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I Kissed The Scars On Her Skin

Natasha X Reader

Inspired by the lyrics ‘I kissed the scars on her skin, I still think you’re beautiful’ from the song A Match Into Water by Pierce The Veil.

Chapter warnings/Tags: Mentions of objectification/sexualisation, Brief Reference to Natasha’s past and unwanted sexual experiences, talks of body image, Insecurities and anxiety about body image, comfort, fluff (?)

Word Count- 2.6k

I wrote this to try and get out of my writer's block and it's not worked 🫠

Please read the warnings/tags before reading.

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Staring ahead at the mirror in the corner of the room, emerald green intently stared at her reflection, observing every inch of her bare body that was on display, wet, red curls clinging to her body as she simply stood in front of the mirror, her usually playful green corrupted into disgust. Hurt, regret and shame crawled down her spine as her gaze flickered from one body feature to another, a lump clawing its way into her throat as pain creeped onto her face as she continued to stare, every second passing only amplifying the whirlwind of emotions flooding through her.

Natasha couldn’t stop the negative and despondent trail her thoughts drifted down as she looked at herself properly, nausea stirring deep within her. She didn’t see herself staring back at her, all she could see was an object, a tool she used to get the mission done, no matter what it took. She didn’t see someone soft or beautiful, someone you’d want to spend hours admiring because they were so pretty and delicate, all she could see was something… to be used. She was sexy and seductive, she wasn’t someone who was tender or gentle. She wasn’t someone lovable, she was something to be utilised for a mission.

Her eyes glossed over as she continued to berate her body, objectifying it herself as everyone else had done to her as she stared and ogled at her own body, trying to persuade herself there was something more to her than her looks. Her teeth anxiously bit down on her lower lip to stop it trembling as she failed to convince herself of anything positive, a stray tear managing to escape her when her gaze settled on one of the many scars that littered her body from her past.

The haunting memories of her past desperately tried to gnaw away at her thoughts but she didn’t pay them any attention as she was too focused on drowning in her other thoughts, drowning in the onslaught of doubts and insecurities eating away at her. She was a weapon and a killer. That’s all she was and all she was ever going to be.

The sound of keys twisting in the door made her aware of your arrival, the redhead not bothering to cover herself up as she assumed you would be happy to see her completely exposed, everyone else would. God, what did you even see in her? Was she just a good fuck? Is that why you hadn’t left her yet?

“Hey, you’re never going to believe what Sam did on the mission-“ You chuckled out as you opened the bedroom door, your eyes widening in surprise at the sight of her body, a smile naturally tugging at your lips before your gaze met her green in the reflection, the sheer amount of emotion swirling in them immediately filling you with concern, your face dropping into worry. “What’s wrong?” You ask softly as you carefully place your bag down on the floor, making your way gradually over to her body, watching her reaction as you approach your girlfriend.

“When you look at me, what do you see?” Her tone was laced with hurt as your brows furrow, your eyes trained on hers in the reflection as you move to stand next to her, being respectful and keeping your gaze locked on those eyes you fell so deeply for.

“I see the most beautiful woman in the world,” you whisper, your voice dripping with care and honesty as you watch her reaction, pain flashing across her face and causing confusion to wash across yours.

“No, no you don’t,” she mutters, lifting her hand to wipe away the tears lingering on her cheeks, brushing it away roughly as she hates crying, she hates showing any sign of weakness. “I’m not beautiful, I’m…I’m disgusting,” she mumbles, your face instantly reacting to her words, disbelief engraved on it as you take another step closer to her body, trying to think of a way to convince her that she wasn’t, she was more than what they made her.

“Nat,” you whisper softly as she stares ahead at the mirror, avoiding your gaze in the reflection as she tries to blink back the tears brimming in her eyes. “Natasha, look at me,” you murmur affectionately, waiting patiently for her to muster the courage to look at your loving and tender gaze, her mesmerising green eventually flickering over to your soft gaze. “Do you trust me?” your voice was barely above a whisper as your mouth moved near the shell of her ear, waiting for her consent before trying to show her how wrong she was.

She was beautiful, not because of her body but because of her heart. Despite everything she thought about herself, she was a kind, loving, and amazing woman, she was someone who managed to steal your heart without even trying. She was everything to you, and you needed her to know that.

When she nods, you show her your hands in the reflection, signalling to her you wanted to touch her before waiting for her to nod again, your hands gently moving to caress her waist when she was ready. Your warm touch felt odd against her skin momentarily, the sheer tenderness and care you managed to put into it made her heart flutter as you kept your gaze on her face, gauging her reactions carefully. It was almost overwhelming to feel so appreciated and seen by you, your hands moving against her soft skin slowly, your fingers moving over every inch of her body in an adoring way, not a hint of lust or desire present in your touch as you explored her body, slowly warming her cold body up.

“Do you know why I said I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world?” you murmur as you place a delicate kiss to her bare shoulder, the kiss so innocent and affectionate it almost makes Natasha tear up from the loving blooming within her as you close your eyes, almost lost in your admiration for her. “Because there’s not a single part of you I don’t adore, I love all of you Natasha, not just your body,” you whisper, your warm breath tickling her skin as you kiss her shoulder blade, letting your lips ghost over a small scar you knew haunted her.

You kissed over the scar with as much love as possible, trying to sooth her worries about the physical scar as well as trying to comfort the mental scars that littered her, the feeling of their rough, forceful hands still invading her thoughts from time to time.

You can hear her exhale a shaky breath at your words and actions, her body slowly relaxing further into your touch as you move to glide your hands down her toned arms, propping your head on her shoulder as your mouth ghosted her ear again, watching her reaction to your touch as she lets her eyes flutter shut, trying to engrave the memory of your touch into her mind forever.

“Do you know why I love your hands?” You mumble softly, a smile tugging at your lips as she shakes her head, too scared to speak and ruin the tranquil atmosphere that’s wrapped around the two of you, wanting to let the world fade away. “I love the way you run your fingers through my hair when we cuddle,” you whisper, trying to list all the unique things she does that you adore, trying to express to her your undying love, needing her to realise how much you care about her. “I love how gentle they are when I let you braid my hair, the way you twirl your pen between them in debrief meetings, that when you get anxious you trace the lines on your palms,” you mimic the movement with your own fingers, dragging the tips of your fingers across her hand before up and along her forearm until you move them back to her waist to rest there for a moment, letting everything sink in for a moment before you continue.

“Do you know why I love your shoulders and back?” you ask quietly, letting your fingers trace her spine almost intimately as your body ghosts behind hers, her body subconsciously leaning back further against you, seeking your warmth and comfort. “Because despite carrying the world on your shoulders, you make time for others, you care for everyone else,” you whisper, “But most importantly, you let me take care of you, which I know was something difficult for you to start with. I love how now you let me run my fingers up and down your back because you know I love watching you relax,” your let your thumb gently press into a spot on her back, knowing it was her weak spot and watching as her body crumbles apart at your touch, relaxing instantly into your arms as your hands move to snake around her waist, letting her sink into your embrace.

You hold her for as long as you think she needs it, her eyes still closed as she focuses on the feeling of your steady heartbeat behind her, ears listening attentively to your calm breaths as you embrace her, smiling fondly at her reflection as the disgust on her features dissipated into shyness and love, the suffocating spiral she was trapped in easing it’s grip as your words lured her out of her dark thoughts.

Only when she was ready, did you move away from the embrace, moving around her body to face her, your lips pressing delicately against her forehead to make the corner of her lips lift up that little bit more before you slowly kiss down her body in an appreciative way, trying to express your love for her as you kneel before her, almost as if you were worshipping her.

“Do you know why I love this scar?” you whisper ever so gently, her head tilting to look at you as you peer up at her, honesty overflowing from your eyes as she struggles to process how you could love the old wound on her lower abdomen. “It shows how strong you are,” you mumble as you kiss the scars on her skin, “It shows that you are a good person, Natasha. You saved that man’s life, you risked yours just so he could go home to see his children, I think that’s something to admire and love.”

“Y/n,” she murmurs out but you kiss near the scar again, her hands naturally moving to thread through your hair, wanting to feel closer to you as she lets you continue praising her body.

“I’m not finished,” you mumble playfully, not letting her disagree with your words. “I also love how if I let my fingers brush over the spot above it…” you chuckle out, knowing she was some reason ticklish there, a soft laugh escaping her as her body jerks at the funny sensation, your hands settling at her hips to show you weren’t going to tickle her again. “I get to hear that angelic laughter,” you whisper with a cocky smile, her eyes rolling as she looks down at you, unable to stop the smile breaking out on her face, your comforting words a safety boat coming to save her from the sea of doubts and insecurities.

“That was mean,” she grumbles, scratching your scalp softly as you lean against her body, smiling up at her with nothing but love in your eyes.

“It still made you smile,” you say whilst kissing the spot you had just tickled, your hands moving down to her legs, deciding to compliment one more part of her body, having a feeling your plan had already seemed to have worked. “Do you know why I love your legs?” You hum out, looking up at her and noticing the small hint of mirth in her eyes.

“Why?” She murmurs in a tender tone, your lips peppering a few soft kisses against the soft skin and her tone muscles.

“I love how you wrap them around my body to pull me closer when we cuddle,” you whisper, knowing that, especially when she was tired, she’d throw her leg over your body and slide you closer to her, needing to feel you completely pressed up against her to sleep comfortably. “Or when you use them to trap me to the bed playfully, trying to prove that you could beat me in a sparring match,” you tease, knowing full well she’d kick your ass if you spared against her. You chuckle as you watch her brow raise at your words, her smile endearing as she gets lost in your enamoured gaze, her heart unable to cope with the amount of love pumping through it.

Gradually, you push yourself back up to your feet and let your arms snake around her waist, pulling her body closer to yours as she keeps her eyes on you, trying her best to express how grateful she was to have you in her life, to have you push away all those negative thoughts and clear the fog of anxiety that would cloud her mind.

“You’re beautiful, Natasha,” you whisper, not hiding an ounce of your love for her in your tone, the soft look in your eyes turning serious as you need her to know you mean it. “There’s nothing you could do that would make me think otherwise. I love you, I always will.”

“I love you too,” she murmurs back affectionately, kissing your lips innocently, not wanting anything to escalate as she simply wanted to be with you, to feel loved and cared for. You let her face rest at the crook of your neck as you try to slide your jacket off to cover her body, noticing how she shivered slightly at the gentle breeze that filtered through the room from the window. You let her take as long as she needed in your embrace, only parting when she moved first, deciding to warm herself up by slipping under the covers of your bed as she watched you sit on the edge of the bed, taking off your boots tiredly. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles after a moment, realising that you had just gotten back from a long mission, exhaustion evident in your features as she observes you, your head instantly turning at her apology.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” your tone is quiet as you kiss her forehead, letting your hand cup her cheek and thumb brush over the smooth skin. “I’m here for you, no matter what,” your tone conveys your care for her as you kiss her once more, swiftly taking the rest of your clothes off so you could join her in bed, letting your bare bodies press into each other so you could both get lost in a tranquil moment between lovers, gazing into each others eyes.

“Thank you for loving me,” she whispers after a little white, your lips stretching into a soft smile, your head tilting to look at her as she hugs your side, her leg slotted between yours like she always did.

“Thank you for giving me the chance to,” your words are soft as you hold the intimate stare, her cheeks tinting pink before she lets her face press further against your body, trying to hide the sudden shyness consuming her as well as giving into her body’s desire for sleep, the tormenting thoughts from earlier draining her. “Goodnight Nat,” you whisper once you could tell she was drifting off to sleep, your lips pressing one final kiss to her hair before letting your own eyes close, content with being in the arms of your lover. 

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ONE

This fanfic is part of my Taylor Swift coded fanfics. word count: 3186

A girl walks onto the stage with a guitar in hand and a smile on her face.

She greets the band, and they greet her back. The shy girl thanks everyone for coming tonight.

Natasha Romanoff grips her glass tighter and orders another shot of whiskey without looking at the bartender, as she can't take her eyes off of you.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

One year earlier…

She finds you at the café. Natasha hates cafés, but she knows your company's head of security comes at the end of every period to get coffee with you; it's been like this for two weeks.

But today, you're alone at a table, and Natasha needs to adjust the plan. She goes to the counter and orders a cappuccino—the same as yours—and looks for a place to sit.

Your eyes meet hers, and for a moment, the redhead ignores the hot cup she's carrying.

You're beautiful

And shy.

Natasha recalls your file and smiles. You were exactly as Skye had described. She sees a chance to approach in the crowded room and clears her throat; she's done this before but feels the need to focus.

"Can I sit with you?" A soft voice pulls you out of the stupor you entered when you looked into those deep green eyes. Eyes that could inspire symphonies, and you believe she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, and your brain can't do more than nod, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

She sits beside you, not in front of you, waiting to analyze your computer. The file didn't mention the software you use, so it's up to her to find out before your friend arrives. She positions her coffee well so her field of vision can see anything that appears on the screen.

"I'm pretty sure I've seen you around here; do you live nearby?" She asks, trying to break the ice as usual, but deep down, she feels strange under your contemplative gaze.

"Yes, I live in the building across from Luthor Corp and work there." Your voice shows pride, and your eyes sparkle, Natasha notices. She wonders if you know what your colleague has been developing and the true nature of your boss.

"And you? I don't think I've seen you around here before," you seem genuinely interested. Natasha likes that. Targets are easy, but you are very easy; with just a few words, she already knows where you live and work. For a security analyst, you are far too naive.

And she puts the plan into practice.

"I just moved to the end of the block. There are so many boxes… I needed the coffee to give me energy." She says with an extremely calculated tone. You smile and notice that she has a beautiful corner smile and really seems tired, so you offer to help.

You always offer to help strangers.

And Natasha celebrates the success of the plan while taking a sip of coffee and leaning toward you, complimenting your screensaver. While you give her an excited explanation, she takes the opportunity to see the type of software used and memorizes the access password when you unlock the computer to show how the galaxy theme expands on your computer.

You exchange names.

She's Natalie. Nickname? Nat. The redhead shares similar tastes to yours, and something tells you that coming here alone was the best choice. After all, Nat would never look at you if Luke were around.

You also have a name, but everyone calls you Newton. In honor of your favorite physicist. A development assistant in the security sector with a desk always organizedly messy, in your words. Your boss, Luke, didn't come today because he had an emergency meeting and gave you the afternoon off. Natasha makes a mental note to understand this.

He didn't have any meetings scheduled.

As the coffee finishes, Nat guides you to her house. You stretch your back and even tie your hair up to help with the boxes. Then, you feel a bit disappointed to find there are only two, but you don't complain.

You never complain.

Natasha watches you help organize the books in the living room, chattering away about how you've read most of them and your opinions. You don't notice, however, that they show no signs of use, and amidst some jokes, for a minute Natasha forgets about the mission. Being with you is comfy.

"Wanna order pizza? I know a good place." You ask, sitting on her floor. Your jacket, backpack, and shoes are at the door. She liked how you took off your shoes to enter her house. It's a sign of respect, you say. The file points out the numerous k-dramas evaluated in your account, but she doesn't comment and even finds it adorable. She finds you adorable. Period.

"Sure, but only if you agree to watch something before we go and let me pay for the snack. You were my hero today." Nat smiles, and all that crosses your mind is how random your luck is. Here, sitting on this floor with the most beautiful woman you've ever met in front of you, the word destiny has a new meaning.

She gives you yoga pants and an oversized Star Wars shirt, your favorite saga, to make yourself comfortable. The pizza arrives while you're changing, and she can't use your laptop, but that loses its importance when your heart warms seeing you wear clothes she bought just for you. You feel like you're in heaven for finding someone as big a Star Wars fan as you, because that shirt was only available by order. Everything seems too perfect, you think, but the thought flies when you find out the theory of olives applies to both of you.

Natasha puts on your favorite movie from the franchise, and what was supposed to be just one movie becomes a marathon. She knows all the lines and jokes from each movie, knows curiosities and book details, and that makes you ignore your phone all night.

That night, you fall asleep on the couch.

The sun hits the window, and the redhead opens her eyes and sees you. Your arms are by your side, but Natasha is practically in your lap. Even in a deep sleep, you respect her too much to touch her.

Natasha is distracted for a moment and wonders how much of a spy she was last night. Here and now, looking at your lips in a half smile and your messy hair. Natasha almost feels bad for getting into this mission.

Almost.

She shakes her head and carefully gets off the couch and goes to your backpack, finding a black-covered book and the laptop. The goal? Install a spy program on the laptop. The problem? Natasha's curiosity gets the best of her, and she opens the book.

Your song lyrics, drawing attempts, and poems are a world for her to explore, and only after ten minutes, Natasha remembers the mission. She plugs in a device, pockets it, and waits for the installation, but when the progress bar is only halfway, your alarm goes off, and Natasha has to improvise.

Two minutes until the program is complete.

"Hello there," she says, smiling softly, throwing herself on top of you.

"Ah, now you're Obi-Wan? I thought you were Jar Jar Binks," you say, rubbing your eye and laughing at her offended expression.

Natasha rolls her eyes and starts a tickle war. You squirm, and she lets herself spin on the couch, ending up underneath you.

"Okay, okay, truce. You're not Jar Jar. You're the face anyone would turn to the dark side for," you say, feeling an unexpected courage.

"Does that go for you, Newton?" Natasha says softly, her eyes fixed on yours, her gaze alternating between your lips and your eyes in an almost hypnotizing manner.

"That goes for me, Nat," you whisper, looking at her lips.

You're not sure who initiated the kiss first, but you like to think it was both. The world seems to stop as your lips meet, each touch filled with emotions and suppressed desires. For you, it's a moment of pure magic and connection, an unexpected paradise. For Natasha, it's a reminder of what she could lose, a conflict between duty and desire.

The day passes slowly. She drags you from the couch to the kitchen for coffee and then back to the couch for a make-out session. Natasha has a dominant and bossy streak, and you feel comfortable and safe beside her, as her hands don’t cross any boundaries and remain on your waist. You try a new recipe, talk about the weather, exchange compliments and kisses. The afternoon arrives, and Luke calls you to the office.

You decide to stop by home first but manage to take one of Natasha's limited edition sweatshirts as a promise to meet again soon.

Natasha leaves you at the door smiling like she hasn't in a long time. All for the mission, of course. At least that's what she wants to believe.

She doesn't realize she forgot to send the report to Fury.

You don't realize your laptop is on in the backpack.

Nat is different from any woman you've ever met.

Not that you've met many.

No, but Nat is different. She's kind. She's everything you could ask for in a person. Nat is too good to be true.

"Newton is smiling today?" Luke says, approaching your desk.

"I found my soulmate at the café yesterday," you say, eyes sparkling.

"Really? What's she like?" he asks, placing some files on your desk.

You describe everything, from her appearance to shared tastes, and he smiles like he does with clients.

"Send me the code by 5 p.m., then you can go see your future wife," he says, typing something on his phone and leaving.

You smile and grab your laptop. It's almost dead and turned on. You find it strange but don't question it; after all, the computer is still locked. The memory of Nat's eyes brings you more inspiration, and you jot down about the new shade of green where you found peace.

The afternoon passes in a blur, the leaves fall, and you finally finish the code. Luke is nowhere to be found, something about an urgent meeting, and you decide to send the code by email.

Natasha is at home, with full access to your computer, celebrating the success of the plan. The virus will accompany the file. Luke will open it on the corporate computer, and she can finish the mission. She watches you through the camera, and Natasha misses you for a moment. You are a beautiful collateral damage. Too kind. Too captivating.

She knows it's wrong, but she lets the idea linger in her mind for more than a minute.

Natasha sighed as she shut down the laptop, feeling the weight of the decision she had made. She glanced at the phone screen, hesitant for a moment before typing a quick message to Newton.

"Miss you, come over?" she typed, her fingers hesitating over the keys. It was the first time in a long time that she allowed herself to be true.

"On my way, General Romanoff," you reply, making your usual path with a smile on your face.

☆。*。☆。 Eight months earlier…

One night, as the soft moonlight filtered through the curtains, you were sitting on the couch beside Natasha. She was flipping through your lyric notebook, and after much persuasion, she managed to convince you to sing one of your songs. With a shy smile, your voice filled the room, bringing life to the carefully crafted words.

Natasha watched you with admiration, her eyes sparkling with each note. When you finished, she applauded enthusiastically.

"You have an incredible voice, you know? You should leave this field and sing in a bar. Become famous and rich," Natasha suggested, excitement gleaming in her eyes.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Maybe someday. But if I do, will you promise to be there?"

Natasha took your hand and looked directly into your eyes. "I wouldn't miss any of your shows for anything in this world," she said sincerely.

Later that night, after waking from a nightmare and seeing Natasha, who was now lying on her side, her hair spread across the pillow, you took a deep breath.

Focusing on the woman beside you, you felt a mix of tenderness and curiosity as you admired the peace on her face. Her gentle features seemed even kinder in the quiet of the moment.

Natasha breathed calmly in peaceful sleep, immersed in a world of tranquility that contrasted with the turmoil of your own thoughts.

For a moment, you wondered about the thoughts Natasha kept, about what she dreamed and what made her smile in the silence of that rest. There was something intriguing about the way she moved in the world, near you, an aura of mystery and serenity that deeply attracted you.

You were in love; you felt it intensely and quickly. And for the first time in your life, you felt that this love was mutual. You lay down beside her, lightly touching Natasha's lips with a kiss. She slowly opened her eyes, meeting yours with a gentle shine of surprise and care.

"Nat," you started, feeling your heart racing with emotion overflowing in your words. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

A radiant smile formed on her lips, her eyes reflecting tenderness and joy. She nodded slightly, without saying a word, but making it clear that her answer was yes.

☆。*。☆。 Six months earlier…

You walked out of the office with firm steps, Luke by your side. For the first time in months, he mentioned it was for security measures, and you didn't mind, too excited to introduce your oldest friend to your girlfriend. The usual café was just a few meters away, and Natasha, watching from afar, noticed the smile on Newton's face as she entered the establishment.

"Hello there!" You exclaimed eagerly upon seeing Natasha, who smiled back warmly as she greeted you. "You're here! I missed you," Natasha said, warmly embracing you. She caught the familiar scent of Newton and momentarily lost herself in the comforting sensation.

"Yes, and accompanied this time. Nat, this is Luke. Luke, this is Natalie," you introduced them, your eyes shining with affection for Nat, your girlfriend.

"Natalie! You're as beautiful as she said," Luke complimented Natasha with a gallant air, earning a playful eye-roll from Newton. Natasha noted the dynamic between the two, the way Luke enjoyed subtly teasing her.

"Maybe Newton is onto something after all," Natasha replied, laughing softly as she observed Newton and Luke interact.

Luke was at ease, responding to Natasha's light questions with calculated calm. He didn't reveal much personal information, maintaining a professional and careful demeanor in his responses. Natasha tried to probe him about his work and interests, but Luke skillfully deflected, keeping the conversation on superficial topics.

During a momentary pause, Luke received a call on his cell phone. He discreetly stepped away to answer it, while you and Nat continued chatting. A few minutes later, Luke returned with a serious expression.

"Newton," Luke began, catching both your attention. "I just received an important call. We need to prepare for a trip to Seattle in a week. We have a client that requires our personal attention. We'll be there for a month."

You nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility on your shoulders. Natasha couldn't contain her excitement upon hearing about the trip. It was the perfect opportunity to gather evidence against Luke's criminal activities. She spoke with anticipation in her eyes. "That's great! I'd love to come along, if possible."

Luke seemed surprised by Natasha's suggestion, his gaze becoming more cautious. "Natalie, I'm not sure if…"

"I have family there, I don't need to know many details, I just didn't want to be away from Newton," Natasha said persuasively, while Luke looked at her with a wary gaze.

You smiled at Nat and kissed her gently. "Of course, you can come, right Luke?"

Luke nodded resignedly but with a faint smile. "Alright, then get ready for the trip."

While observing the tension in his voice, you recalled how meticulous he had been with security recently. First, insisting on buying a new computer for you, claiming it was safer and more efficient. Then, personally supervising the building's security system update. At the time, you thought it was just part of his protective nature as head of security. Now, however, looking at him, there was something in his behavior that made you wonder if he was hiding something.

The idea of betraying you was unbearable. If only she could find something to justify her mission, she could decide what to do next. She could stop everything, tell you the truth, and run away to Greece, or anywhere far from here.

