June 2025 Exclusive Poll Winner - What's Your Name Again? - Harry/Natasha Romanov (Black Widow)

AN: All characters are over the age of 18.

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The quiet of the railway station always made for pleasant company in the evenings when Harry’s mind was too loud for comfort. He liked to imagine that all of the swirling thoughts inside of him would just fly out of his ears and dissipate into the silent world around him. Few trains ran this late and those that did took away the drunken passengers who’d clearly enjoyed their night out. A few small shops and cafes remained open, which was where Harry usually passed his time.

He made his way down the lonely platform past the security guard who looked ready to doze off on a nearby bench and made his way into Treats. There was a redheaded girl in there about his age sitting alone with a mug of coffee in her hands. Although she was subtle, Harry noticed her eyes following his movements as he found a seat at a table across the room from her. At first, he feared that she knew who he was—he didn’t want to run into any witches or wizards and have his location be leaked out anywhere—but she quickly went back to lazily drinking her coffee and staring off into the distance blankly.

A pretty waitress came by to take his order.

“Yorkshire tea and an almond croissant, please.”

She smiled at him as she turned away to go get his food and tea ready. Harry had been here a few times before, and each time he found himself entranced with the waitress’ beauty, but something felt off with him today. He couldn’t quite bring himself to watch her work out of the corner of his eye, not when that other girl was nearby.

For whatever reason, she kept drawing his gaze. She was doing absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, but he felt drawn to her for a reason that he couldn’t quite put into words.

“It’s rude to stare, you know,” the girl said suddenly.

Surprised that she’d noticed, Harry jumped in his seat. “S-sorry. Didn’t mean nothing by it.”

“Mm hmm,” the girl hummed, clearly unconvinced. “If you’re going to keep checking me out, you may as well make a move directly.”

Was that what he’d been doing? Honestly, it hadn’t even been his intention.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Harry said. “I wasn’t trying to check you out… I’ve just had a long week and I was spacing out. My name’s Harry.”

She weighed his response for a moment in silence. “My name’s Naomi,” she replied, evidently deciding that he was being truthful enough.

Her accent was close to a typical posh accent you’d hear around certain areas of London or on the telly, but Harry noticed something odd about the way she spoke. It felt stilted and rehearsed rather than natural.

“Are you from London?” He asked before his curiosity could stop him.

Naomi looked annoyed at his question. “Yes,” she said bluntly.

Harry cringed back, trying not to grimace. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like… sorry.”

“Is that all you do? Apologise over and over again?” Naomi asked him with a touch of amusement in her voice.

“When I’m out of sorts,” Harry admitted.

“Well, as much as I’d love to play therapist to whatever problems you have going on, I’ve got to get going,” Naomi said, setting down her unfinished coffee and standing up from her seat.

“Where are you—” Harry began to ask, but as he turned to follow her movements past him, he saw two bulky men standing by the exit. They looked like street thugs, the type of person that Dudley and his mates would grow up to become. The two men glared at him and barked out some words in Russian to Naomi. She spared him a brief glance backwards before replying in Russian as well, and then the three of them left.

Harry was left utterly confused as to what had just happened. No sane girl would ever willingly go with men like that. More than likely, she’d end up hurt or be forced into prostitution… but that didn’t seem quite right. Naomi hadn’t seemed intimidated or put off by them in the slightest.

“Odd,” Harry muttered to himself as the waitress came back and delivered his tea and croissant. Harry thanked her and tucked into his treat, letting his mind wander once more.

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One Year Later

“Everyone at the wedding,” Harry gasped as he landed on his feet. Apparation had never been his favourite mode of transportation, but at least now he wasn’t about to be sick from it. “Will they be okay?”

“I don’t know,” Hermione replied in a hushed whisper. She grabbed his and Ron’s hands and tugged them forward into a busy crowd on Tottenham Court Road. No one had noticed their arrival. “We have to get out of here.”

“But my family’s in danger,” Ron argued.

“And we’ll be dead if we get caught out by Death Eaters,” Hermione replied, her eyes flickering from side to side for any danger. “We need to duck in somewhere and plan what’s next.”

There were a dozen cafes to choose from, but Hermione directed them towards a small and shabby one that seemed more like a front for crime than a genuine shop. Harry followed close behind Hermione, his vision obstructed by her bushy hair as they entered the cafe. They slipped into a vacant booth near the back of the empty cafe.

