cw: strap-on use, cunnulingus, making out (?), oral, but plugs, car sex, kitchen sex, shower sex, overstimulation, edging, there may be more, who knows?
nat giving you head
sucking nats strap
sleepover with nat!
nat bending you over in the shower
nat edging and overstimming you
eating nat out
nat destroying your poor cunt
car sex w nat!
riding nats thigh
making out
riding nats strap
but plugging and nat fucking up into you
nat eating you out (again)
nat giving you the strap and playing with your clit
₊˚ෆ pairings: soft!nat x reader
₊˚ෆ word count: 2.8k
₊˚ෆ summary: natasha learns to trust you
₊˚ෆ content warnings: super soft babygirlism nat, some negative self-deprecation, mutual pining, switch!nat, fingering, come eating?, nipple play, oral (n!receiving), use of pet names: honey, baby, scissoring!!, very very slight dirty talk.
₊˚ෆ 18+ only, mdni please!
₊˚ෆ MASTERLIST:
Natasha Romanoff didn’t trust easily. Having been wronged by so many people in her life she vowed to just live with her brain and keep her heart tucked away under her sleeve. Even the avengers. She knew not to trust them. She physically could not bring herself to trust them, they knew too much. They could use that against her- and there was no way she was going to let herself become a victim again at the expense of her own actions. No she won’t trust. Never again.
The only person she could and would rely on is herself. Or that's what she thought. Until she met you.
You never pushed her for answers she wasn’t willing or ready to give. You just smiled softly and nodded, your thumb brushing soft circles the inside of her wrist. She did doubt you at first but you sooner or later tugged that said sleeve right up, with that, baring her whole heart to you. You weren’t one to fill silences with chatter either, something she loved- not one being one for small talk, you’d both just sit there at the kitchen island eating, filling out reports, reading, you name it. She found peace in your quiet nature and was drawn in like a moth to a flame.
You were quick to realise that when Natasha loves, she loves fiercely. She would do anything for you (quite literally). You basked in her quiet, hesitant love. It was like peeling back the skin of a pomegranate you were addicted. She’d slowly give you one piece of herself and you clung to every word, every minute detail, craving more.
Prior to popular belief, Natasha- she was gentle. She was oh so gentle with you. Knowing first hand what she was capable of, she vowed to treat you the same way she wished for herself. She would always be asking you if you’re okay, always finding your eyes in the room assessing your body language, she would always ask you for consent and my god did it make you want her more.
Natasha would never admit it to anyone but she longed for a love you graced her with. Her doubt lingers if she’s even worthy of your love when her mind is plagued with the horrors of her past. But you?
You tell her that she deserves to be loved the right way, though nevermind telling her, you show it too, in every thing you do. You press gentle kisses to the pads of her fingers offering your comfort and she latches onto it as though you’re just a figment of her imagination. Much like her friends when she was younger.
With your patience and devotion to her, Natasha slowly began to accept your love she’d relish in it.
Like the time you two were showering together you noticed her hair was slightly curly, she admitted she gets a straightening perm, hiding more of herself away from everyone. She doesn't trust anyone. You of course clung to this information and bought her curl treatments for her hair, you put them in the bathroom letting her find it. A few months later, she was wearing her natural soft waves that danced like flames under the sun. No one paid much mind to it. But you? You were reeling.
You know Natasha to be very organised, at the start of the new year you bought her a diary, an admiral blue one (she mentioned once that blue was her favourite colour) that labelled the year on the front. You passed it to her casually as you were unpacking some bits of shopping. It meant the world to her, you find it years later still tucked away in a little box she keeps of few things that have sentimental value to her.
You gathered quickly that she’s not one for grand gestures so it means so much to her with the little things.
If you had told pre-you-Natasha about the type of love she found for herself she would’ve looked at you as though you had grown three heads. But now? She worships the ground you walk on and vice versa.
She once bought you a necklace on your one year anniversary, a dainty chain with a little padlock charm. Nine years later? you still wear it every day.
So when Natasha fully let you into her heart and shared one last secret with you? You knew it was forever. It had been three years into your relationship when she decided that she wanted to take you out. She told you it’s nothing big (wrong) and to wear your casual clothes.
She drove you both to this building on the very outskirts of the city and opened the door for you. You tilted your head in confusion but made no comment, if there was a reason, you’d know soon enough you gathered.
She walked in and climbed three flights of stairs constantly checking behind her to see if you were still there and following her- you were of course, making you hide a small smile. Stopping abruptly outside of one of the doors numbered 12, making you collide into her back with a gentle grunt, she lifted a brow at your apparent eager behaviour. Sliding a key into the door with a twist and a click she opened it. Inside was a small apartment and by the looks and smell of it alone, it was distinctly her.
Evident by the books piled on the window sill their covers faded from their colour, it had been for a long time. Turning to face her she looked almost shy. As though she was handing you her heart on a silver platter begging you to take care of it.
“I’m guessing at least six years” you say your eyes darting back around the place.
“Eight”
You stifled a smile. “Does anyone else know about this place?”
She shook her head, desperately trying to read your reaction. She was here showing you her most sacred space- something that’s completely hers. She had never felt more vulnerable.
“No one else?” You ask softly, taking her delicate hand.
“No one else.” She confirmed.
Smiling like an idiot, you gently pull her by the hip so she’s so close to you. You tilt your head slightly, looking into her beautiful eyes. “Thank you.” You pause cupping her face. “For giving more of you to me, it means the world” You murmur, your lips ghosting over hers.
And in that moment, she knew you were it for her. And it only took you a record time of three years.
She smiled deftly, pressing her lips against yours in a gentle caress, silently begging you to kiss her. You grin against her mouth pulling her face closer, deepening the kiss.
Stood in Natasha's secret garden with you, at last, she was inexplicably the happiest she has ever been. Her hands move to cradle your head gently, her fingers working through your hair, as she kisses you so intensely that it takes your breath away. Her tongue brushes against your bottom lip. Almost instantly, you part your lips for her to slide her tongue into your mouth.
She ravages you, seeing you in her space, does something to her. She needs you.
She pulls away with great reluctance, both of you left breathing heavily against each other's mouth. The heat that shines in her eyes makes your knees weak. Taking your hand, she guides you to the bedroom, your heart nearly bursts when you see a small frame of a photo of the two of you on the nightstand next to the bed. The bedroom specifically smells of Natasha more. And you relish in being surrounded by purely and only her. You smile as she gently peels away the laps of your jacket helping you shrug it off. You kick your shoes off, looking at her like you always do- like owns every fiber of your being- which she does. Seeing the sheer amount of love for her in your eyes, she smiles softly cupping your face once more pulling your lips to hers.
She gently guides you to the bed, laying you down gently not breaking her lips from yours as she crawls on top of you. “Please, let me love you” she murmurs against your mouth, her finger tips dancing along your arms. Nodding, you press your forehead to hers “Please,” you whisper. Your heart full of her. Knowing her showing you the apartment had to mean everything to her, you actually couldn't comprehend the love and pride you had for her in this moment.
She grins her fingers brushing under your shirt as she peppers your neck and collar bone in soft kisses and gentle suction. You preen under her. “Tasha, take it off, please” you breathe heavily, your body buzzing with need for her. “Okay honey.” She says lifting your shirt over your head, throwing it onto the floor. Her eyes trace your body lovingly, her hands roam over your torso brushing the underside of your bra, her eyes meet yours and you nod, lifting you back slightly for her to undo the clasp.
“God you’re so beautiful.” She murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth gently, kissing her way down your neck down your sternum to your breast. Gasping your back arches slightly as she takes a nipple into her mouth brushing her tongue over the flesh. Your hands brush her back under her shirt sending shivers down her spine.
Just before she can move over to your other breast you pull the shirt up, she lifts her arms allowing you to take it off her. You drop it onto the floor as she takes your other nipple into her mouth. “God Tasha” you murmur appreciatively, grasping at her hair. She looks up at you with a slight smirk playing on her lips. You laugh breathlessly, pulling her up for another kiss, sliding your tongue into her mouth brushing the wet muscle against hers. She groans into your mouth, pulling her jeans down her legs kicking them elsewhere; her hands move to undo the buttons on your jeans undoing the zipper..
