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You drop Natasha on the bed, pinning her arms over her head as you kiss down her neck and bare chest. She moans, arching her back and trying to press her core against yours. She feels the hard bulge of the strap in your sweatpants against her thighs and her eyes roll at the prospect of having you buried deep within her.

“I need you,” she pants, bucking her hips up.

You take your time, shimmying down her jeans and panties with your free hand before pulling down your own. Your strap practically pops out and hits your stomach; Natasha is completely distracted by how much it looks like a real cock. 

You spread her legs wide enough to see her glistening folds and you swear you can smell her lust. 

“Fuck, baby,” you whisper, pressing the tip of your strap against her opening. Natasha bites her lip at the tiny pressure, wrapping her legs around your waist and locking her ankles over your butt so you can’t pull away.

“Inside,” she demands.

“That’s not the magic word,” you tease, rubbing the strap up and down her folds.

“P-Please,” she gasps. “Please, Daddy–”

“Good girl.” You release her arms and steady yourself to line up the head of the strap. It sinks in a few inches. Natasha presses her head into the pillows, moaning, her hands finding purchase along your shoulder blades.

“More, Daddy. Please,” she begs.

“Greedy little thing,” you grunt, slamming forward until your hips meet hers. A scream catches in her throat as she rips your back open. As you pant through the pain, you trail your hand over her stomach and the slight bulge of your strap buried inside of her.

“You look so good like this,” you whisper, and she lifts her head to look too, her eyes growing wide when she sees how deep you are. Gently, you rub your thumb over the bulge and she groans.

As you shift your hips back and forth, the bulge appears and disappears with every thrust. The sight is enough to make you gush.

“Look at my beautiful baby,” you moan, finding a rhythm.

“Your beautiful baby, Daddy,” Natasha gasps.

It doesn’t take long for her to reach her peak and when she does, she arches into you and bites on your shoulder to suppress her moan. You slow your thrusts, feeling her juices trickle down your thighs and you finally pull out. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” Natasha whispers in your ear, wrapping her arms around you and letting you rest on her chest. She gently traces the scratches she left along your shoulder blades.

 “Anything for my baby girl,” you purr, and close your eyes sleepily.

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Your phone rings and you press the answer button, leaning forward so your mouth hovers over the speaker.

“Yes?”

“Lunch time?” Natasha, your personal assistant (and then some), asks. “It’s getting late.”

Your eyes shift to the clock on your computer. It’s almost two in the afternoon, but you’ve been so busy with work you barely noticed. “What’s on the menu?” you reply.

“Me.” Her voice drips with desire, and you’ve starved yourself long enough.

“Whore,” you say with a chuckle. “Well, don’t keep me waiting any longer.”

Natasha hangs up the second you finish your sentence, and you hear the click of her heels as she hurries down the hall to your office. Your heartbeat picks up when there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in.”

 Natasha enters, and she always takes your breath away. She’s wearing a tight white blouse, the buttons straining to contain her full breasts, tucked into a black skirt that’s so short you swear if she bends over, you’ll be able to see her ovaries. Her red hair is curled and glossy, makeup applied lightly across her face to hide the smallest of blemishes. She’s perfect the way she is, but she doesn’t believe you, no matter how many times you tell her.

So sometimes, you just have to show her.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmur as she makes her way over to you, swaying her hips. You push yourself away from your desk to make room for her to sit on your lap. Natasha throws her arms over your shoulders and you allow your hands to roam her body, eager to tear her skin-tight clothes off and take her right on your desk.

“You’re so tense,” she mumbles, digging her fingers into the muscles of your shoulders.

“I have a deadline coming up,” you answer.

“Let’s not think about work for five minutes, okay?” she says, distracting you with a passionate kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. She tastes like mint gum and you break away to press your nose against her neck, inhaling the sweet lavender scent of her skin. Natasha grinds down on your lap, her eyes widening when she feels the thick strap you’re packing.

“Is that for me?” she whispers.

“Only you,” you correct, kissing her roughly again.

Your hands hook under her thighs and you hoist her up, walking both of you over to the ceiling-to-wall glass windows that wrap around your office. You’re on the top floor of the building, the 13th, and there are no nearby buildings comparable to that height.

You set Natasha down, turning her around to press her face against the window and hiking up her skirt to reach underneath and find her dripping heat.

She’s not even wearing panties.

“You desperate little slut,” you mumble, sliding your finger through her folds and pressing your thumb against her clit harshly. “You like the view?” Below, the people on the ground are as big as ants and the cars look like toys.

Natasha doesn’t—can’t—answer, when you insert two fingers into her velvet heat and pump in and out slowly.

“More,” she begs, bucking her hips against the window. You know there’s no chance of her shattering the inch-thick glass, but it’s still an exciting thought that she’s so horny for you she might break something.

“Don’t worry, baby,” you grunt, unzipping your pants and pulling them down far enough to release your strap. You shove your hips forward to press into her core without warning.

“Fuck, yes,” Natasha moans when she feels you sheathed inside of her. She steadies herself against the window, whining and whimpering as you thrust wildly into her.

“Harder,” she begs, and you comply to the point that your abs start to burn. You brush aside her hair to latch onto her neck, sucking hickeys down to her collarbone.

She stands on her tiptoes so you can thrust deeper, her entire body straining as she rushes towards her orgasm.

You hope that someone below can see you both now.

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You lie on your back on the bed, Natasha hovering over you with three fingers deep inside of your core. Her mouth is latched onto yours, swallowing your moans as your fingers dig into her wrist, urging her to move faster.

“Fuck, please, Nat,” you gasp.

“I have to get you ready,” Natasha murmurs, stretching her fingers wider and you whine. 

“I am ready,” you insist.

After a few more slow thrusts, Natasha pulls out of you, rolling you over onto your stomach. You prop yourself up on your knees and elbows obediently as she moves behind you, fitting herself between your legs and pressing the thick strap harnessed around her waist against your core.

“Fuck, Mommy,” you moan as the strap slides across your folds. 

“You’re so fucking desperate for me,” Natasha says, stroking the strap and spreading your own cum along for lubrication. 

“Please,” you beg, pushing back to grind against her. 

“So impatient,” she tuts, although she is on the cusp of losing all control herself and wants to pound into you until you can’t walk.

You feel the strap glide into you easily and you throw your head back and moan at the full feeling. Natasha rubs your hips, rutting forward until she’s fully buried inside of you. One of her hands slips towards your stomach, feeling the bulge created by the strap. 

“Fuck, you’re so full of my cock,” she hisses.

“Yes, yes,” you reply, biting your lip when Natasha jerks her hips back and pushes into you again. “Harder, Mommy.”

“Like this?” Natasha pumps into you rapidly, setting a harsh pace. “You like being on your knees for me? Taking my cock like a good girl?”

Your head is fuzzy and you can’t think in complete sentences, another moan falling from your lips. 

“I’m gonna fill you up,” Natasha grunts, digging her fingers so hard into your skin you know it’ll leave bruises, but you love being marked by her. “I’m gonna make you round with my seed.”

“Please, please,” you beg, rocking on your hands and knees to make sure Natasha reaches every sensitive spot inside of you. Obviously, she can’t get you pregnant, but you’re obsessed with the idea of her trying and talking to you like she can. “I want you–need–you, Nat.”

“I know, baby. We’re almost there.”

You tighten around the strap so much that Natasha has trouble thrusting. 

“I’m…I’m gonna…” You can barely breathe, let alone tell her that you’re ready to cum.

However, Natasha knows your body just as well as you do, and before you can peak, she release the artificial cum from her strap into you. The sensation is almost bloating, but the thought of Natasha literally filling you up causes you to completely lose control. 

But now there’s too much cum and when Natasha pulls out, the combined cum drips down your thighs and you flop onto your stomach in exhaustion.

“Such a good girl,” Natasha says, gently lying on top of you and kissing your shoulders and neck as you turn to cuddle into her.

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You had just gotten home, dropping your briefcase by the door as you kick off your shoes and loosen your tie.

“Nat?” you call out. “I’m home.”

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Natasha appears in the doorway, wearing nothing but a red lace bra and panties. Immediately, you feel the blood rush towards the junction of your legs, the zipper of your pants pressing harshly against the growing bulge of your cock.

She saunters up to you, cupping the back of your neck to pull you down into a rough kiss.

“I missed you,” she whispers, licking at your lips until you open your mouth to let her taste you. 

“I’m all yours tonight,” you promise, settling your hands on her full hips and squeezing gently. Your fingers dip into the edges of her panties to pull them down, but she suddenly swats at your hands.

You lean back, confused by her boldness, as she reaches for your shirt and rips the buttons open, pushing it back to greedily run her hands over the firmness of your chest and abs.

But you don’t think it’s fair that she gets to touch you and you don’t, so you grab her wrists to stop her, pulling her forward until your lips crash together. This time, you push your tongue into her mouth, moaning when she sucks on it and thinking of how good it would feel wrapped around another body part.

With you distracted, Natasha slips her hands down the front of your pants, squeezing your cock and your hips jerk forward instinctively.

“I need you to fill me,” Natasha says, stroking you roughly in her hand. “I want to have your babies.”

“Oh, you will,” you promise, stepping out of your pants and losing your shirt entirely.  You pick Natasha up and she wraps her legs around your waist, pressing her clothed core against your hard cock and you grunt at the patch of wetness.

You carry her into the kitchen, almost dropping her when she quickly pulls her panties to the side to feel your tip against her bare heat. 

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble, lifting her onto the island and standing between her legs. You press your chest against hers, humming as you reach behind her to unhook her bra. Meanwhile, she eagerly strokes your cock to full mast and your legs are practically trembling. 

“You look ready, baby,” she teases, but you know it’s all an act. You think it’s cute when she tries to act dominant, when in reality, you could have her falling apart in your hands in seconds.

“Are you?” you ask, bumping your hips forward so your centers touch. 

“I’m always ready,” Natasha says, squirming as the ache in her core grows. 

“Ready to be filled with my cum?” you whisper, one of your hands snaking down to rub the soft skin of her belly. 

“Only yours,” she pants, trying to grab your waist to pull you towards her, but you remain still. “Please, baby, you don’t know how badly I need you.”

“How about you show me?”

Natasha scoots forward until she’s almost off the edge of the counter and you hook your arms under her thighs, holding her steady so she can line up her center with your cock. You bite your lip and back up, moaning when you feel her stretch deliciously around you.

“Oh, God,” Natasha moans, her hands clawing up your back and threading in your hair. “I love how much you fill me up.” 

“You’re so fucking tight,” you groan, as her hot, wet walls clamp around you rhythmically. You have never been with a partner like Natasha before, and you know there’s no chance you would ever find another. She digs her ankles into your butt to inch herself further down your cock. 

“Mine,” you growl into her ear, kissing down her neck and biting onto her shoulder when you feel her wetness press against your lower abdomen. “All mine.”

“Yours,” Natasha gasps, rolling her hips wildly and you stagger into the fridge, unable to think about anything other than the slick velvet around your cock. You give Natasha a rare moment of control and she starts bouncing, sliding all the way up until only the head is left inside and slamming back down so your thighs meet. 

Finally, your hips start to thrust against hers, heightening the pressure and the pleasure. Yours and Natasha’s moans fill the kitchen along with the filthy, wet noises of your cock filling her to the brim. 

“Please, please, please,” Natasha chants, and you can tell by the way she’s squeezing you that she’s close.

“Cum for me, baby,” you say, and with a strangled moan, she does. Your own body stiffens as Natasha clamps down around you, the rush of added lubrication too much. Your cock spurts strongly, pumping heavy streams of seed into her until you’re completely drained and you slide to the floor, letting Natasha rest on your lap.

Once your breathing settles, Natasha shifts and your sensitive cock still inside her twitches. She hears your gasp and eyes you mischievously. 

“How about another round?”

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“This is impossible!” Natasha throws down her knitting needles, which bounce harmlessly off your thigh and land on the floor.

“Hey, watch it!” you mumble, shifting closer to the left side of the couch. You peek over the edge to see the tangled ball of yarn dangling from the ends of the needles. “It doesn’t look that bad.”

“Yes, it does. It’s just a gigantic knot at this point.”

“Uh…It’s a cute knot,” you say, attempting to be positive. “And it’s your knot.”

“No, that’s not my knot.” Natasha plucks your own knitting needles out of your hand and throws them to the side. Before you can protest, she climbs on top of you, pushing you back against the couch and rolling her hips against yours. “This is my knot,” she husks in your, rubbing her bulge against the inside of your thighs.

“Knot? What are you talking about?” you ask, but Natasha kisses you fiercely to distract you. Her tongue swirls inside your mouth to dominate yours and her hands pin your shoulders down.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” Natasha whispers, her lips trailing over your jaw so she can kiss and nip at your throat. You extend your head back into the cushions, submitting yourself to her fully.

“All yours, Daddy,” you moan when she bites on your collarbone hard enough to leave a bruise.

As Natasha focuses on marking every available inch of skin of your neck, your hands caress down her body, finding their way into her sweatpants where your fingers curl around hot and hard flesh.

“Oh, fuck,” Natasha grunts in surprise when she feels you touch her. Pre-cum leaks from the head and you pass your hand over it, using it as lubrication as you slide up and down her thick shaft.

“Does that feel good, Daddy?” you ask with an innocent smile.

“God, that feels so good,” Natasha says. Her hips jut forward as you stroke her. However, your hand could hardly compare to your other body parts. She groans as her abdomen tightens at the thought of being inside of you.

You jerk her faster, grinning when Natasha’s eyes roll.

“Hold on, baby. You’re gonna make me blow too early,” she says, resting a hand on top of yours to still your movements.

“I want you to cum inside me,” you beg, knowing it’s not your place to but you can’t help it. Your insides clench around nothing, and all you can think about is Natasha filling you and shooting her seed deep into you. “Please, Daddy.”

Natasha lifts herself off of you enough to drag down your pants and soaked underwear. You open your legs as wide as you can, and Natasha can’t help but chuckle at your eagerness.

“That’s my good girl,” Natasha murmurs, rubbing the head of her cock up and down your wet folds. “You ready?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant desperately.

Natasha grips onto your hips to pull you closer to her as her cock slides into you with ease. Both of you moan, and Natasha drops her head onto your chest when she feels your warm, wet walls clench around her.

“You take me so well,” she pants. “My good girl.”

“Yours. All yours.” You anchor your hands onto your shoulders as she begins thrusting, her cock slick with your combined juices.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” you moan. “Harder.”

“Anything for my good girl.” Natasha is so deep in you her hips are against yours, every inch of her cock surrounded by your tight warmth. Not knowing how much longer she’ll last herself, she sets a steady pace, bottoming out with every thrust.

You lie there almost helplessly as your girlfriend pleasures you in a way no one else can.

“Almost…there?” Natasha grunts, her hips stuttering as her rhythm starts to falter.

“Faster, Daddy.”

“I’ll try, baby girl.”

Natasha rubs her thumb over your clit, and combined with her rough thrusting, you’re reaching your orgasm in seconds. Your fingernails curl into her shoulders as you arch your back into hers, sloppily kissing her as you try to stifle a moan.

“Let me hear you,” Natasha demands.

“Oh God, Daddy,” you moan as your orgasm washes over you. You silk walls tighten around Natasha, and she immediately loses control, spilling her hot cum into you. You relish in the feeling of being filled, locking your ankles across her back so she can’t pull out.

She kisses your cheek and relaxes on top of you, her bodyweight comforting.

“That’s my good girl.”

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“Which movie should we watch?” Clint asks, holding up two separate copies of Lord of the Rings films.

“We watch those like every other week,” Tony complains. “How about Men in Black?”

“Again?” Steve sighs. “Let’s do something from my time, like—”

“Gone with the Wind? Absolutely not,” Natasha scoffs, adjusting her position on the couch so she can snuggle up closer to you. She rests her head on your shoulder and you kiss her temple.

“I like the one with the little orange fish,” Thor pipes up.

“I’m fine with whatever,” you say, casually throwing your hand on Natasha’s thigh and squeezing. She interlaces her fingers with yours.

This was how every movie night with Natasha’s coworkers went. You were always happy to be invited, and their bickering was like listening to a rowdy pack of children. When you and Natasha had started dating, you had been extremely intimidated to meet her colleagues, but they were friendly and welcoming. Soon, you were just as much a part of their family as Natasha was.

After a coin toss that Tony wins, he settles on the original Total Recall with Arnold Schwarzenegger. Clint and Thor go into the kitchen to make popcorn, passing around large buckets for everyone to share. You and Natasha get one to yourselves—and the entire couch—as the guys make themselves comfortable on the other ones wrapped around the room.

You and Natasha have both seen Total Recall before, which makes it infinitely easier to focus on stuffing your face with as much popcorn as you can. Thor needs an explanation every five minutes, and then goes on a tangent of comparing his physique to Schwarzenegger’s.

Natasha pulls a blanket over both of your laps, and once the popcorn is finished, she becomes extremely restless. Her hand rests high on your thigh, and slowly creeps towards the junction of your legs.

Luckily, everyone is too engrossed in the movie to notice your small yelp of surprise when Natasha’s hand presses against the bulge in your pants.

“Really?” she whispers.

You shrug. “Just in case.”

She rolls her eyes, but looks around at her colleagues to ensure their focus is elsewhere. Natasha takes your left hand and guides it into her pants. Her entire body shivers when your fingers make contact with her wet folds, and you trace over her clit delicately.

“I need you,” Natasha says. “I want to ride you.”

“Out here?”

“Right here.” She leans forward to draw your lips into a soft kiss as you circle her clit and drag your fingers through her folds. She moans into your mouth, and you nip on her lip to remind her to be quiet.

After a few minutes of teasing so Natasha is sufficiently soaked, you take your hand out of her pants and adjust the blanket so she can swing one leg over your waist and hover over your lap. She pulls her pants down to her knees.

“Turn around,” you say, and she obeys, facing the television. You lift her up to lower your own pants enough for your strap to pop out. Natasha settles down on your lap, humming as she grinds across the plastic toy and coats it in her juices. You squeeze her hips to encourage her. While the position is a little limited, you’ll make it work in the situation.

“Inside,” Natasha demands, rocking so her back presses into your chest.

“Climb on.” You smirk.

You hold the toy in a fully upright position as Natasha guides it into herself. As she begins to slide down, you suddenly thrust your hips up to push almost the entire toy inside of her.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispers, fisting the couch cushions so she doesn’t fall off your lap.

“Quiet now,” you say, nibbling on her shoulder as you slowly pump you hips up and down. Natasha closes her eyes, focusing on the fullness in her core and trying not to let her pleasure be heard.

Your right hand reaches around to play with her clit. She whines and whimpers, her noises muffled by the movie explosions. You thrust harder, wishing you could feel her silky walls squeeze around you.

Sweat trickles down the back of her neck, which you lap up and leave a kiss in its wake. Natasha shivers, trying to fight her carnal desire to scream and moan for you.

It doesn’t take long for her body to start trembling. Natasha covers her mouth with her hand. You press harder on her clit, jerking your hips up for an extra deep thrust. You feel her clench and come undone around your cock.

With a slippery noise only you can hear, you raise her just enough to pull your strap out, where it flops against your leg, sticky with her pleasure. You put your hand in your mouth, sucking off her cum as she watches you with dilated eyes in the darkness.

But one time isn’t enough for her, as Natasha pulls her pants up and stands suddenly.

“Bathroom,” she mutters, waddling off as the guys stare at her for a moment then shrug. Without a word, you gather up the blanket and go after her with a smirk.

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Your girlfriend, the legendary Black Widow, was an absolute unit. Given that she had been the only female member of the Avengers for years, she had to work hard to keep up with the guys, but the effort had certainly paid off. There didn’t seem to be another human being who could keep up with her workouts, and the people that told you Natasha had super soldier serum in her veins were simply jealous.

The years of hard training had sculpted her body to absolute perfection—and only you were blessed to see her in her full glory. She wasn’t overly bulky and huge like a bodybuilder, but her muscles were still well-defined and just as strong as they looked.

Her shoulders were wide and broad, her arms solid like rocks. When she bent her elbows and flexed her arms, you swear her biceps were ready to rip out of her skin. She had a six-pack abdomen you could wash clothes on. Her thighs were thick but in a muscular way, and you know she didn’t skip leg day based on her triangular calves.

Natasha was a goddess. And she was all yours.  

One Saturday morning, you unsurprisingly wake up to an empty bed. You assume it’s because Natasha was already up and at the gym, so you’re surprised when you get up and leave the bedroom to find her lounging lazily on the couch in shorts and a tank top. Her hair is still wet, and you can smell her waterfall shampoo. 

“Good morning,” you call, and she turns to smile at you. You feel yourself melt in such a beautiful woman’s presence. “What are you doing out here?”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” she says.

“Did you already go to the gym?” It’s basically a rhetorical question, but you ask anyway.

“Mhmm.” She motions you to come join her. You plant yourself on her thighs, turning to face her. “Worked out and showered,” she says, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I didn’t even notice you come back,” you comment.

“You were totally knocked out,” she says, resting her hands on your hips lightly. Despite her strength, she was always so gentle with you. Unless you asked her not to be.

“I was tired from last night,” you say, slowly rocking on top of her muscular thighs. You feel Natasha flex her legs and bite your lip at her response.

“Oh, really? It doesn’t seem like it,” she says.

“Aren’t you tired from your workout?” you ask, leaning forward to place your hands on her shoulders and rest your forehead against hers. Her spicy, warm scent overtakes you and you sigh in content. Your fingers dig into her muscles to massage out the tightness, while you also revel in their strength.

The things this woman did to you. The things she could do to you. 

“Yeah, I’m a little tired,” she admits, wincing when you hit a sore muscle.

“Sorry,” you whisper, kissing her cheek in apology. “How about you sit back and let me do the work?” You grind a little faster, trying not to moan at the hardness of her thighs between your legs.

“Okay, baby,” Natasha croaks, her eyes lighting with excitement.

You lift yourself up enough to drag your shorts and panties down, practically shivering at the sensation when you settle yourself on Natasha’s thigh again. She inhales when your wetness makes contact with her bare skin and closes her eyes.

“I love you,” you say, dragging yourself back and forth on her thigh, spreading your slick everywhere. “I love every part of you.”

You could worship Natasha’s body for hours, and not just in a sexual way (although you never said no to the opportunity). You always teased her that she should pose for anatomy classes, because every one of her muscles were so perfectly defined you had only ever seen them in textbooks before. But here she sat before you, all yours and only yours.

You were the luckiest girl on Earth.

“Come here, baby,” Natasha whispers, cupping your face to kiss you sweetly. Your hands bunch at the bottom of her tank top as you try to run your hands over every inch of her skin.

“Can I ride you?” you ask, a little shyly.

“You are,” she chuckles.

“I want to ride your abs,” you clarify.

Natasha smiles. She knows how obsessed you are with her stomach, and honestly, who can blame you?

“Sure, baby. But only because you asked so politely.” Natasha pulls off her tank top and tosses it over the couch. Then, she wraps her large hands under your thighs and lifts you easily, like you weigh as much as an empty cardboard box, so she can lie down and you can straddle her.

You hover over her carved abs for a moment, carefully placing your hands on her sports-bra covered chest to steady yourself before lowering yourself and moaning at the hardness beneath you.

“Oh God, Nat,” you whimper, grinding over her abdomen of steel.

“Does it feel good, baby?” she asks, watching hungrily as your exposed pussy slides across her stomach. 

“So good.” You squeeze her breasts as you grind faster. Natasha flexes to the point where can you feel every ridge and dip in her abs, and you adjust yourself so your clit can brush over her muscles and the sensation drives you crazy. “You feel so good, Nat. I love you so much.”

“Keep going, baby,” Natasha urges, panting as she watches you get off with her body. She raises her arms to hold you so you don’t fall off and you grip onto her powerful biceps, riding her harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you say, barely able to catch your breath as you near your peak. You’re literally slipping everywhere due to your own lubrication and Natasha can feel it collecting between the planes of her abs.

“Go on, baby,” Natasha says, rubbing firm circles on your thighs. 

You almost scream as you come undone, your juices spilling across your girlfriend’s abs. Natasha guides you to move slower and you eventually collapse on her chest, breathing heavily in her ear.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“You’re welcome.” Natasha wraps her strong arms around you, holding you close, as you snuggle into her chest and sigh happily.

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“Faster, baby,” Natasha begs as you thrust three fingers into her core at a rapid pace. Your thumb rubs her clit every time you push into her up to your knuckles, and her body trembles beneath you.

“Almost there?” you ask, your forearm feeling like it’s on fire.

Natasha bites her lip and nods, reaching up to grab your shoulders and pull you into her. She loves the feeling of your muscles against her breasts and stomach and rubs your abs as she nears her release.

Her walls clench around your fingers and her thighs spread further apart so you can penetrate her deeper. She moans your name over and over, arching into you and digging her nails into your hips.

“Fuck!” She tightens around you, soaking your fingers with her cum and you feel some of it splash against your abs. You look down at the small space between your bodies and see her cum squirting onto your stomach.

“Oh my God.” You’ve never seen her do this before. You pull out your fingers, wiping the cum off your abs and pushing your hand into her mouth, which she suckles obediently, moaning at her own taste. “Clean up that mess you made,” you demand.

Once she’s done, you slide down her body, kissing between her breasts and across her stomach, before settling between her legs again. You wrap each of your massive arms around her thighs, holding her apart as you dive in, lapping your tongue against her pussy until she’s squirming a second time.

“Please, please, please,” she chants, tearing at your hair and scratching your shoulders. You push your tongue into her as deep as you can, your nose pressing against her pubic mound, and Natasha practically screams as she cums again.

You let her ride out the high, but don’t remove your mouth from her sensitive core.

“Y/N,” she begs, trying to pull out of your iron grip but she is no match for your strength. “I’m too sensitive.”

“You can take one more, baby,” you purr, latching onto her clit and sucking rhythmically. Natasha’s head sinks into the pillows and her resistance stops for a moment. As your tongue enters her again, she twists and grabs onto your arms.

“Please, please, I can’t take it,” she moans, although her hips rocking against your mouth tell a different story.

“Yes, you can. You’re my good girl, aren’t you, Nat? Cum again and show me that you’re my good girl.”

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We all know that Beefy!Nat has huge hands, so she loves how small your tits (and basically any body part) feel in her hands.

She’ll hold onto them while you’re riding her abs, and brush her fingers over your nipples right as you’re about to cum, because that’s when she knows you’re most sensitive.

Sometimes, she’ll wake up with her face buried in your chest (not that either of you mind), and she’ll lick and suck and bite your breasts until you wake up (then she’ll flip you over like a pancake and fuck you until you can’t walk properly).

Even in public, Nat can’t stop herself from going up behind you and wrapping her arms around you so her arms are just under your tits and she can push them up to make your cleavage really pop. Then she’ll start thinking about kissing and biting them again, and you have to drag her to your bedroom before she undresses you in front of the others.

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Natasha’s eyes open sleepily and she finds herself resting on her side, her arms around you and one leg thrown over your waist. Her larger frame dwarfs yours, and since neither of you are wearing any clothes, her nose is pressed into the side of your bare breast. She sighs in content as she inhales your scent, holding you tighter in her muscular arms.

She watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest, her eyes focused on your breasts, her favorite body part of yours. Her hand trails over your stomach, cupping one of your breasts and kneading it lightly. You let out quiet moan and Natasha can’t help the grin that stretches her lips.

Carefully, she props herself up on her elbow, climbing to hover over you, your small waist bracketed between her muscular thighs. Natasha is careful not to rest too much of her bodyweight on you, as she could easily crush you, being almost twice your size.

She takes each of your breasts in one hand, noting how small they appear and she brushes her calloused fingers over your nipples. You whine louder but don’t wake up, your body shifting under hers and she rests on your thighs lightly to still you.

Natasha can feel her mouth watering in anticipation as she leans forward, sucking on your right nipple and earning herself a moan as you buck your hips into her abs. The inside of your thigh brushes Natasha’s cock, and the mere contact makes her want to hump you in your sleep. But she has other work to do first and holds herself back.

She quickly abandons your right nipple, kissing across the valley between your breasts to give some attention to your other nipple. When her hair grazes your stomach, the tickling sensation is enough to rouse you awake.

“Nat?” you croak, lifting your head to see your girlfriend suckling on your breasts. You reach out to squeeze her bicep to get her attention. “Good morning, baby.”

“Sorry to wake you up so early,” Natasha says, looking up at you for a moment before sucking a dark hickey on the top of your breast. You murmur your appreciation, running your hand through her tangled hair. 

“Keep going,” you urge, arching your back as she kisses the sensitive skin around your nipples. Once your breasts are shiny with Natasha’s spit, she moves from your chest to your throat, pressing her hard, muscular body against yours as she attacks your collarbone. Her cock rubs against your thigh, and it never surprises you how hard she gets just from playing with your breasts.

