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Okay guys, I’m so sorry to say that I’m not going to be able to give you all ‘All Hallows Eve’, because I’m trying to practice only writing what I want to more, as opposed to forcing myself to and ending up not writing anything.
Summary: You just wanted to spend the day with your friend, but you got something much better instead.
A/N: Not me forgetting to write the previous part lol. Don’t worry, you guys should be getting that one soon! But until then, Happy Halloween!
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Today was the day.
The spookiest day of the year, the one kids (and kids at heart, alike) waited for all year, for the dressing up, the parties, and best of all, the sweet treats.
The one and only Halloween.
The day was still young, and you were making your way to your friend's apartment, walking by all the homes that held people preparing for the night's activities. Be that trick or treating, parties, or simply binging on Halloween sweets and having a horror movie marathon.
You were one of the latter.
Choosing to spend the night with one of your closest friends, Natasha Romanoff. Handing out piles of sweets and holding the red-head when she became scared of the images upon the screen (no matter how much she would deny it).
You were early, and you knew that. But you were bored and knew that Natasha had nothing else to do the whole day, so you thought you would just hang out and spend the entire day together.
You had a key to her place; Have for years. But still, you knocked three times before entering out of respect for her privacy.
"Hello," you called, entering the apartment, locking the door behind you, finding Natasha nowhere to be seen, "Nat, you in here?"
Getting no reply, you shrugged, assuming that she had just run out to grab something from the store.
Little did you know you were dead wrong.
But you were soon to find out.
It was whimpers.
That is what alerted you to the fact that you weren't alone in the apartment.
The hair on the back of your neck rose, suddenly on high alert and thoughts of Natasha's safety filled your mind.
Thinking that she was hurt or injured, you quickly made your way towards her bedroom, pushing the door open, and revealing something you least expected.
Natasha. Your friend Natasha Romanoff. On her back, legs bent, feet planted upon the mattress, wearing nothing but a black lace bra, with three fingers stuffed deep inside her pussy.
Wet, sloshing sounds filled the room as you stood there frozen, with your jaw hanging open, unable to tear your eyes away from your stunning best friend. You could almost see the way her moans tore through her throat, breasts raising with every panted breath.
You would forever be branded a liar if you said you weren't attracted to the red-head. She was your friend, the closest one you ever had, but could you really be blamed for your attraction when she looked like that?
Not long had passed in your shocked stupor when Natasha rose her head from her soft plush pillows, darkened, lust-filled eyes finding your form immediately. Panic filled you far too quickly for you to see that she wasn't shocked nor violated by your presence at her open door.
"Shit- Natasha, I am so sorry," you rushed to say, turning your head away as you lifted your hands, trying to block her body from view, "I should have called or something. I- I'll just leave and come back later."
"Don't."
Your brows furrowed at her singular, breathy word, uneasily blinking your eyes open but still not looking her way.
"What?"
"Don't leave."
"But... But- Nat, you're-"
"Come closer."
"What?!" You couldn't help but snap your eyes to her, shocked to your very core at her request. Breath getting caught in your throat when you realized that her fingers were still buried deep inside her, still moving, working herself closer to orgasm as she watched you.
"Get a better view."
"Natasha-"
"Don't bullshit me, Y/N," she spoke around a moan, "I know you want this just as much as I do."
There was no reply to that that you could muster up, knowing her words to be the gospel truth. So you did as she wanted. Now at the foot of her bed, you had the perfect view of your masturbating friend.
Her pussy lips spread wide, three sloppy fingers thrusting in and out, curving perfectly into that spot within her, free hand coming to palm at her breast.
"Oh God, Y/N." If you weren't turned on before, you sure as all hell were now. "I can't tell you how long I've been wanting something like this to happen with you."
"Fuck, I feel the same," you husked.
Natasha giggled softly, wetness spilling from her pink cunt, "Oh, I could tell from the way you looked at me."
You were in too much of a trance, focusing on every move between her smooth thighs to reply.
Her thrusts picked up their pace, slamming into herself now, as she threw her head back, withering in place. She had quickly lost the pattern, fingers moving in her with abandon.
"Shit, I'm gonna come. Can I come, Y/N?"
"Oh, fuck yeah."
That was all the permission Natasha needed, back arching as she ground into her own hand, chasing her high. Her orgasm dripped from her, fingers shining with it.
Once she had mostly recovered, she pulled her hand from her core. Wet fingers shone in the quickly setting sun, where her wrist laid upon her thigh that still wracked with random quivers.
Natasha's smirk was mischievous when she spoke her next words, referring to her sticky fingers, "Do you want to come get your treat?"
Warnings: Road head, quickie, deepthroating, unsafe driving (duh), semi-public sex, strap on, blow job (on strap on)
Request: Not specifically.
Summary: You should have expected something like this to happen when you were performing another test run
A/N: Part Three of robo-dick! AKA ‘Innovator’
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Another day. Another test run.
There you were, focused intently on the road ahead of you. One hand on the steering wheel and the other on your loving girlfriend's thigh.
Well... you were trying to focus on the drive you were taking to Tony's upstate cabin. However, Natasha was making it hard for you to do. With one hand holding your arm, the other mirroring your hand on your own thigh, slowly drawing closer and closer to your crotch, all the while, she leaned over the centre console peppering kisses across your jaw.
"Babe, you're making it real hard to concentrate."
"Like you weren't planning this already," she smirked against your skin.
"I'm testing the long levity of the toy."
"We can do both."
"Babe-" your voice was cut off by your sudden moan, breaking through your throat with a crack.
Having to pull your foot from the gas pedal somewhat, thanks to the way Natasha suddenly gripped at the toy concealed under your pants. Rubbing at the invention underneath sending vibrations shooting up your core.
"Honey-"
"Just concentrate and be careful. Don't want us to crash, do you?"
Breathlessly, you replied, "Maybe you should try taking your hand off the strap then."
"But where would the fun be in that?"
"What's gotten into you today?"
"Nothing." A soft, open-mouthed kiss to your jaw. "You just drive me crazy sometimes, baby."
"Ever since I made this thing, you've been insatiable," you smirked, trying to push the humour out of your tone.
Natasha shrugged lightly, still rubbing up and down the thick strap, before reaching for the buttons of your pants, unfastening them with a single hand.
"What can I say." She leaned in close to whisper in your ear seductively, "I can't get enough of your cum."
A groan tore from your mouth just as she pulled the attached strap out of your pants, jerking at it like she would a real one, sprouting tingly feelings through your body, building up that pleasure in your lower stomach.
"Remember," she whispered again, "Be careful."
Then she leaned down and took the fake member into her mouth.
If anyone were to look into your car at that moment, they would be clueless to the secondary passenger riding next to you. Thinking you were riding alone, albeit, with a breathless expression, they would still not be suspicious of the happenings within.
"Goddamit, Nat."
The red-head hummed happily in reply, loving riling you up. Even more so when she had her mouth around your invention, making you twitch under her touch with only a few flicks of her tongue, light sucks, or muffled sounds.
She had you wrapped around her little finger, and you both knew it.
And you wouldn't have it any other way.
The hand that was once holding her thigh was now free, thanks to her new position, leaving you free to run a hand up her clothed back and onto her bobbing head, which steadily picked up its pace.
"Oh, fuck, babe."
Natasha gasped as she pulled from your cock, using her spit as a form of lubricant to continue your pleasure as she caught her breath, still mere centimetres from the strap.
Glancing up at you, she teased, "And yet you weren't for this five minutes ago."
You huffed, looking out your side windows to make sure no one could see either of your positions, even if you knew how irrational that was, with the fact that you hadn't seen another car in over twenty minutes. "We'll be at Tony's in fifteen minutes. If you wanna finish, I suggest getting back to work."
"Do you want me to?"
Rolling your eyes, it was easy to push her back onto your dick, just like she wanted, bringing that intense pleasure rocketing through your being once more.
"Fuck, baby. How does this keep getting better and better every time you do this?"
In reply, Natasha swallowed around the strap, making you throw your head back into your headrest momentarily, eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Recovering from the intense vibration by licking your lips and gripping the steering wheel tighter with one hand, the red-head continued to blow the strap, picking up the pace before you arrived at your shared friend's house.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" you exclaimed when Natasha took you deeper than she ever has before, gagging softly when the strap reached the very back of her throat.
Taking initiative, knowing that if you continued like this, you would very possibly crash the car, you pulled over to the side of the lonely dirt road. Parking beside a mass of trees, you pulled Natasha's soft auburn hair into a messy ponytail, relishing in the feelings of intense pleasure she was gifting you without worry of accident.
You could have groaned and thrown a tantrum when your beautiful tease of a girlfriend pulled away, but you were quick to realise that all was not lost. Because with a thick, rough voice, thanks to shoving the strap so far down her throat, she husked her words against your burning cheekbone.
"Come down my throat, just how you know I like."
You were right.
She was insatiable.
"Oh, fuck," you hissed a breath towards the metal roof of your car, flinging your head back once again.
Hand wrapping deep into her tresses, guiding her movements along faster, drawing you closer to what you both desperately wanted- No. Needed.
Then with a burst, an intense wave of vibration, and your vision going white, you came. Working down your high by Natasha's continuous sucking, cleaning the toy up for you.
Staring onto her forest green eyes, ripples of the fake cum at the corner of her lip, and hair a mess, you came to two conclusions.
One: You were glad you pulled over to finish your orgasm.
Two: Tony would one hundred per cent know what you two had been up to.
Warnings: Moring sex, hungover sex, cockwarming, talks of underage drinking, strap on (duh)
Request: Nope.
Summary: The morning after the frat party, you wake up beside Natasha, only to repeat the actions the day before.
A/N: This is a part two of ‘Thigh Mega Tampon’.
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You awoke the next day, in the late morning, with a sickly headache, thanks to your hangover.
You hadn't even opened your eyes yet, but still, the sun blazing through your uncovered window glared into the lids of your eyes.
With a scrunched-up face, you turned it away, letting out a whimpered groan deep in your chest. Yet you heard another sound, mimicking yours, from the space beside you on the bed.
Ripping your eyes open, you fought against the blaring sun to peer at the body beside yours. Spotting the beautiful -and naked- red-head you had spent the night with prior, out in the backyard of the frat house of 'Kappa Beta Gamma'. The woman whose name you found out was Natasha.
"Your head feel like it's gonna fall off too?"
She groaned softly once more, easing her eyes open, barely, turning to peer at you over her shoulder, "How could I have a hangover this bad. I don't remember drinking this much."
"Maybe we just forgot pounding a full bottle of vodka. Each."
