Workout - NR

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So, small plan! Instead of making a load of 1500+ word stories that I lose interest in writing in I will be making some smaller "stories" between the longer one-shots. If you enjoy this type of thing please let me know!


My hands ached as I kept pulling myself up onto the bar, counting in my head. Every time my chin went above the bar I winced at the ache on my biceps. 20, 21; I counted. The sweat dripped further down my face. Small drops of water from my work falling onto the floor beneath me as I kept going. My shoulders beginning to burn from the repetitive notion. Up and down. 36, 37, 38.

I began to breathe heavily, my chest rising up and down at a constant pace. My heart beating so fast I could feel it in my throat. Calluses already making themselves known on my palms as I kept moving, refusing to stop until- 50.

I dropped down and stretched my arms out before wiping my forehead clean of the sweat. The taste of blood leaving a metallic residue in my mouth. Slowly, I ran my fingers over my lips and saw the small drop of blood drop onto my fingers.

"Head back.." a soft voice spoke and I tilted my head up. Natasha wiped the blood from my lip gently and smirked a little. "At least you remembered to listen" she spoke quietly. I let out a small chuckle and made eye contact with her before wrapping my arm around her, "I always listen Miss Romanoff.."

Her lips ghosted over mine and her hand sneaked down my stomach, making its way into my panties. "Good girl.." She whispered to me before slowly pushing her fingers further in, towards my pussy. A small shaky breath left my mouth.

"So sensitive angel. Is someone tired after only a small workout?" Nat spoke as the first finger edged my hole, making a small moan leave my mouth as I nodded softly.

"Poor baby.. maybe you should rest instead then." She chuckled before pulling her hand away and walking out, her hips swaying perfectly. Her tight suit hugged her curves perfectly as the door shut behind her.

I could do nothing except stand there in complete awe of the woman.

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