astromellon

[astromellon]

Smash!

she'll want the devil on her team

demon!natasha romanoff x reader

summary: what's an angel doing at a nightclub?

warnings: supernatural beings, bottom!nat, alcohol consumption, oral (r giving), fingering (r giving), mommy kink, strap on use (nat receiving), smut 18+ only

a/n: repost from kinktober!

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The room spun around you as you walked through the crowded space. Lights flashed all around you and the music was so loud it shook you to your bones. You were tiptoeing on the line between fun and over-stimulation, enjoying the sweet spot between wanting to go home and being too overwhelmed to do anything. You were having fun. 

It was after you lost your friends that you saw her. You’d drifted away from them while you were dancing, getting caught up in the music. There was a light around her, and when you made eye contact, nothing could explain the attraction you felt towards her. Not just to the way she looked, but you felt like there was something pulling you right from your core.

She was ethereal. There were goosebumps all over your body, you don’t think you’d ever seen someone so beautiful. Even in the dark club, she was clear as day. You could look at her forever. Her green eyes stared up at you unblinking, there was a glint in her eye you’d never seen in anyone before. 

Her touch was featherlight on your face, you couldn’t hear the music around you anymore. When did she get so close? You didn’t want to look away. You didn’t want her to disappear. You licked your lips, hey eyes shifted down to your lips then back up to your eyes. Your hands rested on her waist and it was like you sobered up. She was so beautiful. You were completely entranced.

“Hi,” Her voice was soft but you heard her loud and clear. “I’m Natasha.”

“Are you an angel?” She giggled, looking down for a second then looking back up. Your grip on her waist tightened. You want to hear that again. 

“Something like that,” She said, stepping closer to you, her lips mere inches away from yours. You breathed her in, she tasted like rain on a hot summer day, cool and refreshing, satiating. You can’t get enough. Your lips touch in the next second, and you don’t remember when or how you get back to your apartment. 

The next thing you do remember is Natasha. Bare and naked on your bed. She looked angelic, she was an angel. You could see her wings fanning out from her back. It was a sight to see. You climbed over her body, hesitant to rest your weight over her wings. Natasha was shy, not wanting to meet your eyes while she was so vulnerable to you. 

You tilted her chin up to meet your eyes, her lips parting as your thumb swiped over her pink bottom lip. 

“I knew there was something about you,” Natasha met your eyes then, watching you watch her, taking in your every movement. Your hands trailed down from her chin, down her neck and over her shoulder to run your fingers over her fluffy wings. 

“This doesn’t freak you out?” She asked, leaning up on her elbows. You kissed down her neck, chuckling into her skin. Your teeth grazed the skin on her chest, making her hiss and arch her back into your touch. Her hand entangled itself in your hair, holding you onto her. Your tongue circled her perked nipple, making Natasha hang her head back in pleasure. 

“Does it seem like it freaks me out?” You asked, continuing to kiss down her body until your mouth was right between her legs. You peeked up at her before licking one long stripe up her slit. Natasha bit down on her lip, opening her legs wider for you. 

“That’s good to hear,” Shehalf moaned as your mouth connected with her dripping cunt. Her taste coulded your senses. She was the best you’d ever had, you’d barely started and already wanted more of her. If you were to die at that moment you’d die happy. “If you were to die right here I’ll take you with me.”

You looked up at her, pulling back with strings of her wetness connecting your chin to her pussy. You licked your lips, smirking at her. “I just don’t think I’d go to heaven, doll.”

You slid your hand up her inner thigh, circling your thumb on her clit, a heavenly moan breaking through her lips. Your lips met her soft skin on her thigh, kissing your way up as you slipped two fingers into her. When your lips met her core again, Natasha’s grip on your head was different. Her nails scratched against your scalp, making you moan into her. You sucked her clit into your mouth, an ungodly attractive sound leaving her perfect lips. 

When you looked back up at her from between her thighs, her hair seemed redder, her cheeks more flushed, and you noticed the small white feathers raining down all around you. You pulled your mouth away from her but continued pumping your fingers, curling them in just the way that pulled the most beautiful sounds from her. You felt her pussy clench around your fingers and it didn’t take much more than your thumb on her clit to send her over the edge. 

As her back arched and her body twitched with her orgasm you watched her transform. Her wings shed their feathers, revealing black, smooth wings underneath that crackled open with one last curl of your fingers. You weren’t afraid, your eyes darkened and your core tightened. 

Natasha suddenly sat up with one swoosh of her large wings, teeth sharpened and gleaming right at you as she eyed you from mere inches below you.

“Something makes me think that’s not where I had in mind either,” She said, pushing you down onto the bed, climbing up your body and grinding down onto the strap around your hips. “Changed your mind, sweetheart?”

“Not a chance in Hell,” You answered, Natasha’s fangs showing up once again. She lifted her hips, aligning your strap to her entrance before sinking down on it. Her devilish moans filled the room as she bounced on your cock, her perfect tits moving right above your head. 

“Your cock feels so good inside me,” She moaned, running her hands up your chest to sink her nails into, almost drawing blood. You didn’t care if she did. “Fills me up so good.”

“Natasha,” You moaned, bucking your hips up to meet her movements. Natasha arched her back, hand wrapping around your throat before she looked down at you, eyes almost glowing red as she sped up her movements. 

“God, I’m gonna cum,” She breathed out, keeping her gaze on you, her grip tightening around your throat needing one last thing to send her over the edge.

Your hands reached up to grope her tits, pinching her nipples between your fingers. “Cum for me, Mommy.”

Natasha’s eyes looked down at you and glowed bright red, her wings splaying out behind her as she came on your cock, her arousal spilling our of her onto the sheets. Her loud moans echoed around the walls, the room becoming hotter as you watched her wings start smoking. She continues bouncing on your strap, move aggressively now, chasing another orgasm. 

Her nails gripped onto your skin, desperately moaning as you continued meeting her movements, appreciating the view on top of you. 

“Are you gonna cum for me again, Mommy?” You asked, holding her hips down just in time for her to cum again, this time making her hair catch fire almost completely. You weren’t concerned about burning down the building, all you cared about was this deity’s pleasure. She’s the most perfect being you’d ever seen. “So beautiful.”

Natasha’s hair came back to normal shortly after she rode out her orgasm, letting it drape over you as she leaned over to kiss you. 

“You think I’m perfect?” She asked so delicately you almost missed it. Her eyes were glued onto yours like the next words out of your mouth would be the most important things she’d ever hear in her life. You sat up, holding her waist close to you. Natasha’s eyes drifted down to your chest, noticing the scratches she;d left there. “I hurt you.”

You took her hands in yours. “You’re perfect.”

Natasha looked up from your chest, eyes glimmering in the dim light of your bedroom. She leaned in, and you closed your eyes ready to taste her lips again. 

And just like that, with a fiery flash, she was gone, the only trace of her being the burning feathers sizzling around your room.

[astromellon]

Pretty good but meh let’s say it was a strap.

