Mine
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Natasha reminds you why you should never make her jealous. Especially not with Agatha Harkness.
CW: 18+, Sub/Dom dynamics, Natasha!Goddess, degradation, toy talk, Strap use (N), Power exchange, BDSM dynamics (dominance, submission, restraint), Jealousy and possessive behavior, Physical restraint (ropes), Mild humiliation language, Emotional intensity, slightly public sexual content, Aftercare and emotional vulnerability, pet names.
Word Count: 1.2k
Reading Time: 6 Minutes
Authors note: I don't usually write anything with a strap, mainly because I don't/can't use them myself when it comes to vaginal use, but I had this idea for a while and had to write it, plus its the first NatashaxReader one!! So I hope you enjoy!
"On your knees princess." Natasha gripped your chin, eyes focussed on your waiting for you to be your obedient self.
"But we're in a chnaging room-" You mumbled, despite knowing that was not going to land well.
"Does it look like I fucking care. I said get on your knees, Now." Natasha’s fingers pushed into your jaw in such a way that wouldn’t leave a single mark. And when you saw she was not going to change her mind, you swallowed thickly,heart hammering against your ribs as you lowered yourself onto the cold tiles of the changing room floor. Your bare knees feeling every crook on your skin, eyes locked with Natasha as she leaned down, fingers still on your jaw and pulling you face to meet hers in a bruising kiss. “Good girl.” she breathed, as your lips parted, a needle pin away from one another. “Don’t move.”
Natasha turned finding her bag, and pulling out the rope you usually use in the comfort of your own home. She held it firmly between her fingers, holding it up to you as clear as day. “Colour?”
“Green my Goddess.” you noded, eyes wide as you watched the way the rope twisted betwen her fingers. She walked slowly and with elegance round you like you were her prey.
“Good girl..arms.” She orders, and you move your hands quickly, laying them against the bottom of your spine “don’t want you getting grabby now. I know what your like when you’re needy.” and you felt your stomach twist with the anticipation, seeing the smirk hover on her lips and her hands gently holding your wrists as she wrapped the rope tight around your skin. She tied one final knot, leaving your wrists against your back before walking round to face you, her boots echoing against the tiles.
Natasha crouched down the best she could, knees bent, fingers gripping your chin again, guiding your face to look up at her “If I could gag you I would, but for what we’re doing, you’ll need your mouth wide open.” Natasha's voice was full of domminance, her eyes fixated on yours, following over your jaw and neck like she was thinking about all the ways she could mark you up with just her mouth.
Natasha waited, watching, maybe hoping you would mess up so she could punish you, but you didn’t. You stayed still, despite the cold tiles digging into your skin.
“Hmm, you’re learning. Good.” Natasha smirked, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling out the strap that had been somehow hidden, your eyes went widened seeing it was one of the bigger ones you had. Natasha knew exactly what she was doing, using that specific one in the changing room of the store.
“You know, moya malen'kaya shlyukha, trying to make me jealous, doesn’t do you any favours. Because here you are, on your knees in front of me. Making me jealous only gets you into trouble and you know it.” Natasha sighed, her index finger trailing down the side of your jaw, making all your nerves light up like fireworks hiding in your skin “mmm, or maybe thst’s what you want... maybe you want Goddess to fuck you stupid?”
“I wasn’t—” you start, but Natasha’s fingers bruise your jaw, stopping you from even trying to make up some kind of pathetic excuse, that would probably have your ass red for a week.
“Shut. Up. I didn't ask you to speak did I?” Natasha hissed, her thumb pressing on your lower lip, moving her head closer to yours so you could feel her breath, and you shook your head in response, your throat tightning stopping any more unwanted sound from escaping. “Agatha fucking Harkness? That’s who you chose? Giggling and laughing at her ridicuous unfunnt jokes.”
“One of them was funny.” You let slip put without being able to stop it, and you flinched, waiting for her to move you and spank your ass, but she didn’t. She stayed silent. Eyes glaring at yours, watching as you shivered from your own slip up.
“Want to try that again? Or shall we talk about you sitting on her lap, and getting far too close?” Natasha growled, the jealousy was seeping through her pours, her grip unrelenting on your chin. “You really wanted to make me mad?”
“No, I just—” You tried again, but this time you stopped yourself, because you knew there was no getting out of the truth.
“Do you trust me?” Natasha crooned, changing the subject just slightly, and despite the question your answer would always be the same.
“Yes my goddess.” You breathed “without question.”
“Open.” Natashas voice was low but firm with authority. Your pulse was raising with anticipation, looking from her eyes down to the strap, and your lips parted fully “Make a single noise sweetheart, and you won’t be coming for the next week.”
The silence hit you like a clap of thunder, hearing the conversation just out side the door made you a little nevous, but you trusted Natasha and you didn't care about them, she just slipped the tip of the purple strap on between your already wet lips. Natasha gripped the back of your hair with one hand and with the other kept your mouth open with her fingers. “Hold still, no pulling back, take what you’re given baby, and breath through it. Don't want you collapsing on me." She smirked a little, watching the heat creep up your neck.
You gave a small nod, fingers turning to fists behind your back as Natasha continued, pushing further into your mouth inch by inch, even as you whimpered, she stretched your jaw futher with the strap, your cheeks flushed, even as your eyes went wide at the noise of chatter just inches outside the door.
“Don’t worry about them—focus on me.” Natasha murmured, her fist tiangled tight in your hair moving the strap to the back of your throat and pushing your head forward just slightly. “Good girl, thats it, take me like the good little toy you are, and maybe next time you won’t go near Agatha fucking Harkness.”
You wanted to say something, to rebuff her words, despite them being true, but you couldn’t—not with your mouth stuffed full of the purple strap which Natasha was slowly shoving in and out of your mouth, watching as you squirmed beneath her, your stomach pooling close to arousal, waiting, watching for the first drip of desire down your thighs.
Natasha continued her pace and your eyes grew wider. You kept your throat open, your lips wet and soft as the drool began to form and slide down your chin, which only made Natasha chuckle. You could feel every inch, every small movement of the large strap, moving in and out of your mouth, making the twist in your stomach grow with every inch.
“That my good pathetic girl.” and after enough time she pulled the strap free from your mouth, sighing gently.
Natasha leaned down kissing the corner of your mouth and wiping the drool away with the pad of her thumb “My beautiful girl. But you are Mine. Only fucking mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes my goodess.” You panted, mumering as you slowly began to get your breath back with Natasha pulling you back up to your feet. She was possesive over you, and you loved it. You needed it. You wer devoted to every part of Natasha, you belonged to her, always, and in every single way.
“That’s it, now lets go home.” She smiled warmly, her voice softer now, turning you around by the elbow and removing the rope, her thumbs gently rubbing over your marked wrists “You are mine, moya lyubov'.”
