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wandasmistress · 1 year
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Trapped
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Requests (2)- A bottom!Natasha x Reader where Natasha and the reader are heading to a mission spot and while they’re in the quinjet R is eating out and fingering Natasha + Bottom!Natasha x reader where they have sex on a mission
Synopsis- Steve shouldn’t have tricked you into going on missions causing Natasha to miss you dearly, but once you’re back for good there is always time to make up for what was lost.
Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader
Warnings- 18+ Content, and Steve?
Word Count- 4k
A/N- I’ve been really inactive for the past few months but I feel that I have got my motivation back to write so hopefully I can start to put out more stories :)
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Your body was exhausted to stay the least, it was a mistake for you to sign up for quick missions, a big mistake. The need to always be in non-stop action to rid yourself of growing daily boredom was prominent within you. You didn’t mind all that much because doing missions was something to keep you in check and present in reality, besides one other thing.
Because of that other thing which is a special someone that you dreaded leaving for missions. Each time boarding a quinjet or black decked-out SUV there would be a sorrowful presence looming at the door of the compound’s exit, Natasha. 
When you weren’t on missions she was your constant light throughout your day because with her around you never got bored and always had a fire to keep you lit inside. When she left for a lengthy recon mission months prior you had to do something to keep you entertained for the time being. That happened to be quick missions Steve had encouraged you to sign up for when he saw your lack of life as you stared out the compound’s grand living room window that held a magnificent view of the surrounding wilderness that kept you entranced for the time being while your lover was away.
What Steve “forgot” to mention to you is that if you signed up for quick missions it would be official for eight months, let's just say you almost got into a fight with America’s most beloved. Once you signed with your signature you couldn’t take it back. At first, it was fine for the months when Natasha was gone, you had something to occupy and eat up your time, but when she came back it was a different story. 
You still had four months left on your contract and time seemed to slow down significantly, so to Natasha, it felt like an eternity. Every time she saw you off a piece of her inner happiness chipped away while uncertainty replaced its spot. She was filled with tremendous dread and loneliness during all the nights she spent without you. She longed for your touch every second of the day and especially at night, she yearned for your company so bad it was absurd. 
She had been pestering Steve about taking you off the quick missions but he ignored her advances and excused himself immediately so he wouldn’t receive her raft. Constantly following him around the compound to disrupt his day, in her eyes if she couldn’t get any sort of peace,  why should he? During all the time she had been pestering Steve, it was the end of the eight months; she couldn’t have been more delighted. She was like a kid at a candy store, only a few feet taller, tapping her foot repeatedly against the pavement as she waited to hear the familiar buzz of the incoming quinjet.
Her deep red tresses swayed from the sudden gush of air, a dark shadow cast upon her from the monumental aircraft. The shadow was a stark contrast to the fierce light that was present in her from the thought of finally being able to have you fully.
Stepping off the mechanical quinjet for the first time in hours made you relieved to breathe in the fresh air, smelling blended natural fragrances and a familiar perfume that you knew all too well. It was in a flash and then the next moment you were bombarded with Natasha’s presence. It was hard for you to hug her back with your duffle bags still in your hands but you wasted no time in dropping them and enveloping her in your arms.
She clung onto you as a sloth does to a cecropia tree, her head buried deep in your chest as she took time to fully embrace your presence. You understood her actions because the last time you spent a full day together was two months ago, who knew how many small missions there were out there to be completed.
Natasha brought her head out of your chest and peered up at you. Taking in your wondrous features that she admired staring at during the brink of the night when the moonlight shined just perfectly on your dormant face. She would study you for hours until she fell asleep in your comforting hold with only the thought of you there with her lulling her to sleep.
“Take a picture Nat, it last longer.” You say softly to Natasha as your hands naturally travel towards her hips to hold onto them.
“Oh, shut up.” She lightly chuckled as she gave a gentle slap to your shoulder, “I would take a picture of you but it could never truly capture your beauty.” Her words made your cheeks heat up along with the way she was intensely staring at your face.
“I can tell you missed me because that was cheesy as fuck, but don't worry I forgive you for that cause I missed you too.” She rolled her eyes while letting out a breathy laugh at your response as her hands trailed up your abdomen and around your neck.
She came close to your face causing your breaths to merge, you could practically smell the minty freshness on the cusp of her breath, “But ‘Take a picture it last longer’ isn’t it?” Your mind was too hazed with the thought of her lips on yours to fully understand what she was saying. Leaning forward to catch her lips only for her to back away at the last second making a frown come to your face.
“Such a big baby, don’t worry you're gonna make it up to me with more than just kisses for your absence.” She teases you as she pecks the corners of your mouth then continues to give small kisses all around your face but never your lips which slightly agitates you.
Although, not more than Steve coming to interrupt your moment with Natasha. She instantly got annoyed as he rounded the corner. A glint of sweat can be spotted on his face meaning he ran twenty miles non-stop. 
With a roll of her eyes, Natasha instantly stares down Steve as he walks up to you both, her arms now crossed over her rigid stomach.
Steve awkwardly greets the both of you with a skittish wave as he avoids Natasha’s fierce gaze.
You greet him back satisfactorily, putting your hand on the lower part of Nat’s back to wordlessly communicate with her to acknowledge Steve.
“Steve.” Natasha bluntly replies, showing no ounce of welcome in her tone.
“I hate to say this, but you both need to meet me in the debriefing room. Be there in the next ten minutes.” He says with a militant tone, fleeing towards the door of the compound straight after his assertion.
Natasha made a move to follow him but was stopped by the firm grip on her waist that held her back. When she turned around with lifted eyebrows she was met with your unimpressed face as you rolled your eyes at her abrasive antics.
“I’m off of those little pesky missions now, there's no need to hold any grudges. Help me put away my stuff, yeah?” You softly ask her, reducing your hold on her waist because you trusted her enough to not go after Steve to give him a mouthful.
She shook her head and gave you a small smirk, “Since when did you turn into a peacemaker?” She scoffs slightly in a mischievous manner as she starts striding off.
You give a light chuckle at her words but wrinkle your eyebrows in confusion at her retreating form, “You're not gonna help with my bags?”
She turns around while still strolling with a charming pout on her face and shouts, “My hands are kind of tired from all the stroking they have been doing since someone wasn’t here to do it for me!”
Your face runs cold as her coy pout turns into a naughty grin. You're stuck in a trance at her distant figure and you swear you can see her hips swaying more than they were a few seconds ago. You wasted no time in picking up your duffle bags and catching up with her, she always had a way with words that left you awestruck.
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You and Natasha had just walked into the debriefing room Steve mentioned and the first thing your wondering eyes spotted was the brown box of your favorite, Dough Doughnuts. Treading straight towards the box of donuts as if your life depended on it; grabbing a plate from the table where the donuts were held to stack some of the pastries.
Helping yourself to multiple thick and doughy donuts put a bright smile on your face, “Help yourself, I got them for you, out of guilt.” Steve murmurs next to you rendering you to jump from the sudden surprise, managing to save your plateful of donuts as you turn towards him with a warm smile on your face.
You thank him genuinely, “although this won’t be enough for me to fully forgive you.” Your words cause him to take in a deep breath as you send him a shallow smile as you move around him and make your way to Natasha sitting at the immense oak oval table.
As you come closer to Nat she makes eye contact with you, her eyes broadening at your approaching figure. When you made it over she raised her right eyebrow as she eyed your plate stacked with donuts. By that time you had already started eating them on the walk over so when you spoke your mouth was full of mushed donuts.
“What? The last time I ate was hours ago.” You reasoned.
Natasha’s resting smirk only grew as she replied, “moya malen'kaya rybka fugu ”
You playfully narrowed your eyes as you took a seat behind her, quickly flashing your mouth full of mixed donuts only for her to swiftly pinch your stomach with a twisted grimace. Quietly chuckling to yourself as you got seated; Steve cleared his throat for both of your attention.
Just as he got attention to start speaking Natasha kicked up her feet on the deep oak conference table with a loud thud followed by a displeased sigh. You had to look away for a moment to contain your laughter, you had yet to ever see her be this petty towards Steve.
“I just wanted to start this meeting to say I never meant to have you sign up for the missions but no one else wanted to, and god knows the shield agents aren’t prepared enough for constant tasks like that. Leading to the point of this gathering, which is a final mission for you both.”
Natasha’s face turned into a passive expression that only Steve could see from his angle; a slight hesitation in his speech from the direct eye contact Natasha had with him.
“Don’t flip your lid Nat, this is a recon mission that should take less than a week. More of a getaway if you ask me, it’s in Madrid, I searched on that engine Googlet and their beaches are said to be nice during this time. The mission file is on the table, have fun ladies.” He declared before he left the room with a clasp of his hands.
There was a few seconds of brief silence until Natasha turned around in the twisty chair with her signature smirk ingrained on her face. She slowly arose from her position in her seat to saunter a few steps and rest herself on your awaiting lap. 
In between the mid-bite of a donut, you stared deep into her eyes, slowly moving the pastry away from your face to deliver a soft peck to her nose. Her face scrunching up in mock disgust as she pinched you on the cheek complaining about the sticky filling that now occupied her nose.
You couldn’t help but not take her words into account as you zoned her words out to only focus on the accentuating features that reeled you into her as a fisherman does to fish. The only thought on your mind was her ethereal beauty, not only did her outer beauty look so magnificent, her inner beauty was millions of times better. Cherishing the moments when her relaxed personality came out because of your presence; the way her face seemed to light up when you were near, and the way you found solace in her viridescent irises.
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You were standing in the cockpit, leveling the controls of the quinjet to kickstart the autopilot mode so you could catch up on some sleep that you dearly missed. As you were focused on turning on the alarm to notice another aircraft in the air, turning on the radar, and checking safety controls caused you to fail to notice the slim figure approaching from behind.
Nat takes this moment why you are in mental solitude to absorb your features; your concentrated face making a knot deep within her start to ache. The way your hands are flexed across the controls, moving in practiced synchronization as if you could do it perfectly with your eyes closed. Also, the small barely noticeable scars littered across your arms and hands that she knows all the stories to you, courtesy of you telling them to her in the deepest of the night as her head lay on your bare chest when sleepiness was absent.
She came up behind you while you were slightly leaning on the controls, encircling her hands around your stomach, laying her cheek across the side of your back as she watched the view of the endless clouds. This is where she loved to be, anywhere with you, no matter the place.
When you felt her hands on your abdomen a sense of warmness spread throughout your body at just her touch; what she could make you feel in just a matter of seconds was a feeling you always loved.
There was a few moments of sereness that passed by before her face shifted away from the clear window to face your back.
“I really missed this.”
You let out a small chuckle, pivoting your head scarcely to the left so you could see her out of the corner of your eye. “I never knew you were so needy, babe.”
She slaps your back with her right arm at your tease which causes you to tremble away from her grip but eventually turn towards her, leaning back on the controls now so you were face to face. 
“Well you have been away to satisfy my needs, and I can only do so much.” She expressed softly with a playful angry expression on her face as she stands on her toes to connect both your lips once and for all.
The laughter within your stomach automatically ceases as her plump lips come in contact with yours, being substituted with a desire. Your hands were quick to move up to her hips and gradually down to her plump bottom, giving a gentle squeezing. 
A soft moan discharged from her closed throat at the pressure that was so close to where she needed you to be. Her lips miraculously worked with yours in an erotic dance as the force of the kisses made each of your heads move back and forth. Her hands unhurriedly came up to your firm stomach for balance, her hands skimming over your clothed breast which made a groan escape between your parted lips as you came out of the kiss for air.
No words were uttered as you wordlessly looked into her eyes for the next few seconds, her dilated pupils and the salacious look that resounded within her darkening orbs made you dive in for more of what you so badly dreamed for.
Your hands left the position on her lower half to quickly cup her face and bring her closer while her soft tongue pressed against the entrance of your lips for admission to your tongue. Bestowing her access by parting your lips, your tongues clashed together in simultaneous congruence. A deprived moan came from the pit of her throat from the way your mouth deliciously sucked on her tongue. That eruption from deep within her vocal cords was the moment something clicked on inside of you to grant her real satisfaction.
You swiftly picked her up by the rear and carelessly sat her down on top of the controls, damn the quinjet because if you go down this would be a gratifying last moment of your life. While still retaining a steady pace of indulging in Natasha’s succulent lips, your hurried hands tugged at the hem of her leggings. She snickered as she caught onto your intentions and lifted her bottom so you could quickly pull her lower garments off. 
Greedy fingers instantly met Natasha’s clothed cunt moments after her leggings had been moved and forgotten by her ankles. You took your middle and pointer fingers together and rubbed them against her clothed protruding clit. Provoking a loud moan from her; your breaths integrating from the brisk withdrawal by both of your damp lips. Her right hand presently snaked up the back of your neck while her left hand rested on your shoulder; making eye contact with her as you devoted more pressure on her clothed clit, her pupil now a tiny black speck in the sea of inveigle basil green. 
Her eyes squeezed shut as they rolled back while her mouth hung open and twitched from the constant motion happening right where she needed you to be, her head inclining forward as you pressed harder. Your sweaty foreheads came together for only a moment until you shifted your head to start sending temperate but firm kisses along her face and later neck.
You had enough of taunting her, wanting to feel her needy opening sucking up your digits. Impatiently pushing aside her lacey panties as you were met with a beyond moist sticky cunt; quick to find her clit and begin irritating it for more pressure. 
