Starstudded

im back sorry guysb 😭

Who and want I write for

Who I write for:

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Carol Danvers

Maria hill

(I know that's so short but that's like all I know)

What I won't write for

. Men (only going to be with a female reader. I'm not sorry lmao)

. Incest

. foot fetish

. watersports (piss play or piss kink)

. Age play

. Detailed abuse

. pedophilia

. certain au's (vampires, werewolves and calling them alpha's and omega's.)

What I will write for

. G!p Character

. Smut

. Fluff

. Some angst

. Female reader

. Some kinks

. and basically, anything else you can think of because I can't.

You're such a great writer, hoping to be friends fr

-🤡

YES WE CAN BE FREINFSD pls talk to me on here pls, and thank you so much. I appreciate it a lot 🫶

Can you do a smut where R is teasing Natasha, like sending her sexy pics and whimper while Natasha is on a mission and when she got home she F r senselessly?

Double take

Warnings: Spanking, oral (r receiving), Strap on sex (r receiving), Dirty talk, Sending nudes, masturbating, marking, and I think that's it

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

Word count: 3k

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The desolate and poorly illuminated room persisted in its frigid state. The absence of your beloved girlfriend was palpable, leaving you in solitude once more.

As you shifted onto your side, a sudden gasp escaped your lips, echoing in the empty room. The sheets beside you were void of Natasha's presence, serving as a harsh reminder of her absence for the next five days. Though it may seem like a short duration to some, the void left by her departure was palpable, as your reliance on her was immense.

As you lay in bed, restlessly shifting from side to side, the once perfectly tucked-in sheets have now become a mess, crumpled and scattered all over. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as your mind was fixated on the thoughts of Natasha.

As you reminisce about the past, you can't help but recall the sweet words she whispered in your ear. Her assurances that you were the epitome of perfection and that she could never imagine being with anyone else send a small but genuine smile to your lips.

You longed for her presence, yearning to feel her warmth beside you once more.

As you reach out to the nightstand to grab your phone, the dimly lit room offers a sense of comfort. Your fingers feel the cool surface of your phone as your eyes struggle to adjust to the sudden flash of your lock screen. You notice a few notifications, mostly from Wanda and Carol. However, the one message you were hoping for, from Natasha, is nowhere to be seen.

As you glance at your phone, you realize that it's already 4:36 in the morning. You put it back on the nightstand and attempt to fall back asleep. However, you find yourself tossing and turning and unable to drift into slumber. With nothing else to do, you unlock your phone and peruse through your contacts. You stop at Natasha's name, contemplating whether or not to message her. You hesitate, whispering to yourself, "Should I really text her?" while gazing at her contact, unsure if you should initiate a conversation.

Your mind is filled with uncertain thoughts. However, you crave her presence so deeply, yearning for the warmth of her embrace, the comfort of her cuddles, the kisses she would give you, and the touch of her fingers...

A sudden idea strikes your mind, causing you to sit up on the bed. A small but meaningful smirk adorns your face as you ponder over the thought. You proceed to pull your shirt over your head, lost in deep contemplation. Leaving you in only a bra and panties.

Still looking over her contact, you press the screen gently. Allowing you to see the previous texts from a few days ago. Pressing the camera icon, you angle the phone so it can capture your body. Your chin was left in the fame. The camera mostly focuses on your white lace bra and white lace thong. The camera captured you sitting on your knees. One of your hands rested on your thigh while the other hand pressed the button to get the photo. After carefully examining the photo, you come to the conclusion that it could make Natasha think of you in a way that she would need you. You decide to add a heartfelt caption that reads, "Miss you so much baby <3" trying to throw her mind off guard from the photo on top of the message and confidently press the send button.

It's impressive how quickly Natasha responded to the message in just five minutes. Right now, all you can see is the three dots, which means she's working on her reply. You feel a little nervous, of course, you've shared photos like this before. Just, not while Natasha was on a mission. You honestly didn't know how she was going to react to it.

'"I'm warning you, Y/n, don't start," Natasha quickly replies to you.

Not listening to Natasha, you quickly remove your bra and take another photo to send to her. What could be se bad about it? She would probably forget what you did as soon as she came back from her mission.

You sat in the same position as in the last photo, this time you brought your hand up to one of your boobs. Groping it slightly for the photo. Looking over the photo once more, making sure that it looked good. Clicked the send button and waited for Natasha to respond again.

