#phoenix masterlist

“Was it that bad ?” He questioned, voice taking on a hint of empathy.

“It was okay,” you shrugged, lying through your teeth.

After the catastrophic evening you’d spent, the last thing you wanted was to expose to your coworkers just how bad and plainly sad your romantic and sex life had gotten over the past few years.

Jake let out a chuckle as he sinked a striped ball over by the pool table, “weren’t you supposed to spend the night at his place as well ? Poor guy must have not even know the clit existed for you to be here with us instead of getting laid.”

“Don’t be gross, Hangman.” Bradley scolded, watching him sink yet another ball.

“Not gross, just facts. So, what happened ?” Jake pressed.

Shifting on your feet, you debated on how to deliver the news. You definitely couldn’t say Jake was right, even if he were, admitting out loud such a thing was not a smart move, it never was with him. Alas, your short silence seemed enough for Jake to grip on and roll with.

“See ?” One outstretched hand pointed out to you, “listen, sweetheart, you know my generosity knows no bounds. My door is always open if you need a real man to show you a good time.”

You were about to retort something in hopes of shutting him up for good when—

“Please keep that door fucking closed and locked, for all of our sakes.” Natasha said behind you, seemingly coming back from the toilet. She looked at you quizzically when she spotted you, eyes raking up and down your dressed up form, “what are you doing here ?”

“Her date sucked ass,” Mickey answered for you.

Natasha made a sympathetic moue that didn’t even bother to hide how fake it was.

“I mean I don’t want to say I told you so but…”

“So don’t.” You pleaded, already embarrassed enough.

“He did seem a bit selfish in bed.”

Javy scoffed, “that’s not something you can see.”

“Sorry, Coyote, but it absolutely is,” Natasha doubled down., pickup up her beer and taking a sip, “your best friend is a prime example of it.” She pointed to Jake.

“Hey, what the fuck ?” Jake took offense, straightening back up from taking a shot,“I’m a very generous and selfless lover,” he stated, one hand covering his heart as if he was swearing and living by those words, “that’s why I was so very kindly offering my services to Viper over here.”

Natasha’s lips briefly curled in disgust before quickly stretching out in a smirk as she looked at you.

“Or you know, if you ever want to have a real good time, you could always finally shoot your shot with women.” She teasingly slurred, snaking a playful hand around your waist.

You swatted her hand away with a chuckle and tried to ignore the way your heartbeat had unreasonably picked up.

“Yeah, maybe one day,” you joked, hoping nobody would notice the strange strain in your voice.

“Well, you know who to call when that day comes,” she winked at you, grabbing a pool cue and leaning on the table, giving you an unintentional — or was it ? — view of her cleavage.

And no matter how loud you screamed in your head at your eyes not to go there, your gaze still inevitably landed on the swell of her breasts. How pretty they looked and sat against the fabric of her fitted tank top. You could even make out the faint outline of her nipples poking through when she straightened back up after sinking a ball, and you immediately averted your gaze.

“Phoenix, you have to stop believing you can turn every straight girl gay, it’s doing awful things to your ego,” Jake said, taking his turn leaning over the pool table.

“Excuse me, you’re the one talking about ego ?” She snickered.

“To be fair, remember that one girl you flirted with when we docked in Cannes during deployment two years ago ? She came out as a lesbian right after.” Mickey remarked.

Natasha pointed to him, visibly delighted by his intervention, “thank you Fanboy, for backing up that I am simply stating facts.”

Jake scoffed, shaking his head, but you barely heard any words that came out of his mouth after that.

Natasha was a lesbian.

It was known, widely. It wasn’t something she hid or made a big deal about. She never felt the need to outright and explicitly spell it out to people, mostly because she thought she quite looked the part but also because she didn’t like the fact that most people seemed to think it was something that needed to be announced, straight people didn’t need to proclaim their sexuality, so why should she ?

Still, if Natasha thought her attraction to women was quite obvious, it still felt like a shock to you when three years prior to this, when you had just been admitted as the newest member of their already well knitted squad, she had casually mentioned an ex.

“Oh my god, my ex used to do this all the time ! She was stuck on the idea that—“

Your brain had immediately latched on to one single word, and you never knew such a short assemblage of letters was enough to somehow rewire your entire world view.

‘She’.

You had felt something in your chest then, like your heart contracting uncomfortably in your rib cage, and you didn’t like the feeling of it if you were honest. You hadn’t liked it at all.

But you forced yourself to show none of it, because what even was this reaction ? You didn’t want Natasha to think you were uncomfortable, or worse, somehow disgusted by her casual admission. You had plenty of friends who were themselves attracted to women, whether they were bisexual, lesbian, pansexual… so what the actual fuck was going on with you ?

You simply nodded as she continued to tell her story, hoping she wouldn’t notice the absolute turmoil of emotion her words had caused within you. Eventually, you had gained the courage to engage the subject, if only to show her that you were totally cool with it and that whatever weird reaction you might have let slip had nothing to do with who she was.

“So,” you started and immediately cleared your throat when your voice came out strangely croaky, “are you also into men or just women ?” You asked, opting for casualness but completely failing as your voice ever so slightly wavered on the word ‘women’.

Thankfully, Natasha didn’t seem to notice the unusual and strange behaviour you were exhibiting.

“Oh no just women, thank God for that,” she chuckled, “you ?”

She hadn’t meant anything by it, truly, she was simply returning the question, one she personally deemed harmless. But it sill landed on you as a shock — the second of the night you had realised uneasily — and it made your heart skip a beat as you replied what was the undeniable truth, your undeniable truth.

“Oh I’m straight.”

That day Natasha had simply hummed, quickly moving on to other matters and you had been so, so thankful for that.

The years following, you and her had grown to be close friends, and who wouldn’t ? Being the only two women pilot in an elite Naval Aviation squad was bound to strengthen the ties. Never again had you felt this weird sensation of contraction in your chest whenever Natasha mentioned her sexuality or the women she’d been with, and you were glad, because it meant it had been a fluke. Just a weird, inexplicable, and one time thing kind of body reaction. You had both even fallen into the depth of friendship where you’d pretend flirt with each other, making the rest of the guys very confused about which way you swung.

“I’m straight,” you assured them almost on a weekly basis.

“Then why the fuck do you act gay as fuck with Phoenix ?” Jake would interject, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s very hot to watch,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you and you made a gagging sound, “but you ought to admit it’s a little weird.”

“Oh my god, Hangman, it’s just for fun ! Don’t ruin it, please,” Natasha would defend you.

Before Jake could get another word in, Mickey would chime in.

“Yeah, it’s just something people do, I pretend I’m gay with Payback when we go out.”

“Yeah but that’s because It’s you and you are fucking weird, Fanboy, nothing about you surprises me anymore.”

