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Getting Hansy
Ná´á´á´sĘá´ Rá´á´á´É´á´ę°ę° x Ęá´á´á´ á´Ę 18+
Sá´á´á´á´ĘĘ - youâre bored and Nat just so happens to be in the mood
Cá´É´sÉŞsá´s á´ę° - bottom!nat/top!reader/mommy kink/my old writing style sucks I apologise in advance
Nat's head rested in your chest while you watched her scroll through her phone. It wasn't anything interesting, just latest news in New York. Your metal hand absentmindedly drew shapes into her sides, lightly tracing her muscles on her arms before moving your hand to her abs.
The grip on her phone tightened slightly, but it was still noticeable. You smiled, knowing exactly how to rile your girlfriend up. Your hand moved up, now tracing circles into the space in between her breast. She exhaled, letting her phone drop onto your stomach. When your finger skimmed over her nipple, you heard her whine. That sweet sound of her whimpers turned you on so much, you couldn't get enough.
â(Y/N)-"
âShhh," you cooed, moving her body to she sat between your legs, her back pressed up against your front.
She whined again, moving her hips against you in hopes of getting more. You frowned, grabbing her thighs in each hand and spreading them roughly. Her shorts provided no protection from your metal arm, she shivered at the coldness.
âDon't be a brat because you won't cum for the next month," you whispered into her ear only to hear her whine in response. She moved again and one of your hands reached up to grip her neck from behind.
You pulled her head so it rested on your shoulder while your hand applied slight pressure to her throat.
âYou'll be a good girl, right?"
She nodded, whimpering something inaudible.
You hummed, running your metal arm down her shirt until in slipped under the thin material of her shorts. You reached down, but never quite down enough to satisfy the ache in between her legs.
The coldness on your fingers sent shivers down her back. The sensation making it impossible for her not to reach down and do it herself. And so she did, she reached down herself and circled her clit, signing in content when she felt the friction she craved so much.
She knew she couldn't find the release without your fingers, so she opened her eyes when she realised what she was doing.
"Please I'm sorry," she gasped, stopping her hand for a second.
You smirked down at her, removing both your arms from her body.
âNo. Do it yourself if your so independent. I'll watch you,"
She whined, but continued to arch her back into you as her fingers entered her. You knew she wouldn't be able to get off, but humiliating her seemed so amusing right now.
âPlease I can't," she whined in irritation when she didn't feel at all released by her own fingers. "I'm sorry, mommy. Please,"
You laughed, gripping onto the back of her hand with your metal arm and guiding her fingers to circle her clit. With the addition of your hand, she finally felt the sting slowly dissolve into pleasure, but it still wasn't enough.
You entered her and moans filled the air around you. Two of her own and two of your fingers made her groan out in pleasure and her thighs started tightening around both your hands.
You pulled out, smiling into her neck when you heard her groan.
âOnly good girls get to cum,"
You flipped her over so you were on top, caging her in with your arms that supported your body beside her head.
âYou're gonna let me tie you up, huh? So you can't pull any tricks again?"
She shook her head, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
You tied her up despite her pleads not to, despite she told you she'd be your complaisant girl.
Her wrists were tied behind her back while she kneeled onto the bed, pillow between her thighs.
She tried her best not to ride it, just so she could feel the pressure dissolve off her clit but she knew by doing so she'd be punished by you again, and she was already sensitive enough to know not to do that.
The mirror in front of her reflected her body back into her eyes, and she almost whined at the sight. It was kind of stimulating seeing herself like this, exposed all to your pleasure. You grabbed her chin and pointed her head up so she had to look at herself in the mirror.
"Your gonna look at yourself as you get off like the slut you are,"
You grabbed her hips and slowly began to guide her hips so she could ride the pillow. It was small moves, but hearing her whine made you want to go even slower. She kept trying to increase her speed, but you wouldn't let her. Her eyes never left her reflection in the mirror just like you ordered.
Finally she felt the coil in her abdomen tighten and she lifted her gaze so she could catch yours in the mirror.
"Can I? Please?"
You hummed, pressing small kisses to the nape of her neck and guiding her hips faster. She came with a cry, to which you continued to guide her through her orgasm. As soon as she was off her high, you untied her and flipped her onto her back, pinning her hands above her head. Her legs spread without a second thought, exposing herself to you.
"You want more?" You smirked, knowing you were gonna give it to her regardless. She nodded her head, eyes brimmed with tears. You leaned down, gently biting her earlobe before whispering into her ear. âSlut.â
She whimpered, legs beginning to close in search of any friction. Your metal arm stopped her, spreading her legs further apart.
âYou're not gonna make any sound because I'll stop,"
You thrusted your metal index and middle finger into her without warning and she bit her lip to stop any sound from coming out. Her hips wriggled but your hand pressed up against her lower stomach refraining her from movement too.
You pushed your fingers in and out of her relentlessly and right before she was clearly about to cum, you pulled out, smiling when she let out a loud whine in disapproval.
âNo! Mommy, Please," she cried, and you complied, pushing into her once more but pulling out immediately after. She snapped her eyes open, brows furrowed in annoyance.
You metal arm ran across her nipples to which she whined, throwing her head into the pillow behind her. You carried on pulling and twisting her nipple until she felt that coil again.
"I'm gonna-" she breathed, back arching more into your body. You allowed her to this time, smirking as you saw her whole body shake with ecstasy.
She was still falling down from her high when you stepped off the bed and threw your own clothes off, sitting in between her legs right after. You moved so one of your legs were under her own, your other hovering beside her body.
She was the first to move this time, bucking her hips up to meet yours. Her clit pressed up against yours and both of you moaned out in pleasure, but you moved away with a disapproving look and grabbed her hips to push her back onto the mattress. You gave her a warning look, one that told her that you were in control.Â
You guided your own hips back down onto hers, slightly grinding down onto her core with your own. Your back arched, slowly but surely increasing your speed with each thrust. It wasn't long before you both came with a cry. She was already incredibly sensitive, now with your assault of her clit again, her whole body shook, head pushing deep into the pillow behind her head.
Your metal arm traced circles into her hips, trying to relax both you and her from your highs.
Nat looked up at you, slight smile plastered on her lips when her breathing returned to normal. You weren't expecting her to flip you over so that she was the one straddling your hips, but you looked up at her with an amused look whilst lifting your body up with your elbows.
âCan I top you for once?" She whispered, biting her lower lip as she leaned down, barely touching your lips with hers. You chuckled, pecking her lips a few times before meeting your gaze back to hers.
âThe only way your topping me is if you ride my face." Her cheeks blushed red, she hid her face in the crook of your neck, starting to press kissed into your skin, but you could still feel the heat radiating off her face. You let you body fall back down, getting yourself comfortable while your hands placed on her waist, gently pushing her body closer to your face.
âYou're not kidding...?" She asked, hesitantly moving her hips up your body. You shook your head no, smirking up at her innocently. You pushed harder, making her centre hoverright above your face. You wasted no time in attaching your mouth to her clit, sucking it and twirling it in your tongue as she squirmed above you.
Her hand reached to grip the headboard, her hips tried to escape your hold, but your grip on her thighs only pushed her down further down. You assaulted her clit, sucking her sensitive bud until she was screaming your name, until her eyes rolled back towards the back of her head.
âI can't anymore-" She cried, throat sore from screaming out. "Please!"
Her muscles tensed, eyes rolled and back arched. The grip she had on the headboard tightened, hips grinding down on your mouth so she could finally let that coil go for the last time for the night.
She collapsed onto the bed beside you, breathing as if she just ran a marathon. Her head tilted to look at you from the side, small smile plastered on her lips.
"Can you walk?" You teased, smirking while your hand reached up to caress her chin. Her scoff was all you heard as she lifted her body up, pushing her legs over the end of the bed and attempting to stand up. Just as you expected, she stumbled and fell onto the ground, sending you a glare before softening her gaze at you.
âNo.."
A laugh escaped your throat as you pushed your own body up, quickly putting on your sports bra and shorts before walking over to Nat and lifting her up. Her legs wrapped themselves around your waist and you carried her to the bathroom where you set her on the counter by the sink.
You worked on cleaning her up, moving swiftly, each move carefully assessed. You dressed her in one of your hoodies and her shorts, then, placing your hands on her waist and lifting her up only to carry her back to your bed. You placed her gently on the pillows before you, yourself, tucked your own body in beside her.
Her arms, as if on instinct, shot out to wrap around your middles, cuddling her body against yours so much so that you could barely move. You didn't mind this though. You lived for moments like this. You wanted this to never end.
So you savoured the moment while it lasted; before one of you would get sent out on a ission again.
THE END
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Doll
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word count: 480
Warnings: Sexual themes, this is pure sex.
Summary: Natasha is your doll, and you take good care of her.
A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this, might be bad, but oh well, lol. Happy reading! :)
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âFuck yeah, babe!â Natasha whined when the strap hit that one spot inside of her, legs crawled around your waist.
Her hands traveled over your back before settling on your ass cheeks, nails digging into your skin, and dragging you impossibly closer to her frame.
