Drabbletag - Covert
Title: Discretion Advised
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Covert
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD/Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: May/Natasha
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 220
They don’t advertise their relationship, of course. Those closest to them may have their suspicions, but even they can’t be completely sure. Not really.
That doesn’t mean Melinda and Natasha play it safe. Not in the slightest.
They fuck at the Hub, in a conference room with Natasha on her back across the table, Melinda grinding down from above her and swallowing down Natasha’s groans, or pressed tight together in a janitor’s closet, Natasha’s jumpsuit unzipped to her navel with Melinda’s fingers pushed down under the fabric to stroke her pussy, grinning into each other’s mouths.
They fuck on the Helicarrier, Melinda bent across crates as Natasha works her clit from behind, Natasha on her knees as Melinda grips her hair and rocks forward against her tongue, Melinda pressing deep with four fingers as Natasha curses in Russian.
They fuck in safehouses, moans bouncing off the tiles in the shower, getting rug burn as they grapple on the floor, trying not to break another bed. Natasha kneels above Melinda’s face whilst Melinda grips her hips and hums against her cunt. Melinda arches against the sheets as Natasha gives her fingers and tongue and the heat of her mouth.
Nobody knows for certain, and no matter the risks they take, they’re never caught. Because Melinda and Natasha, they’re just that good.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Covert
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD/Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: May/Natasha
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 220
They don’t advertise their relationship, of course. Those closest to them may have their suspicions, but even they can’t be completely sure. Not really.
That doesn’t mean Melinda and Natasha play it safe. Not in the slightest.
They fuck at the Hub, in a conference room with Natasha on her back across the table, Melinda grinding down from above her and swallowing down Natasha’s groans, or pressed tight together in a janitor’s closet, Natasha’s jumpsuit unzipped to her navel with Melinda’s fingers pushed down under the fabric to stroke her pussy, grinning into each other’s mouths.
They fuck on the Helicarrier, Melinda bent across crates as Natasha works her clit from behind, Natasha on her knees as Melinda grips her hair and rocks forward against her tongue, Melinda pressing deep with four fingers as Natasha curses in Russian.
They fuck in safehouses, moans bouncing off the tiles in the shower, getting rug burn as they grapple on the floor, trying not to break another bed. Natasha kneels above Melinda’s face whilst Melinda grips her hips and hums against her cunt. Melinda arches against the sheets as Natasha gives her fingers and tongue and the heat of her mouth.
Nobody knows for certain, and no matter the risks they take, they’re never caught. Because Melinda and Natasha, they’re just that good.