Nightlife
Pairing: Bodyguard G!P Natasha Romanoff x Popstar fem!reader
Word count: 10.6K
Warnings: (Lots of ) porn with plot, oral (both receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, daddy kink, praise kink, somewhat public sex, fingering, choking, degrading language, few lines of a breeding kink, little bit of aftercare
Summary: Y/N is a famous popstar with lots of stalking threats. Natasha is a top rated bodyguard, having spent a lot of her past as an assassin and spy. A late night out brings them closer than they ever expected to be.
A/N: Thought I'd try something completely new ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Another day, another group of screaming, adoring fans.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my fans. But I’ve been on tour for two years. I need a fucking break.
Tonight, I got it. After somehow sneaking out of my hotel room without alerting my bodyguard, Natasha, I’ve made it to a club in downtown Miami. The music is blaring, the lights are flashing, and it’s so late and everyone is so drunk that the only people who recognize me are the bartenders. And with the promise of a picture with all of them before I get too fucked up, as well as a very large tip in advance, they’re happy to keep my secret.
So I order a drink. Then another. And another. They keep filling my glass heavily with alcohol. I down a few more than I should before I take to the dancefloor, leaving my heels with the bartender so I don’t break my ankles. I let a guy grind on me, even though I’d never let him take me home, and make a few more guys excited by making out with a girl in the middle of the dance floor.
After a few hours of drinking and dancing, I back up a little too much and bump into someone.
“I’m sorry,” I laugh, turning around to dance with whoever I’ve bumped into. As I look into the face of the person I’ve unintentionally assaulted, I instantly sober up.
Natasha Romanoff, my very good, very expensive, bodyguard is standing there, arms crossed over her chest. I gulp, struggling to do so around the large lump in my throat.
Natasha only joined my team recently. After a run-in with an overly aggressive stalker, my team fired my last bodyguard and hired Natasha. I was instantly smitten. Not only do I find women of authority attractive, but Natasha is actually attractive. Not conventionally attractive, but, like, an actual smokeshow. She’s got long hair that was clearly dyed blonde at one point, but her red roots are growing out. Her dark green eyes stare into your soul as if she only needs to look for a few seconds to know everything she needs to about you. She walks with the confidence of a hundred men. Not to mention she could take down a hundred men by herself without breaking a sweat.
She’s the hottest woman I’ve ever known.
“N-Natasha,” I say, my nerves flushing the alcohol from my system. “H-How’d ya find me?”
“Your manager had a chip implanted in you. I only followed the information it gave me.” Natasha speaks with a straight face, making it hard to determine for anyone that hasn’t spent a good amount of time with her to tell that she’s being sarcastic. “I’m an assassin-turned-bodyguard. Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to find you?”
“I was actually hoping you’d just let me be for a few hours.” I admit.
“I did.” She tilts her head, as if I should’ve known that she’d been on me from the beginning. “I’ve been on you since you left the hotel. Now that you’ve had a few hours of fun, it’s time to get you back.”
“Awe, come on, Natasha,” I take her hands and try to pull her further onto the dance floor. She doesn’t budge. “If you’ve been watching me this whole time, it means you’ve been working. Why don’t you have a little bit of fun with me, huh?”
“I wasn’t working. And then you decided to ‘sneak out’, which put me back on the clock.”
“Then get off the clock and have a drink with me, Nat.” I put my palms together in front of me and mimic a praying stance. “Come on, please! Look, I’ll buy. Just one drink.” Natasha stares at me, and for the first time I feel like I can see what’s going on in her head. She’s thinking about whether or not to accept.
“Fine,” she says after a minute. “One drink. And then it’s time to get back.”
“Yes!” I pump my fist into the air and then grab her hand again. This time she lets me pull her to the bar. “Bartender! Another Vodka Red Bull for me, and a…” I look over at Natasha, trying to piece together what she might drink. “An Old Fashioned for my friend here.”
“Old Fashioned?” Natasha asks as the bartender walks away to grab out drinks. “What makes you think I’d like that?”
“You just seem like someone who appreciates a classy drink.” I shrug. “If you want, get something else when he comes back over. I won’t be offended.”
“No, no, an Old Fashioned is good.” Natasha shakes her head. “I’m just surprised, that's all.”
“Why?” I ask her. “You think I don’t care? That I’m too air headed to pay attention and be observant?” I look at Nat, waiting for an answer. She doesn’t give one verbally, but the look on her face says I’ve hit the nail straight on the head. I scoff and turn away from her. “Whatever. People like you always think that. It doesn’t matter.” Natasha doesn’t speak, but I can feel her gaze on me while I look down the bar for the bartender. He’s making Natasha’s drink, my Vodka Red Bull sitting next to him. I watch as he finishes the drink and brings them over.
“Thank you. Would you please bring me my bill and card, with these drinks added?” I ask him. He nods, and leaves to get what I asked. I twirl my drink in my hand, suddenly uninterested in drinking anymore. I watch Natasha out of the corner of my eye, drinking her Old Fashioned, her eyes set on me. The bartender brings back my card and receipt. I thank him, sign the receipt, place it behind the bar, and shove a couple hundred more dollars into the tip jar.
Natasha and I sit in an uncomfortable silence, a strange feat for such a loud club. Neither of us try to make conversation, and I tap my finger on the side of my glass to dispel some of the extra energy I’m feeling.
After about half an hour, I look over at Natasha to see her finishing her drink.
“You done?” I say, standing up. I take my shoes back from the bartender and turn away. “Let’s go.” I walk away from the bar, leaving an untouched Vodka Red Bull at my seat.
I step outside the club into the cool, night air. A few cars drive by, and small crowds of people walk the streets, but the city is pretty much dead. I start walking down the road back to the hotel. A few steps down, and I hear Natasha’s light footsteps behind me.
“We should get a taxi.” She states.
“I want to walk.” I reply. “It’s a beautiful night. Good for my lungs.”
Natasha doesn’t say anything. We walk in silence for a few minutes, with her always two steps behind me. Even when waiting for the crosswalk, she stays behind me. A few blocks away from the club, Natasha clears her throat.
“For someone who wanted so badly to drink with me, you didn’t touch yours.” She says.
“Wasn’t thirsty.” I shrug.