Natasha’s celestial moans and faltering sighs filled the quinjet's advanced space, luckily it was just you two, or else things would have been inconvenient. Although your fingers did not just stop at rubbing her clit, too eager you wait not one more second and plunged them straight into her opening. A coarse protracted whine came from her hushed mouth, as her face rested on your shoulder she took the opportunity to bite down to help with the influx of pleasure she acquired in such little time. 
This didn’t deter you as you only started to pump your digits quicker, the only sound echoing throughout the aircraft was your low grunts now and then, Natasha’s moans that began to sound more like yearning cries, and her pussy making various squelching noises that rang like music to your ears as you continued to hammer into her.
It didn’t take long before that tight knot within her stomach that had been itching badly inside of her, in demand to be undone, finally erupted. When that knot flared deep in the pit of Natasha’s stomach that’s when a real guttural whine escaped from her lips. You knew she was quite the verbal person in intimate situations like this, but the moan that was unleashed from her sounded extra-terrestrial, an almost jarring roar that was brought out from a hidden place inside her.
You weren’t close to being done yet, the second you remove your fingers from her center a tired objection came from her heavy breathing mouth. Her muddled head leaned back until her heavy eyes looked upon your face, her creased eyebrows hinted to her examining your sudden action to stop. Before she could let out a weak protest you stuck your soaked fingers that had just been buried inside her past her plump lips and flat onto her unexpectant tongue.
She sucked her juices from your fingers slowly in a seductive manner as she kept eye contact with you; your knot within starting to beg for release just from the way her pristine lips grasped around your digits and slowly slid down the expanse of your fingers. When she popped the fingers out of her mouth you immediately brought them up to your lips to get a taste, unknowingly to you Nat’s eyes hazily watching the movement of your hands and the way you searched for any leftover taste of her on your fingers only for it all to be gone.
In a matter of seconds, your lips instantly met Natasha’s again, causing a groan to leave her from the force of roughness. In your little plan, you had found what you were looking for, but there was still some leftover taste of Nat scattered on her tongue. A deep moan set free from her drowsy self at the feeling of you sucking her tongue harshly. She brought her head away from yours slowly, a string of mixed saliva drooping between your faces as both your lustful eyes stared deep into one another's souls.
“There’s more where that came from.” She uttered in a husky voice.
After dispatching another quick peck to her lips, you sank to the ground in an instant. Your knees collided against the hard steel just as Natasha had spread her legs open, wide enough for you to have full sight of her exalted pussy that could never be replicated. Natasha took her bottom lip in between her teeth and smirked from the way you were taking time to adore her bare cunt as if she hadn’t told you to continue the vulgar actions that you were performing moments earlier.
It didn’t take you any longer to get back into the swing of things as your face merged into her sodden cunt, her thighs encompassing your head as her radiant smell plagued your sense as you took a deep breath in. Sticking your deprived tongue out from behind your lips that were submerged in her center, licking an elongated vertical line up her center. Her shivering that knocked you off your course made you resort to wrapping your hands around her outer thighs to keep her in place, talking into her pussy which sent a thundered hum attack her clit which stimulated her so much that she bucked and whined like a lost wolf that has strayed from its pack.
Her body shuddered from your attempted talking inducing numerous buttons on the control deck to be pressed while some switches flicked on and off. Your grip on her thighs constricted to ensure she changed no controls that would cause the quinjet to plummet to the ground instantaneously. Even with a slight chance of crashing, you stretched your hungry tongue past her entrance, and as deep as your face would let you without suffocating, making this another satisfying moment to go out. 
Your tongue wriggled back and forth inside of Natasha, numerous times pressing on the bundle of nerves that made her go crazy each time you hit it just right. Natasha needed something to hold onto as the knot in her came undone even more each second, her pale fingers sliding in between your locks and barring onto the roots. You hissed slightly from the tugging she would do every few seconds from hitting her g-spot now and then. That didn’t hold you back from going deeper as her taste was so addicting, her juices being like holy ale sent down from above just for you only, sacred nectar that could never be found anywhere on the earth no matter how hard you searched. 
Ultimately getting lost in the tempo and taste of Natasha brought her to another orgasm that struck her harder than last time tenfold, you were always so proficient with your tongue that she could never get enough. This time no sound was emitted from her opened mouth, only a sound of strangulation as she failed to take in air. Her tense chest heaved in and out as she got a hold of her breath but was still moments into seeing the stars. That was all muffled for you because she had you interlocked tightly within her pale plush thighs, her juices drenching your face as her cum oozed out from within her. You were entrapped, and truthfully, you don’t think you want to leave just yet.
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midgardianweasley · 2 years
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Where you are
Where you are.
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Summary: After the Sokovia Accords go downhill, your girlfriend has to go on the run, leaving you behind and clueless.
Warnings: just angst ig??
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: @marvelwomenslut wanted some fluff, so it was only the right thing to do to write fluff with a hefty side of angst<3 also, sorry for not posting in ages, college stole all my attention, but I’m hoping to write more now that I've got more free time!! (p.s. briefly proofread)
Taglist and requests are open:)
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It was a nice day to be at the Avengers compound today, it was raining heavily, but it was calming to hear the murmur of raindrops hitting the window in the background. You woke up this morning, if you could call it waking up, unsure of what term to use after a sleepless night, and immediately went to the compound gym to train.
You needed the distraction, and there was no better distraction than a punching bag. Or a dozen.
Everything had gone completely downhill since the fight over the Sokovia Accords. Rogers was off the grid, half of his team were imprisoned in the middle of nowhere, Tony shut himself off, basically, the team had fallen apart.
Your family, had fallen apart.
You could cope with it at first, harbouring some hope that everyone would be able to get on the same side had reassured you, surely if you could all survive alien attacks and robot armies, then a contract should be a piece of cake to figure out. Or so you thought.
After recruiting a few extra members for your team, including some sort of insect boy that Tony had found, you went to fight Rogers and his team. It did hurt you, not so much physically, but you couldn’t help but feel your emotions get the better of you when you stopped to watch everyone throwing punches and shooting god knows what. It couldn’t hurt as much as what it did now though.
From the very beginning, you’d always been on the same side as your beloved girlfriend, the infamous black widow, Natasha Romanoff. When she was helping Rogers find the Winter Soldier and Fury faked his death, you were right there to support her. In every battle the Avengers fought, you never let her out of your sight. You knew that she could defend herself and hold her own, of course she could, but that never stopped you hesitating occasionally to worry about her safety.
It’s because of that, that you felt your feelings were valid when you heard that she had gone on the run and was nowhere to be found. She’d gone on the run before, but you’d either been close behind her, or at least knew about it. This was the first time that you found out from some news reporter on the television, and you had to say, it sucked.
There were attempts to contact her, you knew that texts and phone calls were a long shot given that she went into hiding, but when Nick Fury couldn’t give you any more information than what the public had, you didn’t know what to do. What else could you do? Travel the entire world to find her? She could be anywhere, especially with her wide range of international contact. No matter how you felt towards the situation, towards her, your top priority was that she’s safe.
So, to avoid your brain creating fake scenarios that would only drive you crazy, you threw yourself into your training. Some days you’d wake up and feel too ache-y to even drag yourself downstairs to the gym, so you’d just lounge in the common area that was all too quiet for your liking. The room that was once filled with Thor’s booming voice, Banner and Starks mumbles about some science you never understood but you never had to, you’d be too focused on the woman in front of you to even pay attention, it was all gone. The room was dim, everything was turned off, you swear that if you tried, you could hear your own heartbeat.
You walked over to the fridge, helping yourself to some juice that you bought a few days ago, and when you picked up the carton, you could’ve sworn it felt lighter than when you last held it. But that was impossible, you were the only one here and there was only one other person who had the guts to steal your favourite drink. You didn’t allow yourself to humour the thought. Just a lapse in judgement, nothing else. It can’t be anything else.
Turning to place the glass on the counter, you grabbed the remote that was nearby to turn the tv on, not only to fill the silence, but lighten the room a bit. You didn’t really pay much attention, you just left it on whatever channel it was on and went back to what you were doing.
“Now I thought it was polite to offer your guest a drink.” A voice spoke from the couch.
You couldn’t tell if you just froze or jumped out of your skin. Potentially a bit of both. You didn’t need to see the face to know who it was in the room with you. You could pick that voice out of a million others. You knew it was her, your eyes immediately watering kinda gave it away. Still, you slowly turned back around, a figure you recognised all too well was illuminated by the light from the tv screen, but you could’ve been wrong, because the woman you knew had long red hair that was your favourite to braid, but this woman had hair you could only describe as shoulder length and platinum blonde.
She smiled a little, her hand coming up to twirl the ends of her hair.
“I know, it’s a pretty big change, but I think I like it. What do you think?”
You scoffed a little at her question, crossing your arms and doing everything you can to stop any tears from falling.
“Yes Nat, I love the haircut, you look amazing. Forgive me for not offering a drink, I seem to only have enough for one seeing as I’m the only one here.” You know your guard is up, so does Natasha, but you’re struggling to let it be anything else.
It doesn’t appear to put her off as she takes a few steps closer, still keeping the counter between the both of you.
“Well, you know what they say, sharing is caring, right?”
“Yes, right, just like how you so kindly shared your whereabouts with me? By your logic, it would appear you don’t care as much as you used to.” It was a slightly harsh comment, you knew that deep down, but all of the feelings you’d tried to repress over the weeks were starting to surface beyond your control.
“You’re mad.” She stated
“That’s one word you could use.”
She simply nodded, considering what to say next that’d let her remain in one piece.
“I never meant to hurt you, sweetheart.”
“Hurt me?”
She nodded again.
“Is that what it’s called when everything goes to shit and you’ve been left alone with no idea of where the people you call family are? I knew half of Rogers' team had gone, I knew Tony had hidden himself away, not certain of where, but I knew they were as safe as they could be. Yet, the one person I care about most? nada. You were on the run. That’s it. That’s all I had. You could’ve been with Rogers, you could’ve been in space, God, you could’ve been dead! And I would’ve had no idea.”
“Y/N please, you have to understand-”
“No. No, I always understand. I’m always on your side, no matter what. You know I would’ve run with you. Did you not trust me? Is that it?”
“I trust you with my life. You know that.”
“I just- I don’t- God, I don’t know.” You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration, unsure of what to do. Were you being rational? It feels rational. You know she had to go, the Secretary of state had it out for her arrest. But did it need to be all or nothing?
Tears were falling steadily now, there was no use in trying to hide it. It was near impossible to hide anything from Natasha anyway. You didn’t know whether you wanted to cry, scream, fall into her arms, kiss and make up or offer her your juice so the conversation could be avoided altogether.
“My sweet girl, please. Please don’t cry.” She stepped forward again hesitantly, her hands slowly coming up to pull yours out of your hair, which you didn’t stop her from doing, honestly, you missed her touch more than what you had thought.
“I know it must’ve been difficult since the Accords, especially being alone. You have no idea how many times I picked up the phone to call, but they would’ve found me, or they would’ve involved you, and I wanted you as safe as you could be. Please believe me, I never wanted to put you through that.”
She was stroking your cheeks now, trying to stop the tears from coming, though they’re too fast despite her attempts. You sniffled, wiping your face as well, hoping it could help stop the crying.
“I really missed you.” You shrugged, but smiled for the first time in weeks. Trust Natasha to make that happen. “I was scared something happened to you.”
“Well I couldn’t let that happen when I’ve got my best girl waiting for me at home now could I?”
“Oh? Where is she?” You joked, mostly amused now.
It also seemed to amuse your girlfriend as she shook her head in disbelief with a smile. “You know exactly where she is.”
“And I know exactly where you are.” You wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her so close to you that you weren’t sure there was going to be any breathing room left, but she didn’t seem to mind as you felt her hands on your back, holding you just as close.
“And you always will from now on.”
With that, you spent the rest of the day relaxing, putting the rest of the world on pause for a little while. For now, it was time for a catch up and making up for lost time.
@wandaromanova @eilarch @natashaswifey @lostandsearching @pottahishotasf @d14n4ol @xxromanoffxx @gimaximoff @marvelwomenslut​ @wandas-lunchbox​ 
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romanoffshouse · 7 months
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Y/N: Date of birth?
Natasha: December 3rd, 1984.
Y/N: Age?
Natasha: Can't you figure that out based on my date of birth?
Y/N: ....I'm a superhero, Natasha, not a mathematician.
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fetusgooseandjuice · 3 months
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Trust Me
Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: You haven’t been able to sleep in a couple weeks, and Natasha knows just the way to get you to close your eyes.
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: None? (If anyone finds any feel free to message me!)
Author’s Note: Heyy guys! I know I haven’t posted a fic in like 6 months, but I got writers block and it just never really went away. I’m not sure when I’ll post again, but I’ve had the idea for this fic for a while and I finally got the motivation to write it. It might not be that good but I hope you enjoy it at least a little! Think of it as a little Christmas gift :)
Author’s Note Pt. 2: Also, this is not proofread because I just wanted to get it posted so there might be some spelling and grammar errors!
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You heavily sighed once again for probably the fifth time in the past five minutes. It’s been a few hours since you and Natasha had called it a night, and yet here you were at nearly three in the morning still lying wide awake.
Although it’s not as if you were surprised or expecting anything else. You’d been having trouble falling asleep since the first night you and Natasha arrived in Norway.
Despite not having gotten many hours of sleep lately, for some reason you still weren’t tired and still could not fall asleep.
When your girlfriend came to you a week and a half ago and told you she had no other choice but to leave the states in order to evade the government after the whole incident between Tony and Steve, you instantly decided you’d be going with her without a second thought and left no room for her to disagree.