Sinful Affairs

WARNINGS: Nat has a dick, reader and Nat aren't married but they have a baby, arguing, slight angst, guns/knives, violence, fingering (reader receiving), oral (Nat receiving), daddy kink, breeding kink, degradation, edging, choking, slapping/spanking kink (only a bit) jealousy, possessiveness , fluffy ish at the end

WORDS: 2,779

PAIRING: dark/toxic!mob boss!Nat x f!Reader

A/N: silly little me wanted to write this, i hope you guys have been doing well <3

There it was again, her. The woman you shared many nights with. The woman who couldn't be there for you and the child you had together. But you see her again. You felt your breath catch in your throat. Her red hair was pulled up into a braid. A little boy in her arms. “Natasha. W- what are you doing here? Why are you here?” her lips formed into a sly grin. “Why? Can't I visit my son and my girl?” You glared at her. Her girl? If you were hers, she wouldn't have left you time after time with that dumb little note every morning. ‘Sorry sweetheart, work issues. Had to leave, I'll be back.’ and every time you believed her. You had begged her to stay. To quit her job and live with you and the baby, it's not like she lacked the money for it. She knew you were upset. And that she was the cause of it. “Natasha please just leave.” she sent you a stern look and carefully put down the baby in his crib.

“And why should I listen to you?” she said as she leaned against the wall. “You don't have to. But I want you to.” she seemed unphased by your little comment. She was more humored that you didn't want her here. Or that you attempted to lie in order to get her to leave. “If you aren't going to stay, then there's no point in coming here. You're getting my hopes up, and Alex would know you well enough to remember. Remember that his other parent could care less about him and his mom.” she faked a look of pity as she backed you out of the nursery and into the bedroom.

“You don't realize that if I stay, you two would get hurt. Do you even know how many enemies I've made in my line of work? No. Exactly, so you can't be upset at me for something you don't know.” you scoffed, “oh, so you visiting makes it any less dangerous for us? Nat– you‐ God! I don't even know what I feel when I'm around you.” was that a confession, or were you still fighting? “Well, I'm being careful with my visit times. I don't show up whenever I want to.” so she chose to ignore that last part.

You couldn't tell if you were mad at her or if you wanted to risk it all for one more night with her. So you stayed silent as she brought up a finger under your chin to direct your face to hers. “Natasha– if you stayed here, you would be able to protect us. What if you don't come home for over a week and you show up to find us dead? Hm?” her grip on your face slightly tightened. How could you say something like that? “Detka.. I–” your gaze dances over her features. She accidentally let her insecurities slip, you could tell. Her brows softened, and her eyes were a bit glossed over.

“You what?” she slid her hand from your face and down to your neck. Her fingers hesitated before clasping around your neck and pushing you up against the wall. Her hold was tight but not yet unbearable. You felt your oxygen cut off at some point, making your head go all fuzzy. She was always violent but never over matters like this. When she noticed your hand around her wrist loosen, she stopped. Did she go too far? No. In her mind, she was always right. You gasped for air the second she let you go. “Y/N—” you coughed as you leaned your head against the door.

“D- don't you think you've done enough Nat?” you couldn't bring yourself to look at her. “... What if I marry someone else? Alex wouldn't mind a stepdad or step-mom. At least they'd be there for him—” that was it. She had enough of you by now. You winced as you felt her palm harshly hit your cheek, reddening the side of your face. “Don't you fucking say that you little slut. Alex is perfectly fine with the way things are.” you blinked back some unshed tears, “how do you know that? He's just a baby. He can't even talk yet! Did he tell you that he was okay with all of this? Did he?” she sighed as she shook her head.

You watched her slowly bring a hand up to her pocket and pull out a blade. “Natasha put that down.. fuck– put it down, Nat!” you shouted as you threw the pillows that sat on the bed at her. If anything, it angered her more. “Natasha stop! I- I can call 911. You've been wanted by the police for a few years, isn't that right?” she huffed as she threw you onto the bed with ease. “Please Tash stop!” you cried as you felt her cold touch underneath your shirt. “You aren't marrying anyone. If you do, it'll be me. You're mine. You hear that?” you had to give in. Or else she would've done something to you. “Mhm! I'm yours. I'm all yours! Please Nat stop.” you held your breath as you felt the tip of the knife gently hit your skin.

She's not going to kill you. Right? She has hurt you before, but you doubt that she'd kill you. Or maybe she would. A shaky gasp escaped your mouth when you sensed the head of a gun underneath your chin. It can't be loaded. Can it? You whimper as she harshly tugged on your hair and pressed the gun harder against your skin. “Natasha! Nat.. please t–that's empty, right?” her lips grew into a slight smirk as she lowered the gun and pulled the trigger, aiming for the wall. You felt your blood go cold, it was loaded. She was going to kill you, wasn't she? That's what she wanted you to think. The second you heard the shot, your body slightly jumped. The knife that she held against your stomach lightly touched your skin.

“Natasha please. Let me go. I won't marry anyone, okay? Nat, we have a son– you aren't home half of the time! I have to take care of him. Please, Natasha.” you were thankful she put the gun away, but she still had the knife pressed against your body. “Thank you. I'm sorry, I- I shouldn't have said I'd marry someone else. I'm sorry Natasha—” “turn around.” you look up at her with a confused look, “what?” without letting you process any of what she said, Natasha grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over. You heard the knife clatter on the floor as she threw it onto the ground. You lay flat on your stomach on the bed. “God, you're so fucking annoying.” she quickly slid your pants off, leaving your legs exposed. “Natasha..” you stopped yourself from complaining. She was already upset, you didn't want to upset her more.

You felt her palm roughly hit your ass, causing you to slightly wince. “Count for me, kotenok.” she whispered as she sent another smack to your skin, “o-one.” she grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your face off the mattress. “Recount for daddy sweetheart.” you nodded as her hand hit your ass once more, “one.. t-thank you daddy.”

She traced the hem of your panties, chuckling slightly when her finger came in contact with damp fabric. “You got all worked up over that?” you didn't answer her. She slid her fingers against your inner thighs, relentlessly teasing your sensitive areas. “N-Natasha I..” she tore off your panties and tossed them on the floor. Your words get cut short with a muffled moan as she rubbed her fingers through your slippery folds, slamming your face against the mattress. “mmnh..” her touch felt like fire on skin, burning you up. “Tell me.. do you want daddy to fuck you?” you felt her press her fingers on your slit, gathering your slick and spreading it all over your cunt. “Nata– daddy please.” you didn't know if you were begging her to stop or to keep going.

“Get up.” you bit back a whimper and sat up on the bed. You watched patiently as her hands went to discard her jeans and boxers. Your eyes go straight to look at her thick, hardened dick. “Well?” you turn your gaze away from her. “Are you that dumb?” she sighed as she gripped onto your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. She pulled your face closer to her length and shoved a few inches inside your mouth. “mmph—” she buried her hand into your hair and pushed further into your mouth. “Be a good little bitch and suck.” you rolled your eyes and flattened your tongue along the veins of her cock.

She guided your head around her dick, shoving it deeper into your mouth. You slightly gagged as her tip hit the back of your throat. “Take it all in, baby girl.” her breath labored as your tongue teases and sucks her length. “Fuck..” her grip on your hair tightened as you sucked her cock vigorously, drool dripping down from your chin.

You didn't want this. She didn't care for you, but it felt so natural like it was meant to be. Like you were meant to be hers. But she wasn't yours, was she? She was yours too. You just didn't know. She didn't want you to know.

