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Y/N (Natasha’s Version)

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Natasha x Bucky (blip / referenced)

Warnings: “Cheating” | Underage Drinking | Internalized Homophobia

Request | You heard the rumors from Darcy, unfortunately they were true—Natasha missed you, so she showed up at your party | WC: 2,799

Betty by Taylor Swift, sapphic canon not just coded and slightly aged up to the start of college (18+)

As the car rolled away, Natasha felt her throat constrict. Where there once was a sunset on the horizon, in blush waves of pink and orange, she only saw an apocalyptic sky where red slowly bled into grey.

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The perfectly paved streets restored to their prior days as the pre-gentrified road of your shared Brooklyn suburb became her current hallucination. Tied to the tail pipe of your mother's beaten down corolla was her heart, thumping against the cracked pavement. The natural gaps in the organ were filled by pebbles. As the car disappeared she felt shattered, the string pulling her heart had broken and the organ fell into a pothole.

Is it over now? No, Natasha couldn't face that...

As your mom's Tesla turned left the redhead let the sob she had been holding in out. Her body collapsed into a shroud of darkness as her blackout curtains shut, the blankets atop of her mattress moved to suffocate her.

Good, she wanted to die; she knew she was being dramatic but in this moment it felt like her barely even an adult world had ended. Her hit list was growing steadily, first she would kill Wanda, her idiot best friend that posted the photo of her with Bucky.

They were awkwardly kissing, and the redhead deleted it from her stories in a matter of minutes, but it was too late. Darcy saw it, the mutual friend who moved to the same city as she had, and she blabbed instantly. The woman called Jane, who then confirmed that there was actual proof this time before she phoned you in.

Natasha returned to town just in time to see the one consequence she never pondered when experimenting; your face was neutral, but your eyes were crestfallen.

It was just a stupid experience she needed to have, a short summer fling, it lasted not even two weeks. It was reckless and she knows that now. You'd slapped her hand away just days ago, then in a split second she found out from Yelena that you were going to NYU.

The blonde saw you at her late orientation for those stellar high school students interested in an early start. Natasha cried that night knowing you were leaving, you wouldn't be taking the gap year with her anymore.

Your heart was attached to her line, and she never considered that she should've just talked to you. It should have occurred to her that you would be upset. Considering the two of you were together, in a sense; not exactly girlfriends, but far more than friends.

Natasha regretted the affair as soon as it started, but she just needed to know if her Russian parents, who were raised back home were ready for her truth.

James was a total gentleman, her parents would've loved him since the young boy was affluent with Russian and the culture, but he wasn't the right fit. Natasha knew that after one attempt at kissing him, his lips were gruff and his hands were just the same as they roamed her form, the touch filled her with dread.

Unlike yours, which never came without words of confirmation and were soft when granted permission. Natasha found immense comfort at the feeling of your pillowy soft lips against hers alongside your gentle roaming hands. It went beyond the physical touch too, which really only served to prove to her she was a raging lesbian. When she looked into Bucky's ice blue eyes she felt nothing, not even a tether of friendship, but with you she felt that obnoxious fluttering in her stomach, and the world she saw were more vibrant.

Every time you were near her body and mind felt serene, like she could rest around you without the unease she felt around most. Everything was different now and she felt it deep within. You're gone, and with you left the comfort and love she needed to breathe.

That night, as sleep inevitably consumed her tortured mind Natasha found herself determined to fix this. It was a misunderstanding—you'd understand, right?

——

A week had gone by, Yelena had mentioned how she ran into you at the cafe where you treated her to a hot cocoa. Not allowing the turmoil with Natasha to affect the way you approached her little sister. It had warmed her heart and even made her smile, then the blonde sarcastically mentioned that you looked sad, her harsh delivery sought to remind her sister it was her fault.

Though she didn't leave her with only the reminder of her shortcomings, but also of an opportunity to amend.

"There's a frat party this weekend, Y/N's going."

Which is why Natasha was racing down the stairs at 8pm on a Saturday. Normally you two would be cuddled up in her bed, watching your favorite show while surrounded by every snack known to man. The party lifestyle never appealed to either of you and a part of her ached as she wondered why you're going.

How deeply did her betrayal change your outlook on life? Did her foolish decision make you think you needed to change? Were you afraid you weren't lively enough? Fuck, did you intend to move on tonight?

Natasha shook her head when she heard a honk, the depressing thoughts having consumed her into a state where she was mindlessly driving. Fortunately, she didn't hit anyone and was able to focus her mind long enough to make it to the college where she saw chaos.

Bodies of various students bustled across the campus quad, some in the direction of the main buildings but majority of them headed to a road far off to the side of the grand lecture halls. On the left side were rather large houses painted in varied shades of pastel, they were clearly well maintained. On the right stood a parallel set of houses, but the paint job was dull and there were pieces missing from many of the fixtures.

What stood out most though, was the black house in the center of them all, currently surrounded by idiots with red solo cups in their hands. The bulk of them laughing at the joke another drunken fool had made.

Natasha cringed when a body collided into hers, and as if things couldn't be worse she recognized the woman, Darcy. The raven haired woman stood in shock for a split second before offering the familiar face a smile. It was lopsided and it was clear the woman was faded.

Natasha was annoyed initially, but quickly saw the woman as a means to an end. "Where's Y/N?"

The woman pursed her lips and shrugged. "Inside?"

As she should've expected, the blabbing stoner only offered information to others when it wasn't helpful. Natasha passive aggressively pushed by her and took the risk of entering the house full of underage bodies.

Loads of upperclassmen foolishly tried to stop her on her determined journey to you, but most were met with bruised nuts alongside their cowering egos. In a matter of thirty minutes she had checked the entirety of the cloudy building and a part of her beamed at that.

You were nowhere to be found, her heart hoped that you'd returned to the dorm she finessed out of Yelena.

There was a nervous flutter in her chest that brought her frantic searching to a pause and made her mouth run dry. A pang of fear that paralyzed her body in place as she now considered the endless possible outcomes.

Would you even open the door if you knew it was her?

The redhead was sure you didn't have peepholes but there's the likely chance of you slamming the door shut in her face, that felt worse. Not nearly as bad as her next thought, what if you were exploring too, just like she had with Bucky? Her hands became shaky at the hypocritical unease she felt about you moving on.

In her nervous state she took a sip of the punch before she promptly spit it back out into the red solo cup. If she wasn't nauseated before she sure as hell was now. A water bottle was just in her reach, properly cold and a perfect cure to wash away the disgust on her tongue. Just as she began to unscrew the lid though she found herself frozen again as she heard a familiar giggle.

Natasha's head spun to the left side then the right. A blur of pointless people filled her vision before she found the source of the laughter—her happiness.

Stood directly across the room, in a gorgeous red dress with a familiar leather jacket hanging loosely over your likely bare shoulders. Her cheeks tinted pink, a sense of relief nearly washed over her at the notion of you potentially not hating her like she feared. Then she frowned, you wore a bright smile as you sipped on a juice box. It warmed the heart of your once secret lover to see you looking so carefree, a stark contrast to the last time, just like she always remembered you to be.

This time though, you were enraptured by a stupid jock, they bore an uncanny resemblance to herself that made her stomach swoop with a fragile sense of hope.

If you looked for her in another, she stood a chance, even if it was microscopic and not guaranteed. Right?

Yes or no, it didn't matter. Natasha would not go down without a fight, she once beat off an entire group of boys for taunting you, she'd gladly do it again for you.

Fortunately for the redhead she wouldn't have to. It was like something out of a movie the way your eyes locked with hers, the sounds became muted and you felt a dull flutter in your stomach where it used to be a roaring surge of butterflies to symbolize a deep love. A swarm of tears hung at the edge of your lashes and the massive room suddenly became too claustrophobic.

Natasha didn't question it as you took off, nor did she hesitate to dart after you as you aimlessly ran out the back door and stumbled upon an unexpected garden.

Who knew the dude bros also bore green thumbs?

Natasha found you sobbing over their patch of carrots and couldn't refrain from softly chuckling. Even in your grief you were finding a way to be useful and it filled her with nostalgia, it was just so inherently you.

Once your eyes shot up to hers, narrowed and enraged she realized she wasn't as quiet as she thought. "Fuck off Natasha." The joy on her face neutralized as she fell to her knees in front of you, her instinct was to reach out—to pull you in, but with words left unsaid and your clear disdain verbalized she knew it was best not to.

Every other time she'd seen you cry she held you close, but in this moment all she could do was grab the loose, fraying threads of your light brown cardigan and wrap it around her tiny, chiseled frame as if hugging herself.

A part of you softened when your eyes caught the self-soothing move, and the urge for answers won over your decision to never speak to the heartbreaker again.

"Why?" Natasha's frown worsened, the crack in your voice mirrored the ones in both of your naive souls.

"I missed you," she instantly answers one of the questions attached to the simple word, "and I needed the chance to explain myself before you give us up."

"Us?" You scoffed and didn't even care that she flinched. "You moved on first Natasha, without even a heads up—I found out through the local pothead."

"No," she denied with a shaky voice, "I didn't mean."

"Oh please," you cut her off, "I don't do cliches Natasha and you very well know that. I just don't understand."

"Let me speak," she croaked desperately, "I don't know why I didn't come to you with this query det—Y/N."

A shiver of delight betrayed you as it ran down your spine when you heard the delicate beginnings of the pet name Natasha assigned to you in middle school. The notion alone should have been enough for the redhead to know, but feelings were never definite enough for her, much like her mom she leaned into empirical evidence and just this once it has failed her.

"I needed to know," she continued. "Know what?"

You saw the way her nail beds were raw and red, much like her eyes as she attempted to refrain from crying more as she whispered, "when I came out to Mama and Papa, I had to know if you were my one and only, or if the urge to kiss girls since pre-k was truly genuine."

"So you kissed some random guy? I wasn't enough?"

"I couldn't just trust my heart here," she replied with frustration clear in her tone, but she quickly softened as she saw your hurt expression, she reminded herself that this uncomfortable, targeted feeling was her fault.

"Why him?" Natasha saw an insecurity in your eyes that infuriated her at her core, as if he ever compared to you. "He was their type," she answered truthfully.

You hummed and turned away from her, staring out into the black abyss that was the forestry behind the college. It intrigued you, nearly enough to run into it but you saw the danger there, but as you peered over at Natasha again you found the resentment melted away; the butterflies found a gust of wind to flutter against.

You shakily found the nerve to ask her, "so, was I?"

A few seconds of silence followed as the redhead worked to understand your question, Natasha's lip trembled as your intentional verbiage left her feeling hopeless, but she spoke her truth, "You always will be."

A mix between a groan and humorless laugh left you, "I said no cliches Natty, if you want to win me over..." Instead of saying another word you stood up and left.

Natasha's eyes widened and she stumbled to her feet, intent on following you as you slowly walked back towards the party she had no particular interest in joining. To her satisfaction you merely smiled at a friend as you grabbed your bag from by the couch.

Wordlessly you continued out the front door, and a giggle left you once Natasha grabbed you by your hip from the side, her body twisted around you and her other hand landed on your other hip. The beauty wore a hesitant smile on her face as she peered up at you.

Natasha breathlessly pled, "Can I kiss you, please?"

"A kiss on the steps of a college frat party," you teased, a smirk on your ruby tinted lips, "is grossly overdone."

The redhead moved her arms around your waist and yanked you forward anyways, "cliches are romantic." Her anxiety bitten lips pressed into yours, of course you felt the way her body relaxed due to your touch and the last bit of doubt left your body as she spun you around until your legs wrapped around her waist.

In a moment of excitable weakness you sighed, "I only will accept kisses like this going forward." Natasha chuckled at the change up, and you glared instantly, "I refuse to be a spectacle though, so take me to the car!"

Natasha refused to take any chances with your bubbling forgiveness so she rushed forward, gentle as can be as she settled you into the raised truck. It was automatic as you reached for her aux, "let's go to our spot—you can continue to win me over with food..."

A soft kiss was placed on your cheek in thanks, you knew this because Natasha always did this after a fight. Usually it was over something silly, like who was the masked killer or where you two should get dinner, but it was always true, the action was a promise of peace.

The redhead put the car in drive, pulling onto the quiet roads of a rural New York mountainside, windows rolled down allowing you to enjoy the crisp air as she went slightly above the 50mph speed limit. Whenever she could she'd cast a glance your way, and even in the dark she could catch your radiant smile as you quietly sang along to, "begin again," by Taylor Swift.

After a few moments of quiet driving on the redheads part you felt the presence of a hand, crippled by hesitation hovering over your thigh. With a gentle finger you pressed it down and looked to her with a gaze that held both hesitation and a willingness to understand, to forgive and hopefully, to start anew.

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gayerthanevertbh · 11 months

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my tears ricochet.

pairings: older!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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summary: after your divorce from natasha, life was never the same again. and when you and her revisit the past, it made you realize how much you were always in love with her.

warnings: unprotected sex, g!p natasha, dirty talking, pet names, sex on the couch, fingering, dry humping, angst, and fluff - 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count: 4.7k

author’s note: hopefully you’ll enjoy this one!

You were once married to an Avenger. You felt seen and loved by this Avenger at some point, and you never doubted their feelings for you. But as time goes on, you two grow apart and lose touch with one another's emotions. You've become the stereotypical housewife who cooks for their individual party, provides the best sex that they require so that they never have to seek it elsewhere, washes their clothes, and takes care of them as they should be taken care of. But as the routine continues, you find yourself wanting more. The problem is that you feel guilty. Why should you feel bad about wanting more? Why should you feel guilty when everything is perfect? That's where you feel completely alone and unnoticed by the woman you love.

It continued for a year or two after your daughter turned six. You remember vividly that night when you had dinner with your family, and Natasha came home that night on a very cold night – well, morning. She was devastated, her hair was all over the place. She looked unhygienic, and you didn’t want to admit that to yourself. When you saw her by the door, you were angry. You were demanding her time for your daughter, but she always gave the same excuse. I’m doing this for our family, Y/n. Can’t you see that? You do appreciate what she gives. In fact, you never complained in your life.

After that argument, you brought a file of divorce papers and gave it to her before she left for another mission the following month. She appeared distressed by your actions and begged you - repeatedly - to wait for her until the mission was completed. But you simply told the older woman, "I'm done with this cycle, Nat. I can't do it anymore." When she got tired of convincing you to stay, she just nodded and left.

She was gone for at least 3 months around that time.

And when she returned home from Budapest, she found an empty house. The couch she bought in the first month of marriage was still sitting against the wall, but the majority of the furniture had vanished. She dashed into the bedroom, where she found the bed clean and an old vintage lamp on the floor. That's when she broke down - that's when she realized she'd messed up her marriage and that she'll never get you back.

Five months later, you won custody of your daughter with Natasha. Although Natasha could still see her daughter, you had complete control over whether or not she could take her out of the state. But Natasha mostly just listened to you and respected your wishes. She would come to see you twice a month, mostly to look after Riley while you were at work. And when you returned home, Natasha would leave you food that she had ordered while you were away.

Everything you two had in the past had come to an end; you were now civil with her, which was a new routine - and you liked it at times, but you missed her. You must have missed her terribly. It's as if whenever she was away on a mission or simply unavailable, you would reflect on the times you spent with the woman. She was so caring, intelligent, and romantic that you wondered if you could ever be as romantic as her. She gave you everything you deserved in life. So most of the time, you felt guilty and unwanted.

You wanted your wife back, your wife that she used to be.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and you looked at the window noticing that the skies were gray once again. It had been raining in your state for quite some time, but you’re sure enough that there’ll be a storm around nighttime. You were making lunch while listening to quiet jazz music until Riley came to the room and asked: “Can I see Francis today, Mommy?”

You turned over your shoulder and jutted your lower lip out, knowing that it was too dangerous to go out and play.

“Honey I’m sorry, but I don’t think it’s possible today.”

She sighed, holding her teddy bear close to her chest.

“Francis wants to play with my dolls,” she said in a very tiny voice. “And there’s no school today, why can’t I play with her?”

“Because there’s a storm coming, sweetheart. We have to stay at home for now,” you walked towards your daughter and pecked her left cheek. She smiled at your gesture, it definitely warms your heart. “But guess what? Mama will be visiting later! She brought something for you.”

Her face brightens up, as her grin widens. “Really? Mama bought me another set of trains?”

“Well, she said it was a surprise,” you responded, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “But don’t worry, I’m sure my little girl would love it.”

After you finished preparing lunch, Riley went back to her room, and you continued working in the kitchen. Suddenly, you heard a bell coming from the front door. Natasha came into the house after hearing your daughter squeal before you could turn around. She ran to her mother and immediately embraced her tightly around the neck.

“Oh, my baby,” Natasha sighed, kissing her forehead. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, Mama,” Riley whispered, giggling as Natasha pinched her soft cheeks. “Did you bring me a toy?”

“Hmm, if I could get a kiss first.”

After giving Natasha a second peck on the cheek, Riley jumped to the ground to retrieve a box from behind her. You looked back at your daughter, curious to see what she had received from Natasha this time.

“It’s a train! The one I wanted!”

“I’ll give you everything you want, my darling. Everything.”

You chuckled, your arms crossed tightly across your stomach. “You’re spoiling her too much, Nat. She’s gonna expect this from you whenever you come back home from work.”

The older woman smiled at you kindly, and replied: “It’s the only time that I get to see her, so she deserves everything.”

You could tell by her smile that she yearned for you to give her another chance, which caused you to look away from her gaze and give your attention back to the kitchen, leaving the two pairs alone and playing.

You had this strange feeling inside of you that yearned for her as well, but you couldn't say it out loud. You could never admit that you missed her, despised her, and still loved her. You noticed Natasha playing with another toy train with Riley as you brought three plates to the dining table. You enjoyed watching them play; it was one of your greatest joys.

You can't say that out loud either.

You kept your mouth shut as always and continued to become hysterical.

As the hours passed, Natasha was putting Riley to sleep in order to get back to her house before the storm hit. You had just finished picking up, which meant that you were prepared to head to bed as soon as the older woman departed. As you passed by your bedroom, you noticed that Riley's door was cracked open just a little bit.

You decided to give it a shot and observed the two girls conversing.

“Do you miss Mommy?" Riley inquired, her face stricken with sadness: "It hurts you to see it.

Natasha nodded, which wasn’t so surprising.

"I do," she said quietly, as if it were a dirty secret, and pushed some of Riley's hair away from her face. “But it’s over now, sweetheart. We both agreed to be with you, though. So you’ll always see me, okay?”

“You’ll never disappear?”

Natasha smiled, tears welling up in the brim of her eyelids as she softly kissed her daughter's forehead. This scenery made your heart clench, and you realized how much it hurts to lose someone you care about in this way. It hurts way too much, it’s almost insane that you feel this way.

“I will never disappear, baby. I promise.”

“Do you still love Mommy?”

Natasha chuckled, placing the teddy bear in between your daughter’s arms.

“I love her with all of my heart, Riles. I will always love your mother.”

This feels like a train wreck for you, and you absolutely hated it.

"I hope Mommy loves you too," Riley yawned, her eyes fluttering shut as slumber overtook her. Natasha sighed deeply and turned off the bedside lamp. You hurried downstairs and prepared her jacket for her before she could leave the bedroom, so you wouldn't have to talk to her when she leaves.

You turn your head when Natasha comes back down, rubbing her left eye tiredly before smiling sadly at you.

“You have a place to stay?” you asked, knowing that somewhere deep in your heart, you’ll always be concerned for her.

“Yeah, I’ll be in New York for a little while before I find a new job.”

A new job? Since when did she want a new job?

You couldn’t help but ask, “What do you mean by a new job?”

The older redhead looks at you briefly and gazes at the ground, replying quietly to your question. “I retired.”

“From being an Avenger?” she nodded. You never expected this from her, not in your damn life. Why would she quit now? Her being an Avenger revolved around her life, it was her first happiness before she met you. So why would she quit now? You can’t keep your mouth shut.

“Why?”

She tucks her hand into her pockets, looking at you with bright green eyes.