She pulls away her lips swollen slightly, her breath shallow. Her fingers tuck into the loops of your jeans pulling them down and off, her eyes zeroing in on the small wet patch on your underwear.
“Fuck” she mutters under her breath, crushing her lips back to yours.
Your hand travels along her back moving to the front to slip into her underwear. She gasps into your mouth as your fingers brush through her delicate and very wet folds. Nudging your nose against hers, you rub slow circles on her clit, your eyes meeting hers.
Her body shudders, forehead dropping to rest against yours, her breath hot against your mouth. Her hair falls around your face hiding you both from the world, trapping both of you in the moment. “Thank you,” you murmur, adding the slightest bit of pressure to your fingers rubbing on her clit. She bites her lip nodding “I love you” she whispers cupping your face, brushing her lips against yours “So much” she says.
“I love you too baby, so so much” You say softly teasing her entrance with your fingers. She nods desperately, her eyes pleading. You smile pressing a finger inside her, her sweet moans like a melody she only makes for you. You pull your finger out, pushing it back inside her, her wetness already coating your knuckles.
You kiss her, swallowing her moans, pushing her to lay down beside you, crawling over her body between her thigh nudging them open more. You drag her underwear down revealing her pretty, pink, dripping pussy. You groan, carrying on fingering her, kissing the insides of her thighs teasingly. “Baby c’mon don't tease” she whines.
You kiss her clit softly in a subtle apology, pressing another finger inside of her slowly. She gasps her brows knitting together as her back lifts off the bed. Smiling, you lick her clit with small kitten licks, relishing in the pleasure you're giving her. Her fingers work into your hair holding you against her pussy as you eat her out and finger her to heaven.
You wrap your lips around her clit, sucking it gently making her eyes roll. “Fuck honey” she moans bucking her hips effectively pushing your fingers deeper into her. Curling your fingers brushing against her g-spot, she groans the nerves in her thighs dancing making them twitch. Humming, you flick your tongue over her clit as you increase the speed of your fingers. “I’m so close baby” she pants grinding up into your mouth. Her jaw drops in a silent cry as you work her closer and closer to the edge.
You add one more finger, stretching her out so good, you instantly feel her walls clenching around them. You continue to curl your fingers bullying that spot within her that makes stars flash behind her eye lids.
With a cry of your name her fingers tighten their hold in your hair as you work her through her high. Her thighs clamp around your head holding you in place while she rides the wave of her orgasm.
Only when she comes down do her thighs part again and your ministrations come to a halt. Gently pulling your fingers from her pussy, you bring them to your mouth licking her come off your fingers. She watches you with such devotion you can't help but smile. “You okay?” You ask softly, coming back up so you're face to face, brushing hair from her sweaty forehead. She nods pulling you down for a kiss tasting herself on your tongue eliciting a groan from her. She shifts so you are now laying under her, smiling at you softly. “You’re amazing.” She murmurs her face buried into your neck kissing the tender skin. Her teeth graze the sensitive spot just below your ear masking you whimper slightly. She smirks, her hands traipsing down your body to take your underwear off.
Spreading your legs she shifts slightly so her pussy aligns with yours. When you nod she lowers herself down onto you with a roll of her hips. Your breath hitches, your eyes fluttering as she rubs herself on you. “God Tasha, yes.” You moan breathlessly, bucking your hips meeting hers as she loses herself on top of you. “You’re so wet.” She whispers, leaning down to suck your nipple into her mouth, changing the angle of which your clits rub together.
Gasping and back arching your hands take homage on her hips guiding her movement.
“You feel so good” You groan as she grazes your nipple with her teeth, her hand coming up to knead and pinch at your other one. Your body feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible, your skin hot to the touch as the two of you moan at the feeling.
Natasha is desperate, she speeds up her movements grinding faster and harder against you desperate to feel you come apart against her. The room smells of her and sex, both of you losing yourself in one and other, moving frantically to reach your highs.
Natasha feels your body get closer in the way that your moans and whines become more frequent, your body shaking as she sucks on your nipple, the give away is the mess of wetness between where your pussies meet.
“Gonna make you come so hard baby.” She murmurs against your rising and falling skin as you pant beneath her. She can feel her second orgasm building inside of her fuelling her frenzied movement.
You can feel yourself get closer with each passing movement over your clit, making you grasp her hips harder. “I’m gonna-” you pant, thighs shaking.
“Do it baby, come for me” she groans, kissing you desperately, pushing her tongue into your mouth practically sucking it. That does it, you moan against her lips, your hips arching off the bed as white hot pleasure lashes down your spine. Your orgasm triggers Nat’s as she gasps into your mouth.
You’re both still moving frantically, riding out the residual effects of your orgasms.
You’re the first to come down, you sag beneath her, Natasha still shaking from the slight overstimulation of coming twice. You reach up to rake your hands through her tousled hair, coaxing her back to you gently.
She lays on top of you, spent and satisfied. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, your finger tips graze the length of her back. Both of you basking in post-orgasmic bliss and contentment. You look around her room, taking in the things you didn’t notice before and smile softly. She was completely and utterly yours.
cw: intersex!nat, chocking, pet names, breeding kink, slapping, overstimulation, dirty talk… (i think that’s everything?)
word count: 0.7k
pairings: natasha romanoff x reader
18+, minors + men dni
“Fuck baby, pussy’s so tight.” Natasha groans, her head falling back against the cushion. Hands holding your hips like a vice, leaving red hues in their wake. “You’re so big Tasha,” you gasp, hips rolling against her; fingers tweaking your nipples, heightening the sensitivity.
“Gonna fucking take my cock like a good girl aren’t you?” she hisses feeling your walls tighten around her. Your babbles of agreement spur her on; pushing and pulling your hips, thrusting up into you every now and then making you twitch. Your chest heaves as you try your hardest to bounce up and down on her aching cock.
“So sexy fuck, look so good riding me.” She strokes her hand up the side of your body to grip onto one of your boobs. Her fingers roll your nipples, pinching harshly. Natasha feels your thighs tremble around her. She’s quick to flip you over pressing you into the mattress, thrusting back into you, quite literally knocking the air from your lungs.
Her hand wraps around your throat, squeezing the sides slightly. Fucking her cock back into you at a pace that rivals light. Your body bounces in time with her thrusts. Pulling your leg up, she wraps your legs around her hips allowing you to pull her in further. You feel her so deep inside you that when you look down you see her prodding against the walls of your stomach.
You cry head falling back. Natasha follows your line of sight, groaning. Your stomach tightens, feeling your orgasm build up. “Gonna cum Tasha fuck.” you try to breathe out, her hand still stapled to your neck. The woman smirks, trying and somehow succeeding to begin to thrust deeper. Feeling her in depths you're not sure was even possible.
“Can feel ur tight cunt squeezing me detka, fuck,” she mutters, reaching down she thumbs your clit in the circular motion she knew had you weak. “Just like that baby, take it all.” Your hands fly up to reach her shoulders, your nails biting into her skin. “Eyes open.” she says watching you come undone around her, never breaking pace, whilst ever so slightly adding the faintest more pressure to your neck. You’re withering on the bed as she brutally fucks you through your orgasm.
She lets up on your poor clit and instead ops to lean down and take your nipple into her mouth. She’s rolling her tongue over your nipple continuously, your back arches further into her mouth. “That not enough for you, pretty girl?” she mumbles against your boob.
Pulling away she sharply slaps the boob that was once in her mouth. You squeal, the stimulation quickly building up another orgasm. Pulling her down to kiss you, she moans against you, she tastes of everything you know and love. Kissing her back, you can’t help the odd moan against her. She licks into your mouth pressing her hips completely to yours before pulling out and fucking back into you. “Fuck, fuck fuck, feels soo good” you whine, completely cock drunk.
Natasha’s close too, her cock twitching ready to fill you up. “Want me to fill you up detka? Wanna be all full and round with my babies?” she moans, your walls so tight it’s getting harder for her to thrust back into you. “wan’ all your babies Nat pleas please please” you whine, sucking on her tongue. “Want you to drench my cock princess,” she says, pulling away from you to look at the mess you’ve become.