On the flight, Natasha kept herself discreet, but every glance exchanged between you two left her more conflicted. You were excited about the trip, unaware of the internal turmoil Natasha was facing. She wanted to protect you, but how could she do that when she herself was the threat?

Upon arriving at the destination, Natasha checked into the same hotel as you, but Luke made sure she had no access to the meetings. He was vigilant, observing every interaction between you. You, on the other hand, seemed happy with the opportunity to explore the city alongside Natasha, oblivious to her true intentions.

Every night, as you fell asleep, Natasha stayed awake, lost in thought. She looked at you, feeling a mixture of tenderness and guilt. She knew she needed to act, to find something that would change everything. But until that happened, she stayed by your side, cherishing the time she still had.

Natasha Romanoff had no idea she wasn't the only one playing this game.

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Two - July 9, 2024

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Years of observation had you watching the redhead from afar- wishing, hoping, that someday you could get past your one night stands for her.

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You hated this time of year. The pomp and circumstance of the holidays never sat well with you- never feeling like you had

anything worth celebrating. You were always dedicated to work first and never gave yourself the time for more than a meaningless fling. The seemingly forced happiness many coworkers at your workplace exuded, mixed with the obligatory Christmas parties, one of which you were currently getting ready for. You had no desire to attend, but the obligation of this being your business made it necessary. The buzzing of your phone on the right bedside table told you that someone had texted- presumably your assistant, Kate. 

You were lucky- you were running the only all-female partner-led law firm in New York. You, being the original, founding member, a prodigal law student from Stanford University, finishing your Masters in Criminal Law in an unheard of 3 years out of high school, and being brought up under the tutelage of Matt Murdock before breaking out of the Nelson and Murdock firm and starting your own. With much criticism at your decision to leave the best law firm in the state, you were met with unfathomable backlash, people trying to make it impossible for your firm to succeed, but your mentor knew what being the underdog meant, how hard it was, and was in your corner the entire way. 

Within the matter of a half-decade, you became one of the most highly sought-after lawyers in the state and had a legion of powerful women behind you as partners in your law firm, and with that- you had the only truly all-female law firm in the state, and most likely the country. Y/L/N, Sharpe, Book, and Walters were the best of the best. You also had a slew of “up and coming” hotshot female lawyers, people always seemed to pick apart the penchant you had for dynamic, jaw-droppingly attractive, and authoritative women. Your love life was nothing for any outsider to envy- you hardly dated, just fooled around with whatever poor, unsuspecting should fall into your allure, your uncanny ability to entice and ensnare even the most savvy and discerning women. 

Glancing at your phone, you were correct in seeing Kate's name flashing on your screen, a quick text is sent to confirm that you were, in fact, on your way to the holiday party. You peered over your shoulder, seeing the myriad of Christmas lights mixed with city lights, overlooking the holiday festivities being had in Central Park. Grasping the green pinstripe suit jacket and flinging it over the shoulder of your cream-colored turtleneck-clad frame, you made your way down to where your driver was waiting for you. Hopping into the back of the blacked-out SUV, and made your way towards the meatpacking district, to STK, where you had been able to cover the operating costs of the restaurant for the night, and then some, to ensure the restaurant was only full of employees of your large firm. A few members had ‘decorated’ the restaurant as if everyone attending didn’t already know the impending holiday was the reason for the party.

You could hear the overwhelmingly jolly music blaring from the interior of the restaurant as you arrived- you only let yourself indulge in the musical accompaniments of the season on the holiday itself, any more than that seemed to be too much. Bracing for what was behind the door, you pulled your arms through the sleeves of your coat, taking a deep breath and allowing yourself to exhale, watching the cold air around you transform your warm breath into opaque clouds. 

“Is the big, bad attorney afraid of a little festive fun?” 

You rolled your eyes in response as you turned to face the source of the voice. One of your aspiring partners, Wanda, stood behind you. With her signature head tilt and smirk, she was looming on your heels, arms crossed. She looked stunning in an all-black suit, her blazer not leaving much to the imagination as there was nothing on underneath. Of course, you knew what was underneath, you had already slept with her, to say it was a shock when she walked into your office a few days later, announcing she was the new junior attorney was an understatement. She had tried many times to get back in bed with you, but you never broke the 2-night rule. There was only one person that you consider ever breaking that rule for the one woman in the office you hadn’t seen completely bare- Natasha Romanoff. She was the only person in the office to give you a run for your money, and she could go toe to toe with your antics. She had arguably bed just as many as you, and most certainly wasn’t shy about it. 

“No, Maximoff. There’s a difference between fear and hatred. I hate the holidays.” You snark back, her tutting at her revelation. 

“Oh, Y/L/N, you should never tell others what gets under your skin. Now, come come, let’s go inside. It’s freezing out here.” She loops her arm in yours, leading you to the door of the chophouse. You let her lead you towards the door, withdrawing your area from hers as you walked inside, taking in the dull roar of the crowd now occupying the space, various shades of red, gold, green, and silver smattered throughout, with pine boughs and wreaths adorning the columns in the space, and various ornaments and a fairly large Christmas tree nestled in the far corner, surrounded by the gift boxes that held everyone Christmastime bonus, meticulously wrapped by your assistant. Wanda quickly made her way to a group of junior litigators who were clustered at the end of the bar. One thing you will give the redhead credit for, she certainly held the presence of being a bonafide partner, she never once acted like a timid junior who was afraid of fucking up. 

As you wormed your way through the crowd, you stopped time and time again, everyone thanking you for the party or feigning interest by asking your plans for the holidays, some of the plus ones asking where your significant other was, some of the elder employees shocked you hadn’t a girlfriend, let alone a date. By the time you had made your way to the partner’s table, the amused look on Jennifer’s face made it obvious to your disdain for the social interaction. She handed you a glass, your gaze questioning its contents as the dark brown liquid swirled around the martini glass. 

“It’s an espresso martini, Y/N. Relax. You need to loosen up.” Her eyes went wide as you slammed the booze back, smiling as you set the glass onto a passing waiter’s tray. “Jesus, I didn’t mean like that…”

“Relax, Jenn,” you snarked, mocking the tone she used with you. You slowly made your way around the table, greeting and talking to everyone, before turning around as she walked in the padded front doors. 

“You have a little bit of something…there, ya know?” Kate whispered at you, motioning at her bottom lip as you watched the woman make her way through the restaurant, her gaze briefly shooting your way, smirking as she gave you a once over. You think you may have stopped breathing, between her all-white suit with her auburn hair that you honestly just wanted to see stuck to her forehead covered in sweat, you dreamed of seeing her panting and what her moans would sound like and had to shake yourself out of it, quickly turning the other direction and flagging a waitress down for a drink. After smacking Kate and telling her to leave you alone, you flashed a bright smile at the woman who took your drink order, her shy smile causing you to laugh as you made your way toward your seat, planning on ordering your dinner so you could give everyone their token seasonal package and then the sooner you could be home, with your lingering thoughts of the redhead meandering from table to table, laughing and talking to various people throughout the room. 

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You couldn’t help but notice throughout the night that she made her way around to every single person, including the partners, everyone except for you. Dismissing the behavior of the flirtatious redhead, you made your way to the bar, having given your speech to congratulate everyone on the banner year and wanting a repeat performance, blah, blah, blah. You began to hit on the ridiculously attractive barkeep, flirting your way to her remaining down at the end of the bar you sat, blushing at the remarks you would make as she kept you well hydrated.

“Well, Y/N, you can certainly put a holiday party together. I can’t say the same for your speeches.” Your breath caught ever so slightly, and you rolled your eyes, turning to the redhead beside you.

“Happy fucking Holidays to you too, Romanoff. Also, probably not how you should be talking to your boss.” You smirk, taking a sip of your drink before setting the drink back down on the marble bar top. You took in the woman standing next to you, her red locks curled and flowing over her shoulder, the white suit with her gold rings and necklaces, and white heels that still didn’t bring her quite to your height. You imagined the look of those necklaces dangling in your face as she rode your strap to oblivion, her hair in a curtain surrounding your face. You took another sip of your drink, watching the woman’s every move. 

“Well, boss, considering how you’ve been eye-fucking me all night, I think I should get a pass.” You almost spit out your drink at the remark. 

“What the hell are you going on about, Romanoff?” She left you speechless by the bar, winking after receiving her drink. She made her way to the makeshift dance floor on the other side of the restaurant, where she rocked and swayed with her drink and the music. She kept her distance, but her gaze was piercing through you no matter where you ended up at the party. After a few more drinks, you had finally loosened up enough to dance around with the music some, but it wasn’t anywhere near how you wanted to be dancing, nor who you wanted to be dancing with. Thinking that one more drink wouldn’t hurt, you stood at the bar, waiting for the new bartender to make you your drink. You had been hoping for the same smoke-show blonde to be behind the counter, but she had left, and someone else- who most definitely wasn’t her- was manning it now. 

“Don’t look so disappointed, Y/N.” a voice resonated through the music from behind you. 

“I can’t help it, I wanted something to do when I got home tonight…” you answered, the alcohol at this point not helping you to filter what probably should and should not be said at a work function you are throwing. You missed the look of disappointment on the face of the woman behind you. 

“Something, or someone?” they spoke over the music, right into the shell of your ear. Goosebumps erupted across your body at the breath fanning across the side of your face. 

“Someone,” you answer, turning around to face the frame behind you, putting yourself ungodly close to Natasha’s now shimmering body, an expression of amusement on your face. If there was one thing people (who stuck around) always seemed to be annoyed with, it was your gross ability to be extremely confident- borderline cocky, and acerbic the more you drank. You usually pissed more people off than you charmed as the night went on. But all that usually mattered was that someone was going to lay in your bed that night. And they would get railed senseless. 

Your wandering gaze wasn’t missed by the redhead, but she was still slightly caught off guard by your remark, thinking you wanted the bartender to be your companion home. Natasha had been playing the long game- she had been pining after you since she saw you speak at a college seminar, you are the reason Natasha got into law. When you accepted her application as an intern junior associate, she thought she might explode. You had her working on a team with Jenn as her mentor. While she was disappointed she wasn’t on your team- she soon found out you didn’t have one. You worked alone. She has been working to gain your attention ever since, a small glimmer of her hoping you would once- just once- make an exception. She saw the “tough guy” charade, the playgirl demeanor, and frankly saw right through you. You had no idea, but Natasha could read you like a book.

“Don’t be such an ass, Y/L/N.” You scoff at the remark, putting your arms up. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… Romanoff… do I sense some jealousy? Or did you have her on your to-do list as well?”

“Oh, please, Y/N. I am most certainly not jealous. And no, the blonde bimbo was not on my to-do list. Unlike some people I know, I don’t make it a sport to pass through every floozie in the 5 boroughs.”

“I don’t make it a sport, Romanoff. It just comes naturally. Besides… no one can handle me on the regular anyways.” You turn your back to the redhead, the bartender sliding you your drink. The booze didn’t stand a chance, you downed it in one gulp, wiping the back of your hand over your mouth, cleaning the corners of your lips with your thumb. You pretended not to notice the slight tint to the woman’s cheeks, and the small glimmer in her eyes as they darkened slightly at your actions. “Now, Romanoff. You can either join me for the after-party down the street, or you can shut the fuck up about my lifestyle.” You spoke into the woman’s ear as you stood more upright, having to bend over slightly to reach her pierced ear. “Maybe now, you can learn from the master…” you quip, digging at her antics of going toe to toe with your sexual prowess. 

“Please, Y/L/N. If anyone is going to be learning anything, it isn’t me.” She snarked back, playing right into your hand. You pretended not to see her body shiver slightly as you spoke in her ear, but you knew you finally had her where you wanted her. 

“Let’s go, Romanoff.” You grabbed the woman by her arm, leading her out a side door, where no one from the office could see. The brisk air was a shock to both of you, as you both let out a slight gasp at the chill in the mid-December air. You continued to walk, leading the woman to one of the few nightclubs you would allow yourself to frequent. Luckily, it was a short walk from STK, so you noticed the strobing and pulsating lights, and then you began to hear the dull thrum of the music from inside. It was bound to be packed- this was a Friday night, after all. You approached the bouncer, grabbed Natasha’s hand and he let you in front of all the people in line, recognizing you instantly. 

“Come here often, I take it?” She asks as you get inside, dropping her hand to thread your arm around her waist, leading her to the bar. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” You smile, flagging down one of the usual bartenders. He recognized you instantly and began to make you your usual drink. “What do you want, Romanoff?” You ask, placing your mouth right next to the redhead’s ear so she can hear the question over the music. 

“Triple vodka and soda water, please.” She answers, watching you lean over the bar and give the barkeep your order. He smiled, nodded, and went to make her drink, going heavy on the pours. 

“I know you like your vodka, Romanoff. You fucking Russians, I swear you drink that shit like it’s fucking water.” You cringed at the thought, handing her the glass that was mostly alcohol. 

“Yeah, well there’s other things us fucking Russians like to do too. And please, call me Nat. You don’t need to use my last name like we’re in the fucking military.” She says as you sit at your usual table upstairs, in the corner, away from the dance floor. “You even have your table here? Who’d you pay off for that treatment?”

“No one. I’m always here, made friends with the owner. Now he treats me like a daughter.” You reply, taking a large swig of your drink, and unbuttoning a few of the buttons on your shirt, so you only have 3 buttons holding your shirt over your stomach. Natasha pretended not to watch as you unbuttoned them with one hand, as you watched the crowd, but you caught her stare. “See something you like, Nat?”

“Huh? Oh... no. Hell no. Just thinking.” She responded, quickly turning her head away, and taking a large drink of her poison before looking at the floor below. “Wanna dance? Christmas music is hard to get a rhythm to…” she asked, looking your way. 

“No, I'm good. I’ll watch from up here, and see if someone catches my eye.” You wink, taking another sip of your drink as she nods and goes back downstairs, worming her way through the sea of bodies. She found a spot that you could just barely see, and you kept your eyes trained on her as it wasn’t long before she had a few guys come up to her. 

You could see her turn them away, their dejected expressions showing that she didn’t let them down easily. But then, you recognized the woman approaching her as the bartender from the restaurant, and Natasha glanced at you before nodding as they started to dance. It started innocently enough, but as the songs faded from one to another, and the closer their bodies got. Soon, the redhead had her hands wrapped around the waist of the blonde, the blade’s arms around Nat’s neck. You could feel the bile rising in your throat, as not only the woman you wanted was too close to a woman you were trying to take home in her place. It was a sick, sick, game. Natasha would occasionally glance at you, ensuring that she was getting the rise she wanted out of you. She knew that this could very well be the tipping point- and may get her what she wanted most.

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You watched as the two seemed to get more affectionate as the night went on, and before you knew it, your body was involuntarily moving back to the bar, where you ordered a few shots, downing them back to back to back, before making your way onto the floor and finding someone that was dancing alone. You were sure to keep your gaze on or around Natasha, trying to monitor her every move. She was clenching her jaw at the brunette now “dancing” by you, but the poor thing was so drunk you could barely call her dancing a seizure. It looked embarrassing she was like a fish out of water, just flopping herself all over you and anyone who bothered to come near her. But Natasha still didn’t like it. 

You moved around, going from woman to woman, dancing, and grinding, but never letting your envious gaze leave the woman you wanted the most. She was the same, now moving around from woman to woman, but her eyes always seemed to linger on yours. Finally, you felt like you had been goaded enough. You waited just long enough for her to push away from someone else, and as her back turned, you slid up behind her, slipping your hands around her waist, moving with the new song that was pulsating over the speakers. 

“Having fun, are we?” You asked, pressing the woman’s back to your front, earning a slight gasp. 

“I am, thank you.” She smirked, and god- that sideways smile could honestly bring you to your knees. “I thought you didn’t want to dance?”

“I couldn’t help it, my song came on.” She laughed, her head leaning backward to your shoulder. 

“Please, Y/N. You saw me dancing with your conquest from earlier. You got jealous.” She turned around in your arms, slotting one leg in between yours, as you pulled her hips up to yours. You continued to move to the beat of the music, keeping as little airspace as possible between your bodies. You swore you could honestly light a fire with the amount of heat being generated between you two at the moment. 

“You see, Natasha, that’s where you’re wrong.”

“Oh? And how would that be wrong? You were pining after her all night back at the restaurant.” She quipped, but you saw the jealousy flash across her face.

“That was me settling, dorogoy.” you watched her eyes darken at the use of the Russian endearment. 

“Uhh, one…when did you learn to speak Russian and two… settling?” She asked.

“Ohh milaya, I can speak a few languages…” You whispered in her ear, causing a large eruption of goosebumps to erupt across her collarbone and shoulders. “…and yes, I was settling. There was someone else I wanted more at the party.”

“Blyat…” she whispered, hoping you wouldn’t hear her.

“Ah, ah, ah…saying things like that won’t get you the answers you want.” You quipped, turning her back around, pressing her back to your front.

“Oh? And how do you know what I want? Are you like Santa Claus now?” She chuckled at the joke, gasping when your hand ran up her side, drifting over her exposed collarbone and settling loosely around her neck. Her eyes quickly clouded over and closed, her head leaning her head back so her mouth rested by your ear. 

“Detka, I sign your checks. I am kinda like Santa Claus.” She groaned as you pushed your hand up the column of her throat, pulling her lip from the prison in between her teeth and continuing up, grabbing onto her hair and gently pulling her back flush with you. “…But I can think of a few other things you can call me…” you whispered against the shell of her ear, pulling her hair down so her neck was strained and her eyes screwed shut. You ran your teeth and tongue up the side of her neck, coming to rest being her ear, by her throbbing pulse point.

“Fuck, Y/N…” she groaned as leaned back into you. As soon as you let her hair go, she snapped her head back, turning herself around in your arms, and grinding to the music down your now outstretched leg. She came back up, her forest green eyes dusted with lust, coming to a stop as your noses touched. “I don’t want to be a conquest for the night, detka.” She emphasized how you pronounced the very same word to her earlier. 

“Well, how cocky of you, did you think that is what I wanted? You think of all the people in that office, and around this city I have slept with, that you could change how I go about my personal life?” You backed away ever so slightly, the redhead was slightly stabling, so you caught her by her ribcage, pushing her backward away from you. 

“Please, Y/N. I see how you gawk, I know you’ve run through almost every person in that office like a wildfire, and you-YOU-don’t have any desire to put your hands all over this?” She spun, dropped low, and stuck her ass straight back into your groin. She gasped as she felt the “little surprise” you had been wearing all night. She stood up, backing her ass back up into you, rubbing all over your strap, causing you to groan as you watched. “How about you give me a little extra ‘Christmas Bonus’, hmm?” She continued to wiggle against you, the concealed toy hitting the right spot to cause you to let out a throaty moan. “C’mon, detka, I want to hear you, I want to see you fuck me… with this…” she emphasized as she palmed the toy, peeking over her shoulder at you. You pushed her shoulders down, causing her to bend at the perfect angle, and come up slowly against you, and just as she reached the perfect position, you thrust your hips forward driving the toy into her ever so slightly. 

“You’re coming with me.” You responded as you grabbed her waist, leading her off the dance floor, back to your table to collect your belongings, as you called your driver to meet you out front. She flung back another drink as you were walking down to the lower lever, sliding the glass across the bartop and linking her hand in yours. You stood behind her as the chauffeur arrived in front of the club, and as you opened the door, leaning towards Natasha’s ear, you whispered, “Let me show you how much I want this to not be a one-night stand, detka.” You’re lips ghosted the shell of her ear, and you slid your hand down, grabbing her ass and pushing her into the car as she turns around with an astounded face. She sat there, staring, as she couldn’t quite wrap her head around the words you just said. You sat there with your legs spread, a cocky smirk adorning your features, watching her come to terms with what you had just said. 

“You…wha…what???” She questioned, all confidence seeming to be gone at this point, the power in your hands. 

“Oh, come on, baby girl… daddy didn’t stutter… you heard me correctly.” You snarked, leaning back and stretching your arms over the back of the seat, loosening your tie and unbuttoning the top buttons of your shirt. You didn’t miss how she reacted, her legs squeezing together as she screwed her eyes shut, groaning at your demeanor. You leaned forward, looking at her closed eyes, pulling her chin towards you, in between your thumb and forefinger. “Don’t leave me waiting, doll. Repeat what I said.” You smirked as her eyes flew open, and she took in your proximity, your thumb running over her prominent cheekbones. She leaned into your touch, as you opened your hand and slid your palm alongside her face, grabbing onto the back of her head to get her attention. “What…did…daddy…say?” You punctuated each word, inching her face closer with every pause. 

“That… that I’m coming with you?” She asked, your lips curling into a sinister smile as she tried to remember the rest of your statement. “…and…and that you want to show me this won’t be a one-night stand?” She whispered the last part, like she was afraid you would deny the statement, and kick her to the street after riling her up to the point that she was sure her arousal could be seen through her new work pants. Your grip loosened as she mentioned the last part, a whimper leaving her slightly parted lips as you leaned forward, trapping her against the bench seat in the SUV across from you. 

“Good girl, milaya.” You whispered against her lips, her eyes screwing shut as to pressed your lips to hers in a chaste, fiery kiss. You knew you were pulling into your parking garage, so there wasn’t time to get her properly edged. She moaned as you traced the inside of her mouth with your tongue, trying to memorize everything you could before your driver opened the door. You pulled away all too quickly, right as the door opened, and she almost fell forward in the direction of the kiss. “Whoa, be careful detka…there’s no rush. We have all night.” You respond as she moans, you catching her falling frame as you slip out of the SUV, holding out your hand as she stumbles towards you, almost falling out of the back. You laugh, wrapping your arms around her slim waist and lifting her down to the ground, setting her down carefully. 

You reach your hand out behind you, leading her towards the elevator that would carry you up the 129 floors to your penthouse. The moment you backed into the elevator, she pressed herself onto your leaning frame, grabbing hold of the tie around your neck and pulling you in for another scorching kiss- a kiss that would make Eros and Himeros blush. A clashing of tongue, teeth, and winded breath as you both clawed at each other, fighting for dominance in the kiss, you eventually winning by gripping her hips so tightly she would surely have bruises in the morning, spinning her around and slamming her into the opulent wall of the elevator. The moan that left her mouth was filthy and sinful, and you couldn't wait to make her groan like that all night long. You pulled her head to the side and kissed your way up and down her neck before the door dinged open, and you backed away, smirking at her glassed-over expression as you led her into the penthouse. She glanced around at the space, smiling at the token Christmas tree tucked in the corner, half decorated as the only evidence of the season she could seek out. You began to further unbutton your shirt, standing there as she took in her surroundings, and when she turned around, she saw your dress shirt completely unbuttoned, the tattoos adorning your ribcage now ever present, the tie barely hung around your neck, and your jacket flung over your shoulder. 

“You just gonna stand there and admire? Or are you gonna put Daddy to use?” You respond, biting your lip slightly, as she stalks over to you like she is hunting prey. She grabs a hold of your shirt, pulling you into her and running her nimble fingers over your bare chest. 

“No bra tonight, darling?” She asked, her eyes darkening as she slowly began inching her hands all over your frame, sweeping her thumb underneath your breasts, tracing the tattoo that resides in between. “Fuck, detkaaaa…” she drew out the endearment in her mother tongue, running her nose up your neck and behind your ear. You wrapped your muscular arm around her waist, scooching it down to beneath her thighs. 

“Up, babe…” you tap her thigh with your other hand, signaling for her to jump into your arms, you looping your forearm under her ass as she wrapped herself around your front like a koala. She began to rock her hips slightly, trying to gain friction against the member you still had in your pants, but you pulled her up higher so she couldn’t reach it. “Ah ah, behave…” you whispered into her ear, feeling the goosebumps erupt across the span of her back and thighs. “You don’t want to be a bad girl on your first night, do you? You don’t want to disappoint me, malyshka…” you kicked open the door to the bedroom as she nestled herself into your neck, you threw the blazer off your shoulder and onto the chair by the door. The whining and squirming mess attached to your frame like a leach squealed as you threw her onto your massive bed in the center of the room. Her red hair fanned out perfectly as she pulled out her ponytail holder, and her legs crossed as she bit into her lip so hard the skin turned white. “Ooooh, baby… be nice to those perfect lips… don’t bite so hard…” you tutted as you reached out, dragging your thumb across her lower lip, pulling it from the grasp between her pearly white teeth and red lipstick. You began to remove the dress shirt from your frame, tossing it in the same direction as the chair that now has your jacket on it. You began to loosen the tie, yelping as she pulled you forward so her lips rested on your ear. 