“Because I’m done being an Avenger,” she said. “I just… want to live a normal life.”

“H-How are you going to get a job? You’re a criminal everywhere, Nat. I don’t think it’s–”

“Tony will be sending me money every once a month,” she chuckled, taking a few steps closer to you. “I deserve every ounce of it, anyway. But while he does that, I’ll do my best to find a job. Probably work as a mechanic, who knows?”

You nodded, giving her a sidelong glance.

“You’re gonna have a hard time.”

“I know,” Natasha whispered, giving you a sad smile. “But I can do it.”

“I know you can.”

For a while, neither of you moved, until a thunderclap shook the sky, causing you to jump. You chuckled as you walked into the living room and sat on the edge of the couch.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t like the sound of… that.”

“I know,” she chuckled wholeheartedly because deep down inside of her, she knew everything about you. Likes and dislikes. “You’re still cute.”

“Don’t flirt with me like that.” you pointed out, straightening your voice.

“Don’t flirt like what?”

“Like you want me back.”

Natasha pushes back her hair – which you notice how short it was – and asked quietly, “You don’t want me to flirt with you?”

“Does it look like I want you to?”

"No," her heart clenches at the sound of your voice, making her more tense - which sometimes scares her because she doesn't like seeing you angry; it's one of her flaws. “But you know my answer, you know what I want.”

She can be too honest at times like this, too bold whenever she has the chance. You gave her a solemn look before turning away. Because showing your vulnerability to her will make you appear to want her as much as she does. But you want her, and you want her badly.

Natasha walks in front of you and kneels on the ground, softly touching your knee with her calloused hands. You look at her gesture but don't appear to move away from it. She looked at you with puffy cheeks and eyes that were more sorrowful than usual.

“Have you found someone else?”

You shake your head, she continued.

“Do you want me back?”

You shake your head once more, and this is when she lets out a quiet sympathetic laugh.

“You’re lying to me, Y/n.”

“I’m telling the truth,” you stated, pushing the tears away from your eyes. She tries to hold your hand, but you pull away from her grasp – showing a hurtful expression on her face. “Natasha, we can’t.”

“I promise I’ll be good to you this time…”

“That’s–” you let out a stressful sigh and pinch your nose bridge. “I don’t want to fight, okay? We both agreed to be civil for our daughter, so let’s just keep doing that.”

“I never stopped thinking about you.”

“Nat–”

"I still love you," her voice and touch become more desperate. "When we divorced, I never looked at anyone else in my life except you," she sniffled. “I never dared to touch a woman because I still love you. Did you know that? You have no idea how many times I've thought about you in a day, how many times I want to love you all over again - like you deserve to be loved."

You pushed her away as you turned your body away from her, more tears streaming down your cheeks. You've become weak once more, far too weak when it comes to her. Natasha tries to touch you, but she stays put.

“You’re being ridiculous,” you muttered, throwing your hands in the air. “Who asked you to be devoted to me after our divorce? You’re making yourself miserable because I’m never going to fall in love with you ever again!”

“You know what you’re saying is not true, Y/n,” Natasha shakes her head, biting her lower lip. “You know that’s not true.”

“You’re just a pain in the ass for not believing it then! God, you’re so hard to talk to.”

She mumbled, “Fine. Maybe I’m a pain in the ass, but at least I have never lied to you. I have been devoted to you since I first met you, and I never looked at anyone the moment I fell in love with you. You’ve become my whole world, my entire being. You are what I breathe and what I take, you are what I need when I go to bed and when I need to be loved. Every time I get back home from a mission, I crave your hugs. Because they only make me feel better when it’s you because it’ll always be you!”

You let out a hiccup, which you never expected, and watched Natasha’s throat bobbing as she controlled her tears. You were supposed to have a good night, but things got out of hand once more and you just painfully wanted to go to sleep and forget about how you two got here. But your emotions took over you, and it did for her as well.

“You were always gone, Natasha,” you sobbed, feeling your voice lighter as you hugged your torso. She turned her gaze away from you, knowing what she had done. “I respect what you do, but I needed you as well. I needed you to help me take care of Riley, I needed you when we were going broke. I needed you when Riley turned s-six, and I needed you when I couldn’t handle that cycle anymore.”

"But you weren't there," you sniffled, wiping your tears with the hem of your shirt. "You decided to spend more time with your friends at the pub, decided not to read my message when I needed money for the rent, and especially when it was our wedding anniversary! You didn’t give a damn about me and our marriage, you only cared when you were hurt! But what about me, Nat? What about me? I was always hurting when you were gone!”

“Baby…”

You lift a finger at her, letting out a sarcastic laugh. “Don’t call me that, you don't get to call me that.”

“I’m sorry–”

"I know you're a loyal woman," you said, smiling briefly. "I believe you would never cheat on me. But sometimes maybe I prefer you cheating on me so I have a reason to leave your stupid ass! You hurt me, Natasha. You're always causing me pain! And you know what’s worse? I still fucking love you!”

You tried standing up to avoid the agonizing silence, but two strong hands held your waist down, her head motioning to your chest. She sobbed alongside you, desperately kissing your neck. You tried to push her away, but you let her hand move to your torso until she wrapped her arms around you tightly. Natasha sobbed until your shirt was soaked in her tears.

"I'm here now," she said quietly, looking you in the eyes as she always does. “I’m here now and I’m so sorry you felt that way, darling. I’m sorry, okay? I’m really sorry for everything, I didn’t mean to hurt you this way. I just… I wanted what’s best for you a-and our beautiful daughter.”

You were aware of this. Of course, you were aware of this. Natasha would go out of her way for you and your daughter. She would move the moon for you, giving you what you needed until you could truly say you were satisfied. But money, even if it was luxurious, was not always the solution. It was her love that prevailed.

“We’re meant to be together,” she continues to sob, holding your face as she brings your forehead against hers. “You’re always going to be the first girl I’ll lay eyes on. I love you so much, darling. I love you too much to let you go.”

You shake your head, knowing that you could always come back to her with her sweet words and innocent touch - which you didn't want. But, knowing yourself too well, you desired that above all else in the world.

She took advantage of the opportunity to softly kiss your lips, letting out a quiet moan as she feels your lips after a long time of desperately wanting to taste you again. She draws your face in closer, refusing to let you go. She probes the depths of your mouth, re-memorizing you - as she always does. You couldn't push her away because you felt her tongue on the roof of your mouth. Natasha has captured your heart once more, and you know you don't want to let go.

The older woman pulled away with a smacking sound before whispering, “I fucked up bad, I know that now. But I promise you, I will be good to you this time, little girl. I promise, okay? I’m here now, I’m never going far away again.”

Give her a chance, explore the moment. You want her, you know it yourself.

You stared deeply into the wonders of her eyes, taking a moment of happiness. After months and months of sorrow, of mourning for that matter, you finally have her again – you needed to take it all in.

“I know,” you smiled, feeling more tears in your eyes. “I’m giving you another chance.”

Natasha gently pushes you back onto the couch and separates your legs so she can get in between them. She kisses you slowly and sensuously, her hands exploring the side of your waist until her fingers are hooked into your shorts. "I've thought about this moment, did you know that?" she pulls her lips away for a brief moment.

You moaned when you felt your shorts being pulled down from your legs, feeling the cold air hit your skin as you felt more of her open-mouth kisses on your jaw and all the way down to your neck. The redhead brought her thumb to your face cheek and made circular motions while staring down at you, smiling to herself. Finally, she had you once again. She couldn’t believe it.

“D-Do you want to do it here?” she asked hastily, after removing your undergarments. You nodded, looking from the side to find protection – which seems to be not in the living room since you don’t put those kinds of stuff in your house. And plus, you haven’t had sex in a while. “Baby, I don’t have a condom with me.”

"It's okay," you said, catching her lips and feeling her warm breath enter your mouth. She moaned lowly above you, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down to her ankles. “You have to pull out, though.”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, her tongue darting on the skin of your neck, groaning to herself. “Oh, you make me so happy… You want me to fuck you here? Out in the open? What if our Riley–”

“She’s dead asleep,” you giggled, massaging her dick through her boxers as you received a long, strained moan from her, which turned you on even more. “You’re getting hard, Tasha…”

“Rub it, baby,” she whispers, rushing down her words. You squint your eyes to see an evident wet patch on her underwear, continuing to stroke your hand onto her covered cock. “Oh fuck, that’s it–Mmph… your hand f-feels so good.”

You take your time to stroke her cock through her boxers, watching her whimper and biting her lip to prevent letting out loud sounds wake your daughter up. You enjoyed doing this, watching the woman immensely falling apart for you, and the more you stroked her harder and faster, the more she rolls her hips down on you.

You began to ask, “You want to fuck me?”

“Uh-huh,” she muttered, her thumb circling your clit, smirking as you began to let out tiny moans. “Y-You like it when I touch you like this, kotenok?”

“Please–”

"You're so wet for me," she says softly as two of her fingers spread through your folds, almost entering your tight entrance. She shudders above you, then continues to finger your cunt until she is satisfied. “I’m gonna put it in now, okay? Let me just pull down my underwear.”

Her cock grew another inch after she removed her boxers. She almost sits up and strokes her thick length, watching her bulbous head turn red with torment. You observe her hand stroking her penis while your inner walls clench each time pre-cum dribbles on your lower stomach, a string connecting to your skin and to her head. She slides her hand beneath your shirt, gasping as she feels your nipple harden against her palm.

“Gonna break you in, again?” she chuckles, strongly kissing your lips. You held her face as the tip of her cock was at your entrance, moving the head up and down to gather more of your juices – which felt sensitive. “Shh, keep your voice down little girl, you’re gonna wake our daughter up.”

Once she slid inside of you, you and her moaned together as the air thickened around the room. Natasha holds your waist closer to hers, slowly ripping you apart once again. She stutters out a moan before pressing her lips on the corner of your mouth, pushing more of her length until both of your pelvises have touched.

“Fuck,” she whispers, looking down at both of your sex. “Y-Youre so tight, and so warm… you take my dick so good, little girl.”

“Tasha,” you moaned out her name as your voice got pitchier. “T-Too big.”

“You can take it,” Natasha mumbled as she slowly pulls out, pushing back in once again without any restraints. “Too small for my dick, huh?”

She continued this motion, slowly pulling out and pushing back in while peppering kisses all over your face. You scratched her back, wanting to hold onto something while she let out a hiss, but smirked because she liked it whenever you did that to her. The older woman starts to pick up an unusual pace since you both had to be quiet or else you would get caught red-handed.

“I like the way your pussy clenches around me,” Natasha grunted as she got turned on even more by the sloshing sounds coming down from your cunt. “You like this, huh? You like being fucked by me? Ruining you all over again? Tell me you like this…”

You gasped for air as you fluttered your eyes closed, feeling her thick cock pounding into you slowly. “I-I love this,” you mewled. “Go faster, Tash. Ruin my pussy.”

“Argh, you want me to ruin your pussy?”

“Uh-Huh…”

She withdraws her length from your pussy, slapping her head against your clit, causing you to moan aloud. “Okay, baby. I’ll ruin this fucking tight pussy.”

Natasha covers your mouth with her damp hand as she continues to roll her hips into you, the couch creaking and shifting slightly. She thrusts into you at a faster pace, your skin slapping together, filling the room with wet noises. She smirked, biting her own lip and containing her own pleasurable moans as she looked down at your sweaty face.

“Can’t c-control myself when I’m with you,” she whispers breathlessly, whimpering each time her head hits your spot. “Fuck, you’re taking me all in, huh? You’re such a good little girl, baby. Such a good little girl…”

"Ah!" you screamed into her hand as you felt her penis pistoning inside of you, the creaking of your couch becoming more audible, and you're sure Riley's room can hear it. You put your hand on her hips to slow her down, and she did. But she kept giving hard thrusts, moaning each time she was buried deep inside you.

“You make me want to bust my nut into you,” the woman panted hard, her hips making circular motions to keep maneuvering her cock inside of your depth walls. “Gonna remove my h-hand now, okay? Stay quiet.”

She slowly moves her hand away from your mouth and kisses your lips with such need, her hands moving up and down on your waist as she continues to fuck you on the couch, her ass clenching each time she hits the spot inside of you that she loved. She looked behind her shoulder to see if her daughter was awake, but she was glad she wasn't anywhere near both of you.

She continued to pound you hard into the cushions, lifting your hips to the side so she could go deeper into you.

“Ugh yeah,” she whined as she shut her eyes tightly. “Shit, shit shit… Take it all in, sweet girl. F-Fuck me!”

“You feel so good inside of me,” you let out a long moan, threading your fingers through her short hair. “Keep going, Tasha. K-Keep going.”

"Oh my fucking god, you're taking me so well," she begins, making the entire couch shake and creak loudly. She didn't care if anyone heard you both, but if her daughter awoke from the strange sound coming from the living room, she would quickly pull out. Despite knowing her daughter was a heavy sleeper, she continued to rock her hips back and forth until there were red marks on your thighs. “Take it, take it, take it…”

Your moans started to get louder and louder, and you were holding Natasha tightly from her back as you felt your inner walls being abused by her penis, her thick long dick. The woman starts to helplessly moan and kisses your mouth hard.

“I’m gonna fucking cum all over your stomach,” she whispers slowly to you, bringing your hips up and down to take her length all the way inside of you. “You wanna cum with me, baby doll? Wanna cum with me? Oh fuck, I’m going to blow–”

Natasha pulls out quickly as she presses the tip of her cock against your clit, furiously rubbing it to catch your orgasm. You grabbed her neck and screamed, "I'm cumming! I’m gonna cum–Oh my god, Nat… I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too, baby! I’m here now–shit!”

You roll your eyes back as you feel your legs twitching from your orgasm, the head of her cock rubbing up and down on your clit, intensifying your orgasm. As the world darkens around you, you arch your back, knowing that it has become this much for you. Natasha looks down at your face and pumps her cock hard, spitting thick sperm all over your cunt, coating your clit and folds. She lets out a deep moan and thrusts her dick into her hand as she continues to cum. Her thick sperm coated your cunt, but most of it was on your lower stomach.

Her balls contracted as she continued to pump herself. As soon as she slows down, she sighs heavily and hugs you from behind, kissing your reddened cheeks while smiling softly down at you. Natasha whispered, “That was amazing, baby girl. You did such a great job for me.”

"Thank you," you muttered as you fell asleep, too tired to speak and too tired to think. Natasha recognized this and decided to kiss you on the cheek one last time before standing up to find a blanket for the two of you, butt naked. She decides to slip her unhardened cock inside your vagina once she is comfortable with her position behind you and sleeps peacefully on your warm walls hugging her dick.

i got lazy at the end but hope you enjoyed this one!

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badingsm · 6 months

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hai! can you write a g!p/intersex nat big age gap

Warnings: Cursing, age gap, office romance, slightly mean Nat, intersex (but it will only come soon!), no hate towards Sharon :)

Hi Anon! It's going to be a miniseries again because The Proposal is my all-time favorite romcom (love SANDY B!) and it's kind of fitting anyway. Nat is in her early 40s and the reader's mid-20s, okay? I think Sands was 45 in that movie.

"Shit, shit, shit-"

You muttered underneath your breath as you tried to slip past the crowd.

Your alarm clock rang on time, but your body didn't wake up on time, and now you were in a rush to get your boss's coffee because, if not, she'd chew you down with her endless words filled with anger and more.

"Y/n! Hey!" Athena called you over the line, and you sighed in relief. "Here you go! Your regular lattes."

"Thank you, thank you! You saved my life!" You grinned sweetly towards the other woman with whom you've shared a special bond because of the times that she has saved you from getting the tardiness talk with your punctual boss. You then rushed to the traffic, mingling with the cars, to cross over the street to go and enter your building. Thankfully, just as the doors of the elevator were about to close, you ended up entering just in time. You turned your head, panting, to your co-worker beside you. "Are you okay there, buddy?"

He nodded shortly and said, "Yes."

"Yeah, me too!" You smiled.

The ride in the elevator was quiet, but you felt relieved when you realized that you were four minutes earlier than your boss. The doors soon opened, and just as you were rushing through your boss's office, you suddenly collided with the janitor named Fred, causing the one cup of coffee to spill all over your clothes.

"Sweet jesus!"

"I'm so sorry!" He apologized profusely, and you didn't have the heart to get mad because he's a good man.

But still.

You've got a soaking button-up blouse, making you rush towards your friend's corner to borrow hers because you know you'll be sitting on an hour and a half lecture about your dirty clothes at work.

And nobody wants that.

"I've got Taylor Swift Eras Tour tickets, VIPs, and I need a shirt in 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.."

"Morning hassle?" Kate chuckled lowly, already removing her suit jacket to go change with you in the corner.

"Thanks!" You breathed out, grabbing one of the coffee cups before rushing towards the witch's office because you'd already heard the loud clacking noises of her annoying stilettos. "Morning, boss. You have a conference meeting in 30 minutes."

"Yes. The one with the team where we'll talk about their useless opinions because they're just all words and no action, I know."

"Briefing with Director Fury by 9 o'clock."

"Did you call the one with the—the ugly attitude like her?"

"Sharon." You nodded. "I told her she'd be fired if she didn't pass her files by 4. The immigration also called-"

"Cancel the call. Push the meeting to tomorrow. Keep the lawyer on the sheets," Natasha mumbled while typing aggressively on her keyboard. "You should know our priorities by now."

Just as you were about to respond, the phone rang loudly, causing you to jog over the table to go and pick it up.

"Miss Romanoff's office." You greeted through the phone, "Yes, Director, you're calling us in your office—and we're on our way." You answered when you saw Natasha's signal. "Yes. We'll be there in 5. Thank you."

"Go grab the document that I told you to finish a few days ago," Natasha instructed with her monotone voice while she grabbed her coffee and turned around. You were about to do as she said when suddenly, you heard Natasha speak again, "Um, who's Athena, and why does she want me to call her?"

You turned around, grimacing when you saw her raised brows, holding the cup of coffee with some written phone number. "Well, that was originally my cup."

She squinted her eyes. "And I'm drinking your coffee, why?"

"Because your coffee spilled." You watch her take a sip slowly.

"So you drink unsweetened cinnamon-light soy lattes?" Natasha questioned carefully. You could practically feel the sharpness of her jawbone as she looked at you through those dangerous eyes of hers.

"I do," You replied, biting your inner cheeks. "It's like Christmas in a cup."

"Christmas in a cup, my ass."

"Excuse me, gentlemen." You knocked against the hardwood door just as instructed and practiced. "Miss Foster's calling over the phone unstoppably, and I keep telling her you're otherwise engaged with some-"

Natasha signaled you sharply to come inside the room after she looked at you weirdly for a good while, as if some light bulb had just snapped inside her head, and you reluctantly agreed, even if it was against your will.

"Gentlemen," Natasha started with her sickly sweet smile that you know, even from a distance, is a fake one of hers, but she's always good at covering it up. "I understand the predicament that we are in. The thing about my deportation is kind of—and this might come as a surprise, but I assure you, no deportation will happen because well, Y/n and I—are, um, getting married.." You suddenly felt dizzy when those words were let out of her mouth. "Yes, you heard it right. We're getting married."

"Who's getting married?" Ross questioned with his white hair, chin-filled beard, and sarcastic look.

"Oh, you know, Y/n and I," Natasha answered with ease, even though you felt your whole world thicken with tension. "Just like your former assistant, Miranda—whom you fired because your wife found out about your affair," Your boss smirked when she finally got the upper hand again. "Y/n and I... we weren't meant to fall in love, but we did, and now we're getting married."

"Who's...?" You couldn't even utter a sentence because you stood there, completely dumbfounded. You were bombarded with this conversation that you had never even once in your life imagined happening. "Who's getting married...?"

"You and I." Natasha pinched your side so as not to make the others see. "Are getting married."

Cruel. Witch.

You blinked owlishly and repeated, "You and I are..."

"You and I are getting married, baby." Natasha awkwardly hugged you, patting your back while you coughed silently with the force that her palm had carried. "We're getting married soon, my love."

"Wow." You fishmouthed, your brain running through a million miles while your mouth stayed rooted in its agape. "You... you and I are getting married?"

