Most of my asks were telling me to have a masterlist, so here we go!
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Requests are always open; it's just a matter of whether I can get to them, but I love to read them! My favorite to write is g!p nat x either fem reader or wanda, but request whatever you want! Recently, I've been watching The Rookie, and I haven't really seen any fics for Angela Lopez, but I can't get g!p Officer Lopez out of my mind, so I might start writing for her as well!
fluff=☽ smut=♥ angst=★ g!p=🍆
Natasha Romanoff x Fem Reader
from afar ★ - You lost all hope after you stayed in a loveless marriage with your husband, but when a certain redhead moves next door, faith is restored.
dessert before dinner ♥ 🍆- you come home with dinner for you and your girlfriend, but she thinks that you look tastier
high school sweethearts ♥ ★ - your parents are gone for the weekend, so your girlfriend comes over to celebrate your anniversary
my little maid ♥ 🍆- Can you do beefy!Nat, where she comes home to see the reader in a little maid or schoolgirl costumes and fucks the shit out of her with a strap. And makes reader gag on the strap. And maybe a size kink?
my obedient little wife ♥ 🍆- Natasha has just made you her wife, and she is going to take her time worshipping you
try to keep me ♥🍆★ - Hi there!! I saw that you were taking requests, so I thought I’d put one in! I’m obsessed with a rich/Silver fox Nat x innocent reader. Silver fox Nat is definitely manipulative and possessive, and is obsessed with R. Maybe for the fic, Nat just had a really stressful day and gets home late and needs to take her anger out on R? Maybe g!p too? Up to you! Definitely super kinky
fool me once ♥ ★🍆- Wanda or Natasha (maybe both if you can) wanted to have a child with the reader, but then they got divorced and the reader was pregnant, the reader complained by calling saying that she was going to take Wanda/Nat to court for refusing to pay child support, until the reader decided to go to her house and got pregnant again.
exactly what you wanted ♥ 🍆- hi! Can I request g!p nat getting distracted by reader while playing her game ( like a shooting game or something idk 😭)
just friends, right? ♥🍆★- Reader isn't cut out for a friends with benefits relationship, but she has her work cut out for her with Natasha, the biggest flirt on campus.
slivers of you ♥ ★🍆- short lil blurb about pervy nat jerking off into reader’s used panties
dirty g!p nat thoughts ♥ 🍆- dirty thoughts that have been plaguing my mind
Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff
nobody else ♥ ★🍆- a misunderstanding leads Natasha and Wanda to think they have different intentions about their “relationship.”
nothing i can't handle ♥ ★🍆- Wanda is very needy after being exposed to sex pollen, so she goes to her girlfriend to solve her problem. While doing so, she is nervous that Nat will find her disgusting because of her weight, but Natasha assures her just how sexy she is.
three's a party , part 2 ♥ ★🍆- Can you do g!p WandaNat fighting over the reader, but they just agreed with each other to take reader at the same time at a college party.
Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader
locker room ♥ 🍆- Hiiii, I saw that you were taking requests and I just had to ask, could you do awkward emo! Wanda and cheerleader!r where they’re both in high school or college and wanda likes r nd gets all shy and embarrassed around her, so r takes advantage of this and tries to make her as flustered as she can..and wanda can’t take the teasing one day so she builds up the confidence to ask her out which eventually leads to them having sex in the girls locker room 🤭
a/n: didn't know what to write so here are some dirty thoughts about beefy nat. send requests!
Walking in on Nat fucking her fleshlight with your panties on her face. Taking bigger sniffs as she quickens her pace. Looking up at you, making eye contact as she finishes inside the toy.
Natasha bending you over in the mirror as you finish getting ready for girls' night out. Pulling your dress up to your hips, revealing your pantyless ass. Threatening to slip in and fill you up so you’ll be dripping her all night for everyone to see.
Waking up to Natasha’s head under the covers, tongue circling your clit and kissing your thighs. She praises your taste, which spurs you on to flip yourselves over and grind passionately against her willing tongue.
Being a good girl prepared to take your punishment from Natasha as she searches for the paddle. Stripping down and bending into position, just as she likes, bracing for impact and preparing to count.
Lying in bed, soaking through your sexiest lingerie as you read all the texts from Natasha detailing everything she’s gonna do to you after her mission when she gets you back in her arms, but until then, she’ll suffice with a video of you slipping your hands into your sticky panties and playing with your messy pussy.
hey guys! I know it's been a while. It's spring break and I got a new computer, so I really wanna christen it by writing some smut 😈. Also I've been watching the L Word and I have so many thoughts please dm me if you watch it to so we can talk about it! Also let me know if you guys would want some smut with L Word Characters, because I think that's what I want to write.
a/n: bunch of people asked for this + i kinda wanted to see how it’d go as well so i thought id give it a try
edit — im done writing it and im kinda realizing i shouldve just kept it one part 🥲 whatever, i spent a few days on this so here you go
summary: porn with plot and feelings, g!p buff!natasha, MILF!reader, pervy nat; the aftermath of part 1 idk
warnings: smut (penetration, handjob, fingering, tit worship, masturbation), exhibitionism, morally grey relationship, pregnancy, bit of a pregnancy kink so apologies for that, this is gross at times so apologies for that as well
word count: 6k
part 1, part 2
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It takes a while until you connect the dots. By the time you do, two lines tell you what you should've known way earlier.
Natasha dreads class every week. She hates entering a room she knows you'll be in. She hates sitting all the way in the back, trying not to stare. She hates how you dress, how you talk, how you glance in her direction like you're secretly checking up on her.
At the same time, part of her looks forward to it. The desk in your class isn't the same as the one in your office, but it's good enough. Your shirts — top button undone, just tight enough to give her the illusion of seeing what she saw weeks ago. Your lipstick, still red, still giving her whiplash each time she remembers the smudges on her own skin.
And then, looking you in the eyes. Jumping back in time, even if just for a second, and returning to her dorm all hard and desperate. She can't differentiate between lust and love, can't figure out whether it was the sex or something else. Her hand pulls her throbbing cock free anyway, wrapping around it and stroking it in that same, slow and loose way you did.
Minutes later, her cock jerks in her hand. She comes all over herself, and her desk, splatters of cum ending up on the black screen of her laptop. Ever since you entered her life, porn has become useless.
She's pathetic. She knows it. She should be hooking up with whatever girls she can find at parties. Last week, she almost let a blonde from down the hall suck her off — but then she thought about you again, and she pulled her pants back up and left. Instead, she's sitting at her desk and wiping cum stains off her laptop.
You're not doing better, but for you, it's easier to pretend you are. You have a life to maintain, a son to raise, a husband to divorce. You have classes every day, too. You're updating lecture material because the field never stands still, always moves fast. You don't have time to mourn something that shouldn't have existed in the first place.
Sometimes, you make time. At night, after you've packed your son's lunch for the next day, you pull out your phone. You reread the handful of text messages you and Natasha sent each other. Professional at surface level, loaded underneath. Before it can start to feel wrong again, you turn off your phone and go to sleep.
Class is hard for you, too. After catching yourself staring at her a few times too many, you made it a rule to only look at her twice — at the beginning of the lesson, and at the very end. The only exception is when she speaks up, which never happens.
You haven't spoken to her privately since that morning in your bed, either. After you got that email, things happened fast, and once she left, you swore this wouldn't happen again. The sex was mind-blowing, Natasha was easier to talk to than anyone else you've ever met, but in this case, there were more important matters at hand.
Like your career, and your son. If this ever came out, you'd lose your job and, considering your ex husband is the biggest asshole you know, custody of your child as well.
You avoid her. It's harsh, but it's true. You stop going to the cafeteria, stop entering the library during periods you know she's at the university. When other professors mention her, you smile tightly and brush it off — part of you is proud that she's made it this far, and another, hurting part wishes she'd leave again.
Seeing her all the time is stressful. Combined with the ongoing custody battle and the university rapid firing more work at you, you've had an overload of cortisol for weeks now.
There's one particular effective way for you to get rid of the stress. Unfortunately for you, there's no one to help you out.
It's quiet in your office. Outside, it's been dark for hours. Your son is at his father's house. You're in your desk chair, shifting and tapping your fingers on your desk. The need to have someone distract you from everything grows and grows. The images in your head keep increasing in obscenity.
The last time you felt like this, you'd been with Natasha. With her, it didn't take long for you to feel satisfied. But alone, tired, torn? There's not much you can do.
You drag your hand down your face. It's a familiar little gesture. The second you realize what you did, your hand jerks away as if burnt.
In front of you, your computer is still open. You've been grading homework all night, and among the various files, Natasha's as well.
She did good. Excellent. As always, she exceeded every expectation.
You hesitate. The mouse pointer moves slow. The file name is glaringly obvious, flashing between all the others, daring you to click on it.
You do. A text appears on your screen, written in her voice. Every word is hers.
You read it again. You check the comments you made, make sure they're appropriate. You reread her text. It's brilliant. The emails application basically opens without you having to click on it.
The recipient is obvious. The keyboard clacks, your fingers move quickly. The subject line is harder to figure out, but it's not impossible. But the main part of the email? Salutation, email body, closing?
It's inappropriate. You type a single word and immediately delete it again.
Second attempt. You type, one leg crossed over the other, foot wiggling in the air. You're not sure what you're doing. You should pack up and head home.
Somewhere south, about two miles away, Natasha's laptop announces the arrival of a new email.
She’s in her bed, scrolling absently and trying not to think too much again. It’s been a long day. Homework took forever. She had her first shift at her new job and immediately hated it. And now, the one person she’s dreaded to hear from the most reached out.
Again and as always, outstanding work. I couldn’t help but tell you. I don’t think I need to say it, but — expectations certainly exceeded.
Hope you’re having a nice night.
Dr. Y/L/N
She stares at the screen. It’s a simple email, nothing to think about too much. Nothing that should have her fingers twitching against the keyboard like this.
