Below you will find a short snippet of something that I am writing from the 'Trust in Me' universe. I know I've been gone super long and I'm really sorry, but thank you everyone who has stuck around.
am currently in my third year of a four year university course, so i'm like hella busy...but i'll try my best to start updating more frequently, even if it's just thoughts to dicsuss with you guys. pls don't hate me lmao.
kisses xx
MINORS DNI (18+ Only) -you WILL be blocked and i'll throw tennis balls at you.
Mob Boss!Reader x Stripper!Natasaha Romanoff
CW: Reader is AFAB, Kidnapping, implied threats of violence/murder, knife used as a weapon.
“Did I, or did I not tell you to have my money by today?” You snapped venomously, your eyes burning a hole into the poor excuse of a man that was strapped to the chair in front of you. You rolled your eyes as pathetic excuses started to come from his mouth, like word vomit, but cut them short as you pressed a blade to his throat and tugged his head backwards by his hair. “I don’t want anymore fucking excuses, you hear me? I want my fucking money,” you snarled viciously as he blubbered in your hold.
“Please, please have mercy!” He begged as his cheeks shone with shed tears as your grip on his hair tightened. It’s a funny thing that when you first started in this business, as nothing more than a grunt from some already forgotten ‘big boss’, you used to feel remorse and sympathy for the people in this position. Now was a time where you had far outgrown that, you had seen and done things that some people wouldn’t even have the strength to think about, nevermind go through with committing the acts themselves. “I’ll have the money within a week, I swear! Just please-”
“My love?”
You bristled when you heard the soft sound of Natasha’s voice carry through the room, she knew better than to come and bother you when you were working, and you turned to face her with a stoic expression. “Not now Natasha, I’ll be out in a moment. Go and wait outside.” Natasha glanced at the man behind you, who gave her a pleading look, before she turned her attention back to you and frowned softly at the situation she had walked into. It was her own fault for disturbing you when you had instructed her not to, reassured her that you would come to her as soon as you had finished taking care of business. “I said, go and wait outside.”
Natasha stepped back at your tone, not as familiar with it as she once was, maybe she had let herself get too comfortable and ignored the power and dominating presence that you have. Yes, you had never hurt her, but she still knew that you were the one in charge and she would never contest it, but that doesn’t mean she would be unwillingly controlled. You watched her closely as she came to stand by your side, her arms encircling your own to cling onto you as she rested her head against your shoulder and spoke quietly “I heard him shouting for mercy. I’m sorry I came and interrupted you but…I missed you. I know it isn’t my place to say, but maybe give him another chance.”
Your men audibly gulped at the stern look you gave Natasha. Darkened eyes, clenched jaw, furrowed brows, and not to mention your ragged breathing but Natasha didn’t mind and she continued. “Is this the first time he hasn’t paid you back on time?” You nodded stiffly, not trusting your words, not wanting to snap at your Little Dove despite her insolence. “Give him a chance. Make him pay you back by the end of the week, but with 50 percent interest for the delay.” The man tied up below you was quick to nod at your girlfriend’s input, desperate for his life to be spared to get the money for you.
I am opening my requests for the evening, I’m not too sure what I want to write…so please send i. some scenarios that I can do a short blurb/drabble for.
can be any trope/theme, can even be for one of my au’s such as Prissy Princess or Trust in Me.
Let's talk about it; I receive many asks about retrogrades of different kinds (asteroids, planets...). This is for you to understand this energy when you try to read your chart or placements.
Whenever we see (r) in a natal chart, we know we have encountered a retrograde. Also, the famous Mercury retrograde gives clues about its core meaning.
Now, being born with a retrograde is different from a transit. In transit, the retrograde brings different challenges and some obstacles, and delays to pass for a certain amount of time. In a natal chart, the native is born with it. This means they are always on retrograde challenges and delays.
Retrograde (natal): delays, challenges, obstacles, later on.., difficulty, time to revise the energy, slow learning.
Retrograde (transit any planet): delay in something, a review of a lesson, slow energy, challenges, or misunderstands for a certain period of time. It isn't permanent.
People with natal retrogrades feel really great during a retrograde, so don't be scared. For example, when an astrologer mentions "Saturn is retrograde from___ to ___". This is the time for natal (r) Saturn to breathe without pressure. Many lessons would fall into places like an "aha moment" for the native. To sum up, it's the time when the native can see their issue without their constant blockages.
Note 2:
The retrograde energy applies to the sign's traits and the house, both equally. It's present in the where and how.
For example, Saturn in Aries in the 6th house (R), will have constant delays and lessons to learn through daily life or health. They will have problems with setting their boundaries within their own routines (6th house), and putting their assertiveness into action (Aries). So, these will be hard lessons to take. However, the moment they decide to take Aries's good traits into their life things will be better. These traits are assertiveness, active nature, positivism, and others in creating a healthy routine for them. They will start "paying" their past karma.
People when they see a retrograde placement in their chart:
I've Got You | Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader (NSFW 18+)
Main Masterlist | Natasha Romanoff Masterlist | Prissy Princess Masterlist
Summary: You always find Avenger's press conferences difficult, but Natasha promised you that she would never leave your side even just for a moment. As a good wife should, she found a way to make it up to you when she lost you.
Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, Talks of self-doubt and insecurity, Dickhead paparazzi, Cursing, Implied panic attack. SMUT 18+ MDNI
Smut Warnings: R is a bit of an exhibitionist, D/S Dynamics, Top!Natasha Bottom!R, Degradation, Semi-Public sex, Rough Sex, Hair Pulling, Oral (R Receiving), Breeding Kink, Housewife Kink, Strap-on Sex (R Recieving), Marking (Hickeys/Biting), Implied threesome.
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
Word Count: 3.2K+
A/N: I'm very aware I've been gone for so long, but for the past 4 months I have essentially been living in tents in the middle of random fields with limited service/electricity. I'm hoping to be a lot more active, I hope you guys like this!
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The thought of dating an Avenger had never crossed your mind, you never believed you would have ever had the chance to get on that level of luck. That was until Natasha unexpectedly waltzed into your life at a time when you didn’t realise you needed someone as much as you did, especially someone who loved you the way she did. Natasha’s love was fierce, it was loyal, and it was definitely something that you could never understand how you deserved it. As much as your insecurities might have gotten the best of you, the beautiful redhead was always there to push them away and put you in a protective bubble of adoration and care.
The most difficult, and invasive, thing about dating an Avenger was the press conferences and the galas you would have to attend. The places where anyone and everyone was trying to get the latest scoop on if there were any ‘dramas’ or ‘issues’ between the team, or even you and your girlfriend. Natasha always understands your anxieties, and she does whatever she can to ensure that you’re comfortable, but unfortunately she isn’t always able to protect you, or herself, from rumours and backlash.
You smoothed your outfit down once more and brought your hands to your mouth to chew nervously on your nails, a horrible habit you’ve had since you were a child, and analysed yourself in the mirror. Was there anything that could be used against you? Anything that you could be ridiculed for? Did you look good enough for the gala you were attending? You jumped when you felt Natasha’s buff arms wrap around you, but then relaxed when she began to gently shush you and press gentle kisses to the base of your neck.
“Stop stressing,” Natasha reprimanded gently, “You look amazing, and if anyone else says otherwise, they’re stupid or blind…maybe even both.” The redhead smiled at the small chuckle you let out as you held her hands tighter, her cold ones being a nice contrast against your warm ones. “I’m sorry, I just…You know how I feel about these things. Like, what if you suddenly decide and think that you deserve better than me, which you do-umph.” You were cut off by Natasha turning you to face her and attaching her lips to yours; you were quick to reciprocate the action and gripped onto her blazer to pull her closer.
Once the two of you broke apart, Natasha rested her forehead against yours and let you fiddle with her necklace. “I deserve you, as much as you deserve me. I could never get anyone better, you are my better and you’re all I could ever want. Do you hear me?” You nodded slowly, accepting the words of your wife. Wife. That was another thing the press had yet to know about, the fact you and Natasha got married in the past month in a private ceremony with only your close friends and family. It was so under the radar that no addresses were given, only designated travel for everybody to get where they needed to be for the big day.
You nodded weakly, fighting off the tears that has started to gather in your eyes, and you held onto Natasha tighter as though you were going to lose her. “I know you’re wanting to cry, detka. I know you…I feel you,” Natasha whispered softly, ”But you don’t have to cry, I’m not going anywhere, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stop you from crying if you need it. Just tell me.” You sniffled and stopped yourself from crying and pulled Natasha in for another chaste kiss before you heard a gentle knock on the door and Wanda’s voice from the other side. “Come on newlyweds, we’ve got to get going and I refuse to walk in on the two of you fucking…again.” Natasha felt the vibrations from you chuckling against her and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it, Wands,” Natasha teased. “Fuck off Nat, now let’s go,” Wanda jested and you smiled more, letting Natasha take a hold of your hand and lead the way.
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As soon as the cars pulled up the flashing lights started and you couldn’t help but whimper a little bit, Natasha’s hand automatically gripping your hand tighter. “There’s more than usual, Natty. I don’t think I can do it, I-I think I’ll just get Happy to drive me home.” Natasha’s brows furrowed and she used her strength to pull you to her and hold you close. “I know Malyshka, it’s a really big event. I promise you that I’ll be by your side the whole time okay? Nowhere else but with you, where I go you will go, where you go I'll go too, okay?” You nodded in agreement and watched as Natasha exited the car first and held her hand out for you, which you grabbed with an iron grip.
The flashes were blinding, the noises were deafening, but you felt grounded with Natasha and you gave a smile as and when you could muster one. You watched your wife with adoration as she gave her attention to fans, rather than the press, and never once let go of your hand. What shocked you is when a fan asked for a photo with Natasha but wanted you to be in it. You blinked quickly, eyebrows furrowed and swallowed thickly. “A-are you sure? I could just take the photo, I really don’t mind,” you rushed out, feeling yet another wave of insecurity. They quickly agreed, a small pout on the teenager's face, “Yes, please! I just think the two of you are so cute, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You smiled at their kindness and agreed to the picture, smiling widely as she took it, and then said your goodbyes.