Natasha would often jokingly — half jokingly ?— tell you to try women, that unless you actually had sex with one, how could you know for sure you didn’t like it ? One time you had retorted that she should try men then, just to be sure. She had casually replied that she had actually hooked up with a man once, and concluded it wasn’t for her. That had shut you up quickly.

Jake’s voice rising in volume got you out of your thoughts.

“That’s bullshit, having sex for six hours in a row is physically impossible. What, you actually think I would believe this ?”

Natasha let out a laugh, “that’s true Hangman, I don’t know what you want me to tell you. You know, women don’t really need a refractory period, so as long as you both want it, you can just keep going.”

Jake simply scoffed for what felt like the millionth time tonight, and Natasha saw the perfect opportunity to push harder. She walked up to him, her cue stick still in hand and rubbed his shoulder, as if comforting him while her face took on an empathetic expression.

“It’s okay, buddy, I know that if you men last longer than ten minutes it’s a time to put in the records books.”

Jake simply looked at her, and she seemed absolutely delighted to notice he didn’t have an answer ready and loaded like he usually did.

“And you guys always think penetration is the main event when it’s not even in the top three things you can do in bed,” she pressed on.

“And how would you know ?” Jake questioned once he had finally gotten his voice back, clearly offended his dick wasn’t considered the centerpiece of sex.

She didn’t even dignify him with a response, simply choosing to maintain his daring gaze with a smirk and a raised brow, “you have so much to learn of this world, Bagman.” She finally said in a condescending tone.

Natasha carelessly handed off her cue stick to Javy and made a beeline for you, “now let’s get you drunk, gorgeous, you need to forget about tonight.”

You couldn’t have agreed more.

The drinks kept magically appearing in your hands, you weren’t sure exactly who was refilling them with such efficiency but you were happy that with every sip you took, the memory of your disastrous date was slowly leaving your brain, drowning in the alcohol you were rapidly swallowing.

The night passed in a blur. The only clear things you could make out was Natasha’s voice in your ear, whispering things you couldn’t quite understand but that still made you giggle uncontrollably, her hands gripping your forearm when she laughed or squeezing your waist as she walked behind you… You weren’t sure anymore if it was her closeness or the alcohol making you feel so warm.

When she drove you home, you found yourself feeling disappointed the night was ending. She helped you out of the car, helped you inside your building and accompanied you all the way to your apartment door on the sixth floor.

“Thanks, Nat,” you slurred, exhaustion and alcohol weakening your speech as she was opening your door with your keys, she had stayed perfectly sober to keep an eye on you.

“No problem, sweetheart.”

A swarm of butterflies seemed to take off as violently as Super Honerts in your stomach at the nickname. Natasha was the type of person to regularly use pet names and terms of endearments for her close friends. You had always liked it, it always made you feel strangely warm inside, all gooey like. It made you feel special.

“Thank God we have the day off tomorrow huh ?” She chuckled, careful to not speak too loudly in the quiet hallway.

“Yep.”

Helping you inside, she took you to your bedroom, made you sat on your bed. She kneeled down in front of you and carefully started to take off the pretty heels you had chosen to wear. The visual made your head spin even more than the intoxicating amount of alcohol you had consumed.

“Are you gonna be okay ?” She asked, voice so gentle you wanted to live in its embrace forever.

You simply nodded lazily and extended your arms to her still kneeling form. Natasha smiled fondly and instantly indulged you, rising up to wrap your her arms around you.

Her smell immediately engulfed you entirely, something sweet and airy that reminded you of the beach on a bright and early spring morning. You could also faintly make out the sweaty and alcohol dripped scent of the Hard Deck from her spending all night at the bar. But instead of putting you off like it probably should have, you found yourself taking what you hoped was a discreet whiff. The combination of fragrance went straight to your brain, putting it into this strange and overly relaxed state, similar to when the alcohol had first started entering your body a few hours ago.

The feeling of her breasts pressing against yours made goosebumps rise up along your arms. She felt so soft. Unconsciously, or perhaps very much intentionally, you squeezed her harder, in a little perverted aim to feel more of her.

“Goodnight, baby.” She almost purred when she pulled away, nearly making you whine out in disappointment, but the pet name quickly acted as a soothing balm over your wound.

“Goodnight.”

You watched her exit your bedroom and keenly listened to her steps throughout your apartment, you listened as the door opened and finally closed behind her, leaving you all alone.

Your bedroom felt cold now, without Natasha’s presence to warm up the space like she usually did. Plopping down on the bed with a huff, you found it surprising that Morpheus hadn’t yet taken you into his warm embrace. Instead of the much needed coma inducing sleep you were expecting, flashes of Natasha took your mind hostage — or was it really a hostage situation if you didn’t mind it ?

You had always admired Natasha, that was a given, how could you not ? She was the literal and ethereal definition of a strong, independent woman, the kind every little girl looked up to and aspired to be.

Though sometimes you had to admit you acted in very strange ways around her, usually, you tried hard to not dwell too much on it because otherwise you would over analyze and pick your mind apart over every little interaction you’ve ever had.

You thought about the first time you had shared the women’s communal shower with her. Being in the military, it wasn’t new for you to shower with other women, it was the norm. Something you had to forcibly start doing when entering the Naval Academy. Anxious at first, to so casually expose your naked body to any possible judgmental stares, the feeling had progressively disappeared over the years, when you realised that nobody cared. You were all women, aware of what bodies looked like, so really you had learned there was nothing to be scared or shy about. You had even found it to be a quite relaxing moment, away from the overwhelming majority of men that flew within the US Navy.

But relaxation was thrown out the window the first time Natasha had casually undressed herself in front of you, mid conversation, to go wash herself under the warm jets. She’d been talking to you about some apparent crazy stunt Jake had pulled — once again, she had insisted on that fact — during training. But Jake wasn’t really on your mind at the moment, your brain was being sent into overdrive by the sheer vision of her.

Almost as if on autopilot, you undressed as well and followed her in the communal shower, where she was rising off under a jet while continuing to complain about your fellow squad mate. Your eyes kept quickly flicking over to her, in an irrepressible urge, a need to see more of her.

Natasha stood next to you, apparently completely oblivious to your inner crisis happening just a few centimeters away from her. Her eyes were closed as she let the warm water cascade down her body and relax her muscles. Her breasts sat prettily on her chest and your stomach churned at the sight of her perky nipples.

“I don’t even know how he has all these women at his feet, I mean I can understand that he’s hot, I don’t really see it but I can admit it, but as soon as he opens his stupid mouth they should be running away…”

Natasha’s eyes were closed as she kept on talking. She wetted her long black, letting her hands run comfortably down her body and you nearly let out a very embarrassing and inexplicable sound when her fingers ever so slightly brushed her breasts and caught on her erect nipples.

