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cosmopretty

7 months ago

Pretty Thing

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem

context: After you refuse to give up any information, the black widow finds another way force it out of you

warnings: choking, fingering, forced orgasm, smut, corruption kink

At first you thought you had a chance against her, your plan was foolproof or so you thought. When you were told by your boss to take out the one and only Black Widow, you were terrified. But the plan your boss gave you installed confidence so you went. In the beginning you thought you could actually get her, breaking into her home unannounced.

But she heard you, she found you and she got you, I mean of course she did she was the Black Widow after all. She grabbed you before you could even register that she as behind you.

Now here you were sat on the chair, hands tied behind your back, legs tied to the chair and a cloth shoved in your mouth.

The read head walks around in a circle like a predator does its pray, her strong eyes watching every small move you make. She studies you trying to figure you out. Your big eyes stare back at her terrified, for all you knew she could kill you right now, she had a reason too after all you broke into her home trying to kill her.

Her eyes bore into yours as she bends down right infront of you “Now little thing did you really think you could get me?” she asks.

Not moving a muscle you stare back at her not daring to say a word, not that you could with the cloth in your mouth.

The widow smirks “I’ll make you talk” she says walking away from you. Her back faces you as you try to break free from the ropes tying you down. It goes to no use as she turns around blade in her hand “Now when I take this out of your mouth you better not scream or I’ll cut you” she threatens holding the knife to your throat.

Slowly she pulls the cloth out of your mouth throwing it beside her. You swallow your spit mouth dry as you cough slightly. Her eyes bore into yours as she pushes the knife harder into your neck, but not hard enough to draw blood “Now tell me suka, what were you trying to do?” she asks you her other hand coming to hold your jaw and make you look at her.

Staring into her green eyes you keep your mouth shut, staring at her blankly. You know if you have up any information they’d kill you on the spot.

“Oh no we can’t have you all quiet can we? Not at all now I’ll ask again, what were you trying to do?” Natasha asks her knife pushing deeper in your skin causing a few drops of blood drip down the knife.

Whimpering slightly you drop your eyes down to the floor still refusing to speak. Her mouth comes close to your ear her breath fanning the side of your face “Oh come on little thing speak for me, let me hear that pretty voice” she husks in your ear her hot breath on the side of your face.

Keeping your mouth shut, you can’t stop the heat the pools between your legs. Your thighs clench together at her voice and your eyes falter slightly.

She noticed and laughs “This turns you on pretty? Huh guess we could have fun” she smirks moving her lips to your neck kissing the side of it, moving the knife down onto the floor.

You stifle a moan as her free hand moves to your thigh rubbing up and down. Her hand moves higher and higher until it’s at the waistband of your pants “Pretty little thing arn’t you” she says moving away from your neck to look at your face.

Her face comes closer to yours her lips almost touching yours as she stares at you. Her hand moves into your pants, her fingers rub your folds above your panties “Your so wet you do like this don’t you?” she asks feeling the wet spot on your underwear.

She moves your underwear to the side slipping her fingers through your folds “F-fuck” you stutter your chests falling up and down as your breath heavily.

Her lips turn up into a smile “So you can speak dekta” she mumbles pushing her two fingers on your clit. Keeping pressure there she watched as your face starts to crumble “Come on speak for me and I’ll make you feel good pretty thing” she tells you pushing harder on your clit.

“What- what do you want me to say?” You ask her breathlessly.

Natasha brings her face closer to yours closing the gap between you two as she kisses your lips. She dominates the kiss pushing her tongue in your mouth exploring your mouth her fingers move down prodding at your hole.

Abruptly she pulls away from the kiss “Tell me what you want dekta” she commands her green eyes boring into your waiting for your response.

She didn’t think this was how things would have went between you both but she wasn’t complaining. In her eyes you were gorgeous and she truly did wonder why you tried to kill her knowing how strong she was. She liked your confidence and how hard you tried to stay strong but she needed to see you break, to crumble under her, for her to corrupt you.

“I-I want you to, make me feel good please Natasha— please” You beg her just wanting to feel good, the ache between your legs growing by the second.

The widow nods “Of course dekta I’ll make you feel good” she smirks shoving two of her fingers into you without warning.