It’s past midnight. Her dorm room is dark. She was about to sleep, but now, she’s wide awake. The mouse pointer hovers over the reply button. She shouldn’t, not with the intention that’d be behind a response, but she clicks on it anyway.
It’s short. You get the email before you plucked up the courage to close the application again.
hope yours is nicer. ps: file is confidential, maybe ill get bonus points
Your heart hammers. She didn’t have to say much to fill your head with filth and make the tightness between your legs grow even more. Surely she didn’t send something like this to your work email. That’d be as absurd as it’d be risky.
You open the file, anyway. With great shame do you realize how disappointed you are when it turns out to be an actual task for bonus points. At the bottom, she scribbled 'what did you expect?'
Nothing. You expected nothing. You slam the laptop shut and get up, start pacing, hand rubbing your forehead. You're hot, sweating all over. It's fine. It's cold, but it's fine. It's just your nerves.
Seconds later, your phone buzzes. You stop abruptly, standing with your back to the blackboard. Weeks ago, it had your back printed on the surface. You reach for your phone, half expecting a message from your ex, maybe telling you to come by and pick up your son. Lord knows he doesn't sleep well over there.
You end up being wrong. It's Natasha, again. The text message itself is brief, but she attached another file. Not a picture — a file.
You hesitate. You're risking enough as it is. But you turn around, almost so you're in the corner of the room, and click on it.
This time, your face burns up. All you saw was her big hand, wrapped around something even bigger, and suddenly, what you thought was bad earlier you now feel tenfold.
You toss your phone. You pick it up again. Minutes later, Natasha scrambles out of bed and rushes out the door. Thank god campus is only a five minute ride away.
. . .
The first thing you notice are the windows. They're not small, but they're smaller, so less light enters the room.
Then, the bedsheets. Thinner, in a navy blue, with a grey bedspread all rumpled. You shift, feel the body next to yours, and almost have a stroke right then and there.
You're still naked. Both of you. Natasha makes a soft noise and rolls over, her hand resting right between your tits.
"Natasha", you say slowly. Your brain is still recalibrating. "Are you up?"
She hums against your shoulder. Her hand moves a little, fingers brushing your breast. Your nipple hardens beneath her touch.
"No", she says.
She twists your nipple, tugging lightly. You moan. "Quit that."
"Hm", she smirks. "Extra sensitive today."
You swat at her arm. She laughs, squeezes your breast for good measure and pulls away. You sit up and rake your fingers through your hair. Your thighs are still sore.
"Did I drink?"
"Not a drop."
"I don't feel good", you mumble, scooting out of bed. Natasha ogles you shamelessly — she can't help it, you're walking around her dorm naked.
She tugs the blanket over her lap before it becomes reason for you to snap at her. You're pacing, trying to think through the fog in your brain.
"Did you eat?", Natasha asks. "Yesterday, I mean. You should eat. I'll grab something."
You shake your head. The thought of eating something makes you want to throw up. You're nauseous as it is, and as far as you're concerned, her definition of 'picking something up' means a greasy bacon sandwich from the cafeteria.
"No. No, just-" You gesture with one hand, keep the other buried in your tousled hair. "What are we doing? I'll lose my job. You'll get suspended. Jesus, my head hurts."
"I got Tylenol", she offers.
"I don't want Tylenol."
"I'll transfer to another university. What's Norwich like?"
You glare at her. She shrugs, slipping out of bed and grabbing her boxers. She tugs them on before you can notice she's hard. It's not her fault she woke up with you in her bed.
"Natasha, this is serious. You know the possible consequences, and this really isn't the time for jokes."
"Who said I'm joking?", she protests, stepping closer. Her arm wraps around your waist. "It's only, what, an hour away? Good enough for me. I could still see you every day."
You look up, challenging her. She glances at your lips, your mark-littered chest, and smirks. You roll your eyes and grasp her chin between your fingers.
"Eyes up here."
"Yes, ma'am."
Heat floods you. You are sensitive. It only took that one single word for your breath to hitch.
Natasha raises her eyebrows. "Oh, you like that?"
"Don't make it weird", you say, shifting and grinding absently. She bites her tongue to keep quiet. "Do you wake up hard every morning?"
"Pretty much", she breathes. "You make it worse."
"Oh yeah?"
You're being mean. Your hand is in her boxers, only rubbing the head, feeling the stickiness coat your fingers. You don't have the time to give her a handjob, nor do you want to stay in her dorm for even a minute longer. The sun has been up for a while, after all, and you have no idea how you'll get out of here without anyone seeing you.
Natasha's not worried about that. Her head has dropped back, her abs are tense. She's seconds away from drenching her boxers, and that's what distracts you. Your lips press against her jaw, gentle but tantalizing, and you feel a gush of precum drip all over your hand.
"Don't tease", she pleads, trying to catch her breath. You tilt your head at her.
"You know we'll have to put an end to this, right?"
Her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her hand grabs your wrist. "Oh fuck- what? Are you kidding?"
"No." Your hand stops its ministrations. "Why would I be?"
She stares at you. "My cock's in your hand."
"There's a last time for everything", you say, finally providing her with that long sought-after relief of going faster. "You'll see."
It doesn't take long for her to cum. You wipe your hands, raise your eyebrows at her, then swivel around to look for your clothes. A bra, a skirt, a dress shirt. High heels, tossed into a corner. You glance at a stack of PlayBoys and straighten up.
"You can't just leave me hanging", she adds, briefly gripping herself through her boxers. "I mean, you keep coming back anyway."
You pause in the middle of folding your shirt. "That ends now", you then say. "No more coming back."
"Uh huh", she says, not convinced in the slightest. She snaps out of her frozen state and reaches for whatever clean hoodie she spots first.
"Don't say that. It sounds like you don't think I'm being serious."
Natasha shrugs, peeking at you. She won't say it out loud, but she indeed doesn't think you're being serious. How could she? After that first hookup in your office, it was you who reached out. Just like last night, too.
You look at her. There's a beat of silence, hesitation, as you stand there and try to reassess the situation.
When you kiss her before leaving, she knows you're not being serious.
. . .
"That's it for today", you say, shutting your laptop. Whispers turn into louder conversations immediately, and the entire lecture hall starts packing their things at once.
Natasha's there, too. She's all the way in the back, watching and waiting, trying to waste time. Students trickle out of the room in pairs, smaller groups, one by one. She stretches out and slowly puts her laptop into her backpack.
Then, the last student leaves. The door falls shut behind him, draining the room of all noise. You glance at her without fully lifting your head.
It's her cue. She slides out of her chair and gets up, making her way to the desk. You put down your purse. Her hand finds the small of your back, immediately slipping under your shirt, and you grab the front of her hoodie.
She was wrong. You were being serious. Unfortunately, you're horrendous at following through with what you say.
"Nice lecture", she says, finding the clasp of your bra.
You tilt your head. "You didn't listen to a word I said, did you?"
Natasha grins. The clasp pops open, and your head immediately whips around to look at the door. Still shut. The rows and rows of seats stretching out in front of you are empty as well.
It's risky. Riskier than your office, for sure. Anyone could waltz right in. Why you do this every week is a question you keep asking yourself — but one you ask yourself afterwards, when the damage is done, when anyone could've seen.
You let her unbutton your shirt, anyway. She mouths at your neck and pushes you against the wall, pulling the curtain shut in the process.
"Condom", you remind her.
"In my pocket." She kisses the spot she bit raw and unzips her jeans. "Hm, you feel different."
"What?"
"Good different", she adds, ripping open a condom wrapper. "Did you change something? I mean, you smell insane. I could..."
She trails off and presses closer, nose against your jaw. She slides it in slow, with more care than you're used to.
"Different", you repeat, holding onto her shoulders. She hikes up one of your thighs. "I don't-"
Your thighs held apart with her hands, she fucks into you. You exhale, head dropping forward, and immediately forget what you were about to say. She's too deep inside you to think about anything else, anyway.
Shallow thrusts keep you from thinking too much. You meet each of them, letting her guide your hips whenever you lose rhythm. She's panting against your neck. You keep your forehead on her shoulder, eyes shut, feeling her fingers grip at your sides.
She goes deeper, a bit rougher. It builds up in the pit of your stomach, builds up way too quickly. Every inch of you is feverishly hot. Your hips start grinding against hers, seeking friction, and she moans when you grab her hand. She puts two fingers on your clit.
Her chest heaves. You're both slick with sweat, baby hairs sticking to your temples. You have another class after this, too — but you already know you're canceling.
"My place after?", you ask, tingles shooting down your spine. You're close.
"Mhm." She moans, her hot breath on your skin and your pussy clenching around her. "Fuck, you're so..."
Another moan. Your eyes shut. Your body arches. Something in you snaps, and Natasha feels every bit of it. Despite it all, you still feel the cold drop in your stomach.
. . .
It's slow. Her tongue is warm, her fingers cold. She tugs your bra strap off your shoulder.
You were tired all day. In the morning, after your coffee. In the afternoon, when you picked your son up from school. Hours later, not long after dinner, you're on the verge of nodding off.
Natasha noticed. She took off your dress for you — a sweet gesture, but she'd be lying if she said it didn't benefit her as well —, put your high heels aside, made you lie down. She kissed you, cupped your breast, moved between your legs.
You got wet within seconds. She could feel it immediately. It's been ten minutes, and she's moving agonizingly slow, and you're drenched. Your bedsheets and underwear are ruined. She's savoring every second, and you're trying to survive without pushing her fingers into you yourself.
Bra off, tits exposed. Her teeth graze your nipple before sucking it into her mouth. Your nerve endings fire with a force you're not used to.
"Hey", you gasp, back arching and pushing your breast further into her mouth. "Hurry."
Your words fall on deaf ears. Her attention is elsewhere. She sucks on your breast and tries to pinpoint what's changed.
They're bigger, rounder. Fuller, too. Natasha's always had a slight fixation, but with how heavy they've gotten? She could spend hours like this. If only you'd let her.
"They're so pretty", she mumbles. She rolls the neglected nipple between her fingers, twisting just enough to make your hips twitch. "They grew."
