand a bit tighter. You pulled her closer and placed an assuring hand on her waist, knowing she was a bit afraid of the dark.
You led her a bit further into the woods and she gasped at the sight in front of her. The place was illuminated with tons of small lights and there was a blanket in the middle. You were giving her a picnic under the stars.
She looked at you with a few tears in her eyes before hugging you hard and muttering “Thank you” over and over again.
You held her close till she was ready to part again. You placed the picnic basket on the blanket and pulled her in your lap.
“Let's eat, shall we?”
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After you were done with your meal, you had Natasha wrapped in your coat and the both of you in a blanket. She was snuggled closer to you, and you were talking about everything and nothing.
Her head was placed on your shoulder and you had held her waist possessively and you realized there was no other moment in your life where you were as happy.
“Will you marry me?”
That made Natasha go still in your arms and she looked up. Maybe she was trying to find dishonesty in your request. But, you looked at her just as intensely.
“Ask me again.”
She said and you sat both of you up. You held her cheeks in your hands and looked into her eyes.
“Will you, Natasha Romanoff, marry me?”
“I will, yes. Of course. Yes.”
She rushed it out and you kissed her with all your might.
“You have just made me the happiest person on this planet.”
You kissed her again and before you both realized it, you were a tangle of limbs on the cold ground with only a blanket under you.
“Not here.”
You said pulling away, panting.
“If you think I can wait for an hour for you to drive in the city…”
“No, no. Of course not, my Princess. Come on.”
You stood up and offered her a hand. She took it and stood with you.
“There is only one thing I wish to do right now.”
You said and you motioned toward her neck. She instantly knew what you meant.
“You want to claim me?”
“I cannot think of any better place to do it.”
She looked into your eyes and smiled.
“You may.”
You smiled and your hand directly went up her dress and between her legs while the other pulled her closer. You growled when you realized she wasn't wearing any panties and you pumped your fingers into her.
You softly bit down on her neck and she hissed as the pressure increased. You kept fucking her with your fingers as you finally staked your claim and she came hard with a mix of pain and pleasure. If it wasn't for your assuring hand on her waist, she would not be able to stand anymore.
After she came down from her high, you looked into her eyes.
“You are officially mine now.”
You said matter of factly and she nodded.
“All yours.”
You kissed her once again but pulled apart.
“Let's go.”
“Where?”
But you just decided to pull her towards the Stark cabin on the property. It was a small walk from the lake and you reached there within a few minutes.
You unlocked the door using your thumbprint.
“Come on in, my Princess.”
You said, picking her up in a bridal carry and carrying her inside.
You carried her to the nearest bedroom and placed her on the bed. You kissed her softly and looked at her. Her eyes seemed a bit unsure now.
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes. It's my first time. What if it hurts? What if I am not good? What if-”
You cut her ramble off with another kiss and pulled away.
“We can stop if you wish to. Anytime. I am right here with you. Okay?”
She nodded and you placed another kiss on her lips before finding a vulnerable place on her dress and tearing it down to her navel. You softly push it out of the way and take her nipple in your mouth while stimulating the other with your thumb and index finger.
She gasps as you bite her nipple.
“So fucking beautiful.”
You whisper to yourself more than her, but she hears it and a blush spreads across her neck.
She gasps again when you finally tear down her dress entirely and start placing kisses and bites all over her stomach before finally licking her sticky wet center.
“Fuck!”
She exclaims and you look up.
“That is the plan.”
You dive in again, licking the pussy. She writhes under you and tries to both pull you closer and push you away as she is extremely sensitive because of the recent claim stake.
“Cum.”
You command and keep eating her. She lets go and you suck on her clit and her entire pussy to collect all her pleasure.
She is convulsing for a bit before she calms down and you keep licking her to keep her nice and wet for the bigger intrusion waiting for her.
You stand up and remove your shirt and then your pants. She looks at you hungrily as you strip and she grabs your hard dick over your underwear.
She moans at its size and you pull it out.
“Suck.”
You command and she crawls over taking your tip in her mouth. She sucks and licks your head, but you have had enough and you take a hold of her hair and push more than half of your length in her mouth.
You hold her there till her mascara runs down her face. You pull it out to let her take a breath before pushing it in again and fucking her throat.
After a few turns, she is bobbing her head on the dick herself. You make her gag on your dick a few times before pushing her onto her back and biting down hard on your fresh claim.
She wails with pleasure and pain and you softly push your tip inside her. But, she does not say her safe word and you keep going.
She gasps and writhes under you. But you hold her in place and push a few more inches into her. She holds on close to you and you stop for a moment.
“Are you okay, Princess?”
You ask and she nods in your neck.
“Good girl, good girl. Just a bit more to go.”
She nods again and you finally push your entire length inside her.
That makes her wail loud in the sudden intrusion and pain and you lick her neck, your claim and kiss her to soothe her pain. You keep kissing her till she calms down a bit.
After a few minutes, you feel her starting to move under you, trying to get some friction and you start moving softly in and out of her. She moans and you finally start fucking her.
You start slow and steady but increase your speed when she starts asking for more. You start pumping in and out of her hard and fast and she holds onto your back with her sharp nails. You pick her up by her ass and push her against a wall.
“This is going to get hard and harsh now. Understood?”
She nods and you start fucking her harder. She bounces on your dick and you push a finger in her asshole.
She gasps at the sudden intrusion and cums hard on your dick.
“You like that, huh?”
You ask as you keep fucking her. Her face is adorned with blush and she hides her face in your neck.
“Look at me.”
You command and she pulls away to look into your eyes.
“Did you like it when I stimulated your asshole?”
She nods.
“Verbal confirmation.”
“Yes. I loved it.”
“Good girl.”
She cums a few more times after that and you keep on fuckingbher through all her orgasms before shooting your load in her.
“I am going to knot.”
You declare and she opens up her legs a bit wider to accommodate you.
“Give it to me, please.”
You nod and take her to bed. You move both of you in a comfortable position, her on top of you before expanding her entire pussy with your knot and connecting both of you. She shrieks as she is opened up so much and you suck her boobs to relieve her pain a bit.
You pull away and kiss your exhausted fiance.
“You did so good, My Princess.”
She whines and tries to move before pain shoots down your knot.
“Don't. We have to wait till the knot goes down.”
She whines and hides her face in your neck.
“I love you.”
She grumbles resembling something of a response of a similar kind and you smile before both of you are pulled into a slumber.
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The next morning, you wake up with morning wood. Your wood is enveloped by warmth and you start pumping in and out before soft moans completely wake you up.
She is moaning in her sleep and you increase your speed and pressure to fuck her and she wakes up when you hit one of her sore spots from last night.
“So, now that you can fuck me, you will just use me as a fuck hole, huh?”
Your dick gets more strained at that.
“Oh, you like that, don't you?”
You pump in her hard and hold onto her throat.
“Of course I do, my fuck hole.”
You kiss her. You fuck her till she cums and you empty your load in her again before pulling out of her and she whines at the emptiness.
“Don't wear anything. We are here for two more days and I am hoping to take complete advantage.”
You smirk and spank her pussy as she whines and leaps to you before you run away.
“Go and get ready. I am making breakfast.”
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Part VI — Lovemaking, Family, Romanoff
Pwede na yung same-sex marriage sa PH, sabi ko.
Warnings: Mentions of childhood trauma, abandonment, some kink (?), BADLY written smut, cursing, INACCURATE translations!
Plus, forgive me with the first few scenes, I don't normally write those so...
"Y/n..." Natasha chomped her bottom lip, trying to draw out some air with each hard breath she took. "Please, baby, I need to-"
"Hold it," You commanded sternly, whimpering as you took Natasha's enormous length, which was huge for your tight little core. "You don't get to come until you make me squirt, are we clear?"
"Hmffghn." A single tear streamed down her left cheek while she fought her hardest not to let herself go inside you, as you had ordered.
Her length was repeatedly pumped into you, and you quickened your pace when you felt something weird yet familiar building up in the pit of your stomach, and you kept repeating your motions with treble efforts until you felt something explode from you.
"Can I... can I cum now? Please, baby?" Natasha exhaled sharply.
"Beg."
"I want to give you my children, breed you over and over again, and make love with you until you pass out—please, please—Oh, fuck! Detka, please-"
"Cum," You finally ordered, your sensitive core moving once again, making you groan with pleasure and ecstasy. Natasha then quickened her rhythm, seeking her own climax, when suddenly, just as she was about to cum, she was startled awake by a pillow striking her in the head, forcing her to wake up with a hazy mind.
"Wet fantasy, Romanoff?" You grinned, leaning seductively against the pillow in your head. You decided to taunt her and mimic her words in her sleep earlier when you noticed her heated state, "Please, please, please.."
"Fuck off!" Natasha glared. She cannot, for the life of her, look you in the eyes right now because she is embarrassed and ashamed of herself.
"I mean, it's hot, but-" Before you could continue your thought, you heard a knock on the door, followed by your Lola's and Mama's voices.
You jumped up and kicked all the sheets and pillows beneath the queen-sized bed before settling up next to Natasha. You attempted the cuddling position, with Natasha being the bigger spoon from behind, but then you felt something poke your ass, causing you to move away.
"What the fuck is that?!" You exclaimed, wide-eyed at her.
"It's morning!" Natasha explained sheepishly, grabbing a cushion to place between your lower bodies before snuggling you again. When you heard another knock from outside, you grabbed the nearest book and opened it, pretending to read as you let them in.
"Well, well, well." Your Lola smirked. "Did we disturb something?"
"Haha, like what?" You questioned nervously.
"I mean, come on, your cheeks are both flushed. The book that you're reading is upside down. Both of your bottom bodies are covered… So what? How many Apo can you give me before I die, huh? I want a dozen, please. It's your gift for me on my birthday, yeah?"
You flushed violently at Lola's remark, hurling the book back into the corner before clearing your throat as if you weren't embarrassed at the moment. "Morning, Lola and Mama, what are you doing here so, um, haha, early?"
Lola stepped forward, "Well, I want to request something from the both of you."
"Well, anything, please." You urged her to go on.
"I want you to get married tomorrow—on my birthday! Isn't that great?!"
Natasha became anxious since you haven't spoken about the wedding yet, saying, "But we don't have a venue yet! We haven't prepared anything properly. Plus, we don't want to ruin your moment!"
"It's fine, we've set that up already in the barn where we, the Y/l/n family, all got married! It's like a tradition now." Lola cleared up, "And I've already had 89 birthday parties; I don't need another one!"
What do we do? You and Natasha exchanged glances quietly because you both got caught off guard.
"I'll treat your silence as a yes! Anyways, we already booked the wedding planners, and they would organize everything so you don't have to worry about anything anymore. In the meantime, we have to borrow Natasha for her fitting, yeah?"
Silence is never an indication of yes. Because silence means contemplating between yes and no, and it will never be a yes as long as there is a potential for no.
God.
"I… can we have breakfast first?" You cringed, looking for an excuse to speak with Natasha alone.
"Oh, yeah! We brought some palabok and pandesal."
"I made the pandesal." Your father barged in, "I wanna say sorry, Y/n. It's a foul move on my side."
"Thank you, Pa." You smiled, relieved that you wouldn't have to argue with him for the rest of the day. "So... may we eat?"
"Yes." They all responded, smiling as they walked away, leaving your Lola to smirk playfully one more time, making you giggle cheekily till they shut the door.
"What the fuck just happened?" You stated, scratching your tired face as your mind raced, but it all faded as Natasha's warm hands massaged your shoulders, relaxing you with her warm breaths against your ear in her serene presence.
"It's okay," She repeated like a mantra to soothe your panic, even if she needed some comfort herself. "We'll get married and divorce quickly as soon as I get done with my visa issues."
"Yeah," You agreed, then looked her in the eyes.
You become lost in her labyrinth of green orbs as you browse over her facial features with just enough precision to make them flawless in your eyes. The way they flicker and flash against the sunshine streaming through your room's windows and the way they transmit some unknown message to you as if trying to tell you something vital had you staring, and honestly, you could look at them for an eternity.
"But for now, let's eat," Natasha stated, pulling you out of your reverie and offering you the dishes that your family had prepared. "I wouldn't want my fiancé to find another woman just because I didn't feed her, right?"
You chuckled unsurely at that.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Natasha cursed repeatedly underneath her breath as she escaped the house. She wandered around, trying to breathe in some fresh air to clear her mind. "It's not real. I'm not—love is for children, Natasha, stop this-"
She's denying it.