“Not likely, the way you were chugging down drinks before I made myself known.” Her voice flows from behind me like honey. But beneath that is the muddied waters of a complicated past, and even more complicated feelings. And even honey can’t cover the taste of mud. “Why the change in attitude?” She asks. “You’re usually so… bubbly.” She chews the last word, as if she doesn’t know how she feels about the descriptor.
“Maybe something changed in my night to change my demeanor." I say. “Something added, something… subtracted. Doesn’t matter.”
“I didn’t say anything about your intelligence.” Damn this spy is good. “You said something, and I stayed silent.”
“You’re not as good at keeping your face steady as you think, spy.” I spit at her over my shoulder. “I saw the look. The look that tells me yes, I’m just a fucking airhead to you. That I’m nothing but a stupid hick who had the tiniest lick of talent and the biggest amount of luck, without which I’d be working at some sketchy, back alley tanning salon with leathery skin and bee hive hair.” I stop in my tracks and whirl on her, my finger in her face. “For your information, I graduated high school at sixteen. Not because I got my GED in order to make music, but because I’m smart. My mom wouldn’t let me leave school to pursue this, so I worked my ass off.”
“I know that.” Natasha nods. Of course she does. It’s common knowledge.
“What you don’t know is that I made sure that I have an insurance policy.” I growl, taking a step towards her. “I know that anything could happen. My vocal chords could get fried, my popularity could plummet. Hell, I could get cancelled for eating a hamburger. So in all this craziness,” I wave my arms around, gesturing not to the city, but my entire life. “I went to college. I got a degree in computer science. I graduated at the top of my class and celebrated with no one. I learned three languages. Three! All so I can move to a small town in some European country if all this goes south.” I get up in Natasha’s face, my face red with frustration. “I am not an airhead. I care about people. I pay attention. I’m observant. And I’m insulted that you’ve spent all this time with me, yet still have such little regard for me. Ridiculous.”
I turn on my heels to walk away, but I trip over an uneven patch in the pavement. I fall to the ground with a serious pain in my ankle, scraping my knees up in the process.
“Oh, shit,” I inhale through my teeth. Natasha is right there, one hand on my back as I sit on the pavement, my hands flying to my ankle.
“Your ankle?” She says, reaching for it.
“No shit, Sherlock.” I snap at her, jerking away from her hand.
“I don’t think you should be putting any pressure on it. I’ll get a cab.” Natasha turns toward the road to see if she can hail one, but I growl at her and stand on my own, struggling to put weight on my foot.
“I’m fine.” I say, hobbling a few steps down the street, wincing in pain every time I bring my foot down.
“You’re clearly not fine, Y/N,” Natasha says, coming up behind me, one arm on my back and the other on my arm. “Come on, let’s get you to the curb. I’ll get a cab, even if I have to call one.”
“No!” I rip away from her and take a few more pained steps down the street. “I want to walk.” I continue to hobble down the street, Natasha’s hand falling from my back. As I reach the end of the street, I hear Natasha’s footsteps behind me, quicker than before and determined. Once she’s behind me, she takes my shoes from me, places a hand on my back, and slides an arm across my knees, scooping me into her arms. “Hey!” I yell as I kick my feet. “Put me down!”
“If you insist on walking, I insist on carrying you so that you don’t hurt your ankle anymore.” Her tone is as cold as stone, her grip tight on my body.
“Natasha, if you don’t put me down this instant, I’m going to scream ‘kidnap’.” I snap, pushing on her shoulder.
“And if you don’t stop fighting me, I’ll tell Gretchen where you’ve been all night and how you got the sprain.” Her words make me pause. Gretchen is my manager, she takes care of pretty much everything for me. And when I act out, she makes sure that there is an appropriate punishment waiting for me.
“Fine.” I huff, settling into her embrace. I wrap my arms around her neck for extra stability.
She walks a few blocks holding me, her arms never twitching from exhaustion. We don’t talk at first, just look at the city ahead of us. When she breaks the silence, it’s sudden.
“I don’t think you’re an airhead.” Her voice is quiet, softer than she’s ever spoken to anyone, let alone me. “I see the books you read, and the fact that you’d rather watch a documentary about the reproductive habits of salmon than the latest romance hit, and how you usually like to spend your days off going on walks through the cities we’re in, visiting parks and museums. To me, this club is just you blowing off some steam, which everyone needs to do. But I don’t think you’re just a dumb popstar in the slightest, Y/N. On the contrary.” She looks down at me, her eyes glistening with recognition and… something more that I can’t name. “I think you’re the smartest person I know.”
“Big praise coming from you,” I murmur, looking away from her eyes. Those gorgeous, beautiful eyes. We walk a little further in the quiet before Natasha speaks up again.
“What languages did you learn?” She asks. I’m a little taken aback by the sudden interest in my life. I clear my throat before answering.
“Uh, Spanish, Polish, and Greek. I’m working on French right now, and then the plan is Sokovian.” I hear Natasha chuckle slightly, so I look up at her. “What? Is that funny?”
“No, it’s impressive.” She says quickly. “I guess I’m just trying to figure out your reasoning behind the languages you’ve chosen.”
“Well, since I already know English, the two most popular languages are Spanish and Chinese," I explain. “Spanish was easier. Then Polish, because I wanted an option in Eastern Europe. And Greek, because the Mediterranean is beautiful. No other good reasons, really.”
“Those reasons are good enough.” Natasha says quietly. I stay quiet as I feel her arms flex underneath me, her muscles pressing into my back. I shift in her grasp, my arms tightening around her neck. “You’re safe, Y/N, it’s okay.” Natasha says, feeling my unease.
“I know.” I tell her. “You know, I think I can walk now,” I say, trying to unhook my leg from her arm.
“I don’t think so.” Natasha lets out a loud laugh. “Stay put. We’re almost back.”
She’s right. Natasha only carries me another block before we’re at our hotel. She enters the building and goes straight to the elevator. Natasha doesn’t even put me down in the elevator, just grips tighter to me as I try to wiggle out of her grasp. Only when she reaches my door does she put me down, gently and with great care. From behind me, she holds out her hand.
“Key.” She says. I sigh and reach into my bra, taking my room key from its hiding spot and placing it in her palm. She presses up against me to unlock the door, and I stop breathing as I feel her member press against my leg through her slacks. It’s hard, and clearly very large. My eyes flick over to her arm as she swipes the key, the muscles in her forearm flexing slightly. When the door unlocks she opens in, swinging it open wide. Then she picks me up again and carries me inside.
