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The Challenge (Part 1)

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, strap on (R receiving), oral sex (R receiving), rough sex, mommy kink, degrading, lots of profanity, rope use, spanking, orgasm denial, masturbation.

Summary: You and Natasha come home a little drunk on New Year's Eve with only sex on your mind... but unless you follows Natasha's rules, you won't be getting what you want anytime soon.

Pairing: top Natasha Romanoff x bottom sub!reader

Disclaimer! They're sober enough to give consent.

You followed Natasha into the apartment, your eyes taking in every inch of her body. You had just come back from a New Year's Eve party, the alcohol still buzzing through both of your bloodstreams, fighting away the exhaustion that should've been consuming your bodies at this very moment. She locked the door and you leant against the door frame, your foreheads inches apart. But before you could pull her in to kiss her, she walked away into the kitchen, smiling at your antics. You followed her without a second thought, watching as she reached into the cabinet for a glass of champagne. Natasha was wearing a short, tight skirt and loose blouse, her curves emphasised and her garnet red heels eye-catching against the black and white colours dominating her outfit. You slipped your arms around her waist as she poured you both a glass.

"Don't you think we've drunk enough tonight?" You murmured, pressing a kiss against her earlobe. Her hand rested on top of both of yours, squeezing hard.

"Did I give you permission to touch me?" You reluctantly pulled away from her as Natasha grinned, picking up her glass and taking a sip. "Better. It wouldn't be very good if you had to remind you of the rules again, would it?"

"I..." You began before shutting your mouth, the expression on her face burning into your skin. You pressed your fingers into your wrists, your pulse thumping against them. You were in trouble now. But you weren't complaining. She took a step towards you, still holding the glass of champagne, tilting her head to the side.

"Isn't this a shame," she said as you took a step back, "I am going to have to remind you of the rules again Y/n. And now you'll have to face the consequences." You gulped, taking another step back as she took one forward, her eyes locking with yours. You knew exactly what the consequences were, your heartbeat travelling down your body from your chest. You begged for the night to speed up, desperate for what you knew was coming. Natasha tipped the glass back, letting the rest of the champagne run down the glass into her mouth. She placed it down on the kitchen counter, taking a hold of your wrists to stop you stepping away from her again. "Rule number one. Don't touch me unless you tell you to. You have to earn it." You nodded, her grip tightening as she pulled you closer to her. "Rule two. Not a word from those lips unless it's yes mommy or your safe word. Understand?" You nodded again, her nails digging into your skin. "Do I have to remind you of rule number three?" You shook your head. "Then use your words you little whore."

"Yes mommy," you replied, her breath against your neck sending a shiver down your spine.

"Good girl," she whispered, beginning to kiss down your neck. Natasha worked her way down to the top of your dress, her tongue brushing against your cleavage. You bit down on your lip, trying not to let a single sound escape your mouth, knowing that you were breaking rule four. The more rules you broke, the more Natasha would punish you. And in that moment, you wanted your punishment much more than you wanted your reward. She pulled away from your neck, shooting you a dark look. "Did you forget rule number four Y/n?" You shook your head. Her hands slipped around your neck. "Rule three means you use your words when I ask you a question, I shouldn't have to remind you." Her thumbs pressed into your neck and you let out a gasp, before the lack of breath in your body stole your ability to make any more sound. Natasha loosened her grip when you began to choke, looking at you with amusement. "You're so pathetic Y/n." She stepped away from you, taking the second glass of champagne in her hand and taking a sip. You felt a twinge of disappointment and gave her a pout.

"I thought it was for me," you whined. Natasha walked towards you again, her hand moving to your ass, taking another sip from the glass.

