Attention | N. Romanoff
Summary: You spend an Avengers game night teasing Natasha, so she returns the favour in bed.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
For the anonymous prompt “Hey. I was wondering if you could do a Dom!Nat Sub!Female Reader. The reader teases Nat in front of the og avengers and Nat punished her with some light bondage and overstimulation. Lots of dirty talk too please. Thanks”
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings/Tags: Mistress kink, dirty talk, over stimulation, mild degradation, bondage, multiple orgasms, pegging, sex toys, minor voyeurism, BDSM elements
I’m back, once again! I had a heck of a time writing this because Google Docs kept crashing, then Firefox kept crashing and honestly, I’m praying for a miracle that this even posts. Enjoy!
Avengers’ game nights were a sacred tradition, a once-a-month disaster of dice and tiny board game pieces on. And usually a fist fight, on the good ones. Monopoly was still banned, after a fight between Sam and Steve somehow ended with Clint getting a broken nose.
The downside of picking more mellow games, though, was that you ended up bored out of your mind playing Settlers of Catan. You weren’t anywhere near winning since Tony cut you off with his damned endless roads, so instead you zoned in and out, vaguely listening to someone barter over how many sheep they should trade for a brick.
Your head was rested on Natasha’s shoulder. If you cared about the game you would have hidden your cards from her, but it didn’t really matter to you anymore, even if she looked completely invested in building houses.
As Clint rolled the dice, your hand ended up on Natasha’s knee. It was mostly an accident, but the distraction of it made you perk up. Natasha didn’t seem to even notice, until your hand slid up her inner thigh, so close to her crotch that your pinky brushed up against the zipper of her jeans.
Natasha paused, giving you a sharp look. You only smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek, acting like nothing was wrong.
“Quit it lovebirds, it’s Nat’s roll,” Clint made a face, passing over the dice.
Natasha only gave you a quick warning glare, then she rolled. Naturally, you took that as more of a reason to tease her.
Your hand moved up right onto Natasha’s crotch, and you were only a bit surprised to find her to be wearing her strap under her jeans. You pressed down against it, putting pressure against her clit.
Natasha had better composure than most people, and her hips only mildly twitched against the motion. She didn’t even look at you, probably trying to ignore you. If she didn’t give you attention, you would stop. Usually, that worked if you weren’t so bored.
Once Natasha’s turn finished, it was yours and you set down your cards to roll, still keeping your other hand on her strap. When you reached across the table to grab resources, you used your hand to keep your balance, only putting more pressure on Natasha’s groin. She actually grunted, but covered it with a cough and went for a sip of her beer.
You settled back down into your chair, passing the dice to Wanda. You gave Natasha another sweet smile and she full out glared at you.
The game went around the other side of the table. As the group’s attention moved with it, you took the opportunity to grab Natasha’s free hand. She frowned at you, until you let her hand under your shirt, resting against your hip. She dug her nails into your bare skin as a warning, but didn’t pull her hand away.
Everyone else carried on the game, oblivious to Natasha’s constant shifting against your teasing. It didn’t take many more rounds for Tony to slam his cards down in triumph after building a hotel.
“Ten points,” he sang, “you’re all losers.”
“Aw come on,” Clint whined, “I had the biggest army!”
Tony shrugged and smiled. “House rules, whoever had the least amount of points cleans up the game.” He stood up with an empty chip bowl, headed to the kitchen for more.
How you weren’t the one with the least points was beyond you, but it ended up being Steve cleaning up the game with a scowl on his face. The Avengers all scattered, and no one was paying enough attention to see Natasha’s vice grip on your wrist, dragging you into her bedroom.
As soon as she had the door shut, Natasha’s fingers were in your hair, tugging on it. “If you didn’t want to play, you could’ve just said so.” She sounded very annoyed.
“You know Steve hates it when someone rage quits,” you defended innocently. “I didn’t do anything!”
Natasha arched an unamused eyebrow. “Putting your hands all over me like a cheap slut is your idea of not doing anything?” The coolness of her tone was unnerving.
You tried to say something, but you couldn’t get words to come out of your mouth.
