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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 4 months

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Kinkmas (10)- Let It Snow

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: When a mission on Christmas Eve goes wrong and leaves you and Natasha stranded in a random cabin in the woods, you can’t help but be disappointed at the way you were going to spend your first Christmas together. Natasha, however, shows you that it’s not so bad being stuck together.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings/Tags: Mentions of Missions, Brief Angst(?), Fluff, Teasing, Smut, Dom Reader/Sub Natasha, Soft Smut, Fingering, Oral Sex, Begging

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Your gaze was firmly locked on the fire that crackled in front of you, eyes taking in every little flame that flickered and wavered, the orange hue illuminating the abandoned cabin the two of you had found, the warmth desperately needed.

Your body was pressed up against the redhead’s, front flush against her back in an attempt to keep her warm, your clothes draped over old furniture near the fireplace in hopes of drying it off, the fabric soaked as you trudged through the blizzard that occurred outside as you seeked refuge in the abandoned cabin. The two of you immediately searched for sheets to wrap up in, needing to take off the wet clothing and make a fire to prevent hypothermia, the two of you luckily trained to adapt in these situations.

So here you were, the two of you locked in an embrace in front of a fire, bodies wrapped up in old cotton sheets as your arms snaked around her middle, head resting atop of hers as you felt her shiver slightly, your eyes still transfixed on the fire in front of you both, lost in thought.

“Detka?” Natasha hummed softly, trying her best to read your body language and lack of communication as you sat silently behind her, your arms a little tense around her waist, legs seemingly unable to remain still as you bounced one of them slightly, nerves and discomfort evident in your features. She tilts her head back slightly, causing yours to move from her silky locks, eyes blinking as you look away from the fire to her mesmerising green, snapping yourself back to reality.

“Are you alright?” you ask as she looks at you curiously, gaze wandering over your features as she takes in your slightly red cheeks, the tip of your nose also red from the cold weather you’d previously endured, gaze lifting to the subtle way you scrunch your eyebrows, worry and confusion creeping onto your face.

“I’m fine,” she whispers back, honesty lacing her tone making your brows furrow a little more, confused as to why she was looking at you in that way, her fingers trailing down your forearms and down to your fingers, interlocking them softly, intimately, as she made sure you were alright, not used to seeing you like this after a mission. “Are you alright?” she asked cautiously, not quite sure as to what had caused this unusual mood from you, your gaze flickering away from hers nervously, the action not being missed by the spy. Something was definitely wrong.

“I’m fine, love,” you murmur back, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, listening to the whistling wind outside and for anything or anyone else, your body still on edge from the mission, adrenaline still flowing throughout your body as you tried to remain calm and collected, pushing your slight paranoia to the side.

“You’re an awful liar, Detka,” she teases softly to lighten the mood, turning around in your arms and prompting you to let her hands go, your eyes naturally drifting down to the exposed skin that you could see before snapping back up to her eyes, the small smirk toying at the corner of her lips indicating she saw your gaze, cheeks tinting a darker shade. “What’s wrong?” she asks, fingers moving to play with the baby strands at the back of your neck as she straddled your lap, your mind trying to remember how to function with her sat on top of you like that, the dark spiral of thoughts about the mission seeming to fade from your mind.

“I…” you start but the raise of her brow and the look in her eyes has you pausing in your lie, a sigh of defeat leaving you as you snake your arms around her once again, wanting to pull her impossibly closer. “I don’t want to be here,” you mutter as your head rests against her shoulder, her fingers sliding up into your hair and scratching at your scalp, lulling you into a more relaxed state, body still a little tense though.

“Surely I’m not that bad as company,” she whispers once again with a slight teasing tone, your lips naturally pulling into a smile at her actions and words, her ability to calm you something you’ve always appreciated. “Why don’t you want to be here?” she asks, her tone soft and curious, waiting for you to answer and help her solve the mystery of your current mood.

“Because it’s Christmas Eve Nat,” you say, a little annoyance in your tone that wasn’t directed at her, more the Hydra agents that ruined your mission and made you miss your ticket out of the snowy terrain. Her green softened at your tone, her mouth parting a little, having thought you didn’t want to do anything special for Christmas. “I just- I just want to be home, with the team, with you,” you explain, feeling rather stupid for ranting, the secret plans you had going to waste, “Instead, I’m here, in this freezing cabin not knowing when we’re going to leave, if we’re safe. What if one of the Hydra agents followed us? What if-”

“Hey,” she says, cold fingertips cupping your cheeks and guiding you to look up into her green, her fingers brushing over your warm skin softly. “Don’t go down the spiral of what ifs,” she murmurs gently, knowing it was the worst thing to do after a mission, your eyes trained on hers, letting the emerald soothe you. “We’re safe and we’re together, just focus on that for the moment Detka,” her voice was wrapped in a comforting tone, your lips forming a small smile at the tender one she offers you, lips titling to briefly meet hers.

“I know but,” you trail off, a hint of doubt still gnawing at the back of your mind, “I think I’m going to check outside once more,” you say, letting out a heavy sigh as you go to move, her body on top of yours preventing you, her hands moving to your shoulders, firmly keeping you still.

“You’re not going outside to check Detka, we’re safe, I promise you,” her words are slow and laced with confidence and care, trying to emphasise to you her point, wanting you to stop worrying. “Plus, the weather outside is frightful, and the fire is so delightful,” she sings softly, a huff of laughter escaping you as you cast your gaze back up into her alluring green, unable to stop the small smile creeping onto your lips as you shake your head at her antics.

“Nat,” you whined a little, her simply chuckling softly, fingers trailing along your bare shoulders, dipping lower behind your back to lift the sheet back over you.

“You’re the one who mentioned Christmas,” she teases, lips pecking yours intimately as you melt against her body, arms wrapping back around her body and caressing her perfectly sculpted curves. “Promise me you’ll stop worrying, Detka,” she whispers as her forehead leans against yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you try your best to forget about the haunting mission, your mind focussing on her and only her.

“Ok,” you murmur back, tilting your head to catch her lips, claiming them briefly and further allowing you to delve into the thoughts about her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you wanted Christmas to be special,” she murmurs after a comfortable silence, your head pulling back from hers to look into her apologetic green, noticing each and every swirl of emerald overflowing with love. The two of you had never mentioned anything about the festive season so Natasha naturally assumed you weren’t a massive fan of it, your immediate response to shut anything down about it her biggest indicator.

“It’s ok,” you mumble but Natasha gathers that you don’t truly mean it, “It just means my surprise plan can’t fail because it can’t happen,” you joke, trying to make yourself feel a little better as the last few weeks of planning a surprise without her, the infamous Black Widow, figuring it out was difficult and involved a lot of effort on your behalf.