“Leave the tie, detka…” she pulled back, looking into your eyes as you groaned at her response. 

“Lie back for me, Natasha…” you leaned back, unbuckling the belt on your waist, whipping it out of your belt loops, and throwing it to the side, before unbuttoning your pants. You kneeled with your knee slotted in between her legs, leaning over her frame with both your arms flanking her side. “Tell me, me… malysh… how would you like this to go? Do you want Daddy to take it easy?” You trailed your finger upland down her clothed chest, biting your lip when you also felt, no bra. With one hand, you began to unbutton her shirt, slowly, painstakingly slow, as you continued to trail your finger up and down the now bare, creamy skin. Leaning over, your trailed kisses up the center of her sternum, nipping at her collarbones as open-mouthed kisses trailed over the expanse of her pale chest and neck. You leaned back as you finally reached the bottom of her shirt, she sat up and quickly tossed the offending article to the side. 

“Please… please Y/N…” she moaned as you returned to nipping and kissing, soothing and licking spots all over her chest. She began bucking her hips slightly, trying to gain friction where her core was aching most. 

“Aw,  ‘please…please Y/N’ “ you mocked as you pulled back, shoving her back down to the bed and taking in her disheveled state. She was squirming, squeezing her legs together as you grabbed a from the hold of her ankles, making the auburn-haired woman moan as you ripped them apart, and groaned at the visible wet patch forming on the dress pants she was wearing. “Ohh, detka… you’re drenched… all for me? It looks like I owe you a new pair of pants…” you snarled in their face, causing her eyes to roll back as your finger swiped up the folds outside of her pants. You groaned as the fabric now clung to the form below, seeing the detail of her pussy coming through the drenched, white fabric. You leaned over, swiping your nose through her crotch as you leaned over her, watching as her frame squirmed beneath you, her eyes screwed shut. 

“Please…please Y/N… take them off…’m so uncomfortable…” she trailed off, squirming as her hands grasped at the sheets below. Ripping her legs apart again, your deft fingers unbuttoned her pants, before slowly gliding down the soft fabric, teasing her inner thighs, before getting down to her ankles, and ripping the fabric from her frame. She gasped at the sudden cold- her back arching as you slid your arm under the small of her back, lifting her frame with ease and tossing her deeper onto the mattress, before stalking over her now bare frame. You leaned back onto your heels, admiring the now easily apparent bruises adorning her collarbone, the scratches running down her chest to her belly, and the flushed expression with her mouth agape as she wriggled beneath you. You looked down to see her sopping, puffy cunt dripping onto the fabric below, her legs shaking to rub together, but your frame in between kept that from happening. 

You leaned up to her ear, purposely driving your thigh into her dripping sex, nipping at the shell of her ear- earning an almost pornographic moan from the woman. 

“You have no idea, krasivaya, how long I have been thinking about this… How long I have wanted to see you, feel you, hear you, taste you.” A devilish smirk laced your features. “Now, detka- make yourself useful…ruin daddy’s pants, doll.” You nipped at her pierced ear, jingling the pricing with your tongue, and feeling the woman’s back arch against you as her eyes rolled back. 

“Fuuuuuuuuck…. Y/N…” she moaned, her hips picking up their pace as you stilled them beneath you. 

“Ah, ah… what’s my name, darling?” You pinched her hip bones, before pushing your hands up her frame and resting them on her pebbled nubs, lightly running your fingers over them, teasing her with the ghost of your touch. 

“Hnnnng…..daaaa…..daaaaddy…” she moaned as she scratched her nails down your chest. 

“There you go…there’s my girl…” you respond, grabbing hold of her hips and beginning to run her folds up and down the covered musculature of your thigh. You randomly would flex your leg, allowing for a variation in her pleasure. You groaned as you watched the slick patch develop on your thigh saturating the fabric on your legs, groaning as the folds of her pussy would part and slide up and down, her hips driving up as she tried to gain friction on her aching clit. “Good girl…” you moaned as you watched her thrusts become firmer and sloppier, signaling she was reaching her peak. Shut as you felt her legs begin to tremble, and her entrance began clamping around nothing, you pulled her away from your leg. She let out a pained groan, her climax beginning to fade away as a dull sheen of sweat became present on her body. 

“Ah, ah… babygirl- terpeniye (patience)…You want to cum on Daddy’s strap, yeah?” You shushed her moans, pushing your finger into her swollen lips. She opened her watery, dark green orbs, a doe-eyed, lusty expression taking over her features. She nodded furiously as he bit her lip again, you tutting and leaning down, freeing her lip and capturing them with your own. The kiss started slow, passionate, as all the pent-up emotions of years of watching her prance around your office, her professional cockiness irritating to most, but it made your heart swell like the Grinch to think that she wanted that kind of power, and authority and rapport within the community- next to you. Everyone always tried to use you, sleep with you, to get the next position- no one ever outright said they wanted to work beside you. 

“Push…puhlease…daddy… I need you… I’ve been dreaming… of this… for so…so long…” she moaned and squirmed, pawing at your breasts, pulling the hair on the nape of your neck, and the bulge that is yet to be uncovered from your pants. Your eyes rolled back at her admission, a brief sigh leaving your lips as you leaned back, looking down at the sopping wet patch of her arousal adorning your right thigh. You slowly pushed the pants down, as she pulled at one nipple with her hand, the other hovering over her drenched core. She moaned as you let the fabric catch onto the start adorning your hips, causing it to rebound and smack you in the lower stomach. You leaned your frame forward, placing your arms on the side of her torso, and allowing yourself to drag your hips up, the toy running through her sopping folds. “aaaAAhhhH!” She arched into you, letting out a glass-shattering moan. 

“Good, good girl. Let Daddy hear you. I’ve waited so long…we’ve waited so long…” you moaned into her mouth rocking your hips back and forth slowly, allowing the silicone hung from your groin to lubricate against her. She clawed at your back, as you held yourself over her, watching her mewl and wiggle beneath you. “Ohhhhhh, Natasha…” you moaned at the sight of her beneath you. “You drive daddy wild, baby. This body, your moans, how wet you are for me, tell me, baby girl… my malyshka… who makes you wet like this? Hmm? Who makes you moan and wiggle beneath them like a fool, like I DO?” 

You grazed your teeth over her nipple, you’re tongue swirling over the bud, before puckering your lips and blowing a cool stream of air onto the rock-hard pebble. She pushed her chest up to your face, arching her back so deep your nose rested between her bosoms. You began nipping and biting, licking the tight skin between her breasts pulling your arms out from underneath her frame, and grasping a boob into each hand, pushing them against your face. You continued to flick the nipples as you nipped and licked every inch of her pale, muscular chest. You pulled your face away, pushing her boobs further together, and grabbing onto them pulling yourself forward as you teased her entrance with the tip of your cock. She bit her lip, nodding and moaning a yes as the tip pressed into her saturated folds. You let go of one of her boobs, lining the tip up with her dripping hole. You began to slowly push in, creeping the dildo into her sex ever so slowly, watching as her cunt swallows the toy vein by vein. You were mesmerized by the sight of her pussy swallowing you whole and she quickly grew impatient with how slow you were spreading her open.

“Unnngh…. daddyyyyyyyyy… pleaseeeee… please fuck me!” She mewled beneath you, running her hands through her hair as she bit her lip. 

“Ohhh, baby. Because you asked so nice…” you grabbed hold of her hips and rammed your hips forward HARD. You bottomed out, nestling your groin against hers as she regained her breath, her hands pawing behind your head until they found purchase at the nape of your neck. “Do you feel better, baby? Nice and full of daddy’s cock, baby?” You mocked, as she wiggled and shook her head beneath you. You quickly shifted your grip up to her boobs, grabbing hold of them before rutting your hips into hers like an animal in heat. You continued to pound your hips against hers, the wet slapping of the toy and the harness meeting her soaked, puffy lips as your hips expertly found new angles, quickly finding the spongy spot inside her that made her see white. Her grip in your hair began to get tighter, as you continued to thrust the toys full length inside her. You moaned as you watched her stomach bulge with each thrust, moving one of her hands to rest on her stomach as you continued your relentless pace on her cunt.

“m s’close, da…daddy…” she mewled beneath you.

“You are, honey- Daddy can feel it. What do good girls do, baby doll?” You asked, pushing her hand into her stomach so she could feel the toy inside her. 

“Th…they…ask to…to cum, daddy?” She asked, her eyes rolling back into her head as you let go of her breasts, grasping her hips firmly and watching the buds bounce with each thrust of your hips. 

“Thaaaaats…my….good…girl…” you let out between thrusts. “Do you feel me deep inside you? You feel me up in your stomach, baby?” You asked as she moaned, nodding her head, her thighs slowly tightening around your hips. 

“S’deep, feels s’good…” she moaned as she wiggled beneath you. 

“What do good girls do, detka?” As the Russian endearment rolled off your tongue, her eyes rolled back and her back arched. 

“Ohhhhh, Daddy! Please!! Let me cum daddy!” She moaned as she came back down to the mattress. You kept a relentless pace, feeling sweat rolling down your chest and back. You edged her, pushing her further, and further, until she began whimpering painfully from holding back. You leaned up to her ear, licking the shell, before whispering.

“Konchi dlya menya, dorogaya. Otpusti menya.” (Cum for me, darling. Let go for me.) The shaking of her form beneath you told you all you needed to know… her legs wrapping around you tightly, pushing the toy as deep as it could go inside her. She pulled you down with her arms, kissing you passionately through her orgasm, as wave after wave crashed over her. 

“Chert voz'mi, detka.” (Damn it, baby.) She whispered, winded as she let you go, running her hands through your disheveled hair, looking up at you with her blissed-out eyes. You laughed, nestling your head into her neck, collapsing over her frame as you caught your breath.

“That good, huh?” You laughed, peering out the side of your eye to her staring at the ceiling.

“Oh, god… If I had known you could speak Russian sooner, this would have happened ages ago, detka.” She laughed as you lifted off her frame, shifting the toy that was still inside her up to her stomach. “oooOOhhh m’god, too much, too much…” She pushed you away, and you leaned back, resting your weight on your heels as you slowly pulled the toy out, groaning at the sight. 

“Fuckkkkk, darling…” you moan, swiping your thumb through her sensitive folds. You stepped back, removing the strap from your hips, and pulling her by her legs towards the edge of the bed. You kneeled on the floor, flattening your tongue and licking a fat stripe up her glistening sex, causing her legs to clamp shut at the sensitivity.

“dddDDDDaaaAAAddddyyyyy!” She screamed as she laced her hands through your hair, peering down through the valley of her breasts to watch you devour her sopping wet cunt. You continued to lap, nibble, lick, and plunge your tongue inside of her, as she quickly began tightening around your muscle. You wrapped an arm around her hips, bringing your thumb to meet her clit, rubbing furiously as you continue to lap at her entrance, devouring her cum and pushing her towards another explosion. Using your other hand, you spread her dripping lips to allow yourself deeper into her puffy sex. You nestled your face inside, wiggling around like you were going to shove the entirety of your face into her waiting core. “oh GOD you’re good at that!” She moaned, you laughed and sent vibrations pulling through her, causing her to arch, sitting almost fully and grabbing onto your face, rutting her hips shamelessly against your face. You groaned at the sight of her pulling you into her, thrusting herself without any regard like she would die without an orgasm. You reach your arms around her lower back, pulling her close as you continue to devour her whole. 

“Ddd…dddaaaaadddyyy, puhhhhlease…” she panted out, struggling to catch her breath as she chased her high on your face. You hummed against her, lifting away slightly to allow yourself the freedom to speak. 

“Go ahead, baby- cum on daddy’s face, doll.” You groan, before she unabashedly pushes your face back to her core, and you continue a ruthless pace with your tongue, wiggling and nestling your face into her sex. Her hips continued to rut into your face, stuttering as she came to her climax, her abbreviated motions jostling your face as you lapped at her folds, cleaning up the cum before she pushed you away. You smirked, climbing back up her body, her essence running down your face, dripping off your chin. She moaned at the sight, swiping her cum off your chin before sucking on her thumb, hollowing her cheeks as she cleaned it off. 

“I have waited, sooo, sooo long for that, Y/N.” She whispered as you neared her, nudging her nose with yours. 

“Hmmm, me too, Natasha.” You whispered back as you looked into her glassy eyes, kissing her deeply, her moaning at the taste of herself on your tongue. The kiss continued as you poured all the years of pent-up frustration into it, and you could tell- she was putting all her emotion into the kiss, running her hands all over your sweaty, sticky frame. “Merry Christmas, doll.” You whispered as you pulled away, a smirk adorning her strung-out face.

“What happened to the big bad Grinch? You were bah-humbug earlier…” she laughed as she pulled you close, your face nestling into her sweat-covered neck. 

“You happened, you’re all I’ve ever wanted, baby. I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Tash.” You muttered against her neck.

“You’re all I have ever wanted, malysh. Merry Christmas.” She whispered as she played with the hair on the back of your neck, gently lulling you almost to sleep. You moaned as you lifted yourself begrudgingly from her frame, stalking over to your bathroom, and grabbing a washcloth to clean Natasha up for the night. “Oh darling, if you think we’re done, we’re not. Nas yest' gody, chtoby naverstat' upushchennoye, detka.” (We’ve got years to make up for, baby.)

[togrowoldinv]

I can’t stop thinking about waking up to get ready for work with a half awake Natasha doing anything and everything to keep you from getting out of bed.

Natasha would pull out all the stops for sure.

Imagine your alarm goes off and Natasha pulls you closer. She snuggles into you just the way she knows you can’t resist. She’s warm and you love the feeling of her against you.

You can’t see it but you know she has a smirk on her face as she nuzzles into your neck and drops kisses that are her plead for you to stay. She mumbles sweet nothings between kisses. Anything to make you smile.

When you finally try to pull away, she kisses you and time stands still like it always does with her. Before you know it, you’re going to be late for work.

When you eventually get out of bed, she follows you like a lost puppy and clings to you as you get ready to shower. Of course, she slips in with you and that’s when she starts to wake up. She knows a way to make you even later for work.

The beginning of the day is your favorite time dude to this sleepy, cuddly, and loving Natasha

[alpalpym]

Natasha x reader 18+ fic search:

Warning: description of 18+ fic. Minors do not interact

A while ago I read this natasha x reader fic where reader was a bit crazy. I only remember one scene where natasha and reader were on the quinjet. I think they were having sex/fighting because reader asks Natasha to hurt her. Then in comes the gun play. I think she even asked Nat to shoot her at some point to which Natasha says something along the lines of “you’re really fucked up aren’t you?”.

Anyways, I remember really loving the dynamic so I hope anyone can help me out and tell me what the fic is called!

[justalost4girl]

Two

One Word Count: 2752 taglist: @langedelalune @esposadejoyhuerta @scarlettbitchx

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Luke's POV

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One year earlier

Our sources alert that a certain spider has cast its webs. We count on your presence at our annual arachnid meeting, which will exceptionally take place today at 2 PM for exclusive details about this new species that attacks under the light. More information about the location is attached in the email. We await you there.”

Luke took his eyes off the screen and looked around the room. A spacious, elegantly decorated office, with a panoramic view of the sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows. An Italian leather sofa set rested in the center of the room, surrounded by handcrafted chairs with intricate details he imagined had been designed by hand. His own desk was cluttered with luxurious items of uncertain origin, extravagant gifts from the Hydra Corp’s head of data. Damn Hydra, with its dark history of human experiments, deep-rooted prejudices, and flawless marketing that made them appear as the good guys.

He reread the email, feeling a chill down his spine. The code might pass unnoticed by inexperienced eyes, but he knew what it meant. "Spider" referred to the legendary SHIELD spy who worked tirelessly to dismantle Hydra. Luke was in her crosshairs for his association with the organization.

The idea of Hydra being dismantled wasn’t entirely unpleasant to him. Deep down, Luke bitterly regretted every contract he had ever signed with them. But he would do anything not to return to the life of poverty he had before. He typed a response confirming his presence at the meeting when two knocks on the door caught his attention. He ran his hands over his face, trying to hide his worries.

A young woman appeared at the door, shy.

Always shy.

"Come in, Newton. What do you need?" He asked, picking up the stress ball his analyst threw at him.

"Stop with all this formality, I just came to ask for your feedback on my code. I want to leave on time today to have our coffee." You said, smiling excitedly. Newton's presence always brought a sense of normalcy to your chaotic life, and he wouldn't trade those coffee afternoons with you for almost anything in the world, but he needed to. Now he was about to be dragged even further into the web of intrigue involving Hydra and SHIELD and he would never forgive himself if he put you, who reminded him of himself, at risk.

Luke almost felt guilty seeing your face light up with expectation. "No coffee today, I'm afraid. There's a last-minute meeting." He said, watching your expression fall.

You sighed and nodded resignedly. "Alright, but tomorrow it's on you." And he tossed the stress ball back to you.

"See you tomorrow, Newton." You smiled sadly and left the room towards the café. He sighed and grabbed his keys, making his way to the address from the email that was about to change his life.

Luke arrived at the building early, his heart beating faster than usual. The building was extravagant and discreet at the same time, as if every detail of the décor had been meticulously planned not to reveal the kind of people who frequented the place. He walked through the luxurious lobby, his eyes capturing the Persian rugs, the impressionist paintings on the walls, and the strategically positioned designer furniture to impress without being ostentatious.

Entering the conference room, Luke sat down and was handed a tablet with several photographs. One in particular caught his attention: a red-haired woman with a piercing gaze. Before he could ask who she was, a severe-looking man sat down in front of him and began to speak.

"Her name is Natasha Romanoff," the man said, pointing to the photo. "She's known as the Black Widow. We have information that she's been frequenting the café where you usually go, observing our movements for weeks."

Luke felt a chill run down his spine. Natasha Romanoff was the name behind the codename that terrified any Hydra collaborator, and now she was closer than he had imagined.

"Our advice is that you avoid that café from now on. She's extremely dangerous, and we're certain she's plotting something big," the counter-spy continued. "We also want to discuss another matter. We have an ongoing plan, and we'll need your cooperation when the time comes. You'll be rewarded."

Luke nodded, absorbing the information. The idea of being targeted by one of the world's most notorious spies unsettled him, but he knew he had no choice but to cooperate. He took notes on Hydra's new project and once again felt the weight of his choices that day, but Luke could handle it, he always does.

Or so he thought.

The next day, while talking to you, Luke returned to his office with his hands on his chest, unable to breathe. "Nat…" He muttered to himself. The association was immediate and disturbing. Natasha Romanoff, the spy he had been warned about just the day before… Every detail matched the enthusiastic description of yours "soul mate". The red hair, the penetrating green eyes, the captivating presence.

He bit his tongue so hard not to scream that he tasted metal, yet he didn't care. What was supposed to be just a data sale had put you in danger, and you had no idea.

With his mind racing, he knew he needed to act quickly. Luke picked up the phone and dialed a number he hoped he'd never have to use. "We need to meet. It's urgent," he said, his voice tense. "The spider has spun its web around my analyst. We need to protect her."

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Six months earlier

"A bait," Alex's low voice referring to you was etched in Luke's brain. "The girl will be bait. Let Natasha think she's in control, let her go in the direction we want. If everything goes well, we can get rid of two problems at once and If she really falls in love, it will be easier."

Those words echoed in Luke's mind as he walked alongside you towards the café. He saw your happiness on display and deeply wished he could tell the truth with every step they took together. But he couldn't risk putting you in danger, not when everything was so delicately planned.

Sitting at the table with Natasha, Luke watched each interaction with a mix of admiration and apprehension. He admired how well you and Natasha got along, but knew that behind that smile, a much more dangerous game was unfolding, and deep down he hoped her feelings were genuine because Luke would always root for your happiness.

When the call interrupted their brief moment of normalcy, Luke returned to reality with a heavy heart. He needed to maintain control of the situation, protect you, and ensure the Hydra plan moved forward as planned.

Luke answered the call with a growing sense of urgency in his chest. It was Alex on the other end, his contact/mentor, and the words he heard made him tense.

"A trip," Alex began, using a calculated tone. "It's time to put the plan into action. I need you three in Seattle in a week, I've taken care of everything."

Luke felt a chill run down his spine. The trip to Seattle wasn't just a routine work task; it was a crucial part of the plan to neutralize Natasha's operations. He took a deep breath, focusing on keeping calm as he absorbed the gravity of the situation—he would be responsible for ending the girlfriend of his favorite person.

"Understood," Luke replied, his voice firm. "We'll prepare. Natasha will be with us?" He asked to confirm, praying he would say no. Neutralizing Natasha was bad enough, doing it in front of you was worse.

"Yes, and your Newton too," Alex confirmed. "She needs to be there. Make sure she's fully involved, but keep it discreet."

Luke nodded, even though Alex couldn't see him. He knew there was a lot at stake, and every step needed to be carefully planned to avoid any complications.

"Understood," Luke repeated, ending the call and returning to his seat at the table. Coming back near you and Natasha, he tried to disguise the tension as he shared the news of the trip. Natasha's reaction wasn't surprising to him; he knew she would see this as an opportunity to investigate him further.

Her suggestion of wanting to participate wasn't unexpected, but he couldn't let her suspect, so he pretended to oppose the idea. Luke left a brief pause hanging in the air, waiting for Natasha's response. He knew that if she agreed to go, it would make his task of keeping her close and under control easier. And when you asked for his permission with that loving look, he knew he had a lot to apologize to you for.

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Five months earlier…

It was the last day of the trip, and Natasha was elated. She had managed to plant listening devices in Luke's meeting room after catching him off guard. Thanks to you, she knew the client would come that afternoon to sign Luthor Corp's final security agreement. With access to the cameras and audio, she could prove it was all a front for selling data to Hydra, and she was there to serve justice. Surely, you shouldn't hate her. Fury would be pleased too, of course. It would be good for her reputation.

Obviously, the gorgeous woman sitting across from her, with Star Wars boots contrasting perfectly with a form-fitting jumpsuit, wasn't the only reason to celebrate the likely success of the plan. You noticed her scrutiny and smiled at the woman who had stolen your heart and left you marked from the previous night, requiring almost a ton of makeup on your neck.

Ten minutes late, Luke arrives dressed in a luxurious black suit and makes his way over to hug you gently, conveying a mix of excitement and unease you had never seen in him before. "Newton, you look stunning, but I'm afraid you won't be joining the meeting today. And since we have a free schedule tomorrow, you're free to enjoy the rest of the day with Nat."

You furrow your brow and look at him, surprised. "Really? Luke, this is unexpected. I've prepared for this meeting."

He smiled, a melancholic gesture that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I know, but it's our last night here. I want you two to have a good time, really soak in what the city has to offer."

Natasha felt a slight discomfort, her trained agent instincts alerting her to the sudden change in plans. "Luke, are you sure? It doesn't sound good for the clients not to follow through with the…"

Luke cut her off with a serious look. "I know, Nat. But I trust you both to enjoy the city on my behalf. Trust me on this."

Natasha smiled and glanced at you, pondering for a moment. Some time alone, carefree, was a rare thing. "Alright. A night to unwind wouldn't be bad. Let's find something to do and a nice place to dinner. Thank you, Luke."

Luke nodded, hiding his concerns beneath a mask of determination. "You deserve this night. Enjoy it." He shook Natasha's hand for the first time. “Take care of her,” she nods , finding everything very suspicious.

Luke turned to you, holding your face. “You're brilliant, Newton, and the best friend I've ever had. Never forget that.”

You don't notice, but Luke holds you a little tighter.

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The city pulsed with life as Natasha took you to explore lively bars and clubs in the area. The atmosphere of the business trip now felt distant, replaced by the excitement of a promising night

. Natasha chose a bustling bar where the sound of live music filled the space. She led you to a strategic spot near the dance floor, where the vibrant rhythm seemed inviting.

"Shall we dance a bit?" Natasha suggested, with a playful smile on her lips.

Dancing wasn’t exactly your thing, but you liked pleasing Natasha. "Sure, for you, Natasha."

You join the crowd moving to the rhythm of the music. Natasha completely let loose, dancing gracefully and energetically, attracting curious looks and occasional admirers.

She becomes the center of the party within minutes.

You, being a bit more reserved, let yourself be carried away by the engaging rhythm, following Natasha's steps with concentrated effort. Natasha, noticing your hesitation, smiles and adjusts her rhythm to something more accessible.

