#istg insomnia always kills me when i finally have time to sleep

[sandsucks]

when i get proper sleep….i will be a changed man i promise

[lesbian-deadpool]

Michelangelo’s David

(18+) DON’T MAKE ME PUNT YOU

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 4,477

Warnings: SMUT, SEX, a HELL of a lot of foreplay, vampires, swearing, slight Stony.

Request: Nah.

Summary: You’re a vampire. You consider Natasha to be a Goddess. One night in a dingy motel may just change your relationship forever.

A/N: This is a whole lot of gay shit. SO much sex. Istg, you better not be under 18, bc I will end you motherfucker. I’d rather not get into shit bc of that okay? Thanks to @romanova-maximoff-danvers for telling me how vampires work, bc I didn’t know that shit. This is my first smut work, so... take that for what you will.

(Not my GIF)

***

"Insomnia?"

The sudden voice behind her, caused the red-headed woman to jump.

Before you caused her skin to separate from her body, out of shearer fright. She had been resting along the railing, outside, in front of her motel door. You had quick access to her, as she was in the room adjacent to you. The rest of the Avengers resided in all the other rooms, of the run down motel. Some 'sharing' or more commonly known as 'Tony and Steve are fucking'.

She spun around, to meet the stiff person. Glaring into her eyes, she asked, "Why are you awake?"

"I'm a Vampire. We don't sleep... well, not at night, at least."

"I wish you wouldn't sneak up on me." She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest, causing her ample bosom, to tighten, and protrude upwards. The low cut of her tank top, making them almost visible, along with her black bra, that was lining the neck of her shirt.

"Aww, is the dark and dangerous, Black Widow, scared?" you asked, in a voice, like when you would talk to a dog. Letting your arms flop down in front of you, as you waddled over to her, in a playful manner.

"Y/N..." she warned.

"What?" you asked innocently. Gripping the sides of her tense shoulders, rubbing them, gently, with your thumbs. Looking down at the much shorter woman.

Natasha glared at you, causing you to regret what you said, slightly... slightly.

Thinking it best you apologised, as to not set your impending death in stone, by the beautiful woman in front of you.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to see if you were alright..." you said, bashfully.

She smiled at you, "It's alright." She looked you up and down, noticing how stiff you were. You were naturally stiff anyway, but to the natural eye, you just seemed like you had good posture.

But now. You closely resembled, Michelangelo's David. You look like you had been carved out of solid marble.

Natasha was suddenly pulled back to when she walked in on you, half naked. As you were patching yourself up, after a fierce battle, with a most recent villain.

Natasha walked along one of the many, corridors, in the tower, passing doors that lead to each of the team members rooms.

Already knowing her destination, she paid them no mind. Not to the sounds of blaring TVs. Not to the snores, not to the conversations, and not to the music of Wanda strumming away on her guitar.

Natasha cared for only one person at that moment, that person being you, wanting to see if you were alright.

She opened your door without knocking. Stopping still in her tracks, as she stared at the sight before her. Her mouth falling open slightly.

You were clad, in only your underwear. Your combat suit left discarded, crumpled on the floor. She stared at you closely, as you dabbed at your bleeding side. You were regretting "feeding" before your mission. Your blood far runnier than you would like it to be, as you were patching yourself up.

She felt it again, the pulsing throughout her body. Heat running through her body, from her head to her toes. The warmth sticking around in a private place. Natasha had been feeling this quite a lot lately. Whenever you trained, worked out, spared. Not just with her either. She would watch you, as you rolled on the floor, playfully sparring with Clint, with a smile upon your face. And it was just a disaster when she sparred with you. She felt this on missions. You kicking ass always managed to make her blood rush. Which caused her to become continuously distracted, as the more time drew on.

But now. Now. Natasha didn't know what she was supposed to do when she saw you again. She just knew that she would think of you like this again, and become more distracted than she ever was before.

You looked up, happily surprised to see Natasha standing there. Letting your arms drop to your sides, no embarrassment at being caught in your just your underwear. If it was one thing Natasha could say about you, was that you were confident in your body. Throwing the green-eyed woman, a happy smile. Caused her face to flush, coating it with red, the blush running down her neck. Her composure completely destroyed. She uttered a stuttered apology and exited the room. Quickly walking to her own, the feeling of embarrassment washing in. Leavening you, staring at the door, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Yep. Definitely, Michelangelo's David. She confirmed, still looking you up and down.

"You seem tense," she stated.

"Of course, I'm tense. I'm a fucking Vampire. I've technically been dead for hundreds of years."