“You planned something?” she asks, her head tilting curiously making you smile sheepishly, an excitement and flood of warmth filling her at your thoughtfulness.

“Maybe,” you mutter, shrugging your shoulders innocently to tease her, knowing you were going to spill everything to her as you’d been waiting ages to see her reaction to it, it just sadly wasn’t going to be the way you wanted it to be.

“Tell me all about it, Detka,” she encourages, fingers returning to the back of your neck, her eyes slowly drifting across your features as you both admire one another, your thoughts successfully straying away from the mission entirely.

“The first step was to bring you breakfast in bed,” you explain, watching how her eyes soften as you continue, “I persuaded Wanda into helping me learn how to make syrniki,” the dish a traditional Russian cheese pancake you overheard Nat talking about once, saying how she hadn’t had them for years and craved them. Natasha’s heart was unable to process the overwhelming feeling of love bubbling in her chest, warmth enveloping her entirely as she can’t help but gaze at your wide smile, excitement replacing the worry in your eyes.

“Syrniki,” she corrects softly, your pronunciation a little off making you blush a little, remembering Wanda’s teasing comments on your pronunciation as you somehow kept adding syllables.

“Syrniki,” you try again, her smile growing a little wider as you say it correctly, your fingers trailing higher up on her back and tracing over the various muscles that twitched under your slightly cold fingertips, your mind thinking through rest of the plan, deciding on what to tell her. “I’d bring you those and traditional Russian tea before we go into the living area for a surprise,” your tone growing more excited, her brow raising expectantly at your words.

“Surprise?” She asks amused, a hint of curiosity lacing her tone as your genuine smile makes her ponder what it could be, the spy usually able to figure out what you were hiding. “I assume you’re not going to tell me then,” she whispers, leaning down briefly to let her lips ghost yours as you scrunch your nose cutely at her antics, knowing how she was going to try and trick you into giving her what she wanted.

“Nope,” you say while popping the ‘p’, claiming her lips cheekily as she can’t help but roll her eyes at you playfully, “You can interrogate me all you want, I’m not spoiling this one,” you murmur against her lips as she brushes hers over yours once again, her gentle breath caressing your mouth.

“Even if I use my very specific skill set on you?” she teases, tone dropping an octave as you merely chuckle at her seductive words, not wanting to give in despite the warmth pooling between your thighs.

“Nope,” you repeat, popping the ‘p’ once again to further torment her, her huffing a laugh out against you before melting further against your body, arching her back slightly to press further into your toned and warm body. “And then after the surprise,” you say, exaggerating the word to tease her even more, the surprise being a visit from Yelena as Natasha had struggled to locate her sister after the two of them met to save the Widows from the Red Room, having mentioned it to you multiple times how she wished to see the blonde again. “It’s present time,” you say, grin somehow growing as you think about the domestic scene of the whole team just spending time together, trying to be normal instead of heroes of the world for a moment and relax with one another. After that it was going to be the plan Natasha already knew with Tony and Clint bringing their children around, everyone in charge of helping out with the various bundles of joy and dinner Wanda was in charge of, the redhead excited to spend time with the mini Bartons as always. “Then, later on after dinner and the children have gone to bed, I was hoping to give you another present,” you murmur, a hint of suggestiveness underlying your words as her smile turns into a sultry smirk, her brow raising a little once again as you sit up straighter, letting your lips brush over hers again while your arm wraps around her waist, Natasha welcoming your subtle advances.

“Another present huh?” she sighs out as you lift her off your lap and flip the two of you around, gently laying her down on the old bear rug, the sheet sprawling behind her and accommodating the red locks that cascade down onto the cream material. “What does this present entail?” she softly murmurs as her fingers guide your head down to meet her lips, claiming them softly as her legs wrap around your waist, encouraging you to press your body into hers, one of your hands bracing you above her body and the other cupping her cheek, deepening the soft kiss.

“It involves me showing my girlfriend how much I love her,” you rasp out into a kiss, tongue effortlessly sliding into her mouth, the two of you fighting a little for dominance as the kiss gradually grows more intense and messy, the redhead eventually caving and giving in to your wet and wanting mouth, a small moan leaving her. Your lips tug into a smirk as she lets you take control, your mind fogging with desire as you pull back from the passionate kiss, panting for breath as a string of saliva connects your lips, her tilting her head back up to crash her lips back to yours, a sudden intensity and lust taking over you as your bare bodies press into each other, her nails scratching down your back satisfyingly. “How much I love her beauty,” you husk out, trailing your kisses along her sharp jawline, nipping occasionally to watch the creamy skin tint red momentarily, soft gasps leaving her at every teasing touch, her head lolling back and encouraging you to go lower. “How much I love her moans,” you whisper, mouth at the shell of her ear, a small groan leaving her as your hand drifts lower, nail scratching down her abdomen, feeling her muscles twitch and tense under your sinful touch, the pad of your finger resting at her hip bone, tracing idle patterns to make her head spin with arousal. “The taste of her on my tongue,” your tone sultry as you swipe your finger through her folds teasingly, coating your digit in the arousal that’s pooling between her thighs, Natasha’s heart pounding against her ribcage as arousal has consumed her sane thoughts, her eyes meeting yours and overwhelmed by the sheer amount of love in them, your enamoured gaze going straight to her core.

“Detka,” she sensually sighs out, your lips finding hers once again, pouring all your emotions into it as her back arches off the sheet slightly, giving you the space to slide your hand more comfortably between your bodies, your finger brushing over her clit and earning a soft moan in response, the sound causing a throb between your thighs. You drag your finger through her slick, spreading it around her wet sex as she moans once again, your head spinning with the thought of her as you work her up slowly, your lips a contrast to your steady pace as the two of you refuse to part, a mischievous idea entering your mind, your teeth gently dragging her lower lip down before releasing it, casting your gaze to her eyes, enticing her emerald to stay trained on you.

“It’s just a shame it’s not Christmas yet,” you murmur teasingly against her lips, pulling away from her body as far as you can before her legs instinctively wrap back around your body, her strong thighs effortlessly pulling you back into her.

“It’s Christmas somewhere in the world right now,” she reasons while pulling you by your shoulders back down, a chuckle leaving you as you return your hand to between her thighs, her teeth warningly nipping your lower lip at your playful actions. “Please,” she whispers against your lips and you can’t help but smile smugly at the pleading tone to her voice, her hand wrapping around your wrist and silently requesting you to give her what she desperately wants.

You move your finger back through the abundance of arousal that’s pooled between her thighs, sliding your finger to her clit and slowly circling it to begin with, your mouth claiming her lips once again, addicted to her soft, plump ones while her hands bury themselves into your hair, keeping you as close as possible. As you touch grows more confident and firmer, moans spilling from her lips and her hips rolling against your hand, you sigh into her welcoming mouth, the kiss that was feverish and teasingly full of tongue breaking off as she struggles to reciprocate it, your mouth descending down her jaw and the column of her throat, teeth scraping against the warm skin tauntingly.

