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blackkwidowed · 2 months
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Rewatching black widow has led to the conclusion that in the scene in Norway where Nat is watching the movie in her trailer, that woman is entirely just in a shirt and underwear.
norway nat is a favourite of mine, here is another lil taste of my brain. did someone order dirty talk? she's not wearing underwear this time
Nat emerges from the bathroom, quietly pottering down the hall to where you're half-lay on the couch with a book in your hands and a blanket over your lap.
She's wearing your shirt this time, you note. It makes you smile softly at her as she reaches you, taking the book from your hands and setting it aside. You know what she's after, her intentions clear when she straddles your lap and presses her lips feather light against your neck.
"I like when you wear my clothes." You mutter. Your hands find her hips, sliding down her thighs.
She sighs at the touch, humming at your words as she continues trailing her lips across your skin.
"This shirt is mine now, actually."
You grin, raking your nails lightly across her thighs. You hear a soft sigh against your neck, where her lips still linger. It makes you shiver.
"That's a shame," you note. Your hands roam, grabbing a handful of her ass in one and sliding the other over her hip. "I like fucking you when you're wearing my clothes."
Her breath catches, and she sinks her teeth into your collarbone, pulling at the skin with her teeth. She knows it makes you weak.
"But I suppose it'll do."
She groans against you when you grip her hip tighter, running your thumb over the bone and attempting to pull her closer yet.
"I was thinking about you in the shower," she murmurs. "I can't get you out of my head."
"Is that so?" You chuckle, grinning. "What exactly were you thinking of in there?"
Her hips are at your neck again, but firmer this time. Your skin's on fire. You might know very well how to make her weak, but you know it goes both ways. Her lips are hot, mouth wet, hips moving on top of you where she's seated. Fuck. You can't get enough of her.
Nat's moving up your neck, to your ear where she nips gently at it and whispers, "how badly I want your fingers in me."
Fuck.
You tangle your fingers through her hair, pulling her back gently for her to look at you. "They feel so good. I love the way I feel so full when you're inside me like that."
Releasing a low hum of appreciation, you attach your lips to her neck, biting softly until she emits that beautiful, soft whine you're used to when you find the spot that makes her tick. She isn't about to dance around and play games tonight, no, she's telling you what she wants and you'd be downright stupid to deny it from her.
"So is it a coincidence that it's one of my favourite things?" One hand remains in her hair, the other at her hip still, but this time encouraging her movements in your lap. "I just love how wet you get for me."
You litter kisses across her jaw.
"How you grab at my wrist when I've got my fingers in you. It's how I know you never want me to stop."
She moans. Soft. Your favourite sound. You know you're already driving her crazy and you couldn't be happier about it.
Your trail kisses up to her ear, lowering your voice to a whisper. "How hard it is for me to move when you're about to come around my fingers."
Natasha closes her eyes, clenching around nothing. God, she needs them. Desperately. She knows it, and she knows you know it. Both of her hands rest on either side of your neck, holding herself. Your voice, the eye contact, it makes her knees weak.
She rests her forehead against yours, breathing louder than she'd want to when the hand on her hip glides across her inner thigh. It's inching higher, and even though neither of you can count the amount of times you'd done this, the suspense is killing her. It somehow, always feels like the first time.
You kiss her hard. It's laced with want, need, love, passion, everything that makes her heart soar and a fire light in her stomach. She knows she's already embarrassingly wet, she has been since jumping out of the shower. But now, with your voice in her ear and your hands everywhere, Natasha knows she's a mess. She can feel it.
You can too, even without touching her between her legs yet. Your fingers rest at the top of her inner thigh, but you can feel the heat from her still. And as much as you love teasing her, hearing her pleas and begs, you want her. There's an overwhelming urge to just give her everything, so you do.
Your fingers graze her clit and her hips buck in surprise. She's so sensitive it's driving your crazy. She can't keep herself still. As soon as you make contact, she's rotating her hips for pressure from your fingers.
