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Being officially in a relationship was something new to Natasha. But being in a relationship with you was probably the wildest thing that could had ever happened to her.

For starters, you both skipped so many steps by living together.

Natasha couldn’t remember the last time she actively slept in her own bed. She would say she forgot how her room looked even, if it wasn’t for the fact that she only went in there for clothes. And sometimes just to take a nap while you were out — the redhead always found her way back to your bed either way because your sheets smell so good and it was easier to sleep somewhere she felt safe.

She wasn’t complaining, but some days she stared at the ceiling waiting for you at night and wondered if this was normal or if you were just doing it for her sake, afraid of hurting her feelings by kicking her out of your room.

Because it wasn’t only sleeping in there.

Slowly, Natasha started leaving things around your room without actively noticing it. A pair of clean boxers, hair ties, one or two hoodies that she knew you liked, a new pair of boots you bought her and her cologne sitting alone on the other side of your vanity desk as if that was her side.

Everything was perfectly set around, though.

The redhead wasn’t a mess. She always cleaned after herself, she always picked her clothes from the floor, but she was never one to notice the small things. Who cared if her toothbrush was placed in the wrong spot? You did.

So slowly and silently, Natasha was trained into perfection because she cared more about your wellbeing than fighting about everything she managed to place wrong. She whined about it, but she learned nevertheless.

You hated when her hair ties had hairs? Natasha spent more time cleaning them and placed them where you told her she could.

You color coded your clothes and arranged them by day and level of usage? Natasha sat one evening in your closet and learned the pattern and logic behind your obsession so her hoodies were placed correctly and she also followed the same pattern in her closet to match with you.

Her cologne mirrored the way your perfumes were ordered. Her toothbrush had an specific place, her underwear was perfectly folded and her boots now had a small space in your closet that she always kept clean because now she cleaned her boots after every usage — you hated when they were dirty.

The redhead knew how specific you were with almost everything in your life. And before dating, Natasha tried her best but didn’t put that much effort because it was casual and you never said anything. You still didn’t say much about it, but she also learned to read your body language and she wanted to be perfect for you.

You would point something out, not scolding but also not so casual as you thought and Natasha would panic thinking you were about to break up with her. So she made mental-notes to never do it again.

And you noticed, of course you did. Because just like Natasha learned to read your body language better than anyone, you learned to read hers.

You caught her more than once fixing the coffee table before you arrived home; you saw her the way she took extra time cutting your food; how she always replaced your body wash before it ran out because she was the reason it was running short or the way she learned how to do your bed.

And your heart fluttered at the small gestures; the redhead always got rewarded with sweet kisses and some times with a well deserved blowjob.

But it also worried you.

There was a thin line between trying to impress and losing yourself to your partner. And you didn’t want another you, you had more than enough with yourself. Natasha balanced you out, she represented the freedom you only felt when dancing and you were afraid that she would lose herself in you trying not to lose you.

After all, it really was her first relationship.

It wasn’t like you were the master in that field — you had your fair share of partners, five to be exact. But just as much as Natasha wanted to take care of you, you wanted to take care of her.

However, for someone that was so structured in her daily life, it was getting hard to bend your rules for her. She would do something accidentally and you had to take a few minutes to remind yourself that the world wasn’t ending for a mistake. Natasha was human and she wasn’t you, she was allowed to make mistakes.

You were trying for her. Really trying.

The honeymoon phase inside the apartment was something more domestic, more caring, silent and sweet. Because everything else you already were doing before officially dating like watching movies together, sleeping together or having sex as if you were planning on repopulate the universe.

It was safe and warm. It was so new that at times it felt a little weird and that’s how you ended up fighting — afraid of losing the magic between you as if that was what really tied you to each other.

But it always ended the same way. You and Natasha naked in between your sheets and wrapped in each other’s arms because maybe you skipped steps but that was your rightful place now.

Outside the apartment, though, Natasha had it a little harder than you did. But it was basically her karma. At least, friend wise.

Clint gave Natasha one week to enjoy her love bubble. Just one because that’s how long she gave him when he started dating Laura. But when the week ended, he brought hell with him and mocked Natasha at the slight demonstration of affection or submission.

The redhead remembered that one time Clint was pacing nervously, trying to buy as many sweets he could because Laura was having her period and an awful week. And Natasha laughed, she mocked him just to gain a glare from him and said very proudly and very loud:

‘That’s simp behaviour, dude. Imagine being so whipped by a woman that you are about to freak out. I would never, single life is the best!’

Was it really a surprise when Clint repeated almost word by word to her when she was the one freaking out because you were stressed out since finals were approaching and it was that time of the month?

Probably the favourite part for Clint and the most amusing one was watching Natasha turn down those girls that despite what people said, still tried their shot. Deep inside, Clit was truly happy for his best friend because she looked happy. That never stopped him from mocking her.

‘Won’t you hit that? I thought you liked the attention, Tash. What? Are you chained now or did you just lose your magic?’

The redhead always glared at him or started a physical fight if you were around because Natasha was working so hard to show you she was trustworthy and her best friend wasn’t helping.

She always failed to realised how amused you were, though.

How could you be mad if the same woman that used to fuck anything that moved and flirted like it was a sport, now walked you to every class, carried your backpack and looked annoyed at the minimal interaction with others that weren’t you?

Girls flirted and Natasha would immediately introduce you with an emphasis on the word girlfriend. And she always looked very proud of herself as if you were her greatest achievement.

But Natasha could handle the mockery, the flirting, everything she had to endure because you were there with her and that was all that mattered.

What she couldn’t handle — and probably would never do — was people around you that weren’t the Maximoff twins or her friends.

Natasha said she wasn’t jealous and you always looked at her with amusement because she was very jealous, possessive and territorial.

However, she trusted you because she was once someone you turned down without a blink. She had witnessed the way you always kindly declined or how aggressive you could get if people didn’t take the hint.

The redhead felt pride in knowing she was the only one that could have you.

That didn’t stop her from growling when someone talked to you because it wasn’t you the problem, it was her own insecurities telling her that maybe one day you would wake up and realise you made a mistake. That maybe she wasn’t enough because you were more than enough for her and what if she wasn’t up to your standards?

So when you noticed she was caught up in her own mind, you would always spend more time sitting on her lap, holding her hand, kissing her and caressing her cheeks until she came back to you.

‘Hey, look at me. I’m still yours. I’m not going anywhere’

Those days you would be the one to lead her to bed and let her do whatever she wanted, whatever she needed to remind herself you were hers. Some times she fucked you until you were a moaning and drooling mess, some others she was gentle and sweet or let you take the lead but it always ended with you between her arms as you whispered how lucky you were for having her.

Probably the hardest part of all of that was understanding where it all came from. Natasha used to walk around with all the confidence in the world, she still did but when it came to you, it was like being disarmed and you weren’t so sure why.

You were her strength but also her weakness. And you didn’t know what to do or say to help her understand that she was more than enough for you. That you started falling in love with her before knowing her sweet side. That every part of her, the ones you already knew and the ones that slowly came out to play, you liked it as much.

But you were also new to dating someone like Natasha.

You were new to someone caring so much that they felt like you were easy to lose. Someone so sweet that woke you up for your morning runs, listened to you rant about group projects and learned every lyric of your favourite songs to sing with you.

Natasha didn’t judge, didn’t pressure you to be someone you weren’t, didn’t ask more than you could give. She adapted to you and made you feel special every time.

Naturally, you feared you were the one that wasn’t up to her standards.

What could you give someone that seemed to have everything in life?

Gifts felt shallow. Yet, every little thing that reminded you of her, you bought and she always smiled softly as if she couldn’t buy twenty of it herself.

Natasha got showered in new things for her bike, like that little top case so she could keep her things when she decided to ride around the city to think. In your car, you started carrying her favourite chocolates in the glove box because you noticed she ate them when she was anxious. You bought her clothes and boots that fitted her style and she always said:

‘Princess, you love seeing me in more formal clothes. Why do you keep feeding my obsession with sweatpants? And don’t act like you won’t steal that hoodie’

And you always reminded her that it wasn’t about you, it was about her. You drooled over her no matter what she wore and you showed her as much.

You weren’t a touchy person. Yet, you let Natasha be glued to you because she liked it. You shared with her your space, your things, your bed because she wanted it and you liked having her around and happy.

You watched horror movies despite hating them but Natasha loved them, so you sucked it up. You let her set a profile in your gaming consoles and sat next to her in silence as she played. You even tried to learn so you could play together and ended up so frustrated that Natasha kissed it better. Your car also had her profile set up, her leather jacket was always on the backseat and you made a conjoined playlist for the morning rides.

Despite everything, you felt like you weren’t doing enough. Not when she gave you everything before you even thought about it and you were just there feeling you gave her so little.

For once in your life, control wasn’t in your hands and not in the way you liked.

You felt helpless, so little that you were getting desperate because you also thought you were a very private person and Natasha proved you wrong.

You realised that you knew so little about her life before college, before you, before everything. You knew what she liked, how she sounded when she cum inside of you, the way she smiled and how goofy she could be if she wanted.

