A/N: Slight smut, but not too much.
Y/N Pov:
My mind is focused on the paperwork, Steve asked it to be done by 3 pm, it's currently 2:50 and I'm on the last page. Not allowing my mind to wander was hard for me, I've always had trouble focusing for more than an hour. Finally, I sign the bottom then pile the papers together and carry them downstairs, placing them in the meeting room asked to be placed in.
"Y/N," Natasha says walking past, her tone suggesting I follow her.
"Natasha?" I say following her out. She doesn't say anything so I just keep walking alongside her. She takes me to the Weapons Storage.
Does she want to train me?She opens the door gesturing me inside, the weapons storage was large. A long hallway about 2 meters wide and 12 meters long. I'm confused. She closes the door, locking it quietly. My eyes follow her as she walks back in front of me, leading me to the end of the hallway. I look at her as she stops, she looks me straight in the eyes.
Suddenly my back is pushed against the wall and my hands were pinned above my head. My breath stops in my throat.
"May I?" she whispers, her lips centimeters from mine.
"I- I umm..." unable to speak properly, probably due to the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.
She steps back, letting go of me. Her pace fast as she walks back towards the door.
"Nat," I call after her,
"It's okay," she says, nearing the door.
"Nat, wait," I call running after her, she ignores me.
"Please, Nat, wait!" she continues to ignore me,
"Natasha!" I grab her wrist. She stops and slowly turns around. I look at her, her green eyes looking right back at me. Leaning in, I kiss her gently. I pull away, her eyes on me. My eyes look down. I speak quietly,
"I like you, Nat, I always have..." my eyes look back up, "and I always will."
Her eyes soften, still studying me.
"Ok..." she says finally, emotionlessly, but her lips lifting into a smile. She eyes me up and down, lingering for half a second on my lips. She looks at me in a way, in which I know exactly what she's trying to say, I nod.
Moments later our clothes are scattered over the floor and she's between my legs. Moans slip past my lips, no matter how hard I try to suppress them. My legs tremble and she straightens up and kisses me, letting me taste myself.
"We should probably get out of here before somebody finds us," she whispers against my lips. I nod and start picking up our clothes.
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Natasha Romanoff One-shots (Natasha x Female Reader)
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