"Yes." She faced the director, who's been eerily silent ever since you've entered. "So, are we good here? Is there anything else?"

"Um," Ross cleared his throat loudly, "Just make it official, Miss Romanoff."

"Right!" Natasha nodded. "Wedding rings. Ceremonies. Got it. Of course."

"Mm, congratulations on the engagement, though."

"Thanks, Directors." Natasha briefly bid her goodbyes, and then you and her were off to go.

You followed her silently from behind, already hearing the defeaning murmurs of your co-workers, and you were already sweating profusely as you followed and shut the door behind the both of you.

Natasha sat through her paperwork, signing here and there like she hadn't just set your whole world upside down with her (not so) little announcement.

"Um, excuse me, were you not there?" You scoffed sarcastically, your jaw clenching while your fists shook uncomfortably against your sweaty palm. "What happened in there?"

"What?" Natasha raised her brow.

"Wedding? Marriage?" You whisper-shouted. "What the hell?!"

"Believe me, this will benefit you tremendously too," She replied, giving you a silent eye roll that you didn't fail to see because your eyes were trained against her. "If anything, you should be thanking me."

"Do explain."

"Well, for one, if I'm getting deported, you'll be automatically moved or fired, and I guarantee you, it will be the latter, and I know you don't want that." Natasha finally looked up from her paperworks; she stopped everything that she's doing as you stood there having an intense staring contest with her. "Don't you?" She scoffed, lolwly mumbling, "And it's not like you're saving yourself for somebody else."

"Well, I'd like to think so." With gritted teeth, you shook your head from side to side and answered, "No."

"Exactly. So, now, we're getting married." She uttered like it was the easiest and most normal thing in the world, "Schedule a meeting with the immigration department so everything will fall into place, yeah?"

Yeah, no..

Because really..

What the hell is going on?!

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gingiesworld · 5 months

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Pet Play

Pet! Wanda Maximoff x Dom! Natasha Romanoff x Dom! Carol Danvers x Sub! Pet! Amab! Reader

Warnings! Smut!!! Shameless Smut!!!

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18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N woke up tied up to a chair, cold shivers as they felt the cold air over their naked form. Trying to break free of the binds that held them to the chair, soon hearing footsteps approaching but unable to see through the darkness.

“Our pet is finally awake.” A raspy voice spoke as they heard the sound of a whip cracking.

“Can we please play with them now?” A soft voice begged as they soon felt a hand run down their chest, long nails scratched at their skin.

“Not yet, little witch.” Another voice spoke, soon a single bulb lit up the room as it hung low from the ceiling.

“Why am I here?” They asked as they struggled against the woman behind them.

“I need something from you.” The once soft voice growled in their ear. “And only you can help me.”

“Come on, witchy.” The raspy voice groaned, soon a redhead approached, ridding herself of her robe. “You know we like to play first.” She pulled the brunette around, she only looked around 25 but she had bags under her eyes, pain within her irises as she listened to the older woman. Y/N soon watched as a blonde woman came into view, all three of them naked.

“Look, I don’t know any of you.” They tried as they looked at the blonde. “I honestly don’t, so please let me go.”

“You know, we may need to do some extra work first.” The blonde spoke as she looked at the redhead before she forced the brunette to her knees.

“You know what you need to do, little witch.” The redhead spoke tenderly as she ran her fingers through her brown locks.

“You don’t.” Y/N started as they shook their head as Wanda looked up at them with a smirk.

“Oh, but I want to.” Her eyes never left theirs as she started to rub their hardening cock before wrapping her lips around the tip.

“Fuck.” They whispered as the other two smirked, both deciding to sit side by side on the bed.

“Eyes open.” Natasha ordered them. “And eyes on us.” They did as they were told, soon groaning as they watched the two spread their legs, getting a full view of both of their glistening pussys.

“You will not cum until we say.” Carol told them firmly as the two women started to rub their clits, eyes remaining on both Wanda and Y/N.

“That’s enough Wanda.” Natasha barked as the brunette pulled away from Y/N, leaving a string of saliva as she looked up into their eyes.

“What?” They whined as the three women smirked. They watched as Carol got up from her seat, moving behind Y/N as Wanda approached Nat.

“The girls want to put on a little show for you.” Carol told them as she bit their ear, making sure their eyes never left the two women on the bed making out. “You see, Wanda is our little pet who deserves a reward.” They watched as Nat kissed Wanda roughly, making her moan as she pulled her onto her lap, her hands kneading her breasts roughly as her kisses descended down Wanda’s neck.

“Oh.” She moaned as Nat pushed two fingers inside her aching whole, groaning as Nat thrust her fingers at a steady pace, Wanda was a panting and moaning mess as she leaned her head on the redhead’s shoulder.

“Do you like that kitten?” Nat husked out as she curled her fingers as she pulled out, slamming three back inside causing Wanda to let out a guttural moan. “Words.” She spoke harshly as Carol massaged Y/N’s shoulders, keeping their eyes on the women on the bed.

“Yes.” Wanda mewled as Nat increased her pace, the sound of Wanda’s moans, the squelching of her arousal and the heavy uneven breaths from Y/N filled the room.

“Are you close, baby girl?” Carol cooed as she moved away from Y/N and approached the two on the bed.

“So close.” She answered as Nat smirked.

“Beg for it.” She growled as Wanda whimpered.

“Please, please let me cum.” She whined pathetically as she soon bit her lip harshly. “Please.” She whispered in a broken voice. “I need it.” Carol smiled as her hand ran up and down Wanda’s back, her other hand moving to grip her jaw, forcing her to look in her eyes.

“Cum for me sweet girl.” She told her before pressing her lips to hers, muffling to sounds coming from Wanda as she came hard on Nat’s finger. “Good girl.” She smiled before she pulled Wanda from Nat’s lap, forcing her to stand on unsteady legs as she pushed Nat to lay down. “Use your sweet mouth for me.” She caressed Wanda’s cheek. “Make her cum.”

Wanda did as she was told, moving Nat’s legs over her shoulders, diving straight in as she licked a strip through her folds, making her moan as Carol walked behind Wanda, massaging her ass as she soon pulled her hand away and brought it back to the soft flesh harshly.

“Fuck.” Nat groaned as Wanda was pushed further into her, the vibrations of Wanda’s moans sending vibrations through her, adding to her pleasure.

“Uh.” Wanda mewled as Carol pushed her fingers inside her, thrusting three fingers in and out at a steady pace. All Y/N could do was watch as the were painfully hard, ready to combust at any moment.

“You see, Wanda here is craving something more than what Nat or I can give her.” Carol told them as she smirked at Y/N’s state, ready to go feral if they were untied. “She wants to bear a child.” She turned her attention back to Wanda briefly. “And you can give that to her. A baby for our little pet.” She taunted as Nat screamed as she came, squirting as Wanda couldn’t stop as she was reaching her own high. “Will you do that if I untie you or will you run?” She increased her pace as Wanda soon became a mess as she remained between Nat’s thighs. “I think your primal need to procreate will overcome you previous desire to flee.”

“Just get me free.” They growled as Carol tutted, approaching them and forcing her fingers inside their mouth, smirking as they moaned at Wanda’s taste on them. Once she removed them from their mouth, she slapped them hard across the cheek, sure enough to leave a mark.

“Don’t. Disrespect. Me.” She growled, enunciating each word as she gripped their jaw. Nat was already moving from the bed to the sofa as Wanda lay on her back, her legs spread as she waited for Y/N. “Once I untie you.” She held up a knife that was situated on the drawers beside her. “You will fuck Wanda, fill her as many times as she needs it.” She smirked at them as their eyes never left the blade. “Or I will stab you, but not before I cut off your little friend here.” She spoke as she grazed their thigh with the sharp edge of the blade. “So we need you to behave.”

She released them, soon pulling them to their feet and pushing them towards the bed, Wanda watched as they approached her with her lip between her teeth, her eyes watching their every movement as they soon became eye level. Sensing some nerves within them as she wrapped her leg around their waist.

“Fuck me.” She told them, looking in their eyes. “Hard.” Both Nat and Carol watched as Y/N soon pushed their lips together in a hard kiss, their hands roaming her body roughly as she soon moaned. Allowing them to move their kisses down her jaw to her neck, grazing her skin with their teeth. Her hands rested on their shoulders as they soon inserted their length. Wanda gasped at the sudden intrusion, her nails digging into their skin as they thrust their hips at a fast pace, pulling all of the way out before slamming themselves back inside of her.

“Fuck.” The four of them gasped in unison, both Nat and Carol had their clits rubbing against the other on the sofa as they watched the other two on the bed, the bruises forming on both of their bodies as Y/N fucked Wanda as she wanted. Wanda screamed as she squirted beneath Y/N who soon came, filling her up. Soon Nat and Carol followed shortly as their juices mixed together. Y/N remained inside of Wanda as both Nat and Carol got their robes, heading towards the door as Y/N and Wanda remained still on the bed, both fast asleep as the two locked the door behind them, smirks on their faces at the thought of their new pet.

“Are you sure they won’t escape?” Nat questioned as the two sat down with a glass of wine.

“They have nowhere to go, the world already thinks that Y/N Y/L/N is dead.” Carol smirked as she glanced out of the window over the now sleeping city. “So we may as well enjoy our new pet.” The two clinked their glasses before finishing the bottle as the other two remained sleeping in each other’s arms.

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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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Oral Exam

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When your academic rival gets the graduate assistant job you wanted, you’re standoffish towards each other until one party changes everything

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (both receiving), thigh riding, thirsting for Nat

Note: I just couldn’t get college Nat out of my head again so here we are. Enjoy!

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It’s finally summer break. Well, for exactly one week it was. You decided to stay for summer classes and try to graduate early, so you only got one week of break.

That part isn’t ideal, but some of your friends are also staying. You’re determined to make it a fun summer anyways.

As you and Wanda walk to class, you catch up on her week at home.

“How was your family?” You ask her.

“Clingy,” she says. “But really good. Pietro asked about you.” She says the last part with a grin knowing that Pietro has had a crush on you since he met you.

“Not my type,” you say, laughing as you open the door to the building.

Wanda chuckles and you follow her inside.

“Right. Your type is redhead sisters of your close friend,” she teases.

“Wands, I do not have a type and it’s certainly not Natasha!”

Wanda laughs it off and you two walk into the classroom. You sit next to her and later Kate comes in and sits on your other side.

“Who got the graduate assistant job?” Another one of your friends, Peter, asks the group.

“I don’t know. I just know it wasn’t me,” you say with a bite to your tone.

You were up for the role despite being a year away from graduation. The professor, Dr. Banner, had loved your writing this semester and he was going to make an exception for you. But at the last minute someone else applied and got the job.

You’re still teeming from the memory when none other than Natasha Romanoff walks in. Was she in this class? Surely she had taken it already.

“Hello everyone. Dr. Banner is running behind, so I’m going to be leading class today. I’m Natasha your graduate assistant,” the redhead introduces herself.

She throws a glance your way and you cross your arms over your chest. Of course she got the job. Dr. Banner practically drools over her.

Natasha starts going over the syllabus with the class and dives into the material. You don’t say a word the entire lecture. She notices.

“I will see you all tomorrow,” Natasha says. Everyone gathers their things, but you’re stopped by her voice. “Can you hang back, y/n?”

You stay put and wait for your classmates to leave. Natasha leans against the desk and looks you over. You feel warm under her gaze.

“Are you not going to participate in class?” Nat asks.

“Not when you got the job I deserved,” you say.

“Ah,” Nat revels. “I’m sorry.”

You scoff at her words. She stands up straighter. You don’t miss the way her dress hugs her hips as she does so.

“I am sorry. Even if you don’t believe me. We both applied for the job. It’s not personal,” Nat says.

“You only got the job because Banner wants to fuck you.”

“How dare you?” Nat says. She invades your space and you’re overcome by the scent of her. “Maybe Bruce wants to sleep with me, which never ever will happen. But I got this job because I’m qualified for it. I worked for it. Do not reduce me to something that man wants.”

You don’t really know how to reply. You know everything she said is true and you feel bad for even questioning her qualification.

“Are you going to say anything?” Nat asks.

“I’m sorry. I’ll participate in class tomorrow,” you say.

Natasha backs away from you and gathers her papers from the desk.

“Good. Your grade depends on it and I’d hate for a pretty girl like you to fail this class,” she says. Her tone changed and for the first time you really think you might be attracted to her.

You leave the classroom and meet up with your classmates to do your homework. The next couple of weeks go by pretty smoothly. You participate and find Natasha to be tolerable despite her position.

She wears dresses and button ups that threaten to distract you, but you keep trying to fight your attraction to her.

It’s one week before finals when you meet up with your classmates to study.

But at some point the study session turns into a drinking game.

You’re a few shots in when your friend Yelena walks in the door. She’s been home for the summer, so you haven’t seen her.

“Yelena!” You pull her into a hug and kiss her cheeks.

“Hi drunk, y/n,” she says, chuckling at your over affectionate self. “I brought Nat hope that’s cool.”

Before you can reply, Yelena is off to talk to her girlfriend. Natasha appears behind her. She’s wearing a light blue button up shirt and khakis. She is wearing what she had on in class today and she looks so good.

“This doesn’t look like studying,” Natasha says, taking in the scene. There are people everywhere drinking and chatting.

“You want a drink?” You ask her, ignoring her comment.

She nods and you grab her a beer. You get pulled away to play a game and beer pong, but after you win you try and find Nat again.

She’s outside and you bring her another drink. Nat accepts it easily, getting a little buzz of her own.

“You look good,” she tells you. It catches you off guard.

“Oh, thanks. You look good too,” you tell her. And she does. She’s undone some of her shirt buttons and her bra peaks out just a bit from her shirt.

“Thank you, y/n,” Nat says. It’s dark but you think you see her blush. It’s quiet for a moment as the two of you stand together. She breaks the silence. “I forgot you were friends with my sister.”

“Oh yeah. Yelena and I have been friends since freshman year. She’s great.”

“I’m inclined to agree. Do you think Kate is good for her?” Nat asks. It’s already the longest conversation you’ve ever had with the woman.

You nod. “They’re both really happy.”

“Good,” Nat says. “What about you? Are you seeing anyone?”

“Nope,” you say. “Although my friend’s brother is into me, so it is nice to be crushed on.”

Natasha chuckles and takes a sip of her beer. You notice the way her neck flexes as she leans it back and swallows the drink.

“You’re so beautiful,” you blurt out, feeling unfiltered from the shots you took earlier. “I mean- yeah you’re beautiful and I’m annoyed by your academic success but I also find you incredibly attractive.”

She smirks at your rambling. Natasha shifts closer to you. Her lips hover over yours.

“I also find you attractive,” Natasha says. “And I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Please.”

Natasha closes the distance and kisses you. Her empty hand comes to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. When her tongue moves into your mouth, you feel weak in your knees.

“My bedroom is upstairs,” you tell her once you break for air.

“Let’s go,” she says.

You take her hand and pull her through the crowded rooms to your bedroom. She closes the door behind herself and kisses you again. And again and again.

“I want you,” you tell her. “I thought about this when you were up there teaching today.”

“Oh yeah?” Nat asks. She kisses your neck and bites against your skin gently.

“Mhm, I don’t remember what the lesson was about.”

Natasha smirks against your neck and slips her hand under your shirt. Her strong hand moves over your side and pushes your shirt up. She stops kissing you long enough to slip the shirt over your head.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” Natasha says as her eyes rake over your body.

The two of fall back into your bed. You reach for her hips to pull her closer. She straddles your hips and kisses you again. You begin to unbutton her shirt and you leave a kiss to her exposed skin with every button.

When you open the shirt completely, you waste no time unclasping the bra that had just barely been showing earlier.

“Oh Natasha,” you say before you take her nipple into your mouth. She moans at the feeling.

“I get the feeling you don’t hate me,” Natasha says as she begins unbuttoning your pants. You continue your efforts against her chest.

“Not right now I don’t,” you say. She smirks and slips a hand into your pants. You can imagine how wet you are down there.

Nat pulls her chest away from your lips and moves down the bed. She slips your pants off and takes off her own. Her red lacy panties don’t leave much to your imagination.

“Fuck me,” you mumble. She chuckles and lays on her stomach, settling between your legs. She kisses the dark spot against your underwear, teasing you with her hands on your thighs.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. God I love it,” she says. “You don’t know how many times I imagined you just like this. All spread out for me.” She drops kisses to your thighs as she slips your underwear off your legs.

“You imagined this?” You ask her.

Nat pauses and moves back up your body. She hovers over you with her arms on either side of you. Leaning down she stops just short of your lips.

“I’ve imagined this. I’ve wanted you for so long. I had to take care of myself every night after class because I couldn’t get you out of my head,” Natasha explains.

You pull her lips to yours and kiss her until you’re dizzy. She grins and moves back to her previous spot.

“Fuck Natasha,” you moan as she dives right in this time. You’re not embarrassed for how wet you are for her. It makes you feel so good how she basks in the pleasure of you.

She uses her fingers to work around the edges of your folds and her tongue licks and sucks expertly. She’s definitely done this before.

When your legs begin to shake, she knows you’re close but she doesn’t stop her ministrations. She goes faster, adding a finger to work in tandem with her tongue.

“Nat,” you whisper, pleasure keeping you from being any louder. “Please.”

“Let go, detka,” she says. Her deep voice vibrates against you and cum hard against her tongue.

Natasha keeps her lips on you until you’re pushing on her head to ask for a break. She kisses your hips, stomach, and breasts as she makes her way to your face again.

“Are you okay?” She asks. Her hand rests on your cheek, it feels so loving, so soft.

“I’m- I feel amazing,” you tell her. She smiles and brushes her thumb over your face.

You kiss her softly, but the want for her takes over quickly and you’re pulling her onto you again. You slip off her panties and can’t help the gasp that you let out. Her body is just so perfect.

She moves her hips against you and moans when your leg falls between hers. You feel her wetness against your leg.

“I’m going to ride your thigh, baby,” Natasha says. You’re not going to say no to that.

You reach for her hips and help her move against you. She’s above you, her perfect breasts moving with every thrust of her hips.

“Come for me, Natasha. Show me how you thought about me each night after class,” you say. You know the talking is working when Nat has to fight to keep her hips going. “You’re so hot right now. Being so good for me.”

“Fuck,” she mumbles.

“That’s it, sweetheart. I thought about you when I touched myself too, Nat. Keep going.”

Her movements become more erratic and she’s coming on your thigh. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Once Natasha’s recovered, she lays next to you and you reach for her hand. She grips yours back easily.

“How do you feel?” You ask her, turning your head to face her. She’s got her eyes closed, and when she opens then you’re lost in the sea of green.

“I feel like I’m dangerously close to falling in love with you,” Natasha admits.

“Is that a bad thing?” You ask.

“No,” Nat says with a smirk. “But technically I am your teacher.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Well, maybe you can give me an A on my exam then?”

Natasha laughs and leans in to kiss your forehead.

“It was worth a shot,” you joke. “Really, I like you so much.”

“I like you so much, too. The class is over in a week and then we can go out,” Nat says. “If you’d like to,” she adds shyly.

“Of course,” you say. “Would you like to stay tonight? I mean it’s already late and you live across campus and-“

“Yes,” Nat interrupts your rambling. “I think technically this would still count as the same evening so we could-“

You cut her off with a kiss. The kind that is definitely going to lead to more. When you pull away, Nat is smiling mischievously.

“Oh, you’re definitely getting an A for tonight,” Natasha says.

“I haven’t even taken the exam yet,” you climb onto her and she giggles happily. It’s the most carefree you’ve ever seen her.

You sink down onto the mattress and settle between her legs.

“I get it,” Nat says aloud. “An oral exam.”

You share a long laugh with her. Mostly because you didn’t even mean to make that reference. But when you bury your face between her legs, suddenly everything becomes clear about how you feel about her.