You knew her but not really.

There was a side of her very locked and that was her family. You noticed as much when you suggested inviting Yelena over and she tensed up. You didn’t pressure but you were aware that if for some reason someone mentioned family, Natasha’s eyes would cloud with worry and pulled you closer.

She was scared and you didn’t know why or how to ask. Because she was patient with and you owed her as much, but you wanted to understand.

Still, you both navigated your new relationship together. Because your dynamic didn’t change, it only evolved.

You kept fighting as foreplay. You kept teasing each other. You were sweet and loving. You desired the other as if you had never been touched in your life and you needed it.

You were madly in love.

(—)

Finals week arrived and with it, the mark of your first month as an official couple.

You were already stressed out with exams and studying. It was double the work since it always paired with your dancing career. But for once, you were looking forward for summer time.

You didn’t add summer dancing classes in hopes to spend it with Natasha. However, you didn’t know how to tell her that since it felt like assuming something because you didn’t know what she did for the summer.

It was Wednesday when it happened. Sadly, it happened because you were more than mad. You were about to kill someone.

Natasha, Clint and Laura were already sitting at your usual table. Iced coffee replacing your usual tea because you had been studying like a machine, salad already cut the way you liked it and your perfect girlfriend made the space for your textbooks so you could multitask.

Clint saw you first, storming through the garden with the twins following you in silence. Face red, phone on your ear and a deadly stare that meant you were about to commit a murder.

“It was nice knowing you, Romanoff” he teased and before Natasha could ask, your voice reached her ears.

“No, Alexander. I’m sick of this, sick of you and your mother thinking dad is a fucking wallet” you snarled and Natasha flinched as you dropped your backpack next to her and only stopped to peck her cheek “Do not play that card on me. I was planning on going and I had to learn…”

You walked away and Natasha swore she had never heard you so angry. Not even with her, and she knew what buttons to press to piss you off.

Wanda and Pietro sat, greeting everyone and smiling softly. The redhead looked at the brunette, but she was focused on you as you kept lecturing your little brother over the phone.

Then, Natasha looked at her twin and Pietro was shifting nervously because he knew that if you were calling Alec by his full name, you were extremely mad and he could potentially be your victim if he didn’t behave.

“Wanda” Natasha said softly and the brunette finally looked at her, as if she had forgotten where she was “What happened?”

Your best friend bit her lip nervously. She didn’t want to be the one to break the news to Natasha even if that could save the whole group.

When it came to your mother and Alexander as a team, you went feral. You saw red because one thing was handling your mother alone, but when Alec stupidly sided with her since he was mommy’s good boy, you always lost it.

You adored your brother — he was your partner in crime and one of your best friends. You knew he loved you as much too and that when he did things that involved your mother, he lost common sense.

Your mother was a narcissistic and manipulative bitch when she wanted and sadly, Alec was the weak one when it came to that. And despite knowing it wasn’t fully his fault, that he was trying to be a good son, you always drew the line when your father was involved.

Your mother could always came after you. But you always stood up for the man that did nothing but love and care for you.

“Maybe you should let her tell you” Wanda finally offered and gave her an apologetic smile “But don’t worry, it’s not about you. She won’t get mad at you”

Pietro snorted and Wanda glared at him.

Out of the two, Pietro always managed to piss you off at the worst moments. Wanda always gave you space to cool down and she was always the first one you went to.

“Just try not to say something stupid” Pietro added and Wanda rolled her eyes, annoyed “I would know”

Natasha hummed.

Sometimes, being around the twins was like a silent competition. Well, Natasha felt that way because they knew you so well, better than her, and sometimes her efforts seemed weak next to theirs. But she always remembered that they were with you longer than she was and she was still learning.

“Well, I guess we all should behave now. She’s coming” Clint added, slightly amused as Laura smacked his arm and forced him to keep studying.

Pietro ducked his head and focused on his fries as he pretended to read. Wanda cleared her throat and looked at her notes but left a small space beside her as she waited for your next move. Clint and Laura were in their bubble.

And Natasha was left alone and panicking because she didn’t know what to expect based on the tension in the twins’ bodies.

It was like they were preparing for a tornado, ready for whatever you were about to bring to the table. Literally.

But both gasped when instead of glaring and flaring your nostrils, the first thing you did was slide over Natasha’s lap and hugged her.

Even Clint and Laura seemed impressed. Maybe they didn’t know you as well as the twins but they had seen you mad more times than Natasha had and you were never like that.

There wasn’t a single human being able to calm you down when your emotions were that intense. Well, apparently there was one and it was the most annoying one in that table.

Your girlfriend.

“Well, that’s a new one” Pietro mumbled and Wanda smacked the back of his head.

However, she smiled. Wanda wouldn’t lie, she was a little jealous that her status as your number one was gone. But she wasn’t mad, she was happy because maybe you hadn’t noticed but Natasha was tearing your walls apart.

Instead of retrieving, now you seek comfort. You were truly happy and you were safe. And if anyone doubted that for a second, you being wrapped around Natasha’s body was the ultimate proof.

The redhead hugged you tightly as you nuzzled her neck, patiently waiting for your body to relax so she could ask. Her scent soothing your stressed out state and her hands rubbing circles on your back to keep you safe.

After a few minutes, you pulled back and before Natasha could ask, you kissed her.

Around your friends you tried to keep the make out sessions to the bare minimum, sometimes it was hard but it was for their sakes. But right then and there, you really couldn’t care less about them when only the redhead could bring you comfort.

As your lips moved desperately over hers, trying to ground yourself, your mind started to get quieter. Lately, Natasha was the only one that could do that. And she let you set the rhythm, she always did when you were frustrated and clearly you needed it.

She was yours to toy with if that’s what you wanted.

Breaking the kiss was almost painful. But you did it and pressed your forehead against hers as you breathe unevenly. Your heart still hammering against your ribcage and your ears ringing but the line was now blurred.

It could’ve been your anger or the kiss. Who knows.

“What happened, princess?” Natasha whispered, pulling back and caressing your cheek as your eyes filled with tears. She furrowed her brows “Hey, it’s okay. You are here now. You are safe”

It was like no one else was around you; Natasha always muffled the noise around and in your head and maybe that’s why you started sobbing.

Pietro’s instinct made him jump to run next to you and Wanda made him sit back in place because whatever that was happening, you needed it.

You were always so composed that only the twins had seen you cry and it took them a year for it to happen. That’s why Pietro was overly-protective of you, because you hated crying in front of people and think they saw you weak.

Not Natasha, though.

She had seen you cry when you were in your period over the most silly thing or when you were watching a movie and curled next to her. And she never mocked you, she never pushed, she simply hugged you and called you beautiful.

“Alexander is an idiot. We hate him now” you pouted as if you were a child throwing a tantrum and Natasha hummed, nodding in agreement.

“I will block his number if that’s what you want, princess” she offered seriously but smiled when you giggled softly, wiping your tears “Why do we hate him, though?”

You sighed, sniffling as Wanda gave you a tissue and you smiled at her softly.

For a moment, you only focused on your exchange with Natasha. You said we, as if now you both had to feel the same towards the same person. We as in a team. And Natasha followed you. She agreed. And your heart fluttered.

You were no longer alone.

You climbed down her lap and took a second to greet Clint and Laura that were trying so hard to give you space and pretend they didn’t watch the exchange. Not even Clint dared to tease Natasha about it, he wouldn’t do it. At least, not yet nor in front of you.

Wanda gave you a gentle squeeze and Pietro still was waiting for you to lash out but smiled softly when you smiled at him. And Natasha waited patiently; you would tell her if you wanted her to know.

“Remember that I told you about the trip to Italy for my brother’s birthday?” you started and Natasha hummed. She remembered very clearly because she pouted at the thought of not having you around for a week and then you let her fuck you dumb so she gave in “Well, I’m not going”

Natasha frowned. You had been a little excited and dragged her around shopping for the trip, as if you didn’t have enough clothes. And you spent a weekend planning the trip since — and she quotes — ‘The men in your family were nothing but a mess and you wouldn’t leave the hotel if you didn’t do everything yourself’.

And now you were dropping everything after that one call.

“What? Why?” she asked carefully, trying to hide her excitement because you missing the trip meant you would be around. Or at least, she hoped.

“Alexander is the biggest asshole I know and I know a bunch” you grunted and Natasha raised a brow. You were calling Alec by his name and worse, you called him an asshole. You sighed again “Mother told him she have never been to Italy but hoped we had fun. And my stupid brother, as always, fell for it”

“Your mother is going?” Natasha tilted her head slightly and you growled.

“Not only that. Alexander had the fucking audacity to ask dad not to go because dear mother wouldn’t be comfortable” you huffed and the redhead glanced at Wanda for a second, watching her tense up a little as if you could snap again “And it doesn’t stop there. Of course he also made dad pay for the trip, as if my mother couldn’t pay for her own expenses. And dad agreed, he fucking agreed. I don’t know who I want to kill first” you growled again.

It was maddening the way your mother kept getting away with anything she wanted. Even more so, when she used your brother to manipulate your father.