“You’re doing great, honey,” Natasha praised sincerely, bringing your left hand up to her mouth and kissing your wedding rings. You froze in place at Natasha’s action, and she internally winced as the shouts then changed to things about your personal life, rather than just Nat’s avenging. ‘When did you get married?!’ ‘Black Widow, when was the wedding!’ ‘She’s officially off of the market!’ ‘How much were the rings?!’ ‘When and where was the ceremony?’ ‘Is it true you still have feelings for Dr.Banner?!’ You felt sick to your stomach at the comments of Natasha only just ‘officially’ being off the market when you have been dating for 4 years; the comment of Bruce made Natasha’s whole body tense and you were sure that the reporter wouldn’t leave unscathed.
“Natasha don’t. It’s fine, let’s just go okay? Please just don’t,” you pleaded quietly, analysing your wife’s body language. Natasha glanced at you, then back at the reporter, and sent the reporter a harsh glare before walking away with you. “I don’t understand where they think they have the right,” Natasha grumbled distastefully, holding your hand tighter. “I’m sorry, my love.” Natasha's words worked well to begin to squash your insecurities and you squeezed her hand 3 times to signal ‘I love you’ and she gave you a charming smile and led you back into the thick of the gala.
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Time seemed to be dragging, and considering the word of you and Natasha being married had gotten out, she seemed to be the centre of everybody’s attention. Various reporters, agents, and SHIELD advocates had come to congratulate the two of you, but then held the rest of the conversation with Natasha which you didn’t really mind. It was only when you had lost the feel of Natasha’s hand in yours that you began to panic. She had promised she’d never leave you, that wherever she went you went and now you had been abandoned.
Your head twisted and turned as you searched for your wife; the severity was enough to give yourself whiplash. The thickness of the crowd made it hard for you to weave yourself through it in a desperate search for Natasha, or even someone that you were familiar with like Wanda or Bucky, but you couldn’t find anyone. Your breaths were getting shorter, your patience thinner and your vision blurrier whilst you analysed the room to find the redhead you desperately needed.
It wasn’t until another few minutes that you felt a pinky finger wrap around your own, grabbing your attention, and then get pulled into Natasha’s chest. “I’m here detka, I’m so sorry. It’s alright sweetie, I’m not leaving you behind,” Natasha promised as she tightened her arms around you, letting you rest your head in the crook of her neck. “But you did leave me, I lost you,” you whimpered into her neck, the warmth of your breath had made her body get covered in goosebumps. Natasha frowned at your words and took your hand, guiding you through the crowd and towards the bathrooms where she locked you both in a private stall and kissed you deeply.
You couldn’t help but moan against her mouth as she manhandled you to pin you against her and the wall, her large hands moving down to grope your ass firmly. “Natty,” you whined, pouting when you felt her laugh against your neck. “Shhhh, I’m gonna show you just how sorry I am sweetheart, I didn’t mean to lose you.” You nodded as she planted open-mouthed kisses against your neck, and you moaned loudly as she sucked harshly on your soft spot. “Natty please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” you begged, doing your hardest to move her hands from your ass to where you wanted her, but her strength and grip were too much.
“Here? Right now?” Natasha taunted, a wicked smile on her face. You whined needily, your hips bucking forward to get closer to Natasha in desperation, who in return just laughs in your face. “Who knew my wife was such a slut? Anyone could walk by and hear you, anyone could work in and see you. You’re pathetic.” Natasha teased maliciously. The guttural moan that left your throat at her filthy words sent a pulsing feeling to Natasha’s core, she loved to be mean to you when you were so desperate for her to fuck you. You were beginning to lose patience with Natasha’s teasing, so you took matters into your own hands and discarded what you were wearing to move and sit on the edge of the sink, your underwear moved to the side to be able to play with yourself. “Fuck, Natty. W-What if I want someone to hear us? To see us? See we belong to each other?”
Natasha’s eyes darkened from lust before she marched over to you and pulled you into a bruising kiss, messing with the buckle of her belt. “Such a whore, so if you’re going to act like one I’ll fuck you like one,” Natasha growled against your lips, biting your bottom one harshly. You winced at her roughness but didn’t try to fight it, and melted into her harsh groping and treatment. A surprised squeak left your mouth whilst Natasha pulled you to the edge of the sink and her hands gripped your thighs with an iron grip before she forced them open. “I can fucking smell you, so desperate, you’re like a bitch in heat. Just absolutely begging to be fucked.”
Your breathing became laboured as Natasha lowered herself onto her knees pressing soft kisses, that eventually became harsh bites, from your knee and towards your inner thighs. Natasha wasn’t wrong, the stall you were in smelt like a mixture of your heady scent, alcohol and both of your perfumes; it was beginning to make you feel lightheaded, alongside Natasha’s rough treatment but you loved it. Natasha’s red locks were quick to be gripped in your iron fist as she latched onto your clit and sucked it into her mouth, teasing it with the edge of her teeth. “Oh- fuck, Natasha,” you whined loudly, throwing your head back in ecstasy as you tried to grind against her mouth, moaning more as her tongue pushed against your hole.
Natasha gripped your thighs tighter whilst she ate your pussy like a woman starved; wet lapping sounds filled the air alongside filthy, borderline whorish, moans. The Russian below you always knew what you needed, what you wanted, and therefore didn’t waste any more time stretching out your pussy with her ring and middle finger, starting at a brutal pace. “Yes! That feels so good Natty, please- harder!” “Anything my princess wants,” Natasha replied huskily, her fingers pummelling into you harder than before, making your breasts bounce with each thrust.
It was undeniable that Natasha had an obsession with your tits, how they felt, how they bounced, and how they looked. What she loved most is the way they fit in her large hands as she’d pinch, roll and tease your nipples just for the fun of it. What you loved the most was how they felt in her mouth, the warmth of her tongue lapping at you. Suddenly, you pulled Natasha’s head up from your cunt, whining at the loss of contact, but then pushed her against your chest and moaned wildly as she sucked on your nipple.
You bucked your hips up into Natasha’s hand to create more friction and held her close to your chest, whining as she began to suck harder on your already sensitive nipples. “Just you wait until you’re pregnant baby, you’ll be even more sensitive. I can’t wait for your tits to get even bigger,” Natasha moaned against you. A whine left your lips at the words from Natasha, never hearing her speak to you like that before, maybe being a wife instead of a girlfriend opens new doors. “You wanna put a baby in me Natty?” You questioned with a moan. Natasha looked up at you as you spoke, her eyes lit up in excitement. She nodded against your chest and mumbled a desperate ‘keep talking like that baby’ and rutted her fingers quicker into your pussy.
“Fuck- Want you to put a baby in me so I can be your perfect little housewife,” you moaned directly into Natasha’s ear as you held her against your chest, her assault on your nipples never faltering. A grunt came from Natasha as she fucked you harder, her grip becoming more possessive, and you smiled at the fact there would be marks left by her hand. “I need you,” she panted desperately, a broken whine leaving the back of her throat; you quickly nodded before smashing your lips upon hers and mumbling, “You already have me, my love, now take me.” Natasha nodded and unbuckled her belt, pushing her trousers down her legs to reveal the thick strap that she sported beneath her underwear and you felt your pussy clench around nothing in anticipation. Not only was it one of Natasha’s favourite straps, but it was also one of the bigger ones in your collection that you had only used a handful of times in less desperate times.
“Natty please!” You complained bitterly, your hips bucking up on their own accord, and Natasha gave you a sharp slap against your thigh. “Behave yourself, you little slut,” she growled dangerously as she ran the strap through your slick drenched folds, “Maybe if you beg for it, you might get it a little quicker.” All that could be heard in the bathroom was your wetness being played with by Natasha and your whorish whines but you nodded immediately. “Natty, baby, please! Please please please give me your cock, I’ll be the goodest girl ever if you just-oh!” Your begs were cut off by Natasha slamming her hips into you and the thick silicone toy stretching you deliciously.
“Gonna fill this cunt up with my cum, get you to carry our perfect little babies whilst you stay at home like the precious little housewife you are,” she grunted in an animalistic way to which you could only reply with breathier moans. Natasha’s pace never faulted, and the grip on your hips tightened and you moaned at the idea of marks being left by your wife. “Yes! Please Natty, wanna be your perfect little housewife, give you all the babies you want, I swear!” The redhead through her head back with a loud moan and continued her assault on your cunt, sucking and biting your chest at every given moment.
The intensity that the two of you were going at it sent you dizzy, you were sure that you were absolutely cock drunk on your wife, and you would certainly never complain about it. “Natty! I-I’m gonna cum, please!” You begged, barely being coherent and bucked your hips to meet her already harsh thrusts as she nodded against your chest. “Cum for me princess, cum all over my cock before I fill you up.” You nodded once more, barely able to string a sentence together as your hips stuttered and you took the opportunity to bite onto your wife’s shoulder in an attempt to silence yourself. “Fuck- You’re so fucking filthy my love.” Natasha gasped as she humped into you harder, squeezing the base of the dildo and painted your walls with her thick release, and smiled proudly at your whimpers. “Good girl, such a good fucking girl.”
A broken whine left you as your wife pulled out, but she was quick to shush you and let you rest your head against her as she gently patted down your post-sex hair. “Did so well for me baby, so so good.” You nodded tiredly against your lover's chest, allowing her to try and make you somewhat presentable. Natasha pressed her lips against yours in a gentle way, which contrasted violently with how she was just fucking you, and you smiled against her lips kissing back as you cradled her face.
“I love you,” Natasha stated strongly once she had pulled away. You looked up and into the emeralds which you adored before resting your forehead on hers. “I love you too, so much.” Natasha smiled as you hopped off the bathroom counter, both of you giving each other one last fixer-upper.
“Can I come out now? You’re both decent?”