"That's not what I meant," Natasha clarified. Still looking at you, as you were now, stood a few feet away, "You just seem tenser, than usual."

You watched her, her eyebrows raising, in a silent indication, that you can talk to her if needed.

You huffed out a sigh, looking up, into the starry night sky. You were literally in the middle of nowhere. The whole reason you were out here in the first place, and not surrounded by the busy city of New York, was a Steve planned trip. A road trip to be exact. And now, here you were. You had been surprised when Tony had suggested staying here. But then again, the minute you booked the whole motel for your gang, Tony and Steve ran off, commandeering the room the old receptionist gave them.

You look back down, right into emerald green eyes. Deciding to tell her the truth, it's not like you could lie to her anyway...

"It- It's just been a long time, is all..." you uttered out. Not daring to look her in the eyes. Now peering intently at the floor between her, and your feet.

"What's been a long time?" Natasha asked cluelessly.

You snapped your eyes up, looking into hers, your eyes hard and telling. You watched as realisation faded into her.

"Ohh..." she said, understanding lased her voice. Dazed out, eyes wide, staring towards your body. "How long?" Natasha asked, finally snapping back into reality. Looking into your eyes.

"I don't know," you shrugged, "I just know, it's been a while."

"And you haven't thought about actually trying to get laid?" Natasha joked, trying her hardest to ignore the pang of jealousy that ran through her at the thought of you with someone else.

Shrugging, you replied, "I don't think anyone would want to have sex with a vampire, you know?" You looked into Natasha's pity filled eyes, before you continued, "Everyone's too scared of me."

"I'm not scared of you."

"Well, do you want to have sex with me?" you joked.

With a new surge of courageous confidence, she slowly walked towards you. Hips swaying more than usual. With a look in her eye, that looked like she could eat you alive.

Suddenly, you felt nervous, exceptionally so. The nerves building, higher and higher, as she slowly meandered her way towards you. The look in her eyes was unsettling to you. You were usually the one who, literality, ate people... well you didn't, but you could.

Deciding on changing the subject, hoping to make yourself more comfortable. Under her watchful gaze. It's not like you didn't like it, you did. But, she was the Black Widow. She flirted and killed to get what she wanted. You would never admit this, to anyone, but she quite intimidated you.

"Um, why are you out here, anyway?" you asked, nervously.

"Tony and Steve, are in the room next to mine," you looked behind you slightly, at the door that held them. Hearing the muffled bangs, and moans, coming from inside. That undoubtedly wasn't the only thing 'coming'. Realisation hit, understanding that the walls in the old motel rooms, were as thin as paper.

You turned back around to her, now stood right in front of you. Her eyes dark. This, in turn, caused you to jump a little. Not expecting the close proximity that you were in.

"Payback," she purred. Grabbing hold of the opening of your grey jacket. Using it to pull herself forward, leaning into you, using her toes, to raise herself to be close to your, shocked face.

She was residing on the tips of her toes, unable to get any taller.

You still towered her, tilting your face down slightly to meet hers, still standing stiffer than a solder.

The tip of her nose only reached your lips. She tilted her face up, staring seductively into your eyes, as she glided her nose against your own. Still griping, tightly onto your jacket. The zipper leaving indents into her palms. Natashas arms pressing against her, forcing her breasts up, as she tried to pull you closer, but was unable to. Instead, she chose to push herself farther into you, asking, "I can help with that... do you wanna continue this elsewhere?"

It was at this point that a wave of euphoric scent washed your way. Sweet as sugar, honey-laced, and burning hotter than the sun. It has been aeons since you smelled this scent directed at you. You couldn't remember it ever being so strong, sweet, and powerful.

The smell triggered something inside of you. Something raw and almost animalistic. Your eyes clearly darkened if Natasha's reaction was anything to go by. However, you still felt nervous, considering you couldn't remember the last time you had sex. Especially with someone so fucking good looking.

"Why can't we stay out here?"

At this Natasha cocked an eyebrow at you. A smirk finding its way onto her face, residing there. Her eyes grew darker, shocking you. As you did not know that green eyes could get any darker.

"Well, aren't you just the kinky one?" Natasha's words caused you to realise what you said and how it sounded. Raising your palm, colliding it with your face. Causing Natasha to give you a slight chuckle. "And, because. Clint's watching us."