You can feel the vibrations of her muffling a moan when you slide your finger down to her entrance, teasingly thrusting it in before sliding it out, coaxing her to chase your finger with her hips as she bucks against you, the redhead able to feel you smirking against her skin.

“I want to hear you,” you mumble against her neck as you continue in your journey down her body, a desperate sigh leaving her as you enjoy watching her give you control, the power going a little to your head. “You’ve got to tell me if you want something,” you tease, lips meeting the burning skin of her shoulder, your touch driving her delirious with desire as you toy with her body in all the right ways, every brief touch sending heat between her thighs, your finger coated in her arousal.

“Detka,” she groans, a little reluctant to beg just yet, your smirk growing wider as her body shows her desperation, your mind savouring this side of her as it was rare she’d let you be so in control of her body. “I…” She trails off as your mouth ghosts over her sensitive chest, tongue flicking over her nipple tauntingly, revelling in how she arches her back into your touch, fingers tightening their grip in your hair.

“You what, love? You need to use your words for me,” your words and dominant tone makes Natasha’s composure crack, an unrestricted moan leaving her lips as she gives in to submission, your lips pressing a gentle kiss to each of her breasts, your finger continuing to tease her entrance, waiting for her to tell you what she wants.

“I need you,” she whimpers out ever so quietly, eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the way your mouth kisses everywhere but where she wants you at her chest, lips peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses along her soft skin. “Fuck me…Please,” she pleads, your head leaving her chest and claiming her lips passionately, your finger finally sliding into her earning a broken moan, pleasure jolting through her body.

“That’s it,” you praise as she moans into your eager mouth before you part from her mouth once again, letting the room fill with the sinful sounds that spill from her lips and the wet sound of your finger sliding into her dripping core at a torturous pace.

“Please Detka, Fuck,” she groans when you kiss lower down her body, teeth nipping at her hip bone as you slide your finger back in slowly, purposely taking your time with her as you intended to drive her mad with your touch, her eyes fluttering open and casting down to where you were, meeting your enamoured gaze as you curl your digit inside her, the redhead’s mouth parting at the feeling. “Shit, just like that, please do that again,” she practically begged as you thrust your finger back in, hitting her sweet spot perfectly while heat floods through you at the sound of her desperate voice.

“Do you need more, love?” You mumble against her skin as your mouth hovers over her intoxicating core, wanting to hear how desperate she is for you, your finger persisting with your deliberately slow pace, gradually building the pleasure within her as her hips gently rock against your hand, pleasure building at the pit of her stomach.

“Please,” is all she moans back in response, your resolve crumbling, unable to resist her anymore as your mouth licks a stripe up her core, moans escaping you both at the feeling.

Your wet and warm mouth sparks pleasure and delirium within her, her hips bucking up against you as you nuzzle your face closer, desperate to get a better taste of her heavenly arousal on your tongue, intending to show her exactly how much you love her.

The sound of her lewd moans and the taste of her on your tongue makes you lightheaded with the thought of her, addicted and constantly craving more of her as your tongue swipes through her folds, pleasure flooding through her body as you thrust your fingers into her faster, forgoing with anymore teasing as you couldn’t handle anymore, never mind her.

Her fingers tighten once again in your hair, nails scratching your scalp to create a dull pain while your hands wrap around her thighs, pulling her impossibly closer as you get lost within her, lips wrapping around her clit and sucking firmly as you focussed on every little reaction she offered you. You longed to forever remember the desperate moan that was ripped from the back of her throat at the way your finger curled and mouth sucked on her at the same time, the hitch of her breath as your tongue swirled around her clit, the way her body twitched as pleasure took over her, swiftly pushing her towards her release. You needed to remember it all.

Her hips soon started to roll against your mouth, coating your chin in her slick as your tongue lapped at her clit, alternating between sucking firmly and swirling your tongue around her, sinful sounds spilling from her lips as her body started to tremble in your grasp, her moans growing louder at you slide in another finger, stretching her out beautifully.

“Detka, I- Please,” are the only words that she can manage as one of her hands shoot down to grip the sheet beneath her, knuckles bleeding white whilst her other one persists in keeping your head between her thighs, needing you to push her over the edge. “Please don’t stop,” she groans as you curl both of your fingers against her sweet spot, her vision almost blurring at the overwhelming feeling of love and pleasure coursing through her body, your body desperate to watch her fall apart at your touch.

“Look at me,” you rasp out against her core, the vibrations from your words causing her hips to buck against you harder, a whimper leaving her at your tone. When her eyes stay squeezed shut due to the euphoria flooding through her, you ask her again, your tone dropping an octave to gain her attention, “Look at me, Love,” you repeat, lust and desire swirling in your eyes at you peer up at her between her legs, her body waiting for you to let it experience the wave of pleasure. When her emerald caught yours, it was like time froze for a moment, the way each swirl of green that were laced with desperation stared at you had you forgetting about everything else in the world but her. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, needed you to make her come, to fall apart in your arms. Fuck you don’t think you’d ever be able to get the sight out of your mind.

“Detka,” she moaned and you were gone at her pleading tone, a moan spilling from your lips as you curled your fingers perfectly inside her, tongue still lapping at her clit.

“Come for me,” you murmur against her, keeping your eyes on hers as you watch them roll to the back of her head momentarily, her head lolling back and showing off her defined jawline as her hips stutter against your face, body tensing. A broken moan escapes her at the amount of pleasure that floods through her, her fingers almost tearing through the sheet as she lifts it to her mouth, trying to muffle the small scream of your name as her release crashes through her.

Your lips pepper soft kisses against her inner thighs as she attempts to recover, your fingers tracing random patterns against her skin as you wait for her to look back down at you, your eyes admiring her, in awe of her beauty as she lays beneath you, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Soft pants spill from her lips as she moves her fingers in your hair, pulling you back up so you were hovering over her body, hand quickly wiping the remnants of her arousal off your lower face before kissing her softly, her arms wrapping around your body, wanting to keep you as close as possible, her red locks tickling your cheek as you press another kiss to her forehead, a soft chuckle leaving her.

“God you’re incredible,” she mutters, speaking her thoughts involuntary making you laugh as you roll onto your side, pulling her naked body into yours, wrapping the sheet back around the two of you as the fire crackles in the background, the warmth a gentle reminder of your situation, not that you minded anymore. You were with her, that’s all that mattered.

Upon feeling you smile smugly against the top of her head she moves so she’s hiding her face at the crook of your neck, rolling her eyes at your antics as she can picture the look on your face right now.

“Don’t even,” she mumbles, your body shaking a little as you try to stifle your laugh, unable to express the amount of joy that you were feeling.