It’s a large suite, with a living room as well as a bedroom. She takes me over to one of the chairs in the living room and sits me down in it.
“Stay.” She commands, pointing a finger at me. I lean back in the chair and cross my arms over her chest. A small smirk appears on her lips before she walks away. I hear her fidgeting with some things, then the door opening and closing. A minute later, the door opens again, closing behind Natasha’s soft footsteps. She comes back over to me and kneels down, taking my injured ankle gingerly in one hand before she puts a bag of ice on it.
“We’re going to sit here for twenty minutes and ice this.” She says, no wiggle room in her voice.
“Come on, Nat, I can do that.” I insist, reaching down. “Now that I’m back safe, you can knock off. Get some sleep, you know?”
“Nice try.” Natasha smirks, playfully slapping my hand away as it reaches for the bag of ice. “I’m not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the night.”
“Nat!” I whine, dropping back into my seat. Natasha just chuckles. She reaches over for the coffee table and pulls it closer, taking a seat on it. She rests my leg on hers, and my foot brushes against her member again. I lift my head slightly to look at her, my eyes drawn to her crotch. I stare for a moment before Natasha clears her throat. I look up to see her staring at me, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Sorry,” I say quickly, looking anywhere but at her.
“It’s alright,” Natasha says, adjusting herself and my leg so my foot is no longer touching her member. The cold ice is doing a good job from the heat of my embarrassment running through my entire body. “I’m sure you mean nothing by it.”
“Yeah,” I mumble, resting my head on my hand so I can look out the window of the balcony. “Nothing by it.” I can feel Natasha’s eyes staring at me, trying to find their way into my soul. I shift my body to keep her from doing that, but it just makes her look harder.
“Hey, Y/N,” she says, leaning over my foot. I tilt my head further away as I feel her breast brush against my foot. “Y/N, look at me.” I close my eyes to keep from the temptation. Natasha moves my foot, placing it on the coffee table next to her, the ice pack resting on top. I hear her move off the coffee table and feel her kneeling against me, her body pressing against my good leg. One hand rests on my thigh as the other reaches up to my face. She gently grabs my chin and directs my face in her direction. “Y/N, open your eyes and look at me.”
I let out a deep sigh, then I do as she asks. I look into her eyes, and what I see staring back at me surprises me. At just a glance, someone could see restraint in her eyes, like she’s holding something back. But beneath that, looking deeper, there’s a longing there, and it seems to have been present for a long time.
“The most important job is to keep you protected.” She says, her thumb brushing over my chin. “I can’t act on feelings. Then it wouldn’t be professional, and I wouldn’t be able to protect you anymore.”
“Yes you could,” I insist quietly. “In a different capacity maybe, but you could still protect me. Maybe even better. You’d be closer, more consistent.” I reach up to grab her hand that’s on my chin, holding gently to her. Natasha shakes her head.
“No,” she whispers. “It doesn’t matter how I feel.” Tears start burning in my eyes, threatening to spill onto my cheeks. I shove her hand away from my face and stand up, the ice pack dropping to the floor. I limp over to the balcony, Natasha following behind me. “Y/N,” Natasha sighs. I open the balcony door and slam it shut behind me, almost taking off Natasha’s nose. “Y/N,” she says again, though her voice is muffled through the glass.
“Leave me alone, Nat.” I say over my shoulder, plopping into one of the chairs on the balcony and bringing my bad leg up to rest on the grate in front of me. She doesn’t listen of course, opening the door and shutting it gently behind her. “I’m serious, Nat.” I try to sound forceful, but the first tear has already fallen, making that impossible.
“No, I’m not going to leave you alone.” She says quietly, walking over to sit in front of me on the balcony, her back against the grate. She pulls her legs up and rests her arms on her knees. “Y/N, I’m just worried,” she continues quietly. “I’m not sure how much longer I can deny these… feelings for you, these emotions. But I was hired to do a job, and protecting you is the most important thing. I can’t risk anything that’ll cloud my judgment.”
“But what about me?” I snap as another tear falls on my face. “My entire life revolves around other people. I have to go out on tour to please my fans and make money for my management. Then I have to make more albums for my fans, just so I can go out on tour again. My whole life is go, go, go. It’s for my fans, my team, but not for me.” I sniffle, rub my sleeve along my nose, and let out an exasperated laugh. “You know, I haven’t been out on a date in four years? And despite what the tabloids say, it’s been longer than that since I’ve had sex.” I bring my foot down on the grate and lean forward. “I want a life, Nat. Not just a public one. A personal one, an intimate one. And I don’t catch feelings easily. So for me to catch feelings for you?” I let out another laugh and lean back in the chair, bringing my hand up to cover my lips. I look out at the city as another tear falls. “I was hoping to get what I’ve been wishing for for years.”
I hear Natasha sigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her hang her head. I shift in my seat and look further out into the city, in the opposite direction from where Nat is sitting.
“It’s been a little longer for me,” Nat says after a few minutes. I glance down at her, the rest of my body staying imobile. She lifts her head up to look at me. “About five years since my last relationship.” A small smile tugs on Natasha’s lips. “Her name is Maria. And I was in love with her.”
“You’re not with her anymore.” I say, taking the hint from how she said it’s been five years ‘since’ her last relationship. Natasha’s eyes reveal a moment of pain before they glaze over again.
“No,” she says quietly. “She works for a government agency. I didn’t mind the late nights or the unknown travel destinations by herself, because I knew what that was like. Coming from my spy background and everything. Especially since when we were together?” Nat lets out a little chuckle. “Oh, it was so good. We smiled, laughed, and had fun. And the sex? I mean, the sex was incredible."
I swallow around a lump in my throat. I don’t really want to hear about the sex that Natasha had with her ex.
“Anyway,” she says, clearing her throat. “I loved her with every fiber of my being. Everything I had in me belonged to her. And after one particularly grueling mission, I was excited for her to be back in town so we could spend time together.” Tears start filling Natasha’s eyes now as she recounts her memories. “I bought a ring. I had it all planned out: a picnic at our favorite park, a cheesy little trip around the pond in one of those stupid ass swan-looking paddle boats. Then ice cream from our favorite place, just outside the park. There, she’d find the ring garnishing her ice cream. I had imagined her jumping up and down with joy, screaming with excitement.”
