Taste
Pairing: PowerBottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)
+ sorority!Nat and minor sorority!Wanda
Summary: Playing Spin the Bottle seemed like a good idea at that time. Who knew Natasha would get so possessive?
Warnings: 18+, Smut, jealous Nat, fingering, oral, bathroom sex (let me know if I need to add more)
The rules of the game were simple.
1) You spin the bottle
2) The bottle lands on someone in the circle
3) You kiss that person
Those were the rules.
You hadn't made them up. You had no control over them.
Yet, as the bottle you had spun just moments before began slowing itself down to a stop, you felt the penetrating intensity of Natasha's glare on you increase tenfold.
Thor...still spinning.
Carol...still spinning.
Tony...still spinning.
Wanda...
...the bottle stopped
"WoOoOoO! Looks like the bottle of fate has landed on Wanda!" Tony loudly decreed, his drunken state making his words slur thickly together, "You know what that means..." You looked up to see a stoic Natasha staring at you.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!" Tony began chanting by himself.
Natasha clenched her jaw together tightly.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!" The rest of the group started joining in with Tony.
You swallowed hard as challenge rose in Natasha's green eyes.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" All of sorority girls around you began as well.
Wanda slowly crawled her way over to you from her spot across the circle, shy smile playing on her lips, "I guess the bottle has spoken." She playfully teased, soft fingers reaching for your cheek. Gently, but purposefully, she guided your gaze away from Natasha, "And the people have too." Her thumb ghosted over your bottom lip, making the goosebumps on your arms instantly rise, "So what do you say, (Y/N), let's give them what they want?"
Your mind raced in thought.
You did want kiss Wanda … but Natasha was going to kill you.
But then again it was just the rules of the game … but Natasha would still kill you.
To be fair it hadn't even been your idea to join in the first place … but Natasha was still going to kil-
Wanda's soft lips pressed onto yours.
All the worries dissapeared from your mind.
Sensing your compliance, Wanda moved a hand to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer and deepening the kiss. Her tongue swiped against the bottom of your lips, asking for permission, and you eagerly obliged. Losing yourself in the rush, your hands instinctively moved to her waist and the brunette took it as a sign to properly saddle your lap.
The distant sounds of your friends screaming in the background was muffled in the heat of the moment.
Wanda tasted like strawberries and cream.
Suddenly, a tug on your collar pulled you abruptly away.
"Let's go." Someone demanded from above you.
You looked up in a daze, sight fuzzily landing on a very pissed off Natasha towering over you.
"I-"
"Let's go." The redhead repeated, lips pursed in absolute command.
Wanda scoffed aloud from in front of you, "Come on, Nat, it was just a game. No need to get so possessive."
Natasha's stone cold eyes flicked over to her second in command, and if looks could kill... "Thank you, Wanda, for that unasked for input. Now watch me pretend to care." The bite in her words were something to behold. Gaze settling back onto you, Natasha raised her brows expectantly, almost in surprise at you still on the ground, "Come on!" She urged, more insistently than before.
Deciding that an angry Natasha was easier to deal with one on one than in a group setting, you moved to stand up, "Alright. Alright."
Wanda rolled her eyes exasperatedly, shifting off of you, "She never shares." The Sokovian muttered under her breath.
Not hearing what Wanda had said, you quickly got to your feet, and the second you did so, Natasha started pulling you away.
"Ouch, Tasha, you could loosen your hold a little." You protested as the Russian dragged you through the crowds of people at the party.
A happy Pietro spotted you from the drinks table, "Hey, (Y/N)! Whatcha do-" The man quickly trailed off upon seeing the furious Natasha, "Nevermind. You look busy." He finished, practically running away from the glowering redhead.
"Look what you're doing, you're scaring away all the guest!" You reprimanded, trying to lighten the mood up a little.
Natasha's face remained unchanged.
Reaching a room at the end of the hallway, she roughly pushed you inside.
The bright lights of the Xi Kappa bathroom greeted you, "Umm, what are we doing here Na-"
Natasha's lips smashed onto yours.
Reacting quickly from the shock, you returned the kiss.
Unlike Wanda's slow and gentle one from before, Natasha's kiss was infinitely more domineering. She was confident in her actions, easily coaxing your mouth open and slipping her tongue in, exploring every inch as if claiming it as her own. Her nails dug into your neck as she held you close.
Then, just as suddenly as she had started, she pulled away, "Ugh." She groaned in disgust.
You frowned at her reaction, trying not to get offended at her discontent, "Ouch?"
Piercing green eyes met yours, "You taste like her." She spat out, words dripping with venom. You furrowed your brows in confusion, not following, "You taste like her - Wanda." She clarified, dissatisfaction written all over her face.
Blinking in shock, you remained silent.
A dark look passed over Natasha's, "You shouldn't have kissed her, (Y/N)."
You tried to study her face, watching her every reaction, "I'm sorry?"
Natasha studied you right back, eyes not leaving yours, "Are you really?" She challenged, pupils wide and blown under the intense light of the room.
You suddenly realized that anger may not have been the only thing the redhead was feeling at that moment. Having seen this side of Natasha before, you immediately knew what she wanted - what she needed. Moving her to the bathroom sink, you guided her atop the counter.
"Yeah, I am." You insisted.
Luckily for you, Natasha chose to wore an easily accessible outfit to the party today- the short plaid skirt she had chosen perfectly open for your ministrations. Running your hands up the soft flesh of her legs, you stared intently back at the redhead, massaging the inner of her thighs. Reaching the apex, you let one of your hands travel to her clothed core, running a knuckle against her panties. Pressing upward and into her clit, you felt the fabric start to dampen.