The relationship between Alec and your dad was as hellish as yours with your mother. Maybe they didn’t fight like you did with her, but they might as well do.

The absence of your father was hard on both of you. And he threw money to compensate for it. But the difference between you and Alexander was that your mother was in his ear.

She implanted the idea that your father cared more about you. You got the car, the apartment, the expensive clothes and your private schools. Alexander did too but he never saw it.

Because you and your father were close, you fixed your issues and worked through it.

Your brother now believed your dad loved you more, no matter what the poor man did it would never be enough. If you got a gift, Alec got the equivalent so your father didn’t feel bad. If Alec wanted something, he always got it.

Your brother could be as manipulative as your mother if he wanted to. Specially, if your mother wanted him to and in this case she did.

“You could go to Italy separately, princess” Natasha tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you huffed “Or not? What do you want to do?”

“Go to my mother’s house and commit arson” you said with a dangerous glint in your eyes as if you were imagining it. You blinked and smiled “At least, I’ll be around just in case… well, you know…” you squirmed nervously and your cheeks blushed.

“In case what? You want to know if I will be around? Because I can leave if that’s what you want” the redhead asked nervously and Clint smacked the back of her head “Barton!” she glared at him and he shook his head.

“Dude, are you stupid?” Clint mocked and you giggled, throwing him a grateful smile and he winked at you. Natasha frowned “I swear to god, Romanoff-“

“She’s asking you if you want to spend the summer together, Nat” Laura rushed to say before she jumped and started fighting with Clint, again.

Your girlfriend turned to look at you, her cheeks as blushed as yours as if you both were new to each other. As if you didn’t live together already and were too afraid to push for more.

“I- well- I just-“ Natasha stuttered and scratched the back of her neck.

The redhead hated summer.

Her worst childhood memories were forged during that time. And she was planning to be around as much as she could, but there was also something she had been ignoring and it was the fact that her parents lived now in the city.

When they were in California, Natasha pretended to be busy with extracurricular classes so she didn’t have to go home. And she spent her summers at The Hamptons throwing parties and fucking as much as she could to keep her mind away from memories.

But now you were there and so were her parents. And honestly, she had been very lucky that her mother hadn’t summoned her again to know if you two were dating.

Natasha didn’t know what to expect. Or what to do.

“It’s okay if you have plans” you said softly, pushing down the sadness that crept into your heart “I understand”

Without noticing, you moved away from Natasha as if that could shield you from the disappointment. You didn’t mean to, but there were things hard to unlearn.

Your hand instinctively reached for Wanda’s and Natasha’s heart dropped because lately she was your safe place, not your best friend.

The brunette held your hand but said nothing.

Usually, she would be the one to tell you to listen, to not get ahead of yourself. But it wasn’t her place anymore, Natasha had to be the one to reach out for you because she was the only one you would listen to.

The redhead moved closer. She could’ve pulled you back, she could’ve made drama about it and yet, she decided it was better to go to you.

“I don’t have plans, yet” Natasha said softly and you looked at her “Unless you have something in mind?” she leaned closer and brushed her nose against yours “We could go and crash your brother’s birthday. We could do anything you want” you bit your lip and she cradled your face “I’ll go wherever you go. If you will have me”

You let go of Wanda’s hand and caressed Natasha’s cheek, smiling softly as your eyes twinkling with devotion.

“I don’t know if I will want to leave the bed if you are around” you teased and the group groaned, making you giggle “We will see”

“Hm, that sounds like a plan to me” Natasha murmured as you brushed your lips together and you kissed her again.

This time it was steamy and hot, and the only ones complaining about it were Pietro and Clint.

“We are literally right here” Clint huffed and Natasha flipped him off without breaking the kiss.

Maybe summer wouldn’t be bad with you by her side.

(—)

The bed creaked as your moans filled the studio.

Natasha had one hand wrapped around your throat and the other one was on your hip as sweat rolled down your bodies. She looked down, watching the way her cock disappeared inside of you and the way your ass was reddened after she spanked you for getting your coffee cup with a number on it.

The first two weeks of the summer and just like predicted, you spent them fucking even more than you already did. And only for the sake of Amelia, you went to the studio so she didn’t run into you getting fucked.

It happened when Natasha decided that the laundry room was the perfect place to eat you out and the poor woman blushed so hard that it took her two days to look at you in the eyes again.

“Did you like her? Did you ask for her number?” Natasha growled and her hand squeezed a little more your throat “I was right there and you didn’t stop her from flirting with you”

You whimpered as she slapped your ass again, your head was hazy and your face turning red as Natasha’s grip kept tightening around your throat.

She pulled you up, your back meeting her chest as you rolled your hips desperately because she had been edging you way too long and you needed to cum.

“You are mine. We will go back and you will tell her that” she grunted in your ear and your hands landed on the one she had around your throat “You think you deserve to breathe, slut?” your moan got stuck in your throat as your vision blurred and your eyes rolled back. Natasha finally let go and you gasped as her movements turned rougher “Say it. Say you are mine”

“Daddy, please” you whined, her free hand rubbing circles and your slick dripping down “I need to cum, please”

Natasha growled impatiently, grabbing your chin and making you look at her. Green eyes darkened with possessiveness and lust.

“That’s not what I told you to say. Do you want me to start again?” the redhead husked and you shook your head “Then, say it and maybe I’ll let you cum”

“I’m yours, daddy. Only yours” you moaned and Natasha tossed you onto the bed, making you whine when she pulled out as she flipped you over the bed. She pushed herself again, grabbing your legs up and keeping them together “Oh, fuck”

“You are so tight, how is that possible? I fuck you daily” she grunted, feeling the way your walls clenched around her and the position was too damn hot “This pretty pussy is mine, only mine”

“Yes, yes” you arched your back, feeling the way your abdomen tightened “Please, I’m so close”

“I’m too, princess” Natasha whimpered and your moans turned louder “Where do you want my cum?”

“Inside, daddy. Fill me up, please” you begged and you came the second Natasha unloaded inside of you with slow but deep movements “Oh god” you moaned, your face buried in your pillow as your orgasm crashed down and your skin tingled.

The redhead let go of your legs, that were too weak to even make an effort to move. She stayed inside of you and leaned to kiss you tenderly, still feeling the way your body shuddered underneath hers. And even if she wanted to pull out, you wouldn’t let her.

Your fingers tangled with her hair and she nibbled your lip. Natasha gave you small pecks before moving down to your neck, going back to her sweet self as you wrapped your arms around her.

She marked you so badly you would have to cover some bruises up before anyone thought she was beating you up. But you loved when she snapped like that, she always did and it wasn’t like you did it on purpose but when it happened you thanked the skies because it meant you were about to get the best sex of your life.

Even better, the best aftercare.

You remembered the way you used to run away from aftercare. It kept things impersonal, none of you would get attached to each other. But now you couldn’t imagine kicking Natasha out of your bed after she fucked you.

Finally, Natasha pulled out and collapsed next to you. Hands already reaching out for you and pulling you closer to her as you nuzzled her chest. Your fingers caressing her abdomen as silence stretched.

The bed was soaked and you now were contemplating the idea of buying a washing machine for the studio because you kept bringing them to the apartment just to ruin them again the next day.

You looked up. Your girlfriend looked so beautiful with her cheeks flushed, eyes closed as she tried to even her breath and her hands kept you in place.

You pecked her chin and she smiled, her grip tightening around your.

“Are you feeling better?” you teased and she chuckled, your finger tracing down her chest and back to her abdomen “You know I wasn’t flirting, right?”

“I know” she said softly and looked at you “Doesn’t mean I won’t find that girl and kill her”

You hummed “No need, my love. Conjugal visits don’t sound so appealing to me”

Natasha looked at you with amusement.

Sometimes and without you noticing, you talked about you two as a married couple. As if Natasha was there to stay forever. The future could be uncertain but you were planning on keeping her around. And that made her heart flutter.

“Bold of you to assume you would be the one I fuck in there” she teased and you smacked her abdomen, breaking the embrace and turning your back on her “Come on, it was a joke. Get back here”

“No, tell your jail girlfriend” the redhead laughed and you whimpered “Fuck you, Romanoff”

“I just did, princess” she wrapped her arms around you and kissed your shoulder “I don’t have a jail girlfriend”

“Well, duh. You are not in jail” you grunted and Natasha giggled “But apparently you already decided you would have one”

“First, you have better chances of ending up in jail than me” she teased and you smacked her thigh “Tell me I’m wrong”

“No, you are right” you looked over your shoulder and she smirked “Yes, your honour. I killed my own girlfriend with my bare hands. Why I did it? Easy, she was an idiot” you grunted and Natasha laughed.

“See? My murder will get you imprisoned” you rolled your eyes and huffed again, she nuzzled your shoulder and kissed it again “Besides, I love murdery you”

The words left her lips before she even realised it. You turned around in awe and her cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red.

“Did you just-“

But her phone cut you off and Natasha almost thanked the skies for the save. It wasn’t like she didn’t mean it, she just wasn’t sure if you were ready.

