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Tension

A whimper fell from your lips along with your bag from your shoulder, it caught the attention of a particular redhead and piqued her interest over to the grand front door where you stood.

"What's wrong moya lyubov'?" Natasha, your best friend—who was madly in love with you—immediately asked as she walked up to you with nothing short of concern written in the creases of her downturned face. Her hands fell on your shoulder and her spoken question was wordlessly answered. "Oh, aren't you tense..."

Natasha saw the exhaustion in your eyes, you pursed your lips to speak, likely something sarcastic to combat her tease, but all you could muster was another pitiful whimper that brushed the puff of air across her face.

The redhead nodded her understanding then pulled your body against hers from the side so that she could guide you to her readied room. Of course she knew you were back today, it's why she was sat in the compounds living area.

What happened next was a well practiced dance, you undressed in privacy as she got whatever oil you wanted, today you chose the citrus one—you knew it was her favorite.

The redhead sent you a warm smile as you laid down, allowing the sheet around your waist to fall and give Natasha a glimpse of your side boob, just enough to distract her momentarily. Then she's back to the task at hand, assessing the damage, then offering her special massage.

"Oh honey..." Natasha coo'd in sympathy as she took in the battered expanse of your back. New superficial cuts and bruises provided obstacles for her promised ministration's. The redhead placed friendly kisses to each one like she did every time. Once you'd asked her why, and she giggled to cover up her apprehension to speak. She'd joked that it was a protective layer so that her kneading hands didn't hurt you.

It had oddly worked. Natasha teased it as the placebo effect, but you knew it was because her lips made your entire body tingle with desire.

With just as clueless as you were to her infatuation with you, she was not fairing any better with her lack of sight of the mutuality.

Every longing glance you sent her way went unseen as she tried not to stare at you for the millionth time that morning. The way you clung to her during your weekly movie nights that always ended in accidental sleepovers went unfelt as she slept soundly beside you.

Each time you woke up first and reluctantly let her go so as to not upset her with clinginess, and every time you did you missed the frown on her face as she woke up all alone again.

Unspoken desires were all you two shared, and that cloaked all of your sweetest moments.

Natasha wanted you in every sense, her mind lost in the hope of it all, and it remained in the dreamy headspace as she began to mend you.

With each stretch of her upper body, as she slid her firm hands up and down your back with the entire use of her abs, her cunt would beat as it pressed against the smooth skin of your thigh. It was a shock you didn't feel her slick seeping through her shorts, she didn't feel it either.

Not at first anyways, Natasha did her best to keep her breath even as she realized, but then you moaned in thanks for her skilled hands kneading and she came in her thin bottoms.

It was mindless—completely unintentional; Natasha hadn't realized until it was too late.

You felt her hot, steamy breath shudder against the side of your neck and the relieved tension in your body manifested itself once more. It was only then that you could feel a warmth on the back of your thigh, and you gasped softly.

"Natasha..." Your voice a soft squeak as you couldn't contain your shock. "I-I'm sorry."

Natasha could feel your body tense against hers and she felt tears brim her eyes as she pictured just how disgusted with her you likely were. Her body got lost in sinful desires, and ran way too far ahead of itself, and now's likely ruined everything. In a flash she was shimmying off of your body and a loud thump followed as she not so gracefully fell onto the hardwood floor.

You watched in horror as she moved to leave.

"Wait!" You slid to the end of the bed and put a hand on her shoulder, spinning her to face you. Natasha's cheeks burned red from not only her sobbing but the sight of your bareness up close. "Please Y/N, I-I'm sorry, but I can't face this."

"You don't run from anything," you sadly sighed, "So why are you running away from me?" You pointed at your chest, then to hers. "From this?" Natasha gulped dryly, "This?"

You nodded and smiled unsurely. "Yes. Us."

With a surge of confidence Natasha pressed her clothed chest to your bareness. Her plump lips merely a breath away as she whispered: "Can I kiss you like I've wanted to for years?"

"You can do more than that," you whispered with a deep, sultry grin that she felt spread against her cheeks. "You can make me yours."

Natasha's lips immediately suctioned to the skin of your neck as she needed to mark you. You'd huffed angrily as she'd left you hanging, she tauntingly smirked against your skin and you rolled your eyes before your knees buckled as she hungrily bit into the skin of your breasts.

"Ride my face," you croaked out suddenly, her sultry tongue had just stopped at the hem of your panties, she was a lick away from making you hers officially by having you screaming and writhing. Then you were interrupting her as she'd breathed you in. "Please Natasha, I want to taste you too, don't leave me with nothing."

Natasha scoffed, as if the mind blowing orgasm she was about to give you was not enough. Still, she complied as she rid her body of any article before she ripped your remaining panties to shreds. Then she teasingly shook her plump ass in front of you, you groaned in need just as she dropped her slicked lips onto your tongue.

The vibrations perfectly rumbled against her cunt in it's entirety, her raised body shivered and you were rewarded as her arousal dripped onto your face, her essence filling your nostrils as your nose prodded at her entrance. Natasha fell forward and into your cunt as your tongue swirled over her clit before you shifted her up and pressed your tongue deep within her heat.

With her neck craned, and hands gripping the skin of your thighs for balance, as well as to keep you spread open, her tongue slid up and down your slit in a hurried motion. Natasha was instantly hooked on your taste, if not for the pleasure she was deriving from your own tongue she'd already be buried within you.

Instead she continued to gyrate her hips back, fucking your face without regard for your need to breathe as two of her slender fingers slid into your welcoming heat, rapidly thrusting in and out of you, combining perfectly with her tongues attempts to finish off your suffocation.

Natasha was going to be the cause of your death, you were sure of it as your heart beat in your ears as all the oxygen in your lungs fled. You moaned the last of you against her clit and she drowned your face and filled your mouth with her sweet as can be arousal. Your figure shook beneath hers as your orgasm raced throughout your body. Lighting your every nerve on fire as you gushed around her fingers.

Natasha rolled off of your figure acrobatically, her fingers never left you as she contorted her body to be facing your cunt from the end of the bed. You'd felt her fingers swirl and prod at your sensitive walls but you simply laid there perplexed on how she'd managed to do it.

The widow winked up at you, then held deep eye contact with you as she replaced her fingers with her tongue. Slurping her reward down directly from its glorious source, preventing it from seeping into her sheets instead as she happily worked your body up even further.

Honestly, you'd be lucky if she'd ever let you see the daylight again. The orphan had finally found a home, and it was between your thighs.

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