Coffee Date

A/N: Really not sure about this one, but I think it works after some re-writes. Feedback appreciated.

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Ch 8 - Coffee Date

14:15 Friday

Natasha Romanoff made herself comfortable in her rooftop perch, fixing both her binoculars and long range listening device on the couple sitting huddled together in the corner of the Night Owl Café.

The LRLD was just a backup. She’d placed two separate bugs in Jean’s clothing and another in her purse.

The relatively young but veteran field agent had rolled her eyes when Mr Anderson introduced Jean to his sister, who was one of the baristas. “C’mon dude. A little bit early to meet the family, don’t you think?”

She pushed the fleeting thought that it would be pretty nice to be the one down there instead of Jean far, far down into the dark recesses of her mind, without acknowledging it.

The couple had gotten their unnecessarily complicated beverages of choice, and nestled themselves in at a corner table, and were now making exceedingly awkward small talk.

“I’m glad you were able to meet me so early. I’d have thought your work at the hospital would have kept you quite busy.”

Natasha chuckled. Poor kid. He had no idea what he was getting into. She firmly ignored that he was only a year younger than herself, and looked even hotter than he had at the hospital.

To Natasha’s surprise, Jean blushed slightly, ducking her head in embarrassment.

“O-oh, well, I’ve… Pulled some night shifts, so I had today off.”

Honestly, she could hardly believe that Jean hadn’t noticed even one of the bugs on her person. It seemed she still had a lot to learn during her planned tenure at SHIELD.

“Your sister seems nice.”

Natasha rolled her eyes again. Yes, your date’s sister. Incredible topic for romance.

“She’s great. She’s the one who brought me clothes at the hospital, but she’s been pulling a lot of shifts here to pay for college.” He chuckled slightly, “So I missed out on the worried little sister treatment when I woke up.”

Natasha felt mildly insulted. Nobody had ever complained about waking up to her, as far as she could recall. Well, aside from a handful of knocked-out terrorists, waking up in interrogation rooms. But those didn't count, and her bedside manner was great, thank you very much. She had the concerned and understanding act down pat.

They went on like that for a while, stumbling around in the dating pool like infatuated teenagers. It was cute, really, but Natasha doubted it was going anywhere. Jean had those two hunks waiting for her at home, after all. His voice was nice though, easy to listen to. Easy to trust.

But then something sort of… Shifted.

There’d been a short pause in their conversation, just a little too long to be entirely comfortable. But they didn’t look uncomfortable, they seemed to just be staring at each other intently as they sipped their drinks.

“Oh, she is?” Jack Anderson said, out of the blue, seemingly amused. Who was what? There was no context. “That’s perfect. Please excuse me for a minute.”

But the guy didn’t stand up to leave, or go to the bathroom, or something. He kept staring into Jean’s eyes, placing his hand on top of hers on the table.

“I want you and only you to listen to me very carefully until I snap my fingers, Natasha Romanoff.”

Oh. Oh, that… That was not good.

How exactly did Anderson know her name? And why was he talking to her? With alarm bells going off in her head, Natasha shifted uncomfortably in her perch, eyes scanning for any threats approaching, but was careful not to redirect the LRLD, or switch the channel on her earpiece.

She had to keep listening… Didn’t she? This was a stake out, and that’s what you did at stake outs. Even if things were going a bit off the rails…

Oh, god damn it. It clicked far later than it should have. Jean’s telepathy.

They’d been holding two conversations at once, that’s why it’d been so stilted.

But that still didn’t make any sense. She couldn’t figure out why the telepath would blow her cover. Both of their covers. Even if she knew about the bugs, she could’ve just told Natasha to back off, and said that she wanted to go on her little date without the extra supervision.