You felt as if liquid lava had been poured inside your lower stomach, your whole entire skin was burning and it certainly wasn’t because of the lukewarm water from the base’s showers. Your gaze continued to travel down on its own, feeling as though you didn’t really have control over where your eyes wanted to roam, stare so intense, as if intent on trying to graze her with a look. You followed the curve of her sternum, down to the faint outlines of her abs, her hips…

Your breath imperceptibly hitched when your eyes landed on the space between her legs. Her pubis was covered in short, jet black pubic hair that were neatly trimmed, and when you felt some weird and down right depraved disappointment when you realised the folds of her pussy were hidden by her thighs, your head snapped away, shame and guilt eating away at your insides and replacing the enjoyable, and leg weakening feeling of warmth the acute observation of Natasha had given you.

What the actual fuck were you doing ?

That day, you hadn’t stop thinking about that weird episode in the shower.

Over the years, despite the guilt and the perversion of it all, you hadn’t ever stopped looking at Natasha. Prying eyes raking over her frame every time you thought she wasn’t looking. Whether in the shower, on the tarmac in her flight suit, or at the Hard Deck when she was wearing those low neckline tank tops that pushed her breasts together and made, ever so subtly, apparent the outline of her nipples. It was a habit you found hard to shake, but to made it easier on your conscience you had reduced it to envy. Envy, and perhaps a little healthy jealousy you would say.

Natasha was gorgeous, truly. From the refined traits of her delicate face to the well sculpted and taken care of muscles of her body, there wasn’t an inch of her that wasn’t beautiful. So yeah, if you looked a little too long at her naked breasts in the shower, it was because you envied her, wished yours would be as pretty and sit as nicely as hers. And if you happened to catch an unconventionally extensive look at her lips, it was because they looked good, so soft… Her hands, delicate but strong at the same time, looked like they were well designed to… to hold a control stick…?

And if sometimes, very rarely, you wondered how her perfect tits would feel in your hands, well, you had simply decided it was nobody’s business. Strangely enough, you had also decided it was none of yours either.

When your drunk brain, whether still drunk from the alcohol or now drunk from these thoughts about your squad mate you weren’t sure, finally let you go to sleep, it was a restless one. Filled with images of her.

Waking up was rough, to say the least. Your head was pounding, and an immediate wave of dizziness hit you as soon as you tried to sit up.

Yeah, you were never doing this again. Or… well, at least not until the next time you’d hook up with a guy and it ended up making you miserable instead of relaxed and euphoric like good sex was supposed to make you feel.

Flopping back down on your pillow, careful not to worsen your headache, a loud knock on your door startled you.

“Oh my fucking god,” you groaned into your sheets, seriously debating on getting up to go get the door.

You were fully ready to go back to sleep when the person knocked again, louder this time.

“Open up, bitch, I’ve got breakfast.” Natasha’s voice traveled all the way to your bedroom.

Weirdly, the sound of her was apparently enough to make you forget about your dizziness as you got up and hastily made your way to the door, heart beating perhaps a bit too loud as it should have been simply greeting a friend.

Opening up the door, you were met with Natasha’s dazzling smile. Her hair was up and she was wearing another one of her goddamn tank top, and you didn’t know if it was a curse or a blessing for you that she loved wearing them so much. She was holding up a paper bag from which came a heavenly smell, one that was slowly waking up your upset stomach from the alcohol. Before you could even say anything, Natasha made her way inside, walking right past you, gifting you with a quick whiff of her sweet smell.

She put the paper bag on your small coffee table and went straight for the cabinets in your kitchen, getting out a pill of ibuprofen and filling up a glass of water before making her way back to you and handing both items to you.

“Drink this.”

Chuckling at her authoritative tone, you took the pill and the glass, “yes, ma’am.”

Taking a sip, you missed the way Natasha’s eyes seemed to ever so slightly glaze over, suppressing a smile by poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue. What you did notice though, was the way it had felt to call her that, way too good. Jesus, the military really had messed you up, you thought.

You also missed the way a teasing glint went alight in her gaze as she watched you diligently swallow the ibuprofen pill.

“Good girl,” she purred, walking past you, giving your waist a playful squeeze on the way as she started to set up breakfast in your living room.

You forced yourself to chuckle out loud, trying to sound amused and not like those two casual words had rewritten your entire DNA. A huge flush hit your entire body, making you feel way too hot all of a sudden, weird, Californian heatwaves weren’t supposed to hit yet at this time of year…

Hyper aware of everything happening in your body, the way your clothes sticked uncomfortably to your skin, the way your heart hadn’t slow down its frenetic rhythm ever since you had opened the door, the way the place between your legs kept getting warmer and warmer…

You finally joined her over with the awkward and confusing sensation of your panties sticking to your progressively wet folds. Yeah, you were really craving a good fuck, that was all. Your brain was overwhelmed with horniness, not thinking straight, which surely explained all these strange feelings… right ?

You plopped down on your couch next to her as she immediately handed you a plate full of pancakes, your mouth watered and your heart swelled at the sight.

“You’re the best.”

‘I love you’ was on the tip of your tongue, something you had told her casually numerous times. She was your friend, friends loved each other, so why did it feel so awkward to say it now ?

“I know,” she simply replied with a smile, biting a piece of pancake off her fork.

Conversation flowed easily after that, thank God. You were back in your usually rhythm, a familiar one that brought a pleasant warm to your chest.

You were complaining about how Cyclone had been on your ass lately when the sounds coming from the tv, turned on for some background noise, stopped you short.

The two main characters of some shady tv show were getting it on, and that was putting it lightly to say they were full fucking like wild rabbits on the HD screen of your TV.

Natasha made a disgusted noise, prompted simply by the view of heterosexual inter course, you laughed before letting out a big sigh.

“I really, really need to get properly laid. Nat, I’m so fucking horny all the time, it’s becoming a seriously urgent issue.”

She simply looked at you for a moment, an unreadable expression flashing in her eyes.

“Shit, maybe I’ll actually end up taking Hangman’s offer if this keeps going like that.”

That seemed to wake her up.

“Yeah, hell no. You’re not doing that.”

“Well I might need to at one point you know, I physically cannot keep going on like that. It’s actually becoming damaging to my mental wellbeing.”

She paused, putting her pancake plate away on the coffee table.

“If you really wanted to get laid properly, you could always try women.”

“Nat…”

“Hey, it doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to. I’m just saying, any woman could take way better care of you than fucking Hangman. You just have to have an open mind.”

Her dark eyes were boring into yours, not letting you escape her stare and you felt yourself squirm under her prying gaze.

“Does ‘any woman’ include you ?” You asked chuckling, the joking tone you used leaving a bitter taste in your mouth for a second.