Natasha 'humphed' softly, turning back to snuggle into the pillow, hoping to sleep the hangover off. However, as soon as she shifted around, trying to get comfortable when she gasped suddenly.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" you asked worriedly, hand sliding down to her hip, hovering over the red-head's shoulder, evaluating her expression for any signs of pain.
Her green eyes connected with yours, letting you watch as her pupils expanded and her breath shallowed.
You were confused by her reaction, curious as to what was running through her mind, along with the worry you still felt for her. That was until you gasped yourself.
All thanks to Natasha rolling her hips back into yours, and the realization dawned on you.
The strap you had worn last night to fuck the beautiful girl was still secured around your hips and deep within her.
"Jesus Christ," you whispered, leaning down to push your face into her neck, "You want it even now?"
"Can you blame me? I think sex would make me feel a lot better."
With a hum, she reached back to thread her fingers into your hair as you mouthed at her neck, learning nips and wet kisses across the area. Holding her hip as you began thrusting into her from behind.
"I just think you're insatiable," you chuckled into her neck.
Sliding your arm under the red-head's body, your free hand, the girl folded her fingers between yours before you pulled your entwined hands to her abdomen. While your other slid around to play with her throbbing clit. Still able to use your grip on her to pull her down against your thrusts.
"Oh God, Y/N."
"Fuck, I love it when you moan my name."
With a giggle, Natasha replied, "Maybe next time I'll let you film it, so you can hear it whenever you want."
You grunted, pounding into her harder in reaction, spurring on her orgasm. With her cry of your name, your head throbbed painfully, reminding you of your hangover, bringing on a light ringing in your ears.
Natasha panted against your lips, pressing hisses onto your lips, no less passionate to the last. With her nose brushing against yours, she whispered, "I don't want you to be just a one-night stand."
"I could tell that from the whole filming you thing," you joked. Another kiss to her lips, "But I feel the same way."
With that, and her smile, sealed the deal for your coming years at the university.
Summary: A beautiful red-head with a kind heart, finds out what truly dwells in the dark castle.
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"Never go to the castle upon the hill.
That was the warning Natalia was sure to heed. Ever since she was repeatedly told so, the first day she moved to the village deep in the forest and mountains.
Although, she could not deny that her interests were not piqued.
Try as she might, she could get no true explanation for the people's fears of the dark, grand castle. Only further rumours of a mysterious being who stalks the shadows and feasts upon the weak.
However, Natalia had never seen any proof of their words. Sure, people tended to disappear for a day or two and return delirious and unable to remember where they had been, but that could easily be blamed on their consumption of alcohol.
That was all until one night.
Rain pelted the streets of the village, so thick it acted like a blanket in the air, soaking anyone or anything that dared be outside. The only light came from the flickering flames of the street lamps and the rare candle in a window, indicating someone's inability to sleep. Other than the usual night dweller who resided in the far-off castle, many of the scattered windows alit with glowing, flickering flame.
It was unusual that the red-head would be awake at this time, never mind out in the rain and alone. But her travels had been longer than she first expected, much longer.
She followed the dark trail through the thick woods as best she could, hoping to return home before catching something worse than a cold. Natalia pulled the soaked-through shawl tighter around her shivering body, blinking through the raindrops landing upon her lashes and the tiredness behind her eyes.
It was when a small, scared, helpless cry sounded from the dark trees behind her did she stop mid-stride.
"Hello?" she voiced softly, not wanting to startle the poor creature further than it already was. Only to gain another cry, leading the woman closer to where the pitiful sounds came from.
Right at the outskirts of the dark forest, soaked to the bone, curled and shaking, sat a poor little kitten. With its bright golden eyes, it looked up at Natalia with the utmost fear. Not of the woman, per se, but of the night would hold.
"Oh, poor little baby," she cooed, caring naut for the dress she wore as she crouched down into the sloppy dirt to scoop the kitten into her arms and up close to her chest, trying her hardest to share her body heat with the soaked thing.
On instinct, Natalia curled around to protect the kitten when the thunderous sound of a whip clashing sounded behind her, followed by the wheying of horses.
"Halt!"
Looking over her shoulder, the wet red-head spotted shiny black shoes jumping from a black and maroon painted carriage glowing from the inside, pulled along by four finely dressed horses, and a driver in front, awaiting their employer's return.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" Peering up into eyes that sparked in the dark, Natalia found a finely dressed person, looking at her with the utmost worry, holding their top hat above the red-head, trying to keep the rain off them as much as possible.
Not knowing what to say, she manoeuvred herself so that the kitten held to her chest was shown to the one bent beside her.
Finally understanding the woman's position, they rose up, placing the top hat back upon their now wet head.
At first, Natalia thought they were just going to turn and leave the woman out in the rain with the small, little creature. But she was soon proven wrong when a thick overcoat was swung from around the mysterious stranger's shoulder and around her own.
"Come. Let us get you somewhere warm."
With that, she was led into the carriage, lined with red velvet cushions, top hat once again hovering over her head.
"Drive on, Happy," the stranger leaned forward to speak through the small window to the driver.
"As you wish."
With another crack of a whip, the carriage suddenly spurred forward, shaking the occupants within, thanks to the rough terrain of the bumpy road.
"I do apologise. I'm certainly dirtying your coat-"
"I do not care for the coat," the stranger turned, glancing down at the wet mud, caked across her dress, spreading to the fancy wool overcoat, "You are soaked to the bone. All I care is that you are dry and warm."
"Thank you..."
"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. But please, call me Y/N."
"I'm Natalia Romanova," she spoke through shivers.
Through the gift of her name, a metallic scent of her warm blood wafted into your nose, making your pupils blow wide at how sweet she tasted at the back of your throat.
Clearing your throat, trying to wish the taste away, and pushing the want for the woman, right in the back of your carriage. Even though you have done that before.
Pulling the soaked red-head into your side, mimicking the need the spread your non-existent warmth into her, not that she would notice that, through the layers and frozen skin of the woman.
"Well, Natalia Romanova," you spoke down to the green-eyed beauty, who peered up at you almost innocently, "Let's get you warmed up before you get sick."
"Where are we going?" she asked, only now realizing that the carriage was headed in the opposite direction she was initially going.
With your answer, it dawned on her.
"My castle."
You were the being the townspeople had warned her of.
And if it weren't you. It was something or someone you were hiding away.
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"Well, hello, my dear."
Natalia's attention was pulled from the glowing embers and flickering flames of the fireplace before her. Turning, instead, to find you, partially undressed, striding towards her.
Manoeuvring yourself down to sit upon the fluffy pelt that lay in front of the glowing fireplace beside the red-head, watching as her face softened in the orange light that swept across her face.
"How do you feel now that you are warm and dry?"
"Very well, thank you."
"And I'm sure your fluffy friend agrees with you."
Following your gestured hand, Natalia turned to spot the tiny black kitten, now dry itself, curled up against the cushions of your expensive chair, fast asleep.
"At least someone can sleep during this storm." The red-head's face morphed, twitching into a downcast, bashful look, "Thank you. For all that you have done for me. I don't know how I could ever repay you."
"Well, that is one thing you needn't worry about. I require no repayment other than your health."
"You're very kind," a breathy chuckle, "You know... the stories I've heard about this castle. They all seem so foolish now."
Your smile slowly fell at her words until it was barely there. Cocking your head, you asked, "Storied? What stories?"
"Not to wonder up her. That there was a horrifying being that feasted upon the meek. Just localsupersticion." Natalia looked at you with curiosity, at your silence. Trying as she might to divulge the far-off look in your eye. An almost hard, stony look. One that, quite frankly, unsettled her. "Right?"
You snapped back at her pressed question, pulling a smile back on your face, as you replied, "But, of course. People always tend to create stories and superstitions about things they don't know, nor understand."
"May I... may I ask?"
"Ask what, my dear?" You reached over, placing a comforting hand upon the red-head's soft arm, feeling the warmth now radiating from her. But just as much as you felt her heat, she felt the chilliness of your touch. Sending a shiver down her spine.
"Why are your windows alit the whole night?"
You chuckled lightly at her such innocent question, shaking your head softly.
"I am... I don't sleep during the night. I find it difficult to do. It's as if my brain cannot relax enough for slumber when the moon is out."
"So, when do you sleep?"
"The morning, normally." You nodded. "I tend to see the sunrise, then I sleep 'till mid-day."
Natalia had nothing to say after that. Instead, you joined her in watching the flickering flames dancing in the grand fireplace. Until her warm green eyes were pulled down to where your cold palm still resided upon her arms.
It only took her a few moments to decide on her next actions. It was easy for her to pull her arm up and waive her fingers between your own. Making your attention pull to your linked hands, then to the red-head's soft face.
When your eyes met, you both shared the same twitch of a smile.
This wasn't out of the ordinary for you.
To have sex with the women you would soon end up drinking from.
However, Natalia, she... she was different.
You weren't using her body to gain her blood at the end. You weren't having sex. Only feeling lust and hunger.
But this... you had never felt this... not that you remembered, anyway.
Natalia's fingers wove into the soft pelt below, wriggling under your body in pure pleasure as you littered kisses, and soft bites across her neck.
You didn't want to bite her. Well, you did.
You didn't want to drink from her. Well, you did.
You didn't want to kill her.
From only spending such a short amount of time with the gorgeous woman, you were instantly taken with her. How soft her skin was. The way her mouth was so eager to kiss you. Her sweet, metallic scent. You were sure you could already list the things you were infatuated by her for hours.
"Are you okay with this, my dear?" you husked against Natalia's lips, relishing in the way her blown eyes peered up at you.
The red-head nodded as she licked her lips. "I'm more than okay with this."
You held back the moan you wished to release in the back of your throat. Turning your head to kiss her sharp jaw, beginning to trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck, all the way to her chest, past her stomach, until you were locked in between her thighs.
Once again, your eyes connected with Natalia's. After trailing across her lithe body, following the marks you had left upon her skin.
Making sure she was still watching, you turned your head to bite into her thigh, making her moan lightly, raising her hips up in want. No. Need. Before turning and doing the same to her other thigh, leaving scattered marks across her pale skin.
"I'm going to devour you, Natalia." The red-head didn't know how literal you could mean that, as her eyes rolled back with a soft breathy moan.
Then you dove right in. Lapping at her wet core, nose nudging at her little, throbbing button, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Back forming an arch while she pulled at the pelt below her fingers.
You had tasted the sweetest drops of blood in your long years upon the world that rivalled the oldest of aged wines. But Natalia. She- Her wetness had to have been the sweetest thing you ever had the pleasure of tasting.
You didn't think you would ever get enough of the woman.