“But that didn’t happen, I take it?” I say, my voice quiet. Natasha shakes her head.
“As soon as she got home, she was different. Quiet, more withdrawn. I never thought she was cheating on me. She would never do that. But something happened on that mission that just… changed her. And she wouldn’t talk to me about it. She would say that she’s fine, that nothing was wrong. But she stopped wanting to go out on dates, stopped wanting to have sex, stopped wanting to even get out of bed. I spent weeks doing everything I could for her. Making sure the sheets were fresh, that she always had clean pairs of sweatpants, that she ate at appropriate times. But eventually, she just stopped talking to me completely. And then I had to go away for work for a few days. When I got back, our apartment was empty of all of her things. She blocked me everywhere so I couldn’t get a hold of her. Just a letter she wrote telling me that it was too hard. That the weight of the world was falling on her shoulders and she loved me too much to take me down with her.” Nat sniffles and wipes her eyes. “I saw her three years later. Just by chance. She was happy, holding hands with another woman that I’ve never seen before. There was a six-year-old girl running ahead of them. I knew the girl wasn’t hers, but it was clear that the girl saw Maria as another mom. I slipped away before she could notice me. And since then, I told myself I would never allow myself to be in that situation again. A situation where someone else can hurt me that badly.”
“And you think that I’ll hurt you.” I nod, sniffing again. “Got it,” I finish, my voice breaking. I look away from her back to the city.
“I just can’t take the risk.” Natasha whispers.
“Then you’re not living, Nat.” I shake my head, frustrated. “You’re just floating, waiting until you die, That’s not a life.”
“Can you guarantee that you won’t hurt me?” She asks.
“Of course not!” I cry, throwing my hands in the air. “But I’m going to try my damndest to not hurt you. To guard your feelings with my life. Because when I’m down with someone, Nat, I’m down bad. And I’m not going to just get over you. So if you don’t want to try living? Then you might as well give Gretchen your notice.” I watch Natasha tap her fingers against her leg, the muscles in her arms flexing. Her jaw is tight, and her eyes are hard, guarded.
In a second so fast that I can’t even register what’s happening, Natasha is leaning over me, her hands gripping the arms of the patio chair as she crashes her lips to mine. I lean back from the surprise, a small noise escaping my mouth, but I immediately wrap my arms around her neck and moan into her lips, lifting myself up so my breasts rub against hers.
“You’re dangerous,” Natasha mutters against my lips.
“I just want to teach you,” I mutter back. “Teach you how to live life again.”
“And it’s going to be such a sweet lesson,” Natasha captures my lips again, her right hand coming up to grasp my neck. She squeezes gently, cutting off just enough of my airflow to make it difficult to breathe. After a few seconds she releases me, and I break our kiss to take in some air. She doesn’t let me go very far, grabbing my jaw to keep me looking at her.
“I see you like things a little rough,” I choke out a laugh. “Seems like you might be the one teaching me a lesson tonight.”
“Someone’s gotta teach you some manners, you little brat.” Natasha smirks. Her right hand goes back around my throat, holding me gently as her left hand falls from the chair arm. Her eyes drift downward as her finger traces a path up my thigh to the edge of my skirt. “Maybe then you’ll start listening for once.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I chuckle. “People with more power than you have tried.”
“But have any of them tried fucking you into obedience?” Natasha smirks, her hand slipping underneath my skirt.
“I wouldn’t let them get close enough to try,” I bite my lower lip, glancing down at her hand on my leg. “You, however…” I lift my eyes to her face and find her looking at me again. My voice drops to a hoarse whisper, flighting its way up my throat. “You can do whatever you want to me, Nat.” Natasha smirks as her hand tightens around my throat and her fingers travel even further up my leg. I open my mouth in an attempt to get some oxygen in my lungs.
“You may regret saying that.” Natasha growls, the sound as inhuman as my lust for her. I shake my head, telling her no. Never. I would never regret giving her the permission. Natasha smirks and uses her grip on my throat to tilt my head up slightly. “Stick out your tongue for me, baby.” She whispers. I do as she asks, my tongue resting on my lower lip. She leans down and puts her lips on mine, sucking on my tongue. Her grip tightens even more on my throat, causing me to inhale desperately. Her fingers creep higher and higher on my thigh until they hit the waistband of my panties, plain and simple cotton ones. She flicks her finger over the piece of cloth hiding my pussy. “Oh, fuck, baby, you’re already drenched for me.”
She’s right. Every time I see Natasha, heat starts building near my core and I can feel myself on my panties. It’s the reason I’ve got a rule against Natasha being anywhere near me or in my sight before a concert. If she’s near, I get wet. When I’m wet, I can feel it. And when I can feel it… I’m distracted. And it’s bad to be distracted when I’m trying to sing in front of thousands of people.
Natasha’s finger swipes across my clit over my panties. The already sensitive spot pulses at her touch, and the beginnings of a moan crack through my impeded airway. Natasha smirks as she places a kiss on the corner of my mouth.
“You like that, don’t you?” She asks. “Tell me you like it.” Her grip loosens around my neck, and I immediately gasp for breath. Natasha lets me take a few moments to catch my breath before she kisses my cheek, swiping her finger once again across my clit. “I said, tell me you like it.”
“I like it,” I moan, still trying to gulp down air. “I really, really like it.”
“Good girl,” Natasha purrs, her finger putting a little bit of pressure on my clit. I gasp, my hands falling to Natasha’s shoulders. Natasha keeps eye contact with me as she smirks, her eyes shining brightly with need. A little more pressure, and my hips jerk upward. Her smirk grows wider, and she lets out a chuckle. “My, my, you’re a little slut, aren’t you?” I look into her eyes and I see nothing but admiration. She grips my chin again, tightly. “Aren’t you?” She growls.
“Yes,” I nod, unable to look away from her gaze.
“Say it.” She says. “Say the words. Tell me what you are.”
“I’m a slut,” I say, my lips curling up as I realize how much I’m liking this.
“And whose slut are you?” Natasha whispers.
“Yours.” I whisper. “I’m your slut.”
“That’s right, baby.” Natasha whispers, trailing kisses up my jaw. “You’re mine.” She kisses my neck right below my ear before dragging her lips up to whisper into my ear. “And for knowing that, you deserve a reward.”