The two of you stilled at the soft voice that came from the locked toilet stall within the bathroom. Realisation dawned upon you. Not only had you just fucked your wife in what you believed was an abandoned bathroom; The two of you had just fucked and made it so that some poor soul was trapped inside with you the entire time. Time moved slowly as you waited for the individual to leave the stall and you blushed furiously when your best friend walked out, her face as deep red as the velvet suit she sported.
“Well…at least I didn’t walk in on you two this time,” Wanda jested trying to break the obvious tension and your breathing became shaky as you tried to think of how to explain yourselves. Luckily for you, Natasha decided to take the reigns on the situation and teased the younger redhead. “Like what you heard, Maximoff? She is a good little wife, isn’t she?” You blinked quickly as you processed her words and you certainly didn’t miss the way that Wanda’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she slowly nodded. “Stop teasing her, Natty. She’s traumatised enough,” you joked with a small smile and Natasha shrugged taking your hand and began leading you out of the bathroom.
“Next time we may as well invite her.”
“Behave yourself, Natalia.”
Your wife was a menace, but you knew you could never love anyone more than you loved your redheaded Russian.
Main Masterlist | Natasha Romanoff Masterlist | Prissy Princess Masterlist
Summary: MODERN ROYAL AU | Now you and Natasha had started to really enjoy each other's company, it was about time that you actually got the chance to do something fun.
Warnings: Sexual Innuendos, Teasing, Suggestive themes, Near Nakedness (in underwear).
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Platonic), Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff (Married), Carol Danvers x Reader (Platonic).
Word Count: 5.6K
A/N: Am so sorry it took me so long to get part 3 out to your guys! Am gonna try and get part 4 out a lot quicker now that I'm starting to have more motivation!! A hope you like it and it was worth the wait, all feedback and reblogs are appreciated!
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The past few days went by like a breeze, you and Natasha had made it a tradition to have every meal together whether it was just you two, or whether you joined others for your food. Natasha was always grateful for your presence and the two of you had progressed to lingering touches and maybe even a kiss on the cheek, but neither of you had made anything official. The idea of taking it slow appealed to Natasha, originally, but with how understanding and respectful you were it kind of bummed her out that the two of you hadn’t shared a kiss yet. Every time she tried you either got interrupted or you didn’t notice and got distracted by something else and missed every one of Natasha’s initiations. Natasha was a stubborn individual and once she had set her mind on something she wanted, it was only a matter of time until she got it.
The redhead smiled as she watched you devour your stack of pancakes, that were absolutely drowned in syrup, and shook her head with an amused smile whilst she sipped at her coffee. “You’re nearly as bad as Yelena,” Natasha teased as she finished her coffee. You raised your head to look at the Russian and stopped mid-chew, the syrup that drowned your pancakes now slowly dripped down the side of your mouth as you looked innocently at Natasha. “I jus’ really like pancakes,” you mumbled with your mouth full and Natasha grimaced at you which made you quickly swallow your food and mutter a small apology. Syrup still resided in the corner of your mouth and Natasha saw this as a chance to get your attention; erotically, Natasha leaned over the table and brought her thumb up to the corner of your mouth, gently wiping the syrup away, and then leaned back in her chair to bring her thumb to her mouth. You blinked slowly as you intently watched Natasha’s every move shuffling slightly in your seat, whether it was from arousal or embarrassment you didn’t know, and you swallowed thickly as she raised her thumb to her mouth. The digit passed through her slightly parted lips, and you couldn’t hide the small groan that reverberated at the back of your throat as you watched her tongue swirl around her thumb and then pulled it out with a small ‘pop’ sound. “Sweet.”
Natasha smirked at your reaction and you shuffled awkwardly in your seat, diverting your eyes, and you pulled at the collar of your hoodie. Just as you went to reply, you were rudely interrupted by Carol who made her presence known by dropping her books on the table and taking a seat beside you. “Good morning lovebirds,” she joked, nudging you with her elbow as you awkwardly cleared your throat. Wanda sent a harsh glare to her wife as she took a seat by Natasha who still had a smug smile on her features, as much as Carol was oblivious to the things happening around her, Wanda very much had a keen eye to be able to recognise what was going on. You glanced up at Natasha, whose smug smile turned into a gentle one, and she reached over to place her hand on your knee and rubbed it reassuringly. “So, what do you two have planned for today?” Wanda questioned, before giving Carol a sharp kick in the leg when she gave the two of you a suggestive look.
“I uh, I’m doing some of the proper royalty stuff with Nat again today. It’s the last day of our week deal, so that means as of tomorrow I can put you back on your ass Carol,” you jested, a playful smile on your lips as you finished your pancakes. The scoff which Carol released made multiple people turn to face all of you and Wanda glared at her wife’s antics before just ignoring it and turning to have a conversation with Natasha that blocked the two of you out. “So Nat, what happened with you and Y/N before we came over here? Don’t even bother trying to lie to me, you know I know you too well,” Wanda stated confidently as she side glanced at you and Carol to check you both weren’t listening. Natasha blushed heavily at Wanda’s question and explained what happened, a blissful look on her features, and then let out a small huff. “As petty as it sounds, I just want a kiss. Like, I’m so comfortable with her now and I keep making the first move but she always seems to miss it or we get interrupted.” Wanda smiled sadly at the redhead, recognising the predicament that she was in because there was a point where Wanda went through the same thing with Carol. “Why don’t you make your move at the ball? Have you even invited her to that yet?” Wanda inquired, sending her best friend a small smile.
Natasha shook her head with a small sigh, “I haven’t even thought about it, we’ve both just been wrapped up in our own little bubble. I was going to ask her about it today, but I have this overall anxiety that for whatever reason she’s going to say no.” Wanda gave Natasha an incredulous look and shook her head in disagreement, “She’s not going to say no, Natasha. I’m more than sure she’d want to go with you. Besides, who wouldn’t take the chance to see you in a pretty dress and have a dance with you?” The redhead rolled her eyes at Wanda’s compliments, but her attention was quickly captured by your hand on her shoulder, and you smiled down at her. “We need to get going, or we’re going to be late to the sewing thing we have and I don’t want your tutor to get mad at me for making you late.” Natasha nodded and stood from her chair, ignoring Wanda’s pointed look which was a silent message for her to get her act together, and she smiled when you offered her your hand. She was quick to intertwine your fingers together and rested her head on your shoulder as you made your way to the gallery; the walk itself was in comfortable silence before you pressed a kiss to the top of her head and initiated a conversation. “Are we gonna talk about what happened back there?” You probed gently, making sure you didn’t upset her.
Natasha flushed under your intense gaze, and it was your turn to smirk at the hold you had on her and the reaction she had given you to such a simple question. The silence spoke louder than words, but you wanted to hear Natasha say it…say what she wanted. A surprised gasp left Natasha’s mouth when you grabbed her and pinned her against the closest wall, smirking down at her, and you used your index and middle finger to tilt her chin up so she couldn’t look anywhere but you. You raised your eyebrow at her lack of answer and caged her in closer to the wall, tilting your head in amusement, “Come on Natty, when have you ever been shy to voice what you wanted? Especially with me.” Natasha slowly darted out her tongue to wet her lips buying herself a little bit of time, as you were distracted by the action and then tilted her head the opposite way to yours with a small smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and was it not you who said we were going to be late? And now you’re the one wasting time?” You shrugged, gently moving a stray curl out of Natasha’s face, and smiled resting your forehead against hers, “You are extremely cheeky, Natasha Romanoff. But whilst I have you here, I was wondering if you would like to go to the ball with me at the end of this month?”
Natasha pouted whilst she tried to fight off the smile that had started to grow and looked up at you with shining eyes, “That’s not fair. I was meant to be the one who asked you to the ball, not the other way around. You stole my thunder.” The redhead shivered as you let out a throaty chuckle, and you gently caressed the apple of her cheek with your thumb. “Well your highness, it seemed as though you were taking too long. Am I to take your answer as a yes? Or would you prefer me to get onto my knees and beg for you to accompany me?” The air around the two of you seemed suffocating, even though you were in one of the most open parts of the castle, and Natasha was shocked at the way you had her wrapped around your little finger, essentially begging to have your attention at all times. It was your cheekiness that brought out the playful side of Natasha, being entertained by the banter the two of you gave back and forth, and Natasha knew the best way to get you to falter; or so she thought. “I mean…if you wanted to get on your knees and beg for me, I wouldn’t be opposed. Isn’t that what you’re meant to do for your queen?” Natasha teased, her slender fingers tracing over your jaw. The ideology for Natasha of her actions was that you would fluster, but you had other plans this time around. You slowly sank to your knees, looking up at her with a near-predatory gaze, and rested your hands on the curves of her hips. “Natty, Natty, Natty…I would never fight about being on my knees for you, in more ways than one, if it meant I had the opportunity to have you at my side at the ball and wherever else suits. So, am I going to take this silence as a yes to my question?”
Natasha blinked quickly, making eye contact with you as you were still on your knees, your thumbs and index fingers gently squeezing into her hips every so often and she fought the urge to let her legs give way. “Y-Yes,” she breathed quietly, clearing her throat before she continued, “I would love to go with you, and uh, y-you can get off your knees now.” The redhead looked around her, paranoid that someone was going to see the two of you, not that she usually minded people seeing you both mess around, but the position the two of you are in isn’t exactly ideal. You nodded and stood back up to full height, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on Natasha’s forehead, and frowned confused as she stood pouting at you. “Well Princess, you still haven’t told me what you want and you’re now pouting at me, so are you going to tell me or do I have to turn into a mind reader?” It was now or never. You were standing looking at Natasha with that lost puppy look you had whenever you were confused, and it just made her want to kiss that stupid look off of your face. “I want you to kiss me,” Natasha stated confidently, only a small waiver in her voice from when you stepped closer. “I uh, I want you to kiss me because I want to kiss you…please?” You smiled at Natasha’s shyness, pressing her against the stone wall and nodded slowly, your hands moving on their own accord to cup Natasha’s face and you leaned in. Natasha’s eyes fluttered shut, her own hands moving to rest above yours as she moved her face forward; the two of you were so close that she could taste the syrup on your breath from breakfast, but before she could rest her lips upon yours, a strong voice boomed through the corridor.
