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When it was brought up that your alpha’s wanted to present you as their omega to the world it only came naturally that Tony wanted to throw a party. He used any excuse to throw a party and you being shown to the world was no different. At first there would be a televised event with press being let into the party before it would be turned into a full blown party.
You were nervous to say the least. Parties weren’t really your thing and the fact that you would be shown across the world on live tv. You rub your swollen stomach as a new nervous habit. It’s one thing to be present as an omega to the avengers but it’s another when you're with pups already.
Arms wrap around you from behind. Hands sliding across your belly and then taking your hands in theirs. “Everything is going to be alright milaya.” Wanda’s soft voice whispers in your ear bringing a bit of comfort to your anxiety.
“I’m a bit scared, alpha.” You whisper.
Wanda holds you a bit tighter. “No one on this team will let anything happen to you.” You nod your head in understanding. You know she is right. Since you joined the pack you have seen how protecting the alpha’s of the pack can be over omega’s. None more than your own alpha’s.
“We’ve got you.” Nat’s voice breaks through as she wraps her arms around you and Wanda from behind. Your body relaxes more with both your alpha’s there to protect you. The mix of their scent easily calms the anxiety that was gnawing away at you.
“Thank you.” You lean further into Wanda.
“No need to thank us detka. You’re our mate. The mother to be, to our pups. We just want to make sure the world knows that you are ours.” Wanda kisses your shoulder. You close your eyes as you relish in their embrace.
Your eyes snap open as a voice cuts through your relaxed haze. “Alright time to put on a show.” Tony says as he comes behind the curtain. “When you hear your cue, I want you three to come out. Got it, good.” Just as easily as he slipped through the curtain he slipped back out. The three of you staying in your position for as long as possible. Until you had to go out and face the crowd.
The presentation went well. Nat and Wanda made sure that you were comfortable and safe the whole time. Luckily it went fast and you didn’t have to do anything other than stand there with your alpha’s as they answered any questions.
Now the party is in full swing. You stand off in the corner for a bit as a way to get away from the chaos. Some concern for your unborn pup with so many people around. Your alpha’s having been dragged away by Tony for some introductions of some sort. So you stay out of the way opting to sit in a chair while you wait for your alpha’s to return.
You’re nursing your water when a voice startles you a bit. “What’s this pretty little omega doing on her own.” Your eyes snap up to meet that of a taller looking man. He looks familiar to you. “Where are your alpha’s? Such a shame to leave a defenseless omega like yourself all alone.” His words make you uncomfortable. His presence seems familiar to you, until it dawns on you. He is a frequent customer to your bakery. Someone who has always given you the wrong kind of vibe. And you’re pretty sure you have seen him around at places you frequent, but maybe your mind is just playing tricks on you.
“They’ll be back soon.” You hide some of the concern in your voice as your eyes begin to scan the room for Nat and Wanda.
The man stalks closer. “If you were my omega I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.” He towers over you.
“I think I should be going to find my alphas now.” You get up quickly and try to move under his arm to get away but you aren’t fast enough. He grips onto you tightly making you yelp. “Let me go.” Your voice comes out as a bit of a growl. Something unexpected to you and the alpha. An instinct to protect your unborn pup coming over you.
What you don’t know is that Nat and Wanda heard your yelp. Their eyes going to you in the corner to see a man holding onto you. Wanda’s eyes flashing a dangerous red. She wants to toss him away from you but with his grip on you she can’t risk hurting you. Both women move through the crowd quickly to get to you. Their need to protect you taking over.
“I’m not letting you go. You should be mine.” His grip tightens on your sure to leave a mark behind. Something in you snaps as you bite down on his arm hard. He rips his arm back letting go. He looks down to see that you drew blood before looking back to you. “You fucking bitch.” Before you can even react, his hand slaps across your face. You can feel the spreading of a stinging burning sensation on your cheek.
You watch as magic wraps around him and tosses him into a wall and pinning him there. The wind being knocked out of him from how hard he hit the wall. A small crack forms behind him as Wanda pushes his body further in. He whimpers at the crushing feeling.