Before I can ask what the reward is, Natasha slips her fingers under the waistband of my panties, showing me exactly what my reward is. Her fingers dip low, dragging through my folds at a dangerously slow speed. I let out a whine at her pace, but Natasha swallows my noise with a kiss, the action hungry. Her fingers work diligently, if very slowly, to spread my arousal from deep within me to help her stimulate my clit.
I tremble at her touch, my clit throbbing for her. It pulses with every pass, every flick, every touch, desperate to feel her. My hips jerk into her, my body involuntarily begging for more of her.
“Do you want something?” Natasha smirks against my skin, her lips dragging across the skin of my neck. “You’re going to have to ask nicely, Detka.”
“P-Please,” I whine, my nails digging into the skin of her neck. “I w-want you inside of me.” My voice is breathy and low, my brain clouded by the shocks of pleasure her fingers are bringing me. I glance down at her crotch so she knows exactly what part of her I want inside me. Natasha pulls back just enough to follow my gaze and smirks.
“No, Detka,” Natasha says, removing her fingers from my panties and bringing out another moan from deep in my gut. Natasha stands and walks around the chair to stand behind me. She leans back down to whisper in my ear. “Not yet. I need to see how truly wet you get for me first.” Natasha brings a hand around one side of the chair, grasping my neck again. Her other hand flows down my body, starting at my shoulder. Natasha’s hand passes over my breast, stopping for just enough time to pinch my nipple before continuing to travel down my body.
When her hand reaches my waist she grabs the material of my skirt, bunching it up in her fist. The action reveals my panties, even more soaked than they had been. Natasha inhales deeply beside my ear, relishing the sight.
“My God, Y/N. You’re going to destroy me with this pussy of yours.” She moves my panties to the side, bringing my pussy to full view of not only her, but the city. Her fingers slide through my slit, wet and noisy.
“Please,” I beg again, bucking my hips. “I want to feel you inside me, Nat.”
“You’ve asked so nicely, Detka, the least I can do is reward you.” Natasha places a kiss on my cheek and closes her fingers around my throat as she inserts a finger inside me. I gasp, my body arching at the contact.
“More,” I choke out around her fingers. “Please, Natasha, more.”
“Oh, you’re a greedy little slut, huh?” Natasha’s voice flows over me, the water underneath the honey not as muddy as it once was. “You want more? Can you handle more?”
“Yes,” I gasp, grinding against her finger. “I c-can take it.” I crane my neck upward to look at Natasha, but the action causes Natasha to tighten her grip on my neck. I struggle to get out my words now.
“What was that?” Natasha asks, the smirk on her face wide. “I couldn’t hear you, baby.”
“P-Please,” I manage, my chest heaving with the attempt to pull in air. “M-More.”
Natasha’s smirk is just as greedy as I feel as she slips another finger inside of me. My mouth opens wider as my pussy sucks her in, trapping her fingers between my walls. My throat convulses as I can’t get air, and I feel my brain fogging in a bad way. I bring my hand up to tap on her hand, and she immediately loosens her grip.
“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to suffocate you.” Natasha bends down to place small kisses on my cheeks as I take in air, her fingers pumping in and out of me. “Fuck, Detka, you’re so fucking tight. I can barely move my fingers in you.” She brushes her lips against my ear. “If you’re so tight for my fingers, you’re going to have a lot of trouble taking Daddy’s cock.”
I moan loudly, the thought of her fucking me with her cock making me wetter. And judging by the sounds that Natasha is making into my ear, the sounds coming from my pussy as Natasha finger-fucks me are making her excited.
“I want you to come for me, Detka.” Natasha whispers. “Fuck my fingers until you’re empty.”
“Mhmm…” I nod, pressing my lips together, the heat in my stomach getting hotter.
“Say it,” Natasha commands, slightly tightening her grip on my throat. “Say it for me, baby.”
“I’m going to ride Daddy’s fingers until I come,” I breathe, my hips moving in rhythm with her fingers. “Leave my pussy so wet for Daddy’s cock!”
“That’s right, Detka.” Natasha growls, the pace of her fingers picking up. “Let’s see how far I can stretch you, hmm?” Without warning, Natasha pushes a third finger inside of me, spreading me impossibly wide. I let out a loud gasp, one that echos off the balcony as I lift my hips off the chair.
“Natasha-!” I cry as I close my eyes. Natasha moves her fingers quickly inside of me, finding just the right rhythm for all three of her fingers. She curves them at just the right angle, hitting my G-spot with each thrust. And with each thrust, a new moan escapes my throat, even with Natasha massaging my throat with her fingers.
“Stop playing around, Detka.” Natasha growls again, thrusting her fingers deep inside me. “I want.” She shoves her fingers in me. “Your come.” Again, harder this time. “On my fingers!” A third time, hitting my G-spot hard enough that I finally start my release.
I cry out again, my hand flying to hold her fingers inside of me as I hit my climax. My hips jerk harshly as my legs shake, and I struggle to hold them open for her. Natasha notices and releases her grip on my neck, moving her hand down my body to shove my leg to the side.
“You have incredible instincts, babygirl,” Natasha purrs. “Wanting to stay open for me.” I don’t answer her. I can’t. I pant, hard, as I come down from my orgasm. Natasha pulls her fingers out of me, and I instantly feel the cold loneliness of her absence, how empty she’s left me. She stands and walks around to the front of the chair, looking down at me as she sucks on her fingers. “Mmmm.” She moans. “You taste delicious, Detka.” She leans against the railing, her free hand gripping to the cold metal behind her. “Makes me anxious for the rest.”
I sit slumped in the chair, gazing up at Natasha through my eyelashes. She’s got her ring finger in her mouth, sucking on her finger. She pulls it out of her mouth with a sharp pop and looks down at me.
And her gaze kills me.
I slide off the chair and land on my knees in front of Natasha, my hands rising to her waistband. Natasha raises an eyebrow as she sticks her index finger in her mouth. I see her tongue sliding along the length of her finger, licking up all of my arousal. My fingers are steady and deliberate as I unbutton her black combat pants. I slowly pull them down to her ankles. She immediately steps out of them, kicking them to the side.