Only, it wasn’t so empty.

Before Harry had even managed to digest what had just happened, he spotted a woman sitting across the room from them. She was the only other person here, and she was sitting with coffee in her hands. Something about her seemed terribly familiar—

Suddenly, his memory of the strange meeting with a girl on a train platform last summer came to the forefront of his mind.

“Naomi?” He called out in surprise.

The woman didn’t react at first. It was only when no other sounds came from anyone in the cafe that she turned to see Harry staring at her. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she tried to place him, and then they widened back to normal once she had.

“Is she a friend of yours?” Hermione asked Harry, desperately trying to maintain a casual tone but being unable to hide the slight panic in her voice that they’d just encountered someone who could give them up to the Death Eaters.

“Sort of,” Harry shrugged. “I met her at a cafe last summer and…”

Why had he called out to her like that? They’d barely exchanged a few dozen words to each other last summer and he hadn’t seen her since then. He’d passed by thousands of people since then, and none of them had lingered in the recesses of his mind like Naomi had.

“Voldemort’s bound to be looking for us,” Hermione said in a hushed whisper. “Is she a witch?”

“No,” Harry replied quickly in a similarly quiet tone. He turned back to Naomi, hoping that she didn’t feel awkward with all of them whispering around her.

Naomi had a rough sort of grimace upon her lips as she looked at him. Her eyes flickered towards the doors before they returned to his table, as though she was expecting someone to walk through at any moment.

“You alright?” Hermione said pleasantly with a pained smile.

“Yeah, you?” Naomi replied casually.

“Yeah, good, thanks,” Hermione replied. “So, Naomi—”

“Actually, it’s Nancy,” Nancy corrected her.

Harry frowned in confusion. He could’ve sworn that her name was Naomi.

“Nancy,” Hermione chuckled awkwardly. “Are you out for a night with friends? We’re—”

Her voice stifled itself as a pair of burly workmen walked into the cafe. They seemed entirely unbothered by the lack of a waitress as they took a seat in the booth next to Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

“We’re just heading home from a night out ourselves,” Hermione continued. “We’d be out later, but Uni work is never done.”

Ron chuckled along like he understood what Hermione was saying, but it came out all nervous and awkward. If Nancy noticed, she didn’t comment.

“I was just out and about,” Nancy replied. “Didn’t expect to run into anyone around here.”

“It’s a busy street. So many passersby,” Hermione said sympathetically. “A few weeks ago, I came across my cousin from Cheshire—gave me quite the fright.”

Nancy hummed noncommittally. Evidently, the coffee in her hands seemed much more important than the conversation around her. No, that wasn’t quite true. Harry could see her eyes constantly flitting about, searching the room for… something. Her eyes gave away her panic, even if the rest of her body language didn’t. Something was wrong.

“We should get going soon, ‘Mione,” Ron commented quietly. “Do you even have any muggle money on hand?”

“Of course I do, Ronald,” Hermione hissed, furious that he’d practically given away the fact that they weren’t muggles themselves. She began reaching into her beaded bag that held an Undetectable Extension Charm to allow for far more things to be inside of it than normal space would allow for.

At that very moment, Harry sensed danger from behind him. As he drew his wand instinctively, he saw Nancy rising from her seat as well. She was faster than him and threw the table she was sitting at directly towards the two workmen who’d entered the cafe only moments ago.

The blond-haired workman was struck by the table straight to his face. The crunch of his nose breaking rang out loudly, as did the curse that left his lips.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Harry shouted, jabbing his wand forward. The blond man’s body froze up like a marble statue and clattered to the floor just as the dark-haired man fired off a silent curse.

The spell careened past Harry’s head right towards Hermione, who was saved by Ron’s timely intervention as he tackled Hermione down onto the floor. Harry raised his wand to attack only to hesitate when Nancy leapt into frame and attacked the dark-haired man with a frightening precision that left Harry gaping in awe.

A swift kick to the underside of the man’s chin gave Nancy the advantage she needed to grab his wrist and flip him over her back. He landed painfully on the floor as Nancy swiftly locked his arm upwards, ready to pop it straight out of its socket if he gave her a single reason to do so.

It took less than a second for the man to fire off another explosive hex, causing the ceiling to erupt in a burst of flames as it came clattering down around them. Harry ducked back and protected himself as a loud cracking sound rang out. He fired blindly ahead, stunning the dark-haired man just in time.