“Natalia Romanova!”
Both of your heads whipped round to see Natasha’s teacher, Lady Harkness, storm her way down the corridor towards you both and she did not look happy. You couldn’t help but chuckle as she bunched her dress up to be able to walk to you both quicker, but it was Natasha’s broken whine when you pulled away from her that caught your full attention. “Y/N Y/L/N! Don’t think that I don’t know it’s you who is corrupting my perfect Natasha! Making her late for her studies, having her lose focus by messaging her! Now both of you come on!” You grimaced at the reprimanding tone and looked over at Natasha who sported a small pout at being interrupted again and you gently grabbed her hand and entwined your fingers together with a mischievous smile. “Do you trust me?” You questioned quietly, giving Natasha’s hand a small squeeze, and she turned to face you with a confused frown but slowly nodded in agreement; you smiled and held her hand tightly, looking at the opposite side of the corridor to Lady Harkness. “Okay, run,” you smiled as you started your sprint down the corridor, holding Natasha’s hand tighter so she didn’t fall behind and you lead her out towards the stables. She let out a surprised shriek as you lifted her onto your horse with ease and clambered on behind her, wrapping one of your arms around her waist to anchor her against you as you rode out of the castle walls.
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“Are you going to tell me where you’re taking me yet?” Natasha shrieked as you made a sharp corner, the skirt of her dress nearly flying up. She turned to glare at you and you just gave an innocent smile as you made another sharp turn, before finally getting the horse to slow down. The tightness of your arm around Natasha never faltered and she found herself now fully relaxing into your hold, considering you were now going at a pace which didn’t make her want to vomit and she gave your hand a soft squeeze. “We’re here,” you smiled, your horse still trotting slowly through some woodland and towards some hanging vines. “There’s nothing here,” Natasha noted with an unimpressed look on her face to which you gave her waist a small pinch and she shrieked trying to squirm away but you held her still. “Patience should be a trait of a princess should it not? Now, just give it a second,” you playfully chastised, pushing vines out of the way to reveal a gorgeous lake.
Natasha gasped at the sight and tightened her hold on you and you pressed a reassuring kiss on her shoulder, slowly getting your horse to come to a stop. You were the first to climb down and you gently lifted Natasha and placed her onto the floor, and then pulled her into you smiling. “Now, where were we?” You teased as you leaned in with a smile, only to let out a gasp of surprise as Natash wriggled out of your grip and ran towards the lake. “Hey!” Natasha’s melodic laugh echoed through the cove and you were sure your heart stopped for a minute, this side of Natasha was something you didn’t get to see often, but she felt free here and you’d be damned if you were ever going to let anyone take that away from her. “Y/N! Stop being so slow and get over here, come and sit with me!” You heard Natasha shout over at you as you continued your walk over, sitting down next to Natasha and smiling when she rested her head on your shoulder.
“It’s beautiful here,” Natasha commented quietly, taking a deep and relaxing breath before she continued, “What made you bring me here?” You glanced at Natasha with a small smile, basking in the comfort that her resting against you gave you, and let out a soft sigh. “I thought it was somewhere where you’d be able to get away, feel free to just kind of do whatever you wanted. Besides, I come here on my own a lot and it always ends up reminding me of you,” you commented gently, moving your hand to stroke your fingers through her hair and pouted when she moved. “Why does it make you think of me?” Natasha questioned as she moved to sit between your legs and rested her back against your front, your chin sitting gently on top of her head and you smiled wrapping your arms tightly around her waist. “Like you said, this place is beautiful,” you whispered near her ear and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.
Then there was a silence, not one of those uncomfortable and awkward ones, it was very much a silent that was comfortable as you both enjoyed each others company. Natasha never thought that one of her suitors would ever be able to make her feel like this, but she was glad that the one who did was you, you had come straight into her heart and stolen it…not that she’d tell you that yet though. The redhead shuffled in your arms and you instinctively tightened your arms around her, “Are you okay Natty?” “I’ve never been better,” Natasha replied confidently and you smiled at her words and pressed another kiss to her head. “Thank you for bringing me here,” Natasha continued and you smiled just letting her talk. “It’s been nice to actually get out of the palace walls for a change, and I’m enjoying my time with you.” Natasha turned to face you and you teasingly booped her nose before suddenly standing up, making Natasha fall backwards.
“Y/N!” Natasha whined as she brushed the leaves off of her dress and then furrowed her brows when she saw you take off your hoodie and then your t-shirt, leaving you in just your bra and shorts, before discarding of your shorts too. “W-What the hell are you doing?” Natasha interrogated, her face becoming flushed at your half-naked appearance; she had seen girls naked before, but with you it seemed to be different. You smiled and started on untying your shoes and quickly hopped over to a large stick that was attached to a tree and pulled it back straight. “I am going to show you how fun it is, to not give a care in the world. I’m going to show you how to really let loose and let you know you don’t have to be a prissy princess all the time.” “I’m not a prissy princess!” You looked at Natasha with a raised eyebrow and she pouted in defeat at your words; if she was a 'Prissy Princess' at least she was yours.
Her eyes stayed on you as though she was a hawk stalking her prey, she loved the way that the small rays of sunshine that broke through into the cove made your skin look like it was glistening. The heated stare from Natasha was easily noticed by you, and you just sent her a wink before running with the log to swing yourself off the ledge and into the air to then fall into the lake. Natasha let out a small screech as your body hit the water with a lot of force, and ran over to the edge of the lake closest to where you fell in. “Y/N?!” The lack of reply from you alongside no movement in the water sent Natasha into a small panic. What if there were currents you didn’t see and they’ve pulled you under? What if you hit your head on something? What if you had been eaten by a shark? Okay- maybe not the last one, but even so. “This isn’t funny! I order you to come out and show yourself, now!” The scream that Natasha let out when you broke from under the surface had you laughing so much that your stomach hurt; it was only when Natasha huffed and walked away from you that you stopped.
“Aw, come on Natty. I was just playing around,” you explained, following her away from the body of water. Once again you were face to face with Natasha’s stubbornness, and her need to always have things go her way, and you pouted kneeling in front of her. The water of the lake dripped down your skin, every so often making you shiver, and you reached your hand out for Natasha’s, smiling gently when she let you hold it. “Now, wasn’t it you who ordered me to come out of the water and show myself?” You teased gently, not missing the way Natasha’s lips curved up into a small smile. “You scared me,” Natasha admitted quietly, her eyes doing you a once over before she looked at your face with a small pout and furrowed brows. “I thought you had hurt yourself when you didn’t immediately come back up.” You shook your head confidently and used your thumb to gently stroke her cheek and she smiled leaning into your hand. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Do you forgive me, princess?” Natasha shuddered at your tone and slowly nodded which made you smile. “Good, because now it’s your turn.” Natasha’s head tilted in confusion and she gasped in surprise as you hoisted her into your arms, and walked towards the lake with her in a fireman carry, ignoring the way she was writhing in your grip. “Y/N no! I’m still fully dressed, I refuse to let you throw me into that lake-” Her complaining was cut off by you throwing her into the water, still fully dressed, and you cackled loudly.
You were quick to dive in after her, sneakily swimming around her, and made sure to stay in her blind spot as she began to tread water looking for you. “God dammit Y/N! I’m still in all my clothes you bitch!” You swam behind Natasha and swooped her into your arms as you stood to your full height, holding Natasha bridal style in your arms, and smiled cheekily. “You look great, wet really looks good on you,” you joked, smirking more when Natasha’s face flushed at your words, clearly taking it in a different way than you had said it. The younger woman wrapped her arms around your neck and held onto you tightly, smiling gently when you moved some of her wet curls from out of her face. “Can I at least get out of my dress? It's too heavy for me to swim around with you, if that’s what you’re wanting.” You quickly nodded in agreement and Natasha rolled her eyes at your childish antics as she swam back to the shore and slowly stripped off to her own underwear. You swallowed thickly, practically drooling, at the sight of Natasha in black laced underwear, it was something you never expected to see but you’re definitely weren’t complaining. She’s beautiful. You quickly looked away to give her a bit of privacy, the last thing you wanted was for her to get mad and upset with you because you were mesmerised over the way her underwear highlighted the firmness of her ass and perkiness of her breasts.
You jumped when you felt Natasha swim up behind you and place her hands on your shoulders, slowly turning you to face her and rested her forehead against yours with a soft smile. “There, I’ve finally played into your idea of fun. Are you happy now?” Natasha questioned with a playful smile and you gave her a faux pout. “Are you not having fun, Romanoff? My antics too childish for you?” Natasha huffed and pushed herself away from you, swimming away a little, and you frowned. “Natty? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Come back?” You swam towards her and let out a loud gasp when you suddenly got a faceful of water, and heard Natasha belly-laughing in front of you. “Tasha!” Natasha tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly swam back towards you with a playful look in her eyes, and you narrowed yours with caution. “What? Is someone mad that I beat them at their own game? Splashed you before you got me?” You hummed in acknowledgement of her teasing and then pulled her high into your arms, so your head was just beneath her breasts and you smiled up at her. “I mean, you’re in a very precarious position right now, so don’t test my capabilities. In fact…hold your nose.” The Russian looked at you curiously but did as you asked, letting out a small scream as you jumped and body-slammed both of you into the water. The water splashed wildly as you both came up to the surface gasping for air and you coughed heavily after swallowing water from laughing and Natasha threw you a playful scowl. “That’s what you get, instant bad karma.”