It scared you to wonder just how amazing her blood would taste. It would only take one small nick. Just a soft scrape of your razor-sharp fangs against her warm flesh. You had to use all the willpower you possessed, to make sure you didn't do that. Afraid that if you got the hint of a taste, you wouldn't be able to stop.
Natalia's hands moved from the soft wolf pelt to your hair. Weaving her fingers between the strands, tugging at them as she continued to grind into your licking, sucking, kissing mouth. Blurred begs pour from her kiss-swollen lips.
"Let me taste you," you growled into her core, "I wanna know how sweet you are, darlin'."
"Oh, please!"
"Let go, baby. Let go."
That was all she needed before she released into your mouth, letting you guzzle her orgasm down, matching the moans she released.
Pressing your lips against hers, you allowed her to taste herself upon your tongue.
"Stay here with me?" you asked, 'become one of the reasons rumours are made and spread.'
Natalia smiled at you softly, hands trailing upon your upper arms, before it fell slightly, and her head cocked in wonder.
Instead of giving you an answer, she asked, "Why are your teeth so sharp?"
Warnings: Formal wear, anonymous sex, lingerie, “stripping”, being recorded, overheard sex, packing, strap on, masks, choking, sex with clothes on
Request: Non.
Summary: A high-end party leads to pleasure behind masks.
A/N: This isn't the best. But I really needed to get this done. So... enjoy ig!
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"So what? Do we gotta put our keys in a bowl or something?"
A chuckle poured from the man's mouth, his hand coming up to pat your shoulder blade.
"This isn't a swinger's party," Tony replied.
"Well, with the way that you described it, it sure seems like it."
You entered the grand building that sat in New York City. With white bricks illuminated only by artificial yellow lights, practically glowing under the black night sky.
"Have you really never been to one of these things before?" he asked as you stepped into the elevator with fellow masked people. Expressing themselves with their smart tuxedoes and dresses, the masquerade masks unique to every person. So even if you didn't know who sat under them, you were still able to recognise a particular person.
"I can't say that I have."
He grinned under his red and gold mask without even needing to see, you could picture the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, thanks to his smile. You were one of his oldest friends, a fellow business owner. You had even partnered with the man on some projects over the years. So you knew the man through and through.
"You're gonna have a good time tonight."
"I'll hold you to that. If I don't, I get your Shelby Cobra."
"You're on."
Not even an hour later, you had a half-drunk flute of champagne in your hand, watching all the masked people in the vicinity.
You couldn't help the half smile that pulled at your lips when your eyes focused on your friend, the man heavily flirting with a tall blonde.
"You don't seem to be enjoying the party."
Peering over your shoulder, you found a red-headed woman standing beside you, a cream mask decorated with elegant gold flourishes over her eyes. Wearing a tight black dress with a slit going up one leg, almost reaching her hip.
"Oh, I'm enjoying it plenty. Alcohol-" You raised your glass into her view. "-People watching. Watching my friend get turned down." You then waved a hand over to Tony, showing the blonde waving a hand in front of his face, before walking from him. "Not to mention, I'm gonna get a Shelby Cobra after all this is over."
"Oh yeah? Gonna treat yourself?"
"Gonna win a bet."
The red-head hummed, glancing you up and down. "I gotta say, I did not expect to see a mask like yours."
You smiled at her obvious compliment, eyes shining behind the sculpted clay of the skull half-mask. It resembled an animal skull you would find in the desert, with red horns breaking from the head, curling around, almost like a goats, blackened in the crevices to give it an aged look.
"Well, it is the season, after all," you flirted, referencing the spooky holiday right around the corner.
That was all she needed to know that she wanted to spend the night with you in one of those private rooms. The whole reason why everyone was in attendance at this exclusive party.
"You can call me Nat."
"I'm Y/N." You offered your hand for the red-head to shake, not really caring to keep that a secret along with what sat under your mask.
An hour later, and a few more glasses of champagne, you were being led down a long hallway by Nat, a key with a ribbon tied to it, hanging from her free hand, some doors closed with occupants doing just as you were about to.
You didn't notice the flashing red light behind the large and elegant mirror on the wall. There was no way that you could. How were you to know you were being filmed... not that you'd be opposed to it, of course.
Turning around from the door you had just locked, you were gifted with the sight of the illuring red-head reaching for the zipper under her armpit, drawing it down. She then pulled the straps of her dress down her shoulders that you were so desperate to kiss, pushing it down her body while keeping eye contact with you, shallow pants pouring from her plump lips. Your jaw tensed when her voluptuous breasts were revealed to you, cupped in black lace, the material of her dress pushed down her tight waist and past her hips and thighs, letting it pool at her heeled feet.
"Jesus Christ," you breathed in reaction.
Nat's tits jostled as she bounced lightly on her toes, repositioning her matching black lace panties.
"Enjoying the view there, sunshine?" She smirked, loving the way you were gandering her, in a shocked daze.
"More than you could fucking know."
The red-head cocked her finger at you, waving you over with that look behind her mask. Taking almost uneasy steps towards her, when you were close enough to the woman, she reached under your suit and grasped the suspenders that lay underneath, using those to pull you closer. Smirking into your mouth, making you think that she was going to press an intoxicating upon your lips before pushing you into the lavish sofa.
Her hands were placed upon your shoulders, looking down at you as she stood between your legs.
"Are you ready to give me everything I want?"
"Only if you're ready to take it."
You had your hands upon her plump ass, caressing the soft flesh underneath, her lips massaging against yours as she held your cheeks between her palms, grinding into your lap where she straddled it.
"I want you," was muttered against your mouth, "I need you."
Unmistakable sounds hindered your reply to the red-head, coming from rooms away, almost identical to the one you were sitting in. Loud, breathy cries showing someone's pleasure. You swear, if you listened hard enough, you could hear slaps of thrusting into the moaning woman's core.
"You hear what's happening to her?" You nodded against Nat, nose brushing her own. "I want you to make me feel better than that."
If it were possible, your pupils dilated further than you could ever imagine.
Promising yourself that you would do just that.
With one hand holding her thigh and the other wrapped around her back, holding onto her farthest ass cheek, you helped her take the strap you had hidden under your pants. Controlling her movements as she rode you.
Lips pressed to her neck, following the tight column with every roll of her body, knowing that, even through your layers of clothes, there would be bruises from where she currently gripped your shoulders.
You could taste the champagne on her lips as she moaned into your mouth, broken only by breathy pants.
It didn't take long to manoeuvre the woman onto her back, laying her on the sofa you sat upon.
Nat's legs were crossed together, thrown over one of your shoulders, moans pouring from her jiggling chest thanks to your hard thrusts. Fingers digging into the leather seats below, trying in vain to hold onto something.
Even through her mask, you could tell that the red-head loved every minute of this. With your free hand that wasn't keeping her legs pressed against your chest, you fiddled with her nipples before your palm encased her neck, squeezing the sides to heighten her pleasure further. This position gave you the perfect opportunity to drill into her wet cunt.
A strangled moan tore through her throat, her hands snapping up to your wrist, holding you as she was repeatedly thrust up the leather sofa.
"Holy shit, you feel amazing."
"You look it."
Nat gave you a husky giggle, "Such a charmer- Shit!" her words cut off against her sudden cry. Back arching, with the moans that flowed through her plump lips as you thrust your strap into her from tip to base. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Natasha cried out, back arching as she came around your faux cock.
You practically came at the sight of her writhing around in pure ecstasy.
"Get used to that, honey. It's gonna be a long night for you."
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You wanted to wipe that smile off Tony's face as soon as you saw him next.
"So, did you have a good time?"
"Shut up, Tony," you said, strolling past the man, heading straight for the elevators as the night and the party dwindled down. Rolling your eyes as you heard his satisfied cackle following you.
You were stopped by a hand on your shoulder as soon as you were about to follow Tony in exiting the building. Turning only to find the masked red-head there. Holding out a USB stick along with a folded napkin.
"Thought you would want your video," she said as you took the objects from her fingers.
"You would be correct. But what's with the napkin?"
A soft shrug from the woman, "Just a little something extra." A smirk graced her lips, and with that, she exited herself. Piling into a car beside a brunette woman, leaving you to watch the car drive off.
Glancing down, you peeled open the folded napkin, and in black ink, read a number along with the woman's scrawl.
'Call me. I don't think I can get enough of you.'
'-Natasha.'
"Y/N, you coming, or what?"
You grinned as you looked up at your friend.
"Y'know, I'm not pissed at all about losing that Cobra."
Warnings: Drunk sex, dirty dancing, one night stand, strangers, outdoor sex, table sex, almost getting caught, shotgunning, underage drinking, smoking weed (duh), clumsy sex, spit, packing ruined orgasm
Request: No.
Summary: You thought the party was a bust... until it ended.
A/N: This one was kinda hard to do, ngl.
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"Whoo! Kappa Beta Gamma, forever!"
You cringed at the drunken scream of the large, blonde man. Watching as the cheap beer sloshed out of his red cup, splashing across the floor and soaking into his white shirt.
"God, I can't believe I'm here."
A chuckle from your side, "You were the one who suggested coming to this thing."
"Yeah, because I wanted to find someone to hook up with. Not to be surrounded by drunken frat boys."
"Gee, thanks," Wanda sassed humouredly.
You scoffed at the brunette, "Don't act like you're not here for the same thing."
"Only if I find someone who takes my interest," Wanda tried, raising her nose into the air, peering away from you.
The chuckle that bubbled from your chest couldn't be controlled, shaking your head at your friend. Before you followed her line of sight, only to find a college student drinking and conversing with his friends.
"Ah, seems you've already found someone already," you noted with a nod, "You really are picky, aren't you, Wands?"
Your reply was a swift jab into your ribs with her elbow, huffing as you watched her walk away towards the blonde man.
"And then there was one."
With a sigh, and your hands on your hips, you surveyed the bouncing frat house. Spotting partygoers dancing, playing beer pong, practically having sex in every corner, pounding drinks and shots in the kitchen. And some, even taking their escapades up the staircase, heading towards the many bedrooms.
Deciding you needed a drink to get through this, you made your way into the kitchen filled with bottles of liquor lining the counters.
"You wanna pour me one of those too?" a husky voice came from behind you, making your brows raize and peer over your shoulder.
With that one look, you already had your sights set on her. Hoping to take her home later that night.
With her fiery red hair, piercing green eyes, and full lips.
What could you say? You were a sucker for a pretty girl.
You raised the vodka for her to see, lightly shaking it side-to-side. You asked, "You want it mixed with anything?"
"No."
Your eyes glanced the girl up and down, evaluating if she could take straight vodka or not, especially with her short size. Which she picked up on. Easily. Ticking a brow at you, daring you to speak your judgements.
"You sure?"
