#bottom!natasha x top!reader

[sytoran]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟔 — 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

kinktober day 006 | roommate!natasha x werewolf!reader

despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast and be right by your side during your transformation. she gets a lot more than what she bargained for.

cont. reader has a cock, (very) rough sex, breeding, creampie

word count. 2063

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“Natasha, you can’t stay here during my transformation,” you plead, grasping your roommate’s hand in yours.

The brunette is adamant, looking up at you with a stubbornly steely gaze. “I’m staying, Y/N. You don’t have to do this alone anymore. You don’t have to suffer alone.”

You wring your hands in exasperation, somewhere near tearing your hair out in frustration or crying in anger. “You’re not listening to me, Nat. It’s not just the pain. I become a different being altogether, and you just can’t see me like that.”

“I can, and I will,” she stubbornly says, folding her arms over her chest and mistakably pushing her cleavage up, too.

The tips of your ears burn at seeing Natasha so utterly bratty.

You bite your tongue, refusing to argue with Natasha even more. Keeping you safe was one thing, but the real reason to steer Natasha away from you during the full moon was to keep her safe.

Because when you’re in your werewolf form, your true desires get heightened by a thousandfold, and from the way you already feel about Natasha, you’re worried it might implode when it comes to your inner beast.

As the Gods of Fate have it out for you, the full moon comes earlier than expected.

Your first agonized cry comes when Natasha’s still in the shower.

“Y/N!” Natasha calls out your name, once, haphazardly scrambling to wrap a towel around herself and sprint to the room where your cries are coming from.

The sight that greets her is absolutely horrific.

You’re bent over, on the floor of your room, on all fours and spitting out blood. Your back is bent at an inhuman angle, your spine broken.

“......Y/N?” Natasha’s voice shook, rooted to the spot in sheer terror.

You don’t respond. You’re in a state of little awareness, or so it seems, a low grunt of pain and fury escaping from you as your transformation continues. 

Natasha takes in a deep breath and steps into the room.

She wants to reach out, hold your hand, tell you that it’s going to be fine but she knows it’s not. The sounds of excruciating pain, broken bones, and surpassed limits make Natasha weep for you on the inside, knowing that you have to go through this painstaking process every month.

The transformation seems to be slowing down, now. Your human blood is splattered across the walls of your room, but your werewolf form seems to be perfectly healthy. You’re still more human than wolf, though: your muscles had thickened and were iron-hard, and you were taller than before. 

However, your wolfish eyes that survey the room are bloodshot red and absolutely inhuman.

That gaze is a chilling scene, narrowed eyes and steady puffs of air surveying the room. Your slow yet calculated mannerisms are reminiscent of your human form.

Natasha hasn’t quite yet caught your eye,  but when she does, it’s like a predator has found its prey.

Your red eyes are like lit coals and smoking silver, surveying Natasha with every ounce of authority and a near possesiveness.

“Natasha.”

Time stills, and the sound of your haunting voice reverberates around the four walls of your room.

Natasha truly can’t help but let out the tiniest whimper of fear. And perhaps a little something more.

“Y/N,” Natasha says your name again, because it seems to be the only thing capable of falling from her lips, and she swallows harshly at your predatory behaviour. She presses into the wall, one hand clutching the top of her towel, the other finding purchase in the edge of your cupboard. 

When you begin to move closer, Natasha screws her eyes shut, anticipating what was to come. Your presence looms over her, metaphorically and physically, and Natasha waits for her inevitable demise.

The ‘inevitable demise’ never happens.

Instead, Natasha’s eyes flutter open slowly to your huge hands gently wrapping around her torso, a sharp nose burying itself into the crook of her neck.

The whine she lets slip is involuntary. Your close proximity undermines her calm composure, regardless of your way, shape, or form. If that was telling of her feelings towards you, Natasha would choose to play oblivious.

You’re supposed to be scary, and Natasha’s supposed to be terrified, but with the way you’re dragging your nose up and down the column of Natasha’s slender neck, inhaling her sweet scent, she hardly considers her heart to be beating steadily.

She’s intoxicated by you, even more so with your unabashed exploration of Natasha’s neck. The redhead might be grasping at straws, but it’s almost like you’re seeking something. Something from Natasha. Comfort, perhaps?

“You’re okay,” the redhead whispers, fingers combing through your fur in comforting motions. She hears something that sounds suspiciously like a purr of satisfaction, so she repeats that motion.

Your head moves from her pale neck to her pretty collarbones and down her cleavage until your nose hits the obstruction of Natasha's towel.

A low rumble of disgruntlement sounds from somewhere deep in your chest. Natasha lets a full-body shudder take its hold of her body, under the vibrations of your low decibels.

Not comfort, then. What was it?

Almost like you could read Natasha’s inner thoughts, your werewolf form decides to say capre diem and let a huge hand slither up the inside of your roommate’s bare thigh.

Natasha squeals and swats your hand away, instinctively, then she catches herself and her eyes go wide. 

Oh. 

The fire that dances in your eyes is nothing short of a human-like mischief, playful and oh so dangerous. The incarnadine flush that adorns Natasha’s cheeks like a flower blossoming in the spring is one that your werewolf greedily soaks up, pulling her body flush against yours.

You can see the moment realization hits Natasha, the moment she realizes your desires are nothing short of sinful. 

“Want,” you enunciate slowly, stately and unyielding. Your eyes are locked onto hers, gleaming. 

Expectant. Possessive. Knowing.

The grasp of your hand on her inner thigh once again has Natasha letting out a breathy moan, one of pleasure and a startling realisation.

It wasn’t comfort. It was sex.

-----

If Natasha knew that werewolves were this fucking astronomical at sex, she would’ve introduced supernatural creatures into her bed a long time ago.

The position she’s in is nothing short of embarrassing, on all fours, grasping at the headboard like it was her lifeline. 

Perhaps it was, truthfully, because with the ferocity of the thrusts of your Herculean-sized werewolf cock into her pussy from behind was worthy of being sent to the afterlife. Not like Natasha would complain, though.

“Oh- mhmmm, n’more, s’too much,” Natasha slurs, her breasts shaking rhythmically with each time your jerk that massive thing into her, velvet walls squeezing tight around your pulsing cock. Her eyes are threatening to roll back, drool already spilling from the sides of her lips, arousal already leaking from her thighs and on to the bed.

You don’t seem to give a damn about the messiness of it, though, and that could perhaps be linked to the scientific nature of more barbaric animals. But Natasha could ponder over animal studies at a later point in time, for now she was being treated like a fuckdoll, and it was midblowingly gratifying.

“All– the way,” you grunt, trying to shove the entirety of your huge cock into Natasha’s pussy, clearly displeased by the fact that you were struggling to be sealed inside the redhead completely and inescapably. 

It shouldn’t have been a problem because she was already so wet, so pliant, so perfect for the taking. You’d make do with what you had, though.

“It’s too big,” Natasha had whined earlier, gasping as your tip stretched her opening out, the biggest thing she’d ever taken in her life. Her grasp on the headboard tightened as you slid in with a cruel impatience, big hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass.

“I’ll… make it fit,” you reply, somewhat slowly, your speech clearly deterred by your transformation into part-animal. The results of it are undeniably effective, nonetheless, the cockiness of your brash words making arousal pool in Natasha’s hips.

You’ve reached a sweet spot of Natasha’s, and her walls clench around your big cock tightly, mewling as you push its head against her sponginess. 

“Right there, please, please, plea-” Natasha is cut off by one of her own moans when you jerk inside her, spurred on by the sheer tightness she’s providing you. 

When you lean down to entrap Natasha in a breeding press, your bigger body engulfing her smaller one, slick and sweat converging in an unholy sacrament, it’s all over for her.

Going weak in the knees, Natasha moans as her arms give out and her front flops into the bed. The results of this lie in the fact that her back becomes beautifully arched, her ass rising towards the ceiling; your wolfish eyes drink the sight in with a lick of your lips, cock twitching at the prospect of all the new angles you’d be able to reach.

An animalistic prowess takes mighty hold over your sentience, triggering a feral craze to wash over your werewolf form, and it takes mere seconds before you ram your cock back inside Natasha’s wrecked cunt with undying fervour.

The warbled sounds the girl lets out beneath goes unheard, muffled by the pillow, but the sheer slickness of her pretty pussy gives a certain confirmation that she was enjoying it as much as you did. 

Not that your werewolf would care much, anyways: What it was chasing was pleasure, seeking relief in the completely sexual sense, a carnal desire to take and to breed and to claim. 

You push yourself in hilt-deep inside Natasha, fully lodged in, skin against skin.

Instinctively, your hands fly to Natasha’s belly. You can feel your cock bulge there, spreading her out, filling her up.

The next series of your thrusts cause Natasha to make noises she’s never made before, her body moving like clay under your touch. 

You pull out and make her sob, then thrust all the way back in with an unbridled strength that leaves Natasha breathless. Then again, and again, until she cums helplessly around your cock, pulsing and throbbing and alight with nerves.

This is not the side of you Natasha’s grown to know and love. There are no gentle smiles, no soft hugs and whispered words of admiration. It’s completely animalistic, entirely pleasure-chasing, undeniably one-sided.

You’re thrusting into her like she’s your personal fuckdoll, bringing her to high after high, but you don’t even seem to register that fact. You’re using her for your pleasure, and it should be wrong, but…

“More! More, please, please, need another,” Natasha sobs into the pillow, every fibre of her body screaming at her to stop but her brain unable to put it into action. She hardly registers what she’s saying, only begging pathetically and dripping endlessly.

“Inside,” you growl, right next to her ear, sharp teeth grazing her earlobe. Natasha babbles her acknowledgement, even more turned on at the prospect of being filled, fuck it, and the orgasm that crashes over the both of you is heaven-like.

Natasha’s scream of your name reverberates for miles to come.

With that, you’re cumming, finally, and the seed that spills out from you is endless. Natasha drools into the pillow as you unload your cum inside her, gripping fistfuls of her ass pressed flush against your hips. 

“Mine,” you hear yourself say. The helplessly, pathetically aroused tone of your voice nearly makes Natasha weep again — she’s rendered a damn werewolf near speechless.

Streams of white fluid spray onto Natasha’s back once you’re done with her cunt. You manhandle her around to face the front, to find her pretty eyes rolled to the back of her head, drool coating her lips.

Your werewolf heaves as you watch as your seed overflows from her pretty pussy and on to her thick thighs. A perfect creampie.

Your werewolf, however, has different plans, feeling your cock stiffen again at the sight of her ruined pussy. 

-----

The next morning, you wake up with a throbbing feeling between your legs.

Shit. Was it my transformation?

You leap out of bed, yanking the covers off—

To reveal a very naked Natasha Romanoff, your best friend and your roommate.

She awakes with a start, blinking at the light, and then wincing as if her body was aching all over.

“.......Nat?” you ask hesitantly, eyes trailing over her marked thighs and tits. “What happened last night?”

“Okay. Don’t panic, but you’re fathering my children.”

finally catching up on fics!! i did spend significantly longer on this fic, so it would be highly appreciated if you could reblog

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[wandasfifthwife]

masterlist | I got a bad idea series

southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader

summary: you’re visiting your grandparents’ farm because they wished for everyone to come together again after five years. your grandma decides to invite others like their neighbors—an older married couple who’s been a family friend for years—to their big get together as well. the morning after the event you find yourself waking up in their bed with no memory of the day before.

tw: married!wandanat, age gap (w&n are 30, r is 23), small hurt/comfort, r gets injured (minor), there will be smut MDNI (w&n top, r bottom), alcohol consumption mentioned (by r, w, and n), no description on reader besides that r uses she/her pronouns and has a v&breasts, r falls first but they fall HARDER, poly relationship, light angst with happy ending!!

a/n: each individual chapter will have its own trigger warnings. If you would like to be on the taglist, comment :)

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* = suggestive content

*** = smut 18+ MDNI

main story | completed

(1) a classic get-together

(2) the curse of living in a small town

(3) take me dancing *

(4) sweet thing

(5) a bad decision ***

(6) said that we were done but you’re all up on me *****

(7) please, let me stay *

random snippets

family dinner *

early mornings ***

random

this series’s playlist *

series’ mood board

[marvelobsessed134]

Need help

Stepmom!Natasha x Innocent!fem!Reader

Warnings: mommy kink, oral, fingering, sub!reader, dom!natasha, step-cest, very short.