You peered over her shoulder, her grip and stance unrelenting, to your movements. Seeing a curious Clint, spying through his window, across from you, on the floor below. You shot him a quick glare, eyes shifting dangerously, and he closed the curations, with a frightened face. Just as Natasha turned her head, looking out from the corner of her eyes, noticing the moving curations. Emitting a small giggle, before fully focusing on the side of your face.

Your eyes grew wide, with the unbelievable noise that blew against your cheek. Slowly turning your head to face hers, a toothy smile on her face, biting her lip, when she saw you looking at them. Your eyes grew wide once again, the familiar wetness grew at your core.

Grabbing her hands from your jacket. You pushed them down, watching Natasha's face drop, thinking you were rejecting her. But instead, you pulled her towards your room, making a bright smile grow on her face.

***

Once inside, your lips crashed into one another's. Your hands quickly griping her hips, sliding around to her lower back. And hers, wrapping around your neck, tugging you further towards her.

Your lips moved across her plump ones, her tongue slipped into your mouth, she tasted of cherries and lust. Your fangs grazed atop her wandering tongue, drawing a muffled moan from her throat.

Drawing back from your kiss, your lips travelled down Natasha's neck, feeling her racing pulse throb through her veins. Her nails digging into the side of your jaw, as she panted above you, leaning her head back, so you had more room to explore.

Your lips soon returned to her kiss-swollen ones, Natasha muttering against them.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this."

"Well, we won't have to wait much longer," you husked.

Natasha pulled back, bringing your lower lip with her. Making you let out a low moan. Before letting it go, with a small pop.

Panting, you gazed longingly at Natasha, the lust in her eyes more intoxicating than any drug, any alcohol, any rush you have ever felt in your life. It felt almost as if your cold, stiff body was being reborn, from the warm glow of this goddess before you.

Faster than she could imagine, you crouched down, gripping the backs of Natasha's thighs, your hands resting just below her ass. Pulling her up to press her tightly against your body. Your movements soon registered in Natasha's mind, pressing a hard kiss to the underside of your jaw, she wrapped her arms and legs around you. As you keened at the kiss.

The only way Natasha could show her joy of being around the same height -abet a tad taller- as you, was to kiss you in earnest. She relished in being pressed up against you, your bodies moulding perfectly into one another. She knew from this moment that she would have to get used to straddling your waist, to be as close as humanly possible to you; while standing that is.

You began backing up towards the bed, falling in what felt like slow motion, to land on your back against the firm cotton sheets. Natasha moving her leg's just in time, for them to rest on either side of your waist. The heels of your boots scraped against the shabby carpet floor, to push you further up the bed, dragging the old sheets along with you.

You were both unrelenting in your bid for dominance as you sprawled across the bed, teeth and tongues ran across swollen lips, exploring the crevices of each other's mouths. You being mindful of how hard you were going, as not to accidentally cut Natasha with your fangs. It had been a long while since you were this worked up, -in any way- therefore you didn't want to lose control if you tasted her blood.

Natasha gave a slight grunt, impatience showing through, unhappy with how long it was taking for her to gain control. She pulled away, moving in a sitting position. Grinding down briefly on your crotch, staring you in the eyes, as she slowly began shedding her black leather jacket. Throwing it across the room.

Pulling the zipper of your jacket down, she bit her lip, knowing she would only turn you on more. Her eyes still unwavering from yours. You sat up slightly, helping her pull it from your body. It flying to join the other across the room, as your lips reattached.

Natasha's hands wandered down to rest between her spread legs, fumbling with the button of your jeans. The usual flawlessly composed spy, above you, now rendered a complete mess. So much so that she had to break away from your kiss, to evaluate the button. Finally managing to unfasten it. Natasha gave you a quick lustful kiss, before she stood from you, dragging your jeans, boots, and socks from your body.

Swinging her leg over your hips, Natasha straddled you once again.

"You're really sexy, you know that?" Natasha complimented, just watching you. Her hands resting on your abdomen, fingers and thumbs caressing you over your white tank-top.

"You should see my view right now," you smirked.

A groan raised from your chest, Natasha spurred on from your words, began rocking against your hips. Her own sounds of pleasure releasing from her plump open lips.

Slowly moving your arms down from above your head, smirk still upon your face, as you knew Natasha was too focused on the lust within your eyes, -and her own pleasure- to notice what you were doing. Placing your hands on Natasha's jean covered thighs, you rubbed them gently. Tilting your head to the side, giving her a smouldering look. Her lips puckered out in response, eyes blinking slowly, as she steadily moved down to kiss you again.

A yelp filled the room, as you threw Natasha down onto the mattress below you, red hair splayed out around her on the pillows. Breasts bouncing as she panted from being surprised.