"I'm Russian," she replied with a hand on her hip, "I can handle straight vodka. I was drinking it while you were still drinking apple juice."
"Your poor liver," you said dryly, pouring some vodka into a red cup before handing it off to her.
The red-head shrugged, slowly drawing the alcohol to her lips as she spoke, "It mainly just gave me a high tolerance." She then threw you a wink. "See you later, sugar."
You licked your lips as you watched her walk from the room, heading straight to where college students were dancing close together, and the bass-filled dance music shook the room.
Almost as if she could feel your eyes on her, she looked over her shoulder, sending you a smirk, before she quickly moved to dance with her friends.
With that look in her eye and the smirk pulling against her lips, you gathered that she was interested in you too.
Hours dwindled by, and you proceeded to get drunker and drunker. A buzzing filled your body, along with a clouded mind.
You had found your way back to the red-head, who you had poured a drink for, hands pressed to each other's bodies as you danced close together, drink in hand, further inhibiting your senses, as the woman only intoxicated you further.
The bouncing music could be felt in your bones, her chest pressed against yours, arms thrown over your shoulders, drink hanging loosely at your back, her free hand threaded into your hair.
No words had to be spoken between the two of you. Like magnets drawn to one another, you were slowly pulled towards the red-heads lips.
Sadly, her friends pulled her away before your lips ever met hers, dragging her away to talk to a group of guys while she peered over her shoulder towards you, lips formed into a frown, silently apologising to you.
You couldn't believe how hard you were getting cockblocked.
With a shake of your head, you decided to refill your drink, hoping to quench your thirst for the red-head with more alcohol.
Hours later, the party was dwindling down in the early morning hours.
You hadn't seen the captivating woman you had hoped to take home that night since her friends had stolen her away from you.
Wanda had gone back to the blonde's apartment, wishing you luck on your own escapades.
The air was chilly, and the sky dark. A light breeze, cutting through those outside, you being one of them. Dressed in only a T-shirt and jeans, you were able to withstand the cold biting air. Blowing out puffs of sweet, earthy-smelling smoke, looking like fog surrounding the darkened trees, before disappearing.
"You're still here?" It was more of a statement than a question.
Looking up and to the side, you found Natasha watching you with a small smile on her face.
Throwing her one back, you asked, "And so are you. Should I be worried that your friends will come by and sweep you away again?" you finished, taking another drag of your joint.
"No." The red-head chuckled, shaking her head as she moved to sit down beside you. "They've all gone home or to guys' places."
"And they left you all alone."
"You're alone, too."
"Touche," you chuckled, "Why'd they drag you off anyway?"
"They were trying to set me up with a guy who's had a crush on me for years."
"And you don't like him back?"
"He's not my type."
With the way the red-head looked at you, it felt like her green eyes were staring deep into your soul, warming you up in the cold night. Her shoulder leaned into yours, telling you all that you needed to know.
Sending her a smile, you offered her the joint.
"I've never smoked weed before," she uttered almost bashfully.
"But you've been drinking vodka for how long?" you joked.
She rolled her eyes, "Shut up."
"Come 'ere." You motioned her towards you, gesturing for her to turn towards you. Pulling the joint from your lips, taking another drag. "Open your mouth."
When she did, you held onto her jaw, pulling her closer to you so that her lips brushed against yours. Automatically, she inhaled the smoke you blew out for her, pupils blowing wide with how intimate and seductive the action was.
"Will that even work?" she asked, blinking heavily.
"How about I keep doing it, and we can see?"
The red-head solidified your suggestion with the kiss that you were both desperate for on the makeshift dancefloor, tasting the weed on your lips, more so on your tongue.
She wasn't high, not really, but she was drunk. Not so much that she was swaying and wouldn't be able to remember anything the next day. You were in the same position, only with the added fuzziness that the marijuana had given you.
The partygoers had been playing beer pong outside hours before, when the part was still buzzing, and there weren't people passed out around the large frat house. The only people awake and still present were the ones busy cleaning up some, and the two pressed against the beer pong table around the scattered plastic cups on the ground.
The red-head panted against your lips as you pressed her into the table, her legs wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you rutted into her. Shirt pushed up, bundled just under her full breasts. The hot, taught skin of her abdomen reviling in the cold air.
You peppered kisses down the side of her neck, humming into her skin, sending vibrations through her body. Causing her back to arch, pushing her chest into you, hips grinding into you further.
"You're so fucking hot," you spoke into her neck, "The minute I saw you, I knew that I wanted you." A heavy kiss to her full lips. "You're fuckin' captivating."
"I felt the exact same way," she uttered, holding your cheeks between her palms, pulling your lips with every kiss, "You were stupidly hot pouring those drinks. I wanted to jump you right then and there. Take one of those rooms up for the night."
"I would have let you."
She giggled as you began unbuttoning her black jeans, which she quickly helped you tug them from her body, along with her underwear. Leaving her fully naked from the waist down.
Leaning down, you spit a great glob of saliva against the red-head's clit, rubbing two of your fingers against the nub as she whimpered before you quickly thrust into her.
The table rocked and creaked underneath as you pounded her into the hardwood. Strap, slipping and sliding within her, her wetness making it pop out and land on her clit, thrusting into it a few times before you stuffed her full once more.
The red-head's legs were thrown over your shoulders, calfs resting on them, the girl bracing herself against her forearms, pushing herself up to meet you in passion-filled kisses, separated only by gasps and whispers of pleasure.
You couldn't help but scatter kisses across her bare chest. Shirt hiked up high above her breasts, cups of her bra pulled down under them. Taking a nipple into your mouth, you sucked against the sensitive flesh, making the woman groan into the early morning air.
Feeling the sharp tug against the back of your hair, you removed your lips from her tit with a pop, peering up at the red-head, letting her pull you into another hot and heavy kiss.
"Oh, holy shit," she whined against your lips, rearing down against each of your thrusts, one arm bracing herself behind her, as the other still held onto the back of your head, "I'm so fuckin' close. I'm gonna come- Please make me come."
You smirked against her plump lips, hips speeding up to do as she wished. Until that lust-filled haze was lifted and instead was replaced with cold panic, as far-off voices could be heard nearing the backyard.
The red-head's eyes matched yours, blowing wide with fear of possibly getting caught in the next few seconds.
Quicker than you ever imagined, you pulled your clothes back on. Well, yours was easy to solve. All you had to do was shove your strap back into your pants and pull them back up your thighs.
However, the woman you had the pleasure of fucking had a much bigger task. She pulled her bra up and tugged her shirt back down, that was easy enough. She chose to skip the underwear altogether and instead jump straight into her jeans. Her red panties being shoved into your hands, she quickly grabbed her discarded shoes, and you both ran from the garden just as the students rounded the opposite side of the frat house.
You had the girl pressed up against the white slats of the building, giggling into each others skin at the close call.
"I'm Y/N, by the way," you panted against her chest.
The red-head giggled into the sky, slowly turning into lighter shades of blue, as the sun rose over the college town.
"I'm Natasha."
"Well, Natasha." You removed yourself from her, hazily grinning up at the beautiful woman. "Do you wanna come back to my place so we can finish this off?"
Warnings: Fluff, beach sex, skinny dipping, public sex, squirting, fingering
Request: Partly.
Summary: Natasha’s ulterior motives come out when she asked to spend the day at the beach.
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The secluded beach was beautiful during sunset.
But still, it was unmatched by the red-headed woman you were lucky enough to call your girlfriend. Holding her strappy sandals in one hand as the light breeze ruffled at her flowy white sundress. Her other hand lay resting in her hair, keeping the tendrils from her face as she gazed at the shining waves.
You were so dazzled by her that you didn't realize that she had turned and was now smiling over at you. "What?" she asked with a chuckle.
Blinking out of your daze, you returned her smile, shrugging softly, "You're just so beautiful. I can't believe how lucky I am."
Natasha practically melted at your heartfelt words.
"You really gotta make me swoon like that?"
"It's just the gift I have, honey."
Natasha smiled at you mischievously, obviously plotting something.
"What...?" you asked slowly, suspicious of that familiar look and knowing what trouble it could bring.
"We should go for a swim."
"We don't have our swimsuits or anything."
"Who says we need them?"
"Wha-?" The question died on your tongue as you watched Natasha grasp at the bottom of her sundress and hike it over her head. Surprising you with the fact that she was wearing nothing underneath. "Babe, what-?!" you laughed, watching as she ran into the ocean, leaving her clothing behind.
Glancing around, making sure that no one was on the beach, and had not seen your girlfriend suddenly strip naked. Finding that you and the red-head were, in fact, still alone.
"Have you gone crazy?!" you shouted over to the swimming woman, beaming at you happily where you stood at the edge of the shore. Shoes in your own hand, letting the sea tickle at the tips of your toes.
Natasha laughed happily, bobbing in the ocean, "Let's let loose for once! C'mon, it's hard to be an Avenger. Let's have some fun! So, take your clothes off and get in here!"
You shook your head, breathing a laugh, thinking of how lucky you were to share your life with this beautiful woman. Stripping yourself of all your clothes, knowing that if you keep your underwear on, Natasha would demand them off, considering that she was fully nude.
"The things I do for you!" you called while charging into the ocean yourself, the cold waves and splatters of salty water splashed against your warm skin. "Jesus Christ! You could have warned me how cold it was!"
Yet another round of laughter poured from Natasha's lips as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders, pulling herself closer to your body.
"Where would the fun in that be?" she asked against your lips, the setting sun making her hair glow like a raging fire. Just before her soft lips pressed against yours, and her legs came to wrap around your waist, leaving you to support both your weights.
"This is what you had planned from the beginning of asking to go to the beach today, wasn't it?"
Natasha hummed against your lips. You were able to feel the smile on her lips pressed against your own.
"Maybe," she uttered sultrily against the crashing waves. Then with a tick of her brow, she asked, "Do you want to stop and go home?"
"No fucking way."
The sky was a blueish purple when you had Natasha below you on the beach towel, both of you still naked and bare for anyone to see if they stumbled upon the scene.
"Are you sure you want to do this here?" you mumbled through kisses, "If we get caught, it will be a fuckin' scandal."
"Then make me come fast."
You did as she asked.
Wet fingers thrust in and out of the woman at a hasty pace, her wetness spilt over your palm and down your wrist. Cries filled the air with every snap of your hand against her core, fingertips curling onto the spongey spot within her. Until they became too fast for her to match, and she, instead, threw her head back and panted heavily.
"Are you close, baby?"
Natasha hummed, nodding her head hastily, afraid that you might take it away just before she could reach her peak. It wouldn't be the first time that you've done that, nor would it be the last.
