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🕑 Added 2023-01-14 19:51:46 +0000 UTCAuthors Note: I have a lot of WIPs for the patreon and my new tumblr outthismugler, but I've been focusing on those instead of posting. Here is something I was able to completely finish! I will probably not be churning out long fics every week like I use to. I said this before but I probably won't be continuing any of the older series of tier 2, but I do have a new series idea in the process that is a sort of a spin-off to 'I love you, still'.
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[One-Shot Fic]
Pairing: 'Natasha'/Reader
Content: Age gap (older woman/younger woman), sub!reader, power dynamics, name calling/light degradation, oral, sex toys (strap-on).
Natasha felt bad for the girl standing in front of her.
At first she was annoyed to be disturbed on her Saturday afternoon by the ringing of her doorbell and knocking on her door. She was going to just ignore it, but whoever was behind the door was relentless. It was her weekend, her precious weekend to herself while her wife was out of town. She loves that woman to death, but things have been a little stressful lately. All Natasha wanted to do was lay on the couch, watching a new show on Netflix, and maybe make herself cum a few times.
However, after seeing the pretty thing who was disturbing her peace, her plans for the day changed. How fun would it be to have someone so pretty make her cum instead. The girl looked at her with bright eyes and a toothy grin on her lips — lips that are almost blush pink. She was wearing a white shirt and pink skirt that looked more formal than casual yet was somehow so short. She wondered if this was a joke or something. She had seen things like this in porn, but didn’t think it would happen to her. Maybe her wife was setting her up, knowing about Natasha’s tendency to have wandering eyes. But, the girl in front of her would have to be a really good actress to be pulling a fast one on Natasha. The box of cookies had Natasha thinking she was a girl scout, but she was much, much older. She wore a sash that said ‘Kappa Alpha’ and Natasha figured she was a sorority girl. She lives in town over from a private college, but it was bold for one of them to come around here without knowing someone. It would be pretty impressive if this was some sort of elaborate ruse.
“I could really use the help,” she practically begged. “We’re not doing so well with selling and we really need to win!”
Apparently her sorority was dead last for fundraising among the sororities and the fraternities of the state. Natasha didn’t care about the sob story that she had, but she did like seeing her pout and begging with her hand clasped together. She looks pathetic and desperate — just what Natasha likes.
“Hmm, what’s your name sweetheart?”
“Y/n,” she answers forlornly.
By now Natasha can tell she’s putting up an act. She wonders how many houses she went to in this well-off neighborhood and said the same thing only for some horny husband to make a sizable donation to her sorority’s fundraiser. Well it was apparent that none of them took her into their homes and fucked the shit out her — Natasha wanted to change that.
“Well, I’m not sure if I’m in the market for buying cookies. That is an *awful lot in that wagon you got there.”
Y/n is in this neighborhood for a reason. Natasha could easily purchase the entirety of her wagon full of homemade cookies and then some.
Natasha is strong-willed, but weak for a cute girl. She’ll probably buy those cookies and see if her wife wants to take them to work, but first she’s gonna make Y/n work for it. She’s in that short skirt and small, white t-shirt for a reason, to put more than just her cookies on display.
“But don’t worry,” Natasha continues. “I’m feeling generous, and I’m sure you could use the money to boost your chances of winning whatever it is you win for stuff like that, I’m sure it’s more than just gratitude. I’ll buy you out, but what I really want is another kind of cookie and I don’t see that you have the kind I want in the wagon.”
Y/n was too eager to understand any of her innuendos and eagerly agreed. Her sorority really was dead last in sales and she had hoped someone was kind of enough to help her. No one so far had even given her a chance, slamming the door in her face just before she could finish a sentence. It was humiliating to be rejected like that, so Natasha had her over the moon. So over the moon that she was willing to do anything to make sure Natasha wrote that check in her sorority’s name.
“I’ll admit, I turned away the last sorority girl who came prancing to my door asking for a donation.”
“Oh, maybe I’m just lucky!”
“Or maybe you’re just really pretty.”
Y/n’s cheeks heat up. It says that she’s in a stranger's house, and said the stranger hasn’t pulled out their pocket book yet. Was Natasha just messing with her to embarrass her?
“Thank you. Are you gonna write the check for the donation now?”
“I will. I’m not a liar, Y/n, you absolutely can trust me. But, I’m also not the type to just throw money at things. Greek life is supposed to teach you how to be reliable, diligent, and a hard worker. Don’t you think it’s necessary to prove that you’re a hard worker?”
“Y-Yes.” Natasha was making Y/n nervous, but at this point she just wanted the check and felt willing to do anything to get it.
“I thought so,” Natasha raises her hand to rest on Y/n’s check, stroking her warm skin with her thumb, “you’re a very sweet and understanding girl. And just *so, so pretty.”
“T-Thank you,” Y/n stutters.
Y/n wouldn’t consider herself the most swayable person, but now she’s reconsidering that since she willingly walked into Natasha’s house, desperate for a donation. She was too in-over her head to see it just a mere five minutes ago, but it’s clear what Natasha wants from her. Natasha, a very charismatic woman, seems to have dealt with girls like her before. She has a wedding band on her left finger which Y/n does her best to ignore.
