Summary: You walk in on your best friends, they are only more turned on by it
Warnings: Smut, G!P Wanda, Wanda has a penis, fingering (N receiving), oral (N receiving), fingering, drunk Clint, soft AND rough top Wanda, bottom Natasha, mention of anal, mention of gag use, mention of sex swing, mention of recording sex, cursing, masochism and sadism (<3), creampie, voyeurism, dacryphilia, exhibitionism, degrading, heel fetish, I guess
W.C.: 2.3K
A.N.: Enjoy my horny rabbits.
PS, I had to go a bit silly with the pics today :)
One late evening, the whole Avengers team were gathered in the living room of the compound all cozied up. Clint, Thor and Steve sat with blankets over them and their best sweatpants was on. They were seated right in front of the TV on the big couch.
Clint had a bucket in his lap, throwing up the awful liqour Thor had given him.
Tony and Bruce sat by the kitchen but still had a view of the TV. They chatted quietly about some science project they had going on, beers in hand.
You sat on the opposite side of your best friends, Natasha and Wanda, who hadn’t changed since the party that Tony had earlier. Natasha sat sideways on Wanda’s lap as they shared a blanket in the cozy chair, her Louboutin heels still on, hanging over the armrest.
You had a book in your lap, not a pretty girl like Natasha, but it was still something.
The horror movie in the background was booming, but you weren’t paying attention. I’d say you paid attention to your book, but I’d just be lying. Your attention was on Natasha and the way she 'reacted' to the movie. Her head was tucked in Wanda’s neck as her girlfriend had the biggest smirk on her face, paying attention to the movie. You could see the movement of Wanda’s arm underneath the blanket, the way Natasha’s chest rose and fell heavily. Wanda’s lips moved occasionally, muttering something you couldn’t make out completely. However you’re pretty sure some of those words were ‘good… for…’
You glanced up from your book, cheeks red when your eyes met Wanda’s. Natasha pulled Wanda closer, hiding her face as she stiffened. You noticed how Natasha's feet straightened in her heels. Wanda smirked at you, mouthing, 'Wanna join?' ’'. You swore you could die that moment.
With wide eyes and a very red face, you looked down at your book again, staring at it like it was your job.
"We are heading to bed," Wanda spoke softly over the TV.
The guys only nodded, waving them off, their attention on the movie.
Except for Clint, his head was still in the bucket.
Natasha was now standing, her slender fingers pulling down her black minidress.
She wore the one with thin straps, not the one that covered her chest and shoulders. You liked this one more.
"Night, y/n…" Wanda spoke softly, looking at you up and down. You looked up and gave them a soft smile, trying to ignore the aching feeling between your legs. They both smirked at you before walking out, Wanda’s hand on the small of Natasha’s back.
-///-
About an hour later, the movie was finished, and all the guys headed to bed. Tony and Bruce had migrated to the lab for some 4 AM brainstorming. You placed your book down, your head still a little fuzzy from all the alcohol you consumed earlier that day.
Your skin was dry, like always when you drank. So you couldn’t wait to put on your favourite lotion and jump into the cold bed, get some good shut-eye, and definitely not dream about your best friends.
Except you couldn’t apply the lotion. Because it was, of course, on Wanda's and Nat’s dresser. Normally, you'd apply it before, but since they asked to get ready with you and be the judge of their outfits. The lotion was long forgotten when you had placed it down on the dresser and seen Wanda half-naked as she got dressed for the party.
With a sigh, you made your way to your room, walking into the bathroom, looking for anything that could replace the soothing feeling of putting on the lotion. When finding nothing, you groaned in frustration.
Surely, they must have gone to bed now.
It would be easy.
You’d sneak over to their dresser in their bedroom.
Retrieve the lotion.
Walk out like nothing happened.
Maybe you’d see a naked boob peaking out of the blanket, but that was okay.
You could survive that; they were just your best friends.
As you stood outside the door, you put your ear to it, listening for any sound. Not hearing anything, you decided to walk in.
However, you felt an immediate regret for not listening longer, and you were sure that now you couldn’t walk out of there like nothing happened.
Something happened.
Something was currently happening.
And it was right in front of you.
Natasha, still in her heels, was pushed up against their dresser.
Head against the wall. Mouth open. Eyes closed.
She was completely naked with one leg over Wanda’s shoulder, the other on the floor.
Her hands held tightly on the edge of the dresser, knuckles white as she took the thrusts from Wanda.
The thrusts made the dresser move, hitting the back wall along with your lotion right beside Natasha’s hand.
Talking about hands, Wanda’s right hand was on Natasha’s throat, and you could practically feel it on yourself. Her left hand was around Nat’s thigh, which was over her shoulder, pulling her closer.
Your eyes landed on Wanda’s dick that was penetrating Natasha, and you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off it.
It moved fast, slightly tilted up. You were sure that if your thoughts weren’t so loud, you could hear Natasha’s wet, throbbing pussy being penetrated by it.
She opened her eyes, making eye contact with you, a soft smirk on her lips.
"Wa-anda," Natasha choked out. Her girlfriend lightened the pressure on her neck. Nat let out a cough and looked back at you. ‘’We’ve go-ot co-ugh fuck, company.’'
Wanda looked behind her, seeing your red face and your thighs clenched.
She slowed down, then stopped and removed her hand from Nat’s throat.
You only stood there, eyes hopping between Nat and Wanda.
Natasha tried to take her leg down and cover her chest up, mostly for your comfort; she didn't really care.
Albeit, Wanda stopped her.
‘’I’m not done with you.’'
Her voice was low and firm, and it made Natasha’s eyes darken, adjusting herself a little on her girlfriend's thing.
You hadn’t moved for a good 4 minutes. Wanda might as well not have ruined Natasha’s orgasm and continued if she knew you were just going to stand there and watch them.
If you wanted to watch, you could just ask.
"Sweetheart, I’m kind of busy here. What did you need?’’ Wanda asked. Nat glanced over at you, her breathing more steady now, but her forehead still glistening from sweat in the dim lighting.
''Lotion,'' was all you got out.
Wanda furrowed her brows and then realized.
She grabbed the lotion with her free hand and held it out for you.
You awkwardly walked towards her, the room smelling more and more of sex.
With a gentle hand, you grabbed it. Wanda’s fingers brushed against yours; they were wet.
Natasha.
You turned about three times redder in the face and hurried out of the room.
‘’Why did she get so red?’'
‘’My fingers have been inside your pussy.’'
Natasha didn’t get a time to respond before Wanda started to move again. A loud moan escaping them both.
It didn’t take long until Wanda came inside of Natasha, Natasha following just a second later.
Once Wanda pulled out, she picked her up and carried her bridal style to the bed.
Natasha hummed with delight and closed her eyes, her head falling against her girlfriend's shoulder.
Wanda carefully placed Natasha on the bed as if she were made of glass, gold, and one-of-a-kind black diamonds. Natasha couldn’t help but smile at her gentleness.
She carefully removed her girlfriend's heels, kissing her feet softly.
Natasha hummed and stretched her arms over her head as she admired the younger woman.
Wanda smiled at the sight, continuing to kiss up her calf
Her knees.
Inner thighs.
She then moved to Natasha’s stomach.
Side ribs.
Chest.
Collarbone.
Neck.
And, finally, her lips.
They smiled wide at each other, like they had just fallen in love all over again.
"Hi, beautiful," Nat whispered, her hand cupping Wanda’s cheek.
Wanda smiled wider, if that was even possible.
‘’Hello, gorgeous.’'
Wanda laid down beside Natasha, her head resting on her chest.
They let out a contented sigh, feeling a little more relaxed.
Natasha bit her lip; seeing your face's reaction in her head did something to her.
‘’You’re replaying it in your head…’’ Wanda spoke softly a little later.
Natasha sighed, ‘’Wanda…’'
‘’I’m sorry, your thoughts were really fucking loud.’’
‘’She didn’t mean to see us,'' Wanda whispered.
‘’You liked it.’'
Wanda didn’t move.
‘’It was really humiliating,’’ Natasha said, her hand playing loosely with Wanda’s hair.
"I'm sorry, I should have let you take your leg down or pulled out at least," Wanda apologized, lying on her side, resting on her elbow.
‘’No.’'
Wanda furrowed her brows.
Nat bit her lip again.
A smirk formed on Wanda’s lips.
‘’Oh?’'
Her hands trailed around Natasha’s chest.
"You liked when your best friend saw you getting fucked? Completely manhandled like a whore?’’
Natasha let out a shaky breath, her eyes closing. It only made Wanda smirk wider.
‘’You did…’'
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Wanda knelt and spread Natasha’s legs.
Nat whimpered in response, trying to close them.
"I don’t think I can take another one, baby…" Natasha mumbled, looking at the younger woman.
Wanda made puppy eyes, her lip sticking out in a pout.
A soft giggle came out of Nat, rolling her eyes in the process.
‘’Fine, only because I love you.''
Wanda smiled, kissing her cheek.
‘’You won’t regret it.’'
‘’Oh, I know.’'
Wanda kissed Nat’s stomach, her hand moving closer to Natasha’s core.
"You're still so wet… With my cum running out of you and all,’’ Wanda teased, lapping up her own cum from Natasha’s pussy.
‘’Fuck…’'
As Wanda continued to eat Nat out, Nat’s mind started racing as she closed her eyes.
The way you watched them, not stopping them, just enjoying the sight.
She knew you got wet from the way she moaned for Wanda, letting her use her pussy.
"You're thinking of her again," Wanda mumbled, removing her mouth and sitting up.
Natasha still had her eyes closed, but she could feel the way Wanda’s eyes stared at her.
She opened them and looked at her girlfriend, biting her lip.
Wanda pushed two fingers into Natasha’s sore but aching pussy.
"You want her to see you like this… again? All exposed and needy for my fingers?’'
Wanda smirked as Natasha nodded her head; she bit her arm to suppress the embarrassingly loud moan.
"Maybe I should just send her a video of you like this? Make a sex tape dedicated to her?’'
"Please…" Natasha’s pleading sent shivers down Wanda’s spine. Her eyes darkened, her free hand coming up for an unexpected choke.
Natasha gasped, her eyes going wide.
Wanda let out a low growl before removing her hand from her pussy.
She moved into missionary, taking Natasha’s legs over her shoulder.
‘’Wanda I—WANDA!'' Natasha was about to protest before she screamed her name.
Wanda had slammed her cock into Natasha, already thrusting relentlessly.
‘’You’re such a whore, you know that?’'
Natasha could only nod in complete bliss.
‘’You’re my whore, you belong to me.’'
Wanda growled.
Going faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
Tears streamed down Nat’s face, a breathless sob escaping her.
And Wanda noticed.
She didn’t slow down, but she did release the grip on Natasha’s neck, pulling her into a desperate, needy, and sloppy kiss.
Natasha moaned into it, enjoying the roughness her girlfriend was giving her.
Not even a minute later, Nat’s toes curled, her body spasmed, and her legs shook.
She came, and oh my, did she come hard.
Wanda moaned, slapping Natasha’s face, and not the gentle, loving kind.
It stung. A lot.
But it felt good.
It felt great.
Nat grunted and smirked up at her girlfriend, her cheek already turning red.
She knew how much Wanda liked impact play with her, especially because of how well Natasha took it.
‘’Fuck!’'
Wanda shot her load into Natasha, both moaning.
When she pulled out, Natasha was exhausted, completely limp, and breathing heavily.
That’s when Wanda got soft with her.
Like usual.
She cooed at Nat and kissed her cheek, then gently wiped her face of tears.
‘’You’re such a good girl, Nat.''
Nat chuckled and pulled her into a kiss.
"Sorry for hurting you."
"You didn’t… or well, you did, but I enjoyed every moment.''
Wanda smiled, pulling her into a cuddle as she lay down beside her.
"You weren’t close to safe wording?" Wanda asked, rubbing her girlfriend's back lovingly.
Nat shook her head, leaning into the touch.
"No, but if you didn't release your grip on my throat, I would... Or if you fucked me like that in the ass and had me gagged, blindfolded, and in a sex swing… I probably would too.’'
Wanda giggled, kissing her cheek again. ‘’I’ll always notice before you ever have to use the safe word… also, anal?’'
Wanda’s brow was raised, her hand gliding down Nat’s back to cup her ass.
Natasha pushed her hand up to her back again.
"Not. Now.’'
‘’Fine…’’ Wanda grumbled, lying down on her back and pulling Natasha to lie by her.
Natasha cuddled into her, wincing slightly in pain. Her legs and cheeks would hurt tomorrow.
‘’Like you can handle that anyway,’’ Natasha muttered, her head still not left the thought of Wanda taking her from behind.
‘’Excuse me?’'
"You heard me. The second I bend over, my ass all ready for your cock, you’re gonna cum," Natasha puffed, following a smile, a small flick coming to Wanda’s cock.