But with a few purposeful curls of your fingers, she knew that wouldn't be the case today. As she suddenly came, a blinding white light glowed behind the lids of her eyes, her orgasm transporting her to another plane of existence.
She was unable to hear the deep, aroused groan that sounded from your lips, watching as her cunt gushed around your fingers, spilling onto the towel below her and your arm.
The red-head chuckled airily when she came back to reality with you pressing kisses onto her flushed cheeks.
"Let's get dressed and go back home," you said, "So we can finish what we started."
Warnings: Corruption, scratching, cock bulge, dry humping, high school, not looking at Christianity in the highest light, virginity, "risky" sex, strap on
Request: Nope.
Summary: You got way more than kisses in the end
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The room glowed with the warmth of the light upon the red-head's desk, spreading into the darkened room.
The view outside darkened with every moment that passed. Coloured and crunchy leaves fell from the trees around, the forest close by the reverend's home showing a staple of the Autumnal season.
Even as the sky grew midnight black and her parents and little sister came in to wish their goodnights, Natasha continued to work on her homework for yet another class she was passing with flying colours. The vibrating sound of a motorcycle passing and fading away couldn't even deter her focus.
Minutes late is when her attention was finally broken. Jumping at the sound of a tapping against the window behind her, sending cold waves of fear down her spine.
Snapping to look over her shoulder, she spotted the slight features of a familiar face in the dark glass. Rushing over, she flung the window up, finding your smiling face looking up at her from where you held onto her windowsill.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed, glancing over her shoulder at her still-closed door, expecting her father to be standing there, looking at the two in rage.
"What? You don't want me around now?" you asked with a laugh, pulling yourself further into her room.
"Wait, wait. What are you doing?"
You peered up at her as if she were crazy, halfway through the window, "Climbing into your room?" you said slowly, "So I don't fall and break my leg... or neck."
With a quick sigh, Natasha pulled at your arms, trying her mightiest to help you into her room, not wanting you to get hurt.
"Okay, come on. Get in."
Once you were finally standing before her open window, you breathed happily, brushing down your dark clothes as if to remove any dust, lint, and dirt from your body.
Closing the window with a 'shht', she turned to ask, "Now, do you want to tell me what you're doing here? Where my father could find you and kill you."
"He's a Reverend. Do you really think he would sin and kill me?" You paused, thinking of your mocked words, as Natasha regarded you pointedly, cocking her head to the side, silently discounting your comment. "Okay, yeah. Pointless of me to ask that, My bad. Clearing your throat, you continued with a shrug, "Can I not just want to see you?"
Still in the same position, the red-head now ticked a brow at you, not buying your bullshit one bit.
"What? I seriously wanted to see you."
"Oh... so, you don't have ulterior motives?"
You shrugged again, gesturing your head from side to side. "Okay, so maybe I kinda hoped to make out with you. Is that a crime?"
Natasha rolled her eyes with a fun-loving smile. "You always have your mind in the gutter, don't you?"
"If you think my mind is in the gutter because of that, you've got another thing coming."
"Well, what more should I expect from a motorcycle-riding rebel?" she sassed playfully, making you gasp just the same, pulling your hands up to your chest, unable to fight the smile tugging at your lips.
"Why, I'm sure I don't know what you mean," you joked in a "high-class" voice.
"So you don't have a reputation from sleeping around to breaking laws?"
"You make me sound like a hardened criminal when, in reality, it's just not conforming to bullys and graffiti."
"You literally punched Brock yesterday during lunch, Natasha pointed out.
"He was being a dick," you reasoned, raising your voice slightly.
"Shh," the red-head hissed at you, waving for you to quiet down, looking over to her bedroom door, making sure that no members of her family were suddenly about to burst into the room. Not hearing any sound from the hallway, nor any of the nearby rooms, she turned to your almost guilty-looking face once more, "Okay, I think it's time for you to go."
"Aw, come on," you whined as she began nudging you towards the closed window, "I didn't even get my kisses."
"Who said I was even going to kiss you?"
"Oh, trust me, Natasha." Planting your feet, you moved to face her fully. "I know you want to, just from the way you look at me." Your smile grew at the light dusting of blush across her cheeks. "What? You don't think I notice you? In our shared classes. At lunch... when you watch me on my motorbike... I can see that you want me."
"You think so highly of yourself."
"Or can I just read you easily? I mean, it's not like you're trying to hide it. Are you?"
Natasha scoffed, shaking her head, unable to look at you as her blush grew darker.
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"No?" you inquired, leaning in closer until your face was mere inches for hers. Glancing from her full lips back up to her misty green eyes, you asked, "Then why are you blushing so hard?" No answer, which only brought you closer to the red-head. Another glance from her lips to her eyes. "Tell me you don't want me to kiss you right now."
"I don't want you to kiss me," she breathed out her lie.
Ever closer to her, now only centimetres from her lips. "Now, say it again, and mean it."
Natasha said nothing.
Instead, she reached up and pulled you to connect your lips with hers before wrapping her arms around your neck, keeping you close, as your hands fell to her waist.
Breathing heavily against her plump lips, you husked with a smirk, "I knew it."
"Oh, shut up," Natasha huffed playfully, hating how attractive you were at that moment. Holding her waist, nudging your nose against hers, that stupid smile upon your face. Not to mention your blown eyes, lustful ideas playing behind them, taunting the red-head with the images she could not see.
"I could," you said with a nod, "I could shut up, but then you would miss out on my beautiful voice, and we couldn't have that now, can we?"
With a roll of her eyes, Natasha playfully pushed you away.
"Now you should leave." She pointed to the window as she made her way over to the desk where her homework sat waiting for her.
"Wait, I thought we were gonna make out some more," you teased, gaining an unimpressed look from the girl.
"I have to finish this."
"Well, what is it? Maybe I could help."
"It's math." You sneered. "You still wanna help me?"
Just as you were about to give her your sarcastic reply, it dawned on you.
"Wait. We don't need that done for another four days."
"I like to get it done early." She shrugged.
"For what? So you can pray and read the bible in your spare time?"
"I do other things," Natasha replied, insulted, turning to face you over the back of her chair.
"Oh yeah, like what?" you asked, arms folded across your chest.
"I..." Natasha had a hard time racking her brain for other things she did day-to-day. "I read."
"Aha."
"I hang out with my friends," she scoffed, shaking her head as she ran out of ideas, "There's not much to do in this town, okay?"
"Yeah, this town really does blow." You nodded. "Especially if you're a prissy, innocent, little reverend's daughter."
The red-head scrutinised you, beyond offended by your words, mouth agape and eyes angry as she looked over the back of her chair, watching as you came forward with every description of her until you were hovering just above her.
"Did you come here just to kiss me, then insult who I am?"
You squat before her so that you were eye-to-eye with her green orbs. "Not just that..."
There were many things said about you around the small town you had grown up in. That you were bad news, you weren't meant to be messed with, you were violent and aggressive -unnecessarily so, according to everyone whose views only hated other's lives-, you fucked around and broke people's hearts like it were a sport and you were performing in the Olympics. And they were all true. But none as much as you were persuasive, to say the least.
Which is why you were able to get the innocent red-head away from her anger towards you. And instead, under your body, as you caged her in upon her bed, with your tongue down her throat.
Natasha had never felt this way before, hot and tingly, aching between her thighs. Unable to control the movements of her hips, spurring those questionable feelings on, further and further, every time that hot ache between her legs connected with your hips.
You didn't give her what she, unknowingly, wanted. Maybe even needed. By grinding into her, spurring on her orgasm. No. Instead, you let her come to you until her low moans vibrated against your lips. Only then did you give her what she unconsciously asked for.
A louder moan rattled up her throat at your first grind. You removed your lips from hers, only for your hand to cover her mouth.
"Shh..." you hushed slowly, "Don't want to wake your parents do you?"
She hummed her denial behind your palm, shaking her head as she gazed up at you with blown eyes.
"So, you gotta keep quiet now, baby. Maybe I'll take you somewhere private on my bike next time, so you can be as loud as you want."
Another, much lower moan into your palm as you watched the red-head's eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Taking that as your answer, you removed your hand. Relishing in the way her half-lidded eyes blinked up at you slowly, with parted lips.
"You've never done anything like this before, have you?" she shook her head. "Have you ever even felt this way before?"
"What way?" Natasha asked, trying to remain in composure as much as she could.
"Turned on," you replied bluntly, making her choke on her spit. You chuckled at her surprised reaction, "Oh, wow. You really are innocent, aren't you?"
"Shut up," Natasha huffed a whine, gyrating her hips up into you.
With a hum, you looked down to where she was humping into you. "Maybe not that innocent."
"Would you just keep kissing me?"
You chuckled into her lips at the desperation she showed, her soft hands pushing under the back of your shirt, fingers pressing into your back.
This was dangerous to do, and you knew so. Tempting fate by getting caught in such a position with the reverend's daughter, so you knew you had to be fast. Which is why you were barely undressed, black jeans pushed down, just to release the toy you wore around your hips. While Natasha had her pyjama pants removed along with her baby pink underwear. Left bare but her soft, oversized sweater.
"Are you sure about this? I know it's your first time."
She nodded hastily, nails now digging into the skin of your back.
"I don't want you to stop. I need you to make this feeling go away."
With a chuckle against her neck, "That feeling is only going to grow before it goes away."
"I don't care," she whined, grinding her hips against your strap, passing her wetness onto the silicone toy, "I feel like if you don't put it in me, I'll explode."
You smirked down at the girl.
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"Ask me to fuck you. Say, "I want you to fuck me, Y/N"."
The red-head's eyes blew wide, telling you everything you needed to know about her and swearing.
"C'mon, Nat. Do it."
"No."
"Do it. Say "fuck". For me?" She watched you, considering your request. Unsure if she should give in or not. "I'll fuck you if you do."
Those were the magic words.
"Oh, please. F- F-Fuck me."
A smirk drew across your face. "Say it again."
"Fuck me, Y/N, for crying out loud."
"Okay, there's no need to talk in such a manner," you chuckled into her neck.
Natasha rolled her eyes, but before she could reply, you began pushing the faux cock into her wet heart, making her gasp instead.
It was slow and tight work to get the red-head to swallow your strap deep in her core, but after some time and work, you did it. And were now waiting for her to relax around it so that you could finally begin to piston your hips into her.
The moans she released were ones of pleasant surprise, high-pitched and lowered so they wouldn't reach the ears of her sleeping family members, when you slowly started thrusting in her after her nod of approval. Her only leverage being the grip she had, digging into your shoulder blades.
"God, you're just loving this, aren't you?"
"Fuck yes," she heaved, throwing her head back, jutting up the bed with every movement your hips made.