She held a blissed out expression, the red head closed her eyes and her breath hitched while your hips moved agonizingly slow against her.
âFaster, baby, please...â Natasha furrowed her eyebrows in pleasure.
She bit her bottom lip so hard, you were sure it would draw blood at any second.
Her fingertips so delicately came to place themselves on top of your strong hands holding her thighs, assisting their way to her round perky breasts. Natasha moaned at the contact before tightening her hold on your hands, pressuring them together.
Sweat dripped down her forehead, and you wish you could tape the moment; the sound of skin slapping echoed around the room, her mouth leaving sinful words just the way she knew you liked it.
âYeah, just like that, Y/N/N. Fuck that pussy.â
Your lips found her own, sloppily moving against them, but you quickly pulled away, not wanting to silence the beautiful moans she would let out.
âTake this cock, doll. You asked for it and I'm giving it to you.â you whispered, and just like that, your girlfriend groaned, coming between the two of you to rub her clit.
You looked down at the faux cock coming in and out of your girlfriend's wet cunt. Groaning at the sight, you sunk your teeth at the nape of her neck softly, before trailing down to her nipples.
Natasha threw her head back against the pillows, gasping at the feeling.
Your hips never stopped their movements, only increasing their speed progressively.
You pulled back when you felt Natasha's hand moving from between you, stopping at your lips.
You take her wet fingers in your mouth, tasting her fluids, and licking them clean.
âYou taste so fucking good, doll.â
Soon, you began feeling her walls tightening around your cock.
She spasmed against your body, you held her down, slowing your hips down, helping her ride out her orgasm.
âI'm cumming!â she mumbled the words, barely making making any sense. âFuck, fuck, fuck...â she whined once again.
âAh, you make me feel so fucking good, bubs.â she told you, trying to regain her breathing. You copied her actions, giving her a cocky smirk.
Your girlfriend noticed your features, rolling her eyes in advance.
âDon't be so cocky...â chuckling, she wrapped a blanket around the both of you, while you lied beside her.
âSorry, doll. You just look so good cumming like that for me.â you whispered, bringing her closer to you.
She squealed, giving you a sexy chuckle, and in a second, she straddled your waist.
âThink you can make me cum like that for you again?â
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Youâre All I Need
Request-Â Could I request a Natasha x Fem!reader smut where Nat and reader are having sex and someone knocks on the door so R puts their hand on Natâs mouth to keep her quiet and R and the person who knocked are having a full conversation while R is still pounding into Natasha with their strap.
Summary- When you get back from a mission Natasha is all too eager to touch you and you eager to hold her.
Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader
Warnings- 18+ content
Word Count- 6.6k
A/N- Long overdue fluff ficđđ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸
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As soon as the quinjet landed you were posted by the doors. Your feet were tapping at an ungodly paste while your arms were crossed over your torso as you bit the skin on your lips intensely. You hadnât seen her for three weeks because of your mission.Â
This wasnât the longest mission you have ever been on, Steve assigns you to the long-term missions because you do well with not always being in the action but observing and collecting data analysis on enemy sites.Â
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123 and 104 from the prompt list for the 1k celebration? with top fem reader and bottom natasha?
"How much have you missed me?" | Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader | SMUT (18+ MDNI)
Prompts:
104 - âIâve never wanted to fuck anyone this badly.â124 - 123- âWhy donât you come take a seat on my face and Iâll show you how much Iâve missed you?â
Summary: Just when you thought you'd never see a certain redhead ever again, she decides to turn up at your door unannounced.
Warnings: swearing, arguments, mention of being abandoned, mentions of being left, mentions of alcohol, attempted slapping. SMUT (18+ MDNI): d/s dynamics, thigh riding, spanking, strap-on (natasha recieving), oral (natasha recieving), spanking, face sitting, degradation, breast play, praise kink, agent kink (?)
Word Count: 5.6K+
Authors Note: a just wanna say that am so sorry for how long it's been since av posted any content, av just not been having an ideal time and av been so busy that av just not had the opportunity to write. thank you all for being so patient with me and a hope that a get to post more soon, a hope you enjoy this fic! reblogs and feedback always appreciated.
PSA: THIS WILL BE THE ONLY PART SO PLEASE DON'T ASK ME FOR A PART 2 OR A WILL GO BACK TO MY HIDEY HOLE.
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The laugh track of the F.R.I.E.N.D.S. episode that you were watching echoed through your apartment as you munched on what must have been your second bowl of popcorn. Usually, on a Saturday you would find yourself in a nightclub with at least a woman, or two, pressed against you but your friends had bailed on you.
A heavy knock at your door caught your attention, your eyes squinted, so you turned down the TV to reassure yourself that you did actually hear something and it wasnât just in your imagination. Hearing the knock again you slowly made your way to it, doing your best to not make any noise so you still had the opportunity to not answer depending on who it was.
You were hoping it wasnât the neighbour that was adamant to try and take you on a date, there were only so many ways you could state that you were gay and it had become tiresome. You glanced through your peephole and inhaled sharply as you caught sight of auburn hair, the same auburn hair that you watched walk away from you 4 years ago.
You opened the door and stared at the shorter woman with a stone-faced expression, âWhy are you here? What happened to the whole âI hate you and I never want to see you againâ?â Natasha lifted her head, now looking at you rather than the floor and you deflated once you saw the tears in her eyes, and the tiredness in her features.
âYouâre rightâŚIâm sorry, I shouldnât have come here,â Natasha muttered as she pulled her coat tighter around her shivering body. Your heart twisted in your chest when you saw another tear fall from her eyes and you gently grabbed her wrist to pull her inside.
âGo sit down, Iâll make you a drink. You look like you need it,â you mumbled. Natasha nodded, making her way to the couch, and sat comfortably in the corner. She wrapped herself up in your comforter, smiling when she recognised the aroma of your perfume that lingered in the fabric, and waited for you to get back.
âComfy?â
Natasha jumped at the sound of your voice and quickly wiped her eyes; again your heart felt like it had been twisted in the middle of your chest. She took in the way your comfy clothes pretty much drowned you, 2 cups of what she assumed was a double vodka and lemonade in hand, before starting to shed herself of your blanket. âIâm sorry, I was just co-â
âNatasha, I was just teasing you. Did you lose your sense of humour when you left me for that complete dickh-â
âStop that,â Natasha snapped. You raised your eyebrow at her tone with you, placing the alcoholic beverage on the table in front of her, and your jaw tensed in annoyance. Natasha inhaled sharply at your change in body language, she knew this was going to be the start of an argument. âJustâŚJust donât talk about him.â
âWhy not, huh? You think you can just turn up here and Iâm going to forget everything that has happened? What did he do?â Your tone of voice was antagonising and Natasha could feel herself getting more upset, she knew it wouldnât take long for her to break. âLet me guess, he ditched you for his geeky science stuff, or he decided that he could make his own test tube girlfriend to be the perfect bitch.â
Natasha let out a choked sob and pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around her legs to hug herself, but before you could even blink that sadness had turned to anger. You were quick to rise to your feet when Natasha had thrown herself up from the sofa and was now standing directly in front of you to glare up at you.
âI said donât talk about him!â
âOr what, princess?âÂ
Natashaâs breath hitched at the nickname, her heart started to race, and she couldnât help but whine slightly. Sheâd not heard that nickname in years, she refused to let anybody else but you call her it and lost her shit when they did. What she didnât realise was that it still had such a chokehold on her. The redhead was quick to lift her hand at you in a fury of temper, but you were quicker to pin her harshly against the wall with your leg between her thighs.
âSurprise surprise, youâre still an asshole,â Natasha growled. âI canât believe I was even in love with somebody like you. Someone who was so quick to push people away, deflect their thoughts and feelings. Not to mention how much youâre just this cocky, arrogant, asshole!â
You shifted slightly in annoyance and Natasha bit back a moan as your thigh pressed further against her core. The heat between her legs easily seeped through her thin leggings, onto your bare thigh, and you hummed in amusement.
âYou loved me because I was loyal. You loved me because I loved you. But more importantly, you loved me becauseâŚâ You leant closer to Natasha, caging her in between you and the wall, and rested your lips just behind her ear. â...nobody could, or can, make you feel as good as I do.â
The anger dissipated from Natasha and was quickly replaced with a desperate sense of need. Her hips betrayed her as they bucked forward to create friction onto your leg, begging for some form of relief between her legs. âTell me, princess, could that science nerd make you feel as good as I can? Make you beg like I can?â
Natasha tried her best to reply, but the words were stuck in the back of her throat and she struggled to release them as she was too focused on you rocking your bare thigh against her. The way your lips were pressing open-mouthed kisses to her neck didnât help her situation, she needed a release and she needed it now. âY/N, please. Fuck, I need you, I need you so bad.â
âWell, thatâs a certain change of tone, isnât it?â You teased. You ran your hands along Natashaâs sides coming just under her breasts before moving back down and you smiled when she let out a whimper, grinding against your thigh once more. âStill such a desperate whore, arenât you?â
Natashaâs annoyance got the best of her once more as she pushed you hard, leaving you wheezing slightly from being winded. You growled darkly before you picked her up, to throw her over your shoulder in a firemanâs carry.