Your head bobbed up and down rapidly as her dick popped in and out of your mouth. “oh God!” her head threw back as you sucked harder on her girthy length, sinking it deeper and deeper into your mouth. It was then that she thrust her hips forward and her tip pushed back into your throat, causing you to gasp for air as you choked on her length and tears to spill from your eyes. “mmnph!” she didn't stop fucking your throat, her hand buried into your hair as she forced her cock deep into your mouth. “Fuck– I'm gonna cum in that slutty little mouth of yours. Take it.” you hear her say, and you felt two ropes of thick cum release into your mouth.

She pulled her length out of your mouth and brought her hand down to her dick and began pumping. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.” you could tell from her voice that she was close, you closed your eyes shut as her cum sputtered all over your face. “Shit..” she moaned softly as she came on your face. She lowered her hand down to grip your face, “daddy's sorry for having to ruin such a..” she examined your fucked out face, her cum and your saliva dribbling down the corners of your lips, tears rolling down your blushed cheeks. “..pretty little face.” she chuckled as she tapped her palm against your warm cheek.

“Get on the bed.” you complied and got up with shaky legs and laid on the bed. Natasha walked over to the edge of the bed and pulled your legs around hers. “What do you want daddy to do kotenok?” you were about to respond, but then she slipped her hand in between your thighs, making you let out an embarrassingly loud whimper. “Daddy please.” she raised her brow up and slid her thumb against your glistening slit. A cocky smirk played on her lips as she watched your hole twitch, and your body squirm underneath her. You let out a sigh of relief as she inserted 2 fingers inside of your pussy. She quickly pumped her digits in and out of your tight cunt, stretching your walls out for her cock. “Daddy– oh my God, I'm so close!” she pulled her fingers out of your cunt, “whores like you don't get to cum this soon.” you whined as you felt her leave you empty.

She grabbed the knife and swiftly sliced off your blouse, along with your bra, leaving your chest and stomach uncovered. “Natasha put that down. Please, please, I'll do anything.” you chanted pleas and begged her to drop the knife as she gently stroked your bare skin with the metal of the knife. “Nat..” you whimpered in fear as she poked your stomach lightly with the tip of the blade. She sighed as she threw the knife onto the floor.

“Shut up.” she muttered as she roughly held onto your hips and pushed a few inches of her length inside of your aching cunt. “oh daddy fuck!” she rocked your hips back and forth whilst she shoved deeper into you, sliding inside inch by inch. “How are you still so– fucking tight after all of that?” she grunted as she struggled to fit her cock entirely into you. “mm! You're so big daddy..” she thrusted deeper inside of you, earning a moan from your mouth as it hit your sweet spot. “oh fuck– right there daddy! You feel so good inside of me..” you hesitantly grip onto her muscular shoulders as you cry for more. She leaned down to press her lips against yours, pulling you in for a slow kiss. “You drive me crazy detka..” she mumbles breathlessly against your lips. You moan into the kiss as she thrusts deeper inside of you. “nmh.. Natty!” you gasp softly as she snapped her hips upwards.

“Are you close?” she grunted as she fucked harder into you. “..y-yes.” you were surprised that you were able to respond as your nails dug deep into her skin, leaving crescent shaped marks. “Beg. Tell me why you deserve to cum.” you mentally scoffed at her, “daddy please. Please I need to so badly.. please- please- please!” she snickered at your desperation. “Fine. Do it now it you won't get to cum later.” she said as she continued pounding away at you. You scream in pleasurement as you came all over her cock, your thighs trembling as your nails scratching at her back and shoulders, hard enough to draw blood.

She continued her movements on your cunt as she rolled her hips against yours, “ngh– daddy stop..” you muttered, all out of breath. “oh.. sweetheart, I'm not stopping till I finish inside of you.” she seemed unbothered by your whines and complains, her strong hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you from moving away. “N-Natasha please.” despite your attempts of getting her to stop, the whorish moans never stopped leaving your mouth. You clawed at her back as her tip pushed up to your cervix, “Gonna cum inside you baby.. fill you all up.” she groaned when she felt your spongey walls clench around her cock. She slightly smiled as she leaned down to pepper light, feathery kisses all over your stomach. “mhm..” you were at the point where you couldn't speak properly, everything seemed like a blur, all your words came out incoherently.

Her breaths became more strained and heavy as she fucked vigorously into you, “tell.. tell me you want me to cum inside you.” she breathed out, clear sweat glistened on her forehead. “I wan’ you to.. ” your mind hazy as you barely finished speaking. “You too tired to speak detka?” she chuckled, “no– Nat cum inside me.. please.” her lips curled into a small smile. “Whatever you say moya lyubov.” she said as she came deep inside of your cunt, painting your velvety walls white. “Fucking hell..” she panted as she laid against your limp body. “Natasha pull out.. ’m too sensitive.” she placed her lips over yours, softly kissing your plump lips. “Okay..” she whispered against your mouth as she slowly pulled out.

“Natasha..” you mumbled out her name, “yeah?” you weakly grasped her hand. “Stay.” her gaze softened as she lightly squeezed your hand. “Detka you know I can't.” tears pricked your eyes, “stay. Natasha, please.” you could hear your voice cracking as you spoke. “Please.. darling, I need you home. We need you home.” she wasn't going to stay. She'd leave like always. Right? She wouldn't listen to you. The thoughts spun in your head, “okay. Just this once.” your hand fell from hers. She was going to stay. “I can't let them find you two.” you furrowed your brows, “who?” she smiled and kissed your forehead. “Nothing. Go to sleep baby.” she dodged your question, but you were too tired to argue with her.

“Lay with me?” she nodded and lies down next to you. Snuggling her chin in the crook of your neck, “I love you.” she said as she pecked your cheek. A smile appeared on your lips when you felt a squeeze at your waist. “I love you too.”

[astromellon]

Okeish 😌

a little lie

boss/ceo!dom!natasha romanoff x assistant!bottom!fem!reader

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summary: your parents introduced you to someone when you got back from your date but little did you know it was your boss whom they introduced you to.

contains: possessive and jealous nat, sorta semi public sex which means some smut ig.

please be informed that English isn't my first language so please bear with any grammatical/punctuation errors thank you!

Your date went surprisingly well, even though it was arranged by your mom because she wants you to somehow 'go out' more. The woman whom you had a date with, Wanda is a pretty great woman she was just not your type, your boss is more of your type, dominant, powerful and older. You liked her the first time you saw her, it was during when you first applied as an assistant at her company, you thankfully got the job and eventually, you also got the heart of your boss, well... sort of. The both of you haven't established what you are just yet all that you know is that you two hookup from time to time or sometimes engage in intimacy like how any normal couple would do.

You arrived at the restaurant where your parents said they would meet someone for business purposes.

“Hey mom, hey dad.” You greeted them as you approached their table. 

You hear your dad say, “Hi darling, I would like you to meet Miss Natasha Romanoff,” your world suddenly froze as you looked at the opposite side of the table, there she was, sitting there in all of her glory, wearing a champagne colored dress with a plunging neckline, it made you curious if dresses with plunging necklines are really her thing or she just wears those to tease you.

“-this is my daughter, Y/n.” You last heard your father say since you totally blocked off what he was saying.

