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Part of Me

Scarlett Johansson x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 5Kish

A/N: Ngl, this is a fic I update sometimes on Wattpad and thought it’d be good to cross post maybe. It’s very much just one I plan to write for fun.

Chapter 1

You'd taken the DNA test to find out more about your ancestry. You didn't expect to find out more about your parentage.

There was a maternal match. It wasn't your mother. You stared at the account trying to guess who they could be. She was listed as only SJ, no other information was provided.

You hadn't known what to do, not for those first few days. You couldn't look the woman you'd thought was your mom in the eye. She'd lied to you. You were old enough to know, you should have been told. There'd always been this pressure for you to fit in better with the family. You stayed silent as the resentment filled you.

The words caught in your throat. At night you'd stare at the initials that hid your biological mother. You wondered why she was on the website.

It was three days until something happened.

You woke up to an email. An account related to you had reached out. It was your mother. You'd scrambled through the email, hitting the embedded link hurriedly.

'Hi.' The message opened. Your attention caught on the first word and your heart pounded. It was your mom's words.

'I've always hoped that I'd have the opportunity to write this. I want to say that I love you. That I always have. I''d like to get to know you better, if you want that too? - Scarlett'

You couldn't breathe, your eyes read the words over and over again. She loved you. You thought of the family around you that had never loved you quite right. You felt your heart fill with the hope that this was the reason why.

You mouthed her name silently to yourself, trying to decide if it sounded strange or familiar.

You went to school reluctantly, too distracted to focus on anything said during classes. You read the message over and over again, trying to believe it.

When the last school bell rung, you dawdled on the steps outside and sent a reply. You'd been trying to plan the best response all day, still you sounded awkward.

'Thank you. I want that more than anything - Y/N.'

You checked your phone again when you were back home. Scarlett's response was already sitting in your inbox.

'Would you like to call?' The message asked, along with a phone number.

Suddenly, everything felt very real.

You told her yes and arranged to call that evening. You were more withdrawn than ever that evening, no one in the house noticed. For once, you didn't care. All you could think about was the call.

At the agreed time, you typed in the phone number. The option to video call appeared. You pressed it. You wanted, more than anything to see what your mom looked like.

You felt your heart in your mouth as the phone dialled. The image cleared and your jaw dropped at the woman on the other end of the call.

You knew her. SJ flashed through your mind as you recognised Scarlett Johansson. She didn't look like you'd ever seen her.

Her hair was dirty blonde and tied back in a loose ponytail. She was wearing rounded glasses and seemed to be sitting in a home office. Her jumper was stripy.

The same strange and familiar feeling settled over you. Your Mom was one of the most famous people in the world and she looked so friendly.

Her smile was wide when she took in your face. You felt shy immediately, you'd been so excited to see your mom, you'd forgotten that she'd want to see you.

"Hi." She greeted you softly with a small wave.

You found yourself waving back, feeling so much younger than you had in years.

"I didn't expect a video call." She said casually. "But I always wanted to know what you look like." There was a pause and you watched Scarlett hesitantly through the screen.

"You're famous.' You mumbled unthinkingly. Even through the screen, you could feel Scarlett's discomfort.

"I am." She agreed carefully. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." You rushed out, feeling suddenly very awkward. "It's just I've been watching you my whole life and I didn't realise."

Scarlett's smile was small and sad, but it was still there.

"I've wanted to meet you for so long." She said quietly, voice nearly lost in the crackling static.

"Why didn't you?" You asked, feeling suddenly defensive. You realised abruptly, that in all your excitement, you'd forgotten the truth of it. Scarlett hadn't wanted you. She'd given you up.

Scarlett told you that she'd followed legal advice during the adoption. She'd been advised to have an entirely closed adoption. The risk of the story being leaked to the press was too high. She'd felt pressured by her own management team, by people around her.

It had been a year after your birth that she'd been in a place to reconsider what had happened. She told you that all she could think about was how much she loved you. That she had missed you more than anything.

There had been no legal option for her to find you. No way to reverse the decision that had been made.

Maybe it was because she was your mom, but you trusted Scarlett already. You told her that you'd never been told that you were adopted. Scarlett's face flashed with frustration and pain.

"You were meant to know." She told you and her fingers played with her necklace as she spoke. "You were supposed to have the choice to contact me, if you ever wanted to."

"I would have." You admitted, feeling sudden tears in your eyes.

Scarlett closed her eyes for a second and she wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I want to know you." She said directly. "I want to be as much a mom as you'll let me be."

You smiled. You realised that Scarlett already made you feel loved. You started crying properly, the feeling of happiness and warmth was sudden and overwhelming.

"I want that too." You repeated, and Scarlett's smile was brighter than anything you'd ever seen.

Scarlett's daughter called out from the other room, her head turned automatically. She looked back to you a second later. A look of guilt flashed over her face and you knew she needed to go.

"It's okay." You assured her, the happy feeling was unrelenting now. "Maybe we can talk more?"

'Are you on your summer break?" Scarlett asked suddenly and you realised just how much she meant what she'd said.

"This is my last week." You confirmed, not daring to believe what you thought she might ask.

"Visit?" Scarlett implored and her fingers played nervously with her necklace again. "Any time you want. I'll arrange the travel, everything."

You nodded, not sure what to say. It seemed like an impossible dream.

"I can't believe I found you." Scarlett mumbled to herself before the call ended.

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You slept well that night. You didn't quite feel like yourself. The call felt so unreal that you checked your call log just to see the number. You saved her as a contact, you left it under her initials as SJ.

Scarlett had sent you a kind text that you read the next morning. She wrote her messages like formal emails. She'd asked you to tell her about yourself. You told her that you didn't know what to say.

Her reply was fast and filled with suggestions. You spent the day answering the most mundane questions from your mom. She wanted to know your favourite everything. Colour, animal, school subject.

You asked about her day too. The reality that you were texting a famous actress was even more disorientating. She described her day with obvious disinterest. Meeting with a director, call with her agent, picking up her daughter from a playdate, meeting with Marvel executives.

She asked you cautiously about your family and you told her how things were. She didn't tell you that she was concerned, but you could feel it in the follow up questions that she asked.

You were back at home when Scarlett finally asked what you knew she'd been wanting to ask all day. When would you tell them that you'd found her? You explained that you knew how upset they'd be. That you didn't think you could stay here if you told them.

Your phone rang instantly. It was a voice call from Scarlett and you picked up. You hated answering calls as a rule and you found yourself mumbling a hello.

"Hi honey." Scarlett said softly, obviously thrown by your clear nerves. She asked more about your family, if there were reasons that you were scared. You found your voice grew stronger the more you told her. It felt good to finally tell someone how difficult it was to get along with your family.

Scarlett promised you that you would always have a home with her.

"What about school?" You asked, not believing that she'd thought this through. You didn't think she could really want a near stranger living in her house.

