Nova Black is a 20 year old that was infected with a parasite. Nick Fury found out about her and called her in for the Avengers.
What happens when she meets Natasha Romanoff?
Will her past catch up with her?
Avengers: Assemble - ✅
Captain America: T...
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- "Fuck, you're good at that." -
(Smut warning; face sitting, praise kink, thigh riding, lots of hickeys and Nova has rings (just thought twas a warning))
"That is good luck." Nova whispered, referring to Natasha's comment about the walls.
Nova carefully grasped Natasha's jaw in her hand, pulling her lips to her. It started off a small, repetitive pecks, the taste of cake batter lingering between their lips before it heated up, Natasha bunching Nova's band t-shirt between her fingers as she pushed herself impossibly closer.
Slowly, the two walked backwards towards the red heads bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Clumsily, Nova pushed open the oak door and led Natasha over to her bed, standing next to it, lips still locked. Natasha pulled back, panting heavily and tugged off Nova's t-shirt leaving her in a plain black bra and her jeans.
Natasha lifted her arms as Nova delicately pulled off her white t-shirt leaving her in a white bra and leggings. Natasha's fingers traced the tattoos across Nova's chest with her painted finger nails. Nova trailed her hands down Natasha's sides chasing goosebumps to erupt over her skin.
"Are you sure?" Nova whispered, her large hands pressing flat against Natasha's back and pulling her closer.
"I've never been so sure of anything in my life." Natasha mumbled, placing her hands on Nova's shoulders.
Nova smiled lightly, cupping the smaller woman's jaw and bending down to kiss her again. Sliding her tongue over Natasha's bottom lip, the red head opened her mouth letting the muscle stroke hers. Spinning on the spot slowly, Natasha let Nova push her down onto the bed.
Natasha's legs wrapped around the tall woman's waist, squeezing her thighs to keep her there. Nova's hands tangled into Natasha's red locks, tugging on them slightly making the former assassins moan into her mouth quietly. Nova smirked slightly, tugging lightly again, her tongue caressing any part of Natasha's mouth it could get to.
Annoyed by the amount of clothing she was wearing, Natasha tried to tug off her leggings but grunted in annoyance when it was difficult. Seeing her struggle, Nova pulled back, the both of them with slightly swollen lips, and roughly ripped them until they weren't wearable along with her lace underwear. She threw the ruined fabric off the bed and bent forwards again.
"I was gonna wear those." Natasha panted as Nova bent back over her, lips brushing hers.
"I'll buy you some new ones." Nova breathed, pressing their lips together again.
Natasha smiled against her lips, tangling her fingers in her short hair. Nova flipped the two of them over, place one thigh between Natasha's legs and pressing the jean clad muscle against her crotch. The red head let out a surprised, soft moan, rocking her hips forwards a little bit.