You falter, faintly hearing her words through a cloud of arousal. Her fingers press against your cunt, not slipping in quite yet. She has no idea. She doesn't have the lived experience you possess.
"No", you say slowly, breath hitching when a moan threatens to spill over. "I don't...think so."
"They did", she says, unlatching. You stare at the string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to your nipple. "Trust me, I'm an expert."
You scoff and push your palm against her cheek. She laughs, leaning in to kiss your breast. Her fingers push the fabric of your panties aside. Two cold digits slip into you, making you shudder.
Your hips buck. Sweat is rolling down your chest, your neck. She's knuckles deep inside you. Her fingers curl, her tongue laps at your breast. Your nipple is raw and way too sensitive. She doesn't let up.
It's part of why you're so attracted to her, why you keep making the wrong choice of being with her. Natasha doesn't have time to feign attraction or smooth things down to obligation. She's intense, fixates on you fully. As someone who's been emotionally rationing herself for years, it's addictive.
Her palm splays out on your thigh. Your back arches, and her knuckles press deeper. It's indulgence. She's not trying to rush your orgasm.
She thumbs your clit. Her lips trail to the underside of your breast, kissing and biting, her eyes closed. She's so immersed it's almost funny, but when her fingers pump in and out of you, your breath falters into a ragged moan.
The orgasm is intense. You pulse around her fingers, back arched and hands gripping her hair. She fucks you through it until the aftershocks force her to pull out.
Natasha's out of breath. She didn't cum, not quite, but she's throbbing painfully.
"How much time do we have?", she asks, face in your chest.
"All night." You exhale. "I'm picking my son up tomorrow."
"Oh yeah." She rubs your thigh with her thumb. "That's good. He has both of his parents. So-"
"You don't have to pretend", you cut her off. "I know this isn't your really your thing."
Natasha looks up, almost apologetic. You cup her cheek. It's warm to the touch.
"It's okay", you reassure her. "You're young. I wasn't thinking about the logistics of motherhood when I was your age, either."
She sighs, lying back down. Her thumb hooks into the waistband of your panties. Minutes later, the fabric lay discarded on the floor, and her tongue is pressing against your clit.
. . .
Two lines. The test shows two lines.
You're seated on the very edge of the toilet, underwear pooling around your ankles. Muffled cartoon noises come from the living room. Cold air seeps in through the window, but you're sweating.
The statistical probability of this is ridiculous. Age, birth control, not missing a pill in years. You were careful. You let her finish inside you most of the time, but still — you were careful enough. After a certain age, one contraceptive should suffice.
'Should' being the keyword. Your oral contraceptives failed you. You wound up pregnant anyway, and it took you more than three months to notice.
Natasha's offhand comments make even more sense now. She had no idea what she was saying; yet, she managed to call out the changes in your body, caused by the pregnancy, that you stubbornly ignored.
There's another issue — Natasha. It's hers. She's your student. The plausible deniability of this whole affair was already becoming smaller and smaller, and the test in your hand might be the final straw.
The door flies open. You jerk, quickly hiding the test behind your back.
"I'm hungry", your son announces. "Can I have Cheerios?"
"Yeah, sure", you say, heart thudding. "I'll be right there, honey."
He leaves. You stare at the tiles for a while, trying to find some solution that doesn't end in losing both your job and custody of your firstborn, and when that doesn't work, you stand up and get ready for the day.
Natasha isn't expecting you when you burst into her dorm. You weren't supposed to meet up until Monday. She scrambles in her seat, tugging up her boxers and trying to stop her face from flushing.
You stop and stare. She rubs her neck and stares back.
"Wasn't expecting you", she finally says.
"Clearly."
She rolls her eyes and gets up, kissing your cheek. Her hand trails down to your ass. "Can't spend a weekend without me, huh?"
You pull away way too quickly. She hides how your subtle rejection makes her falter.
"You have time?", you ask sharply. She nods. "Alright. I'll need you to stay calm until I'm done talking. If you want to freak out after, that's fine. Just let me finish."
"I always do", she breathes. You glare. "Fine, I see why you don't like that one."
Natasha plops down on her bed. She's expecting you to start the whole 'ending this' thing from the top, as you've been doing over the past few weeks. You randomly remember how risky this is, and how you have the choice of jeopardizing your entire life, and when that happens, you try and break up with her.
It never works. The proof of that is in your purse. You pull it out.
Her eyes widen. She doesn't say a word, which might be the most surprising part about all of this.
"I took a test", you finally say. "It's yours. Obviously. It must've happened during one of our first...encounters. Whatever, the point is that we need to figure this out before it blows up in our faces."
Silence. She grabs at the fabric of her boxers. "You're pregnant?"
"I just said that."
Her eyes dart to your chest. Your stomach. Your thighs, ever so slightly plusher than when she first had sex with you.
"I did that?"
Unease turns into disbelief. Natasha sounds proud, even if just vaguely so. You step forward and grab her jaw, making her look at you.
"Can you be serious for one minute!", you hiss. "None of this is a joke! Everything else was risky, but this? Anyone catches wind of it and we're both dead. I'm not losing my child because of this."
"I'm sorry!", she says. "I wasn't trying to brush this off or anything. I mean, I'm just saying...it looks good on you."
"That's not what this is about!" You let go of her face, hand falling to your side. "Fuck, Natasha."
She shifts, arms crossed and eyes trailing up and down your body. She wasn't lying — but, in this case, the aesthetic of it is the last thing that should be on her mind.
"We were careful", she says absently. "Sometimes."
"I'm on birth control", you say. "Oral contraceptives. You used a condom, like, half of the time. I'm not at the peak of my fertility. Statistically, this is impossible."
She shrugs. You're trying to argue reality back into place, and she thinks she's lightening the mood. "Strong swimmers, I guess."
This time, you don't get angry. You pause your pacing and stare at her, stunned. The emotional reality she lives in is so starkly different from yours. Consequences exist, but not in a way you experience them.
"That's not funny!", you snap.
"I'm not trying to be!"
"Natasha, if anyone finds out-"
"They won't", she cuts you off. "They won't, okay? This could've happened with anyone. You don't owe anyone insight into your sex life."
You're breathing heavy, but the onslaught of panic has eased. At least for a moment, it has.
"What are you saying?"
She shrugs, slowly getting off the bed. "Legally, you're not required to disclose anything. A pregnancy can happen anywhere. I mean, dating app hookups, party hookups..."
You nod, waving your hand. "Yeah, I get it."
"As long as no one connects you to me", she adds, stepping closer, "you're in the clear. We both are."
You give her a wary look. She puts her hands on your sides, subtly trying to check whether she can feel any changes.
"You're not freaking out", you say. "That's terrifying."
Natasha shrugs. She kisses your neck, smooths her hands down your sides. Her heart is hammering. Is she freaking out? She has no idea.
"Can't change it now, can I?" She places absentminded kisses on your shoulder. Her hands unbutton your shirt, palm splaying out on your lower stomach once exposed. "You still have time to make a decision."
Your eyes close. She walks you backwards until the edge of her desk presses against your ass. You can't think like this, with her all over you. Maybe you shouldn't think.
"Until then", she adds, pulling down the zipper of your jeans, "let me enjoy this."
Your head rests against her shoulder. She reaches into her boxers, where the tip of her cock brushes against fabric. It twitches. A wet patch forms, and you eye it with heat beginning to coil in your lower stomach.
"You're enjoying this?"
"Always do." She kisses your ear, her lips staying pressed to your skin. "Hey, if you're not feeling well-"
You let out a tired laugh. "Just keep going. Please."
She hums. She pulls herself free, nudges your thighs apart. Your breath hitches when she sinks in deep.
You already knew you're more sensitive. You noticed weeks ago, when you almost came from her hoisting you into her lap. You roll your hips, seeking more friction, and she moans against your neck.
Every thrust makes her desk jolt. A cup filled with pens and pencils falls over. You grasp at her hoodie and feel her twitch inside you. When you cum around her, the feeling of you clenching, milking her dry, has her cumming as well.
You're pulsing around her, sheathed to her hips, legs around her thighs to keep her inside a little longer. For a moment, you're not thinking about the consequences anymore. It might be too late, anyway.
. . .
You lean back. You're hot all over. Pregnancy has its way of making you feel like you're burning alive. It's just that now, Natasha feels like she's burning alive as well.
The house is silent. Your son is at his father's house for the weekend. After multiple custody threats upon finding out you're pregnant, things have settled. Without evidence, his claim for misconduct was dismissed. You threatened to sue him for defamation in other contexts. He decided to shut up.
Keeping the baby wasn't as active of a decision as you thought it'd be. Between heated phone calls with your ex, and working every day, and seeing Natasha silently stare at every change your body began to show, you forgot there were other options.
Maybe it won't kill you. Maybe it'll be fine. You always wanted two kids, anyway. And so far, Natasha's stuck around.
She's in the reading nook in your home office. You kicked off spring recess together.
"You shouldn't be working", she tells you. "Not in the state you're in."
"I've done this before, I'm fine."
"You need to get off your desk", she adds. She shifts in her seat, her eyes darting lower. "You're warm?"
You undo the first two buttons of your shirt. Your breasts are rounder, filling the shirt out more and straining the fabric. Natasha's been staring all night. Of all the changes, this might be her favorite one.
"Hot flashes. Don't worry about it."
She hums. Her sweatpants are tight again, curtesy of her being around you for hours and not being able to relieve herself once. You're hot, your belly is so swollen it peeks out from underneath your shirt. You're uncomfortable. There are other things on your mind than sex.
But Natasha runs on instinct. Every cell in her brain is focused on the way your curves have gotten softer. Mentally, she's back in her dorm, two nights ago, when you shrugged off your shirt and climbed into her lap.
You'd been warmer than usual. Sweeter. Despite being twice your size, she'd spent all night folded into you.
She came inside you, too. Her cock pulses uncomfortably at the thought, and just by trying to adjust herself, it leaks.
You look at her over the edge of your glasses. "You okay? You keep squirming."