After all she should’ve known you’d follow her anywhere, but you guess it’s taken a toll on you.
You wanted to sleep, and yet you weren’t sure what was keeping you up. Maybe you were worried about something happening to Natasha?
‘What if she gets caught? Or what if we both somehow get hurt?’ you thought.
But you knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself and keeping you safe at the same time.
Even with the amount of times you told yourself not to worry, your mind wouldn’t listen.
You eventually sighed and turned your head to look at the redhead behind you. Her arms were wrapped tightly around you and no matter how much she shifted throughout the night, she never let you go.
The mere thought of that would be enough to bring a smile to your face if you weren’t so frustrated with yourself.
Deciding you’d had enough of laying there awake, you carefully unraveled your girlfriend’s arms from around you and slid out of bed.
You almost shivered at the cool temperature of the trailer as your bare feet touched the floor and you made your way into the kitchen.
The random plastic bags on the counter rustled as you rummaged through them in search of something to snack on, finally coming across a bottle of water and a pack of chips you’d never heard of.
As you went to open the cap of the bottle, a pair of arms slipping around your waist startled you. The yelp you let out made the person behind you chuckle, and you relaxed recognizing the sound.
“Sorry, malysh (baby).” Natasha said and you turned to look at her to see the apologetic look she had on her face.
You gave her a slight smile before shaking your head, “It’s okay. But what’re you doing up right now, Nat? You should be asleep, you need to rest.”
She dipped her head down to press multiple kisses to the skin of your neck, “I could ask you the same question because so do you.”
You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to leave the warmth of your shared bed without her noticing.
“I just couldn’t sleep.” you said, making her eyebrows furrow as you opened your water bottle and took a sip. “But I know you’re still tired so you should go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.”
“No, not without you.” Natasha was quick to disagree, “What’s going on, dorogaya (darlin)? You were yawning quite a bit before we went to bed. Why can’t you sleep?” she rested her chin on your shoulder, ready to listen to what you had to say.
You sighed realizing that you were going to have to have this conversation now. Your shoulders shrugged, “I don’t know.” was all you offered.
Natasha stayed quiet, giving you the floor for when you were ready to add on. A moment later, you did.
“I haven’t really gotten any decent sleep recently, so I’m not sure why I can’t fall asleep or why I’m not tired.”
Your girlfriend pecked your shoulder blade, acknowledging that she heard you.
“How long has this been going on for?” she asked.
For a second you went quiet, not exactly wanting to answer when you remembered that now that she knew, she wasn’t going to let it go until she made it better.
“Since we left the states.” you admitted.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Once again, you shrugged your shoulders, “I didn’t want to worry you.” you said. “You already have a lot on your plate with this whole situation and I didn’t want to add more to it.”
You heard Natasha sigh and now you appreciated that fact that you weren’t standing face to face at the moment.
“I guess I’m thinking too much.” you added. “At night I finally get the time to actually think about stuff, and I worry about you and if you’re going to be okay.”
Natasha was also glad you weren’t standing face to face right now because if you were, you would’ve seen the way her lips pulled into a smile.
“Well if you’re going to worry about me then I think I have every right to worry about you.” she chuckled and you fought back a smile at it.
“I’m sorry.” you said.
She didn’t say anything for a few moments until you heard her soft voice with that hint of rasp speak up.
“Look at me, krasivyy (beautiful).”
You craned your neck to see green eyes which were filled to the brim with love and tenderness staring at you, the singular warm light above the kitchen sink allowing her to see your sad ones.
The frustration that’d been building up in you beginning to melt away ever so slightly.
“I want you to talk to me about what you’re going through.” Natasha spoke. “I don’t care about what you think I might have going on, you’re always my first priority, okay?”
You nodded as she raised a hand to caress your cheek, brushing a hair behind your ear in the process.
“I love you too much to have you worrying that pretty little head of yours all alone when I’m always right here for you.” she pressed her lips to your temple to emphasize her point. “So promise me next time you’ll tell me if somethings wrong?”
“I promise, and I love you too, Nat.”
“Good,” Natasha smiled and leaned in to connect your lips in a loving kiss, pulling away shortly after and leaning her forehead against yours. “I’m going to be okay, so there’s no need to worry. We’re both gonna be okay, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you agreed. You knew Natasha would make sure of that.
“Alright, do you think you’re ready to head back to bed?”
You weren’t sure how to answer that. Even though you were relieved Natasha knew now and you talked about it, you still weren’t even close to being able to go to sleep.
“No,” you spoke quietly. “I’m still not really tired, and I honestly don’t know if I will be until this all blows over.”
Natasha went silent for a few moments, thinking. She turned you around to face her and moved your arms to wrap around her shoulders.
“Nat, what are you—”
“Shhh,” she interrupted your sentence, “Just trust me.”
So you did.
Her arms snaked back around your waist and pulled you into her. You weren’t exactly sure what she was doing until she began swaying with you from one side to the other.
You’d danced together before, but at Tony’s many parties. Not when you were trying to make yourself fall asleep.
“Nat, I don’t think—”
“You’re supposed to be trusting me. Do you not?”
“I do, but—”
“So shhh,” she said and you couldn’t help the little giggle you let out. “You said you were thinking too much, right?”
“Yeah.” you confirmed.
“So just relax and let me do all the thinking. I don’t want you to worry about anything except trusting me.”
“Okay.” you whispered, giving in and resting your cheek on her shoulder, allowing her to move you.
A few seconds later Natasha began humming. It wasn’t a song that you knew, but you recognized it as one of the many Russian lullabies she’s hummed and sometimes sang to you before.
The way she hummed them always made you feel relaxed and peace, and this time was no different. Because soon you started to lean into her more as you became more and more weary.
Your heavy eyelids fell shut and your head found security in her neck as you cuddled closer to it, happily letting her comforting scent soothe you.
After a couple of songs, Natasha finally looked at you to find you pretty much sound asleep.
She grinned to herself and pecked your head before lifting you into her arms, making her way back to your bedroom.
“Told you to trust me.”
~ end ~
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marieausparie · 4 days
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Nat: I need you
Y/n: Right now ? Okay alright ,how do you want me ? Right here ? Haven't done that one before, but theres a first time for everything right?
*Starts stripping *
Nat: actually i meant - forget it .You're right. I need you
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midastouch013 · 17 days
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Hickey Prank Backfire
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Summary: A hickey prank goes wrong
Warnings: Insecurities, Cheating (As a prank), Sad Nat, hurt/comfort.
Not Proofread, and also feel free to leave me requests for Nat, Wanda, Yelena and Kate. This won in the poll, and I'm writing the next per the vote results.
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It was 8 in the evening, and to say you were bored was an understatement, your job had finished earlier than usual, and with the fact that you'd already done everything you could think off, you sat on your phone mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, when a particular one caught you.
It was a hickey prank, what's the worst thing that could happen, right?
So there you sat, watching The Suits, as you waited for your redheaded girlfriend to come home.
When Natasha finally arrived, her eyes lit up at the sight of you, and she hugged you warmly. "Missed me?" she teased, a genuine smile playing on her lips.
"You have no idea"
The evening started on a cheerful note with her mission having gone well and no one being hurt. Laughter filled the apartment as she laughed at you clumsiness, her voice making you smile too, and you relished the moments spent with Natasha.
As the night progressed, Natasha's playful demeanor shifted, her eyes seeming to darken, and innocent banter morphing into one of dirty ones, as Natasha's touches grew more lingering.
"Is that so?" Natasha whispered, her voice dropping to a low, husky tone, her fingers tracing a path up your arm. A shiver ran down your spine, and you felt the atmosphere growing heated.
"Mhmm"
The redhead moved to sit on your lap, start to leaving love bites on your neck, when she suddenly pulled away, getting of your lap
"What happened?" you asked worriedly. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at Natasha, genuinely unaware of what was wrong, forgetting about the prank you had planned earlier.
Natasha's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on your neck. "This," she pointed, her voice steady but tinged with a mix of frustration and hurt.
You instinctively touched your neck, trying to figure out what had caught her attention, when you remembered your prank, and decided to keep on with the act for the fun of it. "Oh, that? Must be a scratch or something. I didn't notice."
The room fell into an uneasy silence as Natasha continued to scrutinize you. Her disappointment and disbelief were palpable, and you struggled to maintain the façade of obliviousness.
"A scratch?" Natasha's tone carried a note of skepticism. "Y/N, I may not have been here for a few days, but I know my way around your neck pretty well."
You blinked. "Maybe I scratched myself and forgot about it. It happens."
Natasha's eyes bore into yours, and you could sense her frustration growing. The air thickened with tension as the truth hung in the balance, a delicate dance of deception and realization.
"You're lying, that's not a scratch"
The room felt smaller, the once-cheerful atmosphere replaced by an uncomfortable silence. You tried to read Natasha's expression, but the hurt in her eyes was unmistakable. The line between prank and betrayal had blurred, and you could see it was going overboard, when you noticed her subtly lean away.
You cracked, finally admitting "It's just a prank Nat, See" you rubbed the mark away"
"A prank?" Her tone turned colder, disappointment creeping into her eyes. "You thought it would be funny to pretend you've been with someone else?"
" It was meant to be a p-"
Natasha cut you off, her disappointment palpable. "This isn't a prank, Y/N. Trust is not something to be taken lightly."
Natasha's expression softened, and not in a good way, the hurt still lingered. "Trust is everything to me, Y/N. I don't appreciate jokes about betraying that trust."
"Nat, no, it's just a prank. I didn't mean to—" you began, but Natasha's stern look silenced you.
Her gaze bore into yours, and the room seemed to shrink. "This isn't just a joke, Y/N. You know how much I struggle with trust, especially after everything I've been through. And you choose to pull something like this?"
The gravity of your mistake hit you like a punch to the gut. You, who knew her vulnerabilities so intimately, had thoughtlessly triggered the very fears she fought against.
Natasha's eyes, once filled with warmth and trust, now held a guarded sorrow. "I thought you understood me better than this."
The room fell into a suffocating silence, each passing moment amplifying the hurt between you. Natasha stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor, and she walked away without another word. The door to your shared room closed with a quiet click, leaving you alone in the heavy silence.
Guilt gnawed at you as you sat there, realizing the depth of Natasha's pain. It wasn't just a harmless prank for her; it was a breach of the trust you had cautiously built. As the minutes ticked by, you knew that mere apologies wouldn't be enough to mend what was broken.
Over the next few days, the apartment felt emptier than ever. Natasha remained secluded, the distance between you growing. Every attempt to apologize or ease the tension was met with a cold silence. The weight of her hurt hung in the air, and you were determined to do everything in your power to make amends.
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Late one evening, you found Natasha sitting alone on the balcony, gazing at the city lights. The air was thick with tension, but you couldn't let the silence persist any longer. You approached cautiously, the weight of guilt heavy on your shoulders.
"Nat," you began, your voice softer than usual, "I messed up, and I'm truly sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I know I can be an idiot sometimes, but this wasn't just thoughtless; it was insensitive, and I should've known better, especially with your history. "
Natasha remained silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on the city below. Finally, she sighed, a mixture of resignation and vulnerability. "Y/N, you have to understand. Trust is fragile for me. I need time."
" I understand, I'll sleep in the guest room tonight" You said dejectedly, walking away before softly muttering "again"
Over the next week, you threw yourself into a series of heartfelt gestures, each carefully designed to convey your remorse and reinforce your commitment to Natasha. Small notes expressing your love and appreciation dotted the apartment, hidden in places you knew she'd discover throughout her day. You cooked her favorite meals, organized movie nights with films that held sentimental value for both of you, and even arranged a surprise picnic in the park, complete with all her preferred snacks.
However, Natasha remained somewhat distant, accepting your gestures with a quiet acknowledgment but not fully letting down her guard. It was clear that the hurt ran deep, and the emotional chasm between you persisted. Undeterred, you continued your efforts, understanding that healing would require patience and persistence.
And finally, when you felt like you were going to burst if you spent a singular day more without being able to kiss the redhead, to hold her, hell just talk to her like before, you spoke up.
You were both in the living room, unspoken tension that neither of you seemed willing to break. Natasha's eyes, usually warm and inviting, now held a guarded look that hinted at a deep sense of hurt and disappointment.
"Nat, we've got to talk about what happened. It's been too long," you say finally.
She sighed, avoiding your gaze. "What's there to talk about, Y/N? You thought it was funny to pull a stupid prank, and now we're dealing with the aftermath."
You could sense the bitterness in her tone, "It's not just about the prank, Nat. I want to understand how it made you feel. I care about you, and seeing you hurt is the last thing I want."
Natasha scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Words won't change what happened. You can't just undo the hurt."
You moved closer, reaching for her hand. "I'm not trying to undo it, Nat. I just want to understand, and I want to be here for you. Please, talk to me."
She pulled her hand away, frustration etched on her face. "Talking won't change anything. It won't erase the fact that you thought it was amusing to play with my trust."
You took a deep breath, realizing that coaxing Natasha into a more open conversation would take time. "Nat, I messed up, and I'm genuinely sorry. I know words won't change the past, but they can help us move forward. Let me in, please."
She hesitated, her gaze flickering between your eyes. After a moment, she sighed, relenting slightly. "Fine, talk. But don't expect me to pour my heart out just because you're apologizing."
You nodded, respecting her boundaries. "Okay, I'll start. I should've thought about how the prank might affect you, especially with your history. It was thoughtless, and I regret it. I want to make things right."