Summary: You ask mommy for help with something

“Mommy?” You spoke shyly as you walked into the living room. You’ve grown accustomed to calling your stepmom mommy. She insisted you call her that since day one. You just didn’t know it was for ulterior motives.

Natasha paused the tv and turned to see you walk towards her and sit on the couch facing her. “What is it detka?” The nickname gave you butterflies and that icky feeling between your legs worse.

“Um, there’s this icky feeling between my legs and I don’t know what to do.” Natasha pouted in sympathy. “Aww poor baby. Mommy knows how to help you. But you have to trust me.”

“I trust you, mommy.” Her eyes darkened noticeably.

“Lay back babygirl.” You obeyed, laying back on the couch. She began to unbutton your jeans, pulling them down along with your panties. She then spread your legs.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart.” The redhead licked her lips before slowly starting to eat you out. “Oh!” You gasped in surprise, relishing in the new feeling.

“See baby? Doesn’t that feel good?” She cooed.

“Yes, mommy. Feels so good.” She stopped eating you out for a bit before sticking two of her slender fingers into your tight core. You moaned and gripped the pillow behind you tightly as she fucked you.

“Good girl, taking me so well.” You felt an overwhelming feeling that both felt good and overstimulating.

“Mommy- too much, can’t-“

“Shh…it’s ok detka. Just take it, you’ll feel so good.”

You screamed out your orgasm, cumming all over Natasha’s fingers.

She pulled them out and sucked off your arousal. “Mmm taste so good baby. We’ll need to do this again.”

[cinnabunwanda]

Magic fingers ✰ Natasha Ramnoff ⌇DRABBLES

content warning — smut, teasing, Dom!nat, sub!reader

pairing — fem reader x Natasha Ramnoff

summary — In the kitchen, you cook chocolate brownies with your girlfriend Natasha, who teases you and warns you not to get too close before she gets something off you.

word count — 0.3k

you were in the kitchen cooking one of your favourites. chocolate brownies. no one was at the avengers compound today so you decided to roam around in one of your girlfriends tops and your panties.

'a little bit more milk, should do it' you softly spoke to yourself.

it wasn't long until you heard the door to the compound open.

'who is it?' you yell out.

'who do you think it is?'

you hear the voice of your long term girlfriend Natasha. she walks into the kitchen. the smell of brownies drew her in. she walked uptown you and gave you a hug from behind, wrapping her arms around you. she spun you around so you were face to face. she leaned into give you a kiss.

'I missed you' a smile runs across your face.

'I miss you too'

'what are you making here?' she questioned as she walked over to the bench.

you jump up excitedly.

'brownies!'

'I made them just for you. I just have to put them in the oven first'

she giggles. she pulls me towards her. her lips touching mine. they were soft like clouds. I felt her hands move down my back, she put one hand on my ass and squeezed it. a small moan escaped my lips. her touch making me drip.

I felt her hand reach around to the front of my body. her fingers reaching down into my panties. her index finger tracing my clit. god she knew how to tease me.

'stop teasing me and put them in'

she pushed a finger in my dripping cunt. fuck it felt good. she started moving her finger in and out. she adds two more fingers. moans escape my lips.

'omg natty i'm going to-'

she stops and pulls them out. I look at her with a confused look.

'you don't get to cum before I get something off you'

[gaywalker80085]

Flat pt 3

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Genre: smut 18+, angst, fluff

Summary: You think this relationship could actually go somewhere. What happens when Natasha finds out the full truth of what you do for work and what it entails

Warnings: top!reader, bottom!Natasha, angry/make-up sex, Strap-on (r giving), oral (r giving), drinking, guns, and arguing (don't worry Alana is not affected I made it so she's away during the conflict.)

A/N: Hey sorry it took so long for this to be put out I just wasn't in the mood to write whenever I had time. Unless there are requests put in this is the end of the Flat series. I hope y'all like it I know part 2 was kinda dry but I needed it to get from part 1 to here without any big plot holes (hopefully no big plot holes at least). But I hope you like it. Also not proof read because who has the time.

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Side part

Your week taking Alana to school had gone without a hitch. You were twice as careful to not be late and y'all had fun over the week. She went to her dad's on Friday to go on a week-long vacation with him.

It's now Sunday, you and Natasha are going on a date to a nice restaurant that you happen to own but she doesn't know that. You both decided to dress up for the fun of it.

The date is at 7 and it's currently 4 and you're panicking but luckily Wanda has come over to help you. "You're taking her to a restaurant you own. Damn, that's cheap." She says to you and you roll your eyes before looking at her. "Oh shut up, she chose it I just got lucky. Plus at least I know I like the food."

"Well, what are you going to wear? You only have a little under 3 hours you know." She tells you and you whip your head towards her and start pacing "I don't even know. What if I wear something and she thinks it's absolutely atrocious." You say starting to get even more worried.

In the midst of your panic, you didn't notice Wanda getting up until she places her hands on both of your shoulders. "Y/N it's fine I will help you. What color is she wearing, do you know?" You nod your head before telling her. "Red," Wanda smirks at you and turns to start fishing through your closet.

She emerges with a black button-up with red on the inside, black pants, and dress shoes. "She will definitely like this one. Why haven't you worn this before?" She asks you. "Uh, I didn't know I owned that." You say genuinely clueless to how that got into your closet.

"Well besides that start putting it on." She says walking over to where you keep your accessories and jewelry. You got dressed and as you were putting your shoes on she came over with a silver chain and a few rings. You put them on and stand up.

"Okay, so you're dressed. What about that rat's nest head of hair you've got going on?" She says with a raised eyebrow pointing at your head. "What do you mean rats nest I don't even have any knots. You're just a hater." You say going to get your product.

You spray your head (I have hair milk but you can pretend to apply whatever you like) and move your hair around to your liking before turning back to Wanda. "So?" You ask. "Good but let me see." She says pushing your hair around a little bit. "Okay better." She says and you turn back to look into the mirror. "It looks the same." "Yeah but better because I touched it." She says and you roll your eyes.

You spray yourself with cologne and head out the door leaving Wanda in your house to leave when she pleases. You decide to drive your dodge charger today because why not. On your way to Natashas, you don't forget to grab flowers obviously.

You pull up and walk up to Natasha's door. You feel nervous even though you've been on multiple dates before and you literally stayed at her house for a week. She just has that effect. You raise your hand to knock on the door and it swings open.

Natasha is wearing black heels and a red dress that stops just above her knees and also has a low neckline. You seem to be appreciated that low neckline for a little too long because Natasha reaches her hand out under your chin to lift your head up. You see her smirking and muster out a quiet "Hi baby."

You stand there for another few seconds before pulling yourself together. You stand up straighter and extend your arm to hand her the flowers. She takes them before turning around and walking inside with you close behind her. "You have to stop bringing me flowers I have too many." She says as she puts them into a vase that already has some.

"What do you want me to buy you instead then?" You ask her as she rounds the kitchen island towards you and wraps her arms around your neck. "Mmmm, I don't know you don't have to buy me anything you already refuse to let me pay when we go out." You place your hands on her waist pulling her even closer to you.

"Yeah but I like buying you things." You say trying to put on a pout even though yours will never be as good as hers. She brings one of her hands to the side of your face pulling you down towards her lips before just barely touching them together. Right, when you start to close the gap she pulls away and pats your chest. "Let's go we can't miss our reservation."

She turns towards the door grabbing her jacket on the way out and you jog a little to catch up with her. Once you do you grab her hand leading her towards your car. Once you get there you open her door as per usual. "Always such a gentleman." She says and you smile looking away to hide the redness creeping up your face.

You get in the car with Natasha control the music and start driving. You get to your restaurant and walk-in holding Natasha's hand. The second the hostess sees you she waves you over and takes yall to a private room.

After she leaves Natasha looks at you "You didn't have to get a private room you spend too much money on me." Before you can respond the waiter comes in "Oh hey Ms. Y/L/N what can I get you." Natasha looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Vodka and juice." You say "I'll have an orange crush." Natasha says sending him a smile.

"Oh yeah, I actually needed to ask you about some time off." He says and your breath catches. Before you could pass as being a regular but now there really is no other explanation than you being the boss. "When and why?" You say as calmly as you can muster. "August 10th through the 18th for a family vacation." He says noticing he shouldn't have brought this up now. "If you can find someone to cover you then yes." You say and He smiles before walking away.

You all of a sudden feel Natasha kick you in the leg. "Why didn't you tell me you owned a restaurant? More importantly, the one we're eating at." She says glaring at you. "Uh, I don't know I didn't think it was very interesting." You say not meeting her eyes. She can tell that's not all but she doesn't push it for now.

You both order and receive your meals. You both talk the whole time about random subjects laughing. "So when are we going back to my house?" She asks you running her foot up your leg. "Whenever you want." You say with a smirk.

Just as you're about to stand up Bucky comes busting in the door. "They're here." He says before looking over to give Natasha a small wave. You throw your head back groaning "You're fucking joking." You say reaching for Natasha's hand. "Who's here?" She says scrunching her eyebrows, placing her hand in yours.

"Some.. unpleasant business associates." You tell her. You help her put her jacket on before grabbing her waist and giving her a quick kiss. "Can I have Bucky take you home and I'll meet you there after I'm done with this?" You ask her. She looks a little upset but nods. "Take her through the back. You don't let them see her." You tell Bucky sternly. "I know I know." He says throwing his hands up before grabbing Natasha's.

You end up having to fight Zemo and his crew along with some help from your men. The few left of them by the end started to run and you busted out the door after them. The only problem though was one of them waited for you to do that and shot you in the side near your hip.

Bucky came out after hearing the shot and saw you bleeding. He shot the guy running away before coming to your side. "Damn that looks like it hurts." He says with a smile. You give him a sarcastic smile before hitting him upside the head "Yeah you think." You say before starting to walk to your car.

You couldn't decide whether to go to your house or Natashas. You tried to tend to the wounds in your car. You try to stop the bleeding from your side and clean up some cuts on your face but you couldn't really tell if you did a sufficient job. Once you pull up to Natashas and hobble up to the door you find it unlocked. Your stomach is in your throat hoping she left it unlocked for you and it's not unlocked for other reasons.

When you walk in she's standing there glaring at you and you feel even more scared than before. "Hi, baby." You say trying to smile at her and make your hand on your hip look as natural as possible. "Don't 'baby' me what was that." She asks you stepping closer and you look at the ground. "Oh, it's fine just some people I don't get along with no big deal." Natasha doesn't respond so you look up at her. The second she sees the cuts on your face she walks all the way to you gently cradling it.

"What happened to your face? Come." She says grabbing your hand that was on your side. "You should see the other guy." You say. She leads you to the bathroom connected to her bedroom and makes you sit on the toilet. Sitting though doesn't seem to agree with your bullet wound and you try not to groan too loud at the pain.

Natasha grabs her first aid kit out from under her sink and that's when she notices the blood all over her hand. She holds her hand up putting the other on her hip "Where did this come from?" She asks and you stand up holding your breath to try and ease the pain. You walk up to her putting one of your hands on her face. "I'm fine baby really I can take care of this myself." You try to tell her. "Yeah no I'm not good with that now where did it come from?" She says again pushing you back towards the toilet.

You don't sit down and instead pull your shirt up to show her the wound. "YOU WERE TRYING TO HIDE A BULLET WOUND FROM ME?!" She yells at you. "It's just a flesh wound I'm fine." You say reaching for the first aid kit. "It's literally going through you. Turn." She says and you turn as told. "Lucky you, there's an exit hole. Now sit." She demands you.

"Aren't I usually the one telling you what you do after dates?" You say reaching for her waist and pulling her towards you. "Shut up." Is all she says before she looks away trying to hide her cheeks flushing. You reach up and bring her face down to yours. You softly kiss her rubbing her cheek with your thumb.

"Stop it I have to clean you up before you get an infection." She says trying to be as serious as possible. She starts softly cleaning and bandaging the wounds on your face. You stare at her the whole time thinking about how beautiful she looks when she concentrates. "Take a picture it'll last longer." She says trying to hide a smile."

Once she finishes your face she gets on her knees between your legs. Now you really can't stop staring and thinking about what's in your pants and how much you want to use it right about now. She unbuttons your shirt so she can get a better look. You bend down to try and kiss her but she pushes you away by your shoulder. "I'm still mad at you." She tells you with a hardened stare.

"I'm sorry I don't know what else you want me to say." You tell her reaching out to cup her cheek. "Nothing right now. Once I finish this you're going to bed." She tells you. "What why can't we deal with it right now?" You ask her. Instead of responding she starts putting a few stitches in the entry wound.