"Mhm", she mutters, hand pressed to her upper thigh. "How much longer do you need?"
Her voice gives her away. You glance at her lap and bite your tongue to stifle a sigh. You like everything about her — everything but her stamina. It reminds you how you can't keep up, no matter how much you try. Good thing her own enthusiasm makes up for it.
"An hour", you say, turning back to the screen. "Keep yourself busy."
Natasha stares at you, conflicted. The first thought that pops into her head is jerking off, right there, in front of you. Surely that's not what you mean. You'd probably kick her out.
But you look at her to check. She's sitting there frozen in place, so you lean back and nod at her crotch.
"What are you waiting for?"
"You're serious?"
"Come on", you say, taking off your glasses. "I'm watching."
Heat crawls through her body. She shifts in her seat, thumbs already hooking into her sweatpants. Finally, she pushes them down to her knees.
Your eyes zero in on her cock when she pulls it out, red tipped and straining, gushing precum like a waterfall.
You raise your eyebrows at her. She glances at your tits. You undo the last few buttons and reveal smooth skin, heavy breasts that fill out a cotton bra. She shuts up and squeezes at the base.
"Go slow", you tell her, taking the claw clip out of your hair. She almost moans. "Don't rush."
Her hand wraps around herself. She feels her cock throb against her own palm. It's not the same — she prefers your hand, or your pussy. But for the time being, this will have to do.
You don't like to admit it (you won't admit it), but watching her doesn't leave you unaffected. Every hitch in her breath, every rub of her fingers. How her head tips back for just a second before she remembers what's right in front of her. Her thighs tensing, and the sweat slowly forming on her forehead.
She's in a haze. It's like a dream. She's swollen in her hand, twitching each time she craves more of that pressure. She almost gives in.
"Slower", you say. "Be gentle. Otherwise, you're stopping."
Her eyebrows furrow. Her hand slows down, and she grits her teeth at the ache that floods her. "What?"
"Don't 'what' me. Slow and gentle, honey." You adjust yourself in your chair, one hand on your bump. "You're taking forever."
Natasha shoots you a glare. She keeps going, dragging her fist up her cock, not squeezing too hard. Beads of precum roll down her wrist. She feels pathetic, and she could've sworn she's never felt this turned on.
Her hips jerk at the slightest twisting motion. You bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling. Your underwear is soaked.
"That's it", you say, thighs pressed together. "Much better. Can you hold that for a few minutes?"
She wants to cry. Then again, she what choice does she have? Her hand keeps moving, slick sounds filling the air, her hand meeting the base with a little too much force.
And the head. Each time she brushes it, she feels her body want to give in.
You're not too far away from caving as well. You shift, watch her breathing grow shallow, and finally turn off your computer. She gives you a desperate look when you get up, her hand starting to fly.
You grab her wrist. She stops to help you out of your clothes. You sink down on her and moan, foreheads knocking together.
"That's better", you mumble, already out of breath. "Can you...?"
Natasha nods. She rolls over, gently, until you're on your back. The couch is soft, still warm from her sitting there. Hips half off the seat, she grabs your waist and slides back in.
When you found out you were pregnant, you expected her to start treating you like a piece of glass — like you're gentle, fragile, like the slightest bump would cause you to shatter.
Good thing Natasha never did that. She grips your hips and fucks into you, her fingers digging into your skin. Everything between you is wet, slick with sweat and your arousal.
It's still a bad idea. It was a bad idea when you hooked up in your office, back then after you met at the party. You never stopped, though. You've told yourself you'd end it soon, that in order to have a child together, you don't need to keep your sexual relationship going. But you're still here, underneath her, and part of you knows it might never end.
When she pulls out, there's one thought on your mind — I'll stop tomorrow.
Natasha knows you're considering it. She knows it won't happen, anyway. And you know it, too.
a/n: omg guys, idk if anyone else is watching heated rivalry, but my gf and I have been bingeing it all day, and it is so good. who knew a pair of lesbians would be so enamored with a secret gay hockey affair, but don't knock it until you try it! this lil blurb is inspired by the shower scene in the first episode. my first thought was about pervy Nat doing something similar.
anyway, here is a little, really quick blurb/one-shot about pervy g!p nat. I won't be able to write a new, longer fic until like mid next week, so I'm writing this quickly to keep my posting momentum! I want to write something christmassy to put out on christmas day, so send some requests to get my creative juices flowing!
If you asked her, she would promise you she never meant to wind up in this situation; she just couldn't help herself. How could she resist when you walked around in those tiny little shorts? She must've done something right in a past life to be able to witness the way the curve of your ass hung out when you bent over to do your household chores. She swore you did it on purpose, coincidentally having to scrub the floor every time she relaxed on the couch. She wonders if you ever noticed the swell in her sweatpants when you did so. The unsuspecting adjustment she made to try to control the twitch, which always led to her testing her limits, seeing how many pumps she could get, how close she could get to release before you turned around and discovered her sick intentions.
Every day, she tried to shake these terrible thoughts from her head. It's not right. She was supposed to protect you and keep you safe while her sister is away, not lust over you and plague her thoughts with twisted scenarios. Yelena would kill her if she knew that Natasha was having these thoughts about her gf, that she wanted her to move in with, to keep her safe and in good company while she is away on a two-year mission. Well, that's that, she decided she would put her feelings aside and think of you like a sister in law, because that is precisely what you were and nothing else.
That was until she walked down the hallway and felt as if she had struck gold. No way this wasn't a trap, she looked around suspiciously, looking for a sign she shouldn't do what she wanted to do so badly. Quickly, she darted to grab the pair of panties conveniently on the floor in front of the laundry room. She took a sniff and groaned before shoving them in her pocket. They were used, the tangy smell of you permeating her senses and driving her mad. They must've fallen out of your basket on your way to do laundry. She made a mental note to buy a lottery ticket later and headed to her room.
The door locked with a click, and off went her sweatpants and boxers in one fluid motion. Her cock sprang up and hit against her abs. She couldn't believe how hard she had gotten just from one sniff. Another sniff and she felt herself throb, without even as much as a stroke. She spat in her hand, mixing it with the precum from the tip, and ran it down her shaft. Her breath hitched as she picked up the pace. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was your smaller, daintier, manicured hand instead. One more sniff before she brought the dark, lacy cloth down to her shaft and wrapped it around.
"Fuck!" She rapidly jerked the piece of fabric around her slick member. She made love to the panties, mourning the thought that this was the closest she'd be to doing the same to you. She hasn't been this turned on since she last listened in to your biweekly phone sex call with Yelena, who's away on her mission. When did she become like this? She used to have any woman she wanted in her bed at the wink of her eye and curl of her smirk. But now the highlight of her week is jerking off through the wall as she listens to you get off to the voice of her own sister or defiling your used panties.
She rutted harder into the pair, hips jerking off the bed. She was close. A few more deep thrusts, and she came, using the lace to conceal her messy guilt. If they didn't need a wash before, they sure did now.Coming down from her high, she considered her options. She wondered how you would react if she snuck them back into your hamper, their desecration intact. Would you fear her? Wonder if your body was next on her list of corruption? Or would you grow hot at the thought of her using your panties to get off? Too afraid of your reaction, she balled up the sullied item and hid it in her nightstand to add to her rotation of toys. She'd rather have little slivers of you than nothing at all.
a/n: I always have my gf read my fics before I post them, and she said this one was her fav by far! comment if you guys liked it!
Hello, just saw you take request again so here's an idea if it inspires you. G!p Nat like you said :
Natasha and Reader are both in the same uni. Nat is kind of a flirt witheveryone but never having anything serious. She's in a friend w benefits kind of situation with Reader (except they're not friends).
Then comes the big problem that Reader gets jealous when she sees Nat flirting with other people but at least she's only sleeping with R. Reader tries to reassure herself and stuff but then she realizes she caught feeling for that stupid flirt 🤭
So she kinda pushes Nat away but of course she notices and after yet another night spent together it gets too much so they have an heated argument turning into a confession. So Nat eventually will confesses she likes her too but she never really did that because she's bad at relationship and it won't work, etc. But R is stubborn and very convincing
Sorry that was long lol, I hope it can inspires you.
Have a nice day
Just Friends, Right?
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Hey guys, here is another request I've been working on. Please keep them coming! I hope I did this one justice. There isn't that much smut, more so just an allusion to it. This one could have a part two or a series with more smut, but that's up to you guys if you want it!
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word count: 2063
pairing: fuckboy, beefy, g!p nat x fem reader
warnings: natasha has a penis, foul language, cursing, smut, penetration, arguing, arm gripping, angst, (I feel like I missed some, lmk!)
“Fuckkk natty we can’t keep doing this, I’m pretty sure friends don’t do this!”, you gasped between harsh breaths, hips moving rapidly, chasing your high, you were so close.
Natasha lay on her back, her muscular frame crammed on the twin XL bed in her dorm room, relishing the sight of your undulating backside as you rode her in reverse. Launching a series of harsh swats on your ass, she smirked, “Well, you’ve obviously never had friends like me before, shit!” She hissed.
“Y/N I don’t want you to get hurt, I mean Natasha flirts with every single girl on campus, and I know you fall too fast.” Wanda looked at you with genuine concern as you guys left your dorm for your first classes. Your best friend and roommate didn’t want to see you hurt, and she knew Natasha was bad news.
“It’s okay, Wans, don’t worry about me, I can have meaningless sex, right?” You looked down, seemingly trying to convince yourself as well. “We're just friends, and the sex is amazing. We’ve been sleeping with each other since the beginning of the semester, and I think I'm the only one she’s been with.”
You both walked down the quad to the main campus, seeing students everywhere. You were too busy daydreaming about the night prior that you weren’t paying attention until Wanda pointed it out.
“Well, speak of the devil.” Wanda nudged your shoulder to get your attention, nodding in the direction of the picnic bench dead center in the middle of the quad.