"After you broke all my rules? you don't think so Y/n. You'll only let you have some. She took a sip before pulling down your bottom lip with her thumb, her lips connecting with yours and her tongue brushing against your teeth. You could hardly taste the liquid on her tongue but you swallowed all the same as her finger glided down your throat, making contact with your cleavage before she pulled away, finishing the rest of the champagne. You held onto her wrist, trying to reach for the glass before she finished it. She put the glass down, tutting. "You just don't know how to follow your rules, do you? Fine, you'll make you." Natasha patted the kitchen counter. "Up. Now." You thought about disobeying her, wanting to continue pushing the boundaries to see how far they would go. But after seeing the look on her face, you jumped onto the counter in a matter of seconds. She took your arms and wrapped them around her neck, placing her hands on your ass as you wrapped your legs around her waist, carrying you into your bedroom. She forced you onto the bed, straddling you and pinning you underneath her body. Natasha hooked her fingers onto the straps of your dress and pulled them down, letting your dress fall onto the bedroom floor. Her finger pressed against your panties and she raised her eyebrow. "God, you're already so wet," she said, "finish stripping yourself."

"Yes mommy," you said. She went over to the cupboard as you discarded yourself of your panties and unhooked your bra, throwing it away to the side. Natasha came back over to you with handcuffs and a small, pink device. You were overcome with curiosity, wondering what the device was, nearly forgetting about what she had in her other hand until the cold metal wrapped around your wrists, your skin burning from the tightness. "Mommy, this is too tight."

"That's what you get for breaking my rules slut," Natasha said, pulling you up and turning you around before roughly pushing you back onto the bed, slapping the left cheek of your ass. You let out a yell, the sting bringing tears to your eyes. You felt her hand on your mouth. "This is part of your punishment. If you let a single sound escape that pretty mouth of yours, your punishment will be even longer. Understood?" She pulled her hand away long enough for you to answer.

"Yes mommy," you said, your voice stuttering as you fought back a moan, Natasha bringing her hand down onto your right ass cheek. Her hand went over your mouth again, her speed increasing as she spanked you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your skin was sore and felt like it was ablaze yet your entire body was burning with pleasure, the seconds between each slap feeling unbearably long. Her hand pressed more harshly onto your mouth as whines and moans slipped out from your lips. She stopped spanking you as soon as the sound reached her ears. Your heart thumped against your chest when you felt her nails sink into your shoulder and you were rolled onto your back, her other hand forcing up your chin so you had no other choice but to stare into her eyes. Natasha sneered at you.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you? Are you stupid?" she snapped, "or are you just being a bitch?" Your mouth went dry, sweat trickling down your forehead as she hovered over you, waiting for an answer. "I'm letting you speak Y/n."

"I'm being a bitch," you murmured as her finger ran down in between your tits, all the way to just above where you wanted her to be. But it would be a long time before she was anywhere near your cunt and if you broke any more rules, she might not give you what you wanted tonight at all. What you begged for. What your body craved. From now on, you were going to do just as Natasha said. You were going to be her good girl. She straddled your lap.

"God, you're just asking for punishment at this point," she said, "You're such a slut. A silly, little slut that needs to be taught a lesson. Don't you agree with me Y/n?"

"Yes," you said, her hands moving down to your breasts, stopping when they reached your tits.

"Yes what?"

"Yes mommy," you said as she began to apply pressure to your nipples before pinching them, pain shooting through your tits. But you wanted her to do it over and over again. You arched your back, her fingers twisting and squeezing your nipples that were becoming more erect by the second, your pussy soaking the bed sheets. Our lips connected and we exchanged long, hungry kisses, her legs tightening around your waist. Her lips left yours, moving down your neck before taking one of your nipples in her mouth. You moaned as her mouth assaulted your nipple, her fingers continuing to play with the other. You had no idea if you were allowed to moan or not but you couldn't stop the sounds escaping your mouth even if you wanted to. Natasha pulled away, running her hands down your body.

