Idiots in love, jealousy, denial, oral sex, reader on top of Natasha, spit in the mouth, spanking, bathroom sex, teasing, in front of the mirror, in the shower.
English is not my first language.
If jealousy could kill, Natasha would be six feet under. It all started with a discomfort in Natasha's chest. Every time she felt it, she would leave the place and go to her room to take a hot bath or go to the gym.
Charli was a SHIELD agent who was rising too fast for Natasha's liking. The worst part was that she couldn't even demand anything because the two of them were just friends. And that term haunted her in a terrifying way. Friends, only friends. A lie!
That morning, almost everyone was gathered for breakfast, as some were about to begin training and others were going about their routine tasks. When Natasha entered the kitchen, her green eyes focused on something that almost made her turn around and leave.
You were already there, but next to you was Charli, who had her best smile reserved only for you. And you were smiling back as you enthusiastically and energetically told her something.
Charli was the same age as you, 27, intelligent and resilient. She was exceeding all the agents' expectations, which is why she was transferred to spend two months at the complex training with the best.
You didn't even notice the redhead's arrival, and that bothered her quite a bit. She tried to ignore it, but the last straw for her was when her coffee ran out and she had to watch Charli pour you more coffee and offer you another sandwich, which you accepted with a smile.
She felt a tightness in her chest and refused to look for the reason. Ironically, Charli was supposed to be training with her that day. Unfortunately for Charli, or perhaps for her sanity.
You noticed Natasha in the kitchen and smiled at her, a radiant smile that made your dimples quite visible. "Good morning, Nat," you said, turning your body towards the spy's. She only murmured a greeting and returned the smile, a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Your smile faded slowly, and you stood up, making the excuse that you were late for your morning appointments, and said goodbye to Charli with a hug and the promise of lunch at the Italian restaurant you're obsessed with.
Natasha didn't hold back, not even close. She didn't even wait for Charli to recover before making her move. The girl was visibly nervous and awkward for the first time in her entire training. She sensed something was wrong, but didn't know what it was. To her, Natasha was just having a difficult day, or perhaps she was testing her limits to see if she would give up on training at the complex.
"One minute, I beg you," Charli stretched her arms toward Natasha as she tried to regulate her panting breath. She hated this training with the Black Widow. She knew she was training with the best in the world, and the best in the world wasn't making it easy for her.
"Your enemies won't wait a minute for you to recover, agent," the redhead's voice was harsh. Natasha stepped away from Charli and walked toward her water bottle.
"Sorry, I just wasn't prepared," Charli defended herself, already getting up from the floor and walking towards the bench. "Your opponent isn't going to wait for you to be ready, especially if you're trying to take something that belongs to him." The atmosphere grew tense; even Steve, who was punching a heavy bag, stopped and stared at Natasha with a raised eyebrow.
"But let's not dwell on that, darling," Natasha smiled at Charli and approached her. The girl blinked once, and her heart raced; it wasn't the kind of heartbeat you get when your love is approaching. She felt like Natasha was a lioness and she was prey about to be torn apart right there, in front of Captain America. "Especially since you have lunch waiting for you, and it's almost time," the redhead stopped a few steps from the agent and stretched out her arm, which grazed Charli. Natasha grabbed her gym bag and left with the energy of someone who had left a very clear warning. Stay away.
When the doors closed, Charli released the breath she didn't even know she was holding. "She's intense," she said, looking at Steve, who was still watching everything, already having an idea of what was happening. "She's Natasha," he replied, and went back to his exercise on the punching bag.
Lunch between you and the agent went smoothly. The funny thing was that neither of you saw the relationship as having romantic intentions. It was just a very close friendship, perhaps even too close for other people to see.
The week went by, and every time you tried to talk to Natasha, she was vague, as if she wasn't in the mood to interact, and you respected that and withdrew. Because of this, the pajama nights, trips to the movies, and dinners started to involve a new person. Instead of Natasha, it was Charli who accompanied you on all of these occasions.
Natasha was already busy trying to get rid of the feeling. Passion? Jealousy? Concern? It wasn't any of that, well, that's what she told herself. She lied in front of the mirror, she lied in her thoughts when she passed by with her arms intertwined with the new girl. Until one night of wine and games that Tony organized. It was a Friday when everyone was gathered.
You were wearing simple, comfortable clothes. Natasha was playing with the wine in her hand while Steve and Clint were playing a spy game. Even distracted, she won. She looked at you and you were laughing while playing Uno with Charli, Kate, and Yelena. The redhead rolled her eyes and looked at Yelena, who was already staring at her sister with a raised eyebrow. She just shook her head and went back to focusing on her next round of the game.
At the end of the night, Charli said goodbye with a hug and a kiss on the forehead. She said she needed to wake up early the next day but that the night had been pleasant. You smiled and wished her goodnight, and as soon as she left, Clint called you over to sit with them. You stood up with a smile and sat right in front of the redhead, next to Steve.
Natasha looked at you with an amused expression, a feigned amusement. "Has your girlfriend already gone to sleep?" When she said that, the atmosphere at the table changed. "Who? Charli? She's just a friend," you said, frowning and feeling a strange sensation.
Clint and Steve exchanged glances and got up from the table, muttering apologies that they were going to find someone.
"I thought you two were practically living together by now, with all the time you spend dating," she said, giving you an intense look. "Natasha, I don't understand you," you said, taking a deep breath. "First you act weird around me for days, and now you're asking stupid questions." She gave a fake smile, and you continued, "You're a spy. You should know I have nothing to do with her besides a new friendship." With that, you got up from the table and left the room.
Natasha realized her mistake immediately and went after you. Her steps were quick, and when you realized you were being followed, you started walking faster. Until she got into the elevator with you. Something you hated.
"Stop following me"
"We need to talk properly," she said, still keeping her distance from you, even though she knew you were angry with her.
"Talking about how fucking weird you are?", you replied, rolling your eyes and wanting to cry, but you held back the tears as much as possible. "I'm sorry, I thought that..."
"You were wrong, Natasha," her heart was racing. "You're a spy, you're a queen of body language, and you didn't realize what I never really hid?" you approached her with faltering steps. "Natasha, it's always been you, damn it, I hate myself so much for loving you."
That was a slap in the face for the redhead. You confessed your feelings. But you were only her friend.
The elevator arrived at your floor and you walked out, your legs trembling and your heart pounding. But Natasha didn't even let you touch the doorknob. She grabbed your arm and pulled you into a kiss.
Their lips met in a way that felt like fireworks were being launched into your soul. You didn't pull away, you didn't stop her, you opened up, giving her tongue space to explore your mouth.
She slowly stepped back and looked into your eyes; you blinked slowly and smiled.
Everything happened so fast. The wine was in her system, and it was taking effect. You invited her in, and when you closed the door, she pinned you against it, her breathing already heavy. Her pussy was already getting wet.
She looked at you with such intensity. A hunger of someone who couldn't wait any longer. "Damn," Natasha sniffed your neck before giving it a light bite. "I've waited so long for this, waited so long," "My love, I've always loved you."
"I love you too, Natasha," you said, stealing a kiss from her, and added something that made Natasha completely surrender to you.
"Then eat me up real good"
She threw you onto the bed and in seconds you were both naked. You arched your back, your pussy touching her abdomen. You were both dying of lust and pent-up desire that had been building for years.
Natasha wasn't wasting any time; she needed you, she needed to taste you in her mouth. She needed to know what it felt like to have your pussy on her tongue.
She kissed you passionately before moving down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and light bites wherever she went.
When she reached your pussy, she left a wet kiss right on your clitoris, which made you moan and raise your hips. Natasha looked at you, her eyebrows already furrowed and her gaze affectionate.
"It is good too?"
You simply nodded and let out a very low, seductive moan.
Natasha looked at her pussy and their lips touched as if she'd been starving for years. It was magical, something natural. Her tongue and her pussy. It was as if they were destined for this, the sensation was inexplicable. And you came in less three minutes, unable to hold back.
Natasha waited for her spasms to subside before the next step. She lay down on the bed and sat you on her stomach. You'd always had a crush on her; she'd always caught you staring at her abs during some workouts, but she was so oblivious.
You stared at her and she gave a sly smile. She placed one hand on your waist and the other on your butt, and you started rubbing against her, desperately, eye to eye. You placed both hands on her shoulders. Your breasts were bouncing, her breasts were swaying. You were so close and it was embarrassing to yourself to orgasm for the second time in such a short time. And she wasn't being gentle this time; the hand that was on your butt was slapping hard, leaving the marks of the black widow's fingers on you.
"Come for me," she moaned in a hoarse, needy voice, and you came on her abdomen. But you didn't even have time to recover this time because Natasha had already turned you over. Your back hit the mattress.
It was nonstop sex and you were loving it. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, and when she touched your pussies, it felt like stepping into the ocean.
Natasha arched her back; you were underneath, still sensitive, but the wine was making you a desperate slut. So you started rubbing against her, and she responded slowly, fitting perfectly after a few seconds.
Their bodies were in a dance. She was in control; you gave her control.
Full of lust and need, she brought her left hand to her cheeks, Natasha opened her mouth and you stuck your tongue out. She spat into your mouth and you swallowed with a moan. Sweaty, wet and desperate. With one more thrust she came inside your pussy, with a hoarse and delicious moan that you would die to hear again.
Her face was already flushed from the heat in the room. She gently guided you to the bathroom. Strands of red hair were stuck to her forehead with sweat, and some of yours were also pressed against your cheek.
The bathroom was white, with modern architecture of the highest possible quality. A huge mirror was attached to the wall, connected to the vanity unit.
She positioned you facing the mirror. Your breathing was still a little heavy from the previous orgasms. Natasha had a smile on her face, and you had an expression of someone who had been destroyed but was still ready for more.
Their naked bodies touched. You had the natural reaction of sticking your butt out, finding her still-wet vagina even more exposed.
Her breathing was heavy, right on your neck. She didn't suckle right away; she ran her nose all over your neck, as if following your veins. Your body was in a kind of shiver you'd never felt before.
Lust, desire, anticipation, passion, and surrender. That's what was happening between the two of you.
She placed a kiss on your right shoulder, and you tilted your head slightly to the side. After the kiss, she cupped your left breast with one hand, while the other rested on your waist. With that, she licked the same spot where her nose had touched seconds before.
"Natasha...", you couldn't take it anymore. This was worse than before. And she didn't even respond to your desperate, longing moan.
She moved away from you and leaned forward slightly. Natasha looked at your perfectly pert bottom facing her. She smiled when she saw the marks of her finger.
You looked her straight in the eyes through the mirror. And your gaze shifted the moment she looked at you. With that, she grabbed your hair at the nape of your neck and twisted it into an improvised hairstyle. Natasha brought her face closer to the mirror, and you stared at yourself.
"Look at yourself, princess," you nodded slightly. "You look beautiful like that," your face was covered in sweat, traces of Natasha's saliva mixed with the wetness of your vagina. You were a mess.
