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Oh, well, fuck

#natasharomanoff #blackwidow #finestavenger #scarlettjohansson

“What makes you horny?”

THIS MOTHERFUCKER HERE

#marvel incorrect quotes

Tony: Where is everyone?

Y/N: Steve had a nervous collapse, Clint is taking him to the doctor, Bruce went back to bed, Natasha is yelling at Thor, and I’m in charge.

Tony: … Fuck.

Y/N: I know, right?

I feel weird because there’s so much happening in the MCU rn and the avengers aren’t there anymore. Like what do you mean there’s no more Steve Rogers ? Where’s Natasha ? What’s gonna happen to Clint ? and Bruce ? And Thor who’s gonna be so alone ?

I can’t believe Reed Richards is never gonna meet Tony Stark because he’s dead.

They’re dead and nothing happened.

Like we had two avengers movies before civil war, before they just broke up and everything started falling apart.

Two movies, it’s nothing.

We saw them as friends, as a family, as a team for one movie. A single movie.

It’s not enough. It was nothing. So much potential and they’re just gone.

Don’t get me wrong, I love marvel movies, still do. I love our Captain America, I love Yelena and I think she’s going to be an amazing black widow and ofc I love Riri Williams and I loved her for years but I miss my avengers, I miss how different and fun and sad they were. I miss my team and I wish we had more of them.

I’ll stick to fanfiction and reread comics ofc but it’ll never be the same.

I wish they did more. I wish they were the found family we needed and I’m forever disappointed that they weren’t.

It ended too fast.

I’m watching the Thunderbolts trailer and the tower is empty. There’s no one there anymore as if they were never there before.

It breaks my heart it truly does.

I miss them, they deserved to be a family more than anything ❤️

as sweet as a peach

Paring: Innocent!reader x dads!friend!Nat

Summery: You and the friend of your dad happened to have a pretty close relationship

Warnings: SMUT, clit play, dom!Nat, sub!reader, masturbation, dry humping, oral, praise kink, degradation kink, slut shaming?, pervy!Nat?, Nat fingering a peach, age gap (legal)

Word count: 1.4k

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

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“Those peaches” She reached out for one of the sweet fruits hanging from the old tree “Can I eat them” she smiled at me, a smile she wore like a mask to hide her true evil intentions. “Uhm… sure go ahead” I still couldn’t look her in the eyes, to big was the fear of what the older women might make me feel in the deepest pits of my stomach “Are you still in school sweetheart?”

“Do you want a bite bunny” She wiped over her mouth with the back of her hand as she reaches the other one out for me to take the peach. The forbidden fruit I shouldn’t dare to try but I was dying to do so. I took a bite, the juice dripping from the conners of my pinkish lips “It’s delicious isn’t it” her voice was softer trying to make me feel safe and secured in her presence. I fell for those feelings. I wanted her to make me feel safe and sound “It’s really sweet” I broke the awkward silence as Natasha got behind me, her veiny hands caressing my hips “You are gonna be a good girl for me right” she breathed against my ear making shivers run down my neck right to my core, making me feel a feeling that I had never experienced before. I hummed in response and I could feel my cheeks heating up. Her hands found their way future down, over my skirt right to the end of the fabric making that weird feeling inside me grow and grow. “I think I gotta go now” my voice came l more shaky then I had intended. Before Natasha could say anything I had already freed myself and ran off feeling as if I would melt if she had her hands on me a minute later. Leaving Natasha standing there utterly confused.

Sweat runs down my forehead as my hips keep rutting against the pillow between my legs like I was a bitch in heat. Soft whines and whimpers falling from my lips as I tried my best to make this feeling stop. Why did she have to make me feel that way? My hips got faster as I grew wetter and wetter and I felt my release coming in sight. I was in a trance only realizing how far gone I was when I moaned her name. I didn’t realize what I had done until I could hear the screeching noise of my door opening. I tried my best to cover my nude form with a blanket but it was to late. Natasha already had that smirk on her lips as she quietly closed the door behind her locking it “I’m so sorry- I- I” I tried to stutter something out “It’s okay bunny, you’re a girl with needs” she approached my bed with slow steps like a predator its prey “I can help you with your little need down there. Just say yes and I will make it all go away”

My eyes were still avoiding her tall form trying to hide my ever growing blush. I wanted her, I really did but could I do this with the friend of my father? “I want your help” my voice was still shaking. Natasha kicked off her leather shoes and crawled over to me taking my chin making me look at her. She kissed me passionately still hovering over my smaller form she pushed her tongue inside my mouth dancing with mine remained her dominance over me. Her wet kisses move down my neck searching for my sweet spot. She proceeded to nibble and softly biting at my skin. She strong hand pushed me back down onto my pastel pink sheets making sure I stay put. She sat up next to me unbuttoning her linen bluse revealing a red lacy bra “What do we have here uh?” She said in a teasing voice as she pulled the blanket from my exposed body her eyes landing on the wet patch on the pillow “You poor girl. All sticky and hot down there and nothing helps let me take care of you bunny” I nodded shamefully making her chuckle.

Her hands slipped over my stomach to my vulvar. Her hand finding its way to my erected clit pocking out of its hood. She began to rub over the slippery bundle of nerves making me yelp. Her fingers being a stark contrast to the rough fabric of my pillow who made my clit so sensitive . I could help but let out whimpers and whines buckling my hips only for them to be pressed down by the older woman “Na Na Na those stay down bunny” she said in a teasing voice. The older women had won all control over me, making me be at her mercy “‘M gonna eat that little pussy of yours. Let’s see if you are as sweet as a peach” she groaned as she got between my legs. She licked a bold strip from the end of my cunt right to my overstimulated clit. Swirling her tongue around it before sucking it. Making me scream. She immediately pulled away pressing her hands over my mouth “Be quiet for me bunny we don’t want your dad to find you here right? Whoring yourself out like the little slut you are” Her words weren’t hurtful, they were arousing me even more. I wanted to be her slut, her whore.

I nodded my eyes screwed shut as she kept licking and sucking at me making me see stars. The coil in my stomach grew and grew. Until Natasha bit down on my clit softly making me squirt all over her neck and chest. She chuckled lightly after helping me through my orgasms “Who would’ve thought my sweet bunny is a squirter” My checks redden and I look at Natasha my arousal still dripping from her chin to her chest “I- I didn’t mean to” She cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand “Oh sweetheart, don’t be sorry that was incredibly hot” she lightly caressed my lower stomach “Now lets get you cleaned up”

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it's a NEEED

LEMME RIDE THAT NOSE VI PLEASEEEEE

Enamored

Pairing(s): Knight!Natasha Romanoff x Princess!Reader

Summary: Your not so perfect attempts at having your first time with Natasha.