"Okay, that happened once," Wanda defended, grabbing Nat’s hand and kissing it. ‘’And to be fair, you bending over for me is really fucking hot.''
Natasha blushed a little, yawning. She laid her head on Wanda’s shoulder, closing her eyes. They lay in quiet for a moment, enjoying each other's company.
‘’Did you really want me to record you?’’ Wanda whispered, her fingers playing with Natasha’s hair.
Natasha opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked up at Wanda, glancing down at her eyes before meeting her eyes.
‘’Did you?’'
Wanda bit her lip, kissing Natasha’s forehead.
"I mean… I’d only do it with your consent, but I don’t know of I’d send it to y/n,’'
Natasha nodded, cuddling closer to her.
‘’She deserves the live show…’'
Wanda chuckled, ‘’She’s already got it. ’'
Natasha blushed, groaning as she hid in Wanda’s neck.
Wanda laughed.
"Let's invite her tomorrow for a movie. I’ll fuck you when she isn’t paying attention. And if she does, I won’t stop because you’ll enjoy it too much,’’ Wanda whispered, her own dick twitching by her own words.
Natasha felt butterflies in her stomach, she really did have an exhibitionism kink…
She blushed hard and subconsciously bucked her hips.
Hey there! I really loved the ones you did for Wanda, so i was wondering if you'd be down to do one for Natasha with Touching 35, Hugs 17 and Hands 13 (if you're ok with it going that way).
If not, it's totally cool, love your works :)
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
prompt: linking hands together during sex, hugging from behind, kissing their bruises and scars | words: 1.686k | warnings: (+18), shower smut, bottom!natasha, language, mentions of violence.
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The only sounds in the surroundings were running water and the news coming from the corner television that Natasha probably left on.
You closed the bedroom door behind you, making just enough noise to announce your presence without startling her - Not that you believed it was possible to sneak around with a black widow.
Natasha left the bathroom ajar and your gaze met hers in the reflection in the mirror. She smiled at first, no sound coming from her lips, neither of greeting nor of pain even though she was treating significant cuts scattered across her body. The purple marks on her back and chest were almost completely visible through that sports tank top she was wearing, and you sighed as you leaned against the door.
She held your gaze. "All it takes for you to show up is a near end of the world, huh?"
The teasing made you smile. You crossed your arms, knowing that if you didn't keep your hands busy, you would touch her. And you needed to know if Natasha wasn't mad at you first.
"Well, at least now I know that I can't leave you alone for five minutes without that leading to the eventual destruction of all mankind." You say, an undertone in the sentence that makes Natasha frown slightly. You sigh before adding; "I just said goodbye to my brother. We both agree that it's best to always have an Asgardian on the team."
Natasha swallows hard and looks away. She's a master at hiding her emotions, and she does a great job of disguising the news that would easily be the best thing she's heard in weeks. She gives you a small chuckle, looking at you in the reflection. "You two think too highly of yourselves, you know? We took care of half of Ultron's army while your brother was taking a bath in a cave."
You chuckle, joining in the comfortable push and pull you've always had ever since you first met her, so many years ago when Thor first came to Earth.
"Is that so?" She hums in agreement, her body language betraying her and leaning towards you. "Because I heard you spent half the time in handcuffs." She raises an eyebrow.
"Your intel is incorrect," she counters. "Ultron knocked me out, but I had my hands free." You laugh at her irony, shaking your head in disapproval. She smiles, mimicking the gesture before taking a deep breath.
An exchange of glances and the mood in the room changed completely. You looked at her so intently that Natasha thought it best to go stare back to the mirror. Finally, you spoke. "You could have called me." It was a whisper, too gentle or sad to be accusatory. She sighed softly. "I would have kicked Stark's ass in a second. Blown up a few things, or even charmed a few minds. But I would have been here. And you definitely wouldn't have been unconscious."
She rested her hands on the sink, somewhat tense and visibly tired. "It wasn't anyone's fault." She counters seriously but keeps her tone as friendly as she can. "It's the job, malysha (baby). We go and fight, and come home with a few scratches. I knew how important your mission was. I won’t call you if it isn’t a matter of life or death. I was sure we could handle it, and in the end, we did."
But your gaze was on the large bruise on her shoulder when you replied with a "Few scratches, huh?"
She gave you a sad smile and with a nod, you knew what she was allowing.
You can touch me.
You uncrossed your arms and moved slowly. Natasha sighed as she felt your hands touch her elbows, and then her shoulders until your arms wrapped around her. She was overcome by a sudden urge to cry - all the stress of the last few weeks, all the fights. And all the missing you burning feeling in her chest. She sighed, sinking into the warmth of your embrace for a moment. You kissed her neck and stared at her through the reflection.
"Let me take a look." You asked and she opened her mouth to retort with a "You don't have to" but you were already hushing her gently, wrapping your arms around her waist to spin her around and have her against the counter. She bit her lip to hide her own reactions, eyes watching you carefully undress her.
The tank top came off first and she could see the darkness in your expression as you took in the new display of bruises. Then her combat pants and she removed her socks as you set the items aside in the corner.
Close again, you traced some of the more superficial bruises on her torso on your way to removing her bra.
Natasha said nothing, the cool air of the room making her body tremble just before it warmed again beneath your touch.
When you bent down to pull her panties to the floor, she let her fingers play with the strands of your hair for a moment.
“You’re such a charmer,” she murmured teasingly. “You’ve barely gotten here and there’s already a naked girl in your room.”
You chuckled, throwing her panties in the corner with the other clothes. "Don't be silly, this is your room." You replied in the same tone and tugged on your shirt, which got stuck in the attempt and Natasha was happy to help between one giggle and another.
She didn't steal any kisses, but you forgot to ask. You were busy exchanging complicity looks and giggles as she pulled your belt and pants away, and you stumbled out of your Asgardian boots.
Finally, you were both naked and under the shower. She turned it on and didn't wait for the water to heat up before pushing you under, and you didn't pull her along in sympathy for the number of bruises she still had.
But the light, teasing ,and joking mood changed as your fingers traced her new scars.
The water did most of the work, of course - Natasha still needed a lot to get used to the mystical side of life, and the existence of gods like you, but she would certainly never stop being enchanted by your abilities. Her body relaxed under your enchanted touch. The water drops would do the healing, but you ran your hands and lips over as much of her skin as you could, slowly as if you were idolizing every inch of her. When you finally got to your knees again with your lips on her thighs, Natasha was already panting, her legs shaking.
"You're such a tease." She comments with her eyes narrowed, the hot water and the affection of your touch had completely relaxed her. She was aroused, of course, but it was warm, comforting somehow.
You giggle mischievously, the bruises are completely gone now. The mystical, silvery glow of the water you manipulated to heal her had also completely drained down the drain, and now all that was left was you and your affections.
You looked up, slightly mesmerized by the beauty of the woman in front of you.
Your lack of action made Natasha look down, a smile playing on her lips.
"Don't be shy now, darling. I'm ready for you."
You let out a shuddering sigh but resisted just long enough to tease her. "You always want me on my knees, Natalia. Is it because I'm royalty?"
She giggled, her dominant hand tangling in your hair and before she pulled you up, she growled an affectionate "Come here you dork."
Despite the urgency, the kiss was tender. At least at first, filled with the longing you felt for each other. Then Natasha's tongue slid to your bottom lip, never asking permission before increasing the urgency of that kiss, and you were grateful that her fragile human body was healed and allowed you to press her roughly against the wall.
She moaned into your mouth, fighting for dominance in the kiss before being overpowered by the sudden friction of your knee against her core. With her hips moving of their own accord, it didn't take long for her to break the kiss with pleading moans, full of need. You never denied her, you never could. She didn't even need to ask and you already moved your knee away to sink your fingers into her, being rewarded with the sweetest sounds and breathless sighs.
The hot water dripped against your back, and the closer Nat got to the climax, the more her body writhed. Natasha liked to kiss you when she came because she knew it drove you crazy to feel her shudder and whine into your mouth when she did it. One of her hands grabbed your face to control the kiss as your fingers danced inside her, filling her completely in a back-and-forth motion that was driving her mad. On instinct, she dug her nails into your back, and you grunted in slight pain, before using your free hand to hold hers against the wall. The brief restraint pushed her over the edge and all it took was a twist of your wrist and she came, whimpering into your tongue.
You kissed her chastely a few times until she could respond properly. She was still throbbing deliciously against your fingers when you pulled back to suck your fingers clean.
Natasha looked at you with dilated pupils, the hand that had been on your face falling to your shoulder next to the one you released.
"I think very highly of you, too, you now. “ She confessed with a rusky worn-out tone. “Just don't get too cocky."
You smile, shaking your head at your girlfriend's post-orgasm state.
Not that you've decided on a label.
"Making you come is all I need to get some compliments, then? Good to know."
"Shut up."
"With pleasure. I happen to have plenty of other ideas to occupy my mouth with."
She shakes her head, a goofy smile on her lips. "Idiot."
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“I want to try something new tonight,” Natasha says, her fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. You’re lying on the couch, the solid weight of her body resting half on top of you while a Disney movie plays in the background.
You hum, tilting your face away from the screen and towards her. Her cheek is pressed against your shoulder, her soft breaths hitting your neck, and her dark green eyes nervously glancing up at you.
Her blonde hair is soft underneath your fingertips, and you stroke her head gently while you wait for her breaths to become even again. You know how stressful it is for Natasha to ask for things, especially since she’s not used to making her own choices.
“So you know how I like it when you’re a bit… rougher?” Her voice is pitched slightly higher than usual, and you smile at the flush that spreads across her cheeks. Her eyes are locked on the screen, refusing to meet your gaze. You let it be, knowing now is not the time to be stingy about eye contact.
“Yes, love. I like how desperate and needy you get when I’m rough,” you say, trying to help her get the words out. “Do you want me to do something more?”
Natasha takes in a shaky breath, but you can feel the steady beat of her heart underneath your palm. You keep stroking her hair, and after a few long moments, she opens her mouth and looks at you for the first time.
“I want to try choking,” she whispers, her voice soft and quiet. It lacks the usual confidence she speaks with, so you know this is a vulnerable moment for her.
“Of course, we can try that, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to wrap my hand around that pretty neck of yours, but I was waiting until you were comfortable enough.”
“Oh, well… I think I’d like it very much,” Natasha says with a note of finality, declaring the subject closed.
Smiling softly, you press a kiss against the top of her head, her soft sigh melting into the skin of your neck. Her cinnamon-scented perfume fills your nose as you turn back to the movie, your mind running with possibilities for later that evening.
Natasha’s hips move slightly against yours, and you can tell from the heat emanating from between her thighs that she’s thinking about it too. Perfect. You love it when she gets all worked up, she always cums harder when she’s needy.
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Your lips move fervently against Natasha’s as the end credits of the movie play. You press the mute button on the remote, before your hands are back on her waist and squeezing tightly.
She’s moved from her position cuddling into your side, now fully straddling your waist as she moans softly into your mouth. Her hands are around your face, her fingers stretching onto the sides of your head and tangling with your hair.
The weight of her warm body against yours is sending your senses into overdrive, and you push down the urge inside you to flip her onto her back and have your way with her. You want Natasha to enjoy what comes next, but also feel comfortable. So, you let her start at her own pace.
That doesn’t include letting her roll her hips against yours.
“Stay still, baby. I don’t want to have to pin you down this early in the night,” you say, your fingers digging into her hips as she gasps into your mouth. A low whine escapes her as she pulls her lips from yours to look at you with a wounded expression.
Raising an eyebrow, you pin her with a look.
“Okay, I’ll keep still,” Natasha says, and you know that it's a lie. She can’t help it, her needy core searching for friction when she gets desperate and fuzzy. You simply nod, letting her lips connect with yours again.
You make sure to keep your movements slow, your tongue lazily pressing against her lips as her breathing gets heavier. Her chest heaves against yours, pressing firmly against you as her hands start moving, stroking your hair.
Moving your hands slowly, you reach down to cup her ass, smiling against her mouth at the accompanying moan. Natasha rocks her hips once, before a sharp nip of your teeth against her bottom lip pauses the movement. She holds herself back, her clit begging to hump against something as it throbs uselessly in her pants.
“Good girl,” you murmur into her mouth, speeding up the movements of your lips against hers. Your hands trail up her sides and in between your bodies, squeezing her breasts as she arches into you.
Bringing one of your hands up further, you wrap the other around her waist and hold her tightly against you. Your fingers wrap gently around her neck, but not applying any pressure yet.
Natasha moans, her pupils blown as you disconnect your lips from hers. She’s panting, her lips glistening and cheeks flushed. Her hips are moving slightly, and you smirk.
“Color?”
“Green, please,” she gasps out. Dark green eyes close briefly, as if savoring the weight of your palm against her throat.