And you know that you want her more than anything else in the world.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #college!natasha #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff au #natasha romanoff fluff

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Natasha Romanoff x Bimbo!Reader

You’re a pretty assistant working at the Avengers’ compound. Your job is simple and easy cause, really, it’s the most you can handle. She gets frustrated at how you keep flaunting your assets at the men, especially other Avengers, Steve and Thor’s eyes practically popping out of their sockets as you bend over the table at a meeting and your cleavage shows. She decides to corner you in a room and teach you a lesson on what being an airheaded little tease gets you.

my first natasha fic! I'm so happy, I hope you like it!

summary - natasha is fed up with you flaunting everything to the other avengers.

warning - smut, female on female, fingering, swearing, slut, bimbo.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

How could you be so oblivious? Did you not know that you were showing everything off to everyone? You always come to work in tiny skirts and revealing tops. Natasha scowled in the corner of the room as she watched you bend over the table, gathering some of the spilled papers. Oblivious to Steve’s and Thor’s eyes practically popping out of their heads as they land on your cleavage. Her jaw clenches as you giggle, standing straight and letting out a small oops. You spin around, giving her a soft smile, her eyes stuck to your glossy lips. She desperately wanted to bend you over that table and punish you for being an oblivious slut.

The whole meeting, Natasha watched you, thinking of ways to teach you a lesson. When the meeting finished, you left the room, clueless to the many eyes watching your hips sway. She decided to follow and smiled when you walked into an empty room. Natasha locked the door behind her, stalking closer to you. She grips your hips and spins you around, a squeak falling from your lips as you stare at her wide-eyed. “You shouldn’t be such an airheaded little tease.” Her hand approaches your face, and her thumb rests on your bottom lip as she pushes it gently, staring into your eyes. “You might give someone the wrong idea, or maybe that’s what you want, huh? You want someone to fuck the bimbo out of you.”

You whimper, your lips wrap around her thumb, and you begin to suck automatically. You barely notice Natasha spreading your legs, her other hand sliding between them, and you moan when her fingers start to play with your puffy clit. “I–I…”

“No knickers?” She growls, glaring down at you as her fingers slide deep into your tight little hole. “You fucking slut, you were just asking for this.” She watches you whimper and squirm, still sucking her thumb as your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Always teasing me with your tiny skirts and tight shirts. Do you know hard it is to stay calm and not ruin you in front of everyone else?” She whispers. Her sultry voice causes your walls to clamp down on her fingers, whining as she curls them into your sweet spot. Her thumb rolled around your puffy clit, making you see stars.

Your lips pout when Natasha pulls her thumb from your mouth, only to moan as she places her lips against yours, moving them slowly as you lean into her. Her fingers curl, and her pace picks up. Your cunt pulses, and your back arches. You whine as your juices flow out, covering her, and she smirks, pulling them out and sticking them in her mouth. “Mm, you taste so good, baby.” The fingers in her mouth move to yours, and you moan around them as you suck your juices off. “You’re mine now. I’m the only one that gets to taste you, understand?” You nod, continuing to suck.

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thewidowsledger · 11 months

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Secrets Behind Our Dreams

Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.

Pairing: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Reader

Warnings: 18+, bad writing, slow burn, angst, violence, sexual themes, details of torture and weapons

Author's Note: Each chapter will have its own warning, check my navigation first before interacting; minors do not interact. Please excuse my mistakes; English is not my native language.

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Masterlist

Chapter 1: Our Dreams

Chapter 2: Finding My Dream

Chapter 3: Your Forgotten Dream Isn't Real

Chapter 4: Am I Dreaming?

Chapter 5: Secrets Out

Chapter 6: Sweet Dreams

Chapter 7: Business

Chapter 8: Unwelcome

Chapter 9: Moving Out

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#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff au #natasha romanoff fanfic #black widow x reader

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noctumbra · 2 years

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𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞

summary ─ “i thought we were going to share her, barnes.”

pairings ─ dilf!neighbor!pornstar!bucky barnes x reader x milf!pornstar!natasha romanoff

warnings ─ smut, +18, threesome yo, oral sex (f receiving), anal sex, strap ons, kissing, cockring, nipple play, natalia is indeed blowing the reader’s mind eheheeh, james is losing it lol, dirty talk, pet names, reader is being sandwiched between james and natasha, fluff, found family trope is real :’)

a/n ─ hi! i’m back with a part three. many of you asked for a part where natasha was involved, so i thought i could give you guys this little piece of heaven <333 lol.enjoy this 8.5k monster! i’m sorry it took me too long to write and post it :( hope you like it! thank you so much for all the love you’ve shown for the previous parts <33 please leave comments if you like it! thank you <333

part one ─ part two

You were baking cookies with Anya when James stepped into his apartment with Natasha behind him. Anya shrieked happily as she launched herself into the arms of her mother. Natasha chuckled and hugged her, arms tight around her tiny body and her face hidden into the crook of her daughter’s neck. You smiled at the sight.

“Hiya, pumpkin,” James murmured to Anya, kissing her forehead and petting her head before he made his way to you. “Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips, pressing a chaste kiss and cuddling you up in his arms. Your smile widened as you leaned against him and kissed his jaw.

“Hmm,” you hummed. “Hey, handsome.” James rumbled happily, rubbing his scruff covered face against your neck. You giggled lightly.

“What are you guys making?” Natasha asked. Anya was still in her arms a couple minutes ago; their hair color matching, they looked cuddly and warm hugging like that. It was so easy to see their similarities when they were cuddling around you like that. You felt something tugging the strings of your heart at the thought of that and blinked away the tears that suddenly filled your eyes.

“Uh, cookies,” you said, tearing your eyes away from them. “Anya asked very nicely, and I was craving sweets,” you added, shrugging. James snorted lightly right next to your ear.

“When do you not crave sweets?” He asked fondly. You rolled your eyes, elbowing him lightly. He chuckled. “I’m not complaining,” he said, raising his hands in the air as a peace offering. You frowned, missing the heaviness of them on your body. “Thanks to your ‘cravings’, I get to eat cookies whenever I want.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes again.

“I thought it was you who was supposed to bake me sweets,” you narrowed your eyes at him. “Somehow our roles are reversed.” James smiled at you way too innocently, and you pushed his stupid face away. He chuckled.

“Fine, I’ll bake you some cupcakes tomorrow, a’right?” He asked. You shrugged. He let out a soft ‘aww’ and scooped you up in his arms, plastering his body to yours. You sighed. “Yeah?” He peered up at you, his cheek resting against your shoulder. You nodded. “Good.” He kissed your neck. You shivered.

“I thought we were going to share her, Barnes,” Natasha grumbled behind you, making you almost choke on your spit. James’ body tensed momentarily, and then he let out a huff. “I know you went on your fourteenth date,” she added. You pressed your lips tightly to stop yourself from smirking. “You said we can share her after the tenth.” She walked up to you both, sans Anya, and leaned forward on her elbows on the counter. “I’ve been patient.”

“Christ, Nat,” James grumbled. Then, he paused. “I know what I said,” he added. “I keep my words, you know that, and there is a reason you came home with me today.” It was your turn to tense. James pressed a kiss on your shoulder.

“Um,” you started with a low voice just in case if Anya was nearby. “What are you sluts planning?” You asked them. “And I mean sluts with my sincerest, fondest, horniest feelings.” James laughed while Natasha grinned, her green eyes were shining with amusement. James nuzzled into your nape.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a low, slightly raspy voice. “We are not going to do anything you’re against.” He kissed the skin under his lips, and you shivered. “We are not going to bite until you ask us to.” You shivered once again. Natasha watched you with hungry eyes; her light green eyes blended into a darker tone of it. You cleared your throat when you heard quick, small steps approaching to the kitchen.

“Mama!” Anya barged in. “I’m ready. Are they here yet?” Natasha smiled at her daughter. Anya was going to have a sleepover at one of her kindergarten friend’s place, and their parents offered to pick her up on their way home. Anya was excited because it wasn’t every day event that happened to her.

“They should be here any minute, baby,” Natasha murmured. “You got everything you need?” She asked then, and peered inside her little bag, checking if she packed her pajamas, toothbrush and paste, and all the other things she might need over there. Just as Natasha made sure that she was alright, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” James said. “Help her put on her coat?” He asked you, smiling when you nodded. “Nat, her shoes are supposed to be in there,” he pointed at the small closet by the door. You grabbed her small coat and helped her put it on with her bag. Natasha brought her shoes as James opened the door and greeted the parents. In under a minute, Anya was at the door.

“Be good, okay?” James murmured, kissing her forehead. Anya nodded. Natasha stroked her cheek gently.

“Call us if you need us to pick you up,” she added, and Anya murmured an ‘I will’. Then, she looked at you as if she expected you to say something like her parents did. You swallowed and put on a smile because it warmed you that she thought about you in that way.

“Have fun, ruby,” you said. “Gossip. I’ll get the deeds from you later.” You winked at her. Anya giggled, nodding. All of you bid your goodbyes, and Anya left. You stood where you were for a minute while James closed the door and locked it. “It’s so quiet when she’s not around. It’s weird,” you mumbled. Natasha and James laughed.

“I know,” James said. “I felt empty and didn’t know what to do when she went away for the first time.” He shrugged. “’s kinda why I got that asshole,” he said, pointing at Alpine. You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t call him asshole,” you whined. “I’m gonna call him that out loud one day when Anya is around and gonna have to explain it.” James snickered. You ignored him. “Besides, Alpy isn’t an asshole, right, boy?” You asked him, and Alpine let out an approving mrow. “Damn right, he says.” Natasha shook her head with a fond look on her face.

“Dunno where you found her but I want one,” she said. You felt your face warming up. James smiled, his long fingers stroking the back of your hand. “She’s chaotic and puts up with your bullshit,” Natasha added, shrugging. “You don’t happen to have a sister or brother, do you?” You shook your head.

“Nah, sorry,” you said, but paused. “I do have a friend, though.” Natasha raised a curious eyebrow on the air. “He’s… a mess. Probably more chaotic than me, but he’s a good guy.” Natasha hummed. She walked up to where you and James were standing.

“Maybe you’ll introduce us after we’re done with you tonight,” she whispered. Her green eyes were burning with a dark fire in them. You breathed in shakily. Natasha stepped into your personal space, her nose touching yours and her lips brushing against your own, she tilted her head to her side a little. “You’re gonna be so fun to take apart, aren’t you?” She murmured. You tightened your hold on James’ hand, and he gave you an assuring one in return.

“She’s vocal,” James whispered, but his words were for Natasha. “You like your partners being vocal,” he added. As he talked, his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your nape, making all the hair on your body raise.

“I’m in charge, though,” James said, suddenly his voice was serious and mean and controlling. “You’re just a guest whom we decided to let you join us for the night.” He pulled back. You craned your neck to look at him. His blue eyes were dark, face tense and stare commanding. His focus was on Natasha. “Anything she doesn’t want, anytime she says ‘stop’, you are to pull back, not to touch and leave my apartment if necessary. Understood?” Natasha nodded. “Verbal answer, please.”

“Understood,” she said. Her voice was equally serious. You licked your lips as you watched them look at each other for a couple seconds before James turned to you.

“Why don’t you go to the bedroom and get freshen up a bit, hm, love?” He offered. “We’ll finish up in here and join you.” You nodded, and he kissed you sweetly on the lips, making you sigh. “Take your time if you need to.” You nodded again. He kissed you again and watched you leave with a fond look in his eyes.

“I’ll be careful with her, I promise,” Natasha murmured. She knew him the best, knew what he was thinking and what he was afraid of. “We’ll go easy on her, and I’ll listen to whatever you say.” She paused. “You won’t hear me saying that again, by the way.” James’ lips curled up for an amused smile. Natasha rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” James chuckled softly.

“Thank you,” he said. His voice was sincere and full of emotions. You were someone very special in his life after Anya, and he didn’t want to do something stupid and lose you. James wasn’t sure if he could survive from that. So, he was going to be as careful as he could just in case.

“Stop fretting,” Natasha said. “You’re gonna ruin the mood if you keep thinking hard.” James sighed. Natasha was right, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop himself. Holding his hand, Natasha gave him a squeeze. “It’s going to be alright, James,” she whispered.

James nodded. “I know.” He felt like a kid, all pouting and whining, but… He sighed again. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “Let’s get some snacks and water, and maybe clean up here.” Natasha’s eyes held his for a while, but then she nodded, following him to the kitchen.

The kitchen wasn’t too messy. The cookies were mostly ready, and Natasha only had to spend seven minutes to finish them and put them in the oven─ the cookies would need only twenty or so minutes to bake. It would be a good snack after they were done, she thought as she washed the bowls and plates; James was busy tidying up the counter. When they were done, they walked towards the bedroom together, too. Both of them had water bottles in their hands, and Natasha was carrying a small amount of chocolate and a tiny bowl of dried fruit.

“Don’t forget the cookies,” James murmured. Natasha made an approving sound and murmured that she wouldn’t. They prepared the bed while listening to the sounds of water coming from the bathroom. James stripped the bed from the duvet and arranged the pillows. He had some condoms and lube ready just in case. Natasha had brought some toys although James had some of his own.

They spent some time arranging things, getting the bed and stuff ready, and when Natasha checked the clock, eighteen minutes had already passed by. “Hey,” she said. “Why don’t you check up on her and I’ll get the cookies out of the oven?” James nodded. Natasha padded out of the bedroom as James made his way to the bathroom, knocking on the door.

“Sweetheart?” He called softly. “Can I come in?” He heard a muffled ‘sure’ and turned the doorknob. It revealed a naked you, wrapped in only a towel around your body. “Hey.” You hummed. You were putting on some lotion on your body, hands rubbing on your arms, legs and thighs. James picked up a smaller towel and placed it on your hair to take the excess water from it. You hummed again. “Ready?” He asked, looking at you through the mirror. You nodded. “Anytime you want to stop, just say so, okay?” You nodded again, murmuring a soft ‘okay’. Bucky smiled.

Walking out of the bathroom with only a towel around your body had you squirming; Natasha and James’ dark eyes weren’t helping, but they were making you feel hotter each passing second. You knew that James would do everything he could to make this a great experience for you, so you trusted him about it. If Natasha was just a bit like James, then you were in the safest place you could ever be on earth.

“Hello there, gorgeous,” Natasha rasped.

“Hey,” you whispered. She lifted a hand and called you to herself from her place on the bed. You walked up to Natasha slowly, your steps had some hesitancy in them, and grabbed her soft hand into yours.

“I’m not going to bite you,” she whispered. “James made me promise that I’ll get your consent before I do that,” she added and stuck her tongue out to him. You chuckled. You knew what she was trying to do, and you were grateful. “Say James, don’t you think it’s my turn to finally kiss this Angel of yours?” James smirked, it was a dark and full of promises one. You shivered.

“I think it is, yes,” he agreed. Natasha grinned with all of her teeth. She moved onto her knees, rising on them slightly, and inched closer to you.

“Can I kiss you, gorgeous?” She asked. Swallowing, you nodded.

“Yes, please,” you whispered. Natasha stroked your cheek.

“So polite…” She murmured. Humming, she leaned in and captured your lips with hers.

You sighed into Natasha’s kiss. Her plush lips were stroking yours gently; they were very soft and tasted like cherries, you realized and moaned. Natasha’s hands came to rest at your hips as they pulled you closer to her body. You gasped. Your hand flew into her red hair, sliding into the thickness of them, and you pulled. Natasha’s groan echoed into your mouth. You pulled back, chest heaving from the lack of oxygen.

James plastered his chest against your towel-clad back. “Do you have any idea,” he started with a low growl hearable in his voice, “how hot you fuckin’ look while kissin’ Nat like that?” You shook your head. James scoffed. “Nat, get naked,” he ordered while his fingers grabbed the hem of your towel. He pulled it off with a flick of his finger, let it drop on the ground, and his hands roamed the naked skin that was now available to him and Natasha. You whimpered.

“You too,” you whispered. James didn’t need you to elaborate. He stepped back and got out of his clothes in a blink; throwing his pants and t-shirt somewhere in the room as he threw his socks into the bathroom, by the hamper. Then, he was back; his gloriously toned and tattooed naked body was against your now-bare back, and you could feel his erection pressing on the swell of your ass. You whined softly at the feeling and let your head fall back on his shoulder. James kissed your temple before he buried his face into the crook of your neck to pepper some hickeys.

Natasha kissed the swell of your breasts when she was out of her clothes; your breath hitched, and you let out a soft moan. James’ calloused hands were roaming all over your body while Natasha’s hands rested on your thighs. Their touches were burning your skin, making you feel alive, and you felt drunk with the feeling of them.

“Mmm, James,” Natasha rasped against your skin. “Go put on that cockring before it’s too late.” James let out a whiny, protesting sound but pulled back to do what Natasha told him. You peeked your eyes open.

“Cockring?” You asked, breathless. Natasha smirked at you.

“How do you think he’s going to keep up with us, gorgeous?” Natasha said. “Gotta keep him hard.” Your body heated up at the pet name and at the thought of James being hard all the time while you and Natasha get to play with him. Natasha’s smirk widened. “Exactly,” she said, reading your mind.

James got on the bed again. “Hey,” he murmured, calling for your attention. You hummed and turned your face to him. “How do you feel about…” He trailed off, his hand wandering down until his fingertips were resting against your tight hole. You tensed. “We don’t have to, but I wanted to ask if you were up for it.”

Your heart beat wildly in its cage at the thought of it. You knew James would make it good for you, would make sure that you were okay and loose enough so that it wouldn’t hurt, but… You took a deep breath. Natasha pressed a kiss on your collarbone.

“We thought,” she started. “If you are up for it, we would fuck you at the same time.” Her green eyes found yours, flashing darkly. Your breath hitched. “I’ll let James have the virginity of that little hole of yours.” She winked at you cheekily. James pressed a kiss on your shoulder.

“I’ll make sure you’re open enough before I do something else, sweetheart,” he whispered. His blue eyes found yours, and you saw how serious he was. “I will never hurt you.” You sighed. Your hand cradled his jaw, eyes watching the way James leaning into your touch, you smiled at him.

“I know,” you whispered. Then, you nodded slowly. “Okay,” you said. “I trust you.” James’ eyes darkened as he moved forward to kiss you on the lips.

Your kiss got interrupted with Natasha biting on your nipple to remind you that she was still there. You gasped into James’ mouth. Feeling her tongue licking the pain away, you moaned. Natasha’s hands had moved up; they were around your waist, her nails digging into the softness of your ass lightly. She hummed.

“You better treat it nice, Barnes,” she murmured, nails digging deeper into the swell of your ass cheeks. “They look good enough to bite, and it would piss me off to see that you’re doing a shit job at treating it.” James’ chest rumbled behind you as he huffed.

“I’m not taking orders from you, Romanoff,” he grunted. Then, you saw his arm extending on your left, and suddenly, Natasha was pushed back. She stumbled on the bed; her face had a surprised look on it. You felt two familiar hands take a hold of your hips, and you were turned around. You blinked up at James, his eyes almost black and face looking hungry. “Is there anything you don’t want us to do?” He asked. You knew he meant it in a serious way, so you stopped for a second and thought.

“No,” you answered. “Just be gentle?” You murmured softly. James’ features softened, and he ran a finger over your cheekbones. You sighed at the contact.

“Of course, baby,” he whispered and kissed you on the lips gently. “A’right,” he announced, then, and your world turned upside down. “Here’s what we gonna do,” he started. His hands manhandled you easily, changing your position to his liking. “I’m gonna open you up while you eat Nat out, how’s that sound?” You whimpered unintentionally at his words because it sounded amazing. James smirked. “Thought so.”

His hands tapped on your hips, signaling you to wedge yourself between Natasha’s already spread open legs. You wiggled in between them, settling on your stomach with you ass on the air for James. He hummed appreciatively, fingers digging into the meat of your hips. You looked up at Natasha’s dark green eyes.

“You’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like, right?” You asked her with a small voice. Natasha smiled and extended her hand to stroke your cheek. You purred.