Warnings: Spicy and suggestive themes (not fully smut i’m so so sorry i just sucked at writing it)

Authors Note: This is another mini-oneshot to my fic “Soulmates”. I’d recommend reading that one before this for context to be able to grasp the storyline!

Authors Note Pt. 2: This took me entirely too long to write I know but I hope ya’ll like it 😭

Other mini-oneshots: Forever | Promise | Perfect

(Takes place after Natasha returns from her commission in the main story: Soulmates)

You were sat against the headboard of Natasha’s bed, reading the book you’d started earlier in the day when the knight finally emerged from the bathroom.

The top of her lounge shirt was damp from her wet, red hair despite her attempts to dry it with a towel. You shut your book after marking your place and set it on the nightstand, now more interested in your girlfriend.

“Did the shower help at all? Are you still feeling sore?” you asked.

“A little,” she tossed the towel in the laundry basket with a sigh, “I should’ve expected that, though. There was hardly any time to rest during the day and the beds on the ship are nowhere near as comfortable as yours.”

“Oh, Nat,” you cooed as she sat down at the foot of the bed.

Tonight was Natasha’s first night back from her overseas commission. After being gone for three weeks she’d finally returned a few hours ago and you couldn’t be more relieved to have her back with you.

You maneuvered yourself so you could sit behind her. Your hands made their way up her shoulders, quickly finding knots in the muscle so you began to massage them away.

She sighed again and you felt her relax back into your touch, “Is this helping?”

Natasha quickly nodded her head, “A lot. Thank you.” she said, so you continued your ministrations.

“So aside from the sore muscles, how did it go? Do you know if you’ve completed your training?”

“I don’t know yet, but Fury seemed pretty pleased with how everything turned out so I think I did.” the redhead said.

You shifted so you could look over the knights shoulder at her side profile. “That’s amazing, Nat, I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, princess.” she reached a hand up to place it over yours and gave it a gentle squeeze, “But I won’t know for sure until tomorrow.”

“Well no matter what happens I’ll be proud of you either way,” you said.

Natasha turned her head to meet your gaze, but her eyes quickly flickered down to your lips instead. She’d gone torturously long without being able to feel them on hers.

The redhead closed the short distance between the two of you for a soft kiss. You paused your movements on her shoulders so a hand could cup the side of her face, your thumb stroking over her cheek.

After a moment you pulled away, but the young knight didn’t let you go very far when her arms snaked around your torso and her forehead rested against yours.

“I missed you so much,” she whispered, her breath fanning over your mouth.

You tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as you looked between each of her green eyes. It wasn’t often that Natasha wore her hair down.

It was always pulled back into some form of a braid for her work, so you appreciated whenever you got to see the red strands fall freely.

“I missed you too.” you softly spoke, “I mean, if you couldn’t already tell with the way I barely gave you time to get off the ship before I jumped on you.” you both laughed.

Slowly, you leaned back in and connected your lips again. This one felt different compared to the kiss you’d just shared. It felt more passionate, as if the weeks spent away from each other were now catching up to you.

Natasha shifted her body to face towards you more, finding it easier as she no longer had to crane her neck. One of her hands left your waist and found purchase on the skin of your thigh left uncovered by your nightgown.

Much to your dissatisfaction she broke away from your lips, but you didn’t have to sulk for long when she began trailing kisses down your neck. You let out a shaky breath and allowed your eyes to shut, but you felt her stop once she reached your bare shoulder.

When you opened your eyes, you found her already looking at you.

“Is this okay?” Natasha asked. “I know we haven’t…you know…before.” she cringed at her awkwardness, “But we don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her in awe. At the way she never failed to look out for you and make sure you were comfortable.

“It’s okay, Nat. I want to.”

The redhead grinned at your consent and continued where she left off.

She slid the strap of your nightgown off your shoulder to make room as she gently nipped and kissed at the skin. The hem of it rode up on your thigh as her hand slowly inched higher and higher.

Your hand tangled into Natasha’s hair as your eyes fell shut again, a blissful sigh escaping you at the feeling of her. You felt her kiss a path back up to your lips, capturing them with her own as she began leaning over you. You took this as your sign to let her push you onto your back.

Just as her unoccupied hand fell to your back to guide you down onto the bed, there was a knock at the door. You’d barely gotten time to react before it swung open.

“Natasha, make sure you remember—” the voice began to speak yet quickly stopped after seeing the scene in front of them.

You jumped away from each other, creating as much space between the two of you as possible but it didn’t matter at that point. Melina stood in the doorway with her jaw dropped to the floor and eyes wide.

“Mom! What are you doing!? You do know it’s common curtesy to knock!?” Natasha rushed out, running a hand through her hair.

“I did knock, honey. Though, I didn’t wait for an answer. I see now that I probably should’ve…” she trailed off, glancing between the both of you.

You felt exposed under her gaze as you fixed the strap of your nightgown on your shoulder and pulled the hem down to cover your legs.

“Well did you need something?”

Melina now focused on her daughter, “I was just coming to remind you of the debriefing with Fury to go over everything tomorrow.”

“Yes, mom, I already know. I spoke with him about it.” Natasha said.

“Okay, I was just checking.” the woman explained as she began to make her way out of the room. “Don’t stay up too late, girls. And Y/n, please remember to cover up. Wouldn’t want anyone seeing those marks now would we?” she smirked before shutting the door.

Your hand instinctively came up to clutch your shoulder only to see that Melina was right.

A moment of silence passed when Natasha flopped backwards onto the bed with a groan.

You laughed at your girlfriend.

“I don’t suppose you still feel like doing this?” she asked.

You just shook your head and gave her a soft smile, “I think we should just stick to cuddling for tonight. I don’t particularly like the fact that your mother basically just watched you almost undress me.”

She chuckled, “Sorry, princess,”

“It’s fine. I liked it.” you admitted.

The redhead opened her arms invitingly with a smirk, “Good to know.”

You happily crawled into her arms and made yourself comfortable on top of her.

~ ~ ~

It’d been a week later when you guys tried again.

Your parents were hosting a ball at the castle as a charity event and despite your disinterest in functions like these, you obviously had no choice but to attend being the Princess.