However, she groaned when she saw the name on her screen.

“Lena, this is really not a good…” Natasha started as soon as she answered, but all color left her body and she looked at you.

“So your phone does work, Natalia” Melina’s voice reached her ears and Natasha jumped out of bed, making you frown as she started looking for her underwear “You have been ignoring my calls”

“I’ve been busy” she mumbled, putting on her boxers and then her bra. She walked to the kitchenette and opened the fridge, trying to ignore your eyes that followed her around “My apologies, mom. It won’t happen again”

At that, you sat on the bed. Natasha tensed up, walking up to you and offering you a bottle of water and walking back to the kitchenette.

Melina hummed “I received a very interesting call from Harvard” that was a lie, Natasha knew it. Her mother called herself “You haven’t even try to apply, Natalia. You graduate next year”

Natasha held back a groan but she rolled her eyes. Of course the call wasn’t to see if she was okay or safe. It was to keep her in check.

“I still have a year, mom” she said softly and decided to plop over one of the puffs. You started dressing yourself since officially, the mood was killed and honestly, you were curious “I will start the process by the end of the summer, how does that sound?”

“Alright. Just because you did what I asked you to” in that moment you appeared before Natasha and she tensed even more as you sat on her lap, still seeking her comfort “I won’t lie, I’m a little hurt I had to find out you are dating (Y/N) through Patrick”

At that, Natasha growled under her breath. It wasn’t that she care if her mother knew, it was that even then she couldn’t have privacy or the right to come clean herself. Melina always had to be in control. And this time it wasn’t even about only Natasha but about you.

Her hands tightened around your body and she pulled you closer as if her mother was one step closer from taking you away. She probably was because Melina didn’t mention things just because.

“You had me followed?” Natasha was losing patience and you tried to caress her arm and make things better. But nothing could as long as Melina was on the other side of the line.

“Well, Natalia, what did you want me to do? You weren’t answering your phone” Melina feigned concern and Natasha started breathing erratically. Her heart was pounding so loud that you started getting worried “I had to check on you. What have you two been doing so much in Brooklyn, hm?”

“You could’ve just waited for me to answer” the redhead said coldly, trying so hard not to snap at her mother “And I’m afraid, that’s none of your business”

The words rolled down her tongue before she could try and stop them. You looked at her in awe at her tone dripping venom and despise, green eyes clouded with wrath but your girlfriend wasn’t even looking at you. She was too focused on her mother inhaling so sharply that Natasha knew what was coming.

“Fix the attitude, Natalia” her mother said sternly, a tone so cold that if it wasn’t for your body, Natasha was sure she would be freezing “You don’t want to tell me? Perfect. I’ll find from the source herself”

“What do you mean?” the redhead asked, despite already knowing what her mother meant and regretting the second she opened her mouth.

Melina chuckled sweetly, almost motherly and if Natasha didn’t know any better, she would believe her mother actually cared.

“You know what I mean, Natalia. I expect you both for dinner tonight” Natasha started to protest and Melina tutted “It’s time for her to meet the family, my love. Besides, we have to discuss something”

“Mom, tonight it’s not…”

“Do I have to repeat myself, my dear?” her mother cut her off and Natasha breathed out “I almost believed you forgot how to behave. Dress up nicely, we are going out. I’ll text you the details”

Melina hung up and Natasha’s grip tightened around her phone, as if she was trying to break the phone. Her chest kept going up and down as her blood started to boil and her head started spinning.

If she had kept her mouth shut, would her mother still force her to go?

Not only that. Everything she kept postponing to tell you was about to come out and Natasha just wanted to stay in your little love bubble for a little longer. She needed time and of course her mother only gave her one month and a half to enjoy.

If it was for Melina, you two would be already married because her mother loved rushing things. Specially once she already made up her mind about something.

“Nat…” you said softly and her eyes finally looked at you, clouded with fear and pain.

Would you stay after Natasha told you the whole truth? Or would you hate her for not telling you as soon as she learned it herself?

“We need to talk”

(—)

Natasha dropped those words and instead of talking, she started pacing half naked.

You had been watching her for the last thirty minutes, fully dressed and sitting at the edge of the sofa. She stopped every few steps, looked at you and went back to pacing. And you were starting to feel as anxious as she was.

You kept trying to figure it out yourself.

Clearly, her mother was always the hardest topic and you understood because yours was as bad. But there was something about the way Natasha talked to her, so formal, so robotic and with not a drop of care that was nothing like your girlfriend.

Also, there was this hint of submission that kept fighting against her need to snap. Natasha was mad and even when she told her mother off, she didn’t raise her voice.

“Natasha” you called softly when she stopped, looking at the floor and bit her nails “My love, look at me” you insisted softly and green eyes met yours “Come here”

“You won’t want me near you” Natasha replied with a broken voice.

You stood up and walked up to her, your arms wrapping around her waist and you placed a soft kiss in her neck and then her collarbone all the way to her shoulder.

“You don’t know that” you said softly and you looked up “Try me”

The redhead bit her lip “One for the ride?”

She didn’t wait for your answer, calloused fingers holding your face tenderly as she pressed her lips against yours. She moved her lips slowly, as tender as she could, fearing that the moment she broke the kiss you would vanish.

Natasha brushed her nose against yours and pecked your lips one last time. She guided you to the sofa and sat over one of the puffs.

“You know that won’t be our last kiss, right?” you smiled reassuringly and the redhead sighed “It can’t be that bad. Unless you are cheating on me?”

“I would never dare” Natasha deadpanned and you nodded, letting her know it was okay to keep talking “First things first, mother is expecting us for dinner tonight” she announced carefully and you bit your lip.

“Okay, that isn’t so bad” you said calmly.

Maybe in the ideal world, you would’ve waited until the third month so Natasha didn’t feel so pressured or you, for that mattered. But telling that to your girlfriend that already seemed on edge was definitely a bad idea. And you weren’t exactly a conventional type of relationship, anyway.

“You say that now” the redhead mumbled and you tilted your head slightly to the side “She loves summoning people as if we don’t have our own lives”

“Nat, it’s just one dinner” you said softly and she shook her head.

“It’s not just one dinner. It’s what she wants from that dinner, what she wants for herself” she growled, tone dripping with venom and despise.

“What is it? You can tell me, is she planning on breaking us up?” you asked nervously.

There was always that possibility. At least, your mother would do it. However, you didn’t know if Natasha would put up a fight the way you would for her.

“No” the redhead leaned and sighed “In fact, this is what she wanted”

“This as in…”

“As in us” Natasha finally said, her chest heavy and her ears ringing. You furrowed your brows and your girlfriend was trying to find the right words “Remember the night I told you she ran a background on you?” you hummed and Natasha started playing with her fingers “She implied that you weren’t a coincidence. You didn’t fall into her lap as my saviour after they…” she inhaled sharply, trying to keep her anger down “after they took my penthouse for themselves. Now that I think about it, she probably did that for this too”

“My love, I know you say I’m smart and all but I’m afraid I’m not following” you chuckled nervously.

You started scratching your arm as you always did when your thoughts started getting louder. Natasha jumped out of the puff and sat next to you.

“She sent me your way in hopes you would fall in love with me, princess” Natasha said softly and your lips parted “Mother wants you, wants us. Apparently, you are the perfect woman to be the mother of her grandchildren”

You chuckled “That can’t be…” Natasha looked at you seriously and your smile faded away “Why would she think that? No, we just-“ you jumped out of the sofa and Natasha exhaled “Did you go after me for this? Is that why you approached me after that Spanish class?” your girlfriend went after you and you pointed at her “Give me a minute” you gritted your teeth as your ears started ringing and your head started spinning “Am I just the incubator for your babies? We’ve been having unprotected sex for the last…”

“I know, okay? I know” Natasha cut you off because between your mind spiralling and hers too, you would end up fighting badly “No, I don’t see you as that. I didn’t even know about it until I was already falling in love with you”

“You don’t know that” you grunted and tears filled your eyes.

You walked to the bed and sat there with your legs pressed to your chest. Even your mother didn’t sound as bad as Natasha’s mom now that you thought about it.

You felt manipulated, as if someone else was pulling the strings and you were upset about it. Because your relationship was supposed to be real and you needed to believe no one had that much power.

But it was rubbing wrong on you.

When Natasha told you her mother ran a background on you, you thought that maybe it was to know her daughter wasn’t living with a psycho. Maybe she was only looking after Natasha despite the unconventional ways.

And now you weren’t so sure anymore.

Natasha walked up to you after a few minutes, kneeling in front of you with teary eyes that mirrored yours.

“I do know” she said firmly, despite her heart pounding and her hands trembling “The only thing she did was sending me your way. But we already knew each other and I promise you that wasn’t my mother’s doing” you closed your eyes as tears rolled down your cheeks “We are real. What I feel is real, my mother won’t take that away from us”

“But why me? What does your mother want from me?” your voice faltered and Natasha got closer.

