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-!”

You were currently in the middle of getting dressed when a knock came at your door. You had literally no shame (and why should you, really?), so you called whoever was on the other side of your door to come in.

Natasha walked in, fully intending on getting your (undoubtedly half-assed) mission report, from your shared mission two weeks ago. When she stumbled- Natasha Romanoff actually stumbled. And all because her eyes were glued onto you shirtless form.

"Hey, Nat, what's up?"

Her mouth was dry. Oh! And her jaw was near to the floor too. Your words flying over her head.

"Hey, Nat?" You waved your hands in front of her face.

Natasha snapped from her daze, blinking rapidly, coughing, before she licked her, lips trying to get more moisture in her mouth or any at all.

"Hi," Natasha husked.

"Hi," you smiled. You knew exactly what you were doing to her if her eyes still wandering your torso had anything to to with it. Which it did.

"I, umm... I came for the. The, uh. The..." she was losing her footing quite badly.

You smirked at what you could reduce one if not the deadliest assassins in the world to. And that was a blubbering mess.

"Yes, Nat?"

"I, umm... I can't keep this poor excuse for a conversation going if you don't put a shirt on."

"Why?" You smirked drawing closer to her, "Turn you on?"

And that's all you needed for Natasha's composure to snap, and she was suddenly panting, with lust clouding her eyes. The red of her cheeks both from embarrassment and the desire she had been fighting off, tooth and nail.

Within no time at all, you had the red-head below you, withering and begging you like a bitch in heat. The mission report long pushed out of Natasha's mind, it only washing further and further away, with every grind of your hips, into her desperate core.

You were both soon undressed. And you were shocked, to say the least when you heard Natasha begging for you to fuck her.

'Please, Y/N. Give it to me!' And 'Fuck! I need it so bad!'

But your favourite interaction of the night, was undoubtedly when you replied to her begging with:

"Yeah, you want it, baby? Have you been a good girl for me?"

Natasha shook her head, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"No..." she whined, "I've been a bad, bad girl."

Natasha had been a little shit all fucking day.

Teasing the hell out of you.

And not in the 'I'm adorable' cute way.

In the, 'I'm gonna motherfucking embarrass you in front of out team mates, because I think it's fun' way.

You could have throttled her, by the second hour.

And you promised yourself you would give her a reason to apologise the moment you two were alone.

You were in the common room, and everyone but you and Natasha had slowly trickled out.

This was your chance.

The team would be gone for a while, all off doing their own thing.

So that left you, making out with Natasha up against the back of one of the couches.

But there was always that niggiling thought in the back of your head, that you were in the common room. The one you shared with your team.

And that anyone could walk in.

So you pulled away from the horny as hell Natasha.

Intending to continue this in your shared bedroom.

Natasha knew what you were doing, and what was running through your mind.

So she called you a pussy.

And in traditional Y/N manner, you replied with.

"I'll make you eat those words."

And so she did.

The worries you once had before, now thrown through the window.

As you sat on a chair, your legs spread, with Natasha on her knees between them, absolutely going to town on you.

Once you were spent.

Your fifth orgasm rolling through you.