"OW. YOU COULDN'T HAVE WARNED ME?!" You exclaim gritting your teeth. She doesn't respond just pushing you so she can do the back. Once she's done she stands to start cleaning up and you come behind her wrapping your arms around her waist and placing your chin on her shoulder.

She straightens up crossing her arms and glaring at you through the mirror. "I'm sorry baby." You tell her softly. "Seems like that's the only thing you know how to say right now." She says before continuing to clean. "I don't know what else you want me to say. Tell me I'll say whatever you want."

When she's done picking up she turns to you and jabs her finger into your chest. "Why don't you 'say' how some 'unpleasant associates' showing up turns into you getting shot. Why don't you 'say' what you really do for work. Like really I have no idea what you do and we've been going out for months." She exclaims pushing you out of the way with her finger so she can leave the room.

"My job doesn't really have a title I just do what I do." You say and she turns to you throwing her hands in the air. "THEN WHAT DO YOU DO?" She says taking her dress off and you have to remind yourself now is not the time. "I have people that work for me and I own a lot of the city in some way. But sometimes people want some of my power in some way or some of my properties. People sometimes steal from me and I just deal with that. It's fine." You say and she turns to you in disbelief "You're a FUCKING CRIME BOSS?" She yells at you.

"Well, I wouldn't say that."

"THEN WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?"

"Well uh, maybe an entrepreneur."

"YOU KNEW HOW DANGEROUS YOUR JOB WAS AND YOU STILL CAME AROUND ME AND MY DAUGHTER?" She says walking till she's right in your face.

"Woah that's too far. You know I would never do anything that could put you or Allana in harm's way." You say starting to get angry that she would ever accuse you of such a thing.

"DO I KNOW THAT, BECAUSE I'M STARTING TO FEEL LIKE I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING?" She says and you try to reach out for her but she pulls away hurting you more than you'd like to admit.

"First off you need to stop yelling. Second of course I would never put you in danger." You tell her to try and keep cool. "I WILL STOP YELLING WHEN YOU STOP LYING." She says walking past you, shoulder checking you in the process. "Natasha I never lied to you." You tell her following her into the bathroom.

She doesn't respond and instead starts brushing her teeth. You throw your hands in the air shaking your head and decide to get ready for bed. You take your clothes off until you're left in your boxers. You walk back to the bathroom to find her putting her toothbrush away so you start brushing your teeth.

You come out of the bathroom and she's standing there waiting for you. "You didn't lie but you left things out on purpose and that's just as bad." She says with her arms crossed. You walk until you're a foot apart and try to reach out for her but she pulls away again. "I'm sorry, I am it didn't even cross my mind at first, and then once it did I wanted to establish us a little more before I told you."

She turns around and starts to walk out of the bedroom. "Natasha." That is all you say before you start to follow after her. "Natasha, can you stop and just talk to me please." She stops dead in her tracks and turns to you with tears streaming down her face looking even angrier than before. "Can you just get out of my house please?"

You suddenly feel the full weight of the argument including the lump forming in your throat. A small "What?" Is all you can muster. She sternly says "Get out." Starting to push you towards the door. "Natasha please."

"Get out, get out, get out."

"Natasha."

"Get out, get out."

She just keeps saying it sobbing and the closer you get to the door the harder it is to keep the tears in. Once you're probably 10 feet from the door the tears come. She pauses for a second at the sight of your tears. You have a certain dad vibe that makes it extra sad to see you cry and she has to resist the urge to pull you towards her and rub your back.

You realize she probably won't change her mind about you leaving and if you stay you probably won't get much done considering all of the emotions. You drop your head and start walking to your car. Natasha watches you partially hoping you turn back around.

A few days pass and you haven't heard anything from Natasha but you also haven't contacted her. You have however picked up your phone around 100 times typing up messages you contemplate sending. You've obviously been in a slump barely keeping yourself alive without the help of Bucky. You're sitting there still sulking to yourself when your phone goes off. You grab it and your heart stops when you read who it's from. Natasha. "Come over at 6."

You immediately shoot up from your desk rushing to your house. You dress in a simple black short-sleeved shirt with black cargo pants that have a chain on the side. You stop to grab her a teddy bear on the way there not knowing what to get besides flowers.

When you arrive you knock softly on the door, the door opens and your head is hung low scared to face her. When she doesn't speak you look up "Hi baby." You say and she doesn't say anything turning around and walking away but leaving the door open.

"Uh, I got you this." You say walking up to her when she stops. You use the moment to take in her appearance. She's wearing your sweatshirt and some lounge shorts that you can barely tell are there. She reaches out and takes it looking at it instead of you. She wraps her arms around it and steps forwards pushing herself into you for you to hold her. "Why did you come?" She asks you catching you off guard. "Because you asked me to." You tell her confused and she's silent before pulling back to look at you.

"Why didn't you text me?" She asks you. "I didn't know if you'd want to hear from me." You tell her softly and she looks down, eyes brimming with tears. "You should've texted me anyways." She tells you furrowing her eyebrows and trying to keep the tears in. "I'm sorry baby." Is all you can think to say. "I know who you are. Fully." She says backing up.

"Baby." "No, why didn't you tell me. The true reason." She asks you. You hang your head low because you know the answer and you know she knows. "I've done things okay, and I do things but I'm not a bad person." You try to explain "I didn't ask for excuses about why I asked why." She says jabbing your chest with her finger. "Because I hurt people." You say still not looking at her. "Do you even care about me and my daughter or were you going to kill us too if I broke up with you."

"What, Natasha no I would never hurt either of you." You try to plead meeting her eyes and reaching out for her, grabbing her hand. "Well, how do I know that since I apparently know nothing about you." "Baby you have to believe me-" "No I don't because I don't trust you anymore. I don't know why I did I know better than that" She says pushing her finger into your chest harder. "I wanted to tell you I swear I was just scared, and those people are all criminals who have done far worse than me."

"The bottom line is you're violent. You've brought your violence and the people associated with it into my home, around my daughter." She says looking into your eyes like she wants you to drop dead, tears starting to stream down her face. "But that doesn't matter to you does it because you don't care." "No, baby-"

"WHY DO YOU STICK AROUND IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME." "Natasha what I-." "AM I JUST TOO GOOD OF A HOOKUP TO PASS ON?" "Natasha" "IS THAT WHAT I AM TO YOU?" "NATASHA" At that she bursts into harder tears and throws herself into you.

You immediately wrap your arms around her holding her tight. "I just wanted you to care about me." That is all she says before pulling away and you don't know what to do. "Natasha I do care about you." "Really it doesn't seem like it." That is all she says still walking away.

"Yeah, I do I don't understand how that's so hard to grasp."

"Maybe because you've been indirectly lying to me about being a murderer for months and that's not really what people that care do."

"I did that because I was scared of losing you and I'm not just some serial killer it comes with the job," You say sternly.

"What about my daughter?"

"What?"

"WHAT ABOUT MY DAUGHTER? YOU JUST PUT HER IN HARMS WAY. YOU KNOW I'M A MOM RIGHT. YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THIS AFFECTS HER TOO. IF YOU CARED ABOUT HER OR ME YOU WOULD'VE AT LEAST TOLD ME FOR HER."

"I DO CARE. OF COURSE, I CARE I LOVE HER, I LOVE YOU. IF I WAS AN ACTUAL DANGER I WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN INVOLVED WITH YOU BUT IT'S NOT I HAVE IT UNDER CONTROL."

Natasha just stands in front of you before rushing at you and pulling you into a searing kiss. You wrap your arms as tightly around her as you can. She starts to untuck your shirt from your pants but you quickly grab her wrists "Natasha I don't know you're really upset right now." She brings her hands to your face holding your face just over hers. "Do you want me?" She asks her eyes boring into yours. "Natasha." You say trying to hold your resolve. "Do you." She says not breaking eye contact. You nod and whisper "Always."

She moves to leave open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. She gets your shirt untucked and touches your stomach with her cold hand making the muscles beneath it twitch. Noticing you're still holding back she grips your jaw pulling you to face her. "Fuck me. Now." She demands you and you can't help crashing your lips against hers.

You quickly wrap your hands under her thighs and lift her not patient enough to wait for her to jump. Your tongues fight for dominance with you coming out on top. You walk to her bedroom pushing her against the door. She drags her nails through your hair and down your neck.

You wrap your hand around her throat pushing her harder against the door. She lets out a moan followed by a whine trying to push her head forwards to continue kissing you. You move to her neck to leave open-mouth kisses along with it. "Mark me." She says making you falter. She takes the opportunity to grab you by the jaw and pulls you to look into your eyes. "And fuck me like you mean it while you're at it." She says rolling her hips and your self-control is completely broken.

You move quickly and start leaving dark marks along her throat, chest, and shoulders. She rolls her hips against you when she feels your piece. She starts grinding down hard searching for the friction she desires. You pull away from the door and start walking towards the bed.

You throw her down on the bed before you crawl up to her and place one of your knees between her legs pushing it into her core. She lets out a moan quickly starting to grind down. The second your head is level with hers she grabs your head to pull you back down into a heated kiss. Despite being caught in the moment you still know in the back of your mind that Natasha has every right to hate you and to tell you to get out right now so you decide teasing her isn't worth it.

You move to start kissing her neck again but after the first kiss, she's already impatient. "Y/N." "Yes, baby?" you ask snaking your hands up the inside of her sweatshirt as she squirmed trying to get away from your cold hands. "Please." She begs and you waste no time getting to work.

Later in the night you Natasha has fallen asleep but you can't seem to follow. You were deflecting earlier you really did put them into harms way and you can't stop from hating yourself for it. You can't decide if you could ever truly keep them safe from who you are. The monster you are.

You decide it's best for them to be kept as far away from the danger as possible. As far away from you as possible.

You quietly gather your things before writing Natasha a note and placing it on the nightstand. You lean down to give Natasha a kiss for the last time and kiss her on the forehead.

"I'm sorry." Is all you whisper before turning to walk out the door.

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[darkkryptonian]

Summary: Nat and Reader are childhood best friends. The reader likes Nat, Nat likes the reader, and they get into a relationship. Nat is way too innocent and the reader is ready to corrupt her.

A/N: No, you are not allowed either. Orgasm control, and stuff. So, get into it at your own risk.

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Natasha couldn't figure you out. You have been best friends since you were practically toddlers. 

Yet ever since you decided to go to the same university, there was a change in you.

You were the biggest tease. You had a way with your words that somehow made girls fall in bed with you. She has seen you doing stuff with girls that her innocent mind couldn't fathom and yet every time you possessively kept a hand on her waist whenever someone flirted with her, all she wanted to do was melt in your arms.

She was feeling exactly that right now. You had an arm possessively wrapped around her mid as you had pulled her on your lap mid-conversation. She knew it was because of the slight touch you had witnessed between her and the boy you didn't bother knowing the name of.

She shrieked a bit when you slightly picked her up to take her place and pulled her onto your lap immediately. You were her best friend, so after the initial surprise, she put her arms around your neck. You wanted to let the boy, who was now looking at the both of you with interest in his eyes know you were the only one who got to touch her. 

So, when you let your hand wander inside her top to caress her belly, she leaned closer into your touch and purred a little. She could see that the noise caused you to strengthen your grip on her and she took a deep shuddering breath.

“Natty?”

You asked with curiosity, and she looked up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers. You had a genuine look in your eyes, but she remembered all those girls you used to take to your room, and pulled away.

“I am not one of your toys.”

She said, shuddering and pulling away. You pulled her closer and whispered in her ear.

“Is that who you think you are to me?”

You said as you held her close. She looked into your eyes again, trying to find any signs of malice. But, all she could see was a genuine adoration.

“I am not ready.”

She replied and you took a deep breath, pulling your hand away from her skin.

“I know. I just want you to know that I am here and I am yours whenever you are. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“What about those other…”

“No one matters, but you.”

You said genuinely and all she could do was gravitate towards you as she hugged you tightly. You held her back just as tighter. You looked around and saw that a lot of people in the class were looking at you.

You softly pulled her into one more hug, before placing her gently beside you. For the remainder of the lecture, both your hands were entwined. 

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You always thought that you hadn't wooed Natasha enough before asking her to be your girlfriend. So, you tried to compensate for that by being extremely over the top. You gave her flowers every day, you took her out on insanely planned dates, and you made sure she knew how special she was every day.