There was a god damn monitoring team here anyway. If she shifted her binoculars a little to the left, Natasha would have eyes on their van sitting around the corner of the building right now. The strangeness niggled at her, and slowly, Nat reached for her earbuds. Maybe she should stop listening, and -

“There’s nothing to worry about. You want to listen to me, too. You like listening to me, don’t you? It’s very soothing and calming. It makes you feel so good. I have the sort of voice that makes you want to obey, don’t I? And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

The unease and racing thoughts calmed. Her hand settled back down. Natasha had to concede, he was right about that. It was a good voice, easy to listen to. Easy to obey.

Not that she would, of course, but it would be easy to see why someone might. Someone who wasn’t an experienced agent like her. Someone who maybe was off-duty and wanted to have some fun.

Natasha squirmed a little, and pushed that thought down with the others in the dark recesses of her brain. Not helpful. Even if listening to him definitely was… Pleasant.

“It’s okay. You can relax with me. You have nothing to worry about. I’m very trustworthy, aren’t I?” Natasha nodded absently, then shook her head when she noticed it. Even if he was, that was no reason to -

“So that makes it very easy to relax. And that means you don’t have to feel any inhibitions either. It’s perfectly alright that you’re starting to get very aroused right now, thinking about being my good, obedient girl.”

Natasha squirmed again, clenching her thighs together. Why was this dude so… God damned right, all the time? She was supposed to be on covert surveillance. A personal curiosity, to be fair. Nothing too serious. But she didn’t have time for -

”It’s no concern at all that you’re starting to imagine yourself submitting to me. Starting to fantasize about letting go, letting every other thought float away - out of your head - and crawling on your knees between my legs. Staring up at me while you service my cock submissively. It would feel so good to be used, wouldn’t it?”

Natasha moaned involuntarily. She could picture that very clearly. She shouldn’t, obviously. She definitely wasn’t. But it was a nice picture. Would be a nice picture, if she actually was imagining it.

Natasha resolved herself to get some R&R soon, and -

“That mental image feels very right, doesn’t it?”

“Mhm.”

“You would be on your knees and sucking my cock the moment I told you to, because good girls like you don’t question my orders, do they? It makes your wet little pussy clench in anticipation for me.”

Fuck. Her panties were absolutely soaking. She might actually do it, too. She wasn’t one to give up her control easily, but it would be… So, so nice, wouldn’t it?

It was just lucky that she wasn’t actually down there with him. Natasha didn’t know if she’d have been able to control herself.

“Now you’re nice and obedient for me, aren’t you?” He chuckled, and that sent a shiver down her spine, biting her lip, nodding. “And you wouldn’t be like this for just anyone. It’s because you trust and respect me so deeply. Doesn’t that make sense?”

It made almost too much sense. But the alarm bells in her mind had long since died down.

“It’s because you want to submit to my authority. Nobody else quite deserves your loyalty, like I do, do they? Not just any man could just bend you over and fuck you whenever they wanted to. But I could. You’d take my cock, happily, whenever I wanted to shove it inside of you. Even right now. You’d love to be my obedient, compliant fucktoy. Wouldn’t you?”

She couldn’t suppress a needy moan. God, her brain was starting to feel fuzzy. Natasha didn’t think she’d ever been this horny before. It was intoxicating. She was already absentmindedly fantasizing about how she could sneak into his bedroom at night, wake him up with her mouth and -

She shuddered, biting her lip again. “Mmmh.”

“Someone like that, Natasha, someone who you trust and respect and obey so easily - like me - they’re a person worth cherishing, aren’t they? You'd want to protect me, above all else. Even from SHIELD. Perhaps especially from SHIELD. But you’re such a good, obedient girl for me. You wouldn’t want to do something that might be against my wishes.”

Breathing heavily, Natasha Romanoff furrowed her brows, trying hard to prod her arousal-laden brain into action. Something was off about that, wasn’t it?

But she couldn’t quite put her finger on what.

“So we’re going to need to have to talk in person first, isn’t that right? Pack up your gear and come meet me in the parking lot.”

An audible snap of the fingers carried over the line, while Jack made the corresponding gesture down in the café. It was the last thing she saw before she put the caps on her binoculars, and tucked them away in her belt again.