"God, fuck, that feels so good." She whimpers, pressing her lips to yours again. It's hungry, desperate and all-consuming. She needs you, and you know it.
She rests her forehead against your shoulder while you make slow, lazy circles across her clit. God, she's wet. You gather slick with your fingers and she groans when you meet her clit again. She's more and more sensitive by the minute, and the debate in your head of keeping her waiting or just giving her what she wants is a constant battle.
Her lips against your ear again, this time already breathless at the heat between the two of you that's come seemingly from nowhere. An hour ago you were playing a board game quietly, laughing to each other while some movie played in the background that neither of you were paying any attention to. Yet now, she was sat on top of you, cunt leaking and silently begging you to take her.
What makes you break though, is the one thing she knows full well makes you the weakest.
A final, soft bite at your ear lobe, and with her voice low, thick with arousal. "Please, baby."
Your eyes close, thighs clenching. Your other hand finds her hip, pulling her tight against your body. The fingers across her clit stop, but almost no time passes before you slip two of them inside her.
The moan in your ear is everything to you. It's pleasure, fireworks, lustful. Filthy.
Being inside her is like nothing else, especially when she clenches to get you deeper, keeping you inside because as she said herself, it's her favourite thing. You think it's yours too. Except of course, her whimpers directly in your ear, but they go hand in hand usually.
"Yes, yes, just like that."
You pull her to face you again, demanding eye contact while your fingers hit just where she needs them. Her hips move in rhythm, and fuck she doesn't know how it's always so unbelievably perfect feeling you inside her, your fingers curling, or thrusting languidly.
Her pupils are blown, and she smirks when she sees yours. She knows she's making you crazy.
"You're such a wreck, pretty girl, is this what you've been thinking about?"
She nods quickly, a god, yes, falling from her lips in a whine to answer you verbally.
"Touch yourself for me."
She smirks again, freeing a hand from your neck and trailing it down her stomach to her own clit. The moan is exquisite, and you're certain now you've ruined your own underwear. You can feel the wetness pool and your clit throb at the sight in front of you. Your stomach drops.
Natasha looks radiant like this, moving on two of your fingers and rubbing gentle, languid circles across her own clit. Your fingers curl and she throws her head back, neck exposed to you. You take the opportunity to attach to that spot again, suckling softly and grazing your teeth across it. You want to leave a mark, it's her favourite place and you both know it.
It makes her whimpers louder than before. It's all so good, every part of it. She can't get enough, and neither can you.
You fuck into her with your fingers, feeling the soft, spongy area that makes her collapse into you when you crook your digits. She's loud now, you know she's close already. You speed up your movements and she grips hard at the back of your neck with her free hand.
The movements across her clit are faster now, and you're in awe watching her make herself come for you. She can't wait any longer, that's obvious, but it's still as though she's waiting for permission.
"You gonna make yourself come for me, baby, hm? You gonna come around my fingers for me?" Your voice is low, laced with desire. God, she's yearning for it, her fingers moving faster. She's clenching around you, so hard you can barely move, just like you love to feel.
"Fuck, yes," she sobs. "I'm gonna come for you. Fuck-"
You feel it. Her body stiffens, mouth agape in silence, eyes still locked with yours until they roll back and her hips snap.
"Okay, baby, okay." You soothe her softly, the grip on her hip loosening and the fingers between her legs slow, guiding her back to reality. "I've got you."
She breathes heavy against your neck where she's collapsed against you. Her hips have slowed. Her quiet moans through her breathing are still there, though, because despite everything you're still inside her, and she's not about to forget that quickly.
"I came so fucking hard," she breathes, chest heaving. "I-christ."
"Mmhmm." You move your fingers slightly, and her hips jump against your hand. She's beautifully sensitive. "I know you did, sweetheart, I had a front row seat."
She laughs softly, moving finally. She brings her lips to yours, kissing your deep, slow. Her tongue brushes yours and you moan quietly against her lips. "Think you can handle an encore?"
