Neighbours
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Words: 445
Warnings: Facesitting, screaming, swearing, mention of murder.
Request: Nah.
Summary: You. Need. To. Move.
A/N: I’m still learning how to write smut, so idk how good this is.
18+ ONLY.
She was screaming.
Like actually ‘she’s-getting-murdered-in-there’ screaming.
You were so proud of yourself, while at the same time dreading the many complaints from the neighbours tomorrow. You just hoped none of them called the cops... again. Man. That was an awkward conversation.
“Shh, shh, shh.” You tried to hold back the cocky smile on your face, as you pulled away from Natasha, to look up at her. “You gotta keep it down, remember?”
“Yeah. Yeah,” Natasha stuttered breathlessly. Hips still rocking above you.
You pressed a kiss to each of her thighs.
“I know. I’ll try to- oh my, God! FUCK!” Natasha began, before that is, you dived back into her dripping centre. Lapping at all that was there.
If you hadn't of, oh so rudely, interrupted her. She would have finished her sentence, and said, ‘I know. I’ll try to be quieter’. But instead, screams continued to pour out of her.
However, as Natasha would say, in her defence. If she couldn't finish her sentence. It didn’t count.
You plunged your tongue deep into her core. Making Natasha cry out louder.
Christ. She was so worked up.
“What’s gotten into you, baby? Why so loud today?”
Natasha gasped and panted, trying to regain enough sense to be able to speak, more than the sounds of pleasure coming from her, as you left kitten licks all over her pussy.
“I’ve been thinking of you all day. How much I missed you. How good you make me come. How I wished it was you teasing me all day, instead of myself,” she panted out.
At Natasha’s last confession, you scraped your teeth lightly over her core.
Natasha moaned out in pleasure, thighs tightening around your head, and her hands gripped tightly in your hair, as she rocked against your licking mouth, chasing her high.
“God, Y/N. Don’t stop.”
‘I’m not going too’ you mumbled into her, the vibrations making her legs shake, almost as hard as the vibrator you used on her not too long ago.
With one last deafening cry, Natasha tipped her head back and came into your mouth. You drank her all down, as she panted above you.
“Fuck,” Natasha whispered, flopping down beside you on the bed.
“That good?”
“Yeah.” Natasha nodded. “You didn’t get that from how loud I was?”
You laughed.
“The neighbours are gonna be on our asses tomorrow.”
“Yeah?” Natasha asked, looking over at you. Pushing herself up, and travelling down your body, as she said, “Well, if they’re already gonna complain. No harm, in doing this then is there?”
“Natasha,” you chuckled, “Baby if you're tired, you don’t have too- Oh, fu-!”
Yeah. You had to move.