I look at Natasha’s member through her boxers. From just her outline I can see that she’s large. My mouth waters and I swallow hard. My hands rise back up to the waistline of her boxers and pull them down slowly. Once her member is free, I let the boxers fall with the help of gravity, too focused on the scene in front of me to care about her boxers anymore.
My heart races at the sight in front of me. Natasha is fully hard, her dick sticking straight up like a pole. It’s easily 8 inches and thicker than any dick I’ve ever seen, a literal God of a penis. I slowly wrap my right hand around her member, my mouth hanging slightly open.
“So?” Natasha asks around her finger, still in her mouth to suck me off of her. “What’d’ya think?” I look up at her, shocked.
“You walk around with this every day?” I whisper. Natasha smirks. She leans down, holding onto my chin.
“It’s even worse when I’m around you. Around you, I’m always hard.” Natasha lets go of my face and stands back up, grabbing back onto the railing. She starts sucking on her middle finger, still smirking. “You better hurry up. When I get all of you off of my fingers, I’m going to need to go looking for more.”
I nod and look back down at her. I pump my hand once across her length, surprised to already see precum forming at her tip. I swipe my tongue against her tip, catching the liquid in my mouth as it comes from her, pulling my tongue back into my mouth to swallow her down. It’s salty in my mouth, and as I swallow, I look back up at Natasha, at that cocky smirk, and wrap my mouth completely around her cock.
I push, more and more of her cock entering my mouth. At about six inches, I feel her ticking the back of my throat. By the full eight I’m choking, tears threatening the corners of my eyes. I pull off of her, choking as she falls from my mouth.
“Oh come on, babygirl, I know you can do better than that.” Natasha leans down, cupping my pussy with her hand and shoving two fingers back inside me. I gasp, placing my hand on her pelvis to steady myself. “Do something to please Daddy. If you do, I’ve got something else in store for you.” She winks as she pulls her fingers out of me, straightening back up and placing her index finger in her mouth. I lower my gaze back to Natasha’s dick and quickly dive back in.
I take Natasha in my mouth, not all at once, but just enough to get her wet. I place my hand at the base of her member, stroking the second half of her member while my mouth works on the first. I bob my head, trying to coax out everything I can from her.
It’s working. Natasha’s hand falls from her mouth in favor of grasping onto the railing on her other side, all of her knuckles now white as she grips the railing. Moans fly from her mouth as her head rolls back, her voice full of ecstasy.
“Goodness, Detka,” Natasha moans. “You’re very good at this.” I don’t answer her. I keep sucking her, twisting my tongue around her head as my lips reach her tip. My hand reaches down to grasp onto her thigh, my nails digging into her skin. “I’m filling up already, baby. Keep going.”
I do as she asks, worshiping her cock with every inch of my tongue. In this moment, my sole purpose is to pleasure her like she’s never been pleasured before. My mind begins to race with all the ways my tongue can bring her pleasure to the surface. I make sure to make noises as I suck her down, letting her know how good she tastes.
Natasha brings her hands down, using her hands to gather up my hair into a makeshift ponytail. She grips it tightly in her right hand, leaning back again to grip the railing with her left. She twists her hand, wrapping my hair around her wrist as she holds my hair close to my skull.
I pull my mouth off of her, taking a few deep breaths as my hand continues to rub her cock, thick with my saliva. After a short break I lean back in, my tongue licking her tip as my hand coaxes Natasha’s orgasm out of her.
“Fuck, baby, I’m close,” she gasps, using her strength to push my head back around her cock. She thrusts her hips, fucking my mouth with ferocious force. With her doing a lot of the work, I place my other hand on her other thigh, steadying myself as she pounds into me. Her cock falls deeper and deeper down my throat, her tip scratching the back of it every time. “Ah, baby, fuck-!” She groans, grabbing my hair with her left hand now, too. With both hands she shoves her cock deep inside me, and with a loud exclamation she comes, shooting ropes of her come into my mouth. She keeps my lips against her pelvis, thrusting hard every few seconds to shove her come deeper down my throat. When she tries to pull out I dig my hails into her skin, holding her against me. It’s difficult, but I swallow around her dick, making sure that every last drop of her disappears.
“Jesus, Detka,” Natasha sighs when I finally let her go, falling on my ass and panting like a dog. She takes her hand and rubs herself, slow and deliberate. She’s also panting, but it’s more controlled, not as desperate. “You really are a slut, sucking me down like that.” She kneels down in front of me, taking my chin in her hand. I look up at her, still panting, and wipe the last drops of her from my lips. Then I suck on my hand, making sure those drops join their brothers and sisters inside me. Natasha smirks. “You’ve got one hell of a magic mouth.”
“It’s not nearly as magic as my pussy,” I pant, my chest rising and falling steadily now. The smirk grows on Natasha’s face, and in an instant she’s pulling me to my feet then sweeping me off of them, placing one arm under my ass and the other one on the back of my head, pulling me in to kiss her. I wrap my legs around her waist, opening my mouth when she pokes at my lips with her tongue to let her taste herself on me.
Natasha’s dick points straight out underneath me, rubbing against my pussy like it’s itching to be inside me. Hell, I’m itching for her to be inside me. Natasha walks to the balcony door, opening it before stepping inside. She doesn’t close it behind her. Instead she walks to the bedroom, tossing me down on the bed. I scramble up towards the headboard, sitting with my back against it, legs cocked at the knee and spread for her. Natasha smirks, taking off her jacket and tossing it to the side. She climbs onto the bed after me, settling between my legs as she kisses me again. I grab onto her shoulders as Natasha fumbles with the hem of my shirt, lifting it up over my head and tossing it aside, forgotten just like her jacket.
My heart races as Natasha looks eagerly at my breasts, now only covered by my bra. She looks into my eyes and lifts her hand, curling her index finger into herself, silently asking me to lean forward. I do, and she reaches behind me to unhook my bra. That, too, is discarded.
“Damn, Detka.” Natasha whispers as I feel her eyes hungrily taking me in, her gaze landing on my breasts. “They’re absolutely perfect.” She glances up at me, smiling. “You’re perfect.” Her hand falls gently on my mound, caressing the skin and passing gently over my nub. “They’re absolutely perfect.” She bends down and licks my hardened nub. “Daddy’s gunna take good care of you.”
”Hmm,” I whimper, my lip back between my teeth. Natasha looks up at me as she lowers her mouth onto my nipple, her eyes sparkling with control. Her lips brush against my hardened nub and then stops, hovering over me. I whimper again, bucking my hips.