"Jesus, y/n. It's 5 in the morning," Natasha replied promptly to your message.

"Is there something wrong with the photo?" you texted Natasha, trying to be oblivious to the fact you were sending her pictures of you halfway naked.

"Y/n, you know that's not what I meant. I'm in a hotel room with Maria and Thor. Getting me worked up right now isn't going to make things easy for you when I get back home my sweet girl."

"Alright, I'm sorry Nat. I won't send anything else..." You texted her that response, knowing that you were still going to send her something else. I mean, you just miss her so much. Who could blame you?

Clicking the camera button once more you decide to make this one a video.

Once the red button gets smaller you start your movements. The hand that's not holding the phone travels down your body. stopping when it gets to your panties. Slowly pulling them down to your mid-thigh. Letting out a low moan when the cold air hit your cunt. Stopping for a few seconds, you turn your body over to the nightstand to turn on the lamp that stood above the piece of furniture.

Once the room was illuminated by the light, you got back to the actions. Laying down on your back and angling the camera so it could capture your pussy, leaking with your juices.

Your hand slowly circles your clit, and another moan erupts from your mouth, pretending the hand was Natasha's. "Need you so bad Nat." You moan out into the air, your hips bucking up slightly from your movements on your clit.

Your hand suddenly stops its movements. The feeling of more pleasure coursing through your body. Your middle finger runs its way down your wet folds, teasing your hole, you thrust the tip of your finger in and out of your pussy. Hisses and sighs leave your mouth. The smallest amount of pleasure felt so good in your desperate state.

You finally pushed your whole finger into your cunt. Moaning at the way it filled you up. Yet, it still wasn't enough for you. Even with the thought of Natasha fucking you roughly with her fingers. You still needed more.

Moan after moan leaves your mouth, and another finger enters your pussy, trying hard to get yourself off. Natasha had you hooked. Ever since she fucked you for the first time you haven't been able to get off on your own, always needing her help.

The two fingers move at a faster pace, trying everything that they could to make you reach the high that you needed. Your legs start to shake. An indication that you might get that release that you've been waiting on. "Fuck, Nat." You moan out. Your eyes shut tightly as the hand that once circled your clit moved up to your boob, circling your nipple.

It only took a few more minutes before your high. Your legs close around your hand and lower arm. A loud moan leaves your mouth, you almost forget about the camera that was recording you.

Once the video had come to an end, you quickly sent it over to Natasha before placing your phone down on the nearby nightstand. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tried to catch your breath, the pleasure still coursing through your veins. Even though you knew that this was a risky decision to send the video, you couldn't help but feel elated by the attention that you had received from Natasha. Of course, you were aware that you probably be punished by Natasha. but the thrill of it all made it seem worth it. Now, all you can do is wait and see how Natasha reacts to the video.

You turned off the lamp that your phone lay under and tried to get some sleep.

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Today was the day that Natasha was supposed to come home. The past five days have been nothing but torture for you. Natasha had left your last video on read, leaving multiple worries through your mind.

As you settled onto the expansive couch, the warmth of the cushions enveloped you and you felt your body relax from the stress flowing through your mind. Your favorite movie played on the screen before you, the familiar scenes bringing a slight sense of comfort. You shifted a little, glancing towards the door as you anticipated Natasha's arrival.

As you sat on the couch, lost in your thoughts, the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of keys jingling outside the front door. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that it was Natasha, who was finally back from her mission. You watched with bated breath as the door swung open, revealing Natasha standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face.

"You have anything you want to say to me y/n" Natasha asks you while she sets her keys down on an accent table you two had bought. She waited for your response while slipping off her shoes.

"'M sorry N-."

"No, I don't care. I want you on the bed Naked right now." Natasha interrupts your pleading and swiftly makes her way to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.

Upon hearing her request, you carefully make your way upstairs, taking fast steps to ensure that you do not exacerbate the situation. Once you arrive in the bedroom, you reach for the lamp and switch it on, casting a warm glow throughout the room. You hurry to take off all your clothes and lay down on the bed. Waiting for Natasha to come into the room.

A few minutes later, Natasha enters the bedroom to see your sprawled out on the bed. Even though she only said a few words it made such an impact with how you reacted and Natasha loved it.

"So obedient, why couldn't you listen to me just like this when I texted you to stop baby?"

A tiny whine left your mouth after hearing her speak to you. "Don't know." You spoke out to her which she laughed at slightly and made her way over to you, looking down at your frame with hazy eyes.

