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What happened to all the talk about dumping his ass? You finally broke up with the asshole they all hated and now they can’t help you pick up some stuff from his family home.

And fuck, you don’t want to see him but you really need the bathing suit you left at his parent’s place. It’s Carol’s birthday and you don’t want to be late for the party. 

Fine, whatever. You’re a big girl. You can do it.

Still, it takes you five minutes of sitting in the car before you gather the courage to drive there. Kate’s definitely overreacting, because it only takes you fifteen minutes to get there.

It’s a very nice house, in the outskirts of the city. There’s a terrace, a freakin home theater and a pool, which is why you left your bathing suit there last time.

You nudge your car door with your hip, removing your sunglasses to admire the view of the city from the hill.

You’re not going to miss your ex, but you are going to miss this view.

Before you have a chance to knock, though, someone steps out of the house and you stay glued to your spot, feeling like an intruder.

Natasha Romanoff, stepparent of he-who-shall-not-be-named, looks at you, a little startled.

You hesitate too.

Does she know? Did he tell her all the bullshit he pulled? Or just lied and made it out like you were some crazy woman?

“Hi, detka” she breaks the silence and your heart skips a beat.

Oh, my.

You’re going to miss that beautiful, raspy voice a lot more than you’re going to miss the view. 

“Hi, Mrs. Romanoff”

“Call me Natasha” she says with a smile and you nod.

“Even if I dumped your son?”

“Stepson” she makes the distinction as if it is something important. “And I’m… very sorry about the way he treated you. You deserve better”

“Thank you”

It was nice to hear it from someone as mature and grounded as Natasha. Truthfully, she had been wonderful to you throughout your relationship and you were worried she’d think you didn’t notice or weren’t grateful for her kindness.

“Of course. And if you ever need anything… I’m always here”

You have to stop yourself from swooning at her. Gosh, why can’t that idiot be half of the person Natasha is? Thoughtful, kind, caring. All qualities your ex lacked, and Natasha had too much of.

“I’m actually here because I left a bathing suit and I’m going to this party. I don’t know if I could just go look for it or you can look, if you’re not comfortable with me being inside your home…” you stutter.

“None of that. You are always welcomed” she says, reaching for your hand. You smile, and follow her inside. “You know the way to his room. Anything that’s yours, take it. No questions asked. He doesn’t deserve half the things you gave him, anyway”

“Uh, ok. Thanks Mrs…” 

“Detka”

“Thank you, Natasha” you correct yourself, going up the steps before she can catch your blush.

As usual, his room is a mess. Even if he doesn’t spend so much time here, because his mother and Natasha are divorced. Of course, Natasha always welcomed him, considered him family even if the only reason they were related was no longer “valid”. 

Thinking about Natasha is distracting you from your actual task, so you shake your head and open the drawers. The first thing you notice is a black thong that does not belong to you. But you already knew he was cheating.

At least you were clean. You got tested as soon as you found out he was sleeping around.

“Asshole” you mutter, closing the drawer and walking to the closet. There it is, your blue bikini, neatly folded at the top of a laundry basket that he probably didn’t do.

No, this must have been Natasha. There’s a knot in your stomach at the realisation that this is the last time you’ll see her. Part of you wants to stay longer, pretend you couldn’t find it… but no, that’s ridiculous. Natasha doesn’t care that you’ll never see each other again.

A text from Darcy snaps you out of your thoughts. It’s getting late and you’re sure the bathroom at Carol’s will be crowded, so you decide to change into the bathing suit here, and just put on your denim shorts and t-shirt over it.

For some stupid reason, you get completely naked, kicking your shorts to the side and bending down to get the bottom half of your bikini.

And then you hear the door opening. 

“Hey, did you… shit. Sorry”

Natasha slams the door shut and you stay in the same position, ashamed. 

She got a perfect view of your ass and probably a lot more than that, with you bending over, back to the door.

The bathroom is across the hall, why the fuck did you have to get changed here?

You get dressed so fast that your arms get stuck in your t-shirt. You need to get out of here and get drunk because you’ll never be able to look at Natasha in the eyes again.

As you get down the stairs, every step feels amplified by your shame. You don’t even know if you should say goodbye or just leave.

But that would be rude.

So, you put on your big girl pants (a decision that has proven to be disastrous so far) and walk up to her study. 

Seems like Natasha’s not the only one that doesn’t knock, because you come in without thinking of announcing yourself.

Natasha looks up, slightly alarmed and you avoid her eyes, blushing.