Between songs, Natasha leads you to a quieter corner of the bar where you can talk without shouting over the loud music.

"You did really well on the dance floor," Natasha praised, a sparkle of admiration in her eyes.

You laugh, feeling a bit more at ease. "Thanks, but I definitely need more practice, I still haven't learned…"

She cuts you off with a kiss because your Nat has this habit of interrupting you before you can say something negative about yourself.

Nat tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, studying you with curiosity. "Are you having fun?"

Nodding with a genuine smile, you kiss her and whisper, "Yes, I am. Thank you for bringing me here, Nat.”

And your lips meet as your bodies sway to the music.

You decide to end the night at a restaurant near the hotel, which Luke had recommended that morning. After dinner and two bottles of wine, you leave the restaurant together and notice the rain falling softly, painting the pavement with silvery reflections.

Natasha, noticing that you were starting to shiver slightly, took off her coat and placed it on your shoulders with a gentle smile.

"I don't want you catching a cold," the redhead said tenderly, adjusting the coat around you and placing her hands in her pockets.

A bit more relaxed after the wine, you laughed and agreed, feeling cozy under Natasha's coat. You hugged her tighter, savoring the scent of the woman you love.

As you walked back to the hotel, both of your phones vibrated simultaneously. You stopped and pulled out your phone, noticing an email from Luke. Opening it, you were confused and slightly disturbed by his words: an apology for getting you involved with Natasha because of him, and an attachment. You looked up and saw Natasha's eyes gleaming at her phone.

Something didn’t feel right, and it was as if the alcohol evaporated from your body at exactly 1:58 AM.

The rain began to fall harder, forming a translucent veil around you both. Natasha looked at you with a soft, sincere expression. She seemed incredibly happy. You didn’t understand. In an impulse, Natasha gently cupped your face in her hands and kissed you deeply and softly. The rain fell around you while the moment seemed to freeze in time.

You placed your hands on Natasha's shoulders, gently caressing for a minute as you gave in to the moment, still dazed. Natasha broke the kiss for a moment, smiling tenderly as she looked into Newton's eyes.

"I love you, Newton," Natasha whispered, letting the words float between you in the night rain. You told her you loved her too, and she hugged you, her heartbeat loud in your ears. The email could be opened later; all you wanted now was the eternal company of your Nat.

The moment of intimacy was abruptly interrupted by the screeching sound of tires skidding and metal crashing violently against a nearby pole. A car, speeding, veered towards you, swerving at the last second and skidding across the wet pavement before colliding violently.

Dazed by the shock and the deafening noise, you saw the car shatter against the pole.

A familiar car.

Instinctively, you moved towards the accident site, your heart pounding wildly. Then, a scream of horror escaped your lips.

Natasha, driven by Newton's scream, ran to her, her own feelings of shock and fear mirrored on her face. She knelt beside Newton, her eyes widening at the terrible scene before them. The sight of Luke's and a Hydra spy's lifeless bodies in the twisted wreckage terrified her, and Natasha didn’t know what to do other than hold you tighter.

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Part 3 Let me know what you think :)

[corralinesage]

Learning you by heart (10/?)

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate on the 24th!! I hope you have a lovely day <333

Chapter 10: Butterflies

Your cab pulled up at Natasha’s apartment building. It was Christmas Eve. Your stomach was filled with excited butterflies, your abdomen churning with glee. It was still sunny outside, the golden rays making the snow glisten on the streets. The weather was beautiful, serene. Manhattan seemed to have fallen under a wave of tranquility despite the crowds of people on the streets. It was difficult to describe the atmosphere. It felt lighter, comforting, and overall more welcoming, which you had never noticed before during all your years of living in New York. You fiddled with your diamond earring as you waited for Natasha to exit her apartment building, recalling your first time in her home, recalling the way she had touched you, kissed you, carried you to bed. It had only been a few nights ago. You felt your lips tug up into a smile as you went over the night in your head, the entire day. You couldn’t wait to see her. You had put on a stunning dress that suited the occasion but left you shivering at the back of the cab. You were thrilled to see what Natasha had found herself to wear. You had never seen her in formal attire and you could imagine just how delicious she would look in a form-fitting dress or even a suit. You would not discriminate when it came to Natasha’s clothing. The woman had style.

You noticed the building door open in your peripheral vision, your heart jumping in excitement as if perking up at Natasha’s presence. You couldn’t hold back your smile as you watched her saunter to the cab in high heels, her brown wool coat flowing beautifully on either side of her body, framing her slim frame that was donning a dark brown bodycon dress. You could see just how well it hugged her curves when the wind blew the coat to the side a bit to give you a glimpse of the gorgeous fabric cinched around her waist in a beautifully pleated pattern. Her shoulder-length hair was in tighter, styled curls than what she normally wore, the shiny hair glowing in the sun. She gave you a bright smile through the cab window before you reached for the door and opened it for her, letting her in.

“Hi, dorogaya (darling).” You were welcomed by a strong waft of perfume that enveloped you in its embrace before Natasha could even hug you. She smelled divine. She smelled so delicious that you felt a visceral reaction to it somewhere deep down.

“Hi, love”, you whispered, your breath stolen by her stunning appearance. You leaned into her embrace when she had tugged the door closed and the cab driver was on the move again, pressing your face into her neck, her hand caressing the back of your head carefully to avoid messing up your styled hair. You pulled back to see her face, your grin wide and genuine as your gaze slid down her front without a hint of shame. Her dress had a gorgeous neckline, one that mimicked the style of a corset. You could see the subtle boning of the dress that pushed her breasts up slightly, the shoulder straps of the dress disappearing beneath her coat. “Wow, you look amazing.” You spoke quietly, like you were sharing a secret, somehow always wrapped up in your own world with her. Natasha smirked, her hand brushing back some of your hair to see your diamond earrings. She touched them very delicately, admiring the details before her hand slid down your jaw to the underside of your chin, giving it the gentlest nudge as if to say that you were adorable, your smile turning a bit coyer.

“Thank you, detka (baby), but...” She shook her head as if in disbelief, letting out a small hum that was just a little shy from a chuckle. “You’re breathtaking.” You forced yourself not to giggle like a schoolgirl, containing your excitement and offering her a wider smile.

“Thank you.” Your eyes found her lips and before you knew it, she leaned in and erased the gap between you. Natasha could feel herself blush, her cheeks growing warm from that tiny, chaste kiss that you shared at the back of a cab. You pulled away from her, your eyes lingering on her face as she buckled herself in for the ride. Without the warmth of her body and the kiss, you were once more able to pay attention to how cold you were, a shiver reminding you that you were only wearing a sheer pair of tights with your outfit. Your coat was on the thinner side as well and definitely not made for the winter cold. Natasha turned to look at you, her hand sliding over your thigh.

“Are you cold?” You almost shrugged her question off, but when she started gently rubbing your inner thigh, right above your knee to warm you up a bit, you nodded your head, hoping she was going to keep her touch there. It worked. She pulled you just a little closer to her so that your leg was touching her own, her hand remaining on your thigh, rubbing the skin there absentmindedly as the city scenery passed you by, the driver playing Christmas music quietly in the background. Your body heated up from inside out, your lower abdomen fluttering with arousal every time she moved her gorgeous hand and put pressure on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. You brought your hands to hers, silently admiring her undeniably beautiful hand, its blue-green veins, and the slight blush over her knuckles. Her short nails were manicured, the skin you were touching feeling silky-smooth, almost velvety. It was very clear that she took care of herself, something that would never fail to impress you. She didn’t say anything, just allowed you to play with her hand as she continued to stroke your thigh for the rest of the ride.

You arrived at the party shortly after it had begun. The sun was just about to set outside, creating a gorgeous orange and golden glow everywhere. You entered the opera house lobby, greeted by cloakroom services and a busboy with a tray of champagne glasses. You and Natasha both thanked him before taking your respective flutes from him. Without the coats and scarves, you were able to take a better look at Natasha’s dress, your eyes trailing down her backside when she was in front of you. The fabric was a rich dark brown that was similar to the shade of her wool coat, but what made it special was the pattern of the fabric. There was a thin mesh layer on top of the dark brown fabric that formed the dress, the gorgeous flower design that decorated the dress made out of velvet patches embedded into the mesh. You felt the urge to stroke your fingers over the flowers to see if they really felt as good as you knew velvet to feel, admiring the way light reflected from the warm, rich brown on the velvet flowers. Your very elaborate analysis of the dress was interrupted by movement, Natasha’s hand reaching back to hold your own. It brought a smile to your face, her hand pulling you to her side as you walked farther into the event that was already filled with people.

Natasha’s eyes were as vigilant as ever, scanning the crowd around her as you greeted a ridiculous amount of people who you knew through work. There were actors, singers, musicians, directors, even politicians present, the rather prestigious crowd piquing Natasha’s interests. You were catching up briefly with a colleague you had met during the production of some smaller scale opera you had participated in a few years ago when Natasha heard it. The laugh was unmistakably familiar, someone she knew. Her head whipped around to find the source of it.

“Don’t take a glass of champagne. I’m supposed to be responsible for the underaged. And if you do… don’t tell me.” Natasha couldn’t believe her eyes, losing control of her composure at the sight of him, at the sound of his witty and sarcastic tone. She had merely messaged him, not seen him. All she had done was send him a request for some time off work.

“Romanoff!” Natasha’s heart sank, Tony Stark striding her way with his signature grin on his face after ushering who Natasha was pretty positive to be Peter Parker and MJ Watson away. “What a lovely surprise.” Natasha smiled, struggling to even speak. It felt so surreal to see him there, to have him interact with her, yet not know that she wasn’t the same, she wasn’t her variant, and they didn’t actually know each other. “How’s your holiday going?” She let go of your hand, allowing you to get absorbed by the conversation you were having.

“It’s going- going great”, she replied, feeling a bit flustered.

“Is Christian here?” Natasha had no idea who he even was.

“Um, no, no I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?” He gave you a look, taking a sip of his drink. “Trouble in paradise?” Shit. Christian was her partner. Natasha felt herself almost start to panic before she managed to calm herself down. She had a concerning amount of her variant’s business to deal with. If she wanted to keep her new life, she had to make sure she was on top of the baggage that her variant had left behind. She would have to ensure that she implemented any of the changes that were necessary for her new life.

“Yeah. It’s… He’s not the one for me, I’m afraid.” She shrugged her shoulders, Tony nodding in understanding. “I’m not entirely too fond of the male species.” Natasha glanced at you, Tony’s gaze following. He was a bright man, their gazes lingering for a moment as he put together the small smile on her face and the hand holding he had witnessed before his arrival.

“Ah, I always felt like you had a bit of kink to you.” Natasha sighed in disappointment, making Tony laugh. “I’m sorry to hear it didn’t work out. But hey… women.” He shrugged, giving her a look of understanding as if thrilled to share the object of both of their attractions. “And if you ever need to check in with men, you know where to find me.” He winked at her, Natasha’s eyes rolling back in annoyance.

“In your dreams, Stark.” As infuriating as he was, Natasha felt a bubbling warmth in her chest, comforted by his familiar face and presence as well as his acceptance. “I think from now on I’m taking a different route with dating.” Her eyes shifted to you on their own again, admiring the gorgeous dress you were wearing that made you practically glow, Tony squinting his eyes, but he didn’t quite yet jump into conclusions. “So, how’s work?” Natasha inquired casually, wishing to know more about him and his business, since it was rather essential for her to be up to date.

“Oh, you know, the business is flourishing. I got myself an intern. Remember him? Parker.” Natasha nodded her head. “I brought him here to get a taste of the more fun side of the job. He came with his girlfriend MJ.” He rolled his eyes. “Kids.” He shook his head as if fed up with them, but Natasha recognized the small, fond smile that wouldn’t quite leave his lips.

“He’s a smart kid. He knows how to behave”, she assured him, chuckling softly.

“Smart he is. A little fussy too.” He looked around the lobby, gesturing somewhere behind him. Natasha’s gaze followed his pointing finger only to be met with more unexpected and familiar faces. “I’m talking business with Banner and Rhody over there. Pepper is roaming around, if you want company”, he offered kindly, clearly looking to move onward from their small interaction. She nodded her head in acknowledgment.

“I think I’m good here”, she hummed, failing to hide her smile when you moved away from the few people you had been talking to, blindly searching for Natasha’s hand as you backed away from your friends who bid you goodbye before going to get drinks from the bar. She grasped your hand, gently pulling you to her as you took a sip of your champagne.

“Hi”, you hummed in the enamored tone you always had with Natasha, your attention soon shifting to the company she kept. “Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You offered your hand to Tony, smiling brightly, hoping to make an impression on whoever was in Natasha’s social circles.

“Oh, I know you. I saw you perform last week. You were phenomenal. You sure got a pair of lungs on you.” He had his stupid, impish grin on his face. “Bet it comes in handy.” Natasha acquired a disgusted frown onto her face from the subtle and poor innuendo, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Alright. Don’t mind him, he’s an asshole”, Natasha groaned to you, physically shoving him away as a cue for him to get back to his business matters. “Go find Pepper.” He merely laughed, pleased that he could tease her, knowing exactly how much his advances were not appreciated. “Man-whore”, she muttered to herself as he walked away, laughing like the idiot that he was. You turned to look at Natasha with a small grin, not really minding his inappropriate behavior when it was rather clear to you that he was teasing Natasha instead of you.

“Stark?” You raised your brows as if to ask her to fill you in on their interactions. He was relevant enough for you to recognize his face and after learning about Natasha’s occupation it was even easier to put two and two together.

“Yeah. He likes doing fundraisers and hitting on everything that moves.” You laughed at the evident annoyance on Natasha’s face.

“He seems the type.” You thought about it for a moment before speaking again, unwilling to fully admit to yourself that you felt a spark of jealousy in the pit of your stomach. “He hit on you?”

“Every chance he gets.” The grip of your hand that was holding hers tightened almost imperceptibly, but Natasha noticed, a smile finding her face, butterflies stirring awake inside her. Your gaze lingered on the bodice of her dress before rising up to her lips, an urge to slip away from the party finding the back of your mind.

You moved to the bar of the party, finding an array of appetizers and drinks for you to indulge on. You gathered some treats on a plate for you to share before grabbing some holiday themed cocktails for yourselves, finding a round, bar table for you to hang around. You ended up being quite an attraction at the party, many people coming up to you to congratulate you on your performance and compliment your voice. You had a lot of acquaintances who wished to greet you and bid you merry Christmas before disappearing back into the crowd. Natasha saw many familiar faces from the cast, many of the members rather close to you considering all the time you had spent on crafting the production. But there were also surprising faces that approached your table, people who Natasha knew, but who didn’t know her.

“Sam Wilson.” He offered his hand to Natasha to shake after hugging you tightly. She had hardly recognized him by appearance. He had a fluffy afro that gave him a rather boyish look that really suited his youthful features. His style was different, but his personality seemed somewhat similar to what she had always known. He was accompanied by a woman, who Natasha had a feeling she had at least heard of back in her own reality.

“Sam is in charge of the lights and Kate is in costume design”, you explained to her, pleased that Natasha was so welcoming when it came to your friends. You chatted for a while with the pair of them, Natasha’s interests piqued by having the privilege of analyzing the dynamics that you had with others. It was a way for her to see another side of you and get to know you even better.

“Maria Hill. It’s nice to meet you”, Maria gave Natasha a polite nod, waving you both goodbye after having briefly greeted you. Natasha turned to you expectantly, hoping to know more about Maria who had nearly caused her to swallow her crab cake down the wrong pipe.

“She’s in The Magic Flute. She’s one of the Three Ladies”, you explained to her. “We met for the first time in Julliard in vocal training, but we became friends later on after running into each other enough times here.” You chuckled in mild amusement. “We’re not that close, but we get along.” Natasha nodded in understanding. “She’s also friends with another woman we know from Julliard. She’s the second one of the Three Ladies. Carol Danvers.” Natasha bit the inside of her cheek to hide her surprise. It was truly shocking to see that many of the people she had once known were still somehow connected, somehow linked to one another in the most bizarre ways imaginable.

“Wonderful performance yesterday.” A tall man with a long face and a goatee approached you, pulling you into his embrace. It was shocking to see you know the people Natasha also knew, a large fraction of her energy going into processing all the familiar, yet unfamiliar faces.

“Steven”, you gasped, sounding elated to see him, pulling back to take a look at his face. You turned to Natasha automatically to include her in the interaction, giving them both the chance to introduce themselves. “This is Natasha Romanoff. Steven Strange.” He was accompanied by his wife, Christine Palmer.

Natasha almost didn’t want to shake his hand, worried that he would know something, that he could tell she didn’t belong. Who was to say he hadn’t kept a fraction of his powers in this reality, kind of like how Wanda had? At the very least, it was possible that he had maintained a certain kind of sensitivity for the spiritual.

“Nice to meet you. What do you do here?” Natasha decided to act normal, simply be polite and hope for the best. She shook hands with Christine as well.

“Likewise. I play Sherlock Holmes in the musical”, he answered with a curt nod. He was concealed, very proper. He turned to you again. “Coulson and Fury were looking for you. They wanted to discuss an upcoming project for next year.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened with excitement.

“Yes. Fury is directing a new adaptation of Le Nozze di Figaro. Coulson is going to produce it, for as of now, at least”, he explained, glancing at his wife. “It was nice seeing you. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.” He nodded to both you and Natasha before he was off.

“Oh, my god.” You turned to Natasha with your eyes shining in excitement. “What do you think they want from me?” She smiled at you, her hand caressing your arm over the fabric of your long sleeve that you wore to keep yourself warm.

“Your voice, baby”, she whispered quietly, smiling brightly. She was so proud of you, so incredibly impressed by your craft and your skill, so much so that she could almost ignore the fact that Fury was an opera director and Coulson a producer; what a reality to live in.

“I’m so sorry, I hope you don’t feel like you’re third wheeling here.” You felt bad for having so many acquaintances and friends around you especially when Natasha was so unfamiliar with the entire scene, but she immediately shook her head to alleviate your worries.

“Oh, I don’t mind it in the slightest, milaya (honey). I’m rather intrigued. You’ve got a very fascinating work environment”, she assured you, pulling you just a little bit closer, her eyes admiring the front of your dress that had a low neckline and the kind of delicate fabric that in all honesty made Natasha want to bite you through your dress.

After hunting down Fury and Coulson and discussing the upcoming year with them you were practically buzzing, and not only from the small amount of alcohol you had had, but also your future, Natasha, the atmosphere. Your life was the best it had ever been, your career, your friends, your love life, all of it amplified by Natasha’s thrilling presence. The feeling was impossible to ignore when it was so all-consuming. You couldn’t stay away from her, wishing to share the joy that coursed through you, the joy that was moving rapidly down south between your legs. Your eyes dipped down to her lips. You were at a corner of the lobby that had less people around. You had finally escaped all your friends and coworkers, something you both seemed to appreciate. Natasha was holding your arm, stroking the inside of your forearm in long, tantalizing strokes that truly should not have sent your mind into the gutter, but they did so, nonetheless.

She was looking at you with those gorgeous eyes of hers, that softened gaze melting your insides. You were so close to one another, faces mere inches apart, your heart hacking expectantly in your chest, butterflies swarming around the organ. Kissing was allowed in public. It was socially acceptable to kiss your woman in public. Your eyes dipped to her mouth again, her lips seeming to be stuck in a slight smile that she couldn’t shake off whenever she was near you. Just one kiss. You glanced up at her eyes, completely enamored by her, leaning in to connect your lips. Her mouth was warm and soft, so incredibly inviting as her lips moved slightly, enough to simply give you a peck, but then you felt her sweet breath tickle your chin, your heart lurching in your chest. You felt a rapid flutter between your legs, her hand that moved to your waist threatening to make your knees buckle. Her touch was gentle, simple, yet it made you so hungry, so unbelievably hungry for more. You kissed her again. Fuck. Fuck, you fucked up.

“I need you”, you whispered hastily against her lips, gripping her arm almost desperately. Natasha felt the heat rise to her cheeks in an instant. She pulled away from you enough to see your face, the lust in your eyes making her heart race. She knew that face. She knew it better than any other face, and she knew exactly what it entailed. She bit her lip hard, taking a step back to control herself.

“I know a place.” She smirked mischievously, grabbing your hand to pull you with her. You snuck away from the lobby, finding yourselves in the hallways of the opera house, music rooms upon music rooms lined up along the corridor. You both aimed for the one you had been in a few days before, the one you always used for warmups and practice. You yanked the door open, slipping inside with Natasha in tow, your rushed steps the only sound in the room as she slammed the door shut behind you, wasting no time in pushing you up against it, her lips capturing yours in a feverish kiss. You sank against the door behind you, her body pinning you down, her hand finding your hair and the back of your head to cushion you. The kiss was almost numbing with its intensity, your hands finding her waist to grip, moving down to her buttocks to pull her closer to your hips. The pressure was enough to make you throb, your body longing for more of it, for more direct contact that wasn’t dulled down by your dresses.

Your movements were rushed, driven by a frenzy of arousal, one that was difficult to contain and impossible to ignore. You parted your lips wider for her, allowing her tongue better access to your mouth, the feel of the wet muscle stroking you making your knees weak with desire. You felt like melting, like you were going to sink to the floor and through the floor tiles from how good it felt, but Natasha’s body, her strong, firm, feminine body was holding you up. Your moan was muffled by Natasha’s lips and a moan of her own when you moved your hands up the sides of her dress, fingertips skimming over the boning closest to her sides before bringing your hands up over her armpits, stroking her sculpted shoulders. For a moment Natasha lost her composure, gasping into your mouth when your hands went over the sensitive area of her armpits as if she would have been ticklish, the contact with her bare skin forcing her to take a breath before going back in to kiss you.

Natasha was dizzy with want. She felt like she was struggling to function properly with how much she was feeling. Her entire body was on fire, burning in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long while. It was a different kind of burn. It was stronger. It was new and exciting because it was you, but it also wasn’t. There were things she didn’t know about you, things that were enough to cause her nervous butterflies. There was so much at stake with you. It was thrilling, nerve racking, exciting. She wanted to impress you, she wanted you to like her, to love her. She wanted to please you, show you a good time whether it was physically or emotionally. She wanted you in every sense of the word, beyond desperate to fulfill any needs you might have had. Kissing you was difficult for Natasha to describe. It was familiar, but it wasn’t quite the same. She recognized many of the little things you did like the small pecks you gave her in between the longer kisses, and the way your hands often remained gentle despite the raw hunger of your mouth. She also noted some less familiar habits you had like nipping on her lip every now and then or taking briefly control over her by pushing back against her tongue.

You felt Natasha lean slightly away from you, lips still connected, a firm pressure moving between your legs as she slid her knee between your thighs, offering hers for you to grind down on. You gasped at the sensation, breaking off from the kiss, your skin erupting with goosebumps as pleasure rippled through you. She felt warmth glide down her spine at the sound, applying more pressure with her thigh, her lips moving down to your neck in hasty, wet kisses, her left hand trailing down to your hip, giving it a firm squeeze. You gathered yourself enough to be able to look at her face, immediately met with Natasha’s dilated pupils that you could barely make out in the dimness of the room, the only light source coming from the star on the window. You observed her features as you slid your hands down to her hips, your fingertips skimming over the tops of her glutes, but not quite yet going farther. Natasha smirked, unable to contain her reaction to your touch, her mouth dropping back down to your bared neck.

The hand that was on your hip tugged you down against her thigh harder than you had dared to go yourself, the feel of it far too good paired with the way she gripped your hip. To your dismay, she moved her thigh away from your body, her hand descending slowly over your lower abdomen and between your legs to be able to put some more direct pressure on you. She sucked gently on your neck, mindful of leaving any marks, the warmth of her mouth making your head feel weightless. Her fingertips curled up against your core through the fabric of your dress, pressing down hard enough for an involuntary moan to slip from you. The deep and unrestrained sound brought goosebumps to Natasha’s skin, your hand flying over your mouth to keep in any other stray moans that wanted to escape your throat. She pulled back with a cocky smile on her lips, her fingertips rubbing you carefully through your clothing.

“Now, that’s the kind of vocal warmups I like.” She seemed incredibly pleased with herself, making you grin in return.