“I won’t,” you whisper back, giving in this once as you didn’t want to ruin the tranquil atmosphere, her fingers travelling up and down your back soothingly, her gentle breath tickling your skin. “Thank you for distracting me earlier,” you murmur, truly grateful for her always being able to care for you, the simple act of asking you about your Christmas plans easing the worry that built inside you. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you say whilst pressing a kiss to her silky locks, her smile growing at your soft words, a hint of mischief appearing on her face.

“You'd probably still be staring at that fire,” she mutters playfully, another laugh escaping you as your heart melts in your chest, your nose pressing against her hair further and relishing in the smell of her shampoo, losing yourself in the domestic moment with her.

“Shush,” you mutter out in faux annoyance, the redhead smiling against your skin and nuzzling closer to your warmth, a relaxed sigh escaping her. “Merry Christmas Nat,” you murmur after a while, the comfortable silence lulling the both of you to sleep, your arms securely wrapped around her middle, the two of you locked in a tender embrace.

“Merry Christmas Detka,” she murmurs back, kissing your skin softly, unable to comprehend the love she has for you as the snow outside continues to fall gracefully from the sky, showing no signs of stopping.

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sh1-n0bu · 6 months

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 23: fingering with natasha from hsr

warnings: fingering, slight exhibitionism, squirting, clit pinching, established relationship, slight overstimulation

notes: when i tell u i almost moaned out loud when i saw her on screen

muffled moans, lewd shlick sounds and the rustles of fabric could be heard inside natasha’s clinic. today had been unusually stressful day for the sole doctor of the underworld which caused her to seek out the help of her lover.

almost all of the time natasha feels the oncoming dreadful feeling of headache looming, she would settle it with a nice hot cup of tea of perhaps even a peaceful nap. but this time, since you were here beside her, helping her with her patients, she thought she could be greedy for once and seek out the familiar comfort of your touch instead.

the familiar comfort of your touch being the familiar feeling of your fingers scissoring her open in her own damn office of course.

natasha knew this was risky. the two of you were in her office and although it’s the dead middle of the night, possibly 3 or 4am, and that every last one of her patients were recovering in their own homes, anyone could walk in at any given moment. and they could see just how good you fuck her tight cunt open with only two fingers.

letting out another drawled out moan of your name, natasha bucks her hip into your hand, trying to add some pressure into her neglected clit. you were only massaging her warm insides and although she loved how gentle you were when spreading her dripping folds open, she also wanted you to be mean to her.

seeming to get the gist of what she wanted, almost as if you read her mind, your other hand slips down from where it was holding onto her love handles with a bruising grip down to her gushing pussy. she was so wet and you were only scissoring her and nothing more.

placing a kiss on the exposed skin of her neck, you spread her labia open with your other hand. opening her folds wide for anyone who would walk in and to see before adding pressure onto her vulva. the action seemed to please your tired wife as she lets out another moan. biting down on her lips to muffle her loud sounds of pleasure as she comes on your fingers.

she was embarrassingly loud today and the doctor couldn’t help but blush bright red. not only was she loud with her mouth, moaning, squealing and whining, she was also loud by her cunt. each time your fingers slid inside her glistening cunt, a loud shlick! sound would follow.

how embarrassing. anyone could walk inside her office and see her with her legs wide open, cunt all red and dripping for the world to see while you let her lean on your chest.

“l-love… can we change positions? i… i feel nervous like this” the doctor weakly moans, voice coming out in ragged breaths. yet despite her words, her body seems to have a different idea as her cunt tightens around your fingers. almost as if asking you to fuck her like this more.

“now now, nat. don’t worry, there’s nothing to think about. no one is awake and would come here” you reassure her gently, whispering sweet nothings into her ear in a low voice. of course you locked the door. it would be okay for you to be a little selfish with your wife for once, right?

so, with a renewed vigor, you angle your fingers to hit into her sweet spot every time you pull your fingers out before pushing back into her slick folds. not giving her much time to catch her breath got natasha squirming in your lap, high pitched whines and whimpers falling out at the overstimulation.

whispering all sorts of sweet nothings into her ear, your other hand that was spreading her vulva open travel up to her clit. flicking the hardened nub, it caused your wife’s legs to twitch, almost shutting close. but you prevent it with a few tuts, leaving her clit to spread her legs open again.

with her legs open and comfortable, you make sure to continue with your previous work. rolling your thumb over her clit, flicking it, pinching it between your forefinger and thumb — it all got natasha tightening around you.

throwing her head back on your shoulder, your tired wife lets out weak whimpers, pleads to let her cum and something feeling different this time. oh you knew exactly what was feeling different. you always knew.

with a perverted thought and your own stomach feeling hotter now, you slip a third finger inside. pinching her swollen clit, placing kisses to her flushed cheek as she drools and lets out open mouthed loud moans, you could feel her clench down on your fingers tightly.

just a few more pinches and fingers plunging deep into her sensitive cunt and natasha was squirting as her legs shake and hips tremble.

what a nice way to destress.

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sytoran · 1 year

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𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍!

you're a little too obsessed with natasha's boobs.

──── 🐻‍❄ pairing. dom!perv!reader x sub!innocent!nat

──── 🐻‍❄ cont. smut (18+), gn!reader, smut, college!au, corruption, loss of innocence, pretty girl kink (is that a thing?), natasha is babyy, i love tiddies, slight elements of non-con.

──── 🐻‍❄ note. my self-indulgent little fic of innocent!nat and slightly non-con corruption. excuse my behaviour on the internet.

masterlist / AO3

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

being natasha romanoff’s roommate had its perks, surely.

prettiest girl on campus, with the sweetest laugh you had ever heard, too smart for her own good — and far too innocent to let slip past your predatory mannerisms.

no, of course, you never did show it. keeping natasha under the guise of ignorance was just far too entertaining.

whenever you would emerge from the shower wearing less, with hot steam and wet hair, you took pride in the way natasha would frantically look away. chewing into her bottom lip, suddenly all jumpy and flustered. burying her nose into a book, and you would ask her a casual question, and the redhead would stutter over her words like she hadn’t aced every english oral examination.

whenever you got a little too touchy with her, pressing a hand up against the small of her back in crowded areas, leaning down to rasp something in her ear — natasha’s ears would burn up, and her knees would nearly buckle. then you, oh so easily slipping an arm around her waist, strolling around campus without giving a damn about what anyone else whispered.

whenever you glared at the guys who showed a cent of interest in her, crossing your arms and eyes narrowing, until it was blaringly obvious and the unfortunate soul could do nothing but walk away awkwardly. then for the next week, you would forcefully be a little closer around her, your hands dancing lower on her back each time.

all these ‘innocent’ actions, natasha pushed away any alternative solution because it was really just friendly gestures — you were looking out for her, that was all.

like when your hands would so often graze over her chest, gentle but enough to raise suspicion.

natasha saw the way your eyes darkened whenever she chose to wear little white dresses or anything of the sort.

or like that time natasha complained that she was so sore, aching all over, and it was almost immediately that your hands found her back, lifting up her shirt to massage her back.

despite the insistence of incredulous ‘what are you doing’s, natasha couldn’t hold back the little breathy whines when your hands skated over her bare back, focusing on places you really shouldn’t.

natasha tried to brush it off as ‘simple friendly gestures’, but were you really looking out for her, when things went a little bit too far?

