The Only Thing I Want In Me Is Your–
Sucking in a sharp breath through your nose, you immediately attempt to sit up with your hands on your previously injured stomach. It smells like…a lot of things: pancakes, hospitals, lavender, tuna, copper. The combination of smells makes you want to hurl, eat, and sleep all at once. But first things first; you need to open your bloody eyes.
You’re wearing a white and blue gown; that explains the hospital smell, and perhaps the copper. Now that you’re more awake, the copper seems to be more taste than smell. Blinking back to life, you shift your head to see a fresh stack of pancakes being practically inhaled by none other than your red-headed best friend sitting in the chair to your right.
“Greedy fucker.” You mumble, voice coming out raspy, croaky, cracking by the second word.
He super-speeds as he looks up, already getting whiplash. The bite falls out of his mouth as it hangs open, making you cringe in disgust. But you smile either way after he speeds to you and pulls you into a tight hug.
“Bob Seger! You’re awake!” He exclaims, ruffling your hair rather annoyingly.
You grunt, moving your head away from him by slapping his hand. “Thought you didn’t know who that was.”
He smirks as he leans back, going right back to eating his pancakes as he speeds back to the chair. “I didn’t. I’ve spent the last two days listening to him. Pretty cool guy.” He says through a muffled, pancake-filled mouth.
Glancing around the room, you notice there’s a Subway bag on your overbed table. That explains the tuna. God, she’s such an annoying, beautiful woman. Wait. She’s okay. This means she’s okay, right? Because who else would get you a tuna Sub unironically?
“Is Nat–” You ask, already panicking because surely she’d be sitting here right now and waiting if she was okay? Where is she? Is she hurt in another room? Did Genesis break free and get to her?
Bullet interrupts, sitting up with wide eyes. “Shit, I was meant to go wake her up. One sec!” He yells as he runs out of the room, leaving you to slowly calm the rapid beating of your heart.
You remember everything up until Bullet arrived at the warehouse. You remember her tears, her panic and worry, how pretty she looked crying with glossy green eyes, how sad it made you feel and how badly you wanted to cheer her up, to see her lips stretch out into her beautiful smile.
But you get to see that smile now as Bullet runs back in holding a tired Natasha who stumbles at the speedy stop, scowling at the red-headed man for bringing her here without warning. “Idiot, couldn’t you at least let me–Y/N…” Her scolding turns into a gasp and a soft whisper when her eyes land on your wide, relieved ones.
She’s in your arms in seconds; you sit up to catch her and hold her as tight as you can, never wanting her out of your sight again. She’s warm, so incredibly warm and you feel like you’re freezing but she doesn’t care, embracing you like a cold shower on a sunny day. She’s here, you tell yourself. Real, alive, and in your arms refusing to let go of you.
“Are you okay? How do you feel? Can you feel any pieces still in you? Is it–”
You interrupt Natasha’s wave of worried questions with a chuckle, burying your face into the nook of her neck. “Baby, please,” you whisper, laying a soft kiss on her skin, relishing the soft sigh she exhales into your ear, “The only thing I want in me is your–”
“Nope!” Bullet exclaims in horror before zooming out of the room, the door swinging back and forth comically after he’s long gone.
Natasha giggles, strong arms wrapping around your shoulders as yours settle on her hips. “Dumbass.” She mutters, kissing your jaw, cheek, and finally pecking your puckered lips. “My dumbass.” She corrects herself before you can.
Hers, hers, hers, repeats in your head over and over again like a chant as you kiss her deeper, brows knitting together as you let your emotions overtake you this time. You’ve already healed and had the best, longest sleep of your life. There’s adrenaline and fire within you, ignited by love and relief and faith.
“Bit late with the CPR.” You mumble against her lips, chuckling as she frustratedly sighs.
“Don’t joke about that.” She scolds you, all serious in her expression as she pulls away from you. The redhead even puts a hand on your chest to stop you from leaning in for another kiss, making you frown and gasp dramatically.
Your face contours into an offended expression. “I’m dying here. I can’t breathe, Black Widow, come save me.” You whine, leaning back in and she lets you kiss her this time, a distinct look of endearment in those beautiful green eyes before they flutter closed.