You squeeze your fingers shut, applying pressure against the sides of her neck. Natasha swallows, and you can feel her throat bob beneath your grip. You take care not to press against her windpipe, only squeezing the sides of her neck.
“Is this okay?” Your words are soft, your lips mere inches from hers. Natasha nods quickly, pressing herself further against your grip as she chases your lips with her own. You allow it, swallowing her moans as her lips move desperately against hers.
Wrapping your hand fully around her throat, you apply more pressure. Natasha feels almost weightless, her head spinning and fuzzy as she feels her orgasm building. She can’t think, only focusing on how good she feels as you choke her while her hips move slightly against you.
“Please,” she whines, the desperate sound causing a groan to escape you.
“Please what, love?”
“Fuck, uh… please choke me harder. I want to cum… god I’m so close just please- anything please,” Natasha pleads, her words hurried and desperate.
You don’t respond, squeezing tighter as she gasps out the word green in response. Her hips are moving harshly against your stomach, grinding down onto your muscles in a frenzied manner. Smiling, you lean in, biting her neck softly and whispering, “Cum for me, Natasha.”
She cums, your hand wrapped around her throat as words of gratitude stream from her lips. Natasha’s hair falls over her shoulders as she looks down at you, your grip slowly releasing so as not to give her a headrush.
“Thank you, I-” she pauses, catching her breath. “I love trying new things with you.”
“I love them too, baby. Thank you for trusting me,” you say. Kissing her, you let her pour her thanks into the movements of her soft lips.
Smirking, you whisper against her lips, “Please let me know if you have any other fun things you want to try, I want you to share all your naughty little thoughts with me.”
Natasha blushes again, and you wrap her in a gentle hug.
You love it when she feels safe enough to try new things with you. You couldn't ask for a better girlfriend, and you can’t wait to experience new things with her.
Natasha Romanoff is your enemy, but that doesn’t mean that the two of you can’t have a little fun
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, strap on use (N receiving), thigh riding, oral (R receiving), Nat being needy af
Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist
“Romanoff,” you speak into the dark alley. You can’t see her, but you know she’s here. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
You see her shadow peak out from behind a dumpster and you have your answer. The hard way it is.
In a flash, you’re fighting Natasha and who has the upper hand keeps switching. The woman pins you down first, but you manage to slip out of her grasp. This time you push her into the wall, but she lands a blow to your ribs that makes you let go of her.
“Come on, Romanoff,” you groan, holding your side.
“Can’t take it?” She teases.
“This is nothing,” you reply.
“Then allow me to actually start trying.”
This banter is always something you look forward to. Natasha lunges at you again and she wraps her strong legs around you. You’re pinned to the ground.
Her legs straddle your waist as she hovers above you. She has your hands pinned above your head, her sturdy hand keeping them still. The only light in the alleyway is from the moon, but you can still see how beautiful she is.
“Where’s the lab?” Natasha asks you.
“I don’t know,” you say simply.
Natasha scoffs and uses her free hand to grip your face. It’s a little harsh, but she isn’t really hurting you.
“You’re his right hand. Tell me where the lab is, and I’ll spare you.”
“I think you’ll spare me anyways,” you say.
“Oh yeah? Why do you think that?”
She grins down at you. You both know the answer. Still, Natasha keeps a tight grip on you.
“For old times’ sake, how about we go back to my place?” You suggest. Natasha seems to mull it over. “Come on, sweetheart. We always have a good time.”
“Then you’ll give me what I need?” Natasha asks.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, Romanoff.”
She smirks and stands up, knowing she’s got the upper hand. Her hand reaches down to help you up and you rub your face.
“That was harsh,” you comment.
“You liked it,” Natasha says back.
The two of you walk in silence to your apartment. She follows you inside and kicks the door closed behind her.
She grabs you and kisses you hard like she always does. It’s like she’s hungry for you. You kiss her back and move the both of you towards your bedroom.
“Where is the lab?” Natasha asks, kissing your neck. She slips your shirt over your head between kisses.
“I don’t know,” you stick with the same response.
You push Natasha down onto the bed and she accepts the way you straddle her lap. Her tongue mingles with yours.
You take your chance to slip her shirt off. She has bruises against her ribs, and you frown.
“Don’t pity me,” Natasha says.
“I don’t,” you say.
You push her down to lie on the bed and you kiss around her bruises. She would never tell you, but it makes her feel loved when you do it. You slip your hand around her bra band and take it off of her.
Natasha’s nipples react to the cool air of the apartment and you’re quick to take one in your mouth. You lick and suck her as she moans in pleasure. After paying attention to both breasts, you move your hand down to her waistband and unbutton her pants.
“Does anyone else touch you like this, baby?” You ask her.
“No one,” Nat says. Her voice is breathy but deep at the same time.
You reach your hand into her pants and ghost your fingertips over her panties. You use your other hand to shimmy her pants off her legs, leaving her only in her panties.
“Already so fucking wet,” you comment. “Such a good girl.”
“Fuck,” Natasha mumbles. “Can you just do it already?”
At her lack of patience, you take your hand out of her pants and she practically whines. You climb off her and take your own pants off. She leans up on her elbows and watches as your pants hit the floor.
You aren’t wearing any underwear. Only a strap is left on you and Natasha’s eyes widen at the sight. You take it in your hand and sit on the edge of the bed. She gets the message and gets off the bed. You kiss her before you push her down onto her knees between your legs.
“I know it makes you feel so good to suck me off, baby. Go ahead,” you tell her.
Natasha grips your thighs tightly, so as to remind you that you’re enemies, as she takes your strap into her mouth. She starts slowly, barely moving her mouth. It makes you feel so good to see her like this. Nat picks up her pace.
“Keep going,” you encourage her. “Just like that.”
You move your hips to meet her mouth and Nat makes the most beautiful noises.
“You’re so good for me, Natasha. Tell me what you want, baby.”
Natasha releases your strap from throat, and she looks up at you.
“I want to ride your strap,” she says. “And I want you to tell me where the lab is.”
You pull her up off her knees and back onto the bed. You lean your back against the headboard and Natasha settles herself over your lap.
You brush the strap over her folds, and she grumbles.
“I’m ready. I can take it,” she says.
“You need to learn a thing or two about patience,” you tell her.
You slip the strap into her and she takes a second to adjust. You kiss her and play with her breasts again. Natasha starts to move against you, the strap moves in and out of her. She’s so wet and the strap is still covered from where she sucked it.
“You’re so pretty riding my strap, sweetheart,” you tell her. Your hands find her butt and help her pick up her pace.
Natasha’s movements become erratic, and you know she’s close. You kiss her lips again.
“Come for me, Natasha. Come for me and I’ll tell you anything,” you say.
“Fuck,” she mumbles as she comes hard, covering your strap with her cum.
She slips off your strap and lays on the bed next to you. You turn to look at her and she smiles at you just briefly before she puts her guard back up.
“Where is the lab?” She asks.
“I already sent you the coordinates.”
Natasha leans off the bed to grab her phone out of her pants. She did in fact have a text from you from before you even got back to the apartment.
“Thank you,” Natasha says. She kisses you and you feel yourself still unsatisfied. Natasha knows this. “Do you want to come?” She asks you, knowing the answer.
“I did risk a lot helping you here,” you say.
“You did.”
Nat works quickly to take the strap off your hips, and she buries her face between your legs again. This time she licks through your folds and sucks your clit. It doesn’t take much from how wet it made you to get Nat off and how beautiful she looks here.
“Fuck, I’m going to come Natasha,” you moan out.
“Do it for me,” Natasha instructs.
She cleans you up promptly and moves back up the bed to kiss you.
“You know if you switched sides we could do this a lot more,” Natasha says between kisses.
“Where’s the fun in that?” You ask her.
She grinds against your thigh as she kisses you. You let her keep going until she’s desperate to come again.
“Why don’t you switch sides, baby? You know it’s fun over here. I’ll make you mine all the time and let you ride me whenever you want. Doesn’t that sound nice, pretty girl?”
“Fuck,” she mumbles. The talk is turning her on further and she can’t stop herself from coming again. She breathes heavily against you and you rub her back.
“I can’t switch sides,” you tell her.
“I know. I can’t either,” she says.
You both get washed up and dressed before Natasha stands at the door ready to go.
“Until next time, y/n,” Natasha says. She kisses your cheek lightly.
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Warnings: top!reader, bottom!Natasha, angry/make-up sex, Strap-on (r giving), oral (r giving), drinking, guns, and arguing (don't worry Alana is not affected I made it so she's away during the conflict.)
A/N: Hey sorry it took so long for this to be put out I just wasn't in the mood to write whenever I had time. Unless there are requests put in this is the end of the Flat series. I hope y'all like it I know part 2 was kinda dry but I needed it to get from part 1 to here without any big plot holes (hopefully no big plot holes at least). But I hope you like it. Also not proof read because who has the time.
Masterlist
Part 1 Part 2 Side part
Your week taking Alana to school had gone without a hitch. You were twice as careful to not be late and y'all had fun over the week. She went to her dad's on Friday to go on a week-long vacation with him.
It's now Sunday, you and Natasha are going on a date to a nice restaurant that you happen to own but she doesn't know that. You both decided to dress up for the fun of it.
The date is at 7 and it's currently 4 and you're panicking but luckily Wanda has come over to help you. "You're taking her to a restaurant you own. Damn, that's cheap." She says to you and you roll your eyes before looking at her. "Oh shut up, she chose it I just got lucky. Plus at least I know I like the food."
"Well, what are you going to wear? You only have a little under 3 hours you know." She tells you and you whip your head towards her and start pacing "I don't even know. What if I wear something and she thinks it's absolutely atrocious." You say starting to get even more worried.
In the midst of your panic, you didn't notice Wanda getting up until she places her hands on both of your shoulders. "Y/N it's fine I will help you. What color is she wearing, do you know?" You nod your head before telling her. "Red," Wanda smirks at you and turns to start fishing through your closet.
She emerges with a black button-up with red on the inside, black pants, and dress shoes. "She will definitely like this one. Why haven't you worn this before?" She asks you. "Uh, I didn't know I owned that." You say genuinely clueless to how that got into your closet.
"Well besides that start putting it on." She says walking over to where you keep your accessories and jewelry. You got dressed and as you were putting your shoes on she came over with a silver chain and a few rings. You put them on and stand up.
"Okay, so you're dressed. What about that rat's nest head of hair you've got going on?" She says with a raised eyebrow pointing at your head. "What do you mean rats nest I don't even have any knots. You're just a hater." You say going to get your product.
You spray your head (I have hair milk but you can pretend to apply whatever you like) and move your hair around to your liking before turning back to Wanda. "So?" You ask. "Good but let me see." She says pushing your hair around a little bit. "Okay better." She says and you turn back to look into the mirror. "It looks the same." "Yeah but better because I touched it." She says and you roll your eyes.
You spray yourself with cologne and head out the door leaving Wanda in your house to leave when she pleases. You decide to drive your dodge charger today because why not. On your way to Natashas, you don't forget to grab flowers obviously.
You pull up and walk up to Natasha's door. You feel nervous even though you've been on multiple dates before and you literally stayed at her house for a week. She just has that effect. You raise your hand to knock on the door and it swings open.
Natasha is wearing black heels and a red dress that stops just above her knees and also has a low neckline. You seem to be appreciated that low neckline for a little too long because Natasha reaches her hand out under your chin to lift your head up. You see her smirking and muster out a quiet "Hi baby."
You stand there for another few seconds before pulling yourself together. You stand up straighter and extend your arm to hand her the flowers. She takes them before turning around and walking inside with you close behind her. "You have to stop bringing me flowers I have too many." She says as she puts them into a vase that already has some.
"What do you want me to buy you instead then?" You ask her as she rounds the kitchen island towards you and wraps her arms around your neck. "Mmmm, I don't know you don't have to buy me anything you already refuse to let me pay when we go out." You place your hands on her waist pulling her even closer to you.
"Yeah but I like buying you things." You say trying to put on a pout even though yours will never be as good as hers. She brings one of her hands to the side of your face pulling you down towards her lips before just barely touching them together. Right, when you start to close the gap she pulls away and pats your chest. "Let's go we can't miss our reservation."
She turns towards the door grabbing her jacket on the way out and you jog a little to catch up with her. Once you do you grab her hand leading her towards your car. Once you get there you open her door as per usual. "Always such a gentleman." She says and you smile looking away to hide the redness creeping up your face.
You get in the car with Natasha control the music and start driving. You get to your restaurant and walk-in holding Natasha's hand. The second the hostess sees you she waves you over and takes yall to a private room.
After she leaves Natasha looks at you "You didn't have to get a private room you spend too much money on me." Before you can respond the waiter comes in "Oh hey Ms. Y/L/N what can I get you." Natasha looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Vodka and juice." You say "I'll have an orange crush." Natasha says sending him a smile.