Your jaw drops as you moan your body quivering slightly as her two long fingers stretch you out.

Her other hand comes to hold your neck, her fingers wrap around almost fully as she holds you in place.

Natasha’s fingers pump in and out of quickly as she squeezes your neck stopping the moans from leaving your lips.

“Come on pretty thing speak to me, tell me how I make you feel” She commands her fingers curling inside of you.

Taking in a deep strained breath with her fingers still around your throat “F-fells so good Tasha— so good” you tell her the best you could without whimpering.

Smirking she starts pumping her fingers deeper into you hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars.

Squeezing harder around your neck she stops your airflow. She watching as your wide eyes stare at her terrified, your hands trying to pull out of the restraints. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out for a second she stares at you before letting go.

Finally being able to breathe you suck in air, filling your lungs “W-why did— why did you?” you can’t even finish your question through your breathing.

“Because I like watching crumble under me dekta, just look so pretty like that” She whispers her fingers speeding up, her thumb comes to rub your clit quickly matching her thrusts.

Your walls squeeze around her fingers “Please, please let me cum” you beg her your breathing picking up once more.

Watching you for a moment she nods “Go on pretty thing fall apart on my fingers” she tells you pushing down on your clit.

You let go letting yourself fall apart as you cum on her fingers with a loud moan. Her eyes watch your face as your jaw drops eyes staring into hers.

Your juices cost her fingers as she slowly pulls them out of you before putting them into her mouth. She sucks your juices off of them moaning “Fuck dekta you taste so sweet” she tells you after pulling her fingers out of her mouth.

She slowly moved her face closer to yours once more her breath fanning your lips “Now tell me pretty thing, why were you here in the first place?” she asks you.

Learning (To Trust Your Touch)

Taglist: @lynxwhispurrs

Summary: When an unexpected touch brings a realization to light, Natasha does everything to show her favorite person that it's real.

A/N: This was inspired by @missmonsters2's "Words Beneath Your Skin', a beautiful piece of art I"m not worthy of with my touch starved ass. I wanted to add my own little spin to it using my favorite assassin :3 Thank you again for giving me permission to do this <3

Warning: Open ended quote that might be interpreted as abuse. I'm not for sure, but just to be safe.

Natasha noticed.

To be fair, she is a assassin turned avenger. She notices a lot of things.

Natasha spent lifetimes learning about the human body. Where to break, where to shed blood most, vital areas that deliver poison faster than others….the list can go on.

She saw it when you visited her room. A part of the problem.

You were still new, not to the team, but to the compound. And even though everyone was mostly in and out on missions, your presence was very welcome to many.

Especially to a certain feline.

Liho was never one to welcome strangers, but your small peace offering of expensive canned tuna definitely made an impression.

Soon enough, you began to feed Liho, and her owner. Leaving small meals for both of them to find, and to keep finding you to ask for more.

You become both their favorites. And being a favorite of Natasha did allow certain perks.

“Found those limited edition chips you wanted.”

“Your shoelaces are untied,”

“Wanna go shopping?”

“I restocked the snack drawer and charged your computer.”

She pays attention as you start to settle into your new room. How you grab small snacks instead of sitting at a dinner table with the others, how you wrap yourself in a blanket when you’re in an empty living room. What snack you like best after a training session.

They’re small things, and to her credit, she was really just trying to say thank you for feeding them both. Thank you quickly turned into dates you thoroughly enjoyed.

It’s how you ended up in her room for the first time.

“I bought a few too many snacks at the store,” was the best excuse she could come up with, and she thanks whatever god there is that you bought it with that smile of yours.

Natasha’s room was interesting, simplicity mixed with sparks of modern and rustic all in one. Splashes of red and white mixed with shades of black.

“It’s pretty,”

Natasha gives you the smallest of smiles, genuine and true. “Thank you.”

Her bed is even softer. The mattress invites you, and you immediately burrow into the blankets like it’s second nature.

Meow

Liho follows suit after you open up your bag of potato chips and nestles in a spot close to you, and that night black tail swaying in pure bliss.

Then it happens.

Natasha looks at you, green eyes spotting remnants of chips resting against the corner of your lips. It doesn’t bother her, quite the contrary, you look absolutely adorable.