“You are beautiful and smart, princess. You are perfect and my mother loves perfection” the redhead wiped your tears away and caressed your cheek, you leaned into her touch and climbed her lap “I swear to you, to us, I didn’t ask you out because she wanted to. And as much as I would’ve loved to not give her what she wanted, I cannot stay away from you”

“This is messed up, Nat” you whispered and Natasha kissed your forehead “I- I can’t marry you right now. We are studying and my career, your career…”

“Right now?” Natasha asked and your cheeks blushed as you bit your lip “You would marry me even after this?”

“I- we- Yes. Fuck our mothers, honestly” the redhead kissed your hand softly “We haven’t even said I love you, we just started dating!”

“Princess, I know. Well, I did say it” she shrugged and you smacked her arm.

“That doesn’t count, Romanoff. We were discussing a murder. Your murder” you grunted and she nuzzled your neck “Why was your mother playing suitors for you?”

“She probably found out I was fucking around” Natasha admitted and you glared at her “To be fair, I ran away from California and forgot her power had no limit”

“And what? I was one of the many choices you had?”

Natasha chuckled and you smacked her arm again. You were just crying and now you were acting jealous, as if it pained you thinking that Natasha had other choices. As if she wouldn’t have picked you if her mother didn’t choose for her.

“I don’t know. I don’t care” she pecked your chin and then your neck “I only want you, anyway”

“You better, my love. Because if you want me to carry your babies, you will have to want me for a very long time” you huffed and Natasha whimpered “Oh god, don’t tell me you are getting turned on”

“You said babies and I love filling you up” she whispered and licked your neck “Maybe we can try for one right now”

You pushed her off and she chuckled as you glared at her. Natasha sneaked a hand under your skirt and you smacked it away, making her whine.

“No. We are leaving right now. I’m definitely covering your mess and that will take hours” you huffed again and Natasha pouted “If you want to keep having unprotected sex, you will behave right now”

“This is so unfair” she groaned but smiled “Quickie?”

“God, you are impossible”

“Is that a…”

You climbed her lap down and pulled her boxers down. Maybe the word ‘babies’ was also turning you on. But you really didn’t want to think about it in that moment.

Maybe your relationship wasn’t the norm. Maybe you were set up. But you would fight for it because it was yours. And neither your mother nor Natasha’s would win this war. You would be the one to decide what you did from now on.

Natasha moaned when your mouth wrapped around her cock and she tossed her head back. You knew you had to leave, but in that moment you would give yourselves what you needed the most.

Each other.

(—)

Natasha was almost dragging you across the restaurant.

You stumbled and steadied yourself with a waiter that clenched his jaw but said nothing when you gave him an apologetic smile. Your heels screeching against the marble floors as your girlfriend walked with a serious face on.

“Nat, slow down. My heels will break” you squeaked but she wasn’t listening to you, her eyes focused on her number one enemy “Natasha!” you said louder and she finally looked at you.

Green eyes softened at your sight. She followed your gaze, where her hand was wrapped around your small wrist and she loosened her grip but said nothing.

During the last hours and after you got back home, your girlfriend had been on edge.

The redhead paced around your room and then in hers when you went to help her pick her outfit to match yours. And as the dinner got closer, Natasha started tensing up even more.

No matter what you did, what you said or what you wore, nothing was making her stop. It was as if she was another Natasha, one that was trying so hard not to lose her temper and lash out on you.

You tried to ask a little more about her family. Despite hating the idea of her mother apparently choosing you to be part of her family as if you nor Natasha had a choice, they were still her family.

It was a hard path to walk on.

Her mother wanted you as her daughter in law and as comforting as that should be, it wasn’t feeling right. Not when you barely started dating Natasha. Not when you didn’t know exactly what she wanted. And definitely not when you learned about it that same day.

And the redhead said nothing. She barely spoke to you once you got home, she only told you the name of the restaurant and to look as pretty as always because her mother didn’t deserve to be handed weapons to destroy you.

‘Be your perfect self. I will handle the rest’

Her commanding tone usually turned you on. This time, your insides felt like they were about to explode and you were trying to decide if you were upset about it or terrified.

Probably both.

You approached a round table in a corner of the place, close to the floor to ceiling windows that gave you the perfect view of the city from a sixtieth floor.

And you not only saw her, you felt her.

Melina Romanoff was a very beautiful woman. And a very powerful one. You assessed her for a second the moment she stood up.

She looked taller than she was, her poised self imponent and commanding. Melina didn’t look like a costumer, she looked like she owned the fucking place. And when hazel eyes met yours with a glint of amusement and something that resemblance triumph, you felt smaller than you were but mostly you felt like a possession.

In your mind, it didn’t make sense.

You had nothing to offer to the Romanoff family. Not money, not status, not even power that she clearly had herself.

Sadly for you, Natasha’s mother looked unreadable.

Natasha, on the other hand, was trying to keep her composure. Her mind and body were pulling her in every direction, having you so close was supposed to be soothing and instead she was losing her mind because her mother was forcing her to show you a side she didn’t want to.

The one that always submitted for the sake of self-preservation.

Natasha Romanoff had a lot of flaws, she was only human and it was natural to make mistakes. When her mother wasn’t around, the redhead let herself make those mistakes because it felt freeing and rebellious. But when Melina was around, there was no room for it.

What would you think of her the second her mother started pointing out those flaws?

Melina approached you both and smirked with amusement the moment Natasha stepped in front of you to shield you, as if that would stop her from getting to you.

“Natalia, I see you actually know how to dress” she said softly and Natasha clenched her jaw as her mother brushed her shoulder, hazel eyes assessing her from head to toe and then fingers caressed the redhead’s cheek almost lovingly. Almost “And how to do your makeup. You look magnificent”

Natasha hated the moment her heart fluttered at those words. She hated every time her mother feigned love but she hated even more that her heart still yearned for it.

“It’s good to see you too, mom” Natasha said softly, despite the knot in her stomach and her skin burning were her mother’s fingers touched “You look beautiful”

The redhead always fell into her act of loving daughter. Well, it wasn’t an act and maybe that was worse because she wanted it to be. She wanted to be like you and stand up for herself.

Yet, Melina always made her bend.

Her mother leaned closer, kissing the air next to her cheeks and Natasha shivered at the contact of perfectly manicured nails against her neck. Melina’s hot breath hit her ear and the redhead’s shoulders tensed up.

“I hope you behave tonight, Natalia. We don’t want another outburst like earlier, do we?” Melina whispered, condescending tone and Natasha’s jaw tightened even more “After all, we want to keep her in the family”

Melina pulled back and before she could approach you, Natasha held her arm. She glared at her mother, green eyes trying to burn a hole into her mother’s soul. If only she had one.

“For the last time, she’s not a toy” Natasha said softly and leaned closer “Just tell me what you want and I will give it to you. Leave her out of this”

Melina chuckled and cradled her daughter’s face. The redhead’s features hardened as her mother leaned closer, pressing her forehead against Natasha’s so motherly that anyone would buy the act. She was buying the act.

“You haven’t figured it out, hm?” Melina replied with amusement “I want you. You were born to do great things, Natalia” she explained and pulled back “And she will guide you to success. After all, no daughter of mine will marry a cheap whore like those you like” Natasha’s chest felt heavy and her nostrils flared “Sometimes a mother have to meddle in order to bring her daughter into becoming her true self. Not the sad excuse of a woman you still are”

“Why the background then? Why her? It could’ve been anyone” Natasha insisted and Melina smirked.

“Knowledge is power, Natalia. I taught you that since you were a baby” her mother’s smirk only widened “As to why her, I investigated every damn girl in your campus. She is outstanding, my dear. The only girl that is up to your status, your money, your future”

“Then you know she’s not easy to control” Natasha gritted her teeth and Melina chuckled again.

“I’m counting on it. Finally someone that is worth my time” the redhead growled and her mother patted her shoulder “Unlike you and your sister. Hopefully, you will get there”

Melina walked past her daughter to greet you as Natasha’s ears started ringing and the air was knocked out of her lungs. Sometimes her mother could be right down cruel.

Her eyes started burning and her heart dropped. Realisation spread all over her skin, electrifying and taunting, as she turned around to look at you.

Melina wanted Natasha to fall in love so the redhead had a weakness, an angle to control her with. Her mother was about to break her until Natasha snapped or submitted fully. You were chosen because the family would look impecable in the process. Her mother saw you as Natasha’s accessory and also the weapon.

The redhead should’ve read the file because Melina was going after you in order for Natasha to react.

(—)

There was something about the way Melina Romanoff talked that was somehow alluring. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve fallen for the act of the loving mother.

Natasha was watching you and her carefully as you talked, fingers twitching and leg bouncing anxiously as she waited for her mother to drop something but also scared that you would fall for her act.

Her mother smiled at you, welcomed you and even hugged you. She was sweeter with you during the first thirty seconds of knowing you than she was with Natasha her whole life.

“So tell me, darling, what are your plans once you finish your degree?” Melina asked during the main course, hazel eyes focused on you as Natasha tensed next to you “Natalia, stop that leg”

The redhead stopped bouncing her leg and mumbled an apology, cheeks flushed as you looked at her and your hand grabbed hers.