“Of course, angel,” she murmured. Then, she laid back down and spread her legs even wider. “Now…” She didn’t need to finish her sentence. You knew what you needed to do. You might have been a virgin about eating pussy out, but you have watched enough porn and James eating you out so…

Humming gently, you leaned forward and ran your tongue on her dripping folds, flicking the tip of your tongue right over her clit. Natasha inhaled sharply at the sensation. You licked again, a fatter one this time, and closed your lips on her clit to suck it exactly once. You felt Natasha shiver under you and smirked. Keeping your lips on the small bundle of nerves, you moved your tongue up and down, licking her pussy clean from all the juices she was producing for you.

You heard a moan behind you before you felt a pair of large hands grasping your thighs. “Fuck, you look so good eating pussy,” James groaned deeply. You hummed. Natasha let out a tiny moan at the vibrations. You hummed again for good measure.

Natasha’s hand grasped your shoulders as she threw her head back. Her legs were spread even wider than before, and you were sure that she wasn’t aware of the movement. With her eyes closed, head thrown slightly back, she looked a little lost in the pleasure.

There couldn’t be a better ego boost, you thought and pushed the tip of your tongue inside her.

“Holy s─ Who taught you to eat pussy like this?” She gasped. Her green eyes looked somewhere over your shoulder, and they narrowed. James scoffed.

“It wasn’t me,” he protested. “Might feel cold,” he, then, whispered to you, and you felt the lube dripping on your ass. You jumped at the feeling. James’s large palm rubbed your thigh soothingly.

Natasha didn’t take her eyes off James. “I know how you like getting rimmed, so I won’t be surprised if she practiced on you.” You pulled back at her comment and looked at James.

“You like getting rimmed?” You asked him. James’s cheeks pinked, and he scoffed again, deflective. “You could have told me that, James. Could have been making you feel good all this time,” you pouted a bit. James’s eyes widened.

“You would… have rimmed me if I asked you to?” He asked, voice disbelieving. You nodded.

“Sure, why not?” You shrugged. Suddenly, you were yanked into a harsh kiss. You let out a ‘mmph’ sound at the kiss and melted into it.

“You’re full of surprises,” he whispered. “We’ll try that one day, okay? Because ‘liking’ seems a bit… less.” He grinned, all shark-like. “I love getting rimmed.” He winked at you and licked his lips. You huffed.

“Quit being an annoying, sexy, hot piece of shit,” you grumbled, causing both of them to laugh. You rolled your eyes. Pushing your now-slick-all-over ass against his straining, red erection, you raised a brow. “You were doing something?”

James’s eyes darkened immediately. “Being bratty, honey?” He taunted. “You want this ass all red and purple with your hole gaping at the same time, huh?” You swallowed harshly, feeling your juices running down your inner thighs at his words. He smirked, seeing your reaction. “That’s what I thought,” he said. “Now get back to whatever you were doing. It’s rude to leave the guest hanging.”

Gasping gently, you leaned forward to continue eating Natasha out. She sighed. As your tongue licked her clean from all the juices she produced, you felt James’s fingers circling your tight hole. Moaning, you flicked the tip of your tongue against Natasha’s clit, sucking the small bundle of nerves sometimes to make her gasp.

“Take a deep breath, baby,” James whispered. You pulled back slightly to do what he said. Just as you filled your lungs with oxygen, you felt his finger slipping inside you. You gasped, body jerking and making you feel weird. “It will pass, give it a minute,” James assured you. His finger was gently moving back and forth inside you, helping you getting used to the feeling of having something up there.

To distract yourself, you brought your hand to Natasha’s pussy and pressed your thumb on her clit, rolling it. She hummed. James’s finger sped up a bit, moving in and out while keeping a thumb pressed on your clit. You whimpered. He pulled it back.

“How are you feeling?” He asked. You looked at him over your shoulder, smiling.

“I’m good,” you answered him. He smiled at you and bent down to press a chaste kiss on your lips. After that, you returned to your task and slipped another finger into Natasha. You started moving them a little faster than James’s finger moving in and out of your asshole. Then, you leaned forward and started sucking on her clit, pulling your thumb back to prevent the overstimulation.

“Curl them a little while pulling them out,” Natasha instructed gently. You did as she said and curled them upwards as you pulled out. She gasped. Grinning against her pussy, you picked up the speed.

“I’m gonna give you another finger,” James warned you, and you felt the second finger prodding your slightly stretched hole. You paused your actions briefly, and James slid the second finger next to the first one, pumping them in and out slowly. You breathed against the skin of Natasha’s thigh. She petter your head softly. Taking a deep breath, you continued to finger her.

Whenever you sped up, so did James. Soon, he was giving you a third and then, fourth finger, fucking them in and out of you at a rapid and steady pace just as you were pumping yours in and out of Natasha.

You were moaning and dripping between your legs as James assaulted your hole. Natasha was also moaning, gasping and her breath hitching every time you scraped over that sweet spot of hers. She was close, you could tell that by the way her legs were shaking slightly on either side of your head.

“James,” you moaned. You were getting close, too, because while fingering your virgin hole, his other hand was slowly teasing with your clit the whole time.

“Make her come first, then I’ll think about letting you come,” he commanded with a rough voice. You whined but complied anyway. Doubling your efforts, you moved your fingers faster and pushed them in a little deeper. With a small press of your thumb on her clit, Natasha gasped, her green eyes rolled back and legs shook as she came on your fingers.

James rumbled out an approving growl. “Good girl,” he praised. “Good job, baby. It’s not easy make Natasha lose it this way.” The praise went directly into your head, and you purred, preened and spread your legs a bit wider. Smirking, James knew what you were asking for. He curled his fingers each time he pulled them out and started rolling your clit under his thumb. “Come, love,” he moaned. “Come on my fingers, and we’ll give you our cocks, hm?” You groaned; a gasp stuck in your throat with a pathetic whine. “Come on, baby, come.”

With a small scream that you buried into Natasha’s thigh, you came on his fingers. Your legs were shaking slightly, chest heaving and your body feeling numb but also tingly all over.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” James growled, never pulling his fingers out. You whimpered, panting gently while Natasha rubbed your back.

“That was a strong one, huh?” She asked. You nodded wordlessly. “Aw, poor baby. Doesn’t even know what’s coming, right, James?” You heard him chuckle softly behind you, and you moaned in protest. You felt a kiss on your nape and knew it was James and his soothing lips.

“I’m gonna pull them out, alright?” He told you, and you nodded again. He pulled his fingers out slowly, being careful about not hurting you. You couldn’t hold back a small whine at the emptiness. He shushed you and peppered kisses on your back. “Nat,” he called as he hugged your from back, arms wrapped around your waist. “Get your gear ready and bring two condoms, will you?” Natasha hummed and leaned into kiss you for ten seconds before she got off the bed.

“You ready, baby?” James asked while Natasha was fiddling with her bag. “You can still back out, no hard feelings.” You sighed, leaning against his bare body more and letting him cover your body with his bulk.

“I’m ready,” you told him. “I want it.” James hummed. One big palm grabbed your face and turned it to him, so that he could kiss the ever-loving life out of you.

You moaned into his kiss and slid your hand into his hair, pulling on the strands. His tongue poked yours, licking into your mouth before biting down your bottom lip. You gasped. Backing up, you started moving your hips against his hard-on. James groaned throatily. He pushed you against the bed, pining your body under his, as he ground his hips against the swell of your ass.

“Stop humping her,” Natasha said, getting on the bed again. She extended the condom to James. You lifted your body and gaped at the strap-on dick Natasha was wearing. It was almost as big as James, if you had to be honest. Natasha smirked. “He got it done especially for you,” she explained. She shook her hips. “Very close to the real thing, isn’t it?” You swallowed. Then, you turned your head to James.

“You’re the horniest and sappiest motherfucker I have ever came across to,” you told him with narrowed eyes. James laughed loudly while Natasha snickered. She walked over to the headboard and rested her back against it, petting her lap. You crawled towards her slowly and straddled her thighs.

“You might wanna lean into me, gorgeous,” she murmured. You placed your hands on the either side of her head and leaned forward. “That’s good,” she said, rubbing your thighs. You felt James moving on the bed, coming closer to where you were on fours above Natasha.

“Why don’t you start, Nat?” He said, and you heard the familiar slick sounds of James jerking off. You bit your lip, a whine bubbling up your throat. Natasha looked at you as if she was asking for a nod or stop sign. You nodded. Her right hand disappeared, and then you felt the fake cockhead kissing your clit. You jumped, a moan getting ripped away from you. Natasha slowly eased you onto the fake-dick. You sighed at the fullness it brought, eyes closed and head low.

“There you go,” Natasha whispered. You moved your hips up and down slowly. “Gentle. Like that, yes,” Natasha murmured. Sighing deeply, you took the dick to the tilt. You moaned loudly as it stretched you wide.

James moved behind you and plastered his chest against your back again. “Move, honey,” he ordered. You whimpered and started moving a little faster. “Yeah, faster. Go faster.” You gasped as you complied. Your hips snapping against Natasha’s, you moaned. One of James’ hands sneaked in front of you, and you felt his thumb playing with your clit. With a small scream, your hand flew to hold onto his wrist. James cooed at you.

You felt like your skin was too tight for your body, your muscles were tensed as hell and your head was full of cotton. It was like your body was about to burst out of its seams. Everything was too much but also not enough. You wanted more but also wanted them to just let you breathe.

“Ssshh,” James hummed into your ear. You could feel his erection pressing against your hole. You whimpered as you nodded. “Yeah? You ready for it? You want it?” You nodded again. Your brain was out right refusing to produce words. “Alright,” he whispered. He pressed a kiss on your nape. “Take a deep breath like before, love,” he said. You stopped the movement of your hips, ignoring how it made you want to whine, and took a deep breath like James said.

Then.

Then, you felt his blunt cockhead prodding your tight hole. James slowly pushed in, only moving when he thought you were doing okay. His hips were thrusting in and out slowly, pushing in just a little bit more with each thrust. You swallowed a loud gasp, threw your head back, lolling it to your side, you rested your forehead against his slightly-sweaty neck. He kissed your temple. His free hand came up to wrap itself around your exposed neck gently to just hold you there.

James took his time while seating himself inside of you. You were tight as fuck around his throbbing and aching cock, and it was hard not to just start pounding into you. He promised you that he would be gentle, you trusted him that he would be. He was not going to break his promise and hurt you just because he was horny.

“James,” you moaned. He responded to your desperate sound with a deep groan. James pushed in the last inch and let his hips kiss yours. You sighed deeply.

You were so stretched that you felt dizzy. Both your pussy and asshole were stretched to the brink, were filled full, and you have never ever felt this safe and complete. You moaned gently as you moved your hips just a little bit.

“You’re so gone already,” Natasha mumbled. Her already-raspy voice was now lower and rougher sounding, and it sent a shiver down your spine. “James, she’s gone.” James grumbled behind you approvingly. He, then, pulled out slightly to push back in. You gasped.

“Move,” you said, words slurring out of your mouth. “James, Nat, move.”

“Tell us if you want to stop or to take slow down,” James reminded you before he started to move.

When James pulled out, Natasha pushed in, and when Natasha pulled out, James pushed in. It was perfect. It felt amazing. You never wanted this feeling to go away or to stop. It was like the pleasure was turned on really high on your body that you were having an out of body experience. James’s fingers sometimes toyed with your clit, but he mostly steered clear away from it to prevent the overstimulation. Natasha, on the other hand, was shameless with her nipple-teasing. Your nipples were already puffy and swollen; you knew they would be bruised tomorrow. You hummed loudly. The thought of having solid marks on your body left from this magical night was a huge turn-on for you.

“Faster,” you whimpered. “Please, faster.” James kissed your shoulder, neck and cheek before moving the hand around your throat to your jaw to turn your head to his so that he could kiss you filthy while picking up the pace. You moaned into his mouth. His mischievous tongue slipped inside, licking and sucking on your tongue, and his teeth sunk themselves into your bottom lip before he pulled back.

“Nat looks like she’s feelin’ rather lonely, honey,” he murmured with a lower-than-usual voice. “Why don’t you give her some love, too, hm?” You panted for a couple seconds and nodded once you thought you had some of your breathing properly capacity back. You turned your head to Natasha who was watching you with her dark green, sharp eyes. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to her plush ones and sighed.

Kissing James was an experience, but kissing Natasha was feeling like you were covered with a spider web that was protecting you from everything. That also meant that you were her prey, but you didn’t mind. You could be Natasha’s prey whenever she wanted you to. Natasha moaned when she felt you surrendering yourself to her kiss. Her hands grabbed your face, nails digging into your scalp, she kissed you a bit more roughly.

James hummed deeply and long as he watched you and Natasha kissed passionately. He could see that you were loving what you were doing because like Natasha said, you were gone. Groaning to himself, he grabbed your ass cheeks in his hands and stretched your hole by pushing them apart. You whimpered into Natasha’s mouth. James smirked. He nudged Natasha’s calf with his knee to make her look at him, and when their eyes met, he nodded. Natasha’s eyes darkened, and James shivered with anticipation.

“Hang on tight,” James warned you before both Natasha and James picked up their pace and started pounding in and out of you.

You screamed, burying your face into the pillow next to Natasha’s head. You were effectively trapped between them: James was holding your hips in a very tight hold while Natasha hugged your waist and placed one hand on your nape. Soon, all three of you started moaning loudly, whines and hitching breaths had filled the bedroom. You knew you were about to come. It was impossible not to when you were being pounded sixty ways to fucking hell and having your holes filled with absolutely delicious dicks.

“’m─” You tried to warn them. “─close!” James grunted behind you, and Nat huffed a breath next to your ear.

“Oh, I know you’re,” James grumbled. “You’re clenching around my cock like fucking mad, honey.” A deep groaned got ripped out of him, and you shivered. You turned your head to Natasha’s body, taking a nipple into your mouth and sucking it. She gasped at the unexpected move. Her hand on your nape tightened as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked roughly.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. Her beautiful face was contorted with pleasure. Her eyes were closed tightly, eyebrows drawn together and her mouth was dropped open. “Shit, James, make her come,” she panted. James didn’t say anything. His hands left your ass. He grabbed Natasha’s legs and threw them over his arms, her knees finding a place on his elbows. Then, he walked forward, trapping both you and Natasha. He bent forward. His hands were next to Natasha’s hips now, and he started thrusting.

James was controlling all the pace now. He was fucking both his own cock and the one Nat was wearing with the help of the position he put her into. You bit on the nipple in your mouth before groaning loudly. Natasha let out a small scream.

“Your girl is a fucking─ vampire─ oh, shit, yeah, yeah!” She moaned when you ran your tongue over the swollen bud. You pulled off to latch onto the other. You kept sucking and making mhm-mhm-mhm sounds whenever James moved.

“God, you’re making sounds like you’re choking on my dick,” James moaned right into your fucking ear, and oh my God, you were so going to shoot this man because holy shit. “You still close, love?” You nodded wildly. You felt like you were hanging by the edge for what felt like ages. “Alright,” he said easily. “Let’s make you lose it.”

James picked up the pace once again like it was possible, but apparently it was, and held onto the headboard with one hand while wrapping the other one in your hair. He pulled your hair harshly, stealing a gasp and pulling you off of Nat’s nipple. She breathed a sigh of relief but also let out a protesting whine.

“Decide,” he murmured to Nat. She shrugged and smirked at him. “Play with her clit,” he ordered then. “She likes it to be pinched just a little.” You whined, knowing what was about to come. Natasha’s smirk widened, and you saw her hand move towards your clit. You whined again. “Sshh,” James said. “Stop holding on,” he added and kissed your shoulder. “Just let her make you feel good, hm?” You sighed.

Moaning lightly when you felt her fingers on your clit, you dropped your head a bit forward, making James pull on your hair even more. He kept whispering you to let go. You took a deep breath and felt Nat pinching your clit between her lithe fingers. Exhaling the breath you just took harshly, you let go.

Your whole body shook, trembled and jerked into James’ arms as your eyes rolled back and mouth dropped open for a silent scream. Your nails dug deep in Natasha’s abdomen and knees tightened around her hips. The pleasure that attacked you was so much and so intense that you tried to jerk away from it. James held you in your place, helping you ride out your orgasm. Every muscle on your body had gone tight started to loosen up as the intensity of your peak lessened gradually.

You could hear the hushed moans and groans and whimpers around you, could feel James’ cock twitching and jerking in you while Natasha panting beneath you, her body trembling with her own orgasm. You felt a prick of pain on your shoulder and thighs, but the pain only made you smile dreamily.

After that moment, the world became blurry.

It felt like you were on a cloud, floating away on a very comfy bed and cocooned in body heat from every angle of your body. Someone was petting your head, rubbing your back and pressing kisses on every available inch of your skin. You hummed. Something cold and wet had roamed your body, pulling you away from your floating cloud, and you whined. A chuckle rang next to your ear, making you smile. It was a pretty chuckle, an amused one, and you liked how it sounded.

“…honey?” You heard after some time. The slight buzzing in your ears had disappeared. Your skin stopped feeling like it was about to burst out of its seams, and your fingers stopped tingling. A kiss had found a home on your nape, shoulder, cheek and temple at that order. You smiled wider and hummed happily, burying yourself deeper into the heat. “…time… back…” You frowned but another kiss right on the frown between your brows had eased it away.

“Angel…” A breath licked your neck, and you shivered. “Angel…” You hummed questioningly, snuggling even deeper. You felt your body tremble lightly with a chuckle, but it wasn’t you. Then, a pair of strong and muscled arms wrapped themselves around you and equally muscled chest pressed against your back.

“Sweetheart,” you heard a male voice, immediately knowing it was James. You turned your head to his voice, earning a small kiss on your nose for your effort. “Time to wake up, baby,” James murmured. You whined in protest. “We gotta get you clean, love, you’re filthy.” You whined again. Two different voices chuckled at you softly. James leaned in and pressed a kiss on your shoulder. “Come on, koala. Nat’s gotta go, too.” You blinked your eyes open and frowned at James. “I know I am a mean guy, but you’ve been floating long enough.” He kissed your cheek sweetly. “Time to come back down.”

Letting out soft, broken noises, you pulled back from where you snuggled deeply─ which was Natasha’s midsection. It was her who was petting your hair, and it was James who was rubbing your back and pressing kisses all over your body. You felt your heart swell with the warmth and love.

James pulled you against him, freeing Natasha, and cuddled you tightly. You sighed. Your eyes were open still, so you’ve watched as Nat climbed out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. She didn’t take long, you assumed, because she was back in a flash but with her red hair wet and sticking to her back. She smiled at you.

“You still locked in, angel?” She asked. Her voice was a soft caress for your ears and hands were gentle on your face. You shrugged. After a brief eye contact with James, she leaned in and kissed you on the lips. It was a chaste thing, closed mouth, and tasted like a thank you. You hummed. Then, she disappeared into the bathroom again with her bag, and this time it was James who made you lost time with his kisses and sweet whispers.

“You were amazing,” he was saying into your ear. His hands were roaming all over body, stroking the tired muscles gently and caressing the bruises adorning it now. “You listened so well, baby, so well. You did everything we asked you to and told us when to stop, when it became too much.” He kissed your neck, his scruff brushing against the sensitive skin there. You shivered. You didn’t remember when you told them stop though. “When we all came,” James said as an answer. You didn’t realize you said that out loud, so you whispered an ‘oops’. James chuckled. “You said it’s too much and that you needed to get off. So, we pulled out and lay you on the bed.” You hummed. Yeah, you would have said something if it was overwhelming you, or the oversensitivity was a bitch. In this situation, it was most likely both.

Natasha emerged from the bathroom all dressed and hair dry. She went to grab the toys she brought with her and stuffed them into her bag. Her green eyes found yours, and they shone.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” she murmured. “I have a shift in the morning.” She smiled apologetically to you. You reached and held her, pulling yourself half-out of James’ hold to kiss her softly.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “Life.” Nat chuckled. “Some other day, all of us will hang out.” She nodded.

“I like the sound of that,” she agreed and kissed you one last time. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Thank you,” you said. Natasha brushed her hand on your cheekbone and straightened up.