So, when Natasha told you she was ready for your first kiss, you wanted it to be just as special. You picked her up from her place and drove her to this beautiful spot that overlooked the entire city. It was nothing too fancy. You set up a small picnic in your pickup and had a takeout. 

You both remembered the good, the bad, and the embarrassment from your childhood and by the end of the night, both of you had the biggest smiles on your face.

Natasha was now in your arms, covered by a blanket looking out to the city.

“Why did you sleep with all those girls?”

She asked you and held you closer when she felt you pulling away.

“I was… scared.”

“Scared?”

“I thought that I could never have you. I also didn't want to spoil your innocence. You are the best Natty, and you are my best friend. I was afraid that if we tried dating and it didn't work out, I would lose you.”

She moved in your arms to look at you. Your eyes were glistening.

“Hey, you are never going to lose me. Maybe, I'll be petty, and won't talk to you for a few days if we ever break up.”

She felt your grip tighten on her as she said that.

“But, I will always come back. Who else is supposed to make me the best Pasta salad in the entire world?”

You chuckled and looked at her.

“I will always make you Pasta salad.”

You both were now smiling ear to ear and she finally leaned in. You closed the remaining distance and placed your lips on hers. It started with a small peck and she pulled away, red and embarrassed.

“Can we do another?”

She asked and you replied with a nod as you finally took the lead and pulled her closer by her chin and swiped your tongue across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and you finally started exploring more.

You both pulled away when you ran out of breath and you pulled her onto your lap.

“That was amazing. Can we do one more?”

She asked and you finally let yourself get a bit carried off as you held her neck and pulled her closer to properly make out with her. You softly pulled the small hair on the nape of her neck, which made her moan and you were happy that everything you did had a positive response.

When she pulled away this time there was a darkness in her eyes. You could see her nipples now showing from her top and her legs were clenching to find some friction.

“Do you touch yourself?”

You asked her and she blushed furiously, shaking her head in a no.

“Is that a lie?”

“I… I sometimes let the shower head linger between my legs.”

“And why is that?”

“It makes me feel good. Especially after seeing you with one of those girls.”

“So, let me get this right, you were masturbating, thinking about the things I was doing to those girls?”

She was not looking at you now and you pulled her chin to make her look into your eyes.

“My sweet, innocent girl. I am going to corrupt you, baby.”

You admitted and she gulped before nodding.

“Anything you want.”

“Good girl.”

That praise shot a wave of pain and pleasure right to her core and she whined.

“You need to stop those noises, Princess. Otherwise, I will have to take you right here, right now.”

That caused a shudder and she pulled you closer.

“I heard…”

She started but stopped.

“What is it, Princess?”

You knew what you were doing, and you were enjoying the reactions she had to everything you said.

“I heard Wanda call you Daddy… In the class.”

You remembered that quite well. You had fingered her while conversing with Natasha. You might have been a bit too harsh and she had asked you to, please stop, Daddy, as you had kept going even after she had four orgasms.

“Yes, she did.”

You replied casually.

“Why is that?”

“Well, I can be a bit demanding, and dominating while fucking. That can make people call me Daddy.”

“Can I?”

You smirked and repositioned her on your lap so that she was straddling you.

“You can call me whatever you want and yes, I will love it if you call me Daddy.”

She leaned in closer to kiss you once more.

“I love you, Daddy.”

You growled a bit at that and placed a firm hand on her waist to pull her close. You could feel her trying to grind on your lap, chasing a release.

“I love you too, Princess.”

She was trying to find friction when you stopped her.

“You are not ready for that yet.”

You said firmly and she stopped right away.

“But it feels…”

She stopped mid-sentence.

“What?”

“Wet, and icky.”

“I have some wipes in the truck, go get them.”

You commanded and she hopped off to get to the driver's side. She found wipes in the dash and brought them to you.

“Clean up.”

You said and she leaned against your chest, opening her legs a bit. You gave her one of the wipes and looked at her intently as she slightly pulled up her dress and her hand disappeared.

She hissed at the cold sensation of the wipe against her pussy, but she also felt extremely turned on at the thought of you looking at her as she touched herself.

“Stop. That's enough.”

You said as you realized she was trying to pleasure herself. She whined loudly.

“But, Daddy…”

“No. You are not ready yet. Come on, I'll drop you home.”

She looked at you to see if there was any crack in your voice. But, you were firm and you hopped off the truck, helping her too. You opened the passenger seat door, putting her seatbelt on.

“You look beautiful, Princess. Disheveled, thoroughly turned on.”

You said as you placed a small peck before getting to the driver's end. While driving you realized she was moving a bit.

“Stop clenching your thighs. I am not going to let you cum.”

“Please, Daddy.”

Your resolve almost broke right then.

“No.”

She huffed and whined, before creating a distance between her legs. After a few minutes, you were parked outside her place. None of you moving.

“Give me your panties.”

You said and she looked at you as if you were joking. But you had your hand in front of her looking at her intently.

She pulled up her dress and hooked her fingers in the waistband before pulling her panties down and placing them in your hand.

“Souvenir. To remember this day by.”

You said, placing them in your pocket, and she shuddered, knowing that you had the entire control of this relationship. You hopped out of your seat to open her door and unbuckle her seatbelt. You helped her off of the truck.

“Now go home and remember, no cumming.”

You whispered in her ear before pulling her by the waist and kissing her passionately. You pulled away after a bit and bid her a goodbye. You saw as she disappeared nto her home and smiled at the thought of what you had planned for the innocent girl.

[natashaslittlegirl]

Stop the teasing - NR

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.

Summary: You got tired of Natasha always teasing you.

Avenger ! Natasha Romanoff x  Avenger ! Reader

•  "Could you be any wetter/harder?" / "Don't stop. Even if I beg you to." / "I never knew you liked being spanked." (prompts)

Smut, Bottom!Natasha Romanoff, Top!Reader, owner kink, dirty talk, begging, Mommy kink (R), spanking (R to N), oral sex (N receiving), praise and degrading kink, vaginal fingering (N receiving), hair pulling, orgasm control, overstimulation.

Words Count: 1900+

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Natasha had always been a tease, it's in her nature, and you love it. But you were tired of her always teasing you and never take care of the pressure between your legs. Today was the last day she would tease you and get her way out of the situation, the tables are going to turn.

As usual, you went to the kitchen to help her with lunch, luckily, it was just you and her since everyone else was on a mission. You spot her on the counter chopping some veggies, you walked slowly towards her, standing behind to greet her.

"Hey, Nat," you whispered in her ear, making her jolt. She was too distracted in dirty thoughts about you that she didn't hear you coming.

"Fuck, y/n." she breath out.

"That would sound better in other situation you know?" your hands pressed on the edge of the counter, trapping her.

"Yeah, what situation?" you could feel her cocky grin already. But it take her by surprise when you purred in her ear,

"You under me while I'm fucking you brainless." Her breath hitch on her throat, she had to clear it of how dry it went all of sudden.

This is the first time you say something like that to her, most of the times is her who says the dirtiest things.

"The lunch is almost ready," She tried to change the matter and run away, but your arms didn't let her.

"Where do you think you're going, mhm?" Your front pressed her back, pushing her to the counter.

"I-I have to turn off the stove." You moved one of your hands to turn it off.

"Done. You look so cute when you're nervous." you separate from her and she finally felt she could breathe. "But you'll look cuter when I'll take you." You made your way to your room again, leaving her rethinking all happened.

After twenty minutes she came to your room to let you know the lunch's ready. She walked as fast as she could to the kitchen, you left her frustrated and confused. You sat on the table as it was all already served. The smell of the food was delicious, the redhead was too quiet for your liking, you really caused something in her.

"You're really quiet, widow, what's on that little brain of yours?"

"Nothing," she shove a full bite of food, maybe you wouldn't keep asking. Wrong.

"It's me, isn't it?" you smirked when slight shade of red appeared on her cheeks. "Tell me your thoughts, Natasha."

"I- I don't know, you just got me thinking, and no, I'm not gonna talk anymore." you were enjoying this too much, her nervousness was so cute.

"Come on, pretty girl, I can't do anything if you don't tell me. Wanda is the one who reads minds."

She wasn't even looking at you, she would give in so easy if she just sees you. She was so into you she couldn't even believe it, how could you have her all fool for you effortless?

"Maybe I want what you said before." she said in lower tone, almost inaudible.

"Yeah? What did I say?" The redhead rolled her eyes, it wasn't funny when you're being teased. "Look at me."

"Y-you fucking me brainless," It costed her a lot, but when you got up and practically dragging her to your room, she couldn't think of anything other than the wet feeling between her thighs.

You slammed the door shut with her body, pressing her to the wooden, finally kissing her. You dreamed about her lips countless nights, and she did too. She was talle than you but that didn't stopped you from making pressure on her clothed core with one of your legs. She moaned on your mouth and you took the opportunity to passed your tongue inside her, she tasted delicious, more than the food you just ate.

Natasha started to walk, making you go back, but turned the ways before sitting on the edge of the bed. You ended up on her lap, finally gaining some confidence, her hand squeezed the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You let her think that she was in charge, rocking your hips back and forth, whimpering by the sweet feeling of relief getting your clit rubbed with something.

When you thought it was enough, you pushed her to the mattress, both of your hands at each side if her, hair brushing her neck, still straddling her lap.

"You can't even imagine the times I dream about this." she was still catching her breath when you start your way down.

Wet kisses on her neck, her cleavage, teeth sinking into her skin to then your warm tongue lick and sooth the pain. You were marking her, and she fucking loved it.

"May I?" you grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, she nodded and lift her arms, the fabric flew to somewhere in the room.

You stay sit on her lap, her impatience growing at each second you would stay still. But you were just taking a moment to admire the beautiful women underneath you. Her almost bare body was something else, seeing her braless for the first time.

"You're so fucking perfect, Natasha." You gave her a quick kiss on her lips before going down again with a series of wet open mouth kisses until the waistband of her grey sweat pants.

"Please,"

"I didn't even touch you and you're already begging?" you quick an eyebrow, seeing how the blush took her face.

You took your time, making her desperate. She couldn't wait anymore she needed you, now. The redhead sat up on the bed and took off the last two pieces of clothes off her body. You tap her thighs, she quickly understood, spreading her legs for you, that was quite a sight.

"Could you be any wetter?" her bare pussy fully on display for you, your mouth was watering itself. Your finger run over her slit, getting soaked. "Is this all for me?"

"Yes, a-all for you." Natasha positioned on her elbows, her abs flexing as her body lift a little.

Your gaze flicked between her wet cunt and her dark green eyes, she was begging you silently to fuck her. And you did. Your tongue lapped the entire length, humming at her taste, it swirled in her clit, making her moan and fall again to the bed.

"Fuck, you're doing so good," her hand grabbed your hair tightly, pushing you closer, your nose rubbing her clit as your tongue was shoved inside her.

"You taste heavenly."

Your hands were on her hips, preventing her from moving against you, she was quite stronger than you, but at the submission she was too easily to manhandled. That's how you turned her around, leaving her bottom to the air while her head was pressed to the pillows. She cried out when you thrust two fingers inside her.

"You're so fucking tight, fuck, I'm going to ruin you" she didn't know why she moaned so loud, maybe it was because you never did dirty talk as she did with you, nor dirty talk plus your fingers knuckles deep on her pussy.

"Please, I need to cum, please!" her eyes were tight shut, she'd never felt this kind of pleasure before.

"Hold it," She shaked her head, she'd never hold an orgasm either before.

"I can't I-" she didn't even finished when she came around your fingers, legs trembling by the force of it. You were shocked, she did cum, when you told her not to.

"Such a fucking little slut, can't follow a simple order," Natasha was catching her breath when your hand crashed hard with her cheek, her skin burnt instantly, letting out a sharp moan from her throat.

She bounced her hips back, encouraging you to do it again. You smacked you hand on her other side, hearing again the desperate moan thay left her mouth.

"I never knew you liked being spanked." You said as she kept asking for more.

"There's a lot you don't know."

"Don't worry, I have time to figure it out."

Your fingers were deep inside her cunt again, the sound of the wetness of her previous orgasm, her moans and the crashed of your hand spanking her ass were the only sounds echoing in your room. She was already sensitive, you knew that, she knew that too.

"Don't stop. Even if I beg you to." Her walls clenched deliciously around your digits, she felt the knot on her lower abdomen again, her thighs made the attempt to close, but your hand stopped them. Making her way to her clit, start stroking it.

She was overwhelmed again by all the feelings she was having in that moment.

