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“Hey, look who it is!” Tony shouted as you walked into the room. You glanced at your girlfriend to see her face buried in her hands in an effort to hide her flushed cheeks. “Nice of you to finally join the party, Y/N. We were just talking about you.”
You bit down on the inside of your cheeks, a confused look on your face as you filled the vacated spot on the sofa next to Natasha. She uncovered her face, her hands pushing your own out of the way as she moved to sit on your lap and kiss you.
“Were you now?” You questioned him, taking in Natasha’s features, watching how quickly her expressions would change. “Oh, yeah. Natasha was just telling us all about how you practically beg her to dom you every night.”
You stared into her eyes, silently scolding her when those words left Tony’s mouth. Natasha blushed even harder, biting her bottom lip as she ran her fingers through your hair. “Is that so?” The redhead on your lap nodded, her eyes locked on you.
A smirk tugged at your lips as you grabbed her by the chin, running your thumb along her bottom lip. “You know, it’s not very nice to lie to our friends, Natty,” you cooed condescendingly as she kissed the pad of your thumb.
“But I didn’t lie,” Natasha hummed as she batted her eyelashes at you. The other woman knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what the result of her actions would be. That’s why she was doing it. “No need to be embarrassed about it, Y/N.”
You glared at the redhead, allowing your hand to drop to her throat. A small gasp escaped her as she grabbed onto your wrist with both of her hands, not to push you away but to hold you there. “What did you just call me?”
“Y/N,” she answered with a smile. You pulled her closer to you, lips dangerously close as you spoke again. “That’s not my name, kitten, and you know it.” The feeling of your hot breath on her lips caused a weak whimper to fall from the redhead.
The rest of your team watched the scene before them unfold, shock evident on all of their faces. “What’s my name, baby?” You asked her as your smirk returned. Natasha couldn’t help but moan out the word as she felt a pool forming between her legs. “Daddy.”
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“Y/N, come on, please?” Natasha pleaded, batting her eyelashes at you, fully determined to get what she wanted. You shook your head, saying nothing as your eyes remained glued to the computer screen in front of you.
You were trying to finish your mission report. Natasha was trying to convince you to let her put whipped cream along your slit, lick it off, then repeat. All you wanted to do was finish your task so you’d finally be done. All Natasha wanted to do was eat you out.
“Baby?” You ignored her and continued working. “Darling?” Even when you felt her hands on your bare thighs. “My love?” Even when you felt her hands on your hips, her fingers tugging at the waistband of your shorts. “Daddy?”
You immediately stopped what you were doing, your eyes no longer fixated on the bright screen of your laptop, but rather the darkened, lust-filled green eyes of your redheaded girlfriend. “You’ve got my attention now, baby girl. Don’t make me regret it.”
“Never, daddy.” Natasha tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes locked on yours as you stood up. She immediately reached for the waistband of your shorts, only to have you slap them away. Oh no,” you tsked.
“You wanted to use your mouth, right baby?” Natasha nodded and licked her lips. “Then use it.” When she felt your hands fisting her hair, pulling her face up to the hem of your shorts, a throaty moan tore its way past her parted lips.
With a cocky smirk on your face, you watched as your girlfriend used her teeth to pull down your shorts. The material was soon in a puddle at your feet. Your panties followed almost immediately after. As soon as the bottom half of you was bare, you sat back down.
Natasha groaned when you spread her legs for you, revealing your glistening folds as the smell of your arousal filled her lungs and left her feeling intoxicated. “Please, daddy, can I touch you now?” You smirked when she released a desperate whine.
“No. You said you wanted to use your mouth, so that’s all you get to use,” you said sternly. You grabbed the open can of whipped cream and sprayed it along your folds, the sight causing your girlfriend to whimper. “Is this what you wanted, pretty girl?”
Natasha nodded her head repeatedly, licking her lips. “Please, can I?” You raised an eyebrow at her, silently scolding her for not using a complete sentence or calling you by your name. “Please, can I eat you out until you cum, daddy?”
“Such good manners, kitten. Go ahead. Have your dessert,” you cooed. The redhead didn’t let a second go to waste. She buried her face in between your thighs the moment you gave her the okay. She greedily lapped up every bit of the whipped cream.
When you added more, she groaned. “Thank you, daddy.” You let out a small moan when her tongue ran along your slit again, diving into your folds as soon as she’d licked them clean. “You’re so good with your tongue, Natty. So fucking good.”
You bucked your hips when you felt her lips wrap around your clit, sucking on the sensitive little nub just how you liked. “Fucking hell, Natasha! Keep doing that for me, baby,” you moaned loudly as you threw your head back.
Natasha hummed against your clit, the vibrations making you arch your back and squirm. “Shit!” You cursed, pulling on her hair, your hips bucking instinctively. Your orgasm was fast approaching, and the redhead knew it. She knew it, and she eagerly awaited it.