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saltficrecs · 1 year
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biological necessity
biological necessity by The_Eclectic_Bookworm (AO3 - 4,800 words)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Relationship: giles/jenny
Summary: Giles has a problem. Jenny (unfortunately) is the only solution.
Notes: it’s FUCK OR DIE WITH GILES AND JENNY.
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kaisooheaven · 9 years
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Heteroflexible
Title : Heteroflexible Author : hongbin Genre : smut Pairing : kai/kyungsoo Rating : nc-17 Length : chaptered, ongoing Summary :  Kyungsoo is tired of being a virgin, so much so that while on spring break he agrees to take part in an amateur porn film. When he meets his co-star, Jongin, he’s surprised to find out that the man is straight. Basically, kyungsoo and jongin keep contacting each other after they filmed the porn 
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blackkwidowed · 1 month
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good evening can we discuss natasha romanoff riding ur thigh because oh my fuck i can't get the image out of my head
just like,,,your hands on her hips, eyes locked on her movements across your tensed thigh, forehead pressed against yours to make you look away and make eye contact with her instead
and fuck, you can't look away now, because her eyes are dark and she looks absolutely feral as she gets herself off on top of you. you think, maybe, she's silently whining for more help, but you have to watch her finish like this, it's a need
those sounds, too. soft, deep, so incredibly sexy. her jaw is slack, hair sticking to her neck with sweat. the light and quiet groans for you to kiss her
you'll move your hands across her skin, hot and desperate, pulling at her hips, teasing her nipples, grabbing around her throat, pulling her into the most passionate and ardent of kisses
she tastes incredible. out of everything, the simplicity of kissing her like this, filthy and private, is your favourite
telling her how good she's doing too, christ, natasha's a sucker for a bit of praise. she wants so badly to be a good girl for you, she wants to know what you'll do next when she behaves the way you tell her too
and goddammit if you want her to get herself off on your thigh then she absolutely will
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blackkwidowed · 2 years
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oh man i dont know if you already done this, but SHOWERSEX with Nat ;)
18+ content.
(also i apologise for briefly disappearing again. it's bank holiday weekend in the uk and i've been on auntie duty the whole time)
"Well this might be my favourite morning sight."
Natasha has her back turned and doesn't see you come in, and your voice startles her for a brief second before she turns her head towards you, a smirk appearing on her lips complimented by a playful eye-roll.
"Are you gonna join me or are you just going to stand over there and stare at me for twenty minutes?"
You huff a laugh, ridding yourself of everything you're wearing as you make your way over to her.
You slide an arm around her waist and bring your other hand to the side of her neck, pulling her into an ardent kiss immediately. With a quiet whimper against your lips, she pulls you closer to allow you to trap her between yourself and the wall of the shower, slipping a thigh between her legs.
You break the kiss reluctantly, but your mouth finds her nipple instead and her hands fly to your hair, tangling to pull at it a little.
Natasha rolls her neck back, her head resting against the shower wall as your mouth descends down her abdomen with littered kisses. You're on your knees in front of her, and already she's hitched a leg up to rest on your shoulder.
She smirks, rubbing her thumb across your cheek. "Please."
You dart your tongue out to wet your lips, and then pressing them to the inside her thigh. Your fingers dig into pale flesh and you suck the skin of her inner thigh against your teeth, desperate to leave the marks you know she craves.
When your tongue finds her clit, her breath hitches and her grip in your hair tightens, holding you in place. Though, moving is probably the last thing you'd think about doing when you're got your face between her legs.
She's wet, warm, familiar. Your tongue slips over her and she moans lowly in her throat, pulling harder at your hair. You know what she wants, you can read her oh so easily. It's obvious. You catch her eye and refuse to break contact with her. Instead, you move your hand so you can slip a finger, and then two, inside her.