“Detka… I’m sorry. I thought you’d leave after… I should have knocked. I’m so sorry” 

“No, it’s fine. I should have changed in the bathroom. Stupid mistake” you chuckle, finally looking up. Natasha is frowning, and you walk up to her desk. “I should get going. It feels… weird to say goodbye to you. But I guess there’s no reason for us to meet again” 

“Well… yeah. I guess so” Natasha sighs.

If you only knew, ever since she heard you broke up with her stepson, she’s been desperate to find a reason to keep in touch.

Natasha was happy to hear that you finally found the courage to leave him. Even if she had certain affection for her stepson, she knew his mother had raised him to be entitled and selfish.

You deserved better.

She’s still thinking about her conflicting emotions, but you mistake her silence with annoyance. You look down, because you know if you keep staring into those green eyes, you won’t be able to leave.

“Oops, my shoelace” you notice, kneeling to tie it. Always happens when you put your shoes in a hurry. 

However, you completely forget about that when you get a look at Natasha under her desk. 

Particularly, at the erection that’s straining against her pants.

Fuck, fuck.

Your mouth waters at the simple thought of being on your knees for her.

But you can’t just…

Can you?

No, you need to approach this slowly. Casually. Maybe she’s just… very visual. She saw you naked and got hard. Big deal.

“You know…” you begin to say when you get back on your feet, Natasha looking at you intently, completely unaware that you caught her. “I always hoped some of your… traits would rub off on him. Maybe that’s why I stuck around for so long. I hoped he’d be as gentle and kind as you are”

“That’s… very nice of you. You deserve someone who values you. You’re amazing, detka” she says and you smile, looking around her study, moving towards the bookcase, glancing at some of the titles. 

“Yeah… I keep thinking I should date someone older” 

“Oh. Maybe. That doesn’t always guarantee that they’ll be more mature” she tries to joke.

“Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Date someone younger” you throw the question in the air, looking at her. Natasha struggles to keep eye contact, unsure on how to reply.

Truthfully? Not until she met you.

But what kind of person would she be if she went after her stepson’s girlfriend?

“I don’t know. Depends”

“On what?” you say, relentless.

“On what kind of person they are. Their plans for the future”

“How well they look bent over?”

This is too much, and it’s taking too long. The image of Natasha’s dick against her pants has your panties soaked. 

She needs to fuck you now.

“I can explain”

“Ok. I’m listening” you stand next to her, and she looks up at you, confused. 

Her frown morphs into a shocked expression as you kneel and settle between her legs.

“You don’t have to…”

“Were you not looking at me the other day when I was at the pool?”

Natasha looks away, her face almost as red as her hair. She’s about to apologize when you place your hands on her thighs, and she’s sure her voice is gone.

“Honestly, I’m tired of pretending that I don’t want this. Because all this time, I was hoping, wishing that I could be with you”

The admission makes her gasp, but you’re too focused on the tent in her pants to say anything else. Your hand goes up, slowly, squeezing experimentally. Natasha almost jumps out of the chair and you smile, pleased.

“Are you sure?” she says, knowing that she won’t be able to stop herself if you keep touching her like that.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life, Natasha”

With a sigh, she pushes your hands away and you’re confused for a second, but then she pulls her pants down to her knees, briefs going next as her cock springs free.

“Fuck” you say, almost passing out. It’s big and thick and pulsing, almost red, precum already leaking.

You need it in every one of your holes.

Before Natasha can ask if you’re sure (again), you lean forward, giving the tip a kitten lick. 

Natasha throws her head back, moaning. Your warm mouth envelopes her, inch by inch, until she hits the back of your throat and it is a miracle she doesn’t come on the spot.

For a few minutes, all that can be heard is Natasha’s labored breathing and the wet sounds of your mouth working to give her pleasure. As you break apart to catch your breath, Natasha’s eyes shoot open.

She wants to taste you. 

A primal need overcomes her as she looks at you, beautiful and wrecked from giving her what’s probably the best blowjob of her entire life.

“Come here” she says, stumbling as her pants are still on. She pushes you to stand up, and then makes you sit on her desk, as she throws everything on the surface to the floor.

“That’s hot” you say as she takes off her pants to move freely. She stands between your legs, and you spread them so she can settle.

“Can I taste you?” she asks, almost shyly, and you want to laugh, because her dick was fucking your mouth thirty seconds ago.

Instead of answering, you take her hand and slide it down your body, hovering over your cunt.

“I’m so fucking wet. You’re making me soaked, Natasha. So, yes, eat me out, bend me over and fuck me anyway you want. Just, please, please…”

You’re about to plead for her to touch you when her lips crash against yours, the kiss desperate and messy as she undoes the button of your shorts and you kick them off. 

