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Emergency mission. Extracting Captain Rogers for briefing in two hours.
Natasha sighed at the message from SHIELD HQ. Fury always ruined her Sundays with these out-of-nowhere missions. Of course the world needed the Black Widow. Otherwise how would it survive from all the crisis?
Now she had to go get her team leader, Captain America. They had been working together in the six months since the New York incident. She never thought that she would have the chance to work alongside a living legend like him. She had heard of his reputation since her time with the Red Room. But those were just fuzzy memories. She didn’t know what was true and what they had put in her mind.
Of course, that was something to talk about later.
So she left the cup of coffee on the kitchen counter, kissing her goodbye to Liho and asked her neighbor Ana to take care of her cat. She didn’t know how long she would be gone and Ana never asked too many questions, no more than she should.
She went down to the garage of her apartment building where her black Corvette Stingray was parked, turning on the tracker on her partner’s phone. She found him near the Washington Monument. She looked at the clock on the dashboard. They still had two hours left before briefing. She sent him the message to alert him before speeding out.
Mission alert. Extraction imminent. Meet at the curb :)
He replied her a moment later with the same emoji. ‘ : ) ’ (She taught him of how to type it all and she was proud of that, being a part of bringing Captain America to the 21st century.) She assumed that he already finished his morning run.
She pulled her car over where she saw him with some guy, someone she had never seen before. He looked okay but her naive partner had a habit of talking to everyone he met during his morning run. She told him that it was nice of him but he shouldn’t do that. (Compromising himself and brah bahnaha, the spy stuff about security and shit.) But he was also a stubborn old man and she sometime having fun arguing with him.
She rolled down the window . “ Hey, fellas. Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I’m here to pick up a fossil.” She directed the joked to her Captain, who shook his head and let out a quiet laugh at her.
“Hilarious,” he replied.
Steve walked over to her car and got in. The guy Steve was talking to gave Natasha and her car an appreciative look.
“How you doing?” he greeted with a charming smile.
But she wasn’t paying much attention when Steve and his beefy body sat next to her.
“Hey.” She replied with a sly smile.
Steve looked at the guy. “You can’t run everywhere,” he said, throwing him a look as if he was trying to tell his new friend that she was off limits.
“No, you can’t.”
Natasha quickly pulled away and drove off. Steve leaned back into the seat and pulled out his little notebook and phone before stashing it in the glove compartment. It was what he always did when she picked her him up for the mission, always coming back to collect them when they returned.
“What’s the mission about?” he asked.
“No idea. Hill didn’t tell me a thing. She’s just assembling us for Fury.”
“Uh-huh.”
Steve leaned in and kissed her cheek. Oh! She forgot to mention one thing. One thing that she felt she had the right to brag about. She was banging Captain America occasionally. Yeah, Russia and America were enjoying an excellent relationship.
But what weird was that they never kissed on the lips, not once.
The first time she proposed this friends-with-benefits relationship to him, she was surprised at how very little he objected. He told her that she was right, that it was something they needed after a very hard mission, adrenaline still rushing through their body. They both needed a release. She had one rule, they slept with each other exclusively until one of them had an actual girlfriend/boyfriend (Natasha was trying to find him a girlfriend all the time, something he always said no to.) Steve had his one rule too, no kissing on the lips.
“It’s too intimate.” That was only answer.
So there they were, fucking each other from time to time. And it felt nice, knowing someone would be there if she really needed to unwind. Let’s face it, she had no one else to turn to and she wasn’t exactly a relationship type of person. Clint Barton was her best friend and he was out of question. It was just that she needed it and Steve needed it. They were friends, they were teammates, they were partners, they were single.
They had no one else to turn to. All they had was each other.
And now that single partner of her was looking all sweaty after a morning run but still smelling so nice. Nat couldn’t help but snaking her hand to the front of his pants.
“Keep driving, Romanoff,” he ordered but didn’t do anything about her hand on his crotch.
“I can give you a hand job and still drive, Rogers,” she replied with a sly smile.
“Do whatever you please, Ma’am.”
Steve knew there was no point in arguing with her when she wanted something, she would get it. So she kept palming his cock through his sweatpants until it was rock hard and Steve was moaning helplessly. She stopped when they reached her private parking spot (aka a dark, secluded, no security camera area). Steve grunted when she pulled her hand away from him.
“Be patient,” she shushed him.
His eyes darkened with lust, looking at her as if she was prey, ready for him to eat her alive. “Keep the engine running and get out of the car.” His Captain America voice turned her on and made her follow every order. She was willing, knowing he would take care of her.
They got out but Steve was faster than her so he hurled her out of the driver seat and placed her on the front hood. One thing she loved about Steve the most was that he treated her as his equal. He wasn’t afraid to use his strength with her or manhandle her this way. Well, she let him because the last man who did that got his arm broken. Steve towered above her body and stepped in between her legs.
“Always a tease, aren't you?” he growled before descending his lips on her neck, sucking at her soft skin greedily. Nat smiled. Still wouldn’t kiss her on the lips.
But then her smile quickly changed and her lips parted in an O shape when he nibbled on her pulse point. Her hands found his shoulders, pulling him closer as she arched her back into him. His tongue nudged deliciously, scraping his teeth along her collarbone, making Natasha purr approvingly.