Natasha remained silent, her arms crossed defensively. You continued, undeterred, "I care about you, Nat. More than anything. If I could turn back time, I would. But since I can't, all I can do is apologize and try to understand how to make things better."
She finally met your gaze, a mix of skepticism and wariness in her eyes. "Make it better? How?"
"By talking," you replied. "By letting me in, so we can figure this out together. I want us to get through this, but I need your help."
Natasha sighed, her walls slowly starting to crumble. "I don't know, Y/N. Trust is a fragile thing for me. It's not easily repaired."
"I get that," you said softly. "But shutting me out won't help either. I'm not asking you to forgive and forget. I'm asking you to let me in, so we can work through this together."
As Natasha reluctantly agreed to talk, a palpable tension still lingered in the room. You sat down beside her, maintaining a respectful distance, and began the conversation.
"It's not just about trust. It's about feeling like I'm not enough. That I'll lose the people I care about." she began slowly
"Nat, you are more than enough for me. I love you for who you are, and I want to work through this together."
" But what if one day you realise that my life is too harsh, or that I'm a monster because off all those people I killed, Hell, I think I'm a monster myself."
"N-"
"Let me finish. What if? What if you actually left. Because, I've lost a lot of things in my life Y/n, I'm not-" her voice cracked "I'm not ready to lose you"
And with that, restraint was broken, and you were gathering her into your arms which she graciously accepted, pushing herself into you as you felt silent tears slip onto your shirt.
After a while, when she had calmed down, you pulled away just enough to see her face "You mean the world to me, Nat. I want to show you how much I love you."
She looked at you, curiosity and a touch of wariness in her eyes. Without saying anything, you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, a silent promise of comfort and understanding.
"I know actions speak louder than words," you said, your lips brushing against her temple. "And I want to show you, every day, that you're the most important person in my life."
Your kisses moved down to her cheek, each one carrying a message of love and reassurance. Natasha's guard started to soften as she allowed herself to feel the genuine affection behind your gestures.
Finally, you pressed a lingering kiss on her lips, pouring all your emotions into that moment. "I love you, Natasha Romanoff. And I'll do whatever it takes for us to work, whenever."
She looked at you, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions—vulnerability, gratitude, and a growing sense of warmth. The scars of the past week were slowly healing, replaced by the promise of a stronger, more resilient connection.
You loved Natasha Romanoff, and never were you pulling a prank on her again, but little did you know Natasha was planning one on you
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natsglorifiedsimp · 3 months
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Something Changed 2
A/N: You guys asked for it.
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Part 1
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Tasha's POV
"Hey, Maria!" Natasha called.
Natasha noticed the subtle eye rolling of Maria. She squinted her eyes. It was unusual for Maria to act like that especially cause she's been helping her get to date you.
"What do you want Natasha?" she grumbled.
Natasha was taken aback by this. "Jeez, I'm just asking about Y/n." another eye-roll was given to Natasha. "Have you seen her? I haven't seen her on campus."
"Glad you noticed, Natasha" she sarcastically said. Maria feigned a thinking posture and started to glare at Natasha, "Let's see hmm" Maria said with diction.
"How about the fact that you've been ignoring her since you and Wanda dated and now she's gone off to Los Angeles leaving us behind because of you!" Maria gritted her teeth trying to contain her anger because you were in the hallway where students were passing around thinking Natasha and Maria were doing a secret drug deal.
"W-what?" Natasha stuttered. "I-I haven't ignored her."
"Save me the drama, Natasha. All you think about is yourself." Maria said.
Natasha was so confused. She didn't know what she did to you. She hurriedly texted you, hoping you'd give her some explanation but all was left delivered. That's not usually you. You always reply as soon as you see the message pop.
Natasha back reads you guys' conversation. Seeing if there were any clues on when are you going to LA or something that would hint at anything.
But all she saw was how she neglected you. She could see in every message how much you needed her. She missed your rants, your rambles, and everything that you guys would do when you hang out.
She broke her promise.
Y/n's POV
LA was different. The school was fine so far. No one dumped milk on your hair yet. No one made fun of you yet. And you were hoping it would stay that way.
The new environment was hard for you. It is hard to start a conversation with people when you don't know who they are. Natasha always does the talking. But somehow in this world, you are the one who needs to adjust.
Even if the people were friendly, throwing a smile at you or saying hi, somehow you still felt timid and awkward. You were scared to make friends.
Cause you know they will leave again.
Natasha did. What could any of these peer's differences be?
You cried every night knowing you had no one cared. That even if you consider them your best friends they will never think of you the same way. You were an option. You are a pawn to someone's real agenda.
You cried because you knew how much you cherished friendships. You knew to yourself that you would care and love people and go out of your way just to be there for them.
But somehow with you, it was always the opposite.
You are left alone, and when you thought someone cared...
She never really was.
Natasha's POV
She tried calling you a million times, even called your parents just to have a chance to talk to you. To apologize. But you were too far gone.
She may have found the love of her life but she left you. She left you feeling like she didn't care. She disregarded your feelings and put herself first. She took advantage of you.
Natasha regretted everything that she did. Everything that she broke. She knew how much you value friendships and she also knew how to break it.
There were no more Y/n. The laughter you shared is now a glimpse of memories that she wished would last forever. Love may have come her way but she didn't have to run you over just to find it.
You were her person.
But i guess...
Loving involves losing right?
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cjjohansson · 5 months
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from across the room, to between the sheets.
natasha romanoff x reader. - for months you have been longing for her. tonight it finally changes. -
reader has a penis. fluff? SMUT! oblivious reader? who knows. i don't.
18+!!!!!
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It first happened at a party Tony hosted. You thought it was innocent at first. The way she kept staring at you while she stood with her boyfriend's arm around her shoulders. But everytime she looked at you, you couldn't help but stare back. Your eyes continuously move slowly down her body, drinking her in. She has always been beautiful. Sexy even. And anyone who ever told you that THE Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff, wasn't beautiful or sexy…were simply blind or idiots. 
You could talk about her for hours. Well at the start it was mainly about her body. But after that one party conversations flowed through you both. They came naturally. The connection instantly there as you spoke about everything and nothing at the same time. 
You both bonded over your traumatic childhoods at 3am when you were both plagued by nightmares. Which you always found amusing at how you both found each other even when you both lived at 2 different ends of the Avengers compound. 
You were a SHIELD agent and one of the best so to say. You weren't originally based there, you had only recently been moved a few weeks before the party.  
But it was like as soon as you both laid eyes on eachother you were both hooked. Like it was a secret connection that no one could know about. Her boyfriend was on the team. It would cause problems at work and it wasn't worth it. But she WAS worth it. 
The times she held you in her arms when you couldn't shake off a bad flashback after a nightmare. Her hand carding through your hair, her body pressed tightly against hers. You would be dead if her boyfriend had seen. 
You were friends. Good friends. But nobody knew. Nobody could ever know. She was technically your superior. SHE HAD A BOYFRIEND! 
Tony practically hosted parties every month. 
The same thing happening over and over. You would feel her eyes on your back and when you turned you were always met with her low smirk and longing eyes. But again he was always next to her. 
It happened for months, secret meet ups whenever one of you had a nightmare, your phone flashing up filling your dark room. A text from her. Always a simple text. ‘The garden.’ You would be out of bed in seconds. You had even gone as far to change the ringtone of her text, even when sleep filled you the sound of your phone recognising her text tone brought you straight out of sleep. 
It was difficult. Being friends with her was difficult, even though it felt like the easiest thing in the world. You started to think about her more often. She would plague your thoughts, the need to be next to her filled your bones. All you could think about was her, every second of every day she was in your head. There was no doubt that by this point you had fallen in love with her. She wasn't just beautiful or sexy. She was caring, strong minded, and intelligent. She was no longer just a body you could admire from far away. She was now a real human who your heart couldn't not fall for. It was stupid. 
God of course it was stupid. The whole time, from the moment you met her, she belonged to someone else. Her body laid with another. But your brain couldn't stop telling you maybe she liked you too. Why else would she seek comfort in another when she has someone already?
You always wanted to ask, but part of you also never wanted to know the truth. So you never asked. 
You thought a secret was better than nothing. So if that was the only way you could have her then that is how you would take it. 
But that all seemed to change when Tony hosted another party 8 months after you had first laid eyes on her. 
Your body shook in the elevator as you made your way to the party floor. The frill of finally seeing her again consumed you. You hadn't seen her for a week, she had been away on a mission and when she had come back you had them left for one too. You had only gotten home that morning. You couldn't wait to see her across the room, couldn't wait to see her smirk fill her face as your own eyes took her whole self in. 
You heard her before you saw her. Her infectious laugh had your head instantly turning to the bar where she stood with no other than Clint Barton. You knew he was her best friend. Maybe now after 8 months you could finally approach her in public but your whole body froze when you saw Bucky Barnes, her boyfriend, walk up behind her and throw his arm around her shoulders and pull her into a half hug. You turned in the other direction after that. But if you hadn’t maybe you would have seen the way she pushed him off of her and punched his shoulder calling him an idiot. 
You once again stood far away from her, but never once letting her out of your sight. You wondered if she could feel your eyes on her. And your question was answered when she turned away from the bar and her eyes instantly met yours. You had to hold the blush that threatened to creep up your throat over her finding you. But that wasn't what shocked you. What shocked you was her turning back to the bar and grabbing another beer, her feet moving her in your direction and before you knew it she stood in front of you. 
It was like you could feel everyone's eyes on you. People were definitely wondering why Natasha was approaching you of all people. Especially Bucky Barnes. 
“I missed you this week.” Natasha sheepishly muttered as she handed you the beer from her hand. Your blush came at full force then. “I missed you too.” You couldn't help but take a nervous sip of your drink as she chuckled at you. 
“Stop thinking about everyone staring at us.” Nat said louder this time, her eyes staring intensely into yours. “Well it is very hard to not think about it when your boyfriend looks like he wants to come over here and rip my head off.” You chuckle back at her taking another sip on your drink, but quickly shut yourself up when you notice her confused expression on her face. “And who is my boyfriend?” You choked on the drink in your mouth. Was she being serious? “Er? Bucky?” You reply, nerves filing your body once again. She laughed loudly at your reply, jokingly wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. You had never felt so confused. “Bucky? My boyfriend. No, definitely not.” Okay, definitely confused.
“Wait, what? He isn’t your boyfriend?”
“Have I ever said he was?”
“Well no, I just, whenever we are at parties he always has his arm around you and whispers things in your ear…I just assumed…”
“Ohh you assumed? Well you’re very wrong.” Her smirk back on her face as she now takes a sip from her drink. Her eyes flutter over your face, then they lower, following your whole body as she takes in your suit. “You look really, really nice tonight.” Natasha’s voice turns husky as she takes a step closer towards you. Your body is heating up over just her voice, your head feeling dizzy at how perfect this woman is. You manage to swallow the breath you were holding and find the courage to reply, “And you Tasha, are looking as beautiful as ever.” Her cheeks flood red, she lowers her head in embarrassment, you already knew how much she hated being complimented. 
You feel your arm move before your brain can actually catch up, your arm hooks around her waist and pulls her closer. Part of you expected her to back away. But instead she willingly moves closer herself, her right hand coming up and laying on your chest. 
You can feel everyone's eyes on you even more than you did a moment ago. The movement is so intimate and vulnerable. And she, the big bad Black Widow, was letting it happen. You feel as she takes a breath, her head finally lifting. Her eyes meet yours. And it feels as though everyone who was staring is no longer in the room. It is just you and her. 
“I don't know if it is just liquid courage, and I promise I’m definitely not drunk but I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while…” Natasha breaths out, nerves filling her body, an action you feel is so rare from the woman in front of you. 
“You can tell me anything.” 
“I…I have liked you since the moment I laid eyes on you 8 months ago in this very room. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you…I just, I didn't want to lose whatever we had but I spoke to Clint and…”
“You spoke to Clint about me?” A teasing grin falls on your face, your insides feeling warm and fuzzy over her admission. “Is that all you have to say about what I just told you? Come on Y/n…I like you, and I like you a lot, like you consume…” Your hand touches her cheek first, your fingers play with some hair that has fallen onto her face. “Can you stop talking for 2 seconds and let me kiss you Tasha.” 
“Yes, yeah. I would very much like…” Your lips touch hers before she can finish her sentence. Your hand on her cheek holds her securely on your lips. Both of you move together, you move as one. Her hand curls around the edge of your suit jacket, pulling you impossibly closer to her. She can most likely feel your heart beating out of your chest as her tongue swipes against your lower lip begging for entrance and you want to allow it but the people in the room come back to your mind as well as your trousers tightening around you. You smile against her lips, her own curling up after yours as you both pull away from one another.
“I wish we could leave right now but people would definitely talk more about us than they are already going too.” She whispers between you both, her lips red and slightly swollen. 
“Yeah well they better not look down then.” You awkwardly murmur to her. Her eyes fly down and then back up again as your cheeks burn red again. “I don’t think I can stay here knowing you have a problem that I am very capable of sorting out.” Natasha huskily replies, her eyes darkening, she looks up at you through her eyelashes and you swear you feel yourself get even harder. You groan in annoyance. Your head leaning down to press into her forehead. “You're killing me right now red…” Natasha leans up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. Her head then moves so she can whisper in your ear, “Please, lets just leave…” She practically begs. You nod your head, your body winning over. She turns in your arms. Her ass pressing into you and you have to swallow the moan that comes over you. Your beers are long forgotten on the table you were standing next to. Your heavy arms are now around her waist and you bring her even closer to you. You both walk through the room attached to one another. People stare and all Natasha can do is chuckle at their faces. 