“Do you know what you’re gonna do for me to prove you’re a hard worker?” Y/n shakes her head, her facial expression covering up her nerves. Natasha can see right through her though. She knows how nervous she is, but it only turns Natasha on even more. “You’re going to bend over for me and lift up that little skirt of yours, okay?”
Y/n swallows hard but nods her head nonetheless. She’s never been with someone so dominant, forceful even. A wicked smile spreads across Natasha’s face as Y/n agrees to obey.
“Good girl. Now get to it,” Natasha points to somewhere behind them and Y/n’s eyes follow the trail until she turns her head and sees the ottoman behind her. Every movement of hers was a show for Natasha as Y/n listened to her and deliberately slowly walked over to the ottoman and bent over. She didn’t even have to lift up her skirt to show off her panties because it was so short.
Y/n felt like she was under surveillance, Natasha’s glare burning into the back of ehr thighs. She swallows hard hearing the older woman approach her from behind. Y/n wore today’s panties on purpose just in case a handsy husband got excited — she didn’t think it would’ve turned out to be someone’s handsy wife in the end.
Natasha can see the outline of Y/n’s pussy through her panties. The fabric clung to her and barely contained her lips. A patch of wetness gives her away.
“Further apart,” Natasha instructs and she’s promptly listened to.
Jena places both knees to the edge before resting on her forearms to pop her ass higher in the air. She’s startled when she feels Natasha touch her. There was no subtlety at all; Natasha began to handle her without care. Air hits her heated pussy as Natasha pulls them to the side. She holds her breath when she feels a finger poke her puffy lips. She’s able to hold back the whimpers when Natasha is playing with her folds, but soon fails when two gingers slide into her opening.
“There it is,” Natasha’s tone is one of satisfied teasing, “so wet…warm…and very tight. Guess you don’t lend your pussy out to just anyone.”
The accusation left Y/n flustered. She’s not easy or a slut, but it kind of looks that way now. She’s opening her legs for a donation for her sorority. She’s not earning it in an honest way, but she won’t deny that she is putting in the work to get what she wants. Natasha’s fingers fill her tight pussy, pumping into her with abandon. Her arms give away, but Natasha grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her back up.
“Oh my god,” Y/n cries.
Natasha is fucking her fingers into her so fast that Y/n swears she’s about to cum. Her pussy is pulsing around the older woman’s fingers that are hitting her sweet spot. It couldn’t come to an end this quickly, could it? There was something about the woman who she is letting inside of her pussy that doesn’t seem like she will be satisfied with only making her cum by fingering her. What keeps Y/n on edge is how predictable this woman is; she’s not some transparent, horny college kid.
Keeping herself still was hard and if it wasn’t for Natasha’s grip on her hair, Y/n would’ve collapsed against the ottoman by now. The pain she felt because of said grip forced her to keep herself up with her weak arms, but her body spasmed in the process. She keeps whimpering like a pathetic animal while being finger fucked like a whore. It feels so good, unlike anything she’s felt before, but it’s so much to handle. Her arousal drips onto the leather ottoman which is going to leave a big mess later on. Her pussy squelches around Natasha’s nimble fingers.
Natasha loves watching a young, pretty girl squirm for her like this. She can’t remember the last time this has happened…it’s been a few years most likely. Her wife had teased her for having a taste for something different when she looked outside of their marriage, but she had been good for these last few years so she can enjoy a treat when the universe hands it to her. Having this much control of Y/n is intoxicating. She’s in control of the girl’s orgasm and will be the sole cause of it today. She pulls her fingers out of her tight heat and lets go of her hair. With no warning to brace herself, Y/n ends up collapsing forward, whining from the empty feeling she hates. Natasha presses her lips together and pinches them to watch Y/n’s pussy leak like a juicy piece of meat. It’s so much wetness and the girl hadn’t even cum yet.
“You’re a very good girl. Surprised no one else on this block snatched you up before me.”
Being talked to like this was degrading, but why did it make Y/n’s pussy drip? She’s never thought about whether she’s a submissive person but she supposes that it’s just natural for her since this feels so right. She’s so horny and eager for what Natasha has for her next.
“I want them back in,” Y/n whines with a pout. She tries shaking her ass in an attempt to entice Natasha to listen to her. If the older woman thinks she’s as sexy as she acts then surely it would be hard for her to resist seeing her perfect ass wiggle in front of her face. Unfortunately for Y/n, Natasha has a stronger fortitude than that and she’s going to take her time.
“Stop acting like such a slut,” Natasha’s hand comes down on Y/n’s ass to get her to stop shaking. “You’re not in control here little girl,” her tone sends a shiver down Y/n’s spine. Her lesson was quickly learned.