“Nice meeting you, Miss Romanoff,” you tried to say casually trying not to cause any suspicion. “The pleasure’s all mine.” Natasha replied with a smile. 

“Take a seat dear,” Your mom said as she gestured to the chair beside Natasha.

Great, just great.

As you were eating, you felt her hand slowly caressing your thigh, thankfully you were wearing pants or else you would be a flustering mess by now. You looked at her and saw that she was slightly smirking as she was facing your parents while they were talking about business.

“So, how was your date?” Your mom suddenly asked and you choke on your wine which made you have a slight coughing fit and you felt Natasha tense up, jealousy was also present.

It was definitely a very bad idea to talk about your date in front of Natasha. For one, you lied, well partially, you did just say that you have a family dinner but did not say that you have a date. Two, you know how jealous and possessive she can get, which means you’re probably dead later. 

But you can’t blame your parents for bringing it up, your parents have no idea that you work for her and what happens between the two of you behind closed doors.  

"Mom, we have a guest!" you countered trying to avoid the topic as you slightly looked at Natasha.

"No it's alright, I'd also like to know what happened to your date." Natasha said with slight venom in her voice while looking at you.

"See? Even Natasha likes to know about your date." Your mom said teasingly.

You groaned softly, "Fine, It went pretty well, she's actually really nice-"

"She?" Natasha suddenly asked probably to act all surprised that you liked girls, "Yeah, I'm actually a lesbian," you replied to her and Natasha hummed in response then drank her wine.

"Is she pretty?" Your dad asked.

You went silent for a few seconds knowing that your answer would set off the woman sitting beside you even more, "Y-yeah," you hesitantly said but it was true, Wanda is a pretty woman but no one could ever match the beauty of your boss or supposedly, your lover. You felt Natasha's nails dig into your thigh making you wince and curse under your breath.

You drank your wine once again but you felt Natasha's hand that was on your thigh move closer and closer to your core and she started rubbing your clothed sex slowly it made you whimper at the contact which your parents heard.

"You alright dear?" your mom asked seeing that your cheeks turned into a light shade of red.

"Y-yeah just fine, I-I have to go to the bathroom." you said as you then you got up from your seat and rushed to the bathroom.

You opened the faucet and then washed your face, you stared at your reflection afterwards and saw that you looked sort of flushed because of Natasha's antics earlier, "Fuck me." you muttered as you lowered your head, "I'd love to, malyshka." you suddenly heard someone say behind you which made you look at the mirror again and you saw Natasha already looking at your reflection with a smirk on her face.

You turned around to face her fully and saw that Natasha has her arms crossed then she spoke, "So, you went on a date?" she began, "You just told me that you have some family dinner but it turns out you went on a fucking date with a pretty girl." the venom in her voice was now stronger it made you nervous but excited even.

"I had to lie, okay? I know we said that we aren't allowed to see someone else but this date was arranged by my parents, so I can't say no to that." you replied slightly stuttering at your words.

Natasha grabbed your arm and dragged the both of you into a bathroom stall, she locked the door and grabbed a hold of both of your wrists with her one hand placing them above your head, her other hand undoing your button up shirt.

She then started to rub your core through your pants which made you whimper once again, "P-please."

"You think I'm going to let you get off that easily after the lie that you just said?" Natasha said then she started sucking on your exposed chest making her mark on you, "You're mine and mine only. Say it."

"I'm yours, only yours, Nat... please." you begged her, you just wanted her fingers deep inside you now.

"Please what baby? What do you want me to do printsessa?" Natasha teased as she looked into your eyes with her lust-filled dark emerald ones.

"Fuck me please." you begged again.

"Good girl." she then proceeded to undo you pants and started to rub your clit roughly making you moan loudly, her hand that was on your wrists went to your mouth shushing you, "You better keep quiet detka, we wouldn't want anyone to hear us now would we?" she said and you nodded in response.

Once her fingers went inside you, your eyes rolled back at the pleasure, Natasha then claimed your lips onto hers to help seal your moans, her tongue immediately seek entrance into your mouth and you let her.

She was pumping her fingers faster and rougher it was making you get closer to the edge and Natasha felt it as you started to clench around her fingers, "Cum for me detka, let go, I got you." you then came on her fingers and you swear you started to see stars as your eyes started to roll back once again.

"Such a good girl for me." Natasha cooed as she claimed your lips once more, "Lie to me again and you'll get rougher consequences." she warned then she left the stall leaving you to fix yourself, you hear her heels click on the tiled floor meaning she was walking out of the bathroom.

A few moments after collecting yourself, you left the stall and went to the mirror and saw that you were a mess, a hot mess in fact, your hair was out of place you had lipstick marks all over neck but as you were wiping the lipstick marks, you saw a bruise on your neck, which was visible even when you wore your button up shirt, "Damn it Natasha." you cursed at her, you just hope your parents don't notice it.

"There you are, I thought something bad happened to you." Your mom said as approached your table.

"Sorry I took a while, I suddenly had a call." you lied to them.

"It's alright, also, what's that on your neck?" Your dad asked which made you panic internally, "I-I slipped and hit my neck on the counter." you replied.

"She was laying on the floor when I saw her in the bathroom, she was sobbing in pain too." Natasha teased.

"I was not!" you exclaimed as you rubbed the hickey on your neck.

"Aw, did my poor baby hurt herself?" Your mom cooed.

"I'm fine mom, I'll just put an ice pack on it when I get home." you replied knowing full well that the woman beside you wouldn't let you do that since it is her act of claim on you.

[astromellon]

I laughed 🤣

not your regular redhead.

pairings | beefy!dark!natasha x fem!reader

summary | you and natasha are unfortunately alone for the whole day. you didn’t expect her to become a whole new person once she finally gets to touch you.

warnings | smut, dark/taboo themes - 18+ YOU’VE BEEN WARNED! non-con/dub-con, perverted acts, voyeurism, manipulation (slight), mentions of drugs, rough sex, strap-on sex, breeding kink, degradation, slight innocent!reader, stroking, mentions of hurting, and more.

notes | so remember when i said endgame!nat has a breeding kink? yeah… anyway- this was so hot to write. i hope you enjoy! i will continue to write more dark!fics from now on, not just your regular angst writer. :) although that could be both ngl so-

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dirty kitchen | “the other woman” special one-shot

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summary: you and natasha spend some “quality time” in the kitchen. 

warnings: mommy kink, age difference (not specified), nicknames (little girl, baby, and more), dom!natasha x sub!reader, fingering (reader receiving), cheating - MINORS DNI.

notes: wow i can’t seem to let go of this god damn series that i wrote a one-shot about it and it’s a dirty one

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"My child is completely fine"

Ma'am you're child is reading some explicit smut about an older fictional character with quite a few kinks and they call them mommy/daddy...

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“To love is not weak. Love is the strongest thing there is.”

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

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“Stay single until someone actually complements your life in a way that makes it better not to be single. If not, it’s not worth it.”

— Unknown

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I assume Ao3 is throwing a 503 error right now because we overloaded the servers with our determination to go into 2023 as we intend to continue: reading a heck of a lot of fanfiction

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“I owe myself the biggest apology for putting up with what I didn’t deserve.”