Natasha gasps, her hips meeting you every time you pull your fingers out and push them back into hot, velvety heat and curl. She's getting louder now, the faster your fingers move. The faster your tongue slides over her clit. You feel her clenching around every movement inside her and it makes you lose control, desperate to make her fall apart and watch.
"Don't stop, don't stop, please." Gasping, panting, the grip on your hair, Natasha falls to pieces across your mouth and around your fingers. "Please...fuck. Fuck."
"Good girl." You grin. Another curl of your fingers. Another gasp from Natasha. "My good girl. I want you to give me another."
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blackkwidowed · 2 years
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what about discovering that nat like it rough for the first time like we're usually very patient but one time we just snap and even before we try apologizing nat says something like "you should do that more often" and we're just like 😳😈
18+ content
oof
maybe it's after a fight- the make up sex.
it's more passionate, sure. it's your way of getting out any anger left over but it's also close enough to a reconnecting ritual
you don't want to wait, you just want her on her hands and knees already, and when you slip your fingers past her underwear and feel how much she wants you too, you lose patience
you flip her over, not even bothering to take her panties off and just shoving them to the side instead. the thought of you being so impatient makes her whine under you, which only prompts you to slip two fingers inside her from the back, unable to take any more time not being inside her
you'll end up locating the strap soon enough and she begs for it like you've never seen, eyes pleading and almost tearful as she whimpers for you to hurry up
you lose patience with her brattiness, pushing her into the mattress and filling her with the toy quickly just like she asked, no, begged
she's lay on her stomach on the bed with the rest of her over the side, perfect for you to grab her hips hard and start fucking into her. she's gripping the sheets, trying to keep herself from being too loud (not that you mind, of course). all she can mutter is pleas and begs for you to fuck her harder, or faster
her begging earns her something you've never done before now- spanking. the first one you deliver isn't too harsh, you're still mindful of her and her limits regardless of what they are, but when she lets out a deliciously low groan and plea for you to hit her harder, you switch
"is this how you want it, huh? you want me to fuck you so good you can't walk? tell me what you want, sweetheart. beg for it."
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blackkwidowed · 2 years
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any thoughts on nat and r joining the mile high club?👀
oh, they're joining the club for sure. nat will bring it up p soon in, but i'm gonna show you a different take than just the typical "lets fuck in an airplane bathroom"
they are avengers. with tony stark's money. they're flying first class on one of those mad flights where you get a whole ass bed and a cabin, you've seen em
as soon as it's lights out, nat's straddling you, whimpering your name in your ear and grinding in your lap, begging for your fingers inside her
of course, while the cabins do give you some privacy they're not very soundproof, so there is a lot of keeping her quiet as best you can and whispering filth to her
"you wanna soak my fingers, pretty girl? cmon, be a good girl for me and come all over my hand"
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blackkwidowed · 2 years
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Getting baked with Nat and having a lil make out sesh😵‍💫🦋
18+ smut, mention of drug use
i've just got this image in my head right,,hear me out.