"It's nearly summer vacation." Scarlett reminded you. She told you that it might all be okay with your parents, but she was here if you needed. That everything would work out either way. You realised then, that she was talking like a real mom.

"Okay." You said. "I'm going to tell them now, before I chicken out." You hung up before you could think about it for too long.

You told your family. It was even worse than you'd expected. Voices were raised. You were given the ultimatum. To stop talking to Scarlett or leave. You remembered what Scarlett had said. You remembered that warm feeling of having a mom that you trusted so easily. You didn't have that here.

They were telling you to apologise when they were the ones in the wrong. They had hidden who you were. You told them that you had every right to speak to Scarlett. They stuck to the ultimatum. You were told to leave.

You went back to your room. You texted Scarlett. You told her what had happened. You were crying as you wrote it and you knew she could sense your tone.

"I can't stay here." You typed.

"Pack a bag." She replied immediately. "I'll book a flight."

You packed in a rush, unable to process the stinging abandonment of what had just happened. Scarlett called you ten minutes later. She told you that she was going to send you the flight information. She explained that there'd be a taxi at your front door in twenty minutes.

She checked if you were sure. You told her that you were, your voice sounded hoarse from the crying and shouting. Scarlett told you that she loved you. The words caught in your throat.

The taxi arrived exactly as expected. Your mother looked thrown as you headed for the door. She tried to block it, she told you the ultimatum wasn't real. You asked her if she loved you like you were her real daughter. She hesitated. You moved her arm out of the way and found the taxi.

You couldn't get her hesitation out of your head as you drove to the airport. You couldn't stop crying. You looked terrible as you went through security. You realised that Scarlett had called ahead. There was a member of staff guiding you through everything. They looked very sympathetic. You were young and couldn't stop crying. You realised that it must look like someone had died.

You sat in first class on the plane and it felt bizarre. You plugged in your earphones and tried to block out everything. You couldn't process what was happening. You should be sleeping. You should have school the next day. You realised how abrupt your absence would seem. You didn't care.

Even exhausted on the plane, you felt excitement start to build. You were going to meet your mom soon. You didn't know how that could be real.

The plane landed and you were guided again through the checks. Suddenly, you were standing alone with your small bag in an empty part of the airport. You'd been guided into a small room. It didn't feel like the official Arrivals area. Nerves and anticipation seized you as you realised why you'd been directed to a private room.

The door at the far end opened and Scarlett walked through. The silence in the room was unbearable. Scarlett hurried forward. Her eyes ran over you with a kind of desperation. She moved faster. You took a step forwards too.

Her arms opened and you fell into her embrace. Scarlett's arms tightened around you and you felt safe. Your breath hitched as you tried not to cry. You felt like she was family. Scarlett kissed the top of your head.

This time you didn't hesitate.

"I love you." You mumbled out against her top. Scarlett's arms tightened even more.

"I love you too." She answered, voice thick with emotion and happiness. "Everything is going to be okay."

When you broke apart, she picked up your bag and her other arm moved protectively around your shoulder.

"Let's go home." She said as she began to lead you out of the airport. You leaned against her side automatically.

Everything still felt like a dream, but as you slipped into the passenger seat of the car, you realised that this was your new life. You didn't know what was going to happen. Scarlett closed her eyes before she started driving and let out a long breath.

You realised that this felt like a dream for her too.

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Chapter 2

It was still dark when you arrived at Scarlett's house. She lived within a gated community and you shrank back automatically in your seat as she drove past houses larger than any you'd ever seen before.

Neither of you were talking and the atmosphere felt awkward. She pulled into her driveway and turned off the car's engine. Scarlett turned to you and there was a long moment of silence. Your breathing felt too loud and you looked away in embarrassment.

Scarlett cleared her throat nervously. "We should head inside.' She mumbled and you nodded. You couldn't help the discomfort that was rising inside you. You wanted to trust her. She was your Mom. 

Still, this was a woman who had abandoned you once. An alarm bell rang quietly in your head, reminding you to stay guarded. You followed Scarlett to her front door.

Before she could turn her key in the lock, the door opened from the inside. The man standing there seemed friendly, his smile was polite. He was clearly expecting you both.

'This is Colin.' Scarlett informed you awkwardly and you tried to meet his smile. The weirdness of meeting such a welcoming stranger washed over you. Suddenly, it felt hard to breathe. You tried not to let it show on your face.

'It's nice to meet you.' Colin told you simply and you nodded silently. His arm slipped around Scarlett's waist as you both entered the house. He took your bag from Scarlett and kissed her cheek.

The prickling strangeness of everything kept creeping over your skin. The orange glow from the hallway window told you that dawn had just broken. 

You tried not to let your disorientation overwhelm you. It was natural for you to feel like this, so much had happened.

The awkward silence fell between you again as you lingered in the entrance. Colin seemed most aware of it. When Scarlett didn't say anything, he spoke again.

'You must be tired?' He asked. 'We can show you your room.'

You nodded again, your voice was caught in your throat. Scarlett looked nervous or uncomfortable, you couldn't tell which. You wondered if she was regretting inviting you here. 

Tears burned suddenly in your eyes, you fought hard not to let them fall.

The house was obviously beautiful, your head swivelled around as you followed them up the large wooden staircase. 

You walked along the next hallway thinking that this was easily the biggest house that you'd ever been in. 

You paused curiously when you passed by a very pink bedroom with its door ajar.

Scarlett caught your hesitation.

'Rose is staying with her Dad for the week.' She informed you, scanning your expression clearly to read your reaction. 'He had some work in the US.'

You kept your face purposefully neutral and nodded again. A tight and tangling knot started to build in your stomach. You had a sister, a half sister technically, but still a sister. You were too scared to ask if you'd be allowed to meet her.

You weren't even sure if you were going to be kept a secret from everyone, or just the public. You tried to be logical. It was understandable if Scarlett didn't want to tell anyone, her privacy wasn't always in her control.

Every time that Scarlett looked at you, you felt the shooting awareness that she was famous. You'd seen her on-screen countless times. 

You kept your mouth tightly shut as Colin led you into the room two doors down from Rose's bedroom. It was clean and bright, the bedspread was blue. The wooden furniture fit well with the rest of the house. 

It was a perfectly designed guest room. You realised that was exactly what this felt like. Scarlett and Colin felt like perfectly polite hosts. This wasn't anything like family. Not yet.

'Thank you.' You forced yourself to say. Your voice was embarrassingly small. You felt just as small yourself.

When you were finally on your own, you sank down onto the bed. You stared blankly at your bag, where Colin had left it in the corner. It felt like you'd been picked out of your life and dropped into a new one.

You kicked off your shoes and lay back against the pillows. You stared up at the ceiling. You'd been left to get some sleep before lunch, but that felt impossible.

Feelings conflicted inside you. 

Unspeakable was the anger and resentment that lingered just below the surface. You thought about the pink bedroom you'd seen. You imagined Scarlett hanging up the fairy lights around the window herself. Scarlett had chosen to keep Rose, but not you.