Natasha kicked her legs and hit your back still in a fury led tantrum, but you didnât give in. âYou think you can show up on my doorstep, beg me to fuck you, threaten to attack me not once but twice, all without punishments and consequence? Have you forgotten what I do to brats who donât know their place?â
âN-No,â Natasha gulped. It wasnât an easy thing to forget and Natasha was quick to remember the times that you punished her for acting out, letting her brattiness get too far, and she knew full well she was about to be reminded first hand. She let out a surprised yelp as your hand made harsh and sudden contact with her ass but it was shortly followed by a muffled moan.
You threw Natasha haphazardly on the bed quickly discarding the material that clung to your torso which left you in just your sleep shorts. Natashaâs mouth ran dry at the sight of you, she hadnât seen you like this in about 4 years, and you took a seat on the edge of your bed before snapping your fingers. âHere, now.â
Natasha didnât hesitate to scramble from her spot on the bed to lay across your thighs, ignoring the feeling of her slick that now pressed against her stomach, and you were quick to start groping the plump flesh of her ass. Once you felt as though you had teased enough, you gave a sharp slap to her ass before pushing her shorts and underwear down her legs to let them pool on the floor. The feeling of your warm hands on her cold body made her shiver and goosebumps appeared all over her body, she was ready to give in to all your advances.Â
âHow many do you think itâll take to get through to you, princess?â
âH-However many you want, Agent.â
âSo you remembered,â you mumbled quietly, more to yourself than Natasha, and ran your hand over her ass. âYou used to be such a good girl until he came around. You were my little princess who I spoiled severely, werenât you? Itâs a shame he came and stole you away from me.â
Natasha whimpered at your words, a feeling of regret and guilt started to form in the pit of her stomach, and she let out a shaky breath. âI-I still am your good girl, I promise. Please, Iâve never wanted to fuck anybody this badly, just please fuck me.â
âIf you take your punishment like a good girl,â you bargained. Natasha huffed but nodded in agreement, letting her body go limp knowing it was less likely to hurt. âI think 15 will sufficeâŚmaybe 20. How many do you think dove?â
Natasha hesitated and swallowed thickly. â15 pleaseâŚI promise Iâll be good and learn.â She made sure to arch her back in just the way you liked it and made sure the rest of her body stayed limp. The redhead took in a sharp breath as one of your hands snaked underneath her shirt to start toying with her nipples, âP-Please.â
âWell, since Iâm feeling generous, Iâll only give you 15 but youâve got to be a good girl for the rest of the night. Can you do that for me, princess?â Your hand came down firmly on her bare ass, eliciting a loud yelp from the redhead under you. âO-One, thank you! I-Iâll be good, promise,â Natasha whined as she shuffled slightly in your lap. The wicked smile across your face was spotted by Natasha through your reflection in the mirror that was in front of her.
âWell done for remembering. Youâre such a well behaved pet. Arenât you, darling?â
âYes, Agent.â
âThatâs my good girl,â you muttered, bringing your hand down to strike her bare ass once more. You smiled at the desperate whine that erupted from Natashaâs throat but didnât slap her ass again until she counted the previous hit. By the time you have reached the fifteenth strike, Natasha was a whining mess and her cheeks were covered in tears.
âYouâre so pretty when you cry for me, princess. You took your punishment like such a good girl and Iâm so proud of you. Now we can finally talk more about your rewards, if that is something you still want.â
âYes! Yes, please,â Natasha begged as she stayed draped over your lap, the bruising on her bare ass beginning to show already, and you hummed in amusement. Natasha moaned softly when she felt the gentle caress of your hands on her ass and whined pathetically as your other hand still toyed with her sensitive nipples.
âTell me what you want sweetheart, and Iâll make you feel so good you wonât even know what stress and worry is anymore. You hear me?â
âI hear you,â Natasha breathed as she let you sit her up so she was facing you, her calves resting either side of your legs to straddle you. You pulled her close, cupping a handful of her ass, and slowly started to guide her hips to rock against your covered core. âI want, oh- your strap, please. D-do you still have my favourite one?â
You stopped guiding Natashaâs hips and she immediately flushed under your gaze, embarrassed about even bringing up the possibility of you keeping a toy for so long. Her embarrassment increased as your silence continued, especially because of the hope she had of you keeping it, when she was the one who left.
The gentle tap on her leg was indication enough for her to climb off of you and perch herself in the middle of the bed, relaxing into your pillows and comforter. The piercing gaze Natasha had on you, as you made your way away from her, made you feel confident. You had missed the way she drank in your body, whether it was bare or not, and you had definitely missed the way she was so compliant to please you. The redheadâs breath hitched when she recognised the black box you pulled from the back of your dresser. You kept it.Â
âPresent yourself.â
Natashaâs brain short circuited at the familiar command, a wave of arousal flooding through her, even after all these years it sent a chill up her spine. The older redhead was quick to sit up on her knees, back straight, her ankles crossed, and placed her hands in her lap looking forward.
âSuch a pretty girl,â you complimented as you moved onto the bed and knelt in front of her, the faux cock now securely attached to your hips. The gentleness of your fingertips on her cheek initially made Natasha flinch and you furrowed your brows slightly. It wasnât long until the ex-assassin leant into your touch, her body recognising the soft caress of your calloused hands, and you pulled her shirt over her head. The russian was now bare in front of you and you let out a low hum from the back of your throat, âMy pretty girl.â
âAlways yours, Agent.â
Your hands trailed up and down Natashaâs body, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before settling on her chest and you squeezed her breasts firmly. The small chuckle that left your mouth as Natasha arched her body into your hand made her flustered and shy. She knew how needy she was for you, and she was just waiting for you to give her what she wanted.
âIâve missed playing with you, my little princess,â you complimented, running your thumb over her hardened nipple before taking it in your mouth. Natasha moaned at the contact, placing her hand at the back of your head, and pressed your head closer against her breast.
You gave a sharp slap to Natashaâs thigh as a warning and the redhead immediately knew to let go of you, she wasnât allowed to touch without permission. You carried on giving your attention to her breasts and nipples, squeezing and sucking on the soft skin, leaving hickeys in your wake. âI-Iâve missed you playing with me too, Agent. How much have you missed me?â
âWhy donât you come take a seat on my face and Iâll show you how much Iâve missed you?â
You pulled away from Natasha to flop onto your back, your head hitting the soft comforter, and you hummed in delight as Natasha looked at you with a predatory gaze. Tapping your lips twice, Natasha knew the signal well enough to move herself to straddle your face, her legs twitched with anticipation and you wore an excited smile. Her scent was strong as she hovered above your face, and her pussy glistened with juices that accumulated from her grinding on your thigh and her spanking.
You pulled her down on to your face, lapping at her pussy as though it was your first meal after being starved for years. The familiar taste of her on your tongue made your head feel like static, a feeling of excitement rushed through you as she started to move her hips, and your fingernails dug harsher into her toned thighs.Â
âA-Agent, fuck! Donât stop, please donât stop.â
âGod, how much Iâve missed you calling me that.â
You shifted underneath her to press your tongue flat against her, your nose nudging at her already throbbing clit, and you started to help guide her rocking so that she used your mouth to get herself off. Natashaâs moans grew louder and she took her own initiative to grind down harder on your tongue whilst she chanted your name like a mantra.Â
It wasnât long until Natashaâs thighs clamped around your head and her juices flowed into your mouth and down your chin. Even though the position was almost suffocating, you didnât wish to be anywhere else right now, and you made sure to lap up what you could before you moved her from off of your face. Natasha flopped next to you, breathing heavy and you chuckled at the spaced out glaze of her eyes.
âTake a quick breather, because Iâm not finished with you just yet.â
âWhat-â
Natasha yelped in surprise as you manhandled her onto all fours, facing away from you, and pushed her head down into the plush pillows. The glistening of her pussy and the slick that had made itself down to between her thighs made you feel feral, you knew you were as desperate for her as she was for you.
The way Natashaâs back arched gave you perfect access and you wasted no time in attaching your mouth to her pussy once more. Desperate whines were muffled by the pillows in front of Natasha, but not for long as you moved to grab a fistful of her hair as you tugged harshly.
âDonât make me regret rewarding you. You know how much I love the pretty sounds that come out of your mouth. You better not hide them again,â you warned darkly as you pushed Natashaâs head back down to ensure her back arched perfectly, finally letting go of her hair. Natasha whimpered, whispering some form of apology, and you pressed kisses along her back as you made your way back to her core.
Lapping at her muscle, Natashaâs hips betrayed her and canted forward towards the bed to receive some extra friction but you were quick to correct it and pulled her hips back to their original position. Your hand came down hard on her ass as a warning and a wanton moan erupted from Natashaâs throat as her needy begging started.