She doesn't want to get hurt.
She was protecting herself.
Except that she's not.
In fact, she's putting herself more on the verge of pain since she's not acknowledging her feelings, and that can cause a lot of damage for her.
"Please stop this-" Natasha came to a halt in the middle of the road when she noticed Lola in the center of the roadway. She had one hand on a megaphone and was grinning from ear to ear.
"Makinig kayong lahat!" (Everybody, listen!) Lola declared over the speaker. "Ipinatawag ko kayong lahat rito upang imbitahan kayo sa kasal ng aking pinakamamahal na Apo!" (I've called for your attention today because I want to invite you all to my beloved granddaughter's wedding!)
Natasha couldn't understand anything, but she obtained the answer to her questions when everyone around them clapped, especially when she made eye contact with your grandma.
She realized she was in a fucked-up position.
"Natasha, come here, please!"
She complied. "Yeah?"
"This beautiful lady right here is my Apo's manok! Everyone, meet Natasha Ganda!"
Everyone seems to adore her as they chant her name, oblivious to the fact that the people of NYC despise her guts and probably want her dead every time they see her in the office acting bossy and shit.
"Mabuhay si Natasha!" (Long live Natasha!)
"Mabuhay!" (Long live!)
"Luh patay na nga e." (Eh, she's dead already, right?) The author laughed as she ate a burger inside her hospital room since she is stubborn and refuses to take her meds.
Your author flu away!
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"Oh," Your mother asserted as Natasha exited the dressing room. "You look so... perfect."
The redhead stood there, dressed in a modest yet magnificent white bridal gown passed down from generation to generation.
"I might need to loosen up some parts," Lola replied, looking at the bottom of the garment as Natasha blushed and covered her bump with her hands.
"No need to be shy around us, Apo," Lola smirked before delicately removing the necklace Natasha had never seen her without.
Your mother cried when Lola placed the necklace that meant so much to her around Natasha's neck, perfectly fitting it there.
"Take this." Lola smiled. "Take care of it like you're going to take care of my only Apo."
"I can't—no, please, Lola.." Nat shook her head, a lump growing in her throat as she felt guilty for all of this act. She realized how wonderful you and your family are, and yet here she is, ruining everything by lying to those people who accepted her despite her flaws.
She never had this.
Her mother had abandoned her at an early age, and her father was unknown to everybody. That's why she was forced to be alone. Then, at the age of 11, she was adopted, and this was a critical moment for her since her adoptive father (Dreykov) was cruel to her. It was at that point that she realized how to be strong and remembered her previous mother's words to her: Pain only makes us stronger.
That enabled her to cope.
Despite the odds and circumstances she had to face, she has made it to this day.
So having someone care for her, love her, give her pleasant things, or say something lovely about her was tremendously overwhelming.
"Take it, please," Lola pleaded.
"I can't," Natasha answered, biting her lip and fighting back tears. "I can't do that. It's yours, and I can't take it-"
"Yes, you can. It's a gift from me, dear."
"You're a family now," Your mother butted in, wiping her teary cheeks. "Plus! It's bad to refuse blessings, you know?"
"I do know that, yes." Nat sniffed quietly, nodding against her will. "Please know that I'm beyond grateful... You don't know how much."
"You're very welcome, dear."
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"Hey! Where have you been? I bought you some street foods for you, and they're on the table-"
"I forgot, okay?" Natasha yelled randomly as she barged inside your shared room. You were playing your PS5 on the couch in front of your bed. "I forgot!"
"You forgot what?!" You asked, extremely confused.
"How it feels to—to love and be loved at the same time! God, this is pathetic, but it's scary as fuck!"
You stood on the couch when you heard someone sniffing behind you.
Natasha stood there, her eyes bloodshot and her lips quivering as she clutched herself tightly, as if to protect her small frame. Her stance was rigid, and her jaw was so tightly clamped that you were frightened it might shatter soon—she was shaking, and you didn't hesitate to grasp her in your warm arms.
She was apprehensive at first (locked in her place), but she felt powerless with no one to lean on, so she eventually caved.
"It's okay," You whispered, rubbing her back soothingly. "It might feel overwhelming right now, but you have to know that you deserve to feel all of this. To have a family beside you—ready to fight with you and all. Nat, we're here."
"I feel so horrible for lying," She murmured, pawing your shirt. "They were so kind and gentle and beautiful—I don't deserve that."
"Shh, you do, Nat, you do." You reassured, "It's okay. Let it out."
"Thank you," Natasha mumbled against your shoulder after breaking down for a good while.
"You're always welcome."
Perhaps it's the warmth that you provided or the thought that she has a family now that made her cower away, but nonetheless, after her crying and embarrassing (for her) session with you, she ate and waited until it was bedtime.
After she made sure that everyone was deeply asleep..
She left.
She left for good.
For your good.
As well as your family's.
Because if you love someone, you need to set them free.
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Needs
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Natasha had a very long week and needs to wind down with the help of a friend.
Warnings: Smut, thigh riding (N), praise kink, bottom!natasha, FWB
AN: This is my first fic!!! Also not a veteran on tumblr so the format could be weird im trying ok!!
The light from your bed-side lamp cascaded over the book you were reading. After a long week you always put some time aside to read so you could clear your head, even if it was at 2am. It was the best time to get lost in a book. The compound was nearly dead silent with only the sounds of light rain pinging on your window. Though you had been reading the book for a few hours now, you caught your mind drifting away from the pages and onto a certain red head.
You and Natasha's relationship was quite simple. If one of you had an itch to scratch, the other would scratch it. This sort of mutual understanding had been going on for quite some time now.
You kept trying to keep your eyes on the page and the books scenery in your mind, but the story kept slipping away. You reread the same page over and over trying to push your urges away, and just as you were about to give up your phone vibrated.
You looked off into the distance and a small smirk ran across your lips as you knew no one else but Natasha would text you at this hour.
You grabbed your phone and saw the message,
I need you.
You couldn't help but smile a little bit. It's like you and Natasha's bodies were in tune with one another.
You adjusted your boxers a bit as the text seemed to send some heat down to your core. It had been over a week since the last time the 'benefits' part of your friendship came into play. Even so you had hardly seen her besides a few passing glances at meetings. You knew it was because Fury had her on several cases that required a lot of paperwork, and no matter how many times you told Natasha to stand up for herself and set boundaries on the amount of work she could take, she never did.
You typed back,
the door is unlocked
You set your phone back down on the nightstand and let the anticipation set in.
You relaxed back into the leather of your chair and hoped she would be at your door sooner rather than later. But in the meantime you picked your book back up to pretend you were still following along.
Only a handful of minutes later the door to your room opened slowly and in stepped an exhausted assassin. She didn't make eye contact with you as she shut the door quietly and stayed there with her hand on the doorknob, lingering.
Just as you were about to ask her what she was doing she turned around and locked eyes with you. Those green eyes conveyed a very deep lust that you could read immediately. However, you didn't fail to notice her heavy eye bags.
You broke the gaze as your eyes traveled over her body and took in her figure. All she was wearing was an oversized flannel, barely buttoned up, with a pair of underwear. You nearly went slack jawed as you locked eyes with her yet again and she made her way over to you.
She gingerly took the book out of your hands, folded the page you were on so you wouldn't lose your place, and set it next to your phone.
She slowly climbed onto your lap and set her hands on your shoulders as she kept eye contact. Your hands found their way onto her hips and you gently squeezed.
At a near whisper, she said "I'm sorry I'm so needy", and at that your face screwed up in disbelief.
Your hands kneaded into her thighs and you lowly replied "don't ever apologize for having needs, Natalia." She pulled her bottom lip in slightly and finally broke eye contact to look down. You caressed her cheek and she looked back at you with hooded eyes. You closed the distance between the two of you to ghost your lips over hers. Her breath hitched at the intimacy. Just as you noticed her shallow breathing she closed the distance and kissed you hard. Her lips danced with yours and you inhaled her vanilla scent, wishing she had come to you sooner.
The pace remained slow and sensual as your hands traveled up her back and began to trace all of her muscles. Natasha felt something deep inside her begin to churn with every kiss from you. She had not seen you all week because of the mountains of paperwork, mission planning, and training she had to do. She needed a release. Bad. But she kept the pace slow, deep, romantic even, as she didn't have the energy to do much else.
Her hands began exploring your chest and she subconsciously began to grind into your lap. Both you and Natasha groaned into each others mouths at the sensation.
One of your hands came up to start unbuttoning her top while she moved down to your neck. Once she found your pulse point, she began to suck and a throaty groan left your mouth.
You pushed her back a little so you could remove her shirt. You slid it off her divine figure and discarded it to the floor. Her supple breasts were on full display for you and she leaned closer so you could touch. You kissed up the valley between her breasts and then up her throat as your hands finally found their way to her nubs. She let her head fall back and kept grinding into you as you left open mouthed kissed along her collarbone and your hands continued exploring her chest.
She moved slightly so that she was straddling only one of your legs, and when she began grinding you could feel just how wet she was.
"Miss me that much, Nat?" You said, smirking into her neck at the feeling of her coating your thigh.
"You have no idea", she purred as she wrapped her arms around your neck.
You held onto her lower back with one hand, the other lightly massaging her thigh. You ran your thumb over a scar, memorizing its texture and ridges. She moved to hide her head in your neck as she started to really grind her hips against you.
You placed kisses on her shoulder and used your hand on her back to guide her into you.
"That's it Nat, good girl" you growled into her ear.
She moaned loud at the praise and felt an immediate surge to her core. You knew what she liked to hear better than anybody.
Her movements picked up again and you knew she was approaching her release as her grip tightened around your neck, fingers intertwined with your hair.
She let out little moans at every thrust and you moved your arms around her mid to keep her from falling over. As you bear hugged her you turned your head towards her face to see the look of bliss she was wearing.
With her eyes screwed tight and her mouth agape she went silent but her movements continued, and this is when you knew she was right at the edge.
You whispered, "Come for me, detka."
At that her legs began to convulse as she let out a pornographic moan. You felt her juices release onto your leg and held her close as she rode out her high. You smiled to yourself and kissed her cheek while her breathing began to slow back to a steady pace.
Once she had completely come down and her movements totally stilled, you observed the sweat covering her body and tried to pull her hair away from her face. You rubbed her back as she cooled down from her endeavors.
After a few minutes you felt her shiver and that's when you picked her up and carried her over to your bed. As you laid her down she didn't make any protests and instead silently got under the covers. You got a rag to clean her up and helped her into a shirt she had left over a few weeks ago. She sunk back into the bed and let sleep take over her.
As you lay next to her you wondered the direction your relationship would go to and whether or not it would ever be serious. You didn't go a day without thinking of her beautiful red hair and forest green eyes. But for now you were content with leaving your door unlocked for her.
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Flat pt 3
Pairing: Natasha x Reader
Genre: smut 18+, angst, fluff
Summary: You think this relationship could actually go somewhere. What happens when Natasha finds out the full truth of what you do for work and what it entails
Warnings: top!reader, bottom!Natasha, angry/make-up sex, Strap-on (r giving), oral (r giving), drinking, guns, and arguing (don't worry Alana is not affected I made it so she's away during the conflict.)
A/N: Hey sorry it took so long for this to be put out I just wasn't in the mood to write whenever I had time. Unless there are requests put in this is the end of the Flat series. I hope y'all like it I know part 2 was kinda dry but I needed it to get from part 1 to here without any big plot holes (hopefully no big plot holes at least). But I hope you like it. Also not proof read because who has the time.
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Your week taking Alana to school had gone without a hitch. You were twice as careful to not be late and y'all had fun over the week. She went to her dad's on Friday to go on a week-long vacation with him.
It's now Sunday, you and Natasha are going on a date to a nice restaurant that you happen to own but she doesn't know that. You both decided to dress up for the fun of it.
The date is at 7 and it's currently 4 and you're panicking but luckily Wanda has come over to help you. "You're taking her to a restaurant you own. Damn, that's cheap." She says to you and you roll your eyes before looking at her. "Oh shut up, she chose it I just got lucky. Plus at least I know I like the food."
"Well, what are you going to wear? You only have a little under 3 hours you know." She tells you and you whip your head towards her and start pacing "I don't even know. What if I wear something and she thinks it's absolutely atrocious." You say starting to get even more worried.