"This is all about you," you muttered into her neck, "Tell me what you need."
"I- I need... shit, go harder, please."
With a satisfied grin at your corruption of the good little, God-worshipping, reverend's daughter, you did as she asked. Practically snapping your cock deep into her, relishing in the way she had to pull the corner of her pillow to muffle the uncomfortable noises pouring from her kiss-swollen lips.
It was lucky, incredibly so, that she chose to cover her mouth at that moment, as just outside her bedroom door came a noise that got you to halt your movements immediately.
Large, heavy stomps came from down the hall after the creak of a door sounded, unmistakably the sound of the red-heads large father gaining closer. You couldn't do anything but wait on bated breath for what was about to happen. Dread filled both you and Natasha as the footsteps passed and entered the bathroom at the end of the hall.
Knowing that you were safe, you let out a relieved breath onto her neck, sending shivers throughout her, and her hand slipped into your hair as she nudged her cheek into your temple.
Things were soft for a moment before a devilish thought popped into your head, and you began slowly fucking into her once again, pulling away from her neck to watch her features. Which were fearful and shocked, shaking her head vigorously, afraid to tempt fate and get caught. You didn't stop, even as her father walked past her room and entered his own that he shared with his wife.
"Isn't it fun to do something dangerous like that?"
"You're such an asshole." She shoved at your chest.
"Oh, look at you," you teased, "I got you to say fuck once, and now you're a real potty-mouth."
"Oh, shut u- Jesus fucking Christ!" she broke off in a low but intense moan as you shoved the toy deeper into her than ever before.
"That's blasphemous. Whatever would your God say looking at you right now?"
Natasha couldn't reply, too wracked with pleasure to do so, as you glanced down, wanting to see the way your cores connected, only to find something just as -if not more- attractive.
At the base of her stomach with every one of your thrusts, you spotted a bulge that was unmistakably your faux cock deep inside her.
"Holy shit, Nat," you breathed, reaching up to grasp her wrist and brought her hand down to feel what you were doing to her on the outside. She moaned when even the slightest touch pushed against the toy, making those intense waves of pleasure even more so. "You're taking me so fuckin' well, baby. It's like we were meant to do this. You believe in all that faith stuff, right?"
Natasha released a cut-off moan, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to hold them in much longer as her pleasure grew to its peak. So, instead, she clasped your face in her hands and pulled you into an intense kiss before pushing her hands back up your shirt so that she would have something to hold onto.
With a few wet thrusts, she came for the first time, blinding her with white lights, a scream-like cry breaking from her. Forcing you to place your hand across her mouth, allowing her to bite against your forefinger as her orgasm subsided.
You peppered kisses across her cheek as she came back into the real world.
With sharp stings across your skin from where Natasha gouged her nails down your back repeatedly, in her bliss, did you speak lowly, "Looks like the good girl has sinned."
"Well, I've already done it once. What's the harm in doing it again?"
And that sealed the next few hours in her room before you had to exit through the window and ride off on your bike into the dark night.
Warnings: Virginity, breeding, guidance, nervousness, strap on
Request: Nah.
Summary: Natasha brings the confidence back to a nervous reader.
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You were nervous. Gripping onto the leather steering wheel, feeling the texture under your thumbs as you rubbed them into the object, the squeaking of your hand movements against the wheel filled the car, along with your deep patterned breaths, trying to calm yourself.
"Okay, you breathed, nodding to yourself in assurance, before you exited your car, ready for what the night would bring. Or as ready as you could be.
You only had to wait less than ten seconds for the wooden door to swing open after you rapped against it three times. And when it did, the breath got caught in your throat when you saw the woman on the other side.
In tight black jeans, Calvin Klein sports bra, with red hair cascading down her shoulders, stood Natasha Romanoff.
"Hi."
"You're nervous," Natasha stated, reading you instantly, with only one look.
"I... you need to stop being so good at that."
"And you need to relax." She smiled, reaching over to grab your wrist, and tugged you into her home before closing the door behind you. "Go sit down, and I'll grab you a drink."
"Okay," you breathed to yourself for the first time in less than five minutes. Moving over to the sofa and taking a seat.
Natasha came back not long later to see you rubbing your palms against your jean-covered things out of anxiety, an open bottle of cold beer in hand.
"Here," she passed off the alcohol before swinging a leg over your thighs and taking her own seat on your lap.
"Jesus, are you trying to make me feel worse?"
"Don't worry," the red-head hummed, peppering kisses across your cheek while you took your first sip of the hoppy liquid, "You'll be fine when you're fucking the shit outta me later."
With her words, you choked on the beer out of surprise, spitting it out around the lip of the bottle, letting it trickle down your chin.
Natasha chuckled attractively, moving to lick up the spilt droplets of booze from your chin, trailing her tongue up along your lips, before drawing back once again with a seductive smirk upon your face.
"Are you ready to take this to the bedroom?"
Blinking and finally closing your gaping mouth, you replied, "Can I finish my beer first?"
You didn't get a chance to finish your beer.
It had moved to the bed, Natasha straddling your lap once again, hands upon your cheeks, kissing you deeply. The only difference? She had removed her sports bra. Tits spilt out in front of you, the red-head moaning into your mouth as you massaged her globes lovingly.
With a roll of her hips, she found what she was looking for. She hummed against your lips, smiling successfully. Before she pulled away, showing you her beautiful face.
"I see you wore it like I told you to."
"Well, I uh, I didn't want to disappoint."
Still sensing your anxiety, Natasha came closer to your face, comfortingly rubbing your cheekbones with the pads of her thumbs.
As her nose nudged against yours, she hummed, "I guarantee you will definitely not disappoint."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I've slept with many people in my time-"
"Not filling me with confidence there, Nat."
The red-head tried to push the smile from her face, failing miserably, as she shook her head, "-But, from my experience, the ones who are most nervous and think they will not perform well are the ones who fuck the best. When somebody is confident about losing their virginity, thinking they will be amazing, are the ones who last less than a minute and don't know where the clit is."
"So... men."
"Pretty much." Natasha nodded with a humoured smile. "Now, where were we?"
You stopped her as she leaned in closer to kiss you once more.
"Wait, wait. But I have no idea what I'm doing."
"Don't worry about that. That doesn't mean you'll be bad. And anyway, I'm here to guide you."
And with that, Natasha pushed at your chest, sending you tumbling back into the bed, bracketing you in with her arms, tits hanging just above your face.
"If this is how I go, I'd die happy."
Natasha giggled sweetly, "I'd prefer if you didn't. I still really want to fuck you."
"Glad to know you want me," you smirked.
"You don't know how bad I want you. I've wanted you for so long now."
"God, keep saying those nice things to me, and I might just explode."
"Kinky," she giggled into your warm neck, nibbling at the sensitive gently, scattering a few marks here and there as a reminder of this night for days to come.
It didn't take Natasha long to get you both fully undressed and to hover above you, ready to take your strap and walk you through everything. Keen to take all the pleasure you were undoubted going to deliver upon her.
"Are you ready?"
"I... I think so..."
The red-head leaned in closer, lowering her voice to repeat her question, "Are you ready?"
With the way her green eyes swirled darkly above you, you were suddenly filled with untapped confidence. Nodding assuredly, you replied, "You fuckin' betcha."
Natasha smirked, keeping eye contact with you as she moved a hand down to grab the strap, digging through her soaked pussy, wetting the toy before slowly feeding it into her hot core. Her eyes rolled closed as pleasure-filled gasps fell from her lips.
"Oh, God. You feel so good."
"I haven't even done anything yet."
"No, but you will," she stated, hands on your chest as she began riding you slowly, "And when you do. I know that it's going to be so much better than it already is."
Natasha straightened up, hands now upon her knees as she slowly rode you.
"Now, put your hands on my hips, and control my movements."
"But I don't know what you like."
"Trust me, I'll let you know when you do."
Deciding to take her word for it, you timidly placed your hands on her soft waist, trailing your fingers down to her hips. Guiding her hesitantly until she released a sudden gasped moan, and you grew more confident in your movements.
Before long, Natasha had her head thrown back and crying out to the heavens, breasts bouncing with every movement.
"Fuck, I need more," the red-head panted, blown eyes gazing down at you, almost pleadingly.
"W-What do you want me to do?"
"Start thrusting your hips up- Oh, fuck. That's it!" she cried out, collapsing into your chest, bracing herself upon her forearms, moaning with her eyes scrunched closed above your face.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," you husked, receiving a heavy kiss in return, her palms coming up to hold your cheeks,
as she bounced with every thrust she met.
Pants brushed against your lips, Natasha's foreheads rested against yours, eyes still closed, as she basked in the pleasure you gave her. Her pants doon turned into short, high-pitched moans.
"God, I'm gonna come."
"Already?" you asked, voice containing the shock you felt. Assuming that you would only get the beautiful woman to come once. If you were lucky.
The red-head nodded hastily with a hum.
Reaching for your hand on her hip Natasha dragged it down to her core. Instantly, you knew what she was wordlessly asking for, taking initiative by rubbing your thumb against her swollen clit.
A few seconds later, Natasha moaned loudly, shaking, eyes rolling into her skull, while her orgasm shot through her. Hips jutted randomly as she came down from her high.
"Shit, that was so good."
You beamed up at the woman, blush tinting your cheeks at her compliment.
Natasha's forefinger trailed from your cheekbone, down your cheek, all the way across your jawline, just gazing at you lovingly.
Moving closer, she muttered, "Now, I want you to flip me onto my back, fuck me into the mattress, and act like you're gonna fill me to the brim with your cum."
The red-head squealed as you did just as she said, bouncing against the bed, goggling up at you with her hands pushing at your chest.
"As you wish, beautiful."
"Well, look who's got their confidence back." She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you down to her face. "It's really fucking hot."
Warnings: Bottom!Natasha Romanoff, Top!Reader, Smut, Strap-Ons | 18+ Minors DNI
“This was a bad idea.” She was sure to accent were words by gripping the bed sheets, huffing as she took a small peek at herself in the mirror. Sprawled over the bed, facing down with red strands of hair trickling down her flushed face. “This was a really bad idea.”
A playful slap landed on her cheeks as you hovered over her body. Your toy was deep inside her cunt, much larger than she was used to. Velvety walls were spread apart letting out adorable sloshing sounds. Such a wetness lubricated her enough for you to ease in once she relaxed. Poor Natasha couldn’t do much but let out strangled incoherent words and whimpers.
“I can always stop,” you teased, thrusting your hips again. Your body brushed against her own. Nostrils were drunk with her essence, the stench of sex taking over the room and settling for you to bask upon. “Is that what you want, baby? Do you want me to stop?”