Her pussy was still wet, her body still arched, and so she took two fingers and penetrated her pussy at an angle that made it impossible not to let out a loud moan. But she just kept thrusting and didn't move an inch.
Her mouth was in a perfect O and her eyes were closed. Natasha knew exactly what she was doing, so without waiting another second she started fucking you hard in a way that you didn't care about the incoherent moans coming from your mouth. Desperate moans.
Her hand gripped the sink tightly, her backside was sticking out nicely, and there wasn't a shred of shame in that bathroom.
And she ate you up deliciously with a smile on her face.
Just as you were about to climax, she stopped, and you let out a frustrated groan and looked at her with a frustrated expression, but she grabbed your waist and led you to the shower. She turned it on, and as the water began to fall, Natasha kissed you hungrily. You reciprocated and began rubbing your wet, aching pussy against her.
Natasha pushed you against the wall in a position where your back was split between the shower stall and the wall. She lifted your leg, which was resting against the other wall, and bit your right breast hard. Without wasting another second, she again inserted two fingers into your vagina at an angle that made your eyes roll back. She was fucking you hard, while holding you to prevent you from falling.
You had your arms wrapped around her neck, your head thrown back, exposing her neck. She didn't know where to look—whether to look at your neck, which was beckoning to her, at your bouncing breasts, or at your swollen pussy engulfing her fingers. You looked incredibly sexy in that position, and with a cry, you came for the last time.
I’m unsure which one-shot to post next. I’m torn between two that I’m writing. The first one is pure anguish. Natasha gets trapped in a time loop within the multiverse where she has to watch her fiancée die in different ways and probabilities, but it has a happy ending!!!
The second is Natasha realizing her feelings for the Reader, and she starts to feel jealous of some of the Reader’s other friendships. Then, after a game night at the tower, they finally confess their feelings.
I’m also open to requests. I need to keep my mind occupied during the free time I have to write, because my routine has been pretty crazy lately.
Smut, punishment, orgasm denial, reader being a brat and getting what she deserves
Words: 2560
It all started when Kate called you on Wednesday night in the middle of a dinner with Natasha. The day had been exhausting for both of you. She had been working on cases since early morning, and you left college late.
You declined the call and continued talking to her about your day. On the third time Kate called, Natasha let out an irritated sigh and told you to answer it. When Kate started talking, Natasha rolled her eyes, and you said that you were currently having dinner with your girlfriend. It wasn't an emergency; it was an invitation to a college party that was going to take place on Friday.
When you hung up the phone, Natasha’s voice filled the silence.
"No” the tone of voice was superior, cold, and authoritative. "But I didn't say anything, Nat" you blinked your eyes with a false innocence that she knew all too well. And you weren't stupid; of course, your girlfriend wasn't going to let you go to a college party. Drinks, drugs, and many people bumping into each other and trying to dance by rubbing against one another.
"I know your every thought, kitty” the serious expression melted away and gave way to a smirk the typical smile she gave you when she knew she was going to win.
"I just wanted to have some fun. I'm a twenty-two-year-old; I should be out with my friends on a night off” the spoiled posture soon appeared on your face and in your speech.
"Your night off with friends is only for movie nights, bars, and restaurants, not at a party full of drugs where students have sex in bathrooms or by the pool area” you took a deep breath and rolled your eyes at the same time you brought a dessert spoon to your mouth.
"Subject closed, honey” Natasha gave the final word before they changed the subject.
You weren't going to start a silly argument in the middle of dinner with your girlfriend. The truth was that you didn't have the slightest intention of going out to a party. Your party would be private, with Natasha. So you decided to get up to no good. By the weekend you would regret it well, maybe you would regret it.
The rest of the dinner went smoothly. She explained a corporate case to you that she was working hard on. You listened intently to every word. At the end of the night, she dropped you off at your building. After all, the relationship had to respect your father's rules, which were two: do not lose focus on college and only sleep at the girlfriend's house on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and holidays.
Before you got out of the car, your body met hers. The redhead inhaled the scent of your neck one last time for the day before pulling away and giving you a kiss. A wet goodbye kiss.
"Good night, my love, I love you”, you said after the kiss was broken. "Stay safe, I love you, my kitty” she replied, and you gave Natasha a kiss on the nose before finally leaving the car. As always, she waited for you to go inside before she could leave.
Before sleeping, you talked via video call. Normal for every night. However, your mind was already trying to think of a way to have incredibly exciting and dirty sex on Friday.
On Thursday, your routine was the same. School, college, and a visit to the candy store with Kate. During your conversation with your friend, you made it clear that you had no intention of going to the party since your weekend was always sacred because you spent it with the most beautiful woman in the world. But you had a plan to get something this weekend. It would be dangerous, but you would do everything to make it worth it.
Around 4:00 PM, Natasha sent a message warning that she would pick you up at 7:00 PM for dinner. But you said you didn't feel like going out and asked her to come to your house since your parents were traveling, you were alone, and you had dismissed the chef.
Natasha arrived, and you dragged her to the kitchen, saying you really wanted to eat something sweet. "Love, today we are both going to make a chocolate cake with plenty of chocolate on top” you said, wrapping your arms around the redhead's neck and giving her a kiss on the mouth and another on the cheek.
When you ended up saying "we” it meant that only you would make it and she would just stay watching because, in the middle of the process, she gave up trying to help you and went to order food for the two of you to eat before the cake.
The night was peaceful, and you even got to watch a movie together. You had dinner and then ate the cake. You watched the movie even though, in the middle of it, you jumped onto her lap and stayed there kissing.
On Friday, the plan began. You woke up early and hydrated your hair, leaving it with a great lightness. You did very basic makeup, took a photo, and posted it. At college, everyone was talking about the party that was happening that night, and messages started appearing in Natasha's private inbox supposedly innocent comments that everyone was talking about the party, and that Kate couldn't stop thinking about the outfit she would wear. She didn't even respond to those messages.
In the afternoon, you stopped sending messages and went home. In front of the closet, you mapped out all the clothing options you would wear that night. A very short skirt, a very short dress, high-heeled boots that would kill just by stepping on someone. In the end, you chose the very short skirt with a slightly transparent top with straps. To finish, black high heels.
But of course, you weren't going to the party; the party would come to you.
At 6:30 PM, Natasha said she would pick you up in half an hour, since it was normal for you to leave home on Friday and return either on Monday morning or after college.
—Tasha, unfortunately, I won't be able to go to your house today. My parents are arriving in a few hours from their trip and I'm not feeling very well. I feel like my throat is closing up
You were more than fine, and Natasha frowned reading the message and immediately replied saying that none of it made sense and that she was coming to see you.
—Please don't come, this could be contagious and I don't want to infect my girlfriend 😭
The emoji was the final sentence for her to get into the car and drive to your apartment. She knew you well enough to know that something was happening and that you only used emojis when you were being very dramatic or with your grandmother.
Natasha got into the car and took a deep breath, imagining what the drama of the day would be. She was already making a mental connection that it would be related to the party.
"She is not crazy enough to go to this party; she is not a liar to deceive me."
When the reply didn't come, you knew she was already on her way. The high heels echoed through the house as you went down the stairs to call the housekeeper.
"Can you please tell Nat that I am very unwell today if she shows up here?" you said with a false innocence. Ana looked at you from head to toe and shook her head negatively. "You know I hate lies and Miss Romanoff is a very serious woman; besides, your father will fire me if he finds out you went out dressed like that."
"Ana, just do what I'm asking you, I'd appreciate it” so you went back up the stairs to your room and started doing very basic makeup and put on your most expensive and strongest perfume.
Minutes later, Natasha was cleared at the gate since she frequented your house often and had a permanent pass.
Her gaze was deadly to anyone who got in her way. When she reached your door, she knocked only once and Ana opened the door but stayed in a position that was not an invitation to enter.
"Good evening, Ana. I came looking for my girlfriend." If Natasha had powers, Ana was sure she would turn to stone at that exact moment, just from the redhead's gaze.
"Good evening, Miss Romanoff. Your girlfriend is very sick and is not accepting anyone's presence at the moment her orders." The older woman's voice was trembling; she hated lies and she wasn't lying to just anyone; she was lying to Natasha Romanoff.
"Ana, dear, could you let me in, please? I would like to speak with my girlfriend." A false compassion surrounded the two, and with a step back, Ana moved away.
The sound of the stiletto heels echoed violently through the penthouse. Natasha threw her Birkin carelessly in the living room and went up the stairs to your bedroom.
You were finishing putting on gloss when Natasha entered your room without knocking; her presence really startled you.
"Poor little throat of yours." The look she gave you sent shivers through your body. "I told Ana not to let anyone up" you replied, standing up and walking toward the redhead. "Love, I'm sorry, but I just wanted to have some fun like in the old days” you tried to give her a kiss, but she dodged it.
"In the old days, you were a single girl; now you are in a relationship and have to start behaving appropriately." She looked deep into your soul, and the only thing you could do was swallow your fear; it was too late to regret it.
"You are so controlling, I can't do anything." With that, you turned your back and entered your closet. Natasha didn't follow you, but she took a deep breath and studied your room. It was tidy. She sat on the edge of the bed and took her phone out of her pocket. "You have three minutes to take off these clothes that I will possibly set on fire later and come down to my car with me."
In the closet, you gave a smirk. Part of the plan had already worked. Tonight you would have angry and dangerous sex.
At least that's what you thought, but the redhead's plans were different. You were going to learn, and she was going to use the thing you hate most in sex against you. It was a lesson, a matter of obedience and respect. Natasha knew you; she knew this was pure drama a drama she didn't like. The skirt was too short; the top showed too much.
The drive was a silent reign. You were wearing comfortable sweatpants with a jacket over them. She didn't even look at you during the way; she didn't touch you, and in your head, you were going to get a good spanking tonight at least that was the expectation.
Upon arriving at Natasha's penthouse, you turned to her, and when you were about to hug her, she dodged and walked to the bedroom and entered the closet. "Take off your clothes and wait for me on the bed."
You loved physical contact skin on skin, kisses, hugs, sweat dripping, hands hitting you or squeezing you. Natasha knew this very well.
When she returned, she had nipple clamps in one hand and an internal vibrator controlled by the app in the other. She threw the toys on the bed and stepped away, sitting in an armchair directly facing the bed.
"I am a control freak, and you can't do anything about it." Your eyes widened, and you realized that it wouldn't be worth it. She was distant; she was going to watch.
"Natasha..." your voice came out thin; you hated it when she didn't touch you. "You're not stupid, kitty; you know exactly what you have to do," she said, looking right into your eyes. The bedroom light was on, and she saw every curve of your body. "Don't irritate me, or you won't even get to come."
"Yes, Tasha."
"I'm going to show you what it's like to be controlling." The tone of voice was so heavy with authority that your heart skipped a beat for a few seconds.
"Sorry, I just wanted to win the night” your voice failed, just like your heart. Your breathing was already losing control, and adrenaline entered you. For a fraction of a second, fear passed through your nervous system.
"I just won the night. And this game started on Wednesday, darling" she replied with a smirk.