“Shut up”, you groaned in a playful manner, hiding your giggle into her hair alongside your blush. She smelled so good that you had to linger in her embrace for a moment longer to breathe in the heady combination of spices, floral notes, and fruit. You pulled her closer with your hands, sliding them lower over the curve of her buttocks again, your core aching against Natasha’s hand. You noticed her subtly bite her lip when your dominant hand reached lower to properly feel her up. She couldn’t resist the urge to kiss you, wasting no time in connecting your lips again in a kiss that made you seek more from the hand between your legs. When the feeling got far too prominent to be ignored, you pulled away, panting heavily into the small gap between you and Natasha.

“I wanna go home”, you hummed quietly, your hand coming up to her face to caress her chin. You admired her sharp jaw, her round lips that were plumpened by your kisses, the skin pink and irritated. She looked irresistible. “I wanna experience the ideal Christmas you described.” You wanted nothing more than to go home and spend the night with her. You wanted to truly take your time with her, relax in her presence instead of having rushed and messy intercourse at the opera house. She was worth far more. “Wanda’s gone for the evening.”

“Say less, malyshka (baby)”, she mumbled in an amused tone, chuckling softly as she leaned in to peck your lips.

You snuck out of the party rushing through the glass doors and into a subtle snowfall that made you think of a parallel from nearly a month ago. You shrugged on your coats rather hastily, your hand reaching for Natasha’s once the clothing was somehow hanging on your shoulders, your other hand clutching your scarf and coat to your chest to stave off the cold. You both rushed to the closest taxi you spotted on the street where you had nearly gotten run over. Despite the traumatic quality to that specific event, you felt a strong sense of gratitude wash over as you glanced at the spot on the ground you had landed on after Natasha had shoved you out of the car’s way. What a blessing in disguise.

[witchywithwhiskey]

this time of year

pairing: friend!steve rogers x female reader

summary: you've kept your feelings for your friend, steve rogers, quiet for years—but when you're at the holiday market with your whole group of friends, some things come to light, and you don't think you can keep pretending you don't desperately want him anymore.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), fluff, light angst, smut, oral sex (m and f receiving), piv sex, protection, fingering (f receiving), nipple play, multiple orgasms, kissing, making out, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (sunshine), aftercare, happily ever after—this is probably the most vanilla sex i've written in a while but it's still porn with feelings.

word count: 11.9k

a/n: my first entry for @the-slumberparty's december daze challenge, and it's technically still december 1 where i live (just barely)!!! i used the prompt "Can I put my cold hands up your sweater for warmth?" and had an idea i really liked and just ran with it! i promise most of my december fics won't be 10k+ words—mainly because i don't think i'd survive it 😅 but i hope y'all enjoy this soft and sweet and smutty start to december!! ♡

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Teasing tingles of chill danced across your skin as the crisp December wind brushed against your cheeks, making you huddle deeper into the warmth of your winter coat. You pushed your hands deeper into your pockets, but it didn’t do much. You’d forgotten your mittens, and your fingers felt nearly frozen. 

It didn’t help that you and your friends had been meandering through one of the city’s holiday market for more than a few hours, the cold of the evening sinking deep into your bones. Unfortunately, there were only so many cups of hot chocolate one person could consume before they made themselves sick, and you’d reached that limit. 

Still, you were having fun—too much fun to complain about the cold or to try to beg off early. That was why you smiled as you watched your best friend, Yelena Belova, duck into one of the market stalls, her green eyes going wide as they raked over the vendor’s display of knives.

You trailed a little slowly behind the rest of your friends—Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers—beneath the pop-up tent, distracted by the chill in your fingers as you rubbed them against your body through the material of your coat, trying to get them warm.

The wintry wind cut through the market again and, despite the trembling of your body, you smiled as you breathed in the scent of it. Beneath the pine smell from the evergreen trees being sold at the big tent near the entrance and the swirling richness of buttery baked goods, there was a fresh scent that made you turn your face upward.

Gray clouds were rolling in overhead, blotting out the deep navy of the evening sky, and you knew, deep in your bones, that it was going to snow. A smile curled the edges of your lips and you let your eyes fall closed as you breathed in that fresh scent of oncoming snow. 

You loved this time of year because you loved the snow. 

Everything about it conjured up memories of sitting by a crackling fire, wrapped in a cozy blanket, watching the beautiful flakes fall from the sky and dust everything in a perfect wintry cloak. You could spend hours sitting by a window, watching the snow come down, and you were suddenly looking forward to doing just that once you got home that evening. 

When you finally opened your eyes and turned away from the sky, you found Steve lingering in the entrance of the tent where your friends were browsing, an intensity in his gaze as he looked at you. He didn’t look away when you caught him staring, simply held your gaze, letting you see the heat swirling in the depths of his bright blue eyes.

That heat had begun appearing in Steve’s eyes more and more when he looked at you, and you knew it had started after a certain night at the bar your friends frequented a few weeks prior. But you’d been determinedly ignoring that look in Steve’s eyes ever since that night—just like you’d been ignoring what exactly had happened between the two of you. 

As fast as the memory of that night sprang to mind, you shoved it aside, reminding yourself that there was no use in dredging it up. What you and Steve had done that night had the potential to ruin all of your relationships, and no matter how much you might’ve wanted reenact the night at the bar, your friend group was too important to you to risk it.

Even after years of knowing them, you still felt like your addition to the group was precarious because you’d joined so much later. Steve, Bucky, Nat and Yelena had all known each other since they were teenagers, and you’d only met them in your early twenties. You’d sat near Yelena at your first job after college, and it had been best friends at first sight—or, at first snarky comment, anyway. 

She’d adopted you as her best friend and introduced you to the others since you were new to the city and didn’t know anyone. You’d liked Steve from the moment you met him, but you’d kept a tight lid on your crush since you were more concerned about fitting into the group as seamlessly as possible, and you figured following your feelings would unnecessarily rock the boat. 

Still, despite your intention of taking your crush on Steve to your grave, you couldn’t ignore the way he’d grown into himself as you all had gotten older. 

Gone was the boy-next-door blond hair and clean-shaven face of the man you’d first met. Steve’s hair had darkened and he’d recently let it grow long enough that it was beginning to curl at the nape of his neck. He’d also grown out his beard, keeping it thick but neatly trimmed.

Steve had also, somewhere along the way, learned how to dress his tall form—and do it well. 

That night at the holiday market, he’d worn light gray slacks, a dark charcoal sweater that you desperately wanted to rub your cheek against to see if it was as soft as it looked, and a black wool overcoat. It was an outfit that had you nearly drooling when you’d met up with your friends, unable to tear your eyes away from how Steve’s broad shoulders and trim waist filled out the clothes.

Despite the chill of the evening, Steve hadn’t seemed the least bit cold, and you’d caught yourself thinking more than once how warm it would feel to be wrapped up in his strong arms. Your fingers would never have gotten so miserably frozen if you’d snuck them beneath Steve’s coat or in his pockets…

With a start, you realized you’d been staring back at Steve for a long, lingering moment, and heat bloomed in your cheeks. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea—though, at that moment, you were struggling to figure out what exactly the wrong idea was—so you ducked your head and pretended like you were bundling deeper into your coat as you made to move past him into the tent.

“Are you alright, sunshine?” Steve asked as you passed him, his hand landing gently on your arm. Even through your coat, you could feel the warmth of his touch; it made you pause and glance up at him.

You realized your mistake immediately. You were too close to Steve—far too close. So close you could smell the rich, masculine scent of his cologne and feel the heat radiating off his body. It made you want to bury your face in his neck and inhale deeply, to wrap yourself up in his warmth until your bones didn’t even remember what the cold felt like.

“I-I’m ok,” you said in a shaky voice, more rattled by Steve’s closeness than the December wind cutting through the city, and you dropped your gaze to the gold pendant around his neck. 

It glinted in the soft light of the market stall, and you remembered it had been a gift from his Irish Catholic mother. You used the memory of Steve telling you about the pendant to ground yourself and your voice came out stronger. 

“Just cold.”

“D’you want some more hot chocolate?” Steve asked, and there was a hopeful note in his tone, like he was offering to get it for you, but you were quick to shake your head.

“Any more and I think my body will be more hot chocolate than water,” you joked, trying to ignore the emotions swirling in your chest like snowflakes on a wintry gale.

When Steve chuckled, you couldn’t help but look back up at him, finding his blue eyes sparkling as he gazed down at you, affection clear in the lines of his face. 

Slowly, his smile eased into something else—something heavier, an expression that was almost yearning. It made the fluttering flakes in your chest swirl more frenziedly while a warmth bloomed somewhere lower, throbbing more to life the longer Steve looked at you with those darkened blue eyes. His expression spoke of things you’d never dare give voice to.

For another long moment, you and Steve just stared at each other, standing too close just inside the canopy of the vendor at the holiday market. A tension you refused to acknowledge crackled in the air around you.

Of their own volition, your eyes dropped to Steve’s mouth, his lower lip looking so soft and pink amid the dark brown of his beard. For what felt like the millionth time in the last few weeks, ever since that night at the bar, you imagined kissing him—how soft his mouth would be, how warm and inviting, and the feel of his rough beard rasping over your cheeks. 

“Hey Steve, c’mere!”

Natasha’s call finally broke the spell that had fallen over you and Steve, and you jumped back, only in that moment realizing how close you’d been. Close enough that when you ducked your head and turned away from him, making your way over to Yelena and Bucky, that you missed Steve’s warmth almost immediately. 

You let out a shaky breath, trying to ease the tension and whirling emotions in your chest, and slid between your friends, who were still looking at the knives on sale. Looping one arm through Yelena’s, you rested your head against Bucky’s shoulder, taking comfort in your friends’ warmth, even if it wasn’t as soothing as Steve’s had been.

“Both of you already have too many knives,” you said by way of a greeting. Your comment made both of them snort derisively, which made you smirk since it had been your intention to get a reaction out of them. 

“There’s no such thing,” Yelena scoffed, tearing her eyes away from a double-edged dagger with an engraved handle to glance sideways at you. Her gaze met yours and then slid over your shoulder.

You followed it to where Natasha and Steve’s heads were ducked together. They were standing near a display of jewelry and you figured Nat was helping Steve pick out a Christmas present for someone, though you couldn’t think of who. You frowned.

“When are you going to put him out of his misery?”

Bucky’s gruff question drew you out of your thoughts of trying to remember someone in Steve’s life who he might be buying jewelry for, and you looked at your friend. Without even seeing your reflection, you knew confusion was written plainly across your face.

“What?” you asked, a little sharper than you’d intended, but you didn’t appreciate the implication that you were making Steve miserable.

Bucky cut his eyes to you, then slid them to Yelena, giving your best friend a pointed look. You spun your head around to your other side in time to watch Yelena’s mouth flatten into a reproachful frown. 

Suddenly, you got the distinct impression that your friends were having an argument about you, though you couldn’t even begin to wonder what it could be about, except that it had something to do with Steve.

It took a moment of silent arguing before Yelena and Bucky seemed to come to an agreement. Yelena looked at you, a gentle expression on her face that made your stomach drop with anxiety—which only worsened when she put her free hand on your arm that was still looped through hers. 

However, before she could voice whatever bad news she clearly had to tell you, Bucky cut in.

“You know no one would be upset if you and Steve dated, right?” he asked bluntly, his eyes intense and searching when you turned to look at him. “We all know you like each other.”

If you’d been drinking hot chocolate at that moment, you would’ve spit it out all over Bucky and the display of pretty decorative knives. 

Thankfully, you weren’t. But you still managed to sputter and open your mouth repeatedly while you searched for the words to address the preposterousness of Bucky’s statement.

“I do not—”

Whatever weak protest you were going to utter was cut short when Yelena blurted, “We know you kissed.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, the snowflakes that had been fluttering in your chest when you’d been standing with Steve sharpened into icy daggers of unease. You whirled on your best friend. “Pardon?”

“I saw you guys at the bar that night—I went back to get my scarf…” Yelena explained quickly, having the good grace to look apologetic, both for what she’d seen and for bringing it up. “I know you’ve liked Steve for ages, even if you haven’t said anything,” she rushed on, as if she thought if she spoke fast enough, it would make it easier to hear. “I was so excited it was finally happening that I blurted it out to Nat and she told Bucky—we were just so happy for you both.”

You floundered again, your mouth opening and closing as you processed your best friend’s words. It was almost too much to take in. Not only did everyone know what had happened between you and Steve that night at the bar, but it hadn’t changed anything. You’d told yourself for years that nothing could happen between you and Steve because it would throw off the whole balance of the group, but something had happened and it hadn’t done anything. 

“I—”

Again, you were cut off, though it was seemingly Bucky’s turn, and your head swiveled back to him on your other side, feeling a bit like a broken bobblehead. 

“He’s liked you too, for what it’s worth,” Bucky said. Your face must’ve conveyed disbelief because he went on. “He’s been talking about you since Yelena first introduced you to everyone, but he didn’t know how you felt,” he said, cutting his eyes to Yelena with the barest hint of a glare, “and didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

Hearing that Steve liked you was officially too much for you to bear. The dawning realization that you could’ve been with Steve without risking your friendships with Yelena, Bucky and Nat was like a yawning, desolate chasm waiting to swallow you whole. You’d lost so much time because you were so afraid of losing them all, and it hurt—it hurt enough that it took you a moment to realize Yelena was talking again.

“We thought someone had finally made a move, but then you guys were pretending like nothing happened,” she was saying, and you turned back to her, your mind so overwhelmed that you no longer felt cold, only numb. “None of us wanted to bring it up because, y’know, I wasn’t supposed to have seen it.” She shot you an apologetic grimace before plowing on, her expression turning gentle again. “You know we’d never stop being your friends, even if something happened with you and Steve, right?”

Your heart was racing, the fear of change quickly eclipsing the fear of losing any more time with Steve. You’d been friends with Yelena, Bucky, Nat and Steve for so long that you couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if the two of you started dating—let alone what might happen if you broke up. Shaking your head, you refused to acknowledge Yelena’s assurance. Even if they’d still be friends with you, nothing would be the same. 

“Nothing happened,” you said vehemently, even as you choked on the words, the lie tasting like ash on your tongue. But you couldn’t seem to stop. “We were drunk, it meant nothing.” 

But then Bucky—blunt, too-perceptive Bucky—broke into your thoughts and pulled you up short with another simple question.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, his tone not unkind.

You opened your mouth to snap a quick answer, but the ‘yes’ died in your throat. Because of course something had happened, and of course it meant everything.

For the first time in weeks, you gave yourself permission to remember that night. 

You’d tried to forget it—forget the softness of Steve’s lips on yours, forget the heat of his tongue as it slipped into your mouth, forget the pleasant scrape of his beard against your skin and the gentle way he’d held your face as he deepened the kiss. 

Your first kiss with Steve Rogers had been glorious and messy and too short and too perfect—and it had meant everything to you.

But then you remembered what had happened after, the way you’d pulled away, even though you’d been the one to initiate the kiss in the first place, and panicked as soon as your mind had caught up with what you’d done. 

The rest of the memory was a blur, the anxiety of the moment softening the edges, but you distinctly remembered extricating yourself from Steve—which had felt a little like cutting off a limb—before telling him it was a mistake and it couldn’t happen again.

Back at the market, you buried your face in your hands, and almost sobbed at the memory. “I’ve already ruined things,” you mumbled miserably into your frozen fingers, squeezing your eyes shut to keep the tears at bay.

Bucky made a humming noise, as if he was considering your words. “Whatever happened between you two, it hasn’t changed Steve’s feelings for you,” he said, squeezing your wrist gently until you looked at him. He stared at you for a long moment, making sure you heard him. “So my question stands: When are you going to put him—and yourself—out of this misery?” 

Your friends let you sit with that question for a silent moment, then Yelena selected one of the knives, claiming it was an early Christmas present for herself and made her way over to the checkout. 

Steve was also apparently buying something, accepting a small wrapped package from the cashier that he slipped into his pocket. You were too overwhelmed by your thoughts to be curious about it anymore though.

You stood with Bucky near the entrance to the tent, waiting for your friends to finish their transactions while your mind swirled. You were grateful to your friend for leaving you alone with your thoughts, though you knew it was only because Bucky was confident he’d made his point.

And he had. Oh how he had.

Your mind and heart were a mess. You’d spent so many years telling yourself that you could never let anyone catch on about your feelings for Steve, because if they did, it would lead to the end of the friend group. But they’d all known for weeks, and nothing had changed. 

Well, nothing except apparently Bucky and Yelena had taken it upon themselves to play matchmaker. And you wouldn’t have been surprised if Natasha had been in on the ploy as well, distracting Steve purposefully so Yelena and Bucky could ambush you.

Still, you couldn’t fully silence the tiny voice of fear deep in your heart that insisted that if you and Steve got together, and things ended badly, you’d lose all your friends. 

The rest of the group had known each other for so long and it had been more than a little daunting to figure out where you fit. Adding a romantic relationship into the mix seemed like a recipe for disaster—and if it ended so badly that everyone was forced to choose sides, you couldn’t imagine them choosing yours when they’d known Steve so much longer. 

But as you watched Yelena finish paying for the knife, her words about always being your friend came back to you. She was your best friend—and you were hers. As if proving the point, she caught your eye and smiled impishly as she caught up with you, linking her arm through yours and tugging you back out into the market. 

In that moment, something settled in you. Without fully realizing it, you’d always been a little insecure in your group of friends, always worried they would kick you out at the smallest infraction. But Yelena had said it plainly—they’d always be your friends, and you owed it to them to believe her, to trust her, because that was what friendship was. 

That was what you had to do to have any kind of meaningful relationship.

As your group of friends wandered further down the row of stalls at the holiday market, you couldn’t help the way your eyes kept straying to Steve. Each time, you found him either looking at you already, or glancing your way within seconds, like he could feel your gaze. 

When you looked at him, really looked at him, you noticed a little bit of hurt in his eyes. There was only a hint of it, like he was trying to hide it from you and everyone elese, but you could see it. 

You wondered, briefly, how you’d missed it, but a part of you knew you’d been seeing it since that night at the bar. You’d just been ignoring it along with everything else swirling in his gaze. 

“When are you going to put him out of his misery?” 

You’d known you were making yourself miserable—of course you had. But the realization that you were making Steve miserable, even as he made a valiant effort to hide it, was what finally made your decision for you about what to do with everything Bucky and Yelena had told you.

No matter how scared you were that things might end badly, and you’d end up getting your heart broken and lose all your friends, you had to trust them when they said they’d always be there for you. You had to trust that Steve knew what he wanted—and that what he wanted was you.

The group came to another stop when Bucky spotted a specialty chocolate vendor and he ducked inside. Nat and Yelena followed him in—the latter giving you a meaningful look as you trailed behind before cutting her eyes to Steve. The message was clear and you nodded, giving her a playful shove that made your best friend cackle as she followed Bucky and Nat.

You stepped toward Steve where he hovered just outside the tent, and he shot you a knowing smile when he caught your eye.

“Still feeling like you’ve had enough chocolate?” he asked in a friendly tone, referencing your earlier joke. His beard twitched like he was trying to hold back a smile and it warmed your heart that he not only remembered the joke, but still found it funny.

The side of your mouth curved up in a lopsided grin, and you inched a tiny bit closer, just barely stepping into Steve’s personal space as you looked up at him.

“Yeah, I’ve had my fill,” you said, keeping your tone light. You took on a considering expression, tipping your head to the side and tapping a finger to your chin as if you were thinking. “For tonight, at least.” 

Both of you laughed, but the December wind cut through the holiday market just then, and it reminded you of how cold your fingers were, especially out in the open. You quickly shoved your hand deep into the pocket of your coat, and Steve didn’t miss the movement, drifting even closer to you.

“Do you have any gloves, sunshine?” he asked in a low, rumbly voice that had warm tingles of delight dancing down your spine, all the way to your toes. 

“No,” you said, shaking your head. Steve had moved close enough that you had to tip your head back to keep looking up at him, and you could feel the heat radiating off his larger body.

His blue eyes were sparkling in the warm, golden light of the market, and you could see the swirl of emotion in their depths that was only there when he looked at you. But there was a crease of concern between his brows, too, and you knew he was seconds away from offering to find you some gloves—or something else that would be chivalrous and perfectly friendly. 

You realized, very suddenly, that if anything was going to happen between you and Steve, anything like what had happened at the bar, you needed to make the first move. Bucky had said Steve had been worried about making you uncomfortable before that night, and you were certain it had only worsened after the kiss you’d shared. 

So, before he could say anything, you blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“Can I put my cold hands up your sweater for warmth?”

Steve’s brows lifted in surprise, and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from trying to take the words back as soon as they’d slipped out of your mouth. And you were glad you did, because as the moment stretched on, and Steve realized you were serious, his brows lowered and his blue eyes darkened with interest.

“Ya sure about that, sunshine?” he asked, his voice low enough that you knew it was meant for only you. He ducked his head slightly, so he was nearly at your eye level, and held your gaze. “I wouldn’t want you doing anything you might regret.”

The words stung a little, but you knew you deserved them, especially after you’d told Steve that kissing him had been a mistake. So you held his gaze and stepped even closer to him, until there was barely any space left between your bodies.

“I’m sure,” you said firmly, letting Steve see the honesty in your open expression. “I know what I’m doing and I—this is what I want.” You were proud of yourself for only stumbling once, and held your breath as you waited for Steve’s response.

The corners of Steve’s mouth flickered in an eager grin, but he wiped the expression away, like he was worried that if he appeared too excited, he’d scare you away. You felt a pang of regret, and it doubled your determination to show Steve that you weren’t going to panic and run away again. 

Pulling your hands from your pockets, you brushed your fingertips against Steve’s stomach in a silent reminder of your question. 

“Can I?” you asked, your voice breathless with anticipation. 

“Yeah,” he rasped, his eyes molten with heat as he stared down at you. “Go ‘head, sunshine.”

You were cold enough that you didn’t waste any more time, slipping your fingers beneath the hem of Steve’s soft sweater and pressing your frigid fingertips to the warm, smooth skin you found. 

“Fuck, your fingers are freezing,” Steve rumbled, the muscles of his abs contracting beneath your touch like they were trying flee. But before you could apologize and pull away, Steve’s hands flattened over yours outside his sweater, pressing your palms against the hard-packed plane of his abs. “Good thing ya got me to keep you warm, sunshine,” he teased, his voice so full of charm that you melted into him. 

“Yeah, good thing,” you echoed in a whisper, the edges of your mouth curling up into a pleased smile. You shimmied closer to Steve, watching the way his blue eyes sparkled with affection as he held your gaze captive.

He wrapped you up against him, holding you in the loose cage of his warms while your fingertips stroked idly against his smooth skin. You wanted to let them wander further beneath his sweater and explore the wonders of Steve’s bare chest, but you managed to keep the urge in check since you were in public—though it was a near thing.

“You know what I like to do most in the winter?” you asked Steve, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two of you. The sounds of the market all around you were a distant soundtrack.

“What?” he asked indulgently, squeezing you slightly in his arms.

“Curl up in bed and snuggle on a snowy day,” you said with a sly smile. And then, as if a thought had just occurred to you, you tilted your head to the side. “Hey, is your bed comfy? Do you have a lot of nice warm blankets and good pillows?”

A grin pulled across Steve’s face even though he was fighting it, trying to look like he was taking your questions under serious consideration.

“Y’know, I think it’s very comfy,” he said, giving you a knowing look. He’d obviously picked up on the not-so-subtle cue that you might want him to take you back to his place, and you appreciated that he was sticking to the bit. “But it sounds like you’re an expert, so I think you should come over and be the judge of that.”

An answering grin curved your mouth and you murmured, “I’d like that.” 

Then, before you could let your fear get the best of you again, you pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes, your lips brushing against Steve’s beard as you moved to whisper in his ear. 

You shivered at the physical reminder of the coarse hair rasping deliciously against your cheeks when he’d kissed you and it took a moment to remember what you’d been about to say. When you did, you couldn’t hold in your smirk.

“Did I mention I do my best snuggling naked?” 

“Sunshine.”

The nickname was uttered in a gruff, rumbling rasp, like the sound of a plow on snowy streets. It was so deep and delicious, your toes curled in delight and your mouth pulled into a full-blown grin. 

You barely had time to pull away before Steve was wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and towing you in for a kiss.

Steve’s mouth was wonderfully soft and exquisitely warm and achingly familiar against yours. He wasted no time licking along the seam of your lips, seeking entrance that you happily gave him. 

Your fingers curled around Steve’s sides beneath his sweater, digging greedily into the soft skin at his waist while you kissed him back feverishly, trying to close every gap between your bodies.

