"Solo" (The Avengers, Natasha)
Title: "Solo"
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Natasha
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own The Avengers or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: Written for Avengerkink. Prompt:(solo)Natasha "I don't care about the context other than that, I just want Natasha having a date with her hand/preferred toy/whatever."
Warnings: masturbation, mentions of m/f and f/f sex
She wasn't in the mood for company, though this evening it was readily available if she wanted it.
Sex was an accepted part of being in the Avengers. Putting together such a volatile group made sex an inevitable tool for release.
Tonight though Natasha sought release privately.
She showered. The water, soap and shampoo cleansing her body of the dirt and smells of the mission. It didn't wash everything away. The memories of violence and destruction stayed with her. The ever present staining of death on her soul remained.
But that was okay. She could live with that.
She took her time, enjoying the hot water on her bare skin. She used soap scented with lavender.
Natasha turned off the water and stepped out of the stall. She looked at herself in the mirror. It was important that she could do that. It had taken time to bring herself to gaze upon her reflection and not be afraid or disgusted with what she saw.
Tonight she didn't see Black Widow. She saw Natasha. A woman. Naked. Alone. Content that she was in the place she needed to be, doing the things that she was needed to do. She had no idea how or when it had happened but Natasha had found what she hadn't even known she was looking for.
She smiled.
Natasha grabbed a towel and started drying herself. She worked down from top to bottom, as methodical with a towel as she was with a gun, or a blade.
On the wall across from her bed was a TV. She sat on the edge of her bed and picked up the remote. She accessed the built in hard disc and selected her night's entertainment.
She moved back on the bed, propped up on a stack of pillows against the headboard. She pressed play and she watched.
Pornography tended to be the better way to do this. Her imagination couldn't be trusted, at least not to begin with anyway. Once she was well along on the road to ecstasy her mind would continue along that path and not deviate into the less pleasant avenues of her conciousness.
It was simple, straightforward porn. In this case a beautiful man and two beautiful women. Natasha smiled approvingly. All three were very attractive. The man was a picture of masculinity, strong, tall, handsome. Both women were gorgeous blondes, curvy in all the right places.
As the trio kissed and started to take off clothes Natasha's hands were on her breasts, squeezing softly, thumbs flicking back and forth over her nipples.
The rooms here were very well soundproofed, so she had no concerns about watching the porno at a pleasant volume. She enjoyed the noises of sex almost as much as the visuals.
Natasha licked her lips as the naked trio touched and kissed and licked each other. The three were equally into each other.
Her right hand moved down her body. She wasn't in any rush. Fingers ghosted over her toned belly. She opened her legs.
Using her middle finger she traced her lower lips. On the screen the two women were fingering each other while one of them sucked on the man's cock.
Her finger stroked up between her pussy lips. She was getting wet.
Natasha pinched her nipple with her other hand. She took a loud deep breath. Closing her eyes. Listening to the noises of pleasure coming through the speakers. Her finger glided through her wetness to her clit. By happy coincidence one of the women in the movie moaned with wanton abandon as Natasha rubbed herself with slow, firm motion.
Her eyes opened.
She moved her finger faster against her clit, a quiet moan escaped her, drowned out by the moaning from the porn.
Natasha was good and wet and she moved her finger to her entrance. It was joined by her index finger, sliding in. She fingered herself, matching the rhythmic thrusts as the man fucked one of the women.
She closed her eyes again, this time letting her imagination wander, the sounds from the pornstar trio and the workings of her own fingers simulating her. She didn't think about anyone or anything in particular. She just thought about sex. The feeling of a hard cock inside her. The feeling of a woman's mouth on her cunt.
She fucked herself faster. God it felt good.
Just as the shower had cleansed her body, masturbating was cleansing her mind and her soul.
After giving her nipples a few more pinches and twists she moved her left hand down between her legs too. Carrying on with the exquisite fingering she was enjoying she rubbed her clit, up and down at first then in rapid circles as the pleasure built.
The porn was pretty much forgotten by now. She noticed the occasional moan or dirty exclamation but now she was letting go. She was letting herself just enjoy it.
When the delicious pleasure peaked she moaned softly. She continued to frig her clit but slid her fingers from her quivering cunt and up to her mouth. Natasha sucked on the fingers coated in her juices and after only a few moments the intense assault on her clit brought forth a second wave of pure bliss that washed over her body and drove off the last coherent thoughts.
Natasha took a few minutes to just enjoy it. The release. The tingling post-orgasm happy that was so lovely.
She used the remote to shut off the porn and went to the bathroom. She washed her hands and slipped on a thin, plain nightshirt. She arraned the pillows as she wanted, turned off the light and got under the covers.