sitting outside around a lit fire, getting ✨baked✨ with nat who eventually climbs into your lap instead of sitting on her own
she'll start with soft, warm kisses up the side of your neck and across your jaw, her fingers playing at the neckline of your sweatshirt. you'll turn to meet her lips, adjusting her in your lap so she's straddling your waist
she'll sink her fingers through your hair, pulling you closer and closer because she's just not close enough, she needs more. your hands rest on her hips, under the already loose-fitting hoodie she's wearing of yours, and she's driving you crazy with the subtle grinding in your lap
heavy breathing. slow, deep, filthy kisses. hot skin under your hands. EVERYTHING is heightened too, everything feels more intense and deep. the desperation in nat's whimpers too, fuck. an experience to remember
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blackkwidowed · 2 years
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kind of like a thing where you’re at the bar with your friends and she goes to get the next round when someone approaches Nat and is a bit too insistent and when you notice you just see red and get in a fight with the guy and then Nat is the only one that can calm you down? idk it’s been STUCK in my head for a while now
sorrryyy i was awol for a bit. had a big birthday to celebrate and saw my friends for the first time in a while but here's a little something! i hope u enjoy :))
i've got this image of like, nat glancing at you and giving you a very subtle grin that is just asking for trouble. she doesn't quite realise just how angry this particular guy makes you. he is persistent to say the least, attempting to run a hand up her arm as she leans over the bar. it's when he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear that you lose it
you'll walk over with only one thing on your mind- getting that guy far, far away from nat- and she can see it on your face
you are pissed off
she'll have a hand on your chest, squeezing between the two of you so you don't do something silly, but still secretly hoping you'll get a hit in
"calm down, detka" and "cmon, it's okay. lets go home"
she knows full well that you'll take her home, and will likely only make it to the front door before losing control, grabbing her and shoving her against the door to fuck her against it
lots of name calling after btw. nat keens at even the idea of you pinning her down and calling her a messy slut, and the flood between her legs when you tell her just how much you love it when she's so fucked out she can barely form a sentence is your favourite thing ever
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saltficrecs · 1 year
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Helpful
Helpful by 34_35 (AO3 - 4,000 words)
Fandom: Extraordinary Attorney Woo
Relationship: Minwoo/Suyeon
Summary: Maybe it was the stress, or his smug face, or maybe she was just really really drunk
Notes: smut. it’s smut. he needs a slap to the face. she provides.
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blackkwidowed · 3 years
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okay but how about reader buying a big strap like maybe it’s even a bit too big because how could anyone ever take this? Impossible. and they don’t even really plan on using it on Natasha it’s just there for a bit of teasing and maybe to get the brat in nat under control but would she ever just let a toy that big sit around??? No, never. So you come home this one day and she’s laying on your bed - naked - and just whines for you to use the big strap on her… you are unsure at first, would she even be able to take it? But she just keeps on whining and eventually you try it out and holy shit it fits so well, Natasha stretches so nice around it and she moans so prettily… the perfect purchase
i'll do you one better
you come home to her actually using it. you're stuck between being angry at her for going at it alone, and stunned at the sight of pussy stretched around the toy like you've never seen before.
i'd say the shock gets the better of you.
the toy's about halfway in and she's whining already, hips bucking and begging for your help, which you can't resist giving.
you'll kneel between her legs and lean over to kiss her and replace her hand with yours, pulling the toy out a bit only to push it in a little further than before.
let me warn you- natasha gets loud when she's filled.
her fingers will dig into your shoulders, hard enough to leave more than obvious marks all over the skin, though you can't complain.
as she adjusts to the sheer size of it, you lose your patience, deciding to strap the toy to your hips instead and force nat on her hands and knees.
hand in her hair, toy deep in her pussy, it's a sight you'll never forget.
also, consider nat eventually getting overstimulated after so much attention to her clit as well as getting her hole stretched, she gets needy and whiny. collapsing on the bed onto her stomach, she reaches around to touch your skin, a plea to keep you close and on top of her, inside her.
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blackkwidowed · 3 years
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Nat being nervous when r asks her to sit on their face for the first time so she just sorta hovers until r grabs her thighs and pulls her down onto their face
oh fuck yes
that shy blush creeping up the back of her neck ends up bright red on her cheeks by the time she's sat above your mouth. she's half tempted to pull away, purely because of her nerves. it's cute more than anything.
obviously, she doesn't quite get chance to. your hands will wrap tight around her thighs, fingers bruising the skin like you know she craves.
she'll be grinding into your mouth in no time at all- not when she realises just how much you love having her pussy on your face. she'll throw her neck back and you'll move one hand- just the one- to one of her tits, desperate to hear the whine she releases every time you touch her nipples.