Your hands trail up her sides, tangling in her hair to pull her head away from your neck.

“You’re so hard,” you say, yanking her up to kiss you. Natasha puts up no resistance, and it makes your core throb to see her submissiveness. She could easily pin you down and dominate you, but she’s letting you be the one in control right now.

Her lips have the faintest taste of mint from her toothpaste the night before. You open your mouth to let her explore with her tongue, and are almost too distracted to notice Natasha’s right hand creeping down your body, her calloused fingers finding your clit and massaging it in tight circles.

You moan into her mouth, eager to return the favor and reaching for her thick cock, jerking it until the tip gleams. Natasha tries and fails to hide her excitement, panting against you and love the way she falls apart for you.

Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow, possibly the strongest woman in the world, is putty in your hands.  

Suddenly, Natasha can’t take anymore and wraps her arms under your legs, lifting you up and flipping you so she lies on the bed and you’re on top of her.

“What are you—” you ask, confused for a moment, until Natasha pulls you onto her hips and her cock bumps the sensitive area between your legs. “Oh.” You place your hands on her abs, your fingers digging into the curves of each muscle, and grind yourself on her slick cock.

Natasha watches as you lean back to position the head of her cock at your center and press down. Her thighs twitch as your walls suck her in, taking her full length all the way in.

“You feel so good,” she pants, her stomach flexing and her chest heaves for air. Her hands curl around your waist with enough strength to leave bruises instantly. “Fuck me, baby.” 

You start bouncing and Natasha thrusts her hips up to meet yours with a slapping noise, groaning as she sees her cock appear and disappear into your wet pussy. She flexes her abs until they resemble a washboard, sitting up to stare at your breasts now. You smirk as you see her attention shift and grab onto her shoulders, pulling her forward and smothering her face in your tits.

Natasha moans and your entire chest vibrates. Hers arm lock around your waist, preventing you from pulling away as she latches onto your nipples again. You buck your hips at the sensation, your pussy clenching harder around her cock. Normally, Natasha has enough stamina to last multiple rounds with you, but in her current position, she’s ready to blow any second.

You feel her lean, powerful body quivering beneath you, and she can’t even focus on your breasts anymore, dropping her head against your chest and panting.  

“Oh God…I’m…I’m gonna…” she splutters, unable to complete full sentences.

“Let go for me,” you whisper, and Natasha lets out a strangled groan, biting hard on your breast as she cums, her hips stuttering as she empties herself into you. You sigh at the gush of warmth, rocking until she’s too sensitive to continue. You climb off her cock and push her onto the pillows, resting on her chest.

Natasha feels your hard nipples rub her abs and hugs you closer, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

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Being an Avenger means Natasha has one of the most stressful jobs in the world, so when she comes home after missions, you do whatever you can to help her relax.

First, you’ll shower together, and it’s never easy for you to see the cuts and bruises along her perfect body. After you lather soap over her broad shoulders and arms, Natasha will stand behind you, resting her chin on your head, and just hold you as water cascades down your bodies. Her hands will trail up your stomach to cup your breasts, but there is nothing sexual about it.

After you rinse and dry off, you guide her to bed, both of you still naked, and lie down next to her. Your back curves against her front, and she wraps her strong arms around you, making you feel safe and comfortable. You guide her hands to your breasts, knowing that the intimate contact will help her sleep faster. When you hear her soft snores against your ear, you know you’ve done your job well.

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So…You and Nat attend a lot of parties together, and while your girlfriend is usually the center of attention, you attract a lot in your own right. Guys and girls come up to flirt with you, and while you’re polite in turning them away, Natasha is not.

She’ll come up behind you and hold onto your waist aggressively, sometimes pulling you against her so hard you can feel the bulge in her pants. 

In public, you can only calm her down with your words and touches (over the clothes), but you know the second you two get behind closed doors, she has her pants down and you on your knees.  

You take her cock in your mouth until your lips press against the skin of her hips, and every time you moan, it causes vibrations that have Nat’s eyes rolling to the back of her head. She grabs fistfuls of your hair to hold you in place as she fucks your throat, and her own moans sound more like growls.

But you can take every inch of her no problem, your fingers digging into her thighs to steady yourself. You can almost feel her heartbeat in your mouth and Natasha pounds into you harder the closer she gets to her release. 

When she finally loses control, you keep sucking until she practically has to pull you off her cock. You make sure to clean every drop, leaving her cock shiny with your spit. Her eyes darken as she watches you, and she scoops you up and carries you all the way back to your bedroom.

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Nat is so exhausted after the last mission she has to literally drag herself to your bedroom. You’re already asleep, lying on your back, spread out like a starfish. 

She drops her bag by the door and strips down to her bra and underwear, too tired to even shower. She climbs onto the bed and kneels between your open legs, slowly leaning forward until her head rests on your breasts like a pillow (because dropping straight down would probably crush you).

Her strong arms circle your waist and yours instinctively wrap around her back. Even though you don’t fully wake up, you sense her presence and the weight resting on you is comforting. 

Nat feels the same way; safe and relaxed with you. She nestles into you and falls asleep to the beating of your heart. 

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Being an Avenger means Natasha has one of the most stressful jobs in the world, so when she comes home after missions, you do whatever you can to help her relax.

First, you’ll shower together, and it’s never easy for you to see the cuts and bruises along her perfect body. After you lather soap over her broad shoulders and arms, Natasha will stand behind you, resting her chin on your head, and just hold you as water cascades down your bodies. Her hands will trail up your stomach to cup your breasts, but there is nothing sexual about it.

After you rinse and dry off, you guide her to bed, both of you still naked, and lie down next to her. Your back curves against her front, and she wraps her strong arms around you, making you feel safe and comfortable. You guide her hands to your breasts, knowing that the intimate contact will help her sleep faster. When you hear her soft snores against your ear, you know you’ve done your job well. 

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You decided for your birthday you were going to get your nipples pierced, but you weren’t sure if it was more of a present for yourself or your girlfriend. You knew how much Nat loved your boobs, so you were a little nervous to see her reaction to the new additions.

You didn’t think it was possible, but Nat loved them even more with the piercings.

Once they heal, Nat keeps finding excuses to touch them, even more than before. You also find that your breasts are much more sensitive now, something that Natasha takes full advantage of. 

While you have her muscled thigh between your legs one day, furiously rubbing your clit against her hard flesh, Natasha trails her hands up your torso. Her fingers circle your nipples, tugging gently on the piercings and you arch your back while panting.

The control Nat has over you is intoxicating. You grind harder until you release a gush of cum over her thigh, but she keeps pulling on your nipple piercings, urging you to keep moving until you fall over the edge again.

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You love movie nights with your girlfriend. Both of you will be cuddled up on the couch, a blanket over your laps with a bowl of popcorn. You’ll rest your arm over Nat’s shoulder and she’ll put her hand on your thigh, sometimes squeezing the muscle there to see what your reaction is. 

Depending on the movie, you’ll ignore her at first, but you won’t let her be too needy for long. Without taking your eyes off the screen, you’ll reach over and slip off Natasha’s shorts, then lifting your butt off the couch so she can return the favor and pull yours down to your knees. 

You pick her up easily with your strong arms and pull her on top of you, still facing the TV screen. Natasha easily slides onto the strap jutting from between your legs, and she sighs in relief once you’re inside of her. You keep your hands on her waist firmly, not letting her grind or move for a few minutes while you continue watching the movie.

Sometimes, Natasha will whine with need, causing you to squeeze her hips in warning. She spreads her legs further to hold onto your muscular thighs, trying to encourage you to thrust into her. Eventually, you give in and start bouncing a little. Natasha moans, throwing her head back.

Her hands move from your thighs to grab onto your arm, or reach around your back, as she finds something solid to anchor to.

“Keep watching the movie, baby,” you whisper as you continue thrusting. 

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First of all, Nat’s hands are huge compared to yours. Her veins always pop and you love tracing them all the way up her arm (especially the one in her bicep). She also has a lot of callouses on her palms from working out, but her touch is always so soft when she holds your hand (or other body parts) that you hardly notice.

Nat always insists on being gentle with you during sex. Since she’s so much bigger and stronger than you, she’s afraid to accidentally hurt you. But eventually, you convince her that you can handle her being a little rougher, and she’ll do anything to make you happy.

The first time you asked her to put her hand around her neck, she was a little hesitant, but she went feral after she saw how well your neck fit in your hand. And then when she would squeeze just enough to cut off your air? She definitely doesn’t ask permission to do that anymore. (But you know if you ask her to stop or ease up even once she’ll listen immediately.)

After she fingers you to an orgasm, she puts her fingers in your mouth and you suck on them obediently, and she pushes them in deeper to see if you can handle it. You encourage her by bobbing your head, and soon enough, you’re almost choking on her fingers, but you love it. You might accidentally bite her fingers as you try to close your mouth around them, but Nat knows you’re just trying to be a good girl for her. 

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When Natasha finds you lying on the couch fiddling with your phone, her first instinct is to lie on top of you, somehow without squashing you, and resting her head on your chest like your boobs are her personal pillow. Then she’ll pass the time playing video games on the television while you watch her and stroke her hair (or her muscles, she knows you love both). 

Sometimes when Nat is at her desk doing paperwork, you’ll come in to her office and sit on her lap (you can’t help your attraction to her muscular thighs). She’ll hug you with one arm wrapped snugly around your breasts while the other continues to do paperwork (or maybe it’ll find its way down your pants, you never know with Nat).

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A black Corvette Stingray pulls into your shop one day, and it’s almost as beautiful as the woman who steps out of it. A busty redheaded woman with pale, creamy skin, and gorgeous green eyes that can’t seem to stop roaming over your own body.

Wait, what?

Natasha saw you working under the hood of a car when she drove into your garage. The muscles in your arms flexed deliciously as you cranked a wrench, and your white tank top was almost see-through with sweat. You wiped your forehead, smearing oil across your face, but you backed away from the car with a grin, happy with your work. 

Then you see Natasha step out of her car, and the sparks fly. You walk over, not-so-subtly trying to scrub the grease and oil off your hands and arms. The woman introduces herself as Natasha and says she came here for an oil change, but after seeing you, she’s interested in a different service.

So that’s how you end up pinning Natasha to the hood of her Corvette, your fingers knuckle deep inside of her as she whimpers and moans for you. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you until you’re almost lying on top of her. Your tank top lies in shreds somewhere on the floor, and Natasha drools as she watches the muscles in your arm and chest flex as you thrust harder into her.

She squirts all over your abs, then pulls you over her so she can lick her own cum off your stomach. After she puts her hand down your pants to return the favor, you close up shop for the day and drive her to your apartment in her Corvette. You crash on the couch with her and she snuggles into you possessively, resting her head on your chest and falling asleep.

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Natasha fidgets in the chair as you finish tying the last restraint around her ankle. You warn her to stop moving or she’ll be punished, and she sighs but doesn’t move.

You turn around to grab the Fleshlight from the dresser, squirting a generous amount of lube into the toy and approaching your girlfriend with it in hand. Natasha’s entire body heaves in anticipation as she watches you get on your knees and reach for her cock. 

You remind her to be a good girl and slip the toy around her cock. Natasha tenses as the ridges and grooves inside the Fleshlight press against her member in a tight grip. It’s not as warm and nice as it is inside you, but she’s still not complaining.

You hold the toy in place and tell Nat to start thrusting, which she does obediently. You hear the wet noises of her cock in the Fleshlight and a jolt of arousal hits your own core, but you won’t be tempted so easily. 

Even though Natasha’s legs are tied to the chair, she is still able to jerk her hips up powerfully so she can bury her cock entirely into the toy. Her abs twitch and flex as she nears her release. 

But then you remind her that she’s not allowed to cum into the Fleshlight. Only you. She whines, but makes the colossal effort to stop thrusting, afraid to disobey you and fall over the edge. 

But you won’t make it so easy for her either, and start pumping the toy over her cock when she doesn’t move herself. Natasha whimpers and moans, trying to pull away in the chair as the continued stimulation threatens to make her burst.

Right as she’s about to lose control, which you sense, you remove her cock from the Fleshlight and swing your leg over her waist to replace the fake pussy with your own, and let your good girl cum inside of you like she deserves.

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Natasha grunts as she thrusts wildly into your mouth, her strong hands tangled in your hair to hold you in place. Your hands wrap around to rest on her ass, fingernails digging into her muscular flesh as your mouth engulfs her thick cock all the way to the base.

You feel the pounding as she nears her release, your tongue tracing over the veins and Natasha moans even louder. She looks down at you, panting, loving the sight of you with your cheeks bulged out as you try to take in her whole cock. 

She pulls out of your mouth, inviting you to lie on the bed and she straddles your waist. She is careful not to rest too much of her weight on you and leans forward to press your breasts together, pushing her cock slicked with your saliva between them. 

Natasha throws her head back, the stimulation almost too much. She takes your hands and has you hold your own breasts together as she pumps her cock between them. Natasha steadies herself with one hand on either side of your head, panting as she exerts herself.

You can’t understand a single word that comes out of her mouth as she tries to voice her pleasure but fails. You watch her abdomen flex as she thrusts faster, her powerful thighs trembling in anticipation of her release. 

Finally, she leans back and cum shoots out of her cock, landing all over your chest and neck. 

“Fuck, baby, that was so good,” she murmurs, admiring your breasts covered in her seed. “I love you so much.” She dips her head to kiss you softly, and you feel her cock twitch against your chest once more. 

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You’re already in bed when Natasha slides between the sheets to join you, pressing her back against your front so you can wrap your muscular arms around her protectively to cuddle. 

Her bare butt rubs against your cock, causing it to thicken, but you know Nat’s tired from her work day. Instead, you brush aside her hair to kiss her neck and the sensitive spot below her ear as she squirms in your arms. 

Natasha’s hand comes up to cup the back of your head and angle it down into a soft kiss. You love this woman so much you don’t even know how to tell her. So, you decide to show her. 

You pull her leg up just enough for you to slide your cock through her folds, testing her wetness. After a few minutes of teasing Natasha with your fingers and the tip of your cock, you’re able to push yourself into her core, moaning at the slick tightness of her walls gripping you. 

You don’t give her much time to adjust as your hands anchor onto her hips, holding her firmly in place as you begin to thrust aggressively into her body. Natasha twists and whimpers in your grip, not from pain but pleasure, as bottom yourself out with every thrust. You pant in her ear, trying and failing to form words as your cock throbs from the stimulation she gives you.

Natasha wants you to destroy her; she wants you to rip her in half, even. 

You pump your hips as hard as you can, and the only reason she doesn’t go bouncing off the bed is because you’re holding her against you. With a roar, you unleash your load into her, then reach around to rub her clit until she cums too. 

She can’t walk properly the next morning, but she wouldn’t have it any other way with you.

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For Nat’s birthday, you get her a shirt that says “I love my girlfriend’s tits.” Her face goes beet red when she sees it, and you swear it was only a joke because you know she would never actually wear it.

So, to say you’re surprised when you come out to the kitchen one day, where Natasha is eating breakfast with the other Avengers, wearing that shirt, would be an understatement. Natasha greets you with a grin as your eyes are glued to the shirt and she waves you over to sit on her lap while you steal the last bit of her breakfast.

Her co-workers are familiar with your relationship dynamic, and while not all of them are completely comfortable with it, no one says anything.

She’s patient enough to keep her arms around your waist only, but you know she would be groping you the second the two of you went back into private.

Later, you’re doing laundry and you can’t seem to find any of your bras. Even in the dresser drawer, Nat’s are all stacked neatly on her side but your side is just socks and panties. You’re pretty sure this is Natasha’s doing so you don’t think much of it and move along.

Sure enough, when Natasha comes back from work, she practically tackles you to the floor, one of her big, rough hands snaking under your shirt and closing around one of your breasts. You giggle and try to push her away, but you’re no match as she growls and brings you closer. 

“No bra today, honey?” she asks, kissing your neck. “Naughty girl. I’ll have to punish you for that.”

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You love cooking for your girlfriend, but you find yourself quite limited due to the extensive diet she follows. But you do your best, spending hours researching healthy alternatives and recipes to make sure Natasha gets all the nutrients she needs.

You’re stirring ground beef in a pot when Natasha comes to join you. She stands behind you, wrapping her burly arms around you and pressing her front to your back. You feel the bulge in her pants poke against the small of your back and she hums into your hair.

One of your hands come up to rest on her forearm, stroking it gently and marveling at how soft her skin was despite the solid muscle underneath. The strength they held–enough to pin you against the wall, or piston her long fingers knuckle-deep into your pussy–

You instinctively push back against Natasha, rubbing your butt against her clothed cock. You hear her chuckle, which breaks you out of your filthy thoughts, and you turn to hide your blushing face in her boobs.  

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You love your girlfriend so much and you want to take the next step in your relationship, but to say you’re nervous to is an understatement. Not that you’re unsure you’ll be able to please her, you just don’t want to accidentally hurt her.

Natasha is so much smaller than you, and you have strength that rivals Steve Rogers’s. If you were to lose control even for a second, the consequences could be devastating. But Natasha loves you too and has complete trust that you would never hurt her.

The first time you two decide to finally have sex, you are extra careful when you carry Natasha to bed. After you remove your clothes, you lie down first and let her sit on top of you, afraid that your heavier weight will crush her.

Natasha has never seen you naked before, and she is excited to finally see and touch your muscles you’ve spent countless hours perfecting in the gym. You patiently wait as she runs her hands up your arms and down your chest and over your abs.

Once she’s done, you spread her legs and let her rest on your hips, your calloused fingers finding her clit and rubbing it gently. Natasha moans and rocks against you. Eventually, you slip a finger into her wet heat, then two. You watch her reactions, just in case she gives an indication that you’re being too rough, but she grabs onto your arm and demands you to thrust harder.

You obey, grunting as she tightens around your fingers and cums all over your stomach. Next time, you promise not to be so gentle with her.

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You’re still fast asleep when Natasha wakes up, bothered by the arousal pulsing at her core. She pushes the blankets off herself and you, taking a moment to appreciate the glory of your naked body.

Your powerful arms and shoulders look like they were sculpted by God himself. Your chest and abs are chiseled to the extreme, and despite their strength, Natasha knows how lovely they are for her to sit and grind on. Your legs are stacks of muscle and from her experience, are perfect for Natasha to hold onto when she’s riding you.

Natasha can’t help herself from climbing onto your waist, holding her breath to see if you’ll wake up. She rests her hands on your abs, running them across the sharply defined sections, and even in the dark she can easily find the throbbing vein below your bellybutton that leads down to the area between your legs.

She scoots herself forward and lowers her bare pussy against your abs, making sure to angle herself so her clit bumps against every muscle as she grinds back and forth. Her wetness coats your entire stomach and she moans softly in pleasure.

Eventually, the movements cause you to wake up, and you feel the weight of Natasha resting on your stomach and hear her moans. Instinctively, your hands anchor onto her thighs and you flex your abs to harden the surface she’s grinding on. She moans in appreciation, rubbing your chest and biceps, until she’s had enough stimulation to finish.

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You’ve always been proud of your size, and you especially love how much bigger you are than your girlfriend, Natasha. Despite her own abilities as the famous Black Widow, you completely dwarf her, and nothing makes you happier to know how easily you can pick her up or how adorable she looks wearing one of your T-shirts or hoodies.

Natasha loves curling up on you whether you’re lying on the couch or bed, and she feels so safe when you wrap your powerful arms around her and let her tuck her head against your chest.

Even though she can probably protect herself and you better than you could, she still doesn’t leave your side in public and likes it when you’re waiting in the checkout line at a grocery store and you instinctively stand behind her with your hands on her waist.

And in the bedroom, you’re free to be as rough with Natasha as she wants. She can never decide what she enjoys more–your long fingers pumping into her core or your large hand wrapping entirely around her throat. She loves to squirm underneath your bigger body with whatever sinful acts you’re doing to her, and rake her nails down your broad back as she shivers in pleasure.

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It’s a rare sight for Natasha to be on her back, squirming with your head in between her legs, your mouth hot and wet against her core as you slide your tongue through her folds. Her hand yanks roughly at your hair when your lips close around her clit and she moans in satisfaction.

She starts to buck her hips when you increase the suction around her clit and you place one hand on her rippling abs to push her down.

“Fuck, sorry, baby,” Natasha apologizes, trying to ground herself, but she can’t help herself when you make her feel so good. You love seeing your big, bad girlfriend lose control, so you don’t mind at all.

As you push your tongue deeper, her thick thighs squeeze around your head, which is a slight cause for concern because you’ve seen what she can do with watermelons.

You brace yourself by hooking an arm around each thigh, just enough so can push back in case Nat can’t stop herself, but otherwise, you enjoy the pressure of her thighs on your cheeks as you eat her out to an earth-shattering orgasm.

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Moving to Norway was a huge change, but you were glad you got to do it with your girlfriend. Your cabin doesn’t have the same luxuries, like heating and reliable running water, as you would on the grid, but the two of you make it work.

Natasha is out chopping firewood and you watch her from the porch with a mug of hot coffee. You had offered to help, but she insisted she needed the workout and didn’t want you accidentally hurting yourself with the ax. You didn’t protest–now you had a great show all to yourself.

Natasha lifts the heavy ax over her head and swings it down at a block of wood. Her forearms flex like beams of steel, her biceps bulging. She kicks the pieces of wood to the side, then replaces a fresh one on the chopping block. Sweat collects at her collarbone, sliding down the center of her chest.

You wipe at your mouth quickly to hide your drool.

After cutting a few more pieces of wood, Natasha lifts the bottom of her shirt to wipe her sweaty face, revealing her six-pack abs and you clutch onto the armrests of your chair, trying not to fall over. Even though you’re quite a distance away, you can still see the prominent vein on her stomach that disappears behind the waistband of her sweats and you lick your lips.

Natasha sees you and laughs, deciding to tease you by stripping off her shirt entirely, putting her sculpted torso on full display.

You picture pinning her to the bed, her abs between your legs as you ride and use her body to reach a satisfying orgasm. Or maybe you would use one of her muscular thighs. Or better yet, her thick cock that you would gladly put in any of your holes.

You’re cut out of your thoughts when a shadow looms over you suddenly. Natasha offers you a hand and yanks you out of the chair, kissing you hard on the lips before pushing you into the house. She bends you over the counter, her hand yanking down your shorts and panties and lifting your hips so she can thrust her hard cock into you. You whimper and moan as she fills you at a rough pace.

After you’ve cum several times, Natasha makes you suck your slick off her cock, causing her to cum down your throat and you swallow all of it. She carries you to the bedroom for a warm bath. She gets in the tub with you, and you take turns cleaning each other before drying off and going to bed for a nap.

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The two of you are out on a road trip to see Clint’s family, but you’re forced to make an impromptu pit stop when Natasha cannot keep her hands off of you.

You pull into an empty lot off the freeway, dragging Natasha into the backseat and climbing on top of her. You free the strap in your jeans as you fumble with the zipper on her pants, your fingers brushing over the wet patch on her panties.

Natasha grabs the collar of your jacket and yanks you down into a smoldering kiss as her hips jerk up to make contact with your strap.

“You’re so fucking needy,” you whisper, pulling her panties off as she wraps her legs around your back. “We can’t even go twenty miles without you needing me to fill you up.”

Natasha moans as your strap brushes her center, quickly becoming slick with her juices. You don’t even know why she’s so horny right now, but you know you’ll be able to take of it quickly.  

You shove your whole strap into her in one move as she throws her head back and moans. Thrusting into your girlfriend rapidly, you wrap your arms under hers to prevent her from bouncing across the backseat. The windows start to fog up and you grunt every time the strap hits your own clit.

Fortunately, Natasha needs little stimulation before she’s tightening around your strap and your thrusts become sloppy and uneven. She bites on your collarbone and you feel her cum run down your own thighs.

“Happy?” you ask, pulling out your strap as she lays there, panting and coming down from her high.

“One more time?” she asks shyly, and you don’t hesitate to dive between her legs again.  

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When Natasha tells you she’s never had sex before, you’re a little surprised but you don’t dwell on it. You’re determined to make her first time special, and you don’t want her to be nervous.

After a nice home-cooked dinner, you take Natasha back to your bedroom and begin to undress. She follows your lead with some hesitance, but you assure her and she finally takes off her boxers.

You tell Nat she’s beautiful and she lies down on your bed with you on top of her. You lean forward and kiss her until your head spins and you feel her hardening cock poke against your belly. Natasha humps into you instinctively, her hands resting on your butt and squeezing gently.

“You ready?” you ask, lifting yourself enough to line up the head of her cock with your opening.

“Yes,” Natasha says, biting onto her lip as you lower yourself and all she feels is molten heat around her cock. Immediately, she knows she won’t last long–your walls clench around her perfectly and a moan tears out of her chest as you slowly rock your hips back and forth.

Natasha chants your name as she thrusts into you, her entire body tightening. As much as she wants you to enjoy this, she isn’t prepared for her good you make her feel, and abruptly loses control.

Hot cum fills your channel until you feel it drip down your thighs.

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry,” Natasha apologizes, her face as red as her hair as you climb off her soft cock. She barely lasted a minute; she wants to hide in the pillows and never see you again.

“It’s okay, baby,” you assure, lying down next to her, already satisfied enough with her seed in your belly. “We’ll try again when you’re ready.”

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You’re reeling, and you’re not sure if it’s from grief or anger. Your girlfriend of two years just left you for a robot. Were you that inattentive to her needs? Were you that bad in bed?

You mope around the Tower, not even sure what to do with yourself. After a pathetic meal of a microwaved TV dinner, you head back to your room, where Natasha Romanoff stops you in the hallway.

“I heard about you and Wanda,” she says, and you flinch at the sound of your ex’s name. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you say.

“She’s really missing out.” Natasha moves so she has you pinned between the wall and her body.

“Huh?” you ask stupidly, as she stands on her tiptoes so her lips are almost on yours. You feel her hands grab your crotch. “Nat, what are you–”

“Tell me to stop,” she says, pressing her lips to your cheek. Your skin burns hot at the contact and you feel the blood rush to your groin as Natasha undoes your zipper and starts rubbing you over your underwear. “Wanda didn’t deserve you. I’ll make you forget all about her.”

“Natasha,” you sigh, as her hand slips past your boxers and wraps around your cock. She strokes you a few times, before dropping to her knees. You never pictured you’d get to see the Black Widow looking up at you, waiting for your permission to give you a blowjob, but all thoughts of your ex disappear from your mind.

You grab a handful of Natasha’s hair, jerking her closer until she can take your cock in her perfect mouth and start sucking.

Already, she was ten times better than your ex.

You moan, bucking your hips to thrust yourself deeper into her mouth. You can’t even keep your eyes open when she pulls back to suck on your head before taking all of you back in again.

“Oh, fuck, Nat,” you pant, embarrassed that you’re about to cum so soon, but it really speaks testaments to her abilities. “Let me pull out, I’m gonna cum–”

Natasha mumbles something you can’t understand, but digs her fingers into your butt to hold you against her. Your hips jerk as you shoot your load down her throat. She swallows it all, wiping her lips before standing back up and kissing you hard.

“Bed,” you growl, taking her hand and dragging her down to your room. You can’t wait to return the favor.

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You can’t keep track of how many meetings you attend or people you shake hands with, but you put on a smile and do your due diligence as the company’s CEO. You don’t remember a single name or face, until you meet her.

Long red hair, supple breasts, pale legs extended from the shortest black skirt (if it could even be considered that), and a gleaming wedding band wrapped around her finger. Her name is Natasha, and she identifies herself as the wife of one of your co-workers.

But you don’t miss the way her eyes travel up your exposed forearms, the muscles highlighted by your sleeves rolled up to to your elbows. She bites her lip while taking in your athletic form filling out your clothes, and finds an excuse to come back to your office, alone, before the day is over.

“You lost, ma’am?” you tease, as she comes up to your desk, swaying her hips seductively.

“No. I’m exactly where I want to be,” she says. Natasha leans forward to rest her arms on your desk, her breasts ready to pop out of her half-buttoned shirt.

You lick your lips, eager to completely devour her and claim her as your own.

“There’s no going back,” you warn, getting up and loosening your tie.

“I’ve been looking for an excuse to leave my pathetic husband for a while now,” Natasha says, turning around to look up at you as you tower over her. “You seem like the perfect one.”

She grabs onto your arms and directs your hands to rest on her hips. You squeeze softly and she moans she runs her hands up your chest to pull apart the buttons of your shirt. When she yanks you down into a searing kiss, her warm tongue pushing into your mouth, something inside of you snaps.

You pick her up effortlessly, placing her on your desk and rolling your body against hers. Natasha somehow works the shirt off your shoulders, her fingers digging into your well-developed trap muscles. You completely tear off her skirt, not bothering with zippers or clasps, and she gasps at your show of strength.

