**Black Widow Screws the MCU: Chapter One – Friends with Benefits**
Natasha Romanoff had never been one for any sort of established relationship, likewise, she had never actually been one to court her own friends. Those were few and far between, and she had never found too much use in anything so personal. Sex was one of two things for Black Widow, it was a quick release, done namelessly and anonymously, once or twice a month when her urges got too strong. If not that, then it was done for business. To extract information, to bribe some unwitting goon, or for an opportunity to slip a knife in their throat if need be. Her job always seemed to become much easier as soon as someone loosened their belt.
So when she first decided to kiss Steve Rogers, or as the world knew him, Captain America, for the first time, she hadn’t thought much of it. They had been on the run for days, Hydra had been hunting for them across New York and as they had found themselves cornered in a shopping mall, she had to find a way to make them look like any other ‘couple’ in the building. The kiss had gotten them past the agents searching for them, but more than that, it had made something click inside of both of them.
In Steve it was obvious, the childlike innocence the man had made a crush obvious. Rogers was hurting, and he needed somebody to be close to. She couldn’t blame him there, she knew how she looked, 5’3″ of pure beauty, bright red hair guaranteed to catch the eye, the greatest body any super heroine could hope for, and a fighting skill that made her seem almost dangerous. It didn’t help that most people saw her in her trademark uniform, a black latex suit she liked to leave unzipped down the top to draw the eye to her chest.
In her, it might have been a bit less innocent. She had been going for a time without any form of release, and the current situation was certainly not helping, with SHIELD’s best and brightest no longer around for her to drag off for a one night rendezvous. Steve, however, was quite the catch. Tall, muscular, kind, and when she pressed up against him for that kiss, she could tell he wasn’t nearly as modest as he seemed.
It wouldn’t hurt, would it? Giving Captain America a ride wouldn’t end the world. She’d flirted with her team members, but had tried to keep anything more off limits, but now her whole world had been flipped upside down, and her and Rogers both had something the other wanted.
Her mind was set when they stopped by a dingy New Jersey motel, a last stop before their arrival at an old army base, and when she rented their room, she made sure there was only one bed.
Natasha’s preparations were rapid, the sleazy motel wasn’t exactly a romantic outing but it was perfectly fitting for the fast and furious debauchery she had planned. With Steve out grabbing food, she quickly stripped out of her clothes, save for her thong, and made sure she was looking her best in the mirror, making sure to add some makeup for that extra touch.
When she saw their car make its way back into the parking lot, she flicked off the lights and stood besides the door. It was game time, no turning back now.
Moments later, the Captain was in.
“Natasha?” he asked, stepping in cautiously.
She flicked the lights back on.
Steve darted into a combat stance, expecting the worst as the bag of fast food was tossed to the corner, but his pose immediately changed when he saw her, his jaw going slack as he took in her figure.
She pounced on him before he could react further, like some sort of animal. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in for a kiss. Not a quick and almost innocent one like they shared in the mall, this time she forced her tongue into his mouth and moments later their tongues were dancing over one another. Steve’s hands drifted down, holding her up and getting a handful of her taught rear as he did so. She couldn’t help but moan at the touch.
As the kiss dragged on, getting rapidly more passionate as it did, the Captain found the inner strength to pull himself away and let go.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his lips wet with both of their spit and tainted red from her lipstick as Natasha hung off his front, her arms around his neck.
“Me and my fiance are sharing a hotel room,” she answered nonchalantly, referencing their cover from earlier in the day. “I figured we’d use it.”
“But- I… I can’t, Nata-”
Before he could finish, she cut him off with another kiss. She could feel him through his jeans, pressing against her barely covered and increasingly wet sex, and she knew she had gotten to him now. He wanted her, and she could feel the resistance fading as they continued.
When she was sure he was done complaining, she pushed off of him and put her hands on her hips.
“Clothes off, soldier. Now,” she ordered.
The Captain seemed more than willing to oblige.
She bit her lip as the shirt came off, ogling the perfect body super science had given him. When he dropped his pants, tearing off his belt and pulling down his jeans, her eyes widened even more. She thought she had felt something large before, but the bulge was simply massive.
When he kicked the jeans to the other side of the room, she was up to him again, the two moaning into each others mouths as Natasha’s hands felt his chest, fingers rolling over his chiseled form. She realized that his hands simply rested at his side, the man too inexperienced, or too shy, to quite go that distance. She took the lead for him, grabbing his hands and placing one on her breast and another on her ass. Getting the message, she was soon moaning as his hands grabbed, pushed, and rubbed her tight body.