"More! Please Mo- y/n!" she stopped herself before messing it up.

"Come on, say it, I know how much you want it." your pace was hard, the word you wanted to hear was just on the tip of her tongue. "Say it or I'll stop."

"Mommy, please!"

"There it is, such a good girl for Mommy, who would knew after all you are just such a submissive little slut." You spanked her again, her hips rocked back meeting your thrusts.

"I ne- I" it was too much.

"Hold it," You grabbed her hair in a ponytail, making her back arch as your fingers went deeper in her cunt. "Be a good girl and hold it this time."

Natasha couldn't even think at this point, she could only focus in not cumming. Tears forming on the corner of her eyes as the pressure gets her little by little.

"I told you I was gonna fucking you brainless," she nodded the best she could, you didn't think she might had not understand any of your words.

The layer of sweat on her body was turning you on more than it should, same as when you have training with her. But this time is how you always wanted.

"Cum on Mommy's fingers, baby, make a mess." Natasha exploded, her body trembling as she finally release all the tension you build on her.

You lay down with her, caressing her back as she catches her breath.

"Finally the teasing gave results." she chuckled to herself as you left a kiss on the crown of her head.

"You're unbelievable."

[lizziecanrailme]

Subby Nat🫶🏾

Warning: SMUT HCs, sub!natasha because she’s cute and hot.

Translations: малыш = baby

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On the outside, the Black Widow was known to be intimidating. An incredible but dangerous assassin and spy. She was feared by most agents in S.H.I.E.L.D.

But behind close doors, she was a submissive little thing, wrapped around your finger.

After particular long missions, she’d need relief. If she was really tired, she would lazily ride your thigh. You’d put your hand on her lower back, supporting her as she chased her climax.

If she still had stamina, she’d ride your strap. You loved seeing her eagerly hop up and down. Her slick sliding down her thighs and onto the silicone. Whenever she did that, you’d call her a little bunny.

Natasha could be bratty sometimes. For instance, that one time she flirted with Maria to make you jealous. She regretted it badly, later that night you edged her until she was crying.

“P—Please, I’m sorry малыш.” she sobbed out. Her crying didn’t phase you as you proceeded to take out your fingers. She whined and kicked her feet childishly. You brought your hand to her cunt and hit it. She closed her legs, letting out a small “ow.”

“Me edging you is already punishment, don’t make it worse darling.”

Natasha has tried to top. She’s adorable when she tries to use your strap. She’d thrust in and out, then get tired in just a few minutes. Resulting in you switching positions.

On most occasions, you’d be extremely gentle with her. Like she was fragile and could break by the slightest mistake.

“Mmm” Natasha hummed as you placed gentle kisses on her neck. Your hands gliding up and down her body lightly. You picked your head up from her neck and kissed her passionately on the lips.

The Black Widow may be dangerous, a threat to all enemies before her.

But Natasha Romanoff was your soft, sweet and submissive girlfriend.

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A/N: Can we all agree that Nat is a cutie patootie💋

[sytoran]

home is where the heart is ★ n.r

— 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ;; 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐒 & 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒

in which your married life with natasha romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. with your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (and ultimately, very horny.)

pairing ★ sub!wife!natasha x beefy!butch!reader

chapter summary ★ natasha wakes you up with a pleasant surprise, your gremlin kids are the life and death of you, tony stark is annoying, marital sexting is pretty tough, and you're homesick for your wife's pussy.

warnings ★ (MINORS DNI) - explicit content, some pretty heavy kinks: blowjobs, marital sexting, breeding kink, daddy kink, probably more.

word count ★ 3.1k (feeding yall)

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You slept like the dead.

Or at least you did, on most mornings, oblivious to the waking world in your sweet slumber. 

Today was different, though. There was a distinct feeling of pleasantness swimming in your subconscious, one you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It urged you awake, a certain type of wet heat that insistently tugged and pulled.

It wasn’t until a jolt of arousal shot through you like a nine-millimetre shotgun that you jerked awake with a start.

“Shit!” you gasped, yanking off the blanket from your lower half, to reveal your ethereal wife perpetrating what could only be described as a wet dream.

Natasha’s head was obediently lowered in the midst of sucking your erect shaft, her viridescent gaze trained unto you with a twinkle of mischief. Wandering hands were sheathed under the front of your sweatshirt, painted nails mapping out the expanse of your tensed abdomen. 

“Way to wake me up, baby,” you say breathlessly, a hand flying to the back of Natasha’s head in hopes of speeding up your ever-approaching high. You buck your hips once, effectively propelling your hips further forward, guiding your shaft into your wife’s mouth.

Natasha hums mindlessly, palming at your torso like it was second nature. Her mouth moves languidly, relaxed and slow, tongue trailing over the hefty length of your cock in a teasing manner.

Like the devil incarnate, Natasha’s hand glides a broad stroke from your abs to the base of your cock, and starts working her hand in firm strokes. “Fuck,” you groan, a hand twisting into soft locks of your wife’s hair.

The joint stimulation on the head and base of your cock have you barrelling towards a preordained high at a frighteningly fast pace, and the absolutely criminal way Natasha’s head bobs up and down is no help at all.

“Fuck, baby, m’so close,” you gasp, throwing your head back and letting your eyes slide shut. Your big hand guides Natasha’s head with a certain type of tacit power, unwritten but distinct. Natasha feels herself get wet, and in turn eagerly plunges her mouth down with a renewed vigour.

When Natasha lets out a filthy moan from the back of her throat, stifled by the sheer size of your cock in her mouth, pleasure overwhelms your every sense. 

You groan, hips snapping up for the entirety of your cock to be buried in Natasha’s warm and velvet throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

“Mama! Mommy!” 

The undeniable sound of little feet scampering across the wooden floorboard and down the stairs, unceremoniously hauls you out of your heaven-like ascension. 

Natasha pulls her lips off your cock with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound. “Time to get up, honey,” she says with the arch of her eyebrow, smoothly turning over in practised motion and leaving you hung and sprung.

“Baby,” you whine, pitifully throwing your head back. Your words fall on deaf ears and you grumble and pull up your sweatpants, just in time for the door to swing open and release the incoming wave of chaos.

“MAMA!!” Emilia shrieks, leaping onto the bed with fearsome aggression, her younger twin brother in tow. 

Your five-year olds didn’t let you catch any breaks, Emilio roaring into your ear while dragging his toy pterodactyl across your face. “Rawr! Rawr! Wake up, ma!”

You leap up in a haze of bedsheets and screaming kids, all your previous indiscretions quickly faded at the sight of your bundles of joy. 

Emilia squeals as you easily hoist her up with one arm, the little girl getting thrown into the air. Emilio receives much of the same treatment, getting dangled in the air by one leg.

“Mommy! Save us!” The boy cries out with a delighted grin and a hearty attempt at hitting your side. You swing them around with fake growls that incite laughter and squeals, steering clear of any sharp corners or wayward objects.

Natasha is more preoccupied with hugging your sleepy ten-year old, and cooing softly into her ear. 

Marina is the oldest of your three, quiet and reserved, with brilliance sparkling behind her soft eyes. “Hi, mama,” she greets you with a small smile, and your heart melts a little.

“Hi, darling angel,” you reply with a big grin of your own. “Where’s my morning kiss?”

At the prospect of the feared morning kiss, Emilio yells and wreaks absolute havoc, the toy truck forgotten in favour of escaping your clutches. 

“No mama! No kiss!” Emilia protests, the Russian determination behind her set eyes a splitting image of her mother’s. Emilio is long gone, visibly hidden under your bedside table. 

You hoist Marina up onto your hip, smiling at the sweet kiss she pecks on your cheek. “It’s mommy’s turn now,” you say easily, sliding up to Natasha with a mischievous grin.

“Ew!” Your little girl giggles, hiding behind her hands as you share a chaste kiss with your wife, one that is far too short for your liking. Either way, the morning kiss routine was a success.

The attention in the crowded room is drawn by a simple clap of Natasha’s hands. She stands arms akimbo, rocking her bed hair, sleep still half-written in her eyes — but the whole look is so endearing that you can’t help but fall in love all over again. 

“Okay, kids. Time to get ready for school! Who wants breakfast?”

The cheer that arises from your children is nothing short of pure jubilation. Emilio starts a chant of ‘Frosted Flakes! Frosted Flakes!’ that has them marching in line out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. 

Natasha laughs, following their trail, but you drag her back expectantly.

With one arm hanging off the top of the doorframe and the other wrapped around her waist, you pull Natasha into that long sought-after kiss. 

“Mhm,” you hum contentedly, inhaling her sweet scent. “I love you.”

Natasha slowly slides her hands up your arms, savouring the kiss. She presses her palms to your cheeks, adoration dancing in her eyes.

“I love you too.”

*****

The Frosted Flakes do not end up on the breakfast table, after all, because Natasha reasons that the kids had eaten it for three breakfasts in a row and their teeth would rot and fall off.

Toast and scrambled eggs, courtesy of your little handiwork in the kitchen, is the eventual outcome. Food is food to a bunch of hungry gremlins, either way, and the breakfast gets scarfed down in no time at all.

“You’re gonna go soon?” Natasha asks you in the kitchen, giggling at your teddy-bear patterned apron. You make a non-committal hum against your wife’s chest, wanting to stay in her arms for an eternity.

“Mama, we have to go to school,” Marina calls from the front porch, the door clicking open. “I need help with my shoe!” Emilio cries out, hopping into the kitchen with a singular shoe. “I got my shoes done on my own!” Emilia chimes in proudly, tugging on her backpack straps.

Natasha laughs, stroking your hair affectionately. “No rest for the wicked,” she says. “Be a responsible parent and send Marina to school, then go to work. The twins’ school bus will be here anytime.”

You exhale with a smile, pulling your wife in for a kiss that is a tad too long. Tugging off the pink apron, you’re glad you already changed into your work attire — a collared white shirt rolled up to your elbows, a grey-patterned tie, and matching slacks.

Natasha looks you up and down approvingly, then her eyes glimmer with an incited flame as she straightens your tie. You definitely don’t miss the way her hands glide smoothly across your chest to straighten out the wrinkles, and you resist the fluttering sensation that blooms under her touch.

“What a handsome young woman,” Natasha comments, tip-toeing to peck your cheek. You smile widely, preening under your wife’s attention. “Only for you,” you reply happily. “I’ll be off, then.”

“Mama, let’s go,” Marina probes, head poking into the kitchen. Her eyes soften at the sight of Natasha, proceeding to wave cutely. “Bye, mommy.”

Like little ducks, your three children follow you out of the house, with their miniature backpacks and shoes. Natasha watches adoringly from the porch, blowing kisses to Emilia when she yells one last “Bye, mommy!”.

Your Audi SQ7 peels out the driveway, engine revving. Marina is looking out the window, humming ‘American Pie’ with a little smile. As your home fades away in the rearview mirror, you think that this life was all you’d ever need.

***

“Fury, tell Tony that not sponsoring the coffee machines in my building is frankly, quite rude behaviour,” you comment, sitting next to the aloof man who’s snacking on a packet of dried fruit. Steve steals bits of the snack when Tony’s not looking, much to Fury’s chagrin.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Tony replies hotly, snatching back the piece of fruit in Steve’s hand. “You literally leaked the photo of me in a maid outfit, for the whole world to see. You know how many sleazy men have slid into my DMs since then? Pepper hasn’t let that go!”

“What, are you mad that the public now knows that Pepper’s the one that does the dicking down?” you retort. “And Steve was one of those ‘sleazy men’!” 

The accused blonde looks away quickly, suddenly very preoccupied with the tiling of the floor. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve mumbles.

“That’s enough,” Fury admonishes with an unamused look. “The three of you need to get your shit together. Regardless of whether or not Stark is a bottom, I can’t have the CEOs of my powerhouse companies making a bad name. You know how that reflects on me? Stark Industries, SHIELD, L/N-Corp Worldwide Media: The Desolate Downfall of Nick Fury.”

“Is this because I modelled for the gay sex toy shop company? Because that’s just homophobic,” Steve reasons, folding his arms. “And Bucky liked the advert a lot!”

Tony scoffs, making paper aeroplanes with the papers on Fury’s desk. “We literally bring in millions upon millions for you each year. I’m sure that forgives the one time I was high during Y/N’s media conference. The Minister didn’t even notice! He’s like 82, anyways. Close to your age, Fury.”