Natasha mulled over what had felt so strange about the situation as she dismounted the LRLD and packed it away in the carrying case. It was… Why would Jack Anderson need to be protected from SHIELD?

Natasha had to concede, if it came down to a choice between the two… Well, she shouldn’t think about that. She was loyal to SHIELD, of course. As long as they were doing the right thing.

She couldn’t figure out why someone like Jack could feasibly need to be protected from them. But he’d been right about pretty much everything else, so it bore some consideration. I guess he does seem a little too well informed…

“Sorry that took so long. I let my imagination run away from me for a little bit.” Jack spoke again.

“I, um, yes… I - I heard.”

Natasha chuckled as she slung the pack over her shoulder and dropped down to a lower, adjacent rooftop. Poor girl, Jean sounded almost hornier than she was.

“Ah… How exactly?”

She hadn’t heard Jack flustered before. It was pretty cute.

“I - well - I was monitoring Natasha, and…” The blush was somehow audible.

“You heard me through her?”

“Y-yes. It was, um… Quite an experience. I think… I think I understand what you did, a little bit. I have a good idea. Something about the soundwaves seems to disrupt the electromagnetics of the brain, enough to cause it to actually rewrite how it operates. Or attempt to. I’m not sure how it can be so precise, so surgical.”

Natasha’s eyebrows rose in sudden realization, but she didn’t stop moving. A Master-classed ability, like Jean’s own telepathy. She wondered why nothing like that had been in the bloodwork report. If she remembered correctly, Jack was only supposed to be classified Brute 3, regenerative with a minor strength enhancement.

Not everything could be spotted in the bloodwork, of course, but there were usually at least some markers, hinting at other abilities… Well. Jean was the one that did the bloodwork. Not that it mattered.

It’s not like Jack Anderson was a threat to anyone. Except hopefully my poor neglected pussy. Natasha stifled a groan as she started descending the building’s fire escape. She’d see him soon enough, she just had to wait a little bit longer.

She imagined, idly, that he’d bend her over the hood of his car and just take her right there in the parking lot. Fuck, that would be hot.

“That’s… Very informative, Jean. Thank you. How are you feeling now?” His tone was even again, perhaps a touch amused.

“I… Well, I feel like I should be packing up my gear, even though I didn’t bring any. And -” It sounded like the frustrated groan that Natasha had just stifled escaped through Jean instead. “- and a lot of other things.”

“Hmm. You can relax, you don’t need to pack up your gear, Jean.”

“Thank you.” The telepath said in relief, “Do I need to meet you out in the parking lot, or could I just walk with you there?”

Natasha could hear the smile in Jack’s voice. It made her inexplicably happy.

“You can walk with me, no need to worry about that.”

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14:40 Friday

Natasha and Jean were both slumped together in the back of the old Ford while Jack drove them back to his apartment. They were both gasping for air and covered in a sheen of sweat.

God, I came so fucking hard I’ve soaked right through my shorts.

Jean giggled beside her, speaking softly. “Don’t worry. I think he likes us messy.”

“What was that?” Natasha whispered back. It was strangely familiar, yet she couldn't place it.

Jack had just told them to swallow two sprays each from a bottle of… Something. It smelled delicious.

It immediately made Natasha cum her brains out.

“Something… Amazing.” Jean breathed dreamily, absently rubbing her sex through her slacks.

“I know that. But what?”

“Hmm… We’ll find out soon.”

“You don’t know?” Natasha said, surprised.

Omega-level telepaths didn’t just not know things. They knew whatever the fuck they wanted to know, if anyone in the vicinity had the answer floating around in their brain.

“Mhm. Hard to read him. But we’ll find out. I can tell that much.”

“Are you two enjoying yourself back there?” Jack asked, an audible smirk to his tone.

God, just his voice makes me fucking quiver.

Me too.

Get out of my head, Jean.

“Yes, Sir.” Natasha breathed, pressing every ounce of seductiveness she could into those two syllables.