“Fuck” Natasha sighs when she realises you weren’t kidding, your cunt glistening with arousal. She sits at the edge of her chair, your legs positioned over her shoulders. You’d feel too exposed if it was anyone else. But Natasha’s gently touching your legs, leaving a trail of kisses from your calf to your inner thigh.

“So beautiful” she mutters before diving right in. Her voraciousness takes your breath away, arms giving in as you lay completely flat on the desk, enjoying the way her mouth moves against your entrance.

“Fuck, Tasha” you moan, fingers threading through her locks as her tongue goes up and down your slit. “I’m going to…“

That’s all the warning you can give her, as a flow of arousal gushes out of you and drips down her chin. She continues to lick you, aware that you’re too far gone to do anything else than take it.

You’re still recovering, but the thought of having her inside you is what keeps you from slipping into a post orgasm haze. It takes you a great deal of effort, but you sit up, chest heaving as Natasha helps you. The sight of your arousal on her face makes you clench.

“I…”

“We should…” she says and your heart drops. Is she regretting this?

“Want to go to my bedroom? I just think… you’d be more comfortable. Unless…” she begins to stutter, but you pull her by her shirt, shuting her up with your lips.

“Yes. Please. I need you inside me, Tasha”

The way her breath hitches tells you this is something she wants too. You’re a mess of limbs and half discared clothes as you leave the study and go up the stairs, this time for a far better reason.

As you walk through the door, you realise you’d never been inside her bedroom before.

Why would you, anyway?

You both look kind of ridiculous, the top of your bodies covered in clothes while you stay naked from the waist down. So, you decide to take off the t-shirt and the top of the bikini, your nipples hard as you turn around.

And the way Natasha’s looking at you? It sends chills down your spine.

“Off” you pull her shirt, when she approaches you, and she smiles, lifting her shirt over her head. 

You knew she was ripped, you had seen a bit of her muscles when her shirt rode up. More than once, you had daydreamed about riding her abs until you came.

“See something you like?” she jokes and you laugh, hand going down to squeeze her dick.

“You definitely do. Still hard”

“Tease”

“You have no idea” you say, smiling as she kisses you once again, this time slower until you submit completely and let her set the pace. 

“Bed” is all she says when you break apart. 

A little too eagerly, you climb to her bed and she takes a second to admire the sight of your naked body waiting for her, legs slightly spread open.

Natasha had been dreaming about this for so long, so she takes her time enjoying the moment. Her hands squeeze your breasts and you let out a long sigh as her mouth sucks on the right nipple, her tongue circling the nub until it’s almost painfully hard. You don’t even notice when she bites down, unfazed at the possibility of a bruise.

Truthfully, she’s not sure she’ll last long once she’s inside you, especially if she goes raw. Unless…

“Condom?”

“Still on the pill” you say, impatient. “I wanna feel you”

The eagerness in your voice is enough to make her focus back. 

“Have to stretch you first” she says, kissing the spot behind your hear as she places one of her hands next to your head, the other circling your entrance. You moan, one of your hands going to squeeze her forearm. “Relax, baby”

And you do, you try to at least, but you’re so wet that you hardly think it’s necessary to stretch you out. So, you end up flipping Natasha on her back, the older woman letting out a yelp as you sink in her shaft with no warning.

“Fuck, you’re so big” you moan, staying still to get use to her size. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”

“Do you…?”

“Gimme a second, baby. Just… yeah, that’s it” you say after a moment, starting to move in a circular motion. Natasha’s hands fly to your hips, mouth open as she enjoys the way her cock is enveloped by your warm and wet cunt.

“Detka, you’re so good” she says as you start to ride her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

“Fuck me, Natasha. Your cock is so deep, fuck, come inside me, please” you say, overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re feeling. 

It’s Natasha’s turn to flip your positions. On your back, you spread your legs and allow her to fuck you into the mattress, going hard and fast and deep, her hot breath against your ear as you moan louder and louder, begging her to go faster.

“I’m close, baby. Are you close too?”

“Yes” you whine, finding it hard to even form a coherent thought.

“Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside, fill me up, please” you beg, and Natasha groans, picking up her pace. As your orgasm approaches, you clench around her and that’s all she needs to let go.

Natasha groans as she releases all her seed inside your cunt, and you’re surprised by the way she keeps going and going.

The thought of being bred by Natasha makes you clench and she moans, still too sensitive.

“Sorry” you giggle, embracing her sweaty body as she collapses on top of you. 

“You ok? Want some water?”

“Yeah. In a minute” you say, wanting to stay close to her for as long as possible.

“In a minute” Natasha echoes, smiling as she feels your heartbeat against her chest.

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Darcy: Where are you?

Y/N: Gonna be real late.