Pulling down her panties, your fingers brush the wetness between her legs, smiling at how slick she already is. Natasha begs for your fingers, but you continue to tease her, your hard abdomen rubbing against her softer stomach.

Finally, you push your finger into her center, and she sighs in relief. Your thumb finds her clit and she clenches tightly around your finger as you start to thrust.

“More,” Natasha demands, clawing at your back as you slide a second finger into her. She reaches her first orgasm quickly, her back arching as she gushes around your fingers.

Trying to catch her breath, Natasha doesn’t even notice you slide down her body until she feels your mouth against her center, lapping up her juices and tonguing her. Her hands tangle in your hair and she squeezes your face with her thighs as you continue working on her.

Her second orgasm is even harder than her first, and she tries pulling your head away, but your strong hands hold her legs wide open as you suction your lips around her slippery clit until she’s practically crying for you to stop.

She cums again almost immediately after her second orgasm, her entire body squirming on your desk, her eyes rolling in her head. She feels too overwhelmed to even move, trembling until you finally release her, crawling up to kiss her and let her taste yourself on your tongue.

“My turn,” Natasha whispers, her fingers reaching for the button on your pants.

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The first and only time it happens, you’re on all fours, Nat’s massive body hot and heavy against yours as she pounds into you at a relentless pace. Her hands squeeze your hips as she fills you, her thighs slapping against your butt with every thrust.

“Nat,” you whimper, reaching back to claw at her hand.

“I’m almost there, baby. You feel so good,” Nat moans, her nails digging into your flesh and you yelp in pain now.

“Nat, stop.”

“Huh?” It takes a moment for her to understand you, her focus almost entirely concentrated on the tightness wrapped around her cock.

“Stop!”

Nat pauses mid-thrust, suddenly realizing that she’s hurting you. “Oh my God, oh my God, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” she says as she pulls out and scrambles to get away from you.

You turn onto your back, reaching out for her tearfully. She was too rough with you today, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want her. Nat hesitantly returns to bed and you throw yourself into her arms, snuggling against her chest and appreciating her warmth.

Nat continues to apologize, but you aren’t upset with her. She says she never meant to hurt you, and you believe her. After some cuddling, she carries you to the shower and the two of you get clean before returning to bed. Natasha lets you lie on her so you can listen to her heartbeat while she strokes your hair and promises to never hurt you again.

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Natasha never liked the beach. She hated the water, the sand, the sun. The only reason she was going because Yelena wanted to take Fanny, but she knew she was not going to enjoy one second of it.

That is, until she was walking by the lifeguard tower, tripping over her flip flops and squinting against the sun, and saw you sitting in the red chair. You have on a white tank top and red shorts, a pair of silver aviators balanced on the edge of your nose. While your clothing is basic for a lifeguard, what really catches Natasha’s attention is your body.

You look like you stepped off the pages of a science book, the perfect model of musculature a human could possibly possess. Your upper body is ridiculously toned and broad, and Natasha can see the lines of every muscle even at her distance. Although your stomach is covered by a shirt, she knows you’re hiding an incredibly defined six-pack, and your enormous thighs highlight your dedication to leg day.

Natasha is pulled away from her staring by her sister, but insists they set up  their picnic close to the lifeguard tower. When Yelena catches her making googly eyes in your direction, she understands immediately and shakes her head at how easily her sister had fallen for you.

Now, Natasha would much rather get your attention than play in the water, so she makes a big show about letting Yelena apply sunscreen to her back before lying down to tan in the sun. She has no idea if you’re even watching her through your reflective sunglasses, but she won’t give up. Maybe she’ll even try to make a move before they leave the beach, she’s already so desperate for you.

A few hours later, though, Natasha definitely catches your attention when she goes into the water after Fanny, but accidentally gets caught in a rip current. Little did she know, you had been watching her since her arrival, and through your binoculars, you see her disappear under a wave and leap into action.

With your co-workers on the phone with 911, you dive into the water with a rubber float tucked under your arm. Your powerful arms cut through the water with ease and you reach Natasha quickly, throwing her the float and paddling closer to her.

“Thanks!” she splutters, coughing up sea water as she clings to the float with her life.

“No problem!” you reply.

Natasha brushes her wet hair out of her eyes and realizes who her savior was. Despite the amount of water she swallowed, her throat is dry and she feels awkward. “How…How did you know I was out here?”

“I was watching you,” you say, not realizing the intention behind your words. “Come on, let’s get back to shore.”

You unravel the rope attached to the buoy device and all but drag Natasha back to the beach, where her sister (and a dog) frantically wait. Once your feet touch the slope of the shore, you turn to pick Natasha up, easily carrying her the rest of the way. In your arms, she feels safe and warm. You put her down by her sister, and an ambulance pulls up to make sure she’s okay.

You retreat to your lifeguard tower, taking off your tank top to properly towel yourself off, when someone timidly taps on your shoulder. You turn and find the redhead standing behind you.

“Hey,” she says. “Thank you for saving me out there.”

“Don’t worry. I was just doing my job.”  

Natasha has to force herself to keep eye contact with you. Your body is ridiculously distracting, now that you’re not wearing a shirt.

“I’m Natasha, by the way,” she says, offering a hand.

“Y/N.”

Natasha gives up, her eyes roaming down your chest and abs. You literally take her breath away, and she wonders how good you are in bed. There’s only one way to find out.

“I wish there was some way I could thank you for saving my life,” she says.

“I get off work at five,” you say. “Maybe you can show me then?”

Natasha comes closer to you, resting her hand on your stomach, brushing across the muscles there. “I would love that.”

Somehow, Natasha convinces Yelena to stay out for an extra hour and hang out on the boardwalk with Fanny, so she has the hotel room for herself.

And you.

Fifteen minutes after five, she hears a knock at the door and opens it excitedly, finding you standing there.

You barely had time to jump into the shower to rinse off the salty seawater smell before rushing to her hotel room, but Natasha grabs a handful of your tank top and drags you in.

She eagerly strips off her shirt, then yours, moaning as she presses her naked body against yours. Your skin is warm and soft, but your muscles are hard and unyielding. You carry her to the bed, lying her down and kissing her as you remove her shorts.

Your fingertips brushed the wetness between her legs, and Natasha whines for you while digging her nails into your back to pull herself into you. You push two fingers into her with little resistance, fighting your own moan as she swallows you up greedily, her walls clenching around you.

Your forearm flexes as you pound into her roughly. Natasha clings to you with her head thrown back, her moans echoing in the hotel room. Her hands fall from your back to your biceps, gripping onto your muscles until she leaves half-moon marks in your flesh.

Brushing her clit with your thumb, you quickly take Natasha to her peak, but don’t stop there. She squirms and moans, her thighs trembling from overstimulation, as you keep pistoning into her heat. But she has no intention of telling you to stop, as she falls over the edge again, her cum staining the sheets now.

You slide down to attach your mouth to your core to bring her to a third orgasm and counting, reveling in the sweet taste of her cum and eagerly searching for more.

Natasha can’t remember her name, or even yours at this point, but she does know one thing: you’re just as good in bed as she thought you would be.

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You loved going to the beach to Natasha because 1) she never looked hotter than she did in a bikini and 2) you liked making people jealous that she belonged to you and not them.

After you find a nice spot in the sand, Natasha lays the towel down and crawls onto it on her stomach to bask in the sun. All stretched out, she reminds you of a lioness with a red mane, her body lithe but muscular, scars cutting across her back, arms and legs. 

As you unpack the picnic bag, you eyes drift to her toned butt, which you have the sudden urge to bite, but hold back only because you’re in public. You take out the bottle of sunscreen, reminded that Natasha hasn’t bothered to put any on.

“Hey, Nat,” you call. “Did you put on any sunscreen?”

“Nope!”

“Why not? You don’t want to get a sunburn.”

“I’m trying to tan,” she says. 

“You can still tan safely.” You don’t bother arguing with her and swing one leg over her waist, straddling her muscular thighs with the sunscreen in your hand. You squirt a generous-sized dollop into your palm and start with her broad shoulders, trying not to drool as you massage in the lotion. 

You move down her back, tenderly tracing the starburst of a scar on her lower back where Bucky had shot her while serving as the Winter Soldier. Before you apply the lotion, you lean over to kiss the scar, noticing the way she shudders to the touch of your lips. You scrape your teeth over the dimples in her back, following the curve of her butt, before she reaches behind her and pats your arm to stop you.

“Not here,” she says, and you grudgingly pull away. However, now you’ve gotten her going and she doesn’t want to hang around for much more suntanning when she can destroy you in the backseat of the car.

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Natasha leaps into your arms and you wrap your arms around her tightly, crushing her against your chest and inhaling her scent that you would never forget. She cries into your neck, unable to believe that you’re back after five long years.

You promise to never leave her again.

She takes you back to the Avengers Tower (which had been remodeled and upgraded in your absence) to her bedroom, desperate for some alone time with you. Before you can even speak, she removes your clothes and pushes you back onto her bed.

“I waited for you,” she whispers, rolling her naked hips against yours. Your cock hardens almost instantly, and she moans at the contact. She had gone five years without you; she’s ready to blow almost instantly.

“Thank you for waiting,” you sigh when you feel her wetness coat your cock.

“Please make me yours again,” Natasha begs.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. I’m not going anywhere.” You place your hands on her hips to adjust the angle so you can slip easily into her. Natasha moans as she stretches around you, and her silky walls grip onto you with desperation.

It only takes a few deep thrusts for Natasha to cum, and her cheeks redden because she didn’t last very long. But you kiss her softly and remind her that she will always be your good girl, and that you’re so thankful she waited for you–even if she had no idea if you were ever coming back.

You switch positions with her, pinning her to the bed burying yourself within her again.

“I want to feel you cum inside of me,” Natasha says.

“Let me get there,” you promise. You rock your hips gently, making love to your girlfriend slowly. Natasha squirms when you brush your cock against her clit, and just as she comes undone again, you orgasm hard and pump your cum deep into her womb.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Natasha chants, as she feels your warmth paint her walls. You collapse onto her, and she wraps her arms around your back, holding you as if she could lose you again.

“Never,” you whisper. “I’ll never leave you, Nat.”

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Nat has fought alongside supersoldiers and gods–so how in the world did she end up on the floor underneath you with her hands above her head and your leg in between hers?

Then her eyes drift to your chest, where your breasts are held snugly in your tiny sports bra, and her question is answered.

“You wore that on purpose,” she pouts, trying to move her arms but you use all your strength to keep her arms pinned. You knew she wouldn’t have to try very hard to break free, but that’s not her goal right now. 

You feel her heat through her shorts against your thigh, and rub your leg up and down experimentally, grinning when she moans. 

“Please, baby,” Nat begs, and it never surprises you how shamelessly desperate she gets whenever you’re on top of her. 

“Please what?” you ask.

Nat’s chest heaves and you watch the single droplet of sweat that slides down from her collarbone. “Please fuck me,” she whispers.

“Here? In this dirty gym on this filthy mat?” You let go of her hands to undo the tie on her shorts. “You’re such a slut for me.” Natasha hums when your hand slips into her panties. “You better cum when I tell you to.” 

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If Nat doesn’t fall asleep right away, she’ll insist you shower together (which may or may not lead to more sex), and then she’ll cuddle with you in bed while you watch your favorite TV show together. And despite all her muscles, she’s actually very comfortable to fall asleep on, and she makes you feel so safe and warm.   

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Obviously, Nat is extremely proud of her body (and she has every right to be). She especially loves working out her arms and legs, so that’s what she’s most proud to show off. She’ll strut around in a tank top and shorts at every available opportunity, and she loves catching you staring at her across the room.

Her favorite body part of yours? Boobs. Enough said. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Nat is obsessed with making you cum. It doesn’t matter if it’s with her fingers or mouth, or if you ride her until you’re dripping everywhere. She loves how sweet you taste and will do anything to help you reach your high.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She loves being tied up. For her to be powerless and at your mercy drives her wild, and she especially loves seeing your dominant side come out.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Nat is very experienced in knowing how to make you cum, but is surprisingly less familiar with her own body, since she’s so used to using it for others’ pleasure. But you’ve been able to help her understand what makes her feel good and she adores how patient and gentle you are with her.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Nat loves it when you’re on top of her, riding her abs or thighs or face.  

But if she’s on top, she likes having you on your hands and knees while she rails you from behind, her thighs slapping against your butt with every thrust.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

In the beginning, Nat treated sex like a tactical operation, the goal being to get you to cum, but over time learned how to relax and enjoy herself. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nat has a little bit of a patch, but you swear it’s the hottest thing ever when she takes off her shirt and you can see the happy trail disappearing into her shorts. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Natasha will always remind you how much she loves and trusts you. She also checks in a lot to make sure you’re comfortable and that whatever she’s doing isn’t hurting you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Nat isn’t the biggest fan of masturbation, so she’ll usually only do it if she’s away from you on a long mission. She has dirty pictures of you in her phone that she’ll use, or she’ll call you for phone sex to help her get off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Nat loves being bigger than you and she loves it when you worship her muscles. She’s also into rougher sex, and loves it when you leave scratches on her back or bite marks on her shoulders and chest. The next day, she’ll purposely wear a tank top so everyone can see that she belongs to you. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Definitely the bedroom, mostly because Nat respects your privacy and doesn’t want to have sex in a place where you two can be easily seen. However, she doesn’t mind when you walk in on her in the gym (when she’s alone) and ask her to fuck you on the bench press. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Pretty much anything that has to do with her muscles, like touching them or telling her how impressive they are, turns Nat into feral mode immediately. Also, grinding on any part of her body is like flipping a switch.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Of all the things you’ve asked Natasha to do, the one thing she won’t do is hit you. It’s not that she doesn’t trust herself not to hurt you, it just feels completely wrong and she refuses to treat you like that in the bedroom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Nat is addicted to your taste, and she loves the feeling of your thighs closing around her head almost as much as you do with hers. She enjoys giving more than receiving, but some of her own best orgasms were from you eating her out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Nat will go at whatever pace you tell her to, but if it’s up to her, she likes to be fast and rough. She’s not always so patient and wants you to cum as soon as possible. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She knows how to have you undone in just a few minutes, so she doesn’t mind taking you aside to a private room during one of Tony’s extravagant parties if you’re feeling needy. 

Sometimes, other people will flirt with you at these parties, which Natasha can’t stand, so she’ll whisk you away to remind you who you belong to. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nat likes routine and isn’t as open to experimenting as you are, but sometimes you can convince her to try new things (that’s how she found out she liked being tied up, anyway).  

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Obviously, Nat has incredible stamina and can go for as long as you can keep up. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Of course Natasha owns a strap (in several sizes) and a vibrator, but she prefers to use them on you more than herself. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Since Nat is kind of impatient, she doesn’t tease you very much. You, on the other hand, can tease her all day, but she’ll make you regret it the moment she can finally get her hands on you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Nat has no qualms about being loud and letting anyone around hear how well you’re pleasuring her. She mostly grunts and growls, but if you can get her to moan you know you’ve done something right. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

People think she’s just meathead, but she’s really an old soul at heart and loves poetry! She’ll stay up all night reading Shakespeare or Angelou, and if she ever has to leave you early in the morning, you’ll always find a little poem on her pillow that brightens your day.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nat is 100% beef. Legs like tree trunks, arms made of steel, abs that can cut glass. She still has nice breasts and curves, but these are usually overshadowed by the sheer muscle she packs on.  

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As much as Natasha loves having sex with you, it does tire her out more than her workouts, so she doesn’t want to do it every day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nat can fall asleep faster than you can blink, especially if she’s lying on top of you and using your boobs as a pillow. 

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To say that Natasha missed you was an understatement. She was stuck in New York, running Tony’s company he had left behind to her, while you were traveling the world on private jets and hanging out with renowned photographers and lounging in the most beautiful locations. You called her every day, but Natasha missed your presence.

You would only be gone for a two-week shoot, but it felt like a lifetime to her. She knows you would never leave her for someone else, even when your work required you to partner with equally famous and beautiful supermodels, but you’re the spark in her life and all she wants is to have you in her arms again.

One day, Nat is clearing off her desk, preparing to leave for the gym and then go to her empty home. She’ll probably order takeout and eat it while watching a rerun of your favorite show, then maybe jerk herself off to some of your photos before bed. She hates how depressing her life is without you.

The phone on her desk rings.

“Yes?” she answers her secretary with no enthusiasm.

“You’re five o’clock appointment is coming in now.”

“What? I don’t have another appointment. I’m going home,” Natasha says.

The secretary hangs up and Natasha curses to herself. She isn’t going to take another appointment for the day, she’s going home to–

“Hi, baby.”

Natasha’s head whips up at the sound of your voice and her jaw drops when she sees you standing in her doorway, wearing a black sheer dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. Although she is looking quite delicious herself, you think, in a classic three-piece suit that highlights the broadness of her shoulders and arms.

“I…How…What are you doing here?” Natasha stammers.

“We finished a few days early. Are you not happy to see me?” you ask.

Natasha practically runs towards you, picking you up in her strong arms and lifting you off the ground as she crushes you against her. “I missed you so much, babe,” she says, inhaling your scent and sighing in relief.

“Me too.” You kiss her cheek and snuggle against her neck.

She walks you over to her desk and sits you on the edge, looking at you like she’s falling in love with you all over again. It makes you blush, how much this woman loves you, and you duck your head shyly. Natasha stands in between your legs and leans forwards, kissing you softly. You feel her hard bulge against the inside of your thigh.

“I think someone else missed me too,” you say, resting your hand on her bulge and massaging it through her pants. Natasha bites her lip at the contact and you quickly undo her zipper, pulling down her pants and boxers. Her cock springs out and your mouth practically waters at the sight.

You slide off the desk, grabbing Natasha by her tie and spinning her around so you can swap positions with her. She grunts as you push her to lie down on her desk, then climb on top of her.

“Well, I missed you too, Daddy,” you say, planting your feet on the desk on either side of her waist and lowering yourself to rub against her cock. You’re not wearing panties, so your hot center practically drips onto Natasha and her eyes widen at the realization.

“You naughty girl,” she pants, her large hands circling your waist to pull you closer.

“Relax, Daddy,” you say. “I know you’ve been working hard all day.” Your hands tear at her shirt, popping off the buttons so you can reach the smooth, muscled flesh of her stomach.

“Please, please,” Natasha begs, her arms shaking as she tries lining you up with the head of her cock. “Please, baby, please let me fuck you.”

“It’s barely been a week and you’re this desperate?” You dip down enough to coat her tip with your slick and a filthy moan rips out of her chest. “Imagine if I had stayed away the full two.”

“I missed you. I need you,” Natasha says, and you can tell she is on the verge of manhandling you into getting her way. But you never intended to tease her for long, just enough to see how far she would go, so you quickly sink down on her in one motion, and moan at the fullness.

Natasha’s head drops back on her desk as you squeeze and pulse around her. 

You don’t move at first, adjusting to her size and waiting for her response. Her hips jerk up, but you press down hard on her abs to stop her from moving.

“What do you want?” you ask.

Natasha looks up at you. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Was it that hard to use your words?” you say as you start bouncing on her cock. Natasha moans in satisfaction as your heat envelops her, your butt slapping against her thighs as you take her in as deeply as she can go. This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex in her office, and for you there is nothing that makes you feel more powerful than having the big, hotshot CEO begging beneath you. 

Natasha squeezes your waist in anticipation of her release, her powerful body trembling. You purposely tighten around her harder, enjoying the moan that rips out of her chest. 

“Baby, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…Oh God…” She can’t even complete a full sentence with you riding her.

“What are you gonna do?” you ask with a sinister tone.

“Cum,” Natasha grunts, thrusting her hips up to meet yours.

“You can’t come unless I give you permission,” you remind her, practically sitting on her waist now so she is fully sheathed inside of you.

“Y/N, please,” she gasps, barely able to hang on to the edge of her precipice. 

“Please what?” you hum, rocking your hips gently.

“Please let me cum inside you,” she says in a rush. 

“You can,” you reply, and almost as if on cue, you feel the hot rush of her cum pump into you. Natasha’s entire body goes rigid as she empties her load and you take a moment to admire the flexed muscles coated in a thin sheen of sweat. “Happy now, Daddy?” you ask.

“Thank you, baby. I love you so much.” Natasha tries to pull herself out, but you clench hard to keep her in place.

“Where are you going? I’m not done yet,” you remind her as she whimpers beneath you.

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After Natasha sucked you off during what was perhaps the best blowjob of your life, you have no thoughts other than fucking her. You make it back to your bedroom, stripping off your clothes as fast as you can and helping Natasha remove hers.

At first, you try letting her lie on the bed first but Natasha is quicker and overpowers you, all but pushing you onto the mattress and climbing on top of you. You take in her gorgeous, naked body, your mouth watering as you reach out to grab her breasts and hold them. Natasha is a lot more curvier than your ex, and so far seems like she’ll be better in bed, too.

Hopefully you can keep up. Or keep it up.

Natasha leans down to kiss you, exploring your mouth with her tongue and both of you feel the stirring of your cock between your bodies. She grinds down against you, her wetness coating your cock and you groan at the sight. 

She can’t wait to have you inside of her–technically again–and her core throbs desperately as she leans back to position you at her opening. You take a deep breath as you enter her, feeling like you have never had something so wonderfully warm and wet wrapped around you.

Natasha gasps as she falls on your chest, sheathing yourself fully inside of you. The two of you still for a moment as you relish what’s just happened, and your hands cup Natasha’s bottom to encourage her to move. She rocks against you gently, almost too slowly, her hands resting on your chest to steady herself. 

“Fuck, you’re big,” she moans, and you snap your hips up harder to bury yourself deeper. 

“You feel so good, Nat,” you say. “Better than Wanda.”

“Oh, yeah?” Mischief gleams in her eyes. “I bet I can make you cum harder than Wanda ever did.”

“You already have,” you pant as she squeezes around you.

“You want to again?” she asks, and you don’t even need to give her your answer. 

The bedroom is filled with the slaps of your thighs against hers as Natasha rides you harder. You grope her breasts and brush your fingers over her nipples as she moans and clenches you. 

“I’m…almost there,” she says, her nails digging into your pecs but you barely notice the sting. You want to make her feel as good as she’s making you feel, and with a few long, hard thrusts, her slickness surrounds you and runs down your cock.

“Goddamn, baby,” you mutter, wishing you could taste her.

Natasha brushes her hair over her shoulder. “Your turn.”

You’re not surprised how quickly she’s ready for another round, nor how close you are to blowing for the second time. But Natasha is a goddess, with the body and bed skills to match, so you lie back on the bed as she rolls her hips and makes you see stars.

Your entire body trembles as you’re ready to release and you bite on your lip to hold back as long as you can. Your hips shoot upwards with the first release of your cum, bouncing Natasha off the bed.

“Oh, fuck, Nat!”

The door to your bedroom suddenly opens, and when you can open your eyes again, you see Wanda standing there, with a basket to gather her belongings. 

Maybe she should’ve called first.

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The first time you see Nat’s cock, you’re practically whimpering because of how big it is and wondering if you’ll even be able to fit it all. You reach out tentatively to touch it, surprised at how warm and hard it is when it twitches in your hands.

Natasha has to hold back a pant when she sees you wrap both hands around her length. Pre-cum collects at her throbbing tip, and you gather the wetness on your finger and smear it along her cock. She murmurs her appreciation when you start jerking her off and you swear she grows another inch.

You feel yourself become wet at the thought of riding Nat and trying to fit her entire cock inside of you. Her veins pulse under your palms and she grabs your hands to stop you, going to lie down on the bed and directing you to rest on top of her.

You hover above her straining cock with some hesitancy, pressing down until the thick head spreads apart your lips. You know Natasha is going to tear you in half, a thought that makes your head swirl, but she tells you to take your time.

You lower yourself onto her, wincing at the stretch of your walls while Natasha bites her lip to keep herself from thrusting into you like a wild animal. She never imagined you would be this tight or warm, and she doesn’t think she’ll last long inside of you.

Once you’re sheathed to her hips, you rock slowly, the pain turning into pleasure as your body adjusts to her size. Natasha moans when you start moving and you swear you can feel her heartbeat from inside of you.

The first time you make love is soft and gentle, Natasha barely able to hold back until you have your first orgasm, before she releases her seed deep inside of you and claims you as hers.

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You walk into the gym and see your girlfriend lying on the bench press, casually lifting more than twice your body weight. Her white workout shirt is almost drenched see-through with sweat, and you watch as her steely arms flex and bend to lower the bar against her chest, then push back up to complete the rep.

You wait until the bar is safely on its rack again before nudging her knee with yours. Natasha’s eyes light up when she sees you and she sits up to hug you, but you tell her to lie down on the bench again.

You throw your leg over her waist and settle on her thighs, briefly eyeing the bulge in her shorts. You tell her to continue her workout, knowing full well that she’s more than capable of lifting that weight even with you distracting her.

As Natasha lifts the bar off the stand, you lean forward to push her shirt up, running your hands over her sculpted abs. Her body tenses, causing the muscles to define even more, but she continues with her repetitions with slightly trembling arms now.  

“Keep going,” you say, rocking back and forth on her thighs and slipping one hand into her shorts.

“Y/N,” she pants.

“Do not stop,” you warn, your warm hand closing around her cock. “If you stop, I stop,” you say, your hand rubbing her to a quick erection. With the blood going to her groin instead of her head, Natasha begins to struggle with her next few repetitions.

You pull her cock out of her shorts to jerk her off with both hands now, using her pre-cum as lubrication. Natasha pants heavily, her entire body trembling, especially her thighs. But she listens to you, pushing through each repetition, each one seemingly heavier than the last.

You’re not sure if she’s going to drop the bar on herself first or cum all over your hands, so you finally tell her to stop lifting. Natasha’s arms feel like jelly, but all she can focus on is the way she throbs in your hands, and lifts her head enough to see you straddle her waist and sink onto her cock.

It only takes a few thrusts for Natasha to unload inside of you, and she collapses back on the workout bench, completely exhausted, as you crawl on top of her and lay your head against her chest.

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The first time Natasha laid eyes on you, she wanted you. She wanted to befriend you, yes, but she wanted more than that. She wanted to call you hers, she wanted your love, she wanted to be the one who took you to bed every night.

Natasha has a picture of you on her nightstand. It was taken by a professional photographer, the first time you came to the Avengers Tower and were reunited with fellow super-soldiers Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. You wear a thin T-shirt that highlights your biceps and abs, and have a smile that makes Natasha swoon every time she sees it. She cropped out Steve and Bucky from the photo, so you’re all she sees.

Some nights, Natasha can’t help the pure lust she has for you. She’ll lie on her bed, naked, pleasuring herself with own fingers but moaning your name as she imagines you inside of her, helping her reach her high and leaving your marks all over her body. She imagines you being rough with her, unable to hold back your super strength because you are so eager to please her.

Three doors down, you find yourself in the same predicament. Your hand is coated in lube as you jerk yourself off, wishing it were Natasha’s cum or saliva around your cock instead. She was the most beautiful woman you had ever met, kind and funny too. You were too shy to make the first move, so now you were stuck getting yourself off each night.

At one of Tony’s extravagant parties, Thor offers you some kind of Asgardian liquor he claims was aged for a thousand years. You hadn’t been able to get drunk since becoming a super-soldier, so you were glad to take a sip. It turns out, even one sip was enough to give you the courage to make a move on Natasha.

You find her at the bar, talking boredly with Bruce, and interrupt them by offering her your arm. She looks surprised as you take her to the dance floor, resting one hand on her waist gently and swaying to the music. Then she looks over and sees Thor pouring liquor from his flask into the cups of every super-soldier (and non-super) around him, and she understands immediately.

“You’re drunk?” she asks.

“I can’t get drunk,” you say.

“But you asked me out to dance.”

You shrug. “I figure if I don’t make my move now, some other chump will.” You purposely glare off in Bruce’s direction.

Natasha smiles, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing her face to your chest. “I’m glad you did.”

You rest your chin on her head and sigh contentedly. “Me, too.”

When the mood of the music changes, so does your dancing, and you go from waltzing around to turning Natasha around and letting her grind against your front. The blood from your head seems to pool down between your legs, causing your cock to grow enough for Natasha to feel the hard bulge through the thin layer of her dress.

“You have something you want to show me?” she asks, her fingers sliding up your arms and digging into your biceps.

“Are you still interested?” you say.

She tiptoes and drags you down by the collar of your shirt so she can whisper into your ear. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. Now take me to bed so I can stop imagining how good you are.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You grab Natasha’s hand and lead her to the elevator, ignoring the jealous eyes and whistles. The moment the elevator door closes, Natasha jumps you, pushing her hot tongue into your mouth and tangling her fingers in your hair. She tastes even sweeter than you thought and you run your hands over her curves, squeezing them possessively and she moans.