You laughed once more which initiated another coughing fit, to the point tears had started to form in your eyes and Natasha rushed over to pat your back to help you get it all out. Once you had stopped Natasha brushed away the few stray tears that were still in your eyes, you smiled down at her wrapping her into the comfort of your arms, and rested your foreheads together. “Thank you, Natty. My own little lifesaver,” you whispered softly, allowing her delicate fingers to caress your face. “You saved mine just as much as I saved yours,” Natasha whispered back and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, but didn’t press the matter as you knew she’d open up when she was ready. The gentle kiss to the middle of your brow made you smile and your whole face relax and you took a deep breath as Natasha looked up at you with innocent, caring, eyes; you moved your hand from Natasha’s waist towards her face instead, letting your thumb drag over her bottom lip. You groaned softly biting your own lip, hard enough to taste blood, when she sucked your thumb into her mouth, looking you straight in the eyes, and then released it with a small ‘pop’. “Behave yourself,” you warned, but it wasn’t very convincing and Natasha shrugged innocently, pulling your head down closer to hers. “If you kiss me, I might just think about it.”
You hummed in amusement at this side of Natasha. The cheeky, flirty, mischievous, and you could even go as far as calling her naughty side of her. It was something you had wanted for a while, to kiss Natasha, but you were always sure that she would either be repulsed or maybe even slap you if you tried. It had been tireless flirting between the two of you recently, and every time you wanted to kiss her you just gave her some more space so the temptation wasn’t as addictive. She blinked up at you, silent and waiting for your next move, and you took a steady breath and leaned closer to the impatient redhead, who had started to shuffle in your arms and smiled cheekily. The redhead’s impatience and stubbornness got the best of her, as she pulled your head down to her and pressed her lips firmly against your own. It was only then that she started to slowly loosen her grip and melted into your embrace as you reciprocated the action, wrapping her legs around your waist. The kiss wasn’t dominating and lustful, it was slow and passionate, the two of you taking the time to explore each other in a more physical sense than normal. All of this was more than what Natasha could have ever dreamed of and you couldn’t help but pull her tighter against you, scared she was going to suddenly slip from your grasp. You smiled pulling away once the two of you needed oxygen and you pressed multiple kisses all over her lips and face to make her smile. “Thank you,” Natasha muttered shyly, looking into your eyes as she continued, “That was perfect and I’m happy you’re the one here with me.”
“Natasha, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than here with you, anywhere with you. I will always choose you,” you declared passionately, refusing to break eye contact with the younger princess. “Do you promise you’ll always choose me?” She whispered insecurely, with a small whine and you pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling away with a smile.
Work of Art | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader (NSFW 18+)
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Summary: Tattoo Artist!R x Innocent!Cheerleader!Natasha. When Natasha loses a bet with her 3 best friends, the forfeit is to go and get a tattoo. The thing Natasha wasn't expecting was how addictive her artist was going to be.
Word count: 8.1K (would say sorry but am not lmao)
Authors Note: It's long as fuck bc av not posted in a hot minute and a loved this idea far too much. This is dedicated to @maximotts birthday (a know am 2 days late) and y'all can thank @twilight-99-tm for making me keep this a long fic instead of splitting it.
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Betting, Kind of peer pressure (?), Pre-judgement, Stereotyping (only a tad), Some jealousy, Receiving a tattoo, Smut.
Smut MDNI 18+: Mommy Kink, D/S Dynamics, Strap-on Use (Nat receiving), Oral (Nat Receiving), Fingering (Nat Receiving), Heavy Praise/Praise Kink, Loss of Virginity, Degradation (Whore), Pet Names (baby, honey, sweetheart, etc.), Dirty Talk, Mentions of Masturbation, Mentions of Porn, Spanking
Natasha whined pitifully as she was pushed down the sidewalk by her friends, all of them chanting and cheering at the fact that their sweet, and extremely innocent, Natasha was going to go and book a tattoo. “Do I have to?” Natasha pouted, pulling puppy eyes at her friends before she continued, “Can I not just do all of your end of year essays?” Maria gave Natasha an incredulous look, Wanda gave her a sympathetic smile and Carol immediately stopped her actions and started to seriously debate the offer. Before Carol had the opportunity to open her mouth, Maria nudged her hard in the ribs, gave her a warning glare, and cleared her throat looking seriously at Natasha. “Even though some of us might have accepted that offer, you know the rules, Natty. Don’t forget that Carol lost the last bet we had and cut all her hair short,” Maria shrugged to which Carol gave a beaming smile.
“That's different,” Natasha scoffed, her eyes narrowed and lips still pouted. “Hair grows back, tattoo’s don’t just disappear, this will be on my skin forever. What will my mother think? More importantly, what do you think my professors and future employers might think?!” Maria rolled her eyes at the redhead’s dramatics, and Wanda moved her aside to continue the pep talk. “Natasha, think about it logically for a second - you’re going to have it done in a place nobody is going to see unless you want them to. I have tattoos and you know that hasn’t stopped me from getting any major job offers, and who cares what your professors think? It’s your body and you’re not going to see them ever again after you graduate next year.” Natasha sighed at Wanda’s words knowing that she was right, as much as she hated to admit it, and rubbed at her face in a stressful fashion. “I guess you’re right, but it’s just not very…me. I don’t drink, or smoke, or anything like that and the only piercings I have are my ears…Please just let me do your essays.”
Carol threw her arm around Natasha’s shoulders and pulled her along towards the tattoo parlour, “How about I make you a deal, red?” Natasha squinted at Carol, used to her deals ending up being something that escalated the situation or got her in trouble which Natasha usually had to get her out of, being the golden girl and all. “What kind of deal?” Natasha questioned cautiously, throwing Wanda a look that screamed ‘help’. “If you get this tattoo, for losing your bet, I’ll get one the next time I get paid and it’ll say ‘Natasha is a badass’.” Natasha snorted in disbelief as Maria and Wanda started to cackle behind the two and Nat just shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I did bring this on myself I guess, stupid high school me.” Carol gave her a gentle smile and ushered the Russian forward once they reached the door of the parlour. “In you go, kid. We believe in you,” Wanda reassured with Carol and Maria nodding in agreement. Natasha nodded at her friends and took a deep breath, this was going to be the first step of permanently marking her body, not being the supposed goody-two-shoes that she’s perceived to be.
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The thick smell of cleaning products hit her nose, almost scent blinding her, and that relaxed her nerves slightly - at least the place was clean and looked after. The last thing she would want is to walk into a dodgy parlour that could possibly poison her or something similar. The ambience of the parlour seemed nice and relaxed, with various designs and artwork scattered across the walls, some more modest than others, but overall it was a comfortable atmosphere to be in. What caught Natasha’s eye was a beautiful owl piece, its wings comfortably spread out as it seemed to be in mid-glide, that’s what she wanted. Just as her fingers were about to trace over the silver frame someone cleared their throat from behind her and made her jump, she was quick to turn around and gulped nervously as a burly man towered over her and narrowed his eyes. “Can I help you? Have you got an appointment?” He interrogated gruffly, arms folded across his chest which made his biceps pretty much triple in size.
“I-I uh, um,” Natasha stuttered, her anxiety through the roof, and she chewed her lip as she tried to form a coherent sentence. “I-I do have an appointment, I have a consultation with ‘spitfire’ I think they said on the phone? Is he here? I’m Nat…asha, I-I’m here to talk about getting a tattoo on one side of my ribs. ” Natasha finished as the man continued to stare her down. This was the kind of man which Natasha’s mother had warned her about, warned her to stay away from, and warned her to always be curious around because you never know what they’re really thinking. He grunted in response to her words and Natasha could feel her hands start to shake as she made her way back towards the exit of the parlour. “I-I guess it’s been forgotten, I-I’ll just go. I’m really sorry, sir.”
As Natasha went to step out of the door she heard another voice, a softer voice and more inviting voice, and she stopped in her tracks. “Thor, stop being so intimidating, you’ve gone and scared the poor girl. Are you okay, sweetheart?” The second voice asked softly, doing a better attempt at easing her anxiety and thoughts than the original guy had. Natasha slowly turned around, feeling proud that she did, and came face to face with what must have been the most gorgeous woman Natasha had ever seen. It was as though she was sculpted by angels, at least in Natasha’s mind, the tattoos that were scattered around her skin caught her attention, that was until the woman’s piercing eyes caught her own. The blush that rose up Natasha’s neck and to her cheeks, from the term of endearment, made her feel warm and she was sure that you noticed and just chose not to comment on the fact.
You smiled warmly at Natasha, recognising the signs of anxiety anywhere, and then turned to Thor with an expectant look. “Thor, say you’re sorry to the nice girl, you’ve scared her half to death,” you scolded gently as though you were talking to a small child. Thor, as the woman stated his name was, changed his demeanour immediately with a small pout on his face and uncrossed his arms with a frown. “I’m sorry little lady, I didn’t mean to scare you so much. I hope you can forgive me and we can start again? I’m Thor, as in the Norse God, and I’m the piercer here,” he explained sweetly, his attitude and manner now reminding Natasha of a golden retriever. You smiled at Thor and then turned your attention to Natasha who smiled at the two of you, her nerves having eased now you were standing in the room, and the fact that Thor isn’t now as intimidating, and rubbed her arm in self-reassurance. “Hi, I’m Natasha, it’s nice to meet you Thor and…I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.”
“The names spitfire, but pretty girls like you can call me Y/N,” you flirted, sending her a cheeky wink before continuing, “Now, let’s get this show on the road, ay?” Natasha’s voice caught in her throat but she nodded eagerly, maybe a bit too eagerly, and felt her cheeks burn from the blood rushing to them as a result of your flirting. She was fully expecting for you to be a man, she wasn’t aware of many female tattoo artists, and the name ‘spitfire’ really threw her off. You led the way for Natasha, your hips swaying in a sultry fashion that had Natasha mesmerised; Natasha wasn’t too sure what this feeling was but she wished for it to never stop. You looked back to check on her and by the looks of the smug, but cute, smile that spread across your lips the redhead was sure you didn’t want it to end either.
Maybe this forfeit will be worth it.
