Kinktober 2024

Pumpkin Carving

Summary: Carving a pumpkin with your girlfriend was supposed to be a fun and easy task, well, that was until you got distracted by the sight of her toned arms and her seductive hands, unable to stop your thoughts from remembering how her fingers felt deep inside you

Warnings/Tags: Soft Dom Natasha/Sub Reader, Teasing, Quirophilia/Hand Kink, Brief Knife Kink, Fingering, Orgasm Delay, Very Brief Allusions to Choking and Strap on Sex, Kitchen Sex, Teasing, Praise Kink, Multiple Orgasms,

Word Count: 3.7k

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Staring ahead at the pumpkin placed in front of you, your brows furrowed as your mind searched for an appropriate design to carve into it, your face expressing your confliction as you continued to stare, wiping your hands down on the cloth after having just finished gutting the orange object. Your fingers deftly picked up the pencil to sketch onto the rough and uneven surface but nothing creative came to mind, your eyes flickering over to your girlfriend, hoping to use her pumpkin as inspiration.

However, instead of looking at the spider she was carving into it, your eyes drifted to the woman instead, admiring Natasha as she focussed on the task at hand. You couldn't stop yourself from staring at her arms, the tank top she was wearing displaying her toned arms for you to drool over, the way her muscles flexed slightly as she dug the knife into the flesh of the pumpkin. It was hard for you to comprehend how doing such a simple and mundane task could have such warmth flowing through you, your pupils dilating slightly as you continued to tentatively watch her, your gaze drifting lower.

Your eyes intently watched her nimble fingers wrap deftly around the knife, the way one of her veins protrude slightly, sending another flood of arousal through you as she moved skilfully, grasping every ounce of your attention. You were simply in awe of her and her hands, the way they were so effortlessly efficient with whatever she was doing, how within a second she could go from being soft and gentle to powerful and dominant. It was mesmerising.

All you could think of was how her finger tips felt against your skin, the tender and delicate moments the two of you spent wrapped in lover's embraces, how her fingers would thread through your hair, trail along your arms, your bare back, how her thumb felt brushing against your cheek tenderly as you lost yourself in those captivating shades of green. You also adored the way they felt when her fingers would grip your chin, tilting your head up in a teasing manner, how her grip would be strong but soft, letting you know exactly who was in control as you peered up into her darkening green.

Then there were the more sinful and teasing touches she offered you, the way her fingers would wrap around your throat so dominantly or slide into your mouth for you to clean, wanting you to lick your come off her finger as she toyed around with your body. You loved the way her slender digits controlled you, how they knew exactly where to brush and when as she would kiss down your body, the sheer amount of pleasure they caused when they'd slide through your dripping cunt, easily sliding in and filling you up, or the delicious pain that'd spark through you when she spanked your ass black and blue, the strap on pounding into you without mercy.

Too busy focussing on her hands as she tilted the pumpkin slightly, the muscles in her arms flexing as she lifted the heavy object, you missed the way mirth sparkled in her eyes, her lips tugging up into a knowing smirk, practically feeling the ogling look you were giving her as your mouth parted momentarily, too busy lost in your inappropriate thoughts.

"How's your pumpkin going?" The Russian innocently asks, snapping you out of the image of her fingers buried deep inside you as she stole your breath away with her fervent lips, your confused gazed meeting her expectant one as she watches her words process in your mind slowly, the cogs turning. Instantly, your gaze flickers away from her, cheeks flushing a deep red as you stare at the orange surface, no pencil or carve marks engraved in as you still hadn't decided on anything, too distracted to think clearly.