Content and at peace, Natasha slept.
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Natasha
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own The Avengers or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: Written for Avengerkink. Prompt:(solo)Natasha "I don't care about the context other than that, I just want Natasha having a date with her hand/preferred toy/whatever."
Warnings: masturbation, mentions of m/f and f/f sex
She wasn't in the mood for company, though this evening it was readily available if she wanted it.
Sex was an accepted part of being in the Avengers. Putting together such a volatile group made sex an inevitable tool for release.
Tonight though Natasha sought release privately.
She showered. The water, soap and shampoo cleansing her body of the dirt and smells of the mission. It didn't wash everything away. The memories of violence and destruction stayed with her. The ever present staining of death on her soul remained.
But that was okay. She could live with that.
She took her time, enjoying the hot water on her bare skin. She used soap scented with lavender.
Natasha turned off the water and stepped out of the stall. She looked at herself in the mirror. It was important that she could do that. It had taken time to bring herself to gaze upon her reflection and not be afraid or disgusted with what she saw.
Tonight she didn't see Black Widow. She saw Natasha. A woman. Naked. Alone. Content that she was in the place she needed to be, doing the things that she was needed to do. She had no idea how or when it had happened but Natasha had found what she hadn't even known she was looking for.
She smiled.
Natasha grabbed a towel and started drying herself. She worked down from top to bottom, as methodical with a towel as she was with a gun, or a blade.
On the wall across from her bed was a TV. She sat on the edge of her bed and picked up the remote. She accessed the built in hard disc and selected her night's entertainment.
She moved back on the bed, propped up on a stack of pillows against the headboard. She pressed play and she watched.
Pornography tended to be the better way to do this. Her imagination couldn't be trusted, at least not to begin with anyway. Once she was well along on the road to ecstasy her mind would continue along that path and not deviate into the less pleasant avenues of her conciousness.
It was simple, straightforward porn. In this case a beautiful man and two beautiful women. Natasha smiled approvingly. All three were very attractive. The man was a picture of masculinity, strong, tall, handsome. Both women were gorgeous blondes, curvy in all the right places.
As the trio kissed and started to take off clothes Natasha's hands were on her breasts, squeezing softly, thumbs flicking back and forth over her nipples.
The rooms here were very well soundproofed, so she had no concerns about watching the porno at a pleasant volume. She enjoyed the noises of sex almost as much as the visuals.
Natasha licked her lips as the naked trio touched and kissed and licked each other. The three were equally into each other.
Her right hand moved down her body. She wasn't in any rush. Fingers ghosted over her toned belly. She opened her legs.
Using her middle finger she traced her lower lips. On the screen the two women were fingering each other while one of them sucked on the man's cock.
Her finger stroked up between her pussy lips. She was getting wet.
Natasha pinched her nipple with her other hand. She took a loud deep breath. Closing her eyes. Listening to the noises of pleasure coming through the speakers. Her finger glided through her wetness to her clit. By happy coincidence one of the women in the movie moaned with wanton abandon as Natasha rubbed herself with slow, firm motion.
Her eyes opened.
She moved her finger faster against her clit, a quiet moan escaped her, drowned out by the moaning from the porn.
Natasha was good and wet and she moved her finger to her entrance. It was joined by her index finger, sliding in. She fingered herself, matching the rhythmic thrusts as the man fucked one of the women.
She closed her eyes again, this time letting her imagination wander, the sounds from the pornstar trio and the workings of her own fingers simulating her. She didn't think about anyone or anything in particular. She just thought about sex. The feeling of a hard cock inside her. The feeling of a woman's mouth on her cunt.
She fucked herself faster. God it felt good.
Just as the shower had cleansed her body, masturbating was cleansing her mind and her soul.
After giving her nipples a few more pinches and twists she moved her left hand down between her legs too. Carrying on with the exquisite fingering she was enjoying she rubbed her clit, up and down at first then in rapid circles as the pleasure built.
The porn was pretty much forgotten by now. She noticed the occasional moan or dirty exclamation but now she was letting go. She was letting herself just enjoy it.
When the delicious pleasure peaked she moaned softly. She continued to frig her clit but slid her fingers from her quivering cunt and up to her mouth. Natasha sucked on the fingers coated in her juices and after only a few moments the intense assault on her clit brought forth a second wave of pure bliss that washed over her body and drove off the last coherent thoughts.
Natasha took a few minutes to just enjoy it. The release. The tingling post-orgasm happy that was so lovely.
She used the remote to shut off the porn and went to the bathroom. She washed her hands and slipped on a thin, plain nightshirt. She arraned the pillows as she wanted, turned off the light and got under the covers.
Content and at peace, Natasha slept.