“And I’m not sorry for calling the Netflix director a bitch on live TV,” you add in. “They’ve got no reason for cancelling all the sapphic shows left and right! My wife and I were invested in Gentleman Jack, okay?”

Fury sighs, the scene before him a spectacle he was no stranger to by now. 

You, Tony and Steve were the face of the up-and-coming generation of brilliant minds and creative thinking. He supposed your overwhelming success and proved greatness softened the blow of your discrepancies in maintaining an unblemished professional image.

“Moving on,” Fury continues. “I want to talk about Project Eagle. As you should know from last year’s report……”

Just then, your phone vibrates in your pocket, with a notification from Natasha’s contact.

You, indeed, were hard.

Upon reading Natasha’s last message, you shut your phone off so quickly that Steve turns and raises an eyebrow at you. You clear your throat and shift in your seat, evidently affected.

The heat that surges through your body pays no help in your focus on Fury’s briefing. You can feel the flush creeping on from the back of your neck, spreading down your body and rushing towards the area between your legs.

Natasha, why have you forsaken me? You think helplessly, the noises in the office fading to a low buzz. When your phone vibrates again, your finger clicks on the message before your brain can catch up to you.

The image that Natasha sends you has you choking on absolutely nothing, coughing up air like a woman possessed. 

Lacy red lingerie displaying thick thighs and a soft tummy should not be this breathtaking, but Natasha pulls it off anyway.

Filthy images flit into your mind uncontrollably, searing images like a broken record player. Your dick has a mind of its own, pressing hot and tight against the seam of your pants.

“L/N,” Fury announces, voice booming and hauling you out of your trance. “What seems to be the issue?” 

In the background, Steve and Tony giggle like schoolgirls, knowing all too well what had occurred. You clear your throat again, shoving your phone into your pocket, hopelessly trying to erase the blessed image of your wife from your memory, just for a moment longer.

“No issues here,” you say with a forced smile, fighting demons with your rock-hard erection you’re desperately trying to cover with a report file. “I’m all dandy, sir.”

“Right,” Fury says disbelievingly, his good eye flickering downwards for a fraction of a second. Embarrassment eats you up whole.

“Let’s hope your attention span is just as ‘dandy’.”

***

“Natty,” you pant, with your wife pinned under you, hot and tight inside of her.

“I can’t believe you did that,” you grunt, punctuating each word with a firm thrust of your hips. “Made me so fucking hard at work.”

Following your incident in Fury’s office, you had exhausted every fibre of your willpower not to lock yourself in a bathroom stall and jerk off like a nymphomaniac.

After a gruelling day of work and coming back to a house of sleeping children, you had wasted no time in claiming your stake.

“I’ve been blue balled for twelve hours,” you groan into Natasha’s neck, mouthing at the flushed skin with fervour. “Spare me some sympathy, darling.”

“Oh, my poor baby,” your wife teases, tracing a feather-light hand over your tensed back muscles and clutching at the back of your neck. “You’re so eager, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” you growl, scraping your sharp teeth over her collarbone, leaving violet imprints at a respectable-enough level. You roll your hips into Natasha’s, drawing relentless waves of pleasure and a rocking motion that has her throwing her head back.

Natasha’s erratic breathing and badly-disguised moans are music to your ears, a sweet symphony you’d been missing all day. You groan as her velvet walls clench tight around you, hot and wet and all-encompassing.

“You feel amazing,” you pant, the clefted tip of your shaft bumping against her cervix with how deep you nest inside of her.

A high-pitched whine sounds from the back of Natasha’s throat, as her legs spasm in the air. “Wanna fuck you senseless, please,” you groan.

“Do it,” she challenges breathily. You lean forward, manhandling her deliciously thick thighs, pressing your wife’s knees to her head.

The arousal that builds in your lower stomach is pure white heat, fueled by the breathless cries of your wife under you. 

“Fuck,” you cry out, reaching new spots you haven’t before. You surge forth, an unstoppable train, drilling your shaft into Natasha’s dripping cunt like it was your only reason for living. Because maybe it was, as you transcend earthly boundaries with her, only her.

Subconsciously, your hands fly to Natasha’s hefty tits, grabbing the shaking mounds. “Y’so pretty, babygirl,” you say, half-drunkenly, high of the white-hot pleasure that Natasha draws out of you. 

She’s untouchable heaven, silky moans and raspy cries, a soft tummy with rolls that you greedily grasp in your hands.

“Daddy,” Natasha cries, crescent nails scratching down your arms, her suspended legs shaking in the air. The airy lilt of your title makes you leak. “Ugh, fuck,” you grunt, pounding her into the bedframe, sweaty and slick.

“Let me come inside, please?” you practically beg, wide eyes transfixed at the area your shaft meets her cunt. Natasha whines breathlessly, a hand moving to clasp at the sheets. “Yeah, I-I’m on the pill.”

That’s all the confirmation you need before pinning Natasha down with spread hands. You shift on the bed as you mount her, skin-to-skin with your shaft fully-lodged inside of your wife. 

Natasha gives you this dizzy look, glazed-over eyes portraying complete submission.

Then you start moving again, and the world explodes in your hands.

“Oh, fuckkk,” you groan, shoving your fingers into Natasha’s mouth to stop her pleasured screams from waking up the whole house.

The speed at which you drive your hips into Natasha’s is downright sinful, smearing slick all over her rounded ass, dripping onto the bed.

You’re transfixed, as your wife’s big mounds bounce in time with your thrusts, making you drool with want. An animalistic growl leaves your throat as you push yourself in, even deeper than before, making Natasha arch above the bed with a muffled cry.

Just like that, with you buried inside Natasha, do you fall apart by the seams, an unwinding intricate tarp.

Your load gets buried deep inside Natasha’s womb, and you continue with shallow thrusts. “Mhmn,” Natasha moans, following soon after, spurts of slick coating your cock in waves of overarching pleasure.

“Babydoll,” you groan mindlessly, palming at her sides. You come so heavily that it flows out of Natasha, a dribble of thick white fluid, and your wife fingers it back in so desperately that you could get hard all over again. 

You collapse unceremoniously onto the bed next to Natasha. “I want more kids,” you state. You grope your wife’s tummy like it would conjure new life, an expectant look on your face.

“Three is enough,” Natasha says breathlessly, skin shining with a sheen of fresh sweat. She locks eyes with you, hair tousled and lips curled into an adoring smile.

“Okay, fine,” you mutter your acquiescence, both of you knowing that statement wouldn’t hold up for long. “...Give me a minute, then I’ll clean up. You need some water, baby?”

Natasha lets out a pleased hum, snuggling into your chest.

She kisses your left boob affectionately, as you groan with sensitivity, playfully swatting at her arm. “No need. Just want you.”

“You have me,” you respond softly, running a hand through the brown locks of your wife’s hair, flattening it out with gentle strokes. “You always will.”

so that's chapter one of 'home is where the heart is!' i personally choose to believe pepper straps tony down every night. what are your thought on the kids?? mommy!nat?? butch!reader?? the incorporation of the texts?? there's so much feedback i require tbh

reblog or no more milf!nat

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[wandasfifthwife]

ೃ⁀➷ shameless

natasha romanoff x fem!reader

tw: SMUT MDNI, top!natasha, bottom!reader, dom/sub elements(dom!n & sub!r), restraint kink (n in handcuffs), slight age gap (4 years), very slight tiny bit of plot (beginning summary), established relationship (married), natasha is packing, strap is called her “dick,” strap in v (r receiving), lotus position, marking kink, overstim if you squint, kitchen floor sex, not proofread!

a/n: 1.3k words of smut!!

It’s not fair.

Natasha had come home one night, greeting you with a kiss. You had reached for her shirt and tilted your head to kiss her again. It wasn’t long before she had you pressed into the counter, careful of the stove beside you. That’s when she wasn’t playing fair. Mumbling against your lips about how she wants to fuck you before the retched ringtone interrupted her.

She’s since been busy with work calling her in what felt like every few hours. It’s because of the latest mission concerns her, almost infecting her like an addition with how often she’s gone.

You both have careers, but comparatively, hers is more demanding, forcing her to be flexible. It also forces her to give up time with you, sometimes having to leave during her time with you; Time she said that’ll be left alone, sacred for the two of you only to share. She had you laid on your back, cold fingers sliding under your shirt. In that moment you really believed you wouldn’t get interrupted. Judging by how she was taking her time, she did too.

“Need you, please—I need you, please.”

She shushes you, raking her nails down your waist, “take your pants off for me.”

You’ve never been quicker, fingers untying the string in a hurry to push them down your legs. She surged forward, lips finding yours and hands tugging your hips closer to hers.

A whine tumbled from you, grinding down onto her thigh.

“Oh, feels so—“ you stop halfway, feeling your heart drop into your stomach at the sound that had filled the air. She didn’t seem to care, rubbing your cunt down onto her clothed thigh.

“I have to answer my phone,” she whispers, pushing off you.

“What?”

She slides to the edge of the bed, reaching to get ahold of her phone from her back pocket. Already the sheets felt colder, missing her warmth. You just missed her, entirely too much. Your fingers are boring and underwhelming after using them for the past week.

When you had gotten married, ceremony held four years ago, you had spent more time together. It’s only been this year that she’s been away more than she’s been home. Even in the years before—during the get to know you and dating stage—she was around then. You understood why, but also why was she giving her attention to her job and not you?

“Sorry,” she leans back on one hand to place a kiss on your shoulder, “I’ll be back, this shouldn’t take long.”

Her statement turned out to be false, but it was nice to be lulled into a false sense of hope. Neither are actually nice, but you‘re thankful she came home safely and before two AM. The kitchen was warm, remnants of what you had just finished baking remaining.

“What’s all this for?”

“Work event, required to bring a dish in.”

She hums, “how many are you making?”

“This is all,” you gesture, “I finished like twenty minutes ago, I think.”

“Well it smells nice, I’m sure they’ll love it.”

You thank her, struggling to fight off the laugh as you wait for her to turn around. She was taken aback when you snatch her wrists, the click sound of them latching shocking her. You’re laughing despite the look she was giving you, despite the way she kept backing up when you got closer.

“No, don’t— why?”

You’re laughing, finally able to lean your head onto her shoulder, “so you can’t answer this.”

She looks pissed when you set her phone on a platform she can’t reach for; the surface too high in comparison from where her arms were kept. Hugging her now felt weird, a phantom sensation forming to compensate for the lack of hands wrapping around you.

“It’s been long enough.”

“It’s only been a minute, let me have my fun.”

She rolls her eyes but it’s all for show. Her smile growing at the sound of your amusement.

“I haven’t heard much from you.”

“I’ve been meaning to, just haven’t had the time.”

A pout forms on your face, “I know and it’s sad, I’ve missed you.”

“I miss you too, not these antics.”

You laugh again, cupping her face to pull her into a kiss. Her lips are chapped from the cold, the sensation of it feeling all too similar to home. The look in her eyes after she bit at your bottom lip was enough, the two of you ending up on the kitchen floor.

Her back was against the cabinet door, shirt slowly ridden up from when she slid down onto the ground with you in tow. Your legs were straddled over hers, chest bare and pressed into hers. Your head was tilted back, a shaky gasp escaping you when she kissed that spot on your neck.

“Grind on me,” she says gently, adjusting her hips forward. With your hands on her shoulders, you adjust your hips so they hover over hers, moaning when you feel her press onto your clit.

“Oh! You’re—?”

She doesn’t say anything but her upturned grin gives her away. You’re circling your hips with a whimper, begging her. You were soaked, every press of her against you pushed you further towards your high already. The second she gives the green light, you’re unbuttoning her pants.

“Spread your legs more,” she emphasizes her words by jerking one knee up to hit the underside of your thigh. The ground hurts your knees and you’re sure bruises are forming, but you’re too worked up to care.

“Can I? Please—I need you.”

She nods, eyes trained on your face and how it contorts in pleasure once you’ve begun to sink down onto her length. You struggle to take the entirety of her dick, two inches laying untouched.

“I cant—ah!—I can’t.”

“Shh you can—just relax, you’re too tight.”

She was right. Once you’ve focused on her, your walls greedily took every inch in. Your mind was a mess, fuzzy and overstimulated pushing you to only think about her. She’s quiet, nosing at your neck and breathing heavily at how her strap presses against her clit with each downwards thrust of your hips.

Nails press into the back of her neck from how tight you’re holding onto her. The wet sounds of where the two of you collided was entirely too much, and you wanted more. The sound decidedly much better than her phone ringtone that you’ve grown to recognize after the first note.