By the time the two of you make it back up to the safety of her soundproof suite, Natasha’s panting with a new desperation to feel you all over her skin just to reassure herself that she hasn’t lost you. You’re not one to deprive a lady of her needs, so you shove her against the closed door, ripping her shirt to shreds with your bare hands. She gasps at the show of strength, already rolling her hips with one thing on her mind.
“Fuck, I missed you.” She whines, blushing at her bluntness.
You smirk up at her before kissing her tenderly. “Mmm, it’s only been two days, darling.”
Natasha whines again, digging her nails into the back of your shoulders as you kiss down her neck. Your hands knead her curves as your lips find a home up and down her neck, leaving soft, gentle, hard kisses that quickly turn into sucking lips and nipping teeth. There’s an urgency to have your lips on all of her, every inch of her; overwhelmed with this need and your inability to do it fast enough, you groan against her neck, taking a moment to breathe.
“You okay there, darling?.” Natasha whispers, mocking your accent with a snort as you continue burying your face into her neck, sucking a deep breath in. Lavender. She must have been in your room, on your bed constantly for your room to have smelt like that when you woke up.
“Never better, love.” You mumble back, kissing up to her ear, across her jaw, and to her full lips. They connect slowly, slotting like they were moulded together and separated after creation, made to reunite as one.
Natasha sighs into your mouth with pure bliss. Her thigh comes up against your side to give you access to more skin and your hand immediately trails along her outer thigh, wrapping behind it as you pull your fronts flush together. But it’s not close enough; you’ve come to realise you don’t think it’s ever going to feel close enough with Natasha. You want to be closer, deeper, more than physically possible sometimes.
“You smell so good.” You tell her in a soft groan as lavender fills your senses, nipping at her bottom lip as your hand slithers up her sides, brushing under her full chest.
She gasps, letting you slip your tongue into her mouth. It’s barely a fight for dominance; she surrenders and you explore, marking your claim with excitement and pride. Holding her other thigh, you lift her with ease; her legs wrap around your waist as you rush backwards and sit on the bed when you feel the sheets against the back of your knees.
Your absolute goddess of a girlfriend straddles you, her hair falling over her eyes seductively. She bites her bottom red lip as she rolls her hips against you, coming down to kiss along your sharp jawline. She can’t really mark you for long as you heal, but she sucks like she can, pulling a few rewarding groans from your throat.
“Shit, babe.” You moan out, an amused smile on your face when she shoves you back. Your arms lay out flat and she suddenly bursts into laughter. “What?” You ask in confusion as she covers her mouth with her hands to stop the laughter from spilling but it does so either way. A soft smile naturally comes to your face at the sound of her contagious laugh.
She snorts, tugging on the material you’re wearing. “I just realised you’re still in your gown.” She giggles at the look of embarrassment on your face when you look down to see that she’s right.
But she’s laughing which is exactly what you wanted, so you smile back with a soft laugh of your own, adoration filled in your eyes. Suddenly flipping her over, you peck her lips as she squeals before you stand back up. In a quick move, you strip the gown off and throw it behind you carelessly.
Natasha’s laugh catches in her throat as her humoured eyes switch to hungry in milliseconds. There’s nothing left for you to take off, naked, toned skin on show for her to enjoy.
“Not funny anymore, is it?” You tease, slowly climbing on her lap to straddle her this time.
Natasha immediately sighs in appreciation, hypnotised as she stares at you through hooded, lust-filled eyes. Soft, determined hands trail down your body until she reaches your abs. But she pauses there, her brows coming together as she looks for a scar, any proof of the injury that was on the verge of stealing you away from her just two days ago.
“Sometimes I wish I could scar.” You confess softly as she rakes her fingertips across your abs. “I got another itch you can scratch.” You add in a murmur, lifting your hips to emphasise the growing heat between your naked legs. Her dark eyes glance down, taking the bait and ignoring your previous confession. You’re well aware she’s still only shirtless but she doesn't care, completely focused on you now that she has her eyes set on her prize.
With desperate, demanding hands, she grips your thighs and tugs until you get the message. You’re not a fucking moron, so you climb up quickly, letting her wrap her arms around your thighs and pull your naked core to her awaiting mouth.
“Fuck, baby, just like that.” Raspy moans flow out of your lips as soon as Natasha’s tongue claims its reward and swirls greedily.