She brings it to your attention with a small chuckle, and hovers a finger over her face to point out the crumbs. Your focus on the movie, and perhaps looking a little too much at Natasha’s eyes and not her cue for you to wipe your face makes you brush away the opposite cheek.

A laugh escapes, and you wonder what’s so funny before she takes action herself.

Then she sees something.

How your eyes widened when you felt it. Hearing your heartbeat damn near thump out of your chest. Seeing the muscles tense up at the exact spot where the assassins hand brushes against your cheek. Feeling your face heat up at the intention, or even the very contact itself.

It’s how Natasha has her epiphany.

That you weren’t comfortable.

-

No childhood was ever really perfect, but coming to the root of it…was it really even normal?

Sure, your parents maybe made a few mistakes, but they gave you something, they gave you life. That’s probably the best gift they could give you. You didn’t need affection.

Right?

The memory of last night comes, how she…did that. Touched you. Lingering for only a few moments to the point where you thought you saw trees in those forest eyes of hers.

You look away from it, and she retracts, eyes quickly turning apologetic before you excuse yourself..

God…gardening was supposed to relax you. Not reminding you of the memory of a touch setting you off.

You gingerly touch the potting soil you laid out, placing a little in your hands and gauging the rich dirt. It’s not like grass, rooted to the ground. It’s flexible, vulnerable and-

Meow?

“Liho?”

You dust your hands off, and allow them to hover over the feline. You feel like a ghost, so close to her, but yet-

“Your momma must be mad at me, hm?”

Meow

“I know…not the smartest move to avoid her.” You allow your fingertips to ghost over the fur slowly. “I just…”

Liho makes an effort to listen. To stay as a friend, as a ear to listen.

“I don’t know.”

It’s an honest answer. One that makes Natasha’s heart break a little inside as she waits for you to finish your session with Liho.

She thinks about it for a moment, as she makes her presence known after you stop talking. A small wave and a soft “Hello” before she scoops liho in her arms and away from you.

The words slip out before you can think.

“Please…wait.”

Natasha stands still, liho jumping out of her arms in an instant and running back to your side. Natasha looks to the empty spot next to you in the green house, and when she looks at you this time, it’s different.

You see her ask. Green eyes waiting, despite everything inside her wanting to embrace and comfort you, for permission to get close to you.

You nod, and it’s the best decision you made today when you see her get comfortable on the ground.

“I’m sorry.” She starts. “I never meant to make you feel like I was going to hurt you. I would never hurt you.”

She feels like it’s her fault. For making you like this, so scared of this, of-

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Her eyebrows knit together, and she frowns as Liho makes her way to the redhead and nuzzles her thigh.

“What happened yesterday? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?”

You place your hands on your lap, the texture of your blue jeans giving some imitation of stimulation. The feeling is awkward and does little to ease your nerves, it’s baffling that jeans don’t have any other purpose than being expensive, but Natasha’s hand makes you stop.

Her hand is right in front of you. The early afternoon sunshine rests on her palm, extending towards you. She makes a conscious effort not to touch any part of your body, no matter what this urge is consuming her from the inside out.

Natasha only looks at you, and keeps her hand extended.

It’s another question.

I want to understand…please talk to me.

You take her hand, and allow your fingers to trace the lines on her palm before taking another step to full on hand-holding.

“It’s not you.” You shake your head. “Never you.”

She’s relieved, and quietly thanks a god as she looks at you. As she searches for those answers with you.

“I just…it felt so…different.”

She quirks an eyebrow at that. Before gently squeezing your hand. “Different how?”

“It felt…” You bit your lower lip in thought.

So soft, and gentle…how the warmth of her fingers rested on your cheek, her thumb swiping away the crumbs, how you felt so safe keeping eye contact with her when those few seconds felt like an eternity.

It felt like you wanted so much more of it. That..that touch.

But it’s wrong, in your mind.

It’s wrong to yourself to yearn for that feeling, to want it and to never let it go. To cherish its warmth like a fire on a cold winters day.

You find yourself not answering it. That feeling that keeps yelling at you to indulge in it.

“It felt so…new.” You explained. “Like it wasn’t going to leave. Like it was safe.”