"I'm sorry for kissing her." You whispered, leaning into the redhead. Latching onto her neck, you sucked harshly, biting down ever so slightly. A soft moan rewarded you. At the same time, your knuckles pressed harder onto Natasha's heats, increasing the pressure on her core.
Her underwear quickly became soaked.
"You know you're the only one for me, right?" You continued, kissing down Natasha's neck and onto her shoulders. Leaning back, she gave your more access to her chest. With one free hand you slid up her shirt, palming her through her bra. With the other, you pushed aside the thin fabric of her panties and entered a long finger inside, quickly thrusting in and out without a warning. With each thrust, your palmed grazed the redhead's already enlarged clit.
"Oh, fuck." Natasha moaned, bucking her hips into you.
"The only one for me." You repeated, lost in the feeling of her tightening around you.
The redhead’s eyes had lost some of their own intensity and began becoming fuzzy. You took her reaction as an motivator, pushing another finger into her needy hole. The feeling of her stretching against you made you hum in intense satisfaction, especially when the inside of her walls fluttered at the intrusion as well.
Grinding in time to your wrist, the redhead met your every thrust.
Her bra now pushed up to reveal her perky breast, you leaned down to take one in your mouth. Sucking lightly, you increased the speed of your movements into her, using your thumb to circle her clit as well.
"God, you're so beautiful." You praised, watching red blossom on her cheeks, "Especially when you look like this. How could I want anyone else?”
A small shake started trembling through Natasha, and you knew she was getting close. Increasing your speed, you scissored your fingers into her, curling up in just the right places.
Pornographic moans filled your ears and you wondered if people could hear her from outside the door.
“Right there, yes, please- ” The Russian moaned, encouraging you on, telling you to go faster. Harder.
Her movements grew more and more sloppy with each passing minute until, without any warning, Natasha’s head threw itself back and the first wave of orgasm ripped through her entire body.
You watched in amazement at the beauty in front of you came undone.
"Lay down." Natasha breathlessly said between gasps as she began to recover from her high.
Pulling your fingers out, you tilted your head in question at the sudden instruction.
Natasha straightened her back and tried to recompose herself, "Lay down." She said again, patiently waiting for you to understand.
Still you didn't.
The hardness returned into Natasha's eyes, "Lay down." She repeated, and you gulped at the return of bossy Natasha.
Hesitantly, you obliged, settling down onto the floor. Simply watching you for a moment, the redhead bit down on her lips seductively, as if in thought. Then, jumping off the bathroom sink, she moved to hover above your face.
Your eyes widened in immediate realization.
"You can say all the pretty words you want, (Y/N), but I think your mouth has some better uses." The purr in her voice and the sight of her exposed pussy right above you made your mouth water hungrily, "You say you're sorry, but I'm still not fully convince.” The glint in her eyes was so damning.
Licking your lips you grinned up at the woman. Her subtle smile back was all that you needed before you hooked your hands around her thighs and lowered her the rest of the way down onto you.
Flattening your tongue out, you ran it along her slit, slowly and purposefully, moaning at the first taste of the Russian. Using your hands to hold her open, you kissed her folds, testing her entrance carefully with the tip of your tongue.
She was so addicting, and you wanted nothing more than to take your time with the fest before you.
Natasha, though, seemed to have already gotten enough of you being in control from the first round. And as if she could sense your ill intentions, tangled her hands into your hair, and jerked your teasing to a stop.
From above you, she frowned disapprovingly down at you, “Enough with the teasing already. Maybe instead of having you prove your loyalty to me, I should just remind of why you should stay loyal myself.”
Oh. Oh.
You might just find that prospect even hotter than taking your time with her.
Not really waiting for an answer anyways, Natasha began rolling her hips, setting a steady rhythm as she started riding your face. Accommodating her movements you maneuvered your tongue skillfully, making sure your lapped up all of her juices as she moved.
“I’ll show you who this mouth belongs to.” She moaned from above you, guiding your mouth to where she wanted.
With Natasha taking the lead, your hands were free to hold firmly onto her waist, gripping it for leverage as she began to get rougher with her riding.
Your nose hitting her clit with each roll and her pussy still sensitive from her first orgasm, it didn’t take long before Natasha came undone again, your name falling off her lips like a prayer.
A loud knock sounded at the door.
“Would you two stop fucking in there? Some of us actually need the bathroom for it’s intended use!” Someone shouted from outside.
There was a clamor of agreement as well.
Chuckling from under Natasha, you realized that the two of you may have overstayed your welcome in bathroom, “We should probably continue the rest of this in our room.” You advised, letting Natasha up from your face.
By the look on the redhead’s face, it would seem that she wasn’t done for the night either, “Let’s go to my room this time, then, it’s closer.” She suggested, fixing her skirt, but choosing to not put back on her panties.
You nodded in agreement, getting off the floor as well. Cleaning up yourself a bit, you smoothed out your appearance to make it less obvious that you just had sex on the floor of a bathroom.
Natasha only watched with amusement.
“Hey,” She suddenly started, making you look over to her in answer. Leaning in, she captured your lips into a heated kiss, “That’s better.” She announced with satisfaction when she finally pulled away.
You quirked a brow in question, “What?”
Smiling, Natasha swung opened the bathroom door, tongue swiping over her bottom lip mischievously, “Oh nothing, it’s just now, you taste like me.”
---- AN: Just a random question, what are our thoughts on a potential wandanat smut? I was playing around with the idea earlier.