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“No, Carol. I’m telling you that it was like God himself carved this woman…or at least Michelangelo,” Natasha ranted as she pulled her cheer socks up to just below her knee. Carol raised her eyebrow in interest, still tossing the football into the air and catching it again before she turned to look at Maria and Wanda who had yet to comment on the situation. “What do you guys think? Because I think our precious Natty here has a little crush on her pretty tattoo lady,” Carol sniggered, throwing the ball towards Maria who caught it with ease. Natasha pouted at Carol’s teasing, not realising that how she was describing you was in a much more infatuated way than if she just thought you were pretty, she was yet to even have a crush…school kept her far too busy and always had. Wanda stood next to Natasha and gently put her hand on the smaller girl’s arm with a knowing smile, to which Natasha just sighed because that meant that Carol was in fact right and she must have a crush on you. “Well…I think she sounds lovely, Natasha. Why don’t you ask her if she wants to go out for coffee or something? I mean today is the day that you’re getting your tattoo, so you’ve not got time to doubt yourself,” Wanda advised carefully to which Maria agreed, all three of them ignoring Carol singing the ‘kissing in a tree’ song in the background.
Natasha’s brows furrowed at Wanda’s words, “What? It’s not today that I’m seeing her, so I do in fact have enough time to think it over and let my anxiety bully me out of it.” Wanda raised her eyebrow and shared a look with Maria, who also had a confused look on her face. “No? You said you’d booked it on the 23rd at 5, today is the 23rd and it’s currently 4:15,” Maria explained slowly, making sure that Natasha understood every word. “Maria, stop trying to make me paranoid, it’s the 21st today,” Natasha argued passionately, not quite ready to stomp her foot in defiance but she was definitely close to doing so. “Natasha, we’re not even joking. Check your phone, I promise you it’s the 23rd today,” Carol argued back, huffing slightly in defence. Natasha checked her phone, her jaw slowly dropping in disbelief, and covered her mouth with a panicked look in her eyes. “Oh no, I’m going to be late!” She rushed out, throwing all of her school gear in her bag, and she turned to Carol with a pleading look. “Please please pleaseeeee, can you drive me on your bike? My car is in the shop so I got a lift this morning, I’ll do your essay for you!” Natasha begged vigorously. Carol nodded in agreement, grabbed her school bag from her locker, and started walking to the parking lot with Natasha. “Of course, I’ll give you a lift I’m your friend. Plus, you didn’t have to offer to do my essay, I’d have taken you anyway…but since you did offer, I would super appreciate it if you at least helped me with it.” “Yes, of course! Absolutely anything, thank you so much.”
A loud rumbling sound broke you from your thoughts, tearing your attention away from the clock above the door, and you walked over to the window to see what was happening. You squinted your eyes at the couple on the bike and then raised an eyebrow when the second person got off the bike and took her helmet off, it was Natasha. The blonde with her placed the spare helmet back under her seat and pulled Natasha into her arms giving her a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, which Natasha reciprocated without question; they seemed to be that picture-perfect college couple, the jock and the cheerleader. The bell above the door signalled somebody had walked in as you were consumed with your own thoughts, and that sweet voice you found yourself to be waiting for filled the air. “Oh my goodness, I’m so so sorry. I-I got all my dates mixed up and I thought I wasn’t meant to be here for another 2 days; my brain is just fried from finals and I really hope I haven’t made you mad, I’ll make sure to tip you for the wasted time…as well as the regular tip.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at Natasha’s rambling, to which she sent you a small pout, and you grinned happily at the younger woman. “Natty, relax honey. You’re not late, you don’t have to tip for ‘wasted time’ and it’s okay to get things mixed up sometimes. I think what you need to do is give yourself a break, have some time to let loose, go and have some drinks with your friends…but wait at least 24 hours after I’ve finished your tattoo,” you jested in a friendly manner. Natasha’s face flushed red and she rocked slightly on her feet, her bottom lip secured tightly between her perfect teeth. “I-I don’t drink…or do parties unless it’s our pep rallies. I’m a bit of an educational hermit, I like to just study and do my work…I don’t know why I told you that, that honestly makes me sound so boring,” Natasha muttered as she looked at the floor even more embarrassed. You tilted your head in concern and smiled softly as you walked over to her, “Do you mind if I touch you, Natty?” The small shake of her head didn’t do enough for you, so you continued, “Use your words, honey.” “Yes, you can.” You sighed quietly and wrapped your arms around her small frame to give her a tight hug and rested your head on top of her own. “It doesn’t make you sound boring, it makes you sound like the perfect princess,” you joked lightly to cheer her up, smiling wider when a small chuckle emitted from her as she hugged you back.
Once you both pulled away, you gently booped her nose just to make sure that she was smiling and led her to your part of the studio which you had already set up for her appointment, “And here is where the magic happens. Welcome to my studio.” Natasha smiled at the introduction and looked around the space, even though she didn’t know you very well, and only knew you from the few short consultations you have had, she could recognise that this space was very you…and it calmed her. As you got the stencil ready, you turned to Natasha and spoke gently, “Unless you’re wanting to get ink all over that very nice cheer top of yours, you’re going to have to take it off…more so that I’m actually able to get to your ribs.” Natasha swallowed thickly, internally wincing, and you frowned at her sudden reaction as she crossed her arms across her stomach with a frown, but you also noticed how red her cheeks were. “Nat, is everything okay?”
“I-I don’t have a change of clothes,” she muttered quietly, frowning at her lack of planning. You shrugged at her words and sent her a reassuring smile, “I can do it with you just in your bra, it’s not a problem for me. Whatever you’re happy and comfortable with is what’s important,” you elaborated honestly, tilting your head as her cheeks seemed to go even redder. “I-I don’t have a bra either, my bra is built into my cheer uniform so that we don’t look bulky. I don’t really want to sit fully shirtless…not that I don’t trust you, of course, I’m just a bit…nervous and shy, maybe? I’m so sorry, if I need to come back another day I will.” You glanced around your space spotting your black hoodie, made your way to your chair to grab the garment, and then moved over to Natasha and placed it in her hands. “There’s a bathroom back there that you can change into this if you want, and then I can push it up to just below your chest so then I can get to your ribs and you’re still covered. That’s all speaking from if you’re comfortable with this solution to our little problem.”
“Are you sure that’s okay? I don’t want you to do something that you don’t want to-“ “If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t have suggested it. Now go and get changed and we’ll get started, okay darling?” Natasha nodded at your instruction, bringing your hoodie closer to her to try and hide the blush creeping up her neck from yet another pet name, and made her way to the bathroom with a small skip in her step. It didn’t take much more than a moment to realise that Natasha was well and truly obsessed with you, you pretty much checked all the boxes she had for what she wished the person she ended up dating was like. When she came out of the bathroom you smiled at how small she looked in your hoodie, and you looked away once you noticed Natasha start to shy away from your gaze. “Perfect, now let’s get this party started,” you beamed excitedly.
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Surprisingly, Natasha was being an absolute trooper with the way she was handling the tattoo you were used to people moping about it and sometimes even passing out. Natasha was different. You could always tell when you hit a sore spot by hearing the way she sharply inhaled, the sound itself sent a small tingle down your spine and towards your pussy. Your hoodie made her lithe body look even more devouring, but your thoughts kept being directed to how cute she looked in it, and how cute she would look in one of your shirts, maybe even a pair of your sleep shorts. It was completely unprofessional, but you couldn’t help it, she was this gorgeous and innocent little thing that you were ready to corrupt. That was if her golden-retiever ass girlfriend wasn’t in the way. It was hard to believe that you would ever be jealous of a knucklehead jock, but it just so happened that the knucklehead jock had Natasha and you didn’t. A small whimper dragged you from your jealous thoughts, but not before replacing them with more unholy ones, and you pouted slightly lifting your hand away from her to give her a small break. “You’re alright honey, not too much longer now sweetheart. You’re being so good for me.” Natasha nodded with a small pout, her mind racing with your slight condescending tone and the names you called her, and you let out a small chuckle when you passed her some water, “It hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it?” Natasha gave a small nod and let out a small giggle of her own, “Maybe not those exact words, but yeah it hurts sometimes.”
You gave her a teasing smile and placed the water back on the side once she had finished, “So, the little sweetheart doesn’t swear either? My my, you are the perfect girl aren’t you?” Through your teasing, you missed the way that Natasha’s thighs involuntarily squeezed together to release some tension, not that it worked, and she nodded dumbly at your words. “Besides, this will all be worth it. I’m sure your girlfriend won’t be able to keep her hands off of you after this,” you commented nonchalantly, trying your best to keep the sarcasm and jealousy to the minimum. You felt Natasha’s body tense under you and you immediately cursed under your breath, knowing your must have hit a nerve, but you refused to look up from the tattoo you were working on. “My girlfriend?” Natasha questioned lightly, a soft smile on her features as she watched your brows furrow together. “Mhm, that blonde chick with the cool bike. You seem to be that proper movie magic couple, the jock and the cheerleader, the prom king and queen or what not. It seems as though schools are much more accepting than the few years ago I was at college.”
Natasha winced as you hit a sore spot and you muttered a small ‘sorry’, frowning at the idea of hurting her. “How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking that is,” Natasha probed shyly looking at you softly, ignoring the topic of Carol until she got a better read on you. Your lips curled into a smile and you chanced a small glance at the redhead, smirking slightly when you realised her attention was already on you. “I’m uh, I’m 26…Nearly 27. I left college about 2 years ago, graduated and everything, it was wild. What about you, princess?” Natasha’s cheeks flared red at the term you used, and let out a soft moan from her body getting used to the bluntness of the shading, rather than the sharpness of the lining from the tattoo. Your throat felt tight with the sound that Natasha let out, it helped your thoughts spiral deeper into the depths of ungodly, and you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth before you chomped down on it. “I’m 22, I turn 23 and graduate next week.” Natasha bit her lip hard to stifle yet another moan, but it didn’t work out very well and your mouth decided to move quicker than your brain, “You’re making such pretty sounds for me, doll.”
The tension that suddenly filled the air was suffocating, but neither of your could ignore the way it also felt exciting…electrifying. You blinked quickly as your brain finally caught up with your mouth and you cleared your throat awkwardly, “I uh, I’m sorry. That was severely inappropriate.” Natasha stayed silent, the throbbing between her thighs increasing at a rapid rate, her breath got caught in her throat, and her knuckles were turning white from the iron grip she had on your hoodie. “What um- What made you even get this tattoo? It doesn’t seem as though you’re the tattoo type…if that makes sense?” Natasha hummed slightly in acknowledgement at the change in conversation. “I um, I lost a 4 year bet with my friends…it’s rather embarrassing actually,” Natasha muttered quietly, another small moan erupting from her throat as you continued attacking her ribs.