A few more movements, wet noises overtaking her ears as you fucked her nice and slow, caused her features to scrunch up. “Please don’t stop. It feels really good. Just keep going for me, please. I’ll be a good girl I just- fuck!” In a single movement you dug your cock inside her pussy, the poor redhead screaming with arousal dripping from her throaty sounds. “I’m so full.”
“I know, sweetheart. You’re so fucking tight for me too. Do you like being all stuffed with my cock?” Natasha nodded at that, eyes meeting upon the reflection of the mirror. “Hmm that’s good. My princess deserves only the best. I just want to make you feel good.”
While pumping the silicone toy in and out of her puffy, aching pussy, you failed to hear the front door unlocking. To your surprise Natasha had been right. Although it was the middle of the day and she carried on her role of a stay-at-home mom perfectly, it had been a bad idea. At least that’s what Bruce’s venomous words exasperated when he opened his bedroom door to find his wife being claimed by the neighbor.
To his dismay, it wasn’t the first or last time you snuck away with Natasha.
Warnings: Professor, spanking, slight age gap, professor/student relationship (duh), slightly older reader, strap on, begging
Request: Nope.
Summary: Yourself and your red-headed student share an "extra credit" session in your office
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"Does anybody have any questions?"
A large blonde man rose his arm into the air, along with a few of his peers.
"Yes, Mr-" You glanced down at the paper which held the names of all your students. "-Odinson."
"Are you old enough to be teaching here?"
You gave a soft chuckle at his clueless question.
"I get that. I graduated early from university myself. Just transferred here, been teaching for five years," you gave the same answer you had in your past two classes, "Now. Does anybody have any questions about the lesson?"
A few hands rose back into the air.
"Miss... Romanoff?"
The red-head blinked slowly, lowering her arm back down, as she threw an almost invisible smile at you.
"Do you have any options for extra credit?"
"Stay behind after class, and we'll talk about it privately."
"Yes, professor."
That was how it all started.
Five months later, and your student would still hang back after every one of your lessons for her "extra credit" sessions.
And also do whatever she had to, to rile you up. Which was normally to question you in the middle of your lessons.
"Are you sure that's right, professor?"
"Yes, Miss Romanoff, I am more than positive."
"Okay." The red-head smirked at you, loving how much she was teasing you at the moment.
"Anyway, as I was saying-"
The shrill bell interrupted you, making you suck your lips in agitation, forcing a tight smile.
"-Or apparently, I wasn't. We'll pick up next lesson."
Once the room was emptied of all other students, Natasha made her way down to where you were cleaning up your desk, with your back turned to her.
You sighed, dropping your head as soon as you felt the red-head's hands on your back, rubbing along your clothed skin before passing across your ribs. Chest hovering against your back. You were still mid-sigh as you turned to face the woman who was, very obviously, checking you out. Her hands now upon your midriff, caressing you through your shirt, as she slowly blinked up at you.
"Do you really have to do that in front of the whole class?"
"Do what?" Natasha asked, faux cluelessly.
"Oh, you're really acting like you don't know?"
She shook her head steadily, "I don't know?"
Na"Oh, okay. So, how about you trying to say that I'm wrong in front of the whole class when you know that I'm right. Or, how about the fact that you're wearing a skirt this short, and every time you were in my line of vision, you would do something that makes you have to open your legs, only for me to see how fucking wet your bare pussy is?"
Natasha hummed, smirking as she looked you up and down, before replying with her seductive husky voice, "Which are you more pissed about?"
You gripped her hips, tugging her into your body until her arms wrapped around you and fingers curled into your shirt.
"What do you think?"
"I think you want to fuck me on your desk."
"I think you're projecting."
"Oh, I'm not." She shook her head, leaning closer to your face, to whisper, "I just don't think you have the ability."
"What? To fuck you?" you chuckled, "I think we both know that I can, with our past "extra credit" sessions."
"You gave me orgasms. You didn't fuck me. You can't fuck me. You can't make my brain stop functioning, just with your dick. You don't have the skill."
"Okay," you muttered in slight humour.
Looking away from the red-head, you raised your hand and moved to grip her soft hair, taking a thick bunch and pulling her head back.
"You wanna say that shit to me again? Or are ya' gonna be a good girl?"
"I'll be good if you prove me wrong."
You let go of her hair, allowing Natasha to straighten up, the red-head looking at you with slight anxiety at your calm demeanour. Worried that she may have actually angered you.
"I have another class to teach. Go to my office, strip, bend over my desk, and wait for me," you told her, tone leaving no room for argument.
Natasha's eyes lit up with excitement, small grin taking up place on her face. A static energy coming from her.
"What are you waiting for? Get going." You punctuated your point by giving her a swift slap to her plump ass.
She smirked over her shoulder at you as she walked to exit the room, just as your next class was beginning to pour through the doors.
You were gonna have so much fun once this lesson was over.
You couldn't wait.
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Natasha had been waiting for over an hour, undressed and bent over your desk, scattered with leatherbound books and papers.
And you?
You were purposefully taking your sweet-ass time.
Meandering down the halls, past other professors and the random students, as you pulled the tie around your neck loose. Mind filled with the beautiful red-head awaiting you in your office, and if you would have to punish her or not, if she complied with your demands.
To your surprise. She did.
Well... mostly.
At the sound of your heavy wooden door opening and closing, Natasha turned her head to find you watching her with a smirk, leaning your shoulder against the door.
"Looks like you do know how to follow directions. Although I did mean for you to be naked and not in your underwear. But I'm fair and accepting, so I'll let you off... this time." Her eyes followed you as you came further into the room.
Fully removing your tie, you flung it somewhere across the room, shrugging off the jacket you wore, dropping it onto where Natasha had left her clothes upon the leather sofa within your office, neatly folded.
"Well, how was I supposed to know that?" she sassed back.
She was right.
But you weren't about to let her know that.
You had a smile across your face as you passed behind her, tips of your fingers grazing across the waistband of her black panties. Her ass practically hung out of the lace material, which was perfect for you. The underwear gave you the perfect vantage point to smack at her bare skin without having to move anything about her "outfit".
Natasha jolted with a yelp at the sudden spank. Fingers flexed against the mahogany wood of your desk, glancing over her shoulder to see you undoing the first few buttons of your shirt as you rubbed at the offending area of the red-head's plump backside.
"You wanna keep talking back to me, or are you gonna be good for me, baby?"
The soft skin of her ass rubbed against the palm of your hand as she wiggled it teasingly at you.
"Or what?"
A deep hum sounded through your throat, slightly humoured and angered, while you leaned over her back to husk into her hair.
"My patience is wearing thin with you, Natasha. This is your last chance. Apologise and tell me that you'll be a good girl."
It only took two words for that thin thread of patience you once had to snap into nothingness.
"Make me."
Raising up to your full height with a hum. Rubbing your hands into her soft flesh, referencing the calm before the storm. Before scattered smacks were brought down her backside, sending the red-head into a tailspin of the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure that only you could bring.
She was whimpering before you were done, plump bottom a rosy pink, soon to deepen into reds, blues, and purples. Natasha was more than fine with the knowledge that she would have a hard time sitting for the next week. You could even say she was happy. She had always loved remembering your shared time together, even when you weren't around her.
"Are you ready to be good now, or do I gotta keep going?"
Natasha whined into the wood, twisting with her built-up arousal.
Passing your hands around her hips so that you gripped her upper thighs, using your position to hastily pull her into you whilst also jutting your hips into her ass. Or rather, what you had hidden under your smart pants, causing the red-head to moan out loudly.
"Answer me, baby." A roll into her wet core. "Or you won't get my special treat."
That got her.
Natasha's head popped up at that begged words flowing from her plump lips.
"Please. Please, Y/N. I swear I'll be good. I want you to make me feel good."
You pressed a firm kiss into the middle of her shoulder blades, easing down her black lace panties, causing the girl to hiss when the flower-patterned material passed over her red-raw skin. Making you take note to rub some aloe into her ass once your "study session" was over.
"I'm sorry, honey," you muttered into her ear, "But I'll make you feel better so soon." A pattern of soft kisses around her ear. "So, so, soon."
"Please."
Softly tapping the side of her thigh, you spoke, "Take your bra off for me."
Doing as told, the girl rose up, swiftly unclipping her bra and throwing the thing off to join your discarded tie.
Your eyes trailed down her chest, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips at the sight of her round breasts, pink nipples pert and hard. With a mysterious glint in your eye, you leaned down to blow sharp, cold air against the sensitive skin. Instantly watching the red-head's reacting. Watching as she jumped and shivered, rolling her shoulders at the pleasurable action.
"I love how you're so responsive," you smiled, moving her back against the desk. Red backside connecting with the wood, making Natasha jump at the sudden pain. However, you were quick to push her to lay upon the surface once more, this time upon her back, her ass hanging from the table, as not to cause her more pain.
Her legs spread, allowing you to slot yourself in between them, fingertips grazing her soft thighs. Chest panting up at you, core wet and waiting.
"You ready, baby?" you asked as she pushed herself up on her elbows.
Natasha's red hair bounced as she nodded vigorously, hips rolling as your hands travelled to unbuckle your belt, just wanting you to hurry up and fuck her already.
"You still think that I can't fuck you?"
Her eyebrow ticked, "I'm still waiting for you to prove it."
Your face turned hard at that, hands gripping the red-head's thighs, spreading them further apart, and burying your strap deep within her in one fluid, well-practised motion.
The moan that tore from Natasha was loud and sudden. Her head thrown back, showing her tight neck. Falling back from where she held herself up on her forearms, as her back arched in pleasure.
You took that as your opportune moment, taking her waist between your hands, pulling her further onto your strap, holding her as you began your deep thrusts.
Cries continued to fill the book-lined room, along with the sound of skin slapping skin and Natasha's wet centre.
With an intense effort, she managed to manoeuvre herself up, wrapping an arm around your neck, her free hand pushed against your chest, making you fall back into your leather office chair.
Your mouth dropped open as you watched the red-head begin to ride you with vigour. Scattering a few more smacks against her reddened ass, eyes intent on the way her wet cunt sucked the faux cock deep inside her.
Natasha's blissful pants turned into high-pitched cries, hips moving randomly, grinding against you now, as you held her hips. Knowing she was close, you started lifting her up on your strap, canting your hips up as you did.
Soon after, she flooded around you, her wetness trailing down your thighs and onto your chair below.
She flopped against your body once her orgasm subsided. Arms around your shoulders, face pressed into your neck, as she tried to regain her breath.
In soft strokes, your hands ran up and down her back, soothing Natasha, as she still twitched randomly with aftershocks.
With a soft kiss to her temple, you muttered,
"How's that for fucking you?"