What made it worse was Natasha telling you she wouldn’t be able to make it as her father had asked for her help with something.

Without her company it was difficult to avoid the elders that would question your future plans for when you become Queen, and the entitled kids of nobles who’d make terrible attempts at flirting although your relationship with the redheaded knight was well-known.

So that’s how you found yourself at the drink table for a much needed break from all the conversing. Though it was quickly cut short when Lady Hill had come to your side.

She came from a noble family whom your parents liked and always appreciated the help they provided whenever it came to the Kingdom. Through your families relations, you’d become friends with their daughter, Maria.

The brunette had always been a bit flirtatious towards you, though, that’s just how she was. Natasha on the other hand wasn’t very fond of that.

“Not enjoying the party, Your Highness?” she asked, reaching for a glass and taking a sip.

After taking a long gulp of your own drink you shrugged your shoulders, “It’s alright. I wish people would just start questioning my parents instead of me, but what can I do.”

“You could dance with me.” Maria smiled, “If people see that you’re occupied then they’ll have no choice but to leave you alone.”

Quickly, you shook your head and gave her an apologetic look, “Oh, that’s okay. I really should be getting back out there, but thank you for wanting to help.”

“Are you sure?” The brunette asked before smirking, “You know I’d make sure to give you a fun time.”

Before you got the chance to respond, hands covered your eyes and you felt a body against your back. You were about to push them away and scold the person until you heard them speak.

“Guess who,”

You would recognize that voice anywhere. Their hands fell from your eyes as you turned around to see your redhead smiling at you.

“Nat!” you grinned and wrapped your arms around her shoulders for a hug the best you could without spilling your drink on her.

“Hey, princess,” she said.

As her arms wrapped around you she made eye contact with the woman still standing there over your shoulder and sent her a glare, though Maria simply brushed it off.

“Lady Hill,” Natasha greeted her with a nod when you pulled away.

She returned the gesture, “Nice to see you again, Natasha. I was just asking the Princess if—”

“I heard you.” the redhead interrupted. “And I thought I heard her say that she was okay, so do you need anything else? I need to borrow her for a moment.”

Maria chuckled and shook her head, “Not at all. She’s all yours.” she smiled politely at the knight and watched as Natasha took your hand to lead you away, “I’ll see you around, Your Highness.”

You bade her goodbye before following your girlfriend. She’d dragged you through the crowd and towards a back exit of the ballroom. It was isolated and hardly anyone was back there.

When Natasha turned to you she was met with your face sporting a big grin. The redhead raised her eyebrows at your expression.

“What?”

“You know, I think this little war you have going on with her is all one sided.” you teased and the knight just rolled her eyes. “Maria is a good person and she respects us both enough to not actually try anything.”

“Well,” Natasha wrapped her arms around you to pull you towards her, “I guess I just wanted to give her an extra hint, and I’m happy to say she got the message.” You giggled and Natasha leaned in to give you a soft kiss.

It was short, but it still awakened the butterflies in your stomach. You pulled away with a sudden confused look and wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

“What’re you doing here? I thought you had something to do with your father.”

“I did,” she said, “But Yelena agreed to help him instead as long as I brought her food. And I’m glad I did so that I could stop Maria from trying to take what’s mine.”

You raised an eyebrow and a smirk took over your confusion as you leaned closer to her, “Oh, so I’m yours now?”

She closed the distance separating you even more as if it were a challenge, “You’ve always been mine, Princess.” Natasha whispered against your lips before connecting them with hers tenderly.

“Oh really?” you managed to mutter between kisses.

“Mhm.”

“Prove it.”

Your words made the redhead pause. She pulled away just enough to get a good look at your face to determine whether or not she correctly interpreted what you’d said.

The two of you hadn’t taken that step yet. When you tried before the last person who you would want to walk in, had walked in. But when the look in your eyes confirmed her thoughts, she smiled softly.

“Do you think anyone would notice if we left right now?” she asked.

You quickly scanned the room. Your parents were nowhere in sight. The elders who’d been pestering you earlier were immersed in yet another round of gossiping. Everyone seemed to be doing fine in your absence.

“I’d say we have a couple hours until I have to be back to start saying goodbye to all the guests.”

Natasha grinned, “I think we can make that work, yeah?”

“I think you might be right,” you giggled.

Giving her one last quick kiss to her lips, you took her hand into yours and made a B-line towards the stairs.

As you swiftly maneuvered through the crowd you avoided making eye contact with people as to not draw their attention. To anyone watching you in this moment from afar it would look as if you were on a mission they had no business interfering with.

The staircase had come into view and you were almost there, only for a figure to step out in front of you. You’d paused in your tracks so abruptly in order to stop yourself from running into them that Natasha had collided with your back.

“Y/n, darling! There you are, sweetheart. I’ve been looking for you!” your mother said.

You had to hold back a panicked look from taking over your features, and prepared to make up some type of excuse.

That you needed a few moments to get some air away from the party. Or that you suddenly weren’t feeling well and wanted to go up and rest for a bit.

But she hadn’t given you the chance to say anything when she continued talking, “Come with me, please. I have someone over here I’d like for you to meet.”

Words stuttered on the tip of your tongue as your mother was quick to wrap one arm around your shoulders.

“Mother, I—”

“Sorry to steal her from you, Natasha. She’ll come find you in a little bit.” she apologized to the redhead and your hand slipped out of hers as you were led away by your mother.

“It’s—” Natasha started to say, but at that point you two were too far away to hear her, “…Okay.”

Your head whipped around to look back at your girlfriend who stood there dumbfounded, “I’m sorry,” you mouthed to her.

Natasha just gave a small smile, letting you know that she wasn’t mad at you and watched you disappear from her line of sight.

What did it take to get some alone time in this castle?

~ ~ ~

The next time you tried was a few days later.

Your mother and father had left early in the morning, and would be gone all day due to a full schedule of council meetings.

Technically, you should have been at those meetings too. But you dreaded the idea of sitting through hours of political talk when you weren’t Queen and it wasn’t time for you to worry about those responsibilities yet.

In order for your parents to agree to let you sit this one out, you were to have a study day with Ms. Harkness instead.

She’d tutored you plenty of times when you were younger and not yet of age to begin fulfilling your duties. So it was a fair compromise.

Natasha on the other hand wasn’t exactly thrilled to know that you had the castle to yourself for the day, and yet you were too busy to have some alone time with her.