"Such a fucking slut. Sending me videos of you fingering yourself even though I said not to? How needy could you be?" Natasha spoke to you before sitting down on the bed and manhandling you to a position where you lay down on her legs.

"'M sorry Natasha, didn't mean to."

"I know, you said that Detka." She spat out to you before one of her hands made contact with your ass. A red handprint showing on the skin she slapped. A gasp left your mouth with the sudden impact. "How many do you think you deserve?" "5-?"

"Only 5? You think you only deserve 5?"

"Yes..." You whisper, out to her. You were surprised she was able to hear what came out of your mouth. A slight redness coming over your face.

"How about 10, that seems so much better. Huh?"

You didn't respond back to her, only nodding your head and placing it down on the sheets. Even if you tried to go against it, you wouldn't be able to. She had full control over you.

Natasha rubbed the skin for a few seconds before slapping your ass hard once more. A moan left your mouth as your hand grasped the sheets beneath you tightly.

Natasha's free hand was rubbing up and down your back as her other hand made multiple collisions on your now red skin.

Once Natasha was done with the assault on your backside she sat you up on her lap examining your tear-stained face. A small smile appeared on her face knowing she made you this way. She could feel the wetness pooling on her thigh, her finger trailing down to your clit, giving it a small rub. Your hips jolt at the movement and a low moan leaves your mouth. "So wet already? Did me spanking you turn you on that much?" She asked you this knowing that you wouldn't be responding back to her.

Natasha laid you down on your back as she got on her knees and removed her shirt. Your eyes stare at her frame after she takes off the piece of clothing. Her abs were on display, her plaid boxers showing a bit. She had a spider tattoo right where her v-line started. You were in a trance, not being able to look up. That was until Natasha got down on her stomach and started to kiss the inside of your thighs.

She made her way to your cunt, licking a stripe of arousal. "Taste so good baby." she said to you before going back and licking your cunt messily, her sweet praises almost made you think she wasn't mad at you anymore.

Moans drag out of your mouth one by one. A hand coming down and gripping her red hair, shoving her closer to your cunt. Your hips bucking up to her face and she immediately places her strong hand over one of your hips to keep you down. You hate to admit it but you were so close to coming in such a short time. "s-so close Nat, please" you beg out to her. Your head thrown back on the bed as Natasha switched from sucking your clit to sloppily licking your folds and fucking you with her tounge.

She quickly pulled away from your pussy after she heard you were about to cum. Her mouth and lower chin were dripping from your juices. You let a loud whine and started up at Natasha with glossy eyes, hoping it would convince her to let you cum.

"Not gonna work y/n. Should've thought about what would happen before sending me that video." She said before taking off her sweatpants. She walks away to your closet, leaving you a bit confused on why she was going in there.

Your legs close over each other, trying to get some type of pleasure while waiting on Natasha.

Natasha comes back out in the same outfit. Plaid boxers and a sports bra, yet, you noticed something different. She was packing under her boxers.

She walks back over to you and gets on top of you. Her head lowering and slowly kissing your neck, leaving marks all over that will definitely bruise up.

"N-Nat" You moan out to her.

"Shh, just let me use this pretty body baby, okay?" She tells you before sliding her boxers down. The strap popping up and hitting her stomach.

"Please need you so bad Nat." You whimper out to her, waiting for her to do something.

She quickly lines the tip of her strap up against your hole, rubbing it up and down before pushing it in. A strangled moan left your mouth as she bottomed out inside of you. "My cock feel good inside of your pretty pussy?" She asked, to which you nodded. Wrapping your legs against her waist

Natasha thrusted into you at a fast pace, her hands grasping your hips while she fucks into you. "Mm-fuck Natasha feels so good." "Like the way I fuck you? 'Wonder if your friends know that you can be such a slut for my cock." Groans left her mouth as she says your tits jumped up and down the more, she thrusted into you.

Her strap hits your g-spot with every thrust. Her eyes close as she feels the toy press on her clit, giving her a good amount of pleasure. She took one of her hands and circled your erect clit, giving you more pleasure by the moment.

"Please Natahsa, l-let me cum. Please." You moan out to her, hands grasping at her back, leaving crescent shaped scratches on her back. "F-fuck cum with me." She says to you, placing her head in the crook of your neck. Her thrust start to become inconsistent the closer she gets to her high.

A loud moan leaves your mouth as you finally release on her strap. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your mouth is wide open as you try to ride it out.