You don’t remember the walk down the hallway to Natasha’s room or how you’re suddenly naked with Natasha’s body pressed against yours. She eyes your throbbing member standing at full-mast and licks her lips in anticipation. You push her back on the bed, rubbing yourself through her slick folds for lubrication before lining your head with her opening.

“Don’t be gentle,” Natasha pants, spreading her legs further and pulling you into her. You almost explode instantly at the tightness that surrounds you, and your hands tear at the sheets to distract yourself. Natasha pulses around you and she is so wet and warm you can’t think of anything but her.

But you’re a super soldier, with super stamina (or so you’d like to think), so you bite on your lip to keep from blowing your load, and start thrusting your hips as hard as you can. Natasha squeals in delight as your cock fills her; you’re bigger than she thought you would be, but fit inside of her perfectly.

Her nails rake down your back and she pulls you against her, enjoying your weight on top of her. She purposely clenches around you to get you to lose control. She wants to feel you burst and pump your seed deep into her womb. While she can’t get pregnant, the thought of you filling her up like she can be drives her wild.

You can’t hold off your orgasm any longer–Natasha feels too good–and your entire body stutters as you jerk forward and empty your cum into her. Natasha reaches her own orgasm seconds later, cumming almost in sync with you and moaning.

Your vision turns white for a moment and you find yourself collapsed on Natasha, sweating and panting. Just as you go to pull out, Natasha grabs your hips to stop you.

“I’m not done with you just yet,” she says, and your eyes roll when her walls tighten around you again.

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“Watch out!” Natasha yells, and you duck instinctively as she fires off one of her Widow Bites over you at a Hydra agent that was about to shoot you in the back of your head.

His body seizes like a board and before you can react, Natasha is charging him and tackles him, wrapping her legs around his neck in her signature move and swinging him down so he hits his head on the ground and goes limp. 

You watch with your jaw dropped as Natasha stands up and brushes off her hands.

“Damn, babe,” you whistle. “That was hot.”

“Thanks.”

“But I don’t think he was worthy of you using your thigh move on him.”

“So, who do you think would be worthy of it?” She saunters up to you, poking you in the chest. Her skintight black uniform leaves nothing to the imagination and you can’t stop yourself from reaching for her hips, squeezing them roughly in your big hands and bringing her closer to you. 

This was the reason Fury hated putting you two together for missions. While no one could match your synergy, your tendency to get…distracted…basically set you back from any productivity.

“Me,” you say, lowering your head to kiss her and suddenly shoving your tongue into her mouth. Natasha moans when she tastes you, her hands coming up to grip your biceps, which are so big she can barely get her fingers around them. 

“Here, baby? Really?” Natasha pants against you as you roll your hips to press your center against hers. She feels the hard bulge in your pants and bites her lip. 

“I’ll be quick,” you say, bending your knees to wrap your arms around her legs and lift her onto the desk. Your fingers deftly undo the front zipper of her uniform, pulling it down past her hips and revealing her glistening core. “You’re just as eager as I am,” you comment. 

“Shut up and fuck me, Daddy,” Natasha hisses, unbuckling your belt and pulling your pants down. You moan when your hard cock is exposed to the air, and Natasha grabs it, stroking you roughly and guiding you forward. 

“We better make this quick,” you pant, watching the pre-cum shuttle out of the tip of your cock, which Natasha uses to coat your throbbing length. “The others are gonna come looking for us in a few minutes.”

“Oh, you’re not gonna last long,” Natasha promises, leaning back on the desk to steady herself. 

“Try me,” you say, placing one hand on each of Natasha’s thighs to push them further and lining yourself up. Your cock sinks into molten heat and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Even though you are no rookie, you’ve never been with someone as incredible as Natasha and there have been times she’s had you blow in minutes.

You’ll do your best not to make today one of those days.

You pump your hips in a steady rhythm, drooling at the sight of your dripping cock plunging into Natasha’s warm and wet pussy. She wraps her arms around your back to pull you in deeper, wishing she had taken off your uniform more so she could feel the broad muscles of your back under her nails. 

“Fuck, Nat,” you say, thrusting harder and moaning as she purposely clenches her walls around you. You know you’re going to cum soon, as embarrassing as that is, and use your hand to rub over Natasha’s slippery clit to increase her pleasure.

“Yes, right there, Daddy,” Natasha moans in your ear, rocking her body against yours. “You’re almost there?”

“Uh…Yeah,” you grunt, your face turning red but Natasha is not one to gloat. Instead, she loves how quickly she’s able to get you off. 

“Harder, baby,” she begs, and your thighs meet hers with a loud slap. “Put those muscles to good use.”

Your legs start to tremble as you near your release, and Natasha’s pussy spastically clamps around you. You bury your face in her neck and squeeze her clit between your fingers. 

You erupt moments before she does, your vision turning white as you shoot your cum deep into your girlfriend. The amount of your combined juices is too much and trickles out of her onto the desk, and you wonder if Hydra has a way of identifying the Avengers through semen samples.

“That felt nice,” Natasha whispers, brushing her hand up the back of your sweaty neck as you pull away from her. “Now you have to carry me back to the Quinjet, because I can’t walk.”

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“Faster, baby,” Natasha begs as you thrust three fingers into her core at a rapid pace. Your thumb rubs her clit every time you push into her up to your knuckles, and her body trembles beneath you.

“Almost there?” you ask, your forearm feeling like it’s on fire.

Natasha bites her lip and nods, reaching up to grab your shoulders and pull you into her. She loves the feeling of your muscles against her breasts and stomach and rubs your abs as she nears her release.

Her walls clench around your fingers and her thighs spread further apart so you can penetrate her deeper. She moans your name over and over, arching into you and digging her nails into your hips.

“Fuck!” She tightens around you, soaking your fingers with her cum and you feel some of it splash against your abs. You look down at the small space between your bodies and see her cum squirting onto your stomach.

“Oh my God.” You’ve never seen her do this before. You pull out your fingers, wiping the cum off your abs and pushing your hand into her mouth, which she suckles obediently, moaning at her own taste. “Clean up that mess you made,” you demand.

Once she’s done, you slide down her body, kissing between her breasts and across her stomach, before settling between her legs again. You wrap each of your massive arms around her thighs, holding her apart as you dive in, lapping your tongue against her pussy until she’s squirming a second time.

“Please, please, please,” she chants, tearing at your hair and scratching your shoulders. You push your tongue into her as deep as you can, your nose pressing against her pubic mound, and Natasha practically screams as she cums again.

You let her ride out the high, but don’t remove your mouth from her sensitive core.

“Y/N,” she begs, trying to pull out of your iron grip but she is no match for your strength. “I’m too sensitive.”

“You can take one more, baby,” you purr, latching onto her clit and sucking rhythmically. Natasha’s head sinks into the pillows and her resistance stops for a moment. As your tongue enters her again, she twists and grabs onto your arms.

“Please, please, I can’t take it,” she moans, although her hips rocking against your mouth tell a different story.

“Yes, you can. You’re my good girl, aren’t you, Nat? Cum again and show me that you’re my good girl.”

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You’re desperately humping against Natasha and panting like an animal as she pounds into you. One of her hands stays on your hip in a bruising grip while the other threads into your hair and yanks your head back to expose your neck.

Her lips suck on your pulse point in rhythm to your obscene moans as she fills you to the brim.

“You love it when I ruin you, don’t you, baby? You’re such a slut for me.” Natasha whispers in your ear, and you are too at a loss for words to speak, only nodding and panting. 

Everything she says is true. 

“You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow?” 

Your head bobs frantically.

“Use your words,” Natasha demands, slapping your ass.

“Please…Please, Daddy,” you moan at a shameless volume.

“Please what?”

For a moment, you cannot think when Natasha pushes against your sensitive spot and you see stars.

“Please fuck me harder, Daddy,” you gasp in between her rough thrusts.

“You asked for it,” Natasha says, biting your neck and tightening her hold on your hair so you can’t bounce away as she slams her hips into your butt. 

She always keeps her promises.

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Nat would be absolutely relentless in bringing up how you’re almost a whole foot (or 0.3m) shorter than her. When you go grocery shopping with her, she’ll ask you to grab something that is clearly on the tallest shelf, so you either have to jump to get it or sweet talk her into helping you.

You’re basically her personal armrest (and her biceps are enormously heavy when she rests them on your head) and you think she could write a whole book with the amount of short jokes she tells you every day.

The one time she broke her leg on a mission, you were not only her caretaker but also her crutch, because she refused to use a medically certified one, and instead preferred to use your shoulder or head to support her as she hobbled around.

When she comes home from work, if she doesn’t tackle you in excitement, she’ll sweep you off your feet–literally–and carry you wherever she feels like taking you. She can completely cocoon you with her body in bed, but it makes you feel safe and loved so you don’t mind.

She always jokes that you’re so short, you have to go up on her, but once your mouth is on her center, she isn’t making jokes anymore.

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“You know what I have to do,” Natasha says, cupping your cheek and pressing her lips to hard to yours. But you fight yourself from being distracted by her taste and the tongue swirling into your mouth.

“Please don’t, Nat,” you beg. Your father is a ruthless man, and he has a full army of the best-trained assassins in the world behind him. Even with Natasha’s level of skill, she is taking a huge risk going after him.

But you also know how much it would mean to her, and even though he’s your father, you’ve all but disassociated yourself from him. 

“I’ll be safe. I’ll come back to you.” Natasha wraps her arms around you, pressing your chests together and kissing down your neck. You sigh in content, tilting your head back to allow her full access to your chest.

“I can’t lose you,” you whisper. 

“You won’t,” she promises. 

Natasha eventually turns you over and kneels behind you, rubbing her strap through your folds. It’s the biggest one she owns, and you whimper at the thought of being stretched out so wide with it.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you? You can take it for me,” Natasha purrs, rubbing her hands down your back and resting them on your ass. She massages the flesh there until you start to relax, then she pushes the head of her cock into you.

Your body tenses and you whine as the first few inches slip into you.

“It’s too big, Nat,” you pant.

“It’s the perfect size, baby,” she coos, rubbing your hips and thighs. “You can take it.” Her hand slides around to your front, spreading you open and finding your clit. You breath catches in your throat and you moan as the pain starts to melt into pleasure.

“See how well my cock fits in you?” Natasha whispers, her hips finally bumping against you as she settles her entire length into you. “That’s my good girl.” 

And she starts pounding into you relentlessly. The entire bed shifts and bangs against the wall. Your hands curl in the sheets as you press your face into the pillows and moan at the sheer power of Natasha’s thrusts. Her nails leave marks on your hips as she fills you all the way then slides back out.

“Fuck, Nat,” you moan. “Ruin me. Please ruin me.”

“You didn’t have to ask,” Natasha says, slapping her palm against your butt hard before snapping her hips forward and burying herself deeply. 

Your body trembles as you struggle to keep yourself on your knees, the ball of arousal in your stomach growing until you know it’s about to explode. You don’t even make a sound as you finally cum, and Natasha doesn’t stop as the squelching noises of your walls around her cock become even louder.

“Nat, Nat, oh God,” you whimper, reaching behind you and snagging onto her wrist. 

“You’re not done until I say you are, baby.”

“You’re nothing,” Natasha says, leaning forward over Dreykov’s desk. “You have nothing.”

Dreykov grunts, glaring up at her.

“I have your daughter,” Natasha continues. “And as much she was your innocent little girl, she’s now my dirty little slut.”

“Shut up,” Dreykov growls, cracking his knuckles.

“I’ve fucked her every single night since I met her. She’s an utter whore for my cock,” Natasha says. “Last night, I had her on her hands and knees and she was begging for me to ruin her.”

Dreykov says nothing now, his eyes narrowing to slits as he glares at Natasha. 

“So I did. I put my biggest strap in her and bred her like an animal. She didn’t think she could take it at first, but she did because it was mine.” Natasha licks her lips at the memory of her looming over your body, slapping your butt as you pushed back into her desperately.

The creases in Dreykov’s forehead deepen, and Natasha swears he is trembling with pure rage.

“She was shaking so hard when she came, she was like my own personal vibrator.” Natasha chuckles. “I probably made her cum more times in one night than you have with every woman you’ve ever been with.”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Dreykov roars, slamming his hands on the desk and standing so he is nose-to-nose with Natasha. “You will stay away from my daughter, you will not speak about her like that again–”

Natasha leans forward, her lips widening in a smirk. 

“Sorry, Dreykov. You’re not her daddy anymore. I am.”

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Natasha sits on your lap, her legs wrapped around your waist as she leans forward to kiss you. Her lips are soft on yours, and her hand trails down the back of your neck to your broad shoulder. 

She sighs as she rests her forehead against yours. “I love you,” she says, rocking her hips and you moan when her tight walls shift around your cock. 

“I love you too,” you reply, squeezing her thighs gently. Your hands trail up her sides, your left thumb brushing the scar next to her bellybutton where Bucky had shot her while under Hydra’s control. “You’re so beautiful, Nat.”

She ducks her head and blushes. You know she’s sometimes insecure about her body, especially the marks left behind from her missions, but you love them because they make her unique and remind you of how brave and strong she is. 

You trace the scar over her ribs from a knife she couldn’t dodge in time and press your lips to the puckered skin on her shoulder from a bullet. Your touch is so gentle Natasha wants to fall apart in your hands. She loves the way you worship her and how good you make her feel.

But she’s also scared, because as much as she wants to start a family with you, she doesn’t know if she’ll make a good mother. Her own childhood was rocky and plagued with abuse that she would never be able to speak of, and she fears bringing a child into this evil world and not being able to protect them. 

“I love you so much, baby.” Your voice brings Natasha out of her thoughts and she looks down at you, feeling like she’s being swallowed whole by the love in your eyes. But you can tell her mind is troubled, and ask her, “What are you thinking about?”

“Us,” she admits. “And our future.”

“I’ll always be here for you,” you promise.

“I know.” Natasha scratches the back of your head softly. “I just…I want to have a family with you, but I don’t know if I’ll be a good mom.”

“You’d be the best one,” you say.

“But I don’t know how to be a good mom because I never had one,” she insists.

“But you have a good heart. And I know you’ll do anything and everything to make sure our child is safe.” You think about how good Natasha would look carrying your child, and you instinctively roll your hips, biting back a moan at the warmth that surrounds your cock.

“You think so?” She sounds so genuinely worried, you’re not sure how you’ll convince her otherwise.

“I believe in you. So much that I wouldn’t have any problem putting a baby in you right now,” you say.

Natasha squeezes around you and your entire body tenses. “Do it,” she whispers. “I want to have your baby.”

You start rolling your hip upwards, burying as much of your length as you can into her heat. Natasha’s been cock warming you for a while now, so you’re already close to your peak. You tilt your head back to invite her in for a kiss and she anchors her hands to your shoulders to steady herself while she bounces on your waist.

“Please fill me up with your cum,” she begs, and she feels your cock throb inside of her at her words. 

“I will, baby,” you promise, starting to lose your rhythm as you near your release. “Oh God, Nat,” you pant, pressing your face into her breasts as her nails dig in between your shoulder blades. “I’m so close…” The heat between your legs is so intense you know you’re about to burst.

“Let it go, baby,” Natasha encourages, her walls stimulating your every nerve until you lose control. 

Your entire body tenses as your hips jerk upwards to pump your load deep into her womb. You feel light-headed and are barely aware of Natasha pushing you back to lie on the pillows, her hands tracing down your arms to hold onto your hands. You look down and see your own cum spilling out onto your abs. 

Natasha grinds down and you moan at the oversensitivity. “Thank you, baby,” she says, leaning over to kiss you like a job well done.

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When you first got with Natasha, you hadn’t expected her to be so needy in the bedroom. She presented herself with a dominant front on missions, especially when she was the only woman on the team, but when it was just the two of you, she was practically on her knees for you.

Well, right now she was lying on her back, her legs hooked over your shoulders as you railed into her with a strap the size of your forearm. Her hands clawed at your arms as you thrusted in and out of her, stretching her in ways you never had before. She whimpers and moans, begging for you to move harder and faster, and you are not one to shy away from her requests.

“Does my good girl like being split in half like this?” you pant, holding onto her thighs for leverage as your hips snap back and forth.

“Yes, Daddy,” Natasha moans, whining when your fingers find her pulsing clit and roll your thumb over it. 

“Look how well you’re taking me,” you say, directing her attention to her soaked core, where you easily slide your massive length in all the way to the hilt. “Such a good girl.”

“Yours,” Natasha insists, biting her lip. “Your good girl.”

“Daddy’s good girl,” you correct, slowing your pace for barely a few seconds before ramming into her again. It always surprises you how rough Natasha allows you to be with her, and sometimes you even feel like you aren’t being rough enough.

You grab onto her ankles, spreading her legs open further so you can penetrate her as deeply as you can. Natasha keens as the strap pushes into the farthest reaches of her core, her head falling back onto the pillows and eyes rolling in her head.

“Fuck, right there, Daddy,” she moans. “I’m so close.”

You feel her resistance around the strap, which only fuels you to thrust harder.

“Cum for me baby,” you urge. “I want to see my good girl cum for me.”

Natasha trembles as she orgasms all over your strap, causing you to almost slip out due to the amount of lubrication. You pull out and fall on top of her, kissing her neck and chest, murmuring your praises to her as she comes down from her high. 

“Good job, baby. You did so well for Daddy.”

The next morning, you get up first, showering and changing into your clothes for the day. Natasha lays in bed, watching you, and when she finally catches your attention, she makes a grabby motion with her hands.

You chuckle, scooping her up easily and carrying her bridal style to the kitchen. A few of your co-workers are up and eating breakfast, but they don’t ask why Natasha isn’t walking herself.

They already know.

You set Natasha in her chair and go to prepare a bowl of cereal for her and yourself. You sit next her and she kisses you on the cheek in thanks. 

After both of you are done eating, you put your bowls in the dishwasher and pick her up again, taking her back to your bedroom–potentially for round two, which will probably necessitate a wheelchair afterwards.

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You are endlessly entertained by Natasha’s breasts and thighs, and are always finding reasons to look at or touch them. 

In the mornings, if you’re up before Natasha is, sometimes she’ll wake up just long enough to hug you from behind, her naked chest rubbing against your back before you get out of bed. Even if you don’t have time, you’ll make time for quickie if that’s what she wants before you leave.

When everyone is gathered together for movie night or drinks, you always pull Natasha on your lap, one hand on her hip and the other snaking under her shirt to grope her breasts. You’ve been caught doing this multiple times by your teammates (for some reason, you’ve noticed Kate Bishop always seems to be staring in your general direction), but you have no intentions of stopping and want everyone to know that Natasha–and all her wonderful assets–are yours.

During sex, your hands always seem to find their way to Natasha’s boobs. You are completely mesmerized by the way they bounce when she’s riding you, and sometimes Natasha gets annoyed that you’re paying much more attention to her chest than the rest of her. 

But by far, your favorite activity is when you and Natasha are cuddled together and she lets you rest your head on her breasts like a pair of the world’s finest pillows. Since you’re a lot bigger than her, she doesn’t always like you lying completely on top of her, so sometimes you’ll just lie beside her or in between her legs with your back against her stomach.

If she ever goes away for a mission, you always find it hard to sleep without her (and her breasts) nearby, so it’s the first thing you look forward to when she returns. 

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You swear Natasha never feels bigger than when she’s inside your ass. It’s not always an easy fit either, but it’s worth the patience and extra lubrication. 

Natasha, on the other hand, is obsessed with how snug and tight you are, squeezing your hips in excitement as she exerts all her control to keep her pace slow and steady while you adjust to her size. You hear her panting in anticipation, and you can hardly contain your own excitement.

“Fuck me, Nat,” you beg, pushing your butt back into her thighs, whimpering at the fullness of her cock.

Natasha does not need to be told twice. She growls as she starts thrusting, almost turning into an animal as she pulls out of you and pushes back into your hole. Your walls stretch obscenely to accommodate her length, gripping her with a tightness she hasn’t experienced elsewhere.

You reach in between your legs, your fingers finding your slippery clit and you circle it frantically, as the pain of being split in two by your girlfriend’s enormous cock starts to fade into pleasure. Natasha notices the flexing of your arm and slaps your hand away, replacing your fingers with her own, sometimes dipping them into your folds every time she’s buried inside your ass.

“Oh God, Nat. Oh God,” you chant, biting onto a pillow to keep from flat out screaming in pleasure. You’re so full to the point where you can feel your stomach is bulged out when Natasha is sheathed entirely, and your thighs tremble in anticipation. “Don’t stop, Nat. Please don’t stop.”

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Natasha grunts, moaning at the heat surrounding her cock. 

“Yes, yes, YES–”

Your vision goes white, your hips bucking uncontrollably as you squirt all over Natasha’s hand. She doesn’t slow down until her own orgasm takes control of her, causing her to arch her back as she shoots her seed deep into your ass. Her weight is suddenly heavy on top of you and you collapse onto the mattress, a panting mess.

“God, I love your ass,” Natasha whispers, slapping your buttcheek before pulling out. She rolls you both on your backs, and you see her bring her hand to her mouth–the one you came all over–and licks off her fingers all while staring at you in the eye.

Your cheeks heat up as you watch her.

“You taste so good, baby,” Natasha says, pressing her forehead against yours. Your stomach pulses with lust again and you reach for her cock.

“My turn.”

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Natasha knocks on your office door, but doesn’t hear you answer. She knows you’re in there, because you’re talking to someone, and opens the door wide enough to see you at your desk on your phone.

Even though you now work from home with the pandemic, you still dress your part, which is usually a suit. A blouse with the top few buttons left undone to show off your chest and a blazer with the sleeves rolled up to reveal your muscular forearms. Natasha has to catch the drool on her chin when she sees you; something about you in a suit at your desk never fails to turn her on.

“I’ll have the motion for summary judgment packet ready for filing tomorrow morning,” you say to whoever else is on the line. “The client’s declaration is done; I just have to make a few edits to my memorandum of points and authorities.”

Natasha doesn’t even understand half the words that come out of your mouth, but the confidence and intelligence in which you speak has her core pulsing with need.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say, and Natasha startles when she thinks you’re talking to her, but realizes you’re still focused on the phone. “Oh, I can’t wait to go to court. The opposing counsel is gonna be shitting bricks when it’s my turn to cross-examine their witnesses.” You talk for a few more seconds, then say your good-bye and hang up.

“All done?” Natasha pipes up, pushing the door open and stepping into your office.

“Not quite,” you admit, a note of frustration in your voice. “I have to finish up some drafts still.”

“How about you take a break?”

You sigh, looking at your watch and calculating the hours it’ll take you to finish.

“Please?” Natasha pouts, and you know there’s no way to resist her, getting up and following her out of your office.

After a quiet dinner of takeout, you’re itching to get back to your work, but Natasha drags you to the bedroom and straddles your lap.

“Nat,” you whine, distracted when she pulls her shirt over her head and your eyes zone onto her breasts cupped in lacy black fabric. “I have a lot of work tonight.”

“Just for a few minutes.” Natasha lifts herself up to remove her pants, and when her breasts bounce you can’t stop yourself from reaching out to hold them. “I heard you talking to whoever was on the phone earlier,” she says, lowering herself to grind her center on your thigh. “I had no idea what you were talking about, but it was kind of hot.”

“Oh, really?” You place your hands on your hips and guide her to move faster, flexing your thigh between her legs. “You want me to put you on the stand tonight and cross-examine you?”

“Yes, yes,” Natasha pants, gripping handfuls of your shirt and fumbling to undo the buttons.

“Is it true that you’re gonna be my good girl tonight?” you whisper.

Natasha moans in answer.

“Let the record reflect that Ms. Romanoff is too turned on to give a proper yes or no answer,” you tease. “But we’ll accept that moan as a yes.”

Natasha nods frantically.

You shimmy off your pants as Natasha tears off your shirt, reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out a thick black strap. You see her lick her lips as you put it on and let her top you once more. Your hands settle on her hips and hers rest lightly on your abs, tracing the defined sections impatiently.

“The plaintiff believes she is entitled to monetary compensation due to the emotional damages caused by the defendant refusing to fuck her,” you say.

“Objection, Your Honor,” Natasha says, trying to play along and your heart melts at her sweetness.

“Overruled.” You arch your hips up to push your strap inside of her, watching as Natasha splits open to accept you. She moans, her fingers clawing at your abs to leave long red marks down your stomach. “According to the evidence, the defendant fucked the plaintiff all night long.”

You wish you could feel the tightness of her walls around you, but it is a sinful sight to see the Black Widow taking your strap to hilt. Her body is beautifully toned and curvy, her breasts bouncing with every one of your rough, deep thrusts. You want to mark every inch of her skin with your lips, wanting to appreciate her beauty.

You angle your hips upwards to drag the strap against her front walls, where you know her G-spot is, and Natasha throws her head back and moans. Her hands trail up to your chest, squeezing the muscles there every time you ram your strap into her cervix.

“Permission…Permission to…” Natasha pants, unable to think through the white-hot pleasure bursting at her core.

“Permission to approach orgasm?” you finish for her.

She nods, biting hard on her lower lip.

“Permission denied.”

Natasha almost sobs.

Your fingers part her folds easily to find her glistening clit, rubbing it between your thumb and index finger. Natasha whimpers, grinding down onto your waist harder, her juices slickening up the strap so much you almost slip right out.

“Please, please, Your Honor–” she chokes, desperately needing her release but afraid to upset you.

“Not yet,” you warn, a fire growing in the pit of your stomach as the strap bumps your own clit on every thrust.

Natasha’s fingers tighten in your chest and leave half-moon-shaped scratches. The sudden pain is enough to send you over the edge and your back arches off the bed, lifting Natasha a few inches into the air.

“Permission granted,” you grunt, and Natasha screams as she comes undone on top of you. She falls onto your chest, panting against your neck, and you rub her back gently. 

“That was so hot,” you whisper into her ear.

She nods faintly. “That’s the first time I’ve been taken to court, but it better not be the last.”

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“There we go, baby. Just like that.”

Your hips burn as you thrust them forward at a steady pace. The rubber walls of the Fleshlight hug your cock as you push them apart again and again. Natasha’s hand is tight on your waist, the other holding the toy in front of you.

“Does that feel good? I bet it does,” she whispers, her lips ghosting up and down your neck.

You moan as more pre-cum shuttles out and wets the toy, causing the squelching noises of your cock entering to become even louder.

“Do you want to go a little harder? Faster?” Natasha asks.

“Yes, yes, please Nat,” you beg. You have no idea how long she’s been making you do this, but you don’t know how much longer you can hold back.

“Control yourself,” Natasha says, her lips finding your pulse point and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Your fingers dig into your own thighs as you struggle to hold your pace. Your cock feels like it’s going to explode, and when Natasha twists the Fleshlight back and forth to give some extra stimulation to your cock, you think you’re going to pass out.

“Please, Nat,” you repeat, hating how desperate you sound. “Please let me cum.”

“You think this is better than my pussy?” Natasha whispers.

“No, no, it’s not...”

“Then why do you want to cum into it so bad?”

Your cock throbs inside the Fleshlight and you roll your eyes. While nothing could ever compare to Natasha’s body, you’ve already reached the precipe of your orgasm and holding out much longer doesn’t seem possible.

You bite your lip hard, hoping the pain will distract you from cumming before Natasha allows you to.

“Just wait a little longer, baby,” Natasha says, pumping the Fleshlight harder over you and your thighs start to shake.

“Nat, I--” You’re desperate to remain obedient, but you can’t anymore.

“Go ahead, baby. Fill it up.”

You moan your relief and tilt your head back as your body tightens. You feel yourself empty into the Fleshlight one heavy pulse at a time, and your cock almost slips out entirely because it becomes so full of your seed. Natasha slowly pulls the toy off of you and catches some of your cum as it drips from the lip of the opening.

She licks it off her finger and puts the toy to the side as you watch with a hungry expression. “You want to fill me up like that next?”

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“I need to get some beef. I’ll be right back.” Your girlfriend kisses your head and strolls off to the deli section of the grocery store. You turn the cart down the canned goods aisle, looking at the selection of soups.

You’ve had some strange cravings during your pregnancy, and you’ve also developed an affinity for drinking your calories rather than chewing them down. At this stage, you think you’ve tried every flavor of Campbell’s soup the store has had to offer, so you stand in the middle of the aisle, craning your neck back to see the selections on the top shelf.

Your eyes zero in on a can of vegetable soup (as much meat as your girlfriend eats, you feel you can’t really stomach it anymore, so you’ve turned to a mostly vegetarian diet). But the only trouble now is that you can’t reach it, and there’s no way you’re going to try jumping to grab it.

Natasha is nowhere to be found, but a black-haired man comes down the aisle who looks of adequate height to reach the top shelf.