“Immensely.” Jean added laconically.

“Good. I like it when my good girls get along. You’re bisexuals, by the way. And you’ve always had a thing for other redheaded women, haven’t you?”

Natasha noticed that they bit their lips in near unison. Jean was pretty damn hot.

The appreciation is mutual.

Maybe you could learn to just say things out loud, though.

“You’re very attracted to each other. But most of all, you’re excited by the idea of being used - and being owned - by the same man. I bet you can barely contain your arousal at the idea. Can you?”

“Nnnngh - no, S-sir, oh fuck -” Natasha groaned, clamping her thighs around her hand as she came again. She realized Jean was in much the same position, and at some point they had clasped their free hands together, clinging to each other through their climaxes.

Panting, they shuffled closer, and their lips crashed against one another in a **** kiss.

“Mmmh -”

God, we’re almost there. Once we taste him we’ll be nothing but property. Two eager little fucktoys for him to breed at his whim.

I - Natasha suddenly felt worried, could feel a panic slowly rising - wait, does he want that? Did you read that from him? I - I can’t! I’m not - they took my -

She choked back a sob, suddenly overwhelmed by the idea that she couldn’t serve her owner like she was meant to. The notion of not pleasing him was immensely distressing.

Oh, honey, I’m so sorry - Jean kissed her again, cupping her face tenderly in the midst of all that passion and emotion, understanding what she meant more deeply than any non-telepath could. Jack won’t mind - you trust him, don’t you?

That helped, somewhat. The panic receded. I just… Don’t want to disappoint him.

I understand. But you won’t.

The Ford took two final turns and came to a stop, their soon-to-be owner looking back at them in concern, as if sensing the distress. “Are you okay back there?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” Natasha knew she didn’t sound entirely convincing, but it wasn’t a lie, not really. She was going to be okay. Jean was right.

“We’ll discuss this later.” Jack said, after a brief pause, his eyes boring into hers. He opened the door, and slid smoothly out of the car, shutting it before opening hers. “For now, let’s get you lovely ladies inside.”

Natasha refused to sniffle. But she accepted his hand gratefully and stumbled out of the car into a hungry kiss that made her moan and tremble.

It was everything she could have hoped for. Even down to the way he took immediate possession of her ass cheeks, kneading them with his strong hands. She shuddered gratefully, clutching at his shirt as she mewled into his mouth.

“God, you two look so hot together.” Jean moaned, her words hot against Natasha’s ear. She felt soft breasts press into her back as the telepath joined the embrace, and their soon-to-be owner switched his attention to her.

Natasha couldn’t suppress a groan of disappointment, which felt immediately childish. But while Jean whimpered under his attention, Natasha heard the by-now familiar whisper in her head.

Don’t worry, I think he likes us needy, too.

That was a damn stroke of luck, because Natasha couldn’t remember ever needing anything more. She was practically drooling already as she stroked Jack’s cock through his jeans. It was huge. Massive. He was going to fucking break her with that cock.

Oh god, yes, he’ll break both of us. Jean’s voice whispered in her mind, radiating arousal.

They both shuddered at the idea.

“While I could happily kiss you ladies all night, I think that’s enough foreplay. Let’s get you upstairs.”

They each clung to him instinctively, green and blue eyes meeting with a warm smile as Jack’s hands on their rear-ends steered them up the stairs.

A thought suddenly struck Natasha’s lust-addled mind out of the blue, making her pale slightly. “Wait, what about the monitoring team?”

Jean laughed, “A bit late for that. But they are already very understanding.”

It felt like it took forever to get to the fourth floor. The anticipation was enough to make Natasha feel shaky with need. But then they were there, and being ushered inside.

“Kneel.” He said, right there in the hall, and they’d both dropped to their knees without even a moment’s contemplation. A shared shudder rolled through their bodies. It felt so good to obey.

God, that’s so hot.

We’re already his playthings, this is just a formality.

