《Natasha Romanoff one-shots // Natasha x reader ;)》sit on my face* pt.2
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SMUT***
for the gay sluts or whatever ❤️🩹
"Hey-" she smirks, walking in with her arms crossed. I find that Natasha is always quite angry after her missions, she'll sometimes act like a total ass for days. But there's just something about her in her black widow suit that does things to me. It makes me go crazy.
"Someone's angry-" I smirk, waking over to her and wrapping my arms around her waist. "How was your mission?" I question, giving her a small kiss on her head.
She sighs and pulls me in tight. "A waste of time." She mutters. I just hum at her in reply, knowing that going into all the details would bury her into a worse mood.
"You know what would make me feel better?" She questions quietly, letting go so she could see my face. I sigh and roll my eyes. "Go away-"
"Come on- you've been threatening me with the whole 'if you don't shut up then I'm going to sit on your face' thing all week-" she whines with a fake pout. It's true, I have been doing that. Her hands glide down to my ass, giving me a light, playful smack.
"I would, but I would rather have you sit on my face-" I smirk, looking her up and down. I would let those thighs do anything to me. And I mean anything. I would gladly die because of her thighs. Any day.
She bites her lip and picks me up by my ass. "Why didn't you just say so."
She carries me to the bed and throws me down, nearly knocking the wind out of me. "I'm going to ride your face-" she says, towering over me.
"What you waiting for then?" I watch as she slowly unzipped her suit, her chest bouncing out as she did so. She stripped off her underwear and got on my lap.
"I'm getting impatient-" I say rolling my eyes at her. "Taste of your own medicine." Smug little bitch. Before I could even argue about it, she ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me in for a hot kiss as she started stripping my clothes. Once the both of us were naked, she moved down and left some kisses on my neck.
"Mh- I love you but please sit on my face-" I groan, growing extremely needy for her taste. She shakes her head at me and chuckles. "I'll go at my own pace y/n." Suddenly her tone was cold and demanding.
She positioned herself on top of me and gently clenched her thighs around my neck.
Without another warning her pussy was on my lips and she was slowly riding me. Her moans are enough for me to simply come undone.
I used my tongue to further stimulate her pussy, but obviously being Natasha, she would rather do the work herself. Her hands went to my hair and grasped onto it tightly as she moved at a faster pace.
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"Oh fuck y/n-" she moaned. I grabbed onto her thighs and just lie there as she used me to get herself off. I would happily die like this, between her thighs and breathless.
I sucked hard on her clit, which made her move faster, her moans growing louder but breathier. "Fuck- right there-" Her thighs clenched tighter and tighter with every second. I knew she was close.
"I'm-I'm gonna-" before she could even finish her sentence, she started to slow down and practically screamed as she came on my face. "Oh fuck y/n-" she breathed. Her thighs shook and her body practically collapsed on top of me as she slowly got off of my body.
"You done up there?" I chuckle, catching my breath and licking my lips. She lies down and pants heavily.
I pull her in for a kiss, but quickly pull away and smile down at her. "More-" she whines, pulling me by my neck and kissing me again. The kiss escalated into a hotter, needier kiss. She loves having a sense of control, and she does that often by grasping onto my neck so that I'm quite literally begging for my life.
After a while of kissing, she started teasing with my nipples. She pulls away from the kiss, our faces just inches away and smirks at me.
"Aw, are you out of breath already?" She chuckles as she continues to toy with my nipples, her hand still attached to my neck the whole time.
"Now it's your turn." Her grip tightened for a split second, before releasing, and caressing the skin she had just bruised.
I shook my head and chuckled. "Why are you laughing?" She quizzes, scowling down at me.
"Because I don't wanna...hurt your face or anything..." I reply quietly, sitting down next to her.
"What? Y/n did I hurt you or something?" She asks, concern evident on her face. I shake my head and furrow my brows at her. "No- no you didn't- I just-"
"Silly girl, you aren't going to hurt me. Sit on my face." I just roll my eyes at her and run my fingers through my hair.
"What if I-"
"No. Sit. Now. If I stop breathing, which I won't, then it's on me. I want you to fucking sit on my face y/n, ride me, use me. Sit."
I sigh and straddle her again. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm less secure of myself as she is. "If I kill you or break your neck then it's on you." I inform, kissing her head.
"You won't. And if you do, I would be ok with it babe. Now stop whining and fucking sit on me." I smirk at her and position myself closer.
She grabs onto my thighs and pulls me down. I instantly let out loud moans as her tongue got into action. I started slow, holding onto the headboard as her tongue flicked over my clit.