You tried to remember that it wasn't that simple, but as tears clouded your vision, they also clouded your thoughts.

The other feeling was the strangest of all. Despite your unexpected arrival here, more than anything in the world, you just wanted Scarlett to like you. You wanted to stay. 

This house was beautiful. Colin's arm around Scarlett's waist seemed perfectly simple. Rose's mom clearly loved her. 

There was a working family here, you didn't want to be the ugly blot that ruined it.

You wanted Scarlett to want you too. It wasn't hard to guess why the feeling clawed at your chest. She'd chosen not to keep you once before.

Eventually, your eyes closed and you fell into a half-sleep, fuelled by your exhaustion from the night of travel. You weren't quite unconscious but you still bolted upright when you heard the quiet knock on your door.

You felt flushed as you hurried down the stairs a few minutes later.

You followed the smell of chicken through to the kitchen. Scarlett was alone, sending you a nervous smile as you entered. Her hair was tied up, but loose strands framed her face easily. She'd clearly been in charge of the cooking, the oven mitts were next to her on the kitchen counter.

'Hungry?' She breathed out in a rush.

'Sure.' You affirmed, trying to ease her nerves with a calmness of your own. You moved forward, sliding into the closest chair at the large oak kitchen table.

There was a large casserole dish set in the middle of the table. It looked like chicken parmesan.

Scarlett placed an empty plate in front of you as she sat in the seat opposite you. As she sat down, she anxiously tucked the loose strands behind her ears.

You caught her next moment of hesitation and realised she didn't know if she should serve for you. 

You moved forward to help yourself to the chicken, wordlessly answering her question.

It was understandable that Scarlett was confused, she was used to eating with a six year old.

'Where's Colin?' You asked quietly, still not sure if it was your place to ask. They were clearly together, but it hadn't been officially introduced to you.

'He went to work.' Scarlett replied and the answer was so obvious that you felt heat rush to your cheeks. You kept your eyes on your plate, feeling too shy to speak to your own mom.

Scarlett made an attempt after a few minutes of quiet eating.

'Did you sleep well?' She asked you. You swallowed a bite of chicken and gave a nod.

'Yes, thank you.' You answered politely. It felt so ridiculous. You had so many questions burning inside you. You just didn't know how to ask.

The silence fell again and this time it was nearly unbearable. Your mouth was dry and it became hard to finish the meal.

'I cook when I'm stressed.' Scarlett confessed randomly and your head snapped up to look at her. She looked vulnerable as she spoke and you couldn't look away.

'I was so nervous to meet you.' Scarlett paused. 'I still am.' She added with a small smile.

You matched her small smile and the tightness around your chest released.

'Me too.' You whispered shyly.

'Right.' Scarlett agreed with a nod. 'There's so much I want to say, but I don't know where to start.'

'Yes.' You agreed with a fervent nod. Strange spikes of happiness started to run through you. It felt relieving to be seen and understood, you hadn't been expecting it.

'Why don't we ask each other questions.' Scarlett suggested softly. 'Let's just get it in the open.'

You nodded as you chewed on another piece of chicken.

'You first.' Scarlett prompted immediately, putting her fork down.

You swallowed, feeling suddenly put on the spot. Without thinking, the words fell out of your mouth.

'Who's my dad?' You asked bluntly.

The words hung horribly in the room.

Scarlett's expression fell suddenly. Her careful smile morphed into a pained expression. She blinked twice. You watched her lips press together tightly. She looked like she was desperately trying to think of something to say.

Regret rushed through you.

'You don't have to answer that.' You hurried out, hating that you could cause that much pain without meaning to. You took a deep breath.

'Can I ask my question again?' You checked. Scarlett nodded, clearly trying hard to cover the abrupt pain that your question had caused.

'Is he someone I should know?' You asked instead, shifting another piece of food around your plate with your fork.

Scarlett shook her head immediately.

'No.' She whispered.

'Okay.' You affirmed determinedly. 'That's all I need to know.'

"Are you sure?' Scarlett checked, and you heard the underlying insecurity in her tone.

'Yes.' You said, smiling carefully at her. You couldn't help your small shrug.

"I trust you.' You explained simply.

It was as if your words shone sunlight onto Scarlett. She broke into a sudden, soft smile.

'You do?' She asked with barely concealed surprise. Her eyes scanned yours carefully.

'Yeah. I moved in with you, didn't I?' You replied with a silly grin. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you said the words out loud.

Scarlett's hand jerked out across the table on impulse. She took your free hand in hers. Her hand was warm, her thumb rubbed along the back of your hand. The same feeling of safety from the airport rushed through you.

'I'm so glad you did.' Scarlett assured you.

You squeezed her hand silently, feeling overwhelmed.

'Living room is through there.' Scarlett said after a moment and there was something much more sure in her tone. She sounded unquestionably like a mom. 'Go watch something on TV and we can keep talking in a bit.'

You found yourself shaking your head.

'Let me help clear up?' You asked instead, gesturing at the dishes.

'If you're sure?' Scarlett checked as she stood up.

Together, you brought the dishes over to the counter. You started filling up the dishwasher in a peaceful kind of silence.

It felt good to be useful. It felt good to work away that lingering feeling of being a burden.

'What's the plan for the rest of the day?' You asked as you walked together through to the living room, ten minutes later.

Scarlett moved to the large green sofa and sat down readily. Her feet slipped up onto the edge of the coffee table. She patted the space next to her and you sat down obediently. 

You kept your hands in your lap, still painfully aware that this wasn't really your house.

'There's no plan.' Scarlett answered with a small shrug. There was something about her gesture that made your heart jump. Even if she didn't quite feel like your mom yet, Scarlett was definitely feeling like a good friend already.

You took a breath and curled your feet up on the sofa. Even if you were just pretending that this was home, it still felt good to pretend.

'It's your turn to ask a question.' You prompted.

'Right.' Scarlett nodded as she leaned over to the iPod dock on the side table next to her. 

Folk music that you didn't recognise, filled the room.

You snorted with laughter and Scarlett turned immediately to face you.

'What?' She asked in confusion.

'Nothing.' You answered with a grin. 'iPods are just a bit retro.'

Scarlett rolled her eyes.

'It still works and it has all my music on it.' She protested and her defensiveness made you giggle.

Maybe it was from the hysteria of the day, but once you started laughing, it was nearly impossible to stop.

Scarlett stuck out her tongue as you held your side trying to repress the laughter.

'Your question.' You gasped out, ready to move on from the desperate urge to keep giggling. You definitely hadn't had enough sleep for the day you were having.

Scarlett looked thoughtfully at the blank TV and you gave her the silence to word her question. The mood of the room shifted to something more serious and you tried to prepare yourself for what she might ask.

'Do you understand that I always wanted you?' Scarlett asked hoarsely, her voice breaking as she spoke.

Her eyes met yours with an electric kind of intensity and you felt the world stop for a moment.