In the midst of your panic, you didn't notice Wanda getting up until she places her hands on both of your shoulders. "Y/N it's fine I will help you. What color is she wearing, do you know?" You nod your head before telling her. "Red," Wanda smirks at you and turns to start fishing through your closet.
She emerges with a black button-up with red on the inside, black pants, and dress shoes. "She will definitely like this one. Why haven't you worn this before?" She asks you. "Uh, I didn't know I owned that." You say genuinely clueless to how that got into your closet.
"Well besides that start putting it on." She says walking over to where you keep your accessories and jewelry. You got dressed and as you were putting your shoes on she came over with a silver chain and a few rings. You put them on and stand up.
"Okay, so you're dressed. What about that rat's nest head of hair you've got going on?" She says with a raised eyebrow pointing at your head. "What do you mean rats nest I don't even have any knots. You're just a hater." You say going to get your product.
You spray your head (I have hair milk but you can pretend to apply whatever you like) and move your hair around to your liking before turning back to Wanda. "So?" You ask. "Good but let me see." She says pushing your hair around a little bit. "Okay better." She says and you turn back to look into the mirror. "It looks the same." "Yeah but better because I touched it." She says and you roll your eyes.
You spray yourself with cologne and head out the door leaving Wanda in your house to leave when she pleases. You decide to drive your dodge charger today because why not. On your way to Natashas, you don't forget to grab flowers obviously.
You pull up and walk up to Natasha's door. You feel nervous even though you've been on multiple dates before and you literally stayed at her house for a week. She just has that effect. You raise your hand to knock on the door and it swings open.
Natasha is wearing black heels and a red dress that stops just above her knees and also has a low neckline. You seem to be appreciated that low neckline for a little too long because Natasha reaches her hand out under your chin to lift your head up. You see her smirking and muster out a quiet "Hi baby."
You stand there for another few seconds before pulling yourself together. You stand up straighter and extend your arm to hand her the flowers. She takes them before turning around and walking inside with you close behind her. "You have to stop bringing me flowers I have too many." She says as she puts them into a vase that already has some.
"What do you want me to buy you instead then?" You ask her as she rounds the kitchen island towards you and wraps her arms around your neck. "Mmmm, I don't know you don't have to buy me anything you already refuse to let me pay when we go out." You place your hands on her waist pulling her even closer to you.
"Yeah but I like buying you things." You say trying to put on a pout even though yours will never be as good as hers. She brings one of her hands to the side of your face pulling you down towards her lips before just barely touching them together. Right, when you start to close the gap she pulls away and pats your chest. "Let's go we can't miss our reservation."
She turns towards the door grabbing her jacket on the way out and you jog a little to catch up with her. Once you do you grab her hand leading her towards your car. Once you get there you open her door as per usual. "Always such a gentleman." She says and you smile looking away to hide the redness creeping up your face.
You get in the car with Natasha control the music and start driving. You get to your restaurant and walk-in holding Natasha's hand. The second the hostess sees you she waves you over and takes yall to a private room.
After she leaves Natasha looks at you "You didn't have to get a private room you spend too much money on me." Before you can respond the waiter comes in "Oh hey Ms. Y/L/N what can I get you." Natasha looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Vodka and juice." You say "I'll have an orange crush." Natasha says sending him a smile.
"Oh yeah, I actually needed to ask you about some time off." He says and your breath catches. Before you could pass as being a regular but now there really is no other explanation than you being the boss. "When and why?" You say as calmly as you can muster. "August 10th through the 18th for a family vacation." He says noticing he shouldn't have brought this up now. "If you can find someone to cover you then yes." You say and He smiles before walking away.
You all of a sudden feel Natasha kick you in the leg. "Why didn't you tell me you owned a restaurant? More importantly, the one we're eating at." She says glaring at you. "Uh, I don't know I didn't think it was very interesting." You say not meeting her eyes. She can tell that's not all but she doesn't push it for now.
You both order and receive your meals. You both talk the whole time about random subjects laughing. "So when are we going back to my house?" She asks you running her foot up your leg. "Whenever you want." You say with a smirk.
Just as you're about to stand up Bucky comes busting in the door. "They're here." He says before looking over to give Natasha a small wave. You throw your head back groaning "You're fucking joking." You say reaching for Natasha's hand. "Who's here?" She says scrunching her eyebrows, placing her hand in yours.
"Some.. unpleasant business associates." You tell her. You help her put her jacket on before grabbing her waist and giving her a quick kiss. "Can I have Bucky take you home and I'll meet you there after I'm done with this?" You ask her. She looks a little upset but nods. "Take her through the back. You don't let them see her." You tell Bucky sternly. "I know I know." He says throwing his hands up before grabbing Natasha's.
You end up having to fight Zemo and his crew along with some help from your men. The few left of them by the end started to run and you busted out the door after them. The only problem though was one of them waited for you to do that and shot you in the side near your hip.
Bucky came out after hearing the shot and saw you bleeding. He shot the guy running away before coming to your side. "Damn that looks like it hurts." He says with a smile. You give him a sarcastic smile before hitting him upside the head "Yeah you think." You say before starting to walk to your car.
You couldn't decide whether to go to your house or Natashas. You tried to tend to the wounds in your car. You try to stop the bleeding from your side and clean up some cuts on your face but you couldn't really tell if you did a sufficient job. Once you pull up to Natashas and hobble up to the door you find it unlocked. Your stomach is in your throat hoping she left it unlocked for you and it's not unlocked for other reasons.
When you walk in she's standing there glaring at you and you feel even more scared than before. "Hi, baby." You say trying to smile at her and make your hand on your hip look as natural as possible. "Don't 'baby' me what was that." She asks you stepping closer and you look at the ground. "Oh, it's fine just some people I don't get along with no big deal." Natasha doesn't respond so you look up at her. The second she sees the cuts on your face she walks all the way to you gently cradling it.
"What happened to your face? Come." She says grabbing your hand that was on your side. "You should see the other guy." You say. She leads you to the bathroom connected to her bedroom and makes you sit on the toilet. Sitting though doesn't seem to agree with your bullet wound and you try not to groan too loud at the pain.
Natasha grabs her first aid kit out from under her sink and that's when she notices the blood all over her hand. She holds her hand up putting the other on her hip "Where did this come from?" She asks and you stand up holding your breath to try and ease the pain. You walk up to her putting one of your hands on her face. "I'm fine baby really I can take care of this myself." You try to tell her. "Yeah no I'm not good with that now where did it come from?" She says again pushing you back towards the toilet.
You don't sit down and instead pull your shirt up to show her the wound. "YOU WERE TRYING TO HIDE A BULLET WOUND FROM ME?!" She yells at you. "It's just a flesh wound I'm fine." You say reaching for the first aid kit. "It's literally going through you. Turn." She says and you turn as told. "Lucky you, there's an exit hole. Now sit." She demands you.
"Aren't I usually the one telling you what you do after dates?" You say reaching for her waist and pulling her towards you. "Shut up." Is all she says before she looks away trying to hide her cheeks flushing. You reach up and bring her face down to yours. You softly kiss her rubbing her cheek with your thumb.
"Stop it I have to clean you up before you get an infection." She says trying to be as serious as possible. She starts softly cleaning and bandaging the wounds on your face. You stare at her the whole time thinking about how beautiful she looks when she concentrates. "Take a picture it'll last longer." She says trying to hide a smile."
Once she finishes your face she gets on her knees between your legs. Now you really can't stop staring and thinking about what's in your pants and how much you want to use it right about now. She unbuttons your shirt so she can get a better look. You bend down to try and kiss her but she pushes you away by your shoulder. "I'm still mad at you." She tells you with a hardened stare.
"I'm sorry I don't know what else you want me to say." You tell her reaching out to cup her cheek. "Nothing right now. Once I finish this you're going to bed." She tells you. "What why can't we deal with it right now?" You ask her. Instead of responding she starts putting a few stitches in the entry wound.
"OW. YOU COULDN'T HAVE WARNED ME?!" You exclaim gritting your teeth. She doesn't respond just pushing you so she can do the back. Once she's done she stands to start cleaning up and you come behind her wrapping your arms around her waist and placing your chin on her shoulder.
She straightens up crossing her arms and glaring at you through the mirror. "I'm sorry baby." You tell her softly. "Seems like that's the only thing you know how to say right now." She says before continuing to clean. "I don't know what else you want me to say. Tell me I'll say whatever you want."
When she's done picking up she turns to you and jabs her finger into your chest. "Why don't you 'say' how some 'unpleasant associates' showing up turns into you getting shot. Why don't you 'say' what you really do for work. Like really I have no idea what you do and we've been going out for months." She exclaims pushing you out of the way with her finger so she can leave the room.
"My job doesn't really have a title I just do what I do." You say and she turns to you throwing her hands in the air. "THEN WHAT DO YOU DO?" She says taking her dress off and you have to remind yourself now is not the time. "I have people that work for me and I own a lot of the city in some way. But sometimes people want some of my power in some way or some of my properties. People sometimes steal from me and I just deal with that. It's fine." You say and she turns to you in disbelief "You're a FUCKING CRIME BOSS?" She yells at you.
"Well, I wouldn't say that."
"THEN WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?"
"Well uh, maybe an entrepreneur."
"YOU KNEW HOW DANGEROUS YOUR JOB WAS AND YOU STILL CAME AROUND ME AND MY DAUGHTER?" She says walking till she's right in your face.
"Woah that's too far. You know I would never do anything that could put you or Allana in harm's way." You say starting to get angry that she would ever accuse you of such a thing.
"DO I KNOW THAT, BECAUSE I'M STARTING TO FEEL LIKE I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING?" She says and you try to reach out for her but she pulls away hurting you more than you'd like to admit.
"First off you need to stop yelling. Second of course I would never put you in danger." You tell her to try and keep cool. "I WILL STOP YELLING WHEN YOU STOP LYING." She says walking past you, shoulder checking you in the process. "Natasha I never lied to you." You tell her following her into the bathroom.
She doesn't respond and instead starts brushing her teeth. You throw your hands in the air shaking your head and decide to get ready for bed. You take your clothes off until you're left in your boxers. You walk back to the bathroom to find her putting her toothbrush away so you start brushing your teeth.
You come out of the bathroom and she's standing there waiting for you. "You didn't lie but you left things out on purpose and that's just as bad." She says with her arms crossed. You walk until you're a foot apart and try to reach out for her but she pulls away again. "I'm sorry, I am it didn't even cross my mind at first, and then once it did I wanted to establish us a little more before I told you."
She turns around and starts to walk out of the bedroom. "Natasha." That is all you say before you start to follow after her. "Natasha, can you stop and just talk to me please." She stops dead in her tracks and turns to you with tears streaming down her face looking even angrier than before. "Can you just get out of my house please?"
You suddenly feel the full weight of the argument including the lump forming in your throat. A small "What?" Is all you can muster. She sternly says "Get out." Starting to push you towards the door. "Natasha please."
"Get out, get out, get out."
"Natasha."
"Get out, get out."
She just keeps saying it sobbing and the closer you get to the door the harder it is to keep the tears in. Once you're probably 10 feet from the door the tears come. She pauses for a second at the sight of your tears. You have a certain dad vibe that makes it extra sad to see you cry and she has to resist the urge to pull you towards her and rub your back.
You realize she probably won't change her mind about you leaving and if you stay you probably won't get much done considering all of the emotions. You drop your head and start walking to your car. Natasha watches you partially hoping you turn back around.
A few days pass and you haven't heard anything from Natasha but you also haven't contacted her. You have however picked up your phone around 100 times typing up messages you contemplate sending. You've obviously been in a slump barely keeping yourself alive without the help of Bucky. You're sitting there still sulking to yourself when your phone goes off. You grab it and your heart stops when you read who it's from. Natasha. "Come over at 6."
You immediately shoot up from your desk rushing to your house. You dress in a simple black short-sleeved shirt with black cargo pants that have a chain on the side. You stop to grab her a teddy bear on the way there not knowing what to get besides flowers.
When you arrive you knock softly on the door, the door opens and your head is hung low scared to face her. When she doesn't speak you look up "Hi baby." You say and she doesn't say anything turning around and walking away but leaving the door open.