"Oh yeah, I actually needed to ask you about some time off." He says and your breath catches. Before you could pass as being a regular but now there really is no other explanation than you being the boss. "When and why?" You say as calmly as you can muster. "August 10th through the 18th for a family vacation." He says noticing he shouldn't have brought this up now. "If you can find someone to cover you then yes." You say and He smiles before walking away.
You all of a sudden feel Natasha kick you in the leg. "Why didn't you tell me you owned a restaurant? More importantly, the one we're eating at." She says glaring at you. "Uh, I don't know I didn't think it was very interesting." You say not meeting her eyes. She can tell that's not all but she doesn't push it for now.
You both order and receive your meals. You both talk the whole time about random subjects laughing. "So when are we going back to my house?" She asks you running her foot up your leg. "Whenever you want." You say with a smirk.
Just as you're about to stand up Bucky comes busting in the door. "They're here." He says before looking over to give Natasha a small wave. You throw your head back groaning "You're fucking joking." You say reaching for Natasha's hand. "Who's here?" She says scrunching her eyebrows, placing her hand in yours.
"Some.. unpleasant business associates." You tell her. You help her put her jacket on before grabbing her waist and giving her a quick kiss. "Can I have Bucky take you home and I'll meet you there after I'm done with this?" You ask her. She looks a little upset but nods. "Take her through the back. You don't let them see her." You tell Bucky sternly. "I know I know." He says throwing his hands up before grabbing Natasha's.
You end up having to fight Zemo and his crew along with some help from your men. The few left of them by the end started to run and you busted out the door after them. The only problem though was one of them waited for you to do that and shot you in the side near your hip.
Bucky came out after hearing the shot and saw you bleeding. He shot the guy running away before coming to your side. "Damn that looks like it hurts." He says with a smile. You give him a sarcastic smile before hitting him upside the head "Yeah you think." You say before starting to walk to your car.
You couldn't decide whether to go to your house or Natashas. You tried to tend to the wounds in your car. You try to stop the bleeding from your side and clean up some cuts on your face but you couldn't really tell if you did a sufficient job. Once you pull up to Natashas and hobble up to the door you find it unlocked. Your stomach is in your throat hoping she left it unlocked for you and it's not unlocked for other reasons.
When you walk in she's standing there glaring at you and you feel even more scared than before. "Hi, baby." You say trying to smile at her and make your hand on your hip look as natural as possible. "Don't 'baby' me what was that." She asks you stepping closer and you look at the ground. "Oh, it's fine just some people I don't get along with no big deal." Natasha doesn't respond so you look up at her. The second she sees the cuts on your face she walks all the way to you gently cradling it.
"What happened to your face? Come." She says grabbing your hand that was on your side. "You should see the other guy." You say. She leads you to the bathroom connected to her bedroom and makes you sit on the toilet. Sitting though doesn't seem to agree with your bullet wound and you try not to groan too loud at the pain.
Natasha grabs her first aid kit out from under her sink and that's when she notices the blood all over her hand. She holds her hand up putting the other on her hip "Where did this come from?" She asks and you stand up holding your breath to try and ease the pain. You walk up to her putting one of your hands on her face. "I'm fine baby really I can take care of this myself." You try to tell her. "Yeah no I'm not good with that now where did it come from?" She says again pushing you back towards the toilet.
You don't sit down and instead pull your shirt up to show her the wound. "YOU WERE TRYING TO HIDE A BULLET WOUND FROM ME?!" She yells at you. "It's just a flesh wound I'm fine." You say reaching for the first aid kit. "It's literally going through you. Turn." She says and you turn as told. "Lucky you, there's an exit hole. Now sit." She demands you.
"Aren't I usually the one telling you what you do after dates?" You say reaching for her waist and pulling her towards you. "Shut up." Is all she says before she looks away trying to hide her cheeks flushing. You reach up and bring her face down to yours. You softly kiss her rubbing her cheek with your thumb.
"Stop it I have to clean you up before you get an infection." She says trying to be as serious as possible. She starts softly cleaning and bandaging the wounds on your face. You stare at her the whole time thinking about how beautiful she looks when she concentrates. "Take a picture it'll last longer." She says trying to hide a smile."
Once she finishes your face she gets on her knees between your legs. Now you really can't stop staring and thinking about what's in your pants and how much you want to use it right about now. She unbuttons your shirt so she can get a better look. You bend down to try and kiss her but she pushes you away by your shoulder. "I'm still mad at you." She tells you with a hardened stare.
"I'm sorry I don't know what else you want me to say." You tell her reaching out to cup her cheek. "Nothing right now. Once I finish this you're going to bed." She tells you. "What why can't we deal with it right now?" You ask her. Instead of responding she starts putting a few stitches in the entry wound.
"OW. YOU COULDN'T HAVE WARNED ME?!" You exclaim gritting your teeth. She doesn't respond just pushing you so she can do the back. Once she's done she stands to start cleaning up and you come behind her wrapping your arms around her waist and placing your chin on her shoulder.
She straightens up crossing her arms and glaring at you through the mirror. "I'm sorry baby." You tell her softly. "Seems like that's the only thing you know how to say right now." She says before continuing to clean. "I don't know what else you want me to say. Tell me I'll say whatever you want."
When she's done picking up she turns to you and jabs her finger into your chest. "Why don't you 'say' how some 'unpleasant associates' showing up turns into you getting shot. Why don't you 'say' what you really do for work. Like really I have no idea what you do and we've been going out for months." She exclaims pushing you out of the way with her finger so she can leave the room.
"My job doesn't really have a title I just do what I do." You say and she turns to you throwing her hands in the air. "THEN WHAT DO YOU DO?" She says taking her dress off and you have to remind yourself now is not the time. "I have people that work for me and I own a lot of the city in some way. But sometimes people want some of my power in some way or some of my properties. People sometimes steal from me and I just deal with that. It's fine." You say and she turns to you in disbelief "You're a FUCKING CRIME BOSS?" She yells at you.
"Well, I wouldn't say that."
"THEN WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?"
"Well uh, maybe an entrepreneur."
"YOU KNEW HOW DANGEROUS YOUR JOB WAS AND YOU STILL CAME AROUND ME AND MY DAUGHTER?" She says walking till she's right in your face.
"Woah that's too far. You know I would never do anything that could put you or Allana in harm's way." You say starting to get angry that she would ever accuse you of such a thing.
"DO I KNOW THAT, BECAUSE I'M STARTING TO FEEL LIKE I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING?" She says and you try to reach out for her but she pulls away hurting you more than you'd like to admit.
"First off you need to stop yelling. Second of course I would never put you in danger." You tell her to try and keep cool. "I WILL STOP YELLING WHEN YOU STOP LYING." She says walking past you, shoulder checking you in the process. "Natasha I never lied to you." You tell her following her into the bathroom.
She doesn't respond and instead starts brushing her teeth. You throw your hands in the air shaking your head and decide to get ready for bed. You take your clothes off until you're left in your boxers. You walk back to the bathroom to find her putting her toothbrush away so you start brushing your teeth.
You come out of the bathroom and she's standing there waiting for you. "You didn't lie but you left things out on purpose and that's just as bad." She says with her arms crossed. You walk until you're a foot apart and try to reach out for her but she pulls away again. "I'm sorry, I am it didn't even cross my mind at first, and then once it did I wanted to establish us a little more before I told you."
She turns around and starts to walk out of the bedroom. "Natasha." That is all you say before you start to follow after her. "Natasha, can you stop and just talk to me please." She stops dead in her tracks and turns to you with tears streaming down her face looking even angrier than before. "Can you just get out of my house please?"
You suddenly feel the full weight of the argument including the lump forming in your throat. A small "What?" Is all you can muster. She sternly says "Get out." Starting to push you towards the door. "Natasha please."
"Get out, get out, get out."
"Natasha."
"Get out, get out."
She just keeps saying it sobbing and the closer you get to the door the harder it is to keep the tears in. Once you're probably 10 feet from the door the tears come. She pauses for a second at the sight of your tears. You have a certain dad vibe that makes it extra sad to see you cry and she has to resist the urge to pull you towards her and rub your back.
You realize she probably won't change her mind about you leaving and if you stay you probably won't get much done considering all of the emotions. You drop your head and start walking to your car. Natasha watches you partially hoping you turn back around.
A few days pass and you haven't heard anything from Natasha but you also haven't contacted her. You have however picked up your phone around 100 times typing up messages you contemplate sending. You've obviously been in a slump barely keeping yourself alive without the help of Bucky. You're sitting there still sulking to yourself when your phone goes off. You grab it and your heart stops when you read who it's from. Natasha. "Come over at 6."
You immediately shoot up from your desk rushing to your house. You dress in a simple black short-sleeved shirt with black cargo pants that have a chain on the side. You stop to grab her a teddy bear on the way there not knowing what to get besides flowers.
When you arrive you knock softly on the door, the door opens and your head is hung low scared to face her. When she doesn't speak you look up "Hi baby." You say and she doesn't say anything turning around and walking away but leaving the door open.
"Uh, I got you this." You say walking up to her when she stops. You use the moment to take in her appearance. She's wearing your sweatshirt and some lounge shorts that you can barely tell are there. She reaches out and takes it looking at it instead of you. She wraps her arms around it and steps forwards pushing herself into you for you to hold her. "Why did you come?" She asks you catching you off guard. "Because you asked me to." You tell her confused and she's silent before pulling back to look at you.
"Why didn't you text me?" She asks you. "I didn't know if you'd want to hear from me." You tell her softly and she looks down, eyes brimming with tears. "You should've texted me anyways." She tells you furrowing her eyebrows and trying to keep the tears in. "I'm sorry baby." Is all you can think to say. "I know who you are. Fully." She says backing up.
"Baby." "No, why didn't you tell me. The true reason." She asks you. You hang your head low because you know the answer and you know she knows. "I've done things okay, and I do things but I'm not a bad person." You try to explain "I didn't ask for excuses about why I asked why." She says jabbing your chest with her finger. "Because I hurt people." You say still not looking at her. "Do you even care about me and my daughter or were you going to kill us too if I broke up with you."
"What, Natasha no I would never hurt either of you." You try to plead meeting her eyes and reaching out for her, grabbing her hand. "Well, how do I know that since I apparently know nothing about you." "Baby you have to believe me-" "No I don't because I don't trust you anymore. I don't know why I did I know better than that" She says pushing her finger into your chest harder. "I wanted to tell you I swear I was just scared, and those people are all criminals who have done far worse than me."
"The bottom line is you're violent. You've brought your violence and the people associated with it into my home, around my daughter." She says looking into your eyes like she wants you to drop dead, tears starting to stream down her face. "But that doesn't matter to you does it because you don't care." "No, baby-"
"WHY DO YOU STICK AROUND IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME." "Natasha what I-." "AM I JUST TOO GOOD OF A HOOKUP TO PASS ON?" "Natasha" "IS THAT WHAT I AM TO YOU?" "NATASHA" At that she bursts into harder tears and throws herself into you.
You immediately wrap your arms around her holding her tight. "I just wanted you to care about me." That is all she says before pulling away and you don't know what to do. "Natasha I do care about you." "Really it doesn't seem like it." That is all she says still walking away.
"Yeah, I do I don't understand how that's so hard to grasp."
"Maybe because you've been indirectly lying to me about being a murderer for months and that's not really what people that care do."
"I did that because I was scared of losing you and I'm not just some serial killer it comes with the job," You say sternly.
"What about my daughter?"
"What?"
"WHAT ABOUT MY DAUGHTER? YOU JUST PUT HER IN HARMS WAY. YOU KNOW I'M A MOM RIGHT. YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THIS AFFECTS HER TOO. IF YOU CARED ABOUT HER OR ME YOU WOULD'VE AT LEAST TOLD ME FOR HER."
"I DO CARE. OF COURSE, I CARE I LOVE HER, I LOVE YOU. IF I WAS AN ACTUAL DANGER I WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN INVOLVED WITH YOU BUT IT'S NOT I HAVE IT UNDER CONTROL."
Natasha just stands in front of you before rushing at you and pulling you into a searing kiss. You wrap your arms as tightly around her as you can. She starts to untuck your shirt from your pants but you quickly grab her wrists "Natasha I don't know you're really upset right now." She brings her hands to your face holding your face just over hers. "Do you want me?" She asks her eyes boring into yours. "Natasha." You say trying to hold your resolve. "Do you." She says not breaking eye contact. You nod and whisper "Always."
She moves to leave open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. She gets your shirt untucked and touches your stomach with her cold hand making the muscles beneath it twitch. Noticing you're still holding back she grips your jaw pulling you to face her. "Fuck me. Now." She demands you and you can't help crashing your lips against hers.