“James,” she bowed her head. James saluted her. “Thanks for sharing.” Winking, James smiled at her. Then, Natasha’s eyes turned to you again. “Send that friend of yours to me, will you?” You chuckled and nodded.

“Sure,” you murmured, dropping back into the safety of James’ arms. Natasha waved and walked out of the bedroom.

“I’m stealing some of the cookies!” She yelled from the kitchen after you heard some banging, and then the front door opened and closed behind her. You sighed.

“Did you like it?” James asked. You nodded.

“Yeah, it was… really good,” you admitted sheepishly. He kissed your cheek. “Maybe we can have another night like this,” you added. It was James’ turn to hum.

“Maybe,” he agreed. “Maybe we’ll have that night once we find out if she can get along with that friend you mentioned. The more the merrier.” You rolled your eyes, turning your body in his arms, and plastered your chest to his.

“You’re a whore, James,” you declared. James snorted. “A sappy and protective whore.” James winked at you like he did to Natasha and grinned at you stupidly. You huffed out a soft laugh.

“You love me being a whore, though,” he said. You sighed again.

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here,” you told him.

“True,” he murmured, nodding. “But tell me,” he spoke again after a minute of silence. “Isn’t it fun being a whore?” You snorted again but a laugh following after. You shook your head fondly. James chuckled.

“It is,” you said. “I really liked it,” then, you whispered. James made a thoughtful sound.

“What part?” He asked because he knew you. You felt your face heating up at his question.

“All of it,” you told him. “It was different being with Natasha, though. That part was… a nice experience.” James kissed your forehead. You lay there in silence for a long time that you were becoming sleepy, but James pulled you out of the arms of sleep.

“You liked her breasts, didn’t you?” He asked with a shit eating grin on his face. “You couldn’t take your eyes and mouth off of them.” Your body burned at his words, and you buried your face into his muscled chest. James laughed, taking your reaction as a ‘yes’. “I’m so telling this to Natasha. She owes me fifty.” You groaned in protest and made James laugh harder.

“I don’t like you, get away from me,” you told him, weakly trying to push him away. James giggled.

“Nope,” he said. “I’m not letting you go.” He wrapped his arms tighter around you. “If I do, Nat will kidnap you.” You chuckled.

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” you murmured to rile him up. James gasped.

“No!” You laughed at his face. “I’d be clutching my pearls if I were wearing them.” You laughed harder.

“You don’t have pearls, James,” you told him. He snorted.

“Not that you know,” he said and shrugged. You looked at him with wide eyes. Your mind immediately filled with images of James wearing pearls. “Mm, yeah, picture it, baby.” He licked your neck. “Put me in pearls and maybe some lingerie, too. I have a couple silky ones in my drawers.” You gasped. He bit your earlobe cheekily.

“We are not playing more tonight, though, so,” he suddenly said and pulled back. “Shower, come on.”

You groaned. “You’re a fucking devil in disguise, James, I swear,” you huffed. He laughed. James scooped you up in his arms, making you yelp in surprise, and made his way to his bedroom. Lowering you gently, he fiddled with the water until it was right, and then, grabbed you again. You gasped for a second time in three minutes when the warm water hit your tired muscles, but immediately melted against him.

“You had enough excitement for a day,” James murmured as he washed your hair gently. “We’ll make that fantasy real some other day.” You nodded. You knew if you started playing again, you could probably come, like, twice, but it would mean that you would be dead to world all tomorrow. “That’s right, love, just relax.”

That was exactly what you did.

──

Three months later had found you sitting on James’ living room with his and your friends. You were sitting on the ground, furniture pushed back to make space, while chatting the night away.

Everyone was there: Natasha, Steve, Clint (your friend whom you sent to Natasha’s way), Sam, Dugan and their partners… There were a lot of food and drinks. The kids were playing together like a couple hours ago, but they were now conked out in Anya’s little bedroom. So, you parents were having fun, eating, drinking and telling each other embarrassing and funny stories about each other.

James was sitting on your left, your back resting against his chest and his right arm around your shoulders. Natasha’s head was on your stomach where you were playing with her hair and Clint was laying down between Natasha’s legs. All the others were in front of you, holding onto each other while laughing or whispering something to their partners.

It was a good life you have now, and who would have thought that a couple hours of babysitting twice a week would be bringing you here, to this moment, and giving you this life? Not you, that was for sure, but you had it.

You had it, and you were going to make sure that you were protecting it with your whole might. You smiled.

Turning your head to James, you pressed a kiss under his jaw. His right hand immediately taking a hold of you face. “I love you,” you told him. He looked down at you with shining blue eyes and smiled widely. He leant down and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips, a kiss that made Natasha let out a whistle. You chuckled when you pulled back.

James pulled you even closer to him. “I love you, too, angel,” he whispered. You rested your head over his heart and smiled, listening to your favorite sound in the whole world while your family was around you.

There wasn’t anywhere else you would like to be.

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abbyromanoff · 6 months

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Hello bestie! I hope you’re doing better <3

This is only a request if they’re open, if not enjoy the thots!

Stepmom!Nat finding reader humping a couch or anything in the area to get off cause her one night stand left her horny. R’s mom is out of town and Nat starts getting hard and realizes it’s now or never to have and cum inside her stepdaughter.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1956

WARNINGS: step parent/step child relationship, cheating (Nat is married to R’s mom, talks of unfulfilling marriages, Nat has a dick, smut obvi, jealousy, hook ups, 69’ing, masturbation, cunnilingus, mentions of anal, blowjobs, denied orgasm, praise, degrading, age gaps (legal), R is 19-20 ish and Nat is late 30’s - early 40’s, think that’s all :)

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She listened with a scowl as the bed from your room creaked, small moans being heard through the wall. This wasn’t fair, how could you do this to her? How could you bring a girl home, have a rushed introduction between her and Nat, and then disappear into your room where you let her touch you? She was the one meant to do that, she was the one meant to take your innocence and ruin you for anyone else, yet here you were with another.

She wasn’t able to deny the fact that your small moans turned her on, but she could tell they were fake. She could differentiate the silent, hidden sounds you’d let out while calling her name as your fingers slid in and out of you quickly from this. You were most likely imagining her, which was the reason you kicked the girl out only a few moments later.

She shouldn’t be feeling this way, you were her stepdaughter, her wife’s child. But she never truly loved your mom, she was rich and alone and seeking for any sort of love that your mom bombarded her with, she thought that’s what always happened. She thought it was normal to grow sick of your lover, to dread them coming home from work, to deny them constantly of sex and only use it as a way to get off. She never knew true love, and she blamed that on her parents. But she wanted it, she wanted to love that woman so badly, yet over time she realized it wasn’t that she craved her, she craved the person she created.

Her sleepless nights were caused by your lingering voice, the images of you beneath her, and the desire to kiss your plump lips. You constantly were bringing home someone else, and it took everything in her not to rip you away from them and have you for herself. She had self-control, her job required such, but with you it was a different story. She wasn’t able to focus at work, she’d toss the papers across the room and throw her head in her hands. But then you’d arrive.

You begged for a job there, to be her assistant or lower-class worker stating you needed the money desperately. She wasn’t able to deny your pleading eyes or the warm feeling in her chest. You’d bring her lunch oftentimes before, but having you work for her full-time was a dream come true. She would more than likely struggle even more to keep her composure, but she lost all care for that months ago.

The door slammed shut and she assumed your one-night stand finally left, which took long enough. She was planning to rush into your room and finally take what was hers, even standing right in front of the entrance with a fist to the door. Then she heard a small buzzing. The door was cracked open just a tiny bit, she guessed the girl was too lazy to even close a door properly but she couldn’t have been more thankful. She lowered her arm and listened closely, pressing her ear against the hardwood and biting her lip as your moans arrived once again, this time they weren’t forced.

“F-fuck! Mhm, right there, Nat, right there-“ You cut yourself off with a hand covering your mouth, your fear of being heard finally coming to mind. Your stepmother wasn’t pleased, she wanted to hear everything just like Carol got to. At least she thinks her name is Carol, she didn’t care enough to listen or shake the waiting hand earlier.

“‘M gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Came your muffled scream, your legs starting to shake from the denied orgasms sent your way. Now you were getting release, and the one woman on your mind was Nat, how pathetic. Not only was she your boss, but she was also your mother's wife. She was much too old for you and you both knew that, but that didn’t stop the want in your heart.

“You look so pretty when you cum, little slut.” You nearly jumped out of your bones, rushing to cover yourself but failing to turn off the vibrator, leaving a deadly silence filled with buzzing.

“Don’t cover yourself, baby, I wanna see you.” She stalked forward, cupping her crotch as her thumb ran circles around her clothed tip. She fiddled with her shirt before pulling it off, exposing her black bra and breasts that were aching to be freed. You gulped, trying to look away from the sight in shame but not being able to.

“You’re- you’re gorgeous, Nat.” She blushed at your comment, her knee landing on the bed as she crawled towards you, resting your chin in her fingertips. She leaned closer, her gaze switching between your lips and your eyes as she begged for permission. You took a moment to respond but eventually nodded slowly, causing her to press her mouth against yours in a slow but sensual kiss. Her hands rested your hair behind your ear, her body pulling closer as her cock was now throbbing. If you looked close enough, you could see a small wet stain soaking through her pants, she hoped you didn’t notice. But she also wanted you to, she wanted you to see how much she craved your body against hers.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you.” She confessed, experiencing relief when you smiled, kissing her softly in return. You were already growing addicted to the feeling, wanting to stay in this exact position for the rest of your life. But she wasn’t yours, she was a married woman, a woman married to your mother, at that.

“No-…no, we can’t-“

“Why not?” Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, her eyes ranking over your worried expression as your breathing picked up ever-so-slightly

“You’re married… to my mom. You’re my stepmom!” She shushed you with a finger to your lips, smirking gently as her hot breath fanned over your face.

“Not tonight. Tonight I’m your Mommy, you got that?” You whimpered and it nearly resulted in a moan from the older woman. Hearing you get like this all for her turned her on so greatly, she couldn’t even explain. Your mother was never exciting in the bedroom, or Nat just didn’t like the things she wanted to do. But she found herself wanting to do them with you, she wanted to do anything and everything with you.

“Tell me what I want to hear, angel.” Her hips created a small thrusting motion the harder she got, it was becoming impossible to ignore her needs. You gulped, fighting back tears of shame as you whispered,

“You can be my Mommy, Nat.” She left a peck on your forehead and slowly removed the sheets hiding her prize. Her final destination.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to get a taste of this sweet, sweet pussy.” She didn’t let you even utter a word before spreading your legs and pressing her tongue against your heat. Your hand instantly returned to its original placing over your mouth in order to keep silent. You knew your mother wouldn’t be home for a few more days, but what if that cut short? What if she somehow caught a virus and had to leave early and planned on surprising the two of you? Not only was the fear of being caught roaming freely in the back of your mind but so were your nerves. Nobody had ever truly seen this side of you, where you were beyond ecstatic and touch-starved. Nobody had ever felt you tug desperately on their arm to bring them closer, Nat wasn’t like the others. She was strong with her biceps nearly bulging out of her suit jackets daily. Her kiss was soft, even when she was hungry for a different part of you. You could sense that she truly wanted to taste you and didn’t just do so to get you wet, you were already dripping onto the sheets before she even wrapped her tongue around your pulsing clit.

“So precious,” She muttered, instantly returning to her previous position. She pressed your folded legs against your chest for a better angle, and the moan that left you in return could’ve been considered pornographic. Her tongue briefly slid across your second hole and caused a small thrust from your end, your body yearning for her to repeat.

“Oh, Mommy..” Her moan sent a thrill through your entire being, it seemed to be the only reaction she was able to give you. She was scared to show you her true aspirations. She was scared to have you see the impulses she’d try to stop in worry that you’d run. Truthfully, she wanted nothing more than to claim you as hers but treat you like you were nothing but a toy for her to use. She’d just have to get you attached to her, then you’d comply with anything she said.

Images flashed through her head, ones where you were sat on your knees, her cock trapped deep inside of your throat while her hand held you firmly in place, forcing you to take all of her. She knew you could do it, she had faith in you.

“‘M sorry, baby, I need you too fucking bad.” She reluctantly pulled away from you and patted you softly, leading you to kneel in front of her. She laid in the same position you had been when she guided your mouth to her crotch, your thighs tightening around her head before she continued her previous acts. Her tongue licked stripes up your weeping cunt as you pulsed around nothing, the sobs coming from your mouth being silenced as it was met with her drooling tip. You sucked weakly, the tiredness catching up to you as you gathered the strength to stroke her balls softly. Her hips jutted upward, resulting in a small gag as she fell deeper inside of you. You didn’t stop it, you didn’t even try as you let her do all the work. She was fucking you and guiding you to fuck her. Teaching you how to do everything just like always, just how she liked it. She enjoyed being a leader to you, she found it unbearably arousing to see your eyes looking up at her, asking for help.

You felt your orgasm approaching and tried to warn her, but she could already sense it.

“It’s okay, you can cum all you want.” She seemed to know you better than you knew yourself. The thought worried you, but you didn’t have much time to ponder as you felt your stomach repeating a clenching until you screwed your eyes shut, your vision going blank as you could see stars forming all around you.

She was greedy the moment she got her mouth on you, but now she seemed animalistic. Her hand came to your scalp, forcing you further down on her just like she had envisioned. You had no complaints in mind, choosing to instead swallow the hot liquid oozing out of her. She wished she could see your face right now: makeup ruined, eyes droopy, along with a small grin you wore.

“I wan’ more, Mommy,” She knew she succeeded when those were the words that left your mouth as soon as you were given the privilege to speak. She smirked, her thumb teasing the small hole that lined your ass. She had always found her sight landing on it whenever you’d pass by her, her thoughts seeming to have one more thing to feast on.

“Get on all fours, princess, I want to fuck this tight little hole next.”

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cherry-romanoff · 2 months

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Y/n: Are we fighting or flirting?

Nat: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Y/n: Your point?

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romanoffsbish · 10 months

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Stripped Bare

Actress!Natasha Romanoff x Stripper!F!R

Warnings: Faulty Contraceptive, Unplanned Pregnancy, Abandonment, Sex Work, Troubled Birth/C-Section, Insecure R, Slightly Toxic Nat (Redeemable 🥵)

18+ | Minors DNI

"There you go pretty girl." Natasha's voice was as smooth as velvet as she egged you on, her fingers trailed up your spine, trying to distract you from the burn as you sunk onto her cock.

You mewled at the feeling of her bareness against your walls for the first time, and felt as she twitched uncontrollably at the sound. Her face burrowed into your neck momentarily as she too got used to the feeling of your molten heat wrapping around her in a delectable way.

It was as if you were perfectly made for her.

——

"You always take daddy's cock so well," she hummed her lewd words against your throat, her teeth grazed over your skin, leaving behind marks she was never meant to. Being that you were contractually obligated not to let the customers touch, marks were a hard fast no, but she was always an exception to the rule.

A well known actress, philanthropist, and even a business owner, well on her way to becoming a billionaire within another decade's times; Natasha rarely heard the word no anymore.

Your boss never much minded your sessions running over, or your disheveled state once she had a wad of 100's in her hand to compensate.

You were her best dancer, and therefore you were the only one Natasha ever accepted.

She refused to admit it went deeper than your talent status at first, it was only carnal even if she was drawn to you from the minute she stepped into the club. It was purely physical.

Until one day it wasn't.

What used to be quick fucks turned into full blown nights of passion that ended with soft moments of aftercare. Her touches said she loved you, even if her pragmatic words didn't.

It was after her last visit that she realized she'd fallen for you, or moreover when she finally admitted it, but frustratingly she had too much going on personally to say that to you just yet.

So instead of being upfront, she just bought out every slot you had this week, and filled you to the brim every night with her cock. This night not an exception, but more so an overzealous attempt to fuck you into being hers fully.

Had she just spoken to you she would've known you already were. No one else even interested you anymore after you two had started fooling around nearly two years ago.

Natasha felt the same, she'd usually have a new girl every week as she traveled the world, but now she hadn't gone more than a month without seeing you since. Tonight though, she had to tell you that changed. She pushed off the films she'd already signed on for long enough.

"Oh detka," she moaned as you picked up a steady rhythm riding her, you looked so pretty with your head thrown back like this, and with every intentional clench of your walls she was losing control, her hips jerked and she began to pound upwards which derailed your bouncing.

"I'm going to cum," Natasha shrieked, your eyes flew open, but your stammering was quickly disregarded by the lust drunk woman. “Don't worry detka, I'll buy you a plan B."

You nearly laughed in her face, of course the woman knows about plan B. Plan A should simply be her not saying she'd pull out then unilaterally deciding against it in the heat of the moment. Birth control be damned, she was just too cocky with her decision making for your liking, as if she owned you or something.

You wish she did honestly, but that's a pipe dream. This was always something you wanted, you craved it honestly, usually you'd beg her to breed you, but that came with the knowledge that she never would. She had a not so private career, and she was at her peak so she'd told you once in an exhaustion led conversation that settling down wasn't an option at the time.

Then she continued to show up and fuck you senseless, she'd behave like a jealous lover when you held a session with her after another, but she never verbalized it. She simply let her resentment show through her harsh thrusts, and you reminded her with your screams of praise that only she got to have you like this.

"Gonna fill you up detka, you want that?" You nodded, far too gone in the pleasure to speak, and the woman found herself delighted by her ability to fuck you so dumb. "Oh you're going to look so pretty carrying my baby one day."

Her load shot out of her along with a groan. Her fingers dug into your hips, teeth scraping over your pulse point harshly, you shuddered.

Natasha's orgasm directly caused yours, your head flew back, back arching your chest into hers, and the redhead quickly tightened her arms around your waist to keep you upright.

"Fuck," she panted hoarsely, "You're milking me for all I'm worth, gonna be full of my seed."

"Wanna have your baby so bad Natty," you admitted your far off fantasy, causing her to groan, her cock twitching against your walls, releasing even more of her cum inside of you.

"You'd be so pretty," Natasha whispered, her lips moving up the side of your neck as she continued to thrust shallowly. "A total vision."

She pulled back, leaning into her chair so she could admire your blissed out face. Trying to commit your features to her memory since it would be a long while before she saw you. The more she thought it over, it honestly pained her that you didn't have any photos together.

"Detka," she whispered softly, your glossy eyes fluttered open and she melted at the sight. "Can I take a photo, please?" You were really supposed to say no, to deny her the privilege as was a rule of the Red Room, but you didn't.

Natasha smirked as you nodded. She reached for her phone in a frenzy, picking you up and dropping you back down on her cock to truly get you picture ready. You instantly screamed out in pleasure, your mind far too hazy to hear the consecutive click of the actresses camera.

She never spoke in plurality, but her gallery was filling fast. She just couldn't stop herself as you made so many different expressions, all of them hot as hell as she filled you to the brim.

Natasha sloppily linked her lips with yours, you heard the click this time and smiled goofily. The redheads heart swelled, hope filling her as you wore a genuine expression. She was gutted seconds later as her phone alarm went off. Her Hollywood soft hands stilled your continuous bouncing, because if she didn't stop you now she'd miss her three am flight to London.

It was already passed midnight, her bags were packed and in her trunk. All there was left to do was break the news to you, and hope you accepted her proposal. She's sure you will.

"I have to go," she whispered, her tone somber.

You frowned, looking at your watch to see it was only 12:15. Fear flooded your heart at the idea that maybe she was growing tired of you, she never leaves before the club closes. You realized that maybe this was it, she was done.

Natasha felt the way you tensed, her hands moved to cup your cheeks, bringing your avoidant gaze back down to meet hers.

"Hey," she coo'd, "I have a flight to catch is all."

You nodded, trying to reel your emotions back in. You felt so pathetic, this was only business after all. She's not responsible for your feelings.

With a rushed response you clambered off her, holding back a whimper as you hollowed. The sensation a perfect mirroring of your heart.

Natasha hated how you looked to be in pain. All because she's behaving like a coward. It's not like she couldn't just be with you, it would have to be long distance, but it could work.

But she wants this to start when she's free, and able to devote all of her attention to you. So for now this will have to be enough for you both.