âMore, Agent please. I-I need more, you make me feel so good.â
âSuch a greedy thing,â you mumbled against her pussy, sucking her clit harshly into your mouth. Another yelp left Natashaâs mouth but that didnât stop her grinding against your mouth, followed by more incoherent begging, and you pulled away suddenly. âYou want my cock, princess? Is that what all this whining and begging is about, hm?âÂ
âPlease!â
âAs you wish,â you teased. Natashaâs brows furrowed as she felt you pull away completely and the bed dip behind her, signalling that you were moving. You bit your lip hard before pistoning into Natashaâs core without warning, the excessive amount of slick helped the fake appendage between your legs slide deeper, until you fully bottomed out. âFuck, look at that princess, your needy hole sucking me in, so desperate for me.â
Your hips moved in an effective rhythm, the end of your faux cock assaulting the redheadâs cervix, and Natasha arched her back more to give you better leverage. A feeling of pride ran through you as you watched your marking appear against Natashaâs milky skin, whether it was hickeyâs you had left in your wake or the bruises from the harsh grip you hand on her hips. Your thrusts became more erratic and the moans from both you and Natasha harmonised throughout the, now stuffy, room.
âThat feels so good baby-fuck! I wanna cum, I need to cum, please!â
âYouâre not cumming until Iâm ready, princess, you know the rules.â
You smirked cockily as your grip on Natashaâs hips tightened and then used your other hand to wrap Natashaâs hair around your fingers to pull her flush against your chest. The sight of Natashaâs breasts bouncing with each thrust resulted in an animalistic moan from yourself, followed by a needy whimper from the redhead beneath you.
âIt seems as though you havenât got the stamina for me anymore,â you grunted disapprovingly. Natasha let out a pleasurable sob as your strap brushed that perfect spot over and over. Natashaâs thighs started to tremble as you slowed your pace, but thrusted harder and the sound of skin slapping skin echoed loudly. âItâs a shame, because I was ready to go all night with you, my love. Iâm just going to have to train you up again, arenât I?â
Natasha tried her hardest to reply to your teasing, but her mind was so fuzzy that she couldnât string a sentence together. All she could think about was how full she felt, and how good it was going to be to actually reach her peak for one of the first times in what must have been years. You recognised the signs of Natasha nearing her high, the way her legs trembled, the pitch of her pleas, the whiteness of her knuckles as she gripped the sheets tightly in her hands.
âAre you ready to cum? You want to cum around my cock?â
âYes! Agent please, I need to cum. I want to cum all around your cock. Iâm begging you.â
The coil in your lower abdomen tightened at her words, and you could feel yourself getting needier by the second. The speed of your thrusts got quicker once more as you pounded Natasha into the soft mattress below, the sound of your breathy grunts pushed her to her peak and she let out a broken whine and a soft plea.
âCum for me, princess.â
Natashaâs body immediately obeyed your command and tensed before the shuddering began as her orgasm rippled through her. The way she pushed further back onto the strap gave you the last bit of friction your clit begged for, to be hurled into your own pleasure filled haze, and the two of you let out a prolonged moan.
Natashaâs body gave way underneath you, still twitching from the aftershocks of hitting her high, and you gently shushed her. Once you slowly pulled out you threw the toy to the side to be washed. âThatâs my good girl. Well done, princess.â
ââM sorry,â Natasha slurred, exhaustion easily overcoming her. The apology that met your ears made your brows furrow, you werenât sure what Natasha was apologising for but you knew that she hadnât done anything wrong right now. ââM sorry that I canât keep up with you anymore.â
âShhh,â you whispered softly. A small frown spread across your features, upset with the idea that she felt as though she needed to apologise to you. You gently moved Natasha onto her back and tucked her into the bedsheets before pressing a softly kiss to her forehead. âYou donât have to apologise to me about that, donât worry. Would you like a bath?â
She nodded slowly and you were quick to acknowledge her wishes, lurking off to the bathroom to run a bath with essential oils and bubbles. When you deemed that the bath was perfect, you made your way back to the bedroom and pulled a sleepy Natasha into your arms to carry her to the bathroom. The fact that both of you were still bare to each other made the whole ordeal easier, you gently lowered the woman into her bath and gave a small smile when she let out an appreciative sound.
âCome in with me?â
There was no need for her to ask twice, you ungracefully clambered into the bath to sit behind Natasha and she let out a laugh as you tried your hardest to keep the water where it was supposed to be. When the two of you were comfortable, you anchored your arms around her slender waist to pull her flush against your body and peppered her smooth skin with butterfly-like kisses. All the tension in Natashaâs body from earlier had fully evaporated and she was pleasantly surprised at how quickly she went back to feeling at home with you.
No words had to be shared between the two of you, the silence spoke louder than your words could ever do. You finished washing her hair and pressed gentle kisses along the column of her throat before you mumbled against it, âDo you want to go to bed? The water is starting to get cold.â
âYes please.â
It didnât take you long to get out of the bath, dry yourself off, and then get yourself in a towel to be able to do the same with Natasha. Even after all these years, you knew how much Natasha loved being doted on and babied during aftercare, because sometimes she was just tired from the whole âheartlessâ black widow facade. The softness of the towel made Natasha shudder and you were gentle as you started to dry her off and then place her in one of your shirts and a pair of sleep shorts.
Without being reminded, you knew the next step was to braid her hair so she didnât have to dry it herself and could just fall asleep as and when she wanted. The ex-assassin melted into your touch as your fingers gently scratched her scalp, whilst they gathered her hair into sections, before you started the braid. You didnât miss the flash of shock cross her face when she recognised your remembrance of how she liked it most, but how could you ever forget? You had been hopelessly in love with the woman for years.
âYouâre safe here, you can sleep. I promise I wonât leave you,â you reassured gently. Your arm was draped around her waist as she curled into your side and your free hand was holding hers, fingers entwined, against your chest. Natasha was half asleep when she heard the creak of your bedroom door, and a strong voice flowed through the quiet room.Â
âWhat the fuck?â
Natasha froze as she recognised the Sokovian accent that broke the silence, there was only one person in her world who sounded like that. Wanda huffed with annoyance as she tripped over the shirt in the middle of the walkway.
âY/N, what the hell have I told you about picking up your laundry? Especially when you know Iâm coming back home,â the person chastised as you watched them lift Natashaâs shirt from the floor. âI do love this shirt though, Natasha used to have one just like it, I didnât realise you both had one-â
Wandaâs eyes met yours and then her attention waivered to Natasha. âHi Natty, itâs nice to see you,â Wanda smiled before she turned her attention back to you. âIâm serious about the laundry though, it drives me nuts.âÂ
Natasha wasnât often confused about many things, but the dynamic of you and Wanda was definitely one of them, until realisation hit her. You donât live alone. This wasnât just your house. How could she have missed all the signs? The heels by the door; The numerous amount of sitcom boxsets; The multiple plants scattered around the downstairs windows. None of that screamed you but it did scream Wanda.
You let out a sleepy grumble as Wanda dropped her mission bag onto the chair and Natasha swallowed thicky as she lifted her eyes to glance at the brunette. Jade green eyes met emerald but Natasha quickly averted her gaze embarrassed that the two of you had been caught by your best friend.
âGood mission?â You questioned gently, your eyes focused on the younger redhead in front of you as she walked over to your side of the bed. Wanda nodded in agreement to your question, taking a seat on your side of the bed. âIt was okay. I missed you a lot though,â Wanda pouted as she leant forward to capture your lips in her own in a passionate kiss.
Oh! Oh.
A small gasp from Natasha caused the two of you to pull away. Wanda glanced Natasha up and down before her teeth claimed her bottom lip and she started to discard of her outside wear, focusing on Natashaâs sleep clothes and the dark markings you had left across her body. âYou look cute in my shorts, Natty. But enough about thatâŚI guess I missed out on your fun, my love. What a pity, Iâd have loved to had the chance to play.â
âJust a tad too late, but I told you it would be me she came home to first,â you boasted, ignoring the eyeroll your girlfriend gave you.
âWanda Iâm so sorry, Iâm so so-â Natasha stammered when she interrupted the two of you and she started to fight your grip to get out of bed. You tightened your grip on Natashaâs waist to keep her cemented in her spot next to you. A small whimper vibrated in the back of Natashaâs throat as she finally took in the full presence of the younger witch, now noticing she was a redhead herself.
âShhh Natty, itâs okay,â Wanda interrupted, clambering over you to sit in front of Natasha and gently hold her trembling hands. Natashaâs eyes flickered between the two of you and you gave her a sleepy smile. âI know about the time that you and Wanda had a thing, princess, and itâs okay. Me and Wanda both talked about each of our times with you before, and during, the time weâve been together.â
âWe both knew it was only a matter of time until you came back to one of us,â Wanda interrupted. Natasha swallowed thickly, still confused about the certain predicament she had found herself in and Wanted tilted her head slightly before she moved one of her hands to cup Natashaâs cheek. âI was sure it was going to be me, but Y/N was adamant it would be her. Either way, we both knew we wanted you to come home. Both of us ready to welcome you back to us with open arms, weâve missed you.â
Another small whine left Natasha as Wandaâs thumb ran across her bottom lip and it took everything in her self control to not suck Wandaâs digit into her mouth as she used to do. Wanda gave a small smirk, but that was replaced by a gentle smile as she leant closer to Natasha to the point that she could smell Wandaâs cherry chapstick. âStay with us.â
The invitation shocked Natasha. You had literally just cheated on Wanda, with her, but here Wanda was inviting her into staying with the two of you-
âCome back to earth, Natty,â Wanda gently chastised. The Russian turned her attention back to Wanda and you smiled as you watched the two. Natasha leant into the redheadâs touch and slowly rubbed her cheek against Wandaâs palm, a lazy smile stretching across her features.