With slow movements, you put the clamps on your nipples and let out a small moan loaded with bittersweet pain. Soon after, in a favorable position, you began inserting the vibrator into your vagina with your eyes closed, which was already wet and pulsing. It was still turned off. "Take a pillow and get on top of it."
You stared at her and obeyed. Your expression would evoke pity in anyone who saw it, but Natasha only felt pleasure; she knew from the start that you were up to something.
When you got on the pillow, she looked into your eyes and then at the pillow and arched her eyebrows with a predatory smile on her face. Natasha picked up her phone, and the vibrator started at the maximum level, drawing from you a moan loaded with surprise and pleasure. In ten seconds, she dropped it to the minimum and ordered you to rub yourself.
The movements on the pillow began, and the vibrations varied from strong to weak. In less than two minutes, your orgasm was close, and she noticed and turned off the vibrator. "Stay still and don't move; if you come, I swear I won't touch you for an entire week." A frustrated moan escaped you; your eyes were closed. You were getting so close five more seconds and it would have arrived.
She stood up and took off her heels. After that, she turned to her phone and turned it on the weakest setting there was. Gradually she took off her clothes while alternating the intensity. By the third denial of an orgasm, you already had tears streaming down.
"Mommy, please," you appealed to "mommy." "Lying girls don't come," she took slow steps toward you. "Lying girls don't get physical touch," she stood centimeters away from you. "Lying girls don't have Mommy to help them. Tell the truth."
A desperate sob escaped your throat. The speed was increasing, and you were not permitted to come.
"I lied, Tasha, I lied, mommy” the tears flowed, your intimacy pulsed, the pillow was damp. Your face was red from so much humiliation. "I never wanted to go to that party, I love you, I never wanted to have that old life."
She looked into your eyes; those green eyes stared at you. A moan escaped you and you covered your mouth; you felt dirty, you wanted her touch, your body was pulsing violently and the orgasm was so close. Natasha brought her lips to your ear and bit it, then she permitted with a whisper: "Come for me, come for me, brat."
You let go. The orgasm was strong; your body shook. You swear you felt your gums throbbing, you swear. It wasn't a noisy orgasm. You held back, trying not to throw yourself onto the bed. In the middle of your orgasm, she hugged you, and you threw yourself onto her.
"It's okay, my love, I'm here. Your Tasha is here."
Brat reader, jealousy and provoking jealousy, Natasha losing her temper, suggestion of a ménage à trois to provoke jealousy, biting the mouth, mild choking, hair pulling, slap in the face and on the butt, sex on the bedroom floor, possessive Natasha, reader provoking with words, anal sex, double penetration, going beyond the limit
English is not my native language
It all started on a trip to Berlin. You didn't like at all the looks and smiles that the flight attendant was giving to your wife. You were already having a terrible flight because of nausea and dizziness, every time you got on a plane it was like that. Now the last straw was the blonde smiling at Natasha.
When you arrived at the hotel, the goal was to take a shower, lie down and sleep, without even giving Natasha a kiss. You were impatient and just needed to rest your back even though you had come first class
Your steps were light and tired. Shoulders low and deep breathing when the first drops of water fell over your head. Natasha tried to enter the bathroom but the door was locked, a warning. After the shower you unlocked the door and walked calmly to the towel. You dried yourself calmly while feeling a pair of eyes in your direction.
To sleep only a black panty was put on. Without saying anything you lay down and wrapped yourself, without wishing good night or a kiss. You were trying to punish Natasha for something that she wasn't even guilty of. It was just a spoiled attitude coming from you and she knew that it would end sooner or later in a not good way. The physical distance didn't help at all because in the middle of the night, even sleeping, you searched for her arms and threw a leg over her and buried your face in her neck.
At breakfast you were already needy and kissed her with a certain sweetness, so for her the punishment ended, well, it had really ended. You just wanted to enjoy the city during those five days. Five days away from work.
You walked around the whole city, got to know places that you had saved on pinterest, it was your first time in Berlin. You took several photos at the Berlin cathedral, besides spending hours in the museum with a very patient Natasha by your side.
In the late afternoon you both went to a restaurant where you were willing to be spoiled all night, you were willing to give your wife work that day.
It started with a drink, a peck, then another drink and a wet kiss. And you were the one who pulled, you held her cheek, you were the one who spread kisses across her face.
Your mind went back to hours earlier in the hotel room. You had had a tiring day from walking so much, however she wanted to take you to a bar she went to years ago. So you decided that you would take revenge for what happened on the plane, even though she had no fault at all. The goal maybe was to look at some woman and say that she was very beautiful, but nothing beyond that.
Black knee high boots with a heel so thin it could kill, a black leather skirt with a black blouse. The final touch, without panties, the pussy totally exposed, only covered by the short skirt. And you were not crazy to reveal the final touch to your wife, otherwise you wouldn't even leave the room.
Back at the bar, a tall blonde woman, about thirty years old. She approached, she looked at Natasha and gave a smile with a false sweetness. And stared at you with a predatory look.
"You are a beautiful couple", you were already a little drunk but still conscious, that woman was flirting. "Thank you, but my wife and I would like to be alone", Natasha noticed the look and intentions of that woman.
You put your hand on the redhead's shoulder and turned to the woman "forgive my wife, she can be intense sometimes", Natasha looked at you with an arched eyebrow, she knew you were up to something. "I like intense women, and I also like to get straight to the point", you gave a drunk smile to the blonde in front of you who was spending her English and letting the strong accent show.
The blonde completely ignored Natasha, she certainly had no notion at all. She delicately ran her fingers over your face and lifted your chin, making the redhead's blood boil and her heart race with the danger.
"You are the most beautiful thing that has entered this bar during this night"
Natasha's fingers dug into your thigh and you feeling the tension in the air, decided to enjoy the moment and put into practice your "revenge", or spoiled, ridiculous attitude to get attention.
"Thank you", you replied with a velvety voice and winked delicately at the blonde, pretending not to care about your wife at your side about to throw the woman to the ground and shoot her right in the middle of her forehead.
"Your wife seems very protective, you already said she is intense, my angel", you placed one hand on Natasha's that squeezed your thigh "I'll get straight to the point, I would like to have a night with you, but analyzing the situation, I want to do a ménage with you"
"No"
"Yes"
The answers were at the same time, Natasha turned her head to you and you ignored her
"That's what I need, just thinking about you with me I already get very wet, besides, my wife is not handling just one girl, she prefers two, and leaves me unsatisfied"
Natasha's silence was deadly, she heard very well vomiting words, provoking a reaction, you were playing a dangerous game.
"Unsatisfied?", the tone of voice was cold but you ignored
"My wife has been wasting a lot of time lately with flight attendants and leaving aside the woman she really should look at, maybe we can go to our hotel room and try new things", Natasha's breathing was short, her eyes dark with anger, but you didn't shut up and she wanted to know how far you would go with this sick game
"I would love to try maybe a double penetration, I never thought about it but I am so horny right now"
Natasha didn't make a scene, she just threw a deadly look at the woman that she is sure she never felt so bad in her whole life with just a look. The blonde noticed the heavy atmosphere and that there was a conflict between you and apologized and left.
Natasha on the other hand took a deep breath and left a good amount of money on the table and took your hand. "You are nothing but a spoiled little slut desperate for attention" "Do you have any idea what you just said?" Natasha said against your lips, at that moment she already had you against the wall of the bar's outside area
"You talked about another body touching you. You talked about cheating on me and about a fantasy that you know leaves me out of control"
You smiled, running your tongue over your lips, feeling the heat of Natasha's anger and desire.
"I just told the truth, Nat. You owe me. And if you don't give me the intensity I want, I will have to look elsewhere... or maybe, you will have to prove to me that you are the only one who can fulfill all my desires. Including the dirtiest ones, if it were the flight attendant I'm sure you would do it"
"Unsatisfied?" Natasha repeated the word as if it were a personal insult "I will show you what dissatisfaction is, my dear. We are going back to that hotel now. And I will fuck you so hard and so often that you will forget how to spell the word "flight attendant""
You were anxious, anxious to provoke, anxious to test limits, anxious to get out of routine. Now already in the car the redhead remained silent, however her fingers white while driving. You looked at her and took off the seatbelt.
She said something but you didn't care. Your next step was to sit with your back to the door and stretch your legs until touching your wife's thighs. "You are very quiet, Natasha", you provoked while your legs went up her waist, the leather skirt rose enough for the angle to show the shine of your pussy already wet.
"I am thinking how I will make you regret having left the hotel room"
At that moment Natasha realized that she was not your wife, was not the mother of your daughter who stayed in New York with Yelena, was not the shy girl she met years ago. You were different, jealousy shaped you, motivated you in a surprising way, you were wild. Spoiled, crossing limits with words, practically offering yourself.
"Oh, please! You think you intimidate me? Do you know what I was thinking while that German was touching my chin? I was thinking that, maybe, I should accept. Because, honestly, Nat... I am tired"
Natasha turned her face slowly in your direction, you were crossing limits since the bar
"Tired of what?"
You leaned forward, approaching the redhead, leaving your face centimeters from hers, before saying anything you changed your facial expression to that of an oppressed wife who suffers in marriage.
"I am tired of pretending" the lie came out shamelessly, the voice tinged with a drunk cruelty "You know all those moans? Those contractions you think you cause in me? The shivers, half of them... I was just being a good wife. I have been faking my orgasms for months, just not to hurt your dominant wife ego"
The car swerved slightly to the left when Natasha reacted instinctively to the insult. She braked abruptly at a deserted red light, turning to you with a look that could melt steel
"You are lying" Natasha sentenced, the voice coming out in a lethal whisper. "I know your body better than yourself, dear. I feel your heart race, I feel your taste change, I see your skin get stained red. You cannot fake the way your legs tremble for half an hour after I finish you"
You shrugged, leaning your head back on the window
"Maybe I am just an excellent actress. Maybe I need something... new. Something that does not have this smell of routine and excessive control"
Natasha let out a dark laugh, one that made the hairs on your arm stand up, despite the provocation.
"If you were pretending, honey, you would not be so jealous of an irrelevant flight attendant. You would not be trying to hurt me with such low lies. You are desperate because you know that nobody, absolutely nobody, will possess you the way I possess. You are my dependent, and I love that"
"You are my little slut desperate for attention and you know that only I can give it, you know that only I make you cum, you know that only I can leave you so desperate and make you climb in a short time"
The car finally entered the private garage of the luxury hotel. Natasha parked aggressively, turning off the engine. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the click of the engine cooling and your breathing
You tried to open the door, but Natasha locked the exits through the central panel.
"Open this, Natasha. I want to go up and order room service. And maybe I will ask the maid to stay to keep me company"
You kept provoking, the drunkenness was giving you a suicidal courage.
Natasha got out of the car and, in seconds, opened the door on your side. She did not wait for you to get out on your own. Natasha grabbed you by the waist, pulling you out of the vehicle. And you stumbled on the high heels, falling into the redhead's arms.
