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heat wave | n.t

pairing: natasha “phoenix” trace x f!reader word count: 2159 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], vaginal fingering, pussy eating, wlw, face sitting, finger fucking,

summary: in which you summer crush heats up when you and nat share a bed while on vacation

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oneshot | masterlist

Nat smiled as she took in the sight before her, her hand curled around a half-empty bottle of a beer. Watching the smoke from the bonfire billow into the night sky. The flames licked light and cast shadows onto her friends’ faces. Marshmallows stuck on the ends of sticks as a few guys held them near the large open flame, making s’mores for anyone who asked for one.

She took in Jake and Bradley, working in tandem with Bob to produce s’mores. The trio laughed as Jake dropped a whole ass marshmallow into the bonfire, losing it to the flames. Exchanging friendly jabs as they laughed at the misfortune of burning the sugary pillow to a crisp.

The rattling of beer bottles in the chiller grew louder as you rejoined the group with more beer, having taken the empty bottles back to the house to get more. Despite the heat from the fire, the chilly breeze from the ocean overpowered the fire and the usually warm summer air. And no one was ready to call it a night yet.

You passed the guys hoodies around to their respectful owners after placing the cooler in the sand. Nat thanked you for the dark hoodie you handed her, placing her beer in the sand to pull it over her head. Appreciating the extra warmth it gave her to battle the ocean breeze. Raising her beer to her lips and finishing the rest of the contents as you handed him a new bottle and took the empty one from her. Clinking your bottles together, she turned around to look at the house.

Bradley sipped his beer, watching the frown form on your face. Knowing you were upset that they hadn’t waited for you before breaking out the s’mores.

Bob apologised and Jake looked sheepish, which was good enough for you.

“C’mere,” Nat said, reaching for your hand as you walked past, pulling you towards her. “Wanna share your blanket.” She placed her beer back in the sand, pulling at the blanket around your shoulders.

You smiled down at her. “I want a s’more,” you told her as the blanket came loose. Sighing, knowing she’d get her way, you sipped your beer but didn’t fight her.

“Boys?” Nat asked, but the group was already on it. Bob had the graham crackers, Jake was layering the chocolate, and Bradley was roasting the marshmallow.

You sat down beside Nat, covering your legs with the blanket. Grateful for the extra warmth, and linking your arm through hers as you sat even closer. She didn’t seem to mind, especially since she rested her head on your shoulder.

Your crush on Nat had flourished over the summer. What had started as a small, mild infatuation after meeting her for the first time had blossomed into a whole other monster after spending the last two weeks sharing a room.

And a bed.

You assumed the guys had deliberately booked the house with two double beds and a fold out couch. Bob had volunteered to take the couch.

You’d looked at Nat, while Jake and Bradley stared innocently at you both. Like, “oops, guess we’ll have to share?”

“Yeah, you boys can share one bed, and Y/N and I will have the other,” she’d told them, grabbing your hand and dragging you giggling to your room before they had a chance to argue. Or ask if they could watch.

Two weeks ago your innocent crush had been tested. Nat didn’t know about your sexuality, or that her casual nudity around you drove you fucking crazy. She didn’t know how difficult it was for you to not stare creepily whenever she dropped her towel to change into her underwear or pyjamas. How difficult it was for you to pretend that you were straight, and let on that the cute brunette you had a crush on wasn’t any of the guys like she thought, but was in fact her.

The way she smiled at you. Was generous with her affectionate touches. Always linking arms as you walked, or giving you hugs sporadically. Yeah, she was friendly, but she was so god damn pretty. The way her hypnotising brown eyes sparkled whenever she told a joke. The way her nose crinkled when she laughed. How she would always, without fail, compliment you on your outfit.

Even if you were only half dressed in a fitted tank and panties, saying your ass or boobs look great. You can’t even tell if she’s flirting. The lines are too blurred now and it makes your head spin every time.

Bradley handed you a s’more and you thanked him with a smile, taking a tentative bite in case the marshmallow was too hot.

The guys were telling stories, trying to flirt with you both, but neither of you were having a bar of it. Nat had confessed that yeah, they were cute, but they weren’t her type. You had no idea what that meant, but you agreed with a laugh. They were something alright, but definitely not your type either.

As the night wore on, and the more beer you consumed, your eyes started to grow heavier. A yawn escaping your lips that Nat teased you about.

“I might head to bed, guys, I’m exhausted,” you announced. After a long day in the sun, and a fair bit of alcohol, you needed rest. You needed your bed.

That you shared with Nat.

She said her farewell and joined you on the walk back to the house, linking her arm through yours and giving you a smile.

“You didn’t really think you could leave me alone with the three of them, did you?” She teased.

You laughed softly. “You can handle them,” you replied.

“What about you? Can you handle me?” She asked so innocently, so sweetly, that it had you imagining all the ways you’d love to handle her.

You pushed open the door to the house and wiped your sandy feet on the mat.

“Y/N?” She asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t answer me,” she prompted.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you replied truthfully.

“Then don’t say anything,” she said. “Show me. Show me how you’d handle me.”