Instead of punishing her further, Natasha gets on all fours behind the college girl and grabs onto her plush thighs. She pulls her back and her mouth meets that sweet pussy. She tastes just as good as Natasha hoped, better even. She licks everywhere besides Y/n’s poor, sensitive clit. Instead she focuses on licking up her slick and getting more of a taste of her. She can feel her flesh pulsing against her tongue and it drives Natasha wild. Moments like this make her become weak and give into Y/n’s desire. It’s not long before she’s wrapping her soft lips around her clit and slurping on the sensitive button. Y/n doesn’t think anyone has made her moan this loud before and she isn’t sure anyone else will be able to.
But, the pleasure doesn’t last long. Natasha stands up and leaves Y/n without climax for the second time. She knows not to complain or throw a tantrum this time, but she can’t help but groan. Her restraint is noted by Natasha who doesn’t plan to tease her for much longer.
“I like you better when you’re being a good girl for me instead of acting like a brat. Stay still and wait for me to get back.”
Y/n was as patient as she could be, and that wasn’t easy. She was still on all fours and she felt like she was stuck in that position as she waited for Natasha to get back from wherever she disappeared to. Y/n couldn’t help but think of the most embarrassing scenarios in the world as she was exposed. What if Natasha’s partner came back home and saw her pussy out like that? Would they be enraged by the presence of a college slut naked in their living room? Or would they enjoy the view and end up joining them? Y/n isn’t sure what kind of relationship Natasha has but she doesn’t intend on asking.
After some time Natasha finally returns. It felt like a very long time for Y/n who was full of suspense but in reality it really wasn’t that long. Y/n felt something poking at her pussy lips again, but this time it was something much larger that it couldn’t have been Natasha’s fingers going back to feel how warm her pussy is again. Natasha places a guide hand on her lower back and holds her cock in the other. The rubbery feeling against her opening is what gives it away for Y/n and she begins to whimper in fear.
“No, no baby,” Natasha reassures her. “It’s okay. I know a good girl like you can take it.”
It was thick, thicker than anything Y/n has probably taken before. If Natasha had let her see it then the college girl probably would’ve protested against it, but Natasha means it when she says she knows she can take it. Her pussy is already so wet that it will make sliding inti easy. She begins to push in without hesitating despite the whimpering from Y/n. Her hand comes back to push against Natasha’s thigh, which is swiftly moved and held against her back.
“You can take it. Don’t act like you can’t,” Natasha gets more taunting. Y/n responds with a moan, knowing that Natasha is going to take whatever she wants.
Her thrust is shallow at first until she starts pushing in deeper. Y/n grabs the edge and bites the couch as she feels herself get split open. “You better not fuck up the leather,” Natasha threatens while pushing in all the way into Y/n’s pussy. She let go and was forced to moan out loud.
She couldn’t believe how incredibly full she felt. With each trust she feels her wall stretch and her pussy adjust to the size. There was a delicious burn in the center of her stomach as she let Natasha fuck into her.
As Natasha’s pace gets faster, Y/n begins to see spots in her vision. Her whimpers get louder just like her grip on the leather gets tighter. It wasn’t long before Natasha was fucking her with abandon. Y/n felt like she was being used just for her hole and it made her skin feel all tingly. Natasha’s grip on her was going to leave a mark either within hours or days. The tip of her cock was hitting *that spot that makes her feel like she’s going to make a mess all over herself. “P-Please,” her words broke as she cried out. Her brain is too much to know if she’s begging for mercy or begging for more. She doesn’t have much of a choice as Natasha’s brutally fucks into her.
Watching and hearing Y/n’s ass slap against her thighs emboldens Natasha to fuck her even harder. The sight of her hole being split in half by her strap almost made Natasha’s heart stop. At the base of her cock is a ring of white cream that creates strings of arousal that cling to Y/n’s folds every time she moves down on the cock. Each deep and rough stroke from Natasha makes her arousal flow until it’s getting on Natasha’s thighs. She was shocked at how well Y/n was taking it.
Her toes curl and tears fall from her eyes as she cums all over Natasha’s cock, drenching it in what feels like the longest orgasm of her life. Her body is shaking and she’s somewhere between moaning and shaking through the pleasure. She’s never felt so good in her life… never felt so used.
When Natasha pulls out, she pushes Y/n down just to see how weak she made her. Of course her arms couldn’t stay strong when they felt like jelly and she fell against the leather. She was completely spent and ruined; how was she to walk out of here as if she was in one piece? The mess between her legs glistened and seeped onto the couch which means it will cling to her thighs all the way back to her apartment. She doesn’t even want to see the sight of herself in a mirror.
Jena doesn’t come to her senses until she feels something almost weightless land on her back. “I think you earned that donation…and then some,” Natasha announces. The college girl groans as she musters up some strength to push herself up. She reaches around and grabs what is a piece of rectangular paper off of her back. It was the check. The check that secured her sorority’s spot as number one in the competition. She smiles at it stupidly in disbelief. Y/n has never felt so used in her life. Her hole is sore and her legs are wobbly, but the worst part is that she’s going to feel this more tomorrow. But, it was all worth it. Now all she’ll have to do is come up with a story to explain how she came up with such a hefty donation.
“Don’t hesitate to stop by if your little sorority needs another donation, sweetie.”