She carried you to the elevator where you began to get irritated and shout "Let me go now"
"Natasha Romanoff you have no right to pull me out of that car, fuck"
She remained silent and breathing deeply, she was pulling patience from the bottom of her soul
"Let me go, this is kidnapping"
"I will scream, I will say I don't know you"
She grabbed you tighter this time and put you right in front of her
Natasha rested her forehead on yours, eyes fixed on yours
"My love" Natasha interrupted, the voice too calm, which was the maximum sign of danger. "Keep talking. Keep lying about what you feel when I touch you. Because in three minutes, when we cross the door of that suite, I will give you so much proof of the truth that you will lose your voice before being able to apologize"
You swallowed dry, the glint of challenge in your eyes faltering for a millisecond before being replaced by a burning expectation. You knew the night would be long, painful and wonderful. And that was exactly why you could not stop provoking.
The elevator arrived at the penthouse with a soft chime. The doors opened to the silent luxury of the suite, but the peace would not last long. Natasha dragged you inside, kicking the door to close, ready to tame the wife in a way that Berlin would never forget.
When the door closed, fate was sealed. It would be the most pleasurable and painful night you would have in Germany. You moved away from Natasha, walked to the center of the room while she remained leaning on the door
You looked straight into her eyes and first took off the boot. The sound of the zipper echoed through the room, soon after throwing it in any corner. You got rid of the blouse, the tip of your breast was already hardened due to the cold and the arousal.
Finally in a performative moment, you slid the short skirt down your legs. The ass up facing Natasha. When throwing it toward her. She walked like a lion that would tear apart the small victim.
However, when Natasha was less than a meter away, you took a quick step back retreating to a luxurious renaissance style chair, upholstered in crimson velvet, that was near the window. You sat there. And then, with a slowness that was pure psychological torture, opened your legs, displaying the wet and exposed pussy to your wife.
Natasha felt her mouth dry. She took another step forward, ready to take what was being offered.
But, as soon as Natasha invaded your personal space, you lifted both legs, stretching them and planting your bare feet firmly against the redhead's abdomen and thighs, pushing her away. The force was not enough to hurt Natasha, but the message was clear access denied
"No, no, no, no" you sang, the voice dragged by the drink, wagging your index finger in the air. "Who said you can come close, Romanoff? I didn't give permission. You are not deserving"
Natasha looked at your feet pushing her body, then raised her gaze to the insolent face. The Black Widow's jaw locked.
"Dear, take your feet off me before I decide that you will not need to walk for the rest of the trip" Natasha warned, the voice dangerously low and controlled.
"Or what?" You laughed, throwing your head back, the full breasts swaying slightly with the movement. "You will punish me? How cliché, Natasha. Honestly, I expected more creativity from the legendary Black Widow. Maybe you should call your blonde friend from the plane to give you some tips on how to please me. Or that woman from the bar. She seemed to know exactly what to do with a woman like me"
Natasha did not shout. She did not rant. Natasha's anger was a frozen lake silent, lethal and relentless. You thought you were in control because the drink gave you a suicidal courage. But Natasha knew exactly where the lawyer's self destruction button was. If you wanted to play with jealousy, Natasha would show you how professionals did it.
In a fluid movement, Natasha stepped back, freeing herself from your legs. She slipped her hand into the pocket of her tailored pants and pulled out her encrypted phone. The screen lit her hardened face.
"You know, you are right, moya dusha" Natasha said, the tone suddenly casual, while typing something on the device. "You are clearly bored. And since my goal is always your satisfaction, I think your idea at the bar was brilliant. Vacations are for trying new things, right?"
The mocking smile on your face faltered, just a fraction of a millimeter, but enough for Natasha to notice.
"What are you doing?" You asked, the voice failing, the expression starting to look desperate. And Natasha just stared at you with an intense look. A look of someone who had everything under control and was only playing for fun. She brought the phone to her ear and began to speak in German with a seductive and pleasant voice, the voice that made your pussy twitch.
"Guten Abend. Ja, ich bin's..." Natasha spoke on the phone, maintaining eye contact with you. "Ich habe ein kleines Problem in meiner Suite. Meine Frau ist... unbefriedigt. Wir brauchen Gesellschaft."
Your mask of a powerful woman in control fell with each expression Natasha made, a burning hatred took over your soul.
The jealousy that before was a weapon for your crises, now would be something you would never have the courage to do, but you would.
"Hang up that fucking phone, Natasha," you hissed, the legs once stretched now curling, hands grabbing the arms of the velvet chair.
Natasha smiled from the corner of her lips, a cold and victorious smile. "Ja, Zimmer 402. Wir warten auf dich."
Natasha lowered the phone, but did not lock it. She looked at you, whose breathing was now panting not from desire, but from pure fury.
"Done. Solved," Natasha said, adjusting the collar of her green shirt "I invited a woman to participate. The receptionist who assisted us at check in, remember her? Brunette, tall, blue eyes. She seemed very willing to offer an exceptional service. Since I can't handle you alone, she should arrive in five minutes."
You stood up. The alcohol pulsed in your veins, mixing with blind anger and a possessiveness so violent that it prevented you from thinking clearly. You did not step back. You did not cry. The drink did not let you be submissive at that moment; the drink made you a cornered animal.
Your eyes carried a pure insanity, you were out of yourself at that moment. The left hand grabbed the tip of your right breast. Squeezed hard but you didn't even care, now you would show your beloved wife what really was crossing limits
"You think you are in control of the situation, Natasha", now your right hand was going down slowly through the abdomen and reaching the pussy wet with arousal. "You think I will be shaken because of a slut that enters through that door?"
Natasha felt all the muscles of her body tense to the maximum. The vision of you touching yourself in that vulgar and aggressive way to challenge her was destroying her last barriers of sanity.
You circled your clitoris with the thumb and then with the index and middle finger, you ran over the pussy slit. After wetting the fingers you took both to your mouth and sucked
"I am waiting for your guest to arrive, Natasha," you said, the breathing becoming irregular, the flush of alcohol and anger marking your chest and neck. "But I will give you a warning. If the handle of that door turns... if a woman crosses that threshold... I leave here."
You stopped touching yourself, slapping the wet hand on your own thigh, leaving the shiny trail of your excitement exposed.
"I will leave this room exactly as I am", you looked with hatred at Natasha "I will leave this room naked for everyone to see who is the wife of the black widow"
"But that's not all, I will corner the first man I see in that corridor and beg with all my sweet words for him to fuck me so hard that I will forget even the name of my dear wife"
That was a shock for the redhead, never in life she would think that something like that would come out of your mouth. It was not the woman she met years ago, it was not at all.
Natasha was playing this game with surprising calm, but you played very low, you hit her weak point. She was a possessive woman, nobody touched what was hers, and you were the priority of her life
She still held the phone, and at that moment nothing else mattered, you sealed the end of the game. You signed your own death. Natasha threw the phone against the wall and it shattered. You let out a laugh and a satanic smile.
"Repeat"
She approached you with everything
"Repeat, fuck"
"You are not deaf, dear"
Natasha lost control. With the right hand she grabbed your hair and pulled with a violence that gave you arousal. With the left hand she squeezed your chin and brought your face close to hers.
Instead of you stepping back or giving any sign of discomfort, you gave another smile to her and with your teeth, bit her lower lip, making her let out a moan.
"You heard very well, I said that I would beg a man to..."
You did not finish speaking when both bodies fell to the floor. Your back hit the carpet, you only let out a low groan of pain but she didn't even care.
"Shut that fucking mouth"
But you did not shut up, you didn't even care about the order and didn't think before speaking. You would say the most cruel, disrespectful and disgusting thing that any wife could say
"My pussy is soaked" you whispered, the voice dragged and mocking, rubbing the hips against Natasha's leg. "And maybe it is not for you"
Natasha's patience, the last drop of rational humanity that still remained there, disintegrated.
Natasha with great force shoved two fingers into your pussy without mercy. A scream of pain and pleasure came out of your soul. A huge electric shock took over your body, she thrust hard, was mistreating the pussy
"Tell me, fuck"
"Tell me for who this pussy is wet, tell me who is the only person who can touch it, you desperate slut"
Natasha continued with force, the other hand grabbed the waist, with a grip that would leave marks, and when she gave that squeeze your pussy contracted strongly around her fingers.
The redhead gave a mocking little laugh, she hovered over you and with violence she grabbed your breast with her teeth, Natasha bit hard before sucking.
A scream of pain came out of you and tears began to fall, you got what you wanted. You took Natasha to the limit.
"Tell me, tell me, tell me, fuck"
"Only I eat you like this" she said with a convinced smile, but you would not let it go
"Could be...", you screamed among the moans "Could be better, could be more pleasurable"
"Fuck me straight, Natasha"
Natasha growled. An animalistic sound vibrating in the ex assassin's chest.
"More pleasurable?" Natasha spat the word, the hand going to your nape and pulling your hair hard, forcing you to look at the ceiling.
Natasha changed the angle, making each thrust even deeper, hitting in an almost primitive way.
There was no affection, there was no softness. The fingers were more violent and the screams increased with each thrust. Tears of pleasure began to fall from your eyes and decorating your face that was a mess
"You want more? I give you more, you spoiled brat!" Natasha exclaimed, heavy breathing, sweat beginning to appear on her forehead.
She left your breast to go down with her teeth along your neck, sucking and tearing your sensitive skin, leaving purple and red marks that would take weeks to disappear.
You completely lost control of your own body. The alcohol, the pain, the overwhelming pleasure and the weight of Natasha's domination created a short circuit in your brain. Your provocations finally failed when you were swallowed by an orgasm so violent that your muscles locked.
You could no longer form ironic or cruel words. Only screams. You screamed Natasha's name repeatedly, nails now grabbing the fabric of your wife's pants, silently begging for her not to stop, although your body was on the verge of collapse.
Your pussy contracted violently around Natasha's fingers, sucking each movement, completely betraying your lie from minutes ago. Your body acclaimed for Natasha, cried for her, demanded the brutality that only the redhead knew how to give you.
While you went into convulsions of pleasure on the cold floor, sobbing and drooling, Natasha continued. She would not stop. You wanted to play at forgetting the word limits, and Natasha was willing to spend the whole night erasing any trace of resistance, jealousy or audacity from your drunk body.
She did not care about your sensitivity at the moment, you made it clear how you wanted to be fucked and she would do it.
When your body became limp, you were weak, you thought she would hug you and you already had an apology ready. But the reality was that she carried you grabbing your waist and your hair and laid you on the bed and disappeared right after.
Your body felt relief as soon as it touched the expensive mattress. The relief pain of pleasure in your back mixed with the irregular breathing and the pussy still contracting now in nothing.
You thought it was over, but it was just beginning.
Natasha moved away from you and the only sound echoing through the room was the suitcase opening.
Your heart raced. The liquid courage you had drunk at the bar was evaporating, leaving only the terrifying anticipation of what was to come.