“Fuck, how does this feel so much better than I remember?” Steve growled against your lips, his hand on the back of your neck tilting your head just the way he wanted so he could lick even deeper into your mouth. 

Your breathy, delirious laugh was swallowed by his all-consuming kiss, the sound turning into a helpless moan. 

God, he was right, it did feel so much better than you remembered to have Steve’s mouth on yours, and you couldn’t fathom how you’d run away from him before because, in that moment, the last thing you wanted to do was stop. You wanted to kiss Steve for the rest of your life.

“I don’t know, but Steve, please, don’t stop,” you murmured when he finally let you up for air. You tried to catch your breath while he was busy pressing insatiable kisses to your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth, anywhere he could reach without straying too far from your lips. 

Pulling your hands from beneath his sweater, your no longer freezing fingers threaded into the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck, pulling him closer while at the same time pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes again. Your bodies slotted together even more perfectly, and you moaned softly into his mouth as you tugged him in for another kiss.

Steve kissed you harder, holding you tight to his chest like he was afraid that if he let go, you’d disappear on the wintry wind. In turn, you held him just as fiercely, your nails raking through the beard on the underside of his jaw and tugging lightly to bring him closer until he was rumbling a pleased sound deep in his chest.

“Get a room!”

The perfect bubble that had formed around and Steve abruptly popped, the sounds of the bustling holiday market rushing in along with the December chill and you pulled away, your first instinct to worry about what your friends would think. But then you caught the look on Steve’s face. 

He was staring at you with such a blissed out expression, his blue eyes dark and hazy, a pleased smile on his kiss-swollen lips, that you couldn’t help but relax and melt back into him. You took your time to press a sweet kiss to his lips before turning to your friends.

Natasha, Yelena and Bucky all wore matching smug grins. Nat was even popping little chocolate candies into her mouth like she was enjoying the show. 

“Oh no, please don’t stop on our account,” she called to you and Steve, gesturing with her hand for you both to continue. The whole group burst into raucous laughter. 

Cracking up and shaking your head, you buried your face in Steve’s rumbling chest, feeling a little shy about being caught making out so heatedly by your friends. But you felt relief, too, that no one was upset—that all your friends were happy for you and Steve.  

When you’d finally gotten ahold of yourself, you tipped your face up and caught Steve’s eye, giving him a sly smile that had his expression instantly darkening with a hunger that made you pulse with desire. 

“So about that comfy bed of yours…” you murmured, just for him to hear. When he nodded once, quickly, to acknowledge he remembered it, you went on. “I’d love to see it if you’re ready to go?”

The implication of your question was clear and Steve clutched you tighter to his chest, capturing your lips for a brief, hot kiss that did more to warm you from the inside out than any of the hot chocolate you’d consumed that evening. 

“Sunshine, I’ve been ready to take you home for years,” he rasped against your mouth, the honesty in his voice making you smile. 

When Steve pulled away, he tugged you over to your group of friends and told them you were heading home—yes, together, he confirmed. All three of them murmured encouraging words in your ear as you hugged them goodbye, and you could tell by the pink tinging Steve’s cheeks that they were doing the same to him.

Once farewells were said, Steve snagged your hand and laced your fingers together. As you walked to the subway, he tucked your clasped hands into the pocket of his overcoat, and then your other into the crook of his elbow, where he covered it with his palm to keep you warm. 

Steve held you tucked into his side the whole way back to his place while he made idle conversation, asking about the latest books you’d read and movies you’d watched. He only let go when it came time to pull out his keys and unlock his door.

There was a giddy, electric energy between the two of you as Steve helped you out of your coat and hung it up. Your gaze kept drifting back to him while you took off your boots and he hung up his overcoat. Once done, he stepped close, toeing out of his shoes next to where you’d dropped your boots.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Steve asked, his voice rough and a little uneven, like he was nervous. It made you smile, settling your own nerves to know he was right there with you.

You stepped further into Steve’s space, your fingers sneaking beneath the hem of his sweater and giggling when he sucked in a sharp breath. He’d made an excellent effort to keep your fingers warm on the way home, but the December cold had still snuck in. 

It was a good thing Steve was there to warm you up again.

“I think I’d just like to see this comfy bed of yours,” you murmured, pushing up onto your tiptoes and kissing Steve. 

The two of you lingered in the entryway of Steve’s apartment for long minutes, kissing and learning what made each other gasp and moan. His teeth nipped at your lower lip, sinking in hard enough to make you whimper before relenting and soothing the sting away with his tongue.

Meanwhile, you let your hands wander further beneath Steve’s sweater, finding a light trail of hair leading down to the waistband of his slacks. You raked  your nails through it, and relished the pleased sound that rumbled in his chest. 

Warm, wet desire was gathering between your thighs, and it wasn’t long before you squirmed impatiently against Steve, needing more.

By the time Steve broke the kiss and spun you around, his heavy hands dropping to your hips to guide you through his apartment, your panties were damp and you were aching for something only Steve could give you. 

Both of you moved quickly as you let Steve lead you to his bedroom, pausing just inside the darkened room while he flicked on a light.

A soft, golden glow emanated from two lamps set on low wooden tables on either side of the massive bed. Curiously, your gaze roved over the room, taking in the earthy colors and tasteful design.

It seemed Steve hadn’t only gotten his wardrobe and appearance together—he’d also made his home a place that was warm and welcoming and entirely him. 

The king-size bed was swathed in a thick, forest green comforter with dark charcoal sheets, a veritable pile of pillows at the head that looked far too enticing. The rest of the room was furnished with a dark wooden bookcase and dresser that matched the bed frame and side tables. There were even some vintage photographs of Brooklyn decorating the wall, along with some framed pictures on dresser.

Wandering over, you picked up one of the photographs. It was from the first autumn after you’d met Yelena and the others. The group had rented a car and gone to a farm upstate to go apple picking and enjoy all the other autumnal delights the state had to offer. 

In the photo, you were tucked into Steve’s side on a bale of hay, ready for the hayride the group had decided to go on, with Yelena on your other side. There was a blanket draped over your laps, and Steve’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders. The three of you were beaming at the camera. 

“Do you remember that trip?” Steve asked, sliding up behind you and wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. His chin rested on your shoulder while he peered at the photograph.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. Then you winced as you remembered something about the trip. “Wasn’t this the time I fell asleep on your shoulder on the way home and drooled all over your jacket?”

Steve laughed huskily in your ear.

“It is,” he confirmed, brushing a kiss to your cheek before murmuring. “I didn’t wash it for a month.”

It was your turn to laugh, though the sound was more of a surprised exhalation as you twisted your upper body so you could see his face better.

“What?”

Steve grimaced, wrinkling his nose and scuffing a hand against the back of his neck sheepishly, like he regretted admitting that to you.

“It was more because it smelled like you than because of the, y’know, drool,” he explained, his tone a tiny bit defensive. But then he looked at you, finding your face still frozen in surprise and his expression softened. “I’ve liked you since I met you, sunshine.”

It wasn’t anything Bucky hadn’t already told you, but it still felt like an entirely new revelation coming straight from Steve, and all you could think to say was, “Oh.” 

You turned back to the photo, still held in your hand, and all you could think about was the fact that you had the same one tacked up on the corkboard over your desk. You wondered if Steve liked it for the same reason you did—because it made the two of you look like a happy couple, even with Yelena sitting next to you.

“I liked you too,” you confessed in a small voice.

Steve was quiet for a moment, his hold on you loosening slightly as you stepped forward to put the photograph back on his dresser. But when that was done, he towed you back in until your back was pressed to his chest. 

“Liked?” he asked, enunciating the ‘d’ at the end of the word. 

Your mouth flickered in a smile and you turned around in his arms. Your hands smoothed over his broad shoulders while you leaned into him, your soft curves pressing into the hard planes of his body.

“I liked you then, and I like you now, Steve,” you said, holding your breath as you stared up at him. Even knowing he felt the same way about you, it was still scary to lay your heart bare for the first time, and you waited eagerly for his response.

An exhale gusted from Steve and you couldn’t help but note the relief in his expression, even as he grinned wide.

“That’s good to hear, sunshine, because I like you, too.”

“Good,” you said with a grin, dragging Steve down for a too-brief kiss. “Now, will you take me to bed already?”

Steve’s laughter was muffled as he kissed you again, guiding you around and walking you backward until the backs of your legs hit the bed. He didn’t break the kiss as he lowered you to the soft mattress and helped you slide up the bed until your shoulders settled into the pile of pillows at the head.

Your arms wrapped around Steve and you pulled him down on top of you while he braced himself so he didn’t crush you. One of his legs slid between your thighs and he lowered himself down on top of you until his bulge pressed into your stomach. Your belly swooped with excitement and your pulse thrummed with desire.

Hiking one of your legs up around his waist, you writhed beneath Steve, grinding your hot core against his thigh through your jeans. 

You couldn’t seem to stop touching him, your hands sketching the exact measure of his body, and he seemed to be doing the same. Steve’s hands couldn’t stay still, sliding up and down your sides before finally pushing beneath your sweater.

His warm, calloused fingers stroked covetously over your skin, and you felt extra sensitive wherever he touched you, his every caress sending shivers of pleasure racing through your body. 

“Steve,” you whined, wrenching your mouth from his to drag in a much-needed breath. Even still, you craved more and your body rocked up into his, grinding against his thigh while his bulge pressed insistently into your belly. 

“You feel so good, sunshine,” he rasped as he kissed a trail along your jaw and down to your neck. The scratch of his beard against your skin had you shuddering beneath his big body. “Can I…?” he asked, his fingertips teasing along the edge of your bra beneath your sweater.

“Yes—please,” you gasped. Your own fingers curled into the soft fabric of Steve’s sweater between his shoulder blades and you tugged on it, trying to pull it over his head.

Steve chuckled into your neck before he sat up and yanked his sweater off for you, baring the broad expanse of his chest. You caught glimpses of soft brown hair dusted across his pecs and endless swaths of golden skin before he was helping you out of your sweater. 

You grumbled disgruntledly when your view of Steve was cut off as he tugged your sweater over your head, then as he leaned close to unclasp your bra and toss it somewhere in the room. You only dragged your eyes away from Steve’s perfect chest when he made a low, almost anguished sound.

He looked a little dazed, his eyes staring down at your bare breasts. Your chest was heaving slightly, making them bounce gently, and Steve looked almost hypnotized by the sight. 

Snorting to yourself, you curled your fingers around his firm biceps and tugged him back down on top of you, whimpering when your nipples brushed against the hair on his chest. They pebbled as pleasure spiked through your body, settling heavily between your thighs and making even more wetness soak into your panties.

The movement had broken Steve from his trance and he began kissing from your neck down your chest. The rasp of his beard over your clavicle sent a delicious shiver down your spine, making you keen and tremble beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re so soft,” he rumbled gruffly into your skin. He buried his face in the valley between your breasts, groping your supple flesh in his big hands while pressing teasing kisses and gentle bites to your skin. “You’re so perfect, sunshine.”

You whined a needy sound, reacting to his touch as much as his awe-filled words, and threaded your fingers through Steve’s soft hair. You held him tightly to your chest, wordlessly pleading for more, and he enthusiastically indulged the request.

Steve wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked deeply, drawing so much of you into his hot mouth, it felt like he was doing his damndest to devour you. You were already so sensitive for him that it felt like there was a direct line connecting your sensitive peak to your clit, and you cried out in pleasure, your spine arching up off the bed and pushing your chest further in Steve’s face.

He grinned, doing a poor job of hiding his self-satisfied expression in your soft tits, but you didn’t begrudge him the smugness—not when he nibbled at your hardened nipple so good, it made your hips buck up from the bed. A whine slipped from your lips when you realized you no longer had his thigh to grind against, your legs kicking restlessly at the sheets.

After giving the same torturous treatment to your other nipple, wringing even more whimpering whines and desperate keening sounds from your mouth, Steve began kissing his way further down your body. He nipped playfully at your belly before lifting his head to catch your eye. 

It took you a moment to blink them into focus enough to see him clearly.

“I’ve been dreaming about your taste for years, sunshine,” he rumbled, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your jeans and tugging just enough that you knew he was asking if he could take them off. “Please, can I…?”

You were already nodding, your fingers fumbling over the button of your jeans. Steve seemed just as eager as you, gently pushing your hand aside and taking over as he thumbed it through the hole in the denim and pulled your zipper down. Then he was peeling your jeans down over you hips and thighs, taking your panties off at the same time.

In only a few seconds, you were stripped bare for the first time in front of Steve Rogers, and if it wasn’t for the shuddered exhale that gusted past his lips and the sizable bulge twitching in the front of his slacks, it might’ve occurred to you to feel a little insecure. 

But before those thoughts could even begin to creep in, Steve was dragging his hands up your thighs and spreading your legs with a reverent look on his face, giving an appreciative rumble deep in his chest as he raked his eyes up the naked length of your body. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sunshine,” he rasped, pressing his face between your thighs and taking a deep breath. 

Heat bloomed in your cheeks, but you didn’t have time to wonder at how you smelled because Steve was licking his tongue into the seam of your pussy, groaning like he’d eaten something delicious. 

“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” he growled before diving in deeper, burying his face against your cunt and eating you out like he was a dying man and you were his last meal. 

In no time at all, he had you crying out, your hips bucking up off the bed as pleasure swirled through your body. It was all you could do to try to stop yourself from humping against his handsome face.

Steve’s thick biceps banded around your thighs and he held you spread open while he feasted on you, his eyes staring up past your quivering belly and heaving chest to watch your reactions. He sucked and nibbled and flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit, paying attention to what had you writhing and moaning your pleasure beneath him.

He licked into your pussy, fucking you with his tongue until you were squirming and panting on the bed, your thighs tensing and trembling with your building release. 

Needing something to hold on to, you threaded your fingers into Steve’s hair, holding his head against your greedy pussy and rocking your hips into him. You moaned loudly, unabashedly, grinding against his mouth and beard as you neared the edge.

“Oh god, Steve, ‘m so close, please—please, don’t stop, ‘m gonna come,” you babbled, your spine arching up off the bed as you threw your head back into the pile of soft pillows. “Fuck, please, please, please!”

It was clear that Steve was a quick study when it came to your body, and he put what he’d learned to good use, sucking hard on your clit and flicking his tongue over it, steadily driving your pleasure higher until, finally, it crested. And then he pushed you right over the edge.

Your fingers fisted in Steve’s hair and you humped shamelessly against his face as you came with a cry of his name—“Steve!” Your body tightened, and then loosened as wave after wave of pleasure swept through your limbs, making you shiver intensely while Steve’s mouth worked you through your release. 

When the pleasure began to ebb, you melted back into the soft blankets on Steve’s bed, a dazed smile curving your mouth. Steve eased you down with gentle sweeps of his tongue and soft kisses to your inner thighs, murmuring sweet words to you about how good you tasted on his tongue.

It wasn’t until you whimpered from overstimulation that Steve stopped. He pressed one last kiss to the top of your mound before pushing himself up. His happy grin when he saw the sated, content expression on your face made your heart skip a beat in your chest. He was just so damn handsome. 

“Good?” Steve asked, though you knew from the self-satisfied look in his eye that he already knew the answer to his question.

Still, you nodded. “So good,” you purred, stretching and reaching for him. Your fingers curled into coarse hair on the underside of his jaw and you tugged him up your body for a kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips, and his beard was so drenched in your juices, it made your own cheeks damp. A groan worked its way up your throat at the filthiness of the kiss, and you pulled Steve closer, letting him muffle the sound as his tongue slipped into your mouth. 

Even though Steve had just made you come harder than anyone else in your entire life, renewed desire was beginning to bloom in your core, the heat of your arousal already building again. Distractedly, you recognized that you’d never felt the way you did for anyone but Steve—insatiable, unwilling to let the night end just yet. 

When Steve’s hard bulge knocked against your hip, a devious smirk curled your lips and you wasted no time trailing your fingers down his bare, golden chest to grope his cock through his slacks. He was hard and heavy in your hand, and an excited thrill raced down your spine at the thought of taking him in your mouth. 

Steve groaned against your lips, his big body shuddering when you squeezed and stroked him through the thick material of his pants. So you did it again, rubbing him with your palm until you felt his hard length jump against your fingers, like his body was just as eager for your touch as the rest of him.

“We don’t have to do more,” Steve said, his voice a little breathless. “I-I mean, you don’t have to return the favor or anything. I’m good to just go to sleep if that’s what you want.”

Steve’s words were honorable, but you didn’t want to sleep. 

You pushed at his larger body until he flipped onto his back. Following after him, you kissed down his chest, taking a moment to nuzzle in the soft hair scattered across his pecs before you lifted your head and caught his eye, letting him see the desire in yours. 

“I bet I’ve dreamed about sucking your cock just as much as you dreamed about eating my pussy,” you whispered huskily, holding his gaze determinedly while you shifted down his body until your face was level with his bulge. You mouthed at his hard length through his slacks. “Please, Steve, can I…?” 

“Yeah—yes—fuck, sunshine, you can do whatever you want,” he rasped, helping you undo his button and fly, his fingers trembling. Then he lifted his hips so you could pull his pants down.

You felt like you were unwrapping the most perfect Christmas present as you tugged his slacks and boxer briefs down his thick, toned thighs. You even let out a little gasp of delight when Steve’s cock bounced free, marveling at the sheer masculine beauty of it.

Impatiently, you pulled his clothes the rest of the way off, pausing only to kiss his thighs, enjoying the softness of his leg hair against your lips and cheeks, before returning to his cock. 

Taking him in hand, you circled your fingers around the thick shaft and gave him a loose pump, watching how he bucked his hips into your fist from just that little bit of touching. Steve’s hands were fisted in the blankets on the bed, like he was holding himself back from touching you, and you decided you want to make the man—your man—lose himself in pleasure, just like he’d done to you. 

You ducked down and licked the tip of Steve’s cock, humming in delight as the salty, musky taste of his precum burst on your tongue. The vibrations made Steve groan and you hid a self-satisfied smirk against his cock, before refocusing on your task.

You pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down Steve’s shaft, staring up his hard, firm body while he watched you worship his cock. His cheeks were tinged pink, a light sheen of sweat dotting his brow and his eyes were so dark, his pupils blown so wide, they looked like the navy blue night sky on a winter evening. 

When you ducked down further, taking his balls into your mouth and suckling greedily, Steve’s gaze widened and his cock twitched in your hand. 

“Sunshine,” he rasped, the nickname sounding like a plea for mercy as he groaned loudly. “Ya keep sucking my balls and I’m gonna come way too soon.”

With a smirk, you gave his sensitive sac one last little suckle before letting it fall from your lips, then you licked up the length of his cock.

“Can’t have that,” you quipped, shooting him a smug grin. You pressed a kiss to the tip and wrapped your lips around the head, taking him into your mouth and sucking hard enough to make his hips buck up off the bed. 

Another anguished sound wrenched free from Steve’s lips. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned as he settled back down, one of his hands coming to rest on the crown of your head—not pushing you down or pulling you away, just holding you like he couldn’t help but touch you. 

For a moment, you focused on Steve’s cock, pulling back before taking him deeper into your mouth, using your tongue to swirl around the head and trace the veins decorating his shaft while your fist stroked him. But when you flicked your gaze up to Steve, you found him watching you with adoration in his eyes.

“You’re amazing, sunshine,” he rumbled when he noticed he had your attention, one side of his mouth pulling up in a lopsided grin. “You’re gorgeous—and you look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth.” 

The corners of your mouth flickered in a pleased smile as his praise washed over you, and you closed your eyes, soaking it in. When you opened them again, you redoubled your efforts on Steve, bobbing up and down on his length at a steady pace while you pumped him in your fist. 

You lost yourself in the pleasure of sucking Steve’s cock, and before long, you could feel yourself growing wet all over again. Your inner walls clenched pathetically around nothing while your mouth was filled with his big dick, but you didn’t want to stop. 

However, before you could make Steve come down your throat, his hands gently gripped your head and he pulled you up off his cock. With his considerable strength, Steve hauled you back up the bed and rolled you over onto your back beneath him, bracing himself on one hand while the other slide between your thighs. He bit off a curse when he felt how wet you were.

“Christ, sunshine, ya got this wet from sucking my cock?” he asked, a note of teasing in his tone that had heat coursing through your body. Before you could respond, though, his mouth found yours for a kiss. 

You were certain he must’ve been able to taste himself on your tongue, but he didn’t seem to care. He was too determined to devour your lips and swallow your moan while he speared you open with two fingers, capturing your cry of pleasure.

“Oh god, Steve,” you mumbled against his mouth, your hips rocking into his hand and fucking his fingers. “Please, I need you—I need you to fuck me.” Your hand was fisted in Steve’s soft hair and you clung to him, your entire being straining to get closer while still taking all the pleasure his fingers offered.

“Thank fuck—I need you so goddamned bad, sunshine,” he groaned, easing his fingers from your dripping hole and rolling onto his back so he could reach for something. 

A moment later, you heard the sound of a wooden drawer snap closed and he rolled back on top of you, the square foil packet of a condom held in his fingers.

“Ya wanna do the honors?” he asked, his grin so charming and so like the Steve you’d known for so many years that it took your breath away. 

But there was a comfort and an ease to the moment because you were there with Steve—your Steve—and you laughed at his silly offer. You were shaking your head even as you took the packet and tore it open, tossing the foil aside and making quick work of rolling the condom onto his cock. 

When you were done, you gave the base of his shaft an affectionate squeeze and Steve chuckled, capturing your lips in a kiss while he shifted on top of you, pressing his knees between your legs and spreading your thighs to make room for his big, broad body. 

You opened happily for him, kissing him back while your legs hooked around the backs of his thighs. Together, you lined your bodies up until Steve’s cock lay heavily against your mound, kissing lazily all the while.

After a moment, Steve broke the kiss, pushing himself up with one hand while the other fisted his hard length and held himself away from the place where you ached for him to fill. He stared deep into your eyes and gave you a serious look, a little bit of anxiety swirling in his gaze.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his eyes roving over your face like he was searching for any hidden remnant of hesitance on your part—any sign that you might run, you realized. “Because I’ve wanted this—I’ve wanted you for so long, that if you tell me tomorrow this was a mistake…” Steve paused, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed, “it’ll break my fucking heart, sunshine.”

Steve’s voice cracked a little on the pet name and it made your heart split open in your chest. You didn’t know if you’d ever forgive yourself for hurting Steve the way you did, for saying those things you didn’t mean and trying to push him away when all you’d wanted was to pull him closer. 

You decided then and there to make it up to him—and that began with being honest with him. Always. 

So you threaded your fingers into Steve’s beard until you were cupping his face and you stared him directly in the eye as you answered his question. 

“I’m sure, Steve,” you said firmly, certainty resonating in your tone. “I was scared before—I’ve wanted you for so long that the thought of finally having you was terrifying.” You gave him a tremulous, apologetic smile, and his expression softened. “But I’m sure about this,” you said again, your voice stronger. “I’m sure about you, and I’m sure about us.”

When you finished your confession, Steve’s eyes closed and he exhaled a long, relieved breath. You pulled him down for a kiss, and it was a gentle thing—tentative as you both savored the vulnerability you shared, physically and emotionally, thanking one another for the trust that took. 

It was only when the kiss ended and Steve pressed his forehead to yours that he pushed inside you for the first time, his thick cock sinking deep into your pussy with one determined, inexorable thrust. 

Your arms and legs were wrapped around him already and you clung to Steve as you cried out, tears of emotion pricking at the backs of your eyes even as pleasure radiated through your body.

“You ok?” Steve asked softly and the question—so gentle and genuine—had a tear spilling onto your cheek. He brushed it away. 

“This is the happiest I’ve ever been,” you admitted in a thick voice, tugging Steve’s mouth back to yours, kissing him deeply. 

Together, you gave yourselves over to your instincts. Steve pulled his hips back until only half of him remained inside, and your heels dug into the backs of his thighs, urging him to plunge deep into you again. He slid home, and both of you moaned. 

Steve rocked into you with slow, thorough thrusts, but when you moaned for more, he drew back more each time and thrust harder. It wasn’t long before he was fucking you in hard, deep strokes that hit all the most perfect spots inside you, his mouth kissing your cheeks and neck and anywhere he could reach while he held you pinned to his chest, his hips working his cock deep into your cunt. 