'It was just circumstance.' Scarlett whispered and you saw the ghosts of past things flicker across her eyes. 'It was never because of you.'

A lump caught in your throat and you felt a tear roll down your cheek. You didn't know what to say. You weren't even sure you did understand. 

Noone had ever wanted you that completely before.

Wordlessly, Scarlett shifted on the sofa. Her arms opened and you shuffled over into her offered hug. She held you close to her and you sank into the feeling.

All the worries and fears dissipated for a moment. 

It was all worth it. Everything was worth it if you were going to get a mom who wanted you like this.

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kotenok part. twelve

while you and natasha share a moment of serenity with each other, it’s interrupted when you argue about the conflicts in your relationship.

older!natasha romanoff x younger!reader

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You wake with your head buried between her neck. Natasha smells like lavender, honey, and vanilla all at once. With her hair strewn across her pillow, crimson red locks, curled into little ringlets, they make way for the features on her face.

The way she scrunches herself nose in slumber, pink lips parted as she breathes, and the freckles say a quaint hello as the sun shines softly on the both of you.

It’s small.

The days like these where New York city isn’t in a cloud of pent up rain and thunder, the days where the sun is out to play, shows off for a daring sunset when it hits eight o’clock right on the dot.

The days where you get to wake up with the love of your life in your bedroom with your head buried in the crook of her neck.

You’re the first one to stir awake. Your limbs aching from prior activities from the night before. Only then, which to remind you of the purpling hickeys left on the skin of your inner thighs and thin parts of you neck.

A thumb rubs along the bruising colour on your leg, hissing when you realize it’s still fresh as a wound. You don’t mind it, it’s all what makes you owned by Natasha and you’re proud.

But as the chilly air of the AC hits you awake, you sit up against your body’s aching will and a yawn washes the sleep away.

Natasha is next to wake up. Her arm moving over to your side in instinct of searching for you. When she fails and feels your side empty, but warm, her eyes flutter open to find you staring at her with swollen eyes.

“Morning.” You beam at the older woman with a looped smile, which she returns in the process. But when the slumber in her slips away and Natasha leans her head against your back, you feel her warm breath fan against your skin.

Her arm circles against your tiny body and tugs you close against her front. The older woman has no trouble dragging you against her for the sole reason she overweights you in size.

When you melt against her front, feeling her mock your actions as she buries her face against your neck, your body loses all control in an effort to just feel your lover.

“Good morning, moya krasivaya devushka.” She whispers it like a nun in prayer, like you were the only thing she believed was worth worshiping.

And despite the language barrier, you welcomed her embrace and smiled through it all.

“I have no clue what that meant, but good morning to you too.” The redhead hums against your skin, her pale slender fingers drawing circles against the skin that protects your ribs.

She makes another noise of content, this time, pulling her head away to pepper open mouthed kisses on the paper thin skin of your pulse. You jerk slightly in response, but found pure and content comfort in her touch and hold.

The older woman held you like that, breathing in and out as her chest presses against yours. With the curve of your back pressed against her chest, her lips on your skin, gentle sayings were whispered along the way.

“I love you.” She tells you, and Natasha makes you feel it every day of your waking moment.

You smile in return, your head lulling back against her shoulder. The action makes the older woman pause and sigh. “I love you more.”

When you and Natasha finally find the energy to slip away from bed and enter the common room, the two of you are greeted by your friends. Steve is bright and awake, covered in his gym clothes, you have no doubt he just came back from running with Bucky.

Natasha has her hair in a braid, settled to one side, she dawns black leggings with a zip up hoodie that looks too small for her. You gave that to her, the grey hoodie from Lululemon that was a size too big for you, was then rewarded to your girlfriend when she said she was a size four while you were a zero.

She makes oatmeal for the both of you. Raisins in yours and she likes hers bland. Wanda enters the room, and when she does, awareness of her presence is inevitable. But she gently smiles when she sees the two of you.

Suddenly, it’s not all too bad.

When the two of you sit on the barstool next to each other, Natasha plans the day ahead.

You stand beside the older woman as she signs the receipt, with a big purchase like that, Natasha doesn’t even blink an eye at how the total exceeds two zeros.

You pursed your lips in tow, biting your tongue after to let the question from slipping from your lips. But just as Natasha finishes with the sales associate, the redhead looks up from heavy red lashes and stares with striking emerald eyes.

“What’s on your mind, darling?”

The sales associate disappears the moment the bag is in Natasha’s hand. She doesn’t bat another eye at the employee despite being well aware of his knowing look towards the famous Avenger.

It’s the first time Natasha calls you by such name in public and especially around people. As you stare into her gaze, the smile on her lips present and deepening the smile lines and wrinkles, you know it’s genuine.

You shake your head, smiling as you flush under her gaze. “Nothing. I love you.”

Her brows raise a bit. Her lips purse just as yours did, the only difference is that she’s forcing a smile away. Her pale cheeks are red now, you almost feel bad for making such a sensual woman blush within a simple advocation of admiration.

But she expresses back with a hand reaching out to yours. She squeezes your hand, and then she lets the grin rip all over her face.

Only then, you remember the very first time you’ve loved a girl. The brown headed girl, with the pale skin sprinkled with freckles, and her striking green eyes.

You don’t remember anyone else to love after her. She was only there for a brief moment in your life, a few years or so, sat on different sides of the steel bars, and only then, you remember what it is to feel in love.

You know, and you remember because as you stand there with a smiling Natasha Romanoff, you feel it in the bones that were once broken and bruised, now healed and kissed by none other.

She cocks her head this time, curious and concerned for the sudden silence on your end. And this time, she reaches out with a touch of comfort on the pads of her finger tips.

“You sure?”

You balance the weight of your body on your right feet, shoulders sagging as you blink naively at your lover.

“Did you see the smile Wanda gave us today?”

Natasha is the type to suppress her emotions. The type to have been trained to do so for her whole life. And with that training, comes a time of need. In this moment, you can’t read her.

Your shoulders sag and you purse you lips, waiting for her answer if if it were going to burn you.

“I did.”

“I’m glad.”

She raised a brow. “Are you?”

You nod this time, a small smile erupting on your chapped lips. “I am.” You sigh softly. “I think... Well, I hope, she’s opening up to the idea of my happiness with you.”

“I hope that’s her intentions.” Natasha stands taller now and the sales associate is long gone, had been since he handed her the bag. “You never know with Wanda.”

“She has been hurt, Talia.”

“As if you hadn’t been.” The redhead scoffs, almost offended. “Do not apologize on behalf of the woman who hurt you, darling. It only makes you look bad.”

You get angry with Natasha for a moment. Your heart aches with a hurt that you’ve haven’t felt.

“I’m not apologizing for her behalf.” You snap back accordingly and this time, Natasha stands to tower your small stature. “I’m merely sympathizing for her pain because I know what it had been like for someone important to me be taken away.”

You go on with a warm face and blurred vision. It makes Natasha look like a white blob with red hair.