"Oh shit-" I breathed, as her grip on my thighs tightened, and her tongue only moved faster. I started grinding faster and harder onto her face as I felt myself coming closer already. Her tongue curled up inside of me as she squeezed my thighs again. She moved me forward, her nose lightly nudging my sensitive bud.
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Her hands squeezed my ass as her tongue continued to dip deeper into my core. I started slowing my pace down, feeling my back arch, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"Oh god- Nat-" I shout, grasping onto her hair as I released, feeling the pure ecstasy of my orgasm.
I fall back down onto the bed and sigh tiredly. She got on top of me and kissed me passionately, the sweet taste of sex lingering on her tongue.
She pulled away and wrapped her arms around me. "I told you I would live." She jokes, pulling the cover over the both of us.
"Be quiet- that was amazing-" i say before letting out a loud yawn. "Mhm, told you." She smiles, giving my cheek a small kiss.
"Well, time to get up, we need to shower-" she says getting off of me again. I just groan at her and shake my head. "Absolutely not. Time for bed-"
"No детка (babe), showerrrrr time, and then bed." She frowns, pulling me up by my arms. I groan again and roll my eyes.
"Tasha- I'm about to fall asleep." I whine tiredly.
"Ok then we'll take a bath and you can fall asleep." She leaves and starts filling the tub with water.
"Stubborn bitch." I mutter, rubbing my eyes. "I heard that!" She shouts, walking back in and pulling me out of bed again.
"Yea, well it was directed towards you, so I'm glad you heard it." I reply, as she practically dragged me to the bathroom.
"You're acting like a child. I don't care how sleepy you are love, I'm making sure you're clean." She informs. It's not like I have much of a choice anyway, is it? Natasha's extremely passionate about aftercare, even if we didn't do anything too crazy in bed.
"It won't take long ok? And then you can watch any movie you like, and I'll bring you any food you want and we can cuddle in bed, and then you can fall asleep."
I roll my eyes at her again with a smile as she pulls me into the tub. "You are a stubborn bitch." I mutter, sitting between her thighs. "And you're brat."
I knew she just wanted to leave it at that, but quite frankly I'm not happy that she dragged me in here, even if she meant good. "Keep talking to me like that-" I whisper, my hand trailing down between my thighs.
"I think someone's forgetting who's in charge here hm?" She husked. I slowly start rubbing my own clit, before her hand grabs a firm hold of my wrist.
"Let me help you with that-" she places my hand back on my thigh, and starts teasing my wet folds. I groan at how slow her actions were.
"Please nat-" I whine, trying to grind onto her hands for more friction. "Please what hm? What do you want princess?"
"You- please touch me nat, please-" I begged, leaning my head against her shoulder. "Needy little slut." She scoffed, pressing her thumb against my clit.
That simple action forced a loud moan to slip from my lips. It's the way she speaks to me that gets me off so fast.
"Look at you, grinding yourself against my fingers. Maybe I should just stay like this and watch you desperately try to stimulate yourself, how does that sound?" I whimper at her words.
"N-no, please- I need you. Wanna feel you inside of me-" i hummed. "That's what I thought."
After what felt like eternity, her digits dip into my needy core. "Look at you. Ive only got my fingers in you and you're already shaking-" she hummed, sending vibrations through my whole body.
"Oh fuck-" I cry out, as her fingers curled deeper into my pussy. "Watch that mouth you little brat." She spat out sternly.
"M' so close-" I whisper breathlessly. She had nothing to say about it though, just kept on rubbing my thigh and curling her fingers.
"Nat- I'm gonna cum-" I whine, grabbing onto her thighs. "Hands off." It was getting uncontrollably hard to hold it all in, I don't think I could hold it any longer.
I kept panting heavily, but she took no notice of my state. "Tasha-" I nearly cried, digging my nails into her thighs, despite what she had said.
"Bad girl, didn't I tell you not to do that hm?" Her fingers never seemed to slow down, and I was definitely at the peak of my patience. I let go of her thighs, but continue to groan.
"Aw, poor baby, can't even tell me what she wants-" she chuckles mockingly at me. "Please let me cum-" I beg.
"Do better than that y/n."
"Please Natasha- please please, let me cum- I can't hold it much longer-" I whispered pleadingly. She sighed and thought about it for what felt like eternity.
"Go on. Cum for me."
And with that, I released all over her fingers, my body collapsing onto hers tiredly. "I think that's enough for one night-" she sighs, pulling me close and playing with my hair.
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a/n
I didn't proof read this because I'm pretty sure I wrote it in a tent but I don't remember so all apologies if it's bad. I might post more smut this week, depends how I feel. my whole body is aching so bad rn my ass is burnt and I'm so hungover and I logged into my Minecraft for the first time in months and my whole world is gone so #sad, ok anyway stay safe x
-mim
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