You quickly wrap your hands under her thighs and lift her not patient enough to wait for her to jump. Your tongues fight for dominance with you coming out on top. You walk to her bedroom pushing her against the door. She drags her nails through your hair and down your neck.
You wrap your hand around her throat pushing her harder against the door. She lets out a moan followed by a whine trying to push her head forwards to continue kissing you. You move to her neck to leave open-mouth kisses along with it. "Mark me." She says making you falter. She takes the opportunity to grab you by the jaw and pulls you to look into your eyes. "And fuck me like you mean it while you're at it." She says rolling her hips and your self-control is completely broken.
You move quickly and start leaving dark marks along her throat, chest, and shoulders. She rolls her hips against you when she feels your piece. She starts grinding down hard searching for the friction she desires. You pull away from the door and start walking towards the bed.
You throw her down on the bed before you crawl up to her and place one of your knees between her legs pushing it into her core. She lets out a moan quickly starting to grind down. The second your head is level with hers she grabs your head to pull you back down into a heated kiss. Despite being caught in the moment you still know in the back of your mind that Natasha has every right to hate you and to tell you to get out right now so you decide teasing her isn't worth it.
You move to start kissing her neck again but after the first kiss, she's already impatient. "Y/N." "Yes, baby?" you ask snaking your hands up the inside of her sweatshirt as she squirmed trying to get away from your cold hands. "Please." She begs and you waste no time getting to work.
Later in the night you Natasha has fallen asleep but you can't seem to follow. You were deflecting earlier you really did put them into harms way and you can't stop from hating yourself for it. You can't decide if you could ever truly keep them safe from who you are. The monster you are.
You decide it's best for them to be kept as far away from the danger as possible. As far away from you as possible.
You quietly gather your things before writing Natasha a note and placing it on the nightstand. You lean down to give Natasha a kiss for the last time and kiss her on the forehead.
"I'm sorry." Is all you whisper before turning to walk out the door.
[Pairing: Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader ] (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)
->Villain!Reader
AN: I am nothing, if not a whore for Nat. That is all. Thank you.
Summary: She had to get the information out of you. The only question is, what is she willing to do to achieve that goal?
Warnings: 18+, Smut, porn with no plot, strap on, restraints (e.g ropes), sex in exchange for information, daddy kink (let me know if I need to add more)
You had known the Avengers were growing desperate.
"Fuck! She won't tell us anything!"
But you really hadn't expected them to cave in this fast.
"Let me speak with her, Steve."
It must've been your lucky day.
"Only if you let me come with you."
"No, it would be better if it was just me and her. Clear out and let me do my work."
Yeah, it was definitely your lucky day.
"Just don't jump her bone this time, Romanoff."
You tried your best to school your features away from the smirk that threatened the corners of your lips.
"Hello, Agent." You purred as your favorite Avenger opened the door to the interrogation room.
Natasha didn't answer, only glowering over at you in silence.
"It's been a while since we last talked, hasn't it?" You continued anyways, already well acquainted with the Russian's silent treatment by now, "Though, I suppose talk wouldn't be the right word for what we did." You could almost feel the phantom sting of biting nails along your back again, and you let your gaze trailed blatantly down the redhead's form, "Finally came back for more?"
Natasha's eyes burned into you with dark intensity that threatened you with a slow death.
"Fuck off with the games, (Y/N)," She snapped, sharp and abrupt, clear in her impatience, "You're going to start talking, now."
You knew exactly what she wanted, of course: information. Some idiot had planted bombs around New York City and SHIELD needed intel on where they were.
Furrowing your brows, however, you only stared back in mock confusion, "Sorry, but isn't that what we're doing right now? Talking?"
Natasha's arms crossed into a mix of mild annoyance and stern determination as she approached towards you.
Stopping at the table in front, she planted two hands onto the surface, leaning across to glare down at you, "Stop playing dumb. The bombs. Start talking now." She reiterated. There was a silent warning in her tone that challenged you to defy her, and though you could tell she had no weapon on her immediate personnel, you also knew she, herself, was the deadliest weapon in her own right.
Yet, you couldn't help yourself, "And what if I don't?" You baited, sending her a look of indifference that you knew would annoy her.
She was fast.
One second she was a table and then some away from you, the next she was right next to you, fisting a ball of the front of your shirt and pulling you threatingly towards her. The rope binding you to the chair you sat in bit into your skin as your arms lifted against them, "Don't test me, (L/N)." Her face was close, and because of the position she had over you, you were forced to crane your neck up from your restraints to meet her gaze, "I can and I will make you talk."
Her hair shadowed much of her features, hiding them, giving her green eyes an eerie glow that seemed to pierce right through you.
You swallowed hard, discreetly so that she wouldn't notice.
She did anyways.
Reluctantly breaking her gaze, you pulled back from the redhead as best you could, her hold on you iron tight and unrelenting, "You know, I've never been one to enjoy being constrained..." You complained, jostling your restraints lightly to emphasize your point. You ignored the scorching red burns that had already begun to form around your wrists from the rough threads of the rope, "And I don't particularly like being the one in the disadvantage either..." Natasha listened without so much as a flicker of emotion, just a silent demand for you to get to the point.
Glancing down at the ropes currently tying you, you eyed the knots for a breath. Then, moving your gaze back up, you leaned back towards Natasha, getting up into her space like she had done to you just moments before, "But I must say, Tasha," The utterance of such affectionate name elicited just the tinniest peek of surprise from the redhead, "Things are just different with you." Faint confusion flickered behind steely green eyes, "And I would be lying right now if I were to say that I don't find this whole bad cop thing you're doing extremely hot."
The immediate tightening of Natasha's jaw and the utter disbelief that overtook her face had you biting back another smirk, "Tell me what you know." She ordered again, barely containing her frustration now.
Scrunching your nose in distaste, you simply shook your head, "Mmmm, no thanks."
The redhead scoffed and you watched as she let her ill-fated attempt at intimidation slip away to anger, "You're utterly ridiculous!" She dryly exclaimed, shaking her head, "There are bombs out there and you are too busy playing childish games!"
You shrugged without an ounce of care, "Well that's not really my problem though, now is it?" The withering glare the question earned you was threateningly ominous.
"New York City is your home."
Humming, you shrugged off her argument, "I can always find a new one. Crime is a mobile occupation."
The grip on your shirt tightened, "Not if I put you in jail first. Why won't you tell me what you know?!"
You couldn't help the laughs that escaped you, one at her suggestion that she could ever catch you, and another at her painfully stupid question, "Because that's not what I do! I'm one of the bad guys, if you don't remember, Tasha. When have I ever done something unincentivized? That's kind of the whole shtick."
Natasha's eyes flashed in pure frustration and you leaned back in anticipation at what was sure to be her impending explosion, deriving great pleasure in seeing the usually so well composed Black Widow worked up and angry, especially from your own doing. But then, an inexplicable calm took over.
Her jaw slowly loosened up and suddenly Natasha was leaning back from you.
"Okay, so what is it?"
The question was met with silence.
You quirked a brow up, not following.
Natasha searched your face and you returned the favor - two distrusting souls trying to read the other's intention, "What is it you want?" She clarified, pressing her lips into a thin line, "You said that you don't ever do anything unincentivized, so what I'm asking is what do you want for your intel." Slow understanding trickled in. You straightened your back in interest and the redhead noted the change, doubling down her efforts, "What is it you want, (L/N)? Money? Leniency? P-"
"You?"
Whatever Natasha had been planning to say next was lost in her shock, "What?"
You leaned forward as far as you could, closing the space she had placed between you, ignoring the ropes digging into your skin again, "I said, you." You didn't miss the way Natasha suddenly seemed uncertain and had to hide away the satisfaction of knowing that the power had shifted back to your court, "You asked me what I wanted, Tasha. What if I just want you?"
The question hung in the air.
You were kidding about your request - simply mocking the Russian for what she was suggesting: that you could be so easily swayed with empty promises and bribery.
You had expected her to say no.
But to your surprise, Natasha didn't. Instead, she suddenly moved closer, closer than even before.
Slotting a knee between your thighs, the redhead used the leverage of the chair to help her up until she was all but atop you. Her hands moved to cup your face and lift your gaze up, and you felt a shiver
run through at the sudden contact.
Soft red hair cascaded over leather cladded shoulders, strands falling past to tickle your cheeks as they swayed in the air. The sudden heat of Natasha body pressed against yours was a startle change to the otherwise cold room.
You swallowed hard at the unexpected action. This time for real. "What are you-"
"Then you can have me."
Her proclamation, spoken in a low, seductive voice, sent an inexplicable streak of arousal through you, right down to your core.
Without being able to stop it, your breath hitched in surprise.
"Huh?"
It was your turn to be shocked now, your single word answer more than evidence enough of how caught off guard you were.
Running a thumb across your bottom lip, Natasha's gently pressed the tip into your mouth, just enough so that she could lightly graze your teeth with her nail, "I said, then.you.can.have.me." She clicked in the same mocking tone you had used on her.
Narrowing your eyes, you stared up at her, a mix of surprise and suspicion interlacing in your gaze, "Are you teasing me right now, Romanoff?" You accused, unsure of how you wanted her to answer.
A small smirk played on the corners of invitingly red lips, "I'm quite serious with my offer, (L/N), if you're serious about yours."
The roaring in your ears overtook your senses, "Is that right?"
Dull, blunt nails dug into your skin in challenge, "Me in exchange for information on the bomb, do we have a deal?"
Meeting Natasha's gaze with lidded eyes, you allowed yourself just a second of ponderance - a flicker of hesitation to save some face and hide your eagerness - but even all of that was in vain, the answer to her question having already been long decided the second it was asked.
"We have a deal."
The moment your lips met Natasha's, all the thoughts in your head went blank.
Maneuvering her body, the redhead pressed into you, pushing the two of you both back - chair and all - away from the table. With the newfound space, she quickly moved to saddle your lap, grinding down hard into you.
And if there was any ounce of self respect you still had left - between the fiery attack of Natasha's lips and the slow rolling of her hips against you - it was gone the second she moaned into the kiss, having just discovered the strap you had been wearing.
Matching her movements, you pressed back into the Russian, making sure she could feel the entire length of the toy.
You felt her physically shiver in anticipation above you.
"Fuck."
Hearing the neediness in that singular word, you were suddenly reminded how restricted your movements still were.
"Natasha." You tried, attempting to draw the redhead's attention to your bounded state.
"Mmm?" She hummed, lost in her own bliss as she continued grinding down, searching for the friction she so needed.
You almost lost your own train of thought, mesmerized by the way she was moving. God, the things this woman does to you.
"Unbind me?" You were able to manage out, your desire to fuck the Russian your way overcoming the competing desire to just watch how desperate and needy she could get by herself.
Half lidded, green eyes met yours, and with just one glance you already knew what she was going to say.
"And why would I do that?"
Pulling away from you, a truly evil smirk spread itself across Natasha's face. And you silently wondered if this was revenge for the similar situation that had happened before.
Keeping unwavering eye contact with you, Natasha began to undress, every inch of exposed skin slowly revealing itself to you. All you could think about was how pretty they’d look if they were covered in your marks instead.
When all that was left was her bra and underwear, the redhead returned closer. Treading her fingers gently through your hair, she tugged harshly with a force that surprised you, the movement jerking and forcing your head up to meet her gaze above you.
"No, I think I like you better like this." She whispered, kissing you with a dominance worthy of her title. "All mine to use."
The presence of her other hand travelling down to the band of your pants suddenly became prominent. You stilled yourself as she got closer to your lower abdomen. Holding just a beat, she lingered, as if daring you to stop her, then without any more hesitation, her hand dipped into your pants and pulled out your strap.
You saw her silent shock at the size as she took it in.
"What's wrong, worried you can't take it?" You mocked, trying to regain control in the situation.
Challenged filled eyes snapped back up to yours, and you knew she was going to make you regret your words, "Watch me."
Her simple response had you barely holding back a groan.
Unable to touch her, you could only watch as the Russian positioned herself over you, shoving her underwear desperately to the side as she aligned herself to your strap.
As Natasha sank down, her moans filling the room at being stretched out, you couldn't do anything but watch with appreciation as each inch disappeared inside her. When she had finally taken it all in, her breathing was ragged and heavy.
"Shit," She cursed in pleasure, "That was a lot more than I had thought." Picking up her hips, she attempted to moved slowly, trying to adjust to the size.
Your eyes found itself entranced to the place where Natasha and you connected, each time the Russian sank down even more arousing than the last. As pleasure finally overcame pain, the speed at which the redhead moved increased until she was shamelessly riding you, each bounce hitting deeper and deeper inside her.
The vulgar sound of how wet she was could have made you cum just then.
Feeling generous, you matched her rhythm, helping her take each thrust better and relishing in the moans that rewarded your efforts. But as the redhead began to get more vocal in her neediness, turning closer to a desperate whine - you began to feel the resolve in you steadily break. The urge to just bend her over the table and take her how you wanted to, vibrating through you in discomfort.