"Uh, I got you this." You say walking up to her when she stops. You use the moment to take in her appearance. She's wearing your sweatshirt and some lounge shorts that you can barely tell are there. She reaches out and takes it looking at it instead of you. She wraps her arms around it and steps forwards pushing herself into you for you to hold her. "Why did you come?" She asks you catching you off guard. "Because you asked me to." You tell her confused and she's silent before pulling back to look at you.
"Why didn't you text me?" She asks you. "I didn't know if you'd want to hear from me." You tell her softly and she looks down, eyes brimming with tears. "You should've texted me anyways." She tells you furrowing her eyebrows and trying to keep the tears in. "I'm sorry baby." Is all you can think to say. "I know who you are. Fully." She says backing up.
"Baby." "No, why didn't you tell me. The true reason." She asks you. You hang your head low because you know the answer and you know she knows. "I've done things okay, and I do things but I'm not a bad person." You try to explain "I didn't ask for excuses about why I asked why." She says jabbing your chest with her finger. "Because I hurt people." You say still not looking at her. "Do you even care about me and my daughter or were you going to kill us too if I broke up with you."
"What, Natasha no I would never hurt either of you." You try to plead meeting her eyes and reaching out for her, grabbing her hand. "Well, how do I know that since I apparently know nothing about you." "Baby you have to believe me-" "No I don't because I don't trust you anymore. I don't know why I did I know better than that" She says pushing her finger into your chest harder. "I wanted to tell you I swear I was just scared, and those people are all criminals who have done far worse than me."
"The bottom line is you're violent. You've brought your violence and the people associated with it into my home, around my daughter." She says looking into your eyes like she wants you to drop dead, tears starting to stream down her face. "But that doesn't matter to you does it because you don't care." "No, baby-"
"WHY DO YOU STICK AROUND IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME." "Natasha what I-." "AM I JUST TOO GOOD OF A HOOKUP TO PASS ON?" "Natasha" "IS THAT WHAT I AM TO YOU?" "NATASHA" At that she bursts into harder tears and throws herself into you.
You immediately wrap your arms around her holding her tight. "I just wanted you to care about me." That is all she says before pulling away and you don't know what to do. "Natasha I do care about you." "Really it doesn't seem like it." That is all she says still walking away.
"Yeah, I do I don't understand how that's so hard to grasp."
"Maybe because you've been indirectly lying to me about being a murderer for months and that's not really what people that care do."
"I did that because I was scared of losing you and I'm not just some serial killer it comes with the job," You say sternly.
"What about my daughter?"
"What?"
"WHAT ABOUT MY DAUGHTER? YOU JUST PUT HER IN HARMS WAY. YOU KNOW I'M A MOM RIGHT. YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THIS AFFECTS HER TOO. IF YOU CARED ABOUT HER OR ME YOU WOULD'VE AT LEAST TOLD ME FOR HER."
"I DO CARE. OF COURSE, I CARE I LOVE HER, I LOVE YOU. IF I WAS AN ACTUAL DANGER I WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN INVOLVED WITH YOU BUT IT'S NOT I HAVE IT UNDER CONTROL."
Natasha just stands in front of you before rushing at you and pulling you into a searing kiss. You wrap your arms as tightly around her as you can. She starts to untuck your shirt from your pants but you quickly grab her wrists "Natasha I don't know you're really upset right now." She brings her hands to your face holding your face just over hers. "Do you want me?" She asks her eyes boring into yours. "Natasha." You say trying to hold your resolve. "Do you." She says not breaking eye contact. You nod and whisper "Always."
She moves to leave open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. She gets your shirt untucked and touches your stomach with her cold hand making the muscles beneath it twitch. Noticing you're still holding back she grips your jaw pulling you to face her. "Fuck me. Now." She demands you and you can't help crashing your lips against hers.
You quickly wrap your hands under her thighs and lift her not patient enough to wait for her to jump. Your tongues fight for dominance with you coming out on top. You walk to her bedroom pushing her against the door. She drags her nails through your hair and down your neck.
You wrap your hand around her throat pushing her harder against the door. She lets out a moan followed by a whine trying to push her head forwards to continue kissing you. You move to her neck to leave open-mouth kisses along with it. "Mark me." She says making you falter. She takes the opportunity to grab you by the jaw and pulls you to look into your eyes. "And fuck me like you mean it while you're at it." She says rolling her hips and your self-control is completely broken.
You move quickly and start leaving dark marks along her throat, chest, and shoulders. She rolls her hips against you when she feels your piece. She starts grinding down hard searching for the friction she desires. You pull away from the door and start walking towards the bed.
You throw her down on the bed before you crawl up to her and place one of your knees between her legs pushing it into her core. She lets out a moan quickly starting to grind down. The second your head is level with hers she grabs your head to pull you back down into a heated kiss. Despite being caught in the moment you still know in the back of your mind that Natasha has every right to hate you and to tell you to get out right now so you decide teasing her isn't worth it.
You move to start kissing her neck again but after the first kiss, she's already impatient. "Y/N." "Yes, baby?" you ask snaking your hands up the inside of her sweatshirt as she squirmed trying to get away from your cold hands. "Please." She begs and you waste no time getting to work.
Later in the night you Natasha has fallen asleep but you can't seem to follow. You were deflecting earlier you really did put them into harms way and you can't stop from hating yourself for it. You can't decide if you could ever truly keep them safe from who you are. The monster you are.
You decide it's best for them to be kept as far away from the danger as possible. As far away from you as possible.
You quietly gather your things before writing Natasha a note and placing it on the nightstand. You lean down to give Natasha a kiss for the last time and kiss her on the forehead.
"I'm sorry." Is all you whisper before turning to walk out the door.
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GRAVES MASTERLIST
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━━━━ ⧗ most work contain angst and fluff.
━━━━ ᗢ be polite or get blocked.
━━━━ ⧗ welcome gays, leave men.
━━━━ ᗢ dom!female!reader x sub!wandanat ( scarlizzie )
━━━━ ⧗ english is not my first language, so excuse my poor grammar and poor writing style.
━━━━ ᗢ #natsgrave �� my personal hashtag.
━━━━ ⧗ #grave fic reco's — fic reblogs.
━━━━ ᗢ #graves iq reco's — funny / wholesome quotes that i found.
W. MAXIMOFF | E. OLSEN
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━━━━ ᗢ tolerate it | pt. 2
While you were out building other worlds, where was I? You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins?
━━━━ ᗢ midnight rain
She was sunshine, I was midnight rain. She wanted a bride, I was making my own name, chasing that fame.
━━━━ ᗢ new year's day
I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's day. Please, don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.
━━━━ ᗢ inside my palm
She said; the whole world can fit inside my palm.
━━━━ ᗢ cake
The role you made me play of the fool, how you laugh when you lie, I got a list of names and yours is in red underlined. Oh, look what you made me do.
━━━━ ᗢ scary witch
The stars in your eyes shined brighter in tupelo, and if you're ever tired of being known for who you know, you know, you'll always know me.
━━━━ ᗢ flirting
Baby, was it over then? Is it over now?
━━━━ ᗢ boobs
There's nothin' like a mad woman, what a shame she went mad. No one likes a mad woman, you made her like that.
━━━━ ᗢ do you want my number?
I'm captivated by you, baby, like a fireworks show. I see sparks fly, whenever you smile, get me with those green eyes, baby.
━━━━ ᗢ bus
The old lady thinks that you and lizzie make a really good couple.
━━━━ ᗢ mommy
I loved you in secret. I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets, picture of your face in an invisible locket. And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis. People started talking, putting us through our paces, I knew there was no one in the world who could take it.
━━━━ ᗢ cold
And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name. And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away. That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend
━━━━ ᗢ use me'
You're a mansion with a view, do the girls back home touch you like I do?
━━━━ ᗢ kids'
And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches. Give you my wild, give you a child. Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other.
━━━━ ᗢ distant
In a world of boys, she's a gentlewoman.
━━━━ ᗢ she's back
Sometimes I wonder; when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time.
━━━━ ᗢ soulmate
What a shame, didn't want to be the one that got away. Taking down the pictures and the plans we made. Big mistake, you broke the sweetest promise that you never should have made.
━━━━ ᗢ her villain
'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars with their range rovers and their jaguars never took me quite way you do.
━━━━ ᗢ greatest what if
Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around.
━━━━ ᗢ professor maximoff
Why is she just so oblivious?
━━━━ ᗢ heart
I knew it from the first old fashioned, we were cursed. Should've known I'd be the first to leave think about the place where you first met me.
━━━━ ᗢ you're losing me
How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'? Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? And you know what they all say, you don't know what you got until it's gone.
━━━━ ᗢ after the fight | pt. 2
Echoes of your name inside my mind, hiding my obsession. I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy.
━━━━ ᗢ last memory
If I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were still around. What died didn't stay dead, you're alive, so alive, in my head.
━━━━ ᗢ shadows of the night
Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby and I'm a monster on the hill. Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city pierced through the heart, but never killed. I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror, it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.
━━━━ ᗢ love
A string that pulled me, out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar. Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire, chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons. One single thread of gold tied me to you. And isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?
━━━━ ᗢ birthday
Your wish is my command.
━━━━ ᗢ wedding
Sometimes giving up is the strong thing, sometimes to run is the brave thing, sometimes walking out is the one thing, that will find you the right thing. The snaps from the same little breaks in your soul, you know when it's time to go.
━━━━ ᗢ champagne problems
I never was ready, so I watch you go. But you'll find the real thing instead, she'll patch up your tapestry that I shred. You won't remember all my champagne problems.
━━━━ ᗢ compliments
she deserves it all.
N. ROMANOFF | S. JOHANSSON
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━━━━ ⧗ pick up lines
And that's how it works, that's how you got the girl.
━━━━ ⧗ high school sweetheart
You wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me. I didn't have it in myself to go with grace and you're the hero flying around, saving face. And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
━━━━ ⧗ coffee
I've been spending the last eight months, thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end. But on a wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again.
━━━━ ⧗ cold hearted
You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face, 'cause look at your face. And I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way.
━━━━ ⧗ it was you'
Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted. Can't turn back now, I'm haunted.
━━━━ ⧗ the photographer and actress
Big reputation, you and me, we'd be a big conversation. It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold. You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks, so here's the truth from my red lips.
━━━━ ⧗ thank you
Why'd you have to lead me on? Why'd you have to twist the knife? Walk away and leave me bleedin'.
━━━━ ⧗ the knight
All I know is you held the door, you'll be mine and I'll be yours. All I know since yesterday is everything has changed.
━━━━ ⧗ my atlantis
To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed. You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleedin'. I knew you tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy.
━━━━ ⧗ ex
I used to say never say never, but we are never getting back together, like ever.
━━━━ ⧗ in the next lifetime
But in those photos, I saw us instead and, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other in another life. You still would've turned my head even if we'd met. You're always gonna be mine, we're gonna be timeless.
━━━━ ⧗ you have flour
When you think of all the late nights, lame fights over the phone. Your past and mine are parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined.
━━━━ ⧗ we both had our chance
I persist and resist the temptation to ask you if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?
━━━━ ⧗ i miss you
Now, I fear I have fallen from grace and I feel like my castle's crumbling down.
━━━━ ⧗ what's the answer?
Spending the next few years of my life looking for answers from her.
━━━━ ⧗ short
You think she's just being dramatic about it.
━━━━ ⧗ she doesn't love me anymore
What the fuck?
━━━━ ⧗ this is your fault
Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up, and for the life of us, we can't get back.
━━━━ ⧗ bad temper | pt. 2 | pt. 3
My words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regret about that.
━━━━ ⧗ teddy bear
Seems like she don't hate Mr. cuddle that much.
━━━━ ⧗ you forgot your clothes
I'm so chill, but you make me jealous, but I got your heart skippin'. You know I'm not a bad girl but I do bad things with you.
━━━━ ⧗ i'm falling again
Oh oh, I'm falling inlove again.
━━━━ ⧗ gorgeous specimen
I was enchanted to meet you.
━━━━ ⧗ too late
words— how little they mean when you're a little too late.
━━━━ ⧗ how to seduce your wife | pt. 2
I would stay forever if you say, don't go.
━━━━ ⧗ threesome'
All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting, 'cause I don't want you like a best friend.
━━━━ ⧗ i hate you
Remembering her comes in flashbacks and echoes, tell myself it's time now gotta let go. But moving on from her is impossible, when I still see it all in my head, in burning red.