— Unknown

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You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint

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Yass 🫠🫠🫠

Dark!Lady Lesso x Reader

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42863172

please check the tags for the love of dovesso 

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Stress relief 🥹

ok ok so i’m lowkey in the middle of breakup rn and i’ve been reading wandanat fics to keep my mind off it so i wanted to request a one-shot with wandanat and fem!reader where r just broke up with her ex and wandanat are ~finally~ able to get their hands on r and just rail her to distract her from all the sad breakup stuff. please and thank you💗

p.s. i love u and your writing and you’re my favorite fic writer

Work-Study - WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Gif not mine, credit to creator

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,184

Warnings: Dark!Professors!WandaNat, Professor/Student Relationships, Manipulation, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Spitting, Mommy Kink, Daddy Kink, Mentions of Somnophilia, Degradation, Praise, Dirty Talk | Minors DNI

A/N: I’m really sorry about that, nonnie. I hope this can somewhat help and that you don’t mind I combined this with something else ^^

Summary: Your professors can’t keep their hands to themselves after you’re broken up with.

“I can’t believe she broke your heart. No offense, but she’s like a 4 out of ten, while you’re a 20 at least. I’m sorry babe.”

For the past week that is all you had heard. There were hushed whispers across the college campus about how their precious cheer captain, Kate Bishop, had been the one to break her lowly girlfriend’s heart. You, a previous wall-flower, had spent the greater part of high school prancing behind the girl who you thought to be the love of your life. As friends since elementary school, you even assumed the role of following her to college, the two of you seemingly in a healthy relationship until she ended things right before a rather tedious Biology exam – it wasn’t hard to deduce you’d flunk. 

“Yeah it’s whatever. Can’t really do much about it, Darce,” you huffed while eyeing the front of the classroom. A broken heart wasn’t a reason to miss your lectures, you told yourself. There had already been enough crying throughout the weekend, arms wrapped around a nearby pillow as empty cups of ice cream, varying in flavor, sat across your side of the dorm. Your roommate had been nice enough to let you vent through the weekend while putting your heart on the line. Trusty as ever, Darcy was there to keep you in one piece. “Can you just pay attention? I don’t want Romanoff to yell at me.”

“Maybe her hotness will make you happy.”

Darcy’s lack of filter made you chuckle. The two of you sat quietly in the back for the remainder of class. You were far too focused on the woman slipping through the front of the room, a tight skirt hugging her body with a blouse where only a few buttons held it close, showing off her cleavage – your friend could get you the notes from the class later as your distraction overtook your brain. The stilettos adorning her feet easily could make your Statistics professor tower over you. You’d only admit it to Darcy, but Professor Romanoff was enchanting. 

Over an hour passed before you were allowed to begin packing up your belongings. Darcy made sure to stay behind, throwing you a sad smile as your frail body sagged in memory of Kate. She was in most of your classes including Statistics, but you made sure to avoid even gazing in her general direction as your eyes remained trained upon Natasha. 

“Come on. Let’s go get you some more ice cream and cry together while watching some sad movie about dogs. You’re still grieving, babe. Time to get some sugar in you and crash for the day,” Darcy said as guided you to the door. “Maybe we can even sneak into whatever party we find and get wasted. Let’s get some alcohol in your system-”

“Ms. Y/L/N? Would you mind standing behind for a moment. There’s something important we have to discuss.”

Hearing the words of your professor made you stop dead in your tracks. By then all of the student body, including Kate who merely glanced at you sadly, had left the room let alone for you and your friend. You turned on your feet to face Natasha who merely leaned over her desk with a smile on her face, nodding at Darcy knowingly. 

“It may take awhile, Ms. Lewis. I’m sure you can meet up with Y/N afterwards,” Natasha explained with crossed arms. “This is a rather sensitive matter.”

“Oh, uh, that’s fine,” was all Darcy responded with. “Call me when you’re done, babe. I’ll just go to the store and get some stuff for tonight. Love you!”

You were left nearly breathless as Darcy kissed your cheek and promptly left the room, leaving you and Natasha to stand there in silence. On top of having your heartbroken, you’d potentially get in trouble with your favorite professor in the same week. For a moment you wondered if she had noticed you practically undressing her with your eyes. Being at the top of the class left little room to be failing. 

“So, what’s up?” you shrugged while eyeing the woman. 

“I know you’ve heard this a lot this week, but I’m really sorry about what happened between you and Ms. Bishop. You don’t deserve people who don’t see how amazing you are, malyshka. It’s unfair that you have to deal with the fallout of it while she goes off to date immediately,” Natasha began showing her condolences. The glasses perched at the tip of her nose were pushed back with long fingers you couldn’t help but stare at. It was wrong, you knew, to have fantasies about your professor as she stood mere inches from you, but you couldn’t help but wonder what they’d feel like inside you, stretching your walls apart as her name fell from your tongue rather than Kate’s. “You’ve been having a terrible past few days and I in no way take pleasure from saying this, but honey, you’re not doing so well in class. You’re failing.”

“I’m at the top of the class, professor. Even if I didn’t turn in assignments this week, which I did, I’d be hardly failing. I don’t get it,” you exasperated with furrowed eyebrows. “I can’t be failing the class on top of everything, please. I just…can’t.”

“I know, darling. I’m really sorry,” Natasha sighed with what you didn’t know was feigned sadness. She motioned for you to step forth, and after throwing your backpack to the side with a fallen look on your face, you did as you were told. “Ms. Bishop really did a number on you, huh? My dear, you don’t deserve any of it.”

The woman pulled you into a warm embrace before you knew it and as inappropriate as you knew it to be, you couldn’t help but simply melt against her. Being in her arms brought out a wave of relief. You felt your heart beginning to beat once again. The fresh tears forming upon your eyes dripped with longing. With Natasha by your side, hands drifting down your body lovingly as fingers drew imaginary circles upon your back, you were in heaven. 

“Is there anything I can do, professor? I’ll do any extra credit there is so I won’t fail. Please, ma’am,” you begged. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Natasha questioned with raised eyebrows and a devilish smirk. 

“Yes, ma’am. Anything.”

There came a moment of silence between the two of you. In such close proximity to the woman, you swore it would only be seconds before you erupted. Cheeks turned red, madly burning as the redhead only moved closer. For a moment you swore she’d kiss you, and although the logical part of your brain thought otherwise, you eventually found your lips pressed against her own. 

Natasha held you close as she kissed you, her short nails digging into your clothed body. You were able to forget everything else, the world around you vanishing along with Kate, the fear of failing classes, Darcy, or just anything which seemingly got in your way from enjoying such a pleasure. Dominance was exuded by the older woman who devoured you with slow sensual movements. She slid her tongue across your lips begging silently for entrance only to be allowed inside without a fight. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that, Y/N. Hmm my pretty girl,” Natasha hummed as she pulled back to garner a breath of fresh air. She cupped your face, thumb running across your blushing cheeks as you were left in awe of her beauty. After having placed another kiss upon your waiting lips, this time chaste, the professor moved off her desk. “Come on, dear. I know something you can do for extra credit.”

You had no idea how you found yourself in such a predicament, but before you knew it, you were kneeling before Natasha’s desk chair. The professor sat back watching you intently. She tilted her head, beginning to tug up her skirt as you were left salivating after her. Each second that passed your heart raced even more. 