The ropes fell away from your wrist.
"I need more.”
The words shocked you more than your now freed wrist, "What?"
Almost begging with just her eyes, Natasha trembled out a breath, "I need more." She shamelessly repeated.
The sight of the Avenger so willingly surrendering control to you was the only motivation you needed to oblige to her request.
Lifting her up, you pushed Natasha onto the table behind her. Responsively, the redhead wrapped her legs around you. The heat radiating from her skin was evident in every place your fingers touch.
With two hands, you gripped either side of her now bare waist, the leather suit she had been wearing pooling around you. The firm hold of her waist was all that you needed before you began pounding into her, setting a new unrelenting pace that made Natasha throw her head back in bliss.
With each thrust came the accompanying moans of approval from the redhead, the desperation in them growing by the second. Somehow, in the midst of all that was happening, the Russian's bra was unclipped and removed as well, thrown carelessly to the side. The view of watching her breasts bounce with each thrust only motivated you to go faster.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm going to cum." Natasha gasped out between moans, the words seeping with neediness, "Don't stop, please don't stop." She begged.
Stopping being the furthest thing from your mind, you only responded by catching her with a kiss. Even the hungry desire of your kiss, however, was not enough to muffle the desperate moans from Natasha as she neared her inevitable high.
"Look at you. No one else can fuck you like this, can they?" You mocked, moving a hand up from Natasha's waist to turn her face towards you.
Unable to respond verbally, the redhead shook her head vehemently.
"Say it." You pressed, unsatisfied with her response.
Confused green eyes, pupils blown wide with lust met yours.
"Say it." You urged again, drawing your movement to an agonizingly slow speed, "I want to hear it."
Natasha whimpered - something you didn't even know she was capable of, "Say what?"
Her nails dug into your shoulder, biting into the skin, "Say that no one else can fuck you like me. Say that you're mine." You demanded.
Maybe a Natasha in a different state would have objected to your claim. Maybe one whose mind wasn't so fuzzy and unclear.
But it wasn't a different Natasha that was wrapped around you right then. It wasn't a different Natasha that was shaking with desperation in front of you, grinding mindlessly against you in search of friction. It was this Natasha, and at that moment, all the Russian could focus on was how much she needed you to move again - to give her the final push towards her ecstasy.
And so she caved in, letting go of all inhibition and giving in to your request.
"I'm yours. Only yours, daddy."
You weren't entirely sure what part of her words got to you, but her words certainly did: a wave of satisfaction washing through you at once.
Picking up your movement again, you rewarded the redhead, returning back to the pace you knew she needed.
The sudden stimulation was too much, the previous absence of which heightening everything Natasha felt, and it wasn't long before the redhead was throwing her head back again in pleasure: this time with finality as her orgasm shuddered through her entire body.
Helping her, you pulled the Russian closer so that she would not fall in her bliss, feeling her chest heave against yours in an attempt to regain her breathing.
The only regret you had was that you could not stay longer to enjoy the moment; a distant and dull rumbling of the room suddenly becoming noticeable.
Picking up on it as well, Natasha slowly pulled back from you, silent confusion in her still unfocused eyes.
"You had wanted information on the bombs, right?" You asked, pulling away completely as you untangled yourself.
Distrust immediately snapped into the redhead's features, washing away all evidence of her previous state, "Yeah..."
Smiling innocently, you winked as you moved to fix your appearance, "Well, I wouldn't know too much about where the other bombs are," You admitted, your words causing Natasha to straighten up in sudden shock. You could feel your impending doom, "but I can tell you where a few of them are concentrated." You tried to offer.
Tossing her clothes up so that she could get decent, you glanced expectantly at the door behind Natasha.
She turned to follow your gaze.
"Just give me one...two..."
A large shockwave vibrated through the room. Shouting and yelling sounded through the door.
"Three..."
Realization appeared on Natasha's face, "You little shi-"
You didn't have to wait around to hear the rest of her sentence, the wall behind you suddenly crumbling away. Seeing your ride just a few stories below, you took your cue to leave.
"Come back here!" Natasha shouted, peering down as you free fell towards your escape.
You only waved back mockingly.
The last thing you saw was the shocked face of Natasha Romanoff as she undoubtably cursed you and the rest of your bloodline for eternity.
Summary: You’ve noticed that they turn into stumbling messes whenever you’re in the same room but have never approached the subject. That all changes when you hear your name being called during a night of passion between the two, and you decide that you’ve had enough.
WARNINGS: filthy smut with little plot, [strap-on use, hair pulling, overstimulation (wandanat receiving)], [degradation, spanking, bondage (nat receiving)], [praise kink, oral, vibrator use (wanda receiving)], slight belly bulge kink, Sir kink, slight dacryfilia, dirty talk, cursing
Word count: 7,200
A/N: Saying right now that this is masc!reader!! It can be any gender you want, but they are masc presenting! I got extremely carried away, might not be the greatest because I’m shit at proofreading. If anyone does want a part two that isn’t just pure filth then lmk because I already have a plan, I just need a reason to write it.
You’re not stupid. In fact, you like to consider yourself the opposite, and almost everyone on the team would agree. The self-proclaimed genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist would have no issue loudly voicing his objection to that claim, but you wouldn’t mind. It would be a losing battle to compete with Tony’s inflated ego.
Now, usually you would be flattered to know that not just one, but two stunningly beautiful women are interested in you. The issue lies in the fact that neither had the ability to hold even the slightest decent conversation when around you. You’ll enter a room and all of a sudden, laughter and easy chatting transforms into wide-eyed gaping and stuttering.
Yesterday, you decided that you’ve finally had enough of their gawking. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to flirt with enough confidence that an entire compound of emotionally-stunted people could feel it oozing out from you, but you were never the greatest at decisions. All it resulted in was two extremely flustered superheroes and some of the loudest, breathiest pronunciations of your name that you’ve ever heard coming from the room two doors over from yours. You honestly have no idea how two women as vocally submissive as them manages to top the other in the bedroom, but the images that unwillingly floated into your mind were enough to keep you awake late into the night.
Usually, you’re able to block your mind from Wanda with just the smallest amount of effort on your part. Today, you make no such attempt. The second Wanda enters the room with her assassin girlfriend, you strip all the natural barriers of your mind and think solely of the moans you heard loud and clear the previous night. It’s the most amusing sight you’ve ever seen in your life. You watch with great amusement as Wanda’s entire face turns a vibrant hue of scarlet red. You maintain eye contact with her even as she looks away and stumbles, but you guard any emotions from showing through your facial expression. It’s a perfectly constructed blank facade you spent years perfecting.
Wanda grabs onto Natasha’s arm and shakes it frantically. The older woman startles and almost drops the clipboard she was reading off of. You can tell a reprimand raises in her throat, but right as she opens her mouth, Wanda’s eyes glow red. The exchange lasts only a brief few seconds, then two pairs of eyes swivel towards yours and you switch your gaze between both.
You put the barrier in your mind back up, probably much to the relief of the witch. You decide to let them fumble for an explanation for just a little longer before interfering.
“I was hoping that at least one of you would’ve made the first move before I had to hear my name being called during sex,” you state truthfully. “You’ve been eye-fucking me for a decent amount of time now, and I gave the both of you plenty opportunities to do something.”
They nod as if they were children getting scolded for stealing a cookie, heads bowed and eyes lowered to the ground. Fucking hell, how do these two manage to get each other off? You’ve never understood the whole top versus bottom debacle, but if someone were to say that either one of these women was a top, you would scoff in their face. Maybe it will even be enough to make you laugh.
Regardless, they kept you awake for hours last night, and judging by their tousled hair and clothes, they went another round this morning. At the very least, there were breathy gasps and wandering hands. If they like to moan your name, you could at least give them a good reason to do so.
“How desperate are the two of you for me to touch you?” You ask, stalking towards them.
Wanda shifts awkwardly on her feet and fidgets with the bottom hem of her shirt. It’s an oversized, well-worn T-shirt of The Strokes that you picked up for her after a mission a couple years prior. You’ll never admit how much it affects you when she wears it, especially when it’s accompanied with only a short pair of pyjama bottoms.
Now standing less than a meter away from the slightly taller, but shyer woman, you lift her face up to meet yours by grasping her jaw with your fingers.
“I believe I asked you a question, love. I thought it was clear that I expected an answer,” you say, and perhaps it comes off a bit more demeaning than you meant.
“Yes! I dream about you touching me, I dream about you using your mouth on me and marking me like I’m yours.” She yelps, a plump bottom lip being drawn in between her teeth. You can’t resist moving your thumb to the bitten flesh, swiping the digit across in a smooth motion and watching as her jaw loosens under your touch.
“Good, and I’ll do exactly that if you continue to behave so nicely.”
It’s movement that you catch from your peripheral vision that makes you focus your attention on the redhead standing next to her girlfriend. You raise an eyebrow at her, communicating that Wanda’s not the only person you’re waiting on an answer for, and she briefly flushes under your gaze. Then you watch as she mentally triggers a switch to turn herself into the seductive but deadly ex-assassin you know she was raised to be. She glances at you from under hooded eyelids, and puts a swing into her hips as she steps closer to your body. You shoot her a disapproving glare and she falters, but doesn’t halt. You’ll have to change that.
“And what exactly are you trying to do right now, princess?” You ask the Russian and drop your hand from Wanda’s face who whimpers from the loss. “Shh, sweet girl, your girlfriend wants to be a brat. She’ll have to hear the pretty cries you make as I make you feel good over and over again. She’ll have to watch as you squirm and arch for me. I’ll use you so perfectly, baby, don’t worry.”
Wanda pushes into you, and you navigate her body so her chest presses against your front. You drop your head to place open-mouthed kisses against the pale flesh of her neck. The Sokovian’s head tilts to grant you more access and she jolts when you graze the fragile skin with your teeth. All the while, you maintain unwavering eye contact with the Russian. Your eyes dart down as she rubs her thighs together, causing you to pull away and tut with disappointment. You grab Wanda firmly by the back of her upper legs and hoist her up. She wraps her lower limbs around your hips without you even needing to tell her to do so, which is a pleasant surprise.
“Follow, Natalia,” it’s a demand that she obediently follows.
You walk back to your room, Wanda in your arms and Natasha right on your heels. You have direct reach to the witch’s neck, and you can’t resist the temptation to taste it with your lips once again. She squirms in your arms and her hips buck into you when you latch onto her neck with the intention of leaving a mark. Her breathy gasps make the oxygen stutter in your lungs.
Finally, you slam open the door to your room and give Natasha just enough time to step in before you throw it shut.
“Everything off except underwear, princess. Now go sit in that chair over there and look pretty,” you pull away from Wanda to direct the words towards the shorter woman.
“But-“ she starts before you interrupt.
“Quiet.”
Her mouth snaps shut and you shoot her a small smile of approval. She shyly returns a smaller grin and begins to strip. You set Wanda down on the side of your bed and let her watch as the Russian rids herself of her clothes. You part the witch’s thighs before she has the chance to rub them together for friction. You rub the fabric of her The Strokes T-shirt between your fingers as she was doing earlier. Then you grasp at the bottom and whisper for her to take it off. She does so without a millisecond of hesitation.
“Such an obedient girl,” you praise as you push the Sokovian down to lie on her back.
Auburn coloured tresses splay around her head as rays of sun emit around the burning star. You direct your hand south of her torso, tracing down the middle of her breasts. You splay your fingers out on her stomach and continue down the waistband of her pyjamas bottoms. Wanda wears a silky set of black panties underneath, her back arching and fists grasping at the sheets when you brush against a damp spot.
“Oh fuck… please! I need you to touch me,” the woman underneath you gasps. “Please…”
Your pupils dilate. Oh, how you love it when she begs for you. You rip the fabric of her sleep shorts and tear it off of her lithe body. You’ll buy her a new pair later. For now though…
A stifled moan comes from someone that’s not Wanda, and you swivel your head to meet Natasha’s lidded eyes. Laced, red underwear has been pushed aside by a pale, scarred hand that currently resides in between muscular thighs. Your gaze hardens and you retreat your hand from Wanda’s dripping center. The Sokovian glances up at you with frantic eyes.
“I’m sorry, love. You’re perfect but your girlfriend seems to think it’s okay to touch herself without permission,” you say against her lips.
Wanda’s signature head tilt she does when angry should be illegal. The glare that she sends towards Natasha makes you screw your eyes shut in order to control the sudden thrill that shoots down your stomach. You give Wanda a bruising kiss that leaves the half-naked woman panting for air on your bed. You strut towards the other redhead with a dangerous glint in your eyes.