━━━━ ⧗ streamer'
Don't worry, you're safe, the stream's off.
━━━━ ⧗ recreating memories
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you. I once believed love would be black and white but it's golden, like daylight.
━━━━ ⧗ ribbon
Found my way back to her.
━━━━ ⧗ you went home early
I know that I'm a handful, baby. But one of these things is not like the others, baby doll, when it comes to a lover I promise that you'll never find another like me.
━━━━ ⧗ eight years
This is the last time I'm asking you why, you break my heart in the blink of an eye.
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Stop the teasing - NR
DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.
Summary: You got tired of Natasha always teasing you.
Avenger ! Natasha Romanoff x Avenger ! Reader
• "Could you be any wetter/harder?" / "Don't stop. Even if I beg you to." / "I never knew you liked being spanked." (prompts)
Smut, Bottom!Natasha Romanoff, Top!Reader, owner kink, dirty talk, begging, Mommy kink (R), spanking (R to N), oral sex (N receiving), praise and degrading kink, vaginal fingering (N receiving), hair pulling, orgasm control, overstimulation.
Words Count: 1900+
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Natasha had always been a tease, it's in her nature, and you love it. But you were tired of her always teasing you and never take care of the pressure between your legs. Today was the last day she would tease you and get her way out of the situation, the tables are going to turn.
As usual, you went to the kitchen to help her with lunch, luckily, it was just you and her since everyone else was on a mission. You spot her on the counter chopping some veggies, you walked slowly towards her, standing behind to greet her.
"Hey, Nat," you whispered in her ear, making her jolt. She was too distracted in dirty thoughts about you that she didn't hear you coming.
"Fuck, y/n." she breath out.
"That would sound better in other situation you know?" your hands pressed on the edge of the counter, trapping her.
"Yeah, what situation?" you could feel her cocky grin already. But it take her by surprise when you purred in her ear,
"You under me while I'm fucking you brainless." Her breath hitch on her throat, she had to clear it of how dry it went all of sudden.
This is the first time you say something like that to her, most of the times is her who says the dirtiest things.
"The lunch is almost ready," She tried to change the matter and run away, but your arms didn't let her.
"Where do you think you're going, mhm?" Your front pressed her back, pushing her to the counter.
"I-I have to turn off the stove." You moved one of your hands to turn it off.
"Done. You look so cute when you're nervous." you separate from her and she finally felt she could breathe. "But you'll look cuter when I'll take you." You made your way to your room again, leaving her rethinking all happened.
After twenty minutes she came to your room to let you know the lunch's ready. She walked as fast as she could to the kitchen, you left her frustrated and confused. You sat on the table as it was all already served. The smell of the food was delicious, the redhead was too quiet for your liking, you really caused something in her.
"You're really quiet, widow, what's on that little brain of yours?"
"Nothing," she shove a full bite of food, maybe you wouldn't keep asking. Wrong.
"It's me, isn't it?" you smirked when slight shade of red appeared on her cheeks. "Tell me your thoughts, Natasha."
"I- I don't know, you just got me thinking, and no, I'm not gonna talk anymore." you were enjoying this too much, her nervousness was so cute.
"Come on, pretty girl, I can't do anything if you don't tell me. Wanda is the one who reads minds."
She wasn't even looking at you, she would give in so easy if she just sees you. She was so into you she couldn't even believe it, how could you have her all fool for you effortless?
"Maybe I want what you said before." she said in lower tone, almost inaudible.
"Yeah? What did I say?" The redhead rolled her eyes, it wasn't funny when you're being teased. "Look at me."
"Y-you fucking me brainless," It costed her a lot, but when you got up and practically dragging her to your room, she couldn't think of anything other than the wet feeling between her thighs.
You slammed the door shut with her body, pressing her to the wooden, finally kissing her. You dreamed about her lips countless nights, and she did too. She was talle than you but that didn't stopped you from making pressure on her clothed core with one of your legs. She moaned on your mouth and you took the opportunity to passed your tongue inside her, she tasted delicious, more than the food you just ate.
Natasha started to walk, making you go back, but turned the ways before sitting on the edge of the bed. You ended up on her lap, finally gaining some confidence, her hand squeezed the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You let her think that she was in charge, rocking your hips back and forth, whimpering by the sweet feeling of relief getting your clit rubbed with something.
When you thought it was enough, you pushed her to the mattress, both of your hands at each side if her, hair brushing her neck, still straddling her lap.
"You can't even imagine the times I dream about this." she was still catching her breath when you start your way down.
Wet kisses on her neck, her cleavage, teeth sinking into her skin to then your warm tongue lick and sooth the pain. You were marking her, and she fucking loved it.
"May I?" you grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, she nodded and lift her arms, the fabric flew to somewhere in the room.
You stay sit on her lap, her impatience growing at each second you would stay still. But you were just taking a moment to admire the beautiful women underneath you. Her almost bare body was something else, seeing her braless for the first time.
"You're so fucking perfect, Natasha." You gave her a quick kiss on her lips before going down again with a series of wet open mouth kisses until the waistband of her grey sweat pants.
"Please,"
"I didn't even touch you and you're already begging?" you quick an eyebrow, seeing how the blush took her face.
You took your time, making her desperate. She couldn't wait anymore she needed you, now. The redhead sat up on the bed and took off the last two pieces of clothes off her body. You tap her thighs, she quickly understood, spreading her legs for you, that was quite a sight.
"Could you be any wetter?" her bare pussy fully on display for you, your mouth was watering itself. Your finger run over her slit, getting soaked. "Is this all for me?"
"Yes, a-all for you." Natasha positioned on her elbows, her abs flexing as her body lift a little.
Your gaze flicked between her wet cunt and her dark green eyes, she was begging you silently to fuck her. And you did. Your tongue lapped the entire length, humming at her taste, it swirled in her clit, making her moan and fall again to the bed.
"Fuck, you're doing so good," her hand grabbed your hair tightly, pushing you closer, your nose rubbing her clit as your tongue was shoved inside her.
"You taste heavenly."
Your hands were on her hips, preventing her from moving against you, she was quite stronger than you, but at the submission she was too easily to manhandled. That's how you turned her around, leaving her bottom to the air while her head was pressed to the pillows. She cried out when you thrust two fingers inside her.
"You're so fucking tight, fuck, I'm going to ruin you" she didn't know why she moaned so loud, maybe it was because you never did dirty talk as she did with you, nor dirty talk plus your fingers knuckles deep on her pussy.
"Please, I need to cum, please!" her eyes were tight shut, she'd never felt this kind of pleasure before.
"Hold it," She shaked her head, she'd never hold an orgasm either before.
"I can't I-" she didn't even finished when she came around your fingers, legs trembling by the force of it. You were shocked, she did cum, when you told her not to.
"Such a fucking little slut, can't follow a simple order," Natasha was catching her breath when your hand crashed hard with her cheek, her skin burnt instantly, letting out a sharp moan from her throat.
She bounced her hips back, encouraging you to do it again. You smacked you hand on her other side, hearing again the desperate moan thay left her mouth.
"I never knew you liked being spanked." You said as she kept asking for more.
"There's a lot you don't know."
"Don't worry, I have time to figure it out."
Your fingers were deep inside her cunt again, the sound of the wetness of her previous orgasm, her moans and the crashed of your hand spanking her ass were the only sounds echoing in your room. She was already sensitive, you knew that, she knew that too.
"Don't stop. Even if I beg you to." Her walls clenched deliciously around your digits, she felt the knot on her lower abdomen again, her thighs made the attempt to close, but your hand stopped them. Making her way to her clit, start stroking it.
She was overwhelmed again by all the feelings she was having in that moment.
"More! Please Mo- y/n!" she stopped herself before messing it up.
"Come on, say it, I know how much you want it." your pace was hard, the word you wanted to hear was just on the tip of her tongue. "Say it or I'll stop."
"Mommy, please!"
"There it is, such a good girl for Mommy, who would knew after all you are just such a submissive little slut." You spanked her again, her hips rocked back meeting your thrusts.
"I ne- I" it was too much.
"Hold it," You grabbed her hair in a ponytail, making her back arch as your fingers went deeper in her cunt. "Be a good girl and hold it this time."
Natasha couldn't even think at this point, she could only focus in not cumming. Tears forming on the corner of her eyes as the pressure gets her little by little.
"I told you I was gonna fucking you brainless," she nodded the best she could, you didn't think she might had not understand any of your words.
The layer of sweat on her body was turning you on more than it should, same as when you have training with her. But this time is how you always wanted.
"Cum on Mommy's fingers, baby, make a mess." Natasha exploded, her body trembling as she finally release all the tension you build on her.
You lay down with her, caressing her back as she catches her breath.
"Finally the teasing gave results." she chuckled to herself as you left a kiss on the crown of her head.
"You're unbelievable."
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mouth-fucking your natty baby while you’re on a business call, making her gag around you while she’s underneath the desk. forcing her to swallow all your cum so it doesn’t make a mess over her blouse. seeing the carpet-burn on her knees when she gets up to leave o my god-
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home is where the heart is ★ n.r
— 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ;; 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐒 & 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒
in which your married life with natasha romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. with your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (and ultimately, very horny.)
pairing ★ sub!wife!natasha x beefy!butch!reader
chapter summary ★ natasha wakes you up with a pleasant surprise, your gremlin kids are the life and death of you, tony stark is annoying, marital sexting is pretty tough, and you're homesick for your wife's pussy.
warnings ★ (MINORS DNI) - explicit content, some pretty heavy kinks: blowjobs, marital sexting, breeding kink, daddy kink, probably more.
word count ★ 3.1k (feeding yall)
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You slept like the dead.
Or at least you did, on most mornings, oblivious to the waking world in your sweet slumber.
Today was different, though. There was a distinct feeling of pleasantness swimming in your subconscious, one you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It urged you awake, a certain type of wet heat that insistently tugged and pulled.
It wasn’t until a jolt of arousal shot through you like a nine-millimetre shotgun that you jerked awake with a start.
“Shit!” you gasped, yanking off the blanket from your lower half, to reveal your ethereal wife perpetrating what could only be described as a wet dream.
Natasha’s head was obediently lowered in the midst of sucking your erect shaft, her viridescent gaze trained unto you with a twinkle of mischief. Wandering hands were sheathed under the front of your sweatshirt, painted nails mapping out the expanse of your tensed abdomen.
“Way to wake me up, baby,” you say breathlessly, a hand flying to the back of Natasha’s head in hopes of speeding up your ever-approaching high. You buck your hips once, effectively propelling your hips further forward, guiding your shaft into your wife’s mouth.
Natasha hums mindlessly, palming at your torso like it was second nature. Her mouth moves languidly, relaxed and slow, tongue trailing over the hefty length of your cock in a teasing manner.
Like the devil incarnate, Natasha’s hand glides a broad stroke from your abs to the base of your cock, and starts working her hand in firm strokes. “Fuck,” you groan, a hand twisting into soft locks of your wife’s hair.
The joint stimulation on the head and base of your cock have you barrelling towards a preordained high at a frighteningly fast pace, and the absolutely criminal way Natasha’s head bobs up and down is no help at all.
“Fuck, baby, m’so close,” you gasp, throwing your head back and letting your eyes slide shut. Your big hand guides Natasha’s head with a certain type of tacit power, unwritten but distinct. Natasha feels herself get wet, and in turn eagerly plunges her mouth down with a renewed vigour.
When Natasha lets out a filthy moan from the back of her throat, stifled by the sheer size of your cock in her mouth, pleasure overwhelms your every sense.
You groan, hips snapping up for the entirety of your cock to be buried in Natasha’s warm and velvet throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“Mama! Mommy!”
The undeniable sound of little feet scampering across the wooden floorboard and down the stairs, unceremoniously hauls you out of your heaven-like ascension.
Natasha pulls her lips off your cock with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound. “Time to get up, honey,” she says with the arch of her eyebrow, smoothly turning over in practised motion and leaving you hung and sprung.
“Baby,” you whine, pitifully throwing your head back. Your words fall on deaf ears and you grumble and pull up your sweatpants, just in time for the door to swing open and release the incoming wave of chaos.
“MAMA!!” Emilia shrieks, leaping onto the bed with fearsome aggression, her younger twin brother in tow.
Your five-year olds didn’t let you catch any breaks, Emilio roaring into your ear while dragging his toy pterodactyl across your face. “Rawr! Rawr! Wake up, ma!”