“Nancy!” Harry cried out, seeing her fleeing towards the exit. She hesitated there, her hand gripping the knob that only needed the slightest twist to open up into the outside world. When she looked back at him, her green eyes were full of uncertainty. It was only when more of the ceiling collapsed that she darted out into the streets.

“Forget about her!” Ron shouted at Harry, grabbing him and pulling him backwards. “The Obliviators will deal with our mess. We need to get out of here right now!”

He was right, and Harry hated him for it. He didn’t know where these powerful emotions around Nancy were coming from. He felt a need to protect her and keep her safe from any harm, but why?

Reluctantly, Harry let himself be pulled away from the scene as they disappeared into the night.

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Two Years Later

A cold night in London wasn’t unfamiliar to any of its inhabitants, least of all Harry. With the war’s end and his ascension to the top of the political scene, he’d rejected everything granted to him wholesale. He’d never battled against Voldemort for the right to dictate the way society should operate; all he ever did was to try to secure a sort of peace for himself and others who were attacked by Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. The magical world tried to turn him into a figurehead, someone that others could rally around, but that wasn’t what Harry wanted.

Countless agents tried to seek him out, searching for any way in which they could receive his support for a number of issues. Such things had begun earlier when he was a teenager just when Rufus Scrimgeour became the Minister for Magic, and he’d denied them their goals then. He didn’t want to be paraded out whenever he was politically relevant and then discarded when he wasn’t.

He’d given his all to the magical world, but it simply wasn’t enough. They wanted more and more until he was nothing more than a shelled-out husk. That was no way to live.

So, Harry returned to the muggle streets of London. It was rare that he ever entered a pub or cafe for anything. Most of the time, he walked aimlessly with his hood drawn up just in case a muggle-born witch or wizard happened to be about.

The streets were familiar enough to him now that he managed to return to the same spot he always found himself wandering. Ever since the war’s end, he’d continued to return to Tottenham Court Road. It was rife with activity, as usual, and Harry continued to wander the road, passing by through the crowds with practised ease.

“Are you looking for me?”

Harry jumped in surprise as he always did. Only twice before had he seen her here again since the war’s end. He was in fact looking for her, as he always was. She never failed to leave an impression upon him, and something within his mind always drew him towards finding her. He didn’t know if it was her beauty or her dry wit, but it was all so captivating to Harry.

“Is it back to Naomi now? Or Nancy? Or Nadya? Or Nina?”

“It’s Natasha, actually,” Natasha informed him as she stepped into view. She’d grown as much as he had in the past nine months since he’d last seen her. Her iridescent green eyes and striking red hair were undeniably captivating, and her heart-shaped face drew him in as it always did. She had a cockiness about her as much as she did a vulnerability, not that she ever tried to let Harry see that part of her. His time in war had given him a far greater understanding of human emotion so as to be able to recognise when someone was hurting, no matter how much they wished to hide it.

“What's it going to be next time?” Harry asked.

“Just Natasha,” she said, shaking her head at him. “I have many names, and precious few know my true one. I don’t want to hide from you anymore.”

“Natasha,” Harry repeated the word, as though tasting it upon his tongue.

“Exactly,” she smiled at him. “Natasha Romanova. Technically my real name is Natalia, but I prefer Natasha. Just knowing that name means that you’re marked for death.”

“Should I be worried then?” Harry asked her, half sincerely.

“No,” Natasha shook her head. “I’ve made sure of that.”

“So, those big, burly Russian guys I’ve seen shadowing you have finally gone?” Harry asked.

“For now,” Natasha replied playfully. “I’ve managed to shake them for tonight. They’ll find me… eventually.”

Harry didn’t understand any of what Natasha had going on in her life. Honestly, it was like a mystery from the telly to him.

“Natasha,” he said softly.

“It’s fine,” she reassured him. She certainly did seem confident in herself, which Harry had no reason to doubt. He’d seen her fight before, and while she didn’t control the wonders of magic, she did have remarkable control over the strength of her body. “I’m safe in what I do with them.”

Harry detected it as a half lie immediately. There was truth in what she was saying, but there was much more left to be uncovered.

“I don’t think you are,” Harry told her sincerely.

His words must’ve struck a chord within her because she took half a step back away from him. Harry gave her space, letting her decide how to proceed next.

“You’re not entirely wrong,” Natasha admitted. “But that’s not anything you need to worry about. I’m stronger, faster, and smarter than all of them. I don’t need to worry about what might happen because I know that I can handle it alone.”