Marks littering your neck, hair- a mess, mascara slightly running down your face, lips swollen and red, Perfect, she thinks. “Cum for me baby,” she tells you. You babble out whines as she presses so hard into you, you know you’re going to be bed bound for the foreseeable future. You’re hot all over as your orgasm overtakes you completely.Shaking as you feel Natasha fill you up, warm liquid spreads within you.
She stays there for a moment, pulling out slowly to not hurt you, watching her cum drip from your positively ruined holes. Pressing two fingers back into you, hissing from the sensitivity. “Don’t want it to go to waste now do we baby?” she smirks.
₊˚ෆ pairings: possessive!congressman bucky x reader
₊˚ෆ word count: 2.1k
₊˚ෆ summary: Bucky gets jealous seeing when seeing someone with their hands on you
₊˚ෆ content warnings: john walker, possessive bucky, fingering, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, slight choking, slight overstimulation, minor thunderbolts spoilers.
18+ only, mdni please!
₊˚ෆ MASTERLIST:
Bucky was not impressed. Valentina’s lies about what Oxe group have been hiding, finding it utterly ridiculous that the public was actually in her favour, and you. His eyes were burning up your back, or more specifically the arm that was wrapped around your waist for that matter. John was irking him in all the wrong way. His dislike for the guy grew increasingly by the second. Having been not particularly fond of him over what happened in Latvia, with a whole macho-man mindset it's safe to say he doesn’t like him much.
Now he was conversing with a group of politicians with his arm around your waist.
You felt his eyes on you wherever you went, sending shivers down your spine. You knew he was stressed out trying to navigate his role in congress and adapt to the society's viewpoints on him and what he’s vouching for. He puts on a brave face for the world, yet you know he’s shy and would very much rather sit at the back of the room and observe. Yelena had dragged you into the crowd and you couldn’t say no to her.
Now you greatly regretted it, John with his not so friendly hand on your waist, no matter how many times you moved his hand away, he always put it back. You also know that he sees the hand around you. You can practically feel his anger rolling off him across the room. You need to get out of here before Bucky ends up ruining his chance at redemption. Excusing yourself to go to the rest room, you slink away from the group quietly, turning down a hall.
A hand reaches out to grip your arm and pull you into a corridor with a dead-end. His metal hand sliding up your sides, backing you into the corner. His eyes are stormy, pouring into yours, your heart racing. A ghost of a smirk touches his lips, grazing your neck. “Now, Doll, you should surely know by now that I don’t like people touching what belongs to me.” He breathes, tutting against your ear. A whirl of heat spiraled down your body and settled in your lower stomach.
“Do you need reminding?” He teases, the cold metal of his hand brushes your jaw, holding your face to look him in the eye. “Yeah? Does my girl need reminding?” He continues, pulling your left leg to hook onto his hip, the skirt of your dress exposing your thigh through the slit. “Tell me baby.”
Face flushes, breaths hollow due to his mere presence. “I’ve always been yours James,” you murmur, lips mere centimeters from yours. You tip your head, lips brushing his, teasing.
“Sure didn’t look like that from my perspective.” He grumbles, with a faint shake of his head, your noses making brief contact. “Looks like John Fuckin’ Walker had his hands all over you and you did little to prevent it.” His eyes, not straying from yours, dances with lust; his flesh hand tugging the gap in your skirt higher, giving him a better view of your commando lower half. His fingers dance along your hip; upon finding the skin bare, his eyes briefly look down before snapping back up again. “You could see the lines,” you counter with a small smirk- answering his darkened questioning look. He scoffs, metal hand pulling the back of your head to meet his hungry lips. You don’t even bother try fight him for dominance, the attempt is futile. His tongue swipes the length of your bottom lip before pressing into your mouth, sliding with yours- heated, messy.
His flesh hand greedily grabbing at your waist pulling you flush against him, feeling the tent in his pants pressing against your lower stomach. He groans feeling the pressure of your body against him. With a gasp and a roll of your hips, he slides his hand under your skirt. Swiping sharp circles on your clit, you moan into his mouth. “Christ baby you’re soaked.” He says against your mouth.
You’re thankful in this moment of time for the darkened dead end hallway he pulled you into. From a distance you can imagine it looks like you and Bucky could be conversing rather heatedly, minus the thigh that you had around his waist. The lack of light acting as a saving grace. You can make out his face, only due to the faint light from the adjoining main corridor. His face is stern, heat blazing in his eyes.
“And mine. You’re fuckin’ mine doll- only I get to touch you this way,” he grunts, littering your jaw in kisses. Shivers run down your spine, you grip his arm, nails digging into the flesh. He groans, pressing his lips to your neck, biting and sucking the tender skin.
“Please Bucky,” whining, your back arches out to him when he adds more pressure to your clit.
“Say it, tell me you’re mine doll,” he grunts breathless. His alloyed hand comes to wrap around your throat, applying faint pressure.
Shuddering, you nod desperately. “I’m yours James, always.”
He kisses you- deep, sliding his fingers once, twice through your wet lips- before pushing two fingers in with ease. “Fuck baby, so tight and wet.” You gasp, tightening your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. His big fingers stretching your gummy walls.
“God, Bucky.” you whine almost pathetically, pressing your mouth to his neck to try stifle the noises you are so desperately holding back.
His fingers curl inside of you brushing that spot within you that has your knees bucking- mouth hanging open in sharp quiet gasps. “That’s it baby, sweet little pussy’s takin’ my fingers so well,” he grunts, pressing further into you- his hardness pressing even more prominent against your stomach. He groans, dropping his head back, working his magic by scissoring his thick fingers in your little hole- stretching you even further around him. He breathes heavily, his hot breath fanning against your face. Using his thumb, he brushes your clit with feather-light touches.
Your eyes close in a desperate attempt to keep your noise down- knowing that getting caught could very well be the end point for yours and Bucky's future. You’re too lost in your pleasure to stop it. His fingers- thrusting into you- bully your sensitive walls as you feel your orgasm climb higher and higher.
With trembling thighs trembling and sharp gasps Bucky doubles his efforts and increases his speed. “You gonna come for me doll? Gonna soak my fingers like a good girl?” He murmurs into your ear, teeth lightly grazing your lobe. “Please, can I come? ‘M so close!” you pant, clinging onto him, writhing beneath him.
He pushes against you, grinding against you. Nodding, he kisses you hard. “Come for me baby, please. Show me who makes you feel like this.”
Climbing higher and higher, you finally let go with a cry, burying your face into his chest to muffle your desperate sounds. Your nails sink into his shoulders as you ride out your orgasm. He only slows down when you begin to tremble with overstimulation and reach to grasp his hand. He hums, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth, licking your juices off, before kissing you. You taste the traces of yourself on his tongue, smirking slightly.
Your hand travels down his body. Fingers tracing his bulge, before cupping his length, groping him. He groans deep, resting his forehead to yours, panting. “God, what are you doin’ to me baby.” He’s quick to reach down and unzip his black suit pants, pulling out his thick cock. “You want it?” he smirks, teasing. He grips your hips, pulling your skirt up and lifts you effortlessly, hands running up the underneaths of your thighs, guiding you to wrap your legs around him.
“Yes, please yes” you whine, rolling your hips. You reach down to grip him, lining him up at your entrance moaning quietly, still slightly sensitive. He takes a step, pressing you deep into the corners of the walls, burying his face in your neck before pulling you down on his fat cock. You bite your lip, holding yourself back from crying out as he impales you. Bucky groaning heavily against your skin, biting and kissing the area. You stay like that for a moment- relishing in the fullness you feel. “Just fucked you open with my fingers doll, how are you this fuckin’ tight.” He asks, restraint lining his every word. You shiver at his words, rolling your hips subtly- indicating that he can move.
And boy does he not wait. Pulling you nearly completely off him, he sharply pulls you back down, back arching deliciously, you gasp. “Fuck baby.” He’s a mess- completely lost in you. His hips thrust into you deep and slow, trying not to make such promiscuous, compromising noises. “Oh fuck.” You whine, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. “Just like that baby, fuck youself against my cock, that’s it. Only I can make you feel this good, isn’t that right doll?” he murmurs into your ear, his voice husky and needy.
“Yes, fuck only you James.” you whisper against his ear, arms wrapped around his neck- holding him close to you. You feel all of him, the pleasure nearly blinding. The slide of his cock against your narrow walls, hitting that spot within you repeatedly.
