7. (18+) ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴊᴇᴀɴꜱ

Pairing: Top!Natasha Romanoff x Bottom!F!ReaderWarnings: Pretty public sex, Car sex, Fingering (R Receiving), Pet names (Princess, Baby, Babe, Good girl), Daddy kink, Degrading (Whore, Slut, Brat, Toy), Praise kink, Nipple play, Clit play, Exhibitionism, Dash of voyerism.Words: 2k+

As Natasha leans against the chilled front door she can just make out the sound of the engine of the car trying to warm up. The redhead knows that you're nervous to meet her family and has been trying to think of ways to help calm your nerves; however even her own nerves cannot always be filtered out, "You need to hurry or we're going to be late."

You release a deep exhale at the sound of your fiancée's words. Giving yourself a final look in the mirror, double checking that your makeup isn't smudged and that you don't have a hair out of place, to try and release some of your nerves you give yourself a small shake. Walking out of your ensuite bathroom into your shared bedroom you begin to look for the perfect outfit. You don't even hear the Avenger open the door as she enters. She notices you trying to decide on clothes to wear and moves quickly to grab her favorite pair of ripped jeans on you.

Natasha tosses the pair over to you, smirking slyly when they land on your head, "You should wear these— your ass looks good in these jeans." You can't help but smile even as you roll your eyes. Checking the time, you hurriedly put on the pair of pants and throw on a simple white t-shirt before picking up your pair of flats as you rush out the door and get into the car.

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Looking over at the redhead you can tell she's tense as well, but you're unsure if she's just sympathetically nervous about your first time meeting her family or something else. However, your thoughts are cut short once you see the standstill traffic ahead of you on the interstate. Natasha's foot slowly applies pressure on the break as two semi-trucks stop on either side of the car, boxing you in.

You're pulled from your thoughts as you feel the former assassins hand land on your thigh, "Baby, you're just going to get more stressed waiting in this traffic, so let me distract you so you'll relax."

As your eyes lock with hers you muster up the words, "I don't think anything would be able to distract me enough to relax, babe."

Natasha smirks at the statement, mumbling a quick witted expression of 'oh I'll take that challenge'. Her eyes dropped down as her hand started playing with the rips in your jeans causing the premade rips to widen. Quickly removing her hand to move on to untuck your white shirt from your jeans. "I'll get you to be nice and relaxed, princess. Don't worry."

Pale fingers go to unbutton your jeans with ease, swiftly pushing down the zipper after. The red head ran the pads of her fingers along the fabric of your underwear, reaching down to lightly brush over your clit, causing you to take a sharp inhale. "Natas-"

"Daddy—" the Avenger corrected sternly, her tone unwavering.

You gulped desperately trying to find the redhead's eyes yet failing before continuing, "D-Daddy... someone could see us."

A dark chuckle breaks from your fiancée's mouth, "Oh, princess, I hope someone does."

Natasha removes her hands from your body causing a whorish whine to slip past your lips as she goes to move the gear shift into park. A devilish smirk plasters across her face as her eyes illuminate with desire as she scans you over, bringing her hands up to grope your boobs whilst brushing her thumbs over your nipples. "Can Daddy have some fun with her toy?" The former assassin questions, egging you on as she pulls tauntingly on your nipples. A shiver ran through your body at the touch as a breathless 'yes' left your mouth.

"As much as I love those jeans on you, I'm going to need them around your ankles now." A shot of heat hits directly at your center causing you to still before speedily lifting up your hips to push down your pants with vigor. Your fiancée's hand finds itself back on your thigh squeezing lightly before moving her up and inward. Her fingers curled into you, dragging her fingertips back up towards the apex of your thighs, leaving slightly elevated red lines from the paths her nails took.

Natasha moved intricately, her fingers running up your thigh and along the waistband of your black lace underwear, slightly slipping her fingers inside once she reaches the center of your pelvis. Small whines start leaving your mouth as you look over to the driver's side of the car, a silent and warranted plea coming from you. A pleased smile makes its way across the Avenger's face, "You need to tell Daddy what you want, princess."

After a few seconds you finally respond to your partner, "I wan- I want Daddy... I want Daddy to finger me right here...right now." The smile spread seductively on the redhead's face, showing just how proud she is at asking for what you wanted.

Natasha brings her hand up to cup your face as you lean into her embrace, "Now that is my good girl. Daddy is going to take good care of you, don't worry."

She dropped her hand from your face, sliding it down to glide over your covered mound. Her fingers slowly curled up and down, stopping right below your aching clit, feeling the wet patch grow tentatively on your underwear.

"Do you think you're ready for more?" Natasha broods, watching her own movements.

You nod your head in anticipation, joining it with mumbled approval. The Avenger guides your legs as she places your feet firmly onto the dash and spreads your knees apart to give herself room. She pulls her finger up slightly to press down on your swollen bud, earning a jerk upwards from your exposed hips. A sharp pinch met your clit with a quick pull and release, the Russian passing a vulgar moan. She ran her fingers out to the sides of your underwear, pushing gradually underneath the edges as her fingers join back together applying fair pressure right at your entrance, "Only a true slut could be this wet when anyone can look to their side mirrors and see my pussy getting played with."

Another wave of arousal hits, making your center clench around nothing and a grin to appear back on the former assassin's face. Natasha collected your wetness along her slender fingers before sinking them in knuckle deep to only pull them back out. A deep exhale came from your lips, "Daddy please..take me."

