Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Natasha Romanoff: Spend My Time on Us

An: Not a sort of frequent update... crazy

Smut

Word Count: 2269

One of the most beautiful things about you in Natasha's eyes was how patient you were. Even when you felt needy you were never in a rush. She'd be gone for weeks at a time maybe even months but you never complained about her job. On one side of things, you didn't have to right to complain as you were just a hookup. On the other side the first time Natasha had you she'd sworn off anyone else. The spy had you all to herself so she seldom felt like she had enough time to enjoy you.

Natasha was the impatient one. There were times when she was on mission where the only thing on her mind was you. She'd close her eyes and feel your hands climbing up her legs. Her core warmed at the thought. A whole scenery would unfold in her mind, you in between her legs with her head thrown back in ecstasy. The ever so innocent look on your face when you peered through your eyelashes.

She was always flustered when she made it back from a mission. She often sought you out to end that frustration. However it never unfolded in the way she expected. The rough sex that she had often day dreamed about, would instead turn into something hot, slow, and sensual. Natasha could not get enough of the way your hips bucked into hers, with the strap secured around you. The way that you fucked her, screamed that you loved her.

Perhaps you did, but you were patient enough to wait for Natasha to realize your feelings.

" I can't do this anymore," Natasha mumbled against your neck.

You slowly pulled back from her," What do you mean, Nat?"

" I mean," her hand trails up your bare stomach, " I can't go back to work."

The red head slowly drops to her knees. Her hands rest on your waistband. Your face is hot with anticipation.

" You have to."

One look from her kills the argument you tried to create. She tugs your pants down, " No, I don't. I can give it all up. Every part of it. The only thing I can't quit is you. Y/n, you don't know what you do to me."

Natasha dips her head to taste you but your hand rest on her chin tilting it up to meet your gaze, "Tell me... what I do to you."

From her position Natasha edges you towards the bed. You fall slightly with your back hitting the mattress. She takes that time to climb up you so that she's hovering over you. The spy grinds herself down on your abdomen and you can feel her dampness on your stomach.

" You make me want to give all this shit up and spend my time on us."

The scrunch of your eyebrows posses a question that your lips can't contain, " Us?"

Natasha's eyes meet yours, " I need more of you, Y/n. I crave it. I can't stand being away from you."

Her head dips down and she peppers hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Your breathing staggers slightly, " You crave me or the way I fuck you?"

The dark haired woman chuckles into your ear, " Both."

Your hands find the dips of her hips and you squeeze lightly. Your touch feels like ice on her hot skin, she shivers. " Natty, baby, I don't need the seductive spy to tell me she craves me. I need the woman that lets me make love to her every time she tries to fuck me to tell me. The woman that comes in hot and let's me calm her enough to take her slow. I need the woman who wants me to hold her after she cums all over my cock to tell me that she wants me for more than just my body."

You can feel Natasha pulsing on your body. The words you say make the woman shake with want and pleasure. " Y/n, please."

A smirk takes over your features, " You want to give it all up for me?"