"There's one last punishment left for you little slut," she said, pulling you onto your feet. "Kneel." You got onto your knees without hesitation, anticipation pumping through your bloodstream. You were so close to getting what you wanted. You just had to behave yourself for a little while longer. Natasha removed the handcuff around your right wrist and attached it to the bedpost. My heartbeat froze as she started to unbutton her blouse and pulled down her skirt, revealing red, lace lingerie that matched her heels. She discarded her heels and then slid down her panties, leaving her in just a bra. You could feel your mouth-watering, the floor beneath me beginning to dampen. Natasha's body was fucking stunning. And you wanted every inch of it. "Eyes up here, don't look away," she said, snapping her fingers and diverting your attention away from the rest of her body. "If you break eye contact with me, I'll tease you all night. Do I make myself clear Y/n?"

"Yes mommy," you breathed as Natasha sat on the bed, opening her legs and leaning back so you had a full view of her pussy. She placed the pink device next to her clit and you realised it was a vibrator. You burnt with envy, wishing that the device was you instead.

"See what happens when you break my rules little whore? I make myself cum without you. And you get to hear me moan and see the enjoyment in my eyes while I do." You couldn't believe how unfair she was being. How stupid you had been to break her rules. Natasha was so right. You were such a whore. A pathetic little slut. She turned on the device and you didn't break away from her eyes as she gasped, terrified that you would be punished yet again. You were so wet you could smell your cunt from nearly a metre away and you started to groan at the sound of Natasha's moans, knowing you were getting closer and closer to being the cause of the sound. Closer to hearing your name being uttered between each grunt and moan that escaped her lips. It didn't take long for her to reach her high and she removed the vibrator from in between her legs, gasping for air. Natasha got onto her knees next to you and pressed her face against your forehead, her sweat rubbing against your skin. "You didn't break eye contact once. Good girl, you deserve a reward," she mumbled into your ear, her chest still heaving. She slipped her hand down your arm to undo the handcuff around your wrist before opening her legs and leaning against the bed. "Do you want to taste your cum little slut?"

"Yes mommy," you said, running your tongue along her liquid soaked thigh before exploring her clit and in between her flaps, brushing against her entrance. Natasha took a fistful of your hair and pulled you away and kissed you, her taste on your lips. She sat on the bed, taking a hold of your hips and forced you to step towards her so her mouth was just above where you wanted her to be.

"Leg up little slut." You didn't even hesitate to follow her instructions, a smirk forming on her face at the speed of your obedience. You held your breath as she ran a finger along the tip of your cunt and you shuddered. "God, you really are a slut. Want mommy to see how wet you are for her?" You nodded, biting down on your lip as her tongue ran over your pussy. "You're soaking even though I've hardly done anything to you," Natasha said, starting to kiss the inside of your thighs.

"Please Nat," you said, "not there." You took a fistful of her firey red hair, trying to pull her to where you wanted her to be. She stopped kissing you immediately, reaching around to squeeze your ass. "I think I misheard you Y/n. Am you correct?"

"Yes mommy," you said, reminding yourself to follow her rules.

"Good," Natasha said, kissing your thigh again before nibbling your clit. You rocked against her mouth as she bit down on your clit before her tongue pushed inside of you, thrusting in and out. "Rule number five Y/n." You started moaning her name, her thumb rubbing your clit as her tongue edged you closer and closer to your orgasm. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as her speed increased, fully aware of the consequences of reaching your high before you were told to but also having no idea how you'd stop yourself, the pleasure rattling through your body.

"Mommy, I need to cum," you groaned, your thighs tensing. Natasha held your hips in place, your grip on her hair tightening as your legs quaked, threatening to collapse at any moment. She pulled away just before you reached your high and you whined.

"Not yet Y/n," she said, walking over to the other side of the room, "get on your back." You pulled yourself onto the bed, lying down and staring up at the ceiling, wondering what she was going to do next. How she was going to make you feel.