"I need you to do me a big favor," she finally cut through the tense silence, as both of you stood fully redressed. Her body molded against yours naturally, pushing you against the wall.

"What is it Nat?"

"Stop dancing," she commanded breathlessly, "I have to go, and it will be a year until I can return to you." You could almost hear a subtle nervousness that she'd never exuded before.

You wanted to give in to her right away, but you couldn't, it wasn't fair of her to ask this.

"Nat, I need this income for my bills, and I don't even understand why I would stop. You're only one of my many clients."

The one you'd fallen in love with... But she didn't need to know that, it was embarrassing.

"Because this pussy is mine Y/N," she growled. "I will properly compensate you—say yes."

Natasha didn't mean to be so gruff with you, but hearing you speak of this as if it was only ever a business arrangement pissed her off.

You guys spent many nights wrapped up in each other. She knew your hopes and dreams. You knew hers. This wasn't just sex anymore.

"I'm serious detka," Natasha's tone was free of lust now, it was authoritative, but soft and that only served to give you a false sense of hope.

You went to rebut her request, painfully so, but she simply shook her head, effectively shushing you. "You'll be okay, no need to worry about anything but your studies now moya lyubov'"

Natasha never told you what her words meant, you'd always just assumed them to be baseless words of endearment, but in this one moment you allowed yourself to believe it was more.

Natasha wished you knew it was, it would be so much easier if you only knew she loved you.

You nodded, heart skipping as her expression blossomed into something truly comforting.

Then your phone dinged, Natasha slipped it into your hands and watched with a smug grin as you gasped. Immediately you shook your head, half a million dollars being deposited into your account giving you a rush of panic.

"Natasha, i-it's too much." The redhead simply shook her head, negating your weak protests. "It's enough to get you by and then some until I'm back from my year away. You deserve it."

"I can't accept this Nat," you tried to deny her, but you both knew you could, and with the stern look she gave you knew you would.

"You can," she bluntly replied, her attempt of leaving no room for argument, but then she softened, kissing your lips as she mumbled, "and you should, take the break moya lyubov'."

You sighed against her lips, your subtle way of conceding to her request. Natasha deepened the kiss then, your arms lazily wrapped around her neck, and she happily made out with you. Then the redheads phone went off, she groaned but looked down to see her driver was calling her, again, so she pulled away with a sad smile.

"Take care of yourself Y/N/N," she pecked your lips again, then her warmth left yours. Both of you had tears brimming in your eyes as she walked away, neither of you would let them fall though until you were safely concealed away from prying eyes. And away from one another.

"Have fun Natty, don't forget about me." Her hand hesitated on the knob now because you sounded serious. As if you believed she could.

Natasha could never forget you; her angel.

You'd never known it, but you saved her soul.

With that precious heart, and gorgeous smile.

Those eyes of yours that said you cared.

Natasha knew she was doomed to fall for you on that first night, it's why she kept returning.

Natasha cleared her throat, doing her best to remain chill. She soon turned to you with a wry smile. "I just had my fun detka," she winked "and I never would dream of forgetting you.

——~~~~~——~~~~~~~~——~~~~~——

A year flew by in no time, and now here you stood. With a baby on your hip, and a mind lost in a fantasy. You wished life wasn't so cruel.

The sound of the kettle whistling brought you out of your steamy daydream of a night past.

That was the last time you saw the woman, besides for on your TV. She'd unfairly asked you to wait for her to return, but never once did she give you a concrete reason to believe this was anything more than just business.

The PR surrounding her and her female costar didn't help to quell your fears of inadequacy.

They only made you realize this was a fantasy.

Natasha actually loving you was a sweet delusion you let yourself cling to for too long, now you had to move on for your sons sake.

Natasha's son... He looks so much like her. You sometimes wonder if things would be different if she knew. Would she actually step up?

You're not sure if you'll ever know. Your loyalty to her comes to an end tonight, you're certain she won't take that well, but that's tough shit.

The bucket loads of money she gave you ran out just last month, and so you hadn't much of a choice anymore. You had to return to work if you were going to support your family unit. She didn't own you, and so she would have to face the consequences of her every previous action.

She knocked you up, then skipped town by the next day without even leaving you her number. She couldn't exactly hold this against you.

After delivering the mug of tea to your ailing mother you passed your son to your brother, leaving a kiss on his chubby cheek before looking to your sibling with a stern glare.

"He's safe," he grumbled, "Now go be a hoe."

You rolled your eyes, flipping your brother off as you slipped out of the door with your bag.

A tear slid down your cheek, but you moved passed the anxiety, and drove off to the club.

—

News travels fast, you were always the clubs best girl so they announced your return days in advance, and of course as Nat landed back in LA she saw the news in an email from the club.

Her phone screen audibly cracked as she slammed it into the counter, and after a hot shower the redhead was on her private jet en route to New York, where you currently were in the back of the club trying on your best set.

You frowned when the lacy one piece struggled to get over your newly protruding hips. Every day you are reminded of your new body, and the miracle it pulled off creating your son, but it feels more burdensome in times like this.

Then you look down at the time, see your son's perfect face, and remember that though your circumstances aren't ideal, you wouldn't trade him for the world. So, with a brave face, and makeup over your newfound beauty marks you anxiously made your way out to the floor.

As soon as you stepped out the spotlight fell to you and the crowd roared with excitement. You were beyond overwhelmed as your eyes trailed over the crowd, many of your regulars from the years past were here to welcome you back. It was nice, but when you didn't find the pair of green you were hoping to your mood dropped.

The show must go on though, and when your boss called for you to greet Mrs. Lawrence, you waltzed right on over with a bright smile.

"Y/N, dear, it's been too long," the much older woman lifted your hand to her lips for a kiss that made you internally cringe. Another one of your rule breakers, with loads of her husbands money to cover up her perceived deviancies.

Her lips were dry, cracked with lines that held stories you didn't ever intend to learn. The only lines that mattered to you, that were engrained in the deepest crevices of your soul, were the ones that belonged to Natasha Romanoff.

A thin layer of wetness coated your lower lashes at the thought, but you held back the tears, and even more so on the need to retch.

You had bills to pay.

"Mrs. Lawrence," you greeted in a sultry tone, eyes batting up at her as she towered over you. "It's been quite some time since we've last been acquainted. Please tell me you rented a room."

You felt sick to your stomach...

"Oh, why of course I did sweetie..."

Natasha entered the club, determined in her stride as she let the anger in her soul win out. Her eyes only took seconds to zero in on you, and once they saw the elder woman escorting you to a room they narrowed in raw anger.

Fortunately your boss caught wind of the redheads arrival, she interrupted your current rendezvous and promised Mrs. Lawrence that she'd have her chance with you. Before you could ask your boss why you had your answer.

A strong hand wrapped around your bicep, dragging you down the dark hallways to the back of the line of rooms, and tossed you beyond the door, your body hitting the floor.

"I-um, shit, are you okay?" Natasha scrambled forward and pulled you up, her fast hands assessing you for injury. She didn't mean for you to get hurt, the angry adrenaline had just taken over. You nodded, "I'm okay Natty..."

She scoffed, how could you use such a sweet name when you clearly didn't love her the way that she loved you. God, did she love you.

"What part of stop dancing didn't you get?"

"Nat," your lip trembled as you stared back at her scared. She was furious, and that upset you terribly. "I'm broke... I had no other choice."

"I paid you more than enough, stop lying."

"I-I had to spend the bulk of the money Nat."

"I gave you half a million dollars Y/N!" She exasperated, "Fuck, you're such a whore!"

"My mom's sick!" You spat back now, "Her medical bills alone took a fourth of it," you reluctantly admitted, "Then another chunk went to paying off my schooling and for basic necessities. Not to mention I had to get us a house to stay in, one with a comfortable space for my mom, and with enough rooms for all of us," you continued, but Natasha just couldn't move passed the way you said all of us...

Did you have a partner she wasn't aware of?

Was she really that fucking clueless, and you that much of a conniving, filthy whore?

"Who the hell is 'us'?" She suddenly shouts, causing you to flinch fearfully and step even further away from her. "Y/N, I'm not going to ask again," she growls, then if things weren't bad enough your phone began to ring, and before you could send your mom to voicemail Natasha snatched the phone from your hands, and you tried to stop her but it was too late.

The natural redhead turned away to see the culprit, but she nearly dropped the phone when the call ended and she saw your lock screen.

There before her very eyes was a sweet little baby boy, he couldn't have been more than a month old in the photo. He'd been yawning, but one of his eyes was still slightly open and the murky shade of green was unmistakable.

"I wanted to tell you, but you never left me with any way to contact you, and it would've been too risky for you if I tried to find you. Plus, you didn't even want him, the pill that failed told me that much," you spoke up from behind her, the subtle disdain was clear in your tone, but Natasha couldn't be bothered to care about it.

She'd come back here tonight to remind you that you were hers, to put an end to the unspoken of tension, and give you the label you'd both been painstakingly yearning for.

But now, she's leaving this nightclub a mother.

That was never on the agenda, but the longer she stares at the photo of your baby, the more her heart seems to settle into the role, her mind runs wild with all the possibilities of a life she'd always wanted but never slowed down to have.

"Get dressed," she instructs with a level tone, smirking teasingly when you scoff. "Natasha, I have a job to do, and your tips are unwanted!"

Natasha frowns as you continue. "They come with unfair requirements, and I can no longer live on your timeline, I have four mouths to feed, and a mountain of medical bills stacking up." Her heart cracks as your pained words fly at her, but she's quick to straighten herself out.

"Y/N, you have to know that I am not going anywhere, right?" It was your turn to frown now as you took in the nervous way her hands fidgeted. "It hurts to see you think so little of me, but I guess that's really my own fault."

"Natasha, I." Before you could piggyback to make her feel better she shushed you, her hand waving in the air. "You don't need to do that. I'm here to fix this baby, I am here to stay, it's the whole reason why I came here tonight."

Natasha sat down in the chair she's been in many times before, but tonight was different from the rest, it came with soft confessions, "Come, sit on my lap darling, let me explain."

You cautiously took her extended hand to allow her to pull you into her lap, and you bit your lip instinctually upon feeling her large bulge.

"I flew in this morning, after all my many projects were finally completed, and before I could seek you out I was notified of your reappearing debut at the club tonight," she tiredly explains, "I was furious—as you could see, but that's all because of," she pauses, her heart stuttering in her chest, and beating so loud she could hear it, only you had this affect on her, it was like you were a drug cruising through her veins and lighting her nerves.

"I—Fuck, this is harder than I expected it to be," she chuckled humorlessly, you felt the way her body tensed up, so you took a bit of a risk; you intertwined your hand with hers, and used your other to cup her cheek with a tenderness.

It seemed to be a good call since Natasha's body immediately melted into the chair at the sign of affection, while her lips softly pressed to your palm, "I'm in love with you Y/N." You gasped softly, never expecting to hear those words from her, but they were the ones that had always lived in your dreams. "It wasn't my intention to fall, but after our first encounter I knew I was stepping off the ledge if I returned."

The woman could see the gears turning in your mind, it was clear you were trying to get how she could have been so pragmatic at the end of each session, but had also been falling in love.

"Which is why I kept coming back, and booking your slots full when I couldn't be here. It was a tactic to keep you untouched by others; you're mine. It was also to take care of you as best I could," she took your smirk as a good sign, and so she went on, shooting her shot in totality.

"That's all I want to do Y/N, to take care of you, I'm here to offer me completely, my heart is irrevocably yours, as is my body and soul."

You pouted inquisitively, the distrust obvious, and that spurred her on to fight harder for you.

"Please, let me love you like I always should've, to make up for the time lost, and to make this unexpected, but wanted family whole," the words left her with such conviction you weren't able to perceive them as anything less than true, so you answered her with a needy kiss.

Then you cupped her bulge through her pants, the woman groaned hotly against your lips, it took everything in her not to take you then.

"Detka, we don't have to." Natasha gripped your shoulders, using what little restraint she had she pushed you back. Worry ebbed its way into her heart, she feared you thought she expected sex from you in the moment, and as much as she wanted it, she didn't want to rush.

"I know," you whispered, "I want you, please."

"You have me detka. Daddy's got you."

Natasha stood up, your legs wrapped around her waist instantaneously, and she continued to kiss you rather sloppily while her free hand meticulously removed her belt causing her slacks to hit the floor. Her cock sprung free from its confines, slapping into your wet slit, and effectively pulling a soft moan from you.

"You always make such pretty noises," she purred against the skin of your neck as she teasingly rubbed her shaft against you, intent as an abundance of your slick transferred and eventually it trickled down both of your thighs.

Clearly foreplay was unnecessary, but that didn't matter to her. Natasha swiftly set you down, removing your lingerie in a flash. Her hands groped you over the cups on your breasts before she expertly removed them. Her hands continued to knead the sore flesh before you could warn her, though it didn't matter much because you breathily moaned in relief and she salivated at the white pebbling.

Natasha was desperate, "I need to taste you!" Her plump lips brushed over your collarbones, she stuck her tongue out, licking the salty skin as she inched closer to where you needed relief. She was panting just the same as you, this need to taste your breastmilk something new to her.

Her body was warmed by the palpable desire.

You whimpered embarrassingly as her tongue swirled around your nipple before settling beneath as her lips enclosed around the bud. Pre-cum spurted from the tip of Natasha's cock at your noises, and the overwhelming sweet taste that flooded her mouth after a soft suck.

"Fuck," she groaned against your sensitive areola, precious drops of white dripped from her lips and she cursed herself for losing any of it. "It's so sweet, detka, you're just so perfect!"

The smell of your arousal soon flooded the steamy room, pulling your lover from your breasts. She'd cleared your supply out anyway, so it was not shocking that she was kissing down your body now. There was insecurity in the way you moved earlier, when she removed your lingerie, and that made her heart hurt.

Change is inevitable when you carry life, bodies change in permanent ways as skin stretches. It is a miracle, one you've lived through as you carried her son. These dark stripes that now adorned your breasts, stomach and hips were only a beautiful reminder of that miracle. Natasha thought you were beautiful regardless of what you believed, the truth was obvious.

"God Y/N," she groaned, her lips softly pressed into the skin of your hips. It melted you to feel her smile against the new divots in your skin. "My gorgeous girl, look at you carrying around these beautiful marks in memory of our love."

An unexpected sob bubbled up from your chest as your heart melted at her subtle mention of your son, and the genuine lilt to her tone as she praised you for him had you swooning harder.

Natasha went slow as she loosely gripped at your lusher hips, her chapped lips from the constant atmospheric changes scraped over your pregnancy pouch. Kisses being left behind with a whispered praise to follow each one.

"You're the most beautiful girl here Y/N," she sighed as her soft fingertips trailed over the stretch marks while her lips pressed a kiss to the pudgy skin, she smiled against you making you feel her sincerity as she spoke on, "In that room full of people trying to get my attention I only ever saw you—my beautiful, sweet girl"

Her confession made you cry happy tears, she gripped your hand instantly, stroking it in a comforting way as she continued to kiss all over your body. Her lips paused over the scar on your lower belly, you felt her copycat tears, and placed a comforting hand on the back of her head. She chuckled emotionally, pulling back to gaze right into your eyes. Hers were apologetic, remorseful, and sickeningly loving.

“It’s okay Natty,” you reassured, hand slipping to cup her cheek instead. “We’re all okay now.”

Now… Insinuating back to a time when you weren’t, and when she wasn’t there for you.

Natasha pulled her emotions back in for the sake of you. She took her time moving down your body, even slower now, she ignored the ache in her thighs as she stayed crouched. It was important for her to cherish you, she was building your confidence back up as she loved your every mark and curve without hesitation.

When she finally finished dropping to her knees you were dripping for her. She licked her lips seductively, inhaling a long breath as she admired your cunt, the intoxicating smell of your intimacy was enough to drive her feral.

Natasha smiled up at you deviously, "I can't wait to taste you detka." She pressed a kiss to your inner thigh as she breathed, "It's been too damn long." She was letting you know she was preparing to bury her tongue inside of you.

You sent her down a nervous smile, arousing her even further when you looked scared like this. Like you were just a helpless fly caught in her trap, ready to be devoured whole by her venomous lips that spun a sweet web of lust.

Natasha gently lifted your left leg up, settling the crook of your knee onto her outer shoulder, leaving your thighs spread wide open for her. She kissed your skin and whispered, "I love you so much Y/N." You smiled at her words, then her lips latched onto your clit within seconds and you felt it. There was nothing but truth to them, she loved you beyond reason, which is exactly why she's on a prolonged acting hiatus.

You winced as she slipped her tongue inside of your tight hole, the subtle stretch stung. It'd been so long since you felt like this, you'd obviously been untouched since she left; you'd fallen pregnant, and were irrevocably hers.

There was just never going to be a person who knew your body as well. After a few gentle swirls around your clit you settled into the feel of the intrusion, and soon enough you were screaming out in pleasure. Natasha already had you teetering and it'd been under two minutes.

"Need to cum daddy," you panted, "Can I?"

Natasha hummed as she contemplated letting you, her choice made your body freeze, the sensation of the vibration was dizzying. Your clit then reacted as it pulsed beneath her lips.

"Please daddy," you begged, knowing that she loved it whenever you were desperate for her, but you didn't exactly wait for a response as you ground your clit down. Nat harshly gripped your quivering thighs when you tried to resolve your lack of friction problem by riding her perfectly sculpted nose instead of allowing her to remain in charge of your building pleasure.

You whined pitifully as Natasha pulled away with a fixed glare. She shook her head, and softly tutted, "Have some patience detka." Her tongue teasingly swirled around your sensitive bud in the following breath, and you moaned hoarsely. "Let us have our overdue reunion."

Natasha returned to her ministrations with a mumble of permission. You refocused on the pleasure, and felt it increase as you locked eyes. Those green eyes of hers that once presented as a mystery to you now gazed up at you with so much love that you couldn't help but to break.

"Oh daddy, fuck, you're making me cum!!"

Natasha was in awe seeing you coming undone, her cock throbbed as she saw your eyes become hazier. Your tang traversed over her tastebuds. She soon became drunk on your familiar essence as she worked tirelessly to clean you up. There was no turning back, she couldn't stop lapping at you, her shockingly strong arms wrapped around your quivering thighs from below as she hoisted you up, and gently shifted your body to the couch all the while never retreating from her spot between your thighs.

Her strength was borderline ungodly.

The woman had lost her mind as she continued to eat you out, she gleefully ignored her lungs need for air. It was almost like she was stealing yours so perfectly that she became immune to the need to obtain her own oxygen. It was only when her cock throbbed against her leg as you pushed her away with force that she stopped.

"No more," you whimpered, "It's too much."

It wasn't a lie, you were grossly overstimulated, but you were also somewhat bluffing. If you were truly done you'd have whispered your safe word, Red, but you didn't which really only meant you needed a minute. So, for the now, Natasha took to catching her breath while her hands softly caressed your hips. Then slowly but surely she kissed her way back up your body until her smirking face hovered yours.

"Are you ready for daddy's cock yet detka?" She kissed you, her tongue down your throat before you could even respond, you moaned around the muscle as the many tastes caught up to you. There was a bitterness reminiscent of coffee, it was easily drowned out by a sweetness that you knew had come from your breast milk, but that was also rather faint in comparison to your heady arousal that sheened over her face.

"Come on detka," she husked breathlessly, you felt the way her shaft pulsed against your skin as she laid atop of you. "Let me fill you up, I know you must've missed daddy's cock."

"I did," you genuinely cried, sparkling eyes boring into hers as your nails dug into her shoulders in emphasis. Natasha smirked, and gave your honest words a reward as she lined up her fat tip with your entrance and pushed.

"Oh fuck daddy, missed you so much" you squealed as she slowly but surely filled you.

Natasha chuckled softly, "It so good to be home detka." Her lips instantly latched onto the soft skin of your neck as she continued to thrust her cock forward. "Fuck," she panted harshly as her hips stuttered. Sharp teeth suddenly bit into the skin around your pulse point, and you clenched hard, "You're hugging me just right detka, feels like this pussy was made for me."