Feeling the herculean bulge pressing against her, her hand drifted down for a feel, eliciting a grunt from Rogers. Likewise, her moans grew louder as she felt it, the Captain’s hard cock pressing into her hand, hardly fitting in her palm. She rubbed up and down before lightly grabbing the tip which felt moments away from bursting out of his briefs, her thumb growing wet on the precum which stained the fabric.
As Steve grunted at her ministrations, she broke the kiss, stared into his eyes, licked her lips, and sank to her knees.
She felt hazy with need as she saw his girth straining from within its confines, and without any more hesitation, she tore the last barrier between her and her desires down to the Captain’s ankles.
Steve’s cock whipped out and nearly smacked her on the face, precum dripping down onto the tip of her nose. The thing must have been a foot long. The super serum had definitely enhanced more than his muscles, it had gifted him with a dick she had only seen in dreams and fantasies. She was stunned as it bobbed in front of her, twitching eagerly.
She tore her eyes off and looked back into his.
“How have you not gotten a girlfriend yet?” she asked as her hand lightly surrounded the base of his shaft.
“Most of the women you’ve been pushing aren’t so forward,” he answered, a hand running through her hair.
She smirked at him before looking back at the behemoth in front of her. Her hand moved slowly up and down, getting a feel for it, fingers running over the bulging veins to the weighty tip. She leaned in to lick the precum dripping from his head, letting her tongue roll around the tip, staring up into his eyes as she did.
The Captain groaned at that, and she couldn’t help but feel accomplished as she pulled off to let some spit dribble from her mouth and onto the rest of cock, her hands moving up and catching it on the shaft, sliding up and down faster and faster on the newly lubed dick.
She had always felt satisfaction when she got what she wanted from a man, the knowledge that she had done her job well, but there was something even better when she actually knew him. They had been friends for years now, and she found deep, deep, satisfaction in making him feel this way without needing to carefully plan every next step to exploit his weaknesses.
Natasha’s tongue swirled the tip of his cock as her hands stoked up and down, faster and faster, turning and twisting as they went. She sucked lightly and licked his slit, moaning onto the cock as she tasted the pre on her tongue.
She let even more of her spit roll out and drip down the shaft, trying to get it was wet as possible for what she had planned.
As her hands rubbed her spit across his member, she engulfed the head, pushing forward as she wrapped her lips around his mushroom tip. She sucked lightly, delighting in his moans and grunts, before pushing forward, taking as much as she could into her mouth, and, slowly, into her throat.
She had to gag a bit as Steve’s cock hit the back of her throat, but she persevered, pushing forward, her hands stroking whatever she couldn’t yet reach. She soon hit a barrier a bit more than halfway down, spit sloppily dripping out as she coughed, unable to breath with the massive rod blocking any air. Almost begrudgingly, she pulled off for a moment, panting for breath as she kept her eyes locked to the man above her. Satisfied, she looked back down, taking in the sight of his rod covered in her saliva and the bright red marks of her lipstick, and pushed forward with renewed vigor, pushing down to her previous limit and further.
The cock pushed deep, deep into her throat, and she could feel her throat bulge at the intrusion. Not one to be beaten, however, Natasha pushed and pushed until her nose was pressing firmly into the Captain’s crotch. Her hands went downward, rubbing and rolling Steve’s equally huge balls. She could practically feel the cum stored inside, and groaned lewdly into his crotch as more spit came dripping out of her mouth and onto both of their thighs.
Natasha pulled off, then pushed back in, again and again, going faster and faster. She knew she couldn’t expect Rogers to get rough with her, it simply wasn’t in his nature, but nothing was stopping her from impaling herself on his dick like a back alley whore. She needed this, she needed to feel his huge member opening up her throat wider than anything before, she needed to taste the cum she could feel getting ready to burst out.
Steve’s hands loosely held her head as the man groaned louder and louder, the Captain looking up to the ceiling as she sloppily blew him. One of her hands dropped from his sack and pushed under her waistband, fingers playing with her soaking cunt.
“Natasha, I’m- I’m going to-”
She tore her head from his prick, a line of spit connecting from her lips to the tip, and moaned up at him.
“Oh fuck, give it to me Rogers,” and before he could answer, she dove right back onto it.
A moment after her nose once again rested on his crotch, she felt his huge member pulsing in her throat, his balls tightening. Her eyes rolled back as she felt the hot cum shoot straight into her stomach, jet after jet, pulse after pulse, with seemingly no end. She gagged as the cum poured from her nostrils, and forced herself to pull off, chugging down as much as his delicious seed as she could. There was an audible pop as her lips left his tip, and she cried out loudly as more and more cum splashed across her face, her body rocking with orgasm from the experience alone.