When Natasha returned to your field of vision, the air seemed to be sucked out of the room. The Black Widow still wore the green silk shirt, now wrinkled and with the first buttons open, revealing the pale skin and sweat at the base of the neck. But it was what she carried in her hands and what she wore underneath that made your breathing stop completely.
Natasha had already put on the black leather harness, firmly adjusted to her sculpted hips, holding a dark, thick and intimidating artificial member, that pointed with an implacable rigidity in your direction. In one of her hands, she held a bottle of expensive lubricant; in the other, a black, thick vibrator, of ribbed texture and frightening size.
"N Nat..." you stammered, eyes wide, the arrogance completely erased from your voice.
"You said you were unsatisfied, didn't you?" Natasha's voice was a velvet torn by blades. Cold, clinical and absolutely merciless. She walked to the edge of the bed. "You said you needed more. That I could not handle alone."
"I was... I was just provoking, you know..." You tried to retreat on the mattress, but there was nowhere to go.
"I do not care what you were doing. I care about what you asked. And you, my dear and insolent wife, asked for an intensity that you do not have capacity to endure."
With a quick and brutal movement, Natasha grabbed your ankles and pulled you back to the edge of the bed. Before you could protest, her strong hands grabbed your hips and forced you to turn face down.
"On all fours. Now" Natasha ordered. The tone admitted no hesitation.
Trembling, you obeyed. You rested your knees on the mattress and elbows on the sheets, lifting the ass, leaving all your reddened and soaked intimacy completely exposed to Natasha's predatory view. The posture was the personification of vulnerability.
Natasha poured an obscene amount of lubricant on the thick vibrator. The cold liquid ran down the silicone. Without warning, without preparatory caresses, Natasha pressed the cold and wide tip against the entrance of your pussy and, with a firm and continuous push, buried the object deeply inside you.
You screamed. Not from pain, as your body was incredibly lubricated and dilated by the recent orgasm, but from the sensation of absolute and suffocating fullness. The toy was too big, filling every millimeter of your needy pussy, stretching the internal walls in a way that made you arch your back violently
"Stay still" Natasha growled. With her thumb, she reached the base of the toy and pressed the button to maximum power.
A deep hum filled the room. The violent vibration exploded inside you. Your legs gave out instantly, your elbows buckled, but Natasha did not let you fall. The redhead shoved her right hand under your abdomen, pulling your waist up, forcing you to maintain the position on all fours while the machine vibrated mercilessly in your core.
"Try to take it, brat. Didn't you want to try new things?" Natasha whispered, her voice loaded with cruel sarcasm.
You bit the pillow, trying to muffle the sound that wanted to tear out of your throat. You were being destroyed from the inside. The intense vibration was overwhelming your nerves. But the tactile punishment did not stop there. Natasha raised her left hand and, with fingers open, delivered a sharp and violent slap to your right buttock.
SMACK!
The sound was like a gunshot in the presidential suite. Your pale skin was marked with a vivid red in the shape of fingers almost immediately. You let out a muffled cry into the pillow, your eyes filling with tears.
"That's for your little jealousy show on the plane" Natasha said coldly.
SMACK!
Another slap, this time on the left buttock, with doubled force. You whimpered, your hips trying to escape the blow, but Natasha's hand on your stomach kept you pinned like an anchor.
"That's for your show at the bar" Natasha continued, her voice rising a tone, Russian anger leaking through the syllables.
SMACK!
A third strike, right in the center, making the soft flesh tremble and burn.
"And that's for having the audacity to tell me you would spread your legs for the first idiot who showed up in the hallway!"
With each slap, humiliation and pain fused with the violent vibration inside you. You were in pieces. Your drunken mind could not process the overwhelming mix of sensations. You tried not to moan, tried to maintain what little dignity your stubbornness demanded, but it was useless. The pain from the slaps made the blood rush to the area, increasing sensitivity, while the vibrator ground your internal nerves until turning them to dust.
"Y-you... you're hurting me..." you let out against the sheet, your voice broken.
"I am teaching you. There is a big difference" Natasha shot back.
The redhead released your abdomen, allowing you to support yourself again. Natasha leaned over your bare back. The anger was beginning to give way to an obsessive need for possession. She wanted you to feel every cell of your body being claimed.
Natasha lowered her face and opened her mouth over your spine, right between your shoulder blades. She sank her teeth into your sweaty skin. You gasped loudly, your back arching like a bow. Before the pain settled, Natasha replaced the bite with a slow and wet lick, her hot tongue running down the entire length of your spine, feeling you tremble violently under her touch.
The combination of sharp pain in your ass, the insane vibration in your pussy and the hot bites on your back created a cocktail of arousal so powerful that you lost any control over yourself. You did not try to hold back anymore. You started to moan. Loud, long and desperate moans of someone being possessed to the soul.
"That's it..." Natasha murmured against your skin, her strong hands now caressing your trembling thighs and squeezing your red buttocks. "Move your hips for me. Show how needy you are."
You obeyed. Like an animal driven by pleasure and pain, you began to move your hips, your pelvis moving in an erratic and pornographic way on the bed, rubbing the vibrator internally. The drunkenness left you without filters, without shame. You cried, tears soaking your entire face, while arousal darkened your vision.
Little by little, Natasha's brutality began to transform into something different. The storm had not passed, but the wind now blew in another direction. The twisted and predatory delicacy that only Natasha possessed began to emerge. While you moved blindly, Natasha brought her right hand to the erect silicone member she wore. She caressed it slowly, covering it with the remaining lubricant. The sight of the spy, with her silk shirt open, face flushed and eyes shining in pure dominance while preparing the tool that would destroy your last defenses, was terrifying and beautiful.
With her left hand, Natasha slid her fingers between your legs. She traced the base of the thick vibrator that occupied the entrance of your pussy and found your swollen and throbbing clitoris.
As soon as Natasha's thumb began to strike there, in a fast and relentless rhythm, you let out a sharp sound.
"Nat! My God, Nat!" you begged, your hips throwing themselves back against the redhead's hand.
"Didn't you want to fulfill a fetish?" Natasha whispered, her voice now a demonic purr in your ear. "Wasn't it you who said you were curious about a double penetration?"
Your heart stopped for a second before beating again in a frantic rhythm. The panic that Natasha would actually do that filled you, but it was immediately obliterated by an obscene and depraved arousal that made you salivate.
"P-please... I don't..." you tried to articulate, but Natasha gave you no choice.
Natasha aligned her hips. The cold and lubricated tip of the artificial member touched your smaller and tight entrance of the anus. You shivered from head to toe.
"Relax, moya dusha. Trust me. You won't need anyone else after tonight. I will be the first, the last and the only one to open you this way."
Slowly, with an excruciating patience that contrasted with the fury from minutes before, Natasha began to push. The invasion was millimetric. Your body tensed like a violin string, the sensation of invasion in a forbidden place mixing with the absurd volume that was already inside your pussy.
"Breathe" Natasha ordered, stopping the movement to let your body get used to it. She massaged your red ass with her warm hands, soothing the muscles. "That's it. Let the air out. Let everything go for me."
Little by little, yielding to the commanding voice of the woman you loved, you relaxed. And when you did, Natasha sank the member to the base in a single fluid motion.
The scream that came out of you was not human. It was a broken sound, torn from the depths of your chest. The sensation of being completely, absurdly full, invaded from two sides, stretched beyond any limit you knew, was a collapse in your system. The vibrator buzzed in your pussy, hitting the G spot nonstop, while the thick strap hit deep in your anus, creating an internal friction that drove you completely insane.
Natasha began to move. Slowly at first, pulling and pushing the member, making sure each thrust made the dick rub against the dividing wall, pressing the vibrator that was in the vagina.
"How is it?" Natasha provoked, her hands holding your thin waist firmly, setting the rhythm. "Is this what you wanted? Is this how your German from the bar would do it? Answer!"
"No! No!" You sobbed, your hips now moving desperately on your wife's cock, seeking to sink deeper into that pleasurable and maddening pain. "It's only you! Only you, Nat! Please!"
"I'm tired of faking orgasms, wasn't that what you said in the car?" Natasha thrust deeper, increasing the speed. The sound of bodies colliding and flesh slapping filled the room.
"I lied! I lied, fuck!" You screamed, tears flowing freely, your head thrown back, hair tangled. "I love you! Fuck me, Nat! Harder! Faster, please!"
You were reduced to primal instincts. The brilliant lawyer, the caring mother, the insolent wife everything had burned in the flames of lust and pain. You were feeling an arousal so monstrous you thought you would die.
You arched your hurt ass, throwing yourself against Natasha's violent thrusts, the vibrator almost slipping out of your pussy with each impact before being pushed back by the collision of bodies.
Natasha complied. She lost control. The ex spy grabbed your hair, pulling you back so your bodies were skin to skin, your sweaty back against the redhead's chest.
The rhythm became frantic, insane. One stab after another, marking, subjugating, emptying your mind of any coherent thought.
The flood of dopamine hit your drunken brain. The orgasm that swallowed you was unlike anything you had ever felt in your life. It was not a wave, it was an explosion. A white blackout.
You froze in the middle of a thrust. Your eyes rolled back for real this time, your arms completely gave out, and you collapsed face down on the mattress. The scream you let out was so long and high pitched that it tore your throat, turning into a hoarse hiss at the end. Your internal walls contracted with terrifying violence, squeezing Natasha's member and the vibrator in spasms that seemed infinite.
Natasha stopped moving, panting, sweat dripping from her face onto your back. She stayed there for long minutes, holding your trembling and convulsing body, feeling the absolute power of having taken you far beyond the stars and the abyss.
When the tremors finally began to subside, the room plunged into a dense silence, broken only by the desperate breathing of both of you and the low hum of the vibrator still turned on. The adrenaline dropped abruptly. The alcohol, the pain, the emotional terror and the stratospheric pleasure took their toll. You were almost unconscious. Your body was heavy, limp, without a drop of resistance.
Natasha slid out of you slowly, the suction sound breaking the silence. She got rid of the harness quickly and threw it away. She did not turn off or remove the vibrator from your pussy, the psychological punishment for the insolence of the night demanded that you sleep feeling completely "filled", remembering who had put it there.
With a tenderness that contrasted absurdly with the brutality of the last forty minutes, Natasha turned your limp body onto your back. You looked like a broken doll. Your face was red, wet with tears. Your chest rose and fell in deep exhaustion.
Natasha pulled the heavy hotel duvets, covering your hurt, sweaty and marked body, keeping you warm against the cold of the air conditioning.
Natasha lay down beside you. She pulled you into her arms. You had no strength to move, but your submissive and dependent instinct took control of your almost unconscious body.
With half closed eyes and your mind drifting on the edge of fainting, you dragged your face to Natasha's chest. The redhead still had her silk shirt open. Smelling the warm skin, you opened your mouth and, like a reflex of someone seeking absolute safe harbor after the storm, took one of your wife's full breasts through the thin fabric that remained, sucking it slowly, the need for physical comfort overriding any shame.
