One shots | N.Romanoff x Fem Reader

Keep your hands right there - N.R

'Keep your hands right there'

Request

"You wanna watch a movie?" Nat asks, making her way into the kitchen, her hand making its way to my lower back to alert me she was there.
"What movie?" I ask, dropping the toast I was eating.
"Your choice." She smiles, leaning against the counter.
"Sure! I just need to tell Wands I can't make it to training." I reply, finishing my toast.
"Don't blow her off for me." She mutters unconvincingly, picking at her nails.
"Natasha, are you jealous?" I chuckle.
"Of what? A witch?" She scoffs.
"You are!" I laugh.
"Why would I be? It's not like I'm into you." She rolls her eyes.
"I'm going to go tell her." I sigh, leaving the room.

"Hey Wands." I greet.
"Hey! Ready for training?" Wands asks.
"About that-" I start.
"You're ditching me for her." She sighs.
"Could we just push it back a little?" I ask.
"Forget about it." She huffs, leaving the room.
"Wands-" I sigh.
"Forget about it, Y/n. All you ever do is blow me off for her. Why is she so much better than me?" She asks.
"Wanda, that's not what I'm saying and you know it." I retort.
"So why can't you push her back? Why me?" She asks.
"Because-" I sigh.
"Just forget about it, now." Wanda replies, shoving past me to leave the room.

"Hey." Nat smiles sitting on my bed. She's set up blankets and pillows and dimmed the lights, just like how I like the atmosphere when I watch a movie. "Are you okay?" She asks.
"Wanda got mad at me for asking to push training back." I mutter,
"Are you serious? She can't be a little patient?" She scoffs.
"You're not patient either, Natasha." I reply. "Sorry." I sigh.
"It's fine, you're right." She says, looking down. She pats the bed next to her, looking up at me hopefully.
"Can we watch 'What a girl wants', please?" I ask, placing myself next to her.
"Again?" She asks.
"Please?" I plead.
"Fine." She sighs, smiling and putting the movie on.

Half way into the movie, my hand falls on Nat's lap after wiping the sleep from my face.
"Shit, I'm sorry." I sigh, pulling it away, but her hand grabs it and places it back.
"Keep your hands right there." She whispers, looking toward me.
"Nat?" I ask, my gaze falling to my hand on her thigh.
"Won't let my mind go there." She sighs, looking down. She looks back up at me, I feel her gaze burning into me. I can feel my face burning. "Keep your eyes on me." She mutters, her hand resting on my jaw, pulling my gaze upon her. "Tell me I'm yours for life." She demands.
"Tasha... What is this?" I ask.
"I want you, Y/n. So does Wanda but I need you, she doesn't need you." She replies.
"You've never shown this side of you." I mutter, her hand still upon my jaw.
"Please, even if it's just one night. Tell me I'm yours. I want you to be mine." She mutters.
"I'm yours, Tasha, I'm all yours." I reply and she pulls me on top of her.
"You're mine, I own you." She responds, kissing down my neck.
"Fuck, Nat." I groan, the pleasure slipping through my lips.
"I've wanted this for so fucking long." She mutters against my neck, her warm air sending a chill down my spine.
"Please, Nat." I moan, my hands falling to her head to pull her closer to me, as close as I can get her. I've wanted this forever.
"God, you're so fucking hot moaning my name like that." She grunts before definitely leaving a hickey.
"Fuck." I mumble, my hand falling to her neck.
"Do you want to go further?" She asks.
"I need it." I mumble, the mess growing between my legs. Her hands slip around my waist, pulling my shirt up.
"God, your body is so attractive." She comments.
"Thank you." I grumble, slowly grinding on her for the slightest bit of friction.
"Patience, baby." She mutters, pulling my shirt over head and throwing it to the side then her own. The pet name sent chills down me, growing the mess even more. "Let's get these off, huh?" She suggests, pulling at my belt loops.
"Please." I plead. She undoes the button and slides them off of me, leaving me in my underwear.
"God, baby, you're so fucking hot." She compliments. "And so wet." She chuckles.
"Do something about it, and hurry up." I beg.
"Demanding, much?" She chuckles.
"Not at all, just desperate." I groan. She pulls down my underwear, revealing the mess that rests between my legs.
"Extremely desperate." She chuckles. She pulls my hips gently, lowering me onto her mouth. I moan as her tongue makes contact with my clit, her hands pulling me back and forth subtly.
"Holy fuck." I breathe. The contact sends chills through me, my body feels so overwhelmed but I need more at the same time. The feeling strikes it through me, it's so much better than I imagined. "Keep doing that, please, it feels so fucking good." I moan, my hands tangling in her hair as I grind along with her hands guiding me.
"You're doing so well, darling." She praises, flipping me so my back is on the bed and she's lying between my thighs. "Are you ready for more?" She asks.
"God, yes." I whimper. I suddenly feel something inside of me whilst her mouth is still making contact. "Fuck, Nat, I need- I-" I whimper, the climax reaching me more than it ever has before.
"Cum, baby." She orders gently. My body shakes as I release, making a complete mess of Nat. I pant as she slows her movements, letting me ride out my orgasm. "Fuck you taste good." She grunts, moving her way up to kiss me. I feel slightly embarrassed that I came into her mouth but she seems to like it so that soothes my nerves.
"Thank you." I sigh gently, the orgasm still having an effect on me.
"It's not over yet, my love, if you're up for it?" She suggests.
"Definitely more." I smile.
"Desperate as ever." She chuckles. "How about we try something more?" She suggests.
"Like what?" I ask, confused.
"God, you're naive." She laughs once more. "I'll be back." She smiles, kissing me once before grabbing a shirt and chucking it on since she was mostly dressed.