“Fuck,” you curse breathily, bottoming out to grind her length, feeling her brush against your walls. With the jerk of her hips, it brings her to press against the spot that makes you feel like you’re going to black out. Your finger swirling your clit moves faster, pressure building in your stomach.

She’s leaned her head against the cabinet, attention shifting between your face, tits, and where she’s completely shoved inside you. It’s a mess between her thighs, mind melted with each movement and sound you make.

When your sounds pitch higher, less control over them and sounding raw, she knows you’re close. You’re squirming on her lap, pace sloppy and messy as you reach your climax. It’s beautiful watching your lips drop open in a silent scream, body shaking on top of hers. You kiss her, moaning into her mouth.

“Love you,” you murmur, body relaxing into her.

“Love you more.”

The both of your heavy breathing fills the air as you reach for the key to unlock the cuffs. They fall to the ground with a solid clang. Her hands slide under your thighs, pushing you close and lifting you. You’re on another dimension, thankful she’s in a clearer state than you to get you two off the ground.

“Where’d you get the handcuffs?”

“Don’t remember,” you say into her shirt, excitement growing between your legs when you realize she’s taking you to the bedroom. The door shuts behind you, leaving her ringing phone in the kitchen.

[marvelobsessed134]

Wreck the halls

This is part of my 12 days of fics

Pairings: Dom!Natasha x Sub!Reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, housewife kink, and I think that’s it.

Summary: In which Natasha can’t get enough of her subby wife.

You hummed to the Christmas music playing softly in the background as you put the last batch of cookies into the oven. You took the mittens off, putting them into the drawer before stretching your back.

Just then your wife, Natasha, came home from work. She had to go on a small mission before the holidays. The assassin looked at you through the kitchen entryway. She admired the way the denim shorts clung to your ass. Despite it being 30 degrees outside (it’s New York and it’s snowing) it was pretty warm inside the apartment so it made sense you opted for some shorts.

But god. Made Natasha just want to take you. The redhead quietly put her stuff down. You still weren’t aware that she had arrived, too busy washing up the mess you made.

You felt her arms creep up and wrap around you from behind. You smiled, leaning into her embrace as she kissed your neck. “Mmm hi baby.” You moaned.

“Hi sweet girl. Can you do something for me?”

“Yeah, sure Nat. Anything.”

“Bend over the counter.” Her demand was a bit of a surprise but you obeyed anyways, bending over the counter. You felt her hands caress your ass before unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down along with your panties.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me babe.” Nat whispered.

“All for you, Natty.”

“Yeah? So sweet and submissive. Willing to bend to my every need. Need to fuck you right now.” Her fingers traced the outside of your pussy before entering in slowly.

You moaned and gripped the edge of the counter. She began to pump in and out at a steady pace while rubbing your clit with her thumb.

She rolled her eyes back at the feeling of your plush walls clenching around her. “Fuck. You’re such a pretty little housewife. All for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Natty! All for you!” you moaned.

“Good girl. Fuck, I love you so much. You’re everything to me. I love wrecking you.”

“Mmm natty I love you too.”

She continued to fuck you harder, slapping your ass every once in awhile before she felt you cum onto her fingers. Natasha groaned before pulling out of you and sucking her fingers clean.

“So, I see you made some cookies.” The redhead spoke as you pulled up your shorts.

“Yeah, wanted to make those kinds with the herheys kiss in the middle.”

“My favorite. How did you know?” She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close.

“I don’t know, maybe just the fact we’ve been married for three years?”

“Mmm that might be it.” And she captured her lips with yours.

[vmp3ater]

natasha is so fineee i lowkey wanna make another member of The Moles w her 😩😩

subbot natasha x domtop gn reader

real….

imagine fucking natasha on an empty hospital bed. she’s trying her damndest to stifle herself but you just fuck her so good, hitting all the right spots deep inside her and grabbing her waist so hard it could heave red hand marks

does she even know she’s grinding her hips back into you? she’s still trying to keep quiet but she’s failing so miserably, hands clawing at the sheets and drooling all over the pillows and making a mess of them while you still fuck into her. hopefully no one sees you both…

[cinnabunwanda]

Good girl ✰ Natasha Ramnoff ⌇DRABBLES

content warning — smut, praise kink

pairing — fem reader x Natasha Ramnoff

summary — Natasha returns after a dangerous mission, expressing missed love. They teasingly touch each other, leading to a passionate relationship. Despite Natasha's refusal to express words, they both fall in love.

word count — 0.8k

Natasha had been on a dangerous mission for the past three days, leaving you anxiously waiting for her return. Finally, you heard the door open and rushed to greet her, only to find Steve standing there instead. Disappointed, you welcomed him in and headed back to the couch. Nearly twenty minutes later, the TV suddenly went black. "Not again...fuck," you muttered as you walked towards it. But before you could do anything, you felt Natasha's hand gently touch your waist.

You turned around and saw her smirking at you, her touch both soft and firm. "I missed you, baby," she whispered. "I missed you more," you replied, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her in for a warm kiss. But just as you were lost in the moment with Natasha, Tony had to ruin it by shouting for dinner. Sighing, Natasha rolled her eyes and you both made your way to the dining room.

Clint couldn't resist making a sarcastic comment about the two of you being reunited, earning an eye roll from Natasha. As you all sat down to eat, Tony announced that he, Cap, Clint, and Peter had a mission tonight while Wanda and Vision also had one. That meant that you and Natasha would have the whole compound to yourselves. As soon as everyone left after what felt like hours, Natasha slowly walked towards you with a seductive look in her eyes.

She pushed your hair away and led you to the bedroom before shutting the door behind you. Without wasting any time, she started kissing your neck and sending shivers down your spine. "Oh god, Tasha," you whimpered as she traced her fingers over your body. With each gentle touch from Natasha's lips, your arousal grew until she took your hand and guided you onto the bed.

Flipping you over so that she was on top now, she continued her assault on your neck before making her way down your body. In one swift motion, both of your shirts were off and thrown to the floor as you tangled your hands in each other's hair. "You ready, baby?" Natasha asked, her dirty talk already driving you crazy. Both of you quickly took off your pants, unable to keep your hands off each other any longer. As Natasha pushed you back onto the bed and started kissing her way down your body, you couldn't help but moan in pleasure. "Oh god, Tasha," you whimpered again as she reached your inner thighs, running her fingers teasingly along your skin. "What do you want me to do, baby?"

Natasha looked up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Please touch me, Tasha," you begged, unable to resist her teasing any longer. "Mmhm, of course I'll touch you," she purred, slowly circling her tongue around your clit before diving in with her fingers. As she pleasured you with her skilled mouth and fingers, she continued to whisper dirty words in your ear, driving you closer and closer to your climax. "You wanna cum for me, baby?" Natasha asked as she found the perfect spot inside of you and began flicking it with her finger. "Yes! Yes, Tasha!" You moaned loudly as the knot in your stomach tightened. "Good girl,"

Natasha praised as she crawled on top of you. But instead of stopping there, she whispered in your ear how much she wanted to feel you against her. That was all it took for you to become even more turned on by the idea. She moved closer until there was barely any space between your bodies and whispered again, "I wanna feel you against me." Your hips instinctively pressed against hers as she trailed kisses down your neck and chest.

"Mmhm, just like that," she whispered, her own arousal evident in her voice. "You're such a good girl for me." With those words, you couldn't hold back any longer and eagerly let yourself be consumed by the pleasure of being with Natasha. With a mischievous smirk, I leaned down and positioned myself between her legs, making sure to pin her thigh beneath me as I started to ride it.

The sensation of our soaked pussies pressing together sent shivers through my body. "Oh my god..." Natasha moaned, her voice already breathless with desire. I began to explore her body, searching for that perfect spot that would drive her wild. And when she threw her head back and arched her back in ecstasy, I knew I had found it. "Not yet, baby," I teased, enjoying the sounds of her desperate moans. By this point, she was practically screaming in pleasure, and I could feel my own arousal building just from listening to her.

"God... Fuck-" she couldn't even form coherent words anymore. With one final touch to her clit, I pushed her over the edge, feeling her juices flow over me as she climaxed. "I guess you're a good girl too," I couldn't help but taunt her playfully. "Shut up," she retorted sarcastically, still trying to catch her breath. As we collapsed onto the bed beside each other, I whispered in her ear those three little words that meant everything to us: "I love you, Tasha." And not long after, we both drifted off into a peaceful slumber, completely satisfied in each other's arms.

©Elena do not copy, edit, or translate my works.

[dnvrsmedia]

Can I request a Nat x r where r uses the strap for the first time with Nat and being insecure they won’t satisfy Nat like Bruce or other her past lovers but Nat reassures r and then r makes Nat cum like she never has before? Please and thank you❤️❤️

Love On Me

Needy!Nat x reader

18+ MDNI

an: tysm for this request! so sorry for it being late but as I mentioned before I am still settling in at uni! I really enjoyed writing & i hope you enjoy reading just as much <3

Frantic movements and clashing teeth quicken with fervor as Natasha grinds on top of your lap. Needy groans slip past her lips as she tries to pull your bodies impossibly closer. You separate from her lips and smirk at the whine that leaves her lips. Her plump lips chase yours with a frown as you back away. If you weren’t immensely horny you would think it was cute.

“What’s gotten into you? Hmm?” You ask sweetly as you tuck a piece of her fiery hair behind her ear. Her breath heaves as she tries to pounce. You can’t help but giggle at her eagerness. You put your palm on her sternum and press lightly. Nat’s face flushed as she is forced to use her words.

“I need you so bad, honey.” She whines and presses her soft pillows on your jaw, biting slightly. You let out a groan and almost instinctively grab her hips.

“I need you to use the strap on me, please. Need you to fill me up good!” She seductively bites and moans into your ear.

A shiver runs down your back. Natasha who is the more experienced and dominant one in your relationship is now practically falling apart for you. You would be stupid if you didn’t race at the chance to have this beautiful woman at your beck and call. Yet, all you can think about is if you’ll ever equate to the partners shes previously had. Nat was your first, and hopefully your last. She showed you the ropes in terms of your sexuality and you are terrified of being a disappointment. The need to make her feel like the most special woman on earth runs deep in everything you do.

Nat notices your hesitation. You’ll never speak it out loud, but having a spy girlfriend who is trained in all things non verbal communication doesn’t really make hiding things easy.

Natasha moves her hands to rest at the nape if your neck, forcing you to look into her eyes.

“Detka, what’s the matter?”

You shake your head and move to kiss her. Your unsuccessful attempt at skipping this conversation quickly ended when Natasha disconnected your lips from hers. Tasha took your hands in her own as she stared deep in your eyes.

“I am immensely needy right now but we are not doing anything until I know what’s going on.” Nat sweetly kisses you cheek and caresses your hand. You know that you’ll forever and always be safe with Nat.

“I want to do this, fuck. You have no idea how much I want this-“

“But?” Nat looks very vulnerable right now. This is what you didn’t want in the first place. Nat opened up about her previous experiences early on in your sexual relationship. Her vulnerability didn’t come easy and yet here you are with her. You shake your head profusely and take a deep breath.

“What if i’m not enough? What if I can’t make you feel as good as you make me feel?”

Natasha shook her head with a warm glint in her eyes.

“Oh detka…” She shakes her head and kisses you passionately and pushes you back onto the bed. She seductively trails her teeth up your neck until she reaches your ear.

“You’re gonna put on the strap and you’re gonna fuck me. You’re gonna make me cum and have my legs shaking. You’d like that, hmm? Splitting me in half with your cock. Cus I need that so fucking bad, please. Just please I need you so bad!”

You let out an almost animalistic growl. Need is seeping out of your pores as Nat grinds her hot cunt onto your thigh. You don’t know what came over you but you gain all the confidence in the world. You flip Natasha onto her back and place your knee in between her heat. She lets out a whiny moan, desperate for more.

“God you’re so pretty for me. I need to fill you up right now, need to fuck you till you can’t remember your name.” You pull off her clothing in a hurry. Your mouth latches onto her over sensitive nipples. Her back arches closer to you as her hands snake to the nape of your neck and tug.

“Please!” She whimpers hotly. You smirk at just how needy she is. Her state makes you want to make her feel the best you can.

“Don’t you worry, pretty girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” You whisper in her ear before you move away from her and get yourself situated. The look of pure lust on her face as you strip in front of her. You do struggle with putting on the strap for a bit. Natasha gets on her knees in front of you to help with the harness. Your breath leaves your body for a moment when she takes the faux cock into her mouth while maintaining eye contact.