Natasha's fingers threaded into your black and sweaty hair, stroking your scalp rhythmically, while her other hand caressed your marked back, being careful not to touch your reddened ass with force.
The deep hum of the vibrator still vibrated inside you, keeping you in a constant state of semi arousal, but the exhaustion was so great that you could no longer react with pain or pleasure. It was so bittersweet.
"You are safe now, my life" Natasha whispered in the dim light of the room, her voice now sweet and protective, the dominant demon giving way to the devoted matriarch. "No one will ever hurt you out there. Only I can break you. And only I know how to fix you."
You sucked Natasha's breast once more, a drunken and drawn out murmur escaping your swollen lips. Your spoiled vocabulary had disappeared, the sharp phrases erased. You were reduced to your purest and most submissive essence.
"Sorry..." you mumbled against Natasha's skin, your eyelids weighing a ton. Your mind faded in and out, merging the image of your strong, protective and omnipotent wife with the comfort you desperately needed. The alcohol and the trauma of pleasure made you regress completely. You snuggled deeper into the redhead's neck. "Mommy..."
Natasha smiled, a genuine smile of victory and deep love, kissing the top of your head. The beast had been tamed, the brat had been broken and rebuilt.
"Sleep, my love" Natasha answered softly, rocking your body in the darkness of the Hotel de Rome. "Mommy is here."
And while the Berlin night advanced outside the window, chaos gave way to an exhausted silence. You passed out, curled up in the arms of the Black Widow, with a toy still inside you, however turned off in your interior and the absolute and unshakable certainty that you had found a love as possessive, dangerous and sick as you yourself needed to survive. And the Berlin audit had definitely been closed with a perfectly balanced result.
The night ended with Natasha delicately removing the vibrator from your pussy and going to the bathroom to get a damp towel to clean you. She cleaned you with all the care and adoration in the world and finally collapsed by your side
Hiii, the next story is coming with over 5k words and lots of vulgarity.
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Brat reader, jealousy and provoking jealousy, Natasha losing her temper, suggestion of a ménage à trois to provoke jealousy, biting the mouth, mild choking, hair pulling, slap in the face and on the butt, sex on the bedroom floor, possessive Natasha, reader provoking with words, anal sex, double penetration, going beyond the limit
Natasha sat down in the chair in her office. You were smiling at her, a smile with no hidden intentions, just a sweet smile for your girlfriend.
The office was luxurious, with sophisticated colors and expensive décor. It didn't even look like it belonged to the most dangerous woman in the country. Of course, Natasha had a cover. In the public eye, she was a businesswoman in the port industry.
Her steps were soft, and you moved closer and closer to her. "Sit on my lap, love", it wasn't a request, it was an order spoken in a delicate tone. You obeyed immediately and rested your face on the redhead's shoulder.
She didn't waste time and squeezed your waist with one hand, while the other slipped under your skirt and met your ass. A very soft moan escaped your lips, and Natasha's only reaction was to bite the tip of your ear with a devilish smile. "Mommy".
With that simple word, the redhead removed her hand from your waist and pinched your nipple through your blouse. Your back arched and your lips pressed against your teeth.
"Show me, princess", Natasha growled against your exposed neck, her lips biting your vulnerable, needy skin. "Show me how much you're mine, show me that the sounds that come out of your mouth belong only to me". A muffled moan left your lips. Your body throbbed and you couldn't control it.
It hadn't even been two minutes since you sat on her lap.
"Show me that you're a perfect and devoted princess, but when you get here, you become someone else". The teasing made your body pulse even more.
"You're lucky I told all the staff to stay away from this hallway today. Today I want to hear you". Her lips were right by your ear, and the hand that had been on your chest was now lifting your skirt.
In a few seconds, you were already moving slowly, and the funny thing was she hadn't even touched you yet.
Before Natasha, you didn't have much sexual experience. The last time you had sex was in your teenage years, when you lost your virginity to a boy who only cared about himself and didn't take care of you. What you didn't know was that this boy was already six feet under, and he ended up there a week after you answered her question about who you lost your virginity to and how many people you had been with.
The relief was knowing she wouldn't need to kill many people. You were only hers.
The redhead's hands moved your underwear aside. You were already so wet that she didn't need anything else. A light pinch made you look at her with bright, expectant eyes. Soon after, she pushed two fingers inside you. A surprised moan escaped you.
Her right hand worked steadily while her left moved to your hair. When her fingers reached your roots, she lost the rest of her delicacy.
You were sitting on her lap while one hand moved inside you and the other pulled your hair. Your body arched, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. Your moans were loud and uncontrollable, and when you tried to form a sentence, she thought you wanted her to stop, but instead you said something beautiful. "I love you, Tasha. Thank you". Words so pure in such a dirty moment.
"I love you".
"I love you".
"Harder, mommy".
"Don't stop".
"I'm yours".
When you were about to reach your climax, she stopped, and your eyes widened in urgency. She always did that when she wanted to tease you. But you hadn't done anything.
Her fingers were still inside you. In a desperate decision, you started moving against them in search of pleasure, but it only took one stern look from her for you to stop immediately and shrink back.
"Don't be a disobedient girl. You're always so good for mommy, don't be a brat now".
"I dismissed the staff from the house today for a reason, and that reason is you".
With care, she stood up, and you wrapped your legs around her waist. She held you firmly, both hands on you. Your top had ridden up, your skirt lifted.
As you left the office toward the bedroom, a memory crossed your mind as you looked back at the desk.
A week ago, you had been lying across that desk while she thrust into you, marking your skin with her hand while holding your waist with the other.
In the hallway, you buried your face in her neck, giving a small bite followed by a lick and a soft kiss. She said nothing but smirked.
When you reached the bedroom, she removed your clothes and gently laid you on the bed. Before stepping away, she placed a kiss on your forehead.
Your mind was already clouded with desire. Time felt different. She positioned herself above you, and you wrapped your legs around her waist. Her movements were slow and deliberate. Her hair fell like a curtain over your face.
Your moans filled her ear, mixed with heavy breathing. It felt like you were transcending. Skin against skin, both bodies sweaty.
Your moans became desperate and loud, your body trembling until you finally came, and she followed right after.
As always, she took care of you afterward. A relaxing bath together. You leaned back against her chest.
Slowly, her hand moved down again, and you sighed as she touched you. After a few moments, she told you to close your eyes, and you obeyed. She stepped away briefly and returned. When she did, you felt her against you again. With your back to her, you moved against her while she held you tightly.
"Damn, you're so beautiful", Natasha whispered in your ear, and you moved harder in response. Your hands rested on each side as you lost yourself in the moment.
Just before she reached her peak, she grabbed your hips and, in one swift motion, lifted you out of the tub and bent you over the sink.
She moved with intensity while watching your reflection in the mirror. Every time you tried to close your eyes, she reminded you to keep them open.
Within moments, she reached her release, and you followed right after.
The night ended with the two of you having dinner in the winter garden. The security team remained outside, and the staff was still dismissed. You were exhausted, with a glow in your eyes.
Smut, punishment, orgasm denial, reader being a brat and getting what she deserves
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It all started when Kate called you on Wednesday night in the middle of a dinner with Natasha. The day had been exhausting for both of you. She had been working on cases since early morning, and you left college late.
You declined the call and continued talking to her about your day. On the third time Kate called, Natasha let out an irritated sigh and told you to answer it. When Kate started talking, Natasha rolled her eyes, and you said that you were currently having dinner with your girlfriend. It wasn't an emergency; it was an invitation to a college party that was going to take place on Friday.
When you hung up the phone, Natasha’s voice filled the silence.
"No” the tone of voice was superior, cold, and authoritative. "But I didn't say anything, Nat" you blinked your eyes with a false innocence that she knew all too well. And you weren't stupid; of course, your girlfriend wasn't going to let you go to a college party. Drinks, drugs, and many people bumping into each other and trying to dance by rubbing against one another.
"I know your every thought, kitty” the serious expression melted away and gave way to a smirk the typical smile she gave you when she knew she was going to win.
"I just wanted to have some fun. I'm a twenty-two-year-old; I should be out with my friends on a night off” the spoiled posture soon appeared on your face and in your speech.
"Your night off with friends is only for movie nights, bars, and restaurants, not at a party full of drugs where students have sex in bathrooms or by the pool area” you took a deep breath and rolled your eyes at the same time you brought a dessert spoon to your mouth.
"Subject closed, honey” Natasha gave the final word before they changed the subject.
You weren't going to start a silly argument in the middle of dinner with your girlfriend. The truth was that you didn't have the slightest intention of going out to a party. Your party would be private, with Natasha. So you decided to get up to no good. By the weekend you would regret it well, maybe you would regret it.
The rest of the dinner went smoothly. She explained a corporate case to you that she was working hard on. You listened intently to every word. At the end of the night, she dropped you off at your building. After all, the relationship had to respect your father's rules, which were two: do not lose focus on college and only sleep at the girlfriend's house on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and holidays.
Before you got out of the car, your body met hers. The redhead inhaled the scent of your neck one last time for the day before pulling away and giving you a kiss. A wet goodbye kiss.
"Good night, my love, I love you”, you said after the kiss was broken. "Stay safe, I love you, my kitty” she replied, and you gave Natasha a kiss on the nose before finally leaving the car. As always, she waited for you to go inside before she could leave.
Before sleeping, you talked via video call. Normal for every night. However, your mind was already trying to think of a way to have incredibly exciting and dirty sex on Friday.
On Thursday, your routine was the same. School, college, and a visit to the candy store with Kate. During your conversation with your friend, you made it clear that you had no intention of going to the party since your weekend was always sacred because you spent it with the most beautiful woman in the world. But you had a plan to get something this weekend. It would be dangerous, but you would do everything to make it worth it.
Around 4:00 PM, Natasha sent a message warning that she would pick you up at 7:00 PM for dinner. But you said you didn't feel like going out and asked her to come to your house since your parents were traveling, you were alone, and you had dismissed the chef.
Natasha arrived, and you dragged her to the kitchen, saying you really wanted to eat something sweet. "Love, today we are both going to make a chocolate cake with plenty of chocolate on top” you said, wrapping your arms around the redhead's neck and giving her a kiss on the mouth and another on the cheek.
When you ended up saying "we” it meant that only you would make it and she would just stay watching because, in the middle of the process, she gave up trying to help you and went to order food for the two of you to eat before the cake.
The night was peaceful, and you even got to watch a movie together. You had dinner and then ate the cake. You watched the movie even though, in the middle of it, you jumped onto her lap and stayed there kissing.
On Friday, the plan began. You woke up early and hydrated your hair, leaving it with a great lightness. You did very basic makeup, took a photo, and posted it. At college, everyone was talking about the party that was happening that night, and messages started appearing in Natasha's private inbox supposedly innocent comments that everyone was talking about the party, and that Kate couldn't stop thinking about the outfit she would wear. She didn't even respond to those messages.
In the afternoon, you stopped sending messages and went home. In front of the closet, you mapped out all the clothing options you would wear that night. A very short skirt, a very short dress, high-heeled boots that would kill just by stepping on someone. In the end, you chose the very short skirt with a slightly transparent top with straps. To finish, black high heels.