“Well, I always wanted to be a professional dancer” you said softly, fingers intertwining with Natasha’s “But I guess I’ll have to join the finance world as an actuary”

“That’s marvellous! I’m sure Natalia can help you with that” she glanced at her daughter with a smirk “Your grandmother will be the perfect connection. After all” Melina looked back at you “family helps each other”

You choked on your water and Natasha looked at you worried as you coughed and cleaned your mouth. You licked your lips nervously.

“I’m flattered, Mrs Romanoff. But I don’t want you to think I’m with Natasha for her family connections or her money” you replied after a few moments and Melina smiled dangerously “And the word family is a little… soon. I don’t like getting ahead of myself”

Melina hummed and leaned back on her chair. She watched the way her daughter pulled you slightly closer as she whispered something in your ear.

“It’s rude to whisper at the table, Natalia” Melina said sternly and Natasha huffed “Quit the attitude. We have a guest”

“My apologies, mom. Won’t happen again” Natasha forced herself to smile and you tensed next to her. Your girlfriend was far from her usual self “And I would gladly help you out, princess. Grandmother will be thrilled to know I’m officially dating” she pecked your cheek and you smiled.

“She was so sad when your thing with Maria didn’t work out, wasn’t she?” Melina threw and Natasha’s jaw clenched as you looked at her, confused “Oh, don’t worry. My daughter used to have a cheap taste” you looked back at Melina and she smiled at you “You are certainly quite an upgrade, darling. I’m even sorry that my daughter is not up to your level”

Even Yelena looked at her mother as if the whole conversation was unusual and straight up mean. Alexei was the only one that chuckled, as if his wife didn’t just insult his daughter in front of you.

And your blood started boiling because no one could be that mean. Not to Natasha that was more than perfect for you.

“I will have to disagree, Mrs Romanoff” you said venomously sweet and Melina smirked “Your daughter is more than I could’ve asked for. She’s perfect”

“I’m sure she agrees with me. What do you think, Natalia?”

Natasha clenched her jaw and glared at her mother. It was as if she knew all the things that ran through her mind and she hated it. The redhead hated that her mother could read her so well.

“I’m just lucky to have you, princess” Natasha looked at you defeated and you blinked “Almost as if you were chosen for me” she glared at Melina and her mother scoffed.

“We do find love when we least expect it, my dear” Melina said coldly and you looked at her in awe “Natalia mentioned earlier you were in Brooklyn. Is everything alright? Don’t tell me she’s already driving you crazy at your apartment”

Your head felt dizzy. You couldn’t fight Melina because she was Natasha’s mother but at the same time she was coming after her and your heart started aching with need to protect.

“No, she is not. She’s my perfect roommate” you replied softly, still playing with your food after eating half of it and you were forcing yourself to finish “I have my own studio in Brooklyn. Natasha comes with me now that we have some free time”

Natasha sighed; she was almost hoping you didn’t tell her but for that she should’ve disclosed the conversation with her mother and you already had a small panic attack when she told you everything.

The redhead was sure that adding to the list that lately you had been followed wouldn’t help.

“Right. I told you the dancing classes were going to help you one day, Natalia” Melina smiled sweetly, sending a shiver down your spine “Now you can follow your girlfriend’s lead”

“You were right, mom” the redhead mumbled and you squeezed her hand.

Melina kept the conversation going, half complimenting you, half belittling Natasha. Everything you did was better, shinier and promising. Reminding the redhead that in order to keep you, she would have to do as Melina told.

And the worst part was, Natasha was starting to cave in. Because despite her mother wanting to have fully control over her, it made sense.

In Natasha’s mind, you were more than perfect. You were a dream and she already believed nothing she did would be worthy of you. The gifts, the overdoing things, the need to learn and adapt to you now made sense.

Your girlfriend was scared of truly losing you. And her mother was feeding that fear in order to get her back on track. Despite Natasha’s efforts to fight back, she always ended up apologising, mumbling and agreeing.

You also saw it. You were Melina’s weapon against her daughter. She was using you as the perfect example not just to make Natasha bend down but at some point she dragged Yelena too.

And the most infuriating part was that Alexei chuckled and hummed, even if his eyes darkened from time to time, not once did he make her stop.

By dessert, you were already close to snapping at the woman and the only reason you were holding back was because you were in public. You also figured it out as to why she chose a restaurant and not a private dinner at their home.

“We were thinking of going to Spain this summer since you were learning Spanish, Natalia” Melina said deliberately, watching her daughter tense up once again “Just like old times”

“That would mean you guys aren’t coming” Natasha mumbled and her mother’s features hardened.

“Watch your mouth, Natalia” her mother said sternly and you looked at her, eyes darkened with something close to hatred “I was hoping you could join us, darling”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as your girlfriend’s grip tightened around your hand. A silent plead to decline. And it wasn’t like you could endure the same treatment for more than a night.

“We can’t, Mrs Romanoff” you shrugged and offered her a smirk when Melina frowned.

“We? I didn’t know you choose for my daughter, darling” Melina husked and Natasha’s grip tightened even more “I understand if you can’t, but I don’t see…”

“I don’t choose for her, Mrs Romanoff” you cut her off and her jaw clenched. Melina hated to be interrupted, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t delighted at the way you started losing patience “However, we already made plans. I was hoping Yelena could join us too”

Natasha’s mother hummed. If she didn’t know any better, she would fall for your lie because neither you nor Natasha had booked anything. But you were lying as if it was your second nature.

You knew how to behave. You knew how to lie. You were a perfect fit for a family that was so broken on the inside that had to pretend to be perfect on the outside. She chose right because you made sense.

“And what plans are those, may I ask?” Melina decided to play along, not like the trip itself thrilled her but it was a chance to keep Natasha in check.

“I’m afraid I can’t disclose. It’s a surprise for my sweet girlfriend” you said lovingly, looking at Natasha and caressing her cheek for a second. You looked back at her mother and feigned concern “I hope you don’t mind. We would like to spend time with our friends and I am dying to get to know Yelena” Melina tilted her head slightly to the side, Natasha swallowed nervously because she knew her mother could tell you were lying. You knew it too, but you would push enough “After all, if you want us to be family, I should start somewhere don’t you think?”

Melina licked her lips as you held your gaze. You didn’t miss a beat when lying to her, you didn’t care that she knew you were doing it, you would do anything for Natasha.

If only her daughter was as strong as you were instead of a coward.

You remained unbothered, despite feeling your pulse spiking and your fingers twitching but you wouldn’t let the woman take more than she already had. She didn’t get to choose over you or Natasha anymore, not as long as you were together.

“Well, we will postpone it then” Melina finally said with a delighted smirk and looked at Yelena “If you also want to go, you are free to do so, sweetheart” she looked back to you with twinkling eyes “We want this marvellous woman to be a Romanoff, don’t we?”

It sounded like an implicit promise that whatever she wanted, she would get. And if she wanted control of you and Natasha, she eventually would get it. Because in Melina’s mind, having someone so fierce wasn’t a problem, it was entertaining and refreshing.

A challenge that her daughters never were.

(—)

Natasha plopped on the sofa as soon as you arrived to the apartment.

The ride back home was silent; the redhead seemed to be deep in thought and you decided to give her space because Melina really did a number on her.

However, Natasha kept running in her mind the way you stood up for her. The way you handled Melina as if you really didn’t care what she thought of you. And her skin buzzed with need.

She would be lying if she said the idea hadn’t crossed her mind. It had, multiple times. But that night, her body was screaming to get over herself and ask you to do it. She needed you to because now she felt so safe around you.

And maybe the timing would be a little odd, but between you there was no judgement. So she could only hope you wouldn’t think to deep into it.

Natasha tossed her head back, resting it over the sofa as her cheeks flushed and watched you sit next to her in silence. The lights deemed and the moonlight pouring through the window panels.

You curled a strand of her hair in your finger and watched her carefully.

All night, you both were too focused on her mother to give yourself a minute to admire how freaking hot she looked. But Natasha always looked hot with whatever she wore. Or maybe you were always horny when it came to her.

You didn’t want to push, though. Last time she was too silent, she had a breakdown and maybe that’s what she needed that night. Besides, you already fucked twice that day so you had to keep your hormones in check.

It really was one hell of a day.

“Do you want to talk about it, my love?” you offered after a few minutes in silence and Natasha looked at you “We can go to sleep if you don’t want to”

The redhead shook her head “My mother has always been like that. I really don’t care”

She moved closer to you and she rested her head over your chest as you wrapped an arm around her. You kissed the top of her head and she nuzzled your chest.

“You know it’s okay if you do, right? I won’t judge” you whispered and Natasha bit her lip “What else is in that pretty head of yours, my love?”

Natasha looked at you, eyes flicked down to your lips and then back to your eyes. You raised a brow and smirked slightly.

“You are in my mind” she whispered and her hands grabbed your hips, bringing you over her lap “You are so hot when you are in control”

“Hm, you always say I’m hot” you purred as she kissed your neck “And I lost my patience at the end”

“Even then you remained a lady, princess” Natasha licked your neck and you moaned “I have a request tonight”

You looked at her and her eyes darkened with lust and need. You caressed her cheek and she leaned into your touch.

