Eating out Pairings | Natasha romanoff x f!reader Warnings | smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, clit play (sort of?), dirty talk Word count | 818 Summary | Nat can't get enough of the way your mouth feels, you can't get enough of how she tastes
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Your lips were soft, softer than Nat anticipated even though you'd been here, on your knees for her, more than a hundred times before. And yet, every time she felt the teasing caress of your smooth tongue through her folds she couldn't help but moan your name breathily.
"That's so good, baby, so good." You loved it when she was like this; all breathy and fucked-out, completely and utterly blissed out with the pleasure you'd inflicted. It gave you a high, a special sort of rush that you knew you could never recreate. Not without her, without this.
"You like that, don't you?" You smirked, all cocky and sure as your tongue delved deliciously into her.
"Yes!" Nat's cry gave you a buzz, one of motivation as you worked her over as best you could. You didn't feel the need to pin down her jerking hips, nor did you feel as if you should tell her to be quiet.
The feeling of her grinding up against you, riding your face only added to the high. And as for the noise...well, the avengers were well aware of your 'after hours activities'.
A hand, supple and small, curled in your hair and giving a little tug was liberating. You moaned into her, the tangy taste of Nat's arousal staining your tongue and tingling into a burn of pleasure alongside the sting of your scalp under her grip.
You loved this, loved her. You loved to be down on your knees - plush, soft carpet that Nat insisted Tony install refreshing under you - whilst you kissed every inch of pale, milky skin you could reach. Plump lips pluckered over spread thighs, teasing kisses and little nips on the redhead's hips.
Finally, they'd flutter over her lips - the lower ones - finding a soothing rhythm of sucking and tongue rolling over her sensitive and swollen clit.
You could feel your own grin as she whined - actually whined - the little bud clamped lightly between gentle teeth and pulling it out in a slow, tortuous drag before letting it spring back into place.
"Please." It was the word that just completed the rush for you, made your own pussy slick with want and need and lust for the squirming girl before you. It was a sound you craved to hear - Nat's pink lips formed and manipulated around the word in the most perfect of ways.
"'Please' what, princess? Do you want me to stop?" For emphasis, you pulled away completely, leaving her body cold at the lack of touch.
"No!" A whispered sound is countered back, hands grabbing for you as Nat wriggles on the bed, covers twisting and bunching around her hips.
"Oh? Does that mean you want to cum? Does my baby want me to make her cum?" Your voice was mocking, if not a little cruel as you pushed your lips into a pout, hands smoothing over her already-shaking thighs.
"Please, please make me cum." It wasn't often Nat begged; she liked being the one in control. But you'd managed to convince her today, just as you do every now and then, to relinquish her control and let you take care of her.
"Say my name. Moan it, scream it and I'll make you cum." You demanded your promise, lips curled deviously into a little, triumphant smirk when a whisper of your name fell from her lips. "Does it feel good in your mouth, baby? Do you like having my name on your tongue?"
She screamed it this time, so loud that you almost felt bad for Steve and Bucky - their enhanced hearing most definitely picking up on what you two were up to. But you couldn't find it to care as you leant in again, ready to ruin your girl.
When she came, it was loud, beautiful. Nat's lips were parted in that silent scream - the one that let you know she was seeing stars - whilst her legs shook and her hips bucked, chasing your mouth as you sat back to watch.
Your fingers trailed up her thighs, finding their way over her clit in little circles to help Nat ride out her orgasm. A plump lips is pulled between teeth, bitten and manipulated into a raw and swollen lump of flesh as your eyes watch her hungrily.
"That's it, just like that." Nat was coming back down to earth, your cooing voice grounding her as her chest heaved and her thighs twitched under your touch.
But your fingers were still on her clit, slow yet insistent as you hummed thoughtfully.
"I think I want you to do that again; maybe I can make you squirt this time."