A smirk stretched Natasha’s lips as she snaked a flirty hand onto your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

“You know it does, gorgeous.”

You almost jerked your thigh away from her touch from how much the casual contact ignited such a strong fire in your lower stomach. She was sitting so close to you, her thumb rubbing small circles on your clothed skin, she smelled so good, and fuck her nipples were peaking through that goddamn tank top again…

You flicked from her eyes to her lips without anything you could do to prevent it, like her mouth was a magnet, attracting you with the force of physics you simply could not resist. Natasha’s smirk widened, raising a small, inquisitive brow.

“Sweetheart,” she tried to grab your attention, voice as soft as a murmur, “is there something you wanna ask me ?”

Your chest was heaving with each breath you took, it felt as if your whole skin was burning as your eyes went back up to her eyes. Something warm bloomed in your lower stomach at the way she was looking at you, her hand slid higher on your leg, her fingers brushing your inner thigh and getting dangerously close to the space between you legs that was now almost painfully throbbing in your panties. Her question barely registered in your mind, the word ‘sweetheart’ had taken hostage all your cognitive abilities.

“Baby ?” She gently prompted, an amused smile replacing her self assured smirk, “I asked you something.”

Oh fuck.

All doubts, deep rooted denial and inhibitions went out the window. Your brain was clouded by a pleasurable fog, one that went by the name of Natasha.

A very embarrassing sound escaped you without anything you could do about it, like a little pathetic wine, a desperate call for her to get closer. Natasha bit her lip, eyes becoming progressively more half lidded. She squeezed your tender flesh.

“That’s a very pretty sound, sweetheart.” She cooed, the praise seeping into your mind, melting you from the inside out, “but I need words. Can you do that for me ? Tell me what you want ?”

Her hand was becoming more daring along your thigh but her body remained a respectful distance away from yours, it made you ache, it felt unbearable, wrong even for her to be for far away from you.

“I want you,” you managed to speak up in a breath, voice strained and pleading, “I want you so bad, Nat, please.”

Natasha’s cheeks took on the prettiest flush, “I always knew you’d beg so pretty, sweetheart.” Her hand left your thigh to settle on your waist while the other cupped your cheek, “do you want me to kiss you ?”

You nodded eagerly, not sure you could handle another second of her lips not being on yours, but she tsked softly.

“Use your words like a good girl, mmh ? I need to hear you say it, gorgeous.”

“Fuck,” you whined out, dizzy with sheer desire, you probably would have been embarrassed if the only thought plaguing your mind at the moment wasn’t her tongue deep down in your throat, “I want you to kiss me so fucking bad, Nat, please don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Awww, baby,” she cooed in a faux sympathetic tone, “don’t worry, I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

Natasha finally leaned in and her lips collided with yours with a gentleness that contrasted greatly with the fire igniting your insides. The contact seemed to unlock a floodgate of sensation within you and a small moan escaped from the back of your throat, one that undeniably testified to just how much you loved this. Her tongue gently probed at the entrance of your mouth, as if asking for permission, and you easily gave it to her, opening up your lips to let her in. Natasha’s tongue met yours and you could faintly taste the maple syrup she lathered her pancakes in only minutes prior. She lightly sucked on your tongue and you didn’t even know it was possible but somehow you felt the sensation explode deep within your lower stomach. Natasha pulled away and you hadn’t even realized you were running out of breath, too eager to taste more of her. She looked nothing short of heavenly. A few strands of hair had escaped her bun, her face was flushed with the most beautiful shade of red you had ever been given the chance to see, her lips were shiny with both of your spit and ever so slightly swollen.

“How did that feel ?” She asked, eyes flicking between your mouth and your eyes.

Words couldn’t have possibly described what that had felt like. Unable to find your voice, you leaned in again, almost lurching at her and your mouth met hers a bit more forcefully than intended. You felt her lips stretch out into a coy smile into the kiss and that only fueled the desire burning in your veins. She hummed against you, the sound resonating within you and now making you hyper aware of all the slick accumulating in your panties.

“Fuck, I love how eager you are,” she whispered against your lips, mouth never leaving yours.

In one swift movement, Natasha swung one of her leg across both of yours and suddenly, she was on top of you, her weight sitting down on your lap. Your breath hitched into the kiss, a mix of surprise and sheer horniness. You felt as if your internal temperature had just risen by a thousand degrees. Her weight pressing down on you felt nothing short of perfect, and you felt another string of slick get helplessly pushed out of you at the knowledge that the only thing separating her pussy from yours were a few mere items of clothing.

Having her on top of you felt feverish. For a second you were weirdly brought back to the first time you had ever watched porn, your brain waking up to something entirely new, maybe a little bit scary and yet so enticing and exciting you couldn’t look away, your sense awakening for the first time. It wasn’t your first time now, but it sure felt like it was. Even the briefest of Natasha’s touch was enough to have you moan louder than the jackhammering of the guy you had hooked up with the night before.

“You can touch me you know,” she whispered in your ear, licking your lobe and lightly biting down on it, sending a shiver down your spine.

It was only then that you realized your arms had been uselessly sticking to your sides, like touching her was something out of a dream and not something you were actually allowed to do. When Natasha pulled away, she seemed to decipher the conflict, the hesitation in your eyes. She smiled softly and quickly pecked your lips before taking your hands in hers, and oh so slowly guiding them to the hem of her tank top, slipping right underneath.

Her skin was warm, burning even, and it felt good knowing that maybe you were affecting her even just a third of the way she was affecting you. You watched, mesmerized, as the bumps that your pair of hands made underneath the fabric traveled up her stomach, which dipped at the brush of your fingertips. How fucking cute, you thought. Her ribs and… your eyes widened when it finally clicked into your slowed down horny brain where the final destination was. Natasha let out an amused chuckled above you as her hands snaked down to hold your wrist and guide your hand to the one place you had been in denial about obsessing over for the past three years.

A desperate moan left your lips as soon as your hands made contact with her breasts, they felt divine and fit perfectly into your palms, like they were fucking made for you, your brain supplied.

“Yeah,” Natasha encouraged you, voice just a tiny bit lower, clouded by lust, “always knew you were a boobs girl.” Her sentence ended in a pleasured hum when you squeeze her tender flesh.

“What do you mean ?” You asked breathily, her words somehow registering into your mind.

Her smirk widened, pupils dilated as she looked down at you.

“What ? You seriously thought I wouldn’t notice you sneaking peeks at my tits ?” She leaned in, stealing kisses off you as she spoke, “you’re not exactly discreet, baby. I didn’t even liked these tank tops that much until I noticed that you very much loved them.”