“Nuh-uh,” Natasha shakes her head. “What is it that you want, Detka? Tell Daddy what you want.”
“Your lips on me,” I gasp, arching my back to push my breasts closer to her mouth, but Natasha moves her lips away from me. I whine again, pouting. “Please, Daddy.” I whisper.
“There’s my good girl,” Natasha purrs, lowering her lips to finally capture my nipple between her lips. She massages my nipple with her mouth, pulling her hand up to cup my other breast. She pinches my nipple between her fingers, twisting my nub until I yelp, my back arching into her touch. “So sensitive, baby. My sensitive little slut.” Natasha chuckles around my nipple.
“It’s not enough,” I moan, writhing underneath her. “I n-need you inside me, Nat.”
Natasha ignores me, licking my nub before grasping it between her teeth. She pulls, earning another yowl from me.
“Daddy!” I scream. “I’m sorry Daddy, please, I need you inside of me!”
“There you go, baby.” Natasha smiles, letting go of my nipple and swiping her tongue over it to soothe the burn. She starts kissing her way down my body, her hands gripping tightly to my hips. My hands go with her, staying glued to her shoulders.
Natasha takes the waistband of my skirt and panties and takes them both off in one swift motion. Tossing them off the bed she dips her head, her lips leaving traces of her saliva on my pelvis. She kisses down lower, her lips gracing the skin just above my clit.
“Daddy,” I whine. “Please, stop teasing me, Daddy. I need you bad!”
“Patience, sweetheart, and I’ll give you everything you want and more.” Nat kisses my clit, taking the engorged bundle into her mouth and sucking. My hands travel up her arms, my fingers slipping into her hair as I exhale in a moan. Natasha then slides her tongue through my folds, flicking her tongue over my clit at the top. “Fuck, Detka, I can’t get enough of your taste. Seriously, you’ve got me addicted.”
“Oh, Daddy,” I cry, my body already shaking with anticipation. “I want you, Daddy.”
“You crave me, baby, don’t you?” Natasha hums against my pussy, her tongue drawing lazy circles through my folds and around my clit. “Your body begs for me as your mouth does. As your pussy does.”
“Yes, Daddy!” I moan, grinding my hips against her mouth. “Fuck, I crave you so much.”
“I’m going to spread you open like the slut you are.” Natasha moans, kissing the outside of my pussy lips. “Spread your pussy open and fuck you like a corner store whore.”
I don’t answer her as my pussy starts to leak, my fingers twitching in her hair. I grind on her face harder, chasing a high that I’m so close to catching. But then Natasha pulls away, licking my slick off her lips as she falls back on her haunches, tasting me. I scramble back up and crawl over to her, placing my arms around her neck and straddling her dick so it pokes out behind me between her ass cheeks.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg, placing kisses all over her face and neck. “Please, Daddy, I need you inside me. I’m desperate, soaking for you. I can’t wait much longer.” Natasha bows her head and kisses my neck, wrapping one strong arm around my back. She lifts me up slightly, using her other hand to direct her cock toward my entrance.
“Tell me again.” Natasha commands. “Tell me again what you want Daddy to do to you.”
“I want you inside me, Daddy. I want you to fuck me, to pound yourself inside of me so I never forget who’s dirty little slut I am.”
“That’s a good girl,” Natasha kisses my neck again, sucking at my skin. Her hand guides her cock underneath me. Then she slowly sets me down on top of her, wrapping her other arm around me once the tip of her cock is inside me. She takes her lips off my neck to look at me as she slowly lowers me on top of her. As her cock sinks deeper and deeper inside of me, spreading me wide, I squeeze my eyes shut and bow my head, my mouth hanging open. She goes in easily, thanks to my still dripping cunt, but her size still takes some getting used to. My hands cling to the back of Natasha’s neck, my grip getting tighter with each inch.
Natasha doesn’t stop until I bottom out, feeling the entire length of her twitching inside me. She pushes my hips down further, keeping herself inside me as I get comfortable with the size of her. I move my hips back and forth, trying to use the movement to adjust to her.
“Daddy, you’re so big,” I whisper, my voice breathy and heavy. I open my eyes and look at her. “Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”
“Take it slow at first, babygirl.” Natasha urges. I nod, keeping my hip movements slow and precise. Natasha bites her lip as she watches me, her eyes staring straight at where we’re connected together. Her breathing quickens as I move on her, her fingers digging into my hips.
I place my hands on her shoulders and use the leverage to lift myself up, exposing about three inches of her to the cool air before I sit back down. Natasha lets out a moan, her right hand slipping forward to run circles around my clit. I lift my body up again, exposing even more of her cock before I bring myself back down.
I speed up my movements, her cock twitching every time I sit back down on her. My noises get louder and louder as I ride her, my nails digging into her shoulders. Natasha’s finger continues to circle my clit, and the sensation grows in me again. I rest my forehead against Natasha’s, my breathing quickening as I breathe the same air as her.
“Fuck, Detka, you feel so tight around Daddy’s cock,” Natasha groans, tilting her head to place little ghost kisses against my lips and nose. “You’re such a desperate little slut, clenching around Daddy’s cock like that. How long have you been aching for my cock to be buried inside you?”
“Since the… day I met you,” I mutter, my heart racing as her cock pulses against my walls, threatening to tear me apart. “Fuck, I’ve needed your cock so bad, Daddy. I feel your cock so deep inside me.”
“You’re being such a good girl, taking Daddy’s cock like this,” Natasha hisses, her finger putting more and more pressure against my clit. “Fucking come on my cock, you little slut. Get Daddy’s cock all wet with your juices.”
I pick up my pace, lifting high enough that Natasha’s cock comes almost all the way out of me before I come back down, feeling the entire length of her cock cracking my cervix every time. Natasha passes over my clit in perfect rhythm with when I fall back down on her, helping me to my climax.
“Natasha!” I scream as I come again, my walls completely closing around her cock. Natasha removes her finger from my clit and grips my hips tightly, slamming me down completely on her cock as I come. My body shakes and trembles, my pussy throbbing as I suck her cock into me. Natasha leans in and kisses my neck as I ride out my orgasm, sucking on the most sensitive parts of my neck. This only strengthens my orgasm, causing it to last longer. My hips jerk on her cock from the aftershocks, her cock twitching with need at every movement.