“Fuck, baby,” you groaned when you felt her tongue dive back into your dripping cunt. “You’re gonna make daddy cum all over that pretty face of yours.” Natasha moaned into your heat as your words left your mouth, wanting nothing more than to make them a reality.
“But that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it, kitten? Always so fucking horny and desperate for me, aren’t you? You’re daddy’s little whore, isn’t that right, baby girl?” You were panting, barely able to get your words above a whisper as you approached the edge.
“Be a good girl and make me cum, Natty. Then maybe I’ll give you a reward.” Natasha picked up her pace, desperate for the taste of your orgasm on her tongue, and desperate for you to fuck her full with your strap.
“Want you to cum all over my face, daddy. Please?” You cried out in pleasure, your girlfriend’s words, innocent tone of voice, and her hot breath against your core sending you over the edge. Out of breath, you mumbled, “strip and get on the bed, kitten. It’s time for your reward.”
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You were bored out of your mind, seated next to your redheaded girlfriend at yet another Avengers meeting. You couldn’t focus on anything that came out of Steve’s mouth because of how undeniably bored you were.
Besides, even if you had wanted to pay attention to the meeting, your mind was elsewhere. Your mind was on her, your girlfriend. All you could think about was fucking her with your strap or eating her out. You always wanted her. Any time, any place.
Natasha sat beside you, thighs clenched tightly together, bottom lip between her teeth and face flushed as she fought against her own body’s desperation. You’d bought the other woman a new butterfly vibrator and instructed her to wear it to the meeting.
The meeting that had started two hours ago. The meeting that you had been unfocused on and spent edging her, refusing her orgasm every time she came close to cumming. When the Russian’s body betrayed her and a moan slipped out, all eyes turned to her.
“Romanoff, are you okay?”
“Natasha, what’s wrong?”
Internally smirking to yourself, you used the remote in your hand to crank the vibrator up to the highest level. A violent orgasm ripped its way through the redhead, tears streaming down her face as she screamed out your name.
“Oh, uh,” Steve said awkwardly, bringing his hand to scratch at the back of his head. Some went silent, others laughed as Steve called ‘meeting adjourned.’ Smirking, you grabbed Natasha’s hand, her legs shaking as you led her away to your bedroom.
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“Shh, don’t cry, pretty girl,” you said soothingly as the sound of your girlfriend’s cries came through the phone. You had been sent out on a mission–truthfully, it probably wasn’t that big a deal. You were sent on missions all the time, so was she.
But you had never been away for more than a few days each time. Whereas for this particular mission, you were sent out three months ago. Natasha was meant to be with you, but after she was injured during her last mission, you made her stay home.
Wanda took her place. And, although your girlfriend trusted you wholeheartedly, she couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the other woman. “Natasha, you’re my love. My only love. You do know that, don’t you?” You asked her softly.
“I know…I know, and I trust you, I do. But–” “But I’m here with her instead of cuddled up at home with you, is that it?” You heard a small whimper leave her lips through the phone and you couldn’t help but pull your lower lip in between your teeth, biting it.
“Kitten,” you hummed. The pet name instantly caused Natasha to moan, the sultry noise making your eyes flutter closed as thoughts of her naked body writhing underneath you began to fill your head. “You’re upset about more than just Wanda being here, aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes,” she mumbled as she rolled onto her side in bed, one arm wrapped around your pillow while the hand on her opposite arm held her cell phone to her ear. There were wet spots on your pillow from her tears and she was squeezing her thighs together.
“My poor, sweet baby…you’re not used to going this long without daddy,” you cooed. “How long have you been horny, Natty?” Your girlfriend whimpered, too embarrassed to answer your question. “I asked you a question, baby girl.”
“S-Since a week after you left…” You frowned, feeling a little guilty for the situation the redhead was in. The two of you had a strict ‘no touching’ rule. Neither one of you were allowed to do so much as think about masturbating. Especially not Natasha.
“And daddy doesn’t let you touch yourself,” you stated with a sigh. “Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.” Natasha cried, frustrated and in actual pain, both physical and emotional. She was still her own person, but she had become somewhat dependent on you.
Natasha Romanoff was so used to having to control everything in her life, and it was exhausting. In the bedroom, you took that weight off of her shoulders. And god, she adored every minute of it. You were also the only thing that kept the nightmares away.
“It hurts,” her voice cracked. You hushed her sympathetically. “It’s going to be alright, my love. Listen to me, Natasha. I want you to do something for me, okay?” The redhead nodded despite knowing you couldn’t see her do so. “I want you to touch yourself for me.”
“Daddy…” She whined as she lowered her hand into her panties, her fingers immediately going for her engorged and sensitive clit. A moan escaped from her parting lips, and you hummed when you heard it. “That’s it, Natty. You’re such a good little kitten.”
As the call went on, you remained mostly silent, only uttering a praise here and there as the sounds of your girlfriend’s moans came through the phone. “You’re close, aren’t you, sweet girl? I can hear it in your breathing. Cum for me, Natasha. Cum for daddy.”
