Summary: Nat and Reader are childhood best friends. The reader likes Nat, Nat likes the reader, and they get into a relationship. Nat is way too innocent and the reader is ready to corrupt her.
A/N: No, you are not allowed either. Orgasm control, and stuff. So, get into it at your own risk.
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Natasha couldn't figure you out. You have been best friends since you were practically toddlers.
Yet ever since you decided to go to the same university, there was a change in you.
You were the biggest tease. You had a way with your words that somehow made girls fall in bed with you. She has seen you doing stuff with girls that her innocent mind couldn't fathom and yet every time you possessively kept a hand on her waist whenever someone flirted with her, all she wanted to do was melt in your arms.
She was feeling exactly that right now. You had an arm possessively wrapped around her mid as you had pulled her on your lap mid-conversation. She knew it was because of the slight touch you had witnessed between her and the boy you didn't bother knowing the name of.
She shrieked a bit when you slightly picked her up to take her place and pulled her onto your lap immediately. You were her best friend, so after the initial surprise, she put her arms around your neck. You wanted to let the boy, who was now looking at the both of you with interest in his eyes know you were the only one who got to touch her.
So, when you let your hand wander inside her top to caress her belly, she leaned closer into your touch and purred a little. She could see that the noise caused you to strengthen your grip on her and she took a deep shuddering breath.
“Natty?”
You asked with curiosity, and she looked up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers. You had a genuine look in your eyes, but she remembered all those girls you used to take to your room, and pulled away.
“I am not one of your toys.”
She said, shuddering and pulling away. You pulled her closer and whispered in her ear.
“Is that who you think you are to me?”
You said as you held her close. She looked into your eyes again, trying to find any signs of malice. But, all she could see was a genuine adoration.
“I am not ready.”
She replied and you took a deep breath, pulling your hand away from her skin.
“I know. I just want you to know that I am here and I am yours whenever you are. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“What about those other…”
“No one matters, but you.”
You said genuinely and all she could do was gravitate towards you as she hugged you tightly. You held her back just as tighter. You looked around and saw that a lot of people in the class were looking at you.
You softly pulled her into one more hug, before placing her gently beside you. For the remainder of the lecture, both your hands were entwined.
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You always thought that you hadn't wooed Natasha enough before asking her to be your girlfriend. So, you tried to compensate for that by being extremely over the top. You gave her flowers every day, you took her out on insanely planned dates, and you made sure she knew how special she was every day.
So, when Natasha told you she was ready for your first kiss, you wanted it to be just as special. You picked her up from her place and drove her to this beautiful spot that overlooked the entire city. It was nothing too fancy. You set up a small picnic in your pickup and had a takeout.
You both remembered the good, the bad, and the embarrassment from your childhood and by the end of the night, both of you had the biggest smiles on your face.
Natasha was now in your arms, covered by a blanket looking out to the city.
“Why did you sleep with all those girls?”
She asked you and held you closer when she felt you pulling away.
“I was… scared.”
“Scared?”
“I thought that I could never have you. I also didn't want to spoil your innocence. You are the best Natty, and you are my best friend. I was afraid that if we tried dating and it didn't work out, I would lose you.”
She moved in your arms to look at you. Your eyes were glistening.
“Hey, you are never going to lose me. Maybe, I'll be petty, and won't talk to you for a few days if we ever break up.”
She felt your grip tighten on her as she said that.
“But, I will always come back. Who else is supposed to make me the best Pasta salad in the entire world?”
You chuckled and looked at her.
“I will always make you Pasta salad.”
You both were now smiling ear to ear and she finally leaned in. You closed the remaining distance and placed your lips on hers. It started with a small peck and she pulled away, red and embarrassed.
“Can we do another?”
She asked and you replied with a nod as you finally took the lead and pulled her closer by her chin and swiped your tongue across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and you finally started exploring more.
You both pulled away when you ran out of breath and you pulled her onto your lap.
“That was amazing. Can we do one more?”