My clit ached from its denied orgasm and even though you had known she was going to tease you, you were still disappointed that she had pulled away. You hoped you hadn't broken too many of her rules and she wouldn't completely deny you of an orgasm tonight, the regret beginning to build in your stomach. Natasha straddled your lap and you felt something cool against your stomach, your eyes widening when you looked down and saw that she was wearing a strap on. She lifted your chin, smirking.

"Don't get excited yet, you're a long way away from that." It was then that you noticed she had a black, silk blindfold in her hand, the room plunging into darkness as she wrapped it around your head. You felt Natasha's finger run over your jaw and you shivered, kissing her thumb as it glided over your bottom lip, pushing into your mouth. Her other hand ran down your body, flicking your already swollen clit. You groaned. "Let's see how pretty you are being fucked by my fingers." Without warning, her fingers slipped inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot before pulling back out again. You whined, running your hands up Natasha's body, tightening your grip on her shoulders. You wanted to break her no speaking rule more than you wanted to admit but you couldn't, not when her fingers were rubbing your clit, inches away from where you needed them to be. "You want me inside of you, don't you Y/n?" she said, as if she could read your mind.

"Yes mommy," you said, a gasp escaping your mouth as her fingers curled against your sweet spot, pulling away yet again. You dug your nails into her shoulders. Please just give me what you want, I'm begging you Natasha. I’ll do anything.

you felt her mouth on your stomach, sucking your skin and leaving a mark, her fingers running through your folds, still avoiding the place you needed her to be. She stopped suddenly, her finger lingering over your clit. "Then beg," she said into your ear.

"Please mommy, let me cum over your fingers like the filthy, little slut I am, please. I'll do anything to scream your name as you fuck me until I can't walk mommy."

"Hmm, let me think about it," she said and you whined, pushing your hips up into her fingers. You would do anything for her to give in to your begging. You wanted her more than you had ever wanted anyone, knowing all too well that she could give you overwhelming pleasure and the longest orgasms you had ever experienced. She finally gave you what you wanted, her fingers plunging inside of you, curling over your sweet spot repetitively. "You can moan now slut. Let mommy hear all the pretty noises you can make." My fingers dug deeper into her skin, probably drawing blood, as Natasha continued to curl her fingers, matching the rhythm of your hips as you rocked them against her. Her other hand held the back of your neck, her mouth leaving a trail of kisses on your upper stomach as you grunted and moaned beneath her. You were so close this time, sure she would be merciful and let you ride through your high. "Do you want to cum slut?" You nodded, your chest heaving and pleasure pumping through each vein of your body. "Words Y/n."

"Yes mommy," you moaned, her pace quickening with your hips, "please mommy, I've been a good, little slut. Let me cum." Just before you expected her to give you the command to cum, her fingers stopped moving and she pulled them away. You whined as she slipped her body off of yours, denying you of an orgasm for a second time. You were about to speak before you felt her finger on your mouth.

"Shh Y/n," Natasha murmured into your ear, "I might let you cum soon but you have to do everything I say. So no talking unless it's 'yes mommy' from now on, just like I taught you."

"Yes mommy," you replied immediately. You felt her untie the blindfold covering your eyes and it fell away, Natasha discarding it onto the floor. My stomach was enveloped with butterflies as you looked up into her face, Natasha's deep, jade eyes pouring into yours. There were beads of sweat on her forehead and her hair was a mess, somehow making her look even hotter than she already was. You slipped your arms around her neck and kissed her, feeling Natasha reciprocate as she deepened the kiss. You pulled away, dizzy from the lack of oxygen before her soft, scarlet lips lingered above your mouth again, teasing you. The things you would sacrifice for the promise that these lips would always find their way to yours. Natasha grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, your mouth opening just enough so she could slip her tongue inside, her lips finally colliding with yours again. Her pace became hungry and your lips became more desperate, hers burning with lust. She pulled away from you, taking your hands and pinning them above your head.

"Look at the mirror and don't take your eyes off me," she said, blowing air onto your neck, cooling the beads of sweat on your skin for a brief second.