Hands cup your face gently. “Detka?” Your eyes meet that of Nat’s. Tears shining in your eyes.
“M’sorry.” Your voice is small as tears start to spill over.
Nat pulls you into her chest. “No need for that detka. You did so good.” You grip onto her tightly as the tears fall.
Wanda looks back at the both of you, more anger bubbling over seeing her omega frightened like that. Her attention went back to the other alpha. The weight of her magic crushing him, making it harder for him to breathe.
“Ple-please.” He wheezes out.
“You didn’t give my omega that chance.” Wanda stalks closer to him, getting right up to him. “No one hurts my omega and gets away with it.” Wanda seethes.
You pull your head back from Nat’s chest. “Wanda don’t.” Wanda turns back to you, her magic still holding him in place. “Let’s do this the right way. Please.”
Wanda can’t say no to you. She lessens the pressure on him but keeps him against the wall. “You’re lucky my omega is so forgiving. Her alpha’s on the other hand not so much. If you dare to think to come around her again you’ll be splattered like a bug against a wall. Do I make myself clear?” She says through gritted teeth.
The alpha wreaking of fear nods. The other avengers come to grab onto him as Wanda releases him from her hold. He lets out a large gasp of air and collapses in the hold of Bucky and Steve. “We’ll take care of him.” Steve nods to the three of you.
Wanda moves to you and Nat as soon as the man is dragged away. Wanda immediately checks you over. “Oh detka.” Her thumb lightly brushes over your lip. You hiss in pain before sticking your tongue out and licking over it. The metallic taste of blood hitting your tongue and the feeling of it being swollen. Making you realize that your lip was split from the slap.
“Let’s get you out of here.” Nat says as both of the alpha’s lead you out of the party. Taking you to your shared room. Quickly beginning to pamper you.
Wanda unzips the back of your dress helping it to slide down your body until it pools on the floor around your feet. Her nose wrinkles as the scent of the other alpha on your invaders her nostrils. Nat who is in front of you picking up on the smell. Without you even noticing they share a knowing look. The desire to scent you, reclaim you as their own taking over.
You gasp as Wanda’s lips connect with your shoulder. Nat joined in on the other side. Both begin to suck dark reddish purple marks onto your sink. Wanda’s hands gripping your hips from behind. “You are ours.” Wanda growls against your skin.
Your head luls back a bit onto Wanda’s shoulder behind you. “Yours.” The feeling of their lips on you has your mind going fuzzy.
They were going to reclaim you tonight. Freshen your mark. Make sure that everyone knows who you belong to. You are theirs and no one else's. They won’t let you forget that.
Nat places her hands behind your thighs and easily picks you up. Your swollen belly between you two. Her lips connect with yours as she carries you to the bed. You can already feel her hardened cock through her dress pants. Nat swallowing a whine from you. “So beautiful, filled with our pups.” She mumbles against your lips.
Nat lays you down on the edge of the bed. A possessive growl leaves her throat as she looks down at you. Her possessiveness takes over as she only manages to pull down her pants and boxers just far enough to let her cock spring free. She pushes your underwear to the side and slides in easily. Your walls sucking her in. “Mine.” She growls as she begins to fuck herself into you.
“Ours.” Wanda says as she crawls on the bed next to you. Having already ridden herself of her clothes. She slowly strokes her cock as she waits for you. Always being the patient one waiting for her turn to ruin you.
“Fuck ours.” Nat corrects. Her hips speed up causing you to moan out. “Always so fucking tight. Gonna fill you up even more. Gonna mark that pretty little neck of yours again.” You squeeze around her length at the thought of them marking you again. A reminder to the euphoric feeling the bites brought you before.
You whimper. “Please.”
Nat growls as she bruises her ned in your neck. Her hips never stop as she also begins to scent you. The scent of the other alpha being replaced with that of your alpha. Nat’s knot begins to swell and slam against your entrance. “Gonna fill you. So good. Ours. Only ours.” Nat grunts as her desperation to claim you once again takes full control.