âYou mean it be the three of us, here, together?â
âExactly,â you confirmed, each of your hands resting on the bottom of both womanâs back. âI mean, I know we would have to help you sort out the Bruce situation, but we donât mi-â
âI left him.â
Wanda chanced a small glance at you, her lips pursed in concern but you just gently shook your head and turned to let Natasha finish speaking. Natashaâs free hand raised to wipe the tears that had started to fall, but Wanda beat her to it with the pads of her thumbs.
âI-I we, um, I just wasnât in love with himâŚI donât think I ever was. I was in love with the stability, the idea of not being judged for who I was. All I could think about the whole time we were together was the two of you, but I thought it was just because I missed you both, even just as my friendsâŚbut now I think it was much more than that.â
Wanda sent you a quick glare when she noticed a cocky smile on your features, knowing that you were right about Natasha never wanting anyone but you two, and you quickly masked the look as to not get in trouble with your younger girlfriend.Â
âWeâll always be right where you want us, Natasha. We swear,â Wanda promised.
Wanda focused back on Natashaâs eyes, giving her a gentle smile, before she firmly pressed their lips together and pulled Natasha into her lap.Natasha quickly melted into the affection, kissing Wanda back desperately, and you smiled at the two before you manhandled them both into your lap. Each of the duo let out a surprised yelp before Wanda rolled her eyes and Natasha giggled sleepily. With a snap of her fingers, Wanda was left in just her underwear, ready to go to sleep, and Natashaâs eyes couldnât be torn away from the youngest of the three of you.
âMissed me, huh?â
Natasha flushed a deep red at Wandaâs teasing, before quickly hiding her face in your neck, and Wanda curled tighter into her side. With Natasha laid in the middle it made it easier for you and Wanda to cuddle her whilst holding each otherâs hand. The tracing of patterns on the bottom of their backs slowly started to lull them to sleep, their breathing becoming heavier but steady.
âIâm happy youâre both home,â you murmured tiredly, fighting off the urge to yawn loudly.Â
âIâm happy to be home too,â Wanda yawned, her head in the crook of Natashaâs neck.
âIâm never leaving again, I promise. I love you both too much,â Natasha muttered confidently, shuffling down the bed slightly to be wedged tighter inbetween you and Wanda.Â
âWe love you too, Malyshka,â Wanda declared with the softest tone of voice. You nodded in agreement before stating your own promise. âWeâll forever love you,â You smiled tiredly at Natasha, beaming more at the smile that appeared on her face when you and Wanda both kissed her cheeks before you all settled down to finally fall asleep.Â
It might have taken longer than originally planned, but you were happy to finally have both of your favourite girls. Things could only get better from here.
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REMINDER THAT THERE WILL BE NO SECOND PART!
special delivery || natasha romanoff
summary: your neighbour natasha gets your mail when youâre not home, and one day a particularly interesting package arrives at her home.
warnings: 18+; smut, Amazon delivery drivers (yes they have their own warning, cause theyâre assholes), degradation, daddy kink, pet names (detka, good girl, sweet girl), strap on use (reader receiving), dumbification, sort of innocence kink? but like not really, a tiny bit of overstim at the end.
pairing: neighbour!nat x fem!reader
word count: 2.5k
a/n: this was inspired by a post by @onmykneesforwanda. IâŚ.I tried my best. This is the first piece of smut Iâve published so none of you can hate on me if itâs bad.
Amazon delivery drivers were assholes. Thatâs all you could think of as you stormed out your front door.
Despite leaving very clear instructions on the website every time to leave the package in your recycling bin at the side of your house, they always ignored it and instead left your packages with one of your neighbours.
Sometimes you wondered if they were all in cahoots and did it just to piss you off.
Sometimes it was alright because the delivery guy would leave it with your neighbour to the right, an old lady who you didnât really see ever leave her house. She was always annoyed when you knocked on her door, but her anger was directed at the drivers and not at you, so talking to her wasnât all bad. You at least both shared a hatred for Amazon.
The problem was when they left your mail with your neighbour to the left.
Natasha Romanoff. A Russian immigrant who moved here when she was a kid.
The redheaded woman wasnât horrible to you. Anything but. It was the fact that you were insanely attracted to her which made it nearly imposible to knock on her door.
The Russian worked for some tech company up in the city, but she was more the brawn than the brains. As far as you could figure out from what she told you, her main job was to protect Tony Stark, the billionaire philanthropist who ran the company. But given that Stark had about a million different security guards, that gave Natasha plenty of free time to drive you to madness.
You stalked up Natashaâs driveway, catching a glimpse of her through the living room window.
You jogged up the front steps, realising you had no idea how you were going to get past your blushing to ask for the package as you rang the doorbell, and a second later Natasha was opening the door, a sight which made your breathe catch.
The redhead was wearing a tank top, her strong muscles rippling from where the fabric cut off on her broad shoulders, a braid flipped over the side of one of them. She seemed so relaxed, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed and smirking at you. That god damn smirk. It would be a miracle if you didnât faint or just outright drop dead before even asking for your mail.
âI think these delivery drivers are doing it on purpose now.â Natasha joked, although you barely heard what she was saying as you tried to focus on anything other than her biceps flexing.
âYeahâŚitâs getting really inconvenient.â You laughed awkwardly, pulling at the end of your dress to give yourself something to do as you tried to distract yourself from the way her shirt rode up her abs when she reached to scratch the back of her head.
âWhy donât you come in and Iâll give you your package?â Natasha suggested, nodding into the house as she pushed herself away from the door, stepping aside to allow you to walk in.
You nodded, sliding past Natasha and into the front hall. The setup of her house was pretty similar to yours, just on opposite sides. There was a tall staircase leading to the second floor, pictures of Natashaâs friends and family lining the way up, her living room just off the the left of it, which Natasha led you into.
âSoâŚwhereâs my mail?â You asked awkwardly, cringing at your slightly impatient tone as Natasha plopped herself down on the couch, manspread.
You were careful with your words when you asked, avoiding Natashaâs use of the word package, which she used intentionally, unbeknownst to you.
You werenât one to normally buy sex toys, especially not on Amazon of all places. The strap on that was sitting in a box somewhere in Natashaâs house was an impulse buy, which you were embarrassed to admit was bought after you saw her working out in her garage on your way home from work a week ago, the door left wide open as she lifted weights, sweat glistening on her arms and forehead.
The smirk never left Natashaâs face as she stared up at you, leaning back comfortably with a cocky look on her face.
âCome and get it.â She told you, patting her thigh, and your eyes widened as you spotted the slight bulge in her sweats.
She was wearing your fucking strap.
You suddenly felt like you were in a bad porno with an even worse title to match. A blush stained your cheeks as you continued to stare at the print in Natashaâs sweats, something which didnât escape her notice and only fuelled her arrogance.
âCome on, detka.â Natasha coaxed you towards her, leaning forward to grab your hand and pulled you into her lap. You ground your teeth together as you felt the tip of the strap grind against your clothed cunt, cursing yourself for wearing a dress since you didnât have the thickness of jeans to help you maintain at least some of your dignity.
Natashaâs fingers wound themselves in your hair, tugging your head to the side to expose your neck, which her lips immediately began ghosting along, sending shivers up your spine as she pressed light kisses to your throat, âLet me make you feel good.â
Somewhere within the haze that clouded your head, common sense broke through. You started shaking your head as Natasha began sucking deep purple marks into your skin, although you made no attempt to push her away.
âWe canât do this. It isnât right.â You told her. Natasha sighed as she stopped sucking on your skin, instead running her lips up and down the column of your throat.
âWhy?â She asked, pressing kisses under your jaw after every other word, âWeâre both single. Nobody else is here. And donât think I havenât noticed the way you watch me when I work out, sweet girl. You can pretend to act innocent all you want, but now I really know just how much of a little slut you are.â
Her words made heat pool in your lower belly and you had to bite your lip to stifle a whimper as you discreetly tried to grind down on the strap, which of course Natasha noticed.
âLook at you.â She chuckled, suddenly grabbing your hips and forcing you to fully push against the strap. You had to bite your lip even harder, to the point of almost breaking the skin, to stifle a whine as you gripped at her shoulders for support, âCome on, detka. Grind against my cock like a good girl.â
The name, along with Natashaâs firm grip on your hips and the feeling of grinding down on her, almost made you loose control, burying your face in the crook of Natashaâs neck to try and hide your flushed cheeks.
