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Natasha Romanoff is working out in the gym and has a problem with Steve Rogers leaving his machines all sweaty when he's done with them. When she tells him to clean it up and he tells her to do it herself Natasha decides to prove a point by surprise squirting all over Steve. The two are so horny at this point that sex is inevitable so she has him strip and get on his hands and knees as she eats his ass/ rims him after awhile he asks her to squirt on him so she stands and starts touching herself as he starts twerking still on his hands and knees and she soon squirts all over his bubble butt then they do it Top Steve Rogers and Dom bottom Natasha Romanoff, Natasha squirts all over Steve multiple times like an unrealistic amount of times pretty much soaking him in squirt while she uses his big dick.
Can you somehow let me know if this is ok, 🙏I'm willing to discuss anything you need to including possible changes... I've had this request for a long time and I've sent it to so many writers but they all either turn it down, have laughed at me, or called me weird because this so just please don't make fun of me that's all I ask...
Okay! So! Here it is!! I hope I did well, I tried to include everything well enough while not making anything too shallow or short. If there are Grammar or spelling mistakes I apologize, shit happens.
Content warning: NSFW, Rimming, Porn physics, Excessive Squirting, Mild humiliation, Femdoming, Semi public sex, Messy O, Overly dramatized anatomy, sub male top, spontaneous sex, sweet, squirt used like a piss kink, degradation, rough sex, Over-stimulation, male orgasm denial, Multi orgasms, edging, wet sex, improper use of gym equipment.
Word Count: 2,100
People who requested to be tagged: @wrathfulkeyreservoir , @gay-marvel-evans-fan , @foggyweirdhedgehog , @tremendousslayerreader
Early morning workouts were one of the more popular forms of activity in the Avengers tower. Tony's various 'maid' bots were just done with their rounds which left everything spotless and ready for use. Those fancy roomba's started running at four sharp and never a second earlier, running again around noon before a final time at nineteen hundred. Unfortunately this meant the night owls were responsible for their own messes. This wouldn't be an issue, of course, if people were actually responsible and weren't babied by these nifty pieces of metal.
Natasha was one of the aforementioned night owls who always had the sense to clean up any mess she left. Never once had she left any trace of her being in the gym besides maybe her towel drying off on the weight wrack, but she was quite used to things being left here or there. Most people up at this hour were working out to try and sleep or to ward off a bad dream, they weren't exactly focused on being neat and tidy. Multiple times she had to clean sticky sweat off of a machine or had to put something back that she'd not left out. It was like living with a bunch of teenage boys at times but it happened inconsistently enough she hadn't said anything about it. At least that was until today.
Coming into the gym Natasha was already equipped with her regular work out gear of a black sports bra and matching black yoga pants. A towel hung over her shoulder while a water bottle rested in her hand as she looked over the gym trying to figure out where she was starting today. Immediately she spotted an abandoned water bottle and next to it was a clearly wet weight bench. Given the bottle was just a plastic disposable one it narrowed down the suspects but Nat didn't really care who it was, she was just annoyed there was another damn mess for her to clean.
Going to get another towel she bumped into the probable culprit. Steve Rogers, America's good boy, looking like he just got out of bed in nothing but a pair of boxers and sneakers. His back—well his everything—was coated in a glistening layer of sweat that gave silent confirmation he was to blame for the assassin's dismay.
Without hesitation she caught him by the elbow, grip firm but not heavy. Steve rarely needed heavy handed guidance or more than a firm talking to so Nat didn't see any reason to put more effort in.
"Clean up your mess Rogers. " Her voice was flat. No coddling or aggression. Just a simple request that she expected to be answered without a fight.
Pulling his elbow free Steve sighed heavily. It didn't take a genius to see he was in a bad mood but for Natasha a bad mood didn't excuse you from being a decent person. "You can handle it Nat, I'm not in the mood."He was a bit snippy, that bad mood spilling into his tone and making it clear to even the most oblivious what mood he was in. Natasha didn't care. She cared about people being accountable as well as not treating the one woman here like a maid.
With out a word she grabbed his bicep, the sticky sweat coating her hand as she made sure he'd not slip from her grip. She dragged him to the bench, sounds of protest falling on deaf ears. Slapping her towel into his chest she pointed at the bench, "Clean it." It'd take two seconds. He didn't even have to go get a towel as she was forfeiting her own.
Groaning Steve pushed the towel back at Natasha. "No, I'm going to bed." Natasha scowled. Sparring would be her preferred way to solve this but a look down gave her another idea.
Steve's boxers strained, nearly any sort of pants on him did as america's ass was not to be forgotten, but that's not what caught her attention. His cock was painfully alert, a sizable tent being the only thing that offered any sort of 'cover' for it. If he was too 'busy' to clean up his own mess then maybe he wouldn't be too busy to make a bigger one? She could give him a true mess to clean up and leave him worn out enough he had no choice but to do so unless he wanted to be found soaking wet and pants down in the gym by Clint.
Stepping forward Natasha made no hesitation in grabbing the cock just barely hidden before her. Steve tensed but said nothing as she examined it. Large and firm, perfect for her to use later. Now she had a point to make.
"Strip." she ordered and he did, not that it was exactly hard. As soon as the fabric hit the floor she kicked it off into some random corner of the gym to be forgotten as a future punishment. Warmth had already been pooling between her legs so stripping next was a no brainer. As her breasts spilled out she watched Steve's cock twitch, excited for what it was assumed to be receiving. But Natasha had other plans than to just give herself to his cock.