As soon as the elevator doors close, she turns in your arms. Her body once again leaning against yours as she chases your lips. A whimper leaves her mouth as you grip her ass and press her into you, your lips finally meeting hers. Her hand moves down to grip you through your trousers, a moan leaving your mouth at the sudden action. You manage to move your leg between her legs, her body shuddering as you take a hold of her hips. You grind her hips hard into you, her body shaking as she feels your muscles through your trousers. Your own body shudders when you feel how wet she is. 
“Fuckk, baby…” she moans as you start to move her faster against you, her body tensing up, your instinct telling you she is already close to cumming has you moving one of your hand to your trousers and opening them, your trousers becoming painfully tight over the sinful sounds falling from her. Natasha moves her lips down your neck, she bites and sucks all over your neck until you are moaning loudly, her face pulling into a smirk when she realises she has found one of your spots. She chuckles lowly against you but gets cut off as you pull her down even harder onto your leg, her hips moving faster as she suddenly cums. Her body tenses and her head falls against your shoulder. Her breathing fast, while she slows her grinding and then comes to a stop. 
Her hand instantly moves to your boxers but before she can touch you the doors to the elevator open and she is pulling you along to her bed room. 
You're not given the chance to even acknowledge her room as she pushes you up against the wall and her lips are instantly latched back onto yours. Her hand now successfully wraps around your hardened length as she jerks you teasingly. Your hands come up to her back, fingers finding the zip of her dress and pulling it down. She removes herself from you and steps out of her dress, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head when you take note of her bare body. It somehow makes you feel hotter knowing she was wearing nothing underneath her dress. You kick off your own shoes, pull down your own trousers and boxers, kicking them off somewhere in the room as Natasha starts to undo your shirt buttons. But they seem to annoy her as she chooses to rip your shirt instead. 
The showing of her strength has your breathing deepen. She looks up at you innocently, moving to leave a kiss on your lips, you go to chase them but stop when you notice her lowering herself onto the floor. Your eyes follow hers and take note on how she keeps eye contact while she teasingly licks the tip of your dick, your hips buck, impatience filling you, she notices the change in your face, desperation overtaking you and she finally wraps her lips around you. She takes you slowly, her head bobbing up and down until her nose finally touches your stomach. You try to stop yourself from thrusting but the sound of her gagging has you gripping the back on her head and start to fuck her mouth. 
You groan at the muffled sounds coming from her, your abs tightening as you pull her on and off of yourself. “Gon cum if you keep doing that baby girl.” Natasha’s eyes go hazy at your words, her body falling into submission as you bring her back to your tip. “You wanna make me cum?” Your cocky tone turns her on as she nods her head with you in her mouth, she brings one of her hands up to grip onto the base of your cock. Her hand and head falling into a rhythm. “Sh-shittt, gonna, I’m gonna cum.” You husk out, you half expect her to pull away but are met with her eyes connecting to yours once again and her head moving faster, you instantly understand, your hand pulling her hair into a ponytail, and fucking her mouth again, both of your groans fill the room and your body flinches as you finally release your cum into her mouth. She keeps sucking you dry as your body slumps against the door. She eases off of you slowly, getting back up to her feet. Her face comes into view and you feel yourself start to get hard again over the dopey expression on her face and the cum that is glistening on her lips. 
You don't stop yourself when you lean to kiss her, pulling her body closer to you once again. You never want to experience her body never being this close to you ever again. Her stomach presses against your already hard again dick and you pull her over to the bed. You sit comfortably against the headboard while she climbs onto your lap, leaving hot wet kisses over your neck as she grinds her hips over your dick. 
Your hands fall to her hips to lift her up, her hand flies down and moves your head to her opening. You slowly lower her, letting her get used to your size before you even attempt to move. "Fuckkk, baby you're so big." She breathes into your mouth as she starts to move her hips up and down at a slow pace. 
Your brain instantly falls into how you want the rest of this night to go. "Be a good girl and take it, yeah.." You reply as you slowly flip her over, with yourself still inside of her. "Fuck detka..." Natasha pants as you grind into her steadily. The russian falling from her lips turning you on even more. Her face contorts as you hit the perfect spot inside of her, her legs coming to move around your waist holding you tight, her hands falling tightly onto your back as she digs her nails into you.
"Fucking me so good..." Natasha breathlessly moans into the room, her body moving to meet your thrusts halfway. She grinds her hips into yours, her hands stretching down your back, mostly likely leaving blood in their movements, her mouth falling open in a silent moan as you pull out to the tip and slam back into her. 
You pull her hands from your back, not letting up your thrusting as you lay her hands above her head, your hands grip onto hers as you thrust even harder into her, you watch as your hands drain with colour with how tight she is holding you, “Wanna hear you scream for me, baby girl. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” You pant out into her ear, her head nods as she moans sinfully. You repeat your action from earlier, you pull out so only the tip is still in her and roughly fill her up again, her moans getting even louder. You don't stop that action, loving the way her eyes close and pornagraphic moans leave her as you fill her up. You fill her up fast, your head moaning down to rest on her shoulder as you groan against her hot skin. Her head flies back at your rough thrusting. 
The whole room feels hot, her skin against yours feels hot. Your deep panting mixing with her moans.
You feel yourself coming closer to the edge, but you want her to cum with you. Your hands release hers and one moves to support yourself on the headboard, her hands moving back to grip your back, your other hand snakes between your bodies reaching her clit. "FUCK, Y/N! Don't stop, don't stop!" Natasha finally screams so loud you fear people at the party will hear her but you don't stop, your dick continues to move inside of her at a fast pace, your thumb speeding up the circles on her clit.
"Want you to cum inside, together." She says before she moves her lips between your neck and collarbone, her teeth biting into the area, she instantly tightens around you, her walls squeezing you to the point you have to change to deeper short thrusts. Your body is on hyperdrive at the thought of painting her walls with your cum. “You feel so fucking good, shittt. I’m gonna cum” Natasha moans.
"Okay baby, okay....cum- cum for me" You stutter out as you feel her gush around you, her cum hitting your stomach as you pull back more, your body tensing as you release inside of her, her body shaking as feels you cum inside. Your thumb slows down along with your hips, silently not wanting this to end. You look down not wanting to miss the way both of your cums mix together and squirt out between your thrusts.
Your moments eventually stop, her hands coming up to play with your hair, your body collapsing onto hers. Your body keeps shuddering as you feel her clench and unclench around you. Your dick already starting to get hard again. She brings your face out of her neck and kisses you slowly. It soon moves to passion as your hips slowly start to move inside of her again. Already wanting to take her all over again. She is like a drug, and you already know you're addicted.
“Fuckk baby, you're perfect, you're mine okay? You're mine…” You moan possessively against her lips, her own lips pulling into a smirk as she whispers back into your lips, “I was yours from the moment we laid eyes on each other.”
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scarbabe · 5 months
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Nat: I said no, Y/N. I'm not going on a date with you.
Y/N: But whyyyyy?
Nat: I don't like you that waaay
Y/N (Gasping for air): He-lp!
Yelena: OMG she's having a heart attack
Nat: What!??!
Y/N: it hurts... My chest hurts
Nat: Y/N, you're gonna be okay, yeah? Just breathe for me, baby please.
Y/N (tears falling down her eyes): I don't want to die, Nat.
Nat: It's ok, you're not dying. Not in my watch. YELENA, CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE!
Y/N: I'm fine, Nat. Let me rest. It's no use for me to live, you don't love me.
Nat: No, Y/N, stop. Don't say that, I love you. I lied ok. Please don't leave me, I love you.
Y/N:.........
Yelena:........
Y/N (getting up like nothing happened): I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT!
Yelena: Give me my part!
Y/N, handing Yelena a twenty bucks.
Nat: YOU BETTER SAVE YOUR ASS, Y/N IN THREE, TWO-
Y/N: TOOOOOWWNEEEEEY! AHHHH HELP ME, TOWNEEEYY!
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wifeofwandamaximoff · 5 months
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Y/n: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Nat: Y/n, that's a coma. Y/n: Sounds festive.
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Kinktober (31)- Bite Me
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Natasha X Reader 18+
Summary: After being edged all night, you’re desperate for Natasha to give you your release, but she’s adamant on hearing you beg for what you want her to do.
Warnings/Tags: Strap-on, Rough Smut, Dom Nat/Sub Reader, Biting during sex, Vampires, Choking, Squirting, Dirty Talk, Degrading
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"Fuck," you moaned as the toy was thrusted into you, her hips flush against yours while your head lolled back against her shoulder, a desperate noise leaving you. "Nat, please," your tone laced with lust and desire as she slowly pulled her hips back, gradually sliding the strap on back into you to fill you up again, another sinful noise being dragged out of you.
"Please what, Detka?" she hummed, her hands gliding down your body, teasing the skin with her nails as she scratched along your abdomen softly, your hips twitching at her touch. You needed her to move. You had been teased enough already.
"Please just let me come," you whisper, her free hand lifting your head off her body so she could pepper kisses along the side of your jaw, smirking against the warm skin as you pushed your hips back against hers. "I need you, please fuck me," you groan as her fingers find your clit, slowly circling it to keep up with her teasing.
"But do you deserved to be fucked, Detka?" she mutters against your skin, her fangs grazing the juncture of your neck, your breath hitching. "You were such a bad girl, being such a brat," her tone dropping an octave as her free hand moves to settle on your throat, the sensation of her hand and teeth causing your mind to cloud with arousal, "I'm not sure you deserve to be fucked like my little slut, do you?"
"No," you say, agreeing with her as, after your stunt, you deserved the punishment, your head tilting to look into her darkened and enticing green. "But I can't take it anymore, so please," your tone is nothing but desperate, the redhead's gaze softening for a moment as she had been harsh with your punishment, your body feeling as though it had been edged for hours on end now.
"You're so lucky I love you," she mutters, claiming your lips, feeling you smile into it as her hands move to settle on your waist, her hips snapping up into yours, the toy thrusted roughly into you causing a moan to escape you. Her mouth moves to kiss along your neck, her fangs purposely grazing the skin to fuel both of your arousals, relentlessly pumping the toy into you as you chant her name, her hands keeping your body upright.
"That's it Detka, take it like the good little slut you are," she pants at the shell of your ear, your body clenching tightly around the toy as pleasure sparks through you, nothing but her name and sounds of pleasure being torn out of you.
Her hand circles around your body once again as more dirty words are whispered into your ear, the heat between your thighs unbearable as you throb around the toy, your body begging for its release as your mind is clouded with euphoria, vision almost blurring at how amazing everything felt.
Natasha's pace never eased as she mercilessly fucked the toy into you, giving you the rough fuck you wanted as you desperately wanted to feel her fill you up, to feel the sensation of coming all over her cock.
"Nat," you moaned, hand reaching wildly behind you to reach her red hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you held onto her for support, your legs trembling as your orgasm neared. The other woman's lips tugged up into a smirk at your tone, her fangs pressing down against you softly, the sensation odd but addictive as you wanted her to do it again but harder. "Harder, please," you whisper as she gathers that you don't mean her hips as they're already pounding into you, her fangs teasing you by only pressing a little harder.
"Nat," you whined when you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of your release, wanting to feel her teeth sink into you.
"Y/n," she mocked your tone, "Come on Detka, tell me what you want."
"Bite me," you groan out, her fangs immediately sinking into your neck, nothing but pleasure taking over your body, legs shaking as liquid gushes around the toy, a string of moans being ripped from the back of your throat.
Your eyes flutter open a few moments later as Natasha slows her thrusts, letting you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, body trembling against hers as she wraps her arms around your middle, tongue soothing the bite mark while murmuring loving words to help you calm down.
"There's my Detka," she whispers playfully when you tilt your head to the side, connecting your lips softly while a small moan escapes you when she pulls out, kissing you in apology and smiling against your lips. "Someone enjoyed that," she teases softly once you realise why the sheets feel so wet under you, cheeks tinting red as she continues to kiss your lips softly, coaxing you into the safety of her arms as you relax against her.
"Shush," you mutter embarrassed, her chuckling against your lips before pulling back, your eyes flickering down to her mouth, her tongue seductively swiping across her lips before she parts them, showing off her stunning fangs, the smirk dangerous as arousal pools between your thighs once again.
"Fuck it," you mumble before turning around in her arms, crashing your lips together and pushing her body down on another part of the bed, immediately straddling her lap, ready for another round. 
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wandasmistress · 2 years
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You’re All I Need
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Request-  Could I request a Natasha x Fem!reader smut where Nat and reader are having sex and someone knocks on the door so R puts their hand on Nat’s mouth to keep her quiet and R and the person who knocked are having a full conversation while R is still pounding into Natasha with their strap.
Synopsis- When you get back from a mission Natasha is all too eager to touch you and you eager to hold her.
Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader
Warnings- 18+ content
Word Count- 6.6k
A/N- Long overdue fluff fic🙄🤷🏽‍♀️
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As soon as the quinjet landed you were posted by the doors. Your feet were tapping at an ungodly paste while your arms were crossed over your torso as you bit the skin on your lips intensely. You hadn't seen her for three weeks because of your mission. 
This wasn't the longest mission you have ever been on, Steve assigns you to the long-term missions because you do well with not always being in the action but observing and collecting data analysis on enemy sites. 
Although you aren't into going into enemy bases and fighting your job is still dangerous, if the enemy catches a whiff of your snooping, you are on your own. You have no connection to the rest of the avengers in case your frequency is picked up and they track your numbers and find out there is someone connected to the avengers nearby and your whole operation would be blown. 