You looked up and saw Natasha… your Natasha… no, your friend Natasha, sitting legs spread on the bench, and none other than petite, little, slim thick Darcy Lewis stood perfectly between her legs. Darcy’s ass looked incredible in the jeans she was wearing, and considering Natasha’s hands held her ass like a mold, you assumed she felt the same.
“What are they talking about?” You muttered under your breath, stuck in your trance.
“It looks like Darcy is the only one doing the talking; unless Natasha’s having a conversation with her chest.” Her words took you out of her spell, and you picked up your pace. “She’s in your first class, right? I bet that will be interesting.” Wanda snickered, trying to catch up with you.
“Hurry up, Wanda! I don’t want her to see us looking at her, come on.” You were hurrying to your class so Nat would walk in and see you sitting there all nonchalantly, but you heard the voice you knew so well call your name, and it stopped you in your tracks.
You looked behind you and saw Natasha standing up and kissing Darcy on the cheek, before whispering something in her ear and running off to catch up with you. “What’s up, y/n? Please tell me you did the homework for our class. This is my last strike before the coach benches me in the next game because of my grades.”
“Yeah, I did, you can copy it when we get to class. We also have that project due in two weeks. Are we still on for tonight to do it, because we didn’t get much done when we tried to meet last night?” You blushed, and Wanda snickered until you looked over and glared at her.
“Oh shit, I forgot about that. Sorry, y/n, I promised Maria I would get in the gym with her tonight and be her personal trainer. You know I can’t miss the opportunity to stretch her out in those tight yoga pants, if you know what I mean?” She smirked and looked at Wanda dapping her up, her strength startling the more petite girl.
“Right… Well, you guys have fun in class, I’ll see you later, y/n.” Wanda gave you a side hug and walked away, down to her building.
“That’s okay, right, y/n? I promise this weekend we’ll do it.”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it, it’s okay.” You bit back a frown and replaced it with a bright smile.
“Bet y/n that’s why you’re such a good friend!” She patted you on the back as she walked by and led the way to your shared class.
“Yeah, that’s what friends are for…” You muttered under your breath, watching her walk away.
“Oh, I meant to ask if you and Nat ever finished that project, or did you finish instead? It’s been like a week since we saw her that morning,” Wanda chuckled, shoving her face with popcorn.
“No, we haven’t really talked that much since then. I’ll probably just do it and then put her name on it.” You said dejectedly.
“No, come on y/n you can’t let her believe you’re okay being just friends but then ignore her, that’s not fair. Plus, look at you here with me in our pajamas, stuffing our faces with junk, and watching reality TV on a Friday night when you could be out with her getting some action.” She shrugged and turned back to the bowl of popcorn.
“She’s not even thinking about me; she’s probably out somewhere getting head from whatever girl she’s giving her attention to this weekend.” The ding on your phone cut you off before you rushed to check it.
“Someone’s eager for a message from a certain someone, huh?” Wanda joked, almost choking on her popcorn.
natty <3: you n me tmr nite my dorm to do the project! You wouldn’t believe it, but I’m very serious about my education y/l/n! 😹
“Oh lemme guess. What did she say?” Wanda lunged forward and tried to grab your phone.
“She just wants to meet and do the assignment, Wanda, that's it.” You quickly moved the phone away. “I’m just gonna go with it so we can get it over with.”
you: k 7 pm
You sent the text, hoping she would notice how dry you were and wonder why, and threw the phone down onto the bed, flopping onto your back. You sighed and stared at the ceiling.
Knock Knock Knock…
Natasha opened the door to her dorm. She was drying her hair with a towel. She had just stepped out of the shower and threw on a white wifebeater over a sports bra, but didn’t have time to put anything over her boxers yet.
“My bad y/n I just got out of the shower, let me put some pants on, then we can get started.” She welcomed you in, and you bit your lip as you saw her bulge accentuated in the tight boxers.
You followed her in and watched her closely. She opened one of the drawers and grabbed a pair of black athletic shorts, one of her shortest pairs, and put them on. You looked around the room and noticed how it was freshly cleaned, candles lit, and lights dim, similar to the way they were when she seduced you the other day.
You furrowed your brows and looked at her, “Your room is clean. Did you have a girl over earlier?”
Natasha laughed and walked closer to you. “I have a girl over right now, silly.” She made eye contact with you and took another step.
You broke eye contact and took a step back. “Oh, um, okay… where should we start with the project?” You took a seat at the desk and took out your materials from your bag.
“Right, the project I almost forgot about that.” She scratched her head awkwardly and sat down next to you.
“ Well, look at that, we’re basically done right. I think we should take a break. I'll grab us a drink.” She stood up and walked over to the fridge. “Oh shit, all I have is alcohol, actually, but maybe that’s exactly what we need.” She chuckled, grabbed two beers, and opened them with the tool on her counter.
She took a big swig from her bottle and handed you the other. “Thanks.” You grabbed the bottle and took a small sip.
“Let’s sit on the couch and relax for a bit. I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while, you’ve been avoiding me y/l/n?” She moved to the couch and gestured for you to join her.
You stood up and walked over, and she quickly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into her lap. “Why are you acting so shy? You know I don’t bite.”
“I’m just stressed, that's all.” You fiddle with your fingers, trying to find the courage to say what’s on your mind.
“Well, you know the best part about not having a roommate is not worrying about anyone coming in when I relieve my stress.” She pulled you close and pressed her face to your neck, breathing in your scent. “You smell so good, baby.”
You froze in place at her words. “Um… did you call me baby?”
“Oh, well, you know what I mean.” She trailed kisses down your neck.
You pulled away. “No. I don’t know what you mean. One day we’re just friends, then the next day you fuck me in your bed, and then the day after that you fuck who knows how many other girls in the same bed.”
“I didn’t think it mattered cause it’s not like we’re serious or anything, we're just friends. Now come on, let's just relax and have some fun.” She reached back out for you.
“ No, don't touch me.” You stood up and gathered your stuff. “ You’re such an asshole, I'm not gonna be one of your hoes that you can just call when you want to get off and throw away the next second.”
“ I didn’t even think of it like that, I just wanted to fuck you, so I did, that’s all there is to it.” She got up and grabbed your hand to stop you from packing up. “If I knew you wanted to be serious, I never would’ve slept with you, because I don’t need you on my dick, I'm just having fun.”
You pulled your hand back and picked up all your stuff. “If I knew you were gonna fuck the whole cheerleading squad when it was obvious I’m in love with you, I never would’ve slept with you either.” You opened the door and made your way out. “Don’t worry, I'll finish the project and put your name on it, another thing you can use me for.” Slamming the door, you hurried out of the building.
“Y/N, you do know you’re gonna fail your classes if you stop going to them completely.” Wanda pushed open your slightly cracked door and was heartbroken at the sight. You were curled up in the blanket on your bed, surrounded by tissues and drenched in tears. “Aww, honey, please don’t let this upset you so much.”
“I feel so used, Wans. She was my first time, and I thought it meant something to both of us, but I guess I was just a quick fuck.”
Wanda wiped your tears and pulled you in for a hug. “If only she weren’t a beefy 6-foot athlete, I would kick her ass.” She whispered into your hair, eliciting a giggle from you.
You picked up your phone and sighed as you saw the slew of unread messages from Natasha.
Natasha: y/n I’m sorry
Natasha: You were right, I was an asshole
Natasha: I knew you had feelings for me when I slept with you, and we continued to sleep with other girls as well
Natasha: The truth is…
Natasha: I have feelings for you, too. You’re not like any of the other girls I've been with. You're funny, gorgeous, wise, and sexy, and you respect yourself.
Natasha: I just have never been serious with anyone. I didn’t know how to process these feelings, so I pushed you away.
Natasha: Please, I’m sorry, I never wanna make you feel the way I did ever again
Natasha: Look out the window…
Your head popped up when you read her last message, and you scrambled across the room. You opened the window and stuck your head out, looking down to find Natasha standing there with a sign that read:
“Y/N I want you to make me an honest woman, no more sleeping around, only dates with my girlfriend if you’ll have me?”
A/N: Idk how I feel about this one, let me know if you guys like it in the comments and let me know if you want a part two with more actual smut!!
About half of my ask box is wanting part two of this fic, so I wrote this pretty quickly. I hope it doesn't disappoint :)
word count: 931
pairing: g!p beefy fuckboy nat x popular fem reader x g!p beefy nerdy wanda
warnings: smut, nat and wanda have penises, cursing, threesum, oral, drunkenness, penetration, foul language, dirty talk, roughness (let me know if I missed anything!)
“Okay. Come on in, Wanda, I don’t mind sharing.” She said before hearing the door creak the rest of the way open.
“Oh no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean...” Wanda stuttered out with her head hung low, trying to avert her eyes.
“I didn’t know you were such a dirty perv, Maximoff,” Natasha said with a smirk, while continuing her assault on your pussy. “It’s okay, I’m almost there, and then I’ll let you get in next, right y/n?”
“Yes, pleasee,” you said in between gasps, as Natasha continues to fuck the wind out of you.
“No, I uh I was just uh trying to find somewhere to sober up, I never meant to-” Wanda rambled on, head still low, luckily hiding the big blush on her cheeks.
“No, come here!” Natasha cut her off right before finishing her load in your cunt. “Look how messy she is." She pointed out your creamy pussy, her seed spilling out onto the bed. “I know you wanna touch, go ahead and make sure my load doesn’t go to waste, push it back in for me, Wanda,” Natasha said, looking up at Wanda, not breaking eye contact.
“Don’t tell me you’re shy, Wanda?” You said, looking back at the pair while basically forcing your ass in Wanda’s inexperienced palms.
“No, I just um…” Wanda slowly touched your ass before pulling her hands back to fiddle with them.
“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin, Detka?” Natasha looked at her with curiosity.
“No, it’s not that, it's just that I have never really given as much as I have taken.” She felt like she was gonna explode. How could she tell the woman she was in love with that she likes to take it up the ass when she was expected to fuck you?
“Oh…” Natasha smirked, “Well, that’s okay, there is enough of me to go around. Now strip!”