A fleeting embarrassment made its way through the fog clouding your brain, “you have amazing boobs, Nat,” you whined, as if that explained every perverted look you had stole of her.

She made a low, appreciative sound in her throat.

“It’s okay, no need to be shy now, sweetheart. They’re all yours,” she encouraged you, arching a little into your touch.

This last sentence shouldn’t have made you shiver as much as it did. You squeezed them a little tighter, loving the weight on your palms. You let out a choked out moan when your thumbs rubbed over her nipples and you couldn’t believe you were feeling this as strongly as if she were the one touching you.

“Fuck,” she breathed out, “keep doing that.”

“You like that ?” You asked, voice shaky and betraying your sheer need to please her.

She hummed as her hips began to slowly grind against yours. The sensation sent a spark of electricity through you as you continued to grope and massage her breasts, your thumbs circling her perky nipples. When you got enough confidence to try and be a bit daring, you slightly pulled on her erect buds, perhaps a bit more forcefully than intended. You were about to apologize but the moan Natasha let out shut you up.

God, What a beautiful sound. One that only sunk you deeper into your daze, with one thought screaming at the forefront of your mind : please her, make her feel good.

Natasha’s hips sped up a bit, shamelessly rutting her clothed pussy against yours and you didn’t even dare to imagine the state of your panties at the moment. You watched, mesmerized, as her eyes closed, focusing on the sensation, one of her hands met yours through the fabric of her tank top, urging you to squeeze harder.

A sudden urge took a hold of you and the words were out of your mouth almost as soon as your mind had thought them.

“Can I take it off ?”

She pretended to think it over for a painfully long, agonizing second.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” she purred before grabbing the hem of her tank top, looking you in the eyes and oh so slowly pulling it off.

Her upper body slowly revealed itself to you, the fabric getting caught on her breasts and giving the slightest bounce when it finally passes over. In one final, swift movement, her top was off, thrown disregarded on your couch.

Natasha sat there, warm and soft above you with her naked breasts right in your face.

“Fuck, Nat, you’re beautiful,” you marveled with transcendent honesty, because there were simply no other words for it.

The tip of her ears visibly reddened and you found it so endearing that a person as confident as her could be flustered by such a simple, but so deeply true, compliment. Emboldened by her reaction, you leaned in, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along her collarbone. Natasha let out a shaky breath as her grinding resumed, you made your way down, letting your spit coat the swell of her breast. You licked at the valley between her breasts, the scent of her skin filling up your nostrils. God, you felt like a fucking dog in heat.

A moan vibrated in your throat when you finally closed your mouth around one of her nipples.

“Oh shit…” Natasha breathily moaned.

Your tongue swirled around her erect bud as your hand toyed with the other.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so good,” her hand came up behind your head to grab a fistful of your hair, gently holding you in place right where she wanted you.

Sucking on the bud one last time, you switched to her other breast. Your hands tracing down her body, landing on her ass, squeezing her cheeks appreciatively as you helped her grind herself on you. After making her whimper with a graze of your teeth you pulled back to look at her tits, nipples all puffy and swollen from your work and the visual made your pussy ache. No longer the pleasant tingling of being turned on but a true ache, an almost painful one at feeling so pent up and yet so untouched.

Natasha pulled you out of your admiration when she took your hand and guided it down her body, pushing past the waistband of her pants, past the waistband of her underwear and you gasped when your shaky fingers made contact with her core.

Fuck, she was wet. More than that, she was absolutely dripping. And you could feel the dizzying heat radiating off her pussy as your fingertips ghosted over her engorged folds.

“Let’s move to your bedroom, sweetheart,” she seductively whispered, akin to a siren luring you underwater, “there’s not enough space on this couch for what I want to do to you.”

She stood up from your lap, extended a hand out to you. You eagerly took it and almost tumbled to the ground trying to stand on weak knees and shaky legs.

“Careful, baby,” Natasha cooed, her hands grabbing you at the waist, keeping you steady on your feet.

You caught her lips in a sloppy kiss, finding that her mouth hadn’t touch yours in too long.

Stumbling through your apartment, you finally made it to your bedroom. Of course, Natasha had been there numerous times, but this time the context was so special that the vision of her in such an intimate part of your home made you swoon. Still making out, she blindly pushed you towards your bed, your hand coming up to take out her raven hair from her bun. Pulling away, you admired the way her hair framed her face and fell upon her naked breasts as Natasha gently pushed you onto the soft sheets.

Immediately pulling her with you, she landed on top of you with a giggle, and your mouth immediately latched on to one of her nipples again. The sound of her laugh melted into a moan at the contact of your wet, hot mouth.

“Baby, fuck. Sucking my tits so good…”

“Nat,” you called out to her, letting her sensitive bud go, “can we…”

You hesitated on the words and how to articulate the desire and need that was throbbing under your skin. Your whole body was aching for her, in desperate need to feel her close, feel her right there.

“Yeah ?” She encouraged you, eyes dilated but kind and patient as they gazed down at you.

Taking a shaky breath, you tried, “can we do that thing lesbians do ?”

You immediately cringed as soon as the words left your mouth. For fuck’s sake, what even was that ?! That ‘thing lesbians do’ ? God, If Natasha wasn’t walking out on you right now it would be a miracle.

“Gorgeous, can you look at me ?” She gently asked and you hadn’t even realized you had closed your eyes in fear of her reaction.

Very slowly, you peeled your eyes open, immediately landing on her fond expression. A mix of amusement, lust and softness.

“That thing lesbians do,” she slowly repeated, pretending to think about it as you groaned out in embarrassment, “are you talking about tribbing, sweetheart ?”

You were, you absolutely were.

Funnily enough, Natasha had been the one to teach you about tribbing years ago, when you had subtly inquired about lesbian sex. You had been hung up on her words and explanations then and now there was nothing more you wished than to share that with her, be that close to her.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to say anything wise.

Natasha hummed, “yeah ? You wanna rub pussies, baby ? Want to feel my clit on yours, all wet and slippery ?”

“Yes,” you so quickly agreed, her words only deepening your desire to do it, “yes, yes please Nat.”

Begging came to you surprisingly quickly when Natasha was involved, you noticed, and you weren’t sure if it made you more ashamed or turned on.

She hummed again, “I guess that can be arranged,” she teasingly conceded, her head leaning in to place fleeting kisses on your jaw, nipping at your skin and immediately soothing it with her tongue.

Her lips made her way down your neck, and you whimpered when she sucked at a particularly sensitive spot.

“You sound so good, sweetheart,” she praised in the crook of your neck, “so responsive, moaning so sweetly for me.”

When her mouth arrived at the neckline of your t-shirt, she looked up, silently asking for your permission and you almost knocked into her from how fast you sat up to tear it off with shaky hands.

