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hotel rooms

"I don't understand how the two of you are stuck in a hotel room overseas. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Now I have to clean up this mess and there's no way you can come back without being compromised." Maria Hill signs over the phone. 

Natasha Romanoff is on the other end, unsure of a reply. On one hand she contemplates telling Hill the truth but that would mean telling Fury which would not only endanger herself, but also Steve Rogers. And he didn't deserve to be dragged into the mess of a protective Fury, upset Hill and nosy others. So she replies with the one other thing she formulated in her mind. "Sorry Hill." But we all know she's not sorry.

Maria Hill sighs once again. "Okay hold your position for a while longer, I'll try to get you out as soon as possible."

Natasha looks at Steve sitting on the bed across from where she's on the phone and smirks. "Take your time Hill, take your time." And she hangs off, not giving her any time to reply. 

"What was that about?" Steve asks, looking up from his book when she gets off the phone. 

She grins as she makes her way over to him. "Something about our mission and us being compromised. We're gonna have to stay here a while longer."

Steve puts down his book and leans forward to meet her. "Does she think of this as a punishment or-"

He is cut off by Natasha sealing his lips with a kiss. "Doesn't matter what she thinks. Only what we think."

"Hmmm...." He sighs, his forehead pressing against hers. "And what do you want?"

"You." She whispers. 

He chuckles as she bites her lip. "Isn't this what got us compromised in the first place? Taking too much time in the hotel room because we were doing this."

"I don't see you complaining," she says, her fingers making its way up his bare chest, having removed his shirt much earlier and tossed it somewhere, only to be wearing it now, her clothes in a pile on the floor. 

"I think my shirt looks better on you than it does on me." He sighs, before adding, "But I think we all agree you look better without it hmmm.... so let's get rid of it."

And on his cue, she removes his shirt, tossing it onto the floor amongst her clothes. 

"Fuck..." He mumbles under his breath, taking in the sight of her in nothing but a bra and a thong. His blue eyes are dilated to the point where they have gone dark and on his lips plays a lustful smirk. 

With a teasing smirk, she straddles him by the hips, legs parted, on top of him. "Language," she teases. 

He rolls his eyes playfully but is cut off by a groan as she sinks her hips into his, grinding up and down.  He relishes in the pleasure for a while, his breathing quickening along with the sounds of her moans. 

Until he can't take it anymore and flips her over gently, pining her arms above her head to the bed. "Don't move," he commands as he strips free of his shorts and boxes, his cock springing free. 

Natasha's eyes go wide at the size of it and she squirms, only to have Steve's hands press gently into her thighs as he warns gently, "I said don't move." There's something about his voice, commanding and dominating whislt still being gentle that causes a heat to pool in a belly. The heat only increases as he kisses his way up her thighs, stopping before her thong. 

"Please," she begs. "I need you."

He smirks and she feels his warm breath on her soft skin and his beard tickle her thighs. "Patience love. Good things come to those who wait."

He kisses her thigh again, as his fingers hook around the band of her thong, teasing her by not removing it, but instead moving his fingers down the material, erupting a series of whimpers from her. His fingers gently brush over her clit and she whines. He smirks. He loves seeing how much teasing he can get out of her. Slowly, his fingers brush over her clit again but instead of moving them away after, he begins to rub small circles, starting off with slow and gentle strokes but speeding up the pace bit by bit as her moans get louder. 

He feels her slick juices through the thin material of the thong and pushes the thong to the side, smirking when the takes in the sight of her juicy pink pussy lips. Burying his face right into the center, he laps up at her juices with his tongue, his beard burning the inside of her thighs. She screams in pleasure as she comes close and he takes his mouth away, licking his lips in pleasure, teasing her as she winces at the lost of contact. 

She doesn't have time to recover from that though, for he pushes two fingers inside of her, bringing them in and out slowly. "Harder please," she moans as he picks up the paces and adds another finger. With every thrust of his fingers, she feels herself growing wetter. After a few minutes, he began to curl his fingers upward, hitting her g spot and making her whole body tense and shake.

"Come for me baby," He gives her permission to do so and her body finds a release, exploding over his fingers. He smirks, removing the fingers from her clit and placing them in his mouth, licking up the remainder of her juices. "That was so hot. I think we're ready."

His fingers rip her thong apart and she whines. "That was one of my favourites."

"Too bad, we're just gonna have to get you a lot more." His hands venture up her body, cupping her breasts though her bra, his hands massaging them in a steady rhythm. He reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, discarding it on the floor on the ever-growing pile of clothes. Her nipples are hard and erect and he takes one in his mouth while his hands toy with the other. 

"Steve," she moans his name and he can't help but get turned on by that. 

Her nipple leaves his mouth with a gentle pop and he brings his cock up to her pussy. He aligns his shaft against her wet hole and slides gently into her. She moans in response. Slowly, he glides in and out of her, as she arches her back in pleasure. His hands move up to grab her waist as he increases the pace, this thrusts getting faster and harder, their hips bucking into one another. Her fingers dig into his back and she leaves claw marks down his back, moaning in pleasure. 

"I'm gonna cum," she whispers but is cut off by him. 

"Hold it there for me baby," He thrusts harder, causing her to scream. "Cum with me baby," he groans against her neck, sucking it so hard he leaves a hickey. 

Together they explode against one another, coming down from their high slowly. He removes his cock from inside her, which he finds is covered in her juices. 

"Fuck Natasha, you're so hot," he moans against her neck as he cuddles behind her, they're both sweaty and slick with all kinds of juices. 

She hums in response. "And this is why Hill hates us."

He laughs, burying himself in her scent, taking in every inch of her. He cannot believe how lucky he is. Thank god for them being compromised. Because that meant more time in the hotel room together and definitely a lot more sex. 

A/N: was inspired by the line "they don't know about the night in the hotel" the very first night taylor swift "and if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms" perfect one direction. also listen to perfect x style ^^ attached above while reading because it sets the mood and i was listening to it while writing. also i did so much research on this but obviously this is not how all sex goes so don't use this as a realistic expectation for your real life experiences. hope you enjoyed it. its been a while since i've written smut so maybe i've gotten rusty but you can let me know. don't forget to vote comment like and share if you liked it. and i didn' make it sad this time le gasp who this omggg. also maybe im gonna write some happy friends inspired ones since i started watching the show and im hooked so yayyy