WARNING: G!P
The cheering never seems to quiet down as she waits patiently at the podium. The crowd before her seems to span the entirety of Manhattan, making her slightly nervous. However, as her eyes scan the crowd, they land on you, the most beautiful woman. Your hands clap in unison with the crowd, your teeth flashing as you smile. She stares at you unabashedly, until you catch her eye, blushing furiously before looking away.
“Hi,” she says, catching you trying to leave the room quickly. She catches you by surprise, and you stumble back, your shoes catching on the rug. She reaches out, catching you before you fall, wrapping her arms around your back.
“Uh, thank you,” you mutter, looking around trying to find someone. “I have to go.” You look at her pointedly since her arms are still wrapped around you. She pulls you closer instead of letting you go, leaning to whisper into your ear.
“Are you sure, beautiful? I’d love to buy you a drink.” You try to hide the small shiver that runs down your spine, but goosebumps dot your arms, and you bite your lip. A small smirk plays on her lips. “Room 239, end of the hall if you change your mind.” She finally releases you, your face reddening as you stumble away from her. After a few rounds of congratulations from others in the room, mainly fans, and some people she doesn’t know, she finally makes her way to her hotel room.
You nervously walk down the hall towards her room. After chatting with your friends, they made you realize that you haven’t really met anyone or done anything recently. Maybe it’s time to change that. You tentatively knock on the 239, hoping she’s here. The door opens to reveal the woman sweaty and panting, her red hair pulled into a ponytail. You bite your lip, the mere appearance of her creating heat in your core.
“Hey, beautiful. You came,” she says, opening the door wider for you to step in. Refusing to make eye contact with her, you enter the room. She introduces herself as Natasha and you as Y/N.
“I need you.” She cocks an eyebrow, those three little words stirring her erection. There’s a slight blush across your cheeks as you finally meet her eyes. You take a step forward, wetting your lips. Without hesitation, she closes the gap, capturing your mouth with hers, grinding her hips into you.
“You’re mine tonight, Y/N.”
Your breathing becomes ragged as she drags her lips over your neck, down to your collarbone, and into the valley of your breasts. Her hands cup your ass, pulling you into her.
“Say it again,” her voice is soft but stern. You are quick to obey, feeling her bulge brush against your thigh.
“I need you, p-please,” you stutter out as she nips the sensitive skin on your collarbone, clearly marking you.
“Good girl.” The praise washes over you, adding to the growing wetness in your underwear. She lifts you up, lips still attached to your neck before setting you on the bed, your legs wrapped around her waist. Without waiting, her hand finds the zipper of your jeans, lowering it before sliding her fingers beneath the material, brushing against you. You buck against her hand, moaning softly. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, Y/N? All for me.”
“Yes, only for you, Natasha” you cry out. Her fingers are dancing around the place you want her to press against, teasing you.
“Good girl,” she mutters before pushing two fingers into you, beginning a steady rhythm. The pleasure builds fast, her fingers working diligently on your sensitive bud. Suddenly, the roughness of her fingers disappears, and you whimper painfully, your orgasm moments away. “Patience, Y/N,” she chuckles, undoing her belt. “I thought you needed more?”
“Yes. More, please. Please. Fuck me, Nat.”
“Well, since you asked nicely…” She slides herself into you, and the feeling of being filled by her pushes you over the edge. You moan loudly as your orgasm crashes into you, waves of pleasure being fueled by her slow pace…
