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You chuckle at her naiveness- you know better than to surrender at her terms.

If you agree, she will take you to Fury who, with a blink of his eye, will send you to the RAID- you thought she knew better than to try to coerce you.

“Oh, am I being funny?”

The Avenger asks, lacing her voice with tender annoyance, almost a tip into anger, pressing her body closer against yours.

She had not an ounce more of patience left in her flesh, you had played around with each other for too long for you to keep getting away.

“A little”

You answer her, watching as her face contorts into exasperation.

“I just-”

“I don’t care”

Her hands, now in a quick movement, wrap around your neck with the strength of a just-released beast.

It was so sudden that you can't help but let out a strangled moan and wonder- for a hot, sick, minute- if she’s ever wanted to fuck you for as long as you have.

And, hell, her dilated pupils are anything to go by, you're going in the right direction.

“I just wonder”

You gasp in between breaths while crossing your almost-dangling legs, discretely looking for some sort of friction to soothe the ache that was starting to make itself known.

“How long it's gonna take for you to grow some sense and fuck me”

Her posture doesn’t waver, neither does her grip or her stance.

But her eyes-

If her pupils were dilated then, now you can't even tell their true color is green.

She looks feral, her parted lips are as red as fresh blood, exhaling scalding hot puffs of air against your skin. Her eyelids are so low that you feel like a prey, seconds away from being devoured.

You don't know whether to fear her future actions or to anxiously wait for them- neither which one of them is less humiliating. 

Natasha is hesitating, you know there’s a lot in the game for her- but the same goes for you.

HYDRA isn’t known to accept failed missions with a sweet note and you have been walking on a tightrope with them, lately.

Before you can understand it happening, her right foot kicks your left leg open and her left arm snakes itself to your thigh.

Her right arm is still holding you in place, with a grip almost stronger than your whole body- you know she's scared, but there is no denying the rush of adrenaline oozing from her skin.

“Pathetic”

Natasha chuckles beautifully as she brushes her hand against your left inner thigh.

You try not to squirm under her prying eyes and inquisitive touch.

"Is that why you always lure me back? So I can fuck you like the little whore that you are?”

You let out a soft moan at her words, which were punctuated by her nails digging into your skin.

You're not sure whether this is actually happening or if she’s choked you into the state of illusion, but you’re not one to waste a chance.

“Don't get shy now”

She hisses at your face with your lack of response.

All you can do is nod frenetically, there are no words close to your mind.

All you can feel are her hands turning your skin purple, blemishing them with the prettiest of shades, and the warm of her closeness.

She is inebriating, you're drunk on her before you have even had a chance to taste her.

Natasha tsks disapprovingly, her right hand unwraps from your neck fast enough to strongly slap your face.

"Words, dumb little slut”

Your hips buckle immediately against her hand, begging to be touched.

You try to bring yourself to keep some integrity, but you don't have any more control of your body, all you can do is surrender to her and hope for the best.

“Y-yes”

You breathe out, struggling to release the hoarse voice stuck in your throat.

“Please”

“Please what? I don't read minds”

Natasha smirks at your state, as she dances with her fingers around the waistband of your pants. 

Beneficent in a way you had never pegged her for, she doesn't tease you much before her agile fingers have already traced their path down to your pussy.

You let a surprised moan and Natasha groans to herself as she feels her entire body erupt in goosebumps at the soft sounds leaving your lips.

You can't even think much about the effects your simple voice has caused on the Black Widow, because she deepens her hand within you, wetting the tips of her fingers without even needing to dip inside you.

“Soaked for me and I have bareely touched you”

You groan in impatience as your stomach drops and twists even tighter, she watches you with an enragingly beautiful smile playing around her lips, you feel like she could kill you at any moment.

A black widow, indeed.

Her small chuckle at your antsy pussy sends rage sauntering inside of you as you try to fuck yourself into her fingers, which keep sliding away from your path

“Fuck y-”

Granting your wish without warning, Natasha slides two fingers inside of you, pumping them as deep as her knuckles allow.

"What was that, bunny?”

She ironically coos at you, sending you a sweet smile under her dark gaze.

Your entire body clenches around her digits. You try not to moan once more as you roll your eyes with sudden pleasure that it's on the imminence of taking over you, but fight the urge to close them.

You don’t want to waste a second of looking at her.

“Not so witty now, Viper?”

She sends you another wry smile at the same time she dares to take her fingers out of you, only to add another one to slip even deeper back inside of you

"Oh, you’re so tight, I’ll have to stretch you out for me”

At every deep slam of her hand against your core, you feel her gentle grunts hotter against your ear and you wonder if she’s just as drenched as you are.

If her pussy is aching in need of release as yours is, if her nipples are hard against the fabric of her suit as yours are- the mere thought of Natasha’s body is enough for you to let a louder moan slip.