“Excuse me, sir!” you call as he approaches. “Do you mind grabbing that can on the top shelf for me?”

“Sure thing.” He stretches a muscular arm up to easily grab the can of soup and bring it down to your level. “This one okay?”

“Perfect. Thanks!”

Meanwhile, Natasha returns to the aisle she left you, her arms full of bags of meat. She sees you talking to a black-haired man, your hand brushing his arm and he laughs while leaning back from you. Immediately, her blood starts boiling and she almost drops the meat racing to get back to you.

“Everything okay, baby?” Natasha asks, failing to hide her concern as she looks you over quickly. The man waves to you and continues down the aisle. “What did he want with you? Did he hurt you?”

“I’m fine, Nat,” you stress, watching as she reaches for your belly and places her large hand over your stomach protectively. “I just needed some help getting soup off the top shelf because I couldn’t reach.” For emphasis, you point to the can in the basket of your cart.

“Why didn’t you ask me for help?” she pouts.

“Because you were off getting the meat!”

Natasha remains by your side for the rest of the grocery run. She seems to read your mind while reaching for items on the shelves before you can, and once the cart is half-full, she takes over pushing it and lets you hang onto her bicep instead. You don’t think much of it, knowing how protective she’s become of you ever since you got pregnant, but Natasha is fuming. She did not appreciate that man helping you out, despite how friendly he may have been.

Once you get home and the food is loaded into the fridge, Natasha picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, laying you on the edge of the bed while she takes off her clothes.

You’re never one to shy away from an opportunity to have an intimate moment with your girlfriend, so you wait for her to finish undressing and then let her help you take off your own clothes. Natasha touches your stomach with reverence, and it fills you with joy to see how excited she is for the pregnancy. You know she will protect your child just as fiercely as she protects you, and you couldn’t have asked for a better partner to share this experience with.

“I love you, Y/N,” Natasha says, pushing you on your back and massaging the skin of your stomach. “And this little one here so much.”

“We love you too,” you whisper, your hand trailing down her arm.

“I hope you’re not too mad at me for snapping at you in the grocery store,” she apologizes, leaning over to kiss your belly before standing between your legs hanging off the edge of the bed.

“I know why you did it, but it’s okay,” you say, trying to sit up to keep her fully in your sights but she gently pushes you down again.

“I won’t let anything happen to you and our little one,” she promises, and her hand goes to her cock, pumping it to full mast with a few strokes. “You’re mine. And I’m your baby daddy.”

“Yes, you are,” you pant, feeling wetness gathering between your legs. Natasha is such a dream to look at, from her beautiful face to her sculpted body. But she belongs to you, and only you get to see and enjoy her like this.

She continues to jerk herself off, watching as you squirm and beg in desperation.

“Please touch me, baby,” you say. “Please take me.”

“I will, darling. I’ll take care of you.”

Just when you’ve started reaching around your swollen belly to relieve some of the tension between your legs, Natasha steps forward, her big hands wrapping under each of your thighs to lift them off the floor. She guides herself at your entrance, her head easily pushing open your wet folds.

“Ready, baby?” she asks, fighting to ignore the heat pressing against her in favor of your consent.

“Please fuck me, Nat.”

She slams forward while pulling your legs down, joining you together as one in a swift, hard motion. You sigh at the fullness that stretches your center and easily relax on the bed as Natasha takes control and pounds into you like it was her only purpose on Earth. She thinks you feel even tighter ever since you became pregnant and moans as you squeeze around her.

You reach up to grab Natasha’s chest and run your hands over her abs that flex and roll with every thrust. Seeing your girlfriend dominate you like this, all while being mindful of the fact that you’re pregnant, sends a flood of wetness running down your legs. Natasha braces herself from falling onto you as her legs nearly give out when she feels you cum around her.

“You’re mine. All mine,” she says through gritted teeth, trying to help you through your orgasm before hers claims her and you feel her warm seed pump into you.

You love making babies with this woman and can’t wait to have hers soon.

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Even with the pandemic, work doesn’t stop for an Avenger. Although Natasha has spent a lot more time at home with you, she still has to log onto daily meetings and go out for missions. You’re grateful for all the extra time you get to spend with her, even if it feels like she’s ignoring you sometimes.

Like now, for instance. She’s in her office, headphones on to hear the confidential information from Fury and the council, sitting ramrod straight in her chair while looking into her computer camera.

You crawl up beside her, careful to keep yourself out of frame. Natasha raises an eyebrow, but gives no other indication that she’s acknowledge your presence. You place your hand on her thigh, massaging the muscle there lightly and Natasha swats you away.

You’re surprised, since you’ve given her blowjobs and handjobs before all while she was on camera and she never gave you trouble for it in the past. Maybe it was a more serious assignment.

You shrink back, staring up at her, but she keeps her eyes glued on her computer screen. With a sigh, you crawl back out of her office, but return only a few minutes later, this time with one of your dildos in hand. Although it’s not as big as your girlfriend, it’ll have to do and you stick the bottom of the dildo to the floor so it sits upright.

You take off your pants and panties, coating your fingers in your own wetness and moaning softly. Natasha has no idea you’re back in her office, nor that you’re touching yourself right behind her.

Once you feel you’re ready to take the dildo, you hover over it and sink down, moaning louder as it stretches you open. Your walls clench around the dildo and you angle your hips back so it strokes your front wall.

“Oh fuck,” you mumble, relaxing to accommodate the entire length but wishing it was your girlfriend’s dick instead. You call her name to get her attention; her final chance to help get you off. “Natasha. NATASHA.”

She finally hears you and slips one of the headphones off her ear, turning her whole body when she hears you moan. When she sees you bouncing on the fake dick, she feels the sudden tightness in her pants and is overwhelmed by the need to breed you.

Natasha logs off the meeting instantly, slamming her laptop shut and practically running over to you. She grabs you under the arms and lifts you straight off the dildo, carrying you to pin you against the wall.

“You couldn’t wait another five minutes?” Natasha hisses, pulling down the front of her sweatpants and her cock bobs out, hard and heavy already. She turns you around so your face is pressed against the wall, and you smile in anticipation.

“I always need you,” you pant, biting on your lip when she slaps her cock against your butt teasingly. “Please, Nat. Nothing can fill me the way you do.”

“Is that right?”

Natasha suddenly pushes into you and your back arches at the fullness.

“God, Nat, you’re so big,” you pant, biting into your knuckles as you feel her reach areas the dildo couldn’t. You pulse around her cock and she buries her face in your hair, growling in your ear.

Her hands tighten around your waist, her hips rolling up and down. You bump into the wall with each of her deep strokes, moaning in delight as you feel her throb inside of you.

“Keep going, baby,” you encourage, clenching around her cock harder.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Natasha moans, watching as her glistening cock disappears into you and she pulls out until she can see her red tip again. “You’re gonna take my cum like a good girl?” she whispers, her breaths quickening as she reaches her release.

“Please fill me up, Nat. I want to have your babies,” you beg.

You feel her thighs flex and she pushes her cock into you all the way, a rush of cum spilling out to paint your walls. It’s more than you can handle and some of it runs down the inside of your thighs, and the pressure on your insides causes you to cum too.

Natasha wraps her arms around you to hold you as your legs can no longer support you, and she carries you to lie on the couch, letting you rest on her chest.

“Thank you, baby,” you whisper, full and sleepy.

“You’re welcome,” Natasha says as she kisses the crown of your head.

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“You know, you’d warm up if you helped me,” you say, hammering the last stake into the frozen ground and admiring your handiwork. The tent stands strong, even in the blistering winds.

“You’re already done, there’s nothing left to do,” Natasha shoots back, using a cooler as a seat, wrapped up in four layers, including a fur-lined parka. She shivers violently and sneezes into her mittened hands.

“Come on, just get in the tent. You’ll warm up,” you say, not wanting her to be so uncomfortable.

But even inside the tent, it’s no better than the outside. The walls shake with every pass of the wind, and neither of you had thought to bring a heater. Natasha zips herself up in her sleeping bag, leaving nothing exposed, but she still feels like she’ll lose her fingers and toes before the end of the night.

“I hate this,” she mumbles, tossing and turning next to you.

“I thought you grew up in the cold,” you say.

“I didn’t actually grow up in Russia,” she responds.

“Shame.” Your own genes allow your temperature to run higher than average, so despite the lack of a heater, you’re only mildly uncomfortable in the cold.

“You’re going to have to do this mission alone, because I won’t make it to morning,” Natasha complains.

“Nonsense.” An idea suddenly forms in your head, but you don’t think Natasha will agree. However, she isn’t really in a position to argue, so you decide to try your luck anyway. “Unzip your sleeping bag,” you tell her.

“Are you crazy? I’m trying to zip it higher!”

You wriggle out of your bag, cringing as the cold hits your skin.

“Come on, unzip it!”

“Why?”

“To make room for me!”

“You?” Natasha is so aghast at the idea that you have time to unzip her bag and squeeze in. Your body heat is so great that it warms Natasha instantly and it feels like she has her own personal hot water bottle pressed against her. “Oh God, I love you,” she lets slip, tucking her head under your chin and snuggling closer to you.

“What was that?” you tease.

“I can’t be held accountable for anything I say or do tonight,” she defends, her arms circling your waist to press her body fully against yours. Against your will, you feel a stirring in your sweatpants and hope Natasha doesn’t notice the hardening bulge that brushes against her stomach.

You close your eyes and think of Fury in a pink frilly tutu to deflate yourself. It doesn’t work.

Natasha inhales deeply, your scent reminding her of cinnamon and the woods. She feels completely at ease even with you in such a close proximity, and now feels like this is going to be the best night of her life.

“Well, you can hold me accountable for anything I say or do,” you say, deciding to seize the moment, because you won’t know if there will ever be another. “Because I’ve always had a crush on you, but know you’ve had your eye on Banner for a while–”

“Excuse me?” Natasha looks up at you. “Who said I liked Banner?”

“Uh…” Your brain short circuits. “I guess no one did, but I just thought–”

“Banner and I will never be anything more than co-workers. Maybe friends if I’m in a good mood,” Natasha insists. “But until five seconds ago, I didn’t think the person I liked even liked me back.”

It takes you a moment to realize she’s talking about you.

“Oh. Well, do you want to–” you start.

“Yes.” Natasha doesn’t even let you finish your sentence and tangles her fingers in your hair, jerking your head down so she can kiss you hard. You melt against her, her scent and taste overwhelming you. Your hands move down to squeeze her butt and she moans into your mouth.

“Are you sure about this, Nat?” you ask, breaking away to catch your breath before she tries devouring you again.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you,” she pants, tilting her head up to press her lips against yours.

That’s all the permission you need as you hurry to undress yourself and then her. Suddenly, neither of you are so cold anymore, as you purposely unzip the sleeping bag to allow yourselves more room to move. Natasha strips each of her own layers with impatience, grinding down on your clothed bulge to make you moan.

“God Nat,” you gasp, feeling her heat through your sweatpants. You don’t think you can even imagine how good you’ll feel inside of her, and hope you can last long enough for her to reach her release too.

Once the two of you are naked (Natasha suddenly doesn’t seem to be cold at all), Natasha presses your cock against your stomach so she can drag her wetness along the underside. You feel like you’re going to burst and you’re not even inside of her yet.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Natasha admits as your hands take her hips, silently asking her to move faster.

“No regrets, right?” you ask, looking up at her with what she can only describe as pure adoration and desire.

“Never with you.”

You sit up as she lifts herself to line your head with her dripping entrance, panting in anticipation. When Natasha lowers herself, wrapping around you so snugly you can’t even breathe, it takes all your willpower to keep your hips to the ground. Natasha falls forward as you stretch her open, her breasts smothering your face.

Her nails dig into your shoulder blades as she begins to bounce on your waist.

“Fuck, you’re big,” you hear Natasha say as you throb harder inside of her. You lick and suck at her chest, trying to distract from the heat that builds in the pit of your stomach.

Natasha is so warm and tight around you, her walls like velvet as your cock fills her over and over. The thought of cumming into her, her stomach bulging when she carries your pups, is almost too much for you.

“You gonna let me cum inside you?” you ask, not even cringing at the crassness of your words.

“Already?” Natasha teases.

“You feel so good,” you defend, your eyes rolling when she squeezes around you rhythmically.

“You gonna take care of me when I’m carrying your pups?” Natasha asks.

“Whatever you want. Whatever you need, baby,” you assure, your abdomen tightening. Your thrusts become harder and deeper, taking your time to push your entire, throbbing length into her. The base of your cock starts to swell and you look up at Natasha, knowing there’s no going back if she lets you knot her.

“Claim me,” she says with a nod.

You slam your hips up, forcing your knot past her entrance and Natasha moans at the sudden stretch. Your teeth clamp down on her left breast as your entire body jerks as you cum hard, and Natasha grabs the back of your head to hold you close as you fill her.

Natasha has never felt so full in her life, with a combination of your cum and your cock locked inside of her. There is a sharp pain in her chest, but when she looks down and sees that you’ve marked her, she is overcome with the urge to do the same to you.

She yanks your head back, exposing your neck, and bites on your pulse point. Your body spasms at the new sensation and you feel Natasha cum around your cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moan, flopping back on the sleeping bag when she releases you and lays on your chest. Both of you are still connected, the heat and pressure around your cock almost unmanageable, but Natasha distracts you by tracing her finger over the bite mark on your neck.

“Mine,” she whispers, kissing it gently.

“All yours,” you respond with a smile.

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Ever since you got your wife pregnant, you’ve been even more protective and obsessed with her than ever.

You never leave her side whenever the two of you are in public together, and you especially like to stand behind her and wrap your muscular arms over her chest, your hands resting on her stomach. You couldn’t be happier or prouder that she is the one to carry your child.

You handle her mood swings and morning sickness with no complaints, and Natasha loves that you’re so strong and can easily carry her from room to room if her legs and feet are too tired to even walk.

At Tony’s parties, Natasha is surrounded by praise and congratulations. Sometimes the women ask to touch her belly and it always makes you nervous even though you know they won’t hurt her, so Natasha always makes sure you’re nearby to watch.

Knowing that you were the one to get her pregnant makes you practically feral. Your sex life has changed drastically too, and you swear Natasha wants you to put a twin in her with the way she fucks you.

She’ll ride you as long as you can last, draining you of every last drop of cum you have to offer. You love thrusting your entire length into her, on the edge of your own orgasm, and watching as her stomach bulges out just the slightest to accommodate your girth and your release.

Sometimes she’ll ask you to use your hands or mouth to tire her out, and you are happy to fulfill her every need (and hole). You love Natasha with your entire being and you can’t wait to share that love with the little one that arrives soon.

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Every time you see Natasha with her boyfriend, a little part of you dies inside every time. You thought her unhappiness with Bruce was obvious, but she hasn’t broken up with him, so either she loves torturing herself or she’s convinced herself that she’s still in 7love with him.

If she was your girlfriend, you would give her the world and treat her like the queen she is. You wish you could tell her how happy she makes you just from seeing her in mission briefings every morning, but you respect that she’s in a relationship, no matter how little you approve of it.

It’s awful having to keep the feelings to yourself, but you have no choice.

Until one night, you’re returning to your room after a workout and find Natasha sitting outside your door, crying.

“Nat?” You slip off your headphones, running over to her and kneeling. “Nat, are you okay? What happened?”

“Bruce,” she sniffles, reaching out for you unexpectedly and you let her wrap her arms around your neck. She buries her face into your chest and you feel your T-shirt wet with her tears.

“Do you need me to beat him up for you?” you ask, trying to make a joke to lighten the mood but she cries harder.

“He…He…” she hiccups, clutching onto you tighter. “He cheated.”

“He did what now?” You had been joking, but now you’re serious about hurting the doctor for betraying Natasha like that.

“I came…back from work and caught him…in bed with another woman,” Natasha sobs. “Am I…not good enough?”

“You’re perfect, Nat,” you insist. “Bruce is a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve you, anyway.”

You carefully pick her up and carry her into your room, setting her on the edge of your bed and sitting next to her. You keep one arm over her shoulder comfortingly as she leans into you, tears streaming down her face.

“I was so dumb for being with him for so long,” she mumbles, her hands still wrapped in your shirt. “He was such a chore to be around, he never wanted to do anything with me anymore…” Natasha trails off, struck by another fit of sobs.

“I would have given you the world,” you think, not realizing you’ve said it outloud until Natasha stops sniffling and looks up at you curiously.

“What did you say?”

“Oh, uh…That wasn’t supposed to be outloud.” Your face turns pink and you look away from Natasha, embarrassed by your own actions.

“Did you…ever have a crush on me?” Natasha asks timidly, and her wording makes you feel like you’re in grade school again.

“I still do,” you admit.

She traces her hand over your cheek, touching your lips and then resting her thumb on your chin to tilt your head down. Natasha moves closer to you and kisses you softly; you can taste the tears on her lips.

“Nat…” You don’t want to be her rebound, especially with how fresh her breakup (?) from Bruce is.

“It’s okay, I want you too,” she insists, holding tightly onto your shoulders now, marveling at their strength and wondering what it would be like to be under you, all that power used just to pleasure her.

“Are you sure?”

“I want you to make me feel good. Because Bruce never did,” she whispers against you.

You don’t even have time to marvel at the fact that Bruce was so unsatisfactory in bed; had you really expected anything less?

“Okay, Nat. I’ll take care of you,” you promise. You gently slip your strong hands under her thighs and lift her up so you can lay her back on the bed. Natasha tries not to squirm, already feeling hot from the touch of your hands on her bare skin. Bruce had never made her feel this way before, she knows this one night with (and hopefully more) will be so much more different.

You hover over her, making sure to brace yourself with your arms on either side of her body, and lean down to kiss her again, this time with a little more passion. Natasha hooks her hands around your neck, holding you against her and preventing you from pulling away.

“Please touch me,” she begs, the fire between her legs reaching an unbearable degree just from kissing you alone.

You smirk but don’t say anything, trailing one of your hands down her body and into the waistband of her shorts. Natasha’s hips jerk up when your fingers trail over the wet spot on her panties, and she gasps into your mouth. You push them to the side and touch her heat directly, smiling when her body rolls in response.

“You’re so wet for me, Nat,” you say, and she whines when your fingers find her slick entrance. You push two of them inside of her and she moans.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she pants, scratching at your biceps as you start to thrust into her with short strokes. “Right there,” she says, when you curl your fingers against her front wall. You make sure to press into it harder with each thrust, and her eyes roll in her head every time.

You press your thumb against her slippery clit, her juices trickling down your hand.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” you ask, and Natasha bites her lip and nods frantically. She is so overwhelmed with pleasure she can’t even speak, and she buries her face into your neck, nipping at your collarbone as she nears her release.

Her orgasm crashes down on her, soaking your hand and her entire body trembles.

“I got you, Nat. It’s okay,” you whisper, stroking the back of her head as she pants uncontrollably.

Finally, her tremors die down and you pull your fingers out of her.

“I’ve never felt like that before,” she admits, snuggling into you and sighing in happiness. “Can I stay here with you for a while?”

“Always.”

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It’s sweatpants season, and Natasha always makes sure to get you an extra pair of gray ones each year because she loves how good you look in them. Specifically, she likes seeing the imprint of your dick. You’ve never seen her get turned on faster when you come out of the bathroom with nothing but the sweatpants on after a shower, and Natasha pounces on you the second she lays eyes on the prominent bulge between your legs.

You’re at home while she’s at work one day, and since you’re wearing the gray sweatpants, you get the bright idea to tease her. You reach into your boxers and stroke yourself until your cock starts to harden. It isn’t difficult for to reach your full length when you close your eyes and picture Natasha wrapping her lips around your head, swallowing you inch by inch until your entire length is down her throat.

You barely remember to stuff your cock back in your pants, smiling at how big your bulge is now and knowing how wild it’s going to make your girlfriend, and snap a photo to send to Natasha. Then you open the Voice Memos app, hitting the red record button and leaning back in your chair and freeing your cock again. You use your pre-cum to lube yourself up, squeezing your fist tightly to imitate how Natasha’s pussy would feel.

The slick noises and soft grunts you make as you jerk yourself off are captured on your phone. You add a little bit of dirty talk to really get your girlfriend going.

“Fuck Nat, I can’t wait to be inside of you,” you pant, your hand moving faster. “You feel so much better than my hand.”

Your hips jerk up with each stroke. “I can’t wait for you to come home, baby.” The vein on your cock throbs at the thought of shooting your load down your girlfriend’s throat, or deep into her womb. “You can fuck me any way you want.”

The pressure in your stomach builds until it can’t be contained. Cum dribbles out of the head of your cock and you feel light-headed thinking about how Natasha wouldn’t let any of it go to waste.

With your clean left hand, you stop the recording and send the audio to Natasha.

The front door slams opens and startles you awake from your nap. You sit up on the bed, rubbing your eyes blearily, just in time to see Natasha storm into the room.

“Hello–” you say, only able to get one word out when Natasha leaps onto the bed and pins you on your back. She grinds down roughly on your crotch and your hips jerk up at the contact.

“You just waited all day in bed for me?” Her lips crash into yours and she forces you to open your mouth so she can run her tongue along the roof of your mouth. Her hands skim down your torso and play with the tie on your sweatpants.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you pant, grunting when her warm hands slides past your boxers and closes around the base of your cock.

“Is that right? What part of me were you thinking about?” Natasha asks, stroking you and using the pre-cum leaking out of your head as lubrication. “My hands or my mouth?”

“Your pussy,” you admit almost shyly, your hips bouncing on the bed. 

“Straight to the main event, huh?” Natasha says, leaning back to settle in between your legs. You lift your head enough to watch as she removes her jeans, pivoting herself sideways so she can throw one leg across your abs and the other under your right leg. She flattens her palm against your chest, encouraging you to lie back, as she lets her soaked center brush across your cock.

“Oh, God. Please, Nat,” you beg, your head already spinning at the heat you so desperately want to be inside. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“You don’t get to fuck me,” Natasha says in a darkly sinister tone. “I get to fuck you.” She lines up your shining head with her center and lowers herself, both of you watching as you stretch her apart.

You moan loudly, your head falling back onto the pillows as molten heat surrounds you tightly. There was nothing on Earth that could compare to Natasha’s pussy, and every night you thank your lucky stars that she chose to be with you over anyone else.

Natasha sighs in relief as you fill her, stretching her in a way that satisfies the itch she’s had all day. Keeping one hand on your chest and the other on your thigh,  she starts to bounce on your cock, taking your full length in one stroke and practically emptying herself every other movement.  

“I love how good you feel around me,” you praise, reaching for her waist and squeezing it gently, trying not to take control of the pace because that’s not for you to decide. “Can I cum in you?” you ask, knowing better than to do so without her permission. 

“Only after I do,” she says, and it takes all your effort to keep your hips in the mattress, her walls fluttering and clenching at your cock in a way that makes your eyes roll. Even after the multiple times you’ve jerked yourself off today, your stamina with Natasha isn’t super impressive, but you’re determined to prove yourself today, even if it kills you.

The breath hitches in your throat as you near your release, and Natasha starts to spasm harder around you. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying desperately to hold back an orgasm that threatens to rip you in half. 

“I’m almost there,” you gasp, unable to help yourself.

“Just a few more strokes, baby,” Natasha says, her grip on your thigh increasing as she slams herself onto your cock over and over. 

“Oh God, Nat, I don’t think I can–”

By some miracle (or maybe Natasha’s mercy), your girlfriend cums seconds before you. Your entire body goes taut as you spill your load into her, your hips rising off the bed to pump every drop you have left deep into her.

“Oh fuck, Nat, that was so good,” you say, as she also tries catching her breath. 

“Ready for round two?”

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“Watch, I can make this shot,” Natasha says, balling up the scrap piece of paper and launching it with a flick of her wrist towards the garbage can. The paper bounces off the rim and lands on the floor.

“Well, it’s obvious why you never became a basketball player,” you say, walking over to pick up the paper. You bend over, and your already too-short skirt rides up the rest of the distance to show off that you’re completely exposed.

Natasha’s eyes widen and she grips the armrest of her chair so hard there is a crack from the supports.

You turn to face her, noticing her death grip on the armrests. “You okay, baby?”

“No,” she says, clearly strained. “Because you’ve done nothing but tease me all day.”

“What do you mean?” You play stupid, putting a hand on your hip and cocking it out to the side innocently.

“Wearing that skirt…with nothing underneath,” Natasha growls, her voice deepening and you feel a jolt of arousal strike your core. “Do you think I have the discipline of a monk?” She gets out of the chair, looming over you. “Because I don’t, and now I’m going to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are.”

You don’t even have time to protest when Natasha scoops you up, marching out of her office and across the hall to your bedroom. She tosses you lightly onto the bed and you roll onto your stomach, purposely lifting your butt high into the air to show off.

Something that can only be described as animalistic snarl fills the air, and Natasha’s hands wrap around your waist, holding you in place as she glides her cock through your wet folds.

“You’re practically already cumming for me,” Natasha says, hissing when her head bumps your entrance. You whine when she doesn’t slide in, pulling her cock back to slap against your butt teasingly.

“You make me so wet, Nat,” you pant, looking over your shoulder to see her humping against your butt. “You want to fuck me until I can’t walk?”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move,” Natasha promises, and you feel your core throb at the prospect.

“Please, baby. I need you inside,” you beg, hating the way you clench around nothing when Natasha’s cock is so close. As much as she makes you feel good, you love returning the favor and you know how good you can make her feel too.

“You’re such a slut for my cock,” Natasha says, barely restraining herself from entering you. “Are you gonna let me cum inside of you like the good girl you are?”

“Yes, yes!” you emphasize, your head spinning, ready to obey any of her demands tonight.

“Don’t let me down.”

She slides into you, and the fullness makes your stomach (literally) bottom out. You fist the sheets of the bed, moaning as Natasha stills inside of you for a few seconds. The way you clamp and squeeze around her cock has her throbbing already, making her a little hesitant with how long she’ll be able to last, but once she starts rocking her hips, she knows it’ll be a race to see who will cum first.

“Oh, fuck, Nat. Faster. Faster please,” you moan, already feeling you’re going to collapse under her.

Natasha picks up the pace, grabbing onto a handful of your hair to pull your head back so she can grunt in your ear. “Like this, slut?” she says, punctuating each word with a rough thrust of her hips. “You like being fucked like this?”

You nod, too breathless to speak. Another moan rips out of your chest when Natasha slaps your butt.

“You’re so big,” you gasp, your walls spastically milking her cock and Natasha’s eyes roll to the back of her head.

“But you’re taking me so well,” Natasha says, her nails digging harder into your hips to hold you steady. The bed shakes, the headboard knocking against the wall with each one of Natasha’s powerful thrusts. Your arms and legs quiver; you don’t know how much longer you’ll even be able to hold yourself up with your girlfriend filling you so well.

Every time you moan, Natasha swears her cock gets harder. She’s almost the point of bursting, but senses that you’re a little behind, so she presses her front to your back, reaching around your hip to rub your clit every time she pushes her entire length into you.

You let out a strangled scream, the stimulation reaching the point of being too overwhelming.

“Fuck Nat, fuck Nat, I can’t take it–” you plead, trying to swat her hand away.

“You’re almost there, baby. Let me help you get there.”

“You better cum inside me,” you demand. “Make me pregnant, Nat.”

“I…okay,” Natasha grunts, knowing better than to disobey you. She thrusts a few more times, harder and faster, and feels the coil in her stomach start to unravel.

“Nat…oh God, oh God…” Your orgasm seizes you and you can’t move as your vision goes white and slickness floods between your legs. Natasha feels you tighten around her so much she can’t even move anymore. She explodes, and you feel the pulsing of her cock every time she shoots her cum into your womb.

Something wet covers Natasha’s hand as she pulls it away, and she smiles when she realizes you’ve cum so hard you squirted all over her.

“It’s okay, baby. That’s my good girl,” she soothes, massaging your lower back. She pulls out when you’re loose enough and you collapse on your stomach, completely spent. Natasha lays next to you, wrapping her arms around you and holding you against her chest.

“That felt amazing, Nat,” you finally find the words to say when you catch your breath.

“I know. You squirted on my hand,” she says, and you feel your cheeks redden. “Don’t be ashamed, baby. That means it was a really good one.” You duck your head to hide against her neck. “You want me to give you another good one?”

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Natasha loves putting you on your knees, tying your hands behind your back, and shoving her cock down your throat. She teases you for being a whore for her cock while running her hands over your chest and arms, telling you how useless your muscles are when you’re in a position like this.

You don’t complain; she’s absolutely right and you would let her do anything to you. All you want to do is please her, and Nat still can’t get over how willing you are to try anything with her.