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blackkwidowed · 3 years
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here's a thought - mechanic!r with nat who just thirsts over you the entire time you're working on stark's endless array of fancy cars
yall really ate that mechanic!r up huh?
we all know tony - as soon as he drives too fast in those useless, fancy ass cars, you'll end up having to do some degree of work to it.
nat ends up going with you, using the excuse that she'll take the chance at peace and quiet to catch up with her reading, but the book remains where she placed it without even a glance.
nat's sat with her eyes on you, and it's really fucking obvious too. her eyes glaze over your arms when they tense, your ass when you bend over to reach for something, your neck when you get too hot after doing so much work, when it's slick and sweaty and all natasha can think about is marking it.
once you notice, you only tease her more. you'll throw her a glance every so often, raising an eyebrow or grinning or winking at her to let her know you're not stupid, that you know the kind of things she thinking.
eventually, nat will have her thighs pressed together tight, a very subtle blush creeping up on her cheeks. she feels hot, uncomfortable, like the only thing that'll satisfy her is for you to just do something about it and do it soon.
you'll lock the garage door and disappear to clean yourself up, reappearing a few minutes later and walking right over to natasha.
she'll stay seated as you reach to touch her, cupping her cheek and rubbing your thumb across her lips before leaning to kiss her hard. her arms wrap around your neck and she stands to kiss you easier, to press herself as close as she can.
she'll be bent over a workbench, whining your name when the knock on the garage door startles you both, leaving nat to scramble to do her jeans up before tony inevitably catches you both screwing on his furniture.
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blackkwidowed · 3 years
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I’m in love with the thought of Nerd!reader x nat like reader will spend hours in Tony’s lab but will also spend hours fucking Nat until she can’t breath
okay but like,,,r who is just the epitome of a real life spencer reid? i'm honestly all over that shit.
and so is nat, big time. she has this thing for watching you very intently while you're working on something, when your attention is solely on the paperwork in front of you. when you eventually look up and catch her staring, she'll blush like crazy and immediately glance away to break the contact.
she doesn't expect that kind of dominant behaviour from you but once she sees that side of you once, it changes everything
nat's biggest fantasy is by far having you bend her over your desk mid-work, having a filthy quickie, and then having you and the rest of the team working on something in there a mere ten minutes later. she'll throw you filthy glances and you'll definitely both have your minds elsewhere
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blackkwidowed · 3 years
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Imagine taking Nat over the counter during the trailer scene when she’s just in an oversized shirt 😩
18+. Nat with a daddy kink !! (big shock). MASSIVE praise kink.
Your hands on her hips are hot, almost too hot. The second she feels your touch, she's leaning further into it, pulling your body closer.
You press your lips to the back of her neck, arms sliding around her waist to keep her pressed tight to your body. She grins, a soft hum falling from her lips at your touch.
"You feeling okay, sweetheart?" You mutter quietly to her.
She nods, craning her neck so you can continue the kisses to warm, smooth skin. She sighs in content. "Yeah. I'm good."
After a rough few weeks, you finally believed her when she told you she was okay. That in itself was a milestone.
She breathes sharply when your teeth brush her pulse, just barely. She laces her fingers through yours and rests her head back against your shoulder.
You hold her there for a little while, listening to her breathing and keeping one another warm. Your fingers splay over her abdomen, lower than she maybe expected, and her breath hitches.
You chuckle softly, resting your lips on her jaw to whisper to her. To be fair, she'd been dropping hints all day to you, but you were holding out on her because Natasha is by far your favourite when she's needy. "You need something?"
Natasha pauses, you can practically hear her thinking out loud. She could beg, and have you take her right there against the counter, or she could play along and have you take her to the bedroom for something a little lengthier.
Or, there is always the possibility of both.
Her fingers squeeze around yours and she tugs your hand south. "Lower. I need you lower."
"Oh?" You smirk. "Drop your hands, baby. Just feel me okay? I'll do all the work."
She nods, a soft, quiet whimper escaping as she lets her arms rest by her side. "Mmkay."