Taking off her bottoms she folded them neatly, leaving all her clothes placed on the weight wrack so they'd be as unsoiled as possible so she could just leave when she wished. Intercepting a hand that attempted to caress her she shoved a towel into it instead. "Clean it." she demanded, hands on her hips and legs parted just enough so Steve could see the 'bait' that was her core. This ruse was an effective one as he kneeled almost immediately, assuming the exact position she had wanted him in; bent over the weight bench ready to be pinned down.
Sliding her fingers across herself, taking up her own wetness, she watched as his hips moved. The fat of his ass moved with them, shaking in a springy wave as he scrubbed up his own sweat. Without warning Natasha leaned over and slid a wet finger across his hole. Steve shuttered, not stopping his task as she teased the tightened flesh. She'd praise him but he was not deserving of praise just yet. After his rudeness he would have to work for any sort of reward or rather he'd have to pay penance.
Sliding her tongue across the moistened flesh he shuttered again, a tiny moan caught in his throat. Using the combination of saliva and her own fluids Natasha probed the tense hole with skill. Each little movement earned another caught moan. A slight movement of hips and tensing of muscles made her teasing more aggressive. Allowing her tongue to briefly enter, pushing just enough in to get a reaction, Natasha ceased her abuse refusing to give more than just an inkling of pleasure before she had some of her own.
Standing back up she admired the sight before her. His annoyingly round ass gyrated with each furious scrub, the flesh of his thighs rippling with each motion. One would think him stone at times, especially with how his suit hugged each and every dip of muscle, but he was still just flesh. Mailable and abusable flesh that could be milked for one's own pleasure so easily.
Steve made an indication he was going to get up, the machine finally cleansed of sweat. Stepping on his tail bone, pressing her foot into the start of his ass Natasha barked an order, "You're not done Rogers, I see more. Do better." Pressing into him with her heel spurred him back to a action with an annoyed grown.
'Good' she thought. 'Just the perfect show to give him more work.'
Keeping her foot propped up on him as he worked she had ease finding stability despite his furious movements. Years of training had left her a master of balance. Normally this was for combat situations but the skills transfered well to keeping herself partially poised on an ass the size of a small planet. Steve's furious movements also jostled her just enough that she had to do less work, creating a perfect amount of pleasure as she brought a hand down to touch herself.
Jolts of pleasure teased both her body and mind as she watched the sight before her. Flesh bent to her will, every ripple of muscle a result of her orders. Who wouldn't find immense pleasure in this? Soon that knot was tightening in her stomach, a pressure building in her pussy that demanded release. Without warning just what she wished to happen did. A spluttering stream of clear fluid coated Steve. Liquid splattered the bench and ground, creating just the mess she'd hoped for this whole time. Chest rising and falling heavily she removed her foot from the solider, resting it on a distant spot of dry ground. This was not the end of it and while they both had super human endurance she'd still have to pace this if she was to fully get what she wanted.
Steve froze. He seemed to have a moment of thought before he went to work cleaning her juices off of the bench. Even if this was what her next command would have been she didn't praise him. His reward would come when she deemed him worthy and it'd not be some fickle praise. Release would be his due. If that wasn't good enough then he could keep his complaints to himself because after this Natasha was going to shower and then bed.
Once he was done cleaning the bench he hesitated as if expecting it to be ruined again. But Nat had other plans. His punishment was much more complex than just cleaning. Making a show of inspecting it she let him stand to the side, cock pitifully raised as it hungered, drips of precum beading at its tip. She had to admit that he'd done well, the bench perfectly dry if smelling of sex. It was impressive how hard he could work when he wanted something.
Sitting on the bench with her legs crossed she looked at him. "You cum when I say you do." she stated and he nodded. Then she parted her legs and invited him over.
Like a bee finding a flower his cock sunk into her but unlike the insect it was anything but small and gentle. Stretching her, Natasha felt his more than impressive penis to the furthest reaches of her hips up into her stomach. She could take, it otherwise she wouldn't have offered, but it was still worth noting just how much effort it took to contain it. All that pressure was perfect, pressing into the correct nerves and making it easy for her to find pleasure without additional effort on her part.
Each movement of his cock was like a shot of electricity that added more and more power to her pleasure. It wasn't long before she had another crashing orgasm that sent literal waves from her. Moans urged Steve on, his cock only being a tool for her and those sweet sounds being the currency she paid to use it. Pressure built again as he brutually fucked her, his massive cock pushing roaring stream after roaring stream of fluid out of her. A sizable puddle was forming beneath the two, one that only one would have to deal with.
While the pleasure was utterly intoxicating time was still passing. Hours passed just as climaxes did, light would break soon which meant this would have to end. Mulling it over for a moment Natash decided that now would not be the time he came. He'd have to finish fixing his mess which now included his own body, juices staining it so much he glistened more aggressively than he had when it was just sweat. With one last wave Natasha made him halt, locking him in place with her legs before shoving him out of her slowly. He frowned in disappointment but stood to the side. It took everything not to milk his cock more but Natasha had already made up her mind.
Elegantly getting up she stretched admiring the puddle on the floor. "You better be quick, Clint will be up soon." she stated as she headed for the showers, grabbing her still clean clothes on the way over. "Maybe if you're fast enough I'll still be awake for round two."
Trotting out she gave his cock a punishing squeeze, eager to see if he actually managed to finish the challenge.