You sat in front of her, her legs resting on your hips, knees buckled, and her heels gently pressing into your lower back. Your hands residing on her thighs.

"This view's pretty fucking good, too."

"Only pretty good?" Natasha rasped, a bright smile on her face.

You hummed. "You look like a goddamn work of art." Gliding your hands down to unfasten her black jeans, slowly popping the button, you cooed, "I wonder what you'd look like without anything on."

"Probably as good as you would?"

Smirking you pulled her pants and socks from her body, seeing as she kicked her shoes off as soon as she walked through the door.

Your hands grazed her waistline, where her black tank-top had ridden up. Rubbing your thumbs into her soft skin, getting increasingly higher as the seconds ticked by.

"How opposed are you to me ripping this tight little tank-top from your body, and fucking you so hard you can't talk for a week?"

"Oh, God," Natasha whined lustfully, "There's nothing I want more."

Natasha's tongue ran against your lips as you pressed against her, removing your hands from her waist to grip her top, tarring it from her body. Pushing the tattered pieces off the bed.

You moved to pepper kisses all along Natasha's neck, travelling down her chest. Pausing to listen to the melody of moans sounding from Natasha's throat, as you sucked many dotted bruises onto her breasts. Her hands gripped your scalp, trying to push you further down her stomach, and to the place she needed you most. But you were far too busy nipping sparse marks onto her abdomen.

Finally, to Natasha's relief, you were settled above her legs, peering up at her. Your fingers curled around the thin strap of fabric, that sat between her legs. Slowly you pulled the thong down. Uncovering Natasha's wet pussy. Watching her glistening core, you continued to drag the slightly damp fabric down her legs. Your eyes snapping to the thong, as it continued its way past her knees, ignoring her dripping sex, much to Natasha's dismay. With the cold air, and you between her legs, made her pussy weep. She moved her hips every which way, grinding into thin air, as to try and gain some sort of friction, but couldn't get far off the bed, if at all, thanks to your arm holding her waist down.

She groaned into the night air, grabbing the bed sheets under her. As her thong was finally stripped off her body and thrown to the floor.

Natasha's "tormentor" as she would have called you at this moment, relaxed by her legs. Your thumb flicked over Natasha's clit, making her jump, and push into the pressure. As soon as the pleasure had been gifted, it was taken away. Natasha wined at the lost contact, soon gasping when your lips met the bottom of her pubic bone, in a short kiss.

"Someone's excited," you cooed, your warm breath tickling her core, making Natasha whimper once more.

Natasha nodded her head, vigorously. You knew she wanted you. She wanted you so bad. And she showed it in her actions. Her eyes were clamped tight shut, her lips slightly parted, breathy moans and small whimpers escaping them regularly. Natasha's head moved from side to side, leaving an impression in the pillow, between where her hands gripped it tightly.

"Ah, ah ah. You can use your words, can't you?" you asked, "Let me hear your beautiful voice, baby."

A moan escaped her, her eyes flickering open to meet yours. At the look in her eyes, you were sure that you had just seen heaven. Her pupils were blown out, obscuring the green of her eyes. Want filled them, along with lust, and begging. But what you cherish the most about them was the intense feeling of adoration pouring from them. And it was all directed at you.

"Yes," Natasha confirmed, her voice hoarse and breathy.

"Tell me what you want, baby? How do you feel?" You knew you were teasing her. Too much? You'd have to answer that question later. You didn't know when you were going to get a chance like this again, so you were milking it for all you could. Hopefully leaving Natasha wanting more.

Natasha moaned again, flinging her head back before she met your eyes once again.

"You make me feel so good, baby."

"Mhm, tell me more."

She groaned. "I've never felt this way before, in my life. You don't know how much I want you. How much I need you. I feel like if you don't touch me, I'll explode right here."

Natasha's words left your mouth dry. Licking your lips, you nodded your head, as you tried to get the moisture back into your mouth. You coughed, hoping that would stop your voice from breaking when you spoke.

"Yeah. Yeah. That was... that was good." You coughed once again. "What do you want me to do to you, darlin'?"

Natasha shuddered slightly at the pet name. Giving you the assurance that, that would be the go to.

"I want you to fuck me, Y/N. I want you to plough me into the mattress. Make me scream. Let's give Steve and Tony a run for their money."

Now it was your turn to groan at the other woman, her words made your stomach clench, realising wetness to your throbbing core. Moving up her body, you kissed her roughly. As you moved to rest between her legs. Your tank top and underwear rubbing against her almost bare body. Your thumbs rubbing over her ribs.