You leap up in a haze of bedsheets and screaming kids, all your previous indiscretions quickly faded at the sight of your bundles of joy.
Emilia squeals as you easily hoist her up with one arm, the little girl getting thrown into the air. Emilio receives much of the same treatment, getting dangled in the air by one leg.
“Mommy! Save us!” The boy cries out with a delighted grin and a hearty attempt at hitting your side. You swing them around with fake growls that incite laughter and squeals, steering clear of any sharp corners or wayward objects.
Natasha is more preoccupied with hugging your sleepy ten-year old, and cooing softly into her ear.
Marina is the oldest of your three, quiet and reserved, with brilliance sparkling behind her soft eyes. “Hi, mama,” she greets you with a small smile, and your heart melts a little.
“Hi, darling angel,” you reply with a big grin of your own. “Where’s my morning kiss?”
At the prospect of the feared morning kiss, Emilio yells and wreaks absolute havoc, the toy truck forgotten in favour of escaping your clutches.
“No mama! No kiss!” Emilia protests, the Russian determination behind her set eyes a splitting image of her mother’s. Emilio is long gone, visibly hidden under your bedside table.
You hoist Marina up onto your hip, smiling at the sweet kiss she pecks on your cheek. “It’s mommy’s turn now,” you say easily, sliding up to Natasha with a mischievous grin.
“Ew!” Your little girl giggles, hiding behind her hands as you share a chaste kiss with your wife, one that is far too short for your liking. Either way, the morning kiss routine was a success.
The attention in the crowded room is drawn by a simple clap of Natasha’s hands. She stands arms akimbo, rocking her bed hair, sleep still half-written in her eyes — but the whole look is so endearing that you can’t help but fall in love all over again.
“Okay, kids. Time to get ready for school! Who wants breakfast?”
The cheer that arises from your children is nothing short of pure jubilation. Emilio starts a chant of ‘Frosted Flakes! Frosted Flakes!’ that has them marching in line out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.
Natasha laughs, following their trail, but you drag her back expectantly.
With one arm hanging off the top of the doorframe and the other wrapped around her waist, you pull Natasha into that long sought-after kiss.
“Mhm,” you hum contentedly, inhaling her sweet scent. “I love you.”
Natasha slowly slides her hands up your arms, savouring the kiss. She presses her palms to your cheeks, adoration dancing in her eyes.
“I love you too.”
*****
The Frosted Flakes do not end up on the breakfast table, after all, because Natasha reasons that the kids had eaten it for three breakfasts in a row and their teeth would rot and fall off.
Toast and scrambled eggs, courtesy of your little handiwork in the kitchen, is the eventual outcome. Food is food to a bunch of hungry gremlins, either way, and the breakfast gets scarfed down in no time at all.
“You’re gonna go soon?” Natasha asks you in the kitchen, giggling at your teddy-bear patterned apron. You make a non-committal hum against your wife’s chest, wanting to stay in her arms for an eternity.
“Mama, we have to go to school,” Marina calls from the front porch, the door clicking open. “I need help with my shoe!” Emilio cries out, hopping into the kitchen with a singular shoe. “I got my shoes done on my own!” Emilia chimes in proudly, tugging on her backpack straps.
Natasha laughs, stroking your hair affectionately. “No rest for the wicked,” she says. “Be a responsible parent and send Marina to school, then go to work. The twins’ school bus will be here anytime.”
You exhale with a smile, pulling your wife in for a kiss that is a tad too long. Tugging off the pink apron, you’re glad you already changed into your work attire — a collared white shirt rolled up to your elbows, a grey-patterned tie, and matching slacks.
Natasha looks you up and down approvingly, then her eyes glimmer with an incited flame as she straightens your tie. You definitely don’t miss the way her hands glide smoothly across your chest to straighten out the wrinkles, and you resist the fluttering sensation that blooms under her touch.
“What a handsome young woman,” Natasha comments, tip-toeing to peck your cheek. You smile widely, preening under your wife’s attention. “Only for you,” you reply happily. “I’ll be off, then.”
“Mama, let’s go,” Marina probes, head poking into the kitchen. Her eyes soften at the sight of Natasha, proceeding to wave cutely. “Bye, mommy.”
Like little ducks, your three children follow you out of the house, with their miniature backpacks and shoes. Natasha watches adoringly from the porch, blowing kisses to Emilia when she yells one last “Bye, mommy!”.
Your Audi SQ7 peels out the driveway, engine revving. Marina is looking out the window, humming ‘American Pie’ with a little smile. As your home fades away in the rearview mirror, you think that this life was all you’d ever need.
***
“Fury, tell Tony that not sponsoring the coffee machines in my building is frankly, quite rude behaviour,” you comment, sitting next to the aloof man who’s snacking on a packet of dried fruit. Steve steals bits of the snack when Tony’s not looking, much to Fury’s chagrin.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Tony replies hotly, snatching back the piece of fruit in Steve’s hand. “You literally leaked the photo of me in a maid outfit, for the whole world to see. You know how many sleazy men have slid into my DMs since then? Pepper hasn’t let that go!”
“What, are you mad that the public now knows that Pepper’s the one that does the dicking down?” you retort. “And Steve was one of those ‘sleazy men’!”
The accused blonde looks away quickly, suddenly very preoccupied with the tiling of the floor. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve mumbles.
“That’s enough,” Fury admonishes with an unamused look. “The three of you need to get your shit together. Regardless of whether or not Stark is a bottom, I can’t have the CEOs of my powerhouse companies making a bad name. You know how that reflects on me? Stark Industries, SHIELD, L/N-Corp Worldwide Media: The Desolate Downfall of Nick Fury.”
“Is this because I modelled for the gay sex toy shop company? Because that’s just homophobic,” Steve reasons, folding his arms. “And Bucky liked the advert a lot!”
Tony scoffs, making paper aeroplanes with the papers on Fury’s desk. “We literally bring in millions upon millions for you each year. I’m sure that forgives the one time I was high during Y/N’s media conference. The Minister didn’t even notice! He’s like 82, anyways. Close to your age, Fury.”
“And I’m not sorry for calling the Netflix director a bitch on live TV,” you add in. “They’ve got no reason for cancelling all the sapphic shows left and right! My wife and I were invested in Gentleman Jack, okay?”
Fury sighs, the scene before him a spectacle he was no stranger to by now.
You, Tony and Steve were the face of the up-and-coming generation of brilliant minds and creative thinking. He supposed your overwhelming success and proved greatness softened the blow of your discrepancies in maintaining an unblemished professional image.
“Moving on,” Fury continues. “I want to talk about Project Eagle. As you should know from last year’s report……”
Just then, your phone vibrates in your pocket, with a notification from Natasha’s contact.
You, indeed, were hard.
Upon reading Natasha’s last message, you shut your phone off so quickly that Steve turns and raises an eyebrow at you. You clear your throat and shift in your seat, evidently affected.
The heat that surges through your body pays no help in your focus on Fury’s briefing. You can feel the flush creeping on from the back of your neck, spreading down your body and rushing towards the area between your legs.
Natasha, why have you forsaken me? You think helplessly, the noises in the office fading to a low buzz. When your phone vibrates again, your finger clicks on the message before your brain can catch up to you.
The image that Natasha sends you has you choking on absolutely nothing, coughing up air like a woman possessed.
Lacy red lingerie displaying thick thighs and a soft tummy should not be this breathtaking, but Natasha pulls it off anyway.
Filthy images flit into your mind uncontrollably, searing images like a broken record player. Your dick has a mind of its own, pressing hot and tight against the seam of your pants.
“L/N,” Fury announces, voice booming and hauling you out of your trance. “What seems to be the issue?”
In the background, Steve and Tony giggle like schoolgirls, knowing all too well what had occurred. You clear your throat again, shoving your phone into your pocket, hopelessly trying to erase the blessed image of your wife from your memory, just for a moment longer.
“No issues here,” you say with a forced smile, fighting demons with your rock-hard erection you’re desperately trying to cover with a report file. “I’m all dandy, sir.”
“Right,” Fury says disbelievingly, his good eye flickering downwards for a fraction of a second. Embarrassment eats you up whole.
“Let’s hope your attention span is just as ‘dandy’.”
***
“Natty,” you pant, with your wife pinned under you, hot and tight inside of her.
“I can’t believe you did that,” you grunt, punctuating each word with a firm thrust of your hips. “Made me so fucking hard at work.”
Following your incident in Fury’s office, you had exhausted every fibre of your willpower not to lock yourself in a bathroom stall and jerk off like a nymphomaniac.
After a gruelling day of work and coming back to a house of sleeping children, you had wasted no time in claiming your stake.
“I’ve been blue balled for twelve hours,” you groan into Natasha’s neck, mouthing at the flushed skin with fervour. “Spare me some sympathy, darling.”
“Oh, my poor baby,” your wife teases, tracing a feather-light hand over your tensed back muscles and clutching at the back of your neck. “You’re so eager, aren’t you?”
“Mhm,” you growl, scraping your sharp teeth over her collarbone, leaving violet imprints at a respectable-enough level. You roll your hips into Natasha’s, drawing relentless waves of pleasure and a rocking motion that has her throwing her head back.
Natasha’s erratic breathing and badly-disguised moans are music to your ears, a sweet symphony you’d been missing all day. You groan as her velvet walls clench tight around you, hot and wet and all-encompassing.
“You feel amazing,” you pant, the clefted tip of your shaft bumping against her cervix with how deep you nest inside of her.
A high-pitched whine sounds from the back of Natasha’s throat, as her legs spasm in the air. “Wanna fuck you senseless, please,” you groan.
“Do it,” she challenges breathily. You lean forward, manhandling her deliciously thick thighs, pressing your wife’s knees to her head.
The arousal that builds in your lower stomach is pure white heat, fueled by the breathless cries of your wife under you.
“Fuck,” you cry out, reaching new spots you haven’t before. You surge forth, an unstoppable train, drilling your shaft into Natasha’s dripping cunt like it was your only reason for living. Because maybe it was, as you transcend earthly boundaries with her, only her.
Subconsciously, your hands fly to Natasha’s hefty tits, grabbing the shaking mounds. “Y’so pretty, babygirl,” you say, half-drunkenly, high of the white-hot pleasure that Natasha draws out of you.
She’s untouchable heaven, silky moans and raspy cries, a soft tummy with rolls that you greedily grasp in your hands.
“Daddy,” Natasha cries, crescent nails scratching down your arms, her suspended legs shaking in the air. The airy lilt of your title makes you leak. “Ugh, fuck,” you grunt, pounding her into the bedframe, sweaty and slick.
“Let me come inside, please?” you practically beg, wide eyes transfixed at the area your shaft meets her cunt. Natasha whines breathlessly, a hand moving to clasp at the sheets. “Yeah, I-I’m on the pill.”
That’s all the confirmation you need before pinning Natasha down with spread hands. You shift on the bed as you mount her, skin-to-skin with your shaft fully-lodged inside of your wife.
Natasha gives you this dizzy look, glazed-over eyes portraying complete submission.
Then you start moving again, and the world explodes in your hands.
“Oh, fuckkk,” you groan, shoving your fingers into Natasha’s mouth to stop her pleasured screams from waking up the whole house.
The speed at which you drive your hips into Natasha’s is downright sinful, smearing slick all over her rounded ass, dripping onto the bed.
You’re transfixed, as your wife’s big mounds bounce in time with your thrusts, making you drool with want. An animalistic growl leaves your throat as you push yourself in, even deeper than before, making Natasha arch above the bed with a muffled cry.
Just like that, with you buried inside Natasha, do you fall apart by the seams, an unwinding intricate tarp.
Your load gets buried deep inside Natasha’s womb, and you continue with shallow thrusts. “Mhmn,” Natasha moans, following soon after, spurts of slick coating your cock in waves of overarching pleasure.
“Babydoll,” you groan mindlessly, palming at her sides. You come so heavily that it flows out of Natasha, a dribble of thick white fluid, and your wife fingers it back in so desperately that you could get hard all over again.
You collapse unceremoniously onto the bed next to Natasha. “I want more kids,” you state. You grope your wife’s tummy like it would conjure new life, an expectant look on your face.
“Three is enough,” Natasha says breathlessly, skin shining with a sheen of fresh sweat. She locks eyes with you, hair tousled and lips curled into an adoring smile.