She groans at your taste, your heat, the filthy sounds of your wetness against her mouth. She’s relentless, devouring you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear any second now. But you help ground her as much as you can, reassuring her with your soft moans and groans and pressing down against her mouth as hard as she’s holding you down.
“You look so pretty like this.” You praise as you look down at her, seeing her eyes are already set on you and your bouncing chest. She whines against you at the sight and the dominance in your eyes. The vibrations hit your sensitive clit pulling a guttural moan from you. “Doing so good, gorgeous, don’t stop.” You pant, grinding against her tongue with raw want.
Natasha keens at the praise you’re giving her. She keeps her tongue stiff against your clit, letting you use her mouth for your pleasure. Your hands come down to sink into red locks. The tight grip you have helps you ground yourself against her, much to her pleasure – the hair-pulling drives her crazy, adding fuel to the fire within her. Natasha’s arms tighten around your thighs, pulling you closer before sliding her tongue deep between your pulsing walls.
“Oh, God…” Your moan drags on, growing in pitch as you roll your hips and get lost in the pleasure. Yet your gaze remains firm, locked onto Natasha’s darkened green eyes.
The redhead looks up at you enticingly as she laps at you, flicking her tongue over your clit over and over again. Her fingers dig into your thighs, desperate to please, to make you cum into her mouth and feel you tighten around her tongue. Her eyes burn a hole into you as she watches your hand slowly come up and knead your own breasts. With a possessive growl, she lets go of your thighs and replaces your hands with her much rougher ones.
Natasha squeezes, pinches, massages until you’re a quivering mess on top of her, moaning carelessly without holding back. “Fuck, Nat, keep–Shit, keep going. I’m so close, baby.” The increased pace of your hips as you grind, roll, practically bounce on her face has Natasha moaning quietly with excitement and pride at making you so desperate and needy on top of her like this.
It doesn’t take too long for you to reach your high when she looks like that. With her lust-driven emerald eyes boring into yours, her fingers rolling your peaked buds and her hands kneading your chest. She pulls back for a moment, to catch her breath, maybe, or to just show you how fucking hot she looks with her mouth and chin shining and dripping.
“Wanna make you cum for me.” She says almost shyly in her quiet voice before diving right back in. If you were to die right now, you’ll die a happy woman. Her lips zone right to your clit, forming a sucking motion while her tongue circles it.
“Nat, fuck–fucking–” You stutter, fumbling over your words as you gasp, pant, and moan embarrassingly loud. Grounding your hips down against her, your body stills as you strain, head thrown back, pussy pulsing as Natasha makes you cum.
It takes you a moment to ride your high, Natasha helping smooth the journey back with soft licks, refusing to let a drop go to waste. As you roll off, she looks almost smug, keeping her eyes on you. The redhead bites her bottom lip, pecking you on the cheek, jaw, and then your lips, sighing against them happily.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t be too proud of yourself.” You roll your eyes as she climbs on top of you, resting her legs on either side of your thigh. Without taking another second to breathe, you attach your lips to hers, humming into the kiss. Your hand trails along her back and unclasps her bra in a quick one-handed move, making her snort her way out of the kiss.
“That’s such a player move. Gross.” She mumbles, kissing down your neck.
Acting offended, you nip at her neck too, biting down hard enough for her to gasp. “Is that why you’ve soaked through your joggers?” You tease with a raised brow, chuckling at the flush on her cheeks.
Natasha hides her face in your neck, attempting to stop the blush but she can’t help it around you. There’s just something about you that has her insides twisting and turning. It feels like a stupid crush and she’s usually so composed, and your next words do nothing to help how flustered she feels.
“Bet I can make you cum like this.” You whisper into her ear as you grip her hips and pull her down. Her clothed pussy presses against your naked, muscled thigh and she can’t help but whimper at the feeling. “Fully clothed, grinding on my thigh like some horny, desperate…” You stop yourself, letting the word remain unsaid. You’re unsure of what exactly she likes, what she wants to hear, so you want to tread very ca–
“Slut.” She gasps, whining as she rolls her hips down. Her eyes turn foggy and hazy as she looks down at you with only hints of bashfulness; you’ve unlocked something, the comfort you provide giving her a new wave of confidence to express what she wants. “Your slut.” She adds, repeats, letting you know it’s the possessive part she likes the most.