But of course, you weren't going to the party; the party would come to you.
At 6:30 PM, Natasha said she would pick you up in half an hour, since it was normal for you to leave home on Friday and return either on Monday morning or after college.
—Tasha, unfortunately, I won't be able to go to your house today. My parents are arriving in a few hours from their trip and I'm not feeling very well. I feel like my throat is closing up
You were more than fine, and Natasha frowned reading the message and immediately replied saying that none of it made sense and that she was coming to see you.
—Please don't come, this could be contagious and I don't want to infect my girlfriend 😭
The emoji was the final sentence for her to get into the car and drive to your apartment. She knew you well enough to know that something was happening and that you only used emojis when you were being very dramatic or with your grandmother.
Natasha got into the car and took a deep breath, imagining what the drama of the day would be. She was already making a mental connection that it would be related to the party.
"She is not crazy enough to go to this party; she is not a liar to deceive me."
When the reply didn't come, you knew she was already on her way. The high heels echoed through the house as you went down the stairs to call the housekeeper.
"Can you please tell Nat that I am very unwell today if she shows up here?" you said with a false innocence. Ana looked at you from head to toe and shook her head negatively. "You know I hate lies and Miss Romanoff is a very serious woman; besides, your father will fire me if he finds out you went out dressed like that."
"Ana, just do what I'm asking you, I'd appreciate it” so you went back up the stairs to your room and started doing very basic makeup and put on your most expensive and strongest perfume.
Minutes later, Natasha was cleared at the gate since she frequented your house often and had a permanent pass.
Her gaze was deadly to anyone who got in her way. When she reached your door, she knocked only once and Ana opened the door but stayed in a position that was not an invitation to enter.
"Good evening, Ana. I came looking for my girlfriend." If Natasha had powers, Ana was sure she would turn to stone at that exact moment, just from the redhead's gaze.
"Good evening, Miss Romanoff. Your girlfriend is very sick and is not accepting anyone's presence at the moment her orders." The older woman's voice was trembling; she hated lies and she wasn't lying to just anyone; she was lying to Natasha Romanoff.
"Ana, dear, could you let me in, please? I would like to speak with my girlfriend." A false compassion surrounded the two, and with a step back, Ana moved away.
The sound of the stiletto heels echoed violently through the penthouse. Natasha threw her Birkin carelessly in the living room and went up the stairs to your bedroom.
You were finishing putting on gloss when Natasha entered your room without knocking; her presence really startled you.
"Poor little throat of yours." The look she gave you sent shivers through your body. "I told Ana not to let anyone up" you replied, standing up and walking toward the redhead. "Love, I'm sorry, but I just wanted to have some fun like in the old days” you tried to give her a kiss, but she dodged it.
"In the old days, you were a single girl; now you are in a relationship and have to start behaving appropriately." She looked deep into your soul, and the only thing you could do was swallow your fear; it was too late to regret it.
"You are so controlling, I can't do anything." With that, you turned your back and entered your closet. Natasha didn't follow you, but she took a deep breath and studied your room. It was tidy. She sat on the edge of the bed and took her phone out of her pocket. "You have three minutes to take off these clothes that I will possibly set on fire later and come down to my car with me."
In the closet, you gave a smirk. Part of the plan had already worked. Tonight you would have angry and dangerous sex.
At least that's what you thought, but the redhead's plans were different. You were going to learn, and she was going to use the thing you hate most in sex against you. It was a lesson, a matter of obedience and respect. Natasha knew you; she knew this was pure drama a drama she didn't like. The skirt was too short; the top showed too much.
The drive was a silent reign. You were wearing comfortable sweatpants with a jacket over them. She didn't even look at you during the way; she didn't touch you, and in your head, you were going to get a good spanking tonight at least that was the expectation.
Upon arriving at Natasha's penthouse, you turned to her, and when you were about to hug her, she dodged and walked to the bedroom and entered the closet. "Take off your clothes and wait for me on the bed."
You loved physical contact skin on skin, kisses, hugs, sweat dripping, hands hitting you or squeezing you. Natasha knew this very well.
When she returned, she had nipple clamps in one hand and an internal vibrator controlled by the app in the other. She threw the toys on the bed and stepped away, sitting in an armchair directly facing the bed.
"I am a control freak, and you can't do anything about it." Your eyes widened, and you realized that it wouldn't be worth it. She was distant; she was going to watch.
"Natasha..." your voice came out thin; you hated it when she didn't touch you. "You're not stupid, kitty; you know exactly what you have to do," she said, looking right into your eyes. The bedroom light was on, and she saw every curve of your body. "Don't irritate me, or you won't even get to come."
"Yes, Tasha."
"I'm going to show you what it's like to be controlling." The tone of voice was so heavy with authority that your heart skipped a beat for a few seconds.
"Sorry, I just wanted to win the night” your voice failed, just like your heart. Your breathing was already losing control, and adrenaline entered you. For a fraction of a second, fear passed through your nervous system.
"I just won the night. And this game started on Wednesday, darling" she replied with a smirk.
With slow movements, you put the clamps on your nipples and let out a small moan loaded with bittersweet pain. Soon after, in a favorable position, you began inserting the vibrator into your vagina with your eyes closed, which was already wet and pulsing. It was still turned off. "Take a pillow and get on top of it."
You stared at her and obeyed. Your expression would evoke pity in anyone who saw it, but Natasha only felt pleasure; she knew from the start that you were up to something.
When you got on the pillow, she looked into your eyes and then at the pillow and arched her eyebrows with a predatory smile on her face. Natasha picked up her phone, and the vibrator started at the maximum level, drawing from you a moan loaded with surprise and pleasure. In ten seconds, she dropped it to the minimum and ordered you to rub yourself.
The movements on the pillow began, and the vibrations varied from strong to weak. In less than two minutes, your orgasm was close, and she noticed and turned off the vibrator. "Stay still and don't move; if you come, I swear I won't touch you for an entire week." A frustrated moan escaped you; your eyes were closed. You were getting so close five more seconds and it would have arrived.
She stood up and took off her heels. After that, she turned to her phone and turned it on the weakest setting there was. Gradually she took off her clothes while alternating the intensity. By the third denial of an orgasm, you already had tears streaming down.
"Mommy, please," you appealed to "mommy." "Lying girls don't come," she took slow steps toward you. "Lying girls don't get physical touch," she stood centimeters away from you. "Lying girls don't have Mommy to help them. Tell the truth."
A desperate sob escaped your throat. The speed was increasing, and you were not permitted to come.
"I lied, Tasha, I lied, mommy” the tears flowed, your intimacy pulsed, the pillow was damp. Your face was red from so much humiliation. "I never wanted to go to that party, I love you, I never wanted to have that old life."
She looked into your eyes; those green eyes stared at you. A moan escaped you and you covered your mouth; you felt dirty, you wanted her touch, your body was pulsing violently and the orgasm was so close. Natasha brought her lips to your ear and bit it, then she permitted with a whisper: "Come for me, come for me, brat."
You let go. The orgasm was strong; your body shook. You swear you felt your gums throbbing, you swear. It wasn't a noisy orgasm. You held back, trying not to throw yourself onto the bed. In the middle of your orgasm, she hugged you, and you threw yourself onto her.
"It's okay, my love, I'm here. Your Tasha is here."
Hi my lovely readers! I’m currently going through a bit of a writer's block, but I’ve been thinking and I’ve made a decision: I’m going to turn two of my stories into a mini-series (about 3 or 4 parts). What do you guys think?
The first one I really want to work on is Blood Red, followed by I Need You, both set in the same universe. I also want to start interacting with you more! I’d love your help: which story do you think deserves an extra chapter? Any story from my masterlist counts! Love you all so much for reading ❤️
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Tw: addresses religious themes, angst, self-harm, blood
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Once again, she was alone, looking at the sky which was sometimes starry and sometimes a great void. Stopping to think, she identified with that emptiness, for inside herself she felt nothing. Perhaps it could be her age, where hormones are running wild. A question circles her: what will become of her life? She was grateful because she breathed, but she hated living. This is quite confusing, for how can a person be grateful for life but at the same time hate their stay on this earth? She was a happy girl as far back as she could remember, though she didn't remember much. She had brown hair and eyes that were also brown, but with a tired and deep look. Unlike her friends, she never used drugs, but that didn't mean she was a saint; she drank at parties until she felt sick, smoked cigarettes, kissed boys and girls, tore hearts out, and had her own love taken away. The most incredible thing was that despite everything, she had a brilliant vision of the future, and her adolescence was marked by a lot of melancholy, few friends, and many acquaintances. But after all, what happened to her to reach the point of no longer wanting to get out of bed or even trying to go to another place several times?
Another day passed. The first thing she thought before sleeping and upon waking was that she was alive. She hated the feeling of being alive, but there was always a contradiction, which was her dream. After all, deep down, she felt that she possessed an exploratory soul. Once, in one of her writings for her small secret diary, she left a record that was to be found years later.
"I want to know the world, I feel that I have an exploratory soul, I want to smell the flowers of every place I visit, I want to roll in green lawns, I want to run on the sands of various beaches while I watch the sunset, I want to laugh and giggle at future situations in which I will experience a thousand adventures, I want to be happy in this mysterious world that does not hide its beauty, I want to enjoy the teachings that life and my good God will give me in a future."
An only child, Yn always liked to talk and plan her things, but something in her changed over time. She became more introverted regarding certain things, but she never took the smile off her face. In the last grade of school, she had the worst phase of her adolescence; the sadness hit hard and she no longer wanted to be in that place, so in three months she tried to take her life four times. This affected her health, but the pressure she felt for everything to be perfect was great. She wanted the best ideas, the perfect body, a handsome boyfriend; she felt that her beauty was not enough to live happily. She was envious of the pretty girls she saw on the internet, locked herself in her room and cried; the comparison was killing her little by little. She was tired, tired of everything, of herself. Her colorful childhood world was turning dark, and her adolescent dream was dying.
Today the sky was empty. She got out of bed and decided to take a shower and prepare to sleep; after all, she was already an adult, even if a young adult. This meant she had to mature, right?
In the bathroom, the water fell over her body. She stayed in the same position for seven minutes; her mind was empty, she didn't even know her previous thought. Everything was so confusing. The worst of all in her soul were her feelings. In adolescence, she wanted the most handsome boyfriend because she was envious of the girls who were able to like boys.
Yn grew up in a Christian home. Since she was a child, she went to church with her grandmother and parents. When she was twelve, she began to look at girls differently. This was a great sin according to her heart. Since childhood, she cried and prayed for God to heal her soul. Was this correct for a child?
Confused feelings. She never got involved with any boy and kept feelings for girls under lock and key for years. When friends and family asked, she said the same thing: "I don't need anyone right now, I need to focus on my studies."
When the water stopped falling, she took the towel and dried herself. She entered her room and put on simple pajamas. Today was Friday, which meant she would have the weekend all to herself. Silence was the most beautiful thing in the world. It was when her mind could relax.