“are- are you okay?” natasha asked softly, approaching you cautiously. she sat down beside you on your bed, face scrunched into an expression of worry.

oh, you had been mad all day, and natasha couldn’t bear to see you like that.

you were laying on your bed, exhausted, black tank top ridden up to expose a hint of skin. natasha wasn’t staring. she really wasn’t.

“s’fine, pretty girl. let me rest, okay?” you answered, offhandedly, sleepy and even slightly annoyed, but affectionate nonetheless.

your fingers went to trace up and down her arm, raising goosebumps in its wake. you smiled at her hitched breaths. she always so shy.

“no,” natasha said firmly, or at least she tried to. “you’re mad. i don’t you to be mad. i wanna help you feel better.”

she didn’t miss the way your face faltered for a moment, cool demeanour slipping away for a fraction of a second. it was in that moment, that frame of time, that she knew she uncovered some side of you she had never seen before.

“...you sure?” you asked, dryly, focusing on her properly now.

natasha was always so perfect, so innocent and so pretty, and you would be lying if you said some sick part of you didn’t crave to taint that innocence. she was just too… delectable.

the redhead nodded eagerly, moving closer to you. your eyes darted down to her now exposed cleavage, so full and ample. you licked your lips, imperceptibly.

“okay. then you lie down first, pretty girl.”

you could see the confusion settle in her eyes, but natasha obediently obeyed, as she laid down, head propped up on a soft pillow. her crimson hair splayed out in all directions.

under your scrutinizing gaze, she nervously toyed with the lace of her white top. and that image of her, all vulnerable for you – it made something stir inside of you.

without restraint, you let your hands wander.

“are you sure you’re supposed to- oh!” natasha gasped, when fingertips rested on the swell of her breasts. you pressed a little, on her nipples, through the fabric. she squirmed.

"good girl," you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss atop her forehead.

"wait, wait-" natasha mumbled breathlessly, body jerking upwards, your hands impatiently slipping under her top to cup her breasts through a lace bra.

you frowned at her disobedience, not bothering to stop. if you didn't have her now, you think you might explode.

"you said you wanted me to feel better, right, pretty girl? so be good and let me touch you, okay?" you asked, massaging her tits now.

natasha bit her bottom lip, nodding shakily. she wanted to say no, wanted to stop, but she couldn't, not when you were making her feel things she had never felt before.

and she had this odd craving to be good for you. so good, to listen to your every word.

in tandem with that sentiment, your hands moved faster. massaging and kneading her breasts, fingers digging into soft flesh.

you were using her tits like some sort of stress ball, just hard and fast. natasha tried to twist away from your unyielding gaze.

"don't you hide that cute face from me. i wanna see all of you."

the moan natasha let out surprised the both of you.

god, she was so perfect. so wet, so easy, so malleable.

"let me suck on your tits, pretty girl," you breathed, thumb encircling her rubied nipple.

"i- i don't know…" natasha responded hesitantly, trying to push your head back. but her body was betraying her, keening for your sinful touch once again.

you ignored her, instead catching her wrists with one hand and swiftly pinning it above her.

"all mine," you growled to yourself mostly, mouth moving to wrap your lips around her cute stiff nipple.

natasha cried.

your tongue was swirling around her hardened nip, mouth wrapping her whole tit in your mouth. sucking, then licking, then biting, and natasha could’ve sworn she saw stars.

"what pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?" you asked lowly, hot breath making the tip of her breasts just a little harder.

her flushed, embarrassed face was all too tell-tale.

“feels- feels weird down there,” natasha tried, her hips already keening for your thigh. you exhaled sharply.

“well, i can’t do anything about that.” you said with faux sympathy. it was too soon.

“no, i know!” natasha insisted, bottom lip quivering, clutching onto your forearm tighter. “that- that time, during the football match, when you went under the bleachers with the cheerleader- and, and at the back of the biology lecture, i know you did- with the blonde girl, y- you did-”

“what did i do, mhm?” you pressed forward now, a predatory grin making its way onto your face. your hands travelled over her soft skin, spreading open her thighs, slow and easy. “you tell me first, pretty girl.”

natasha shifted, trying to look away, but you used two fingers to tilt her chin back to you, forcing her to maintain eye contact. she whimpered. “tell me, pretty girl, or i won’t do anything at all.”

“i- i can’t say,” natasha whispered shakily, jerking when your hand slipped past the waistband of her shorts, fingertips dancing agains the hot skin above her core.

“was it something like that?” you asked, lowly now, fingers tracing the outline of her lace panties. you grunted at the wet spot growing there, pressing a little harder.

natasha nodded frantically, unintentionally grinding against your palm, pretty little whines like music to your ears. she was all hot and flustered, so messy and so innocent. your eyes glazed over again.

there was this sick little voice, in the back of your head, telling you to find the biggest strap-on you had, and absolutely demolish the spent, quivering mess that was natasha. you fought your hardest to quell those sinful desires.

slow. patient.

you pushed your fingers up, forcing her panties to touch her sodden folds. natasha mewled, cried, because it felt so wrong, but she had never felt better.

“m-more, please,” she whispered between breathy gasps, bucking her hips up.

"what pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?" you said with a lazy smirk, stroking the side of her pretty face.

your other hand was still buried in her little shorts, knuckles pressing against her throbbing from the outside of her panties.

natasha’s floating consciousness was somewhere in the galaxy. but with you by her side, she had never felt more grounded rocking against your palm. your hand on her hip, muttering ‘pretty girl’ into her ear.

the redhead’s mind was in a daze as you sped up, knuckles going up and down her folds, unable to focus. up and down, then up and down again, but harder and faster, and she was so close to doing something-

but then you stopped your movements.

natasha’s eyes flew open.

“what- no, no- why’d you stop? i was going to-”

“naughty girl, you can’t.” you said easily, slipping your fingers out of her shorts, coated in her wetness. "you’re too good, too pretty. you don’t even know what you want, hm? can’t even say it.”

you stilled her still moving hips, denying her of any pleasure.

natasha fell into silence, cheeks reddening once again. she might not have known much, but she did know that she had been awfully close to some type of release, the knot in her stomach and the throbbing in her clit being a surefire sign of that.

but then tears were threatening to spill from the sides of her eyes, because you never treated her like you did to the other girls.

whenever you came to the room in the wee hours of the night with odd purple marks on your neck and hand stiffer than usual, natasha knew it wasn’t a “late night run.”