After a few sparring matches with Yelena in the courtyard that ended in the blonde quitting and dramatically accusing her of cheating, the young knight decided to check on you.

She navigated her way through the castle corridors until she reached the library where you usually study. However, she barely entered the room when Ms. Harkness appeared in front of her.

“It’s not often I see you in here Miss Romanoff,” the woman greeted.

The redhead kindly smiled, “I was actually just looking for Y/n. She is in here, right?”

“She is,” Ms. Harkness confirmed. Natasha attempted to move past her to find you, but the woman stepped in front of her again, “But the Princess is currently occupied and it’s best if her studies remained uninterrupted.”

Natasha huffed. You’d been cramped up in the library practically since the moment you woke up, so she hadn’t had a chance to see you yet.

“Could I just have a minute please?” the knight asked, “It’s kind of an emergency…” she added, hoping it would sway the woman’s decision.

Ms. Harkness eyed the young girl for a moment before humming, “Wait outside.”

Natasha did as told and waited outside the library, making herself comfortable leaning against a wall.

A few minutes must’ve passed when she finally saw you come out. You made eye contact with your girlfriend, and she noticed the almost panicked look on your face.

“Nat? Is everything okay? Ms. Harkness told me it was an emergency,” you said, clearly worried.

“Everything is fine, princess,”

“Then what’s—”

You didn’t get even halfway through your sentence before Natasha’s hand cupped your cheek to pull you in for a kiss.

The suddenness of it shocked you and your hands grasped at her forearms to steady yourself, but you quickly reciprocated nevertheless.

Her lips moved against yours tenderly and for a moment, everything around you was forced to the back of your mind.

She pulled away after a few seconds, but still hovered close, “Hi,” the redhead whispered.

You smiled softly, “Hi,”

Natasha leaned in again and you met her halfway. Her hands slid down to your waist to pull you closer and yours went up to her face as you deepened the kiss.

Your lips molded with hers perfectly, and you had no intention of returning to your studies anytime soon when Natasha was kissing you the way she was.

When air became a necessity, you parted again.

“So just to be clear,” you said as you attempted to catch your breath, “There’s not really an emergency? You’re okay?”

The redhead chuckled and rested her forehead against yours, “I’m okay, princess. Just wanted to see you.”

“That’s sweet,” you smiled faintly before pouting, your hands coming down to smooth out the fabric of her clothes on her shoulders, “But don’t scare me like that again, please.”

Natasha pecked you in apology, muttering a ‘sorry’. She’d planned to let you get back to Ms. Harkness then, but a gasp broke through the intimate moment.

“Oh!” one of the maids exclaimed and both of your heads whipped to look at the woman, “My apologies, Your Highness. I-I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll be on my way now.” she said and hurried away.

You shared a look with Natasha shared, and then your chuckles filled the silence.

“I guess we probably shouldn’t be doing this here,” the redhead commented.

Your teeth nipped at your lip as you thought for a second before fighting off a grin. Natasha’s eyebrows furrowed at the look on your face.

“What are you planning?”

You didn’t answer her.

Instead, you grabbed her hand and led her through the hallways until you reached the stairs. The knight didn’t question your motives, already piecing together what you had in mind.

When you reached your bedroom you shut the door and locked it, keeping that in mind from your past mistake. The moment you turned back to her, Natasha was already bringing you in for a kiss.

She walked you backwards, both of you breaking into giggles when you almost tripped over your own feet. Natasha placed her hands on your hips to steady you, and led you until your lower back bumped the edge of the dresser.

Her lips trailed down your neck in search of that spot she learned you liked. When she heard your breath hitch, she chucked against your skin.

Your hand gently tugged at her hair to pull her away and bring her in to kiss you instead. In a moment of boldness, your fingers trailed down and began fiddling with her clothes. That was when a thought came into the redhead’s mind that made her hesitate.

“Wait,” Natasha murmured and pulled back. Before you could panic she continued, “Isn’t Ms. Harkness expecting you? I don’t think we should do this right now if we have to be quick. I want to take my time with you.”

You smiled at the sincerity in her words. Your arms came up to wrap around her shoulders and pull her back into you.

“No,” you said, and your girlfriend looked at you confused, “I might’ve convinced her to let me off the hook for the rest of the day, so I’m all yours.”

Natasha smirked at the news and bent down to grasp the back of your thighs, lifting you into her arms. You yelped and tightened your hold on her as she walked over to the bed. She gently laid you on your back before crawling over you and smiling down at you.

Leaning in, she softly connected your lips and you smiled into the kiss. You couldn’t help but gaze into those vibrant green eyes of hers the moment you pulled away.

You were completely and utterly enamored by her, and the redhead felt the same as she looked at you.

“I am so in love with you,” Natasha whispered.

She beamed at the toothy grin on your face, “I’m so in love with you,” you said.

At that, she tilted her head down and you met her in the middle, not expecting to pull away for a while now.

~ end ~

Picnic (18+)

pairings: natasha x reader

word count: 900

cw: fingering, slight hair pulling, semi-public sex (?), making out, lmk if there is anymore.

minors dni please

The soft breeze flowed freely through the little summer dress you had on, white, floral, and frilly around the edges. Your hair flew whimsically behind your back. You sat facing the open fields, the sun mixing in with the sky and the few clouds, making the world look at peace, while you nibbled on a few pieces of fruit and sandwiches your girlfriend had picked for the two of you, enjoying your afternoon sitting under a tree. You heard her close her book and shuffle towards you. Smiling, you looked down at your fingers, playing with the fings on your fingers. Natasha’s hands, once occupied with the book she was reading, now made their way to your hips. You felt her tug you against her, your back coming into contact with her chest, you softly giggling at her neediness. The woman couldn’t leave you alone.

You were now situated between her legs, her arms worming their way around your torso, pulling you impossibly closer to her. You felt her nose trailing down your neck, then felt her lips press against your skin. Your hands wrapped around hers, holding her close to you. Tilting your head to the side slightly, you gave her more room to press her oh so soft kisses into you. 

“So beautiful, baby”, she muttered against your ear, littering the area with her lips. Your hands tightened around her arms, her hand worked free from your hold, and her fingers met the underside of your chin, turning your face towards hers. “So beautiful”, she whispered, your faces so close you could see the red tint of her lips of the berries she had eaten. 

You were the first to lose your composure and pressed your lips to hers, slightly turning your body to kiss her properly. Natasha’s hands slid from your front to wander down your sides to settle on your hips. Her touch left a trail of scorches reaching further than where she stopped to sink into your lower belly and rekindle a soft flame within you. 