“Strip and get on the bed,” Natasha ordered.
“Yes, mistress,” you mumbled, hands rushing to get your clothes off. You could hear Natasha rustling around in her dresser drawers, but you knew better than to stop and look.
Once you were on the bed, you were finally able to look at Natasha, to see her holding a pair of handcuffs and setting some other toys on the table.
“Lay down, arms above your head,” Natasha said, getting on the bed with you. You obeyed and she bent over your to handcuff your wrists to the headboard.
Natasha pulled back, she looked up and down, smirking. She looked ready to eat you alive.
You watched as Natasha picked up a vibrator from the bedside nightstand. She spread your legs and turned it on, making you flinch. “You can’t help yourself, can you?”
“I’m sorry,” you tried to say, but you cut yourself off with a high-pitched moan when Natasha pressed the vibrator against your clit.
“You didn’t look too sorry during the game,” she hummed, turning up the vibrator. You bucked your hips into the sensation. “Were you trying to be a little slut in front of everyone?”
You whined. “I’m sorry, mistress. I’ll be good, I promise!”
Natasha just chuckled. She took her other hand and pushed two fingers inside of you, massaging your g-spot as the vibrator worked your clit. “Is this what you wanted, baby girl? Did you want my attention?”
“Yes!” You mewled. “Can I come? Please?” You were already begging, and she had just started. You knew you were in for a long night.
“Come,” Natasha said. It was all you needed for your back to arch as pleasure shot through your body. Your hips bucked and you nearly screamed, your entire body wired to the pleasure between your legs.
Before you had even properly come down from your high, Natashahad set down the vibrator and was undoing her jeans. She pulled out her strap-on and pushed it into you with one snap of her hips.
“Mistress!” The feeling of being full so soon after an orgasm made your head spin.
“Such a pretty little slut,” Natasha cooed, adjusting herself to properly fuck you. It was already too much and your wrists tugged against the handcuffs. “You look so good like this, I could keep you cuffed to the bed all day, always ready to be fucked since you want it so much.”
“Please,” you begged, not even sure what you were really begging for. Your head was fuzzy with pleasure and it was hard to get through a single thought. “Mistress, please.”
Natasha raked her nails down your sides. “Are you enjoying yourself, slut? Do you like being fucked?”
You nodded desperately. “Yes, s’ so good.”
“Good girl.” Natasha fucked you hard and fast, making your nerves light up with every move. You were already close to the edge again. You squirmed underneath her, unsure if you were trying to get away from her touch or get more of it. “You can come again,” Natasha said before you could ask. Your hips jerked against the pleasure. You were a panting mess beneath her.
Your second orgasm was more intense than the first, with Natasha pulling your hair and whispering nasty things in your ear. “Such a pretty little slut for me,” she purred. “You look so pretty for me, princess.”
You mewled, pushing into her touch. You hated that she was still wearing clothes, so you couldn’t feel more of her skin against yours.
When you came down from your high, you expected Natasha to stop, or at the very lease slow down. But she didn’t. Instead, she just pulled back again, putting one of your legs over her shoulder for a deeper angle.
“Mistress!” You gasped. “Too much, I can’t…” you trailed off into a wordless mewl. Your body was on fire, and you were too overwhelmed, too overstimluated to get a thought out.
“Shh,” Natasha cooed, running fingers through your hair in a motion that could’ve been soft and kind, if she wasn’t fucking you senseless at the same time. “You can take it, baby. Isn’t this what you wanted? My attention?” Her nimble fingers found their way to your clit and she started rubbing. You tried to pull away, but Natasha was relentless. “Is this enough attention for you, princess?”
You couldn’t get the words out to respond. Your body was shaking uncontrollably, desperate for some kind of relief.
Despite the overstimulation that bordered on pain, you were still mad with pleasure, and you couldn’t stop moaning and whining.
“How many orgasms do you think I can get out of you?” Natasha asked far too casually.
You whimpered. “Please, please, please.” It was a desperate chant in your throat.
Natasha brushed her thumb across your face. “Shh, don’t worry, slut. I’ll take good care of you, tonight. We’re gonna have so much fun.”
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