With a few more thrusts Natasha cums, a groan leaving her lips as her head is down in the pillow. Her free arm wrapping around you tightly.

"You did so good baby," Natasha tells you before climbing off your body. Her face is now red with some hair sticking to her face.

"Just so you know, I loved the video. You just can't send me that stuff when i'm on a mission, okay?' She tells you before grabbing you a shirt and underwear.

"Yeah, I know, 'just needed you so bad." You say before sitting up to look at her. You see her walking away to the bathroom with a towel, coming back a few minutes later, she helps clean you off.

Once she's done cleaning you off, she helps you into one of her Radiohead shirts. "Thank you, Nat," "You're welcome my love, no go gets some sleep." She tells you while taking off the strap and cleaning it before she slips on another pair of boxers and a sports bra.

As you drift into a peaceful slumber, you feel the comforting embrace of Natasha's arms around your body. One of her arms reaches over to switch off the lamp on the nightstand, creating a soothing ambiance in the room.

I love soft nat

✧.* FLOUR N COOKIES.

— summary : when baking cookies with natasha turns into a flour fight.

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : fluff, fem!reader, established relationship, nat & reader live together, flour fights, pet names, nat being a tease.

a/n : it's october so the autumn-y fics r here !! also i am a firm believer that nat struggles to do basic cooking.

baking was something you've always loved to do, since ever. you loved the process of buying the ingredients, picking the flavours, toppings, decorations, everything.

you especially loved baking for other people. it's your way of showing that you love and care for them, a love language sort of.

and it's always been a tradition for you to bake fall cookies for your friends. today, you were baking them for clint.

it was the perfect time to bake. the weather was perfect, it was foggy but not too foggy since you could still see the reflection of sunlight. the music was playing in the background, and nothing could possibly ruin this you thought.

tying your apron, natasha walks in to help.

"you look good in that apron." she smirks.

you ignore the comment as you grab the eggs from the fridge. "stay focused, we need to finish these cookies."

"well, i'm more or so thinking that you should wear that apron more often." she teases. "these cookies are for clint. realistically, you should be taking the lead." you reply.

"i've never baked before."

"ever? in your entire life? not even once?"

"i'm pretty sure that's what the word never means." — "do you at least know how to crack open an egg?"

you were met with silence. is she serious?

"just crack these eggs to that bowl, please." you point. "like this?" she asks.

you stare at her in disbelief. she seems confused, possibly wondering what she did wrong.

"you know, maybe, without, the eggshells."

she looks down at the bowl, "i think we should leave it. crunchy cookies, you know? it adds more protein, so it's healthy." she awkwardly smiles.

"whatever, i'll just pick the eggshells out." you carefully grab the slippery shells.

"soooo.. what's next?" she wipes the egg residue on her pants. "i'll whisk the wet ingredients, you can help me by grabbing the flour and baking soda."

natasha nods, as she grabs the ingredients you asked for from the cabinets above. "you know i've always wanted to do this with someone." she says, toying with the bag of flour.

"yeah well, this feels more like a me effort instead of a team effort." you state. "there's no me in team." natasha replies.

"yes there is. there's an 'e' and an 'm'." you stated.

"you're so smart, detka. keep blabbering. see what happens."

was that a threat? you look up from the bowl to see her grab a handful of flour. "put that down. don't get closer." you commanded.

"or what?" — "or the cookies won't get done, and clint will have over-floured cookies."

natasha shuffles forward.

"nat. i swear. i just cleaned the floor this morning."

"i'm not even moving."

"i can see you shuffling towards me."

"i'm standing very still. actually, here, catch!" she throws the flour to you. your clean apron was now covered in flour.

"oh you are so gonna regret that, natasha."

you swiftly grab a handful of flour from the bag, throwing it right on her black top.

natasha gasps, before throwing another handful to your direction.

this went on for a good minute before natasha finally stopped it by grabbing the bag from you.

"okay, okay! time out. i've got to take a picture of you, you look like a ghost!"

"really? because you should really look in the mirror, natasha. i can barely make out the red in your hair right now."

she glances at the reflection of the fridge. "that's. rude."

"who looks like a ghost now?"

"you still do. if i poured the mixture on you with chocolate chips and put you in the oven, would you become a cookie?" she jokes.

"don't you dare mess with the mixture."

"don't worry, love. i'd still love you if you were a cookie." natasha smiles.