Her tongue licked into your mouth, holding the side of your face so gently she feared you might crumble away with the faintest amount of pressure. Your hands wove into her hair, holding her close to you. Your fingers worked through the delicate strands of her hair as you faintly whined against her. 

You felt her smirk slightly against you, feeling her hand move to the inside of your thigh. Your hips jutted at the contact, and you heard her airy chuckle from behind you. “Sensitive are we, my love?” she muttered into your ear. “Please..” you whispered, feeling her fingers slide over your clothed cunt. 

“But what if someone sees us?” you knew she smiled against you, teasing you, leaning down to kiss your neck. “Don’t care, need you.” she moved your panties to the side and felt how much you needed her. “Oh baby, so wet for me”, she groaned, circling your clit, taking pride in watching you writhe against her. 

Her deft fingers trailed down the skin of your pussy, gathering your wetness before firmly pressing against your entrance, slowly pushing them into you. “Oh god, Nat!” you breathe, holding the back of her neck, watching her fingers work into you. Natasha continued to press soft kisses against your neck as you whined and moaned against her. 

Her fingers worked into you at an increasing speed, ever so slightly curling them to brush against the sensitive spot she knows all too well. Your head was thrown back, and you pulled her to your mouth, the kiss hot and needy, your tongue slipping across her lips, pressing into your mouth, prompting her to suckle your tongue. 

She brought her thumb to rub slow, agonising circles against your clit, completely contradicting the speed of her fingers, setting your nerves ablaze and your thighs to tremble. Your breathing turned heavy as Nat pulled away and littered your face with soft kisses. 

“So close, Nat, please”, you whimpered, bucking your hips to meet her hands, to which her arm encircled your waist, keeping you flush against her. “You going to cum baby? Huh? Make a mess on my fingers? Fucking do it.” she grunted, turning her head back into your neck, sucking on the weak spot in your neck, thumbing your clit at an increased speed. 

“Fuck! Yes”, you cried out, gripping her hair at the back of her neck, your body liquifying as a hot flush took over you. Your body turns molten, and your nerves shriveling up as Natasha bullies that spot inside you, making you reach the greatest heights. You felt yourself release, your body buzzing with adrenaline, shaking as she continued to work you through the throes of pleasure coursing through you. 

“So beautiful,” she muttered, her hand combing through your hair, lulling you back to her. You slowly turned into her side, breathing her in, the faint smell of tangerine and cut grass invading your senses. Your eyes fluttered shut briefly as she laid a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Nat?” you whispered to her throughout the silent field. “Yeah?” she muttered against your head. “Let’s go home”, you mumble to her. “Of course, baby, let’s go home,” she says to you. You quickly put the food into the bag you brought and folded up the blanket before retreating to the car to head home. 

First post, eek. Please let me know how i did.

Red doesn't scare me

Natasha Romanoff/Reader

Summary — You’ve been feeling miserable all day—cramps, fatigue, and the overwhelming discomfort of your period making you want nothing more than to curl up and disappear. You assume Natasha, ever the attentive lover, will simply cuddle you and help ease your pain. But when she notices the way your body reacts to her touch, she makes it clear that she’s not about to let a little blood stop her from giving you exactly what you need.

Warning(s) — Mentions of blood, smut, swearing, fingering, cunnilingus, sex during period, nipple play, strap on, have i already mentioned sex during period?

Notes — I hope you guys can please forgive some of my spelling mistakes, cuz english is not my first language. I hope you enjoy this fic.

The pain hits you like a thousand Trojan horses piercing your abdomen, making you shiver—bend over, bringing your cold hands to the beginning of your abdomen where the pain started.

Menstrual cramps. Thats the name of the devil who's tormenting your life for the past few days.

A grunt escapes your lazy lips as you feel another twinge, clutching your heating pad tightly against you.

You felt miserable, the pain was too intense for you to even be able to do normal things like cook or make your bed, and the fatigue was also something that you deep down hated at the moment. The overwhelming sensations running through your body almost resulted in an internal scream.

At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to disappear, for the pain to stop and for you to be able to walk normally again without feeling like a waterfall was pouring down your legs at that very moment.

Your girlfriend has been with you for about two years now, and whenever your time of the month came around she made sure to spoil you in the best way possible, be it with chocolate, ice cream, flowers, stuffed animals or even your favorite food.

Natasha didn't have to deal with this kind of thing because she had her uterus ripped out at a very young age, but even though she couldn't even imagine the pain you felt, she made sure to treat you in the best way possible, even if you were in an extremely bad mood.

You remember curling up under the covers crying after another blast of pain hit you, but your hero came home right after with two chocolate bars and a stuffed hamster with googly eyes that played a song when you squeezed it. That was your favorite gift.

There was another time she took the day to give you a personal spa day, massaging your back, belly, feet. She spreaded the lotion over your body gingerly, loving every one of your sighs of tension relief.

Overall, she was a good girlfriend—a great girlfriend. You had nothing to complain about... except that during that time of the month your mind didn't bother to stop and think before grumbling, which is exactly a good example of the current moment.

Natasha held a cup in her right hand, her other hand pouring the hot chocolate into the cup with ease and care, humming an internal lullaby as she felt the heat take over the palm of her hand.

You on the other hand, impatient, kicked the air in an angry and impatient way. Natasha's said it wouldn't take long, however ten minutes have passed and you already miss the warmth of her body against yours.

Natasha smiles, listening to the sound of you shifting around, placing the jug on the table before she turns around, dragging her feet to the bedroom, where little by little the clear view of you sprawled on the bed reveals itself.

You hear the sound of footsteps, your attentive ears moving attentively as you dig your head out of the pillow. A pout trembles on your pink lips as you have your half-lidded eyes looked towards your girlfriend who now enters the room with a soft smile on her lips.

"You're late..." You grumbled, your voice coming out as nothing more than a hoarse and extremely sly murmur.

A playful smile reaches the avenger's lips and she clicks her tongue in the raw of her mouth before sneaking to the edge of the bed, placing your cup of hot chocolate on the nightstand before sneaking to your side, lying down there.

Natasha wraps her hands around your waist, leaving a kiss on your fluffy cheek as she assumes the bigger spoon position.

"Humpf!" You mumble, turning your neck to the opposite side, avoiding even looking at the strands of red curls that brushed against your shoulders.