“There’s my good girl.” Natasha whispers against my neck. “You’re so beautiful when you fall apart for Daddy.” Natasha wraps her arms around my waist and, without removing herself from inside me, moves us both up the bed, laying me down on my back as she settles above me.
Natasha leans down and kisses me, gentle and sweet. She adjusts her hips to settle between my legs but she doesn’t move, allowing me to get used to her in this new position. As she does that, I bring my hands down to the hem of her shirt and pull it up. Natasha breaks our kiss so I can pull the shirt off of her body, tossing it aside. My hands immediately slide down her back, gripping the hem of her sports bra. I peel that off, too, and forget about it immediately after it’s away from her body.
Natasha leans back down, her breasts brushing against my mounds as she trails her lips along the skin of my neck. She still doesn’t move, her cock sitting in the same position inside of me. I move my hips, but that doesn’t egg her on. Nat just continues to kiss my neck, sucking at one particular spot before swiping her tongue over it and moving to another spot for a moment. But she always comes back to that one spot.
“Please, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice low. “I need you. Fill me with your cock, Daddy!”
“My, my, so needy.” Natasha smiles against my neck. But that gets her going, moving her hips to push herself inside me. She pulls back as she starts to fuck me, placing one hand on my neck as she looks at me. Her grip tightens around my neck as her pace quickens, and my airway is cut off again. “Still needy for my cock, Detka? After all I’ve given you, are you still needy for me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I choke out, my eyes rolling back in my head as her cock starts to hit that perfect place inside me. My tongue hangs out of my mouth, chasing the high that Natasha is trying to give me.
“What a pretty little slut you are,” Natasha smiles. “Are you going to be Daddy’s good little whore?” She slams her cock inside of me, bottoming out hard. “Be a good little whore and take Daddy’s cock for me, huh baby?” She loosens her grip on my throat for me to breathe.
“Yes Daddy,” I tell her, nodding. “I’m going to take your cock like a good little whore.”
“That’s right,” Natasha says through gritted teeth, slamming her cock hard in and out of me. Her hand balls into a fist on the bed, the bedsheets getting caught in her fingers. “Take Daddy’s cock, babygirl.”
“Fuck, Daddy, you’re soo big inside me,” I whine. “It’s so much, Daddy.”
“You asked for this,” Natasha grunts, continuously pounding into me. “You remember that when you cry about it, slut. You asked for this.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. “I asked for this!”
Natasha’s hand darts from my neck to the other side of my body, fisting the sheets on that side as well. I can feel her cock twitch more aggressively inside me as my walls threaten to clench again. Natasha pounds mercilessly into me, and she crashes her lips into mine as I start to scream again at my next orgasm, so quick after the last one. She swallows my screams as she fucks my release back inside of me, refusing to let up even as my clenching walls make it harder to move inside me.
I clutch at her bare back, my nails digging into her skin as I scratch at her back. This makes Natasha fuck me harder, and she falls onto her forearms. Her breasts and stomach touching mine as her cock penetrates deep inside me. Her head hangs close to my neck and I listen to her pant like a dog on top of me.
“Fuck, Detka, I’m close,” Natasha breaths onto my neck. “Where do you want it?”
“Want it?” I ask, my nails dragging up Natasha’s back.
“Where do you want Daddy to come, baby?” Natasha kisses my neck. “Should I paint your stomach? Your face? Do you want me to flip you and paint your back? Where do you want me to come?”
I bring my hands up and grab onto Natasha’s head, dragging her down so my lips brush against her ear.
“I want you to come inside me, Daddy.” I whisper, bringing my legs up to squeeze Natasha’s hips between me.
“Baby, I can’t,” she shakes her head.
“You’re fucking me raw, Daddy,” I moan into her ear. “Come inside me, get me pregnant. Then you’ll know I’ll never leave you.”
The idea of being pregnant with Nat’s baby thrills me, just as much as the idea of her coming inside me. I slide my hands down her body, tracing the muscles along her back as my hands make their way to her ass, gripping her tightly and pulling her into me.
“Jesus Christ, baby, you really are going to be the death of me,” Natasha groans, but she doesn’t try to pull out. In fact, she quickens her pace more, barely spending any time outside of my pussy before slamming back in. Her fists grip the sheets so hard that they pop off the corners as her mouth finds a spot on my collarbone. “Daddy’s going to fill you up so good, babygirl.” Natasha growls against my skin. Her hips slam into me one more time before her cock pulses hard, spilling come inside me.
Natasha bites down hard on my collarbone, her hips stuck in an upward position as her cock empties inside of me. It’s never ending as her seed shoots deep inside of me. I can feel her dripping inside of me, her cock pulsing as more come exits her and enters me. She jerks against me, muffled moans leaving her mouth as she empties herself into me, my clenched walls coaxing every last drop from her.
When she’s fully drained, Natasha rolls off me and onto the bed. She reaches for me, wrapping her powerful arms around me. I snuggle into her embrace, my hand finding a nice resting spot on her hip. She’s got one hand splayed across my back and the other tracing little circles on my ass. She places a few long, soft, intentional kisses on my head before she rests her lips in my hair.
“I’ve been fighting this for so long, I’m not sure how to feel right now.” She whispers, her admission lifting some sort of imaginary weight off of her shoulders.
“You don’t have to know how to feel yet.” I whisper back, placing a kiss on her chest. “Just lay here with me.” I look up at her, relishing how pretty she looks as she looks down at me from this angle. “But I hope that you’ll think about taking me up on my offer.”
“Your offer?” Natasha asks.
“To stay close to me.” I whisper, my fingers running over the skin of her hip. “Protect me from your spot next to me instead of behind me. And let me teach you how to love again.”
“You drive a really hard bargain, Detka.” Natasha sighs, the corners of her lips curling up into a smile. “But I might be able to swing something like that.”
“Really?” I perk up, smiling. “Natasha-”
“We don’t have to talk about it right now, baby.” Natasha whispers, kissing my head again. “Just know that I’m saying yes. That I’ll be yours.”
“Natasha,” I murmur, my smile growing bigger. She leans down and takes my lips in hers, kissing me like we’ve been in love for years. “All mine.”
“Y/N,” she murmurs against my lips. “I’m all yours, Detka. All yours.”