He peeled her black jacket down, his lips still sucking, leaving hickeys all over the soft skin of her neck. “You look hot in this jacket,” he complimented her.
Nat smiled gently. “I look hot in everything.”
“I’m just trying to compliment,” he replied as his hand pulled up her tank top, leaving only her bra. Steve groaned at the sight. His eyes burned with lust when he saw that her breasts almost spilled out. “But that’s true. You look hot in everything.”
“Quit jabbing and do the fucking. We don’t have much time.” Nat shushed.
He chuckled and proceeded to pull her tight jeans off her body until there was only her black bra and lace panties.
“You’re overdressed, Rogers”
“Needy, needy.”
Nat sighed and took the matter into her hands, pulling his sweatpants down along with his Calvin Klein underwear. His hard cock sprung free, the fat cockhead already leaking with pre cum. Her mouth salivated at the sight. She definitely never got enough of this. Her hands quickly grabbed his thick shaft, thumb brushing the leaking slit, making Steve growl.
“How much time do we have?” he asked. His mind was already running wild with all the things he would do to her.
She looked at her watch. “44 minutes and 16 seconds.”
“Good.”
Steve was glad they had enough time. He grabbed her wrist to stop her from jerking him off and planted her hands on the hood. He knelt down in front of her as she spread her legs wide for him. They didn’t have to say much because they had been together for some time, long enough to know what the other person wanted. A soft moan escaped her mouth when she felt his nose nuzzling her inner thighs. The scent of her arousal only made his cock harder, if that was possible. It had to take every last bit of his control not to fuck her into the hood of her car.
He pushed her panties aside, revealing her pink mound and slick slit, her juices practically dripping out in anticipation onto the hood of her car. Her hips thrust upwards lightly, urging him. Steve sighed and gave in. He breathed her in one more time. He needed to smell her intoxicating scent. He began to nibble on her labias, parting them until he found the swollen clit. He ran his tongue down between her folds. He slurped and kissed and worshiped as she slowly rocked her hips up into his mouth. He continued his actions until he felt a sharp pull on his hair when her hands gripped his head.
“Babe…” she breathed, chest heaving. Steve continued to quickly lap up at her swollen hard clit. He pushed his fingers in and her whole body jolted at the invasion. Her moans began to grow louder. He knew if he could get his angle just right she would squirt and that was what he intended to do. He swirled his tongue around the bud rapidly. She squeezed her legs around his face but Steve didn’t falter, knowing she was so close now.
"Oh, fuck," Nat moaned, hand still fisting at Steve’s hair, pressing his face further into her cunt. Steve doubled his efforts, thrusting his fingers rapidly and flickering his tongue hard and fast over her clit. She came with a sharp cry, legs shaking. Steve had gotten her so worked up that she squirted. He didn't waste any time lapping up as much of her juices as he could.
Nat felt like she blacked out for a couple minutes and when she opened her eyes, Steve was prowling his way into her. His cock took a long full stroke in and out of her hot slick pussy, filling her so completely that her back arched. She laid down on her back. The cold temperature contrasted with the hot engine hood, the chance of someone might walk in one them, everything just tripled Natasha’s wildest feelings.
“да” She gasped. “Стив, не остановить.” She was at his complete mercy. He chewed on his lip as he bucked his hips, thrusting into her hard and quick, making her moan in delight. He felt so good inside her, his hard cock rubbing all of her sweet spots. He forced her to open her legs wider so he could drive into deeper, just the right angle to send her already over stimulated body into overdrive. Her green eyes shut tight against the pleasure that swam through her nerves. Steve leaned down to suck her neck, his teeth nipping at sensitive skin.
She was tightening around him already. A string of Russian fell from her lips, sounding like a prayer. Steve pressed his right hand onto the hood for better balance as he sped up. He watched as one of her hands reached down to frantically rub her clit as he fucked her.
“Fuck!” Steve shouted, plunging his cock into her tight cunt as deep as he could. His hand pressed hard on the hood, leaving it dented. His balls tightened up and convulsed hard before spurting his hot load inside of her. Natasha followed him off the edge, feeling the spurt after spurt of his cum triggered her own orgasm. Her walls clamped down hard on his shaft, milking every last drop of his seed inside her. She thought it would never end, this glorious, incredible feeling, and she almost blacked out again from the intensity.
They both held each other tightly, their bodies pressed firmly together as they came down from their high. Steve peppered kisses along her neck to soothe her and Natasha hummed in appreciation. Her lover could be rough and be gentle at the same time and that was what she loved about him.
“Shit, I think I dented your car.” He said when he noticed. Steve pulled his cock out of her and stepped back.
Nat adjusted her panties and bra before getting off her car. With the feeling of his cum dripping down from her pussy, she was horny again. He could release a huge load of that super sperm and she knew he loved to come inside her and watch his cum dripping down once he pulled out. Everyone said Captain America was all innocent but she was the only one who knew his deep darkest desires. She didn’t care if she was the one corrupted him. He needed to let out that beast.
Steve handed her her jeans and tank top before pulling his sweatpants up. They quickly got dressed and turned their attention back to her car.
“You break it, you buy it,” she said but there was no hint of anger. Why would she be angry anyway?
“We have to do this again,” he smirked.
“Sure, partner,” she promised and kissed the corner of his lips. “But we have to go change now. Briefing in ten minutes.”