Natasha reached for their owner’s belt eagerly, but paused nervously when he cleared his throat. He looked down at each of them with a half-smile. Natasha could imagine what they looked like. His two redheaded sluts staring up at him in desperation.

“You’ve been wanting this for so long, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” In unison, with yearning.

“It would be appropriate to beg. I’m taking on a lot of responsibility, after all. Breaking in two willful sluts like you, and training you to please me. Do you really want me to own you? Mind, body and soul?”

“Yes, Sir.” With the aid of Jean’s telepathy, they were synchronized, biting their lips as they nodded meekly. “Please tame us horny little fucksluts, and enslave us to your huge cock.”

Oh, he liked that, his perfect member twitching visibly.

“Go ahead, then.”

They worked well together, despite their eagerness and shaking hands, Jean undoing the belt while Natasha unzipped him and as soon as Jean popped open the button, Natasha pulled down his jeans and boxers in one go.

Ooooh, fuuuuck -

It really was perfect. The musk hit them and triggered a minor orgasm in both as they leaned in, panting breathlessly to share a kiss around his cockhead.

“Nnnngh! - mmmpgh - mnpgh -”

Their owner rested his hands on their heads encouragingly, holding them in place as their entire bodies shuddered, cumming powerfully this time, their greedy tongues dancing against each other to lap up every minor droplet of precum. It was a perfect ceremony, a culmination of their greatest dreams.

Their eyes blinked open again to stare up at him worshipfully.

He was a god among men.

Without any hesitation Jean licked and kissed her way down the side of his enormous length until she could suck greedily on his heavy nutsack. Natasha opened her plump lips wide to envelop their owner’s thick manhood, feeling her mind become completely fogged over by arousal as she sucked on him greedily.

Any thought of competition, if it had ever existed, was gone. Only the worshipful act of pleasing him remained. Natasha’s eyes began to tear up as she choked and gagged herself on her Master’s cock, but she kept them open and affixed firmly up at him in adoration, her hands resting demurely in her lap.

This was her purpose now.

Our purpose.

Just when Natasha thought she might not be able to take it any longer, that she would have to close her eyes to shed the tears welling up, they moved together seamlessly, Natasha pulling her thick lips up the length of his glorious cock and leaving it with a parting kiss. She licked her way down the side, while Jean did the reverse.

With a wanton moan, Natasha came on her fingers, finally tasting her owner’s balls. She glanced up blearily to see Jean taking a hold of his ass for leverage, gagging herself sloppily as she shuddered through her own orgasm, her other hand buried between her shaking thighs.

Jack grunted his approval. “Fuck. Get your tits out, sluts. I want to mark you.”

They tore away their tops and bras hurriedly, heedless of any minor and fleeting discomfort, not even pausing in their worship.

“Good girls.”

It was like a jolt of electricity passing through them, made of pure unadulterated pleasure and his approval.

Watching their owner grasp his thick manhood and stroke it through his orgasm just enhanced the pleasure, an voyeuristic view of the ultimate male form. He grunted again, and the first immense stream of his seed filled up their mouths and poured down their chins to paint their breasts. Natasha sat back, gasping as the waves of climax poured through them, pressing their faces and breasts together to make an inviting target.

It was ecstasy. It was heaven.

Over and over their needy pussies clamped on nothing, hoping to soon be filled, hips bucking involuntarily as puddles of arousal and satisfaction grew beneath them. The pleasure rolled through them in waves as further thick ropes of his seed painted their bodies.

When it was done, Natasha could barely open her eyes, although she badly wanted to stare at her owner’s cock for as long as she was allowed. Her entire face was painted with his hot, sticky cum. She felt both exhausted and energized, elated and utterly drained. Jean leaned against her, the both of them clutching each other for support, feeling…

So right. At home. Where they belonged.

They began kissing without any need for prompting, moaning into each other's mouths. Licking each other clean, almost instinctively, following the deep urge to lap up every ounce of cum he'd given them.