Nat will tie you to the bed and use your body however she sees fit for hours. She loves watching you squirm helplessly under her as she fills all of your holes in turn. Whenever Nat is riding you, it feels like she’s riding a bull, trying to keep your bucking hips still as she pumps into you frantically, desperate to feel your walls pull and clench around her.

Nat is always very sweet with the aftercare, soaking with you in the tub for hours and massaging your sore muscles. She’ll cuddle with you after and rub your back until you fall asleep in her arms.

Naturally, a lot of people assume you’re the dominant one in the relationship because of your size when it’s really Natasha that controls you behind closed doors. It isn’t until you come out of the bedroom still wearing the collar Nat put on you that they start to think differently.

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After the homecoming game, you attend the afterparty, still wearing your cheerleader outfit and hoping to score with someone tonight. Natasha stands out in the sea of rowdy students sloshing beers all over the floor and bouncing to the thrumming bass of the music. You walk up to her confidently and offer her your hand, taking her outside to talk for a little bit.

She warms up to you quickly, telling you she’s a transfer student who came to the afterparty to try and make friends. You lose track of how many times she shyly brushes her red hair over her ear, looking away when she notices you staring at her lips. You tell her that this afterparty is not the proper place for making friends, and offer to take her back to your apartment for the night.

To your surprise, Natasha goes with you, and not a second sooner than when you have her inside your apartment, you dive in for a kiss that she doesn’t resist.

Her lips are soft and sweet from her lipstick, and you grab onto the collar of her shirt to push her into your bedroom. Natasha’s eyes go wide when you lie her on your bed and straddle your waist. You grind down on her crotch and are surprised to feel the bulge there.

“I..I’ve never...” Natasha stutters, but you quiet her with a finger to her lips.

“Do you want me to take care of you tonight?” you ask, lifting yourself up to pull down the skirt of your cheerleading outfit. Natasha is quick to follow, unzipping her jeans and yanking them down her legs. She leaves her boxers on, maybe out of shyness, but you have no problem lowering yourself on her clothed bulge with your bare pussy.

You carefully rest yourself on her clothed bulge, grinding your heat back and forth. Natasha reaches for your hips, trying to slow your movements because she’s afraid she’s going to cum early before you’ve even fully touched her yet.

“Too much for you already?” you ask, pushing her hands away and rocking faster. “But you’re not even inside me yet, baby.”

Natasha pants, unable to formulate words as blood rushes to her cock and causes it to harden.

“You’re gonna fill me up with your cum, right Nat?” you ask, slowly pulling down her boxers and her cock pops out, the veins pulsating and her tip a dark red and already dripping. “Look how big you are. I don’t even know if you’re going to fit.”

“Y/N,” Natasha pants, struggling to keep her hips down when you take her throbbing cock in your hand and start to stroke it. “Please--”

“Please what?” Your hand stops moving.

“I--Oh, God,” Natasha moans, pushing her head back in the pillows when your thumb circles the spot below her tip.

“Tell me how it feels,” you say, stroking her again, squeezing her length in intervals and smiling when her body bucks uncontrollably.

“It feels...so good,” she mumbles.

“I know how to make you feel even better.”

You don’t let her protest as you remove your hand and swing your leg over her waist, positioning your opening at the head of her cock and sinking down a few inches. The burning ache inside of you eases as Natasha stretches you out, and you place your hands on her stomach to steady yourself.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Natasha almost sobs, overwhelmed at how tight and wet your pussy is around her cock. The pounding at the base of her cock is too much already, and she’s embarrassed to know she won’t last long.

You relax and try to suck in her entire length, finally meeting her thighs with yours and Natasha goes rigid as a board, trying desperately not to cum.

“You’re being such a good girl,” you praise. “And I know how close you are. It’s okay, Nat. Let go for me, Nat. I know you’ll make up for it later.”

Natasha bites on her lip, almost drawing blood, desperate to please you, but as you clench around her, she can’t hold back anymore.

Her back arches off the bed, lifting you up, as her cum spills into you. You continue to milk her for every drop she has, massaging her thighs and saying, “That’s a good girl. It’s okay to make a mess in me.”

Natasha finally drops down on the bed, her chest heaving, and you feel her cum drip down the inside of your own thighs.

“I...I’m so sorry,” she mumbles. “That was barely thirty seconds--”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetie. You have all night to make it up to me.”

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Nat knows exactly what she’s doing with that clothing choice.

She comes out of the gym, her citrusy scent even stronger than usual. You stop in the hall to say hello, but you’re too overwhelmed by her to even speak. Her shoulders are so broad it makes her upper body look like an upside down triangle.

You’re pretty sure it was arm day for her based on the pump she has going on, because even though she’s not flexing it still looks like her biceps are about to rip out of her skin. Her black shorts barely reach her mid-thigh, the quad muscles peeking out bigger than your waist is.

Natasha doesn’t say anything as she walks by, only winking at you, and you feel yourself melt. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own as they turn and follow after her. You hope she has enough energy for a second workout in bed with you.

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You’ve moved the couch to every single corner of the living room and Nat tells you again that she still doesn’t like how it looks in the space.

However, what she doesn’t tell you is how much she likes the way your biceps look every time you lift the couch off the floor to push it to a new corner. Or how your hamstrings flex into rods of steel when you bend over to pick up the fridge and carry it forward a few inches.

You’re ready to give up in pure frustration when you see Natasha looking at you and biting her lip. She grabs you by the front of your shirt and pushes you into the bedroom–she had no complaints about how the furniture was set up there.

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The first time Nat asks if you’ll wear a collar for her, you think it’s because she thinks of you like her pet, but then she explains that she just likes using it as a power play over you. You know how dominant she loves to be over you, especially when you’re almost twice her size yet quivering beneath her and begging her to fuck you until you can’t walk.

Natasha’s first collar for you is black with her red Black Widow symbol on the buckle. It feel strange to have it around your neck for the first time, and you notice how easy it is for Natasha to drag you around by grabbing onto your collar and directing you to stand by the edge of the bed, on your knees, or flat on your back. 

She eventually gets a leash for you too, tying one end to the bedpost and clipping the other end to your collar, controlling how much you can raise your neck when you’re deepthroating her over the edge of the bed. Or she’ll tie the end of the leash around your own wrists, so you can’t resist her without choking yourself and she loves hearing your helpless whines echo in the bedroom.

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You rut into your girlfriend like your life depends on it, watching as your slick length disappears inside of her and her stomach bulges out to accommodate you.

Natasha lies back on the bed as you fuck her, her hands turning white as she fists the sheets and another long, drawn-out moan tears out of her chest.

“Fuck, baby. Right there. I’m gonna cum so hard–” she gasps. Your own hands dig into her hips as you feel her warmth tighten and hold you in a vice grip that you can’t pull out of.

Cum gushes around your cock, and some even squirts onto your stomach as you slow the rocking of your hips. You wipe it off your abs, bringing your fingers to your mouth and sucking it off, momentarily wondering if you should dive in for another taste.

Natasha watches as you pull your gleaming cock out of her. It bobs hard and heavy still and you wrap your hand around it, jerking it slowly.

“You want to taste yourself, baby?” you ask, chuckling as Natasha eagerly sits up and pushes you on your back, her hot mouth descending on you to clean you off and let you finally cum down her throat.

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Natasha will often revert to Russian when she gets really caught up in the moment. It doesn’t matter if you’re going down on her or she has her hands all over you, but you know she’s pleased when you can’t understand what she’s saying.

However, when Nat realizes you don’t understand Russian and have made no attempts to learn it, she starts picking the most random words to say to you and seeing the effect it has on you.

“резиновая утка,” Natasha whispers in your ear with her fingers knuckle-deep inside of you. Your body bucks uncontrollably when she finds your sensitive spot and you cum hard, panting and begging her to stop.

Natasha continues to use this same phrase with you during sex, to the point that you recognize it and can almost cum on command when you hear it. For your next birthday, she purchases you a little yellow rubber duck for reasons you don’t understand and she refuses to explain, so you leave it on display on your nightstand.

Yelena comes by to visit your place one day, notices the toy, and comments on what a cute “резиновая утка” it is.

You almost pass out and Natasha cries from laughter.

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“What about this one?” Natasha twirled around in her skimpy red dress. Your eyes focus on her cleavage.

“It looks good,” you say, clearly distracted.

“You’ve said that about the last three dresses,” she pouts, crossing her arms under her chest and plumping up her cleavage even more.

“Because you look good in all of them.” Your mouth starts to drool and you wipe at your chin hastily. Your pants start to tighten and you shift your legs into a more comfortable position, showing off your growing bulge to Natasha.

“What about this? Do I look good like this, too?” Natasha strips out of her dress, standing naked in front of you and something inside of you snaps. You stand up, tearing off your own clothes as fast as humanly possibly and pressing your bare chest against hers. Your arms wrap around her back and clutch her against you, your cock bumping her center teasingly.

“You look delicious like this,” you tell her, moaning when you feel her wetness soaking the tip of your cock.

“Good enough to eat?” she asks, and you growl in her ear. You turn her around so she faces the long mirror propped up against the wall, you still standing behind her. Your hands cup her breasts and Natasha moans, tilting her head back and you lean down to suck on her neck, your teeth nibbling lightly on her skin.

“I’m going to devour you,” you promise, your right hand trailing down her stomach and slipping under her thigh, hoisting it up to widen the gap between her legs. “But after I fuck you first.”

Your cock is so raging hard you feel light-headed, but you steady yourself enough to slip it into Natasha, biting your lip as her heat spreads open around you and holds you snugly in place.

“Fuck, baby,” you gasp, not moving as you savor the moment of your connection with Natasha. She angles her thigh back, hooking her leg around your waist.

“Do I feel good?” Natasha whispers, leaning her weight against you and twisting her hands in your hair. “Because you feel so good in me right now. You’re the only one big enough to stretch me out like this.”

You start panting as you hips thrust forward in shallow strokes. The heat around your cock is so tight and delicious it makes your eyes roll, and you almost fall back on the bed as Natasha purposely squeezes around you.

“Oh God…Oh God, Nat,” you grunt, unable to speak in full sentences as you pound into her at a faster pace, desperate to seek the release that burns in the pit of your stomach.

“Harder, baby. I’m not that delicate,” Natasha insists, and your hips burn as you hammer into her harder, slamming the front of your thighs against her butt with each thrust. You lift your head to look at your reflections in the mirror. You’ve left claw marks on her chest and a dark hickey on her neck, and the sight of your marks on Natasha has your cock aching for release.

Natasha can feel you throbbing inside of her. “You like taking me like this?” she whispers, her whole body jerking forward with the force of each of your thrusts. “You like watching yourself do this to me?”

“Yes, yes I do.” Your chest heaves for air and you don’t think you’ll last another second.

Your body tightens and you freeze, your muscles trembling as you spill your cum into Natasha. Her walls continue to milk you until you can’t stand anymore, staggering back and collapsing on the edge of the bed and Natasha continues to grind on your lap.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” you say, trying to shift her off your cock but she refuses to budge.

“It’s enough when I get to cum,” Natasha responds, pushing you back on the bed and riding you until she gets her wish.

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Nat has the gym cameras pulled up on her phone at all times and every time she sees you’re there, she makes an excuse to visit. Sometimes she’ll just gawk from afar, but if she’s feeling extra bold, she’ll go in and sit on the bench next to yours, watching the beads of sweat roll down your neck and chest and wanting to lick them off.

One time, you ask if she’ll spot you, when the weight you’re lifting is easily twice Nat’s bodyweight and if you aren’t able to lift it yourself, Nat would simply be a witness to your death, but she agrees anyway.

Nat completely forgets she’s supposed to be spotting you and her eyes are glued to your arms as they lower the enormous weight towards your chest. She thinks about how easily you’d be able to toss her around the bedroom, and by the time she’s done fantasizing about what she wants you to do to her, you’ve returned the weight to its rack and are blinking up at her in concern.

Then Nat flees the gym, red-faced and embarrassed, but not enough to be heard through the walls that night, moaning your name over and over.

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Natasha’s the first one to make the suggestion, and you think it’s adorable how shy she is asking if you can take her on her knees. She’s curious what it would be like, and you’re excited to try it with her.

After buying an appropriately sized toy (you don’t want to start too big) and plenty of lube, you have Natasha propped up on all fours on the bed. You massage her thighs and butt as you tentatively move your hips forward to poke the toy against her hole.

You wait for her consent to push forward until just the head of the toy enters her. Natasha tenses, and your hand moves from her hip to her cock, stroking her gently until she relaxes again. You sink into her another inch, and she whines at the stretch, so you pause.

“More,” she says, and you keep going.

You swear her cock gets harder in your hand as you fill her ass. Natasha moans when your hips touch her butt, and you wait a few seconds for her to adjust before you start moving in short, jerky thrusts. You’re unfamiliar with this motion and you want to make sure you’re not hurting her, but based on the noises she’s making, you’re doing a good job.

“Y/N, Y/N,” she whimpers, her hips moving back and forth, alternating between the pleasure radiating from her cock and her ass.

“Almost there, baby?” you ask, noticing how limp she goes when your strap bumps against the sensitive spot inside of her.

“Yes,” she pants, dropping her head as she allows you to take control of her body and bring her to the most amazing orgasm she’s ever experienced. Your hips move faster, filling her to the brim, as your hand strokes her straining cock.

She cums without warning, spraying her own stomach and chest with her seed. Her back arches as you slam into her one final time, staying in place until her cum drips off your own hand.

“That felt so good,” Natasha admits when she has enough air to speak again. “Although next time, I’d love it if you filled me with cum…”

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“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask as Natasha slumps into the room, dropping her duffel bag to the floor. Her head hangs low and she says nothing as she walks over to the bed and flops down on the mattress next to you.

“Nat?” you say, nudging her shoulder gently.

“Just…work stuff,” she finally answers, her face still buried in the blankets.

You know her work is a touchy subject for her, and more often than not she’d rather just keep it to herself, no matter how much you tell her that her thoughts and opinions are safe with you.

“Do you want…a distraction?” is all you can offer her.

Natasha doesn’t respond at first, then flips herself over on the bed so she’s lying on her back. Your eyes immediately zone in on her bulge, and your mouth waters at the thought of having it in your mouth.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Natasha sighs, and it hurts you how genuinely upset she sounds.

“It’s okay, baby,” you assure. “If I can do anything to help, I want to.”

“Are you sure?” She sits up, her arms winding around your waist and pulling you closer so you’re perched atop her muscular thighs.

“Always.” You lean in and kiss her softly. Despite her muscles, her line of work, and the cold, intimidating way she carried herself, your girlfriend was an absolute sweetheart. She always wanted the best for you and she always wanted to take care of the people closest to her.

But right now, it was your turn to return the favor and make her feel good.

You push Natasha back against the pillows and shift down to sit between her legs. You undo her belt buckle and pull down her pants, moving out of the way so she can kick them and her boxers off. Her cock twitches against her thigh as you stare at it hungrily, finally lowering your head to take the tip in your mouth and suck lightly.

Natasha moans, dropping her head back into the pillows. Her legs instinctively push further apart as you descend on her cock, determined to fit her entire length down your throat. No matter how many times you’ve done this, it’s still a challenge to take her all the way.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels like heaven,” Natasha pants, wrapping her hand in your hair and trying to push you down faster. You feel her veins throbbing in your mouth and you force yourself to relax, your eyes tearing up when you feel her poke the back of your throat.

You swallow around her, and Natasha bucks up into you, despite that she can’t thrust any more of herself into you. Her pre-cum shoots directly down your throat, and while you wish your taste buds extended back so you could taste her, you’re happy to milk her cock with your throat.

Her body flexes, the muscles in her thighs tightening as she uses all her impressive strength to hold herself back from destroying you.

“Oh my God,” Natasha mutters over and over, looking down and loving the sight of you between her legs, your lips sealed around the base of her cock.

She gives no warning before she cums, and there’s too much of it for you to swallow. You pull back when you can’t take anymore, wiping the corner of your mouth. Her cock is still hard and a darker color than before, glistening with your saliva, and clearly ready for another round.

Natasha motions you forward, her hands gripping onto your waist as she helps you lower yourself onto her cock and you ride her until she forgets about her stressful day.

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“Anaconda? This isn’t really a date movie, is it?” Natasha asks as she watches you pull up the movie on Netflix.

“Oh, you thought this was a date?” you respond, and Natasha glares at you. You laugh and sit back on the couch, motioning her to join you and she sits close enough for your legs to touch. You sneak your arm on the cushion behind her head, just waiting for the right time to rest it on her shoulder.

Natasha was right, this wasn’t really the best movie to pick for your first…date, meeting, whatever you two wanted to call it. But the CGI of the snake is surprisingly convincing for a 1997 film, and you two find yourselves genuinely entertained. Natasha cuddles closer to you during the more intense moments, like the boat attack and Owen Wilson’s demise.

Her hand rests on your thigh, slowly moving up to the area between your legs.

“Hmm, I thought the only anaconda here was the one on the screen,” Natasha says. Her hand keeps rubbing you over your jeans.

“If you keep going, I’m gonna get hard,” you tell her.

“That’s the idea.” Natasha slowly undoes your zipper and you make no effort to stop her, your attention drifting away from the movie to watch her. She pulls your cock out through your boxers and strokes it until pre-cum covers your head. The way Natasha’s staring at your cock makes you get impossibly harder, but you don’t want to waste your cum with a handjob.

“It’s not going to suck itself,” you say with a wink.

“It looks like it’s already going to blow,” Natasha responds.

“So don’t let it go to waste.”

It takes Natasha a second to consider what she wants to do, leaning forward and taking your cock into her mouth. You grunt at the wetness that engulfs you, jerking your hips up out of instinct. Her tongue traces down the throbbing vein and you grab onto her hair, pushing her down (but not with all of your strength). Natasha gags around your length and you stop, letting her pull back for air.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” she says, licking her lips. “Take your jeans off, baby, so I can fit all of you in my throat.”

The movie completely forgotten now, you stand up and practically jump out of your pants and boxers. Natasha drops to her knees, wrapping her arms around your muscular thighs and pulling you close. You tower over her and she looks up at you through her long eyelashes.

“Stick your tongue out,” you demand, and she obeys. You hold the base of your cock and slap the head against her tongue, rewarding her with a little bit of your taste.

“Please let me suck you off, baby,” Natasha begs.

“Are you gonna swallow it all when I cum?” you ask.

“Yes, yes,” she promises, and you push her head onto your cock with a sigh of satisfaction at the warmth that engulfs you. Her nails dig into your butt as she takes you all the way, and you throw your head back with a moan, that she responds with one of her own, causing vibrations to ripple up your cock and your hips stutter.

She pulls you in and the head of your cock bumps against the back of her throat. Your hips rocket back and forth, dragging your cock in and out of her mouth, until the stimulation sets you on the edge.

“Fuck, Nat. You ready?” you pant, squeezing your abdominal muscles to try and hold back for another few seconds. Natasha nods eagerly around you, and you arch your back as you cum. Your seed goes straight down her throat, milking you for every drop until Natasha realizes you’re still cumming but she needs to take a breath.

You notice, and instead of letting her breathe through her nose, you pull your cock out and send a few blasts across her face.

“You look so pretty with my cum all over you,” you say, flopping back on the couch and letting Natasha crawl into your lap. She cleans her face with her hand and makes a big show licking it all off her palm, and both of you feel your cock harden underneath her again.

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Natasha loves being on top of you. Whether it’s your face between her legs, or your muscular body under hers, it makes her feel almost drunk with power to know the kind of strength you have yet you’re submitting to let her be in control.

Currently, she has you pinned to the bed, one leg on either side of your torso as she rolls her hips to make contact with your hard abdomen. You tighten your stomach until you feel like you can’t breathe to give her a solid surface to grind on, and she digs her nails into your strong thighs in appreciation.

“Yes, just like that, baby,” she pants, changing the angle of her hips so she can brush her clit against the cut muscles of your stomach. Her wetness coats your skin, making it gleam, and part of you wishes that you had asked her to ride your face instead.

Your hands circle her full bottom, squeezing the supple flesh until she whines.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this, Nat,” you pant. You can practically smell her arousal and feel the heat of her center rubbing against your abs. When you picture yourself plunging into her, her walls wrapping tightly around you, your cock gives an aching throb and you dig your heels into the mattress to stop yourself from bucking Natasha off.

“I’m almost there,” Natasha says, now eyeing your cock that strains between your legs. She’s watched it go from soft to fully erect and she swears she can see the veins on it pulse every time she lowers herself to grind on your abs.

A bead of pre-cum drips out of your tip and Natasha stares as it rolls down the side of your cock, wanting nothing more than to lick it up like ice cream melting on a cone.

But then she’s distracted when you jerk your hips up, bumping your abdominal muscles harder against her clit, and she suddenly loses control. A gush of cum spills onto your stomach, and you hold Natasha still as she finishes, rubbing gentle circles on her hipbones and trying to ignore the ache of your own pending release.

“Hold on, baby,” Natasha says when she finds her breath. “Let me take care of you.” She swings her leg around so she can face you, then moves down until her dripping pussy hovers over your cock.

“Nat–” You don’t even get her full name out before she sinks down. You throw your head back into the pillows and moan as her perfect heat stretches around you. Your hands find purchase on her firm thighs, and all thoughts disappear from your mind as Natasha starts riding you, rolling her hips back and forth.

Your cock pounds with unreleased pressure and you thrust up to meet her, but you’re completely out of rhythm because you can’t focus. Natasha laughs, then leans forward to hold onto your biceps and keep you lying flat on the bed as she continues to bounce on your waist. Her walls feel like silk around you and you know there’s no place on Earth you’d rather be than inside her.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you splutter, before going entirely still and Natasha feels your warmth fill her up as you lose control. She keeps squeezing you until your legs shake and you lift her off.

Natasha drips her cum and yours onto the sheets as she crawls over to lie next to you, cuddling into your side and you kiss her forehead while wrapping your arms around her.

“I love you, Nat,” you whisper.

She nuzzles her cheek against your chest. “Love you, too.”

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You knock on the door twice, stepping back and bouncing the tray of cookies in your arms nervously. It had been years since you had seen your parents, and while you talked to them almost every week, you knew it was a big deal to see them in person.

Work had kept you away longer than you would have liked–but a promotion to CEO was not something you took lightly. However, once you settled into your role, you decided to take some time off and visit home.

The door suddenly opens, and your mom bursts out, jumping into your arms and you almost drop the cookies. After a few minutes of tearful hugging, your mom drags you into the house to greet your dad.

Your blissful family reunion is interrupted when you hear a familiar voice, and you look up and see Natasha Romanoff standing in the kitchen, wearing a skimpy black dress that normally you wouldn’t have allowed given that your mother was in the same room, but since it’s your first time seeing her in years too, you give her a pass.

Her curves are fuller, and she’s covered the wrinkles on her face with a heavy layer of makeup, but you think she looks even more beautiful than she was before.

“What…What are you doing here?” you ask, pushing away from your parents to approach her in the kitchen.

“Your mom invited me,” Natasha says with a shrug. “She said she didn’t feel comfortable with me being alone during the holidays.”

“Alone?” The last you had heard, she had married some wannabe actor from a popular comedy show and had a child with him.

“Yeah.” Natasha subtly shows off her left hand, which is now absent of a wedding ring.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” you say.

“Don’t be.” She waves you off. You don’t miss her glance over your body and bite her lip in appreciation. With your promotion, you had less time to focus on yourself, but you still always made an effort to eat healthy and workout when you could. While you felt the results could be better, you were happy and judging from the way Natasha nodded her head as she looked away from you, she was happy too.

You help Natasha finish prepping dinner in the kitchen. You don’t miss the way she rubs her front against your back, just trying to “squeeze by” with the honey baked ham, and then her arm is almost pressed against yours when you stand side-by-side to chop the vegetables for the appetizer platter.

At the dinner table, Natasha fills your plate with a little bit of everything. You think it’s sweet that she remembers the kind of appetite you have, and the food–all of it home-cooked–is absolutely delicious. Natasha is sitting next to you, and gradually her hand finds its place on your muscular thigh, squeezing it teasingly throughout the meal.

You almost choke on a slice of ham, and Natasha pats your back to help you clear your throat. You look at her, a little nervous at her boldness, but she winks and you and turns back to her plate.

After dessert, Natasha retires to the spare bedroom on the first floor. You offer her your old bedroom, but she politely declines and disappears into the bathroom to shower. Your parents head upstairs to unwind, and you’re stuck with a mountain of dishes to clean.

But the tedious work takes your mind off Natasha, at least for a little bit. The touches against you during dinner, the way she kept bringing up her loneliness from the divorce. You know she’s desperate for you, but you don’t know if it’s right to reciprocate. After all, you had just reconnected, and it seemed a little rash to go after her again after how things ended the last time.

You tie up the full trash bag and carry it outside to throw directly into the bin. The window to Natasha’s room is near the garbage bins, and it’s open just enough for you to hear her inside.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N. Yes, right there, baby. Harder. I need more of you.”

You drop the trash bag on the ground in shock, sneaking up closer to the window to peer inside.

Natasha is lying naked on the bed, her legs spread wide open with her fingers knuckle-deep into her core, pumping frantically. Her eyes are closed as she imagines replacing her fingers with your bigger ones, and how she would dig her nails into your flexing forearm while begging you to move faster. She remembers the way you would take her to bed, all passion and intensity, only needing minutes to have her squirming underneath you. And then when she would return the favor, she loved having your powerful thighs wrapped around her head or grinding on your abs until she came all over your stomach.

You’re not sure how long you stand there watching Natasha pleasure herself, but suddenly, your feet are taking you back into the house and you barge into her room. Natasha smiles at you and beckons you forward with a crook of her finger.

“Come fuck me, baby,” she says, and you’re tearing off your clothes as fast as you can leaping into bed with her. You don’t care that your parents are upstairs, and this reminds you of your high school days when you would try and sneak girls home to have sex with while your parents were down the hall. Needless to say, you were caught more than once, but this time, you’ll try to keep Natasha quiet.

You lay on top of Natasha, careful not to lower all of your weight onto her, and wrap your arms around her, kissing her and tasting her cherry lipstick. She smears it along your cheek and down your neck, lightly biting on your trapezius muscle. You shift to the side, moaning when you feel her lips wrap around one of your nipples, then biting your lip and trying to silence yourself. Natasha looks up at you, her fingers trailing down your abs, but you stop her before she can reach between your legs.

“You asked me to fuck you,” you whisper, panting as her lips pull away from your chest. “But you have to promise to be quiet.”

“How can I be quiet when you’re the one fucking me?” she says, and you feel your stomach clench at the praise.

“You’re gonna have to try or I won’t do it,” you reply, although you think it’ll take an impossible amount of willpower to resist Natasha Romanoff in bed.

“Fine, fine,” she relents. You lay next to her, slipping your hand down to her center and rubbing your finger through her wetness. You pinch her clit and she gasps, but you lean over and cover your mouth with hers.

“You promised,” you whisper, sliding your fingers into her with ease and she bucks into your hand. As you thrust into her, your thumb circles her clit, spreading her wetness everywhere between her thighs. Natasha pants into your mouth, her nails clawing at your shoulder and bicep, her hips rocking wildly.

“Fuck, fuck, no one can make me cum as fast as you,” she says.

“Not even your ex-husband?” you ask, thrusting so fast your forearm is on fire.

“He never made me cum,” she pouts, and you push your fingers into her hard enough for her to whimper.

“Then it looks like I have a lot to make up for,” you respond. Her walls start clenching around your fingers and her stomach tightens. “Go ahead, Nat. Go ahead and make a mess for me.”

She pulls down on the back of your neck to bring your shoulder close to her mouth to bite on so she doesn’t throw her head back and scream loud enough to alert your parents. Cum gushes down your hand, and you’re pretty sure you’re bleeding from where Natasha bit you. But she releases you as you pull out, kissing your skin softly and you wince.

“Don’t leave me, baby,” Natasha murmurs against your chest.

“I made that mistake once,” you say, scooping her up in your arms and cuddling her close. “I won’t do it again.”

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You load up the barbell with as many plates as you dare, lying down on the bench and staring up at the bar that carries almost twice your bodyweight. Your fingers wrap around the cold metal, and just as you’re about to push it off the rack, you hear someone walk up to you.

“Need a spotter?”

You lift your head high enough to see Natasha walking towards you, wearing nothing but a tight sports bra and very short shorts that are hardly long enough to even cover her butt.

“No, I’m good,” you respond, lying back down. Just as you take the bar in your hands again, a considerable weight drops down on your stomach, almost knocking the breath out of your lungs. “What the–?”

“You said you didn’t need a spotter,” Natasha said, rocking herself back and forth to get comfortable, and you can feel her wetness through her shorts. “So hopefully you don’t mind me just taking a seat to watch.”

“Nat…” Despite your confidence in yourself, you also don’t want to put yourself in danger by lifting too heavy with Natasha distracting you.