“but you touch the other girls,” natasha tried to insist again, pressing her tits up against your arm. “and you make them make sounds, the good kind.” her tears fell, unabashedly, and you stilled. “why- am i not as good as them?”

at her revelation of insecurity, you sighed, propping yourself up to place a soft kiss on her neck.

“hey, pretty baby,” you murmured, lifting a hand to wipe the tears off her cheeks. “you’re perfect, okay? wanna keep you like that. next time i can show you, but you’re not allowed to do anything yourself. only me, okay?”

the redhead nodded eagerly, wiping away her tears, clinging on to the false promise that you would let her experience that high in due time.

but the lie had fallen far too easily from your sinful lips, because you never did intend to let her cum.

she was just too innocent.

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vmp3ater · 26 days

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natasha is so fineee i lowkey wanna make another member of The Moles w her 😩😩

subbot natasha x domtop gn reader

real….

imagine fucking natasha on an empty hospital bed. she’s trying her damndest to stifle herself but you just fuck her so good, hitting all the right spots deep inside her and grabbing her waist so hard it could heave red hand marks

does she even know she’s grinding her hips back into you? she’s still trying to keep quiet but she’s failing so miserably, hands clawing at the sheets and drooling all over the pillows and making a mess of them while you still fuck into her. hopefully no one sees you both…

#vmp thirsts.#natasha thirsts.#honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #sub honkai star rail #hsr smut #hsr x reader #sub hsr #natasha #natasha smut #natasha x reader #sub natasha #bottom natasha #dom reader #top reader #gn reader

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yaekiss · 10 months

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꩜ Room Content: [REPOST!] GN! Dom! Reader x Subby! Natasha, no gendered terms for reader, you guys take a bath together and you pamper her a lil, praising Natasha, nothing super raunchy, lmk if I missed anything !

Soothing Natasha after she's had a long and tiring week of taking care of other people. It's only fair if she gets her turn!

The two of you take a warm bath together and she's seated in the space between your legs, relaxing in the comforting water, her posture at ease. The week has been tough on her seeing the nights she’s been staying up longer than usual, the long days spent in her clinic treating multiple patients, lethargy clinging to her as the week crawls on.

She gives you a grateful sigh when you start massaging her shoulders, releasing the aching tension from her muscles. But you can think of more than one way of pampering her for tonight.

A tender kiss pressed to her nape. “You’re always so patient.”

A hand traces down the sides of her chest and cups her tits gently. “Terribly thoughtful towards others.”

A playful tug on her nipples. “A sight for sore eyes too.”

You hear her suck in a sharp inhale when you go to lick at the shell of her ear. “I think you deserve to be taken care of for a change. Don’t you think so dearest?”

The pleading look she gives you in return is all the answer you need.

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vrncaes · 9 months

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tell me i’m not the only one who wants to pin natasha down on one of her patients’ bed and manhandle her there.

#vrncaes #kein’s drabbles.#kein’s thirsts.#dom reader #sub hsr #natasha hsr #sub natasha #natasha x reader #natasha smut

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vrachis · 8 months

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natasha in a mating press >>>

#vrachis #kein’s drabbles.#kein’s thirsts.#dom! reader #sub hsr #honkai smut #natasha hsr #sub natasha #natasha smut

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alexyskinnerstories · 1 year

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They Belongs To Me | Sub Wanda X Dom Reader x Sub Nat

*Y/n Pov*

Stark was throwing another party for no reason he probably was bored and came to the idea to have a party anyway Natasha took Wanda into her bedroom to get ready for the party, I found it wired because we usually get ready together but she has been acting differently since our latest mission that was two weeks ago but whatever she tends shuts her emotions off instead of talking to me about them I anger me sometimes but I don’t want to make her more upset anyway I’m gonna get ready for the party now I walked to my bedroom and walked in my closet I choose ( the picture above) I walked out and to my bathroom and showered after I was finished with my hygiene stuff I walked back to my bedroom and sat on my bed and started to put lotion on I put on some cologne I put my hair in a slick high ponytail and did my makeup nothing to serious just my eyebrows and lips and a little highlight I check myself in the mirror and then head out and headed to the party I went to the bar and ordered a martina the bartender made my drink and gave it to me I thanked them and headed to where the team was gathering and sat down to Steve who is talking to Thor I spoke with Bruce and Tony about updates for my suit and other things I open my mouth to mention something about my suit when my little witch plotted herself in my lap. “Hello, my little, witch how are you?”I greeted her and gave her a peck on her lips she pouts and cutely glared at me I chuckled and gave her the proper kiss she wanted after we pulled away she giggled and nuzzled her head into my neck and relaxed I started back my conversation Tony about the upgrades for my mission suit and other things after a bit I got a place, Wanda, on her feet and pulled her to the dance floor we start dancing for quite a while when we got tried went and sat down she sat beside me we drink some of our drink a little growl came from stomach I use my conjure granny smith apple she turns from her conversation she was having with Clint.

She lends to kiss me on the lips as a thanks but stop and gasp I turned to see Natasha grinding on some guy I am piss how dare she act like some random slut I got up and walked over to them and pulled her away from him and this punk and the audacity pull me back I quickly turned around did one of my fight moves on him I looked down at him and said don’t you ever lay your filthy hands on me or what belongs to me or I will end your life before you couldn’t even relies what has happened I say baring my fangs to make my point get imprinted in to his puny skull

I turn back to Natasha and pointed upstairs and motion Wanda to come with me we walked upstairs to our room when we got into my bedroom I see Natasha on the bed with her collar in leash in a submissive position I walk over to her and grab her by her neck

Me: Your are in for a rude awakening you little slut.

