This will be a primarily Natasha Romanoff oneshot book, but I'll sprinkle in some Scarlett Johansson ones as well. SJ stories will be labeled with her initials.
It will be female reader.
Started 10.14.2021
Ended TBA
It will be updated as frequently...
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You asked Natasha to come to your place.
She said yes. You sent a driver.
A familiar pattern made for the dead of night.
Natasha got into the matte black SUV, with the rear windows so tinted no one would see her, and so that she couldn't see out. With a raised partition just as dark, it was like being in a cage. Where you live was not her business.
She was safest that way.
When she entered the car all service was lost, and her belongings given over to the driver.
Natasha knew it was safe. Your men knew better than to slight the redheaded beauty.
She leisurely walked into your mansion that you lived in alone, well besides for Rocco, your free range soft brown cat. It was unique.
Mostly modern decor, mixed with rare old timed pieces to create an unsettling vibe. Natasha knew the layout like the back of her hand, and where to find you, but she stalled.
Letting anticipation simmer in her belly for what to expect when she walks beyond the red door. Into the space with red leather couches, with the king size bed in the center of the room besides a chest full of unique toys and gadgets.
Natasha's thighs clench at the thought of what could be in store for her the closer she gets. There's a faint metallic scent in the air, only being overpowered by the smell of ammonia.
It must have been a rough day. She's excited.
Natasha follows the rules, she removed her clothes, folding them and leaving them on a chair near the room. She wasn't wearing a bra, but she lastly removed her red silky thong, she deposited it into the drawer you made for that.
As soon as she walked into the room she's slammed back into the door and kissed with a force that made her bite her tongue. The taste of copper caressed her tastebuds before your tongue slid over them. You moaned as you tasted her blood, it was inquisitively sweet.
After your tongue left her mouth you pulled away completely with her lower lip between your teeth. You ground them sideways and she yelped, a slow stream of red dripped down her chin and you moaned, satisfied by the taste and the mess you were making of her pretty face.
You released her lip, and gripped her by the throat. Natasha's eyes rolled slightly as you cut her breath off in beats of three seconds. On and off. Just as soon as she caught her breath you took it. Then you held her for six, her vision spotting as you drag her over to the mattress.
You tossed her onto it, her body bounced as she gasped for air. Distracted by instinct as you hurriedly went through your chest. You'd already been stripped down to your boxers. Sports bra still on as well. You exchanged the soaked grey for a double sided strap. You slid the significantly smaller end into you, then you fastened the harness and returned to the bed.