You're both on the edge already. Nat’s knot is desperate to slip in and you're desperate to take it. “Need it.” You moan. “Wanna cum.” You buck your hips trying to force her knot to slip in.
With one powerful thrust you feel her knot slip inside. Nat’s teeth sinking into your healed over mark as she unloads her white hot cum inside of you. Your vision turns white as you squeeze her tight. Your orgasm washes over you. Your body burns with desire. Your orgasm is powerful as it takes over.
“Take it. Fucking take it.” Nat mumbles against your skin. Her tongue licks over the fresh mark that she made. Somehow still releasing more cum inside of you. But you don’t mind the feeling of being full of your alpha, one of your favorites. Her hips grinding into you to prolong both of your orgasms.
When you come down from your highs Nat’s hips stop. For now you two are connected until her knot goes down. You close your eyes as you wait. Relishing in the presence of your alpha’s. In the feeling of a more intense connection than before.
Nat slowly pulls out when her knot has gone down enough. You let out a whine at the empty feeling. The bed shifts as Wanda and Nat switch positions. “Shhh mega gonna fill you up again.” Wanda says as she situates herself between your legs.
Wanda isn’t as slow to push into you. Your already leaky and abused cunt ready for her. Her pace is fast from the beginning. Driving her hips into you at a fast pace. Moans easily slipping from your lips as you enjoy the fullness of your other alpha. “Ours.” Wanda growls.
Your panting as your orgasm builds quickly, still sensitive from your first one. Wanda’s building just as quickly. The light stroking she did as she waited made her ready to fill you. Feel as you cum all over her cock.
As the pleasure fills you, your mind goes blank. The only thoughts are of your alpha’s. The only noises you can make are whimpers and moans. Words failing as you feel yourself close to cumming again. But you don’t need words for your alpha’s to know your close. They know your body better than you know it yourself.
“You want to cum detka. Want me to mark you all over again.” Wanda growls as she leans down, her teeth grazing against your other mark. All you can do is nod at her words. Her knot is slamming against you. “Do it mega. Cum all over my cock.”
You do as she says as you let go. The gush gives Wanda’s knot what it needs to slip inside, as she does she sinks her teeth into your skin. Reclaiming you. The pleasure coursing through you as you feel Wanda’s cum joining Nat’s inside of you. Your mouth opens in a silent scream. Pleasure overwhelming you as your grip onto Wanda for dear life.
Wanda helps ride you through your orgasm. Both of you panting. In the same situation as before as you both wait for her knot to go down.
“Good girl. Our omega.” Wanda kisses your bite and then around it. You close your eyes in bliss. There is nothing better than the love of your alpha’s. Your protectors and loves.
“I love you both.” You whisper into the air. Tiredness taking over your body. You hear them both in unison as they reply with their love for you. You don’t need it, you can feel it but it always makes it better to hear it from them. Your perfect family soon to grow by one. Nothing could get better than this.
. ݁₊ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 . Natasha and you were the only 'constant' in each other's lives. poor you, to think you could get over her so easily.
. ݁₊ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 . smut! i am not responsible for your content consumption! — making out, g!p Natasha, guided masturbation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (p in v), choking, swearing, homesickness, fluff, reconciliation.
. ݁₊ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 . english isn't my first language (🇧🇷) so i apologize for any spelling errors. been in love w Nat for a damn long time — i've been away for a while, but turns out i can't really live without her. i miss my red so much :(
Natasha Romanoff rarely had the chance to see the same face twice. She saw a lot of people throughout her life — as a spy, as a superhero, or simply as Natasha. The thing is: it was unlike she would return to a place she’s been before. It wasn’t uncommon for her to be on the run. Thus, she traveled around the whole world, and saw thousands, millions of different faces. Destiny made sure not to let her cross paths with the same individual again. It wasn’t only the diversity of people that she witnessed, though. This woman saw the world. She knew life’s ups and downs, and at some point in her life, she just got used to the idea that it would forever be like this: boring. Boring experiences, boring women, boring men, boring relationships. Nothing was ever exciting, thrilling. It felt like she was advanced in time, and the rest of the world wasn’t following her. This wasn’t a complete lie, she got her maturity at a very young age, which made her pay the price now, in adulthood.
