YELENA ONESHOTS (AOT!)

★ Clean Them, Now. (smut)

This was a dare :))))
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"Oh damn," you whispered, slipping on a pair of shorts. After a long day of work under the sun, you were finally home. You cleaned shoes for a living, and honestly you were pretty well known for leaving them spotless. You couldn't lie, you liked this job. Everyone around you questioned why you had picked that "peasant-like" job when you clearly came from a wealthy family. "I just enjoy it" you would tell them, giving them the same cheery smile you wore every single day.

You did this for a low price, considering you had your own cafe, which was opened on the weekends. It used to be your papa's, but since he saw how hard working and enthusiastic you were he passed it down. You loved that place, a small building with flowers all around, even a little fountain.

You hummed your favourite lullaby, taking off your bra and putting on an oversized white shirt. "Let's see,'' your pointer tracing circles on the screen of your iPad as if you were looking for a certain appli, sliding the pencil from its side and double-tapping it. You went to notes, writing down how much you had made that day.

You sat down on your bed, throwing the device on your nightstand, wondering why Yelena didn't show up today.

She was one of your best clients, or how you would call her the client of the month. She was always the first one to show up, the first one to get her dirty work boots cleaned.

You would always tease her, "Instead of coming every single day, why don't you just ask me out, Yelena Bychkov?'' She would always roll her eyes, lifting your chin with her fingers, and making you look at her, "Shut the hell up and keep scrubbing."

You would always laugh, knowing that she tried acting so tough when she was one of the sweetest people you had met made you question a lot of things.

You and Yelena had been friends since you were children, your mothers were best friends, so you grew up with her. You sighed, you knew you had feelings for her, yet didn't know how to confess.

Everyone knew, it was noticeable. The way you would look at her, eyes glimmering, like a child who had received a present. You would always help her with errands, or even baked her her favourite treat, chocolate doughnuts. Oh, how she loved them, a little bit too much.

A knock on the door filled your ears, making you glance at your phone.

10:06 PM

You raised an eyebrow, strange. You stood up from your bed and walked downstairs, boosting your door. Your head peeks through the window, "Yelena?" Why was she here? You slowly opened the door, earning a smile from the handsome blonde. She waved.

"Hey."

"Hi."

Yelena giggled, unbuttoning a few buttons from her shirt. "May I come in?" She smiled. You nodded, stepping aside so Yelena could come in. She stepped inside, hunching so she could fit through.

The soldier chuckled, "Hope I'm not bothering, I just wanted to see you." You shook your head, "I was actually thinking about you." You closed the door, walking to the living room, where Yelena was already, throwing the coat she had on her hands somewhere in the room, making herself comfortable.

"Aw, Y/n L/n was thinking about me, how damn cute,'' She teased, winking at you. "I mean, I can see why, I'm hella gorgeous. My beautiful and perfect face has you thinking about me twenty-"

"Oh shut up" you cut her off with a laugh. You glanced at Yelena, she was wearing a grey button-up shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, accompanied by her favourite black pair of boots.

She sat down on the couch, crossing her legs, ankle on her knee. You walked behind the couch, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and placing a kiss on her cheek, Yelena giving you a small smile. "Would you like ginger milk tea?" You asked, heading to the kitchen, which wasn't too far from the living room. (If you don't like tea, I promise you'll like this one. Try it. ://> )