I'm going to be real. I might start writing for Ellie Williams, too, besides Natasha. And sorry for my inactivity. I'm back because I'm on summer break. Woo.

So high

Warnings: sub-top! Natasha, Pussy eating, cum eating, cowgirl, breeding, one slap, and yeah.

pairings: intersex: Natasha x fem reader.

Wordcount: 1.7k

Synopsis: You and Natasha decided to let loose and have some weed to ease your mind. Then, all of a sudden, Natasha becomes very horny and has a hard time fucking you.

A/n: Fear me because I'm back. This is going to be kind of bad and short as I get back into my flow, yk. Sorry. I didn't know how to end this, and this synopsis is so bad because I've never written one before for Smut.

"B-baby stop moving." Natasha slurs out to you as she has a firm grip on your ass. Her hard cock brushes up and down your thighs.

Soft moans and whimpers leave your mouth as you feel Natasha use her numb hands to get some friction on her crotch off of your pussy. Her eyes are bloodshot red and small mumbles leave her mouth about how hard she wants to fuck you.

"Fuck babe-can barely put my cock in your pussy." Her free hand is holding up the blunt to the side of your ass as she tries to push her cock into your pussy, which keeps on slipping out. A small smirk leaves Natasha's mouth as she finally feels you.

"Natasha..." You sigh out to your girlfriend. You turn your head back from the pillow where your face is stuffed to see what Natasha is doing.

She's focused on trying her hardest to put her cock in you, every attempt landing on it slipping out and bumping your clit. Her Ralph Lauren boxers are halfway down her thighs. Your eyes wander up her body slowly. The veins connecting to her v-line were more evident than ever. The faster she breathed, the more her abs accentuated.

"D-don't even worry babe, I..I got it. Swear." Natasha grunts out. Her hands finally being able to push her cock into you. A sudden moan leaves Natasha's mouth as she inches herself into you.

"Feels good, Nat, oh my god." You moan out into the pillow as you feel Natasha bottom out into you. You can still hear her loud moans. You can tell the weed the two of you did earlier had a more considerable effect on her than you.

"Shit, can't even move y/n." She mutters out as she falls on top of your body, her moans getting louder as you clench around her.

"Natasha?" you ask her. Her hands are wrapped around your waist as she quite literally clings to you.

Natasha appeared content with the situation at hand as she quietly spoke to herself once again, her lips moving almost imperceptibly. But you weren't. She got you all worked up so that she could fall right into your embrace.

"Holy fuck Natasha, what are you doing?"

"I'm fucking you." She mutters out to you and kisses her neck as her hips are still frozen in you.

As she moves her hips with gentle grace, a smile plays on her lips, exuding confidence as she asserts her claim over you. Her hands are under you on the bed as you are barely supporting the muscular weight that she has just put on top of you. Natasha's eyes are closed in a daze as she sets a reality of her fucking you.

"I-is it good?" She whines out into your ear as her hips make minor dents. It was filling; you can't even lie to yourself about her size. But, it wasn't filling enough to get you off.

"Natasha?" Your voice echoes softly in the dimly lit room as you gently call out to her, the sound barely audible amidst her. With a heavy heart, you turn your gaze, your eyes fixing upon her limp body draped heavily across your own.

"Oh-fuck, please keep on moaning o-out my name like that. Making you feel so good, I know I am."

"I knew this was a bad idea."

You groan audibly as you reluctantly switch positions with Natasha so she is at the bottom and you're at the top. Her dazed expression and lack of responsiveness just show you how truly out of it she is. Your hand quickly meets her cheeks and slaps it, bringing her out of her daze.

"Ouch! Tha-" She abruptly halts her sentence and lifts her gaze towards you. Her red eyes are now fixated on your body in all of your glory. How she isn't in control anymore, I mean, all she wanted to do was please you.

"W...what are you doing" She whines out, her hands quickly roaming up to your boobs to fondle with them. A small grunt leaves her mouth as you move your hips, which has her halting her movements on your chest and looking straight up at you.

"I'm getting myself off Natasha." You lean down and whisper into her ear.

"I-I thought I already did that...did I not?" She quickly pulls your body off of her chest to look at you in the eyes. Looking down at her, you see some of her hair falling out from the perfectly loose bun she had about an hour ago. Her mouth is agape. And her eyes are hazy as they look up yours, not letting go of the contact.