She watched with half lidded eyes as you lied back down on your pillow, waiting for her mouth to set alight your skin again. Her gaze fell upon your naked breasts, not for the first time — she did her own share of peeking in the showers — and she made an appreciative noise in her throat.

“Fuck, look at you, baby. You’re so beautiful,” she marveled, letting her hands scoop up your boobs, “nipples so fucking perky for me…”

“Fuck…” you breathed out when her warm mouth engulfed one of your nipples, the other enduring the pulling and pinching of her fingers.

You were pretty sure your pants were completely soaked through, and there was a part of you that genuinely thought you would actually die if Natasha didn’t make her way down south immediately.

Your hand made its way through her hair, grabbing a fistful of it and gently tugging, trying to ease the loving assault on your nipples that was only worsening the ache in your panties.

“Please can we do it now ? I need you so fucking bad,” you whined out.

Natasha pulled back, gently brushing some hair away from your face that had stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“I know you do, sweetheart.” She purred, letting her nails drag down your stomach, all the way to the waistband on your pants, “ but see you are so used to men going straight to the point, you don’t know what it’s like to take your time,” she spoke, now toying with your zipper as you pathetically whined out again, your hips pushing towards her on their own, she chuckled, “I promise you won’t be complaining in a minute, sweet girl.”

She slowly took off your pants, and were met with the sight of your soaked through panties, clinging to your wet core.

“Oh baby,” she cooed, a hand coming up to pull on one of her nipple, as if to release some tension, “look at you,” she traced a finger down your clothed slit and you violently shuddered.

You made a helpless noise as Natasha continued to probe and poke at your covered core, making more slick leak out of you.

You yelped when she suddenly brought her face to your burning core, her nose touching your clit through your panties as she inhaled, taking in the sweet scent of your arousal. This probably should have made you embarrassed, but you pressed yourself a little closer to her, loving the way she seemed to need you as desperately as you needed her.

“You smell so fucking good, sweetheart. Been dreaming about this for so long.” She groaned, voice a bit raspier than before and you swore you felt the vibration of it in your entire body.

You weren’t sure how this was possible but your legs were already shaking a little bit.

Natasha took off your panties, savoring the way the fabric tried to clung to your wet core. At the same time, she took her own pants and underwear off and you physically clenched in anticipation. Natasha must have seen the hope lighting up your eyes because she chuckled softly.

“Not yet, baby.”

Her hands rubbed your lower stomach before getting down, purposely avoiding your pussy to affectionately squeeze at your inner thighs.

“Just let me get to know this pretty pussy first, yeah ?”

You simply nodded, suddenly feeling the need to obey her every word, please her with your submission. And your heart fluttered at the same time as your empty walls when she smiled, visibly appreciative of your sweet behavior. She leaned in, stealing a gentle kiss from your lips.

“That’s it, Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

“Yes,” you dumbly agreed, voice a bit shaky from the sheer intensity of your arousal.

Natasha squeezed your thighs affectionately, letting her nails trace the shape of your cunt, not even touching your folds, just the outside of it, making your legs twitch from the tickling sensation.

The long awaited first contact made you jolt just before making you moan out embarrassingly loud for such a fleeting touch. Both her thumbs were working your outer lips, gently rubbing the engorged tissues up and down. Natasha scooped up some of the slick that was profusely leaking out of you to bring it back up your core, slathering your pussy with it, she took a second to admire you.

“Your pussy is so pretty baby, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, fuck.”

You saw one of her hands briefly rub in between her legs, as if the sight of you was too much to bear and she desperately needed some relief from it.

“Sweetheart,” she spoke in a breath, “I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

She had a little feral tone in her voice that pushed you deeper into the pleasurable daze you seemed to be in ever since her lips first kissed yours. You watched, legs open wide and leaning on your elbows, mesmerized, as she lowered herself, her back arching so beautifully, pushing up her hips and ass in the air. It strangely felt like an out of body experience, seeing her face purposefully get so close to the most intimate part of you. It was like seeing her get down on her knees for someone else and before some weird disappointment could hit you about realizing this might be all a dream, the sensation of her mouth on your cunt brought you right back within yourself.

Wet warmth immediately engulfed you, pleasure throbbing in your veins, just underneath your skin. And she hadn’t even aimed for your clit, no, not at all. Natasha was busing making out with your shiny folds, kissing your outer and inner lips, licking in between them, and really you didn’t even know you had nerves endings in those places.

“Nat…” you mewled, “that’s so good, so so good…” you slurred out, already drunk on the few crumbs of pleasure she had given you.

Her tongue explored every inch of your pussy, except your aching clit, that she made a clear point to avoid. You had thought about complaining, whining, begging, but despite your swollen bud feeling neglected, everything just felt so good you didn’t want to take the risk of her stopping.

“Yeah ? You like having your pussy ate by someone who actually knows what they’re doing ?”

“Yes, yes I do, fuck… oh fuck Nat !”

Her tongue had moved to focus on your entrance, not breaching past, but just toying with the overly sensitive tissue that adorned your hole. She was tracing circles, or… were these stars ? Hearts…? Didn’t matter, it felt like being the canvas of the most skilled painter of all time.

“You taste like fucking heaven, baby.” She spoke, wet lips brushing against you with every word.

“Do I ?” You questioned, half delirious, not conscious of the words leaving out your mouth.

She only smirked, her assault on your entrance stoping. Perched on your elbow, the carnal look in her eyes made you clench around nothing.

Wordlessly, she leaned down again, flattened her tongue and licked from the bottom of your hole, through your folds and finally, finally, reached your clit. She licked the underside with a pressure that made you see stars and continued to cover the top of it, the force of her tongue ever so slightly pulling your hood back. Your head fell on your pillows, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out a sound you didn’t know you were capable of making.

Natasha’s lips locked around your clit, sucking on it.

“Yeah, you do.” She confirmed.

She returned to her ministrations. Sucking on your bundle of nerves, giving it kitten licks, very gently letting her teeth graze it… you couldn’t guess what was coming each time and it was driving you wild.

Both your hands found refuge in her jet black hair. Your hips began to move on their own accord, rutting against Natasha’s face.

“Yeah, that’s it, gorgeous. Ride my face, does that feel good ?”

You made an affirmative noise mixed with a desperate moan.

Panting heavier, you could feel the coil in your lower stomach getting tighter and tighter with each pass of her tongue on your clit.

“Yeah ? You need anything baby ?” She questioned, mouth coming off you for a few seconds.

You suddenly realised that you had been calling out her name over and over again, in a desperate need for her to know just how good she was being to you. You wanted to explain it to her, tell her every little thing you were feeling with articulate words, but all that came out was—

“Natasha…”

Yet another drawn out moan of her name. But Natasha seemed delighted, thrilled.