For a spy, the most important thing is to learn not to be caught off guard. But it seemed like life was never on Natasha’s side. And this time — it felt good. Oh, it felt so good.
At first, she didn’t want to get high hopes. It would be just another temporary friendship to help her pass time, nothing more. However, you managed to surprise the red haired Avenger in the best way possible. When she decided to spare a little time of her life and get to know you more, it was really mind-blowing the side of herself she discovered. She never thought she could actually be.. giddy. Like a silly, hopeless romantic girl. That is what she became whenever it was time to see you. She got excited. Actually excited. She couldn’t see through you, read your emotions or body language, like she did with other people; It was a natural thing, sometimes she didn’t even mean to do that. But you, something within you, kept her at bay. Like you effortlessly turned Natasha into a normal woman. Somebody who could love. Somebody that wasn’t raised and enhanced to be a killer. Not that you went through anything like she did, but you weren’t naive. You showed her that people didn’t necessarily have to be traumatized to be aware of things, of reality, of the surroundings. And for her, you’re the most beautiful person in the whole world. Inside and out. She adored you.
Opening up was never easy. Revealing the broken parts of herself wasn’t like having a simple chat. But patience is a virtue and thankfully, you followed that say just fine. Little by little, the secrets came out. Most of the parts you already knew — it’s not like she wasn’t a worldwide known superhero. What you mostly had to acknowledge were her feelings, the point of view of the little girl who was experiencing it all, and becoming a strong woman, with built up walls around her heart. Doing that was no problem. Natasha couldn’t be more thankful.
She couldn’t be more infatuated. More in love.
She’d always remember that one day: in the bar with her team, and you — chattery, music, tons of drinks and laughter. Stolen glances. Stomach butterflies, wild. The moment Clint pulled Laura a little closer to himself, and Tony kissed Pepper’s cheek. How she used that as an excuse to pull you into her lap. Your breath getting labored. Eyelashes gently fluttering, to the point she could count them. Your gentle yet tight grip on her shoulders. Your goddamn eyes staring right into hers. And the part where everything would change: her own bodily reactions to all those little details about you. When you restlessly shifted on her lap, quietly gasping when something poked you through your dress. Eyes going wide at the bulge showing on her black jeans.
From that point on, you belonged to her.
Or so, she thought.
The sex was great, but she was in conflict — she couldn't tell if the only reason for it to be that enjoyable was because you were both tipsy, almost drunk, or if it was really meant to be that way. It felt right, yes, to have you in her arms like this — naked, piles of discarded clothes laying by her bed.. the sound of your quiet snoring as you cuddled into her. It was also a relief to her. To have someone care for her, desire her, after so long, after forever. The night had been amazing. She was a mature woman anyway, wasn't she? She could sort her feelings out without messing up everything.
Wrong. By the morning, everything would change.
You stared at her as she got up and got dressed again, eyes still a little blurry from sleep, eyebrows ceasing into a small confused frown. "You're not staying?" you'd ask, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, bringing up the sheets to cover your unclothed body. "Ugh, my head hurts like hell,"
"Got things to do." she simply answered, cradling the side of your face and kissing your forehead. You could swear the look on her face was.. apologetic. She tilted her head towards the nightstand, where some aspirin and water waited for you. "Take these. I'll text you later."
"Okay.." you mumble, disoriented. As she leaves, you reach out, shoving the aspirin in your mouth and downing the pills with water. Was there something you were missing? Because all you could remember was how good her hands felt on you, the way they wrapped around you neck while she—
You shook your head, lying down again, and closing her eyes. All the fun and pleasure you had been given from the previous night was slowly vanishing and being replaced by a feeling of uncertainty and confusion. Natasha was an enigmatic person, okay, but you thought you knew her better. She had no reason to leave you just like that, especially when she had already vented about all her past experiences, flaws and failures. Nah, it was probably nothing, you were overthinking. Perhaps she indeed had something important to take care of. You closed your eyes as fatigue took over, and slept for a little bit more.
