Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Natasha Romanoff: Ms.Romanoff

Word Count: 1648

Attraction is not always controlled. Though we like to think that there are features and factors we are consistently attracted to, we don't get to choose which people have those features or factors.

For example, let's say someone likes green eyes and it just so happens their school bully has green eyes. Though they hate the bully, some of them might be looking forward to catching a glimpse of their green eyes.

For Y/n, it was more complex than a school bully. Her interests were more taboo. She couldn't help it, Natasha Romanoff was the definition of attractive.

Everything about the woman made Y/n flustered. There had been many nights where she laid in her own bed, screaming the red head's name as she played with herself.

There were two things that worked against Y/n's impulses. Natasha was at least 16 years her senior, and she was her best friend's mother.

Ms. Romanoff was a single mother to her friend James. A friend she had since middle school. She had always known Ms. Romanoff was attractive, even back then. It was simpler when Y/n only knew that Natasha was pretty.

However, as one grows things stray away from innocence. The word pretty just didn't do her any justice as Y/n got older. Now in her sophomore year of college, it seemed like words in general were not doing Y/n justice.

" Y/n, I need your help after class," James said as Y/n worked on her assignment.

" With what?"

" Well, you know how I'm spending the next week with my grandparents?"

The girl nods.

" My mom wants the house spotless before I leave, and I could really use a hand," his voice gets higher at the end of the sentence.

Y/n sighed," You are lucky, you're my best friend. I wouldn't do this for literally anyone else."

He did a small victory dance in his seat," I was thinking you could take outside, and I take inside?"

If this were a regular house, Y/n would've argued a bit more. However, the inside of the house was huge, with plenty of rooms that were probably worse than the lawn or the pool.

" The grass and the pool, that's it."

He nodded his head vigorously," That's all I need from you."

Y/n goes back to doing her assignment," You owe me for this, Jamie."

James just chuckled," What's better payment than friendship?"

Y/n glared at him, and he raised a hand in defense," Fine, I'll buy the food the next few times we hang out."

" I get to pick the place," the girl demanded.

" You're going to drain my pockets, aren't you?"

Y/n shrugs innocently," Maybe, maybe not."

When class ends, Y/n and James head straight over to the house.

" Ma, I'm home and I brought Y/n!"

Y/n felt her heart beat pick up a little as she heard footsteps pad down the stairs. Every time she saw Ms. Romanoff, she couldn't help but let her eyes wander a little bit.

" Hi, Y/n ! I feel like it's been way too long," she trots right over to Y/n for a quick hug.

Y/n has to count a few seconds as to not make the hug longer than it has to be," Ya James never invites me over anymore, unless it's for yard work."

Natasha gasped at her son," You called her to help you clean up?"

The boy tried to defend himself," I mean, she said yes. Y/n, you know you're always welcome here. It's basically your house too, especially since you're helping clean it."