"Good girl," you mumble, gentle and just about audible. It makes her buck her hips, hands grabbing onto the counter to keep herself upright.
Your hands move under her shirt, teasing at the waistline of her panties and moving to graze at the lining around the top of her thighs. She moans, a shove of her hips into your hand, and you grip her a little harder with the free hand on her waist.
"Please stop teasing me."
"Shh, pretty girl." You hush, fingers brushing over her panties. It gives you only a mere taste of how wet she is, and you can't wait any longer. "I'm gonna take care of it, princess. I'm gonna take care of you, I promise."
"Please."
"Gonna make it all better, kay?" You slip one hand into her panties and she shifts, spreading her legs a little wider and creating a gap for you to touch her more accurately. Your fingers brush her clit and she releases a filthy groan, accompanied with a whimper of your name.
You breathe deep, breath hitching when you feel how wet she is when you move your fingers lower.
"Daddy, please."
"Alright, sweetheart, I got you." You whisper, pressing your lips to the shell of her ear. "I've got you."
The moment your fingers slide home, her volume increases, just like it always does when you first slip inside her. She moans, and you revel in the feeling of the vibrations from her throat against your lips as you suck at her neck, marking her like you know she needs.
"Daddy's got you, baby. Moan for me."
Your fingers curl, thumb brushing her clit, and she does exactly as she's told. "Oh, fuck."
"That's it, my pretty girl. Just like that. Good girl."
"Please, daddy. Just-oh, God."
You chuckle. "What is it, baby? Is that good? You like that?"
"I need more, daddy. I need more of you."
You smirk, grabbing her hips and pressing against her so she can feel that you definitely came prepared.
"Mm, yeah that'll definitely do it." She grins through a broken gasp as your fingers circle her clit. "Please, fuck me."
"You got it, babygirl."
Your hand leaves her panties and she groans, whines even.
"Turn around, baby."
She does as she's told, facing you. Her face is flushed red, hair starting to cover her eyes. You smile at her, so softly it makes her heart melt.
Lifting your hand to her jaw, you run your thumb across her bottom lip before sliding wet fingers past her lips, hot mouth engulfing them perfectly.
"My good girl, you look so pretty with my fingers in your mouth."
She smirks and it makes you raise an eyebrow at her, because you know she's had a dirty thought that she can't possibly keep to herself. "I bet I'd look prettier with your cock inside me."
You laugh, shaking your head. Your fingers slip out of her mouth and around the back of her neck, into her hair. You grip hard, pulling her neck back to look up at you.
"Strip. Now."
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blackkwidowed · 3 years
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imagine waking soft!norway!nat up with oral 🥺 how goddamn fucking cute she'd be
oh god, the thoughts i have on this particular scenario, christ.
she'd be so desperate just for the touch, the attention. she loves it. and how gentle you are too, slowly spreading her thighs apart to tease her, until of course you're sick of going so slow, so instead you'll flick your tongue over her quicker. you'll build a rhythm, exactly where she needs it, and when she's coherent enough to really enjoy herself her fingers will lace through your hair and keep you still so she can press herself further into your mouth.
she'll grab at one of your hands resting on her thigh, and the look she gives you is enough to communicate verbally exactly what she needs. you don't waste another second of not being inside her, especially with the way she mutters what she wants so softly into the quiet morning, and with the way she moans, then lets her head fall back in pleasure with a bite to her lip that makes you squeeze your own legs together.
the soft plea of your name that follows is the thing that makes you move quicker though. your fingers will curl and she'll groan - oh so sweetly - when she does come, the first time at least. the second time, it's louder, needier. the third time, it's desperate. your name again too, barely even a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear of course. it's followed by her pulling you away from how wet she is - for now, at least - so she can have you closer.
honourable mention to nat's hair here, too. when it's long, it's your favourite in the morning when it's a little bit messy and casual. bonus when you can brush it from her eyes after you've made her come, just so you can look at her properly as you tangle your fingers through her hair as you kiss her
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