currently thinking abt sub nat trying to be dom, but pinning her hands above her head and saying “what’s the matter, romanoff? i thought you could handle me?” and just seeing her fall apart into a whimpering begging mess
this ask- did something to me
“(Y/N)-“ your name slipped from her mouth before she screwed her lips shut, not wanting anything to follow as she tried her best to keep her composure.
You laughed against her skin, your grip holding her wrists above her head as you pulled back and looked at her, a smirk growing on your face as you saw her eyes look up at you. You could see right through her tough facade.
“What’s the matter, Romanoff?” You said, one hand coming to hold her chin between your fingers as a whimper fell from her lips. She closed her eyes, a shaky breath following before she looked back at you.
“I thought you could handle me?” You asked, leaning down to press kisses against her jaw, down her neck. She let out a shaky breath, her instincts telling her to moan but she fought against them.
“Come on, be a good girl” you cooed, your kisses slowly turning into small bites against her skin as she shook her head, a soft whimper falling from her lips.
“I’m not gonna fucking beg” Natasha breathed out as you chuckled against her skin before pulling back and looking at you.
“You’ll be more than begging by the end of the night, darling”