The redhead releases her own soft moan at your begging, bottoming her fingers out inside of your gripping walls, glancing up to meet your eyes as she curls her digits— feeling for that spongy spot inside you and causing your eyes to snap shut.

Natasha removes her finger quickly, giving a firm slap to your inner thigh, making your eyes snap open connecting with Natasha's, "Eyes open slut. I want you to know exactly the situation you put yourself in for your Daddy."

Her words have always left you sputtering, spinning, and weak at the knees. She always knew exactly what to say to get your mind empty and incoherent, completely ready to be whatever she wanted you to be. Your eyes beg to stay locked onto the vibrant green in front of you as you feel your chin being pushed forward to look at the traffic in front of you. Your fiancée's fingers slowly push back into you. Your eyes threaten to close again but you force them to stay open and remain focusing forward, "That's my good girl. Such a good princess for me."

Natasha's pace is slow at first, wanting to feel every inch of you, to feel every clench and jerk your body makes while her other hand moves to the top of your head, pushing back the strands of hair falling in front of your face, "I don't want to miss the look on your poor face as you cum on my fingers."

After a few more slow pumps the former assassin starts to move at a faster pace. Your hands move from your upper thighs to your fiancée's wrist, trying to control her movements, but when it comes to strength the redhead has always had you beat. Natasha has never been one to miss a day at the gym, but even more so on arm day. This one fact has always come in handy when she's out saving the world as an Avenger, yet here she is unable to think of a better reason for her obsessive gym behavior than to have your feet on the dash fingering you as the two of you sat in traffic.

Dropping the hand she had placed on your head to the front of your shirt, she grabs roughly onto your breast as she keeps her ever increasing speed pumping in and out of your cunt, "There is something so undeniably hot about fucking someone when they're still half dressed."

Your brain is quickly becoming foggy at the actions and words falling from your fiancée. You desperately try to ground your focus on anything else except the growing tightness collecting in your stomach; so you look towards the traffic searching for something to focus on and notice the head of the semi truck driver in the side mirror. It was impossible to hide the wave of arousal washing over you at the realization all this driver would need to do is turn their side slightly to see you knees spread, panties pushed aside, getting brought to an orgasm. You don't even notice the small rocking of your hips trying to desperately find the palm of Natasha's hand to satisfy the pulsing throb in your untouched clit.

"Such a pathetic little slut. Do you need Daddy to rub some circles on this clit?", the Russian cooes while placing alternating light and firm taps directly on your clit. No coherent response is able to leave your mouth as the Russian already begins to use her thumb to start applying tight circles on your clit. A moan catches with a gasp, falling trapped in your throat. You use whatever strength you can gather in your arms to lift your body up slightly from the seat, desperate to ease the overwhelming tightness in your stomach, "I'm waiting on an answer whore."

"Ye-Yes, Daddy, ple-please keep..keep going ", You stumbled over your words, unable to focus on anything except for your fiancée's touch. The combination of her fingers filling you up and the attention to your clit had you reaching a new level of pleasure with each passing second. Any thoughts that try to enter your mind are thrown away as you feel a pair of lips start to kiss along your neck. The string of burning kisses coming to a stop right above your sweet spot, Natasha mumbles, "You look so pretty right before you fall apart."

The former assassin begins to suck down harshly with full intent to leave a dark purple mark against your skin. She was never one to pass up the opportunity to let everyone know exactly who you belonged to. Subconsciously you tilted your head, opening up your neck to welcome the familiar pair of lips back onto your skin. The fire that had been burning in your core is now spreading up your body, the mark leaving behind a pulsing feeling as she pulls away with a pop. Biting down lightly right over the bruise, the redhead then soothes the area with a steady lave across it with the tip of her tongue.

A whine leaves your mouth as you feel Natasha pull out her slick fingers, "Don't be a brat," she hisses, adding a third finger. The return of her thumb on your clit has you winding up faster than anticipated. Re-inserting her fingers and adjusting her angle, the Avenger begins a brutal pace with her only focus being on making you cum.

Your breathing falls rapidly as your chest rises and falls. The feeling of your fiancée's fingers repeatedly hitting directly into that soft, spongy spot which has your toes curling and your knuckles turning white from your grip on the seat. Right as you were getting familiar with the pleasure, she suddenly changes her movement on your clit. Hums and moans of approval start pouring out of your mouth filling the Russian with motivation as she increases her speed of driving into you.

"Be a good whore— and cum for me", the name combined with the command causes your brain to short circuit. The tightening coil in your stomach finally snaps as you release a loud moan, coming undone on your fiancée's fingers, "God, you sound better than anything else on the radio."

Panting as you come down from your high, you feel fingers poke at your lips, so you open your mouth to suck on the fingers greedily that had just been giving you intense pleasure. "Such a good toy" Natasha broods before grabbing your face and connecting your lips in a deepened kiss.

"God, now I'll need to try and salvage my makeup and hair..." You exhale, pulling down the passenger seat mirror. "Natasha, you left a hickey! We are literally on the way to meet your family! I don't have any makeup to cover this up!"

The smirking Avenger tunes you out quickly as she looks forward to that same side mirror, greeted with a smile and curt nod from the semi truck driver that she gladly returns, "I think these jeans could be your good luck charm."