Harry sucked in a deep breath. “I wish that you didn’t have to. I could help you if you needed it.”

Natasha laughed. “I know you would at a moment’s notice. I haven’t forgotten about that magic you showed back in that cafe, but trust me when I say that I know what I’m doing. No one will find me tonight, and when they do tomorrow, I’ll be ready to deal with any consequences that come my way.”

Harry wasn’t entirely happy with her answer. He wished that she could leave a carefree life without any stress like he was. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He had plenty of stress from his life, the one that he’d left behind. Magical Britain was still clamouring for him, but he chose to hide himself away from it all. The stress of knowing that his presence was still wanted lingered in his mind.

“Then what are you doing tonight?” Harry asked her.

“I’m supposed to murder you,” Natasha answered.

Her answer sounded so comical, even for a man who’d spent the majority of his existence with his life under threat. But her words sounded serious.

“And yet you haven’t,” Harry replied.

“Yet,” Natasha said teasingly.

Harry raised his eyebrows like he was unimpressed.

“Natasha,” Harry sighed. “Twice now you’ve mentioned my death…”

“I forget that my flirting isn’t always the most obvious,” Natasha chuckled.

“Flirting?”

Natasha rolled her eyes at him. “If I’d wanted you dead, I would’ve already done it. My superiors have seen the way that you always creep up whenever I’m on a mission, and they decided that you needed to be eliminated. But I say fuck them and whatever the hell it is that they want me to do.”

“Missions?” Harry repeated. “Why—”

“It’s complicated,” Natasha said. “I… I’m trying my best to fix things throughout the world, to right injustices that have yet to be dealt with. It isn’t always easy, or right, but I’m trying. This… tonight with you might very well be my first step towards a better life. One in which I’m not below another’s boot. I want to choose things for myself for once, and I choose you.”

Harry was struck dumb. “What do you even mean by that?”

“Come on,” Natasha smirked at him. “Even you can’t be this oblivious.”

Harry’s stunted silence obviously confirmed that he was. After a moment, Natasha rolled her eyes at him.

“I can’t believe I have to make the first move,” she said just before she leaned in and kissed him.

Harry stood shocked in place as Natasha’s soft lips molded against his. All of his worries faded from his mind as her sweet taste reached him.

“Shit,” Natasha muttered as she pulled away from him.

“Sorry,” Harry said instinctively.

Natasha laughed at him. “Quit apologising. I just noticed something.”

“The men that’ve been staring at you for the past couple of minutes?” Harry asked playfully. “The ones that you said you’d be able to handle alone.”

“Maybe we can handle them together,” Natasha replied teasingly. “Let me get their attention, and then you can deal with them.”

Harry nodded crisply, like he was inducted into the military and expected to follow orders explicitly. It was surprising that he so easily fell into a role expected for him when he was doing his best to ignore what the politicians expected from him, but it felt right this time.

Natasha separated from him easily within the crowd upon this busy road. She melded into the crowd and nearly escaped from his sight were it not for those bulky men following her path. Harry manoeuvred through everyone, following closely behind those gentlemen who were trailing Natasha.

It astounded Harry as to how natural Natasha managed to move through everyone. Her body twisted and turned perfectly to avoid anyone she was moving past. The men who were following her failed to achieve anything near as elegant. They brushed past everyone, drawing up a number of frustrated complaints. Their eyes never left Natasha, giving Harry the perfect opportunity to follow closely behind them.

Both men had dark hair, so Harry took out the right one first. He was near an empty alleyway, and when he separated from his ally, Harry struck him with a subtle Stunning Spell to knock him unconscious. Harry managed to catch the man before he hit the ground and dragged him into the alley, masking him as a mere drunk before he ducked back out into the road.

The other man looked concerned now that he could no longer find his friend. Harry ignored his curious gaze and moved smoothly through the crowd as Natasha had. He couldn’t see her anymore, but he trusted that she’d escaped somewhere better.

His eyes kept scanning back and forth, searching for Natasha, but he didn’t see her anywhere. The only clue he had to follow was the one burly man who was still following her trail. He seemed to be struggling just as much as Harry to keep sight of her.

There!

A flash of red hair dipping into the alley next to some fancy hotel caught Harry’s eye, but he wasn’t alone in noticing that. The burly man swiftly cut through the crowd, ignoring the cries of protest as he pushed people aside.