"It didn't even take me that long, moya milaya." You heard her whisper against the foot of your ear, making you shiver at the deep—husky tone of your girlfriend's voice.

You try to look unfazed, the grimace on your face slowly dissipating in a failed attempt when you felt her lips against your cheek and then your forehead, her red curls covering your vision due to the position she was now leaning in.

"You're tense, detka." She cooed behind you, hands now sliding towards your sore shoulders and massaging the area in slow and circular motions, watching the way you shrank against her even if unconsciously, making the spy smile proudly.

"You did so great today—handled the pain so obediently my dear. You should stop being a little grumpy now and let mommy take care of you, huh?" She whispered before placing a kiss on the corner of your lips, wrapping one of her legs around yours as she moved closer, you in response snuggling closer without even resisting.

When your eyes close slightly, Natasha smiles, clenching her eyes and surrounding your neck with her lips, hands moving down from your shoulders to your back, continuing the frequency of a slow and delicate massage.

Your back arches against her instantly, butt against her pelvis as the pain you seemed to be feeling fades away for that moment.

"Shhh, that's it, let me take care of everything." Romanoff murmurs against your neck, sliding her hands to your hip and then thigh, leaving a silent squeeze in the place she secretly enjoyed so much.

You swallow hard, bucking against her unconsciously, body trembling at the unexpected touch as your lips part and you frown, nose wrinkling in the process.

You expected her to stop at just kissing your face and caressing your shoulders, but the way she slid her hand to the inner part of your thigh said otherwise.

Your body stiffened, air escaping from your hollow lungs as you pressed your fingertips against your lips, biting them deliberately in anxiety, eyebrows curved downwards as you let out a low sigh.

"Oh?" you heard the whisper behind your ear, the hands that until then were below rising a little upwards without shame, Natasha's sharp smile opening against the skin of your neck as she sniffed deeply at your smell.

Your head short-circuits when you heard a giggle in the background, cheeks rising upwards as they acquire a pink hue, lips pressed together as if they were glue.

"What's that? Hm?" She hummed, running her other hand down the line of your spine, savoring your little spasms.

You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, lips parting in a shaky sigh before you begin to speak. “Nat, I—I'm on my period.” You mumbled, cheeks warming even more in embarrassment.

The redhead could only smirk, eyes darkening with something dangerously—enticing. “And? That’s supposed to stop me from making you feel good?” Her voice travels like cotton, softening your eardrums in an angelic way.

You try to protest, lips open in a shape of 'O', but even before you could say anything she silences you up, arms sliding towards your hips once again and crawling up to get face to face with you, lips metting yours with a slow, heated kiss, her touch in your hips turning more insistent.

Every doubt you had melts away as she reassures you in the way only she can—by showing you exactly how much she wants you, without hesitation or restraint.

Natasha is a former assassin, did you really thought that bloodshots would be enough to restrain her? At most, it would make her even more excited.

The spy takes her time worshiping you, her lips exploring yours hungrily, tongue invading your mouth with ferocity. And her hands, oh those slender finger were exploring every inch of your body now, running towards your belly and scratching the place slightly, making you forget all about the discomfort you felt before. She’s relentless in her devotion, whispering praises against your lips, letting you know just how much she loves seeing you beneath her, no matter the circumstances. "Oh baby look at you, so needy."

Oh but you're so into it, the way her hands slide from your stomach to your thighs once more, lifting her lips from yours for a tiny second, only to slide once more to your neck, this time placing wet kisses all over the region. Tongue sliding down your throat while occasionally nibbling on the spot and making a small sucking noise with her lips.

You definitely weren't hating this despite your brain objecting in the worst possible way.

You feel your body being turned upwards, your hands running up to your girlfriend's neck and wrapping around it like vines, legs spread like sheets of paper. You feel Natasha's hands go down to your knees, now she was completely on top of you, one of her hands going from your knee to the height of your stomach, smoothing the very sensitive area.

You tried to close your legs in instinc but something was stopping you. One of her legs was pressing against the inside of your thigh, keeping it open easily.

Now you felt her hands going up to the buttons of your white pajama top, sparing no effort in quickly undoing it, exposing your chest.

Romanoff raises one hand to your left mound, thumb dragging against the nipple that was hardened by the icy wind coming from outside the window.

The way her finger drags over your skin sends shockwaves through your entire being. Torso rising slightly before you could even issue a small noise from your trembling lips.

You wanted to feel more, the beast inside you growing like never before, lips parting in a half-closed shape, eyes narrowed as you fixed your orbs against the face of your beloved who was now leaning close to your torso.

Natasha licks her lower lip before smiling, holding back a small laugh. Her red lips meet the tip of your breast, lightly biting the area before deflating her cheeks for a light suction.

You huff softly in discomfort, feeling your nipple twist within your girlfriend's nimble lips.

She nibbled you, kissing right after it, in the end alternating between these movements just to drive you crazy.

Still not satisfied enough, she decides to tease your other mound.

Her hands grabbed one of your breasts from below while she gently massaged the area, now kissing the other side without any imminent rush.

Your nipples were now sensitive from the stimulation, hands curling in Natasha's red curls like ivy. You felt like you were on the clouds now, as if her touch was like cotton against the silk of your skin.

Milky thighs try to close once more, this time due to the fact that you feel her hands moving down from your breasts to the beginning of your stomach, scratching the area near your hip before tugging on the hem of your grey pants.

Natasha's deft tongue drags along your torso, from your raised chest to your belly button, nibbling playfully on your belly, her smile sharp against your skin.

your throat scratches in surprise as you feel that she was pulling your pants down, an extreme blush rising faintly to your cheeks, eyes widening in a mix of fear and anticipation.

The spy looks up, eyes locking with yours intensely before she can raise an eyebrow. "Afraid of a bit ot red, detka?" She snorted, lips up in a wicked smile. "Don't worry, red doesn't scare me, especially if it's yours." She muttered softly, that wicked smile turning into something soft for a few mere seconds before she pulled went back to pull your pants down once again.

You bring your hands to your face, covering your own eyes, unable to face the scene about to happen.

Natasha pulls your pants down totally, throwing it to some random part of the room, too focused on the task at hand to care about where it would land on.

Her hands go to your knees, keeping both legs open so she could work better.

Your girlfriend smiles as she observes the much desired spot between your legs. A slight bulge in there from the fact that you were probably using a pad, Not that she cared about that, it would soon go to the trash and something much more pleasurable would be between your legs.