You shook your head, trying your best to free yourself from the inappropriate thoughts that had started to spiral at the sounds coming from the younger woman. “Would you like to talk about the dare? You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable,” you reassured, refusing to look her in the eye. Natasha cleared her throat awkwardly and spoke in a small voice, “I uh, I said that if I didn’t lose my virginity by the time I graduated college that I’d get a tattoo…now here I am.” Your breath hitched in your throat, your hand gripping tighter around the tattoo machine and you took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “I’ve finished now, you can go and look at it in the mirror if you’d like,” you murmured quietly, moving out of her way. Natasha gave your arm a gentle squeeze before she moved around the bed to go and look at the tattoo in the mirror and you unintentionally smiled wide as she broke out into a large grin. “I love it! It’s so beautiful, even better than I could have ever wished it to be. You truly are an artist, thank you.” You slowly made your way over to stand just behind the shorter woman and looked at her through the mirror with a gentle smile, “I’m so glad you like it, Natasha. It’s been one of my favourite pieces I’ve ever done and you sat like an absolute champ.”
“Don’t do that,” Natasha whispered quietly, nearly quiet enough that you didn’t hear it and your brows furrowed. The air around you thickened as you stepped closer to ensure you could hear her properly, but not close enough to make her uncomfortable. “Don’t do what, Natasha? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The redhead met your gaze through the mirror and a small teasing smile appeared on her lips, “Carol isn’t my girlfriend y’know.” The silence that came form you made Natasha shake her head and tighten her arms around herself in an attempt of self comfort. “The blonde that you saw me with earlier, she isn’t my girlfriend. Carol is one of my best friends, I have three. I have Carol, Maria and Wanda, they’re all really good to me…like you. So, I’m going to need you to stop doing that.” After the confirmation of Carol not being Natasha’s girlfriend it was as though all your confidence came flying back all at once, hitting you full force in the chest to wind you, and you made sure that you powered through.
“So tell me, Natasha. Tell me what you don’t want me to do, and maybe you can even tell me what you do want me to do to you,” you whispered, your mouth now dangerously close to the side of Natasha’s neck. “I-I, I um,” Natasha stammered, your hot breath making goosebumps rise all across her body and you tutted pressing a soft kiss to below her ear. “Now now, that’s not good enough, you’re going to have to use your big girl words to tell me, or I will stop. I can promise you that.” The redhead jumped as your arms snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against you and whimpered slightly when she felt the hardness that rested at your pelvic area. “Don’t call me Natasha, that’s not who I am to you, we both know that. I-I like those cute names you call me…that you’ve called me ever since the beginning.”
You hummed in acknowledgement, moving her hair out of the way to grant you better access to her neck, and you peppered gentle kisses across her soft skin. Natasha whined at your actions, subconsciously pressing her ass further into you, and her cheer skirt hiked up slightly which teasingly revealed the white lacey thong she sported underneath. “No shorts under that skirt of yours? Dirty girl. Anyone could see you…see what is mine,” you growled possessively as you tightened the grip on her hips. The younger woman gasped at your grip, pushing herself even further back, and shook her head in denial. “N-No, I took them off before I came here. I promise nobody but you will ever see anything, I swear.” You tilted your head with a smug smile, moving your hands from her hips, and started to caress the soft skin of her abdomen. “You really are the perfect little thing, I can’t wait to make you all mine. Is that what you want? What you need? Someone to take care of you and make you feel good?”
Natasha shivered under your touch and whined needily as your hands travelled closer to her breasts, your nimble fingers gently caressing the underside. You thought you were quick, but Natasha was quicker, and it shocked you when Natasha had suddenly turned around to face you, looking up at you with those innocent eyes…pleading eyes. “Yes, yes that’s all I want. It’s all I need, you and only you…please.” The look in her eyes drove you feral, but this was territory you had never been in before. Natasha was different. Her inexperience and innocence had you excited yet terrified all at the same time, one part of you wanted to fully devour her, but the other part of you wanted to treat her as though she was made of porcelain.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it you, all you have to do is tell me,” you murmured softly as your hand tenderly caressed her cheek. Natasha leant into your touch, her hands moving to gently hold onto your forearm, scared that you were suddenly going to move away and she looked up at you gently biting her lip. “I want you…everything that comes with you,” she swallowed thicky before she continued with even more shyness in her tone, “I um- I want you to touch me…everywhere. Please Y/N.” It was as though time had stopped, she really did want you and you were going to give her everything that you had to offer. You wasted no more time before planting your lips upon Natasha’s, forceful but not quite demanding, and she was quick to hold onto your shirt to pull you closer.
The plumpness of her lips was as addicting as the taste of her cherry chapstick, and her skin underneath the pads of your fingertips felt like the finest kind of silk. You made quick work on tangling your fingers in her hair, as hers locked together behind your neck, and the fact she was on her tiptoes to meet your height drove you wild. Natasha jumped as she felt your tongue trace it’s way across her bottom lip, but your assertive tug on her hair got her to open her mouth, your tongues now fighting for dominance to which she gave in easily. Small moans started to erupt from the back of Natasha’s throat as your wandering hands had found their way under your hoodie and started to grope at her soft mounds, your thumbs teasing her hardened nipples whilst you sucked her tongue into your mouth. Natasha pulled away panting, her thighs rubbing together and rested her forehead against yours whilst you were bent down to her height, “Y/N please, do something, anything…i just-” “Are you wet, honey? Tingly, maybe? You want me to help?” “Yes, please!”
“You’re my precious little angel, you know that? My gorgeous good girl,” you declared as you lifted Natasha up into your arms by the back of her thighs, groaning when she wrapped her legs tightly around your waist to steady herself. You pressed hot open-mouthed kisses to the column of Natasha’s throat, making sure not to leave any marks, and placed her at the edge of the tattoo bed before forcing her to lay down. “I need you to be honest with me pretty girl, have you ever touched yourself? More specifically, have you ever touched yourself-” You pressed your thumb against her already dripping pussy, which was still covered in that beautiful piece of flimsy material, before you continued, “-here?” The bucking of Natasha’s hips helped answer your question, but you wanted to hear it. You wanted to hear her say it and then beg for you; so you gave her a reprimanding slap against her breast as you awaited an answer. “No, I-I haven’t, I’m sorry,” Natasha cried as she kept bucking her hips up against your thumb, moaning quietly at the pressure, and a whine ripped from her throat when you moved your hand away.
“You don’t have to be sorry, dolly. I just need to know how much to give you, know how much you’ll be able to take this first time,” you reassured, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to her lips before you knelt back down to come face to face with her pussy. “Look at the mess you’re already making, you’re insatiable sweetheart. Are you ready for me to have a taste angel? We’ll go at your pace.” Natasha bucked her hips up once more when she felt your experimental lick over her underwear and let out a soft moan at the slight growl that came from you. “Yes, I’m ready. Please taste me, I-I want to feel your mouth,” Natasha begged, her hips bucking up in impatience. There were many things in life you were prepared for but to have this beautiful woman beneath you, trusting you with everything she had, wasn’t one of them; but you vowed to take care of her and make sure form now on she knew how special and beautiful she really was.
Nimble fingers were quick to discard of the offending boundary between you and Natasha, and your fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs as you gave another experimental lick before you eagerly latched on properly. Desperate moans briskly filled the air and Natasha’s hands flew to your head, tangling her fingers in your hair to tug roughly when she pulled you closer to her core. “Oh- yes! P-Please keep going, that feels so good,” Natasha whined, her hips bucking against your mouth to gather even more friction and pleasure from the softness of your mouth. “Fuck, you taste so good princess. All of this, just for me…my good girl,” you murmured against her slit, dragging your tongue through again to collect the wetness that gathered quickly. Natasha’s back arched as you dove deeper into her cunt with your tongue, and sucked her clit into your mouth, “Yes! Do that again, oh please do that again!”
You nodded whilst you continued to lap and suck at her clit, teasing her hole with your fingers and you growled against her when she gave a sharp tug of your hair, to which she apologised immediately but still grinded her hips as she released her juices into your mouth. Natasha released a sharp cry as you pulled away wiping your mouth with the back of your hand in an preadatory fashion, cleaning up the slick on your face, and you shook your head at her antics. “No no, princess you don’t need to cry. You can tug my hair all you want, but I just need you to tell me if you want my fingers, I’ll go slow and you’ll feel good. I swear,” you explained, moving your thumb to go back to teasing her swollen clit. “Yes, I want everything, just please do something,” she cried impatiently, grinding against your hand once again.
It seemed unfair that you were still fully dressed, yet Natasha was so available to you, her short skirt pushed up above her hips and your black hoodie bunched up beneath her breasts; so you quickly discarded of your own shirt and sweatpants, leaving you in just your underwear, and Natasha oogled you immediately with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “You’re beautiful,” Natasha whispered as you carefully clambered on top of her after instructing her to move up on the bed. Now it was your time to flush under her words, along with her near predatory gaze whilst she drank you in, and you leant down to kiss her passionately. Your mouths moved together with fervour, a clash of teeth and tongues, and you quickly undressed Natasha whilst making sure you didn’t catch her tattoo and grunted above her. “You’re fucking perfect, sweetheart. Now just lay there and look pretty, let me make you feel so good, okay?”
Natasha nodded, shifting slightly to get more comfortable, and pressed her lips to yours to ground herself; the redhead jumped, when she felt your finger tease her before you slowly sank kunckle-deep into her, curling your finger perfectly to reach her spot which made her release a pained-hiss as she adjusted to the intrusion.