Eyes shamefully drifted between the woman’s legs. Her skirt had ridden up while fingers began pulling down her lacy underwear – it did not take an idiot to notice the wet patch, slick with her juices, upon the panties she dropped to her feet. Licking your lips, you prepared yourself for what would promptly go down. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s so wrong, professor.” It was more of a reassurance for yourself than her. If you were to be caught, the consequences would be tedious. On top of that she was a married woman. What would her wife think if she found your face buried between her legs? Although admittedly so, you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat at the idea of Professor Maximoff catching you. “I don’t think I should-”

“Stay still, pretty girl. Go on and make mommy feel good. You want to pass the class, don’t you? If you want to be a good pup, you’ll do as I say. Otherwise you’ll have to retake the course. I don’t think you want that.” Natasha left her eyebrows raised as she spoke. She was manipulating you, you knew, holding your grades above your head to get what she wanted. Still, it was impossible for you to dissuade her. Whatever your professor wanted, she got from her hypnotized little doll. “I’m already dripping for you, baby. Can’t you see? I want you to use your tongue and make mommy all better like the good girl I know you are.”

That’s how you found yourself inching closer to her until your lips grazed upon her lower ones. You had only eaten Kate out once and still did a lazy job with it. Given you felt more motivated to please your professor than your ex. Sticking your tongue out, you slid it up her slit, holding her perfectly toned thighs apart while getting your first taste of her juices. All you did was lick her cunt for a few moments, vigorously groaning and collecting more wetness upon your mouth without much guidance.

“Awww does my dumb little girl not know what to do? It’s adorable, really,” Natasha laughed as she grabbed a fistful of your hair. She pushed you against her pussy, tongue spreading her folds apart, before throwing her head back. “Hmm baby tease my clit. It feels so fucking good when Wanda does it.”

You ignored the mention of her wife before doing as you were told. The tip of your tongue rubbed carefully sloppy circles around the bundle of nerves. It was enough stimulation to get Natasha to let out a yelp. She was arching her back and grinding her hips further against your mouth. Any pleasure available was something she sought out. 

Teeth ghosted along her pussy, teasing the area before you lapped at it. Your tongue was everywhere, flicking her clit tenderly before moving down to slide circles over her entrance. There was unmistakable wetness when you dipped your tongue inside feeling her hole immediately clench upon you. Against your mouth, Natash was a complete mess. 

“You look so cute eating mommy’s pussy, slut. I taste good, eh? You keep this up and I’ll bump your grade up to the highest in class again. It’s what the whore deserves for making me feel good,” Natasha growled as she fucked your face. Her entire body was on fire, a hand gripping your hair to ground herself. Her other one found itself flying to her desk where she sought out the phone. After marking a number she knew with muscle memory, the woman pressed it to her ear. “I got us a little doll to play mommy and daddy with, honey. You have to see her. She’s fucking gorgeous and so ready to please.”

You were dumbed down, mouth lazily eating your professor out as the phone was put down once again. Natasha kept praising you each time you dragged your tongue against her cunt. You kissed her inner thighs, still tasting the juices who you loved the flavor of. She was divine, yummy as a cherry. 

The door of the room opened, but you were far too focused on eyeing the woman above you to notice. You had wide eyes while staring at Natasha for approval, who just pulled at your hair for a moment to enjoy her corruption over such an innocent little lamb. When noticing your mouth covered with juices that ran down your chin, she smiled. 

“Is she making mommy feel good?” came a voice from behind you. “Looks like our little puppy is enjoying it. What a shame.” Even without turning you’d recognize that voice anywhere. 

Professor Maximoff, sporting a toothy grin along with dark slacks, hovered above you. She leaned in only to kiss Natasha whose lips lingered upon her wife’s for lovely seconds. You watched on as the two made out, squirming from beneath while warmth exuded from between your legs. 

“Look who’s here, Y/N. Now you get daddy to touch you and make your pussy feel all better,” Natasha explained as she stared at her wife who began kneeling behind you. “I want you to make our toy cum, daddy. Our whore has been so good and well-behaved. Mommy is so close and she just keeps going.”

“Yeah? Well it looks like you deserve a reward, Y/N. I bet you’re a fucking mess for us too, huh?” Wanda teased as she pressed her front against your back. As a hand found itself upon your thigh, nails trailing over it, another went to the waistline of your pants. She undid the buttons, pulling down the zipper right before allowing her hand to slip past your underwear. At the feeling of your drenched pussy, your panties already ruined, the other redhead mocked you. “Your pussy is so wet, baby. Is this all for daddy? Stupid little mutt needs my fingers to stretch her dirty hole out. Fucking pathetic.”

Wanda only ran her fingers over your slit, feeling your wetness, and you were already hypnotized by her. Pulling back momentarily from Natasha’s cunt, you sobbed with desperation. “Please fuck me, daddy. I need…I need to forget.” Kate was still deep in your mind, plaguing your thoughts while two women you had undoubtedly fantasized about made attempts to cute you. “Make it better.”

“Whatever you say, pretty girl. Don’t you worry, alright? Mommy and daddy are here to take care of you,” Natasha whispered. She hunched over to kiss you lightly, tasting herself upon your lips with glee. “Now, Wanda.”

A pair of fingers eased inside you without much warning. You were left slacked-jawed, eyes wide as a loud moan came from the depths of your throat. With a mouth pressed against Natasha’s cunt again, your noises of need were stifled. No words were mustered in return as you closed your eyes and continued lapping your tongue. The sloshing sounds that reeked with the stench of sex in the air from fingers digging into your pussy, spreading velvety walls apart until they were knuckle-deep in you, were formed to an orchestra. 

The three of you moved as one, Wanda maintaining eye-contact with her wife as they both worked to make it all better, to reduce your thoughts to nothing as you were to be their mindless, needy little whore. With a free hand from the woman behind you moving underneath to cup one of your breasts, you twisted and turned in place. 

“Stay still, my slutty puppy. I can practically feel your pussy throbbing against my hand. I know you’re close, but you have to be good for daddy if you want to cum,” Wanda ordered. She pressed her thumb against your clit pressing down eagerly as she studied her wife – both you and Professor Romanoff were at the edge of glory, nearing together as one. “Mommy’s almost there too. Why don’t my two good girls come for me? Go on. Let me watch you turn into dumb fucking messes.”

A loud moan ripped through the sound barrier before Natasha threw her head back. She gripped your hair with might, flaring her nostrils as her face scrunched up. You were left groaning against her pussy and barely breathing as both your orgasms shot through you roughly. Bodies were sagged and flushed, spent after having come undone in each other’s arms. Your tongue remained in place, enjoying the warms Natasha exuded against you along with the smell of her pussy which made you delirious with need – all while Wanda kept hastily pumping her fingers in and out of you, making sure to curl them up when deep inside to press down upon your sweet spot. 

“Open up, detka,” Natsha breathlessly commanded as she pulled you away and cupped your fucked up face. You left your mouth agape obediently. Before you knew it, the redhead spit a bunch of saliva into your mouth, letting it mix with her pussy juices that simultaneously covered your shiny, slick lips. “You’re such a good girl Y/N. Mommy is so proud of you for making her come. And look how well you took daddy’s fingers. Did it feel good to cum, baby? To be our cumrag and stupid slut?”