“It’s not wrong to care, Natalia. It’s not wrong to care about people who have been hurt. And it’s definitely not wrong to care about someone like Wanda who’s experienced enough torment in their life. I am trying to be better than the people who have made me. But I am sorry if you cannot see that.”

“I’m not blind.”

You huff at your girlfriend’s words and for the very time, your throat aches at the idea of talking to Natasha about such a topic.

“I never said you were.”

“You implied it.”

You shake your head, attempting to remove the impending ache that spread across your temple and your front. You sigh when it doesn’t work and so, your shoulders sag in defeat.

“I’m ready to go home.”

And this time, Natasha doesn’t reply back. She doesn’t snap back with a comment, she doesn’t try to talk back to you with a tone that makes you want to step away.

Instead, she leads the way out of the store, then through the crowded floors of the mall, and then into the parking where a valet driver returns her car. You sit where you’ve always have, next to her, but as the silence settles in her Corvette, you realize how much the argument has affected her.

She even goes to grip the steering wheel with a hold that makes her knuckles white and she huffs. As she stares right ahead of her, through the glass and the line painted onto the concrete floor of the parking garage, she’s the first to break the silence.

“You’re right.” You blink up at her when she says the words and the anger you held for the older woman shatters with a crack. “I suppose I’m afraid of her hurting you the way other have done it. I just want you to be happy and I just want your life to be filled with people who do make you happy. Even if it means rejecting those who fit into mine.”

She goes on. “You’re right that it’s not wrong to care about people but I just want you to be careful about how you care for them. I’ve met the other end of the witch, darling, she’s just not all about the words she speaks. If she wanted, and that’s a big if, she could make you disappear.”

You swallow to speak but apparently, she had more to say. “Wanda... I never loved her. At least not in the way she wanted me to. We both craved something that we couldn’t fully give, I needed a distraction, she gave it, but she expected more and I didn’t. It’s hard enough loving someone who’s twenty years your junior and everyone is chastising you for it but doing it with a failed one night stand who seems to have fallen for you? I’d take you anywhere just to have peace with you.”

When the silence settled back in and she finishes, you reach for the love of your life’s hand with a touch so gentle, she would’ve never even felt it if you hadn’t slipped your fingers through hers.

“Wanda is someone we can’t force out of our lives.” Natasha knows that and you too. “But I want to keep loving you without fear or judgment of others. And if apologizing and catering to her will do that, I’d gladly take the opportunity.”

When Natasha turns her head and faces you, a pink shade to her cheeks, a frown blossoms on your lips.

“I never meant to chastise you for caring about people. I think it’s great that you do, but I worry and I just want you to live your life to the fullest. Wanda has no part in our relationship and I don’t think she should, regardless of what she used to mean to me.”

“I know. I know.” Your response to her apology is one that’s genuine. And as Natasha starts the car and backs out of the parking garage, you hold her hand and squeeze it. You turn to her with gentle eyes and an aching heart.

For a moment, she takes her eyes off the road, it’s empty anyways, Natasha has a sense of a bird, of an assassin. She’s always on guard. And for a second between that moment, her eyes shine with glimmer.

“I love you.”

Her hand squeezes yours, and the air runs through the locks of your hair as the windows come down. Your gaze never leaves your lover and you know, even now and even through the argument, you love her, no doubts, no hesitation, even through the worst of it all.

“And I’m sorry.”

You shake your head at your lover’s words. Despite it all, you know she means well, she means her words and her actions with all the love she has for you.

She’s willing to drop everything for a life of happiness with you and your heart aches at the thought of her selfishness, her willingness to just be with you.

You smile at Natasha when the car stops at a light, your features soft while she replicates your own.

“I know.”

There hasn’t been any certainty for a while in your life but as you look at the redhead, you know you’ll be alright.

Jealousy, Jealousy

Summary: Y/N gets a little bit jealous that Natasha doesn't see the way that she feels about her- so why not see if she can make her a little jealous with her best friend. Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Theme: Smut Word Count: 3.6k Warning(s): 18+ | Smut | Fingering | Oral | Cursing | Mommy Kink Author's Note: I uh- don't have much to say about this. But who doesn't love a jealous/possessive girlfriend. (Healthy, of course.)

There was never a point in time that you could recall not knowing that Natasha Romanoff was the only woman you wanted to call yours.

Her smile was one of the first things you had always noticed about her. Teeth flashing with each eager grin, a faint indentation of dimples and accented cheekbones, as she would slip past a laugh or a shoulder nudge with the expression. She was never generally one to get mad towards you, in fact, you can’t generally recall a time when she ever raised her voice towards you.

Certainly, she never held back from anyone else on the team, especially Rogers or Stark when they chewed at her nerves. You could remember a point in time where Steve had gotten on your case about failing to subdue an enemy quickly enough, and the redhead was quick to act in your stead. You’d never seen the super soldier sulk back further than when Romanoff was in his personal space. She was never afraid to break past his comfort-zone as she snapped back at him in defense for you. Most of the time you couldn’t hide the incredulous smile at watching Rogers tuck his tail while Natasha would gather herself and drag you away from the situation.

Your eyes darted to the familiar pull of her laugh echoing across the room, leaning against the bartop as Bruce Banner chuckled along with her. She stood slightly bent forward, propping herself up against her forearms as you watched her eyes glint with amusement. A swell of jealousy pooled in the pit of your stomach when you noticed Banner’s eyes default to the subtle view of her breasts that were exposed under the low-cut V of her t-shirt. Of course, you couldn’t generally blame him, she was beautiful. It wasn’t just the infatuation of her body to you though, which maybe was far more dangerous.

“You’re practically as green as him,” Wanda’s voice chimed as she slumped beside you on the couch against the opposite arm, throwing her legs up to lay across your lap.

The only response you offered her at first was a dramatic roll of your eyes, scoffing at the words before turning away from the sight of Banner’s hopeless flirting. She wasn’t necessarily wrong, you were green with envy, and the ability of telepathy that Wanda held made it pointless to fire back any denial. Instead, you only casted your glance down, observing your best friend’s legs that were strewn across your lap. “You can be such a brat.”

A laugh bubbled out of Wanda’s chest as she shot you an uneasy grin, leaning up slightly. Her back bent forward as you felt your breath hitch at close proximity she’d soon found beside you. The warmth of her breath ghosted across your ear, swearing for a moment you could nearly feel her lips against the cartilage. There was no doubt about it in your mind that Wanda Maximoff was beautiful, but you were so invested in your feelings for Natasha you didn’t see her as much more than your best friend.

“We could…” a faint pause caused you to match Wanda’s gaze out of the corner of your eye, “make her jealous?”