But the reason you keep getting assigned is that you're good at what you do, each and every time you come back successful with more information that is useful to the team. If there was an employee of the month you would be awarded it every month.
As the quinjets doors started to open, the light from inside the facility leaked through the cracks. You started walking even though it wasn't fully down, you couldn't wait any longer. When the door fully opened you were already out walking. You didn't want to waste any time finding Nat.
Pushing past the glass doors of the landing bay with your heavy duffle bag tossed over your shoulder, you look up around the hall to see if she's here, but she isn't. Your demeanor slightly wavering because you hoped she would be here to see you like she does every time. 
Your head hangs slightly as your pace lessens, sucking on your inner cheek as you walk towards the compound's entrance.
In a matter of seconds, you went from sulking to feeling pure joy. One moment she wasn't there and the other she was tightly wrapped around your form. Your duffle bag dropped onto the concrete from the force of her embrace while your hands remained stuck to your sides from her pinning you together, you released a breath you didn't know you were holding in.
You didn't have to even look down to know who it was, her familiar vanilla scent invalidated your senses. Her body which you took your time to know perfectly was pressed up against you. Her body connected with yours just right. You could feel a wet patch start to form on your clothed chest. Shifting your gaze downwards with raised eyebrows you couldn't find her face, only her messy bed of auburn hair.
You gently pulled her off of you to examine her face and see if she was really crying, when she met your gaze your heart almost stopped. You cupped her face when you saw her red-rimmed teary eyes. 
“What’s wrong, love?” You questioned her softly as she leaned into your touch, blinking a few times to get the remaining tears out.
“I just missed you that's all.” She told you as she looked up into your eyes, stray hair strands covering her eyes.
You gingerly moved the hair away from her eyes and tucked them behind her ear, lowering your head to press a soft kiss to her forehead. 
It didn't take long for Natasha to jump in your arms after the display of affection, her arms locking around your neck. And it didn't take long for you to welcome her into your arms. One of Natasha's favorite hugs was to straddle you while your hands wrapped around her waist, she always told you it made her feel closer to you.
“I missed you too, but this isn't the longest mission I have been on.” You tell her.
“I know but you were gone for what felt like forever, why can't you take missions that take a few days. I know Steve wouldn't have a problem with that, and if he does I would be happy to have a chat with him.”
You let out a light chuckle at her words, you could tell she meant it from the seriousness in her voice.
“You know I can’t,” You say, her eyebrows scrunching up while her arms tense a little around your neck, “I’m good at those types of missions and you and everyone in this compound knows that.” You conclude as you start moving your hand up and down her back.
“I wish you weren't so good at that.” She says as she pushes her nose into the crook of your neck taking in a deep breath to bask in more of your scent.
A smile breaks out on your face as you can't help but feel so warm inside knowing how much Natasha loves you, and that you love her a million times more than that. She is the foundation of your heart, the pump that keeps everything moving, that keeps you alive.
The words came out of your mouth before you could think, “I thought you weren't gonna meet me here.”
She took her face from your neck quickly and looked deep into your eyes as her eyebrows furrowed again, “I would never, I was coming out of the elevators and Steve stopped me questioning me about my mission report I didn't finish because all I could think about was you,” A light smile pierced your face at her words, “And he wouldn't move every time I tried to step past him, he’s like a brick wall, determined to never falter and move. Soo... I just ran from him.” She confessed the last part as if it was a sin.
You scrunched up your features in a facade of pain for a reaction to her confession.
“You know when Steve finds you later he is gonna reprimand you about your actions, you better be prepared for the hour lecture.”
“That's what I have you for, you're gonna be right by my side every second of it.” She informs you with her classic smirk. You roll your eyes playfully at her antics and swoop in briskly to land a tender kiss on her plump lips that have been catching your attention for the last five minutes while she was talking.
You release your hold on her and she lets out a little whine, her arms unlocking the hold on your neck. When she falls off you turn around quickly to grab your duffle bag from off the ground. But when you turn back around you see that Natasha is already a few feet away from you walking towards the doors of the compound.
You jog up to her as fast as you can with the weighted bag on your shoulders. Catching up to her you give her a quick pat on her behind, her head whipping towards you. She is smiling happily now that you're next to her again, she slows down to match your stride and hooks her right arm around your left bicep. 
You look to the side and lock eyes with her, seeing how cheerful she is, making your heart beat faster as you can see how in love she truly is with you.
 “Let's go take a shower.” You say already knowing this will get a rise out of her. 
She bites her lip as her eyes lighten up, she knows the true meaning behind your words and anticipation starts to bubble within her. She shakes her head as her smirk starts to resurface on her face.
“I’d love that.” She states strengthening her grip on your bicep as she turns her head forward. 
You can't help but smile even more, you know she only stopped looking at you because if she continued she wouldn't be able to withhold the urge to stop dead in her tracks and kiss the living hell out of you.
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You both left your shared bathroom in shambles, your clothes were thrown about the room, and the door half cracked open from neither of you bothering to close it fully. 
The door closing fully was the least of your worries, you were more focused on her. The way the water cascaded down her body like a flowing waterfall. The way light seemed to hit just right making her glow. You were bathing in her essence, her presence elevating you to another realm of euphoria you only felt when you were with her.
Your palms stayed planted on her hips as your foreheads were sealed together. The water dripped down both of your bodies, but you stayed connected like a strong bridge, not faltering no matter what came.
Natasha initiated the kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck as she pressed herself closer to you. You were stuck in the kiss for what felt like hours, savoring the taste of her lips that tasted awfully a lot like caramel, her plump lips that mushed against yours mercilessly.
Your hand came to her lower back as you breathed her in, the thought of being with her on your mind for the past few weeks finally coming true, you didn't know if you could contain yourself anymore.
A smile crept up your face, “What are you so happy about?” Nat said moving away from your lips which caused you to unconsciously trail after her lips making her smirk.
“Because I'm finally here with you, I've been dreaming about this moment while I was away.”
Your vision is slightly obstructed by the water you making you fail to see the pink tint spreading across her cheeks rapidly. She removes her arms from your neck and cups your face with her slippery hands, pulling in you for another breathless kiss taking her time to savor this moment a little while longer.
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After you both finished attempting to shower together even though you couldn't keep your hands off one another. Natasha helped lather your hair with shampoo and wash it out while your eyes remained closed to not get any in. And you helped her with her scented shampoo that you noticed was running out, making a mental note to buy it when you go to the store later on.
When you turned off the faucet Natasha hopped on you a second later, almost losing your balance you stick your hand out to touch the bath wall for support while your hand wrapped around her back to make sure she wouldn't fall off. 
“You’re that eager, baby?” You asked with an amused expression.
“Y/n, please. I have been waiting for so long.” She whines in your ear.
You step out of the tub rubbing your feet off quickly on the mat so you don't trip over the tile. Walking briskly over to your shared bed, you can see that it's a complete mess now that you have taken the time to actually stop and look.
Natasha has taken up complete residence on the full bed, you can see a few empty snack wrappers scattered across the bundled blankets laid across the mattress, among the pile of duvets you could spot what seemed to be your sweatshirts placed on the pillows. 
You raised your eyebrow about to ask Natasha what she was doing all those weeks while you were gone but you were cut off by another whine coming from the needy woman in your arms.
Knowing that the bed wouldn't be the best option to have sex on from all the clutter you quickly snatched a blanket from the pile and walked a few feet over to the armchair in the corner of the room next to the door and draped it over the chair.
You placed Natasha down gently on top of the blanket but she seemed to not want to part from you as she clung onto your skin like a sloth. You let out a low chuckle as you gaily rolled your eyes at her. You shift your hands downwards until you feel her right cheek in your palm, squeezing roughly.
“I thought you wanted this, changed your mind already?” You questioned her in her ear.
Her head swung back in an instant removing herself from you to plop down on the armchair by herself. A goofy smile sprung across your face at her enthusiasm.
“I’m all in, are you?” She asked teasingly raising her eyebrow subtly as she relaxed back on the chair and parted her legs slightly giving you a glimpse of her cunt.
Your breath hitched at the sight as your mind went to the endless possibilities of what you wanted to do to her.
“A hundred percent.” You nearly growled as you dropped down to your knees in a flash, placing your hands on the armrest as you looked at her hungrily.
She bit her lip in anticipation as her heart raced thinking of all the endless possibilities of what she wanted you to do to her.
Your hands left the armrest promptly as they made their way to Natasha's bated legs that were slightly trembling from the suspense.
She squirmed under your cold touch, stopping yourself from laughing out loud at her as you finished parting her legs. You bit your lip now that you were face to face with her sparkling cunt, you were captivated. The way her folds her sat there perfectly, ready to be parted by you. The way her clit was practically vibrating in its spot, waiting for you to play around with it.
And all it took was her dainty needy hand coming to tease her clit, her impatientness making you scoff slightly.
But before she could reach down you grabbed her wrist and held it in place firmly, she tried wiggling loose multiple times but each time you held it down a little harder.
“You're aching for my touch arent you?” You snickered causing her to release a groan as she rolled her hips to the edge of the seat, “I thought we talked about this already, only I get to touch you down here.” You said sinisterly tapping her clit with your free hand causing her to release a soft moan.
She brought her head up slightly as she dropped the next words on you leaving you speechless for a few seconds, “Then I’d hate for you to know how much I got off by myself to your pictures while you were gone.” She mutters to you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Your eyes remained trained on hers as you tilt your head slightly with stern eyes, “Then you know how bad girls get punished, don't you?” 
She looked at you with a blank stare, the next moment her pupils completely dilated as she shook her head in understanding. 
“Use your words.” You ordered her softly.
She sucked in a quick breath as she replied, “Yes.”
“Good,” You tell her, releasing her wrist from your grip as you slowly trace a pattern on the skin of her inner thigh, “So you understand what's about to happen.” You asked her with a raised eyebrow.
She started shaking her head until she stopped abruptly and murmured a quiet, yes, never breaking eye contact.
You sent a mischievous smirk her way as your head slowly lowered to the level of her soaking heat. You groaned out as your eyes closed shut at the sight, “So wet for me baby, I can see the liquid oozing from your precious folds.”
She hummed in agreement as she scooted closer to your face.
“Y/n-”.
You interrupted her abruptly, “Bad girls have to beg,” You tell her bringing your fingers back up to her clit and pinching it lightly, not enough to instill pain.
“Please Y/n..” She starts before you cut her off again with a slightly harder pinch to her clit, “I’ve been a bad girl, please punish me.” She whimpers gripping the armrest with her utmost strength.
That last sentence sends you into overdrive as you dip your head below her line of sight and attach your lips to her begging clit. Your tongue harshly wrestled with her sensitive bean as she emits whimpers mixed with moans, her eyes remained at the back of her head as her back arched completely off the chair.
Your tongue worked wonders on her clit as it sends her beyond nirvana, her legs trembling next to your head. You feel her hand on the top of your head as she is pressing you seemingly closer towards her core.
You suck and beat her clit until she is screaming Russian profanities into the air making you feel more pleased in what you're doing knowing that you have taken her to this point. Her eyebrows pressed together in pleasure as strands of hair stuck to her neck and forehead. 
Wanting to push her further into bliss you bring your fingers up to her calling folds. You collect some of her juices with your pointer finger as you spread her open. The intensity of her moans increased from your sucking and teasing her entrance. When you stick your finger into her suddenly ruts her hips against your hand, trying to move the finger inside of her deeper.
You smile against her clit as you start slowly pummeling your finger inside of her, teasing her.
“Y/n stop fucking around, please.” She pleads almost yelling.
You give in to her and quicken your pace, deciding to add another finger into her slick folds. Giving her more pleasure that she wants and needs. Her hips are now wildly moving up and down to ease more of the built-up pressure from being without your fingers for almost a month.
You leave her clit alone after you hear her hiss from the overstimulation she is receiving from her beyond aching clit. That's when you decide to fully focus on fingering her, you rise up to her face. You see that she is biting her lip while her eyes are squeezed shut fulfillment she is getting.
You nip at the bottom of her lip and pull her bottom lip delicately to release it from her teeth hold. Her lip pops out as she peaks open her eyes to find your lust-blown ones staring directly back at her.
She brought her head forward a little connecting your lips, not realizing you were that close to her in the first place.
Your heads move in different directions as the kiss deepens, her movements a bit slower from all the exhaustion she is having already. But that doesn't stop you from pumping your fingers into her even harder, ignoring the cramping in your fingers you are starting to get, you're on a mission, and that's to make sure Nat is feeling satisfied, and you never fail a mission.
Her moans are now muffled while your mouth remains attached to hers, her chest rising and falling quickly as she is now out of breath, that's when you pull away and examine her features. Her messy bed of hair is now going in different directions from her constant squirming and spasms. Her plump moist lips parted to allow air in that she desperately needed, and her hunter-green eyes that are boring into yours so deeply with love.
One second her features are flat as she is staring at you and the next moment her back is arching again as a wave of ecstasy goes into her. You know that she is at her climax from have seeing this exact face numerous times you delivered her multiple highs.
Her final straw was your fingers digging deep into her core of nerves where you hit just right every time, the bundle granting her another heaven-filled bliss of euphoria. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her thighs clamped shut around your torso, her fingers digging deep onto your neck as she let out a guttural roar.
You both stayed in that position for a few moments, you hunched over Natasha’s form as her legs stayed locked around you. Her breathing was heavy as was yours as you stared at her coming down from her high.