âAw, donât go all shy on me now, sweet girl.â Natasha cooed, and in a second you found yourself being pulled to your feet and your front was bent over the arm of the sofa, ass in the air.
âYou look so pretty like this.â Natasha said as she pushed up the skirt of your dress, leaving your bare ass on display for her, your thin cotton panties being the only thing now covering your centre.
You were eventually unable to mute your noises as Natasha began grinding the strap into your ass, a guttural moan leaving you at the action.
âCome on, tell me what you want, pretty girl.â Natasha encouraged as she cupped your sex, her fingers just barely touching where you needed them most.
âPlease.â You begged, your resolve finally breaking as you tried to roll your hips against Natashaâs fingers, âPlease, Natasha. I want you to fuck me.â
Natashaâs hand gripped your chin, forcing your head around to look her in the eyes.
âDo you have a safe word, detka?â She asked softly, her concern melting your heart a little bit.
âYes. Red for stop, yellow to slow down.â You nodded as much as Natashaâs vice grip allowed you to.
âGood girl.â Natasha praised you, immediately settling back into her dominant demeanour, releasing your chin and sliding your underwear to the side before suddenly plunging two fingers into your pussy.
âDaddy!â You cried out suddenly, the title even making Natasha faulted for a second before a smirk plastered across her face.
âYou like this, baby?â She asked, her thumb moving to lightly play with your clit and her fingers moved in and out of you, âYou like being a good whore for daddy?â
You nodded your head eagerly, a mixture of whines and moans leaving your lips as you begged Natasha for more. What she was giving you was just barely enough.
âUse your words.â Natasha commanded, removing her fingers from your core when you failed to answer her out loud, pulling away from you completely.
âYes daddy, I like being your whore.â You quickly reconciled, huffing in annoyance when Natasha didnât start touching you again.
âGetting impatient, detka?â Natasha teased you, chuckling at your small huffs and whines.
Natasha reached out towards your hip, hooking two fingers around the waistband of your white cotton panties and pulled them slowly down your legs, letting them pool at your feet.
âSo wet for me and Iâve barely even fucked you yet.â Natasha taunted, grazing your slit to collect the wetness that had begun to spread onto your thighs, âYouâve been so good for me. I think youâre ready now.â
Confusion clouded your brain at her words until you felt the tip of her strap rest against your entrance and you caught a glimpse of Natashaâs sweatpants being kicked away in the corner of your eye.
âYou want my dick inside you, baby? You want me to fill you up with my cock?â
âYes please, daddy.â You moaned, embarrassment flooding your body at how needy you sounded, âPlease fuck me hard with your cock.â
âAw, such good manners.â Natasha told you, and you preened at the praise, âYouâve been so good for me, such a good slut. You deserve a reward.â
A second later Natasha was sliding the fake cock into your dripping cunt and you practically screamed in pleasure as she bottomed out inside you, the redheads teasing until that point having made you drip down your thighs.
Natasha pounded the strap into you, setting a brutal pace that had you moaning so loudly you were sure the neighbours could hear, although you were too far gone to care as you rutted back against her.
âGod, who wouldâve thought innocent y/n would turn out to be such a desperate little bitch?â Natasha grunted, âLook at you. Your desperate pussy is practically sucking in my cock.â
âFuck! Faster, please!â You babbled, Natasha smirking down at you. She complied, her thrusts picking up in pace as she fucked into you, moaning herself at the view of you writhing beneath her and the strap rubbing against her clit.
âSuch an eager little cockslut.â
Your pathetic moans mixed with the sound of skin slapping together as Natasha continued to mercilessly degrade you. The strap hit the perfect spot in the back of your pussy every time, drawing out loud and deep moans from you.
The sofa began to shake as Natasha pounded into you with force, and you found yourself quickly reaching your climax as the coil in your stomach tightened.
âDaddy!â You moaned as Natasha reached around you to start rubbing harsh circles on your clit, the other resting on your hip to give her leverage, helping her reach an impossibly deeper angle in you.
âWhat do you need, detka?â
âWanna cum, please!â You pleaded, your words slurred from pleasure.
âYeah? You close, baby? Wanna cum on my cock?â Natasha asked as her strap continued to slosh in an out of your cunt.
You nodded fervently, incoherently begging for release in between wanton moans and cries of pleasure. You couldnât even understand what you were saying, but by some miracle Natasha understood your mindless cries.
âCum for me, slut. Cum all over your daddyâs cock.â
At those words your organism hit you, your vision blurring slightly as you came the hardest you had in a long time. Your knees buckled under your weight, and if it wasnât for Natasha standing closely behind you with her hand on your hip you would have slid down the back of the couch.
You whimpered as Natasha continued to fuck her strap into you even after you had came down from your high. You attempted to move it out of you, but Natashaâs iron grip kept you bent over the arm of the couch.
âToo much, daddy.â You complained, wiggling your hips to try and shimmy away from her, only resulting in eliciting a groan from the redhead.
âCome on, detka. You can take a little more, canât you? Take some more and let me cum in you.â Natasha swayed you, and you nodded in agreement, allowing the Russian to continue pounding into you.
âGonna make daddy come so hard in you, dorogoy. You make the perfect little cumslut.â Natashaâs words reminded you that the strap you had ordered was a cum-filled one, spurring on your arousal as you felt a fire ignite itself in your belly again.
âDaddy.â You whined pitifully, squirming against Natasha as her breathes came out laboured.
âYou already close again? God, such a fucking slut.â She chuckled, smacking your ass as her hips began to stutter and you knew she wasnât far from the edge.
âCum in me, daddy. Please. Need it so bad.â
A moan rumbled from Natashaâs throat at your begging, the redhead tilting her head back in pure ecstasy.
âSuch a good little cumdump.â Natasha groaned, and almost immediately you felt the load of fake cum being shot into you, the feeling in your oversensitive pussy almost making you weep as you fell over the edge again, the pleasure overwhelming.
You hardly registered it when Natasha pulled out of you, a trail of your juices mixed with the fake cum leaving a trail connecting the strap to your pussy.
Natasha stepped out of the harness, throwing it, and the dildo, on top of her sweatpants a few feet away. She lifted you up by your waist, your short dress falling back over the curve of your ass as Natasha carried you back around to the side of the couch, laying down before placing you over her chest.
âDid you enjoy that, baby?â She asked as she stroked your hair, sleep already tugging at you.
âMhmm.â You hummed along with some slurred babbling, your mind too scrambled to even come up with one coherent thought, causing Natasha to laugh.
âAw, sweet thing. Have I fucked you dumb? Not one thought in that pretty little head?â You didnât take notice of Natashaâs dark, almost possessive tone as you buried yourself further into her, seeking her warmth, âDonât worry, detka. You can just be my pretty whore. Youâre just a stupid slut who needs to be fucked dumb by her daddy, huh?â
Unable to even form the words to agree or disagree, you just clung to Natasha even tighter as sleep finally took you and Natasha smirked down at you triumphantly.
And now that she had you, there was no way in hell she was ever going to let you go.
Natasha, holding a rock: Y/N just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock".
Yelena: If you don't marry them, I will.
Soothe [18+]
summary: y/n is stressed and natasha wants to help her relax
warnings: smut, fluff, switch!natasha, oral, fingering, slight cursing⌠anything else?
word count: 2.7k
"Let me make things better for you," Natasha husked, before abruptly ending the phone call she had with her girlfriend. They had been on the phone for a few minutes while Y/N vented about being stressed for final exams and projects that were due in the many classes she took at NYU.
Natasha couldn't stand how stressed out her girlfriend sounded over their phone call, so she decided to take it upon herself to make things better for her. To soothe things out so to speak.
Y/N was surprised at how quickly the conversation ended. After leaving early that morning to attend class and spend the rest of the day doing some much needed studying, she hadnât been able to see the redhead all day. She wasn't even able to ask the redhead how things were going with her missions, but she knew eventually Natasha would tell her.
Seeing as she had finished some of her studying, Y/N packed her belongings and headed out of the university's library. It was wintertime in New York, so she bundled up in the coat she grabbed from Natashaâs side of the closet in their shared apartment. Y/N hauled down a cab before getting in and telling the driver her address.
The ride from the university wasn't long seeing as their shared apartment was close to by. They picked an apartment fairly close to the university and the compound so getting to their respective places was a quick ride. Sometimes Natasha would sneak and surprise Y/N on campus. As a spy and ex-assassin, it was quite easy to do, but that didnât stop Y/N from scolding the older woman for it. She knew Natasha always had good intentions whenever she came to campus, but Y/N also knew how important her girlfriendâs work is and didnât want to get in the way of it.
As the cab slowed to a stop in front of the apartment building, Y/N paid the driver and hurried into the warm building she called home. She pressed the elevator button taking her to the penthouse where she and Natasha stayed. Y/N insisted on getting one of the cheaper apartments when they were looking for a place to live, but Natasha was stubborn and devoted to getting "the best apartment for her love". Y/N couldn't put up an argument with the redhead woman any longer.
"Natty, I'm home," Y/N called out as she opened the apartment door. The living room and the kitchen lights were off causing the apartment to be dark as Y/N sat her bookbag down and took her shoes and coat off.