A moment later walks back in, holding something behind her back.
"Close your eyes, darling." Natasha says. Reluctantly I close my eyes and after a minute and a bit of noise she tells me to open them. She stands before me completely naked, a strap resting on her lips.
"Holy fuck." I whisper.
"You like?" She asks, climbing on the bed.
"Definitely." I reply. I whimper as it makes contact with my skin, not going inside me yet. She starts by kissing my neck again before making her way to my lips.
"You ready?" She asks, barely taking a break from kissing me.
"So ready." I whimper, needing the feeling that once beheld me to come again. And to cum again. She slowly enters it in me, gently letting her take control of me once more. She's so fucking good at this. She goes slow at first, then goes faster, continuing to kiss me as she goes faster and faster, she changes her attention to my tits, leaving hickeys and massaging them. The orgasm hits quicker and faster than the first time, I'm now so sensitive I can barely move.
"Holy fuck, Natasha, you're so fucking good." I whimper. "Can I return it?" I ask, panting so much I could barely talk.
"I think you've had enough for tonight, baby." She chuckles. "Let's get you cleaned up, huh?" She suggests.
"But-" I start.
"No, honey. You can do it next time, if you want a next time that is." She smiles hopefully.
"I'd be fucking crazy to say no." I reply.
"I'm going to start you a bath, wait here." She says, walking into my en-suite.
"A bath?" I call out questionably.
"After care. Have you never had that before?" She asks from the bathroom.
"No?" I reply.
"Well, you deserve it. Find us something to watch for after the bath, yeah?" She suggests as she starts running the bath.

I do as Nat says and get it ready before she comes back out, the strap now off. She places it on my bedside table.
"Don't worry, I cleaned it." She smiles, giving me a kiss before picking me up and taking me to the bathtub.

She places me in before sitting behind me and pulling me to rest on her. She starts washing me, being gentle when she reaches between my thighs, I'm still so sensitive that I shake as she does so.

"Can I ask you something?" She asks once we're out of the tub dry and clothed, me cuddling into her side.
"That was a question, y'know?" I chuckle.
"An actual question." She smiles.
"Yes, you can." I reply.
"Do you- like anyone?" She hesitates.
"I might." I smile. Her face falls. "Natasha, I just had extremely hot sex with you. And, you are incredible. A little protective of me, on missions and when I go to hang out with Wanda. If you're asking if I'm into you, then yes. And just for what happened." I smile, kissing her once more.
"So, do you maybe want to be my girlfriend?" She asks, staring into my eyes, a hopeful smile playing on her lips.
"Yes Natasha, I do, I really do." I reply, a growing smile hitting my lips.
"Thank fuck." She smiles. "Because I'm so into you. C'mere." She begs gently, pulling me into her closer, kissing the top of my head. This was so much better than hanging out with Wanda.

A/N: This was a request and I hope it was what they wanted<3