Your breathing becomes frantic, the movement of your hips speed up to meet his tangible, incessant thrusts. “You’re mine baby. All mine.” He kisses you like he can’t get enough of you, tongue heatedly brushing yours, trying to consume every ounce of you. You nod, whining, gripping the back of his neck. “So big,” you mutter against him drunkenly. He chuckles, the metal hand moving from holding your thigh to pressing against your throat. Eyes roll back, you fuck yourself against his cock wantonly, writhing and gasping. “So fuckin’ sexy.” he grunts, kissing the side of your forehead.
You can feel your stomach growing tight, clamping your legs tightly around his waist.You hear a loud laugh and you freeze, holding your breath, trying to keep yourself from moaning as Bucky slowly slides the length of him into you, seemingly not phased about the oblivious audience. “Shh” he says, oh so softly, if heard someone may think he’d be consoling you.
Once they are out of earshot, Bucky resumes his thrusts, quick to build that high that ever so slightly dwindled down, back up again.
“Buck- ‘m so close, please baby,” you whine, moving your hands cup his face.
He whines. Nodding he picks up his pace, mindful to prevent the slapping sounds of your bodies meeting. His hand that had been on your throat, skims down your body to rub against your clit. His orgasm rapidly approaching he turns his thrusts deep, pressing his whole thick length into you, reaching such depths you drop your head to his shoulder, teeth bared on his skin, breathing through the blinding sensation.
“Come on my cock baby, fuckin’ give it to me” he grunts meeting your eyes as you look up at him. With one, two swipes of his fingers on your clit. You come- hard.
He steals your mouth with his, swallowing your cries of pleasure. Your pussy clenching so tight on his length he swears as he follows you off the edge.
With one deep thrust, he empties himself inside of you, filling you with his hot come. His breath shallow against your mouth, he grinds into you, allowing you to ride out the remaining throes of your orgasm. “Fuck,” he pants, watching you come back down from your high. He slowly pulls out of you, hissing at your tightness, you- whining at the loss of him making him chuckle.
You sag against him, breathless as he sets your feet back on the ground, crouching to fix your dress. His eyes twinkling with mischief seeing the wrinkles on the fabric. He pauses as he sees his come running down your thigh. Two fingers trace up your thigh gathering his release and pushing it back into your, now- very sensitive pussy. “Can’t let it go to waste now can we?” he winks up at you, standing back up. His hand runs down your hair fixing it to the best he can. You huff a laugh. “Jealous much James?’ you tease, taking his hand, intertwining your hands. He chuckles falling into a walk next to you, smirking at the slight tremble in your legs.
“Only when it comes to things that are mine.” he murmurs, moving his hand to press against your lower back, guiding you back to the party.
⋆｡°✩ pairings: construction worker! agatha x reader
⋆｡°✩ word count: 2.7k
⋆｡°✩ summary: you bring agatha her lunch and things escalate.
⋆｡°✩ cw: oral (a receiving), intersex agatha, fingering, chocking, oral fixation (kinda?), degradation, p in v, creampie, agatha being a whiny little shit, soft!dom agatha (if there’s anything else, please lmk!!)
⋆｡°✩ a/n: i’m back 😇
Your girlfriend was at work and you just got out of class and decided it would be nice for you to pay her a visit and bring her lunch since she forgot it this morning. You went to your favourite bagel place and got her favourite sandwich before walking the few blocks to the site where she was working for a new real estate company she had been hired for. You walked through the house foundation estate to the break trailer, where employees go for their breaks and coffee breaks. Knocking on the door, Rio, Agatha’s associate answered, she pointed you to the direction where she last saw her.
You liked Rio, she seemed nice, you’ve only met her a handful of times, she was quite cold but she was always respectable. Following the directions she gave you, you ended up at the end of the cul-de-sac Agatha and her crew was working on.
You spot her in an instant, she was hanging from a contraption harness secured to her waist as she used an industrial sized drill, presumably drilling more support beams into the foundation. Yet you could not take your eyes off her. The wife beater she had on along with the oversized construction vest and the construction pants that hugged her waist tight and the harness that showed off the delicious globes of her ass, you couldn't look elsewhere if you tried. The sun was blazing, meaning she was a sweaty mess, wiping her forehead with her forearm, her head tilting back just a little to lift the helmet she had on.
Your knees went weak as you watched her shout at the men above to bring her back up. Agatha all but demanded respect and you’d be a little liar if you said that watching her boss people around didn't affect you. As she got to the top of the building, you watched her look down and fumble with the hooks from the chair and your mind instantly went to the gutter. From this angle it looked downright sinful. You watched as the men on top of the building watched her nudging each other nodding. You scoffed because if they knew Agatha was aware of what they were doing, they would not be standing there right now.
“Oi pervs, stop looking at my girlfriend!” you hollered at the men, drawing Agatha’s attention down to you. She smiled at you looking back down to step out of the harness, muttering to the men on the roof before they nodded and scurried away. You didn’t mean to get them fired really, they shouldn’t be looking at what’s yours.
You watched agatha make her way through the house in the making until she reached you. “Hi sweetheart, I wasn’t expecting to see you here, it's not unwelcome though.” She nods, taking a hold of your hips pulling you closer to her. “Brought your dinner, you forgot yours at home so I got us bagels” you grin into the kiss she presses against your lips, her tongue cheekily brushing against your lips before breaking away.
Her hand easily finds yours and she leads you through the site to her truck parked right on the outskirts of the town she's working in. She opens up the hatch on the back and you both perch on the back of the truck to eat your dinner. “Look at you being all jealous before” she smirks, nudging you before taking a bite of the bagel, moaning at the taste. Your brain short circuits watching her eat, her eyes fluttering closed, the way her head dips back ever so slightly, relishing in the taste. “Hey, you didn’t want to see the way they were looking at you, besides you’re mine to look at.” you smile, taking her hand, stroking your thumb over it slightly.
“Oh yeah?” she swallowed, her tongue poking out to wet her lips.
“Yeah, you look so good at work, watching you with that drill, being all hot from the work” you sigh looking up at her. “Careful sweetheart, some might say it turned you on” she teased, pressing a lingering kiss on your neck. You shuddered, thighs clenching. “Oh,” she chuckles.
“Did seeing me hard at work get you all worked up?” she mocks you, stroking your cheek affectionately.
You nod, face flushing a beautiful shade of pink, looking down. “Don’t go shy on me now, not when you just made me fire two of my best employees.” Agatha remarks, jumping down from the tail of the truck to insert herself between your legs. “Made me want you so bad,” you whine gripping her shoulders, pulling her towards you. She cups your face, her eyes locked onto yours, “god, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, you know that right,” she mutters, nudging her nose against yours, her eyes briefly fluttering shut. “I know, me too.” you whisper back to her, kissing her softly. Her quick intake of breath makes your heart skip a beat. Her hands grip your face harsh, holding onto you for dear life. Your lips worked in tandem, her tongue grazing your bottom lip, opening your mouth, you let her in.
The kiss turns heated as you both return to the places you’re both oh so familiar with you gasp when you feel her hands slide up your shirt coming to cup your boobs. “Please, I need you so bad, it hurts,” you whimper, hips rolling as she pinches one of your nipples through your bra. “How bad do you want it baby?”
You groan feeling the press of her between your thighs. “Soso bad, please.” You're a mess, she’s kissing down your neck just below your shirt line as to where she can reach. Her lips feel so good against your skin, they’re always soft and warm, just like her really when you get to know her.
“Hop down for me love,” she mutters lightly nipping at your ear lobe. You’re quick to head her instruction looking up at her; her once messy hair now even messier, her lips swollen and red and the look on her face would’ve brought you to your knees right on the road of a town you didn’t know.
Which is precisely what she did. “You know what to do,” she sighed licking into your mouth once more before guiding you to your knees. You nervously looked around just to be absolutely positive. “Don’t worry sweetheart, they’ve closed this road off due to my construction, no one will see you” she soothes, taking your hair into her hand, the light breeze gentle on the back of your neck.
Your hands make quick work of the pants she had on, heavy with tools but you managed, pulling her underwear down with them. Her cock springs out red and raw, looking rather sore. Wrapping your hand around the tip, Agatha hisses, her head flying back. You smirk a little, triumphant.