She walked through their apartment until she reached their bedroom where the lights seemed to be on. "Natasha?" She asked again while opening the door. A gasp left her lips once she saw the appearance of the room.
The overhead lights were dim with lit candles sitting on the nightstands and dressers. Rose petals adorned the bed and the walkway in front of the door, but there was still no sign of her girlfriend. That is until she heard humming coming from their ensuite bathroom.
Y/N briskly walked over to where the noise was coming from and opened the cracked door fully. There stood Natasha in a silk robe in front of their large bathtub that was currently running. The redhead was sprinkling more rose petals into the bathwater before she felt Y/N wrap her arms around her waist.
Natasha yelped slightly before turning to look at Y/N over her shoulder. "Hi, baby." Her eyes lit up as she pressed a kiss to the younger womanâs cheek.
Y/N blushed slightly at her girlfriend's affection. "What's all of this?" She asked, gesturing towards the tub.
"Well..." Natasha began untangling herself from her girlfriend's arms to place the box of rose petals on the bathroom counter. "You told me about how stressful school has been lately and I told you to let me make things better for you." She said, stepping forward to her arms around her girlfriend's neck. "Therefore, I decided that tonight we'd take a hot rose petal-filled bubble bath to relax your tight muscles and relieve your stress." The redhead smiled.
Y/N looked her girlfriend up and down as her hands started to wander from Natashaâs hips to the knot that held her robe together. "And what about the rose petal-covered bed?"
Natasha hummed as she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's lips. "I think you can guess what that's for, but until then..." She paused, pulling away again and untying the knot of her robe. She let the robe fall from her shoulders, to her waist, and then finally to her feet. "Join me in the bath before it gets cold, baby," Natasha said before she turned off the running faucet and climbed into the warm bathtub, pressing her back against the wall of the tub.
Y/N quickly stripped from her street clothes feeling out of place for having too many clothes on. She went to sit on the opposite side of the tub to face her girlfriend only for Natasha to gently pull her to sit in between her spread legs where she rested her back against the redheadâs chest.
A hummed left the younger womanâs lips while she sat back and rested her head against Natashaâs shoulder. The warm water caressed her muscles that ached from slouching over a library table all day. "Mmm, this is very soothing." Natasha hummed in agreement as her finger tips traced lightly over the top of Y/N's thighs.
"I knew it would help. I even used a lavender bubble bath instead of the regular one we use." She spoke softly inbetween the small kisses she began to press against Y/N's neck and shoulder.
"I can smell it. I like it." Y/N smiled, reaching to intertwine her fingers with her girlfriendâs. "Thank you for this Natty. I really appreciate this."
"Anything for you, my love," Natasha said. They sat there in peaceful silence, watching as some of the many bubbles began to dissolve in the water.
"I didn't get to ask you, but how is everything going at the compound?" Y/N asked while she played with Natashaâs fingers.
Natasha leaned forward slightly to place small kisses onto Y/N's skin under her ear. "I don't want to talk about that right now." She husked as her hands began to slowly trace the inside of Y/N's thighs. Her fervent kisses being placed on the younger womanâs neck while her hands moved closer and closer to Y/Nâs warm cunt.
Y/N bit her lip at the feeling as she reached a hand back to caress the side of the redheadâs neck. "Th-Then what do you want to talk about?" Natasha laughed light into her girlfriend's neck before her hand ghosted over her core causing Y/N's legs to jump in excitement.
"I don't want to talk baby. I want to make you feel good." Y/N turned around in the tub to face Natasha to lurch foreward and press her lips against her girlfriend's in a passionate kiss.
Natasha was quick to reach her hands forward and cup Y/N's breast in her hands giving them a firm squeeze then let her thumbs roll over the firm buds of her nipples. Y/N moaned into the kiss at the feeling of her girlfriend's hands as her tongue traced the redheadâs bottom lip asking to slip briskly between her parted lips.
Natasha moaned as her tongue brushed against Y/N's as one of her hands moved from her mounds and cascaded its way under the water and between her girlfriend's legs to cup her center. Natasha was the first to pull away from their intense kiss and peppered small kisses towards Y/N's jaw and down the side of her neck.
"Do you want to take this to the bedroom now?" Natasha asked. Y/N nodded in response, making Natasha smirk and kiss her lips before climbing out of the lukewarm water and grabbing two towels for them. Y/N stood up and wrapped the towel around her shivering body and followed her girlfriend into their bedroom.
Y/N sat on the bed with the towel wrapped around her body as she watched Natasha turn on some soothing music on the record player they kept in their room.
"Since when did we play music when we have sex?" Y/N joked as Natasha strutted over to her. The redhead reached forward to swiftly remove the towel from her girlfriendâs body then removed her own and straddled the younger womanâs lap.
"Since I am trying to make this night as soothing and perfect as possible," Natasha whispered while her hands moved to cradle Y/N's face gently. "Is that a problem?" Y/N licked her lips, looking up at her girlfriend and shaking her head.
Leaning in to press their lips together, Natasha ran her fingers through Y/N's hair as Y/N reached forward to grip Natashaâs ass causing the woman to moan into the kiss.
"Move up on the bed," Natasha whispered after pulling away from the kiss. Y/N instantly followed the older womanâs command and moved up to the top of the bed and laid down against the pillows. The redhead threw their discarded towels off the end of the bed and seductively crawled towards her girlfriend.
Pale hands trailed up from Y/N's calves to her thighs and placed themselves on firm hips where they squeezed and caressed gently. "I've been waiting for this ever since you left for the library." She said in between the kisses she was pressing along Y/N's neck down to her chest. She moved her hands to once again cup her girlfriend's breast and took her hardened nipple between her lips and sucked on it gently.
Y/N moaned and reached up to cup Natashaâs head and pulled the older woman towards her chest more. The redhead nibbled on the bud before switching and repeating the action to the other hardened nipple. Her tongue flattened out to flick and circle around the puff nipple. Gentle nips were strategically placed on Y/Nâs breast, something Natasha knew drove her girlfriend crazy. Both women enjoyed waking up after a long night and seeing the marks placed on each other during their time underneath the sheets of their bed. After leaving marks littered across her girlfriend's breast, Natasha trailed her kisses down towards the place Y/N wanted her the most.
Natasha smirked at Y/Nâs squirming body before pressing soft kisses across the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. She pushed her girlfriend's legs open more and lifted them up slightly as she slid between them to lay on her stomach. Natashaâs tongue darted out to lick up the slick that covered Y/N's thighs.
"You're so wet already and I haven't even touched you yet." Natasha teased as she began the process of marking her girlfriend's thighs just like she did her chest.
"You w-worshipped my tits for like f-five minutes, what did you expect?" Y/N whined. She was growing impatient at Natashaâs teasing, but wouldn't let herself tell the redhead. Though her patience wore thin the more time the redhead spent using her mouth all over Y/Nâs body, rushing Natasha would only prolong her pleasure even more.
"That's because you deserve to be worshipped like the princess you are." The redhead whispered before she ducked her head lower between her girlfriend's legs. "Now let me worship your body some more. And don't worry about returning the favor, tonight's all about you." She spoke. Before Y/N could respond, the tip of Natashaâs tongue flicked from the slit of Y/N's soaping heat to the top before she wrapped her lips around Y/N's clit and sucked it between swollen lips.
Y/N's eyes rolled into the back of her head as a long moan escaped from between her lips. "Fuuuuck." She called out as Natasha worked on her clit by flicking her tongue back and forth against it.
Natashaâs eyes never left Y/N's face as she watched pleasure spread across it. The feeling of accomplishment began to rise into the pit of her stomach while her own arousal dripped down her thighs, proud that she was able to help her girlfriend free her mind off the stress from school. She couldn't get too ahead of herself just yet, seeing as Y/N hadn't cum yet. The plan wasnât to make her girlfriend cum once and be done, but to make her cum until she was blissed out or soothed so to speak.
Lips closed around her girlfriend's swollen clit again while one of her hands reached up and cupped Y/N's left breast pinching and slightly pulling at her nipple. Natasha hummed against her soaping heat as Y/N began to roll her hips against the redheadâs face, chasing her already approaching orgasm.
"Shit, Natty. Keep going, just like that." Y/N moaned as one of her hands covered Natashaâs that played with her nipple while the other moved to tug on her girlfriendâs hair. Natasha reached her free hand between her girlfriend's legs and teasingly dragged two fingers up and down Y/N's slit, causing Y/N to whine. "N-Natty, please." She begged.
"Good girl. Asking so nicely." She said before pushing her index and middle finger inside of her girlfriend's pulsating walls. A loud moan escaped Y/N as her hand tightened into red hair.
Natasha pressed her fingers in and out of her girlfriend's cunt at a fast pace. She felt Y/Nâs legs begin to tremble around her head. "Are you gonna cum baby?" She asked before she began to flick her tongue back and forth against Y/N's clit softly.
Y/N's head flew back against the bed. "Yes. Yes. Yes. D-don't stop baby, don't stop. I'm gonna cum."
