𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬 ❺

Chapter 10

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗

Aww, shit.

Steve groaned as he opened his eyes to find himself with a terrible headache. He realized that he'd just had a dream about him fucking Natasha again. He dreamed about himself buried deep inside her, making Natasha scream his name. He was pounding hard until he filled her up heras they came together.

This is bad . Steve thought as he got out of bed. Then he saw the painting he'd painted last night, a nude portrait of Natasha. He stood up and hurried to find a place to hide it. He knew Tony and Clint might sniff around his stuff, and he didn’t want to answer their stupid questions.

Steve looked at the portrait one more time before hiding it among other neon paintings he'd made, thenheaded for a shower. An idea came up in his mind when he was taking a shower and Steve decided to call someone, pulling a strings so they could have a little private time together without someone bothering them.

Tony asked where he was going today, but Steve didn’t tell them anything, just left to pick Natasha up at her apartment. 

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Natasha was lying on her bed with Steve on top of her. They were in a heated of battle of teeth and tongue as they fought for the domination. He won as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, exploring every corner mouth.

“Steve…” she moaned as his lips ghosted down the side of her face to her neck. His hands skimmed over her exposed skin before cupping her breast. His fingers found her hard nipple and started to circle and pinch it, making her gasp out. Steve’s mouth followed suit and took her other nipple inside his hot mouth. “Bae…” she moaned, thrusting her breasts up.

Steve didn’t say anything in reply, just stared up at her reaction with his intense blue eyes, making her body burn up. When he'd had enough of her breasts, his lips traveled down her toned stomach and slowly down to her pussy, where he immediately thrust his tongue inside of her. Her whole body jolted at the extreme pleasure, shivers shooting up her spine.

“Steve! Oh fuck!” she shouted when Steve thrust his fingers inside her, while his tongue still lapping at her clit. Natasha rocked back against his hand, fucking herself with his fingers while her hand carding in his hair. Her body fluids dripped down his hand.

“Yes…” she sighed breathlessly as he fingered her faster, making sure to hit the same spot while licking vigorously at her clit. “Gonna come…bae…there…right there.” She breathed quickly in shallow gasps that caught in her throat. When his fingers grazed at the same sensitive spot and his tongue licked at her clit one too many times, she couldn’t hold it anymore. “Steve!” she shouted his name as she came.

“Shit!” Natasha shouted as she opened her eyes, finding herself alone in her bedroom without Steve on top of her.

It was all just a dream.

She was stunned for a second, realizing that she'd just had a wet dream. It amazed her how her dirty mind could come up with a scenario like this.

“Aw, shit.” She groaned as she felt the wetness between her thighs. How the hell   did this happen? Nat asked herself again. What does this mean? WHY THE HELL HAD SHE DREAMT ABOUT THIS?

God help us both.

She slowly got up from her bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower, all the while thinking about what had just happened. It might've been the consequences from last night, when he'd dropped her off and they were making out in the hallway.