The sensation of Wanda’s fingertips tracing up your forearm ignited a fire in your stomach you didn’t know could be lit by the touch. An array of goosebumps flourished across your skin as your head involuntarily lolled to the side to listen closer to the brunette’s words, and to faintly admire the way her breath washed across your skin. Even your best friend couldn’t ignore the flutter of butterflies in her abdomen at the way you gave into her. You were so infected by any touch right now, your body was falling into any little skin to skin contact. She continued the motion, and you couldn’t help yourself but to test a glance towards Natasha.

“Don’t,” Wanda scolded harshly, nearly making you wince at the roughness of the witch’s thumb and finger twisting your chin to look back towards her, “we’ve barely even started.” She wasn’t bluffing, her chin dipped to let her lips brush upwards along your neck, drawing a scratchy moan from the back of your throat. The sound took you both by surprise, and you felt her nails slightly press into the faint muscle of your bicep. A faint string brewed in the spot, but it was jaded by the way Wanda took the skin at your pulse between her teeth. You could feel the smirk pulling on her lips against your skin, she was enjoying this. And you felt yourself questioning whether it was because of the reaction you were giving her, or if Natasha had taken notice and begun to brew.

You wanted to look in her direction, to see if the woman you longed for was turning just as green, but Wanda had you amply distracted. She was sucking softly on the tissue, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to draw out a moan beneath your breath once again. A wave of embarrassment rocked through you, hoping no one else heard the slip- except maybe Natasha.

‘She’s watching,’ the brunette’s words drifted through your mind, and you scowled at the fact she was communicating telepathically. You hated it when she did it, but right now, it was probably less obvious than outright saying it to you in the chance the assassin saw or heard it. The impatience in you briefly won out, and as Wanda was busy working her lips along your neck, legs still across your lap, you chanced a glance towards the redhead.

Your best friend was right, Natasha’s jaw was locked in place, paying no heed further to whatever Bruce was spewing as emerald irises were even more darkened in the dim lighting of the event hall. You couldn’t help the wash of enjoyment that grew when you watched her meet your gaze. With an unexpected grin, taunting the older women, you parted your lips to draw out an exaggerated groan of pleasure as you tipped your head back, eyes closing to let Wanda continue with you.

The feeling of her lips against you was undoubtedly making you squirm slightly, after all, who wouldn’t appreciate a beautiful woman having her way with you if even for a taunt? If you weren’t so distracted, you wouldn’t have mistaken the sharp grasp around your other forearm to be Maximoff’s, but the velocity in which you were pulled out from underneath the witch’s legs made you gasp as you stood face to face with Natasha. Her eyes were even more unforgiving up close, flicking back and forth between you and Wanda, who still wore a shit-eatting grin.

“Nat, is there something I-”

“What are you doing, Y/N?” She snapped firmly, keeping her fingers still wound snug around your arm as she stood intoxicatingly close to you. You could smell the faint floral aroma of her perfume that wafted past your nose, trying to keep your focus matched to hers despite the fact her body was nearly flush to you. Wanda had already left you in a state of slight desperation, and now that you were under Natasha Romanoff’s grip you could physically feel the pooling arousal between your thighs. You didn’t even notice the dismissive glance that the redhead sent towards your best friend that had her chuckling and removing herself from the situation.

A toothy smirk sprawled across your lips, trying her patience as you spoke, “You were busy with Bruce.”

The realization dawned on her almost immediately, her brows pulling together as she cocked her head, “You were jealous, weren’t you, sweetheart?”

You nearly felt your demeanor crumble at the way she now had the upper ground over you, throwing in the pet name only solidified that. You could just deny it, shake your head and roll your eyes at the accusation, but you knew she wasn’t stupid enough to believe that. Especially given the fact you’d whimpered at the way her grip didn’t relent around your arm when you tried to pull back.

“Don’t worry,” she mused, stepping towards you to a point where you had to bite back another sound of imprudence at the feeling of breasts pressing to your own, “I’ll show you how much of yours I am.” The grin on her lips never faltered as you sent her a bewildered glance, the look enticing a lowly chuckle from her, “I think you’ve been pining after me long enough, Y/N.”

This time it was your turn to pinch your brows together at the words. She’d known this entire time the evolving crush you’d had for her like a young child, and she’d toyed with that knowledge. You wanted to dispute that, or at least criticize her for taunting you this long when she knew damn well how you felt. Instead, you yelped at the way she tugged you along her path, dragging you back towards the elevator. You couldn’t deny yourself the luxury of casting Banner a short glance, looking like a wounded puppy which almost made you feel guilty.

“Where- where are we going?” You tried, struggling to keep up briefly behind her long and quick strides. A breath left your lungs as you finally drew in air once she stopped with you at the entrance to the elevator, impatiently tapping the button before looking over her shoulder at you.

“I told you, I’m going to prove how much of me is yours,” this time her tone was serious, unwavering, and her lips were pressed into a straight line. You might’ve fallen into a trance under her gaze if it hadn’t been for the sound of the elevator chiming to announce it’s arrival. There was no moment of hesitation as the older woman tugged you into the elevator, not even giving you time to glance back to the befuddled expressions on the rest of the team before the doors slid shut.

“But, where are we-”

Natasha’s body stepped around you quickly, cutting you off as her hand immediately pressed the emergency stop on the panel. A look of confusion met her as she stepped back in front of you, again leaving you no chance of a rebuttal before her hands were cupping your jaw and her lips were slamming against yours with velocity. Your balance wavered slightly, but the hold she had on your jaw practically kept you upright as you whined into the kiss. A faint taste of blood drifted over your tongue, but instead of inciting pain, it only made the drive of pleasure in you increase.

With your face firmly in her grasp, she began to step backwards, leading you along with her. Your feet struggled briefly, momentarily forgetting how to walk adequately before you were able to move along with her. You briefly took control, ushering her further back even when she tried to stop in the middle, not stopping until her back crashed against the back wall of the elevator. A gasp leapt from her lungs which you took advantage of eagerly by thrusting your tongue between her lips. The action rewarded you with a moan from the assassin that fell muffled into your mouth as your tongue swiped across hers. You wanted to repeat the sentiment when her taste rolled across your tastebuds, but you restrained yourself.

Your hand snaked down between you both, reaching vicariously for the bottom hem of her t-shirt. A laugh reverberated in Natasha’s chest, falling into your lips as she dropped her hands from your jaw to help you. She pulled the shirt off quickly, discarding the clothing item carelessly into the corner, hungrily cupping your face between her palms once again. The satisfaction of you in her grasp didn’t last though, pulling back to break the kiss as your lips ghosted down the side of her neck. A slow breath receded between Natasha’s lips, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, as you continued to trail your lips lower down and over her collarbones towards her breasts.

“Y/N-” the purr of your name falling across her tongue, and the feeling of her stare dropping down to watch you, only made your stomach churn in impatience. Your fingers worked to pull down the thin lace of her bra, silently appreciating the fact it was so easy to pull to the side. Her fingers forfeited to tangle back in your y/h/c strands as you took her nipple between your lips, earning a low groan of satisfaction from the older woman. You sucked back sporadically, gingerly using your teeth to scrape along the soft tissue and grinning at the involuntary jerk of Natasha pushing her chest closer against your mouth.