“Felt good, mommy,” you mumbled with dilated pupils. Your sight was far too hazy and blurry, body reeking with exhaustion as you almost closed your eyes to fall asleep. “Thank you for making it better.” You paused to gather your breath. “Am I failing?”

“I think you still have to do more things for us, honey. See, daddy still hasn’t been able to feel good. How about you use your pretty fingers to fuck her? Then we’ll talk about your grades,” Natasha explained with feigned innocence.

“But mommy, I’m tired. I can’t do it.”

“Too bad, Ms. Y/N/L. Unless you want to fail, you’ll make it up to Professor Maximoff,” Natasha said with raised eyebrows and striking green eyes, showing off she was not messing around. “Or you can close your eyes for a bit, darling. I’m sure mommy and daddy can still find fun uses for your cute, slutty body while you’re asleep. You want to make us happy, don’t you? I know you’re a good girl that will do what’s right.”

“Go to sleep, princess,” Wanda muttered from behind. She pulled her fingers from your cunt and you were filled with a disappointing sense of emptiness. “Let us use you. Then you can pass the class. Everyone wins.”

You tried fighting back already wanting to please Wanda, but the heavier your eyelids grew, the more tired you got. Eventually you slumped your body against Natasha’s head laying on her lap as you let sleep overtake you. While deep in your subconscious, it was up to your professors to ease you up and onto the desk. With the hidden toys they each had in their respective offices, it would be a long day before your returned to the dorm and to Darcy, your heart no longer broken.

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yes ma’am | n. romanoff

pairing: ceo!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: rule number one in the workplace, never get on your bosses bad side.

warnings: 18+ only! minors dni! daddy kink, heavy swearing, major degradation, abuse of power, strap-on use (r receiving)

word count: 2.8k

authors note: i haven’t posted in ages so i may or may not have gone feral, but ceo!nat just really does something to me, i hope you enjoy <3

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“Y/L/N!” Your boss's voice rang through the silence of the work floor, the only sounds of fingers typing on keyboards and pens scratching along the lines of the countless forms you were assigned to fill out daily.

Your head snapped up from the current report you had been working on for the past hour, your brain foggy and an impending migraine making its way to the forefront of your brain as your eyes read over word after word of your report.

“Ooo, someone’s in trouble,” a quiet snicker emitted from your cubicle mate and now best friend, Carol. You being paired to share with her when you started only six months ago, a friendship blossoming over the agreed annoyance with your boss and the countless, unnecessary paperwork she always gave.

With a shove of her shoulder you grumbled, “Shut the fuck up, Carol.” You dropped your pen as your hand came up to rub at your temple, aggravation beginning to surface as you wondered what your boss could possibly want now. You were called into her office almost once a week, being chastised over the smallest mistake that only one who was a perfectionist would notice, and unfortunately for you, your boss was one of them.

“Better act quick, the witch is coming,” Carol whispered over to you before turning back to her paperwork, and it was then that your ears picked up on the clicking of your bosses perfectly clean heals echoed across the linoleum floor as she approached your cubicle.

You didn’t dare look up from your paperwork until the clicking of her heels stopped, and a throat cleared from behind you. You slowly peered your head up from your paperwork and turned in your chair, your eyes immediately downcast towards the floor, taking in the perfectly shined heels. “Y/LN,” a voice spoke above you, that had you slowly lifting your head to meet the piercing green eyes of your boss, the most renowned CEO of any corporate business in the tri-state area.

You gulped as you felt your bosses gaze on you, her jaw hardened and set, the look of annoyance painted all across her face. “Yes, Ms. Romanoff?” She crossed her arms across her chest, unintentionally pushing her breasts up more, not that they already weren’t bulging out of the low v-cut of her blouse enough, and you couldn’t help but spare a glance at the cleavage before turning your gaze back to your boss.

Sure, she was worse than the devil himself but the woman was hot, and well, you were very gay.

“Care to explain the excuse of a report that I found sitting on my desk this morning?”

“Ms. Romanoff, I-“

“I don’t want to hear your excuses Y/L/N, I gave you plenty of time to write that report and what you gave me was absolutely mediocre!” Her voice raised on the last few words of her tangent, and you could feel the lingering gazes of your co-workers staring at the scene that she was making. “You have two hours to write me a new report, and I expect it to be hand delivered by you before lunch.” You opened your mouth to speak, but she had turned on her heel and walked away before you could even mutter a word.

“Yes Ma’am, anything you want ma’am.” You groaned out as you rested your face in your hands, hiding yourself from the sheer embarrassment you were ultimately feeling. Carol tried her best to comfort you, but you shrugged her hand off of your shoulder and turned back around to your desk. “If it makes you feel any better, she’s a total bitch.” Your friend tried to lighten the mood but all you did was grumble in response.

“She doesn’t care about anyone but herself. She’s cruel, unsympathetic and expects me to write God’s work while being paid only minimum wage!” You ranted while you rubbed at your temple.

“Wanna go to Joe’s tonight for celebratory drinks?” Carol inquiries and you were sold at the idea of getting blackout drunk. So you begrudgingly got to typing up a new draft of the report with the lingering thought of tequila in your mind pushing you through.

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As if you couldn’t have timed it perfectly enough, you finished the report just as the clock struck the two hour mark as you were neatly putting it into the folder to give to Romanoff. You stood from your desk, folder in hand, as you prepared to enter the devil’s dungeon.

With a thumbs up from Carol for good luck, you begin the short trek from you desk to your boss’ office. You were thanking the stars when you noticed that her blinds to the office windows were drawn and she wasn’t able to see you panicking as you reached a hand up to gently knock on her door. A quiet spoken “come in” was spoken from inside and it took every ounce of courage for you to open the door and step foot into her office.

No one was just allowed inside of her office, those who did step foot into it were either being fired or they never came out, and you always wondered what happened to those who never did. You quietly took a few steps into the office, taking in the foreign place, noticing that it was simple, yet elegant, a few bookshelves were to the left, filled with books that you couldn’t even decipher the name of, a few fake plants littered the room to give it some life and sitting in the middle of the room was her desk, dark wooden with paperwork scattered all about it, and behind the desk sat the devil.

“Close the door.” She spoke sharply and you immediately obliged, reaching a hand behind you to pull the door shut. “It took you long enough. Give it here.” She demanded as she held her hand out with her perfectly manicured fingernails. You gulped again as you closed the distance between you and her desk before setting the folder in her grasp. She quickly took the folder from you and flipped it open, eyes scanning the pages as she flipped through them quickly.

You chewed the inside of your lip nervously as you watched her scan every word, on every page, letting out hums of disapprovement the further she got into the report. By the time she has finished the report and slammed it shut and placed it onto her desk, you knew you were fired. “It’s better than before, but it’s still poorly written. I’ve given you six months to prove yourself worthy to have a position in my company and you have proven nothing.”

You immediately looked down at the ground, your eyes fixating on the few scuffs on your shoes to avoid her harsh gaze. “I’m sorry, Ms. Romanoff, I’ll do better next time, I promise.”