With every hard thrust, you clung more tightly to Steve, holding him with your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers buried in his hair, thankful he’d grown it long enough that you could grip it tight in your fists. Your body writhed beneath his bigger form, using your legs draped around his thighs to meet his thrusts. 

For what seemed like forever, you and Steve were nothing more than two writhing bodies trying to get closer, deeper, tighter together, like your hearts were straining to become one. And you were so consumed with pleasure that it wasn’t until you were right on the precipice of your release that you realized you were close.

“Steve,” you gasped, trying to tell him you were going to come, and just then he changed the angle of his hips, stealing the words from your lips. 

He was driving his cock so deep into your cunt and grinding against your clit so exquistiely that you saw stars. Your body shook under a deluge of pleasure and the coil of tension twisted tighter in your core.

“Come for me, sunshine,” Steve rumbled, fucking you hard and deep and so perfectly you knew you were forever ruined for any other man. “Be a good girl and come on my cock before I fucking explode.”

His filthy words were your undoing. 

You shattered apart, sharp, sparkling pleasure devastating your body and mind while you screamed Steve’s name as you came. Your whole body clenched tight, clamping down on Steve’s cock hard enough that he grunted into your neck, then you succumbed to the pleasure as it dragged you under its thrall, whimpers and moans spilling from your lips mindlessly.

Steve’s hands gripped your hips tightly, and he rutted into your clenching pussy with wild thrusts as he chased his own release. He found it only a moment after yours, groaning your name against your cheek while his hips stuttered and shunted forward, burying himself balls-deep in your fluttering pussy while he came, his cock throbbing deep in your cunt. 

You held each other close as you came down from your releases. Your fingers stroked through Steve’s soft hair, the strands damp with sweat, and twirled around the gently curling ends. Meanwhile, his hands were petting up and down your sides, his face buried in the pillow beside your head while he rumbled muffled words of praise in your ear. 

Eventually, Steve sat up, pulling his softening cock as gently from your body as he could manage, watching your face closely for any hint of pain. You were a little sore, but when he pulled free, your body mourned the loss of him more than anything else. 

He quickly disposed of the condom and wrapper in his bathroom, then came back with a warm wet washcloth. He cleaned you up with gentle caresses, pressing a kiss to your hip and nipping playfully at your belly until you were giggling and pushing him away, your body too tired and sated and oversensitive for such treatment—but you were grinning all the same.

When he was done, you rose from the bed and went to the bathroom while he padded to his dresser. After you were done, you found Steve relaxing on his bed in only a pair of lounge pants, his chiseled chest deliciously bare and biceps bulging with his hands tucked behind his head. 

You paused, raking your eyes over his gorgeous chest, only catching his gaze when he made a deep, rumbling sound of good-natured warning. 

“You better put on some pajamas, sunshine,” Steve started, his blue eyes heated and a playful smile flickering at the edges of his mouth, almost hidden by his beard. “Unless you want me to fuck you again.” 

The threat in his tone was flirtatious and you almost took him up on the offer. But you knew that if Steve fucked you again, you’d be sore the next day, and you didn’t want that. Huffing a petulant sigh, you moved to the pile of folded clothes Steve had left on the corner of the bed.

The heat in Steve’s eyes didn’t abate as he watched you pull one of his shirts over your head, tugging the hem down until it covered your ass and part of your thigh. You didn’t have any clean panties, so you crawled into bed like that, your eyes finding Steve and watching as the heat of desire softened into the warmth of affection.

The two of you slid beneath the blankets and you curled up at Steve’s side, your head on his chest. You fell asleep quickly and easily to the sound of his gentle breathing, and the steady drumming of his heart beating beneath your cheek. 

The next morning, you woke to snow flurries drifting past the windows of Steve’s bedroom, the flakes having covered his neighborhood in a blanket of white while you slept. You pressed a happy smile against Steve’s sternum, the expression deepening when you felt his heart skip a beat at your closeness.

“So, is my bed comfy enough for you, sunshine?” he asked in the deep rasp of a man who’d just woken up. Using his arms looped around your waist, he pulled you on top of him, his mouth finding yours for a decadent good morning kiss before he let you answer.

“Hmm,” you hummed playfully in thought, smiling against his mouth while you pulled him closer with your fingers curled into the scruffy, coarse hair of his beard. “It could use a few more pillows—and maybe a nice throw blanket.”

“Consider it done,” he murmured, rolling you beneath his broad body and sliding his hips between your thighs. His morning wood brushed against your bare core and you moaned into his mouth. “Anything you want, you just tell me, sunshine,” he rumbled in between slow, drugging kisses, his hips rolling leisurely against you. “I want my girlfriend to feel comfortable here.”

“Girlfriend?” you gasped breathlessly, your heart beating harder with excitement while he pulled away to kiss down your neck. You could feel Steve’s grin against the side of your throat before he pressed a kiss against your thrumming pulse. 

“You wanna be my girlfriend, don’t ya, sunshine?” he asked. 

It was only because you’d known Steve for so long, and were so determined never to hurt him again, that you heard the tiny thread of anxiety in his tone. You squeezed him tightly in your arms and rushed to answer, eager to put his worry to rest.

“Yes!” you cried happily. “Yes, I want to be your girlfriend, Steve.” You twisted your fingers in his soft hair and tugged his mouth up from your neck. “Now kiss me, boyfriend,” you murmured and Steve, obligingly, crushed his mouth to yours in a blissful kiss. 

You and Steve reveled in your new relationship, spending a long time in bed just kissing and exploring each other and making up for lost time before your growling stomachs finally made you get up.

After breakfast, Steve seemed to remember something and he padded to the entryway, coming back with the box he’d acquired at the holiday market the evening before. He handed it to you, saying there was no way he’d be able to wait until Christmas to give it to you.

You opened the present, finding a simple silver chain and a stunningly engraved sun pendant within. You were so overwhelmed with happiness that tears sprang to your eyes and you had to hastily wipe them away.

“A little bit of sunshine for my sunshine,” Steve murmured against your temple before pressing a kiss to your skin. 

At your insistence, he helped you put the necklace on and you thanked him graciously—with words and kisses. Then you towed Steve back to bed, and the two of you gave in to the pleasure of your bodies until you collapsed, sated once again.

All day, you couldn’t stop smiling. You were doing one of your favorite things, snuggling on a snowy day, with one of your favorite people in the world—your boyfriend. And you were making plans for the future, talking about what you were going to get your other friends for Christmas and arguing about how to best decorate Steve’s apartment for the holiday. 

The whole time, you couldn’t help but think about how Christmas would always be extra special for you from that year on. It was a wonderful holiday but, more importantly to you, it was when you and Steve Rogers finally admitted your feelings for one another and took the first step toward a forever together. 

So, this time of year would always be your favorite time of year.

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[ineedabettername2124]

Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by 🦥 anon: What about alpha!Nat who is anatomically female so she can't knot or mate with omega!Reader like Alpha!g!pNat can so she has her best pal beta!Bruce or alpha!Tony invent a knotting strap on 🫣 now alpha!Nat can Knott her little omega anytime she pleases. Bonus if omega!Wanda enchants the strap so alpha!nat can actually feel it 🤤

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AN: This was a good one. Thanks, 🦥!

"What's wrong, Nat?" you ask when you feel your alpha's arm squeeze your torso tighter than normal. She exhales into your hair, and you know it's not from exhaustion from your earlier activities, but frustration.

"Um, nothing," Natasha says, that is obviously a lie, but if she won't tell you what's on her mind, you won't push it.

"Okay, well, good night," you respond, cringing at the awkwardness but not wanting to dwell on it.

While you fall asleep in record time, Natasha lies awake, holding you tightly as she stares at the back of your head. The thought that she can' t be a proper alpha to you, simply because she is not equipped with the right body parts, is infuriating and saddening to her. Not that you had ever complained once or saw her as any less than the male alphas, but Natasha had an internal struggle every time you begged to be knotted and she simply...couldn't.

She didn't know what to do, but she had thought about enlisting the help of some of her colleagues. As awkward as the request would be, maybe it would help her self-esteem and you would be so pleased with the result.

So the next morning, Natasha goes off to have the most awkward conversation of her life with Tony Stark.

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Natasha is practically vibrating with excitement as she carries you to your bedroom. Even you can sense her amped up emotions as you wrap your arms around her, kissing her hard and sloppily.

"Are you okay, babe?" you ask, breaking away for a breath while pulling your clothes off at the same time.

"Yeah, I'm just happy I get to be with you," she says, taking off her shirt, then her sweatpants. When she drops her pants, you gasp at the sight of her new strap. The color matches her skin tone exactly, almost looking like an actual extension of her body and you can't help but lick your lips at the thought of it being inside of you. It's a little smaller than the one she normally uses, but thicker to make up for it. Your core aches around nothing.

"Like what you see, baby?" Natasha says, grasping her cock and stroking it. "I had it specially made..." She debates on whether or not to tell you the truth of the toy's origins, but feels like it might ruin the mood now.

"It looks so good on you," you pant, hooking your hands around her thighs and pulling her onto the bed with you.

"It'll look better inside you," Natasha responds with a smirk, trying to contain a moan when her hand reaches her tip. It was a little strange and first to be able to "feel" with the faux cock, but now she's eager to stick it inside of you and experience you in a way she never has before.

As Natasha hovers over you, you instinctively reach for her cock and she gasps so loud when you touch it, you recoil your hand as if you've hurt her.

"Nat?" you ask.

"No, it's okay, baby. Touch me again," Natasha says, and you wrap your hand around her cock, causing her whole body to shudder. "I can feel it," she admits, dropping her head to press her forehead against yours. "I'll finally be able to feel you, baby. And properly knot you."

A thousand thoughts of curiosity fill your head, like where in the world she managed to get a strap like this, but now your only concern is getting her inside you. Although Natasha had never disappointed you in bed, your heart rate skyrockets at the thought of her getting to feel you and knot you. It seemed almost too good to even be real.

"Does this feel good?" you ask, jerking her cock off a little awkwardly, mostly because you don't have much experience. Maybe that would change soon.

"Yes," she whispers, her hips moving jerkily every time your thumb swipes over the tip of her cock. "Keep going, baby."

Even though you're stroking a silicone toy, you swear it feels like it's throbbing in your hand. Maybe it wasn't such a gimmick after all.

"Okay, stop, stop," Natasha says suddenly, afraid she's going to burst. She swats your hand away, her stomach clenching almost uncomfortably to hold herself back. She pushes you to lay down fully, carefully positioning her cock at your entrance. "Ready, baby?"

"I need you, Nat," you whine. "I need my alpha."

Natasha holds her breath as she slides into you with ease, almost collapsing on your chest when your hot walls wrap around her, holding her in a tight grip like she's never been before. "Oh, God. Oh fuck, Y/N..."

It feels different having her inside of you like this, almost like you can feel her throbbing.

"I want you to knot me, Nat," you beg, reaching up to lock your hands around her back to hold her close.

"I will, baby. Hold on." Natasha starts jerking her hips in broad strokes, obsessed with the way you clench and squeeze around her. She pushes in until she can't see any of her cock anymore, but the subtle bulge of your stomach, and the fire of arousal burns through her veins. She leans over to lick and nip at the mating mark on your neck, slamming into you with powerful thrusts.

You moan at the sensation of being filled so deeply, Natasha soothing the ache of emptiness in your loins with each thrust.

"Knot me, Nat, please," you whimper, scratching down her back. You can sense her desperation and need, feel her desire as she twitches inside of you, her size seemingly growing as the knot at the base of her cock starts to inflate.

You can't believe this is about to happen, as Natasha grunts and groans into your ear, promising to fill you with her pups and knot you properly for the first time in your life. You're awash with bliss as she thrusts into you strongly, holding you down as her body starts to tremble as she empties her seed into you. There is an almost painful stretch in your core and you look down to see the base of her cock fit snugly into your pussy, preventing any of her cum from spilling out of you like it normally does.

The pressure in your stomach is too much and you are too aroused to hold back anymore, tipping your head back into the pillows and moaning as you gush around her cock. It feels like a lifetime of pure ecstasy as you lay there, Natasha fully connected with you. You don't ever want it to end.

"My perfect omega," Natasha whispers, stroking your hair as she tries to calm down from her own high. "I love you so much." Today was a complete success in her book, and she can't wait to knot you over and over again in the future.

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[togrowoldinv]

Soft Nat fic coming tomorrow. I missed her terribly (yes I know it’s only been like a few days since I last posted about her lol)

[just-aake]

Endearing Entanglements

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: You give Natasha a visit in Norway and remind her she has more friends to call on for help.

Warnings: fluff, implied sexual themes

Words: 1300

Pulling up to the safehouse, Natasha’s eyes narrow as she catches a faint trail of smoke curling from the trailer’s ventilation. 

Instinct kicking in, she turns off the engine and quickly reaches for the gun stashed in the glove compartment.

She’s still on the run, and Rick isn’t due to check in for another week, which means the sign of someone else being here is a red flag she can’t ignore.

Sliding out of the car, Natasha moves silently. As she approaches the door, her grip on the weapon tightens as she takes a steadying breath. 

With a practiced calm, she swings open the door, stepping inside swiftly with her gun raised. Her eyes dart across the room, scanning for any immediate threats. 

But instead of chaos or an ambush, she’s met with the quiet, domestic sound of sizzling food.

Your back is to her, the scent of spices mingling in the air as you casually tend to whatever is cooking on the stove. 

You don’t even flinch at her dramatic entrance. 

“You should go freshen up, love. Dinner will be ready in ten,” you say, your tone easy and unbothered, not even sparing a glance in her direction, as though she hadn’t just stormed in with a weapon aimed at your head.

Natasha freezes, her suspicion warring with confusion. She sweeps her gaze around the small trailer once more, confirming that you’re alone, before finally lowering her gun with a disbelieving huff. 

Her tension melts into exasperation as she holsters her weapon and crosses her arms. 

“What are you doing here?” she demands.

You chuckle softly, finally turning to face her. The spatula in your hand gestures toward the small, cluttered living space.

“I came by to drop off your package,” you reply, your tone light but with a teasing edge.

Natasha’s eyes flick to the black case sitting on the rickety table. She knows without opening it what’s inside—customized weapons and gadgets uniquely gathered and prepared for her. 

Like you’ve done countless times before for her.

“I didn’t order anything,” she says skeptically.

“Hmm, you’re right. You didn’t,” you say with an exaggerated nod. “You called Mason instead. And he got you this…quaint little setup.”

The lights flicker as if on cue, emphasizing your skepticism about the condition of the safe house. 

Natasha catches the faint jealous pout in your tone and sighs, moving closer until she’s leaning against the counter beside you. 

“It’s nothing personal,” she murmurs, her voice softening. “I just needed something quick and discreet.”

Your lips twitch into a slight smirk as you turn to her. Without warning, you tug her closer, capturing her lips in a kiss. 

You nip at her bottom lip in reprimand before pulling back, your eyes glinting with amusement.

“Love, isn’t that how most of our…entanglements end up?” 

Natasha huffs a soft laugh, her smirk matching yours. Her hands find your waist, pulling you in closer. 

“How much longer did you say dinner would take?”

Your grin widens as you turn off the stove, tilting your head closer to hers. 

“All done,” you whisper against her lips.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Leaning back against the wall of the trailer, Natasha sits on the bed, a now reheated plate of food in her hands. She eats quietly, her mind half on the simple meal you had prepared and half on the intimate moments you and she shared earlier. 

The room is still, save for the occasional flicker of the dim overhead light and the low murmur of your voice.

At the edge of the bed, you handle a phone call that interrupted your dinner with her. 

“No worries, love, I can get it to you by then,” you say smoothly, your voice oozing charm as you multitask, the phone pressed between your ear and shoulder while you pull on your pants.

Natasha’s brow arches slightly at your casual use of the term of endearment. Setting her plate aside, she moves toward you. 

“Have I ever let you down?” you continue your conversation nonchalantly, though, the slight tilt of your head indicates you notice her movement behind you.

Wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, she leans into you, her warmth pressing against your back. Without a word, she begins trailing soft, deliberate kisses along your bare shoulder, her lips lingering just enough to send a message.

For a split second, your voice falters, the smooth flow of your words disrupted. You clear your throat, attempting to maintain composure.

“I—I gotta go,” you murmur into the phone, your tone edged with faint exasperation as Natasha’s kisses continue. “Mmhmm, I’ll call back later with the details.”

You end the call quickly, sliding the phone onto the table before turning to face her. 

Your expression is a blend of amusement and mock disapproval as you take her in. “Really?”

Natasha shrugs innocently, feigning ignorance as she murmurs against your shoulder, “I thought I was ‘love.’”

Your lips curl into a smirk, your brow quirking as you tilt your head to meet her gaze. 

“Oh, are we making certain things between us exclusive now?” you reply, your tone light but carrying a playful challenge.

Natasha huffs a small laugh and rolls her eyes, pointedly ignoring your question as she leans back on her elbows, watching you with a small smile as you finish getting dressed.

After zipping up your jacket, you lean over the bed, running your hand along her bare legs before resting it on her thigh. 

“I do have other clients besides you, you know,” you say, rubbing your hand in small circles before pinching her skin lightly, “Just like how you have other contractors.”

Natasha slaps your hand away with a scoff. 

“Rick’s just a friend,” she says reassuringly.

You hum thoughtfully, your smirk widening. 

“And you’re the only client I ever end up in bed with.”

Her lips curve into a faint smile, unable to hide the flicker of satisfaction at your reassuring words. 

Grinning, you pick up the black case from the table and set it on the bed. 

“So…I guess that means we’ve come to an understanding.”

But Natasha’s smile fades as she pushes the case back toward you. 

“I can’t take that.”

“If it’s about payment, I can give you a discount this time,” you offer, your tone playful. “Considering your…circumstances.”

“It’s not that.” Natasha shakes her head, her gaze dropping to the bed. There’s a moment of hesitation, a rare crack in her usual composure. Finally, she murmurs softly, “I don’t want to drag you into my problems.”

Your expression softens, the teasing edge replaced by something more genuine. You step closer, catching her chin lightly with your fingers, tilting her face up until her eyes meet yours. 

“That’s sweet, love,” you say gently, your voice warm but unwavering. “But unfortunately for you, you’re my favorite client. That means your problems? They matter to me, too.”

Her lips part slightly, a breath catching as the weight of your words settles in. 

You smile, a slow and reassuring curve of your lips, at the sight of the Black Widow so caught off guard by the care laced in your voice and tap her nose playfully in goodbye. 

Before she can respond, you turn on your heel, heading toward the door.

Pausing in the archway, you glance over your shoulder, your silhouette framed by the dim light spilling in from outside.

“Oh, and,” you add, your voice carrying a casual charm that hides just how much you mean it, “whenever you want an upgrade from this charming little safehouse, you know how to contact me.”

A slow smirk tugs at your lips as you lock eyes with her one last time.

“Always looking forward to your call, love.”

And with that, you’re gone, leaving Natasha sitting there, a small, fond smile on her lips.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

a/n: just a little cute fluff before I get back into my series. thank you for reading!

[imagine-reblog]

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ⌇ natasha romanoff

summary: natasha romanoff is your new secretary, and she's willing to help with your every need.

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

☰ TAGS: office!au, smut, risky sex, strap-on sex, rough sex, slight degradation kink, attempt at humour, cunnilingus, oral sex, overstimulation, cocksucking, spanking, bending natasha over your desk while she's in high heels and nothing else

☰ WARNING: men dni, 2.5k words of pure filth

you slumped down into your armchair, letting out a groan so heavy it shook your seat with its weight. frustratedly kicking up your feet onto the desk, you tilted your head back, letting your eyelids flutter shut.

that day had been absolute hell, conference after meeting after documents. being the CEO of stark industries was far from heaven-like, when you actually took responsibility. (yes, that was a jab at tony.)

he was an eccentric man, never staying in one place for too long. deciding to travel the world with pepper, tony left you to his devices after reluctant agreement from your part. but then again, earning more money than you could keep track of was something you would never really complain about.

“dr. y/n? are you alright?” 

ah, yes. there only one thing better than being the CEO of the biggest company in the world. it was having a secretary by the name of natasha romanoff.

blood red heels clicked against marble tiling, stopping right before your desk. you eyes trailing up the low-cut, tight-fitting dress she was wearing. your wandering eyes were hardly discreet, trailing over the curve of her hips and the generous inch of cleavage she had decided to show off. 

natasha flushed slightly under your watchful gaze. she would be a liar if she said she didn’t enjoy being admired by you. 

she knew it was wrong, pining after her boss, much less the CEO of such a big company, but she couldn’t help it. you were just so alluring, an enigma of your own accord. 

looking up at her through half-lidded eyes, you sent her a slow smirk. “hey, nat.” 

fuck, that was hot. natasha’s hands on a binder tightened. you had been so demanding today, yelling that your voice grew raspy, commanding and dominating – if natasha was being honest, she wouldn’t mind being yelled at like that by you.

but then again, you were so good to natasha. a soft spot, some might say. an obsession, you called it. 

so maybe it wasn’t so accidental when natasha bent over to pick a pen up, right before your eyes, rounded ass in full view. or maybe during meetings, when the room was dark and she whispered a little too close into your ear. or even after hours, when she offered to give you massages but let her hands linger far too long.

but the way you looked at her sometimes, with the deliciously darkened eyes and the dangerous smile, it made her think her silly crush wasn’t so unrequited after all.

“good afternoon,” she said, giving you a cordial smile – or at least, she attempted to give you one. you could see the way her teeth dug into her plump lip while eyeing you in a black dress-shirt. it made your pride swell a little. or well, maybe a lot.

“been a tough day,” you murmured absent-mindedly, folding up the sleeves of your black shirt to your arms. natasha’s gaze burned holes into your forearms, then your partially unbuttoned shirt, then to your lopsided grin.

caught.

you chose not to respond to that, shifting in your seat to sift through some papers, leaving natasha to bask in her adorable embarrassment. oh, you were obviously showing off for natasha, but who could blame you? she was too good to be true. 

“is there anything i could do to help?”

natasha’s question had barely left her lips before your expression morphed into the one she had imprinted into every inch of her brain. 

the one where your eyes narrowed and digressed into hues of jet black. the way your lips curved, tongue darting to wetten dry lips. the one where you looked like you wanted to devour her. 

the one that she had spent countless hours dreaming of with two fingers shoved up her pussy, in the dark of the night, where her secrets got locked up with a gold key.

“i can think of some ways,” your murmured, under your breath, just loud enough for natasha to hear. the reaction was almost immediate, the redhead shifting her legs a little bit closer, thighs pressing together. god, she was so wet.

“oh,” she whispered, almost a whimper. you swallowed at that divine sound, throat suddenly running dry.

just as you were about to make your move properly, natasha’s phone began buzzing with the ringtone of a call. then the moment was gone as quick as it came. your secretary fumbled for her phone, almost dropping it once. 

“bruce needs some help with the project of JARVIS.” natasha tells you quickly as she ends the call, her cheeks flushed a rosy red that quite matched her hair. "i- i'll go now."

natasha turns haphazardly, not even waiting for your response before moving her feet to the door. fuck, why was she so aroused? she was probably just imagining it, of the possibility that you wanted her as well.

the redhead moved to grip the door metal, the cold metal feeling foreign in shaky hands.

but then cold fingertips were suddenly tracing along the back of her bare arms, up and down, sending tingles all through her body.

natasha gasped, not daring to turn around. god, those fingers were sinful.

"stay," you murmured quietly, right up against her ear. your secretary tensed up in your arms, knees bumping against the door. she could've buckled, there and then, folded right into your arms.

"unless i am reading this situation wrong, then you can take your leave, ms. romanoff,” you clarified with a husk in your voice, deft fingers leaving her hot skin for a moment. even those mere seconds without your touch left natasha feeling empty. 

two could play at this game.

"i don't know, your perception skills have always been quite good," natasha murmured in response, almost a purr, as she pushed back up against you. you could feel the curve of her rounded ass against your crotch, and it only made you crave her more.

the edges of your lips twisted upwards into a devilish smirk, and your hands dug into her hips so hard it was sure to leave bruises. "let me hear it," you breathed, hands exploring the area of her lower stomach.

"shit," the curse fell from natasha's lips in a hasty breath right before she could answer you, a snarky remark dying on the tip of her tongue. you had slotted your leg between her thighs, pressing right up against the wetness of her sex.

"let me hear you say it," you repeated, the lower decibels of your voice sending a jolt of arousal straight to her core, giving her a shallow thrust to temporarily appease her needs.