Natasha went back to her apartment — one of her apartments, and for the whole day, her thoughts ran like crazy. Her emotions were all over the place. She had just fucked her best friend, the one person she felt comfortable and at ease with. She considered her feelings carefully; this.. dinamic, between you two, had not been platonic for a considerable amount of time. But not being platonic doens't necessarily means being romantic. It could either be love, or lust. What happened the day before was carnal, once the two of you were way too much in a drunken haze to actually feel anything.
And, like always, Natasha didn't want to think about falling in love. She felt scared just by thinking about this. It was a new territory, one she wasn't willing to deep dive in. So she took her phone and deeply sighed, opening her chat with you.
"Yesterday was fun. But I need some time. I don't think this can work. Hope you're doing okay. xx"
That text just completely shattered you.
You had no idea what you did wrong. It was not like Natasha was pushing you away forever — but while being with her, the only thought running through your mind was: I wanna be with her. I wanna explore this with her. And Natasha didn't give a single sign that she thought the opposite. You felt... disappointed. With yourself and her. For hoping.
Yeah, getting involved with an ex kgb Avenger killer spy probably wasn't the best idea.
You wouldn't simply forget everything you shared together, so the easiest way here not to create a big tension was.. being fake. The two of you weren't stupid, you were aware of the unspoken feelings going on. But what happened that night should not happen again. So your friendship was what prevailed. A friendship like the start. But obviously, with a few changes. Natasha and you didn't lose touch — on the contrary, you were closer than ever. You spoke and flirted (a lot), but with one small rule, a rule that you subconsciously added to this.. situationship. No feelings involved. It would be singularly that. Friends, some casual hookups, and nothing else.
It didn't last, because that's not what you both wished, longed for.
Little by little, this turned boring again. Not that you were the boring one and she just didn't realize this before. Far from that. The thing was: Natasha and you were supressing your feelings, consequently, supressing all the thrill, the delicious tension that hanged in the air whenever she, once again, crossed paths with you. The russian wanted nothing more than just grab you and kiss you hard, pour all the emotions that she kept bottled up throughout her life into the kiss. But unfortunately, she couldn't. She had a duty to fullfil, as someone born, destined to save the world.
And with all of this, you and her settled a distance. You with your previous and trivial life, and her, saving little girls from bad guys, and bringing down cats from tall trees. It was truly shocking: one day, you lived for Natasha Romanoff. She was your everything and everything you'd ever want. In a blink of an eye, it ended. You followed your paths, like two completely different people, with different purposes.
Right person, wrong time.
Fool her, to think she could get over you that easily. Poor you, to try and put that inside of your head as well.
Sometimes, when normally doing daily tasks, you would catch yourself thinking about her — when you were going to watch TV and put your legs on the coffee table, instead of simply sitting. It was an habit of hers. Or when eating something with peanut butter. It was her favourite late night snack. When it rained. She liked to watch the rain. With somebody else's hands on you. It wasn't right. It was never right to have somebody else touch you. You were constantly thinking about your life before things with her changed — the memories brought comfort, a sense of nostalgia.. at some point, you weren't living in the present anymore. Just faking. Faking your feelings. Pretending it was okay to let her go.
This woman ruined you for everything and everyone else.
Natasha could relate to that. In a life that could be resumed in one word: a 'whirlwind' of a life, and you were her only 'constant' among all of this... she couldn't bear this anymore.
So she made an important decision.
The decision was today.
Today: she'd take you out again, praying that, if not reconciliation, she wanted at least to say everything she had to say. Because if life taught her one thing, was to make choices that she wouldn't regret in the future. And it was damn right she would regret choosing not to meet you tonight.
