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salmon_pink) wrote2014-10-07 08:31 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-10-07 08:31 pm
(MCU) Bound And Bonding
Title: Bound And Bonding
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Pepper/Natasha
Rating: NC-17
Words: 416
Notes: Bondage. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mcufemslash, prompt "light bondage".
Summary: Tied down, loved up.
The whole bondage thing has never really done it for Natasha. She thinks of handcuffs and gags, chances are her mind’s instantly going to drift to interrogations and some not particularly pleasant memories.
But now Pepper’s in her life, and that’s all changed. Now bondage means silk scarves and sheets with ridiculously high thread-counts. It means Pepper kneeling over her, smiling in that hungry way she has that never fails to make Natasha wet.
Pepper never gags her. She says she likes Natasha’s voice too much, likes to hear her groans and gasps and how she lapses into Russian when Pepper keeps her on the edge too long.
Pepper’s always so careful about how she ties the knots. Making sure they’re not too tight, that there’s no danger to Natasha’s circulation, that it’s not putting any strain on her wrists or shoulders. Natasha likes to imagine Pepper researching all the best forms of bondage online, sat in her office at Stark Industries and growing slick beneath her panties, knowing somebody could knock on her door any moment.
Sure, Natasha could still slip her bonds, she’s too well-trained to be incapacitated by a couple of strips of fabric. But she doesn’t want to, God, there’s no part of her at all that wants to escape. Not when she’s got Pepper’s head between her legs, firm hands gripping her hips. She likes pushing her fingers through Pepper’s hair at times like this, but she can’t with her wrists tied to the headboard, and she loves that all she can do is take it.
She feels spread out, vulnerable but not in a way that’s frightening. In a way that’s freeing, to be offered up to Pepper’s whims like this. She’s at Pepper’s mercy, and it’s the most amazing thing in the world. She can buck her hips, try to chase the sensation of Pepper’s mouth dragging over her clit, but she can’t force the pace. If Pepper wants to take it slow, that’s what will happen, that’s how it’ll be, and Natasha will just have to lay back and let Pepper tease her however she wants.
She doesn’t have to make decisions. She doesn’t have to put up any sort of front. She’s just her, reduced to base feeling, to sex, to Pepper’s property.
She never knew that being tied up could make her feel so safe. But she also never knew she could fall this hard for someone, and she’s happy to let Pepper keep surprising her.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Pepper/Natasha
Rating: NC-17
Words: 416
Notes: Bondage. For
mcufemslash, prompt "light bondage".Summary: Tied down, loved up.
The whole bondage thing has never really done it for Natasha. She thinks of handcuffs and gags, chances are her mind’s instantly going to drift to interrogations and some not particularly pleasant memories.
But now Pepper’s in her life, and that’s all changed. Now bondage means silk scarves and sheets with ridiculously high thread-counts. It means Pepper kneeling over her, smiling in that hungry way she has that never fails to make Natasha wet.
Pepper never gags her. She says she likes Natasha’s voice too much, likes to hear her groans and gasps and how she lapses into Russian when Pepper keeps her on the edge too long.
Pepper’s always so careful about how she ties the knots. Making sure they’re not too tight, that there’s no danger to Natasha’s circulation, that it’s not putting any strain on her wrists or shoulders. Natasha likes to imagine Pepper researching all the best forms of bondage online, sat in her office at Stark Industries and growing slick beneath her panties, knowing somebody could knock on her door any moment.
Sure, Natasha could still slip her bonds, she’s too well-trained to be incapacitated by a couple of strips of fabric. But she doesn’t want to, God, there’s no part of her at all that wants to escape. Not when she’s got Pepper’s head between her legs, firm hands gripping her hips. She likes pushing her fingers through Pepper’s hair at times like this, but she can’t with her wrists tied to the headboard, and she loves that all she can do is take it.
She feels spread out, vulnerable but not in a way that’s frightening. In a way that’s freeing, to be offered up to Pepper’s whims like this. She’s at Pepper’s mercy, and it’s the most amazing thing in the world. She can buck her hips, try to chase the sensation of Pepper’s mouth dragging over her clit, but she can’t force the pace. If Pepper wants to take it slow, that’s what will happen, that’s how it’ll be, and Natasha will just have to lay back and let Pepper tease her however she wants.
She doesn’t have to make decisions. She doesn’t have to put up any sort of front. She’s just her, reduced to base feeling, to sex, to Pepper’s property.
She never knew that being tied up could make her feel so safe. But she also never knew she could fall this hard for someone, and she’s happy to let Pepper keep surprising her.