“What do you need, my love?” you brushed your nose against hers and she bit her lip “Want to fuck me dumb?” you teased and she giggled.

“I always do that” she whimpered at the thought and brushed her lips against yours “That’s why I want you to fuck me. Silence my mind and make me yours”

You moaned at the thought and your lips captured hers. Lips moving hungrily as her hands roamed your body. You rolled your hips over hers and she moaned against your mouth as you took control of the kiss.

Natasha always took over the situation. Only twice you had been the one to top her and it was out of possession and jealousy. You even expected her to want control that night and you would always give it to her.

But after the night you both had, with the constant pressure to behave in front of her family and she needing to be perfect at all times, it was only natural that she needed to let go of herself.

And you would do anything for her.

Yes, that day was a living hell. You went from fucking to a melt down and ended up facing the most infuriating woman you had ever met aside from your mother.

So maybe you blowing some steam too would help you both settle and leave the night behind. Losing yourselves in each other’s bodies only made sense.

“Let’s go to my room, my love” you mumbled and she nodded, standing up with you wrapped around her hips.

The redhead put you down and you kissed her again. Tenderly and lovingly, lips moving so slow that Natasha started to relax as your fingers worked slowly over her clothes.

You moved down to her neck as she tossed her head back, her clothes landing over the floor as you took piece by piece until she was left in only her boxers. The redhead whimpered when you rubbed her cock over the fabric and you smiled softly, pulling back to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You are so perfect, my love. Will you behave tonight?” you whispered and she nodded as your fingers traced her jawline “Help me out of my dress, yes? No kissing, though”

“But-“ Natasha started to protest but you tutted “Yes”

You turned around and the redhead started unzipping your dress. She took her time, enjoying the way your bare skin came to vision and the bruises from earlier were visible — the ones you didn’t cover.

Natasha was used to have her lips all over you when undressing you and she could feel now the tension in her body trying not to lick your back or your neck.

The dress hit the floor and you stepped outside of it. Red lingerie that made Natasha’s dick twitch as you turned to look at her with a soft smile.

“Go and grab the chair from the corner, my love” you whispered, caressing her cheek and Natasha licked her lips “Come on, do it”

The redhead walked and followed your orders. She expected you to be more rough with her just like she was with you. Instead, you were being sweet and caring but your tone was still commanding and firm. And something ignited inside of her.

You signalled her to sit once the chair was in front of the bed and she did as told. Fingers tapping anxiously over her thighs as you took a moment to admire her.

“From now on you won’t talk, you won’t move and you won’t touch” you started, moving around the chair and stopping behind her. Lips brushing her ear as your perfectly manicured nails traced her collarbone sending a shiver down her spine “Unless I tell you too, my love. You are mine to control, mine to claim” you nip her earlobe and she whimpered “Let’s test your self-control”

Natasha watched you as you moved around your room, slow and deliberate steps as you placed a bullet vibrator on the bed and played some music for background noise. You stripped down your underwear and her breath hitched at your sight, her cock twitching again.

You offered her a faux innocent smile as you crawled over your bed, setting yourself close to the edge for her to be close enough, and the redhead started connecting the dots.

You didn’t need to get rough over her to ruin her, you already knew the right way.

Your fingers trailed down your chest, teasingly and slowly as your eyes focused on her. Her fingers stopped tapping over her thighs and instead, she started curling them anxiously as she followed the movements of your hands.

You took your time, dimmed lights and the moonlight giving you the perfect spotlight for your little show. You almost thought you would be feeling a little shy by doing this but Natasha knew every corner of your body better than you did, there was no point in hiding anymore.

When you spread your legs, Natasha growled and almost jumped out of the chair but you tutted and watched her clench her jaw with desperation. She moaned again when you spat on your fingers and started rubbing your clit gently, teasing you and her all at once.

Green eyes were focused on your glistened cunt, her cock getting hard with every second that passed and nibbling her lip trying to follow orders, to make you happy, to show you she could do anything and everything you wanted.

Even when her cock started to throb achingly under her boxers and her fingers dug into her skin the moment you started to use the vibrator and your moans filled the air.

One of your fingers teased your entrance and you whimpered, trying to go slow despite your body asking you to go faster but your pleasure wasn’t your own anymore, it was about your girlfriend that seemed in pain as her eyes were glued between your legs.

“Oh fuck, do you like the view, baby?” you whimpered, starting to pump two fingers slowly and Natasha took a moment to watch your face.

You were biting your lip trying to hold back your moans but it was impossible, the mere thought of Natasha watching you pleasure yourself was driving you to the edge. Her own boxers were as ruined as your soaked sheets and her hands started to move unconsciously, trying to get some relief but you tutted and she whimpered again.

“Your cock is mine to touch. Not yours” you growled and tossed your head back in pleasure “Fuck, Nat, this feels so good”

“Please, let me…” you looked at her and she shut her mouth.

“Did I tell you to talk, my love?” you asked between moans and she shook her head as your hips bucked up seeking more “God, fuck”

You kept going, edging yourself as much as you could even when you so desperately needed release. Your arousal dripping down and your eyes focused on Natasha’s bulge that looked painful, her nails scratching her thighs to behave and her neck flushed as she tightened her jaw.

Her only sounds were whimpers and whines, specially if you seemed close and you slowed down. As if it was physically hurting her too. It probably was.

By the fifth attempt, your body had enough and your abdomen tightened. Natasha’s mouth watered and she leaned closer, feeling her cock twitch against her abdomen and her pre-cum leaking through the fabric.

But she needed you close and she was doomed to only watch.

Your moans turned a pitch higher, your toes curled and sweat was glistening your flushed body as you kept your movements going. You screamed out her name as your legs trembled, feeling your orgasm crashing down and your back arching.

The redhead gripped the armrests of the chair, knuckles turning white as she watched you ride down your high with soft whimpers and moans.

You were panting when your eyes met hers, Natasha was already pleading you silently to be touched or at least to touch you and you chuckled breathlessly as she bit her lip.

“Does it hurt, my love?” you cooed and the redhead nodded, you moved closer to the edge “Come here. Crawling, baby” you purred and Natasha swallowed before falling on her knees and started to crawl towards you. You patted your thigh and she rested her head against it, your scent filling her lungs and making her whimper with the proximity “This is the only way you will submit, Natasha. Here, in bed and with me” you brushed her hair as she nuzzled your thigh, your skin still buzzing with need “Do you understand, baby? You can use your words”

“Yes” she husked and you whimpered at the sound of her raspy tone.

“Yes, what? I know you want to say it” you said sweetly as her cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red because you read her so well “Say it, my love. You will always be safe here”

Natasha looked up, green eyes full of adoration and lust. She truly felt safe with you, so much that the side of her that yearned for care and love was now unlocked. The side that wasn’t in control and always got frustrated because someone else took it away from her instead of her giving it out willingly.

Except that night. The redhead was giving you herself fully.

“Yes, mommy” Natasha whimpered at the words and you smiled proudly, thumb brushing her lower lip just to be replaced by the two fingers you used.

“Open up and suck them clean, my love” she did as told and you moaned.

Your chest swelled with pride and devotion but also with admiration because the whole thing wasn’t something easy to follow when you both were used to the roles to be swapped. You didn’t even know you had it in you.

Yet, you were there feeling the weight of power and control. And you swore to yourself, you would never take advantage of it because Natasha was trusting you.

“Look at me, my love. Suck gently” you purred and green eyes focused on you and she did as told “Listen again, carefully. No more submitting to her, baby. You are strong and so capable of doing things” you praised and Natasha moaned “This is the only place you will bend for someone and outside of here, you will be your own self. You are perfect, Natasha” you pulled out your fingers and she nuzzled you hand when you caressed her cheek “My perfect girl. Do you understand what I’m saying, baby?”

“Yes, mommy” she said softly as you smiled at her “Only here. Only with you”

“Exactly, my love” you got out of bed and knelt next to her, cradling her face between your hands as her eyes twinkled with devotion “Do you have any idea how sad I was to watch your spark falter?” Natasha shook her head and tears filled her eyes as you brushed her nose with yours “I know it’s not your fault, baby. We will face this together. As a team” a tear rolled down her cheek and you pecked it “You and I are now a team. Neither your mother nor mine will have a say in our lives as individuals nor as a couple. Do you understand?”

She nodded as your thumbs wiped her tears away “Yes, mommy”

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you” you pecked her lips and she mewled when you didn’t go for more “Hey, don’t get impatient. Take your boxers off and sit at the edge. I will give you your reward because you watched me and didn’t touch yourself” you praised again and Natasha moaned.

She stood up and removing her underwear was painful as her cock was hard as a rock, between the praises and the tears she managed to get even more turned on. You were so caring and sweet, so motherly that her insides started to feel funny.

Who would’ve thought that the girl that loved degrading her girlfriend so much, had a praise kink herself?