Angelic. That was the best way to describe Natasha in the moment, looking up at her as you latched your mouth onto one of her nipples, using your free hand to tease the neglected one before swapping, and your eyes rolled back at the younger woman’s heavenly sounding moans which increased when you slowly stretched her with another finger once she was ready. “That’s it, honey, you’re taking my fingers so well. You’ll be ready for my cock soon, I can’t wait to ruin that beautiful pussy of yours.” The russian moaned loudly at the absolute filth that was coming out of your mouth and nodded in agreement, she wanted more of you…needed more of you; your corruption happened easily and now Natasha was this greedy and eager mess who wanted you to claim her and make her yours. Natasha pulled your head into the crevice of her neck by your hair, bucking her hips up to meet your fingers with each thrust, and gasped as you kisses along her throat. “M-Mark me, please.”
You blinked in surprise and the movement of your fingers faulted which ripped out another cry from Natasha, begging you not to stop making her feel good. Immediately you complied with her wishes and started to suck dark bruises onto her neck and chest, moaning more at each whimper Natasha let out. You groaned when her nails scratched harshly down your back, leaving vicious red lines in their wake, as she was pushed into yet another orgasm and you kissed her desperately, mumbling against her lips. “Are you ready for my cock, sweetheart?” “Yes, fucking give it to me, please!” You slapped Natasha’s pussy in warning and gave her a reprimadning look, “Don’t start acting out now baby, I don’t reward brats. Stay my good girl for me and watch that mouth, you hear me?” “Yes, mommy.”
What?
“What did you just call me?” You questioned breathlessly, discarding of your underwear with a smug smile on your features, the cherry-red strap you had trapped now springing up to hit your abdomen.. “Come on baby, tell me what you just called me. I didn’t hear you properly,” you teased menacingly, running your strap through Natasha’s folds, pinning her hips down when she bucked them up. Natasha swallowed thickly, refusing to meet your gaze, and whimpered at the growing ache between her legs. “I called you mommy…I-I don’t know why- I’m so sorry, it just slipped out, I swear,” she sniffled, crossing her arms across her chest as she looked away in embarrassment. You tilted your head in assessment, watching her each and every move as you gently pushed 2 fingers back into her which made her gasp and hold on tightly to your biceps. “So, you’re not as innocent as I thought…where did you hear it from baby? Be a good girl and tell mommy.” Natasha moaned as you curled your fingers expertly, brushing the spot she never even knew existed and her legs trembled as she came closer to yet another high. “I-I saw it in a video, Wanda was supposed to send it to M-Maria but sent it to me instead…and I-I got curious but then felt icky after and- oh!” You moaned as you felt Natasha clench and then release on your fingers and then smiled smugly before gently nipping at one of her nipples with your teeth. “You want me to be your mommy, baby? Take care of you, make you feel good, be with you all the time?” Natasha quickly nodded in agreement, clawing onto you as though you were going to suddenly turn to smoke. “Yes, that’s all I want, please mommy. I just want to be your baby.” You smiled at Natasha’s submissive, compliant, words and kissed her softly this kiss being much different to the other ones that you both have shared; this kiss was slower, more passionate, and you never wanted to let her go.
Natasha gasped as she felt the cool silicone drag across her entrance and whined as you softly bit her bottom lip and mumbled against her mouth, “Are you ready, sweet girl?” Natasha nodded as she pecked your lips once more, “I’m ready. I trust you not to hurt me.” You smiled down at the redhead and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead as you very slowly eased your strap into Natasha, the excessive amount of slick making it easier for the both of you. “A-Ah! Mommy, i-it hurts.” “Shhh, I know baby, it’s gonna be okay. Just breathe for me princess, it’ll stop in a minute.” Natasha whimpered but nodded, tucking her head into the crevice of your neck, and let out a wanton moan as you fully bottomed out but stayed still.
“‘M so full,” she whined against you, doing her best to fight off the need to buck her hips against you as she got used to the feeling. “I know babygirl, you’re being so good for mommy. Are you okay?” You worried, refusing to move your hips an inch until Natasha said so; Natasha nodded and locked her hands behind your neck and pulled you down to kiss her but firstly mumbled a small ‘move’ against your lips. Slowly you dragged your hips backwards, leaving only the head of the toy buried in her, before you slowly pushed yourself back in to slowly repeat that motion and smiled when her whimpers of discomfort became moans of pleasure. “Good girl, taking me so well. Say red if you want to stop, honeybee.” Natasha nodded again, jaw slack as your hips sped up but kept your thrusts soft and shallow, and she moaned loudly digging her heels into the bottom of your back to pull you even closer. “Please mommy, harder. I’m okay, I swear,” Natasha pleaded as she moved her hands to your chest pushed your sports bra out of the way and squeezed firmly, getting you to release a guttural moan and rest your head on her shoulder as you pushed her thighs against her chest and rutted into her harder and deeper.
“You feel so good inside me, mommy. You’re so big,” Natasha slurred hazily, her mind overclouded with pleasure that was making her brain go fuzzy; she had never felt like this before and she hoped that she would now be able to get this all the time. “Yeah? You wanna cum all over my cock baby? Make mommy proud?” You grunted as you manhandled her onto all fours making her yelp in surprise; you couldn’t help it, now that Natasha seemed comfortable it was as though you lost yourself in your own arousal and now pounded into Natasha as you grabbed a fistful of her hair. The redhead whimpered at the sudden change of pace, but the anxiety was quickly taken over by her desire to be absolutely ruined by you and she used her flexibility to arch her back in the perfect way that you’d expect from someone experience.
“Fuck, just like that baby. So well behaved, letting me fill you up with my cock,” you grunted bringing your free hand down onto Natasha’s ass with force, easily leaving behind a bright red mark. The cry from Natasha panicked you slightly until she did her best to coherently ask for it again, and you were more than happy to oblige, pushing her head down and striking her ass a couple of more times, proud of the handprints that now adorned her skin. “You’re just mommy’s little whore now, aren’t you? My little toy that I can use when I want, however I want. Nobody else is allowed to touch you.” Natasha dumbly nodded at your words, her knuckles white as she gripped onto the top of the bed, whimpering desperately, “I-I need to cum, please mommy! I’ve been so good for you- umph!” You grabbed a fistful of Natasha’s hair and pulled her up so her back was flush against your chest, your pebbled nipples digging into her shoulder blades, and continued rutting into her.
“Such a greedy little girl, already made you cum at least 3 times and you’re still begging for more? Needy baby.” Teasing Natasha was a fun game for you, you could already tell how reliant the younger girl was on you and it drove you wild, but it was hard to not give in to what she wanted. After all, she was now your perfect little play thing. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease!” Natasha whined, moving your hand to her throat and getting you to squeeze. A feral growl left you and you rutted more aggressively, Natasha’s breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust and you nodded against her neck, “Cum for me, sweet girl. Cum for mommy.” Natasha threw her head back, barely missing your head, as her body went into a mindless frenzy of shaking and trembling, her high hitting her harder than the others and she cried out your name over and over, her body overwhelmed with the aftershocks of her final orgasm. “Shhhh, I’m right here,” you reassured, slowly pulling out of her and laying her down before you continued, “I’ve got you baby, you did so so good for me. Are you okay?”
The cheerleader blinked slowly as she tried to make sense of your question and smiled when you knelt in front of her, gently stroking the few sticky hairs from out of her face and pressed a iss to her nose. “Yeah, I’m more than okay. A-Are you okay? Was I okay for you? I’m so sorry if it wasn’t good,” Natasha pondered aloud, anxious that you didn’t enjoy it as much as she did. A chuckle broke the silence, Natasha pouting because you didn’t answer her question, and she tried to make her leave but you quickly stopped her with a gentle kiss to which she melted into. “You were absolutely perfect, sweetheart. You did so well for me, such a good girl.” You pecked her lips once more and gently sat her up to redress her into her cheer uniform, smiling as you pulled your hoodie over her head as well and then got dressed yourself.
Natasha looked up at you with innocent eyes, which were starting to brim with tears, and you frowned gently cupping her cheeks, “What’s wrong princess? What’s with the tears, hm?” “Is that it? It’s just going to be over now?” She sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. You shook your head resting your forehead against hers, pressing gentle kisses to her lips, and then hugged her tightly. “Absolutely not, I’m sorry that I kind of lost control angel. But I promise you that I don’t only want this from you, I want to take you out places, spoil you, take you on holiday and just…live alongside you, if you’ll let me of course.” Natasha smiled wide at your words and threw herself at you to hug you tight and you chuckled lifting her into your arms by your thighs and held her close to you. “That sounds perfect,” Natasha whispered against your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to it.
Your arms stayed anchored around Natasha, lifting her with ease, until you moved one of them to gather your things and clean up your station. Natasha shuffled in your arms trying to get down, but you were stronger than her and you shook your head, “Nuh uh, you’re staying right where you are princess, and I’m going to take you home. That is, unless you want to try and walk? Because you can if you’d like to,” you teased with a knowing smirk. The comfort Natasha had in your arms was indescribable but she didn’t want to be a burden for you, not that she ever could be, and she just shook her head and smiled nuzzling back into you. “Fine, but you brought this on yourself,” Natasha teased back, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You made your way to your chair, gently setting Natasha down, and you pressed a soft kiss to her lips before then peppering her whole face in kisses causing her to giggle. “You’re fucking adorable Natty, my favourite girl.” Natasha blushed heavily at your words and shuffled comfortably in your seat andwatched you finish cleaning up the shop. “I just realised I never gave you the money for the tattoo!” Natasha gasped with realisation and you just shook your head and knelt before her, gently pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Also, if you ever want anymore just let me know, because I would absolutely love for you to be my own personal work of art, like the angel you already are.” Natasha whined as you made her blush for what must have been the thousandth time and hid herself in your hoodie; the idea of being your personal canvas now swarming Natasha’s mind and she bit her lip at the idea of you being able to mark her permanently.
Natasha never thought that should would find interest in, and from, someone like yourself; she always believed she would end up with someone who was interested more in their own gain and not someone she could imagine growing with. But seeing you keep looking over with that goofy smile as you finished your work had cemented that she wouldn’t ever want anyone who isn’t you.
