Natasha Romanoff || 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 (𝑔𝓍𝑔)

Pleasure

Natasha and y/n sat beside each other at the long table while the Avengers talked about a mission. Y/n was barely listening because she was so attracted to Natasha. Everything about her, her hair, her scent, her aura absolutely everything.

"You know I can tell your staring at me," Natasha whispered in y/n's ear.

Y/n turned bright red.

"Its cute," Natasha whispered and winked. 

Y/n was having gay panic and the butterflies in her stomach were going crazy. 

"This is so boring," Natasha whispered again and placed her hand on y/n's thigh.

Y/n thought she was going to die. This felt like a dream. Natasha started drawing circles around y/n's thigh and slowly made her way up tracing her lace panties.

"Lace... I like it," Natasha whispered again.

"What did you say Nat?" Steve asked. 

The whole table went quiet.

"Nothing continue."

Y/n was a mess, her pussy was so wet she just wanted Natasha to finger her right there and then. Wanda stared at y/n giving her weird glances. 

"Poor Wanda," Natasha whispered. 

Y/n giggled. Natasha's finger went to y/'ns clit.

"Can I?" Natasha asked.

Y/n nodded her head aggressively, Natasha giggled because she found it cute. Natasha inserted a finger and y/n held onto her leather jacket. She tried to maintain her moans, luckily for her nobody was paying too much attention at the 2 of them. Y/n got to her climax and cummed. Natasha licked her fingers off clean. The conversation continued and y/n sat there completely confused of what just happened.