“Yeah I know, sweetheart, I know. Your little pussy is feeling so fucking good right now, isn’t she ?”

Panting heavier, your legs actually began to shake around her head, slowly trying to close in as Natasha kept them firmly wide open.

“Wait— oh fuck, Nat, Nat— fuck I think I’m gonna cum—“

“Such a good girl, just relax and let go for me.”

Standing dangerously close to the edge, every fiber in your body was preparing for the intense crash of hormones, but you pulled on her hair, trying to get her off you.

“Nat, please wait.” You managed through labored breath.

She immediately let up. Her brown, lust dilated eyes immediately filled with worry as she inspected you, looking for any sign of distress on you.

“Shit, I’m sorry, are you okay ?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, it’s just— well I was about to cum.”

Her eyebrows frowned ever so slightly in confusion.

“That… kinda was the goal, sweetheart.” She said in a light chuckle.

“But I wanna do the tribbing thing,” you tried to reason with her.

“I know you do,” she says, voice slipping back into that syrupy, gentle register, “we’re gonna do it after, baby.”

It was your turn to frown now, and it seemed to clicked into Natasha’s mind.

“Do…” she carefully started, “do you think that cumming right now means that it’s over ?”

Even though she tried to be as neutral as possible, you sensed from her tone that what you were implying was stupid.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed, you stuttered, “I mean, uh— yeah ? Cumming is like, the end.” You cleared your throat, “and I wanna feel that with you, while we— um trib ? Is that the word ?”

Natasha’s whole expression seemed to melt.

“Oh, baby,” she cooed, empathy dripping from her voice.

Leaning in, she planted a sweet kiss on your cheek, letting her lips linger on your skin.

“You are so fucking sweet. My gorgeous angel, an orgasm is not the end, you don’t have to stop at one. Sex is about feeling good, and as long as you want to keep feeling good, we can keep going as long as we want.”

Her words seemed to open some sort of floodgates within you.

“Really ?”

“Yeah, you know what’s amazing about our bodies ? We don’t have a refractory period, we basically can have as many orgasms as we want.”

The realization settled upon you, and a big smile made its way onto your face with no way to stop it. You practically lurched at her, capturing her lips with yours.

“Please make me come,” you pleaded, vibrating with anticipation.

Natasha smirked, “you’re unreal, sweetheart.”

But she obliged, her mouth returning to your aching clit. It didn’t take long for her to bring you back to the edge, her tongue apparently having learnt over such a short time what exact spots made you cry out louder.

“I want you to soak my face baby,” she rasped against your swollen folds.

The sound of her voice vibrating against you, the feeling of her hair on your skin, the relentless assault of her tongue on your clit and the knowledge that it was Natasha in between your legs making you see stars and that you’d keep seeing many more in the next few hours, the mix of everything made the coil in your stomach snap, more violently than you had ever felt before.

Your legs immediately closed around her head, caging her in. But Natasha wasn’t at all complaining.

She worked you through your high, as she glanced up to watch the beautiful visual you were offering her. Your back arched, tits pushing out towards the ceiling, head thrown back, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open on a soundless moan, as if the air was somehow trapped.

It felt like as if your ears got plugged for a moment, only able to register white noise as waves and waves of pleasure continued to roll through you, and you were completely, but very happily, helpless against it.

After what felt like a forever bliss, you slowly opened your eyes, feeling like your soul was progressively getting back into your body. Your breath was coming in short and shaky, but God did you feel at ease. You didn’t recall your mattress being this comfortable, you wanted to sink down in it and never, ever get up.

The gentle pass of hands on your thighs made you look up, eyes landing on Natasha, her lips wet from your arousal stretched out into a smile of pure adoration. It made your heart swell and your arousal start up again.

Cupping her face your brought her up to you, slamming your lips against yours and she let out a surprised laugh into the kiss.

“Nat, that was… fuck I actually have no words,” you marveled, licking your lips, tasting yourself on her, feeling like letting loose after such an intense climax, “that felt so fucking good, I came so hard.”

“Yeah, you did. Came all over my face like the good girl you are,” she praised, getting some hair away from your sticky forehead.

Letting out a little giggle out of sheer need, you felt yourself get even wetter because of the pet name.

“Are you still up to do the tribbing thing ?” She teasingly used your previous words.

“Fuck yes.” You caught her lips in another kiss, apparently unable to stay too long without kissing her, “rub your pussy on mine, I need it so bad.”

For a second you looked at each other, both startled by your sudden boldness. Before you had the time to cringe or become self conscious, Natasha’s pleased groan hit your ears.

“Lay back down, baby,” she cooed, one hand on your chest gently pushing you down, “I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

Your hands came up to squeeze her breasts passionately, trying to let her know how much you loved the way she talked to you. Opening up your legs wide enough for her hips to slide in, you waited in burning anticipation for the one thing you had spent way too much time fantasizing about for a so called ‘straight girl’.

Both of your gazes were fixed on each other’s core, watching Natasha oh so slowly close the distance and finally, finally putting her wet pussy on yours.

“Fuck,” you exhaled shakily, eyes trained to where you were connected.

The first thing you registered was warmth, overwhelming warmth coming from her core. It was wet, so wet that you didn’t even know which one of your slick was staining the sheets.

“This pussy is so ready for me, sweetheart, so fucking wet.” She rasped as her hips began to move, little back and forth that made her clit buck up against yours.

The friction was… heavenly. Unlike anything you had ever felt before. The pleasure flowing through your veins was electric, and your eyes were desperate to roll to the back of your head but your determination to keep watching Natasha rut herself against your pussy was stronger.

The moans exiting her mouth were like the ones of an angel you thought, if heaven could make sound it would definitely be this one.

“Oh my god, Nat, your pussy feels so fucking good,” you cried out, reaching for her and intertwining your fingers together.

Her hips picked up the pace, the friction of your wet cores resonating loudly in your bedroom.

She had a faraway look in her lust blown eyes as her gaze oscillated between your face and the slight bounce of your boobs.

The way her engorged clit kept catching on yours was bringing you faster than ever before towards the edge, already sensitive from a first mind blowing orgasm.

“Sweetheart, do you know how long I have thought about this ?” She managed through a moan, still going steady on your dripping pussy, “everytime you came back from a shitty date, every time you peeked at my fucking boobs in the shower… fuck.”

Her hips stuttered as she seemed to rub a particularly sensitive spot of her clit with yours.

“Every single time I’ve thought about this, sweetheart. Hearing you moan my name so sweetly for me, finally show you,” she cursed lowly, sounding out of breath for a moment, “you’re not the perfectly straight girl you claim to be.”

Her whole rant was only fueling the pleasure boiling in your veins, it felt like losing your mind to the sweetest torture. You couldn’t respond with anything but a desperate moan. Firmly holding your hips down, she stopped her thrusting motion, switching for a circular one.