"Baby, take a wild guess. You're high out of your mind," You tell her and remove her flimsy arms away from you as you sit back on her cock. She groans again, feeling the movement, and you smile at her sensitivity.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make you feel good," she whispers softly as if she doesn't want you to hear. Her voice is tinged with vulnerability. Her eyes clouded as she quickly drew her faze away from you. She absentmindedly traces the contours of your thighs with her blunt nails, leaving faint, uneven lines along your skin.

You let out a low gasp, leaning down to kiss her gently before pulling back, the warmth of the moment tingling on your lips. "I know you did, Natasha," you murmur softly, your voice filled with tenderness and understanding. "I mean, do you think you could still help?"

As she shoots her eyes up to you, you smirk and look down at her. "How about this, you just lay there and let me work...and when I need help, you can help me, okay?"

She quickly nods with her flushed-out face and puts her hands on your hips. You quickly maneuver your arms on her shoulders and start moving your hips back and forth against her cock. You throw your head out, let out a low moan, and grip Natasha's shoulders tighter.

She's already lost in pleasure. Her whines and moans are becoming louder as you move against her sensitive cock. She moves her hands to your ass and leaves them there as she thinks she's helping you fuck yourself on her cock.

"This f-fucking pussy is so warm and fuck, tight. Y/n, please, oh god." She pants out to you like a dog. She's in awe as she watches you ride the loving life out of her.

Your hips fasted their pace, and both of your moans started overlapping with each other as you were both lost in pleasure. You lean down into her once more and move your hips up in down her length. You lean down on her neck and close your eyes as you feel Natasha buck up into you simultaneously, hitting that spot that makes you go crazy.

She uses one of her hands to hold your back, and the other has a firm grip on your ass.

"N-no Y/n, I'm going to cum p..please," She whines out to her, her hips starting to buck into you more, and you moan out into her ear. She uses all of her willpower and starts moving your ass up and down her cock, which has her seeing stars as you roll your eyes back from pure ecstasy.

She lets out a few loud moans and grunts before filling you up with her hot cum. Her hands are gripping your ass, and she's mumbling into your ear.

She finally lets go of the tight hold she has on your ass, and you sit up, which causes her body to twitch a bit as she is even more sensitive than before.

"You ready to help me now?"

She looks up at you with lidded eyes and a confused look.

"Don't look at me like that, Nat, I didn't get off yet."

"Oh-that's right. H..how can I help? Please let me help. Please." She begs to you. "Just tell me what you need, and I'll do everything possible. Fuck-you can sit on my face, you-" Her whining gets cut off by you slowly getting off of her length and onto her face.

That's the first good idea you've had today, Nat. You let out a long sigh as Natasha gets to work. Her hands are almost immediately on your ass, gripping it with her strong hands.

Moans flow out of your mouth as Natasha works her tongue up and down your folds, her nose being pressed into your clit adds a significant amount of pressure that had your head thrown back.

Natasha was eating your pussy like it was the last meal she would ever have; she whimpered loudly into your pussy, sending the uttermost pleasurable sensations through you. She lapped up your clit like she starving, and you were the only food that was around. She loved tasting you; she'd eat your pussy 24/7.

"N-nat, oh my god," You moan out to her as your eyes flutter shut. She only whimpers more, desperate to please you, to have you cum on her tongue. It was nasty, a nasty sight for someone to walk in on.

You shuddered as the tension was building up in your core. The rapid and longing swirls of her tongue were getting to you. She was going absolutely crazy over you. Wetness leaked from her chin and chest as she worked her mouth.

"Don't fucking stop Natasha," You whine out to her, desperate to release. She was just as hopeless as you to finally taste you on her skillful tongue.

"Please cum for me, y/n. Oh god, please." It's muffled and hard to hear as she pushes your pussy down onto her face, trying to get as close as she can. This girl is smothering herself, but she doesn't care.

Her tongue runs through your care and sucks your clit one last time before you come. Natasha graciously laps her tongue over your pussy, savoring the taste of you. You quickly gasp and pull your hips away from her, moving to sit on her abs.

As you catch your breath, you gaze down at her. Her cheeks are flushed a deep crimson, accentuating the beads of sweat glistening on her forehead and the bridge of her nose. The bottom of her face is soaked with your juices, her lips glistening wet.

"Was that good?"

Give it to us pls

There might be something here tonight....

Hi!!! Any headcanons on nerdy nat?

Yep! the link for them is here!

I'm back and I have a new fic coming soon