You placed the chair a little closer and went to the closet for the full body mirror you had hanging on your bathroom door. Natasha watched you as you carefully placed it in front of her, against the chair, and you took a moment to kiss her sweetly.

You knelt behind her, your hands over her shoulders as she straightened up and you smiled at her through the mirror. Her cock was resting proudly against her abdomen, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were set on you.

“I will never get tired of telling you how perfect you are, my love” you whispered as your fingers trailed down her chest and your lips brushed her neck “Even when you are a pain in my ass, I can’t stop thinking how lucky I am to have you” Natasha moaned, feeling your nails tracing her abs as your other hand fisted her hair “Do you want me to touch you, baby?”

“Yes, mommy” she breathed out.

Your lips brushed her ear and she bit her lip “Beg, my love. How much do you need me?”

“So much. It hurts, please” she moaned as your tiny hand wrapped around her shaft “Fuck” her faced moved back, resting against your shoulder and her eyes closing as you moved your hand slowly “More, mommy. Please”

“Then look at yourself in the mirror, Natasha” you purred in her ear and her eyes met yours through the mirror “Look at you, so damn perfect” you pumped your hand a little faster but not enough “So mine. Did watching me finger myself turn you on, baby?”

“Fuck, yes” Natasha moaned, her eyes watching your hand work around her dick that looked bigger for your tiny hand and still, you handled her so well “I’ve never been this hard”

“Is that so, my love?” you chuckled and kissed her neck “Just for me? I’m so flattered, my love” you licked her skin and Natasha moaned louder, your thumb swirling around her aching tip “Who is Maria, baby?” you asked feigning innocence, pretending you didn’t feel jealous when Melina mentioned her and Natasha whimpered “You said I am your first girlfriend, did you lie?”

Your hand pumped her faster and the redhead felt dizzy. You tutted every time she tried to close her eyes and forced her to keep watching herself being jerked off as you questioned her.

“I- I didn’t, please” she whined when you slowed down and you started again “She was- she was the first girl I slept with” you growled next to her ear and Natasha moaned.

“Was she good? Why did your family know about her?” you husked and your hand moved with more purpose, your other hand tugging her hair and your girlfriend mewled “Don’t you dare to cum, Natasha. Answer”

“She- she was the daughter of one of my dad’s old friends” she whined again when you slowed down and her head started spinning as you coaxed answers out of her “She was my first, mommy”

“You already told me that. I asked if she was good” you grunted and your hand moved faster again, wet with nothing but pre-cum that kept glistening Natasha’s perfect cock.

“No?” she moaned and you raised a brow.

“You are asking me?”

Natasha shook her head “No, no. She wasn’t” she whined again because you kept getting her close and slowing down and your possessive tone was turning her on, making her skin tingle with excitement.

“Tell me about it. Did she give you your first handjob? Your first blowjob? You went all the way with her?” you whispered in her ear and Natasha whimpered, knuckles turning white at the edge of the bed.

“You don’t need to-“ she grunted when you tugged forcefully her hair and your darkened eyes met hers through the mirror “She- she sucked my dick, mommy. And the second time I fucked her pussy” you hummed and Natasha bit her lip nervously.

“A second time” you stated as you kept edging your girlfriend that could explode any second now because you knew she loved when you were possessive around her “Was her mouth better than mine?”

“No, mommy” Natasha whimpered as you fastened your movements.

“Was her pussy tighter than mine? Is that why you came so fast?” you whispered in her ear and the redhead started trembling “Answer and I will let you cum, my love”

“No pussy is better than yours, mommy” Natasha forced herself to say as her vision started to blur “Yours was made just for me” she moaned again as you chuckled, your own slick dripping down your thighs.

“You can cum, baby. Is my hand o…” your girlfriend screamed out your name spilling over your hand and her abdomen, she was panting as her head lolled back against your chest “I was going to offer my mouth” you giggled and Natasha whined “Shh, it’s okay, my love. You did so good for me” you licked the cum off your hand and then cleaned her abdomen “God, I could survive only eating your cum” you moaned and Natasha chuckled against your skin.

“Would you now?” she murmured and you hummed “I miss being inside of you, though” she pouted and you looked down and kissed her temple.

“Who said I was finished, my love? I was giving you a minute” you purred and Natasha whimpered “Get comfortable in bed”

The redhead crawled over the bed as you returned everything to its rightful place. Green eyes were set on the ceiling with her arms folded behind her head and she looked heavenly, her toned muscles shinning under the moonlight glistened with sweat.

You bit your lip as you crawled over the bed and hovered her body. Natasha was taller than you but in that moment you looked bigger and powerful. She moaned at your sight and at the confidence you exuded.

“You are so perfect, mommy” she whispered, trembling fingers caressing your cheek. The redhead was mesmerised by you, knowing what she needed without asking, without judging “You were made just for me”

You smiled and leaned closer, lips brushing hers and her breath hitched with anticipation. Your tongue outlined her lips and Natasha inhaled sharply.

“My sweet girlfriend, always saying the right things” you murmured against her lips “Were you always this much of a sweet talker?” Natasha looked you in the eyes as hers twinkled and she shook her head “Good. Because I was never like this before neither” she tried to close the gap between your lips and you pulled back, smirking as she whined “Tell me what you want, my love”

“You” she whimpered, your hand wrapping around her cock again as Natasha started getting hard.

“You have me already” you murmured “Be more specific, baby”

“I want you to kiss me, mommy” she whispered and you got closer again, brushing your lips teasingly as the redhead whined “Please, kiss me”

You hummed as your eyes closed and your lips captured hers. Natasha tried to rush it, match it with your hand movements, but you didn’t let her. You marked a steady and sweet pace. You nibbled her lower lip and she moaned, fully hard on your hand.

You lined up her cock with your entrance, breaking the kiss just to watch your movement as Natasha whimpered. You were soaked and warm, taking inch by inch so slowly it hurt.

The redhead loved going rough with you, fuck you until you were a babbling and moaning mess. And you loved it as much too because it gave you safety and freedom. She needed the control and you needed it out of your hands.

With the role swap, you realised Natasha needed you to take care of her and you needed to show her you could, you did care about her in every sense. More than the power exchange, was about the sense of knowing someone out there actually saw her for who she was. Not someone, you.

Your feelings were also running down your skin and making it tingle as much as hers. The connection and need on another level. And when she bottomed out and you exhaled, you almost swore you saw the famous red thread of fate between you.

Natasha’s head started spinning as you rolled your hips tenderly, hands pressed on her chest to help you and your eyes softened and caring.

Her hands grabbed your hips and you didn’t smack them away, you let her because she was just holding you to tell you she was there, she was feeling it too.

You kept moving painfully slow, soft grunts and moans filling the air as your eyes were locked with each other. Wet sounds getting louder as the time passed and your bodies covered with sweat as you started fastening the pace.

There were a lot of things you could’ve said or done, but your eyes were louder than your moans. And Natasha understood. You had fucked so many times but that night you truly were one.

One hand blindly patted the bed and showed you the bullet vibrator. You smiled and nodded because she was asking you permission with her cheeks all flushed as if she had never manhandled you.

Natasha turned it on and you whimpered when she pressed it, bouncing a little faster over her as you tossed your head back and rolled your eyes as you praised her for being so good to you, only coaxing grunts from the redhead’s throat.

“Fuck, my love, that feels amazing” you moaned and she sat with one arm wrapped around your waist as you kept bouncing and the other kept the vibrator between your bodies “God, Nat, slow down. I want to cum with you”

You pressed your foreheads together, sweat and breath mixing. The closeness of your bodies feeling more intimate as you locked your eyes with hers. Her plumped lips parted as she moaned along with you, your skin burning as much as hers.

“I’m close too, mommy” she whimpered and you moaned even louder.

You took the vibrator away from her hand and made her wrap her arms around you as you wrapped yours around her neck, pulling her closer as she hid her face in the crook of your neck.

You kept rolling your hips and Natasha kissed your neck as she felt your walls clenching around her, bringing her to the edge and her whimpers hit your skin. But what made you both cum was your words.

“You are so good, baby. You are enough for me, for you, for everyone. Even now you make me feel so special” Natasha’s teeth sank on your skin as she sucked desperately “Yes, baby, just like that. Cum inside of me. Be even more perfect, be my good girl”

Natasha screamed against your skin and you moaned her name as you held her close, feeling your bodies shuddering against each other as she filled you up.

Time froze as your pants filled the air and your chests moved up and down but you didn’t dare to break the embrace. Slowly you pulled back enough to look at her in the eyes, you kissed her passionately as if words wouldn’t be enough for that moment.

In the past, ripping those words out of you would’ve taken ages, months for you to truly feel them and mean it. But when you broke the kiss and you met green eyes full of adoration and trust. They rolled out with ease, sinking in your bones and hers. They were real and honest.

Three words. Eight letters.

“I love you” you whispered with your forehead pressed against hers and your hands cradling her face.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and her grip tightened around you, almost afraid of breaking the moment, afraid of waking up if it was a dream.

But it wasn’t. They were real as much as you. As much as her own feelings. So it was easy to reply.

“I love you too”

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