Leaning forward you lick the pre-cum gathered at the top, relishing in the taste of her. Her hand presses against the back of your head prompting you to go further. “Please, I need you” she sighs, pushing your mouth around her. “Fuck, yes.” She sighs.
Your mouth is full of her, her taste so strong you can feel yourself becoming more heated. You want to please your woman the best you can, so you push yourself down her length as far as your throat would take you before you gag around her. “Shit, do that again baby,” she shuddered pushing you further down.
Eyes rolling back, your hand works to cup her balls. The right choice you gather with the way her moans dance around in your ears and her hips start to thrust into you with more force. “Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna cum” Agatha says, she shrugs off her Hi-Vis jacket, one hand holding the tail of the truck, the other buried in your hair working you up and down her cock.
You moan around her when you feel the lack of oxygen catching up to you and she loses it. She fills your mouth holding you at the base as she floods your throat. “Such a little cockslut for me aren’t you?” she says at the sight of you on your knees in the middle of a road, in broad daylight, looking more fucked out then ever.
“Only for you,” you mutter, before sticking your tongue out to show her that you swallowed all of her. She smirks, pulling you back up and pushing you against the truck. The cold of the truck reacting with your nipples, making them stand up. She pulls down the pants you had on and shoves your panties to the side. Her hands make their way around to your face, shoving two fingers into your mouth. “Get them all nice and wet for me baby” Agatha said, her hand coming down to land a slap to your ass. You jolt forward on her fingers in your mouth, gagging once more. “Atta girl.” she smirks, pressing a kiss to your neck. Pulling her fingers out of your mouth she watches as a trail of saliva follows along and she groans.
You don’t really need to wet her fingers, she knows it too but there’s something about her fingers being in your mouth that you love so you’re certainly not complaining. “You gonna tell me how much you need me baby?” she asks, her now wet fingers teasing your slit.
You groan trying to push back but to your avail she’s pinned you down. “Aht, ask nicely, use your words,” Agatha smirks, proud of how much of an influence she can truly have on you.
“Please Agatha, I need you so bad. Need you to fuck me so good, you’re the only one who can, please please please, need you,” you whine pathetically.
Agatha groans at your proclamation before sliding two fingers right into your pussy. Your back arches, her fingers filling you up deliciously. It still baffles Agatha to this day how you're still so tight for her. No matter how many times she’s fucked you senseless, you’re still so tight the next time around. She thinks it’s more fun for her though, she gets to continually break you open for her.
“Still so fuckin’ fight for me,” she hisses scissoring her fingers into you. Your mouth hung open, the please seeping into every fibre of your being. Just when she curls her fingers just right you jolt at the stimulation, following on by a chorus of moans.
“Yeah? That feel good baby?” she prompts, grabbing your hair once again and pulling your head back to lean over and crash her lips down onto yours. Her tongue invades your mouth once again, swallowing your moans tailored just for her.
“So fucking good please don’t stop,” you cry out trying to buck against her hand. “Nono, you just sit still and let me have my way with you, mkay?” she said, sliding another finger in. Heat rises up your body as you feel your orgasm approach. Nerves standing on end you whimper “Please, i’m gonna cum, please let me cum, i’ve been so good.”
She has the audacity to scoff. “Good? You got my employers fired.” she says fiercely, removing her fingers. Your euphoric buzz fading back out to see. You whined, “I didn’t mean to Agatha, please, I'm sorry, I'll be better.” Trying to reach behind you and pull her closer to you again, missing the heat of her body against yours.
What you said, worked. She sighed, kicking your crossed legs apart, catching you when you almost stumbled, and pushes you back against the truck. The cold metal sends a chill down your spine. ”You’re gonna be a good girl for me and take it, aren’t you?” she grits, running her length along your slit. “Yes yes please please, i’ll be so good for you.” you cry out when she pushes into you. The fill deliciously burning within you. “Fuck, so fuckin tight for me,” Agatha groans, pulling out slightly before slamming back into you.
“Fuck!” you cry when she pushes so deep, nudging the sensitive part within you. She begins to set a brutal pace, her hand comes to cup the back of your neck, holding you down, forcing you to take it. “This was all you wanted huh? Just wanted to be fucked stupid by my cock didn’t you sweetheart?” she mocks, grunting when you tighten around her. “Yes fuck just want you all the time,” whining, you try to pick back, and this time she doesn’t stop you. Groaning at the friction.
You gasp when she lifts one of your legs to reach a further depth in you. Moaning senselessly when her balls come to tap at your clit through her disgustingly rough pace. Hips smack against yours, completely at her mercy. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hands try to grip anything to keep yourself stable, finding the sides of the truck. “Can feel you squeezing my cock, you feel so good” she pants, fucking into you with a renewed vigour. Her hand reaches down to circle your clit, the stimulation igniting the flame within you. Like adding gasoline onto a flame, it burns so fiercely in you that you start to quiver. Her other hand pulls your neck, lifting you head to look at her. Sweat glistens on her skin, her eyebrows scrunched and her mouth slightly open. Bliss is evident on her face; her pace picks up further “I’m so close sweetheart, come on, cum for me” she moans, pressing her lips to yours.
Her hips press into yours with every unmerciful thrust, the feeling so intense your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, legs shaking as your orgasm overtakes you, and you. cum around her cock, squeezing so tight she doubles over groaning. “So fucking tight, one more baby, give me one more” she whimpers.
You could tell she was so close, her breathing became laboured and she was bucking into you relentlessly. Her cock hitting depths of you that had you seeing the cosmos. Her hand worked from the back of your neck to the front, gripping your throat, restricting your airflow.
Her fingers worked double the efforts to being you over the edge once more, “Come on baby, cum. Gonna fucking fill this pussy so full, you’ll feel it for days.” She grunts, slapping your clit with quite a force.
You squeal, your legs shaking, you can't feel your hands with how hard you're gripping the sides of the truck. “Need your cum so bad, please Agatha.” You push back, pressing her into you so far she moans right down your ear. Her breath fanning across your face. She presses into you as she cums, spilling into you. Your mouth hangs open, feeling her so deep in you your knees turn weak. She holds you up as your orgasm takes over you, pushing in and out slowly to draw out the sensation.
Waves wash over you with each roll of her hips causing you to jolt due to the stimulation. “Fuck,” you sighed feeling her gently pulling herself out of you you sulk against the truck. “God you were so good for me.” Agatha sighed, wiping your thighs with her Hi-Vis jacket she bent down to pick up. Once you were clean, she bent back down to pick up your pants, pulled them back up for you. She fixed your hair with the most gentle touches and kissed you softly. “When do you get off work?” you ask her, your hands drifting up and down the length of her back.
“As soon as I saw you, I told Greg and Mark to tell Rio I was going home, and for them to get gone.” she said, smirking at you looking down at your fidgeting fingers. “Don’t worry about them, they’ll find somewhere else.”
“I wasn’t? You just reminded me about seeing you hard at work, I need to come see you more often, especially if this is the reward.” You giggle waltzing back to the passenger seat.
heloooo can u do a beefy!natasha x fem reader where nat is getting overprotective whenever R is just roaming around the compound wearing nothing but an oversized shirt.. fluff with smut? hehe thank uu!!!
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ps: thank you for writing nat fics!!! pls do moree and goodluck on your studiess
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ wc: 0.8k
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairings: beefy!natasha romanoff x reader
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ content: fingering, nipple play, kitchen sex, pet names, marking, if there's any more please let me know!!
requests are open!!
Natasha walks into the kitchen, finding you in one of her oversized shirts that barely covers your thighs. She watches hungrily as you bend over to grab something from the oven, her protective instincts kicking in. “Hey baby.” She walks up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. “I like those thighs in my shirt.” She presses a kiss to your neck, her hands squeezing your hips possessively. “You look fucking delicious like this... I like when you walk around the house wearing just my shirt.” You blush looking at her shirt drowning your body. Her hands slowly slide up your thighs. “But I have a problem with it too.”
“You see, every fucking Avenger walks around here. What if Bucky gets hard looking at your legs? Or Steve gets ideas watching your ass swing in my shirt?” Her hands squeeze your ass cheeks through the shirt. “I don't like sharing what's mine.” She presses a kiss behind your ear. “Come here.” She says turning you around to face her, her hands moving to your bottom as she lifts you up onto the kitchen counter. She steps between your legs, pushing them apart so she can stand there possessively. “See? Now no one gets a free show of my girlfriend's ass.” She smirks, fucking smirks.