“Fuck…” the curse rolled off of her tongue as she pressed her head back against the wall of the elevator. Your tongue wrapped around the hardened bud, dropping your hand to now push under the waistband of her slacks. There was something particularly alluring about Natasha being in business casual wear, and right now, you were ever so appreciative of it. Your fingers dauntingly moved further down, clenching your jaw sharply at the realization that she wasn’t wearing any panties. A wicked grin crept across Natasha’s lips at knowing of the discovery you’d made, but as she moved to speak, your fingers ghosted along her slit, a moan ripping free from her throat at the touch.

Your fingers continued along her, gliding with ease at the thick coating of her slick. Any suspicions you had of Natasha being attracted to you in this moment were gone, feeling her practically dripping without even having touched her in the way she truly desired. Your lips abandoned her breast briefly, brushing your lips against the warmth of tanned skin as you spoke, “God- you’re soaked, mommy.”

The name caught you both abruptly off guard, your cheeks flushing in warmth as a shade of red sprawled across them. Natasha’s focus snapped down to scan over you, and at first you thought she was going to pull back, but when you felt her hips roll down to grind against your palm, any worry was sated. Her teeth hooked over her bottom lip, pupils nearly blown out in lust as a smug grin grew on her face. “Mommy, hm?”

You nodded shallowly, completely enthralled by the older woman who was helplessly grinding along your palm for any helpful friction. A whimper sounded in your chest when her hand clamped around your wrist, removing it from her pants and gently pushing it back in your direction. Your eyes watched her cautiously, thinking maybe she’d had enough, but as her fingers worked at the zipper on her slacks, you only felt the heat between your legs grow.

“You’re going to make mommy come then... okay sweetheart?” Her tone was coarse, deeper than it usually came across as she shimmied out of the slacks, letting them fall around her ankles before kicking them back to where her discarded shirt sat in the corner. Seeing her nearly nude in front of you, minus her bra, was sending you into a spiral. It was one thing to drool over Natasha Romanoff in her Black Widow garb, but seeing her completely exposed in front of you was a whole different ball game.

“Yes...” you quipped, nodding almost too enthusiastically as she returned her grip to sink through your hair with an approving chuckle. A slight pull against your hair brought you to your knees, and back towards her hot centre, feeling the heat practically radiating against your lips. You involuntarily whined as you felt her hook one of her legs over your shoulder, pressing her heel to the small of your back to keep you locked in place.

Whatever hesitancy you had left was void now, leaning in to let your lips traverse upwards along the inside of her thighs. As you continued upwards, you slowed the kisses at the crook of her thigh, just shy of where she wanted you most. Occasionally as you kiss along the spot, your nose would brush along her slit, causing her to pull you closer towards her, growling in a soft warning, “Stop teasing, детка [baby].”

You cast a final glance upwards, meeting Natasha’s glare that’s locked to you, and although there was a dominance in it, there was a softness behind her eyes as well. That was enough an answer for you to continue. Without notice, you rolled the flat of your tongue upwards, pressing deeply through her folds. You couldn’t stifle the groan at the mixture of a salty and sweet taste that filled your mouth from her slick. Natasha’s heel dug faintly into your back as her head fell back again, a moan rising from her chest that bounced off the metallic walls.

The grip she held in your hair tightened, anchoring you deeper against her cunt as she ground down onto your tongue. Her moans continued to decorate the elevator space, trying your best to find your breath against her. One of your arms lifted, looping around the thigh she had lifted over your shoulder, keeping her in place, while the other used the thumb of your freehand to press a circle against her clit.

Natasha’s strength faltered, but thankful to you, the support of her being draped over your shoulder kept her in place. The feeling of her nails scratching against your scalp made you groan against her, sending a vibration through her that made another gasp of pleasure break. Your tongue pressed down further, finding her entrance and slipping in without any resistance. Her walls promptly clamped around you, trying desperately to pull your tongue deeper. She was barely ushering sounds at this point, most falling trapped in her throat between the breaths she was trying to draw in. Your eyes lingered upwards to watch her, her mouth agape to silent sounds of pleasure as her head stayed tipped back against the wall. In all your time with the team, months and months of flirting and sly retorts, you never thought you’d get to this point with Natasha Romanoff. But here she was, riding your tongue, and falling apart under your touch in the confines of a stilled elevator.

“Come on, pretty girl, more,” there was still a slight hostility of a warning behind the plea, but regardless you weren’t going to test your limits. You were far too thankful for the fact that you’d gotten to taste her at this point, that you’d do anything she wanted you to do. The hand that you had previously working at her clit dropped down, simultaneously withdrawing your tongue from her core. An unexpected groan from the emptiness played from Natasha, teasing two of your fingers along her entrance before thrusting fully into the cling of her walls, bottoming out at your knuckles.

A scream of pleasure burst from the older woman, her back faintly arching off the wall to newly adjust around your digits. You withdrew slowly, helping dwindle the sting before thrusting sharply back into her and being rewarded with a gasp as her fingers tangled into your hair.

“Right... there,” she moaned between her lips, barely giving herself a chance to breathe before more followed as you began to pump gradually in and out of her soaked cunt. “Don’t..fucking...stop,” she slurred out between broken pants and sloppy moans. The sound of fucking you with her fingers sent you into a frenzy, wanting more and more as you began to already feel her walls flutter around you.

The coil in her stomach had begun to tighten, the thigh rested on your shoulder noticeably trembling as she grew closer to the edge. Your fingers continued to vigorously thrust into her, curling deeply to strike her g-spot with intention each time. The appeal of her chasing her orgasm made you want to keep her like this, but at the same time all you wanted to do was please the redhead. You leaned back in, running the tip of your tongue in quick circles along her bundle of nerves. That was all it took to send Natasha spiraling over the edge of climax.

Her thighs immediately tightened around your head, her leg wrapped around you following suit to keep your mouth in place against her. Your fingers continued to draw in and out of, ignoring the continuous clench of her walls fluttering as she came undone around them. A smile undeniably danced across your lips, your eyes watching her up through your brows. Her orgasm spilled along your knuckles, running partially down your wrist as she writhed against you. You never thought anyone could ever look so beautiful through an orgasm, cliché or not, but Natasha had you swooning entirely as she finally began to come down from the high.

“Sh-shit…” she breathed out in a light laugh, her chin finally dipping back down to match your gaze. Her leg fell off of your shoulder, and you took the time to remove your fingers from her cunt, bringing them to your lips to clean her orgasm off of you. Your own breathing was sporadic, caught by surprise when Natasha pulled you back up by your chin to clash her lips against yours. A gentle whine emitted against her lips, giving her a chance to slip her tongue between your lips and hum at the essence of her own taste in your mouth. You both stayed like that for a few minutes, your hands trailing random shapes on her abdomen as her hands cupped your jaw in their grasp, before you both drew back.