Natasha nods. “Did it ever feel safe before?”

She waits for your answer, and feels the warmth of your hand slip away from her.

“Not everyone is like you,” You whisper. “Not everyone is good.”

She gets it.

-

Natasha never felt like this.

So determined, so hellbent on showing you something you’ve been denied for so long.

Take it slow, she reminds herself.

Natasha starts small. Hand and eye contact. A good start.

You see her extend her hand like she’s did in the green house during breakfast oneway, her forest orbs looking at you with that question.

Do you want this? It's okay if you don't.

Your decision is like that game show with the music for the final question. You’re over and under-thinking, worrying and doubting.

But she stays still and true.

You take her hand as many times as she extends it, and every decision getting just a little shorter than the last. She sees you start to intertwine your fingers with hers eventually, and the eye contact remains through it all.

You find yourself looking at her eyes so much. Sometimes it’s to check if she changed her mind, or if you did something wrong. But she brings you back with those green eyes of hers, an affirmation that it’s okay.

You're safe with me

She builds a foundation this way. Natasha slowly starts to stay a little longer by your side, she finds you starting to look for that feeling. She builds from hand holding, to sparring together, and from that, hugging.

She loves it when she gets to hug you.

The feeling of safety always washes over you when she wraps her arms around you, like she doesn’t want to let go. The subtle squeeze she gives you proved her point when Bucky called her out on it.

She didn’t want to let go. She never does.

Natasha slowly and consistently continues to build that foundation, and takes it at your pace. She’s patient, and attentive.

It gets longer, the contact.

You start to hold Liho for longer periods of time as Natasha sits next to you when you watch movies. Your fingers grazing over her fur as the assassin watches with adoration.

Hugs quickly became late night cuddling, and god it was heaven for you both.

You allowed yourself to initiate small touches. Brief hugs with the team as a greeting whenever in passing, high fives when Bucky says something funny at lunch, actually going to lunch instead of hiding in your room.

You became a permanent guest at Natasha’s bed, and you began sitting a tiny bit closer to her every time. Sometimes you’d lay on her lap as she braided your hair, others would be more comfortable sitting positions if anything else.

She sees a shift of sorts when you’re in bed with her one night.

The television show was long forgotten about ten minutes into the series, and she sees your crinkled brow under the covers. You’re not frustrated, far from it actually, and she’s relieved when she hears your heartbeat is steady.

Your body moves on its own accord. Gently shifting your position to sit up. Natasha immediately locks eyes with you, and turns down the volume with her other hand.

“Can you hold me?”

Her answer is a smile, and her eyes softening before meeting your own.

"May I?' She asks.

You give a nod, before she adjusts herself. Her movements aren’t as quick as her reflexes, she gives you the opportunity to see everything she’s doing, and the power to stop this.

You feel her hands brush against your sleep shirt, the warmth leaving as soon as it came. Her movements stop, as she gives you a moment to take in the result of her ministrations.

She’s under you, so many strands of red hair you try not count splayed all over her pillows, her hands hovering over the small of your back. Her eyes never leaving yours for a second.

“Is this-“

Her breath hitches when you take the initiative. Your hands find hers like your life depends on it, and she feels your body relax under her when you find the missing piece.

You see her look at you, and there’s something different about her.

You're beautiful

You both move in sync, you reach down as she rises to connect your foreheads together.

“How does this feel?”

Natasha’s voice is a mere whisper in the dimly illuminated room. Her raspy tone is prominent, calming, and intoxicating all at the same time. Hands ghost against your waist, holding you steady.

You lean in closer, your lips inches apart from hers.

“It feels like you..”

It does, everything feels like Natasha. From the way she holds you, to how she’s kissing you right now in this moment.

Her lips are velvet against yours, full of devotion, and adoration just for you. You take it all in, you feel it all in the kiss, and it’s euphoric.

It feels so…good, and warm, and soft and safe.

And you never want it to stop feeling this way.

You both pull away, and Natasha gives you a different smile, one that’s like the sun.

“It’s real…” she whispers incredulously. “This is real.”

“It is.” You whisper

It truly is.

You both find each other’s hands, and press your foreheads together.

Natasha squeezes, ever so softly.

“It’s always real when I’m with you”