Sitting in the stool of the bar, in a more secluded corned, her eyes followed your figure as you approached — purse hanging on your shoulder, dress exposing your back and a little bit of your waist, eyes so awfully soft and gentle as you looked at her. It wasn't fair. A pang of guilt hit her hard. Oh, she regretted letting that go. She wanted you to be mad at her. But you were not. She shakily rises to her feet to kiss your cheek as you stand in front of her, thankfully not stumbling. Your eyes lock again, already in a trance. Just like that other day.
"How are you doing?" you ask. Natasha could cry. She missed that voice everyday. "Did I take too long? I'm sorry."
"No, no. Don't worry." she swallows hard. You both sit on the stools by the countertop. When the bartender comes, the redhead dismisses him. She wanted the two of you sober for this. "I'm... so much better now that you're here, honestly. How about you?"
"Amazing." you chuckle, tilting your head to the side and watching her. She didn't change a bit. Hair braided, black jeans, leather jacket. That was your Natasha. "I didn't expect you calling me here, to be honest..—"
"Me neither." she admits, in a whisper. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, eyes involuntarily starting at your mouth. She sighs and looks into your eyes. "But I had to... I can't get you off my mind."
Her sincerity never fails to amaze you. With each second that passes, the butterflies in your tummy return, to remind you of the past — feelings and sensations resurfacing. You bite on your bottom lip and look around the bar, quickly scanning to see if there was anybody paying attention to the two of you. Maybe a few eyes here and there, which didn't linger. Everyone else was too busy minding their own business — and it's not like you'd care if someone was staring anyway. Natasha turned some heads. You felt greedy for that. You were the one having her. The only one having her.
"You live in my head rent free, Natasha." you tell her, voice having a sultry edge to it. You slowly stand, walking closer.
You take her hands and open her arms — making it possible for you to straddle her thigh. She tenses almost immediately. Her head tilts up to stare into your eyes, arms circling your waist to keep you close, where she wanted. You shake your head when you see a small frown between her eyebrows — lips pressing against that small spot, coaxing a little exhale of hers. She missed you. Everyday. Every minute. She wanted that respect and care all the time.
"What are we even doing here?" she whispers, so quietly you almost can't hear it. Her hands cup your waist and gently roam up and down your sides, palms brushing against your bare skin every now and then, all thanks to the waist slits of your dress. Your face leans closer to hers, noses bumping — the smallest of touches, making you both crave what you once had. "Why didn't I just invite you to my place right away?"
"I don't know. Why didn't you?" you raise one eyebrow, fingertips caressing her jawline. Her hands give your waist a squeeze — and you almost moan. She swore she could hear it. It replayed in her head, the beautiful sounds you made for her. She wanted to hear them again. She was going to make you sound like that again.
It wasn't just a physical thing — your body and mind craved her touch, her presence, so much that just the mere thought of being on her bed again got you soaked. She felt something wet through the rough fabric of her jeans, and that got her brain spinning. She fell for you hard. So painfully hard.
"Let's get out of here," she groans, hands firmly grabbing your thighs and lifting you up — wrapping your legs around her waist and carrying you out the pavement. Her hardness pressed right against your core — you blushed, hiding your face on her shoulder, wrapping your arms around her neck.
In a heartbeat, you were back at your house.
Your place, because it was the fastest way, when taking the cab. No words were exchanged, not yet. The aching, burning need had to be taken care of first — before properly talking. Your back hits the wall hard as Natasha pushes you against it — her body trapping you between herself and the hard surface — hands hardly, possessively holding you by the hips. Desperately, even. Making sure you wouldn't slip away from her grasp. Her lips dance with yours, tentatively, yet naturally, tongues tasting one another after what felt like centuries. She felt so good, tasted so good.
"Nat..—" you moan against her lips, having her bottom lip trapped between your teeth, then releasing it. Your forehead against hers, eyes soft and filled with desire. Your hands hold her cheeks, traveling to her jaw. Needily, you press kisses to the side of her throat, breathing shaky, heart hardly thrumming. "I never stopped thinking about you..."