She drags her fingers outside of you once more and curtly slaps your cunt.

"Shut up”

Her voice is almost vile and she can't get enough of looking at you like she's the last thing you will ever see.

"You're moaning only for me”

As if to prove her point, Natasha slides one more finger deeply back into you.

You have to bite your cheek as hard as you physically can, to stop yourself from screaming- she fills you in a way you have never allowed anyone to, stretching you with a pleasurable pain that is only just too much.

You don't know whether to beg her to stop or to never do as such, so you opt to just follow her orders and shut up.

The wet sounds of her thrusts on your soaked pussy are now the only sounds in the room, dirty and unbelievably arousing to the point of lightheadedness.

Natasha starts to increase the rhythm, your ass now bouncing against her hand and your hips left with nothing else to do but to follow her new pace, trying to fuck yourself on her even more, and it brings you to a state of stress like no other.

You can't wait any longer, it's unbearable in every sense of the word.

“I need-”

You let out a weak cry as the friction of her fingers on you starts to feel wispy.

“Please, please”

“Need what, bunny?”

Nat smirks at you, clearly having fun at seeing you like this.

“I already told you to use your words”

You gather all of your strength to cry in desperation.

"More, please, Daddy- fuck-”

Natasha moans pornographically, almost enough to make you cum all over her hand, she pulls her hand off of you once again, only to reposition herself so that her closed fist touches your slick cunt.

“Is my whole fist enough for your pussy, slut?”

You nod slowly at her, almost too out of yourself to understand her words, but you quickly remember to use your words.

“Yes, Daddy, please”

When the redhead thrusts her fist inside of you, there is nothing you can do to contain your scream of pleasure- your pussy clutches to her hand so perfectly well, you feel so full.

There's barely enough time to grow used to her size as she starts to pump inside of you, this time, deep and slowly.

Her hand now stings you only so slightly, having been well stretched by her, little by little.

A small wave of pleasure starts to snake itself stronger into you, it makes your entire body vibrate against her.

“Yes- d-don’t stop”

You hiss as your thighs start to automatically close around her wrist.

“God-”

Natasha doesn’t change the pace, but she presses her left hand on your bladder, applying the perfect amount of pressure for the knot on your belly to tighten with double the force.

You mewl in surprise at the excruciating new sensation

“Natasha!”

You can feel tears forming around your eyes with the overwhelming feeling.

All you can do is keep frenetically fucking yourself more and more into her, trembling and gasping desperately, not being strong enough to say anything else.

“You’re so fucking hot”

Natasha moans as she keeps thrusting on you, feeling her own pleasure stronger as her center pulses just right against her suit.

“Such a good whore screwing your little pussy on me”

She changes the angle of her wrist for less than a second, but it's enough to send you over the edge.

Contracting your entire body in one final struggle before you're falling deliciously, cumming into your enemy’s wrist with a breathy, muted moan.

“Such a good girl”

The redhead grunts, easily reaching her own ecstasy purely by feeling your orgasm around her hand.

Natasha’s hoarse moans are so strongly mixed with yours that you can barely distinguish them, but they sound so husky, so her, that your pussy unabashedly clenches around her hand one more time.

You whimper as yet another never-ending wave of pleasure washes over your body and you swear you can feel her arm trembling inside of you, too.

As your spasms start to decrease and you begin to be able to control your breath again, you take a small moment to relish staring at Natasha, who, even now, after fucking you out of your senses and just having an orgasm still manages to look absolutely-

“Don’t look at me like that”

She berates you, though her tone, for once, is not harsh.

You jump a little at being caught, hoping your cheeks don't betray you.

"Like what?”

You make a show of rolling your eyes.

“Don't flatter yourself”

Natasha chuckles softly, moving her body swiftly around yours.

“Hold still”

She quietly tells you- it's soft and brief, like summer breeze-, before starting to pull her hand out of you, making you squirm in discomfort at the movement inside your over-sensitive cunt.

“Shh, I know, I know”

She hushes you in a silky way.

Once her wrist is only connected to you by threads of your cum, she stares at it and whispers at you, a little breathless.

“Look at the mess you made, bunny”

But, before you can do more than moan in response, her hand is already on your chest again- firm against you, gone was the softness.

“Now, the intel”

You pout a little at her rapidness to switch to business mode, but easily follow track, knowing there are more important businesses to focus on.

So, because you're absolutely worn out and just will not handle shit to SHIELD, you simply answer her in the best way you can- by shooting venom from your wrist directly at her neck, causing her entire body to get instantly paralyzed. You spend only a few minutes staring at her storm-filled eyes, and a few couple more at the beauty that she is able to display so effortlessly, what a shame she has chosen the wrong side- but you know that, as long as you keep calling her, she will come after you, and that's enough for you, as of now.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous, it will wear out in an hour” You muse, grazing her lips with your index finger “Then you can come and get me again, Natty”