“See, sweetheart, no need to be jealous,” Natasha mocked gently, holding your stare as her thumb swept across the corner of your jaw, “leave the turning green to Bruce.” You couldn’t contain the faint chuckle that escaped at hearing her words, a smile spreading across your lips before you found them pressed back against her own.

Sometimes- jealousy can pay off.

older!nat x younger!reader fics

under is a compilation of fics that include an age up natasha romanoff with a younger reader. read warnings for more information

older!nat gets a visit from her sunshine and gets mistaken for her daughter

the avengers flirt with reader unaware of her and natasha’s relationship

the avengers have a movie night with natasha and her little ball of sunshine sleeping against her

reader and natasha’s favourite qualities about each other

— nsfw!

coming soon

Y/n: when I was in 3rd grade, we had google earth on the computers. There was also a flight simulator and I would ask kids for their addresses. I would then show them the flight simulator and proceed to fly the plane into their house telling them I destroyed it remotely

Nat muttering: and I’m the bad guy

for the smutty saturday could you do dom!scarlett johansson and sub!r with number 54 please 🥺🥺

There was not much that could make Scarlett mad, but oh did it make her blood boil to see another man touching on her girl.

Y/n knew that she was watching, watching this random guy at the bar leave a lingering touch on her lower back. She wishes she can say that she hated to tease Scarlett, but it was so fun to do so.

The anger that stroked Scarlett’s touch when she finally got Y/n in her grasp always sent her skin aflame. She could feel herself getting wet already from how she's going to handle her later.

She felt her phone buzz in her hand while this guy talked about whatever. Y/n glanced at her locked screen and noticed the one notification that she has is a text from Scarlett.

Don't get yourself in trouble little girl

Y/n locked her phone again before glancing over at Scarlett. Her eyes were staring right at them and if looks could kill, this man in front of her would be dead.

Just then, Y/n decided to laugh at his lame joke as if it was the funniest thing in the world. The people around her looked at her as she laughed obnoxiously, but she didn't care. Her hand came to rest on the man's bicep resulting in another buzz from her phone.

Touch him again and I'm going to drag you out of here

Y/n decided to text Scarlett back:

Or what? I thought we weren't together? I remember you saying something like that or maybe I imagined it.

Y/n knows that using her words against her is going to end with her face forced against a mattress and Scarlett fucking her from behind without an ounce of remorse.

Come here

The guy in front of her was still talking to her as if she was actually paying attention to him. He was cute, seemed really nice too, but she wasn’t interested in him at all. What had her attention was the conversation happening on her phone.

No

Are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?

Y/n locked her phone again. If Scarlett wanted her like she claimed then she was going to have to do something about it. This little game was exciting her so much, lust swirling inside of her.

She was suddenly grabbed by the arm and was dragged away from the guy she was hardly talking to.

"What the fu-"

"Shut your mouth. You lost the privilege to explain yourself."

Scarlett can't even wait until they got to her house. She pushed Y/n into the back of her car. Scarlett forced Y/n over her lap and pulled up her short dress until it was over her ass.

"Such a pretty little ass...too bad I have to bruise it." Her hand came down hard on Y/n’s ass, making her yelp. Y/n found herself feeling embarrassed even though caused this to happen. Anyone could walk by and see what's happening through Scarlett’s dark tinted windows if they looked for long enough. Her heart began to race faster and faster every time she smacked her ass. Her skin burned hot under Scarlett’s touch.

"You don't have anything to say for yourself now, do you? You were such a bad girl. What happened? What happened, honey?" Y/n felt her fingers rubbing her sex through her thin panties. She whimpered when Scarlett’s fingers hovered over and pressed into her sensitive bud. Y/n was absolutely dripping through the cotton fabric of her panties. "You made a mess of yourself baby."

Scarlett pulled her panties to the side to make room for her fingers. She pushed into Y/n’s wet opening and sighed when she felt her warm walls grip her. Tears already stained Y/n’s eyes as Scarlett began to pump in and out of her much faster than she could withstand.

Scarlett noticed how Y/n was trying to grind her clit against her for some relief.

"My little baby that turned on? You want your little clit played with?"

Y/n nodded pathetically, eliciting a laugh deep from Scarlett’s chest. She had teased and teased and now she was reaping what she had sowed.

"Your pussy is tightening around me already. You gonna cum baby? Am I going to make you cum?"

Y/n could only whimper. Scarlett’s thick and agile fingers rendered her silent. She already had two inside of her then she slid another one in. She didn't think she'd be able to talk all three but she did. Scarlett filled her up with her fingers and curled them inside of her. She hits parts that only she knows how to find. The continuous rubbing over Y/n’s sweet spots made her lose her mind. Her words were mangled as she tried to cry out about how good she was making her feel.

Scarlett was relentless in how she treated Y/n’s poor pussy. Even after she suspected Y/n had came around her fingers so soon, the excess of arousal giving her away, she still finger fucked her pussy until Y/n was trying squirm out of her grasp. Scarlett just held onto her harder and kept subjecting her to the onslaught of her fingers.

"This is my little pussy. I'm the only other person who gets to touch this sweet honey pot."

"Yes! It's yours! I'm gonna cum for you," Y/n was able to cry out.

A broken cry came from her throat as she came around Scarlett’s fingers once again and much harder this time. Scarlett felt smug as she brought her to heel after she was feeling bold from teasing her. She always thought she was slick, but Scarlett made her weak in the knees. It was something about her eyes that turned Y/n into her submissive bitch.

Scarlett pulled her fingers out of her, making Y/n whimper from the empty feeling. She felt her tease her slit again before adding pressure to her clit. Her body jerked and she pulled away from Scarlett’s touch.

"Open."

Y/n kept her eyes closed, but she opened her mouth and felt Scarlett’s fingers fill her mouth. She hummed around them and sucked the taste of herself off of her fingers. Her body went slack against Scarlett. She turned her head and finally opened her eyes to look at her..

"This is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you with my cock later. You better toughen up princess, it's going to be a long night for you."

Request something for Smutty Saturday

Y/n: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Natasha: You mean literally or figuratively? Y/n: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

older natty and reader in a swimming pool.

warnings: older!nat x younger!reader, fluff. SFW

The water splashes against your face, soaking the tendrils of hair that frame your cheeks, and as you giggled with a grin while looking for your girlfriend, you found her nowhere to be in sight.

You frowned. “Natty? Where’d you go?”

You were surprised when a large figure gripped your waist from under the water and lifted you. A loud squeak emitting from your sodden lips as you finally looked down and saw your girlfriend carrying you.

“Hello, my little dove.”

You grinned. “Hi, Natty. I thought you left to go sun bathe again.”

The older woman shook her head and hummed, her head pressed against your bare tummy as she twirled the two of you in the pool.

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you, my love.”

You hummed. “That’s okay, though. Wanna play Marco Polo with Steve?”

The redhead rose a brow. “I’m offended that you have to ask me!”