Wanda hurried and pulled her shirt off over her head, and stepped out of her jeans, left in only her bra and boxers, bulge prominent and aching.
“Look at what we have here, such a tiny little thing, no wonder you don’t know what to do with it.” Natasha sat on the bed, Wanda standing in front of her as she softly ran her hands down Wanda’s body. Traveling up her back, she effortlessly unclipped her bra with one hand and released Wanda’s heaving breasts, before quickly pulling down her boxers and seeing Wanda’s cock spring out.
“Oh god, Nat, I’m so hard it hurts, please.” Wanda pleaded, still hanging her head in shame.
Natasha roughly gripped the girl’s small cock and stroked it with one hand, increasing the pace to reveal her full length.
You were forgotten on the bed, dripping at the sight. Sitting on your knees, you began to hump your discarded pair of panties to ease some of the arousal. Listening to Wanda’s whimpers spurred you on even more.
Wanda’s moans became sporadic, and Natasha knew she was close. With one more rough tug to her sack, Natasha let go, not letting the girl finish. “I’ve never been on this end before.” She laughed and got up to sit on the bed, leaning her head against the headboard.
“No, please, Nat, I was so close.” The girl said, squeezing her cock between her thighs to ease the ache.
“ I know, so come sit and I’ll finish you off,” Natasha said, jerking her own erection that stood a foot tall in her lap.”
Wanda sheepishly walked over and stood in fear, before Natasha reached out and pulled her into her lap. She straddled her thighs and lifted before slowly sinking her tight hole onto her thick and veiny shaft, which elicited a string of broken moans.
On the other side of the bed, you frantically continued to hump the panties, hoping your moans would draw attention to your neediness.
“Oh, I didn’t forget about you, little girl. Come hump my face instead.” Natasha looked over, and you scrambled over to straddle her waiting tongue.
The room was thick with the scent of sex and the sound of whining and grunts. You gripped the headboard to keep yourself upright, and it hit against the wall repeatedly as you hurriedly rode her face chasing a high you have never felt before in your life.
“Oh my god, you’re fucking huge, Nat.” Wanda continued to move her hips as Natasha pistoned her hips up, abusing her needy asshole.
“Fuck you’re sucking me in so good, Wans, the thightest fucking ass I’ve ever had. I’m cumming soon.” Natasha’s thrusts were so powerful you swore she would break the bed. Her tongue was vibrating, and you could feel it in your cunt as she talked, pushing you further towards your orgasm.
“Let’s all cum together! Ugh fuckk!” You spat out while whining your hips with a ferocity you didn’t know you had in you.
“I’m coming fuck!” Natasha said, releasing her hot gush of sperm into Wanda’s ass, hips stuttering uncontrollably. The hot rush hitting Wanda’s g-spot caused her orgasm immediately after. She moved her hand to tug her dick, and her hot rush of sperm shot directly onto your back.
The wetness surprised you, and you jumped, triggering your orgasm, legs shaking, practically suffocating Natasha with your thighs.
The three of you were spent from your highs, and you all collapsed into one big pile of skin and sweat.
“I’m not sure what you guys have going on, but I want to continue being a part of it.” You said, out of breath, with a satisfied grin.
I love your fics so much! But you're such an enigma to me. Please make a post telling us about yourself, because we don't even know your name, age, or anything!
Lol, this is so funny to me! I had no idea you guys cared about this. Comment if you guys wanna know more about me, and comment the stuff you wanna know, and I'll try to answer!
hi! can i request g!p nat getting distracted by reader while playing her game ( like a shooting game or something idk 😭)
Exactly What You Wanted
Hey guys! I wrote this request really quickly; it's pretty short. I hope I did it justice! I am on vacation for the holidays, so I would like to write more requests, so please keep them coming!
(not my gif)
Word Count: 965 :(
Pairing: G!P beefy gamer nat x fem reader
Warnings: natasha has a penis, foul langauge, cursing, smut, penetration, cunnilingus, ass play (let me know if I missed one!)
“Natty, I made you food.”, you said, walking into the dark room, only red colored LED lights lighting the way.
“Guys, I'm going left, get my six!” Natasha yelled into the mic as she moved her fingers furiously on the keyboard and mouse. “Wait, what did you say, baby?” she said, looking back at you quickly to get back to her game, then immediately did a double-take.
“Do you like what you see, natty? Or is it the delicious plate of food that’s practically making you drool?” You smirked as you did a cute twirl in the ridiculous chef get-up you had on. It was just an apron that said “daddy’s private chef” tied tightly, showing off your tits and ass with nothing underneath.
“Babyyyyy.” She groaned, putting out her arm for you to come to her. “You said I could play the game with my friends for a couple of hours if I fixed some stuff around the house.” She spun her chair around, facing you, resting her face in your tits and wrapping her arms around your hips, each hand cupping a naked cheek.
“I know, but seeing you so sweaty and handy fixing our house made me so wet, natty.” You whispered in her ear, “What kind of housewife would I be if I didn’t provide you with dinner and dessert?” Moving to gently nibble the outside of her ear, traveling down to her neck.
“Baby, how am I supposed to resist you? You’re so sexy. My team is counting on me to win; I can’t let them down.
“I don’t think you want to resist me. I mean, you pulled me into the shower with you only an hour ago, before putting on this wife-beater and tight boxers showing off your slutty muscles and bulge. I think this is exactly what you wanted.” You climbed into her lap, straddling her toned thighs. Hands traveling under her tank top, grabbing onto her abs to ground you as you began to rock back and forth, grinding on her quickly hardening bulge.
“Oh fuck y/n, you’re making me rock hard, baby. How about you start with sucking me off so I can finish this round, please, it’s very important.” She pleaded, looking up at you, her chest beating rapidly.
Moving down to whisper in her ear, “Tell your friends goodnight, or else the only sucking will be on my own fingers when I pull them out of my cunt.”
She scrambled to stand up, turning around to throw you onto the bed, before grabbing her mic and rushing out a goodbye to her team and turning off her PC. You were lying on your stomach, plump ass covered by the tiny bow of the apron strings. Natasha couldn’t wait to unwrap you like her present.
“How did I get the sexiest wife in the world?” She said, peeling off her little bit of clothes. Her hard cock popped up and hit her against her hard abs, and she reached down to rub the leaking pre cum from her tip and stroke it down the length.
“Not sure, but show me exactly what you’re gonna do to keep her.” She pounced forward and ripped the apron knot in one tug, leaving both of you bare.
Kneeling behind you, she pulled you by the thighs onto all fours. Leaning forward, she spread your cheeks and licked a stripe up your asshole. She spat on it repeatedly before circling it with her tongue, watching it pulse with anticipation. Just as she was about to insert the first finger into your tightest hole, she felt your soaking pussy drip into her waiting cock.
“Oh, was I neglecting your needy pussy baby? I’m sorry.” She leaned her head lower to place her tongue on your swollen bud, hands still on your spread cheeks. “You taste so fucking sweet, baby, come on, move your hips and soak my face.
Her hands guided your movements to get you started until you couldn’t take it anymore, and ground your pussy back against her tongue and nose harshly, loving the friction. The sight turned her on immensely; she couldn’t help but hump her boner against the bed.
“Oh my god, natty, please, I’m gonna cum.” Voice breaking and chest huffing uncontrollably.
“Yes, baby, soak my face, I need your taste to stain my mouth. I wanna smell you on my lips for the rest of the week.”
You squirted all over her face, liquid pooling in the sheets. “Oh my baby, your mouth is so good at that, I'm so sensitive.”
“If you’re sensitive now, you won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.” She smirked and sat up on her knees. She ran her fingers through your pussy, gathering slickness to lubricate her cock, before bottoming out in the first thrust.
“You’re soo big, oh my god! You’re splitting me in half!” You moaned, trying to catch your breath.
“This is what you wanted, right? Don’t try to run now.” She reached her hands up, slapped your breasts, twisting your nipples, before holding onto your breasts to ground her harsh thrusts.
She picked up the pace and was practically drilling into your cunt, leaving you a babbling, incoherent mess. “Squeezing me so fucking tight, I'm addicted to being inside of you. Where should I give you my load?”
“Insideee, natty, please. Let’s cum together, I’m ready!” A few thrusts later, and a hot rush of sperm exploded inside your cunt, dripping onto the sheets. She gathered the excess with her fingers and shoved them in your mouth.
“What was that you said about sucking earlier?” Practically gagging you with her fingers. “I’m still so hard I have something else for you to suck.”
Imagine blue collar worker!natasha. She comes home all dirty and sweaty, you’re on the couch reading a book. There’s something about the way she looks after she gets home from work that’s just so enticing. You try to jump her bones immediately but she insists on having a shower first. Of course, you sneak into the shower with her.
fic idea (sorry if this is bad, I'm using the translator because English is not my native language)
Wanda or Natasha (maybe both if you can) wanted to have a child with the reader, but then they got divorced and the reader was pregnant, the reader complained by calling saying that she was going to take Wanda/Nat to court for refusing to pay child support, until the reader decided to go to her house and got pregnant again.
Fool Me Once
Hi guys! I really liked this request, because I had been wanting to write something with divorced Nat. I hope that this does this justice. I feel bad for Wanda in this, so my next fic I am hoping to do something with wanda x nat. Please continue to send requests! And as usual I didn’t feel like proofreading it :(
(this is not my gif)
word count: 2.5k
paring: g!p beefy nat x divorced fem reader
warnings: natasha has a penis, infidelity, pretty angsty, arguing, foul language, cursing, name calling, smut, voyuerism, penetration, cunnilingus, (let me know if I missed anything!).
“Oh baby you are taking me so good, if you keep moving your hips like that I’m gonna blow. But I bet you want me to breed your tight hole. Is that right?”
”Yes please, Natasha I want to have your babies I need your seed so bad!”
4 years later…
“Natasha, this is the last time I'm leaving you a message! I have tried to be civil but you leave me no choice! Not visiting your daughter for 5 months or paying any child support isn’t gonna cut it anymore. Since you refuse to care for your child I will see you in court!”, You said after hanging up the phone and frustratingly throwing it onto the couch.