“Okay, fine,” you mutter your acquiescence, both of you knowing that statement wouldn’t hold up for long. “...Give me a minute, then I’ll clean up. You need some water, baby?”
Natasha lets out a pleased hum, snuggling into your chest.
She kisses your left boob affectionately, as you groan with sensitivity, playfully swatting at her arm. “No need. Just want you.”
“You have me,” you respond softly, running a hand through the brown locks of your wife’s hair, flattening it out with gentle strokes. “You always will.”
so that's chapter one of 'home is where the heart is!' i personally choose to believe pepper straps tony down every night. what are your thought on the kids?? mommy!nat?? butch!reader?? the incorporation of the texts?? there's so much feedback i require tbh
reblog or no more milf!nat
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Breaking the rules.
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: You and Natasha have been playing a not-so-fun game.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Dominant!Reader, Sub!Natasha, Blood Kink, Knife Kink, Lap Riding, Fingering, Rough sex, Smut, Car sex, Praise.
Words: 1261
Your foot faltered on the gas of a wine-red tesla, Tony's wine-red tesla to be exact. Natasha, who was straddling you in the driver's seat, started kissing down your neck possessively. She nipped at the skin, making faint hickeys appear. You moaned, knowing this would cause the girl to nearly break. Natasha bit down hard on your shoulder, frustrated.
"Natasha, are you sure this isn't breaking the rules?" The two of you had agreed to make a bet, whoever kissed the other first on the lips had to do whatever the other said. Natasha shook her head and carried on assaulting your neck. You pulled the tesla into a small turn off in the road, parked the car and started rubbing on Natasha's back, slowly scratching your nails underneath the girl's crop top, knowing that's one of Nat's only weaknesses. Natasha smirked and played onto this, flexing her back muscles so your fingers could trace them.
"I'm not kissing you on the lips, so no this is not breaking the rules." The ginger teased. You reclined the seat and pulled Nat down with you. You lifted the assassin's thighs up higher so your faces met. Arousal dripped into Natasha's underwear when you connected their foreheads and moaned softly. "Fuck your killing me, love." Natasha groaned and dizzily ran her palms down your tits.
"Mhm." You hummed sensually. You licked your lips, making them wet. Natasha stared longingly, whilst you just stared into emerald eyes. "Darling, all you have to do is kiss me." your accent made Natasha swoon. You kept her voice low and quiet. Natasha seriously contemplated it. "Come on, love. Give in to me." You ghosted her lips over Natasha's and subtly grinded your hips into her girlfriend, in any attempt to make the girl lose. Under the strong facade, you were so close to losing. Natashas stomach clenched and she got hot and flushed. She moaned and pushed her hands onto your shoulders, grinding back against her love but keeping your foreheads pressed together.
You and Natasha rarely got to be this intimate with each other, but with a break in missions you had been savouring every moment.
"You're so beautiful Natalia." The name dripped off your tongue like honey. Natasha only let you call her that, it was an unspoken agreement that if any of the crew dared to call her that, you would get her knives and possibly carve it into them. Natasha kept grinding against you, her minty breath getting heavy against your face.
You brought one hand up and held the side of Natasha's face, holding it tenderly. You traced your thumb over Nat's lips, pulling the bottom one down and holding it there with your black acrylic. This ended it for the assassin.
"Fuck the game, make me your fucking doll in bed for all I care. I need this." And with that Natasha smashed her lips heavily onto yours- immediately slipping her tongue into the Aphrodite's mouth. You moaned helplessly and caressed the side of Natasha's face. Natasha grit her hips against your belt buckle and let out a shaky breath.
You took this as an opportunity to speak. "That's one of the hottest things you've ever said to me, gorgeous." Natasha just nodded dumbly and reconnected your lips. Blush lips moved against paler ones in a frenzy. Natasha felt desperate to touch everything on her girlfriend. She sat up, bringing you with her by pulling you up by the back of your neck and messily ground into you to relieve some of the unbearable tension that was dripping down the inside of her thighs.
Blindly, she reached into the glove compartment and reached for one of your knives, so she could tear through your shirt without having to disconnect your lips. Her finger picked something sharp and bled out a little, Natasha smiled masochistically and brought the knife to her lover's chest. You realised what was going on and brought one hand to her wrist- stopping her from doing anything with the knife, and the other hand wrapped around Natasha's neck, pushing her back and choking her. You pressed your fingers against the ginger's pressure point. This cut off Natasha's breathing slightly, stopping her from moaning helplessly.
"What do you think you're doing with my knife, pretty girl?" You snatched the knife out of Natasha's hand and ran it down the ginger's cheek. "How many times have I told you not to touch what isn't yours?" You tutted at your girlfriend who looked like a mess. A spot of blood leaked out of Nat's face as you pressed down a little hard. Natasha flinched underneath your touch but also moaned, enjoying the painful sensation. "You handle pain so well, my good girl."
Natasha smiled at the praise and took your hand, the one with the knife, and ran it down her own chest, tearing her skimpy shirt, making a clear path for the blade to pass down her stomach. You removed her hand from Nat's neck, causing the girl to take in sharp, deep breaths. In a haste, the crop top was ripped off the assassin's torso, leaving her in only an emerald-coloured bra.
Natasha would have felt insecure, but of course you noticed her shading herself away from the intense gaze and started praising and complimenting her. "You're so beautiful, Natalia." Natasha looked away, flustered. "Look at me, pretty girl." You turned your lover's chin and smiled softly. "I love you."
"I love you too. So, fucking much." Natasha leaned forwards and connected your lips in a rush, a metallic taste flowed through the kiss from the blood on Natasha's cheek seeping down into their mouths. She kissed her in a daze for a few seconds, then pulled back only a centimetre. "Let me show you how much, baby." She started to plant kisses on the corner of your mouth, who nodded and moaned.
Natasha lifted herself onto her knees so she could remove the leather belt that was secured tightly around your waist. She yanked it out of the loops and threw it into the back, then, with shaky hands, fiddled with the buttons of both her own, and your shorts to pull them down. An extremely dark spot in Natasha's matching green panties made you lick your lips and press your fingers down on it. Natasha yelped in surprise, then moaned.
She trapped your hand in between her own and your hips then started grinding down. You moaned and pulled Natasha's hair into a ponytail so you could kiss her without getting a mouthful of hair. You started to move your hand rhythmically against Nat's clit to edge her on. All of the foreplay had wound the girl up, she was already seconds away from cumming.
"Fu-uck. Oh my god- I- can't." Natasha started stuttering out incoherent words against your mouth. "Please, I'm so close." To stop herself from screaming completely, she bit into your bottom lip, drawing blood. You whimpered and pressed harder into Nat.
That did it for Natasha. She threw her head back and let out a scream. You came undone at the sight. A hot and sweaty Natasha, furrowing her brows, mouth wide open, her cheek still dripping with blood. Natasha rode out her high fairly quickly and noticed you came too. That was one of her favourite things about her lover, you got off on just watching Nat.
"You're so perfect." Natasha kissed you twice then leaned her head against a strong shoulder, out of breath.
“We should play this game more often”
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Summary: Nat and Reader are childhood best friends. The reader likes Nat, Nat likes the reader, and they get into a relationship. Nat is way too innocent and the reader is ready to corrupt her.
A/N: No, you are not allowed either. Orgasm control, and stuff. So, get into it at your own risk.
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Natasha couldn't figure you out. You have been best friends since you were practically toddlers.
Yet ever since you decided to go to the same university, there was a change in you.
You were the biggest tease. You had a way with your words that somehow made girls fall in bed with you. She has seen you doing stuff with girls that her innocent mind couldn't fathom and yet every time you possessively kept a hand on her waist whenever someone flirted with her, all she wanted to do was melt in your arms.
She was feeling exactly that right now. You had an arm possessively wrapped around her mid as you had pulled her on your lap mid-conversation. She knew it was because of the slight touch you had witnessed between her and the boy you didn't bother knowing the name of.
She shrieked a bit when you slightly picked her up to take her place and pulled her onto your lap immediately. You were her best friend, so after the initial surprise, she put her arms around your neck. You wanted to let the boy, who was now looking at the both of you with interest in his eyes know you were the only one who got to touch her.
So, when you let your hand wander inside her top to caress her belly, she leaned closer into your touch and purred a little. She could see that the noise caused you to strengthen your grip on her and she took a deep shuddering breath.
“Natty?”
You asked with curiosity, and she looked up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers. You had a genuine look in your eyes, but she remembered all those girls you used to take to your room, and pulled away.
“I am not one of your toys.”
She said, shuddering and pulling away. You pulled her closer and whispered in her ear.
“Is that who you think you are to me?”
You said as you held her close. She looked into your eyes again, trying to find any signs of malice. But, all she could see was a genuine adoration.
“I am not ready.”
She replied and you took a deep breath, pulling your hand away from her skin.
“I know. I just want you to know that I am here and I am yours whenever you are. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“What about those other…”
“No one matters, but you.”
You said genuinely and all she could do was gravitate towards you as she hugged you tightly. You held her back just as tighter. You looked around and saw that a lot of people in the class were looking at you.
You softly pulled her into one more hug, before placing her gently beside you. For the remainder of the lecture, both your hands were entwined.
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You always thought that you hadn't wooed Natasha enough before asking her to be your girlfriend. So, you tried to compensate for that by being extremely over the top. You gave her flowers every day, you took her out on insanely planned dates, and you made sure she knew how special she was every day.
So, when Natasha told you she was ready for your first kiss, you wanted it to be just as special. You picked her up from her place and drove her to this beautiful spot that overlooked the entire city. It was nothing too fancy. You set up a small picnic in your pickup and had a takeout.
You both remembered the good, the bad, and the embarrassment from your childhood and by the end of the night, both of you had the biggest smiles on your face.
Natasha was now in your arms, covered by a blanket looking out to the city.
“Why did you sleep with all those girls?”
She asked you and held you closer when she felt you pulling away.
“I was… scared.”
“Scared?”
“I thought that I could never have you. I also didn't want to spoil your innocence. You are the best Natty, and you are my best friend. I was afraid that if we tried dating and it didn't work out, I would lose you.”
She moved in your arms to look at you. Your eyes were glistening.
“Hey, you are never going to lose me. Maybe, I'll be petty, and won't talk to you for a few days if we ever break up.”
She felt your grip tighten on her as she said that.
“But, I will always come back. Who else is supposed to make me the best Pasta salad in the entire world?”
You chuckled and looked at her.
“I will always make you Pasta salad.”
You both were now smiling ear to ear and she finally leaned in. You closed the remaining distance and placed your lips on hers. It started with a small peck and she pulled away, red and embarrassed.
“Can we do another?”
She asked and you replied with a nod as you finally took the lead and pulled her closer by her chin and swiped your tongue across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and you finally started exploring more.
You both pulled away when you ran out of breath and you pulled her onto your lap.
“That was amazing. Can we do one more?”
She asked and you finally let yourself get a bit carried off as you held her neck and pulled her closer to properly make out with her. You softly pulled the small hair on the nape of her neck, which made her moan and you were happy that everything you did had a positive response.
When she pulled away this time there was a darkness in her eyes. You could see her nipples now showing from her top and her legs were clenching to find some friction.
“Do you touch yourself?”
You asked her and she blushed furiously, shaking her head in a no.
“Is that a lie?”
“I… I sometimes let the shower head linger between my legs.”
“And why is that?”
“It makes me feel good. Especially after seeing you with one of those girls.”
“So, let me get this right, you were masturbating, thinking about the things I was doing to those girls?”
She was not looking at you now and you pulled her chin to make her look into your eyes.
“My sweet, innocent girl. I am going to corrupt you, baby.”
You admitted and she gulped before nodding.
“Anything you want.”
“Good girl.”
That praise shot a wave of pain and pleasure right to her core and she whined.
“You need to stop those noises, Princess. Otherwise, I will have to take you right here, right now.”
That caused a shudder and she pulled you closer.
“I heard…”
She started but stopped.
“What is it, Princess?”
You knew what you were doing, and you were enjoying the reactions she had to everything you said.
“I heard Wanda call you Daddy… In the class.”
You remembered that quite well. You had fingered her while conversing with Natasha. You might have been a bit too harsh and she had asked you to, please stop, Daddy, as you had kept going even after she had four orgasms.
“Yes, she did.”
You replied casually.
“Why is that?”