“Oh— oh fuck, keep doing that, that feels so good, oh my fucking god Nat !”

“I know,” she moaned back, “I know, I can feel your little clit getting all hard, baby, that’s so fucking hot.”

Your climax was approaching alarmingly fast, chest heaving violently as your whole body clenched in anticipation of the pleasure waves that would soon submerged you.

Her hips kept the same pace, same pressure, same motion that was making you lose your mind, and before you truly realised it, you didn’t just fell over the edge, you were thrown off of it.

Noises from all sort were falling out from your gaping mouth, hips twitching under Natasha’s.

She fucked you through it, never stopping her movements. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Let it all out, fuck, that’s it… shit…”

It was like white noise rigging in your ears and Natasha’s voice was the only thing coming through. When the most intense waves slowly calmed after what felt like ages, the first thing you registered was the sped up movement of Natasha’s hips, then came her moans, almost pornograohic in their high pitched melody.

Realizing she was desperately chasing her own climax, your hands found her ass, helping her rut against you while the beginning of overstimulation was sweetly creeping up on you. She looked so good, and you could feel her pussy getting slicker and slicker on top of yours, the heat coming from her close to feverish.

Natasha looked almost vulnerable, so pretty on top of you, finally chasing her pleasure after bringing you to yours twice. Your hands squeezed the flesh of her ass as the sight in front of you gave a new found confidence to your words.

“Keep going, Nat. You’re doing so great, you look so fucking good,” you praised breathlessly, watching her face scrunch up in bliss at the sound of your voice, “use my pussy to make yourself cum, rub that pretty clit on me.”

“Keep talking, baby,” she begged, eyes scrunched up tight, only the feeling of your pussy and sweet voice registering into her pleasure drunk brain, “please keep talking, don’t stop.”

And who were you to deny her ?

“I’m not stopping, baby, I swear. Keep fucking me, wanna feel you cum on me, Nat, wanna feel you leak all over me.”

Those words seemed to detonate something inside of her, her hips twitched before stopping completely, rendered absolutely helpless by the white hot pleasure slamming into her body.

“Y/N, shit !” She moaned out so beautifully.

You helped her ride her high, your hands on her ass helping her hips move as her pussy was sporadically clenching around nothing, gushing out slick on your own puffy folds. The sight was one you wanted to imprint into your mind just in case it was your only chance of seeing it.

It was only when she came back down that her eyes opened up, immediately landing on yours, her lips quirking up in a small, dazed smile. Catching her breath, she quickly looked down at where your cores were still connected and she let out a low, appreciative sound at the slick mess in between the two of you.

“Baby,” she rasped, coming down to affectionately nudge your nose with hers, “that was so fucking good. God, I wish I had my strap, want to see you cream around my cock so bad.”

The visual she painted in your brain was nothing short of sinful and absolutely delicious, and you whimpered in tired enthusiasm.

Lying down on top of you, she buried her face into the crook of your neck, rubbing your sweat slicked skin affectionately with her nose.

“How are you feeling, baby ?”

“Good, so good,” you slurred, still dazed from the intensity of your orgasm.

She hummed into your skin, and for a moment you both laid there, engulfed in each other’s warmth, basking in the comfortable silence. Then, a thought popped into your head, one you absolutely couldn’t suppress anymore and needed to voice out to Natasha.

“Am I a lesbian ?”

Natasha bursted out laughing.

“Hey,” you half jokingly reprimanded her, “it’s a serious question !”

She calmed down, only slightly. “Sorry,” she managed through her fit of giggles, “sorry, didn’t mean to laugh, sweetheart, it just caught me off guard.”

“So,” you promoted again, “am I a lesbian ?”

Natasha lifted her head, her eyes catching yours, a fond smile replacing her chuckling and a tender look in her eyes.

“I mean, you’re definitely not straight,” she gently teased, stealing a quick kiss off you, “but I can’t tell you if you’re a lesbian, baby, that’s for you to figure out.”

You hummed, deep in thought.

“I mean, I do like men.” You stated, matter of factly, you’ve had bad experiences, yes, but it didn’t mean you were any less attracted to them, whether unfortunately or not.

“You sure do,” she chuckled, visibly remembering how you never hid the way you oggled at Jake when he took his shirt off at the beach. “And by the way,” she added, “you don’t need to figure it out tonight, you can leave the thinking and introspection for tomorrow, we can just cuddle and watch a movie.”

Her words filled you with warmth, and while her patience and reassurance were making your heart swell, they were also making more slick escape from in between your legs.

“And…” you began, a small smirk pulling at your lips, “maybe after some of those cuddles, you could… teach me how to eat you out ? That seems so fun I really want to taste you,” you said, earnest as if you had just had sex for the very first time, feeling like those feelings were entirely new to you.

And, in a sense, they were. Saying you had felt this strongly about any guy would be a terrible lie.

She hummed, “yeah, we can do that.” Her hips slowly began to grind back into yours, and you weren’t sure if she was entirely conscious of the movement.

“And then,” you trailed off, struggling to keep making sense as the pleasure fog was slowly clouding your brain again, meeting you like a new friend you couldn’t wait to get familiar with, “then we could do the tribbing thing again ? And I could fuck you this time.”

She quirked a playful eyebrow at you. “Mmh ? You wanna fuck me, huh ? Wanna have me cry out your name under you, sweet thing ?” Her hips picked up the pace, swollen and puffy clit catching on yours.

Moaning out, you wanted to toy with her a little bit, get her a bit riled up in the hope of getting fucked harder.

“Yeah, then I’ll be able to vouch for you to Jake.”

She frowned, pulled aback by the mention of her squad mate in such an intimate moment.

“What ?”

“You know, that lesbians really do fuck all night.”

She bursted out laughing again, the sound a blessing to your ears, kissing you in the middle of of her laugher fit as you mirrored her, both of your breaths mingling.

And that was when you realised that being with Natasha like that didn’t feel new. It felt exciting, that was for sure, but not in an unfamiliar way. Strangely, it felt like something you’d known all your life, and were just now allowing to finally fully exist. And it hit you as she smiled at you, eyes full of adoration.

It felt like coming home.

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Author’s note : guys I genuinely don’t know how to feel about this fic. Let me tell you the smut was supposed to be way longer than that, like it was supposed to keep going but I’ve been writing this fic for too long and I genuinely couldn’t do it anymore😭😭 I’ve been stuck on it for weeks and I just couldn’t stay forever on it, so sorry I hope it’s still okay

Also I know there isn’t a lot of Natasha fans so I don’t know who this will reach but whoever it might be, I hope it was alright !

Thank you guys for reading this absolute mess !💞