Natasha had always been a picture of strength—her muscular arms, broad shoulders, and defined physique radiated power. You couldn’t help but be obsessed with every inch of her.

Being her girlfriend, cuddling with her became your favorite pastime, mostly because it meant you got to admire and enjoy her muscles up close.

One evening, as you both lounged on the couch, Natasha had her arm around you, her bicep resting against your head. You couldn’t resist leaning down to press your lips against it, leaving soft kisses that turned into playful nibbles. “What are you doing, detka?” Natasha asked with a laugh, raising an eyebrow but making no effort to move away.

“I’m appreciating you.” you said, biting gently on the curve of her arm again. “Do you know how perfect your muscles are? They’re huge, Nat!”

Natasha chuckled and shifted slightly so she could pull you closer, wrapping her strong arms around your small frame. The size difference between the two of you made her muscles seem even more prominent, and you felt completely enveloped in her warmth and strength.

“You’re obsessed,” she teased, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Natasha smirked, lacing her fingers with yours. “That makes it perfect for holding you, isn’t?”