When she let her legs fall from your sides a soft sigh was released from her lips as she opened her eyes slowly and found you staring intently at her.
“You still down for another round?”
She stared at you for what seemed like a minute then her eyes squinted and a smirk arose on her face, “Am I ever someone to stop at one round?.” 
You smiled at her as you quickly got up and stalked over to your dresser, bending down to find the item you were looking for. It didn't take you long to find it, you pulled it out from the depth of your messy drawer, you knew Nat had been in here because this is where you stored your sweatshirts.
Turning around with a grin plastered you swung the 5-inch black strap in the air. Natasha released a light laugh at your soppy behavior urging you over.
You scurry over to her, bending down to place a sloppy kiss on the corner of her mouth, she quickly turns her head over to capture you in another kiss but you already backed out and started to put on the strap. She makes a pouty face and puckers her lip out, when you slip into the harness and look back up at her face you squint your eyes playfully.
“You're about to get the strap and you're pouting?” You ask her, entertained.
“Yes, because you're taking too damn long to put it on, and I need you- it now.” She told you batting her eyes at you.
“God, you're so fucking needy.” You tell her in faux annoyance as you finish harnessing the strap and positioning it properly.
“Well I needed you for three weeks and you weren't there so now you're gonna have to deal with it.” She tells you straightening up in the chair, her breast perking up as she moves, your eyes glued to her pale ample breast.
“Be careful what you wish for, love.” You informed her while gripping the back of her thighs abruptly, receiving a squeal from the redhead.
When you pull her closer to you, the strap lightly glides over Natasha's cunt, making her let out a little puff of air to control her harsh breathing. You're smirking from the effect that the strap already has on her.
You move your hips back and forth, the strap following your movements but pressing on Nat’s entrance and nudging her clit.
She lets out a cry, gripping your forearms and squeezing tight. You look at her with a gladden expression, but she doesn't find your teasing so amusing when her eyes snap open and she sends you a warning glare. Your smile falters a little at her sternness, but it returns again when you remember who’s in control.
“Do you want something, baby?” You question her with a raised eyebrow, still smiling brightly.
But Natasha’s face is anything near a smile, she is glaring at you with furrowed eyebrows, something she always does when she doesn’t get what she wants.
She lets go of your forearms and sits up on her elbows while keeping eye contact with your beaming face, “I. Want. Your. Cock. Inside. Me. Now.” She enunciated each word.
You lean in just a little to break the small distance between your faces, biting her bottom lip a bit harshly then running your tongue over it to cool it off. When you lean back you can clearly see her serious facade was fake and breaking, her breathing was uneven while bit her lips, wanting yours back on hers.
“Ask and you shall receive princess.” You tell her cooly, you couldn't tell but she shivered in her spot by the intimate pet name that was only used in the bedroom and nowhere else.
You grab the base of the false cock and line it up with her entrance, moving it around her cunt to gather some juices so it would be easier to go in, but that wasn't enough for you.
“Suck it.” You said all of a sudden, making Nat confused, “Suck the cock, now.” You commanded her with dominance.
It didn't take long for her to move around on the couch when she was face to face with the strap. Her rear was sticking in the air as her thighs were by each of the armrests, she was spread out but you couldn't see the beautiful view. You only saw her alluring backside, her back muscles making an appearance while her collection of freckles spread down her porcelain skin.
She took the strap into her hand and inched her face closer until her mouth was on the tip. She licked it and could taste her own juices, making her stomach do flips. She engulfed the strap in her mouth and began moving her head back and forth, her eyesight only picking up your abs.
You bring your finger down and tilt her head up, she met your gaze timidly. Natasha has only ever been this intimate with you, she never dated anyone when she left the red room and she was closed off to you at first, never paying you any mind. But that all changed one day and she couldn't help but feel way more than she has ever had with anyone, and it didn't take long for you to notice the change in her demeanor and ask her on a date, thinking she would just put you down harshly but it was worth the try because she unexpectedly said yes and its been heaven since.
You place your hand on her head as you lightly push her head into the cock, almost making her gag. But after that she picks up the paste and goes faster, holding your gaze as you looked at her with such admiration.
When the strap was well lubricated you released your grip on her head and she separated from the cock. A string of saliva connected to the strap and her lower lip as she took in a deep breath, braking instantly when she licked her lips. She was now looking at you hungrily and you knew what she wanted and you no longer wanted to wait to give it to her.
“Good girl.” You praised her, putting a few escaped strands of hair behind her ear as she smiled faintly in appreciation.
As she repositioned herself on the chair you wasted no time in stuffing her full with the cock, making her heave and release a low groan. Her head swung back as she sucked in multiple breaths from the instant filling of her cunt.
She was fully leaned back on the chair as you pushed into her again and again, your grunts and her groans mixing together. Her hands were gripped onto the armrests and your hands settled on top of hers for support as you continued to roughly plow into her pussy.
Endless faces of pleasure and euphoria were plastered on her face, she was being brought to heaven over and over again with each of your thrusts. Her pussy made squelching noises as it ate up the cock eagerly, gripping it tighter and tighter.
You were starting to breathe heavily with the quick movements you were doing until you heard a knock. Both of your eyes abruptly opened and your hips stopped moving, as you bottomed out in Natasha, the woman releasing a low whine.
You were about to restart your motions until a voice came from the door to the left of the armchair. You quickly looked over to see that the door was miraculously locked so no one would walk in on such an intimate moment between you both.
Tony's exuberant voice filled in the silence, you squeezed your eyes shut in annoyance thinking how this is the worst time for him to pop in for a conversation. You had to start looking for apartments near the compound, you couldn't take any more of these interruptions when you were with Nat, and you needed more personal space for you both.
“Y/n, I know you're in there. Do you mind if I can come in to have a quick chat?” Tony asked through the door.
You finally spoke up, “No, Tony I’m kind of busy,” You replied looking down to see Natasha’s wide eyes staring right back at you, “You can't come in.” You told him finally, hoping he would take the little hint to leave, but he was Tony.
“Ok then… I'll just have to talk with you through the door then.” He replied matter of factly, making you roll your eyes and suck in a breath, he was such a pain in the ass.
“Tony, this really isn't a goo-” You said getting cut off by his blabbering voice.
“Look I know Romanoff is in there with you.” He told you, your eyes going wide as Nat started to bite her lips in nervousness, “I checked the security feed and saw her running towards you when you left the landing bay. I have never seen that woman run that fast in my whole life! She was like a red blur.” 
You raised your eyebrows in surprise and held back laughter, you could see Nat's eyes bouncing around the room avoiding eye contact at all cost.
“You missed me that much baby?” You asked her in a whisper, enough for Tony not to hear you. She looked at you reluctantly and nodded her head, too shy to speak.
Your face lit up in a smug smile as you sent kisses down her warm neck, reveling in the love she has for you. 
“But I know that she is most likely passed out from not sleeping all those weeks,” Tony interrupts, and your eyebrows furrow as you move your head back to see her face. She is sucking on her cheek when you meet her eyes, she looks so vulnerable right now, and your heartaches at the sight, “She was either in the gym working out for half of the day, on a mission, or stuck in front of the television. Then the week before you came back she locked herself in your room, not even coming out for food.” He finished the last line with a laugh.
You looked down again to see that she had closed her eyes in embarrassment and her hands came up to cover her face. You smiled at her and understood why there were so many snack wrappers littering the bed, she had probably found your secret stash of snacks and finished it.
Tony started blabbering again and you decided to ignore him, slowly moving your hips back and forth with a grin on your face. Natasha’s breath hitched and she uncovered her face with wide eyes, silently asking you what you were doing.
You bowed your head down to whisper, “Finishing what I started.” With a sinister grin.
A small smile crept up her face as she nodded and got comfortable in the chair again. You started to fasten your pace while you started at her face, her eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure as her lips parted to get some more oxygen that she desperately needed.
Then there was another bang on the door, this one louder than the last time. Shaking you and Nat out of your actions, your hips bucked forward harshly from getting surprised by the knock. Natasha releases a loud moan from the strap grazing over the bundle of nerves. You were quick to cover her mouth with your right hand to silence her. If Tony knew you and Nat were having an intense sex session while he was talking with you he would never let either one of you live it down.
“What was that Y/n?” He questioned you, you could hear the curiosity in his voice, but also the playfulness, “Did you hear anything that I just said.”
“No, Tony. I’m in the middle of something.” You said a bit frustratedly pounding into Natasha harder to relieve some of the anger.
She whimpers again as another moan is suppressed by your hand, she's melting beneath you from all the pressure you are relieving in her core.
“Don't worry, I’ll wait for you to finish. I haven't seen my favorite avenger for weeks, I have some new inventions to show you, along with your updated gear.” He told you eagerly, you could practically see him jumping in his spot as he thought of all the new things she wanted to show you.
You mumbled a great that Tony could just barely hear, then you felt Nat chuckle beneath you from your reaction. You rolled your eyes playfully and mimicked Tony as he talked, making the woman burst out with laughter. You had to use both hands to silence her, not wanting Tony to hear. She always made fun of you for your immature nature but didn't fail to laugh every time.
You went to kiss her on the jaw until a loud boom came from behind the door, causing you both to jump. Your hips push into her further causing a loud groan to erupt from the dazzling beauty beneath you.
“That was my repulsor, it packs more of a punch, probably lethal now.” He tells you through the door.
You continue your movements and speed up more, making Natasha squirm in your hold.
“Did you just blow down a wall, again?” You asked him with an incredulous expression.
“I can fix it.” He told you. You knew he had the means to fix it, but you couldn't understand why he was always destroying things for the fun of it.
What you didn't realize was that as you were speaking the force of your thrust grew stronger, the strap making contact with Natasha’s bundle of nerves every time you pushed your hips in.
She was whimpering and whining at the feeling, of you finally being here to relieve the pressure build-up she couldn't relieve herself no matter how hard she tried.
You fail to realize this as your attention is back on her and you put more power into the thrust thinking you went slower while you were talking to Tony. This pushes Natasha over the edge as her body locks in place for a few seconds, making you stop your movements as you examine her. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her lower lip is fully stuck in her mouth, and her back is arched much higher than it has been.
You are about to ask her what's wrong until her body started to harshly convulse, you would think that she was possessed if you weren't having sex right now. Her hands clung to your biceps, grasping onto you like her body jerks. You have seen this type of orgasm come from her before, she usually shakes uncontrollably then loudly moans afterward.
You removed your hands earlier from her mouth when she started to jerk but you quickly slap your hand over her mouth, a second later she emits a throaty growl, you knew now that you had just relived so much built-up tension within her. Starting to think over the idea of taking shorter missions for her sake.
When she is done howling her body goes limp and her breathing is erratic, you slowly take the strap out from her, receiving some resistance from the grip her pussy has on it. When you finally pull out of her, her hands leave your bicep as her hands fall to her sides. Her eyes remain closed as you back away into the bathroom and wrap the strap up and leave it on the counter for cleaning later.
When you come back to Nat she is still in the same position, catching her breath as she lays limp on the chair. You turn towards the direction of your shared bed and remove all the wrappers, and excess blankets and sweatshirts she placed there prior onto the floor, leaving it as a problem for later.
You then ran back to the bathroom to wet a cloth and clean her up, once done you grab her bridal style from the armchair as she willingly crawled into your arms while her eyes were still closed. You laid her in the bed and that's when you heard another knock from the door, too consumed with helping Natasha you forgot about Tony’s annoying presence.
Debating on how to shoo him off you walked over to the door about to tell him off when you heard a soft mumble come from behind you, you turned around and walked over to Natasha bundled up in the sheets.
“What was that baby?” You asked her as you softly caressed her cheek.
“Stay.” That was all she said as she opened her pristine eyes and reeled you in.
You couldn't deny her, and you weren't going to leave her in the first place. You wanted to spend more time with her before you interacted with the rest of the team knowing that she missed your presence the most out of everyone.
“I will, let me get him off my back real quick.” You told her, giving her a small peck on the lips as she leaned in you backed out towards the door.
You snatched your robe from off the door and slung it around your figure. You opened the door with annoyance as you came face to face with Tony.
Before you can start to berate him, he puts a hand to your face and then looks down at his phone. His eyebrow goes up as his expression lightens, you scoff at his audacity.
“Nevermind, we can put the whole thing on hold, Pepper needs me. I know that you were eager to see the new gadgets but you're gonna have to wait.” He tells you while giving you a quick pat on your shoulder and retreating down the hallway.
You roll your eyes and slam the door shut, anger starting to bubble within you from him interrupting your time with Natasha and then acting as if you were that excited to see his new inventions.
But when you turned around and looked towards your bed to find Natasha all that anger dissipated when you saw her in her ravishing essence. A smile crept up your face as you stared at her.
Her eyes were closed and her face looked so peaceful, you knew that she was soon to enter a deep slumber from earlier activities. You hopped into bed behind her, just as you got settled in she flipped over and was now facing you, your faces inches apart.
“I'm glad you're back.” She told you softly, keeping her eyes closed. She didn't need to check if it was really you because she could smell your scent and felt your steady breath on her face.
“I’m glad I'm back too.” You replied as you moved closer to her, wrapping your arm around her middle.
You could feel her chest rising and falling steadily, and when she didn't respond after a few minutes you knew she had fallen asleep. You were content at this moment wishing to stay here forever, wishing Natasha stayed next to you forever.
Your thoughts about Natasha simmered down as you let sleep overtake you willingly, knowing when you woke up she would be right by your side.