“Natalia,” you find it fascinating how much power a name can hold because as soon as you utter it, she seems to realise how deep the hole she dug herself in truly is. “At what point did I say you could pleasure yourself?”
She stammers for a response. “I couldn’t help it! I just had to!”
You thread your fingers through her hair and gently scratch at her scalp. She glows from under the attention. The calm before the storm. Not even a second later you grasp the strands and pull. Natasha gasps. She practically jumps out of the seat with how fast she rises to her feet.
“Lie next to Wanda,” you hiss into her ear, then speak loud enough for the witch to hear your next sentence. “See how pretty she looks over there? Look at all those bruising marks on her neck from where I put my mouth. Wanda’s going to be fucked so good that she’ll forget who she is, and she’ll come to realise that there’s more pretty marks all between her thighs.”
Natasha whimpers when you let go of her hair, and you walk towards your closet hoping that the Russian will obey your directions when you return.
You only catch a few words as you retrieve some toys. “No, Natty! If you kiss me-” which is then cut off by “c’mon baby, they won’t know.” That sly spy. You shake your head fondly.
You make your way back, steps light and silent. Natasha straddles her girlfriend and leans down to kiss the Sokovian in a way far from innocent. You clear your throat right before their lips touch, and Natasha startles enough to jump off of Wanda and land in the middle of your bed.
They both fail to formulate an explanation, both faces flushing with pink.
“Aww, poor Natty,” you mock. “Too fucking needy to last a mere minute.”
You walk over, and Natasha sits up with her ass resting on her heels, hands trapped between her folded knees. She looks up at you with large doe eyes, the picture of innocence if it weren’t for the off the shoulder bra strap and damp patch between her legs.
“How do you feel about getting tied up, brat?” Despite the name, your eyes and tone are soft, the last thing you want is to make her uncomfortable.
Her thighs rub together and she nods shyly.
“I need you to use your words, baby,” you remind her as you push down on her chest to lie her flat on the mattress.
“Please tie me up, I want to try. I promise I’ll be good from now on,” her words are uncharacteristically shy and sincere. You don’t know if you could trust it.
You instruct Wanda to straddle Natasha as you go about tying the Russian up. The knots are far from being tight or complex, you and her both know she could pull out of them if she really wanted to. When you finish securing Natasha’s wrists above her head, you permit the witch and ex-assassin explore the other’s mouth. You quietly instruct the younger woman to grind on her girlfriend’s muscled stomach as you spread the Russian’s legs apart and tie them to the bedpost.
After completing your task, you lift Wanda off of Natasha by grabbing her chin and reward her with a fiery kiss. Pulling away and glancing down, you notice the shiny trail of slick on the bound girl’s abs. The sight makes you inhale sharply, and you’re overcome with the urge to taste it directly from the source. You push Wanda by the shoulders and she lands, wide-eyed, to the side of Natasha. You climb on top of the witch and pull your shirt off then begin to trail kisses down her sweaty abdomen. Occasionally, you’ll suck at the skin until it turns a reddish-purple or scrape your teeth against the flesh. You bite harder when you reach her inner thighs, reaching a hand up to rub circles on her covered clit.
Her muscles spasm, back arching, mouth opening to let out a pathetic whine. “Oh fuck,” Wanda gasps out. “It feels so good, please don’t stop, Sir! Fuck, please more!”
You truly didn’t mean to rip her pretty panties off, but your self control surpassed its limit. You’ve never been called a title in the bedroom before; you enjoy it a bit more than you thought you would’ve. The woman beneath you is soaked, and a gush of wetness spills out when you split her folds with your fingers. Leaning down, you lick a long stripe up her center and take her clit into your mouth. The taste makes your eyes roll into the back of your head as you groan in appreciation.
Wanda almost screams from the vibration, and her hips buck into your face when you slide two fingers in her sopping hole. She sees stars when you use your tongue to flick rapidly at the small bean, then loses all sense of self as you begin to thrust inside of her. The Sokovian’s inner walls clench around your fingers greedily, but you’re able to add another digit with minimal resistance. The noises she makes drive you insane from pleasure, and you detach your mouth from her clit after scraping your teeth against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You immediately launch up to lock her lips with yours and the pants she lets into your mouth make you reach down to fumble with the button on your trousers. Black painted nails latch onto your back and leave trails of burning fire as they scrape down.
You slip your fingers out of her but just as she’s about to complain, she gets filled up and deliciously stretched. Pinpricks of blood spill from your skin underneath her fingernails. Her back arches and her head digs into the pillow beneath her neck. Pale thighs snap against your waist and she lets out a sinful, pornographic moan. Her body stills, then her muscles seize, then she stills again. You plant messy kisses against her throat as Wanda shudders from aftershocks.
“Can you give me another one, pretty girl?” You ask against the sweaty skin of her neck. “I know you can, you did so good the first time. I just want to hear more of your pretty moans.”
You’ve already started to thrust your hips. Wanda whimpers from the sensitivity, but they soon turn into stuttering gasps and breathy swears. You fuck her harder, the bed rattling against the wall, but you aren’t satisfied yet. She whines and pleads when she’s suddenly empty, but you quiet her by flipping her onto her stomach.
“Hands and knees, baby,” you demand, brushing her auburn hair over one of her shoulders.
Wanda scrambles into position and sways her ass teasingly. You swat at it, hard enough that a red mark is left where your hand made contact. The Sokovian falls to her elbows, and your sharp eyes catch the drop of sticky liquid that falls from her center. The bedsheets shift, and your attention is drawn to Natasha, pulling desperately against her bonds and staring at you with blown pupils.
You maintain eye contact with the Russian as you reach to rub at Wanda’s swollen bud. You then thrust inside her, harsh and without warning. It makes the younger woman’s elbows fail, her face smashing into the pillow with a loud moan. It’s harder to find the woman’s g-spot without the flexibility of your fingers, but you have a basic idea of where hers is. You adjust the position of your hips each time until you hear a groan louder than the rest, and you continually aim for that spot of pleasure.
“You- Oh~!” the Sokovian cuts herself off when a particularly harsh shudder overcomes her frame, then whines. “You fuck me so good, Sir!”
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep, baby,” you tell her. It’s a strict rule that you’ve followed religiously since you were fourteen, only breaking it when on missions to trick a target.
Your palm becomes increasingly slicker as you move your digits in tightening circles on Wanda’s clit. Your wrist aches a bit, but it’s easy enough to ignore when the woman below you is so vocal in expressing her euphoria. Plus, you get an elevated amount of amusement by watching Natasha flail around with blown pupils next to you. Her thighs desperately attempt to create friction, but you were careful in making sure they wouldn’t be able to touch while tying her knots.
A highly pitched moan brings your attention back to the younger woman, her back muscles contracting in random, short bursts as her legs try to snap shut. Wanda squeals before her orgasm, and a gush of liquid spills onto your slowing hand. She twitches once, twice, then rolls onto her back with a blissed out expression on her face.
“Aw, good job, baby!” You praise, and Wanda’s lips twitch into a dopey smile. “I’m just going to clean you up real quick, then I could decide what to do with your bratty girlfriend.”
The witch jolts when your tongue swipes between her drenched folds, dainty hands pushing weakly against your head. You whisper reassuring words to her as you clean her inner thighs with your tongue. You lightly suck on her clit, and she whimpers from the overstimulation. It just takes a few more seconds spent alternating between flicking at the bud with your tongue to wrapping your mouth around it for the witch to come again with a whine.
Deciding that you likely exhausted Wanda enough for today, you sped to retrieve a warm, soaked cloth to wipe her down. The fabric brushing against her clit makes her shudder, so you distract her with a soft kiss, her taste still lingering on your tongue. The little whines she lets out into your mouth make you eager to play with Natasha, knowing with wavering certainty that Wanda was tired out for the night.
“It’s going to be Natty’s turn now, is that okay, love?” You didn’t ask as quietly as you would’ve liked. You intended the question to be for Wanda’s ears only, but you were out of breath from kissing her, and your volume control was temporarily flawed.
“Yes, Sir,” she responds breathily.
“You’re so well-behaved, darling,” you say appraisingly. “Your girlfriend should follow your example.”
Natasha scoffs. You turn to her with a sharp glare and an even sharper faux grin.
“Have something to say, princess?” You taunt. “I would think carefully before opening that mouth of yours. Your words determine whether or not you get laid tonight.”
Two pairs of eyes settle on you, one tinged with amusement and the other with annoyance. Despite the latter’s irritation, you can recognise the signs of underlying acceptance when you see them. Natasha could have broken out of her bonds a long time ago if she truly pleased, she just likes to be put in her place.
“Since you listened just now, I’ll let you choose,” you drawl, pecking the Russian’s lips quickly as a reward. “I could edge you over and over until you’re desperate enough to do anything if it means you could cum; or I could spank that pretty ass of yours until there’s not a millimetre left untouched by my hand.”
Natasha begins to say something, pauses, then appears deep in thought for several seconds before attempting to speak again. “The second one, Sir,” her voice uncharacteristically meek.
Your answering grin is sharp, and the glint in your eyes reminds her of when you first met. Back when you were famous for the extremely sadistic behaviour you displayed inside interrogation rooms. You had a hundred percent success record when it came to extracting information and escaping sticky situations. Natasha would rather die than admit it, but the nights she spent after even the briefest interactions with you were the nights when she would beg for Wanda to fuck her as hard as she could.
Of course, you already know this. Her emotions would be in a lustful frenzy underneath her marble facade by the end of every meeting the two of you had. Even if it was just catching her eye while the avengers attempted to recruit you time after time, you would sense her hormones spiking.
But now is no time to dwell on the past, you have a pretty girl tied up to your bedpost who you need to punish. You start by pulling the weak point of the knot holding her hands together, causing the whole thing to unravel instantaneously. Then you move to her ankles, untying them as well. Crawling up between her parted legs, you leave open mouthed kisses to her thighs until you reach those damned red panties. The material is thin enough for Natasha’s body to spasm as you place your mouth over the fabric and tease the area with your tongue. The lacy pattern scrapes at your tastebuds, and you can detect a hint of a salty, sticky liquid lingering underneath.
“Oh,” Natasha gasps. “Fuck!”
Wanda glances over to her girlfriend from the noise, then looks towards you. You lower your mental shield.
“Straddle her waist, baby,” you telepathically instruct, and the Sokovian scrambles to oblige. “Give her something to do with that mouth of hers.”
Their mouths slot together and for a second, you can’t look away. It’s messy, Wanda’s hips jerk and stutter on Natasha’s pelvis, and the latter’s hands fly to grip on the younger woman’s hips. Scarred legs begin to close, an action that is unacceptable.
You dig your fingers into the pale skin and roughly pull the muscled limbs apart. You use your knees to hold Natasha’s apart and you kneel forward to grab Wanda’s hair. She follows your hand surprisingly quick as you tug her towards you, considering she was busying her girlfriend’s mouth with her own.
“You can do whatever you want, love,” you coo into her ear. “But don’t muffle Natalia’s mouth; I want to hear all of her pretty noises as we make her feel good.”
Wanda smirks, half mischievous, the other half libidinous. She goes to work on marking Natasha’s neck with pretty, purple love bites. You reach down to rub at the damp pair of panties that you played with earlier. Natasha moans.
You’ve already ripped one pair of underwear today, and as much as you don’t regret it, you do feel slightly bad. Especially considering how excellent Wanda looked in them. Instead, you pull the set down gently and marvel at the slick that follows before breaking off in strands. Then you gently nudge at Wanda, who a tad begrudgingly, moves off of the Russian’s waist.
“Over my knee, princess,” you demand, shifting to sit at the edge of the mattress.
As Natasha follows your instructions, you reach to pull the sports bra off of her chest. The only time you’ve seen her wear clipped ones is on uncover missions, otherwise, she prefers to wear exercisable material. If you’re being honest, you have no complaints.
The redhead’s toned stomach weighs on your thighs and you trace the indent of her spine before settling on her ass.
“What number do you think you deserve, baby?” You ask, and Natasha whimpers then squirms. “Tell me the truth or you’ll get more, you hear?”
Natasha nods.
You force her chin up until she has to arch her back and look up at you through her eyelashes. “Use your fucking words, I thought I made that clear earlier.”
“Yes! Sorry, Sir!” Her breathless voice makes your knees go weak. “Twenty, Sir. Please.”
“That’s my good fucking girl.”
There’s two different pitches of whining from different locations. One from Wanda, the other from the woman over your knee.
“I’m going to start now,” you state. “And if I don’t hear you counting, we start over. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
You smile, she’s finally learning. Your hand strikes down. Firm. Unyielding. Natasha whines and jerks in place but counts.
“One, thank you, Sir.”
Wanda shifts next to you and you glance over.
“It’s okay, pretty girl,” you mutter reassuringly. “You can touch yourself while I’m busy with Natasha.”