“Nat–,”

You started to talk, to try and tell her that wasn’t a good idea. But her lips were on yours before you could say anything else.

She backed you further inside the house, her hands on your hips as yours snaked into her hair. Kissing her back without a second thought. This was all you’d thought about for weeks and now that it was happening, you felt like you were on cloud nine. Your skin was warm from the sun, but your body was warm from lust. Desire coursing through your veins with a vengeance.

You were hot, way too hot. Desperate to shed your clothes and devour her. Consume her. But you stopped, panting heavily. Eyes searching her own for any sign of doubt or remorse, and being relieved there was none.

“Bedroom,” you told her. “There’s no way in hell those guys are getting a show.”

She grinned and took your hand, dragging you down the hall to your room and locking the door.

You pulled her back in for another scorching kiss, one that left you breathless. Her mouth was soft and pliant against your own. Her hands slipped under your hoodie, hands cold against the skin of your hips. You shuddered under her touch, hands cupping her face as you walked her backwards to the bed.

You broke apart to pull your hoodie over your head, dropping it on the floor while she crawled onto the bed. She reached for you and pulled you down on top of her.

You’d dreamed of this moment so many times and now that it was here, you couldn’t wait. Couldn’t bear the thought of waiting any longer. What if she changed her mind? What if all she wanted was a kiss?

“You’re thinking,” she said, breaking the kiss to hold your face and stare into your eyes. “Stop it. Just enjoy it.”

“I’m enjoying it too much,” you confessed. “I just want to make sure you want this as much as I do.”

“I do. I want this. I want you.”

You were a goner.

She tangled her hands in your hair as she kissed you with fervour. One leg slotted between yours, the other hooked around your waist. Your core pressed firmly to her thigh as you rolled your hips, hands pushing her shirt up her sides. Fingertips digging into the soft flesh.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” you praised, dipping your head to her collarbone and nipping. Sucking. Teasing. Hands traveling further under her shirt, cuppings her breasts over the material of her bra. Squeezing appreciatively.

“Please,” she whimpered breathlessly, grinding her hips. Desperate for some kind of friction against her core.

You took off your shirt, gesturing for her to do the same thing. Discarding your bra too, and pushing her back down onto the bed. Your hands pulled the cups of her bra down to expose her full, pert breasts.

She gasped as you dipped your head to wrap your lips around one of her nipples, your hand playing with her other breast. Sucking, tweaking, massaging. Alternating between breasts and moaning in appreciation.

She was so receptive. Moaning and gasping. Hands tugging your hair and hips jerking up, desperately seeking your firm thigh.

You wanted more. You needed to see more of her. Spread out and fucked out of her mind. Consumed by you and how good you could make her feel. And then you wanted more. You never wanted to let her go, and you were hoping she felt the same.

You left hot, wet kisses down her body. Fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts and tugging them down, leaving her in her cute lace panties that had a pretty little wet spot at the center.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” you groaned, kissing her inner thigh and watching her squirm.

Tracing a finger over the lace before pulling it to the side and revealing her mound. A thin strip of hair perfectly tailored towards her glistening slit.

You couldn’t wait. Your mouth was on her and she was gasping, fisting the bed as you wasted no time devouring her. Consuming her. Swirling your tongue around her swollen clit. Lapping at her center and burying your face in her. Tongue stiff as you worked it inside her hole, fucking her. Tasting her. Humming in appreciation as she rocked her hips and fucked your face. Hand gripping your hair and keeping your head in place until her legs were shaking and she was yelling your name as she rode out her orgasm.

But still you wanted more. Removing her panties this time and feasting her slit with your fingers. Mouth wrapped around her breast as you pushed them inside her. Feeling how tight and wet she really was for you and chuckling as she gasped and bucked her hips.

“No fair,” she pouted. “I wanna taste you, too.”

You groaned at her words and quickly slipped out of the rest of your clothes. Moving so you were straddling her face.

She pulled you down the rest of the way, tongue teasing your clit just like you’d done to her. Then you buried your face between her legs again, copying what she was doing on you, and making her feel the exact same things. Gasping as her teeth grazed your clit before she began sucking on it, treating her the same way and feeling her breathy moan against your core.

She copied you this time when you pressed two fingers back inside her hole. Hooking them towards you and seeking that soft, spongy inner wall that would have her toes curling in no time. She took a little longer to find that same spot for you, but when she did, you were seeing stars. Fucking yourself back into her fingers while her hips jerked up and she fucked herself on your fingers.

The vibrations of her moans against your clit as her own orgasm wracked her body had you coming undone in no time. Feeling her contract around your fingers, her legs shaking and her own fingers still fucking you through her own delirium had your high erupting in no time. Moaning against her cunt the same way she’d just done to you.

When you collapsed beside her, she took your face in her hands and peppered it with soft kisses. Her lips lingering on yours for a moment longer than anywhere else, and you held her close. Cradling her body against yours. Enjoying the way she looked at you, blue eyes riddled with uncertainty that she let you kiss away. And when that uncertainty came back, you kissed her again. And again, until all that was left was happiness from your post-orgasm bliss.

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