Harry moved more deftly, trying his best to not make a scene as he hurried after Natasha. The man reached the alleyway before him and quickly disappeared from sight behind some skip bins. By the time Harry had gotten behind them too, Natasha already had the man knocked flat on his front.

“That should do it,” Natasha smiled as she gave the man a gentle kick to make sure that he truly was unconscious.

“Why the hell were these guys after you?” Harry asked.

“They’re supposed to keep track of me while I work,” Natasha sighed. “Honestly, I think they just keep them around to make my job even harder than it already is. They aren’t the most inconspicuous bunch.”

No, they really weren’t.

“Are they going to be any trouble when they wake up?”

“If they’re stupid enough to tell our bosses that they got knocked out on the job, then they’ll be out of said job faster than they can blink,” Natasha told him. “They won’t risk their paychecks.”

“So then, what do we do now?” Harry asked her.

“Well,” Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. “There is a hotel right here.”

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Ten Minutes Later

Harry had barely stepped past the threshold into their luxurious hotel room when Natasha slammed the door closed and dropped to her knees in front of him. She unbuttoned his trousers and had them and his underwear around his ankles before he could even blink.

“God, I just knew that you’d have a big cock,” Natasha purred as she pressed her face against his crotch.

Harry’s cock leapt with excitement and slapped itself across her face. She nuzzled herself against him, planting sloppy, wet kisses wherever her lips could reach. He could barely believe how into this she was getting.

A low moan left his lips as Natasha lovingly took the tip of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Her lips encircled him perfectly, stroking his shaft as she started to bob her head. She clearly had no problem taking him deep into her mouth despite his size, and even the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat didn’t stun her like it had with the few other women he’d been with in his life.

Harry grabbed Natasha’s head in his hands, letting his fingers slide smoothly through her beautiful red hair. Her eyes flicked up in amusement at him as she teased the underside of his cock with her tongue, swishing it back and forth.

The tightness of her throat when she first took him that deep left him gasping.

“Fuck,” Harry exclaimed, instinctively pulling Natasha’s head closer to him.

She let him pull her forward until there was nowhere else for her to go. Her nose was pressed firmly against his crotch and his balls were against her chin, but she didn’t gag even once. She had perfect control over her breathing, and Harry was left amazed. This wasn’t just a good blowjob; this was the best one he’d ever had!

When Harry let his grip on her relax again, Natasha went right back to bobbing her head back and forth, slurping up all of the saliva that was pooling in her mouth as she worshipped his cock. She was able to swallow his entire cock straight from the tip in less than a second and would already be pulling back to do it all over again.

Despite how wet her mouth was, this wasn’t a sloppy blowjob by any means. Natasha didn’t let any excess saliva drip down her chin; she swallowed whenever too much collected in her mouth. Her makeup didn’t run, nor did she lose control over her perfect pace at all. This was sheer professional perfection.

There was no way that anyone, even him, could last long when a woman as attractive as Natasha was sucking their cock like this. He could feel the pressure building up rapidly, the need to cum making his knees go weak.

“I’m close,” Harry warned her, but Natasha didn’t slow down at all. She kept sucking him like the pro she was, and when Harry’s cock gave an incredible shudder the moment before he exploded, she pulled herself all the way back so that just the tip of his cock was still inside of her mouth and grabbed onto his shaft with both of her hands. Natasha pumped him again and again as Harry came in her mouth, filling it with his seed.

Harry swore that he was about to pass out from the pleasure of it all. He forced himself to suck in a deep breath as Natasha stroked out the last few droplets of cum and then released his cock from her mouth. Without prompting, she opened her mouth wide to show him all of cum swimming around her tongue. Then, she drank it down in one single gulp.

“You’re fucking incredible,” Harry said in disbelief.

“I’d like to think so,” Natasha replied arrogantly, but she had every right to. She stood up and stared down at his cock. “Seems like you’re not slowing down in the slightest.”

He was just as hard as he’d been when they first walked into their hotel room. He never had a problem going more than once in a row, and he certainly didn’t want to waste a single moment with Natasha that wasn’t filled with pleasure.

“Not for you,” he told her.

“Good,” Natasha grinned at him. “I like my men with a bit of stamina.”

Jealousy flared up within Harry even though he knew he had no right to it. After all, it wasn’t as though he hadn’t been with other women before, but he wasn’t the one bringing it up in the middle of a sexual encounter with Natasha.