You lowly moaned your shared sentiments, words long since lost in the fog of your mind as you continued to flutter around her. Raspy, overwhelmed moans followed, up against the skin of your bruising throat as she felt your slicked walls slowly spreading apart for her.

The stretch had your eyes crossed, your hole was so damn tight, and Natasha felt that with every inch she sunk inside, it was heavenly. The way your walls clung to her shaft had her dizzy from the momentary lack of circulation. Then after a moment of complete stillness, where she'd buried her head in the crook of your neck so you both could adjust to the sensation, she slowly began to rock her hips.

The pace remained slow for awhile, the woman remembered just how much your pussy loved tender strokes. Steadily she built you up, the pit of arousal in your lower belly was reaching unbearable. Natasha waited until your first whine of identifiable pain to still herself, her lips kissed up your neck until she was by your ear, "Tell daddy what you need detka. Go on."

"I-I," you swallowed thickly as her eyes were incredibly intense as they peered into yours. "I'm so close daddy, just need you to play." You waved your hands a bit but she played dumb.

"How ever do you mean detka?" Natasha flashed you a teasing grin and you groaned, hands flying up to block your face but she stopped them. "Tell daddy, or you get nothing."

"No. No, please," you cried. "I'm sorry daddy. I just need you to play with my clit please."

"Whatever you need detka." Natasha increased her pace as well, her lips met yours for a sloppy kiss full of tongue and your heavy panting as you struggled to keep up with her pace with her thumb pressing calculated circles into your clit.

A loud snort came from your lips as you fell head first into your orgasm. It was intense, your body shook on top of the bed and your pussy held onto your lovers dick for dear life. Natasha felt like she was going to pass out if she didn't get a second to breathe freely.

After you came around her dick Natasha knew she was close. Bringing you over the edge of no return had always kept her on the edge of her own bliss without much need for friction. It's happened many times actually, where she blew a load without warning onto the furniture just because of how you tasted on her tongue, or for whenever you'd desperately moaned for more.

Natasha was a full time simp for you, nothing turned her on more than your pleasure, so as she continued to bury her throbbing cock into your soaked cunt she knew it wouldn't be long.

The lust of the situation almost made her keep going, but she was feeling nostalgic, so she decided to slow her thrusts. Wordlessly she moved your connected bodies again until she was sat in the chair that started it all. Your lip trembled as you fully sunk onto her, and the deja vu of the moment had tears welling up.

"Shh, don't cry detka," she coo'd, her thumb gently wiped the tears from your cheek, you leaned into the touch which made her smile. Seeing you find comfort in her was out of this world, it felt like her heart was mending. She'd been broken for so long, but you fixed her.

Natasha looked into your glossy eyes with a smile that was riddled with mischief. Nostalgia aside, she had a plan, and you knew her well enough to know it. Without any instructions you began to bounce, she groaned as you had started with a rushed pace. A sign of just how desperate you also were for her to release.

But she needed to be sure first.

Natasha stilled your movements with hands on your cheeks, your eyes spun beneath your lids as your g-spot met her tip with dizzying force. "Want daddy to fill you up detka? Please say you want it too!" Your eyes lazily blinked open, you blearily saw that her lip was caught between her teeth and her eyes were pleading.

"Daddy please breed me!" Natasha grunted, "Are you sure?" You nodded, then squeaked out an adorable yes when she slapped your ass. She chuckled lowly, "Of course you are."

Natasha teasingly thrusted, but gave you nothing else. So you whined, shaking your shoulders in an attempt to get your mobility back but Natasha only gripped you tighter and slammed her lips into yours with brute force.

“Please,” your whisper was pathetically quiet, but Natasha heard you without a problem. The way she slowly picked up a pace while her soft hands roamed your perfect body a clear sign that your desperation affected her. Her words confirmed it: “I'll get you pregnant again detka, after I make you my wife, you'll be my perfect little breeding bitch." Natasha stilled. “Fuck!”

The entirety of your body warmed in tingles, her cum spurting into your walls was euphoric. Natasha’s chest heaved as you greedily kept bouncing, every single lift you’d clench, and she’d continue to feel her releasing into you. Milking her dry as she fought so hard for her even a semblance of cognition. “Detka please.”

You slowed your hips, Natasha’s heart began to follow suit. When you fully stopped, sat on her lap as your mixed releases pooled between your bodies, she leaned her head into your chest. Her nose nuzzled affectionately against the valley of your breasts. Her face decidedly settled there, shaky breaths flowing over your skin eventually faded into soft, steady ones.

While coming down from your own high your fingers mindlessly played with the extensions in her hair, tired eyes admiring the bleached shade, but also feeling ecstatic at the sight of the red roots reemerging. You yawned, the gesture muffling your words as you'd already began speaking, "I love the blonde Natty." She smiled against you tenderly, pulling back she leaned up to peck your lips, then she wrapped her arms around your neck, leaned back once more and nodded with a smile to urge you on.

"You look hot, really, but I prefer the red."

Natasha chuckled, her amusement obvious.

"Thank you detka." Natasha leaned down to kiss your cheek softly. "You ready to go now?"

You nodded and she grinned before reaching into her tote bag to grab a thin robe. Your brows lifted in amusement, her face lifted into a knowing smirk. "I must shield what's mine."

You giggled, "My clothes are down the hall."

The woman shrugged, "But this gives me easy access to you." You gulped and she smirked, her nail scraped over the exposed swell of your breasts as her tone remained teasing, "It's a long drive detka. What else will I do at stop lights if I can't reach over and fuck you dumb?"

"Focus on the road?" You suggested to which she sighed an exaggerated, "Booooring."

Natasha abruptly tied the robe shut, then lifted the both of you off the chair effortlessly. "Say goodbye to the red room detka." The both of you looked back briefly in a moment of appreciation for what it gave to you. "We'll never be back in here again, this chapter in our story is effectively closed moya lyubov'."

"What's that mean Natty?" Natasha blushed as she realized you'll finally get to see just how long you've been hers. "My love." The way your eyes filled with tears brought her close to a breakdown as well but she shushed you softly, "I told you detka, you've always been mine."

Natasha paid no mind to the stares of the patrons as she carried you out of the back room, your bag now slung over her shoulder. Your boss scowled, she didn't need the clientele getting the wrong idea about her business, but once again she was soothed by the cash your lover gave to her in thanks. "Y/N quits."

You giggled into her shirt as you heard your boss's breath catch, she furiously shouted after you both, vague threats to ruin the starlets life but she didn't care much. The world could hear about your story from the owner, or her, they can cast their judgement all they want, but at the end of the day she was happy with her life.

Natasha was happy with having you.

Natasha handed your car keys to her assistant, then she settled you into the back of her SUV before sliding in right beside you with a cheeky grin as you questioned the change in plans.

"I wanted to cuddle," she defended, you raised an untrusting brow, but then you gave her what she wanted by closely snuggling into her side.

Her arm draped over you as you made a call, and she decidedly texted her team about you. Shutting her phone off right as soon as a call began to ring in. They could figure it all out, that's what she pays them the big bucks for.

After you finished checking on your mom and son you turned to see the blonde staring longingly at your lock screen, so you handed her the phone with it open on his photo album.

Her heart fluttered painfully at the first image. It was a side to side comparison of when you were at the end of your pregnancy, bare belly protruding out far, and low. Pasted next to your post pregnancy body, with your newborn in front of your deflated belly, peacefully sleeping. His little face smushed into your arm.

Natasha cleared her throat, doing her best to lessen the emotion in her tone as she spoke. "What's his name?" you smiled fondly at the woman from your seat in the limo, "Apollo."

You were falling even harder, watching as she mindlessly scrolled through your phone with a wide smile as she looked at your shared son.

The natural redhead quirked her brow at you, her silent question rather obvious. "His birth certificate isn't signed yet, I couldn't finish it until I knew where you stood." She beamed at the exciting news, "Well, I say it's about time we get you both on the Romanoff train then."

"It'll take a bit more than some promise of forever and mind blowing sex to win my hand in marriage Nat." She smirked, humming thoughtfully as she leaned over to hover her lips over yours, "Prey tell, how do I do it?"

You pecked her lips. "Stay the night tonight."

"Oh sweetheart, I am not leaving your side," she kissed you deeply to quell your expected rebuttal to her words that almost seemed too good to be true, "This was my last movie for a very long time detka. Consider it like a sort of retirement for at least the next five years."

"Really?" You literally couldn't stop from dancing excitedly in your seat at her words. "Yes," she chuckled at your childlike glee.

"What's the plan exactly?" You pursed your lips up into a subtle pout, "Don't you live in LA?"

"I do," she sighed, "But we don't need to worry about that, I have multiple properties here, but none are close to home without you in them.

"Are you expecting to stay with us then?"

"We'll move on your timeline here, we don't have to move in together if you're not ready. Please just know that I am whenever you are, I'm aware I've had the upper hand in knowing what I wanted here, so I'll be there everyday for whatever you and Apollo need, but don't worry, not in a way that could be seen as overbearing."

"You know, I kinda like the idea of you in my bed every morning," you admitted, "So if it's all the same to you you can move in with us, or we can all follow you out to the golden state."

"I'm good with staying here," she decided, "Apollo's life is here, as is yours, we can decide where to go later, but for now home to me is wherever you are, and here is perfectly fine."

Instead of answering you leaned into her side, she kissed your forehead, and turned your phone so that you could look through them with her. You told her stories, of a wonderful three months spent with him up until you fell asleep, and she listened with a heavy heart.

Natasha carried you into your home, she set you on the couch then began to traipse around the place. She stumbled upon your mother, she was fast asleep with the bassinet beside her bed. Natasha peered into the bed to find a tiny set of green eyes curiously looking up at her.

"Hello there," she greeted in a whisper, he smiled widely, gums on full display as he happily kicked his feet, his natural trust in her clear. "I'm Natasha; you can call me mama."

Natasha didn't want to disturb your mother, it appeared she had just finished up a round of medicine based on the IV drip attached to her. So she lifted your son into her embrace, and reemerged in the living room moments later.

Apollo allowed her the chance to hold him in her lap without any fuss. She settled his butt on her knees, and laid him back on her forearms so she could really look him over. He wore a beige onesie she recognized, she nearly cried at your show of acknowledgment, it was a direct connection to her, a character she had voiced.

"You are so pretty," she admired his perfect blending of features. He was similar in skin tone to you, slightly lighter but not by much, and he currently had a head full of dark red locks that sold him as hers within an instant. His eyes were your shape, but unmistakably her gorgeous shade of green won out. He had a button nose, and his lips resembled yours.

Apollo observed his mother much the same, he couldn't exactly grasp much about her tie to him at only three months old, but his body knew she was a safe person. He'd been hesitant with most people, he took over a month to warm up to your nanny—your brother, who was currently making pasta for dinner and was none the wiser to your son's new whereabouts.

His tiny legs suddenly kicked her stomach as if he discovered something exciting and had to tell her, and surprisingly she understood the baby's little gesture. "What is it buddy?"

You smirked from behind her, "Mommy's boy."

You rounded the couch, and went to sit beside your girlfriend but she yanked you into her lap instead. She cradled the baby to her chest, and after you settled down with your back against the armrest, and with your legs on the couch she returned Apollo to lay on her arms that were now resting on your lap. "Moya sem'ya."

(My family)

Natasha kissed both of your cheeks, and you watched as tears befell hers. "Are you okay?"

She wiped her tears on the back of her hand as she nodded. "Honestly?" A wide grin suddenly took over her face. "I've never been better."

"Oh my gosh," you giggled wildly, "Is it true, that Hollywood's very own brooding lesbian with a train of fan girls is a total romantic?"

Natasha's jaw briefly clenched, you could cut through the thick tension with the sharp bones.

"They don't matter," she whispered, lower lip now wobbling. "Only you, and our son matter. Your family too. Fuck the fans and Fuck the media." She needed you to know, that without a doubt, she's exactly where she wants to be.

"Natasha, hey it's okay, I know," you spoke softly, thumb caressing her cheek as you slowly ran it down to the taut skin of her jaw, she miraculously responded and unclenched.

Then you tilted her face up with your fingers beneath her chin. "I was only playing your silly title up, I know what I have with you is sacred."

"Because it is," she chokes out, her voice raspy as she's overcome with emotion, "I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone before. I adore the way you tell me about your studies while I mindlessly play with the short hairs on the nape your neck. The way you always took care of me after a session, I'd clean your body, but you'd mend my heart with just a smile."

"Fuck Natasha, I thought I was done crying over you," your tone was humorous as you slapped her shoulder lightly. Natasha chuckled, not at your loaded words, but at the way your son went from lazily smiling to glaring up at her in wonder. You laughed too once you caught on. "Don't worry bubby, Mama's just making Mommy happy, it's a-okay malysh."

Natasha smiled at you, leaning in swiftly she stole an appreciative kiss. "You're learning Russian for our son?" You smiled softly and she couldn't fight the blush running up her neck. "God Y/N, you're the ideal partner."

Apollo huffed when you leaned in to kiss Natasha again, for a few beats longer than the last time. You smirked when Natasha pulled away from you all concerned. Her eyes surveyed the infant with precision, and once she concluded he wasn't hurt she locked her gaze on his face. His chubby, adorable face glistening in his drool. She sighed in relief as Apollo returned to his calmed demeanor. He grinned up at her over his fingers and blew.

"Oh look," you jested, pointing a thumb at him, he looks up at you in pre offense. "He's gotten his jealousy from you, it must be hereditary."

"It's definitely a biological response," she jests back with that notorious wink smirk combo of hers that initially drew you to her, and sends a shiver running up and down your spine.

"You're insatiable dorogoy," you call her out, meanwhile your slyly shifting your legs around in an attempt to get relief. Natasha notices.

"I adore your Russian accent baby," she giggles, a rare melodic sound that humanizes your actress of a lover. "It's uniquely you."

Natasha throws her head back as she cackles. The glare you'd sent her was priceless. You slapped her arm once again and your son laughed. The both of you stilled. Shocked to hear that precious sound from your tiny guy.

Your brother came running into the living room, a bandana on his head pushing his hair back, wearing a pink "Kiss the Chef" apron with white frills on the bottom with a sizzling pan in hand. He shrieks as soon as he sees the starlet beneath you. He lifts the spatula up to shield his face, but it hides nothing, the shame is evident. He leaves just as fast as he came.

The room is silent for a moment, your son looks as if he's deep in thought. His tiny brows manage to furrow, clearly he is processing. You witness Natasha smirking out of the corner of your eye, then you looked down to see your baby boys goofy, gummy grin. His squeaky laughter follows, and you cry as you feel his joy.

It's euphoric, as if you too were experiencing a laugh for the first time again. A pure feeling.

Meanwhile Natasha is doing all she can to keep his amusement going long enough for her to capture this precious moment on her phone. Shifting him to one arm, using her lap more, and pulling faces at him as she unlocks it. The woman presses record, capturing the beautiful sound, but unfortunately the camera is on her face instead of the infants. However, in a turn of events you kept your cool a bit better, and caught your sons boisterous laughter as well as his precious, deep dimpled smile. And at the angle you were, you caught your baby mama's face full of adoration along with your sons.

Then your brother returned, he slicked his hair back with a hand that he then extended to your girlfriend, and stammered, "Hi, um, I'm Cole."

"Hello Cole, I'm Natasha," she greeted him, but her gaze never met his. It was probably rude, but she dealt with enough young men to know it's best to let them down with disinterest. Also, she just couldn't look away from Apollo's face.

You'd never told your brother who the other parent was, mostly because he wouldn't ever believe you. But now, as he looked over to find you smirking he began to understand. The way she looked up at you, flashing you a grin while her green eyes sparkled was his final clue in.

Not the fact that you were in her lap…

"Oh my gosh," he shrieked. "Y/N, how the hell did you manage to pull Natasha Romanoff?"

"For one, I didn't stutter over my words," you teased, and your girlfriend laughed shortly, she hadn't meant to let it escape, but it did, and in all honesty he deserved it. "Y/N is the one who pulled me actually," she cuts you off, her free hands slipping into yours. "She's perfect."

"Where have you been then?" You sent your brother a glare as you saw the way Natasha froze up once more, but he paid it no mind.

She handed your son over, and stood to be eye level with your younger brother. It was tense for a second before she dropped her defensive stance. "I was a bit reckless, and I did a lot of things wrong, but I can assure you that I'm here now, and that's all you need to know."

Cole pursed his lips, and gave her an assessing stare before nodding slowly. "Be good to her."

He left promptly after, calling out that dinner was going to be ready in ten. After the lot of you shared a much calmer meal you stopped by to nervously introduced her to your mom. They shared in a sweet conversation, Nat promised your mom she'd be here from this point on. It wasn't hard for them to take to each other, and your heart melted into a puddle when she had helped your mom through a harsh coughing fit.

Natasha followed you obediently as you guided her to your room, you settled onto the bed, and fed your son as she looked around the space.

"You guys share a room?" You hummed a yes while moving Apollo to your shoulder so that you could burp him, and she looked at you. "Would you wanna move to my Manhattan loft? Your brother can stay here with your mom, and I can get her a live in nurse."

It was a no brainer honestly. Living with your mother while sharing a bed with your lover, and a space with your son wasn't ideal at all.

“I don’t want to rush things,” you start, feeling horrible as her face fell. “I want this, but it’s new, and I don’t want us to rush and break it.”

Natasha nodded, humming thoughtfully. “I’m not going anywhere Y/N. I’ve already sent my team a statement to release. I’m done acting, not forever, but for a very long time. My life is always go-go-go, but I’m done. I finally found something worth sticking around for.”

You smiled, Apollo looked up at Natasha and mirrored your expression. She sobbed happily.

“Okay.” You gave in easily. “We’ll follow you.”

Natasha settled down beside you in the bed, she kissed your lips softly, then she did the same to your son’s forehead, then she took him and began to burp him like a natural. The rest of the night went just a seamlessly, where you bathed him, then got him down and into bed.

Then if she couldn’t be anymore perfect she guided you into a warm bath, taking care of your every need with tender care. I love you felt with every swipe of her hands over your body. Natasha got you dressed in a nursing bra and panties, then she slipped into a pair of your sleep shorts and a cotton sports bra.

“I’ll be right behind you detka,” Natasha kissed your cheek, then ushered your protesting form out of the bathroom so she could clean up.

You slipped into bed gratefully, leaving your arms open wide to seem inviting. Natasha fell into your embrace with a pleasured sigh a few minutes later. Neither of you spoke, and it was like that for a long while, the only reason you knew the other was awake is because you're lazily carding your fingers through Natasha's hair, and she was mindlessly tickling your side.

"I'm learning Russian for you moya lyubov'," you hummed against her temple, repeating the words back to her that she'd taught you earlier while leaving a wet kiss against her hairline.

Natasha lifts her body up so that she can hover over you while leaning on her elbows. She sighs dreamily, "Vykhodi za menya?" Natasha took a leap of faith, hoping you'd gotten this far in a lesson. Interpersonal relationships are usually within the first few lessons of any language.

(Marry Me)

"What's the rush?" You teased, but then her face fell and you softened. "I will answer you when you ask me again. I don't need anything fancy, but I can assure you I do need a ring."

Natasha leaned down to kiss your lips softly. Then she buried her face against your chest so that she could release her excitement without waking the sleeping baby in the bassinet. You giggled quietly, and ran a hand down her back, that slowly inched back up as she shimmied until her lower body was slotted between your legs, with her chin pressed into your tummy.

"I'll make it special anyways," she mumbled into the soft skin of your stomach, her lips left a lazy kiss before her cheek nuzzled into your warmth. The redhead found laying atop of you like this comforting, she knew it was a fleeting moment since you preferred to sleep covered. Natasha wouldn't mind the blanket, but you wouldn't let her sleep under it completely.

“I believe you,” you breathed tiredly. Natasha shimmied back up, and brought you into albeit too brief, a heartwarmingly tender make out.

“Goodnight Natty.” You snuggled into her arms this time, and pecked her shoulder. Natasha sighed contently, “Goodnight moya lyubovs’.”

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