She asked and you finally let yourself get a bit carried off as you held her neck and pulled her closer to properly make out with her. You softly pulled the small hair on the nape of her neck, which made her moan and you were happy that everything you did had a positive response.
When she pulled away this time there was a darkness in her eyes. You could see her nipples now showing from her top and her legs were clenching to find some friction.
“Do you touch yourself?”
You asked her and she blushed furiously, shaking her head in a no.
“Is that a lie?”
“I… I sometimes let the shower head linger between my legs.”
“And why is that?”
“It makes me feel good. Especially after seeing you with one of those girls.”
“So, let me get this right, you were masturbating, thinking about the things I was doing to those girls?”
She was not looking at you now and you pulled her chin to make her look into your eyes.
“My sweet, innocent girl. I am going to corrupt you, baby.”
You admitted and she gulped before nodding.
“Anything you want.”
“Good girl.”
That praise shot a wave of pain and pleasure right to her core and she whined.
“You need to stop those noises, Princess. Otherwise, I will have to take you right here, right now.”
That caused a shudder and she pulled you closer.
“I heard…”
She started but stopped.
“What is it, Princess?”
You knew what you were doing, and you were enjoying the reactions she had to everything you said.
“I heard Wanda call you Daddy… In the class.”
You remembered that quite well. You had fingered her while conversing with Natasha. You might have been a bit too harsh and she had asked you to, please stop, Daddy, as you had kept going even after she had four orgasms.
“Yes, she did.”
You replied casually.
“Why is that?”
“Well, I can be a bit demanding, and dominating while fucking. That can make people call me Daddy.”
“Can I?”
You smirked and repositioned her on your lap so that she was straddling you.
“You can call me whatever you want and yes, I will love it if you call me Daddy.”
She leaned in closer to kiss you once more.
“I love you, Daddy.”
You growled a bit at that and placed a firm hand on her waist to pull her close. You could feel her trying to grind on your lap, chasing a release.
“I love you too, Princess.”
She was trying to find friction when you stopped her.
“You are not ready for that yet.”
You said firmly and she stopped right away.
“But it feels…”
She stopped mid-sentence.
“What?”
“Wet, and icky.”
“I have some wipes in the truck, go get them.”
You commanded and she hopped off to get to the driver's side. She found wipes in the dash and brought them to you.
“Clean up.”
You said and she leaned against your chest, opening her legs a bit. You gave her one of the wipes and looked at her intently as she slightly pulled up her dress and her hand disappeared.
She hissed at the cold sensation of the wipe against her pussy, but she also felt extremely turned on at the thought of you looking at her as she touched herself.
“Stop. That's enough.”
You said as you realized she was trying to pleasure herself. She whined loudly.
“But, Daddy…”
“No. You are not ready yet. Come on, I'll drop you home.”
She looked at you to see if there was any crack in your voice. But, you were firm and you hopped off the truck, helping her too. You opened the passenger seat door, putting her seatbelt on.
“You look beautiful, Princess. Disheveled, thoroughly turned on.”
You said as you placed a small peck before getting to the driver's end. While driving you realized she was moving a bit.
“Stop clenching your thighs. I am not going to let you cum.”
“Please, Daddy.”
Your resolve almost broke right then.
“No.”
She huffed and whined, before creating a distance between her legs. After a few minutes, you were parked outside her place. None of you moving.
“Give me your panties.”
You said and she looked at you as if you were joking. But you had your hand in front of her looking at her intently.
She pulled up her dress and hooked her fingers in the waistband before pulling her panties down and placing them in your hand.
“Souvenir. To remember this day by.”
You said, placing them in your pocket, and she shuddered, knowing that you had the entire control of this relationship. You hopped out of your seat to open her door and unbuckle her seatbelt. You helped her off of the truck.
“Now go home and remember, no cumming.”
You whispered in her ear before pulling her by the waist and kissing her passionately. You pulled away after a bit and bid her a goodbye. You saw as she disappeared nto her home and smiled at the thought of what you had planned for the innocent girl.
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