Wanda beams with excitement and lowers herself onto the pillows, legs spread and nimble fingers reaching between them to rub frantically. Your palm cuts through the air again.
“Two,” a stuttering murmur of appreciation. “Fuck.”
Something drips onto your leg. Warm and sticky. You glance down.
“What a slut,” you chuckle. “Barely touched you and you’re already dripping for me. What a mess.”
Wanda gasps from behind you. You strike down again.
You move to the other side of her ass at count eleven. There’s not an inch left of pale skin that’s not a flushed shade of red by strike seventeen. The sheets behind you shift as you’re about to inflict number eighteen, but a warm presence against your neck makes you falter. You recover as quick as you can after the initial surprise, moving your non-dominant hand off of Natasha’s lower back and towards your shoulder. Tousled, slightly wavy, auburn hair tangles in between your fingers. A quick glance downward is all you need to deliver the last two strikes in rapid succession, creating a loud cry and another wave of liquid to gush onto your thigh. Then you crane your neck and meet Wanda’s lips in a fiery kiss.
“You behave like an angel-“ you breathe as you refill your lungs with air. “but, you’re a greedy little slut deep down. Just like Natalia here. Am I right?”
“Yes! But you fuck me so good, I can’t help it,” Wanda whines, pupils blown as if she’s high.
Natasha huffs, drawing your attention back to her. She’s muttering something that you can’t decipher, but you can make out the pout pulling on her pretty, plump lips.
“Speak up, baby,” you’re a bit concerned that you hit her too hard, or too many times despite there being no indication thus far.
“I said that she already got to cum three times! It’s my turn, I met you first!” She’s visibly frustrated and clearly aroused despite the tear-stains on her flushed cheeks. Lucky for you, you’ve always been able to read her even without feeling her emotions. There’s lingering insecurity, the unspoken question asking, ‘Do you still want me? Am I too difficult for you?’
Perhaps you really have gone soft, because you don’t waste another second in drawing out the inevitable. You lift the Russian off your legs and lay her on the bed, her naked back meeting the cooled cotton. You wish you could taste the sweat beading on her breasts with your lips, but you know she needs a different type of reassurance. A softer one. Your lips meet, there’s no teeth clashing or feverish motions, just the two of you kissing.
Despite the gentleness, you pull away breathlessly and full of even more emotion than before. You slide your hand down her chest, lightly playing with her breasts as you kiss her again. Her quiet moans of satisfaction and pleasure make the corner of your lips twitch upwards. Your hand trails down again, briefly feeling the muscles in her stomach spasm under your touch. You press your bare torso against her skin the moment your fingers reach her clit. Sliding the digits in between her folds leave your fingers and palm soaked, and you use the natural lubricant to slide two fingers in while rubbing at her clit with your thumb. Her ribs knock against yours as her spine arches towards the feeling.
“I’m going to stretch you out a bit before I fill up your sloppy pussy, okay princess?”
You get a gasp and a breathless “Yes, Sir.” as a response to your question.
“Wanda, baby,” you say. “Be a darling and grab me a new condom from my drawer.”
The auburn-haired beauty does so lazily, her slender fingers removing themselves from between her legs to pull open your nightstand and fish blindly for a rubber. Meanwhile, you latch your teeth onto Natasha’s neck as you maintain a steady rhythm of thrusting into her. Her head tilts to give you more access, as if you are a vampire and she is your meal.
“Sir,” she pants and trimmed nails indent crescents into your back. “More, please.”
You haven’t given her permission to touch you, much less mark you, but you figure that she’s been punished enough. Perhaps your mercy is also influenced by how mesmerising the woman looks underneath you, ribs expanding sporadically as you’re knuckles deep in her pussy.
Her inside walls flutter from the introduction of a third digit. Natasha’s moans increase in volume and her fingernails begin to break the skin of your back. Fuck, she feels good. Her wetness only continues to drip down onto your palm, which is surely coated in slick by now. You start to put more effort into finding her g-spot, and you can tell she nearly climaxes when you do.
And as much as you believe you tortured this poor woman enough, you have already been lenient with the ‘no touching’ rule and really can’t have her getting any more ideas. You pull your hand away from her as a result and meet her wide eyes with a glare.
“Look, princess,” you sigh with exasperation. “You’ve known me for years, you’ve heard all the people I’ve had over for the night. Have you heard their moans and screams of pleasure? Because if so, you should be aware that you can’t cum until I tell you to.”
Natasha whines as Wanda giggles.
“Natty and I hated listening to you touching people that weren’t us, but we would get so wet and sticky from it. And she would just beg me to fill her up,” Wanda chuckles, sliding up next to you and slipping one of her own fingers into her girlfriend. “She’s a huge fucking size queen.”
You tilt your head with a smirk on your face. You decide that you’ll punish Natasha for her disobedience another time, but Wanda is testing your patience and her luck as well.
“Little witch,” you murmur, Wanda’s ears strain to listen to your quiet instructions. “Do you want to face the consequences of not only speaking, but also touching without asking me?”
A strand of auburn hair falls into the Sokovian’s face from the frantic shake of her head. She whispers, “No, Sir.”
“That’s what I thought, love. So what you are going to do is walk to my closet, where you saw me going earlier, and open a little box on the left. Pick out a size that you think Natalia here will… enjoy.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, a feeling of relief replacing the prior worry.
“And Wanda, love,” you speak, and your tone must change because the Sokovian pauses to face you and bows her head until her chin touches her chest. “Do not snoop around, I know how curious you can be.”
And after nodding to signify her understanding, Wanda scurries off on wobbling legs.
You distract Natasha by abruptly slamming four fingers in her and her back arches with a loud moan.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck!” The redhead groans. “Deeper, please, Sir!”
You swallow her noises by placing your lips over hers and pumping into her as fast as you can while stimulating her clit. She tenses up right as Wanda re-enters the room holding one of your larger toys in her hand, and you snatch your hand away like lightening. Tears of frustration escape from the corners of the Russian’s eyes and trail down her cheeks. You shush her gently.
“It’s okay, I promise it will all be worth it,” you swear. “Good job, Wanda. Come here now, baby.”
The younger woman does as you say, settling near you on the edge of the mattress. She hands you the toy she selected and you grab a remote-controlled vibrator egg toy you selected from earlier. You push her to lie on the pillows and spread her legs. She’s already soaked from her earlier orgasms, so all you have to do is slip the toy in and press it against her g-spot. You whisper that she could touch herself as long as she behaves, and she kisses you in thanks. Then you press a button on a small, similar looking remote and Wanda squirms with a pleased whimper.
You attach the large phallus to a harness resting on your hips and twist to Natasha with a pleased grin. She can’t seem to pull her gaze away so you help her by grabbing her chin to adjust her stare. Her legs quiver and try to shut. You crawl up her body, biting at the inside of her thighs first to leave a few marks, then leaving just a couple on her breasts.
“Put your legs up around my waist, princess,” you say against her neck. “I want to fuck you nice and deep. When you go to sit down tomorrow, I want your cunt to throb so you will remember who it belongs to.”
Muscled legs littered in pale scars weakly wrap below your ribs and you enter Natasha’s sloppy hole slowly. Her head pushes into the pillow as she groans, and her nails dig into new areas of your back. You plan to give her several seconds to adjust, but her hips impatiently stutter towards you. Regardless, you push in slowly until you bottom out and begin slow thrusts. Your eyes get distracted by movements in her tummy, and realising that the bulge is caused by the movements of your hips makes you speed up. You place a hand on her stomach and grin as you feel yourself move inside of her.
“Look, princess,” you taunt, putting the slightest amount of pressure on her abdomen. “Look at how deep I am in your guts. Does it feel good getting all stretched out and filled like this?”
Natasha whines, transfixed by the sight of her tummy and her walls clench around you.
“I’m so close,” she breathes. “Please, I’m so close.”
You chuckle darkly and move a hand to grab her throat. “Go ahead, Natalia. Just know that I’m won’t be stopping any time soon.”
She nods dumbly, her brain not truly comprehending the seriousness of your words. But then you squeeze the sides of her throat just enough for her to feel light-headed, and her entire body jolts. Short fingernails draw pinpricks of blood from your back and pull downwards, leaving angry red stripes on your skin. Tears leak out from the corners of her eyes. Her thighs squeeze your waist as if they forgot there was a barrier keeping them apart, and her back muscles stiffen. She reaches her high with a glorious cry of your name, a sound that will be forever engraved in your memory.
You pull out of her until just the tip of the toy is holding open her hole, and you watch in amazement as a clear liquid spills out of her. You rub frantically at her clit, and although she jerks from the sensitivity, only more wetness gushes from her stretched hole. You didn’t know it was possible, but the sight is the goddamn cherry on top, and you grab at Natasha’s hips as an orgasm of your own hits. Your eyelids flutter as a grunt escapes your lips, and you temporarily loose control of your abilities, projecting your feeling of ecstasy towards the two women in the room. Wanda cries out, your lust adding onto her own and making her cum for the umpteenth time. Natasha can’t even make much of a noise, her breath simply hitches from experiencing another orgasm so soon after.
Once your body stops spasming from the pleasure, you resume your thrusting into the redhead below you as if nothing happened. However, the position is unsatisfactory to you, and you manhandle the woman onto her elbows and knees. You have enough common decency to make sure Natasha’s head lands on a pillow, and you press the off button to the vibrator buried in Wanda when you hear her whimpers sound on the edge of being pained. You provide no such mercy towards the Russian, pounding into her with animalistic impulses, gripping onto her hips hard enough to ensure dark bruises. The angle makes it easier for you to brush against the bump of nerves, her back arching towards the mattress and causing you to reach undiscovered places inside of her.
“I knew that you were a big fucking slut the moment I laid eyes on you,” you hiss, tangling red tresses in your fist and pulling toward you. “I heard all this talk about the big, bad Black Widow. Then I met you in person, and instead of some legendary super-spy, I meet a brat who practically begs me to fuck her every time I walk into the same room. How does it feel to finally be fucked like the whiny whore you are?”
Natasha trembles from your words, her cunt clenching tightly around you. “It’s so good, Sir!” she slurs, cheeks wet with tears and chin covered in her own drool.
You grunt. “I’m going to ruin this slutty hole for anyone else. You’re going to touch yourself at night and think about how good my dick fills you, how much you want me to paint your pretty walls white with my cum. Then I’ll stuff you so full and plug you up so everyone can see how your cute tummy bulges.”
“Fuck!” the Russian cries, and you have to extort a decent amount of force to move with how tight Natasha is around you. “I have to cum, please! Please, Sir!”
“Hold it, princess,” you demand and Natasha chokes out a strangled sob, pleading for you to grant her permission. You strike your palm down on her ass as a response. “You’ve been doing so good, Natalia. Don’t be a greedy whore and fuck it up now. You can cum when I do, is that clear?”
Readjusting her position on the bed, you flip her onto her back and yank her knees up to her shoulders. Her glistening cunt is swollen and pink, fluttering for a grasp around air. More tears fall down her flustered face from the abrupt emptiness, but you resume your pounding into her before she has a chance to cry out a complaint. Natasha writhes on the bed as she tries to suppress her orgasm, and fortunately for her, you shoot your load inside of her after just a few several thrusts. The thick ribbons inflate her toned stomach, and she quivers through the aftershocks. Your hips remain pressed tight to her pelvis until her shaking ceases, then you pull out slowly, watching with satisfied amazement as white drips out of her hole. You swipe your middle fingers through her slit and press the digits to Natasha’s lips. They open without hesitation, her salivating tongue wrapping around your fingers, cleaning them until no trace of your cum remains. You press a hard kiss against her mouth when she releases your digits with a loud pop!
“Did so well for me, baby,” you tell her while peppering pecks on her sweaty face. She tiredly smiles with a blissed glow surrounding her. You pull her closer to Wanda, and the two tangle their slick legs together. They kiss sweetly, then pull away to stare in the other’s lidded eyes. Suddenly, you feel like a trespasser interrupting a moment too intimate for anyone to see. You silently enter their shared bathroom, grabbing two washcloths and soaking them in warm water.
You don’t know if they realised your short absence, and you avoid their eyes when you walk back to the bed. Gently cleaning the inside of their thighs without a word, Natasha and Wanda exchange a glance that you can’t see. Both let out a quiet whimper as you wipe over their intimate areas, but smile as you kiss their hipbones in the form of an unnecessary apology. You press a water bottle to each of their lips for them to gulp down, stealing a peck afterwards. But then you’re pulling the bedsheets over their naked bodies and they naively think that you’ll crawl in with them. Instead you kiss their foreheads and whisper a farewell alongside a quiet thank you, and you’re gone. The women are too worn out to chase after you, and even though they desperately call your name, their throats are too sore with voices too strained for you to hear. They fall asleep with fresh tears-tracks, bodies pressed close together, and an absence that presses down on both their hearts.