"Yes mommy." You turned your head to look at her reflection in the mirror, Natasha's lips sucking on the skin of your neck and you whimpered as she brushed the strap on over your entrance. You squirmed in her grip, desperate to touch her but her fingers tightened around your wrists. She tutted.

"Bad fucking girl. Don't try and touch me." She began to circle your clit with the strap on as you watched her in the mirror, kissing down your neck. You moaned as Natasha ran her strap on through your folds, trying to keep in control of yourself. You needed her inside you so badly, the anticipation killing you. You wanted to beg her, tell her to give her what you needed but you couldn't break her rules, you couldn't face the consequences. You wouldn't be able to handle any more edging, your pussy growing increasingly sensitive and sore as she continued to tease you. The friction against your clit stopped and you groaned, closing your eyes in frustration. You yelped as Natasha slapped you, gripping your face with her hand. "I told you not to take your eyes off you. Are you a brat Y/n? Do you need fucking hard to remind you to behave?" You stared up at her.

"Yes mommy," you said, gasping when you felt the tip of the strap on pushing into your entrance. You bucked up your hips to try and sink it deeper into you but Nat removed it immediately, slapping you again.

"You fucking whore," she said, "You're so desperate, it's embarrassing. Are you not embarrassed Y/n? That you want me to fuck you so bad? Do you want me to show you what you're asking for? Can you take it?" Her finger rubbed your clit.

"Yes mommy."

"Good girl," Natasha said, sinking the strap in you as you held back a scream, pain shooting through your entire body before you were overcome with pleasure. She slipped out of you before thrusting inside you again, hitting your g-spot immediately. "Look at yourself in the mirror, look at how pretty you are when I fuck you." My eyes collided with your reflection as Natasha sunk the strap even deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. Her lips went back to kissing and sucking your neck, leaving marks all over your skin. Just when you thought she couldn't go any faster, Natasha began to thrust even harder at a quickened pace, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were a moaning mess beneath her, your orgasm already building. "Tell me what you are," Nat whispered in your ear.

"I-"

"Full sentences."

"I'm-" You moaned. "Your- little- s-slut mommy. I-" You gasped, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, knowing you couldn't hold your orgasm off for long. "I'm a dirty-" You clenched around the strap, "b-bratty whore-" Mascara streaked down your face, your make up ruined by your tears, "who is d-desperate to h-have- her fuck holes p-pleasured by her- mommy." You threw back your head, tearing your eyes away from the mirror, Nat's tongue brushing over your nipple.

"Don't cum yet." You shook your head. You had to, you couldn't take it any longer. Natasha sank her teeth into your nipple, her nails digging into the skin of your wrists. "If you want to cum, beg for it."

"Please, Natasha... mommy let your little slut cum." You let out a loud moan, your mouth falling into an 'O' shape. Natasha finally nodded.

"Cum for me little slut." You screamed her name as she helped you through your high, her hands loosening around your wrists. When you began to cool down, she slipped out of you, collapsing onto the bed beside you. We both gasped for breath, your hands that were finally free intertwining with her hair. She slid her finger through your folds and brought it to her mouth to taste you. She closed her eyes.

"You taste so sweet my little slut." You rolled on top of her, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"Now it's your turn," you said, running your finger down her body but she pushed your body off her without hesitation.

"I'm not going to give in easily like you," she said, standing up and starting to dress herself. You felt a sudden confidence soar through you and you pushed yourself off the bed, sliding your hands around her neck.

"You know you want me," you said, "You can't resist me. I promise you I can have you on your knees begging for me to touch you if I want to." Natasha smirked, doing up the last two buttons of her shirt and pulling up her slacks.

"Is that a challenge Y/n?" You brushed your thumb over her bottom lip, watching her pupils dilate.

"Yes. And I'm going to win. You'll see." Nat stepped away from you, walking towards the door.

"We'll see about that. But not tonight. Go to sleep Y/n."

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