"Yeah?" she hums, grabbing the hem of your dress and lifting it up, bunching the fabric by your hips. Her fingers hook around the elastic of your panties and pull them down, pooling around your feet — making you gasp, and pull away from her neck. Eyes wide open. The air hits your heat, making you needier for her.
You almost mewl.
"God, I need you." Natasha utters. She grabs you again and smashes her lips against yours once more, now with so much more passion, more need, more anxiety. Her bulge presses against your now unclothed wetness, coaxing a tiny cry of need out of you. You breathlessly pull away from her, reaching down and fumbling with the buttons of her jeans — until she stops you.
"No—"
"Quiet." she shushes, maneuvering you back, until your body hits the mattress. She climbs onto the bed and stays in a kneeling position, hungrily taking you in. Messy, needy, all for her. Sober, like she wanted planned from the first time. "That dress goes off."
Her voice is commanding, yet not harsh — and her eyes betray her a little. Her eyes are almost pleading, that it is clear how much she needs this. To have you all to herself, to show you how much she wants that. Her underwear becomes even more tight as she sees your trembling fingers, pulling the dress over your head and tossing it aside, lips parted. Just by her look, you can tell she wants the bra off, too. So you reach behind your back and grants her silent wish, breasts now exposed to her sight.
"There you are..." she moans to herself, shamelessly taking in the sight of you. You're a work of art. With her hand, she coaxes your knees open, and parts your legs. "My... you're so wet. So perfectly wet."
"You're still with a lot on.." you quietly complain, feeling hot and shy at the same time. But her gaze is enough to wipe away the confusion from your eyes. She had a plan.
"Touch yourself for me." she breathes out.
Your eyes briefly widen with the unexpectedness of this statement. You had certainly done this before — touched yourself thinking of her — but the idea of showing this, while she watched, never crossed your mind. But it wasn't an unpleasant idea. It was actually... hot. Sensual. They darken, pupils blown wide as you make yourself comfortable against the pillows, eyelids fluttering as your legs spread a little more, palm resting on your stomach, then moving down. Deliberately, it reaches your sex, a shakily sigh leaving your lips when your middle and ring finger collect some of the slick coat covering your sensitiveness, using it to slowly rub your clitoris, getting you to gasp louder.
"Natasha..." you whisper, eyes falling close, thoughts wandering.
Wandering back to the start — when you first discovered your feelings for her, then the climax, when you both got in bed due the alcohol — then the aftermath, when you needed her so much, felt so alone at night, that your fingers were the only solution. Little wet sounds echo within the room as you rub circles on yourself, applying just the right amount of pressure, that it doesn't take long for the pit in your stomach to manifest itself.
"Faster." Natasha rasps out, taking her jacket and quickly throwing it away. She pulls her tank top over her head, then undo the buttons of her jeans — leaving the bed, just so she can get rid of all the uncomfortable fabric, and climbing it again. She crawls closer to you — eyeing you as you worked on your pussy, her hands caressing your thighs, adding to the stimulation.
"Please...!" you whimper, doing as you're told — rubbing yourself faster — slipping one of your fingers inside your entrance, almost cumming, that quickly. "Please, I need you..!"
"I need you too," she moans to herself, and harshly grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away. You moan loudly in protest — Natasha wouldn't tease you. Not today, when you both needed each other so much. She discards her undergarments, finally — groaning as she's set free. Your eyes lock on her hard length, which was practically hitting her abs now.
"Put it inside me." you beg, grabbing her shoulders to pull her closer. She hovers over you, bracing herself on her forearms, on each side of your body. Your fingernails gently graze her back. Natasha was feeling so much, so much more than she ever felt. Your eyes were sparkling so much, like you were crying — shimmering with the depth of your adoration for her. You grab her cheeks and press your lips to hers, in a gentle peck. Knowing her past, she didn't have to explain her reasons for what had happened. She was scared before, and you respected. "Go on. Love me."
