Marvel Imagines

Merry Christmas To Me [N.R.] 🌶🧊

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Natasha can't keep your hands off each other.

Warnings: Literally just smut. Strap on (Nat receiving), Oral (Nat receiving), Fingering (Nat receiving)

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Here's some smut before I go offline for a couple days. Enjoy!

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She couldn't care less about the people in this room, she was surrounded by millionaires and government officials who pretend to be good people because of how powerful a friendship with the Avengers and by association, Stark Industries would be.

If she could have opted out of this gala she would have but being that it was Tony's annual Christmas party, and he had given her no choice but to make her appearances.

All night she had listened to rich narcissists brag to each other about the size of their vacation homes and private jets, she found it amusing every time one of them would trip over themselves trying to impress her.

Natasha stood at the bar, sipping on a glass of whisky on the rocks and checking the time to see how much longer of this dreadful event she had left.

"It should be illegal to look this gorgeous," a voice says, breaking her from her trance.

She looks up from her phone to see you standing next to her.

"Y/N Y/L/N, you are such a charmer," she smiles, "and you look quite strapping tonight."

"Well I had someone to impress," you say adjusting the collar of your suit, "though there is no way I could ever compete with you. That dress you're wearing is out of this world."

"Why thank you. So, are you enjoying yourself?" She asks.

"Seeing you has been the best part of my night," you grin and lean in to whisper in her ear, "and my suit isn't the only thing strapping about me right now."

Natasha gulps, the two of you had fallen into a pattern years ago and that pattern was leaving whatever boring event you were at and making your own fun.

"Well how about we go up to my room so we can be alone," she smirks.

"Lead the way Ms. Romanoff," you say.

Your lips are attached the moment the elevator door shuts and her hand feels the bulge in your pants.

"You brought the big one," she smiles.

"I know it's your favorite," you reply.

The elevator dings indicating you've reached your destination and you barely make it down the hall.

You were ready to take her right there, out in the open, but Natasha continued to guide her throughout the floor.

She locks the door behind you and you have the best view of New York City at night from the wall of windows.

You finally make it to her bed and lay her down, kissing her neck and grinding your hips down into hers.

She tangles her hand in your hair and tugs slightly, bringing you back up to her lips.

Your kisses only get more heated and she starts unbuttoning your shirt until your chest is on display for her.

She squeezes your breasts through your bra and moans as the toy moving between her legs gets her more and more turned on.

You move down her body, hiking the bottom of her dress around her waist to nip at her thighs.

"So wet already," you tease, rubbing a finger over her soaked underwear

"You knew what you were doing the moment you put that suit on," she groans and she was right.

You slowly pull her underwear down her legs and kiss your way back up to where she needs you the most.

Natasha gasps as your tongue finds her, licking in a motion that you had found long ago makes her thighs tremble.

She grasps at the pillow under her, rocking her hips up into your touch.

You suck on her clit and she moans your name, two fingers pushing inside her.

You pump them in a steady rhythm and your tongue flicks rapidly over her clit, Natasha breathing heavily as her first climax hits her.

She lets out a low groan as you remove your fingers but she feels another wave of arousal hit her when you stick them in your mouth to suck them clean.

She watches in awe while you undo your belt and soon your strap is free.

Natasha bites her lip, this is a view she could look at forever.

You position yourself above her, teasing her with the tip of the silicone cock.

"Please Y/N," she begs.

Her moan is like music to your ears as you push the toy inside her, giving her a moment to adjust to the size.

"Remember the last time I fucked you with this?" You say thrusting slowly, "we were on vacation in the Bahamas, we told everyone we were going on a mission and instead spent four days locked in our hotel room."

"I remember I could barely walk after that," she chuckles.

"Every man down there wishes they could be in my position right now, if only they knew I was the only one who could bring the great Black Widow to her knees," you say with a harsh thrust that makes her moan.

"We both know none of them could ever fuck me like you can," she says.

Her words are making you move faster, your thighs hitting hers with every motion.

"You are so God damn beautiful Nat," you say, kissing her sloppily.

For a few minutes the only noise that fills the room are the sounds of your pleasure.

Natasha wraps her arms around your neck and holds on tight as she cums again, chanting your name.

The base of the toy is hitting you just right and Natasha in this state brings you over the edge as well.

When both of your orgasms subside you slow the rocking of your hips, giving her a few shallow thrusts that make her shake from aftershocks.

"So, when can we do this again?" You ask soon after as you are both fixing your clothes to try to hide what just happened when you rejoin the guests down below.

"I'm not sure, but I think Tony's planning a New Years Eve party next week," she winks at you.

"Now that you mention it I do remember hearing him talk about that the other day," you smirk, leaning in to kiss her sweetly.

"As much as I prefer being up here with you the party will be ending soon and I have to make it seem like I never left," she sighs.

"Well, my training with Steve isn't until the afternoon tomorrow, maybe after this you can come back to my room and we can continue our rendezvous," you suggest. "And then we can stay up all night, doing what ever. You. Want."

Natasha shudders. You strut away, cocky. She can't help but watch you leave. God, the things you do to her.