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ravenromanova · 4 months
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Just one night
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Pairings: Natasha x Ex girlfriend reader
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!!!!! Mommy kink, fingering, oral, thigh riding, squirting, clit play, nipple play. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+!!!!!!!!!!! (Fluff, Smut, Happy ending)
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From the moment you walked into the room her emerald eyes were on you. She drank in the way you looked in the black dress that clung to your body in all the right ways. You were obviously oblivious to her staring as you sauntered your way across the event. Luckily for her you both were forced to come to this event tonight since it was for the avengers.
Stark held a fundraiser for the team once a year so the team can get funding and make nice with the government officials. So fortunately for the redheaded assassin you were forced to be in close proximity to her for the evening. She watched as you walked to the bar chatting up one of the senators of new york. You smiled brightly at the older woman who was talking your ear off about god knows what.
Natasha waited a few minutes for the senator to leave before she walked up next you. “A vodka martini please” She said to the bartender causing you to turn your head in her direction.
”Hi darling“ Her smooth voice echoes through your ears. You could tell by the look on her face she had some kind of mischievous plan for the night.
“Hi tasha” You said as you took a sip from your cocktail and raised your brow to her. The sound of your voice instantly brought a smile to her face.
“Did you come here with someone?” She asked a little hesitantly as she sipped her drink.
“Do you really think id subject someone else to this craziness?” You motion to around the room that’s filled with your drunk teammates.
Natasha laughed a little at your statement. “Well i guess that’s true” She shrugged. “But at least we ran into each other”
“I have a very strong feeling that you planned to run into me” You responded with a smirk causing her to let out a breathy chuckle.
“Well i guess thats somewhat true. Maybe i just wanted to see my girl” Nat said taking a long sip from her drink.
“Last time i checked we broke up” Your words made her frown slightly. She recalled the day you two broke up and it made her heart break even more.
“Doesn’t mean you aren’t mine.” The words sent a chill down your spine and you softly smiled at her.
“Ever the charmer tasha. But im assuming you have something up your sleeve?” You asked and the redhead just smiled her devilish smile.
“More so a proposition” She started as she tapped her finger against the bar. “It’s been a while since i’ve uh been with someone. And i know from my many sources that you haven’t either. So my proposal is that for just tonight me and you forget about the reasons we broke up and just be together again.” Her words make you feel a a little dizzy as she speaks.
You take a few moments to process her words before you finally make a decision. “Just one night?” You asked raising your eyebrow at her before sipping your drink and then ordering another one.
“Just one night” She said sticking out her pinky so you know she’s serious. You smiled at her before you wrapped your pinky around hers.
That’s how you ended up here. Splayed out on her mattress in her room at the compound. Your clothes are partially removed as Natasha is leaving red marks on your neck and chest.
“God i’ve missed you” She admits kissing below your ear making you moan a little.
“Ive missed you too” You confess breathlessly as she moves to unclasp your bra. When her eyes land on your exposed chest her mouth instantly waters. Her lips them circle around your nipple and she starts to suck harshly loving the way you moan for her.
Natasha spends an ungodly amount of time playing with your nipples like she’s never played with them before… granted it’s been six months but it felt like a lifetime to her. So she spent extra time tweaking, pinching and sucking on them like she’s done many times before.
“Please mommy… i-i need you” You beg clawing at her smooth pale skin. Natasha chuckles at your lack of patience before she kisses down your stomach and stops and the hem of your panties.
“Oh kotenok how i’ve missed your begging” She says kissing along the hem of your panties before she slides them down your legs. Once she removes them she takes a moment to appreciate your dripping pussy thats on display for her.
“Fuck i’ve missed you” She continues her words of affirmation as she kisses you inner thighs lightly before diving into your core. Her tongue darts out passed her lips and she licks a stripe along your pussy causing you to mewl in response.
Natasha laps at you like woman starved and gets lost in the way you taste. Your hands fly to her hair and you hold onto her with a strong grip feeling the coil in your stomach build.
“Oh fuck yes mommy” You moan out feeling yourself get closer by the second. Natasha takes your moans as her sign to stick two of her thick and long fingers into you.
“OH FUCK!” You scream out as you feel her fingers fill you up. She smirks she sets a medium pace being careful not to hurt you. Her fingers graze the sweet spot inside and you end up on her fingers and tongue.
“God i love the way you taste baby” She praises bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking off your juices with a delighted moan. Natasha wasnt done with you yet though after she licked her fingers she went back to eat your pussy again.
Your back arched off the bed when she wrapped her lips around your clit and started sucking again. “OH MY GOD” You moaned gripping the sheets for support. Natasha just hummed in response getting lost in your sounds and taste. As she was eating you all you could think about was how much you missed her and never wanted this to end.
You two broke up amicably for multiple reasons the main one being the fact that there just wasnt enough communication. And with you two being Avengers the non communication turned into sloppy missions and arguments which led to the end. But in the end you both missed each other more than either of you wanted to admit.
“Cum for me detka” She said harshly sucking on your clit bringing you out of your thoughts. Her words along with a particularly harsh suck you ended up squirting all over the bed.
“O-Oh my god” You whisper breathlessly as you move the hair from your face. Natasha made her way back up to your face and gently cupped your cheek.
“Ive missed you so much” She whispers pulling you in for a passionate kiss. “I lied… I dont want this to be just for one night”
“Me neither” You confessed moving your hands to her waist and positioning her on your thigh. She raised an eyebrow at you before she got the hint and removed her clothes and sat back down in your thigh.
Your hands gripped her hips and you locked eyes with her and pushed her dripping core onto your thigh. She let out a breathy moan at the contact of your cool thigh against her warm core. Her hands went straight to your chest so she could have something to hold onto as she slowly lost her composure.
Natasha could feel her orgasm creep up on her as she grinded against your thigh. And when you tensed up your thigh under her she let go all over your thigh making you smile.
“Ive missed that” You say chuckling a little making her smile. She slowly got off your thigh and you marveled at the sight of her juices on your thigh. Once she laid down on the bed you laid on her chest as you tried to catch your breath.
“I want us to try again” She whispered in your ear as she kissed your head.
“We were already back together from the second you made your proposition” You confessed. Natasha smiled and kissed you again before she grabbed a towel to clean the both of you off. When she returned she cleaned you and then herself off before laying back down next to you.
“Sleep now my love” She whispered in your ear as well as wrapping her arms around you and bringing you closer to her as much as possible.
Soon you booth drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Yes there was still a lot to talk about but as for now you were going to relish in the bliss that is Natasha Romanoff.
~The end~
A/n i know this was kinda rushed but i really wanted to post something for yall so i hope you liked it :)
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[Y/N being drunk]
Y/N: You're the hottest girlfriend I've ever had.
Natasha: I'm you're wife.
Y/N: OMG THAT'S AWESOME
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You will be remembered
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dc-marvel-life · 6 months
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You Are My Family Now
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader
Summary: Natasha is dating someone that the team does not like and tries to get Natasha together with Bruce.
Word Count: ~1.5K
A/N: This is for @waltermis. I saw that you looking for a story like this, and I love the idea so much I made it. Lisichka - little fox, I found this online so I am not 100% sure if it means little fox.
Warnings: The team is mean
You are an ex-assassin/spy for hire who was awfully good at her job. Your biggest enemy was the Avengers, but they never were about to spot you. You caused many injuries and near-death experiences for them, so you were on their naughty list. 
No one in the world was able to get close enough to catch you, well no one but Natasha Romanoff. You also have a soft spot for you. You could never pinpoint exactly why but you had the biggest crush on her. It was the way her body moved against you. It was always a dance between you too, but you always got away. You couldn’t tell if you were just that skilled or she let you go on purpose. 
You thought that she liked the cat and mouse game that you both played just as much as you do. It was also the way she talked to you. No matter what the situation is or what you said, she always had a sassy comeback that made your heart skip a beat. 
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It all changed one night in Paris. You were working a job where you needed to take out a mob boss who was staying at a hotel nearby. You were just about to walk up and take him out when Natasha came out of nowhere and stopped you. 
A fight ensued and you got badly injured. You couldn’t finish the mission with how bad the wound was. You needed to get to your safe house immediately and take care of the wound before you bleed out. You somehow managed to get to your safe house alive, but you weren’t alone. Natasha was able to follow you back.
“Looks like you got sloppy there Silver Fox,” Natasha says once she enters your safe house with a gun in hand. You smile at the way she says your code name. She says it with so much lust behind it. This time you couldn’t say anything smart back at her because you were bleeding to death.
Natasha looked at you and saw that you were in real pain. You are lying on the floor with your hand on the wound trying to put pressure on it but slowly losing it. Just like you, Natasha had a soft for you too. Natasha puts down her gun and treats your wound. Once she finishes patching you up, she puts you in the bed and finds some food and water for you.
“Don’t scare me like that again Fox” Natasha says handing you water.
“Wouldn’t plan on it. Then who would you track across the whole world to see” you say taking the water.
“By the way, my name is Y/N,” you say realizing that you never knew each other names. Just code names Black Widow and Silver Fox.
“My name is Natasha. It is nice to finally meet you” Natasha says with a small smile. You both stare at each other’s eyes then something clicks. You both lean in for a kiss that feels like it lasted for hours. That night you both made love in that safe house until the sun came up. 
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That became your guys' routine for a few years. You guys will find each other then find a hotel or safe house to make love all night and leave in the morning. During the years that you both have been hooking up with each other, you started to fall in love with Natasha. After you guys finished, you would talk about everything. She told you about the Red Room and how she lost her sister. You told her about your backstory and why you are an assassin/spy. 
You wanted to do better for Natasha, so you slowly started to take fewer and fewer jobs until you were completely out. Natasha was able to track you down in Jamaica. Once she got there, you told her that you were about of the game and wanted to do right by her. Natasha was so happy to hear it and officially asked you to be her girlfriend. 
You said yes and you guys spent a week in Jamaica. Natasha didn’t know that you planned for this whole week. It was the best time of your life. 
A month later, Natasha told the team that you guys were together and they weren’t happy about it. You have caused so much damage to the team over the years and it can’t be fixed anytime soon. 
You understood and asked for a chance. The team didn’t want to give you a chance, but Fury wanted to keep your talents so he let you on the team with pushback. 
You were happy that you could actually do some good in the world and be near your girlfriend. After a few months of staying there, you and Natasha moved into the same room together. Everything was going great with you two.
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Now you are on a solo mission while the team is at the compound having a chill night drinking, playing games, and watching movies.
Natasha is drinking with the rest of the team but she is waiting for you to be back. You told her tonight when you come back you are going to cook her a nice meal to celebrate each other. So Natasha is trying not to drink too much unlike her teammates who are drunk right now. 
“You know Nat, you shouldn’t be dating Gold Fox,” Tony says slurring his words.
“It is Silver Fox and she has a name,” Natasha says defensively.
“Look what we are trying to say that she isn’t good for you. Why not date Bruce? He is a better fit for you” Wanda says to her best friend. Natasha rolls her eyes at the thought of it. She only wants to be with you. It was no secret that Bruce has a crush on Natasha and everyone is for it but you and Natasha. 
“No, I am in a happy relationship” Natasha bites back at her team. 
“How about you kiss to see? You may never know. Now kiss” Tony says and the whole team starts to chant ‘kiss’.
“Hell no!” Natasha says but now Bruce is drunk and has some confidence. He comes over to where Natasha is and pulls her into a kiss with the team cheering. 
Then you hear a loud bang. The team turns around to see you standing there with bags of groceries. You drop the bags and leave the compound.
“Look at what you guys did” Natasha gets up to try and catch you but you are long gone. Natasha sighs and starts to pick up the bags that you dropped. Natasha let out a sigh because she was looking forward to dinner. You always made her the best food and she wanted a night alone with you. You've both been on missions back to back and needed it. 
Natasha picks up the bags and sees a small box. She opens the box to see a beautiful engagement ring. It is the ring that Natasha has been describing you for months now. 
“You guys are all dicks!” Natasha screams and takes off to the landing bay. She knew exactly where you were going. The safe house in Paris.
Natasha takes a small jet and goes to you. She gets to the safe house and sees you on the bed in a ball crying while holding a picture of you two on your first date. 
“Lisichka” Natasha comes over to you and holds you tight. She wipes away your tears.
“Why would you do it” you say in a small voice.
“Lisichka, it didn’t happen that way. The whole team was drunk and wanted me to kiss Bruce. I said no and he came up and grabbed me. He kissed me, but I didn’t kiss him. These lips are only for you” Natasha kisses your cheek. You turn around so you are looking in her eyes to see that she is telling the truth, and she is. 
Natasha likes to think that you can’t tell when she is lying but you also do. 
“Now were you serious about this” Natasha holds up the box.
“Yes. I was supposed to ask you about a beautiful dinner and it be romantic” you say sadly.
“Well, the answer is yes. And this is just perfect for me” Natasha kisses you with all the passion that she has. You hold her close so she does go away.
“Let’s run away together,” Natasha says once she breaks the kiss. 
“Baby, no,” you say and Natasha looks at you confused.
“As much as I would love to run away with you. The Avengers are your family. You even got Yelena back in your life. I don’t want to be the reason why you have to leave your family” you say holding her cheek.
“You know that you are my family now too right” Natasha gets the ring out of the box. You stop her and put the ring on her. 
“That’s very true,” you admire her with the ring on.
“Fine, but I will make them like you,” Natasha says in all seriousness. 
“I bet you will,” you say and kiss Natasha again. You guys spend the night making love to each other in the same place that started it all.
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