“Well, I can be a bit demanding, and dominating while fucking. That can make people call me Daddy.”
“Can I?”
You smirked and repositioned her on your lap so that she was straddling you.
“You can call me whatever you want and yes, I will love it if you call me Daddy.”
She leaned in closer to kiss you once more.
“I love you, Daddy.”
You growled a bit at that and placed a firm hand on her waist to pull her close. You could feel her trying to grind on your lap, chasing a release.
“I love you too, Princess.”
She was trying to find friction when you stopped her.
“You are not ready for that yet.”
You said firmly and she stopped right away.
“But it feels…”
She stopped mid-sentence.
“What?”
“Wet, and icky.”
“I have some wipes in the truck, go get them.”
You commanded and she hopped off to get to the driver's side. She found wipes in the dash and brought them to you.
“Clean up.”
You said and she leaned against your chest, opening her legs a bit. You gave her one of the wipes and looked at her intently as she slightly pulled up her dress and her hand disappeared.
She hissed at the cold sensation of the wipe against her pussy, but she also felt extremely turned on at the thought of you looking at her as she touched herself.
“Stop. That's enough.”
You said as you realized she was trying to pleasure herself. She whined loudly.
“But, Daddy…”
“No. You are not ready yet. Come on, I'll drop you home.”
She looked at you to see if there was any crack in your voice. But, you were firm and you hopped off the truck, helping her too. You opened the passenger seat door, putting her seatbelt on.
“You look beautiful, Princess. Disheveled, thoroughly turned on.”
You said as you placed a small peck before getting to the driver's end. While driving you realized she was moving a bit.
“Stop clenching your thighs. I am not going to let you cum.”
“Please, Daddy.”
Your resolve almost broke right then.
“No.”
She huffed and whined, before creating a distance between her legs. After a few minutes, you were parked outside her place. None of you moving.
“Give me your panties.”
You said and she looked at you as if you were joking. But you had your hand in front of her looking at her intently.
She pulled up her dress and hooked her fingers in the waistband before pulling her panties down and placing them in your hand.
“Souvenir. To remember this day by.”
You said, placing them in your pocket, and she shuddered, knowing that you had the entire control of this relationship. You hopped out of your seat to open her door and unbuckle her seatbelt. You helped her off of the truck.
“Now go home and remember, no cumming.”
You whispered in her ear before pulling her by the waist and kissing her passionately. You pulled away after a bit and bid her a goodbye. You saw as she disappeared nto her home and smiled at the thought of what you had planned for the innocent girl.
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Lab
sex on the table, fingering, nipple play, Oral (N receiving),
Natasha bottom x top reader
Y/N Pov
I'm in the lab alone. Tony and Bruce are on a mission with the others. Natasha my girlfriend and I are the only one at the compus. Currently I sit at my desk and work on a clock with an A.I built in it.
I was silently working with air pots in my ears when I saw the door open and close again. I knew it was Natasha and kept working. She stood behind me, put her hands around my middle and rested her head on my shoulder. I put my Air pots out and lay it in the box back.
"Hey beautiful." She said.
"Hey baby."
"I don't even ask what you're doing."
I laughed and kept working. Natasha took her left hand and put it on my chin and turned my head to her. She looked me in the eye and gave me a kiss. The Kiss was full of lust. With the other hand she dug under my T-shirt and started up to my chest. She grabbed my left breast roughly in the hand and I gasped, she took the chance to bring her tongue into my mouth, we fought for dominance until I brought her in front of me and I threw down the things that were on my table. I put her on the table and put my hands on her legs. We didn't even break our hot make-out season.
Natasha pulled on my t-shirt and I only let go of the kiss to get my t-shirt off, then I pulled her sweater over her head and attacked her neck with kisses. In that time Natasha reached around my back and undid my bra, releasing my breasts. I did the same with her and in the meantime found her sweet spot on her neck and got a moan from her. I focused on at that spot until I got down to her breasts. With one hand I played with her nipple between my fingers and with my mouth I played with the other.
Natasha put her hands in my hair and moaned.
"J.A.R.V.I.S close the door." I said as I took off Nat's pants.
When I heard the door click, I kissed Natasha and let my hand wander down to her pussy. I looked Natasha in the eye and asked for approval. With a nod from hers I pulled her panties down and played with her clit, with my other hand I played with her nipple and with my mouth I gave Nat kisses down to her pussy. There I replaced my hand through my mouth and gave her clit Kitten licks. I looked up at Natasha and made eye contact. She looked so hot. Her mouth made an "O" and she let go of pornographic moans.
"Y/N Please." She begged. I never thought Black Wiodw would beg. I decided that this time I'll be nice and give her what she wants. I stuck a finger in her hole and noticed that she was very wet. I let go of her clit for a moment and said,
"So wet. And everything for me?"
I stuck another finger in her pussy and curled them. Natasha nodded in response to my question.
"Words baby girl."
"Fuck yes." she said.
I smirked and went to work on her clit. I noticed that she is almost at her orgasm and decided to use another finger.
"Fuck Y/N. I am-"
"Come on baby cum for me."
That got her over the Edge and she came over my hand. I still helped her to ride her orgasm out and then pulled my fingers out, which made her whine. I put my fingers in my mouth and kept eye contact with Nat. I hummed at the smack of her cum and Natasha bit her lower lip at the sight. I kissed the way back up to Nat until I got to her lips. I gave her a messy kiss so she could taste herself, which made her moan.
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Meetings
Summary: During a meeting your mission gets canceled. Your night is suddenly freed up and Natasha knows just how she wants to spend it.
Warnings: NFSW! powerbottom!natasha, top!reader, strap on, oral, porn without a plot
WC: 1.7K
AN: Need her. Need her bad. Hi! I need her.
Another boring meeting. It's almost like they were trying to make this one more monotonous than the last. Presentation after presentation. Updates on current missions as well as new intel accrued.
You drilled your fingers on the edge of the large glass table and glanced over to Natasha. She had her arms crossed; eyebrows slightly furrowed as she zeroed in on what the agent at the front of the room was saying. You couldn't believe someone could look so effortlessly beautiful. That red hair did something to you...
Just then Natasha's focused look turned to one of disbelief, "what?" She said to the agent at the front of the room.
You remembered that you were in a meeting and turned your attention to the annoyed agent who repeated himself, "The director has postponed the mission to recon a potential hydra base. But we can still go over the- '' you stopped listening. That was supposed to be your mission that you were leaving for tomorrow. Natasha shot you a glance and winked before looking away again. It seemed you both knew what you wanted to do with this sudden change in schedule.
The meeting droned on for another hour. The second the projector flickered off and everyone was dismissed, Natasha walked over to you and whispered in your ear "I'll be in my room". At her raspy statement a shiver went down your spine. Thank god for a day off.
You lost Natasha in the hustle between agents going in and out of the room. Not that it mattered, you knew where she was going. You picked up your papers and notebook and went back to your room to grab some things.
You made your way over to Natasha's room and lightly knocked to make your presence known. You opened the door before she could say anything. The second the door got more than a few inches open, a hand appeared in front of your face and viciously grabbed your shirt collar. Your body fell forward as the hand roped you into the room. The door slammed shut as your body fell back against it, now with a certain assassin pushing flush against you.
She moved her hand from your collar to your throat, where she used the pad of her thumb to pull your chin down to her. Her green eyes bore into yours and she inched forward until you could feel her breath hit your lips.
"It's been a while since we've had a whole night to ourselves" Natasha breathed out. Your hands came to meet her hips, one going rogue to squeeze her ass. She let out a small gasp at the feeling.
You lowered your head until you were right next to her ear. "Even more of a reason to fuck you senseless." You growled into her ear. At that comment Natasha eagerly slammed her lips against yours. You pulled one of her legs up so you could slide a leg between hers. Once her heat made contact with your thigh Natasha almost melted into the floor. You chased a swooning Natasha with your lips but quickly pulled her back up by her hips.
She continued grinding into you and sloppily moving her lips against yours. Having Natasha completely at your will made you feel lightheaded. You kept your lips attached to hers and moved your hands under her shirt. The feeling of your cold hands on her heated skin made Natasha moan into your mouth. You felt goosebumps begin to rise on the sides of her rib cage. You loved seeing her body react to you.
As you began to run your hands along every curve of her back she was practically clawing at your biceps, holding on for dear life. She let her tongue find your lips, beckoning for entrance, which you happily obliged. The kisses continued to deepen until you thought the red head was on the verge of collapse. Just before that moment you scooped her up and carried her to her bed.
Natasha protested with whines because she was so close to reaching her high, but you knew this would be a long night. You set her down on the edge of the bed and lifted her shirt off haphazardly. Before you had a chance to reach around her, Natasha had already unclasped her bra and pulled you on top of her. You kissed down the sides of her neck, licking along the line of her jaw and ran your hands up and down her rib cage once more, just slow enough to drive her crazy. Her hips left the bed trying to find comfort in yours, desperate for you to touch her where she needed you.
You finally let your hands drift to her breasts and place kisses along her collarbones. She pulled you into her as if you were going to float away at any second. She let out a small “please” that made you grin into her skin. You had never known a more patient person in your life, until she was under you that is.
You moved down her body while littering her belly in open mouthed kisses. You could feel her abs flexing under you in anticipation. Your fingers grabbed the hem of her pants and slid them down while your lips continued running across her hips, then her thighs. Natasha sat up on her elbow and ran one hand through your hair, effectively moving it out of your face so she could see you better. You locked eyes with her as you pulled her underwear down in a swift fashion. She whined as she watched your hand come up to meet her core. You ran your fingers through her folds, collecting her slick like it was pure gold. She moaned at the sensation and bucked her hips which made you grab onto her with one hand to keep her pinned down to the bed.
You lowered your head and let your tongue run one big swipe through her opening. At that she fell back down onto the bed with a grunt and attached both her hands to your head, pinning you to her. You began to lick at her nub and reached one hand up to hold her breast. Natasha moaned so loud you had to silently thank Tony for the soundproofing in her room. She grunted profanities as you continued eating her out like your life depended on it. She held onto one of your hands as she began to reach climax. Her grip tightened and her muscles contracted sporadically as her face screwed up into one you have seen many times before. You kept your tongue moving in the same pattern until she became completely undone and clasped her shaking thighs around your head like a vice.
You licked up her juices before crawling back up her body to meet her lips. She moaned into your mouth when she tasted herself on your tongue. When she had come down completely, she began undressing you. Your shirt flew off in record time and her hands expertly undid your belt. You got up off of her to rid yourself of the rest of your clothes while you looked for Natasha’s favorite strap. You found the harness and began putting it on, still trying to catch your breath from your efforts.
Nat drank some of the water on her nightstand while she raked her eyes over your figure. She didn’t fail to notice the sweat glistening on your skin and the way your biceps flexed. She sat up and purred, “Come here”. You walked over to her while holding the harness that was only halfway put on, not knowing what she wanted. You watched as she grabbed it out of your hands and started tightening it to your hips. She moved to kiss your neck while she finished attaching the toy to you. Once she was done, she pulled you onto the bed and climbed on top of you. You watched on with eager eyes as she moved with such grace. Her legs came to straddle both your hips while she stared with hooded eyes.
She took both your hands and placed them on her hips gently. The sight before you had you completely entranced. While you were in your own little world you failed to notice that she was sinking down on your length in the most sensual way possible. Once she met the base with her core, she leaned down to kiss you much more passionately than earlier. The deep kisses had your head spinning, then she began to slowly grind and you swore your head was going to burst into flames.
She continued picking up the pace, albeit slowly, and you let your nails scrape light marks into her back. Her grunts and low moans disappeared in your mouth as the cock slid in and out of her. Her movements quickened and her hips lost a little bit of their rhythm, so you moved to grab her ass and help her move with the fervor she was craving. Your hips began to buck up to meet her in perfect sync. The rough pace made her stop kissing you to lay her head on the crest of your neck; her entire body reaching a high that kept her from being able to do much else than let you take her.
Her moans and hot breath met your ear signaling that she was close. You snapped your hips, begging your muscles to not fail before she had her release. Nastasha let out a crippling moan and her body shook above yours. You kept moving to work her through her orgasm and felt her juices coat your thighs. Natasha tapped your chest lightly to let you know she needed a second. You laid there for a minute while rubbing her back and felt content enough to die.
"Round two?" She murmured while running her thumb over your jaw. You were going to be sore tomorrow.
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