You tremble in anticipation, feeling Natasha's slender fingers run up your legs to the edge of your panties, slowly pulling the garment down, as if she was enjoying your little show of panic.

You both had time, so why not tease you a little, right?

You feel the garment being pulled down slowly and torturously, dragging itself over your thighs, knees and finally your feet, until you are left completely exposed with your legs wide open.

You feel the wind blow against your exposed sex, not only the feeling of excitement that seemed stronger as time passed.

Natasha smiles in satisfaction, observing the reddish place, a mixture of arousal and the reddish liquid that ran from inside you.

She steps closer, biting her lower lip as she admires the reddish beauty between your legs.

For Natasha, that wasn't disgusting, it never would be, it was a part of you that she would always love, after all, every month you gushed her favorite color, and in fact, whether you like it or not, it's healthy, and what she was about to do relieves cramps.

You feel the warm air brush against your intimacy, drawing a sigh that was soon replaced by a small cry of surprise when you felt your girlfriend's lips hitting your center.

It was quick, your eyes covered, making it impossible for you to get a sense of her next steps.

Natasha can't contain her smile, lips now smeared in the crimson liquid, sliding her tongue against your slit like a thirsty vampire would.

Your legs threaten to close, once again being held back by Natasha who uses just one hand to stop you.

The other dominant hand finds its way to your sex, dragging the index finger over your sensitive nerve, pulling a small whimper from your lips.

You open a gap between your fingers, opening one of your eyes to observe the erratic scene before you.

Natasha was completely stained red, her face now smeared the same amount as the hand she now used to explore your entrance.

You hear a soft—incoherent whisper, and then you feel your insides being invaded by just one finger, her lips now rising to your sensitized bundle of nerves, lightly nibbling the spot before finally sucking it lightly.

Natasha slides her tongue against the spot, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing, her finger now pumping inside you slowly, stretching you slowly and carefully to not to hurt you.

She thrusts in and out slowly, curling her finger a little every now and then as she drags her long nails against your inner walls lightly wich makes you shiver.

Your eyes lock again, this time you bring your hands to the blanket, hugging it as if your life depended on it, feeling yourself drip against her lips, not knowing if it was your own arousal or your menstrual flow.

Never in the world would that be disgusting to Natasha.

She pump her finger inside you with ease, slowly adding the second finger as she masterfully ministers her movements.

She had a heavy hand, cupping your sex as if it were the most delicate thing in the world, but at the same time she made sure to make you feel good.

Your lips part as you feel her slide in easily, starting to move slowly inside you, your inner walls kneading her fingers.

You wanted more—needed more. You try to beg your lips parted as you try to whisper something inaudible. "More..." You squeaked lightly.

"Oh, do you?" *Natasha murmurs against your sex, giving your bundle of nerves one last kiss before lifting her chin up, looking up at your face, taking in your watery eyes and heaving chest.

Your uncontrolled breathing makes the hairs on the spy's back stand on end, a devilish smile playing on her lips as she adjusts her position better, tongue going back down on you.

You bite your lower lip as you feel the speed changing, acquiring a continuous and rapid frequency. You release her name from your lips in a drawn-out moan that drives your girlfriend crazy. You seemed much more sly than usual, and she loved it.

You bury the side of your head into the pillow, breathing heavily as she thrusts continuously, soon building a coil deep in your stomach.

Natasha seemed to feel it by the way you were moving against her and your hips seemed to grind even more needy against her. "Nuh uh, hold it." She grunted softly, biting the tip of your clit as a warning, slowing her movements as she made sure to stimulate you even more.

Romanoff curls her fingers into a hook shape, tongue sliding towards your slit and acquiring more of your liquid on her hungry lips.

Everything seemed slow around you, your lower lip bruised from biting so much now made everything a little more exciting, sweat running down your forehead and down your neck, Natasha's agile hands giving you the pleasure you were looking for but at the same time edging you, taking away that feeling that you were close off your arms.

You grunt softly in response to her speech, in denial—dissatisfaction. "Humpf!" You purr, trying to move your hips for more friction, feeling Natasha pull out of you in a single movement, the 'Swoop' noise being heard at that exact moment, juices and blood coating her fingers.

Natasha clicks her tongue in her mouth, "Tsk." staring at her fingers in delight before she lets out a sigh. "You're impatient, aren't you? But don't worry, it's okay. I can do better than that."

The moment those words leave Natasha's lips, you close your eyes, containing an internal smile, shortly after hearing the sound of a zipper followed by clothes falling to the floor.

When you open your eyes again, you have the vision of Natasha on top of you, her breasts pressed against yours roughly as something noticeable rests against your thigh. "Good thing I've prepared myself this morning." She whispered, tongue rolling against her lips playfully.

You frown, being interrupted from your train of thought when you look down, watching the tip of the reddish toy brush against your thigh, slowly pulling it closer to your intimacy.

Oh you were fucked, in both senses.

"Now you don't need to hold yourself, pretty thing." Natasha sighs, lips coming close to your ear before nibbling on your earlobe, sliding the tip of the strap over your bundle of nerves and then your folds.

When you stop to take a deep breath you feel the toy slide all at once inside, eliciting a soft yelp from your lips as your body jerks forward with the rough—rude act.

"Tasha!" You scream, hands going to her back in a trembling way, feeling your walls knead the toy from the invasion, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Hm? Isn't that what you wanted?" Your girlfriend hissed, voice velvety as her lips curved into a wicked smile.

Then it starts to move, almost as if it were tearing in but fitting perfectly inside you, the tip hitting the end of your slit sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

Your hands go up to her neck, face partially buried in the pillow while this time you don't hold back your moans, affectionately calling Natasha's name as she guides the toy in and out of you slowly.

The tips of your toes curled, meanwhile Romanoff smiled wider and wider as she watched you tremble beneath her, she loved to see you crumble.

At the same time, you felt that what was in you would be enough, and with every second that passed with her moving inside you in a torturous way, you knew you wanted more, and Natasha knew it, she always knew.

"Natty... Please." You moan softly, legs shaking as you lift yourself up a little, trying to capture her lips in a kiss but missing by a few seconds.

"Oh yeah? Well you asked for it, malyshka." Natasha hummed before starting to increase her speed, slowly getting faster with each passing second, this time enough to knock all the air out of your lungs.

She begins to pump in and out quickly and accurately, moaning slightly as her expression seems to straighten into a serious one. "Fuck baby, look at you, so needy." Romanoff murmurs hoarsely, increasing her speed even more in response to seeing how you trembled at her voice, your reactions being like a show of angels playing for her.

