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Worth the Wait 🥵

"Oh my god!" You shrieked as your bare midriff was pressed into the cold marble of your kitchen counter by small, callous hands; Natasha filled the gap between your bodies, and you could feel her pulsing through her boxers. "You make me so fucking hard detka," she rasped breathlessly as she firmed her body into yours, her warm lips trailed over your cold shoulder.

Natasha loved moments like these the most, when your body gave into her touch as if it was your haven. She could feel you warming up, and pressing into her, it was a dream come true, if only not for the knock.

"Romanoff, we have a mission, wheels up in ten," Tony called from behind the door, having learned his lesson from the time before. The image still haunts his mind.

You smirked at her through the glass of your kitchen window, ten seconds ago you were going to give it all to her, but now you were going to tease her. It was a promise that your face made as you twirled in her hold and kissed her lips with feigned innocence. Your deviance shown in the way you cupped her hard-on and stroked her firmly, but only for a few times.

"Behave," you warned when you felt her kiss you with more urgency. "Y/N, we have enough time, please."

You leaned back, removing your lips midway through the kiss and she nearly growled at your interference. "Y/N, I swear to god, if you make me go without."

"What?" You provoked her, "What is it they'll do?"

Natasha backed down when she saw the promise of a month in your eyes. It was a shifty illusion, deep down she knew that but she wasn't willing to risk it.

"I'm sorry love, I just, I get so riled up when you look this delectable," her hands softly groped your thinly veiled breasts and your gasped air brushed across her face. "Please don't make me wait, I need you so badly."

"No," you affirmed, "You need to be in tip top shape baby, and fucking me beforehand will weaken your stamina. I need you back alive and well." The redhead was two seconds from being all over you, but she saw the genuine worry in your heart through your eyes.

"When I'm home?" You grinned, and winked. "Maybe."

"Okay," she conceded against your lips as she pecked them. "I'd wait forever for just the promise of eventually, I love you." You smiled like an idiot then gently pecked her lips in return. "I love you too baby."

You had no intention on holding out, and you also knew Natasha wouldn't wait anyways, even if her words were sickeningly sweet. The concept of no was (consensually) removed from your dynamic, she'd never cease to wear you down into the perfect place to warm her cock and you'd pant just like a bitch in heat, needy and open. Natasha left with a knowing smirk.

Hours spent worried and horny went by in a flash. In the midst of cleaning the already spotless loft up you'd stopped to take a shower, preparing yourself for the climax of your day. After getting dressed in her favorite crotchless set you took a quick set of photos. Each one was blurry in their own right, but she could see your glistening folds between your white laced, thick thighs.