"hear me say what, daddy?" 

the moment those sinful words left her lips, natasha wanted to take it all back. god, why had she been so forward? why would she-

before natasha could finish the walk of shame down memory lane, you had let out a near animalistic groan, twisting her around and pushing your oh so beautiful secretary up against the wall.

pinning her wrists up against the wall with a singular hand, a long, steamy moan escaped natasha's mouth. you tilted your head to kiss her with a passion you didn't know you harboured.

the first kiss was ebb and flow, your bodies rocking like the gradual descent of a wave. it was a smoldering heat, not quite out of control, but just enough to make the both of you crave more.

the second kiss was harder, with natasha finally tugging onto the collar of your dress shirt, dragging you impossibly close. you licked and sucked at the sides of her open mouth.

the third kiss had natasha falling apart. you properly pushed her up against the wall, never ceasing to kiss her for all it was worth. your left hand tightened on her wrists and the other gripped her hip so hard it could bruise. 

and the fourth kiss, well, there wasn't a fourth kiss. because you had already lifted natasha off her feet by then, roughly setting down onto your desk.

"wait, wait," natasha breathed, pulling away from your wandering hands with a shaky exhale. "we should lock the door."

"right, right," you huffed, listening to her nonetheless. it was probably a bad idea to bend your secretary over the desk when anyone could walk by at a given time. 

when you turned back from closing the door, your jaw quite literally dropped. there natasha was, bent over your desk with paperwork pushed to the side, supple ass in your direct line of vision.

she turned back to look at you with a teasing smirk, hiking up the end of her scandalously short dress. you caught a flash of black lace.

"i'm waiting," she murmured, shifting her legs open wider. you stepped closer, drawing a gasp from natasha as you ran your hands over her ass.

"...i know, doll. you're dripping."

suddenly slapping the curve of her ass, natasha cried out, driving her hips back to reach you once again. you denied her of that particular pleasure, instead pushing the lingerie to the side and spanking her again.

purplish hues of red blossomed upon her pale skin. you did it again. 

natasha moaned out your name, begging for you to touch her properly. you did it again. 

you had a lot of fun watching the confident woman succumb to a mess of frenetic moans and incoherent whines. so you did it again.

by the time you were satisfied with spanking natasha, there wasn't an inch of skin left unblemished, all flushed and crimson from your ministrations.

"fuck, just touch me already." natasha whined, undulating her lower half against the tent of a strap in your pants. 

"so impatient," you commented teasingly, eyes darkening several hues when you noted the wet spot on her panties. "you're so naughty, wearing lingerie to work. you've wanted this, mhm?" 

the words died on her tongue when you thrust your hips forward, the thick strap entering her sodden pussy.

"please!" pretty mewls fell from natasha's mouth as you fucked into her, gripping at her sides with sprawled hands.

in no time at all, natasha was cumming all over your strap, dripping down her thighs. she had been stimulated by the spanking already, your actions only bringing her more arousal.

"cum already, pretty girl? so greedy," you groaned, fucking her thourgh her orgasm. using your teeth to pull down the zipper of her dress, natasha gasped at the cold air making contact with her heated skin.

you let your hands explore her body, going to grasp at natasha's tits. toying at her nipples seemed to be too much for her, the redhead spasming under you, gasps and whimpers escaping her mouth.

fuck, natasha could already feel another orgasm building up.

she had wanted this for so long, for you to rail her until she couldn't think, in your very office, over the very one you were fucking her into.

you forcefully pushed her back into the glass counter, her pebbled nipples being stimulated to no end. when you gave a particularly hard thrust, a lewd moan sounded from natasha, echoing around the confines of the room.

"hush, baby." you murmured, giving her two fingers to suck on. "don't wanna let everyone hear you, mhm?" your secretary nodded through bleary eyes, warm tongue tracing over your fingers.

just as natasha was about to cum, her phone that was in her pocket started ringing again.

"answer it," you said after two rings. even without facing natasha, you knew she was wearing that adorably sulky expression.

"don't wanna," natasha whined, still trying to chase the fragments of her second orgasm that were fading away. you frowned at her disobedience.

"answer it or i'll take out my cock."

the threat left natasha clenching even harder around you, which in turn only made you push the cock an inch further. "don't you dare stop," natasha gasped, hands reaching out behind to grab you.

deciding you had enough of her back-talk, you simply reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone and answering it for her.

"hey, nat? are you almost there? you told me you would come." bruce's voice crackled over the static of the call.

natasha's mortified expression quickly morphed into one of pleasure when you traced a finger over her glistening folds.

'you will be cumming,' you mouthed to your secretary with a shit-eating grin, as she rolled her eyes at you.

propping her up onto the desk, natasha was fully naked, save for her high heels, long legs hanging off the edge of the table. you had entrapped her in your arms, palms resting on either side of her body, still fully-clothed and standing.

"uh, nat? you there?"

you pressed the speakerphone next to her mouth, before gently stroking her clit. natasha bit back a moan, eyes accusing yet submissive.

"y-yeah," natasha managed to say somewhat steadily. then she fumbled. "i'll be there in a sex- sec! i'll be there in a sec,"

you bit back a chortle, distracting yourself by spreading her legs and moving to suck hickeys onto her thigh. natasha tried to push your head away, but she didn't really deny your touches.

"uhh okay, are you sick? you sound unwell."

natasha wasn't even half-listening at this point, eyes trained onto your mouth that was leaivng kisses higher and higher up her thigh. so close, yet so far.

you gave her a soft lick mid-thigh, and natasha nearly fell apart there and then.

"i'm - oh, fuck!" natasha trailed off into an airy moan when you delved your tongue into her folds, far too impatient.

"sorry, sorry! i'm- i saw a bug- it's very - jesus christ, it's moving very fast. bugs are pieces of shits who have no manners - ah! - you know what, i'll call you back later! bye!"

natasha was the one to break first, desperately pressing the 'end call' button. you smirked.

"oh, so i'm a bug now? can bugs make you scr-"

before you knew it, natasha was pulling you in to taste her further in. your tongue explored her warm cavern, lapping at all the juices she left in your wake.

when you found that one spot, it was then that her overstimulated cunt met its climax, the orgasm taking over a hold of her body in spasms of pleasure.

you shoved two fingers into natasha's open mouth to shut her up as she drooled, mouth dumbly sucking. her screams were muted into a blabbering mess of pleasured sighs.

before your secretary could even properly come down from her kaleidoscopic high, a knock on the door captured your attentions within a matter of seconds.

your eyes locked with natasha's, and fear flashed in hers. but all you did was move to sit at your desk, with an eerie calmness, hand hovering over the automatic sensor to unlock the door.

natasha spluttered as you gestured for her to crawl under your desk with a smirk of sinful delights. 

so when one of your co-workers walked into your office with a file report in hand, they were blissfully unbeknownst to that ever-willing secretary of yours, hidden under the desk, quietly sucking on your cock once again.

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[marvelfilth]

Torn (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

Warnings: set during AoA, kryptonian!reader, love triangle, established Natasha x reader - fwb situation, somewhat toxic!Natasha, smut, violence, jealousy

Summary: after your home planet is destroyed, you find a new home in Asgard, but when your brother brings you along to Earth, you find more trouble than you expected.

Masterlist

"F-fuck, Y/n. Right there… Yes." The woman below you pants in your ear, nails scraping down your back to grip your butt possessively.

Your hips move faster, deeper with each thrust, making her moan. "You could've told me you were coming back today," you grunt.

She digs her nails into your skin and you hiss in annoyance, slapping her inner thigh. "Do that one more time and I'm not fucking you for a week."

The spy lets out a throaty laugh that turns into a scream when your thrusts suddenly become harsh and uncoordinated, your hands pressing down her hips. Her tits bounce with each push, her perky nipples begging for attention. You look up to her tear stricken face, enjoying the sight of her reddened cheeks and bleeding lips.

"It was- fuck… u-undercover," she's breathless, stuttering, "... secret," she manages at last, pulling your face down to her breasts, knowing you still have something to say.

You're annoyed and maybe a little bit hurt, but you still let her guide you, eagerly sucking on the tender skin, grazing her nipples with your teeth.

Maybe she'll finally agree to talk to you after.

She comes with a stifled cry, hiding her face in the crook of your neck and gets up as soon as her body stops shaking.

You have a lot of things to say, but your mouth is suddenly too dry and your throat too hoarse, so you sit on the edge of your bed and watch her dress.

"Thank you," she kisses you on the corner of your mouth, lingering, nose nuzzling against yours when she pulls away.

She looks reluctant to leave and you hope she doesn't.

The door clicks shut on her way out.

×××

"No daydreaming on the mission briefings." Clint snaps his fingers in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You blink, eyes refocusing to see everyone staring at you in question.

"What?" You ask, shifting in your seat.

"Stark wants to know if you like your new suit," Natasha asks with a smirk on her face.

You look up at the screen in front of the room and there it is - yet another heavily modified piece of clothing you undoubtedly going to destroy on your next mission.

You can admit it looks better than the previous one, the red is much deeper and the blue is not as obnoxious, but they still clash, not coming together as seamlessly as the one you wore back home, but that's the best Stark can offer and you're thankful he's even trying, so you nod in appreciation and send him a grateful smile.

"Think this one will fall apart mid flight?" Thor teases, reminding you of one of your most embarrassing moments.

It happened when you first joined the team. Tony made you wear a suit he made, claiming it was good to match with the team, so you've listened to make him happy and fit in better. It's a good thing you wore your underwear from Asgard that day.

"Now that it's settled we should move on to the purpose of this briefing," Steve waited until he had everyone's attention before continuing, "now that Thor is finally here we can finally take back the Scepter…" he continues with the details and you easily tune him out, focusing on the redhead woman across from you instead.

The corner of her lip is still quirked up, her eyes trained on Steve as he gestures to the map on the screen behind him. You look down at your hands on the table, fiddling with your thumbs.

You wish you were better at reading humans.

“You okay?” Clint leans into your side to whisper discreetly.

You nod, managing a convincing smile. “Didn't get much sleep is all.”

He glances at Natasha not so subtly, his brows furrowing. You think he's the only one who knows about the two of you, or, at least, he suspects.

“You know what you're doing, right?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, not knowing at all.

×××

You're hovering over the base, looking through the walls for Scepter, when you first see her.

The girl looks about your age, you think, maybe a little younger, and she is busy talking to a silver haired man. They look too out of place, dressed like high schoolers and unbothered by the attack. You frown when the girl whispers a quiet "take care of the big guy" to the boy, your mouth dropping open in shock when he runs almost fast enough to go unnoticed by you. Almost.

Deciding it's your time to intervene you warn the team before landing in front of the back entrance, eyes trained on the girl behind the door. You don't know what she's capable of and you find yourself intrigued. The door opens with a squeak and you wince, mutterings a curse under your breath.

She's out of sight by the time you enter, but you can still hear her erratic heartbeat.

"Come out," you say, tilting your head to the right. You heard enough to know she's hiding in the shadow.

You hear her gulp before she steps into your field of view, her shoulder grazing yours as she comes to stand in front of you.

She is beautiful, you think, taking note of redness in her pupils.

"You know who we are," you wait for her to nod before continuing, "you can come with me." You offer your hand, palm up, and wait for her to decide.

She scoffs and her eyes turn redder. "What makes you think I want to?" There's red around her fingers now and you find yourself curious to find out what she can do.

You smile. "You will come with us one way or another. I'd prefer not to hurt you."

You realise your mistake as soon as the words leave your mouth.

Suddenly, there's red everywhere and you're out of the building, flying through the door to the other end of the backyard. You feel a pressing weight on your chest, and when you look down you see red wisps enveloping your body, keeping you pinned to the ground.

You look up when a shadow falls on your face.

She crouches with a smirk planted on her smug face, and moves your hair out of your face. "You can come with me," she offers, mirth in her eyes and you let out a breathless laugh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back.

"I'm afraid I have to say no," you whisper after a moment, strangely content at the mercy of your enemy.

She hums, waving her hand over you and you feel the weight disappear.

When you open your eyes she's no longer there.

×××

"You just let her go?" Natasha asks later that night, her head nestled on your chest after hours of hiding her moans in a pillow as you pounded into her.

You snort. "She's a witch, Nat, I don't think I can keep up with magic."

She lifts her head to look at you, eyes searching for something you're not even aware of. "You're the fastest person on this planet. Faster than her brother, and certainly faster than her."

You look away, closing your eyes in embarrassment. You didn't even think about your speed when you faced the witch.

You feel her get up from bed, and you open your eyes, reaching for her, "Natasha- " Her eyes flash, and you close your mouth.

She shakes her head. "She distracted you. And you let her go," she huffs and bends down to pick up her panties.

You get up and catch her wrist. "Can you tell me what's going on?" You ask, searching her eyes for an answer, but you're an alien and she's the best spy in the world so you're left even more confused.

She opens her mouth for a split second before snapping it shut. She pulls away and puts on a shirt before finally speaking, "I saw the footage."

You frown.

"Didn't know it only takes a little flirting and a pretty face to make you let an enemy go," she hisses through clenched teeth.

Your mouth drops open in shock.

"Are you-" you let out a breathless chuckle at the mere thought before finally getting yourself together, "are you jealous?"

You can hear her jaw grinding, can hear her nails dig into the soft skin of her palm.

And yet, you still can't believe what she just said.

"You're a fucking hypocrite, Natasha," you say, and a split second later you're dressed and out in the nearby field, searing up towards the sky.

You don't see her falling back into the pillow you layed on mere seconds ago, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

×××

There's a party the next day, and a part of you just wants to hop in your pod and disappear in the depths of space.

Another part of you wants to see Natasha happy and content, basking in the warmth of your arms. You know she'll never allow anyone to know about the two of you, but still, hope blossoms in your chest when you first see her go down the stairs. She moves right past you towards the bar, and you see Banner approach her with a nervous smile. His flirting is awkward and you pity the man, awaiting Natasha's response.

She flirts back.

"So… You and Romanoff?" Steve comes to stand beside you, smiling his fatherly smile, and you fight the urge to run away.

"You should tell her," he presses on, "she's not the most open person in the world, but from what I know about her, I think… there's a good chance for the two of you to be happy."

You've told her.

She doesn't like you back.

You shoot him a quick, awkward smile. "I'll think about it."

He nods, satisfied and walks up to the pair, his eyes widening when he overhears the last bit of their conversation. He winces and looks back at you, knowing you probably heard it all by now.

You shake your head at the concerned look he sends your way, and walk to sit on the couch, closing your eyes for a moment, letting your hearing go wild, listening in on an argument on the other side of the city, anything to remove yourself from this situation. The argument doesn't last too long, the engaged pair making up not even ten minutes later and you move your attention back to the party.

When you open your eyes Thor is sitting beside you, daring Clint to pick up his hammer. You sit up straighter, curious to see where it might go.

"Everyone knows it's some kind of a trick." His fingers wrap around the handle, but the hammer doesn't move an inch, much to the archers embarrassment.

Tony appears seemingly out of nowhere to make fun of Barton and you join in on the laughter, enjoying the rare moment of happiness, momentarily forgetting about your not so fun predicament.

Thor winks at you, enjoying this way more than he probably should, and hands you a bottle of Asgardian beer.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Natasha join your little game, Steve hot on her heels. She looks a little out of place, eyes laced with uncertainty when she sees an empty spot by your side. With a slight push from Steve she sits, careful not to touch you.

Banner is left standing a few feet away.

"It's simple physics," Tony grins, attempting to lift the weapon. His eyes narrow when it stays in its spot.

You rub your eyes when he decides to embarrass himself even further, calling Rhodes for backup and putting on his suit. The ridiculous game goes on, and Steve decides to try, you don't bother to watch, but then you hear metal scraping against the fine wood of the coffee table. Your head snaps up to look at Thor and immediately you know he heard it too, his eyes going comically wide for a split second before closing in relief when Steve doesn't pull harder, letting the hammer stay in its place.

"Natasha?" Banner nudges the redhead.

You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your bear. You want to go and finish the drink in the solitary of your room, maybe let out a few tears, but you promised Thor you'd stay until the very end, knowing he's set to leave in a few short days.

"I don't want to know the answer to that question," she says before taking a sip of her beer.

"Y/n?" Thor invites you to try, but you shake your head no, an excuse already on your tongue when you first hear it.

The screeching is loud enough to hurt humans, but to your enhanced hearing it's pure torture. You fall to the floor, covering your ears, letting out a silent cry and Natasha is by your side immediately, pressing you into her side, trying to ground your hearing. You hiss in pain, your head feels like it's being slit open, and you think Natasha is saying something, but you can't focus on a single thing.

The next second you feel her lips against yours and the sound is gone, replaced by Natashas frantic heartbeat.

"Focus on me, baby, come on," Natasha whispers against your lips, words barely audible. You nod, trying to regain your senses.

Her kisses move lower to your chin, then to your jaw, her fingers skimping under the hem of your shirt, setting the skin of your lower stomach on fire.

"Stay with me, baby," she mumbles in your ear.

There's a fight going on around you, robots flying around destroying everything in sight, but the only thing you see is Natasha's glistening eyes as she pulls away to check on you.

Then she's pulling you up and out of the room, narrowly missing a piece of metal flying her way, your eyes flicker around and you stop in your tracks, ready to join the fight and end it in seconds, but then there's a tug on your hand.

"They'll handle it. Let me take care of you."

You nod, feeling hope blossom in your chest.

Maybe Steve's right.

×××

They handled it and now you're off to Africa, getting ready to fight a villainous robot made of vibranium. The jet is weirdly silent - Tony's sulking in the corner, unusually quiet, Steve stares him down from his seat, jaw grinding in annoyance and you wonder what happened after Natasha led you to her room. You tried to pry away, ready to run back and join on the planning, but she didn't budge, staring you down until you relented and fell against the sheets, her fingers making quick works of your belt buckle.

Now though, she's back to acting like she doesn't care, her eyes trained on the skyline and you can't even pretend you aren't hurt.

"We are close," you warn the team, already searching for the target. Your eyes lock on the pair talking to Ultron. "The twins are there, on the second floor, talking to Ultron. We need to hurry."

Natasha looks at you for the first time since you boarded the jet. "Stay away from the witch. We'll handle her."

You scoff at her tone, mildly pissed at her bossing you around. "You're ordering me around now?" you force through gritted teeth.

Her eyes narrow and she looks like she wants to say more, but Tony pushes her out of the way to jump out of the jet, Thor and Steve following right behind him, and she's left glaring daggers at your back as you hurry along.

You look for the witch the moment you land.

She's easy to find, hiding in the shadows, waiting for a perfect moment to strike, while her brother runs around wrecking havoc.

"Little witch," you call out, startling her enough to make her jump up.

Her eyes flash in annoyance, but the second she sees it's you her lips stretch in a one sided smile. "I have a name, you know."

You nod, your lips stretching into a full blown grin. You remember how your last conversation ended, but you don't care much about the possibility of her hurting you.

"I won't," she says, like she just read your mind.

You suppose she might have, she is a witch after all.

She shakes her head, letting out a huff of laughter, "There's a lot of things I can do," her eyes flash dangerously, her smile now with a hint of malice, "make sure not to cross me." She winks and turns just in time to step out of her brother's way.

You blink, cursing yourself for getting so distracted again, and dart after her brother. It is an easy ordeal, and mere seconds later you have him pinned to the ground.

"You really should let me go," he grunts against the concrete, wiggling against your hold.

"I am an alien, not an idiot," you scoff, easing your hold on him just a little.

He stills for a moment, craning his neck to take a look at you, "An alien?"

His eyes are full of wonder, and suddenly you're reminded that the two of them are young, the same age you were when you first stepped foot on Earth.

You sigh, looking around for a cage of some sort or a piece of metal to bend around the runner.

"Why are you helping them?" He asks, wonder replaced by anger. "Do you know what he did?"

There it is. An old basement with a bulletproof door.

"Making a bomb and launching it at civilians are two very different things, you know?" You quip and his eyes flash in indignation, but before he can start his rant you push him inside, locking the door and bending the metal for a good measure.

"He did some shitty things in the past, but at least he never joined the Nazis."

You walk away, painfully aware of the truth in your words. Now that you've said it out loud you're faced with the fact that the witch you've grown to like just after two short interactions is not a good person.

Shaking your head you make your way up, one down, two to go. You squint in the dark, trying to spot Ultron, but he's nowhere to be found and neither is Tony, so you mentally brace yourself to face the witch again, but the second you step on the landing you see Thor's slumped form.

"Hey!" You shake his shoulders and slap his face for good measure and his eyes open. He's blinking rapidly, like he just woke up from a long nap, his eyes glossed over.

"Y/n!" He whispers feverishly, and pulls you in a bone crushing hug. "You're okay, of course you're okay. That witch. She warped my mind," he pants, pushing you away, "You need to make sure everyone else is okay."

You look him over, and once you're sure he's not hurt you nod, pulling him up to his feet, and take off in the direction of Natasha's heartbeat.

You stop in your tracks as soon as your eyes fall on the trembling woman. Tears stream down her face, but her eyes are focused on the floor, unblinking. She doesn't move when Clint presses her into his side, doesn't flinch when he hauls her up to her feet, but when her eyes register you she jumps as if burned, clutching at Clint.

You take a step closer, your own eyes watering, but she looks like she might throw up if you move any closer.

Clint sends you a look and shakes his head, mouthing, "I've got her."

She limps past you, shaking so violently you're sure even a human can notice.

They move past you and suddenly all you see is red.

Moving faster than the speed of light you have the witch pressed against the wall, her fingers clutched in your vice grip.

She looks up, her eyes wide and terrified.

Good, you think.

"What did you do to her?" You growl in her face, pushing her into the wall with your whole body.

No way you'll let her escape this time.

Her throat constricts. "I- Her biggest fear. I showed her her biggest fear." She sinks her body against the wall, trying to wrangle her hands out of your grip. Her heart is thrumming violently and you can't tell if the tiny skip of a beat is a result of her fear or her lie.

"She'll be fine in a few hours, I swear." Her eyes lock with yours, so unbelievably green, and you feel yourself slipping away. "Just let me go," she asks, pushing her body forwards, her fingers slipping away from your hold. Her face tilts forward until your lips are almost touching. “Let me go,” she whispers. You don't see the wisps of her magic swirl around her fingers, too focused on the way her lips move. Too many thoughts swarm your brain, but you find yourself focusing on one. You want her to close the gap.

"That's right, you want me to kiss you." Her lips almost brush against yours in a gentle peck. Your grip on her weakens completely and you're enveloped in her arms. Suddenly, she's everywhere. In your arms, in your head, in your heart. "I'm sorry about this," she whispers before pushing you off the ledge.

There's red everywhere and you find yourself falling and falling…

…and falling until your back hits the ground with a painful thud.

"Y/n! Get up. Come on." Your father helps you up, tilting your head to check the injury, but you can't focus on his face, all you can see is purple.

The planet under your feet rumbles, splitting open yet again, making your father forget about tending to your bloodied forehead in favor of hauling you up over his shoulder.

"No." You push against his shoulders when you finally realize where he's taking you. "No! I'm staying with you," you cry out, wiping the tears out of your eyes.

The sight in front of you is a nightmare. A sick, deranged nightmare. You can see the man responsible for this hold up the purple stone higher in the air, another powerful wave destroying everything in its wake.

"We have to fight, dad! We have to stop him! What about mom?!" You scream until your throat hurts, but your father doesn't budge, pushing you through double doors leading to the pods.

"We will fight," he promises, putting you down. "But you… you're destined for greatness, my child. You can't die fighting a losing battle." He places a kiss on your temple, pushing a syringe into your side.

You stare at him in betrayal, fighting against him with all your might, but your limbs get too heavy and your eyes start closing on their own.

You're pushed in the pod and your father types coordinates for Asgard. "They'll treat you as their own," he chokes, trying to fight tears, "I love you, my sweet girl."

"Y/n!"

You sit up, gasping for breath, eyes darting around the room.

"Y/n, a little help!"

Tony's voice sounds from your comms and you shudder.

"I can't-" you sob, looking around you, searching for the witch, but she's long gone, and all you can do is sit in the dark and hope someone will come and get you.

"I don't know what you saw there, kid, but our green friend might chew me up any second now. I really need you," he pleads.

Your hands shake and your legs tremble as you stand up, forcing the memory to the back of your mind. You close your eyes, letting the tears fall and tear through the roof, unaware of a pair of eyes watching you leave.