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“What are you thinking about, Natty?” The sound of your voice pulled Natasha out of the thoughts that ran through her mind, only to have the sight of you flood it with even more, even dirtier thoughts. You smirked when you saw the look she was giving you.
You wore skin tight shorts that showed off your ass perfectly, and a black tank top that hugged the curves of your upper body and the swell of your breasts in a way that left Natasha feeling weak at the knees. And your skin…
Fuck, your skin was glistening with your sweat, the veins in your muscles showing prominently. You had just spent the past two and a half hours training, and Natasha was so glad that you had. Your muscles were larger than hers, your thighs thicker.
Natasha’s eyes drifted to your thighs and a moan fell from her as she took the sight of them in. You approached her, the redhead’s eyes glued to your thighs as she watched how they moved when you walked. “Natasha, sweetheart, you’re staring.”
“Can’t help it,” she murmured as she dropped to her knees in front of you, running her hands up your thighs. You chuckled and pulled her back to her feet before guiding her over to the bed. You sat down on the edge, pulling her onto your thigh.
“Go ahead, kitten. Fuck yourself on my thigh like a good girl. Get yourself nice and soaked for daddy’s cock,” you whispered into her ear. Natasha moaned and began grinding down onto you, her eyes closed as she focused on the feeling of you tensing your thigh.
Your girlfriend had been clad in only a lace thong and one of your button up shirts, left unbuttoned, when you got back to your room. The sight of her wearing your clothes always drove you wild, especially your button ups.
“Chrissakes, Natasha, look at you,” you groaned as you grabbed onto her breasts, squeezing them in your hands. “You’re so fucking beautiful. And you’re all mine.” A whimper was pulled from your girlfriend when she felt your lips being pressed against hers.
“Panties off, then lay down on the bed. But leave the shirt,” you hummed. She obeyed eagerly, her eyes following your every movement as you rid your body of every article of clothing you had on, and as you eased your end of the strap into your own wetness.
It was her favorite out of all the toys that the two of you had bought together. You climbed onto the bed, grabbing Natasha by the hips and pulling her close to you, your thighs pressed against her ass as you slowly pushed the faux cock inside of her.
“Fuck, daddy,” Natasha moaned when you bottomed out. “I forgot how big it was…” You chuckled at her confession and pulled out of her only to slam right back in. You repeated the action, rutting into her harder every time. “Shit, shit, shit!”
“Look at you, pretty girl. Do you see that? You’re taking my cock so well,” you cooed as you turned Natasha’s head to face the large mirror on the side wall that faced the bed. Your girlfriend gasped at the added pleasure when you pressed your thumb against her clit.
“Gonna fuck you full with my cock, kitten. Gonna fuck you and fill your cute little hole until my cum is leaking out of you,” you let out a feral moan as you bucked your hips. You slammed into her harder and faster with every thrust, sinful noises filling your bedroom.
“Oh god, daddy! Please, I-I want…” Natasha whimpered as she felt her orgasm getting closer, her walls clenching down around your cock. You moaned and lowered your lips to hers, chuckling softly before pressing your lips against hers.
“Aww does my sweet little Natty want to ride daddy’s pretty purple cock? Is that it?” The redhead whined as you easily flipped your entangled bodies over, your girlfriend now straddling you with your strap still buried deep inside her.
“Go on then, kitten. Fuck yourself on daddy’s cock.” You held onto her hips as she began to grind down onto you hard and fast, lifting and lowering her hips as she rode you. She was desperately chasing her own orgasm while simultaneously bringing you closer to yours
You groaned as you watched her breasts bounce along with her body. “Y/N…fuck, daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You gripped her hips harder, lifting your legs slightly, feet flat against the bed. You began to buck your hips upwards, harshly fucking into her tight walls.
“Such a good little whore for me,” you grunted as you felt the muscles in your stomach tightening, signaling your approaching orgasm. “Gonna fill you up with my cum. Gonna fucking breed this tight cunt of yours so everyone knows who you belong to.”
The redheaded Russian let out a loud moan, her hands finding your breasts, tugging on your nipples as her vision started to become blurry. “God damn it! Y/N, p-please…Need you to fill me with your cum. Want you to fuck a baby in me, daddy.”
You let out a feral moan as you bucked your hips and slammed into her roughly one last time, sending Natasha and yourself over the edge simultaneously. “Fuck! Nat!” You screamed out in pleasure as your orgasm washed over you, Natasha crying out with you.
Your girlfriend collapsed onto your chest, both of you panting as you lowered your legs and slowly pulled out of her. Natasha whined when you moved her off of your chest, only to pull her back onto you after you had removed the strap from your hips.
“I love you,” Natasha mumbled tiredly. You almost didn’t hear it, her voice was so soft and quiet. But you did hear it, and you smiled as you placed your lips upon hers, kissing her gently. “And I love you. Always, forever, and then some.”