Suddenly, the teasing look in her eyes made so much more sense to him. She wanted him to be jealous! To take her and fuck her until she became his.

“I’ll fuck the memory of all of them right out of you,” Harry said gruffly as he drew his wand. He gave the slightest twist and then both his and Natasha’s clothes vanished off of their bodies.

There was no time to drink in her beauty, but the still image of Natasha’s bare form burnt itself into his mind regardless. He could see her every perfect curve; those perky, full breasts; her wide hips; and her flat belly that led down towards her hairless slit. She was perfection incarnate, and she was all his.

Harry shoved Natasha back roughly until the two of them tumbled onto the bed. He hoisted her legs up into the air and bent them at her knees so that her creamy, soaking-wet pussy was on perfect display for him. Natasha gasped at his rough act, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He lined up his saliva-coated cock with her entrance and pushed forward in one powerful thrust.

The tightness of her walls nearly drove him to curse as he sank all the way inside of her pussy. Natasha let out a wild moan as Harry readjusted his position into a perfect mating press. He was going to fuck her into this bed with every ounce of power he had.

“Don’t cum too quickly,” Harry told her, almost tauntingly, as he started to move inside of her again.

“Speak for yourself,” Natasha laughed as she grabbed onto his head and pulled him in for a kiss.

Harry slammed so hard into her that the bed rattled beneath them. It was hard to go as fast as he wanted to while their lips were locked together, but Harry made his best effort. This was some of the most aggressive sex he’d ever had before, and he wasn’t going to be satisfied with any half measures. He pounded his way to the deepest corners of her pussy again and again as her walls massaged his length perfectly, trying to squeeze out another dose of cum.

For all of Natasha’s earlier composure, getting fucked by Harry’s thick cock was quickly making her come undone. Harry figured that he was going to be the one to break off the kiss, but it was Natasha’s illustrious moan that did it for them. He really ought to have put up a Silencing Charm around their room. Oh well, the guests next door could enjoy the sounds of their fucking.

“You’re so fucking deep in me!” Natasha cried out in pleasure. “Fuck! Your cock is gonna break me in two!”

Her walls clamped down hard around his cock as she came. It was intense enough that Harry had to still inside of her. His cock twitched wildly each time her walls pulsed around him, and he just stared down at Natasha’s pleasure filled face with undisguised hunger. She looked too beautiful cumming around his cock.

When Natasha’s orgasm had subsided, she hadn’t even had the chance to try to catch her breath before Harry went right back to fucking her.

“Harry!” She howled out his name as she grabbed for him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and nipped at her skin as he hammered into her pussy. His pace was relentless, knowing that it was exactly what she needed right now.

Every thrust brought Harry closer to his second orgasm, and it was the idea of cumming inside of her that really excited him. There was nothing hotter than pumping a beautiful woman full of cum and leaving her completely satisfied. It was a base, animalistic desire that felt so good to fulfil. The thought of it drove him to pick up the pace of his thrusts faster and faster, leaving a noticeable dent in the mattress beneath her arse. The frame of the bed rattled against the wall noisily, but Natasha’s moans and grunts were louder.

“I’m close,” he warned her again. “D—”

“Please fill me up!” Natasha whined loudly, grabbing his arse and preventing him from pulling out of her pussy. “I fucking need this! Don’t stop! Shoot out every last drop inside of my tight, slutty pussy! Please! Cum inside me! CUM!”

Harry bottomed out inside of Natasha’s pussy and unleashed a torrent of cum straight into her womb. Rope after rope of his thick seed filled her, leaving the two of them groaning in mutual satisfaction. Again, Harry nearly passed out from the pleasure of it all, but it was that exact pleasure, the need to experience every second of it, that kept him conscious. He drank in the sensation of her walls pulsing around him, milking his cock for everything he had until he was done.

“Fuck me,” Harry groaned as he pulled out of Natasha’s pussy. Breathlessly, she let her body relax and stretch out on the bed as his cum began to dribble out of her pussy and down the curve of her arse.

“Give me five minutes and I’ll get right on that,” Natasha panted, grasping her perky breast as her chest rose and fell.

Harry chuckled and dropped himself onto the bed next to her. “You know, it might not be long before those guys out there wake up and start looking for you again.”

“They won’t think to look in the hotel right next to where I ditched them,” Natasha replied. “Besides, I’m nowhere close to being done with you yet.”

This was going to be a long night.