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel x black!reader #black widow imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #gxg imagine #vampire!reader #powerful!reader #dom!reader #dom reader #sub Natasha #sub black widow #dom/sub #wanda maximoff imagine #avengers imagine #black reader #x reader #sub Wanda #sub nat

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hydroj1ns · 8 months

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im so sick i want natasha to "nurse" me back to health

nsfw under the cut

when it comes nightfall in belobog and all nat can feel is the incessant throbbing in her skin-tight leggings. she checks her calendar, and the week is marked as "ovulation cycle."

there's no way she can work like this. she decides to wrap up her work and head home, but not before checking up on her only patient for the day: you.

after she takes your temperature from the bedside, she can't see to take her eyes off your clothed crotch. sure, she thinks of her professionality as a doctor, but all that is thrown out the window when you shift and groan in your sleep.

she takes everything off, cursing her overly complicated doctor's attire. taking off her final article of clothing, her panties (a string of her own slick connecting them to her lips), and climbs on top of you, freeing your limp cock from your undergarments.

she was enamored by your glans, eyes dilating and face inching closer to breathe in the musky, unshowered scent of you. rubbing it to full-mast, she hovered her cunt over you, then slammed down to the hilt, causing a loud moan to escape her throat. natasha only felt relief, and after adjusting to the weighty shaft inside of her, she began moving.

shifting her pudgy hips on yours, she rocked back and forth as her hands teased her hardened, pink nipples. she couldn't believe the sick-warmth of your cock inside her. she loved the throbbing of it.

as she came closer to release, the pounding in her head told her that she needed your cum. she needed your sperm to fertilize her eggs. she needed to be bred, needed to carry your children. bouncing up and down carnally, natasha tilted her head back, letting out a final groan that reverberated in the empty hospital room. she could feel the head of your cock penetrate her womb and shoot ropes of your seed inside. the combination of both your cum formed a ring around the base of your cock just past where her cunt still enveloped you.

maybe she should stop your prescription. and keep you here for the rest of the week. she couldn't wait until next month, when her stomach would be so obviously round with your child.

#star rail x reader #sub natasha #natasha x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail smut #hydroj1ns thirsts

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 6 months

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Kinktober (25)- Bondage

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: Tied up against the cross, Natasha can't do anything but let you play with her body, knowing you were going to do everything in your power to drive her mad.

Warnings/Tags: Dom Reader/Sub Natasha, X-Cross/ St Andrew's Cross, Restraints, Fingering, Oral, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Safe words, Aftercare

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“Oh love,” you sigh out lowly, stepping back from your girlfriend as her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, anticipation buzzing through her body. Your eyes slowly raked over her body, her arms and legs chained to the X-cross that her back was to, spread out for you to ravish for as long as you wanted. “You look so pretty spread out for me,” you murmur, moving back towards her and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, her trying to chase after you when you pull back. “Colour?”

“Green,” Natasha replies, her eyes staring into your gradually darkening ones as you smirk at her before leaning forwards for another kiss. Hunger and desire take over this one, your tongue sliding into her mouth and dominating it as she moans into your mouth, hands clenching into fists as she can’t fight the restraints. “Please Dorogaya,” she whimpers out when you pull back from the kiss, your mouth attaching to her neck to litter it in marks, claiming her as yours.

“Please what, love?” you murmur, your hands roaming her bare skin, enjoying the way it reacts to your touch.

“Please just touch me already,” she sighs out when your mouth descends to her chest, tongue expertly swirling around her perk nipple while your fingers pinch and tug on the other, a whimper leaving her when your teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh.

“Hush love,” you mutter before taking her other breast into your mouth, peering up at her and smirking around her nipple as you see the pleading look in her green eyes. “I want to play with you first,” your fingers draw random patterns on her inner thighs, her body trying to move closer to your touch but failing, a frustrated groan leaving her lips.

Unhurriedly, you explore every inch of her body, kissing every part of skin you can so she is mad with your touch, craving you to touch her where she needs you to. You drop to your knees, mouth still placing opened mouthed kisses across her lower abdomen, placing an appreciative kiss on each muscle of her toned stomach. Pleas fall from her lips like a chant, the sound of her, Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, needy for you clouding your thoughts with lust and desire.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting,” you mutter at her thighs, a groan reverberating around the room as you're so close but so far from where she wants, no, needs you. “I bet you’d look even prettier with my fingers inside you though.”

“Please,” she practically whines, arms struggling against the cross, “I need you to fuck me, please make me come,” her words are cut off with a guttural moan when you thrust a finger into her effortlessly, her arousal dripping onto your hand as you pump the long slender digit inside her.

“What was that love? You want to come?” Natasha throbs around you at the tone of your voice, the way you're looking at her like she’s a goddess, “Well then, let’s see how many times you can come for me.” Your mouth finally takes her clit into it, sucking on it while your fingers curl perfectly inside her, pleasure fogging her brain as it becomes hard to form sentences. Your tongue moves to lick at her clit now, occasionally sucking on it to have her pathetically try and buck against your face.

“Right there,” she groans out sinfully, the encouraging noises spilling from lips making you eat her out like you're starved. “Please,” submission drips from her voice as you continue to curl your finger in her, adding another causing a moan to be ripped from the back of her throat. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” her body tenses against the cross, her cum gushing around your fingers while her legs tremble next to your head as she loses herself in the pleasure.

Moans pour out of her mouth when you don’t stop, simply smirking into her core and speeding up the pace you were mercilessly thrusting your fingers into her, tongue flattening against her clit and letting her rut against it. Her head lolls back against the structure, showing off her marked neck and defined jawline as you glance up, moaning into her core at the sight of her beauty.

Natasha’s mouth parts into an ‘o’ shape as her second orgasm crashes through her body, your name falling off her lips like a prayer while her pussy spasms and clenches hard around your fingers. You pull away from her clit, giving her a brief moment so you don’t overstimulate her and watch as your fingers slowly pump into her with long, deep strokes.

“Fuck,” you mutter, eyes fixated on the sight of her greedy cunt swallowing your fingers, “You take my fingers so well.” Another lewd noise escapes her at your words, you peppering kisses across her thighs again while she whimpers your name again. “Colour?” you ask again, knowing this was an intense scene and not wanting to push her too far.

“Green,” she pants out with no hesitation, you bite down on her inner thigh playfully before moving your fingers that were covered in her arousal to draw circles against her clit, your tongue sliding into her. “Yes, that’s it baby, just like that,” she sighs out seductively while you swirl your tongue inside her, feeling her clench around you and groaning at the sensation. “Shit, I’m coming again,” she screams your name as another orgasm tears through her body, liquid gushing out of her as she squirts over your face, panting heavily as she bucks against you trying to ride out her aftershocks.

“Red,” she says when you experimentally give her another soft lick, body becoming overly sensitive to your touch. You stop your movements, pressing a soft kiss to her thighs before standing back on your feet, cupping her jaw softly and pecking her lips. Her mouth claims yours again, not wanting to end the kiss yet while your hands release hers from their restraints against the cross.

“You were perfect for me love,” you praise quietly when you part for breath, her arms wrapping around your neck and holding onto you for support, legs not stable. You let her hold onto your head when you bend down to release her legs from their bounds, then return upright and snaking your arms around her middle. “Do you want a bath or a shower?” you murmur, starting her aftercare as she buries her face at the crook of your neck.

“Bath,” she whispers, breath tickling your skin as you scoop her up into your arms and guide her out of the room to the bathroom. You gently place her to sit on the toilet seat, apologising when her skin makes contact with the cold material before running the bath just how she likes it. Soon enough, the two of you are in the bath, her leaning back into your embrace as you just let her enjoy the water relaxing her body. “Thank you for taking care of me,” she softly says, looking over her shoulder slightly at you.