“Apologies will get you nowhere Y/L/N,” she spoke harshly as she got up from her chair and rounded her desk to stand next to you. “It seems as if I’m going to have to teach you a lesson so this doesn’t happen again.” She whispered in your ear, and the sudden closeness of your boss has you gasping in surprise. You quickly lifted your head to look at her, but she was quick to grab a fist full of your hair and slam you down against her desk.

“You’ve done nothing but put shame to the name of the company I created,” she spoke gently as she kicked a foot between your legs to spread them apart. “You’ve failed countless times at such intern level work that sometimes I forget why you still have a job here.” She continued as she moved to stand between your patted legs, pressing her front against your ass, and you could feel the bulge of what she was packing beneath her trousers, and it took everything in you to suppress the moan you so desperately wanted to let escape.

“Maybe it’s because you’re pretty, hm?” She said as she pushed your skirt up to rest around your waist, revealing the not so work appropriate black lace thong you decided to sport that day. “Walking around with your skirt, showing off those beautiful legs I’ve thought about burying my face between multiple times before.” Her hand came against your ass cheek, and you let a cry out in pain, your hands gripping the edge of her desk. “Or the way you wear those low cut blouses leaving nothing to the imagination.” Another slap and this time, a moan escaped past your lips.

“So pathetic, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” She snickered from above you, as you felt her hand cup your heat and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against her touch, a silent beg for more. “Is this what you want? You want me to touch you whore, hmm? Fuck you right so maybe that way you can do your job properly?” She asked as she pressed her thumb roughly against your clothed clit and you couldn’t suppress the deep moan that escaped you as you nodded quickly. “Please Ms. Romanoff, I-”

You were cut off by her hand wrapping around your neck, pulling your body up flush against her own. “Don’t worry darling, daddy’s going to fuck you so good, and then maybe, she won’t fire you.” You whimpered at the nickname she had given herself. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, your underwear completely ruined and all you could think about was her hands on your body and wanting nothing more than to be fucked into oblivion.

She turned you around in her grasp quickly, before grabbing under your thighs and lifting you up on her desk, your legs immediately spreading open for her, a dark chuckle escaped her as she moved herself to fit perfectly between them. “God look at you, spread out for me like some dumb whore. Is that what you are baby? Are you daddy’s dumb whore?” You whimpered and nodded, as she looked down at you with an almost predatorial gaze. “I’m daddy’s whore, please.”

It was like you didn’t have control over the words coming out of your mouth, she had you in a trance, she had you right where she wanted you to be. The smirk that etched itself on her face was almost devilish as her fingers hooked into your underwear and slid them off your legs, revealing your glistening folds to her. Her gaze burned into you, her eyes drinking in every bit of skin they could see, the way she licked her lips as her eyes fell to your cunt had even more arousal dripping from you, and you whimpered. “Daddy, please, touch me, fuck me, please.”

You begged from below and she chuckled, as she unbuttoned her blazer and tossed it aside, before working on the button of her pants, her eyes never leaving you. “Such a needy little slut, begging to be fucked.” She spoke as she pushed her pants down, the red strap she had been packing slapping up against her stomach, and you moaned at the sight of the large, silicone toy. Your legs spread even wider as you wrapped them around her waist, pulling her flush against you as the tip of the toy nudged your clit, causing you to whimper.

“Ah ah ah, there will be none of that.” She reprimanded as she grabbed your legs from around her waist and pushed them open more, and you were unsure as to how your body was able to bend in the positions that it was. “Gonna be daddy’s good girl and take my cock, hmm?” She questioned as she slid the toy between your folds, soaking it in your juices, earning a moan from you at each nudge against your swollen and throbbing clit.

You nodded fervently, “I’m gonna be daddy’s good girl, I promise.” You whimpered as she pressed the tip against your entrance. “That’s what I thought.” She snapped her hips against yours in one swift movement, fully bottoming out inside you, your mouth fell open in a soundless moan, the sudden intrusion taking all of the breath out of your lungs. Her hands gripped your waist once she was fully inside you, barely giving you time to adjust to the intrusion before pulling her hips back and thrusting back into you once more.

A loud moan escaped you this time as the smirk etched on your face turned into a devilish grin as she began drilling the toy into you with brutal force. Whimpers and moans were the only coherent sounds you could form as the faux cock was filling you in all of the right ways, hitting every spot deep withing your walls almost perfectly.

“Look at you, so cock drunk already aren’t you slut?” She said breathlessly as she continued to pound into you, all you could form was a nod as the toy continued to be pounded inside you, a feral moan escaping you once it hit that spongy sweet spot deep within your slick walls. Natasha took note and angled her hips to hit the spot over and over again with each thrust, watching you fall apart under her touch and it was the most ethereal sight she had ever seen.

“Such a good girl, taking daddy’s cock so well.” She muttered out, her grip on your waist tightening as the toy nudged her clit with each thrust she made, the sight alone of you all fucked out on her desk was almost enough to send her over the edge, but she wanted to see you fall apart first before she allowed herself to.

“Mhm, I’m daddy’s good girl.” You spoke between moans, the coil building in your stomach, threatening to snap with each thrust of her hips, your knuckles bleeding white with how hard you were gripping the edges of the desk.

Your moans grew louder with each thrust of Natasha’s hips and she knew you were seconds away from your orgasm. “Are you going to come sweet girl? Gonna come all over daddy’s cock?” She questioned sweetly and you nodded quickly. “Please daddy, m’ gonna come, please let me come.” You begged, because you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on. Your brain was fuzzy and you were completely fucked out, every thought, every sensation was on Natasha and all you wanted to do was please her.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” she almost teased as she leaned down to press a kiss against your jaw before whispering in your ear. “Come for me,” and that’s all it took for you to reach your release. Her lips pressed against your own to silence your screams as your orgasm washed over your body, your back arched off the desk as you tried to kiss her back, but your brain wasn’t able to function as the most earth shattering orgasm ripped through you.

Her thrusts didn’t lighten as you began to come down from your orgasm, her hips stuttering slightly as her own impending orgasm was on brink of releasing. You reached a hand up and slid it through her deep red locks, pulling her gaze to meet your own. “Want you to come for me daddy,” you whispered as your grip tightened on your hair, pulling her face down to meet yours. “Let me make you feel good.” A deep moan ripped from Natasha’s throat as her hips stilled, the silicone toy buried deep within you as her own orgasm washed over her.

Her body fell limp as she collapsed on top of you, and you were quick to wrap your arms around her to comfort her as she rode out her high. Her face buried within your neck as she breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath, as your fingers continued to thread through her locks. She placed a few open mouth kisses along the base of your neck as her breath evened out, before lifting herself up to look down at you.

“Think you’ve learned your lesson yet Y/LN?” She questioned as she pulled the toy out of you, a whimper of protest leaving you at the loss of fullness, but a sharp look from her had you silenced. You nodded as you shyed away from her gaze as an answer to her question, “Yes da- I mean Ms. Romanoff.”

Her hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her as she smiled sweetly, the complete opposite of the predatorial gaze she once had. “Oh sweetheart, don’t you worry, I’ll be having you calling me daddy much more in the near future.” And with those final spoken words, she pulled her pants back up and fixed herself in the mirror before sparing one last glance in your direction before exiting her office without another word.

And it was in that moment, you knew, you were under the complete control of Natasha Romanoff.

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