She couldn't wait no longer. She lowers her forehead to your shoulder and places her hands on your hips — her chest against yours, as she lined herself with your hole, effortlessly pushing inside. Stretching you out, like she once did. Having the chance to hear that delicious sounds again.
"You're mine... shit," she groans, rolling into you gently, getting you used to the feeling first. You're so tight, so perfect around her. Natasha's overwhelmed. Her hands press against the base of your throat, squeezing firmly, yet leaving enough room for air. She's so hot. "That pussy is mine. You're mine. You're all mine—"
"Yes," you moan, wrapping your legs around her middle. You wouldn't take long to come tonight. Maybe she'd make you come over and over. She rocks into you, pace not too slow, not too fast. Just right. The right tempo to bring you both the pleasure and connection you so much needed. "Mhm.. fuck, Nat, missed your cock,"
"You're gonna take it over and over—" she comments — kissing your shoulder, roaming her hands up your body, her right palm cupping your breast and giving it a firm squeeze. Your head lolls back, mouth opening to allow a satisfied moan out. "I'm never fucking letting you go again,"
She accelerates, pulling almost all the way out just to slam back into you again — feeling her climax approach. She moves her mouth close to your ear and moans — her own sounds now mixing with yours.
"Natasha...! Fuck, you feel soo good," you gasp, a wave of pleasure washing over you as you get closer. She takes the hint immediately, cupping the back of your knee and pushing it up, allowing her a better angle. "Ah, gimme more,"
"My greedy girl," she groans, her head tilting back. Her cock twitches inside of you — precum already painting you white. She glanced down at where your folds swallowed her, eyes darkening impossibly more. "You're so goddamn tight... 'm not gonna last, moya krasivaya malysha,"
"Okay.. 'ts okay... Cum with me..." you beg her, tangling your fingers into her red strands of hair, pulling her down more, so her forehead rests against yours — the eye contact increasing the intimacy of the moment. She didn't know what to expect now. Didn't know what to think. Only that she had to fill you up.
"C'mon.. nhg, darling.. c'mon.. cum around me," she encourages, feeling her own legs shake as her orgasm washed over her.
She grabbed your hips hard and slammed into you — once, twice, three times, filling you up with her hot release. You squeezed your eyes shut as your body shuddered forwards, breasts pressing against her own as a long, strangled moan flowed out of you, nails digging into her back, pressing her body against yours as you finished. Your walls clenched around her cock, swallowing her more, not allowing her to pull away just that. "God.. I love you!"
Natasha blinks, not sure if she heard right. Her heart squeezes in her chest, arms wrapping around your body. Her back hits the bed and she flips you on top of her, still inside of you — but now, her member softened. The adrenaline was running wild, but you had calmed down a little bit. Just a little. Because this time, it wasn't pure sex. It was lovemaking.
Your face is buried in her chest as she brings up the covers, creating a cocoon of warmth around you. She buries her face into your hair and inhales deeply, staying silent. Just to process things.
"I love you, too. So so much." she murmurs into you hair. She felt terrified to say this. But once you're someone who she already showed her scars to, it's not that bad anymore.
"You do?" you ask expectantly, feeling tired, drowsy. Natasha smiles at that. She feels her eyes burning with heavy emotion. She nods.
"Yes... I love you so much." she confirms, softly stroking her hair, brushing some strands away from your sweaty forehead. "And I want you to be mine. Will you be mine?"
"You're asking me to be your girlfriend after the sex?" you chuckle quietly, but happiness was evident in your voice. Now you could sleep at peace. The first night of rest you'd have in a long time. In the arms of the woman you cherished, worshipped.
Natasha had won now. She was so fucking relieved. All because of a phrase.
"Of course I will, you idiot."
"I'm never, ever, ever letting you go again." the room is messy, smell of sex lingering around you. But now things were sorted out. By the morning, you could have a more direct, serious conversation. For now, you'd rest together, wrapped up in each other's arms, like it was always meant to be.
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