“You don’t need to thank me love,” you lean forwards till your forehead rests against hers, “I’ll always take care of you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Dorogaya.”

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lovehealsandlovehurts · 1 year

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“whenever i see blonde scarjo i think subby nat” same but when I think about why too hard it makes me sad because Natasha’s at such a vulnerable and stressful point in her life and needs someone else to take control and reassure her

omg oh 😔 i feel like if i imagine her as mcu nat that makes sense, but i imagine blonde nat as a nat from a different universe, perhaps one that didn’t have to go through the red room, be a spy etc

#anon answered #anon #sub natasha

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sh1-n0bu · 8 months

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oh what i would give to have natasha sit on my face or have her legs wrapped around my head, crushing my skull in 😔😔😔

#nobu.nobu.chat #nobu.brainrots #sub hsr #sub honkai star rail #sub natasha

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sytoran · 1 year

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𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐩𝐭.𝟐 ⌇ natasha romanoff

summary: you need some stress-relief, and the continuance of natasha's willingness is there to solve it all.

☰ PAIRING: sub!secretary!natasha x dom!ceo!reader

☰ REQUEST: hellooo can i req a secretary/assistant natasha x boss/ceo reader with any exhibitionism? maybe r has had a stressful day and is using nat to let off steam n they frgt to lock the office door, a bit similar to ur prev nat ficc. the other details can be up to uu. tyy :D

☰ NOTE: i decided to turn it into a sequel to my previous fic, office hours. it has alot of similarities, and i don’t want my works to feel repetitive. hope that’s fine with yall. enjoy this one!

☰ TAGS: office!au, smut, exhibitionism, dirty talk, stress-relief sex, risky sex, rough fingering, marking, slightly possesive behaviour, horniness, a lot of it

part 1 / masterlist / requests are open

needless to say, that wasn't the last time you and natasha got caught up in similar shenanigans.

on some days, flaming red hair was the last thing you saw before you got forcefully dragged into a cramped storage room by your tie, then pulled into a kiss so passionate it made your head spin.

on other days, you just couldn't help but slip wandering fingers under plaid skirts during office meetings, the room dark enough to hide steady thrusts, but quiet enough to make your secretary squirm.

and on your favorite days, natasha basically pounced onto you before you closed the door to your office, panting and whining and pulling down her panties to reveal a soaked cunt, one that you devoured with heated fervour.

yes, it was a risky game you played, considering natasha was getting bolder and bolder, and you were craving her more and more.

but maybe the breaking point was something you dared to test the boundaries of, on one particular wednesday evening.

"oh, please! fuck," natasha cried, whines spilling from divine lips, as you plunged two fingers up inside her.

it was just another regular tuesday, of work left undone and lust unbound.

you grunted in response, recklessly hiking up her skirt. today had been a shit day, and it was probably wrong to use your secretary as an outlet to relieve stress, but if natasha wasn't complaining, neither would you.

“you’re mine,” you panted, littering kisses all over her collarbone. natasha was sitting on your lap, facing you, desperately grinding on the coarseness of your jeans. “you’re all mine.”

before your secretary could utter another word of easy compliance, footsteps could be heard along the corridor.

natasha’s breath constricted in her throat, freezing in your arms. you stilled your movements for a moment, letting out a slow puff of warm air that raised goosebumps along natasha’s neck.

the voices didnt seem to stop, almost as if they were chattering right outside your office door. dimly illuminated by a streak of light that sneaked in, your subordinates would be able to catch sight of your doings with just a simple push of the door that was minimally ajar.

amidst the tensed silence, your tongue found the delectably bare skin of natasha's neck. slowly trailing it up the narrow column of the back of her neck, her needy gasp hardly stifled.

"w-wait," natasha breathed, core clenching when you left a wet kiss at that soft spot, under her earlobe and above the jaw.

natasha bit her lip fervently to prevent moans from spilling out. feeling wetness pool in her drenched panties, she tried to grind against your thigh.

natasha could still hear the voices from outside very well, only heightening her alert senses, making it all the more arousing when your hands found solace up her skirt, roaming over the expanse of milky thighs.

"so needy, hmm? can't even wait for a second," you rasped softly into her ear, nipping at her earlobe.

your secretary squirmed under touches so soft yet so inviting. god, she was dripping down her thighs, clit throbbing with need. it was so hot, you teasing her to no end even though there were people just right outside.

you could still hear the voices outside very well, the conversation becoming more casual, a cacophony of loud laughs.

seizing the opportunity, you slid two fingers into natasha's pretty cunt, her cry of pleasure overrun by the hearty laughter.

you shifted her to face the slightly open door, thighs spread wide to expose her dripping cunt. you smirked at her flushed features, natasha evidently incredibly turned on.

you began rocking your fingers at a steady pace, not the most brutal but enough to make natasha bite into the flesh of her palm to stop from letting out a string of russian curses.

"you'd let me fuck you stupid right here, hmm? when anyone could just walk in?"

thumb brushing against her swollen clit with every thrust, natasha felt the fire building up all too quickly, nodding dumbly.

your fingers felt so good, scissoring all the spots inside her that made natasha go wild, flexible enough to reach spots she didn't even know existed within her.

it took a sheer lot of willpower to stay quiet, eyes wide with alertness as she stared at the ray of light sneaking past the open door, just waiting for someone to catch you two in the act.

but knowing you, you probably wouldn't stop fucking her, let whoever watch you fuck your dumb little secretary stupid, let everyone know she was yours and yours only.

and you'd make her cum, over and over and over again, then forcing her to suck your fingers, and maybe if she was good you'd let her take the strap.

"doll, my pants are ruined. look at you," your low whisper jolted natasha out of her wild fantasies, the redhead now very aware of how soaked she was.

her panties were haphazardly pushed to the side, bare cunt facing the slightly open door, two of your fingers were buried in her, your other hand clamped over her mouth as she panted and drooled.

"gonna cum again? need me to help you to be quiet?" you asked lowly, a low thrum barely noticeable amidst the louder noises outside.

natasha nodded, eyes glassy and unfocused. you bit back a groan at her state of duress, only urging you to make you hers.

maybe it was your frustrations from the job of stark industries' CEO, or maybe it was the voices outside, or maybe it was just your wonderful secretary, but you decided to curl up your fingers harshly right as natasha was about to cum, shattering every last fragment of secrecy there ever was.

the near scream natasha let out, despite your hand shoved up against her pliant mouth, made you bite into her shoulder, leaving a bruise.

she was yours, she was yours, she was-

and then the door swung open, and standing there with his jaw dropped, was tony stark.

well, if you ever lost your job, it would've been for a good cause.

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