“Tasha, they already know I'm yours.” you smile, wrapping your arms around her neck. “Still, I like you like this... Trapped between my legs, wearing my shirt, giving me easy access.” She presses kisses down your neck and collarbone, her hands squeezing your breasts through the shirt. “I'm gonna fuck you right here on this counter, baby. Hard and fast like I like it.”
“Natasha Romanoff, someone could walk in at any minute… your sister could walk in at any minute” you gasp as she pinches your nipples. She grabs your hair firmly, pulling your head forward slightly to whisper in your ear. “Then you better be quiet, sweetheart.” Her hand moves under your shirt. “Show me that pretty pussy baby.” She groans, you’re not wearing any underwear. “Such a little slut aren’t you, anyone could’ve seen you bent over, seen how wet you are” she grunts, gliding her hand down your body to push her fingers through your folds. Your hips buck when she catches your clit. Smirking, she leans forward taking one of your nipples into your mouth. “God Nat!” you sigh, gripping her hair, holding her close to you.
She licks and sucks at your nipple, pulling away slightly, leaving a trail of saliva behind her. She kisses you roughly, her tongue pressing into your mouth. Her wet muscle working in tandem with yours. “Fuck, you’re so sexy baby.” she says coming back to your chest, attaching her mouth to your other nipple.
Your head throws back when she pushes her finger into you. “God, you drive me crazy” she says pressing her lips to your neck, sucking a bruise into your flesh. She’s all over you, curling her fingers just right that has your back arching, pressing yourself further against her. “You’re wearing too many clothes” you gasp, trying to take off her jacket. She chuckles at your feeble attempt, prying your hands away and shrugs it off and takes off her shirt. You’re quick to press your lips to her chest, sucking and licking at her nipples and the sensitive areas of her throat. “Fuck baby.” She sighs, pressing her body protectively over you.
You clench around her fingers at the thought of the sight of you two, mainly just Natasha though. You just know that if you were to be watching right now, the muscles of her back would be flexing as she works her fingers in your pussy. “Feels so good Nat,” You cry out, teeth scraping her neck. “I know baby,” She sighs.
She starts to increase her pace, pressing her thumb to your clit for added stimulation. “Fuck!” you cry out. She grunts watching you with your head thrown back, back arched- all for her. She’s quick to press her lips to yours, devouring the sweet sounds you’re making for her. “That’s it baby, fuck yourself on my fingers.” She pants into your mouth, utterly transfixed by you. Your body starts to move on its own accord, your hips bucking to get her deeper within you. You cry out when she grazes that sweet spot within you. “Yeah? You like that?” she smirks, repeating the motion. You feel your high quickly approaching, your muscles rippling with pleasure.
The buzz within you shatters when she licks the length of your neck and sucks harshly, marking you. She watches you with a smirk of satisfaction on her face, the only words spilling from your lips being her name and choruses of ‘yes’. She keeps going until your orgasm subsides. Slightly shaking, she pulls her fingers out of you. You gasp at the slight sensitivity. Natahsa brings her fingers to her mouth, tasting you, groaning. “You are definitely getting some, let’s go” You sigh giggling at her rampant attempt to put her shirt back on.
Hiiiii I saw you were taking request I’m so excited you’re back!! Can we get a fem reader x Agatha of their first time together with dom!agatha?
first time ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
pairings: dom!agatha x innocent!reader
wc: 2.04k!!
content: intersex agatha!, sub reader, facials, doggy style, pussy eating, throat fucking, slapping, dirty talk, making out, cum eating, p in v, creampie, praise
note: i’m so sorry this is so late i completely lost motivation and my mental health got the better of me. i hope you like this!!
Agatha Harkness, the famous covenless witch killer with a... reputation. That's how everyone saw her. Everyone but you. You push her hair out of her face while she lays asleep and almost naked in your bed. She had a soft spot for you, though she'd never admit it aloud. You lay your head back against the pillow and just stare at her as she sleeps. "I can feel you staring..." She groans, her eyes still closed.
She shifts slightly, her eyes still remaining closed but a faint smirk spreading across her face. She doesn't open her eyes, purposefully maintaining the intimate, relaxed atmosphere. "Come here, sweetheart." Her voice is soft and gentle, yet carries a commanding undertone that's uniquely hers. You hesitantly scoot closer to her, feeling the heat of her body against yours. She slowly spreads her legs, inviting you to nestle between them. As you do, she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you close. Her face nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent.
She hums softly, her breath tickling your neck. Her hands start to slowly wander, exploring your back, your sides, your hips. She's being gentle, almost caring, a side of her you've rarely seen. Suddenly, her hands reach your bottom, squeezing gently. "Have you ever...?"
“Ever what?” You asked confused. She pauses, her fingers slowly tracing patterns on your lower back, hesitation uncharacteristic of her. She takes a deep breath before continuing, her voice lowering even more. "Have you ever been with anyone before? Or is it just... virgin territory down there?”
You gasp at her question, cheeks burning, looking down to your fiddling fingers. She chuckles softly at your reaction, her fingers continuing to trace idle patterns on your sensitive skin. She can feel your heart racing against her chest, your innocence palpable. She bites her lip, feeling a strange warmth spread through her at the realization. "Sweetheart, look at me." She commands softly. Her hands move up to cup your face, her thumbs stroking your cheeks gently. "Come here..." She guides your face closer to hers, pressing a feather-light kiss to your lips. It's different from her usual dominant kisses - it’s tender. "Your first time should be special."
She begins to trail soft, gentle kisses along your jawline, down your neck. Her hands move to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and over your head, exposing your bare torso. She takes a moment to appreciate the view, her gaze filled with a rare warmth and affection.
She leans back slightly, her eyes meeting yours with a soft, almost vulnerable expression. Her hands gently cup your breasts, squeezing softly before moving down to your waistband. She pauses there, her fingers lingering at the edge of your panties. "Can I...?" She asks softly, seeking your consent. A soft smile spreads across her face at your breathless consent. She slowly slides your panties down your legs, tossing them aside. She takes a moment to appreciate your bare form, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. She then spreads your legs gently, positioning herself between them.
She leans down, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, making her way up to your most sensitive area. She teases you gently with her fingers, running them through your folds before slipping one inside slowly. You gasp at the intrusion, your body clenching around her finger. "Shh..."
She adds another finger, moving slowly in and out, while her tongue finds your clit. She's being extra gentle, mindful of your inexperience. She maintains steady rhythm, allowing you to adjust. "Spread your legs wider, love..." Her whisper is husky with desire.
She groans against your core as you press your fingers into her hair, the gesture instinctive and intimate. Encouraged, she increases the pressure of her tongue, swirling and sucking on your clit while her fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot. "Mmm, just like that..." She continues her gentle assault, her fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony. She can feel you getting closer, your legs trembling around her head. She adds a third finger, stretching you carefully as she prepares you for what's to come. Suddenly, she stops and looks up at you with hooded eyes.
Mind fuzzy, you gasp- clenching around her fingers. She laughs softly at your reaction, taking it as an answer. She curves her fingers inside you again, hitting that spot that makes you moan loudly. She withdraws her fingers slowly, putting them in her mouth and sucking your juices off. "Sweetheart..." She hums softly, her eyes meeting yours.
She moves up your body, pressing her lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue, sweet and musky. She reaches between your legs, positioning herself at your entrance. "Is this okay?" She asks, seeking your approval once more before proceeding.
"Do you want me to keep going, or do you want something else inside you instead of my fingers?" Her voice is low and husky, her face wet with your juices. She waits for your response, giving you the option to slow things down or move forward. "Tell me, sweetheart."
"Let me clarify," *She smirks softly, her forehead resting against yours. "Do you want my fingers again..." She slips two fingers back inside you, making you gasp. "Or do you want something bigger..." *She nudges your entrance with something harder, making you realize what she meant.
“I just want you please.” you whine as she removes her fingers from your tight cunt. She smiles widely at your words, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before slowly pushing forward. She enters you inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to her size. You moan loudly as she fills you up, stretching you perfectly. "Fuck, you feel so good..."