“Come on. I know you can do it.”

At her insistence, you lay your head down and look up at the bar. You wrap your hands around the textured metal, taking a deep breath and preparing yourself. Just as you push up with all your strength, shifting the bar over your chest, Natasha ruts backwards, bumping against the bulge in your pants with her butt.

“Nat,” you warn, your arms quivering from the effort. You feel all the blood rush down between your legs and now you don’t know if you’ll be able to get the weight down and up successfully.

“I thought you were the strongest Avenger,” Natasha says, grinding on your stomach harder and you inhale to steady your core, your abdominal muscles flexing so much Natasha has to hold back a moan.

Not wanting to waste any more energy, you lower the bar towards your chest, gravity helping you on the way down, but after it bounces off your pecs, you go to raise it back up, and now you’re not sure if you can do it.

“Yes, almost there, baby,” Natasha pants, and it takes you a second to realize that she’s playing with herself while still perched atop of you. Her right hand is down inside her shorts, the muscles flexing in her forearm. You’re a little annoyed at the way she’s using you when you’re clearly trying to set a personal record.

The anger gives you strength and with a massive effort and grunt, you bring the barbell up to the level with the rack and carefully lower it back onto the pegs.

“See? That was too easy,” Natasha says, and you sit up suddenly, almost causing her to fall to the floor. You pull her hand out, looking at the wetness gathered between her fingers and feel yourself throb at the sight.

“If you’re going to use me to get off, you better get ready to return the favor,” you say, grabbing Natasha’s chin as you stand up. You look down at her with a smirk, enjoying how desperate and submissive she looks for you even though she’s almost as big as you are.

You switch places with her, putting your hand on her broad back and bending her forward, pulling down her shorts and then your own.

“Is this what you wanted?” you hiss, first brushing your fingers through her heat to collect her slick on your hand and then using it to lubricate your cock. “To watch me set a PR and then fuck you on the bench press?”

“Maybe!” Natasha squeaks as you fold her over, lining up your cock with her heat and pressing into her. “Fuck me until I can’t walk,” she begs, rutting back against you so her muscular thighs slap against yours.

“If you don’t ask me to carry you out of the gym, I didn’t do my job,” you grunt, thrusting into her roughly. You’re already sweating from your earlier workout and you can feel the droplets drip down the center of your chest and your abs as your core works overtime to fill Natasha over and over.

The way she clenches and squeezes your cock makes your stomach twist until you feel yourself ready to burst. Every time your tip drags against the ridge along her front wall makes you see stars, but you’re determined not to release until she does.

The gym is filled with the clapping sounds of your thighs meeting her butt, watching the muscle there jiggle every time your bodies collide.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Natasha pants, her nails tearing into the foam padding of the bench. Her entire body shakes as you thrust into her with all your strength, maintaining a tight hold on her hips to keep her from falling off the bench.

“This enough for you, baby?” you grunt, pounding into her with every throbbing inch you have.

Natasha is in too much ecstasy to speak, but she reaches behind her to pry one of your hands off her hip, lacing her fingers with yours and squeezing them tightly as she cums around you. The sensation is too much for you and your cock pulses your seed into her, and when you finally pull out there’s a big mess left on the bench.

Natasha turns around to face you, her legs literally shaking as she reaches out for you and you pick her up, carrying her out of the gym to your bedroom for round two.

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The video of Nat fucking herself while moaning your name becomes your absolute favorite to watch whenever you jerk yourself off. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you cum just from watching it, but it’s a testament to the effect Nat has on you.

To return the favor of many orgasms, you start sending your own pictures and videos to Nat. You know how much she loves the ones of your bulge tenting the fabric of your sweatpants, and eventually you grow bolder and let her see your dick, hard and throbbing in your hand. (Nat knows that your hands are bigger than hers, and the fact that you can’t even grip yourself fully makes her pussy pound with desire at taking your full length.)

Once in a while, you’ll even send her a video of you jerking off and moaning her name, verbalizing how much you want to be inside of her and filling her with your cum until it leaks out and down her thighs.

Eventually, the teasing is too much for the both of you. Natasha corners you at Tony’s party one night and drags you into the bathroom. You lift her onto the sink counter, hastily undoing your pants and then hers, your hard cock springing out and Natasha licks her lips at the sight.

She doesn’t know if she’d rather have you in her pussy or down her throat, but you make the decision easy for her when you wrap your strong arms around her thighs, sliding her off the counter enough to slip inside her heat and fuck her into oblivion.

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“Fuck, Nat. Oh fuck.”

You’re ready to split the headboard in half with your hands as you hold onto it for your life, thrusting your hips forward so your cock slides through Natasha’s breasts, already shiny with the amounts of pre-cum you’re leaking everywhere.

You don’t think you’ve ever been so hard in your life, the veins on your cock pounding and the tip spilling more pre-cum as it taps Natasha’s chin with every thrust.

“Open your mouth,” you demand, and she tilts her head down and obeys, looking up at you innocently as your cockhead moves past her lips and seals around your tip, sucking just enough for you to almost lose all control that second.

You have no words to describe your euphoria anymore as you pump yourself between Natasha’s tits and into her mouth. Natasha doesn’t mind that you’re so focused on your own pleasure, but the ache in her center is unbearable at being unfilled so she grabs your wrists, moving them from the headboard and directing them to holding her breasts together so she can use her own hand to dive between her legs and play with herself.

You start to lose your rhythm the closer you get to your release and you clench all your muscles to hold back.

“Your tits are so perfect, Nat,” you pant, pushing them together to create an even tighter squeeze around your cock. “And I’m gonna cum all over them.”

Finally, the pressure at the base of your cock is too much to hold back anymore and your load shoots in hot, white spurts, catching Natasha on the chin and chest. The sight of her covered in your cum has your cock standing at attention almost right away, but your thighs are still trembling so you lower your body carefully on top of Natasha’s, flattening her against the bed. You feel her arm working between your bodies and you swat away her hand to replace her fingers with your own, pumping them into her core until her head is pushed back into the pillows and she’s screaming your name.

“I want you inside of me,” Natasha says when she comes down from her high. She wraps her legs around your waist, digging her heels into your back to bring you forward until your hard cock bumps her center. “Please, baby?”

She doesn’t have to ask twice. You line yourself up, and the combined lubrication makes it easy for you to push past her entrance, her warm walls hugging your cock perfectly. Natasha clings to your back, her nails tearing across your muscles as she takes your rough and uneven thrusts.

You grunt into her ear, telling her how good she feels around you, and Natasha has never felt so appreciated before in her life. She almost wants to cry, but buries her face into your neck, holding onto you as tight as she can and never wanting to let go.

“I love you.”

You stop mid-thrust, not sure you heard her correctly or if you’d just imagined it. Natasha looks up at you, either shocked that she said it herself or because you’ve stopped fucking her.

“Did you…” you start.

“I’m…I’m sorry.” Natasha’s face reddens more than her hair. She tries squirming out from under you, but you’re much stronger than her so you pin her down easily.

“Did you mean that?” you ask, looking into her eyes.

Natasha says nothing.

You lean down to kiss her softly and Natasha practically melts beneath you and you roll your hips again, with much more gentleness than you ever have before. It was like a switch had been flipped; this was no longer a senseless fuck session between you two. Natasha said she loved you, something you had never had the courage to say first, but you wanted to show her you did too with every fiber of your being.

Although your cock still throbs, it’s simmered down to a pleasurable, but not overwhelming, burn in your stomach. Natasha grabs onto your butt, squeezing your muscular flesh there and guiding the angle of your hips. You tangle your hands in her hair, directing her head up so you can kiss her in between the gasps and whines that escape her mouth.

“Fuck,” you grunt when her silky walls ripple around your shaft. “I love you too, Nat,” you finally say, and that seems to do it for the both of you. Natasha arches her back as she cums, pressing her chest against yours, and your entire body tightens, your muscles flexing and straining as you empty your load into her.

You pull out and lie next to Natasha, neither of you saying a word. She scoots closer to you, eventually crawling to lay on top of you, and you wrap your strong arms around her and hold her securely as you both drift off to sleep.

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Natasha pistons her hips up rapidly, pumping herself as deep as she can go down your throat. Her hands tangle in your hair, holding you in place as she plunges herself into the heat and wetness of your mouth.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels amazing,” she pants. Your hands are currently squeezing into her thighs to steady yourself, but one of them begins to wander, cupping her balls before going even further back until your finger prods at the opening of her ass.

Natasha’s hips jump forward in surprise, causing you to gag when she bumps the back of your throat and your eyes water.

“Oh, shit, sorry, baby,” she apologizes, saddened but understanding when you pull your mouth off her length. Her cock bobs in the air, wet with your saliva.

“I know you’re almost there,” you say, using all your willpower to stop yourself from going down on her again. “But do you want to try something different?” you ask, a devious idea entering your mind.

“Like what?” Natasha trusts you more than anyone in her life and she is always open to exploring new kinks and positions with you.

“Do you want to ride me?” you propose.

You swear you see her cock harden just a little bit more and smirk. While most of the time, you’re the one taking Natasha, recently she’s opened up more to taking you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything hotter when Natasha impales herself on your strap, and just the thought of having her on your lap like that has you rushing out of bed and stumbling to grab your strap out of the dresser.

Natasha strokes herself while she waits for you to put the strap on and coat it with a generous amount of lube. You go back and sit on the bed, propping your back against the headboard. She straddles your lap, holding on your shoulders to steady herself before slowly pushing your strap into her ass.

“Oh fuck, that’s big,” Natasha moans, although your strap isn’t quite as big as her cock (you hope that one day she’ll let you use one of equal size, but for now, you don’t want to compete sizes with her in bed).

“You can take it, baby, I know you can,” you encourage, rubbing her thighs to help her relax. Her cock deflates a little bit, but you know you can bring her back to full hardness easily.

“Oh my God,” Natasha says when she rests fully on your lap, taking a moment to adjust to the new fullness inside of her.

“Start moving, baby. It’ll feel better soon,” you say.

Slowly, Natasha rocks her hips forward and backward, moaning as your strap presses against her sensitive spots. She rests her forehead against yours, panting at the stimulation. You both watch as her cock returns to its fullness, the veins pulsing and pre-cum leaking out of the tip.

“Fuck me,” Natasha begs, needing you to move with her. “Please fuck me, Y/N.”

“Hold on, baby.” You roll your hips up in sync with her movements and Natasha keens in pleasure. “You like that, Nat? You like riding me and letting me fuck your ass like this?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Natasha gasps, clawing at your shoulders.

Her cock rubs against your stomach with every thrust, smearing her pre-cum across your abs and Natasha can hardly contain herself with the extra stimulation. You’re tempted to wrap your hand around her and pump until she cums on your breasts, but you want her to reach her high from you fucking her ass alone.

“Keep riding me like the good girl you are, Nat,” you say. Your girlfriend has gone completely unintelligible, panting and moaning as your strap slides deeply into her. “Don’t stop until you’re ready to cum.”

“I’m…I…” Natasha bites on her bottom lip to focus, desperate to prolong her high as much as she can, but the stimulation is too much for her. She arches into you and you feel her warm cum splash onto your chest. You let your hips rest on the bed and wrap your arms around her torso, holding her close to you.

“Good girl, Nat,” you praise, stroking her hair and kissing her cheek. “That’s my good girl.”

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Natasha has to look away when Steve puts his arm around your shoulder in a side-hug and you lean into him and laugh at his joke. She can’t even name the things she would give up to take Steve’s place next to you, to have her arm around you and have you laughing at her joke instead. Even though Steve is a close friend of hers, she has always harbored a near-uncontrollable level of jealousy of him because of how close he was to you.

She knows you hardly look at her when she enters a room and the few moments the two of you have had alone, you’re always painfully professional and cordial with her. But at the end of the day, Natasha doesn’t blame you for it. Steve was a better alpha than her, anyway. She didn’t know the first thing about being someone’s alpha, let alone yours, and didn’t think she would be able to satisfy you with her inexperience and hesitancy.

Tony hosts a party that weekend, but Steve is called out last-minute on a mission. You come in alone, looking a little lost without your partner/alpha by your side. Natasha feels like this is her chance to make a move with you, but ultimately, her insecurities win out and she stays by the bar, miserably slamming vodka shots and wondering if she’ll ever be good enough for anyone.

You hadn’t expected to attend Tony’s party solo. Steve was your best friend, surprising you with how well you got along with someone who was old enough to be your grandpa, but he had been nothing but kind and respectful to you. You trusted him with your life and kept no secrets from him, but you didn’t see him as a romantic partner.

There was someone else you wanted, but they always seemed so shy around you, you were beginning to lose hope that anything could ever happen with them.

You find an empty corner in the table and sip a glass of wine, not interested in casual socialization with anyone tonight. You weren’t even sure why you still came when Steve texted you that he was being called to work, but you felt it would be rude to not show up with a legitimate excuse.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You look up as a man slides into the seat across from you. His hair is greasy with gel and his eyes tell you that he’s already a few drinks into the night. There are two friends that stand next to your table, effectively preventing you from just getting up and excusing yourself. You feel your heartbeat pound faster in your chest.

“Where’s your alpha?” the greasy-haired man asks.

“My what?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with us now.” The man laughs, prompting his friends to do the same. You can’t remember ever seeing any of them before, but Tony invites anyone that knows his name, so you can’t narrow down where they might’ve come from at all.

“So you thought you’d come to Stark’s party in hopes that another alpha would come by and claim you?” the man snickers.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” you assert, standing up as the man’s two friends step towards you menacingly.

“Not yet,” the man says. “But you know what would be better than being claimed by one alpha? How about three?” He smiles predatorily.

“Get away from me right now,” you say, your fingers closing tightly around the stem of your wine glass in case you need to smash it over one of their heads.

“Oh, we love a fighter,” the man says. “I hope it’s not just an act–”

“Hey.”

A familiar voice enters the conversation, and you almost melt with relief when you see Natasha Romanoff shove her way between the man’s two friends and offer you her hand.

“I’ve been looking all over for you. Come on.”

You don’t question where she’s going to take you, just eager to get away from these three creepy alphas.

“Whoa, whoa, where are you taking–” the man interrupts.

“Shut it,” Natasha warns. “You’re all done here. Now get out before I have my friends escort you out.”

The man looks like he wants to protest, but when he sees Clint and Bruce eyeing them from the corner of the room, he grabs onto his buddies and pushes them towards the exit.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Natasha asks, taking you to the bar and ordering you a glass of water.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks for that. You didn’t have to,” you say, sipping your water with trembling hands.

“I wasn’t going to just stand there and watch them talk to you like that,” Natasha says, and you’re pretty sure this is the longest conversation you’ve ever had with her. The nerves of talking to your crush and what had just happened start to get to you and you feel yourself begin to sweat under your clothes.

Natasha looks at you with concern. “Y/N, are you–”

“Can we go back upstairs? If you’re okay leaving the party early, that is,” you ask.

She doesn’t hesitate. “Sure.”

You don’t miss the way Natasha keeps her hand on your back as she follows you to the elevators and you both go up to the penthouse where the suites are located. But instead of going to your room, your feet take you to Natasha’s, and she doesn’t protest as you sit down on her bed and make yourself comfortable. Her scent, reminding you of the woods with a hint of vanilla, fills the entire room and you instinctively relax, like sinking into a hot tub.

Natasha sits next to you, her scent surrounding her like a cloud, and you can barely focus when she hands you a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” you finally say. “Not just for the water, but also what you did at the party.”

Natasha shrugs. “Steve wouldn’t have been happy if something happened to his omega.”

Her words catch you off guard. “Steve’s omega?” you repeat.

Natasha looks at you. “Wait, are you not–”

“Steve and I are just friends,” you clarify, your heart deflating at the thought that Natasha mistook your close friendship for an actual relationship.

“You two seem very close.”

“We are, but not like that,” you say.

“Oh.” Now Natasha feels dumb.

“I had my eye on another alpha for a while,” you admit, surprising yourself with your boldness. “But I’m not sure if they’d ever make a move on me.”

It takes Natasha a moment, but when she makes the realization, she gasps audibly and stares at you with wide eyes.

“M-Me?” she stammers, unable to believe that you actually want her.

You nod, biting your lip as you look at her. The overwhelming scent of her room is embarrassingly enough to get you going and you feel the wetness pooling between your legs uncomfortably.

“Do you want me?” you ask, leaning forward until your heads are inches apart. You feel her hot breath on your lips and the urge to dive forward and kiss her.

“Since the moment I saw you,” Natasha whispers, surprising herself by taking initiative and closing the distance between you two. Her lips are soft and her lip gloss tastes like coconut. Natasha presses towards you eagerly, her hands closing around your shoulders and gently pressing you to lie down on her bed. “Is this okay?” she asks, now hovering over you.

You swear you’re already gushing at the sight of Natasha on top of you like this. “It’s more than okay,” you assure, tangling your hands in her silky red hair and pulling her in for another kiss.

Natasha practically devours you and you feel yourself ache with an emptiness you know only she can fill. You open your legs to invite Natasha to lie between them and when you feel the heat of her clothed bulge against your center, you can’t even think anymore.

All you want is Natasha buried deep inside of you, filling with her cum, and claiming you as her omega.

You break away from the heavy kisses long enough to remove your clothing and Natasha watches you for a moment before scrambling to remove her own. You moan when you touch your panties and realize how soaked through they are and you know Natasha can smell it by the way her eyes widen.

“Look what you’ve done to me, baby,” you say. “I’m soaking for you.”

“So desperate for me, huh?” Natasha stumbles a little over the dirty talk, but you find it endearing. She pulls down her boxers, her hard cock springing out at an impressive length, the tip red and leaking pre-cum. “Lie back, baby,” she says. “I’ll take care of you.”

Natasha takes her place back on top of you, teasing you by running her cock through your slicked folds. She’s never claimed an omega before and is worried about releasing too early and not being able to satisfy you.

“Fuck, baby, just put it in already,” you beg, the emptiness between your legs almost painful now.

Natasha knows that she won’t be able to deny you much longer. Her cock is throbbing so hard she can’t think of anything else, and after taking your hips in her hands, she lines herself up with your entrance and pushes into you.

Both of you moan at the same time. Natasha is the biggest you’ve ever taken, and while the stretch burns at first, you feel so satisfyingly full you never want her to pull out. You feel complete with her inside of you and when she starts to rock her hips slowly, you claw down her back and hold onto her butt, guiding her to thrust harder.

“Yes, Nat, just like that,” you pant, a moan ripping out of your throat every time her cock rubs through your clenching walls.

“You feel amazing,” Natasha says, her voice tight as she tries not to explode just yet. The way your pussy grips onto her is unlike anything she’s ever experienced and it’s like your body was made just to fit her. “Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N.”

“You do, too. Don’t stop,” you say, listening to the headboard of the bed slam against the wall with every thrust.

Natasha lowers her head to kiss you passionately, looping her arms under yours to pull you into her so she can penetrate you even deeper. Your pussy spasms around her and she moans against your lips, pistoning her hips harder.

“Mine. You’re all mine,” she growls.

“All yours when you knot me,” you remind her, feeling the swelling at the base of her cock when she pushes her entire length into you. As full as you already feel, you can’t wait for her to knot you and pump her seed into you until your stomach swells.

“Are you sure?” Natasha pants, slowing her thrusts to control her release. “Are you sure you want this, Y/N?”

“It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted,” you admit.

It’s the only thing Natasha’s ever wanted, too. To claim you and to be able to call you her omega.

“Okay.” She knows she won’t last much longer and the base of her cock begins to swell. Her thrust become sloppier and you widen your legs so she has room to bury herself all the way. “Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…”

“Make me yours, Nat,” you beg, digging your nails into her shoulders until you’re sure you’ll draw blood.

With one final thrust that shakes your entire body, Natasha pushes her knot past your entrance and releases her load inside of you. The warmth that fills you is indescribable, and you throw your head back with a moan as Natasha’s cock continues to pulse, shooting ropes of cum deep into your womb. The pressure and fullness is too much and you find your own release at the same time, craning your neck up to clamp your teeth around Natasha’s collarbone and claiming her as she knots you.

Natasha howls at the sting and the delight at you marking her. When she finally stops cumming, she relaxes her weight on top of you and nuzzles your cheek gently. You purr in response, happy to be full of cum and claimed by your alpha.

The two of you lie like that for a long time, until Natasha’s knot deflates and she can pull out, spilling most of her seed onto the bedsheets. You cling to her, feeling the most satisfied and happy you had ever been in your life.

“Thank you, my alpha,” you whisper, kissing the bite mark on her chest.

“I love you, my omega.”

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Natasha can hardly sleep thinking about the birthday present she has in mind for you. The night before, she doesn’t set an alarm, afraid to wake you up prematurely. She snuggles up in your arms as you instinctively wrap them around her, pressing your front to her back, burying your face in the crook of her neck to inhale her scent as you fall asleep. The two of you have been together for almost a year now and Natasha already knows there’s no one else she wants to spend the rest of her life with. You are her best friend, protector, and lover. She didn’t think she would ever find someone like you and promises to cherish and return your love as you deserve.

She falls asleep for a few hours and when she wakes up, finds that you’ve rolled away from her, lying flat on your back, your chest rising and falling deeply as you’re completely knocked out. Natasha lifts herself slowly, licking her lips as she takes in your figure: the impressive width of your shoulders that she loves to hold onto when you’re absolutely railing her, your washboard abs she could grind on for hours, and perhaps her favorite part, the bulge in your boxers.

She pushes away the blankets, exposing your entire body and moving to sit in between your legs, carefully slipping down your boxers, a little surprised that you don’t wake up when they get tangled around your ankles. She tosses them to some random corner of the bedroom before settling back, wrapping her arms underneath your heavily muscled thighs to pull herself forward, her mouth inches away from your soft cock. If you had been awake, you probably would have been able to feel the hot puffs of her breath over the head, but instead you snore softly and sink your head deeper into the pillows.

Natasha leans down and starts by running her tongue along your shaft, purposely avoiding the tip. She kisses and gently nips at your length, smiling as it grows with her stimulation and when there’s finally a glimmer of wetness at your head, she takes it into her mouth and starts sucking. She can never get enough of your taste and would gladly take you all day if you let her. You start to stir, instinctively shifting your legs apart and Natasha grins as she inches you deeper, bobbing her head to rub your tip against the roof of her mouth.

Your breathing picks up and your abs flex as you rock your hips up, subconsciously desperate to push yourself further down Natasha’s throat. When you finally begin to wake up, the first thing you notice is the lack of a blanket on top of you and the cool bedroom air against your chest. Then you’re aware of the heat between your legs, the wet silkiness around your cock and your hands shoot down to tangle in Natasha’s hair.

“Oh fuck, baby,” you gasp, trying to roll your hips but Natasha squeezes her arms tighter around your thighs to hold you down. Her lips stay sealed around your tip, her tongue swirling around the slit to lap up every drop you leak out. It takes you a few moments to even comprehend what’s going on as the fire in the pit of your stomach builds into an unbearable heat. Natasha tries taking in your full length–which is no easy feat due to your size–and her throat flutters around you.

“God Nat, that feels so good.” Your back arches off the bed, your muscles flexing like bands of steel to keep yourself from jackhammering down her throat until she chokes. “Don’t stop, baby,” you beg, the grip on the back of her head firm but not demanding. “Please don’t stop.”

Natasha hums in response, the vibrations almost causing you to lose your load immediately, but you hold back because you want to enjoy this as long as you can. You’re throbbing so hard you’re pretty sure Natasha can feel your heartbeat inside her mouth as she slides up and down your cock, coating it with her saliva, swiping her tongue over the head to catch every taste of you she can get.

Eventually, the stimulation is too much for you. Natasha knows you’re nearing your release because of the way your thighs start to tremble and your hips lose their rhythm. She draws back to focus on your tip, sucking strongly as you moan and pant, unable to find the words to warn her you’re about to blow.

The first pulse lands on her tongue, hot and salty, and Natasha inhales through her nose, her lips descending on your cock an inch as the second pulse shoots down her throat. With every pump of your cum, Natasha takes you in further and further, until she’s finally succeeded in sheathing you in her throat entirely, her eyes watering as she feels your cockhead threatening her gag reflex. Once you’re done emptying yourself, you go limp and Natasha slowly pulls back, kissing your tip and it twitches at the sensitivity. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand, proud that she’s managed to swallow everything you gave her.

“Fuck, baby,” you say, looking down at her and trying to catch your breath. It was probably the best head you’ve ever received in your life and you are more than eager to return the favor, but it seems like Natasha has other plans first. She takes off her oversized T-shirt that belonged to you originally, baring herself to you, purposely brushing her chest against yours and lying flat on top of you. “That was amazing,” you whisper, cupping her butt and massaging the soft flesh there.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she replies, jerking her hips forward so she can rub herself along your abs. You tighten your stomach to harden your muscles, giving Natasha a solid surface to grind on. At this point, she’s used to your strength and your impressive physique, but it still excites her to know that only she gets to see and have you like this.

Natasha sits back, widening her legs so you can see how wet she is as she continues to drag herself along your abs. Her lips are practically glistening and it makes your heart race to see how desperate she is for you. She grabs your forearms, directing your hands to take her breasts instead, moaning when your fingers tweak her nipples and the calluses on your palms scratch her sensitive skin.

“Just like that, baby,” Natasha says, rocking herself harder and when she presses back, she can feel the firmness of your cock against her ass. Despite finishing in her throat mere minutes ago, you’re ready to take her again, a thought that excites her to her no end. “I love the way you touch me. I love the way you make me feel.”

“Me too, Nat,” you say, trailing your hand down her stomach lightly, brushing your fingertips over the raised skin of a scar to the left of her bellybutton. She’s known to be insecure about the imperfections of her body, but you always remind her of how strong and resilient she is and not to be ashamed of her past. Your fingers continue down until they touch the opening of her heat, and she jerks forward and looks at you while biting her lip. Boldly, you try pressing your fingers into her but she stops you by shaking her head, reaching behind you and wrapping her warm hand around your hard cock.

“I need this,” she says, giving you a slow pump that has you throbbing with need again instantly.

“I’m all yours,” you say. “Take me, Nat.” You’re a little embarrassed how desperate you sound, but you know she loves to hear it.

“Oh, I will.” Natasha grins at you. “Happy birthday, baby.”

You sit up to kiss her and she falls back onto your lap, your cock nestling between her thighs. Her lips are wet with a hint of your taste still and she moans as she lets you devour her, slipping her hand between your bodies to line herself up with you. When your head prods at her heat, you involuntarily thrust your hips up and she pushes against your shoulders.

“Always eager, huh?” she hums as you pant helplessly. She knows too well how willing you are to please her. Natasha lifts slowly eases down on your length and the warmth that surrounds you is indescribable. You tip your head back and moan, and Natasha sinks her nails into your chest, clutching onto you tightly as she starts rocking back and forth.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Natasha praises, and you want to tell her the same but you can’t find the words. She’s so wet there’s almost no resistance as you slide in and out of her, but her walls cling to your shaft, eager to milk you for another load. “Lie back, baby. Let me ride you.”

You’re in no position (literally) to argue so you fall back onto the pillows, enjoying the view of your girlfriend bouncing on your cock. She leans back to brace herself on your thighs and you can’t help yourself from reaching up and cupping her breasts in your hands again, mesmerized and overwhelmed by all of the stimulation.

“I fucking love you, Y/N,” Natasha says, and it still makes your heart race every time you hear her proclaim her love for you. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that she chose you over everyone else, and you are so grateful and happy to have her in your life.

When Natasha starts clenching around you sporadically, you know she’s close. You thrust your hips up harder, meeting the underside of her thighs with a slapping noise.

“Oh God, oh God,” she chants. Her body tightens and she arches back as she finally cums, gushing around your cock and you slow your movements to help her ride out her high. Natasha can’t stay upright anymore and collapses onto your chest, pressing her sticky forehead into the crook of your neck. You don’t pull out and let her rest on you, rubbing her back gently.

“I love you too, Nat,” you whisper, kissing her temple.

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Parties were never really your scene, but you tag along with your friends anyway because you know your crush, Natasha Romanoff, is going to be there. Although you can’t quite explain your obsession with her, as she definitely seems like the kind of woman who wouldn’t look twice at someone like yourself, being in her presence makes you nervous (in a good way) and you don’t mind fantasizing about something that you could have with her.

By the time you and your friends arrive–fashionably late, of course–people are already passed out on the couch, the floor sticky with spilled beer and punch, and the bass of the music is heavy enough to make your whole body vibrate.

You accept a red solo cup of jungle juice, taking a cautious swig and your gag reflex activates at the mix of random fruit flavors and alcohol. You abandon your cup on the first table you find, looking around anxiously for your friends who already have seemed to ditch you.

“Lost, honey?”

