Steve: I don't know, we all just kind of thought you were dating...
Clint: Why would you think that?
Bruce: You always finish each other's sentences.
Natasha, sighing: That's not romance, that's wanting to have the last word.
The tension on the Quinjet was palpable. One could cut it with a knife…
You, Agent Romanoff, and two other agents were flying back to the Avengers compound from a heated mission. As soon as you landed, Romanoff was nowhere to be seen. You scoffed at the redheads behavior.
“What’s up?” One of your fellow agents asked you.
“Hmm nothing just Romanoff…” you huffed.
You were all handed the paperwork for the mission, meaning your day would be filled to the brim by boring bureaucracy. You grumbled to the other agents along the way about Agent Romanoff and how frustrating you found her.
She had led the mission, and she didn’t ever give you a chance. She didn’t seem to trust you. You were always the one left at the jet, or stuck on surveillance. It boiled your blood. She didn’t respect you.
By the end of the day, you had finally finished the days paperwork. You were tired, and you needed a shower. You made it to your personal room, dropping your things. You didn't even make it to the bathroom, flopping down on your bed, your hand immediately wandering down beneath your uniform pants.
You sighed out in content as your fingers circled around your clit. Quickly, you brought yourself to the edge, more and more not keeping your volume in check. And your mind could not help but revolve around a certain redhead...
As you were so close to cumming, you heard a creak at the door. Your hand jolted out from your pants, and your eyes shot open. Your wide eyes met Natasha leaning against the doorway.
"Darling... you sound sinfully delicious..." Romanoff purred with a wicked grin on her face.
You began panicking, your mind spiraling. Your mouth went completely dry, you were frozen. But Natasha wasn't. She closed your door, making sure to lock it and came over to you. She straddled your lap with ease, making you extremely flustered.
"You were thinking about me, weren't you...?" the redhead cockily taunted.
You gulped and blushed. Hard. You nodded slowly.
"No..." she growled, "Say it."
"I was... thinking of you, Natasha..." you whimpered.
Your words made the woman smirk in wicked delight. She then began grinding done in your lap, making you whimper out even more. Her lips then found yours, and that's when you knew that this woman owned your ass. The kiss got passionate quickly, and pretty soon, the two of you were throwing your clothes off and aside.
Once fully on display, you instinctually tried to cover yourself.
"Don't do that... Let me see you." Natasha cooed, swatting your hands away.
The redhead then situated herself in between your legs. And her hot mouth almost immediately found home in your core. You whimpered and moaned out in desperate pleasure.
"More please more...!!" you moaned.
"Like my name that much, do you..? Moan it then... Moan my name, Detka..." Natasha taunted.
"Please Natasha Please Please!!" You moaned loudly.
"Sound so pretty, Detka..." the redhead wickedly cooed, "Let's see what other pretty sounds I can pull from you..."
The woman then slipped two of her fingers into your aching heat.
Summary- Talking about your feelings for your superior in the locker room may not be the best idea. Especially when she’s not as far as you think she is.
Word count- 728
Warnings- Natasha flustering R. That’s ab it. Minors DNI
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“I think I’m in love.” You say half jokingly, in reference to the spy who’s training session you’d just walked away from. “I mean did you see the way she took us all down without even breaking a sweat. Hot.”
Your friend, Rose, another new recruit for the avengers, laughs at your antics. Thinking you're just being silly. Because of course you’d think that way of your superior. “Sure, y/n/n.”
“Ugh no, you don’t understand.” You sigh exasperatedly. “I would do anything for Natasha Romanoff. Well- almost anything.”
Rose continues to laugh, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she bends over in an effort to catch her breath. “Of course you’d have a thing for Romanoff.” She continues to laugh, making light hearted jokes about you and your inappropriate feelings for your teacher. Until something behind you catches her attention. You watch as her eyes shift slightly to the left of you as she stands up straight, stopping her laughter completely.
“Leave.” A voice comes from behind you, making you freeze in place. You know that voice. It lingers in your mind throughout your days and haunts your dreams. God her voice.
Rose shoots you an apologetic look. Wordlessly nodding her head in understanding and exiting the room. No doubt going to her room to binge watch the hunger games.
Heat rises onto your cheeks as you realize she must have overheard your conversation with your friend. Too embarrassed to turn and face the other woman, you keep your eyes locked on the showers ahead of you. Listening as her steps get closer until you can feel her standing not even half a step away.
Natasha waits for you to look at her, to turn and acknowledge her presence. But patience has never been her strong suit, and she wants to see you. Reaching out her left hand she places it on your waist, using her grip there to turn you to face her. The contact along with the movement causes your breath to catch in your chest, a noise that didn’t go unnoticed by the spy.
“My eyes are up here y/n.” She says smugly, noting your hesitation to meet her gaze. Slowly, you move your line of sight from the arrow necklace around her neck to her eyes. Your gaze catching briefly on her lips.
Natasha’s eyes are dark when you look into them. With anger from what she overheard or something else, you can’t tell. Though you really hope she’s not angry with you. Having your new boss not like you sucks enough. But when you factor in the fact that your new boss is an avenger and part of her job is to train you, training that requires hand to hand combat, your life would be hell.
“I’m sorry, Agent Romanoff. I meant no disrespect.”
Natasha only hums in response to you, amusement in her eyes at the way you've just addressed her. “Why almost anything?” Natasha asks, catching you off guard. She moves closer to you, so you're only a breath away from each other. Instinctively you move to take a step back, but the tightening of Natasha’s hand on your waist keeps you in place.
“What?” You ask, confusion clear in your words.
Amusement flashes through Natasha’s eyes. Her signature smirk curls onto her lips as she asks again. “Why would you do almost anything for me.” She mumbles, moving closer to you so that her next words are spoken against the skin of your cheek, her lips brushing against you. “What wouldn’t you do for me? What lines wouldn’t you cross? What do you deem as too far to go in order to have me?”
Your throat goes dry. Natasha steps closer to you, so that now you can feel her body against your own. This can’t be happening, you must be dreaming. “Or should I ask what would you do for me y/n?”
“Anything.” You answer dumbly, your mind fumbling desperately for the words. “I would do anything for you.”
“Anything?” She asks. You can feel her smile against your skin. Her hot breath fanning against you makes you shiver. You nod, not trusting your voice, closing your eyes to focus on the drag of her lips against your skin.
Slowly, she moves her lips across your face, up your cheek and across to your ear. “Good.” She whispers, before stepping away from you completely.
She smiles at you then turns to leave the room, walking out without even glancing back at you. She’s just left you a blushing mess in the locker room. She’s amazing and frustrating and so so hot. She’s your superior. And now she knows you have a thing for her.
She’s going to have fun using that to her advantage.
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Part Two
A/n- I don’t usually write stuff like this, just wanted to give it a try. Lmk what you think