Agatha takes control, slowly pushing deeper inside you. She holds your hips firmly as she presses forward, burying herself completely inside your tight pussy. You cry out in pleasure and slight pain as she fills you up completely. She starts moving slowly, pulling out and pushing back in. You watch her body move between your legs. She's trying to be gentle, but your innocent moans and the sight of your perfect breasts bouncing make her lose control. You see the muscles in her stomach contract with each thrust. You decide to wrap your legs tightly around her waist, pulling her deeper.
Agatha's eyes roll back as you pull her deeper inside you. She's now fucking you hard, her hips moving fast and her big tits bouncing up and down. You cry out, leaning forward to take a nipple into your mouth. She groans, leaning down and grabs your tits, squeezing them hard while continuing to fuck you into the mattress.
“Feels s- so good” you cry out around her flesh. "I know, baby... I know it feels so fucking good." She kisses you deeply, her tongue exploring your mouth synchronously with her cock thrusting inside your pussy. Her movements become faster and harder, hitting your G-spot perfectly. “Where do you want my cum baby?” she pants, her hips starting to stutter.
It takes you a minute, being impaled on her knocks the air out of your lungs momentarily. “Fuck baby, where do u want it?” she whines. It takes you a moment to answer, feeling to shy to voice what you want. She smiles gently, stroking your cheek encouraging you silently.
“I want it in my mouth,” you whine quietly. Agatha's eyes widen at your words. The thought of filling your innocent mouth with her hot cum is enough to make her lose it. She pulls out quickly, moving up your body. She holds your head firmly and shoves her thick, wet cock into your mouth. "Open wide baby,"
Your eyes and throat burn at the intrusion, gagging immediately as she stuffs your mouth. "Shhh... deep throat it baby," She grabs the back of your head firmly, pushing you down further onto her thick length. She fucks your mouth hard, looking down at you choking on her cock. "Look at you taking my cock like a good girl..." She suddenly stops. You look up at her through teary eyes, your mascara ruined.
Her cock pulses at the sight of you and she pulls out suddenly, watching you cough and spit from her actions. She smiles wickedly, grabbing her thick cock and stroking it quickly right above your face. "Open that pretty mouth again baby... I'm gonna cum all over that innocent face.”
You open your mouth again watching her as she strokes faster, her face contorting in pleasure. Her eyes never leave yours. Her hips start to buck, her hand stuttering due to her growing stimulation and with a loud groan, she cums hard, hot ropes of cum splashing onto your open mouth and face. She covers you completely, her thick white seed dripping off your chin and cheeks. "Fuck... you look so pretty covered in my cum."
You flinch, but soon swallow her cum and lick around your mouth to try get as much as you can. Agatha watches you. she’s ever seen anything so hot in her life. She leans down, licking some of her own cum off your cheek and kissing you deeply, tasting herself on your lips. "Goddamn, you're a mess..."
She stands up, looking down at your cum-covered face and body. She snaps a picture, smirking, knowing she'll be getting the utmost use of this image. "On your hands and knees, baby. I'm not done with you yet." You struggle to get up into position but Agaths guides you how she wants you.
She grabs your hips, positioning herself behind you. She spits directly onto your pussy, rubbing it in with her thick cockhead. "Making me addicted to this tight little pussy..." she groans, your slick covering her length. She slams back into you forcefully, making you moan loudly. “Taking me so well sweetheart” she pants working her hips harder, pushing your head down into the mattress.
She watches her cock slide in and out your tight hole, her hand coming down on your ass making you gasp. She leans forward pressing soft kisses onto your back. “Fuck baby.” she sighs, panting into your ear. “Feels so good, please.” you cry out, gripping the sheets. She wraps her arms around you, her hand coming down to rub tight circles on your clit.
“I know baby I know.” She increases her pace grunting at your walls squeezing her tightly. She smirks when you shout, hitting that spot deep within you. She pinches and rubs your clit harder, wanting to make you cum all over her thick cock. "Come on, baby… fucking cum for me”
Your body tenses, a silent scream falling from your lips. Your pussy spawning around her. Agatha moans feeling your juices gushing out around her cock, soaking her balls and the bed beneath you. Your back arches, pushing your ass further onto her lap as wave after wave of pleasure hits you.
Your inner walls ripple and squeeze her thick member relentlessly. Your clit throbs against her fingers as she continues to play with it, drawing out your orgasm even longer. "Fuck, baby... your little pussy is cumming so hard..."
Feeling you around her, her stimulation quickly builds back up, her hips bucking faster into you. She grips your hair, pulling you flush against her as she loses control. She pushes into you one last time, burying herself deep. "Baby..." Shegroans, filling your tiny pussy with warm, thick cum. She pulls out slowly, watching her drip down your inner thighs.
She lets both of your orgasms subside before she gently pulls out, careful of your growing overstimulation. She gently lays you down on the bed and spooning you from behind, pulling you close. She kisses your neck and shoulder softly. "My good girl... I'm so proud of you." She runs a hand down your stomach, feeling the cum leaking out of your used pussy and onto the bed.
She picks you up bride-style and carries you to the bathroom. She turns the shower on, testing the water. She places you down gently and helps wash your body softly. "Spread your legs baby..." She cleans your pussy gently. "You were such a good girl..."
cw: oral (n! recieving), scissoring, internalized homophobia? (nat not knowing who she really is)
From a very young age, you knew you liked girls, you were never interested in talking about boys with your friends. You were awkward around them and didn’t know what to say. You once tried kissing a guy to see if you were just sprouting late, never again. You had one or two girlfriends from here and there, but there wasn’t much receiving through your giving. You’d be the one to put all the effort in, to show up and be present, and you were always left hanging. You told yourself when the time was right, you’d find someone.
Natasha had an idea of who she was, but growing up where she did, she thought it was wrong. As much as she tried to break through all the KGB ideologies, a few stuck, and unfortunately, the one that would limit her from finding someone to call her own.
She was strict with herself; some may argue that she was too strict, but she didn’t like to think so. Having a daily routine made her feel free and able to do what she wanted in the order she made for herself. She had never felt more free, getting out of bed at 6 am to go to the gym, shower, and then attend breakfast. She loved her routines… until she didn’t.
You showed up after a month of you being here, you started working out at the same times as her. She wasn’t a fan; she liked you and respected you, but there was something about you that made her feel uncomfortable, like an internal battle. She would often find herself on the treadmill, letting her eyes wander until they grounded on you, whether you were doing curls or crunches or squats, her eyes would be fixated on you. She would realise what she was doing and soon shake herself from her stupor before you noticed. Or so she thought.
You could always feel when Natasha’s eyes were on you. You yearned for it and relished it when your body would slightly heat up from her attention. Right now, Natasha was on the Stairmaster, and you were doing dumbbell squats. You could feel the molten stare of her eyes on you. Before she looked away, you turned to look at her, sending her a wink. Her eyes quickly averted from you to bounce around the room. You smiled, gathering your things and leaving.
The next day, Natasha made sure to take the treadmill facing outside the compound. You found it amusing. Little did you know, she watched you through the window’s reflection.
One afternoon, Natasha was sitting in the kitchen doing some work, so you decided to join her. “Hey Natasha!” you smile, sitting across from her with your book. She muttered a ‘hi’, looking down at her reports. You two sat there for at least an hour or two doing your own thing when Natasha got up packing away her things. “Do you want to go for a walk with me, maybe a coffee?” she asked, looking at you expectantly. “Yeah, sure, let me go get my cardigan”, you smile at her.
You two walked and walked and talked and talked. Natasha was telling herself it shouldn’t affect her; she was out of that place and shouldn’t care. Yet she somewhat found herself caring. “Can I ask you a question?” she asks shyly. “Of course” you smile at her. “How did you.. Like.. when did you know you liked girls?” looking down at her coffee. She almost didn’t expect you to answer, yet you did. The question took you off guard a little, until you realised that she was still waiting for you to answer. “I knew when I was little, my friends were going out with boys, yet I wanting to go out with them. I had zero interest in any of the opposite gender and still don’t,” you said, looking ahead of you.