Natasha broke away from your kiss with a cry, "You're wearing too many clothes."

"You're still wearing your bra," you sassed breathlessly.

"I don't care. It's still more than what I am."

You hummed, moving to kiss Natasha's neck, nipping and sucking at it. Your lips tingled thanks to Natasha's moans vibrating through her throat. You smirked, travelling down her soft body, peppering kisses on Natasha's bra covered chest. Letting your fangs come out to play, drawing them lightly across her skin, a lewd moan tumbling from her lips. As your arms moved around her back, unclasping her bra, and slipping it from her body.

"Oh, now this is really unfair."

"I know, darlin'. I know."

Further and further down you went, lips brushing her skin, making Natasha shiver. Curse words tumbling from her mouth, in whispered prayer. Placing her legs over each of your shoulders, you began teasing her more, brushing your lips lightly over Natasha's core, causing her to cry out. Impatience coursing through her veins, her hips bucked up to meet your lips. You placed your hands firmly on her pelvic, halting her movements almost instantly.

"Hey, hey, now. Be a good girl, alright?" you asked, peering into her lustful eyes. "Okay?"

Natasha nodded. "Okay."

"Good girl," you cooed.

Moving your hands down to her core, entrapping her legs as you did. Using your thumbs to pull her lips apart, you gave her clit a soft kiss, Natasha moaning out in the pleasure that had finally been given to her. Gently you began gliding your tongue over her swollen clit, guiding it down to her entrance, and back up again.

"Oh God, Y/N."

"Yeah, baby?" you spoke into Natasha's glistening pussy.

"Fuck, don't stop. Please keep going."

"I wasn't planning on stopping."

You kissed and lapped at her pussy for some time, drawing whimpers, moans, and gasps from Natasha's chest. Her breasts heaving and blushed, the redness flowing up her neck and cheeks.

Natasha was so worked up, thanks to you removing your mouth whenever she had gotten close to her orgasm. Instead, you moved to suck and nibble at her inner thighs, as she came down from he pleasure filled highs. Knowing she was starting to get irritated by your teasing, and edging her. You decided to go easy on her.

Returning your lips back to her cunt, you pecked lightly at her swollen clit, before you drew it fully into your mouth sucking on it harshly. A flood of fluids exited her, as she gasped hungrily, raising up thanks to the pleasure running through her, fingers knotted into the sheets below her. Natasha moaned lewdly, into the ceiling above her, as she fell back to the bed.

Circling her tight entrance with your fingers, making Natasha push up to meet you wandering hand. When she least suspected it, you pushed a finger inside of Natasha.

Letting out a scream of pleasure, Natasha arched her back.

"Please, Y/N. Please. I need more. Please, give me more," Natasha begged.

"Yeah? You want more, sugar?" Natasha nodded her head quickly. "I'll give you anything you want." And that was something you didn't just mean in this moment, or under these circumstances. If this woman knew of the spell she had you under, she would surely be some form of a Goddess. And she just didn't tell you.

Pulling your finger from her depths, you replaced it with two. Curling your fingers, drawing it in and out of her. Getting high from Natasha's moans, realising one or two of your own at the bliss coursing through you at the moment. You began moving your fingers inside of her faster and faster. Until you were practically pounding them into her. Licking and sucking at her clit as you did.

Natasha was so entirely worked up from your ministrations, that she was moaning more than breathing. But it was still not enough for you. Blowing a sharp stream of cold air over Natasha's swollen clit. She screamed louder than you've ever heard. You felt Natasha clench around your fingers, coming over them, rocking her hips as she came down from her high. Your fingers slowing marginally to join her.

"Fuck," Natasha croaked out.

"If you think that was good. You haven't felt nothing yet."

***

"So, what did you guys get up to last night?" Sam asked you and Natasha, as you walked towards the cars.

"Nothing. Why?" Natasha replied.

"Hm? Oh, no reason. Just wondering." Sam smiled. "Y/N I take it you're going to be riding with Natasha in her Stingray."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because Natasha's wearing your shirt, you're both covered in love bites, and the literally whole motel heard your screams last night," he listed off, "Steve and Tony's, too."

You paused, watching Sam walk off, Natasha next to you. You knew this was a probability, and it's not like you were trying to hide it. You were just surprised at how quick it took for someone to say anything. You probably shouldn't have been.

"Oh, and I hope you didn't cut Natasha with your fangs!"

"I swear to God, Wilson!"