The older woman curled her fingers reaching deep to brush against her girlfriend's g-spot. "Cum for me, honey." Natasha husked, before bringing Y/N's clit back between her lips and giving it a suck.
Her legs trembled continuously as Y/N came with a slight scream. Natasha continued her menstruations on her girlfriend's clit, guiding her through her orgasm. When she knew Y/N was calming down from her intense orgasm, Natasha trailed kisses up her girlfriend's body before planting a firm one on Y/N's lips.
Y/N groaned as she tasted herself on her girlfriendâs lips. Natashaâs fingers that never left the younger womanâs cunt began to slowly pick up the pace again causing Y/N to whine against the older womanâs lips.
Y/N pulled away from the kiss and bit her lip trying to suppress the loud moan that threatened to escape her lips due to how sensitive she still was. Natasha laid her forehead against Y/N's as she looked into her girlfriend's eyes.
"I want you to cum one more time for me sweetheart. Can you do that for me?" She asked as her lips brushed slightly against Y/Nâs.
The younger woman nodded, squeezing her eyes shut and wrapping her arms around Natashaâs neck. "Oh, my go- Nat fuck!" Y/N moaned once Natashaâs thumb began to massage her swollen clit. "I-I'm cumming." She announced as her hips began to rock back and forth against her girlfriendâs hand.
Natasha pressed her lips against Y/N's, pressing her tongue past her lips as Y/N came undone on her fingers for the second time of the night. A long sigh escaped Y/Nâs nose as she kept her lips pressed against Natashaâs. The redhead removed her fingers slowly before placing them in her mouth then rolling off her girlfriend's body.
She pulled Y/N's body into hers after pulling the covers up and over their bodies to keep them warm. Y/N tucked her head into her girlfriendâs neck, humming softly and wrapping her arms around Natashaâs waist.
"I love you, Natty," Y/N mumbled followed by a yawn. "I'll- I'll return the favor when I wake up from this nap."
Natasha chuckled before pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead. "I love you too, baby. Get some sleep."
y/n: can i have a hug please tasha?
nat: sure detka *hugs y/n*
y/n: *hums in approval*
nat:
y/n: *moves hands down*
nat: y/n
y/n: *moves hands lower*
nat: y/n stop it-
y/n: *grabs nats butt and laughs evily* TARGET SECURED
pietro: THEN CARRY OUT THE GAME PLAN
y/n: *looks up at nat*
nat: don't you dare y/l/n
y/n: *spins her around and slaps her butt* MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
pietro: *speeds in and high-fives y/n*
nat: you are such a child *rolls eyes*
y/n: OH so you do want me to call you mommy
nat: *instant blush*
pietro: i know what is about to happen, that is why i shall leave-
Natasha: Do you wanna be my girlfriend?
Y/N : No
Natasha: *sad face* why not?
Y/N: I wanna be your wife
Natasha: ahhh yess yes *hugs Y/N and lifts her in the air*
Can I request something where R slaps Natashaâs ass and Natâs shocked by it so R started apologizing alot but Nat says she liked it
Dual Shock - Natasha x Reader
Gif not mine, credit to creator
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader
Word Count: 357
A/N: Natasha likes being spanked, I donât make the rules.
It was more of an involuntary action than anything. You never expected to have a surprised pair of eyes on you after the fact either. Playfully taking actions would never result in anything positive, you should have known.
Your hand had come down over Natashaâs ass as you and the Avengers sat chatting amicably around the table. It was Thanksgiving at the Barton residence which you all had been invited to. As you all were focused on yet another retelling of Tonyâs heroics in New York, your girlfriend had offered to refill your drink â thatâs when it all happened.
If anything, you prided yourself in how tender the hit was. Your palm bounced against her backside, getting Natasha to turn almost instantly. It was playful and dumb, you knew, but the way in which she eyed you with dark green eyes which grew with need had to thinking otherwise.
âDid you justâŚslap my ass?â Natasha questioned, her voice a hushed as she did not want to garner attention from her teammates.
âUh, maybe,â You replied with a sheepish smile. âSorry, I shouldâve asked if thatâs okay. Especially in front of everyone. Fuck, sorry, Nat.â
With your hand over the back of her chair, she set her own over it. Her fingers ran across the back of it, nimble as they interlaced with your own. She smirked at the touch, eyeing you with wonder as you became hypnotized by her presence.
âNo worries, honey,â Natasha teased while tilting her head amusingly. She leaned in and let her mouth ghost over your ear before speaking in a hushed whisper. âI have to admit I liked it a lot. Maybe you could do it again tonight.â
âWait, what-â
Before you could properly question the woman, she grabbed your glass and made a beeline towards the kitchen, throwing a knowing wink at you as she strode along with a tight, black dress that hugged her body in all the right places. She innocently talked to Laura along the way, playing it off as if nothing had happened.
It was then that you realized Natasha Romanoff would be the death of you.
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#43, #67 with bottom gp nat, from the smut prompt list đ§ââď¸
â ď¸ Smut drabble | 18+ â ď¸
"Hey, Nat, stop moving," You tenderly mumbled in a manner that nobody else could hear you. Even in a room full of people, it was amazing how nobody seemed to notice your partner squirming by your side. "You wouldn't want them to see, right?"
The two of you were stuck in yet another Avengers meeting. You swore you'd develop a brain aneurysm if you had to sit back and listen to another one of Steve's hope speeches for nearly two hours. As much as you loved them man and found him to be a great friend, you simply had other places to be, people to please.
It had been your idea to begin teasing Natasha, who sat beside you, under the table. Play with the woman was always such a joy. While she was the big and bad Black Widow, feared by many and able to tear governments apart from within, she melted when it came to you, always ready to be taken.
When Natasha failed dismally and began shifting over her seat as your hand rubbed her through her sweats, you rolled your eyes.
"I told you to stay still," You snarled slightly louder which earned you a confused glace from Wanda who sat across from the both of you. All you did was smile and wave with your free hand, as the other carried sticky fingers from Natasha's pre-cum which had leaked through her underwear and pants.
"Y/N, could you come up here for a second?" Steve voice suddenly sounded. "I need you to give a summary of your mission to Quito."
You wished to say something in retort, to deny such a request, but ended up sighing in defeat. Your mouth came dangerously close to Natasha's ear as you stood up, mumbling a low 'behave' in your wake.
As you stood in the front, you could see Natasha begging at you silently, her green eyes dark and dripping with need. Her hands were under the table, causing you to raise both eyebrows as you spoke.
In turn, Natasha had a hand beneath the waistline of her sweatpants as well as her briefs. She rubbed the tip of her cock with her thumb, nearly groaning loudly as she imagined it to be you. With Bruce by her side nearly falling asleep and Wanda's curious eyes staring intently, she simply had to follow your instructions to not be caught.
When you finally got back to your chair after a small thank you from Steve, you shot Natasha a disapproving look. All she did was fidget under your gaze as you noticed her hand moving out her pants.
"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" You asked, already knowing the answer.
"Y/N, I-"
You grabbed her wrist roughly, pulling her hand towards you to see her digits sticky with pre-cum as yours had previously been before cleaning them against your clothing.
"You've been bad, Tasha," You whispered dangerously. "Guess someone's getting punished."
2, 7, 47 with g!p r and bottom nat?
â ď¸ Smut drabble | 18+ â ď¸
"You feel so warm, baby. Are you ready?" You asked smiling, already knowing the answer as desperation reeked from Natasha. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you inside me," Natasha moaned rather loudly. She was sprawled over the bed, her legs spread out as you kneeled before her/ "Please, Y/N. Make me feel really good."
You could never say no to such a wonderous request. Without hesitation. You grabbed your length after having swirled it around Natasha's entrance and slowly inched forward.
Both groaned when your cock was gripped viciously by her velvety walls. They were quickly spread by your large shaft as you pushed it deeper in her. The more inches that moved forth, the louder Natasha's moans grew -- she always did love ho well you filled her.
Once you were fully inside, your movements ceased. You allowed Natasha time to grow used to such fullness. She nearly cried as you shifted every so slightly, arching her back in the process.
"Can I keep going, Nat?" You asked with worry."
"Fuck, please do it. Take me, Y/N."
It didn't take long for you to begin moving your hips. You thrust them steadily, moving your cock, buried deep in her pussy, with tenderness.
"Just a little harder, baby girl," Natasha pleaded. "I can take it."
With a nod, you followed instructions. You fucked her with might, making her whimpers much louder as she shook beneath you. Natasha clung to your body, her nails digging on your skin which would surely leave a mark.
"Please donât stop," She begged with tears in her eyes. "Make me come, Y/N."
Incorrect Avengers Office X-Mas edition
*picture it Christmas time and the Avengers are taking pictures with Santa aka Yelena in a Santa suit.*
Yelena: Ho ho ho and what would you like for Christmas Natasha?đ đź
Natasha smiled sweetly before turning to you: I want the photographer. đđ
Yelena: Done!đđ¤đ˝
Y/N behind the camera: Weâll talk.đđ