She doesn't stop, continuing with her precise and careful movements, loving every thin moan that escaped your lips.

For Natasha, that was melody, just giving her fuel to continue to firmly thrust the toy inside you, fast and agile, a cunning smile on the spy's lips in a knowing form.

Her eyebrows furrow, watching your eyes close and open repeatedly in ecstasy, saliva nearly escaping your lips.

You choke on your own saliva, feeling the toy hit your sweet spot not once but repeatedly, and it doesn't take long for you to feel that twinge deep down once again, a coil sensation building up.

She saw the way you shivered against her, eyes closed tightly as your eyebrows drew together and lips parted in an 'o' shape. It was all so intense with Natasha, all so raw and delicious.

She continues thrusting inside you in a pure and electric way, emitting a low grunt when she realizes that your inner walls are squeezing the toy tightly. The base of the toy hitting against your own intimacy in a pleasurable friction for both of you.

You scream for the spy, her name flowing from your lips like a stream of water.

Her chest inflated and deflated repeatedly, her once pale lips now pink as she thrust continuously, without even a break.

You like how rough she was, pulling little screams from you every now and then, but at the same time she treated you with tenderness, lowering her bloody lips to your chest, kissing each of your mounds as she goes in and out of you.

The sensation that was now finishing building inside you was perfect, the bed banging against the wall and the sound of her hips crashing against yours sent waves of shock and pleasure through your body, lips parted letting moans escape.

Natasha nibbles on the tip of your breast, Hands gripping your waist like vines, arms wrapping around your, taking advantage of your arched back.

You try to announce that you are close to your climax, stuttering something incoherently. But Natasha understood you well, she knew you, so it doesn't take much for her to start thrusting faster, this time sticking her lips against your neck.

You feel the friction of your heat against her toy, too strong to handle, the beast inside you desperate for release, announcing how close you were. Lips trembling and moans hoarse and drawn out, nails scratching your girlfriend's back as you felt her thrust fast enough to make you see stars.

As you felt the toy once again hit your sweet spot, you felt yourself finally reach your peak, moaning her name in a slurred manner as you came undone against her in a strong stream.

Natasha smiled, slowing down her movements just a little, still guiding you towards your orgasm peacefully, milking you for every last drop.

By the time she’s done, slidding off of you, you’re breathless, completely spent in the best way possible. Natasha simply grins, pressing a kiss to your jaw before pulling you close, fingers going against her slit soaked by her fluids just to play with the liquid. “See?” she murmurs. “Red’s always been my color.”

can i have you for a moment please

CONSTELLATIONS - Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

contains: soft smut?, drinking

a/n - first fic, idk what to make of it i kinda liked it, i hope you enjoyed :)

wc - 839

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I sit in my empty bed, revisioning that night with her. I will never forget the feeling of her breath against my skin, her hands against my hips, her kiss against my thighs.

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It was a dark room, slightly lit by warm-toned, dimmed lights, but not much was visible. It was a crowded room with classic party music playing. Filled by sweaty, drunk, horny men and women. But you knew neither of you aligned with that stereotype.

She had found you stood in the corner, wearing a tight black dress, not leaving much to the imagination. It wasn't intentional, you weren't trying to act like a whore, or show of your body to anyone. It was just the first outfit you lazily pulled from your overcrowded closet. But she was glad you wore it.

She handed you a drink, told you to loosen up a little and have some fun, she most definitely could sense your tenseness. After you had drank the liquor, she tugged your hand until you were in the centre of the room, and she asked you to dance with her.

You'd never danced with anyone before, especially someone you didn't even know the name of. As much as you'd like to deny it and say you had no desire to, you knew it was because you were never asked. She could sense your hesitation, so her soft hands ran down your body and held onto your hips with a firm, but comforting grip as she moved your body in sync with hers. Your back softly pressed against her front, enough contact to send electricity soaring through your heart.

You danced like that for a good hour, tension growing between you each time she pulled your body closer into hers. She leant down towards your ear and whispered, "how about we get out of here?" while tucking a hair behind your ear. You could smell the whiskey on her breath, but you didn't mind. You lightly nodded and once again found yourself being led by the mysterious woman.

As she pulled you through the exit to the overcrowded bar, moonlight lit her features, and you finally could see who had been treating you so kindly.

Her auburn hair glistened as the stars blinked over you. Her emerald eyes shone brighter than any galaxy, instantly sending a warmth through to your heart. Small freckles were littered across her rosy cheeks, like constellations. You glance back up to her eyes, she was staring at you, so much passion coming from just her view. All this time, her hands still resting on your hips, as if she had some claim over you.

-

As you arrived back into your quaint apartment, you were pushed through the door, facing backwards, as you both rushed to tug at each other's clothes. Your dress was abandoned by the front door and your underwear quickly joined it. She only ever took her shirt off, but instantly your lips met the soft flesh of her breast, sucking softly until you left a red mark.

You both crashed into your bed as desperation and arousal fuelled your desires. Sweat mixing with spit in both of your mouths, not once separating for a gasp of air. She continues to caress your body, her hand travelling from your breasts down to the most desperate part of you.

Her fingers played with you in just the right way, making you bite your lip so you didn't make a sound. Your teeth crashed again, liquor overpowering the taste of love. As she went deeper, so did your fingernails in her back, mouth opening wide into an 'o' shape while your eyes clamped shut.

The only thought in your mind was "this feeling is amazing".

The taste of her skin slowly brought you back to life, slowly sobered you up, while she was still making you feel better than you'd ever felt before. Her tongue lapped up everything you gave her, you picked up her head and saw yourself dripping down her chin.

"You taste so sweet" she muttered before diving right back and and finishing what she had started.

-

After countless ends of you screaming with pleasure, you both laid face to face as you drifted off to sleep. She fell asleep before you, so you sat there and lightly placed your finger over her rosy cheek, tracing her constellations.

How could you feel such comfort in the arms of a stranger? A woman you had met not even 12 hours ago? A woman you still did not know the name of?

You didn't care, you drifted off to sleep with a full heart knowing she was beside you.

-

I'm sad now she left without a trace, I wanted something with her. No one has ever made me feel the way she did, in so many different ways.

I rolled over to grab my phone, and spotted a note beside a glass of water and 2 paracetamol.

"Thank you for last night, drink up honey.

Natasha."

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do i make a part 2??