You knew that it must’ve taken some courage for Natasha to ask you a question like that to keep looking at her; it felt almost cruel, especially when she was asking questions about her sexuality (you figured, anyway). “Didn’t any part of you tell you it was wrong?” she asked quietly. You stopped and then turned to look at her, “It’s just love, Natasha. I don’t know what you have been told, but love comes in variety, just like everything else. You really needn’t worry about what everyone else would say; if you stay true to yourself, you’ll find yourself happy, if not, then you will live a sad, miserable life.” you say softly, gently taking hold of her hand, to which she held tighter. “I’m trying to come to terms with it,” she says, looking at you once again. “When you do, you’ll know where to find me”, you smile at her.
That night, Natasha couldn’t sleep; her mind was too loud. She found herself reading poetry of all things, sapphic poetry. She was looking up pictures and watching videos of girlfriends going about their lives all in love with each other, and she found herself wanting that. Over the week, she ventured more and more into the media, absorbing all she could find and educating herself.
She was still hesitant, of course she would be, it would take some time to adjust to this ignored and locked away part of herself, yet the more she read into it the more and more freedom she felt.
Natasha decided she was going to take you up on that offer, she messages you, ‘I’ll be at your door at 6, be ready.’
When the time rolled around, she was indeed at your door at six sharp, holding a bouquet of flowers. You beamingly thanked her and placed the flowers in a glass on your dresser. Natasha took you on her bike to a nice little restaurant in the city, and then you went to get some ice cream.
Over the few weeks, Natasha and you doted on each other, it was nice, happy. You two would work out together, shower, eat breakfast, and then head to the city. You would bring her to the bookstore, where she would find herself looking through Emily Dickinson and Saliva Plath whilst you did your thing. She started to grow quite a collection of books too, thanks to you. She slowly grew to like reading, whenever she had free time, she would have her nose in a book. You two would sit in her or your room and read or sometimes watch a movie. Natasha felt more and more at peace at being in your presence.
You guys didn’t talk about that conversation you had in the park, you knew she was trying to come to terms with figuring it out, you weren’t going to pressure her into talking about it, that had to come from herself alone and unprecedented.
Early one morning, you met Natasha in the gym, as usual. She wasn’t doing anything though; she was sitting on the benches by the lockers, her hands locked in front of her, looking down at the floor. She heard you come in, and her eyes looked up to meet yours. “Are you okay?” you ask her, coming to sit next to her. She turned to face you, her hands taking yours, intertwining your fingers. “Just let me,” she whispers, looking at you and slightly nodding. Your heart felt as though it jumped into your throat as she inched further and further towards you. First, you felt her lips lightly brush against yours, then you felt her hands holding the back of your head, pressing herself further into you. Your eyes fluttered, your hands moving to hold her arms circling your neck. Her lips were slowly moving against yours, sensually exploring you. You dared to slip your tongue into her mouth, earning a slight whimper in response. You kiss her back, aching to have her in this way, all those looks shes been giving you, made you want her all the more. Her delicate lips work against yours, her own tongue pressing against yours. The kiss turning sloppy as you both try to absorb all each was willing to give.
Pulling away, most reluctantly, you whisper “Nat.. are you… Are you sure, I mean?” taking her face in your hands, thumbs slightly stroking her cheek. “Yes, I want to try,” she says, pressing her lips back to you. “Try as in?” you ask against her, holding her hips as she came to situate herself on your lap. “Yes,” she whines, her hips lightly rolling against yours.
“Natasha, listen to me. Are you sure you want to? I don’t want to seem to push you into this.” She looks at you, smiling softly. “I do. I’ve been thinking about it, and I want to,” she says. “Your room or mine?” you ask, standing up and holding her against you. “Yours,” she whispers, softly pressing kisses to your heck, her hands wrapping around you.
You’re quick to return to your room, softly depositing her on your bed. The sight of her in your space makes your heart melt. She’s quick to pull you down atop her, her arms bracing you against her. You slowly kiss her, trailing your hands up her body. She sighs against you, taking your hands and pushing them onto her chest. “Touch me,” she says hotly in your ear. “I want this. You won’t hurt me,” she continues. Your mouth moves to her neck, softly nipping at the skin, soothing it with your tongue.
Her sighs and whines feel like music to your ears. You pull her shirt off, working at the sports bra she also had on. “So pretty, for me?” your mouth is quick to attach to her nipple, softly stroking your tongue over it, she nods. Your fingers rolled the other nipple, softly pinching it. Her hands scraped through your hair, her hips rising to work against your thigh. “Oh, that’s good”, Natasha whimpered. Slowly working over her, you switched to the other one, licking and sucking. “Please, more, please.”
“So needy,” you whispered, slowly working at her shorts. She slightly raised her hips further, allowing you room to pull them off. She wore nothing beneath the shorts, which made you groan. “Oh Nat, you’re killing me here”, you mutter, pushing your fingers through her folds. She was so wet, you nearly came right there and then. “Fuck” she sighed, shivers running down her body. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” you tell her, wanting her to guide you through this time. “Mouth, please use your mouth!”
“Yes ma’am” you smirk, you take your time travelling down her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, kissing her scars. “You’re so damned beaufitul” you whisper to her, she whines, trying to push your head down to her centre. “And so impatient” you laugh, kissing her clit.
You languidly lick your way from her enterance up to her nerves. “Taste so good” you murmur against her.
Her noises are to die for, shes whining, moaning, whimpering below you. “Oh fuck, that feels so good” she cries, gripping your hair. You fingers come to press against her entrance, slowly pushing into her, your tongue working double time with her clit. “Oh yes, fuck, keep doing that!”she sighs. Smirking against her, your fingers start to speed up, coming to add another in her sopping cunt.
Your tongue alternates between licks to slow suckles. Her body started to shake, her hips coming to buck against you frantically. Your fingers continue to bully her walls as she reaches closer and closer to her high. You could feel yourself starting to ache watching her come apart beneath you, makes you feel some type of way you couldnt quite describe. “Cum for me Nat” you say, trying to work your fingers at an increased speed, curling them into her.
She cries above you her orgasm hitting her hard, her back arches and her thighs tremble as she releases on her fingers. “y/n! Fuck!”
You continue your ministrations, letting her ride out the throes of her orgasm. You slowly take your fingers out, rising up to her. She takes your hand, sucking your fingers of the remaining essence of herself. You groan, feeling her lips around you. Pulling your fingers out of her mouth, you press your lips against her, your tongue working its way into her mouth. She returns it with equal fevour, tasting her self on your tongue.
You gasp when she rolled you underneath her, kissing your neck. “Nat, you, dont have to” you sigh when she licks that sensitive point behind your ear. “Can I try something?” she asks, pulling away from you to look you in the eye. “Uhuh” you nod. She quickly undresses you. You watch her looking at you, the intensity of it all made yout insides feel molten. You had no idea of what she was going to do. But the minute she spread your legs, your head fell back in a groan.
You felt her pressing your centre against yours,”Oh” you smirk up at her. She laughs and adjusts her legs, the movement sending a ripple through you. You both moan when she begins to move, grinding aginst hers, the sound is downright shameful as your hands push and pull her hips against you, bucking up to apply more pressure between the two of you. She pulled one of your legs up so your ankle is resting on her shoulders.
The newly adjusted position has both of you panting and moaning, rutting against each other. “God keep going,” you cry when she comes down to suck one of your nipples into her mouth. The added stiumulation making you shiver, your spine feels hot as she works your body like never before. “I’m so close,” Natasha whines against your chest, circling her hips at a renounced speed. “Me too baby, cum with me,” you reply, crying out when she lightly bites your chest.
Natasha’s mouth detaches from you as her mouth hangs open in a silent moan, your hands continue guiding her hips as lightning rains down you, sending you into a spiralling storm of pleasure. You feel white hot as you feel natasha release all over you, gripping onto her for dear life.
You guys don’t know how long you stay like that, until Natasha detaches herself from you and rolls to the side of you. You huff turning to face her “Are you sure that was your first time with a girl, because like wow,” you laugh. “I’ve been researching” she says, shrugging her shoulders. “Natasha Romanoff, are you telling me you’ve been watching lesbian porn” You giggle when she throws a pillow at your head. “Shut up!” she says worming her way into your arms.
“Does this mean i can ask you out on an official date now?” You whisper into her ear. “Yes, i think it does” she says kissing your shoulder.