You hum, confident, almost cocky as you lie back with an arm behind your head and the other strong on her waist. “My slut, huh?” You mumble with a patronising huff. Natasha only whimpers at your tone but it seems to turn her on even more as she grinds a little faster. “Slow down. I know you’re greedy but you have to earn it if you want to cum.” There’s nothing but dominance in your tone this time, allowing no room for debate. Keeping this persona up is so fucking hard when you have a woman as perfect as she is on top of you right now.
“Fuck, okay, I’m sorry.” She pants, trying but failing at controlling her breathy moans. She’s a desperate mess, soaking through her panties and joggers which must feel uncomfortable now. You can feel the friction, the wetness, the pure heat emitting from her pussy as she rubs herself against your thigh shamelessly.
“It’s okay, baby. I know you can’t help it. Sluts just want to take, take, take…” You smirk as she moans loudly at your words, practically keening and melting onto you. Her hands rest on your shoulders as she grounds herself harder against your thigh, keeping her eyes shut tight to avoid your piercing gaze. But you don’t like that, not one bit, so you lift a hand and pinch a nosy nipple, smirking at the yelp it gets you.
“Y/N!” She groans, eyes snapping open now.
You lift a brow, pinching again with defiance. “You’re not allowed to cum if you’re not looking at me.” You command to which she whines in protest, her cheeks and neck flush from both her state of pleasure and the submissive feeling.
But she listens. Natasha still listens, pushing past her bashfulness. Her hands trail down slowly, gripping your breasts as she keeps her hooded eyes glued to yours. Her hips move faster, desperate for more friction, blindly chasing her high. Her moans get louder, flowing like music to your ears. But then her mouth hangs open and her eyes flutter closed as she grinds harder, losing her rhythm.
And it’s suddenly gone. She’s too caught up in her pleasure, laying there next to whining, whimpering, rolling her hips against nothing until she snaps her eyes open with a glare.
“I warned you. You’re not cumming if you’re not looking at me. And you closed your eyes.” You state simply, dismissing the glare and frustrated frown on her face. She wanted you to make the rules, so she has to follow them.
Natasha seems to want to rebel, though, tugging her ruined underwear and joggers off. She dashes them off the bed before crawling to you again, straddling your lap. Fuck, you can see how wet she is now as she rolls her hips against you, letting out porn-worthy moans, clearly trying to entice you.
“Please, babe.” She whines, running her hands up her own body, squeezing her plump flesh with a loud moan. “Fuck, please.” She begs again as you watch with wide, barely-controlled eyes. Your self-control is hanging on the edge of a cliff right now and she knows it, knows how much she affects how, how she’s the one who has the actual power simply because of how badly you want to spend the rest of your life worshipping her.
“No, if you want to misbehave then–”
Natasha groans, dropping down with her hands on either side of your head. “Then fuck me like a whore.” She whispers, her dirty words making you gulp.
Your eyes darken, hands gripping her hips tightly before a growl escapes your throat. She’s suddenly flipped over and then flipped again, face pressed down into the sheets with your hand. Gripping her locks hard, you force her thighs apart as far as they’ll go and slide two fingers into her with ease.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” She chants, high-pitched moans and curses spilling out of her red, kiss-swollen lips. Her hands fist the sheets, clenching around them to hang on for dear life as your fingers pound into her with bruising strength. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the quiet room; that paired with her needy moans has you grunting and growling with your lips pressed to her back.
“This what you wanted?” You grunt, laying hard kisses along her shoulders as you continue your merciless thrusting. “Hmm?” Your fingers curl with each thrust, scraping against her pulsing walls. “Wanna be my whore? Be owned, for me to use however the fuck I want to?”
Natasha practically wails at that, her loud sounds being muffled as you force her face into the sheets. “Yes! Please, yes, use me, fuck, Y/N, please!” Consumed by lust and being fucked into another universe, Natasha cries out, moans, groans, whimpers and whines. Her hips move up, twisting and turning, shaking against yours to tempt you to fuck her harder, faster, as rough as you can be.
The redhead was already close due to you edging her, so you know she’ll be reaching her release soon enough. But she can’t unless she’s looking into your eyes and you know your rule is pure selfishness on your end. You want to watch her come undone, want to see the intensity, the pleasure, the ecstasy as she arches her back and stares at the very source of her lust.