You felt her smirk before she spoke, "I did most of the work."
Warnings: Massage, voice kink, body worship, size kink, fluff, fingering, slight begging, talks of bathing together
Request: Non.
Summary: After a hard day at work, you are pampered by your beautiful girlfriend.
A/N: First day is here, baby!! There's not much size kink here, but meh, sex! Happy Kinktober 2022!
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You had a bad day.
A very bad day.
You had shot a text over to your loving girlfriend, letting her know just that, as you were on your long commute back home.
Now you weren't dense. And you knew where your complaining would lead to. You were expecting extra lovin', kisses, cuddle, comforting words, and maybe even your choice for takeout that night.
Not this.
The lights were dim as soon as you entered your apartment, a soft glow of lights leading in the direction of your bedroom.
"Babe?" you called out, making your way through the home, following the flickering orange glow. "Honey?"
There was still no answer as you pushed the cracked door to your bedroom open, revealing the room scattered with various lit candles, and yet, no beautiful red-head.
"Natasha?"
That's when you heard the rush of running water, pulling you to the joined bathroom.
A soft gasp tore from you when you found the woman you had fallen in love with, surrounded by more flickering candles, drawing a bat, wearing nothing but a white, fluffy robe.
"Welcome home, Honey."
"What is all this?" you asked with a heart-warming smile.
"Well, you said that you had a bad day, so I decided to spoil you a little," she explained mischievously, her brow ticking, oh so sensually, "First, we're going to share a bath together. Then I'm going to give you and your tense muscles a massage. Then afterwards, I bought all your favourite snacks for us to stuff ourselves with, we can watch whatever you want. And I also bought you that game you've been wanting for a while now."
While your girlfriend spoke and you melted at her loving actions, she drew ever closer until her palms rested against your clothed chest. Softly smiling up at you with her full lips, green eyes warm and affectionate.
"You're too good to me."
"I treat you exactly how you deserve," she stated, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her lips, only for her to continue, "Now, let's get in the bath before it gets too cold. Because someone still needs to get pampered before I can dig into those Cool Ranch Doritos."
"Yes, ma'am." You smiled, leaning down, placing a peck against her pillowy lips before beginning to remove your work clothes.
After the warm relaxing bath, Natasha had situated you upon the bed, chin resting over your folded arms at the foot of the bed, waiting as Natasha plucked the massage oils she needed from the bedside table.
You didn't feel the need to wear anything but your underwear, just like Natasha. You would have gone with nothing if she hadn't playfully called you a 'horn ball'.
Just as you let out a relaxed sigh, she had thrown a leg over your hips, sitting down on your backside.
Rubbing her hands together as to warm up the slick liquid, you peered over your shoulder, finding her in her matching pink bra and pantie set that hid practically nothing.
Noticing the smirk on your lips, the red-head rolled her eyes and spoke, "Get your head out of the gutter and face forward."
Silently, you did as told, but not without wiggling your ass beneath her in pretence of getting comfortable.
"Are you ready?"
"And waiting."
You couldn't help the uncontrollable hum that vibrated through your throat as your head hopped down to fully lay against your arms. The soft and smooth movements of Natasha's palms sliding across your shoulder blades and down your back. Thumbs lightly kneaded into your skin when her hands hooked over your shoulders.
Another content noise left you when the pressure shifted as the red-head leaned down to whisper in your ear.
"Bet you're glad you stopped looking at me now, huh?"
"No matter how good this feels, nothing could make me think that."
"Such a charmer," she cooed, pressing a kiss to your cheek before getting back to her task of removing what tension she could.
"Only for you, baby."
Minutes passed, filled with Natasha's soft movements against your skin. Soon the woman grew too worked up to continue without progress.
It took her only moments to reach behind herself and snap her bra undone, sliding it down her arms, and flinging it across the room.
As soon as Natasha's hands returned to your body, she leaned down to speak into your ear again. Breasts grazed your back as her fingers massaged into your shoulders, lips brushing your ear.
Natasha's voice came out husky and sultry, "I think you might need to turn over so I could massage your chest." She finished with a soft, heavy kiss to your neck, her voice and the kiss sending ripples of shivers down your spine.
"And I was the one who had to get my mind out of the gutter."
"Oh, don't act like you don't like it," she husked, leaving a trail of kisses across your upper shoulder blades, and down your spine as her hands slid down to hold your ribs. All the while, her hips canted against your backside, the beginnings of a wet patch seeping into your underwear.
"You know how much I like it." You smirked. "But I thought this was just gonna be a massage."
Another kiss to the side of your neck. "Why do you think I want you to turn around? Can't work on your front if I can't see it," she finished by sucking on your earlobe, pulling it back between her teeth, drawing a groan of pleasure from you before she released the skin with a pop.
You gave a light breathless chuckle, raising up to allow the red-head to turn you over.
Or so she thought.
Natasha had a successful smile on her face, before a yelp sounded from her when you turned, grasped her middle and flipped her to lay below you.
"You know, this isn't what I intended," she smiled up at you, silky hands coming to rest against your chest and upon your bicep. Calf coming up to lay upon the back of your thigh.
"Are you sure about that?" you asked in a lowered voice. Hovering your lips against hers, but never gracing her with a kiss.
"Well, I am supposed to be massaging you."
"But what if I've found something else to relax me?"
A light blush coated her cheeks. A giggle poured from her lips as her eyes looked up and away from you, shaking her head lightly.
"But this day was supposed to be about you," she reasoned with a pout upon her full lips.
"And it still can be. Because it's about what I like too, right?" A nod from the red-head. "Well... this is something I like."
Moving back from where you spoke your words against her lips, you began peppering kisses across her neck.
A soft moan escaped Natasha as she pushed her head back, giving you more space for your lips to make contact, relishing in the way your hand skimmed down her bare torso.
"Please," she muttered in another soft cry.
"'Please' what, baby?"
"Please kiss me."
Natasha could feel the bright grin against her neck. But, lucky for her, you were quick to grant her plea, only leading her into humming pleasurably into your lips.
With the newfound attention you had given her, she didn't notice the way your fingers were playing against the hem of her pink panties. That was until your hand slipped beneath the soft cotton, rubbing circles into her growing bundle of nerves.
Natasha let out a high-pitched moan of surprise, pulling away from your lips with a wet smack, panting heavily into your mouth.
"Oh, my God."
"I've hardly even touched you yet, and you're already this worked up? How fast do you think I'll be able to make you come?"
Another much more prominent cry, as she humped herself into your hand, "Fuck, I love you."
"I love you too, baby." With a wet parting noise, you slipped two of your fingers into the red-head. "You wanna come?"
"Yes." She nodded vigorously.
"Yeah, you wanna come?"
"Yes!"
Your fingers picked up speed, ploughing into her and rubbing against that sensitive, spongy spot within her, sending her head flying backwards in ecstasy. Her wetness spilt around your fingers, soaking a dark mark into her panties.
It was only when you wrapped your lips around one of your girlfriend's pert, pink nipples and sucked. Curling your fingers just right for her whole body to tense, her insides clamping around your fingers, making it hard for you to keep moving them. Crying out to the heavens at the pleasure you had gifted her with.
Panting with her against her neck as she came down from her high, you asked, "Can we eat those snacks now?"
Natasha chuckled breathlessly, "Give me another one of those, and we can."
"How about I suck on your clit 'till you see stars?"
With Natasha's aroused cry and your bright, cocky smile, you knew that the night had much more in store for you and your beautiful, caring girlfriend.
you and her at a campfire party with the rest of her sorority and she sneaks you away for some
✨private time✨
warnings: oral (r giving), fingering (nat receiving), public ish sex
Natasha's ass pressed against your front as she sat on your lap. Your hand rest on her leg, slowly inching its way between her thighs. She brought her cup to her lips as she hummed, pressing herself closer against you.
Your lips found their way to the back of her neck, sucking on her soft skin knowing that spot drove her crazy. She grabbed your hand, standing up and tugging you up.
"Come with me," She said, a suggestive smirk on her face. "I wanna show you something."
You grinned at her, taking a moment to appreciate how she looked. She was wearing a tight bodycon dress that showed off her curves perfectly, with your jacket draped over her shoulders. God, you loved when she wore your clothes.
She leaned closer to you, giving you a perfect view of her cleavage before setting her cup on the log you were sitting on.
"It might involve the fact I don't have any underwear on," She whispered against your ear.
"I'm right behind you," You said, standing up and letting her tug you further into the trees and away from the bonfire. Natasha continued moving until she found a tree with good enough coverage so she could do what she wanted.
She leaned against the tree, pulling you against her. Your hands gripped her hips while your lips attached to hers. Natasha moaned against your lips, hand coming up to pull your face closer.
"You're so hot wearing my clothes," You said against her lips, moving down to kiss her neck. "You look good enough to eat."
"Prove it," She moaned, pushing your mouth away then down, your knees buckling under you. You smirked up at her, hands sliding up her thighs under the hem of her dress. You kissed her hip bone over her dress, your fingers meeting her wet folds.
Natasha moaned, bucking her hips into you, her fingers running over the hair on top of your head before pulling it back to look at her face. "Don't tease me."
“Be patient, baby,” You kissed up her thigh, tugging her dress up over her hips. You roughly grabbed her hips, pulling them forward so your could finally taste her. She gripped your hair, moaning out as she rutted her hips against your face.
Your tongue moved against her slick folds, her taste clouding your senses. You held her hips still as you sucked on her clit, bringing your hand to between her thighs and sliding two fingers into her. You felt her nails scratch against your scalp, your tongues moving against her as you looked up at her. Her head tilted back against the tree, her other hand coming down to hold your face closer to her.
“Fuck, Y/N,” She moaned, looking down at you and almost cumming at the sight of you looking back up at her. “I’m so close.”
“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” You pulled away from her for a second before going right back in, your fingers curling into her. She moaned out, hips bucking into you. She could feel your smirk against her, the muscles on her core tightening.
You could feel her thighs clench and her sweet moans getting more desperate, making it the perfect opportunity to pull her leg over your shoulder and press her harder against the tree. She screamed out, the new position immediately pushing her over the edge. You felt her cum flood your senses, her arousal dripping down your chin and palm as you worked her through her high.
You licked her clean, then kissed her inner thigh before pulling her dress back down and gently letting her leg back down. Your hands slid down her legs then supported you against the tree as you stood back up, dipping your head into the crook of her neck, her hands tiredly reaching up to your shoulders.
“You’re so fucking hot, Natasha,” You said, kissing her lips. “I love making you cum for me.”
Natasha laughed, letting you pull her closer against you. She kissed you back, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth before pulling away. “Let’s go back to my place so I can cum for you some more.”