Only silence is a great weapon, something so dangerous. When the lights go out and your thoughts are left alone, the monster appears. It says horrible things.
She closes her eyes tightly and tries to remember the good things in her life.
Natasha Romanoff. This name means so much to her. The woman she loves. Natasha treats her with love, always worries, and makes her pure intentions very clear.
You met Natasha a year and a half ago when you joined SHIELD. A miracle, but not really. You are just a part-time assistant who works and studies in the other half. But you managed to catch the redhead's attention.
In the beginning, it was just a crush; you prayed a lot, you prayed every night before sleeping. You asked the Lord to take this feeling away from you. Now, a year later, this feeling has not gone away; on the contrary, it only increases.
The two of you have been going out for three months. Only a few kisses and nothing more. When a make-out session almost progressed, you cried all night when she went to her house.
She thinks you are just shy enough to not want to progress and she respects you. Perhaps she thinks that at most you are not ready for the next step, sex.
Natasha buys you flowers, chocolate, and always brings your favorite coffee. She drops you at home when your work schedule allows and every day she sends a message to see how you are.
The redhead had plans for you over the weekend, but before she called you, you said you were swamped with college activities. She understood, after all, you study and work. She wanted to take you to the museum. Natasha was a spy; she could find out anything you desired in hours. You were giving signs that you didn't even know you were emitting; the museum was something that was on your wish list.
There were no college activities. There was a great mental meeting to organize your feelings. You wanted to be happy, you wanted Natasha, you wanted to make the redhead happy. And if your mental meeting was a success this weekend, on Monday you would tell her that you were ready to take the next step. A serious and correct relationship.
On Saturday morning, you woke up with two messages from her. One wishing you a good day and the other reminding you to eat and take care of yourself. You answered the messages and turned off your cell phone.
You closed your eyes and started counting to a hundred, trying to calm down. A good start, perhaps?
Time passed so quickly. Your mind was a mess. God is love, right? He loves everyone equally. He loves the sinner but does not like the sin. Is loving a sin?
Loving is not a sin. That was your conclusion. "Loving is not a sin," "Loving is not a sin," "Loving is not a sin."
"DAMN IT, LOVING IS NOT A SIN!"
"IT'S NOT A MISTAKE, IT'S NOT A MISTAKE!"
Your heart was beating at an absurd speed, your vision was red, a pain in your chest along with something making your breathing difficult, accompanied by a horrible lump in the throat. Your hands shook violently and the tears flowed like a melancholy waterfall; the loud, painful sobs could not be missing from this beautiful spectacle for the sadists.
Biting her lips and closing her eyes tightly, her nails found her soft skin and the work began; violent pinches and strong scratches being spread over her body, screams of pain coming out of her, the breathing getting more and more labored, if it could get any more so. When there is no way for things to get worse, life always finds a way to make the worst moment of your life even more terrible.
With the strength and determination she has left, she goes to her vanity and starts searching; throwing some perfumes and makeup aside, she finds what she was looking for: her blade.
The rest is history...
She throws it on the floor, cries, and starts humming a song her grandmother used to use to make her sleep in childhood. She smiles when she makes the first cut, which was at least 4 centimeters long. Then she closes her eyes and starts cutting her whole leg uncontrollably.
A glimpse of sanity passes through her head. With that, she stops and throws the blade with force against the wall. Yn lies on the bed and starts thinking.
The feeling is gone, for everything passes.
The blood dries, for everything passes.
Everything passes, she will be able to save herself.
The sound of a knock at the door catches her attention, but she is without the strength to reason. Her body is on autopilot. Her weak and stinging legs walk tremblingly to the door. Her hand, still shaking, slowly turns the doorknob.
"Darling..." a trembling sigh comes from the redhead's mouth. She does not wait for an invitation and enters the house. Carefully, she analyzes the girl and carries her in her arms like a bride. Yn, without strength for anything, simply accepts it and leans her head on Natasha's shoulders.
The redhead's pulse is fast. She places the younger one on the bed and looks around the room; there is blood everywhere. Hurriedly, she goes to the bathroom where she looks for the first aid kit. Fortunately, the cuts do not need stitches, despite the amount of blood. However, there were many cuts: both thighs, parts of her left arm, and the side of her abdomen.
With tears flowing, the redhead takes care of the girl with all the love and affection in the world. She cleans the blood and makes bandages for every part of her body. Her heart aches to see all this, but she understands that Yn is completely out of herself at the moment. How did she not realize that something was wrong before? Was it not just great shyness?
Now she wonders how Natasha ended up at her doorstep. The redhead received no response to any of the messages she sent during the day, which is not normal. At most, she thought her girlfriend's focus was so great that she couldn't detach herself from the books.
Yn was put to sleep. The redhead lay down by her side; she would not leave her alone for anything after today.
The next morning, when the sun entered timidly through the gaps in the curtain, Natasha woke up first, prepared a light breakfast, and went back to lie down beside her, waiting for the younger one to wake up. She would not pressure her; she would let everything flow naturally.
When Yn woke up, her face flushed with shame and her heart exploded with defeat. Natasha was not supposed to see her like this. Now she wouldn't stay. But why was she still there?
Few words were exchanged. But the support Yn received was unparalleled. This did not disappear from one day to the next. The redhead was by her girlfriend's side at every step. "For as long as it lasts" were her words.
When everything disappeared, she found peace. She found peace in the love that Natasha offered her. With this peace, she could give back more than she already gave. Love was the cure.
And the phrase that troubled her mind finally dissolved.
Your heart was racing, and a persistent ache lingered between your legs. One thing was certain: you could no longer reach climax on your own.
Your wife was working. The fertile period before the cycle is truly humbling. Your fingers weren't enough, and your hands mimicking hers across your body didn't come anywhere near the sensation you felt with her. Frustrated, you let out a shaky sigh and went to the bathroom to wash up.
In the shower, you thought perhaps at a different angle something would happen. Your back met the cold wall. The water was almost boiling, adjusted intentionally so your skin would feel a slight sting. Your eyes closed and a finger entered your vagina, moving slowly and then quickly. You were so close that a tear rolled down your left cheek. But suddenly, the sensation gradually faded away, and a frustrated scream escaped your throat.
Embarrassed by yourself, you went to your closet to dry off. Still naked, you applied red fruit moisturizer all over your body. You put on deodorant and finally faced your sleepwear. Normally you slept in light fabric shorts and an oversized shirt that fit you like a dress. Today would be different; you wanted something different.
A smile spread across your face as your hand grabbed your favorite nightgown. It was a long black piece with a lace neckline that covered your breasts, but the abdominal part was made entirely of sheer lace. Moving down, it had two slits, one on each side, leaving little to the imagination. The cherry on top was that you decided not to wear underwear.
Your wife would be home any moment. She had warned you she wouldn't be back early today due to an important meeting. You walked through the house with confidence, though deep down you knew the moment she laid eyes on you, shyness would take over your entire body.
In the kitchen, you drank a glass of wine. This was a big mistake because it only increased your need for physical touch. You checked your phone for messages, and when you turned it off, a noise caught your attention and your heart fluttered.
Natasha entered the kitchen and looked at you, her eyes darkening immediately. You drank the rest of the wine and walked slowly toward her. The redhead rested her hands on your waist and you leaned in, leaving a wet kiss on her lips. Immediately after, you trailed a path of pecks starting from her cheek and ending at her pulse point. "Is my love needy today?" Nat asked in a low voice.
Your eyes met and you dragged her to the table, which had been set before your desperate session of trying to find relief. "I felt like cooking today." She pulled out a chair for you and sat across from you. "My wife is so dedicated."
Natasha wasn't stupid. She knew you were in your fertile period and she loved how needy and desperate you became. You did unimaginable things in bed.
It was already the early hours of the morning when you decided to go upstairs, taking the bottle of wine with you. Before reaching the stairs, the redhead stood in front of you and you sighed. "Climb on me, doll." Without wasting time, you jumped on her. Your thighs were exposed due to the slit in your nightgown. She went up the stairs with her mouth on your neck, marking you. One of the things you loved most was seeing your body marked by Natasha the next day.
Upon arriving at the bedroom, you couldn't hold it in and moaned, "Mommy, I need you, please." You were so desperate that you rubbed yourself slowly against her. "Is my princess so desperate?" she asked with a lecherous smile.
The redhead slowly laid you on the bed and kissed you fiercely. Your desperation was so great that moans escaped with just a kiss. She moved down and found your breasts. She sucked them gently while you lifted your hips and rambled nonsensically.
Natasha moved further down and, just to tease you, she licked the opening of your vagina before pulling away to leave kisses and light bites along your thigh. "Mommy, I need you." She let out a laugh and kissed your clitoris before sucking on it.
You weren't a loud girl in bed, but on certain days with high levels of neediness, you couldn't control yourself. A few months ago, this had caused you to miss breakfast and lunch with your wife's family because you were embarrassed by the sounds you had made the night before.
She was focused on your anatomy. Her movements alternated between sucking your clitoris and running her tongue between your lips. Your hips ground against her, staining the older woman's face. As your orgasm approached, your moans grew loud. Natasha smiled and sucked even harder. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." She knew very well that you loved it when she kept going even after your climax, only pulling away when you said the safe word. You both loved how you writhed under her while coming, tears streaming down your face because she wouldn't stop.
As soon as you became oversensitive, you breathlessly shouted the safe word and she immediately pulled away. Your breathing was heavy and you clung to her like an anchor. After a few minutes of cuddling, she went down again and caught some of your arousal with her mouth, making you let out a whiny moan. She stood right in front of you and, with her hand, Natasha lightly squeezed your chin, making your mouth open. She spit into your mouth and you moaned as you swallowed.
The night wasn't over, far from it. She stepped away and walked to the closet. When she returned, you were placed on all fours. The redhead took a rope and tied your wrists behind your back. When you were ready, she slowly penetrated you with a strap-on, using delicacy so you could adjust. A few seconds later, she began to thrust forcefully while marking your backside with her hand. Your moans were louder than before, which turned her on immensely. When you finished for the second time, she withdrew and removed the toy.
You were crying, and it wasn't a sad cry; it was a cry of pleasure. Without untying your wrists, she hovered over you and began leaving kisses on your neck. The kisses turned into deep hickeys that ended with a soft peck on each one. She moved down to your back, leaving her mark everywhere she went. She stopped when she reached your bottom. The redhead looked at your reddened cheeks and gave a hard bite on the left side. A raspy laugh of pleasure left your mouth; you would never complain or get tired of this. On the third bite, she moved to the right side.
By the end of the night, you were ruined in the best possible way. You were exactly how you wanted to be.
She gently untied your wrists and kissed them. Your breathing was calm. She carried you to the bathroom where she cleaned you with all the gentleness in the world.
That night, Yn fell asleep in her arms in the best possible way.
I have eight fanfics to publish in the coming weeks. They deal with themes such as comfort, family environment, age difference, angst, and a dark touch