With that image in your head, a new visual goal is set. In a quick move, you flip Natasha over again and tug on her thighs until she’s on your lap. Before she can whine her protests, your fingers slide right back in, this time adding a third. She gasps at the unexpected stretch. The sharp sting of her nails digging into your back has you groaning softly, lips attaching to her collarbone.
“Follow the rules this time, baby. Think you can be a good girl for me?” You pant, leaving hickeys along her collarbone and down her chest. With a hand between her legs and the other strong on her waist, you keep her steadily riding your fingers.
The redhead moans into your ear, forcing your own eyes to roll this time. She can barely speak with how loud she’s moaning, practically yelping with every hard thrust up as you ram into her with no mercy. Natasha offers you a quick nod of her head but keeps it buried in your neck. The soft, lazy kisses leave a hot sting on your neck, her tongue coming out every few seconds as she pants and whimpers with need. All she wants is that last push over the edge. She’s right there but you won’t give it yet; the delicious pain has tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.
“P–Please. I need it so bad, need you, Y/N, please.” She begs, pulling her head away from your neck. Your foreheads press together as you breathe life into each other, eyes locked in an intense, intimate gaze.
Your hand leaves her waist to slither up to her neck, resting, pressing ever-so-gently as your eyes seek permission. She gasps with a quick nod; you can feel her clenching around your fingers with excitement, anticipation, desperation. Deciding to finally have mercy on her, you lift your thumb up through the slick wetness that’s coating and soaking your hand at this point. Resting it gently against her clit, you finally start to press soft circles over it.
“Shit, fuck, yes, right there, don’t fucking stop.” She immediately gasps, moaning whorishly, seductively, breathing against your lips. Her eyes remain locked on yours using every ounce of self-control to remain open. It’s this connection you’ve been missing, craving your entire life. It’s a grounding gaze, sharp nails, a submission from both sides; you promise to be hers and she in turn is all yours.
“You can cum, baby. Cum for me.” You whisper against her lips, brushing them together. Her eyes flutter but never close as she bounces unrhythmically before grounding down against your fingers. You can feel the intense, hard clenching as she pulsates around you, twitching with every hard press of your thumb against her overly sensitive, deprived bundle of nerves.
Your bodies melt into each other, moulding into one. Every breath is shared, every heartbeat is synced, each part of yourselves is pressed against the other. It’s all white noise for a few moments until Natasha’s strained body slumps and she releases a guttural moan into your lips, rocking her hips, rolling them against your fingers. Your thumb’s pressing turns into brushing, like you’re leaving the last few touches on your beautifully painted canvas. Your fingers delicately curl into her, slowing down to help her ride her high.
“Safe to say I’ve redeemed myself now.” You whisper jokingly into her messy red nest as she buries her face in your neck.
Natasha laughs breathily, hands lazily sliding down your back. “Thank you for your service, Steel.” She jokes back, nipping your skin.
You lift a brow before suddenly turning your fingers trapped inside her to steel.
Natasha gasps and moans at the unexpected cold and hard change, both shuddering and whining, already rolling her hips again. “Ass.” She mumbles, slapping your back.
“Is that an invitation?” You repeat the familiar words with a smirk, slowly sliding your fingers out.
But she takes you by surprise with a playful glint in her eyes, rolling her hips forward until your fingers slide to rest against her puckered hole. “Maybe another time.” She whispers teasingly.
Oh. Oh, fuck, okay, so, maybe you are in love. Like, really, utterly, all-consumingly, crushingly in love. Your heart flutters in your chest as she kisses you softly, intimately, resting a hand on your cheek. She falls back and you catch her as you fall on top of her, arms around her waist and back, never breaking your liplock.
“I love you.” You mumble as you pull back, tilting your head and kissing her again. “Fuck, I really love you.” You repeat, panting as she wraps her legs around you and slips her tongue in your mouth.
Natasha simply hums, exploring tiredly, lazily, just because she can. Pulling away slowly, she blinks her eyes open; they’re gleaming at you, shining with adoration, with tranquillity, with love. She tells you she loves you over and over again with gentle fingers and soft kisses, with sweet words and loving eyes.
You were never really a villain in Natasha Romanoff’s eyes.
“So…Optic seemed pretty worried about you.”
“Oh, yeah, she totally has a thing for me.”
“Really?”
“Probably because I called her hot.”
…
“Ouch.”