The noise startled your 3 year old daughter and she came into the room to see what happened. “Mommy are you okay? Was that mama, is she coming back to us soon?”
”Yes everything is okay baby. It’s okay I miss mama too, we are gonna see her soon.” You said kneeling down to her eye level and plastering a fake smile on your face to reassure her.
Two weeks later it was the day of the court hearing and the first time you had seen Natasha since you had found her with Wanda, 5 months ago.
When you first started dating Natasha, she insisted that you quit your job and become her housewife. Since she was a CEO of a multimillion dollar company there was really no need for you to work and considering you thought that she was going to be your forever you took her up on the offer. But now that you were a single mother with no support system and very little money for childcare, it was hard for you to keep a stable job and provide for your child.
Natasha on the other hand was doing very good for herself. According to her facebook, that you definitely didn’t stalk, her and Wanda expecting a child together. How could she do this to you, I mean the divorce was yet to even be finalized. Her business was booming and she had bought a new house for her new girl and their child to be.
“Mama! I missed you!”, Your daughter said escaping your arms to run into the arms of your ex lover.
Not wanting to soil your daughter’s opinion of her mother, you told her that she was on an important trip and she was too busy to talk on the phone.
“Why hello there babygirl I missed you so much! You got so tall honey!”, She said while picking her up and twirling her around.
“Mommy look mama is back, aren’t you so happy!”, Your daughter said beckoning you over to greet your ex.
“Hello, y/n you look well.”, She said with that godforsaken smirk. The same smirk that got you pregnant. You couldn’t lie she looked great in the pant suit she was wearing, you always loved her in her dominating attire.
“Natasha”, You said with a curt head nod, “As do you.”
“Come on baby, you can sit with my friend Wanda, while me and mommy go inside and have a long talk.” Natasha said before you seethingly saw her walk your child across the courthouse to the bench that Wanda was patiently sitting at.
“After taking all of the information presented today into consideration, I have my verdict. I rule that the defendant, Mrs. Natasha Romanoff, is ordered to pay the plaintiff, Mrs. Y/N Romanoff, at least $600 a month and is required to have the child in her custody at least every other weekend starting today. This is a temporary verdict that will be re-examined for permanency when the divorce is finalized.
“Okay honey, are you excited to have a sleepover with mama this weekend?”, Natasha said, holding your daughter in her arms.
“Are we finally going back to our old house? Can I sleep in bed with you and mommy again?” Your daughter said excitedly, with eyes full of hope.
“No baby for now on me and mama aren’t going to be living together anymore. You are gonna be with only one of us at a time, but it’s okay because we love you so much. We are gonna go home and pack you a bag so that I can drop you off with mama and her friend Wanda for the weekend later tonight.”
Knock Knock Knock…
It was two hours later when you arrived at Natasha’s new house for the first time. Your daughter fell asleep in the car, so you carefully grabbed her and her stuff before walking up the driveway of the huge house and knocking on the door.
“Hey y/n.”, Natasha said after opening up the door. She was wearing a white wife beater that showcased her broad shoulders and the pump in her biceps, indicated that she had just finished working out. You looked down and bit your lip when your eyes captured her built veiny quads in the shortest gym shorts you have ever seen in your life.
“Here she’s sleeping, hopefully for another hour or so.”, You said while carefully handing her over.
“Okay stay here for a second, i’ll take her and her stuff to her room, but I need to talk to you. You can sit over here.” She said pointing to the couch.
You sat down wondering what she could possibly have to say to you after all the hurt she has caused you.
“So where is your baby mama?”, You asked as she returned down the stairs.
”She is staying with her parents for the weekend. I didn’t want to confuse our daughter. But I wanted to ask you to take me back, baby please.”
”Not this again Natasha! How do you expect me to take you back when your girlfriend is 7 months pregnant, but we separated only 5 months ago!! You cheated on me! I try to do a nice thing and surprise you with dinner at your office and I walk in on you balls deep in that whore!” You exclaimed angrily.
“Baby you are my wife, she doesn’t mean anything to me. I just want to make sure my child is okay, that is the only reason I keep her around. I promise.” She said reaching out and putting her hand on your thigh.
“Then tell me why did you cheat on me, especially with Wanda from your office. I always told you she had a crush on you, but you waved me off. What does she have that I don’t?”
“I don’t know, y/n I was craving some closeness. Things were different between us ever since you had the baby. We barely had sex and she was showing me all of this attention I just couldn’t resist. But I didn’t mean to get her pregnant. She told me she was on birth control and she ripped the condom off me, I think she was trying to baby trap me. I even offered to pay for her abortion when I found out she was pregnant, but she wouldn’t budge. Listen, I have to do what’s right for my baby, but I promise you things will be different if you take me back. I am done with her. I will pay for her to have an apartment, so my baby isn’t homeless and I want you and our daughter to move in here with me or we can move somewhere else, whatever you want baby.” At this point it seemed as though she was begging considering she found herself on her knees in front of you, looking up with her hands on her waist.
“But why did you abandon our daughter, we called you everyday since the separation and you never picked up.” You said avoiding her eye contact.
“I was so ashamed of myself, y/n. I couldn’t see you or hear your voice without reminding me of everything I lost. I didn’t want our daughter to think badly about me. Y/n I am so sorry and I can’t live without you, I need you to take me back.” She pleaded again on her knees.
“Show me how much you really love me then.”, You said leaning down to whisper in the ear of the woman in front of you, before playing with in between your teeth.
“Are you sure?”, She moaned looking up at you, watching you nod before standing up and grabbing you by the waist, hoisting you over her shoulder in the same motion, running up the stairs.
“Wait, let's make sure she is still sleeping.”, You said, causing Natasha to stop and quietly open the door to check on your still sleeping daughter.
“Okay all good let’s go.”, She said in a hurry, practically running down the hallway urging to soothe her hardened erection. Reaching her bedroom she threw you on the bed, face up.
“Is this the bed you fuck her in?”, You asked with a playful smirk.
“No baby. I promise we haven’t had sex since the time you caught us in my office. I couldn’t bring myself to fuck her again. But I am being honest when I say the few times we did it I was imagining she was you the whole time.”, She said while hovering over you and kissing your neck.
“Right Natasha, you always know what the ladies want to hear.”, You said sarcastically, “just hurry up and fuck me before I change my mind.”
Natasha kissed your lips, sticking her tongue in your mouth while humping her bulge against your cunt. Pulling back for air she pulled off your shirt and undid your bra, eyes widening when she saw your huge, plump, and juicy tits.
“Your tits have gotten so big ever since you have given birth.”, She said massaging them in her hands, slapping the nipple a few times before entering them into her hot mouth. Alternating each of them between her hand and her swirling tongue the pleasure was too much for you. This was the first time anyone had touched you in months since the separation.
“Oh my god Natty. I have missed your mouth, you use it so well.”, You moaned, pushing her head downwards to where you needed it most.
“I bet you’re about to love my mouth even more.”, she looked up with a smirk, pulling off your pants and discarding them across the room.
She kissed your clit through your panties, “You wore my favorite panties, it’s almost like you knew this was gonna happen.” she joked into your pussy.
Taking the panties off she smelled them, before putting them in the pocket of her pants. She spread your legs open and pushed them up against your body taking a deep sniff against your wetness moaning at the smell.
“Still so wet for me baby, can’t wait to taste you.” Her flattened tongue swiftly licked from the bottom to the top, as she relished the taste. She continued her movements up and down before focusing slowly on the too long neglected clit.
Sticking her tongue under the clit she began to flick, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands made their way to her head holding her hostage in between your thighs.
She ate you out with a renewed fervor like she had something to prove, which she most definitely did. She circled your clit rapidly, pulling out all the noises and juices she could from you. She next teasingly circled your oozing hole savoring the taste of your delicious excrement, before inserting her tongue back and forth expertly playing with your g-spot.
After only a few minutes of her expert ministrations you couldn’t hold back anymore and you let go with a loud moan, squirting in her in the face you sprayed everywhere, violently shaking as you released your high.
She licked her lips before removing her top and using it to wipe her face off. The bra went off with it. She moved up to face you again, before enveloping your lips in a kiss. Her tongue explored your mouth, before yours stopped it and sucked the taste of yourself off.
Pulling back for air she exclaimed, “Your taste is indescribable, makes you incredibly irresistible. I can’t believe you left me without you for so long. I am so hard baby, I need you so bad.”
“I’m aching so bad Natty, I want your cock.” With that she stood up and stepped out of her gym shorts, the bulge evident in her underwear. She quickly removed it and her gigantic cock sprung out hitting her in the stomach. Something you craved every night when you were alone in bed with your fingers between your thighs during the months you were apart.
She spit on her hand and collected the pre cum from the tip and rapidly spread it up and down her shaft. “Please natty, I've missed your cock so bad.”
She pushed your legs wide open and fit herself in between them, carefully entering herself into your cunt. You wrapped your legs around her waist and she began with slow and gentle thrusts.
“I have no self control when it comes to you. Your pussy feels so tight and warm milking my cock like this. Are you okay if I speed up.” She pulls her head up from out of your neck desperately begging to go faster.
Looking up you heard the door open, unbeknownst to Natasha who was caught up in the pleasure. Stood in the doorway was Wanda, Natasha’s girlfriend and baby mama, fuming at the sight. You smirked and decided to have some fun with this.
”Yes Natty please go faster. Is this the best pussy you’ve ever had? Tell me it feels way better than that whore you got knocked up.”
”Of course baby, her pussy does not compare to yours at all.”, She said while you glared up at the woman.
”Tell mommy how much you missed her and how that bitch means nothing to you.”
”Uggh yes mommy, daddy missed you so much that bitch is nothing I promise. I will call her and tell her that for her to hear”, She exclaimed through rapid uneven breaths, in between kissing all over your neck and face.
“It’s okay, no need for that.”, You said with a smug smirk.