As the last streams shot out on her thoroughly covered face, she finished swallowing the remaining cum and let her mouth open to catch one more blast, before leaning in and sucking the rest from the tip. She almost never swallowed ‘on the job’, but this was something else. Something about the entire situation shook her, made her even hotter than she had already felt. She felt like a whore, gagging herself on the cock of one of her best friends, begging for his cum. And she liked it.
Steve stumbled back, panting with exhaustion as he looked down at her cum covered face.
“Oh God Natasha, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” he trailed off as she traced a finger down her face, collecting a good amount of his cum on the tip of her index finger before sucking it clean.
“I hope you got more where that came from, big guy,” she growled, licking even more from her lips.
The Captain, for the second time that night, seemed surprised beyond words, but his cock was soon rising back to full mast as she stood back up and tore the now soaked thong from her hips. She hopped on the bed, rolled onto her knees, and bent over, giving him a full view of all of her assets.
“Rogers, I want you to fuck me. Hard,” she demanded, and the Captain hardly managed to sputter out a few words before he was complying. The bed rocked as he quickly got on behind her, and her breath caught in her throat as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her slit, his hands resting on her ass. As she bent over fully, she grabbed a breast in one hand, and let her other help guide him in.
Steve was inexperienced, but that didn’t mean he was slow. Perhaps it was because of the inexperience that he didn’t realize how easy it would be to slide in fully, but Natasha screamed suddenly as she felt near a foot of cock sliding into her pussy. She felt pain, but she also felt pleasure, and she wanted to feel so much more.
“Are you alright?” Steve asked, slowly pulling out of her.
“I said fuck me,” Natasha rasped, “So give it to me!”
She was thankful that he didn’t need to be told twice, she didn’t think she could manage any more words. Especially not as Steve pushed in fully again, knocking the breath clean out of her lungs as the tip pushed against her cervix, threatening to breach the small opening. The Captain pulled back after that, before pushing back in again.
And again.
And again.
She couldn’t help but cry out in constant pleasure, every pant and gasp of air being met with her mewling for more. She rocked back into Roger’s hips as he thrust inside, and again and again they went. Back and forth, for what felt like hours, but what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes.
Natasha quickly lost track of any time, and soon began simply counting the orgasms, the bursts of pleasure overwhelming the pain being the only thing she could possibly think about as they went. Around the third, however, she lost track, and soon she was nothing besides a moaning, panting mess, no thought in her head besides the constant pleasure she felt. One hand kneaded her breast roughly, fingers pinching and pulling on a nipple, the other rubbing frantically at her clit.
Eventually, her hand moved from her breast to her crotch, and she moved her other around and above her back. Her fingers soon found their way to her ass, Natasha’s favorite part of her body, and she began rubbing at her other hole as Rogers pumped in and out. She looked back as she pushed a finger in, locking eyes with Steve as her finger pushed in and out of her ass. At first she did it slowly, but then more and more frantically as the pace continued to hasten, before sliding a second finger in with the first.
The sight seemed to be too much for the Captain, and with a final gasp of pleasure, he pulled her hips into his and thrust in as far as he could make it. His cock slammed against her cervix, almost breaching the entrance, and she could feel the cum pour into her body. The fingers in her rectum and the ones on her clit were moving feverishly now, pulling out a final, massive orgasm that hit her like a tidal wave. The combined pleasures she was experiencing, the huge insertion she nearly felt up to her stomach, and now his hot cum filling every inch and crevice of her insides.
She blacked out from the pure pleasure, stars flashing across her vision, leaving her as nothing much more than a groaning mess on the bed. Rogers soon managed to pull out, his cock giving a few more shots, jets of cum landing on her ass and her back as she fell forward onto the bed, feeling the seed pouring out of her well abused hole.
Natasha could feel how much of an absolute mess she was now, how utterly filled she was, the cum on her face, on her back, her ass, and even more leaking out of her onto the bed. Rogers fell next to her soon after, breathing desperately for air, the experience having hit him almost as hard as her.
“Where… were you hiding… that thing,” Natasha finally managed to gasp out as the sweat began to cool, the agent provocateur finding the strength to roll over onto her back.
The Captain didn’t have an answer, just shaking his head slowly and putting his head back into his pillow, utterly exhausted.
She had planned for this to be a one night stand, a quick fling to get an equally quick release before she made sure the two of them never spoke of it again. But this was different, something inside of her had ignited at this experience.
Natasha needed more.
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