“Hmm?” You can’t believe another human at this party is even acknowledging your existence when you turn to see a black-haired girl waving at you.

“You look like you’d rather be anywhere else than here,” she says, stalking up to you and coming so close that you take a step back to prevent her chest from touching you.

“Uh…” Part of you wants to be honest, and part of you wants to fit in.

“You want to go upstairs? It’s a lot quieter,” the girl says, brushing her hand up your arm.

“Oh, there you are, Y/N.”

Relief fills you when you hear someone call your name, but then you register that it’s not the voice of one of your friends. Natasha Romanoff is suddenly by your side, looping her arm in yours and tugging you towards her.

“Not interrupting anything, am I?” Natasha asks, as the black-haired girl gawks at the physical contact between you. You’re so shocked that Natasha is actually touching you that you don’t give her an immediate answer.

“No, not at all,” the girl mumbles.

“Good. Come with me, Y/N.”

You don’t argue, obediently following Natasha up the stairs and into the first room you pass. Now that you think about it, you’re not even sure who’s house this is, or if you’re even allowed up here. Before you can ask Natasha, she shoves you into a chair and locks the door behind her.

“Who was that?” Natasha asks.

“I don’t know.”

“She looked like she wanted to eat you,” Natasha comments, coming back to you and putting her hands on the armrests and leaning forward until her cleavage is right in your face. You gulp and force your eyes up to meet hers. “But you don’t want that, right?”

“No, no, I do enjoy being alive and in one piece,” you answer nervously.

“Not like that.” Natasha chuckles at your innocence.

“What do you mean?”

“She wanted to suck your dick.” Hearing the filthy word come out of Natasha’s mouth makes your stomach twist. “But I think I get the honors of being your first, right?”

“I…I’m not–”

“A virgin? You don’t have to lie to me, it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Natasha drops to her knees and your eyes widen as she reaches for your belt and undoes the buckle.

“Natasha…” You’re practically squirming in the chair with her hands so close to your crotch. While she’s right that you are a virgin and have never fucked anything other than your hand or the toy hiding in your bedroom nightstand, you’re excited and terrified for her to be your first. What if you don’t last as long as she wants, or make a big mess?

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want me,” she says, her fingers brushing over the bulge in your jeans.

“I–Yes, yes I want you,” you admit pitifully.

“Good.” You lift your butt up so she can pull your jeans down and you feel the heat bloom in your face when she lowers your boxers and exposes you to her. Both of you stare down at your cock that pulses against your thigh; it’s not at its full hardness yet, but you have a feeling Natasha can help you with that very soon.

Natasha wraps her hand around your cock and starts to pump it. Your thighs tense at the pressure and the warmth of her skin. If this is what her hand feels like, you don’t think you’ll last long with any other body part. You feel yourself go light-headed as the blood rushes down to your cock and makes it grow.

“Do you want to cum on my face or in my mouth?” Natasha asks suddenly, her hand gliding faster up and down your cock as your pre-cum leaks out to lubricate it.

“What?” You’re so overwhelmed by the choices and the current stimulation that you fear you’ll release without giving her a proper answer.

Natasha shrugs, then leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of your cock. The heat of her mouth is so intense you feel yourself practically melt, your head tipping backward and painfully hitting the top of the chair.

“Oh, fuck. Oh my God,” you pant, your hands shooting down into her red hair as you try and push her mouth further down your cock. Her tongue circles your head a few times to gather every taste of you she can get and your hips tremble uncontrollably. “Natasha, I–”

Her fingers dig into your thighs as she holds you down and slowly inches you into the silkiness of your throat and you lose all control without warning. You moan as spurts of cum burst from your cock, and Natasha breathes hard from her nose to swallow every last drop. She licks at your cock until the sensitivity is too much and you yank at her hair to pull her off.

She leans back and wipes her lips with a triumphant grin on her face, while you want to die from how quickly you came.

“Don’t be so disappointed, baby. Practice makes perfect, right?”

And you gladly spend the rest of the party in that room with Natasha, learning how to make it up to her.

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“Wait, don’t change the channel yet,” you whine, not moving from your spot between Natasha’s legs, your cheek resting on her stomach where you’re turned to watch the television.

“It’s just a commercial,” Natasha protests.

“Well, it’s a good commercial!”

“Whatever,” she mutters, dropping the remote back next to her and returning her hand to rest on your head where she’s been stroking your hair. Your arms are wrapped lazily around her waist, and you think she makes the perfect pillow for your head.

After a few serious injuries sustained while on missions, Natasha had to take an extended leave of absence, which also cut into her ability to train. She did not have the same muscle mass as she once had, her belly growing a little plusher over time, something you knew that she was insecure about, but you always assured her that she was still just as beautiful and that you loved her all the same.

The two of you watch as a dog is left behind by his family, tearing up the trash and destroying various pieces of furniture in his frustration. The family returns with a big kennel, opening it to reveal a new friend for the dog.

“See, wasn’t that cute?” you say, as though you haven’t seen this commercial at least 30 times already.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Natasha agrees.

The television show returns, and you two lay there in silence for a few minutes to watch it. Your hand slips under Natasha’s shirt to rub over her bare skin and she shivers at the physical contact.

“You okay?” you stop to ask.

“Uh...yeah,” she responds with some hesitance. You pull out your hand and lift your head to look at her.

“Nat.”

“I’m fine,” she says with more confidence, but you don’t believe her.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Noth...” Natasha starts, but relents. She trusts you more than anyone and she’s been with you long enough to know that you would never judge her for anything. “Well, I mean...you know how I feel about my stomach...”

“You’re beautiful, Nat. Every part of you.” You crawl up to kiss her softly, resting your chest against hers. “You know how much I love you, right?”

“Yes,” Natasha whispers, blushing at your praise.

“Can I show you?”

Natasha nods with her lower lip trapped between her teeth as you slide down her body, pulling down her shorts and panties as you go and she helps kick them off. You settle in between her legs, keeping one of your hands on her stomach protectively as you lower your head to put your mouth to her folds.

Natasha sighs when your tongue makes contact with her center, her hand resting on the top of your head and tightening in your hair as you push your tongue into her, savoring her taste.

You hear Natasha murmuring in Russian as her thighs start to close around your head, holding you close to her, and you take your time to stimulate her with your mouth. You’re careful to avoid her clit at first, waiting until she’s practically gushing with wetness to take it into your mouth and suck on it repeatedly.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Natasha moans, tilting her head back into the couch. The television show is completely forgotten now and you switch your grip to hook your arms under her legs, pulling her into you so your tongue can penetrate her as deeply as possible.

“You taste so good, Nat,” you say, pausing to take a breath before going down on her once more.

The grip in your hair tightens to an almost painful point as Natasha humps frantically into your mouth, her walls squeezing desperately around your tongue in intervals.

“Almost...Almost there, baby,” she gasps, her thighs quivering as she tries not to choke you out with them.

With one final hard suck to her clit, Natasha comes undone in your mouth and you’ve never tasted anything better. As she rides out her high, you don’t stop licking and sucking, until her entire body is trembling and she is whimpering from the overstimulation.

“Can you give me one more?” you ask, your tone innocent compared to what you’re doing to her right now.

Natasha nods, wanting nothing more than to please you, trying to catch her breath as you don’t stop, bringing her to another orgasm almost directly after the first.

“I love you, Nat,” you whisper as you clean her up and kiss her thighs, then her stomach, resting your weight gently on top of her again. Natasha wraps her arms around your back, holding you tightly against her.

She would never doubt you for a second.

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You're still not sure how Natasha convinced you to do this, but there are no take backs now. The host sits you at a booth in the farthest corner of the restaurant, and you're grateful for the privacy from the rest of the customers.

"Everything okay, baby?" Natasha asks with a slyness in her smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you lie, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. Although she hasn't activated the vibrator inside of you yet, you're both dreading and excited for the moment she does. The fact that the two of you are out on a public date, with random people around who will have no idea what's really going on, is so thrilling and daring it already makes your head spin.

And then Natasha, balancing her phone on her knee under the table, opens the app connected to your vibrator and finally presses the button to give you some relief. You almost fold over on yourself at the sudden sensation, digging your nails into your knee and clenching your jaw to stop yourself from moaning obscenely loud in a restaurant.

"Everything still okay?" Natasha asks.

You can barely nod as your walls flutter helplessly around the toy vibrating inside of you.

This is going to be a long dinner.

You can't even read the menu when the waiter sets it in front of you, Natasha teasing you by randomly pulsing the vibrator. You almost want to tell her to stop when you're trying to put in your order with the waiter, and a high-pitched squeak comes out of your mouth when Natasha ramps up the intensity almost to max. You glare at her across the table and she innocently smiles.

And then throughout the meal, you can hardly enjoy a bite of your food because you're so distracted by the wetness pooling between your legs. Your clit is throbbing so hard you feel like you're about to burst, but Natasha keeps you dangerously on the edge, somehow able to tell from your body language alone when you're right about to cum, but not allowing you to find your release.

"Nat, please," you pant after the waiter clears the table. You need her to take you home right now so she can properly fuck you until you can't move, but she seems intent on taking her time.

The two of you take a taxi back to Natasha's apartment, and Natasha does not allow you to sit next to her, instead playing with her phone until you're almost sobbing with desperation. You've completely soaked through your panties and every time you try to touch yourself, Natasha either stops the vibrations or increases it to the point where you feel like you've been electrocuted, overstimulated by the sensation.

It feels like a lifetime until you two arrive at Natasha's apartment, and Natasha mercifully puts her phone back into her pocket, picking you up out of the taxi and carrying you up the stairs (which you're supremely grateful for because you're sure your legs don't work anymore).

She lays you on her bed, undressing you and then herself. She pulls out the vibrator ruined in your cum and fills you with her strap, pounding into you so hard it shakes the whole bed frame, and you lose track of how many orgasms you have after that.

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"What's wrong, Nat? Do you want to watch something else?"

"No, no, it's fine."

"Then how come you're not paying attention?" you ask, knowing full well the reason why she's not. Currently, you and Natasha are sitting on your bed, with her naked and in between your legs. You can hardly see the TV screen around her broad shoulders yourself, but you also can't bring yourself to care what's playing when you have both your arms around her waist, your hands slowly jerking her thick cock.

"I...I'm trying," Natasha pants, her hips bouncing a little bit on the bed as she tries pushing herself through your hands faster.

"Don't move," you warn, purposely slowing your pace and she whines desperately.

It never fails to make you smile to see your girlfriend, the big, tough Black Widow, turn into absolute putty under your touch.

Your hand smears her pre-cum up and down her shaft, your grip tightening around her to enhance the stimulation.

"Please, please," Natasha pants, leaning back almost to the point where her weight pins you against the headboard.

"The more you beg, the longer you'll have to wait," you say. She grunts in frustration, but knows better than to disobey you. She digs her own nails into her muscular thighs, using every ounce of strength she has to not flip onto you and fuck you until neither of you can walk.

You twist your hands in opposite directions around her cock, still surprised at how much of it doesn't fit in your hands and Natasha's body quivers as she moans. Your fingertip traces one of the big throbbing veins beating on the side of her cock and Natasha thinks she's going to faint.

But she's behaved herself, so you know you have to keep your end of the promise and reward her. You pump your fist faster now, rubbing your thumb across her tip with every stroke in a way that you know will have her exploding in seconds.

It works, and her cum shoots out in hard spurts, her thighs flexing as they rise off the bed.

"That's my good girl," you praise, nibbling on her earlobe as she flops back down. "Can you give me another one?" you ask, still stroking her and she can only whimper in response.

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I will not be using the term "GP" to describe any characters moving forward. 

Instead, I will be adding a note to the beginning each chapter (something like "[This character] has a penis") and mention if gendered pronouns will be used. 

In chapter titles, the character with a penis will be denoted with an asterisk (*).

Thank you!

-Vulture

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"Y/N, can you hand me that rag from the bucket. Y/N? Hello?”

You are completely oblivious to Steve asking you for something because you are so fixated on watching your girlfriend. The way she fills out her tank top, with her muscles stretching the fabric perfectly. The flex in her arms and shoulders when she reaches across the hood of a car, wiping a chamois back and forth until the metal gleams.

The Avengers were hosting a car wash and naturally, cars filled the entire block. You had come along because you really had nothing better to do, and you were not going to pass up an opportunity to see Natasha, half-clothed and working hard manual labor under the sun.

“Y/N!”

“Sorry, sorry!” you squeak, scrambling to fish a rag from a soapy bucket and passing it over to Steve. Natasha smirks as she watches you, knowing full well the effect she has on you. She pats the hood of the car, signaling she’s done, and the driver pulls forward to Thor’s station. Natasha walks over to the tent you’re taking cover from the sun under.

“You okay, babe? Make sure you’re staying hydrated,” Natasha says.

“I am,” you insist.

“Good.” Natasha grabs her own water bottle, taking a long sip from it, and pouring the rest over her head. The water turns her white tank top see-through and when you see the fabric clinging to her perfectly sculpted abs, you almost fall over.

“Just give me a few more minutes and we can head home,” Natasha says, coming over to you for a kiss. You don’t even realize what your hands are doing until you feel Natasha’s fingers close around your wrist, effectively stopping you from grabbing her bulge right in front of everyone. “Not here, baby,” she warns, but gives you a wink. “Maybe at home.”

You’re pretty sure you’re going to explode from the sheer level of arousal.

You sit down, crossing your legs, and trying to think of anything and everything that will take your mind off the empty pulsing of your core. You try to stop watching Natasha as she polishes off another car, but you can’t help but drool at her back muscles and stare at her ass.

When Natasha finishes the last car, she comes back to you. “Tony’s taking over for me. Ready to go home?”

“Yes, yes!” You leap up with embarrassing enthusiasm.

The drive back to your house is barely ten minutes, but you’ve already shown you have no restraint when it comes to your girlfriend, especially after watching her work in the heat for almost two hours. Your hand starts out innocently on her thigh, but slowly creeps higher towards her crotch. Natasha gives no indication she wants you in her pants, so you continue to push your luck until she finally swats you just as you’ve made it to her zipper.

“I said at home,” she scolds you.

“I could blow you while you drive,” you beg. “I bet I can get you to finish before we’re even in the driveway.”

“Do you think that lowly of my stamina?” Natasha replies.

“No, no!” you insist. “I just want you so badly, Nat. In my hand, in my mouth, in my--”

“That’s enough,” she snaps, and you know you’re walking a fine line, but you’re willing to push the boundary as far as you can go. But Natasha won’t have it, and she holds your wrists in your own lap to prevent you from touching her again.

When you finally arrive at the house, Natasha comes over to lift you out of the car and carry you inside. You’re squirming in her arms, impatient and desperate, but Natasha doesn’t say anything until you two are safely within the confines of your bedroom.

“On your knees,” Natasha demands, setting you on the floor.

You scramble to obey, watching hungrily as Natasha strips off her tank top and kicks off her jeans. You see how big the bulge in her boxers has become and you know she’s just as excited for this as you are.

“Put that pretty mouth to work,” she says, starting to stroke herself but you swat her hands away, taking her entire length in one swallow. Natasha moans as you pull back to suck on her tip and she threads her fingers in your hair to hold you in place as she starts jerking her hips forward. Your eyes water when the tip prods at the back of your throat, but you love being used like this.

You grasp at her muscular thighs, trying to keep yourself balanced as she fucks your mouth, wishing that she would stay still for a moment so you can savor her taste and the way her cock stretches past your lips.

“Fuck, baby, that’s my good girl,” Natasha grunts, her fingers tightening against your scalp as her hips move faster. “Where do you want my load? Down your throat or up your pussy?”

The dirty talk causes your own panties to soak with wetness. You can’t speak around her cock, and you won’t dare pull her out to respond.

“How about both?” Natasha offers, her abs flexing as she empties herself into your mouth in record time. You smirk, knowing that she could never last long in your mouth. When she pulls out, you take in a big breath and try to dive back in for another taste, but she stops you.

“On the bed, baby,” Natasha says, sweat gleaming on her muscles as she tears off your clothes and man-handles you onto the mattress. She slaps your butt and rubs her cock through your thighs until it’s throbbing and hard again. “Oh God, you’re so wet. What was it? Seeing me at the car wash or sucking on my dick?”

The real answer is both, but you manage to squeak out, “The car wash!” before Natasha slides effortlessly into your heat. The emptiness in your core is replaced by a feeling of being stretched almost to your limits; Natasha is big and no matter how many takes you take her, it’s like the first time. You moan as she starts thrusting into you, holding tightly onto your hips to keep you from bouncing away.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Natasha pants, pistoning into you harder and faster.

“Right there, Nat, right there,” you say when you feel her tip brush a sensitive spot inside of you. “Fuck!”

“You’re not gonna cum until I say you can,” Natasha demands, but the quiver in her own voice gives away the fact that she’s close too. You grab onto the bedsheets in clawed hands, biting into a pillow to will yourself from falling over the edge before you’re given permission to.

“Please Nat,” you beg. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Yes, you can,” she says, her hips moving jerkily now. Your walls clamp down on her cock sporadically until she can’t take it.

“Cum with me, baby.”

You don’t need to be told twice, your entire body going rigid as the ball of arousal in your stomach explodes. Your cum gushes all over Natasha’s cock and down your thighs, and her own seed shoots deep into you. Both of you ride out the bliss of your orgasms and Natasha lays on top of you, careful not to crush you with her weight but you want to feel every part of her against your skin.

“I love you,” you whisper, cuddling into her and closing your eyes in content.

“I love you, too,” she says.

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Natasha stares down at the little plastic stick in her trembling hands, blinking rapidly to make sure she’s not seeing blurred. There are two lines on the little window, matching the symbol for “Pregnant.”

She had never thought this could be possible, given what she had thought had happened in the Red Room, but maybe that hadn’t been an entirely honest truth--not that she was complaining.

She thinks about how she’s going to tell you, knowing how much you always wanted to be a father, but had accepted that biologically having children with her might have been a huge challenge. Maybe it wasn’t as difficult as either of you thought after all.

Natasha knows she can barely keep the news hidden for long, so she wraps the pregnancy test up carefully and hides it. She goes to make dinner before you come home, deciding to cook your favorite meal instead of her planned one.

The smell of sizzling steak greets you the moment you open the front door, and you’re shocked for a moment because Natasha had texted you that she was going to make spaghetti and meatballs instead. Not that you’re upset, you’re always grateful when she cooks for you. But steak was more of a special occasion kind of meal, and your personal favorite.

“Nat honey? I’m home,” you call out, dropping your work bag at the door and slipping off your shoes.

“In the kitchen!”

You walk through the living room and find your girlfriend standing at the stove, moving an impressively thick cut of meat from cast-iron pan to a plate.

“That looks really good, babe,” you say, greeting her with a kiss before going to help set the rest of the table.

“I made a salad, it’s in the fridge if you can get that out.”

“Sure.” You’re tempted to ask the occasion, but you wait. You grab the big glass bowl of salad and place it on the table. Natasha brings over two plates, one steak almost twice the size of the other, and puts the bigger one down in front of you.

“Thanks for cooking, Nat. I’m starving,” you say, eagerly grabbing your fork and knife and carving into the meat. Natasha clears her throat, offering you the salad bowl and you relent, making sure to take a healthy portion of vegetables to balance out the pure protein on your plate.

The meal is finished in relative silence--you would’ve struck up more conversation with her, but were too busy scarfing down your steak. It’s only when the last piece is gone that you sit back, patting your belly and smiling at her.

“That was amazing, Nat. What was the occasion?” you finally ask.

Natasha bounces in her seat, as if she had been waiting the whole time for you to ask. “You’re not gonna believe it, babe,” she says, getting up and grabbing something from behind the sink. She holds it out to you, wrapped in a napkin.

Slowly, you unravel it, surprised to see that it’s a pregnancy test, but even more surprised when you see that it’s showing a positive result.

“Is this...Is this yours?” you ask, not realizing how stupid the question is until it comes out of your mouth.

“Yes!” Natasha squeals, throwing herself at you and wrapping her arms around your waist tightly.

“Oh my God.” You squeeze her back, trying to comprehend the meaning of the pregnancy test. You can’t believe it. Natasha had told you she couldn’t get pregnant, so you had never bothered to use protection with her, but that wasn’t to say you didn’t want to be or were not ready to become a father. It was one of the few dreams you had carried with you your whole life, and while you had been a little sad about Natasha’s situation, she was still open to adoption and you knew you didn’t need to be biologically related to your child to be a good father.

“I can’t believe it, Nat,” you say, pressing a kiss to her head.

“You’re gonna be a daddy. My daddy.”

The word makes your head spin, and also causes a tightening at the front of your pants. You look down at yourself, slightly embarrassed, and Natasha caresses your growing bulge, causing your hips to jerk forward at the contact.

“Bedroom?” is all you can get out of your mouth before she takes your hand and drags you out of the kitchen. Both of you make quick work of your clothes and you join your girlfriend on the bed, your hands running along her sides with a soft reverence.

“I love you so much, Nat,” you say, kissing her. “You’re gonna be the best mother to our child.”

“Our child,” she repeats, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. You wipe them away and press your forehead to hers, not saying anything for a moment as your hand goes down and rests on her flat belly. Of course, it’s too early for her to show or for you to feel anything, but you still cannot wrap your head around the idea that you and Natasha are finally going to have a child together.

Natasha scratches up and down your back, digging her nails impatiently into your shoulder blades. You rock your hips against hers, your cock hardening faster when it rubs against the insides of her thighs.

“I want you, Daddy,” Natasha pleads, and this new use of the term has all the blood rushing down to your cock so fast you think you might pass out.

“You can have me, Nat,” you insist, leaning back to guide your tip to her entrance. You push into her gently, still wanting to be gentle with her even more than before, and her velvet walls wrap around your member with a familiar warmth. “Fuck,” you mutter, rolling your hips in short strokes, resisting the urge to pound into her without abandon.

“More,” Natasha demands, her hands curving around the back of your thighs and trying to pull you into her. “You don’t have to be careful with me,” she says, but you can’t imagine being rough with her anymore.

But the pulsing and squeezing around your cock overtakes your willpower and Natasha moans loudly as you finally begin slamming into her, driving your cock deep into her with each stroke.

“Yes, just like that, Daddy,” she whines, holding onto her knees to keep them as wide as possible. You watch with drool on your lips as your cock thrusts in and out of her soaking pussy. Your entire body begins to tremble as you feel yourself ready to finish.

“N-Nat, I’m gonna...I’m gonna...” you pant.

“Finish in me,” Natasha says, and the reminder that the thought that you don’t have to pull out because she’s already pregnant causes you to erupt instantly. Hot ropes of cum pulse out of your cock, and the effort, combined with the heavy meal you just had, causes you to almost collapse on top of Natasha. You wrap your arms around her, dropping your head onto her chest as she strokes your hair softly.

“I’m so happy you’re the one I get to start a family with,” is the last thing you hear Natasha say before you fall asleep.

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“Are you sure you don’t want me to spot you?” Natasha asks for what you feel is the thousandth time.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. I’ll only be using the ten-pound weights anyway,” you respond, a little annoyed at how oveprotective she can be sometimes.

“Well, I’ll be right over here if you need me.” Natasha parts with a kiss on your forehead before going over to her favorite exercise, the bench press. You weren’t much of a fan yourself, so you grab a pair of dumbbells and stand in front of the mirror.

You hear the gym door open as you’re in the middle of your set of curls, but you don’t think much of it. You can see Natasha in the reflection of the mirror, balancing a barbell with two times your weight on it and you pause to admire the impressive flexing of her arms as she brings down the bar to bounce off her chest.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You snap out of your ogling to find Sam Wilson standing behind you with a wide grin on his face.

“Huh? Oh, hi, Sam.”

“Need some help with your workout?” he asks, boldly putting his hand on your shoulder and steering you toward an empty bench.

“Um, not really.”

“Come on, I can show you some new moves. It’ll really diversify your workout.” He sounds so earnest, you don’t want to deny him the opportunity. Plus, it’s just Sam and he’s completely harmless, and you’re where Natasha can see you if anything goes south.

“Okay fine,” you relent, watching as he adjusts the bench so you can sit up and rest your back on it.

“Have you done shoulder presses before?” Sam asks as you take a seat. He stands behind you.

“Uh, these?” You bend your arms and press them up.

“Yeah! Just add some weight to it.” Sam hands you your dumbbells.

You start your first set, not struggling too much with the weight. Sam holds his hands under your triceps, following your range of motion in case you can’t complete a rep.

After you finish your first set of 12, you go into your second set, although your arms are already tired. Sam’s hands brush the undersides of your triceps more than once.

“Come on, Y/N. You got this. Push, push, push.”

“Phew,” you pant, dropping your dumbbells to the floor and shaking the ache out in your arms.

“Those are too easy,” Sam says, going over to the rack and picking up a pair of 15 pound dumbbells.

“Oh no, I stick to the tens,” you protest.

“You got this. I won’t let you drop them on your head. Besides, Romanoff would kill me if that happened.”

“Or, I can still kill you before that happens,” someone growls from behind you both.

“Nat?” You didn’t even notice her come over. The collar of her low-cut shirt is soaked in sweat and the veins in her arms look like they’re straining to escape.

“What the hell are you doing, Wilson? She didn’t want a spot,” Natasha says in a low voice that makes you tingle.

“Oh, I wasn’t spotting her, I was just showing her some new exercises,” Sam says, suddenly backing away from you on the bench.

“And you don’t think I can do that?”

“Well, uh, no...” Sam stutters. “I know you’re more than capable--”

“I’ll take it from here,” Natasha interrupts.

“Sure. I’ll...I’ll see you two around.” Sam scampers away.

“Come on, Y/N,” Natasha says, hooking her arm under yours and pulling you up.

“Oh, are you done with your workout?” It wasn’t unusual for your mate to spend upwards of two hours in the gym.

“This one,” she says, whisking you out of the gym.

“Nat, are you okay?” you ask as she drags you into the locker room. You look down at her black shorts and notice the tent forming at the center. “Oh.”

“It seems someone forgot who their alpha is,” Natasha growls, pushing you against the lockers and looming over you.

“Nat, someone can walk in--” you squeak as she removes your shorts, easily lifting you with her strong arms and pressing your back against the lockers.

“Good. So they can run out and tell everyone who’s alpha you belong to.”

“Fuck.” Her deepened voice and aggressive tone has you soaking your panties.

“Who’s your alpha?” Natasha asks, now holding you up entirely with one arm so she can pull her shorts down. Her cock is dripping with pre-cum, fully erect, the veins on it pulsing. You clench around nothing, aching to have her sheathed inside of you.

“You’re my alpha,” you respond, whining as she teases your folds with the dark tip of her cock.

“No one else’s?” she asks, almost as if she’s a little insecure that you’d leave her for someone.

“Just yours. All yours,” you insist. “Please, Nat.”

“Good.” Her arms flex as she steadies you before lowering you on her cock. You moan as she stretches you out, clawing onto her biceps and shoulders in pleasure.

“Harder, Nat,” you whimper, unable to make a sound as her thighs slap louder against yours, bouncing you on her dick.

“You are my omega,” she growls, burying her face against your neck and tracing her tongue teasingly along the mating mark she left there months ago, when she first claimed you as hers. She bore a similar one on her collarbone, in the perfect outline of your teeth, a mark she wore proudly. “Mine and only mine.”

“Yours,” you pant, clinging onto her. “Claim me again, Nat. Knot me and make me yours.”

You feel her chest vibrate as she moans at your words and you swear you can feel her cock throb harder inside of you. Natasha mumbles something in Russian, a language you never bothered to learn but loved to hear when she was so turned on she couldn’t think in English. Her thrusts come harder and you swear you’ll be bruised tomorrow. But you don’t care, tearing at her shirt so you can feel her sweaty skin against yours and take in her scent.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Natasha moans, starting to lose her rhythm. You clench harder around her, desperate to feel her hot cum spill into you. You can’t wait to carry her pups and start a family with her one day. “Do you...Do you want my knot?” she asks, knowing that if you take it, the two of you won’t be able to disconnect very easily. In fact, she’ll probably have to carry you out to your room, and who knows how many eyes will fall on you two on your way there.

“Yes, yes, please. I don’t care who sees us,” you reassure, digging your nails harder into her biceps. “Fill me with your pups, Nat.”

That does it for her, and with a final hard thrust, her knot slips into you without difficulty and you feel her cum gush into you. You sigh in satisfaction, dropping your head against her chest and pulling aside her shirt collar to expose her mating mark. You bite into it and Natasha’s body goes rigid with a moan, and she finishes cumming with a few hard pulses.

She wraps her arms around you, balancing you against her chest, as she reaches for some towels to throw over your back. You hook your legs around her waist and she pulls up her shorts as high as she can, carrying you out of the locker room, with her cock still inside of you.

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