Wanda angrily stormed out holding back tears. While you smiled and pulled Natasha in for an intimate kiss. “I love you, Natasha. I trust you, please don’t break it again.”
Natasha eagerly pulled back, shocked at your words, “I love you too so much y/n . I promise I will never do anything to hurt you ever again.”
“I’m close natty, please.”, You held her tighter than you ever had and relished her thrusts.
”Don’t hold back, I'm right with you, baby.”, she said, her speech broken due to the approaching orgasm. Her cum spurted in a hot rush of liquid, hitting your g-spot directly causing your orgasm.
“I don’t know if you’re on birth control or not, but it would be great for our daughter to have a sibling.”, She planted a kiss on your lips.
“She is going to have a sibling, or did you already forget about your infidelity?”, You said with a roll of your eyes.
”Right…”, She said awkwardly, scratching her head.
Comment down below if you guys would have taken her back or not!
Can you do g!p WandaNat fighting over reader but they just agreed with each other to take reader at the same time at a college party.
Three’s A Party
part two!
Hi guys! Thank you to all those that sent requests, please keep them coming. I kind of took this one loosely. I didn’t do the threesome part but if enough of you guys comment saying you want it I will write a part two!! I didn’t really feel like proofreading it (sorry it’s kinda ass).
word count: 1.8k
pairing: Beefy popular g!p Nat x Nerdy beefy g!p Wanda x cheerleader fem reader
warnings: smut, nat and wanda have penises, cursing, name calling, oral, drunkenness, penetration, foul language, dirty talk, roughness, voyuerism, potential threesome, slight angst, (let me know if I missed anything!)
“Tonight is the night I am finally gonna bag y/n. I can’t wait, she’s been catching my eye for a while now, being the only girl who hasn’t thrown herself on me.”, Natasha said, while looking in the mirror and making her final touches before the party.
Wanda’s head popped up at Natasha’s words. “Wait, what do you mean? I was gonna try to talk to y/n tonight.”
“Wait damn Wans I had no idea you were into y/n like that. I guess the best one wins.”, Natasha said with a friendly nudge on the shoulder before heading out the door of their shared apartment.
The best friends arrived at the party together in Natasha’s car, immediately being swarmed by girls, Natasha in particular. Being the star basketball player and wrestler at their college, makes Natasha perfectly built with a figure that is to die for.
Wanda on the other hand was your typical nerd. While she does have an incredible physique herself due to her tendency to workout and strength train when she’s stressed, her focus on her studies keeps any attention away from her.
And you were just the typical popular cheerleader, who just so happened to be very familiar with Natasha. You were always in the front cheering her on in her sports and congratulating her on her wins. While you tried to make it obvious you want her it seems as though she is always distracted by the hundreds of girls waking up in her bed. But tonight you were determined to be the last one to be in her bed.
Across the floor of the party you saw the pair chatting while sipping on their respective drinks. Natasha was wearing a black wife beater with a loose pair of carpenter pants and a black leather jacket. Her thick red hair was cascading down in full waves. She was talking with a shorter redhead who you didn’t know but had seen her with a couple times but it never seemed to be romantically, so you weren’t threatened.
“Okay fine only because you’re my best friend. I'll back off and I'll let you talk to her first, but if she’s not feeling you I'll shoot my shot. Okay?” Natasha said as she saw you looking in their direction getting ready to come over.
Wanda sighed, that’s not what she was hoping to hear. The truth is that she lied about wanting to talk to you. She only said that to keep Natasha from talking to you, so she could talk to Natasha. Yeah she talks to Natasha everyday but she wants Natasha to talk to her the way she talks to the millions of girls in her bed every night.
”Hey y/n it’s good to see you again.”, Natasha said as she wrapped her hands around your waist in a tight intimate hug. Wanda bites her lip holding back a growl at the sight.
”Oh my god natty, you are so strong i bet you could pick me up and squat me.” You said with a flirty grab to her bicep and your classic bambi eyes.
”I probably could, hopefully I see you next time I'm in the weight room. But um I don't think you met my friend Wanda.” Natasha said while pointing you in the direction of a shorter redhead with a nice build as well.
“Oh hey Wanda nice to meet you, I'm y/n”, you said hurriedly and dismissively, not interested in talking to anyone but Natasha at the moment.
“What are you drinking Natty? Why haven’t you gotten me a drink yet?” You said teasingly, taking her drink and making a show of putting your mouth to the tip of the bottle.
“Yeah go ahead Nat buy her a drink I'll be fine.” Wanda said, waving you both off.
”Are you sure?” Natasha mouthed before you pulled her away.
Wanda nodded her head before going off to find something stronger for herself to drown her sorrows.
“Alright let’s cut to the chase natty, do you not think i’m pretty?” You said scooting closer to her on the couch you two ended up on.
”What y/n I think you are absolutely gorgeous baby.” She said putting your hair behind your ear.
“Okay well then i want you to take me somewhere and show me just how gorgeous you think I am. Okay natty?” You said in her ear before she shot up and led you out the room by your wrist.
The two of you wandered down the halls of the frat house, before stumbling into the first empty room. She closed the door and pushed you up against it putting her lips on yours in a rough kiss. Parting your lips, she let her tongue lazily roam around the inside of your mouth.
“mmhm” you moaned into the kiss, before pulling away for air. While you were catching your breath she moved to kissing your neck and sucking a hickey right onto your pulse point making you moan even louder.
”mhm can I take this off baby.” She said while tugging on the fabric of your dress.
”Yes please take me to the bed.” you replied while she tore your dress off and threw you on the mattress.
“No bra baby? I knew you were a slut.” She said while grabbing handfuls of one breast and popping the other into her hot mouth, giving you pleasure that no man has ever made you feel.
“Please take your clothes off too, natty. I want to see you.” You whined as she pulled back from your breast with a trail of spit before wiping her mouth and standing up. She threw her jacket across the room and stepped out of her pants, making a show of slowly unbuttoning her shirt so you could see her incredibly defined abs.
You got on your knees and moved towards the end of the bed, impatiently ripping the rest of the shirt off. She laughed while discarding her bra, leaving her in only her boxers.
You reached out to grab her bulge. “ I wonder if it’s as big as all the girls say it is.” You say looking up at her while gently massaging the bulge.
”Only one way to find out I guess.” She said with a smirk gesturing for you to take the boxers off.
You reached up and pulled the waistband down, eyes widening when her seemingly foot long penis popped out and hit you in the face.
” Wow and it’s thick too.” You giggled while looking up at her and jerking it between your hand spreading the precum along the length.
”Go ahead and see how it tastes.” She said grabbing a handful of your hair to pull your mouth on her dick. “mmhm just like that baby.”
She slowly starts to move her hips, thrusting herself down your throat. She tastes better than any man you’ve ever sucked, most likely a result of her diet and exercise.
”Shit, I can tell you’re a fucking professional, i’m gonna have to keep you for myself.”
You take your mouth off and continue to jerk her off while you look up and nod fervently, hearing exactly what you wanted to hear.
“I’m real close, are you gonna be a good girl and swallow it or do you want me to punish you?” She said, increasing the intensity behind her thrusts.
“No please I want it so bad, natty.” You said sucking the life out of her before she released her load down your throat. “very tasty” you said after swallowing it all and wiping your mouth.
“Oh my god, where did you learn that? Hopefully you won’t be disappointed when I return the favor.” She said pushing you back on the bed, while pulling your panties down your legs.
She hovered over you and kissed you on the lips, before kissing her way down paying special attention to your breasts again. When she finally made it to your cunt she licked a stripe through the wetness, groaning at the taste.
”You are so wet, baby. It tastes so sweet.” She said looking into your eyes with a smile.
“Please natty, it’s aching so bad.” You begged for her to continue.
”Don’t worry baby. I got you.” She licked her way through your cunt again circling your clit. Latching on, she takes two of her fingers and rubs them through your wetness before inserting them. She furiously sucks your clit into her mouth while curling her fingers, pistoning them into your cunt.
”Damn you are so tight I can’t wait to feel myself inside you.” She said while watching your cunt swallowing her fingers.
”Ugh i’m so close, natty please.” You said ready to let go.
”Go ahead and cum for me then.” She said while furiously rubbing your clit, before you inevitably let go.
A hot gush of liquid squirted out of your cunt hitting Natasha in the face. Smiling, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch your arousal.
”Oh that was so hot I got to get you to do that again. I never pegged you as a squirter though.”
”No one has ever made me do that before, but it felt so good.” You said with a goofy grin trying to catch your breath.
“It was my pleasure, plus you taste delicious.” Natasha said before kissing you on the mouth, sticking her tongue in your mouth so you could taste yourself.
“I know you’re still hard, I don’t think I need to beg you to fuck me. Do I?” You said pulling back and looking up at her.
“Such a slut, I'm gonna teach you to watch your mouth.” She said, flipping you over and pulling you into your hands and knees.
She slaps your ass and spits onto your cunt, before slipping in and bottoming out on the first thrust.
“I knew you were gonna feel incredible, so fucking tight.” She moans while continuously slapping your ass. Speeding up her thrusts with so much intensity that the bed keeps knocking against the headboard.
”You fuck me so good natty, you’re so big.” You moan with a heavy breath, reaching back to feel her.
“Are you on the pill? I don’t want to waste my load on your ass. I need to cum inside.”
“Yes please I am cum inside me.” You begged.
Walking down the hallway of the frat house Wanda was stupidly drunk wanting to find somewhere to relax, because she figured Nat, the unrequited love of her life, had left her. Stumbling into the first room she saw, she slightly cracked open the door and was met with a heartbreaking sight. But she couldn’t help but watch.
After a while of thrusting, Natasha felt this weird sensation of being watched, so she turned around and caught a glimpse of Wanda peeking through the door. She laughed to herself, not expecting Wanda to be such a perv.
With a smirk she asked, “Have you ever had a threesome, y/n?”
”Yes I love being used by two people at once.” You said with a moan.
“Okay. Come on in Wanda, I don’t mind sharing.” She said before hearing the door creak the rest of the way open.