You can’t help but thrust your hips into her wet and inviting mouth. The feeling of the strap nuzzling up against your clit as she sloppily blows you feels euphoric. You don’t know how much longer you can wait. You need to be in her; splitting her in half. You remove her from your strap and push her onto the bed. You take the strap between your hand and tease her clit.

Nat moans out loudly wantonly as she begs for more. Her hands snake down to your hand i hopes to speed things up. You tsk as you continue teasing her. Being the more dominant one doesn’t happen very often, so you are enjoying all of your time. Her whines grow louder as time goes on. Her sopping cunt drips on to the silk sheets with no remorse. Your mouth opens in awe at how worked up she is.

“Shh, baby” You coo, “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” You give her one last bruising kiss before you slide your strap fully. Something comes over you as you pound into Natasha. You get drunk off her loud moans and whimpers as you thrust deep into her. The only thing on you mind is how much you need to make her cum. You have turned Nat into a babbling mess. Her hair is thrashed about on the pillow and drool slides out from her mouth onto the bed below.

“Hmm, fuck I- hmph please! So good y/n! please baby please need it so bad.” She slurs as he eyes struggle to maintain eye contact. You’re grunting into her due to the sensation of the strap snugly grinding into you. As Nat lets out a wonton moan, you start to struggle with the strap. She’s clenching so tight that you knew it was almost time for her to cum. Your hand slides down her body and lays purchase on her swollen bundle of nerves. Your fingers rigorously massage her clit as your thrusts don’t let up. Natasha cannot form sensical sentences at this point. Her body is thrashing and fingers grip onto whatever she can get her hands on to brace her. You’re basically drooling at this point. You can feel your own orgasm sneaking up on you as you watch the woman you love fall apart under you.

“Fuck, baby you’re doing so good for me. I wanna come together.” You groan at the sight of her bucking her hips into you. “Can you do that, hmm?” She nods and you kiss her forehead. Your thrusting continues as the familiar feeling starts growing stronger. Your thrusts falter the closer you get.

“Baby I need you to cum for me, okay? I can’t last much longer I need you to cum. Come one princess, come for me.” You begged as you couldn’t hold your orgasm back any longer.

Seeing you fall apart from pleasing Natasha was the last nail in the coffin for her. Guttural moans surfaced from her as she came underneath you. She was blissed out to notice the rushing fountain that was expelled between her legs. You looked in awe at the beauty in front of you.

Your thrusts slow to a complete stop. The only noise in the room is the sound of your labored breaths. You slowly remove the strap from inside of your lover. Her quiet whine at the feeling of being empty is heard. You lean down and lovingly kiss her. Slow and sensual is the name of the game and you want to make her feel loved.

Natasha snaps back into reality with a lazy smile and a peck to your wrist.

“Hi baby.” She smirks while playing with your hair. You grow back to your shy self as you’re unable to maintain eye contact with your lover. You face plant into the crevasse of her neck and shoulder with a groan. Natasha let’s put a hearty laugh at you.

“You just gave me the best sex of my life and now you’re all shy? You are ridiculous.” She giggles and you groan once more.

You both will definitely be doing this again.

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Dirty Talk

Natasha x F!Reader

See, in my head, Nat is a big dirty talker. She loves to watch you squirm, clenching your thighs just from her words alone.

Sometimes she'll wake you up with her finger tapping gently on your clit, whispering in your ear how much of a slut you are for waking up this horny, "Honey, you just woke up! And you're already dripping? How pathetic!"

She'll leave you hornier and unsatisfied, "I'm sorry, baby, I have to go to work. But I know you won't touch yourself, right? Be a good little girl for me, hmm?"

You'll struggle all day, the horniness making it impossible for you to focus. More than once, someone will come up and ask you if you're okay and if you need to take the rest of the day off. You assure them, you are fine, and try to get back to your task. Your phone buzzes. It's from Nat. "I'm dying to touch you, baby girl. When you walk through that door, I'm gonna have you pushed up against the wall. You like that, don't you?" You can almost hear her smirking through the text. You cross your legs under the desk to hide the pooling arousal in your panties.

True to her word, when you return home later, she pins you to the wall and slips her hand into your underwear. "You're such a good girl for me, honey, so wet already." You moan into her passionate kisses as she sticks one finger into your begging cunt. "Do you like that? You like being taken wherever I want?" Your only answers are moans, too far gone to say anything else.

She'll pepper kisses down to your breasts, before sucking and nipping at your nipples. You might put a hand over your mouth to cover your moans - trying to keep some decency in front of your neighbours. Nat would grab your hand, "Don't hide your moans from me, pretty girl. Love all the filthy little sounds you make for me."

You know Nat's rules - you can't cum without her permission. So when your legs are shaking and your throat is raw from begging, Nat will utter your favourite words. "Cum for me."

Other times, Nat will start her mission in more inappropriate places. She'd stop by your desk and bend down to whisper in your ear. "Imagine me fucking you on this desk. Imagine everyone on the floor seeing just how much of a slut you are for me. Wouldn't that be fun?" You'd have to run to the bathroom to splash some water on your face.

She'd send you a video of her playing with herself in the mirror on your lunch break, captioned: "Wish you were here." You'd squirm as you watched it over and over, brain caught in a mindless loop.

You'd walk into your shared apartment, eyes already glazed over in lust. Nat would be relaxing on the bed, feet propped up with a book in hand as you crawled over to her, tempted to rip every article of clothing off your body.

She'd laugh at you, "Dumb little baby, you got all horny at work? Such a little slut for me, huh?" You nod, pulling off your clothes until your just left in your underwear. Nat's gaze sets you on fire.

"So needy," she chuckles, turning back to her book, "so weak." You whine, stripping until you're bare and you straddle her hips. You wait for her permission though - no use in breaking her rules, no matter how horny you are. "Go on then. Use me to get yourself off. I know you can't do it yourself anyway."

As you dry hump her jeans, Nat's hand wraps around your throat. She leans in to kiss you but inches away from your lips she stops. "Mine." She utters, tone dangerous and commanding. You whimper pathetically, "All mine."

[darkkryptonian]

Summary: Top Reader denies Natasha orgasm till they cannot.

A/N: Yed, this once again is written in an hour or so. No, you are not allowed to cum. P.S. this can be read as the next part of my youngest Stark installment or you know, a stand alone.

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You woke up with a familiar and pleasant weight on your chest. Natasha was grumbling softly about something in her sleep and you smiled. You pulled her closer to the chest almost on top of you, and she seemed to calm down a bit as your hands softly started caressing her unclothed back.

Her hold on you tightened when you accidentally brushed against the exposed part of her boob and you realized that she was waking up from her slumber.

You looked down to see her staring up at you, leaning on her arm.

“What are you doing?”

“The attempt was to try to get you to sleep better. But, now…”

You said, not stopping your hand from caressing her, but now focusing more on her intimate regions. She whimpered a bit as you pinched her already sensitive nipples from the activities of the previous night.

“I am sure I can make you cum like this.”

You said confidently as you kept softly pinching and caressing her. In a few minutes, she was a whimpering mess and you felt a wetness on your thigh where her pussy was.

You kept on teasing her for a few more minutes before stopping. She whimpered at the loss and you kissed her forehead.

“I don't want you to cum.”

You said softly in her ear and she looked at you with eyes widened. She knew what it meant. You did it before. It was torture and even though in the end it was all worth it, it was torture.

“No, no, no. We are not…”

But you gently brushed your thigh between her legs before she could continue and she closed her eyes. 

“You were saying?”

You asked, but she was lost in bliss, now riding your thigh. You moved her and yourself into a better position, and let her get wetter and wetter.

She started moaning your name loudly as she came closer and closer to an orgasm and just as she was about to cum, you picked her off of your thigh, stopping her from being able to get a release.

“No!”

She exclaimed in your arms, but you held her close to your chest and muttered sweet nothings in her ears to bring her down from her high.

She stopped whimpering and cursing in a few moments and looked up at you, hoping for something. But you had different plans. 

You softly bit down on her neck, creating a mark.

“Let's go eat breakfast.”

You stood up and offered your arm. She looked at you madly, but still took your arm and followed you to the kitchen. She was still entirely naked which she realized was your favorite outfit on her very early in the relationship.

You rolled up your sleeves and started prepping for breakfast while Natasha climbed on the counter right in front of you. 

She softly opened her legs and you shook your head focusing on the task at hand.

“Will you hand me that strawberry, Darling?”

She asked and you handed her a strawberry from the bunch as you focused on making the fruit salad. You heard a soft moan and your head turned in that direction. 

The scene in front of you makes you drop the knife in your hand on the cooking board. Natasha was inserting the strawberry inside her and enjoying the sensation. 

You let her. You watched her as she fucked herself with a strawberry.

“Whore.”

You said looking at her and she finally opened her eyes. She noticed you looking at her with your jaw dropped and she inserted the wet strawberry a bit deeper, whimpering at the contact.

But she knew there was no way to cum unless you permit her to. She couldn't. So, she kept on going looking at you with a plea.

“Keep going.”

You said and returned to the task at hand. You started cutting the fruit and listening to your very horny girlfriend fucking herself with a fruit.

In a few minutes, you realized her getting closer and getting ready to beg. But before she could, you put your open hand in front of her pussy.

“No.”

“But… Please.”

She whined, with almost tears in her eyes. You shook your head in a no and motioned for her to drop the strawberry in your hand.

She looked at you, your hand, and her core for a few minutes before pulling out the strawberry from herself and dropping it in your hand. You took a bite from the strawberry and moaned.

“Tangy.”

You said and she whimpered at your expressions as you ate the entire strawberry, throwing away the stem in the end. She clenched her thighs trying to get some friction.

“No.”

You ordered and she opened up her legs a bit.

“Good girl.”

You said and finally served the entire breakfast spread and carried Natasha to the dinner table. You sat with her on your lap and asked her to make plates for both of you. 

She made a plate for you both and you started eating, paying no mind to your girlfriend squirming on your lap. You placed a firm hand on her thigh to stop her from moving.

“Eat. You need it.”

She stopped and started eating. After you were done she took the plates to the sink and placed them in the dishwasher. 

Till she came back, you had your laptop in front of you. She maneuvered herself again on your lap and linked her arms behind your neck hiding her face in your neck.

You stopped typing for a moment and pulled her by her neck to kiss her. A few soft kisses turned into an intense make-out session for 10 minutes. After a minute, you opened your zip and teased her with the head of your packing choice of the day.

Her oversensitive pussy clenched at nothing as you kept teasing her. You held onto her throat before inserting the strap in her and she moaned loudly at the insertion. You kissed her softly again before finally pushing your entire pack inside of her and she started writhing and bit onto your shoulder to stop herself from screaming. You held her tightly to calm her down and kept kissing her.

After she calmed down a bit, you focused your attention on the work at hand. You had a few emails to respond to and a few meetings to attend for all of which your camera seemed to malfunction. 

You loved riling Natasha up whenever you were in a meeting. You intentionally adjusted yourself as soon as a meeting started. Every time you did it, she bit down hard on your shoulder trying to suppress her moans. 

Sometime during the afternoon, you were finally done with all your meetings. You deactivated all the systems and looked at the girl in your arms. 

You held her by her chin and started kissing her hard. You finally picked her up by her ass and stood up with her in your arms. She moaned loudly at the sudden movement inside her.

You couldn't wait anymore. So, you took her against a wall and started pushing yourself into her. You fucked her hard and fast.

“May I… Please…?”

She asked with tears in her eyes and you nodded. Giving her permission to cum.

“Say it, please.”

She requested and you looked at her.

“You may cum.”

Her hold on you tightened and she went entirely rigid before letting go. You felt a wetness running down your strap and pooling on the ground under you as she came again and again.

“That's my good girl.”

You praised her and finally moved toward the bedroom. She was whimpering at every small moment. As soon as you reached the room, you finally pulled yourself out of her and placed her on the bed.

You softly kissed her as she whimpered at the sudden loss. You went to the bathroom knowing she may not be in the mood for a bath after that intense session. 

You cleaned yourself up, chucked the pack onto the sink, and returned to your girlfriend with a warm wet towel and a small bucket of warm water. 

You started cleaning her up softly, paying extra attention to her battered pussy. She was hissing and moaning at every little touch, but let you clean her up properly. 

You then returned the rag and the bucket where it belonged before getting in the bed with Natasha and pulling her close to your chest.

“I love you, My love.”