a/n: mostly true story and also i heart my gf happy pride
Gentle hands roamed your body as you laid face to face with Natasha. Her lips were on yours, passionately expressing her love for you. She gently tugged on the bottom of your shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off. Without hesitation, you nodded and it was gone in a second.
Her hands met the soft skin of your chest and she hummed in delight. You loved mornings like these with your girlfriend, they were so beautiful.
Subtly peering at Natasha's watch, you noticed the time. “Tasha,” you attempted to speak while she now mischievously peppered your face with kisses, “we should probably get ready to go now.”
“Ten more minutes,” she pouted, pulling you close to her. “Just a few,” you relaxed in her arms, revelling in the physical intimacy. “I love you so much,” Natasha gently brushed your hair out of your face. “I love you Nat,” you nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck.
After a while, you sat up and started looking for your shirt. “I'm going to get dressed too, detka,” Natasha gently kissed your forehead and walked over to the closet. She brought her clothes over the bed and set them down before going to the bathroom.
Quickly, you snatched her green jumper, slipping it over your head and laying down under the blankets again. When Natasha returned, she put her jeans on before rummaging around for her jumper.
A smirk adorned her face when she realised where it had gone. “Moya lyubov?” she turned to you. “Yes, Tasha?” you asked, as innocently as possible. “Have you seen my jumper?” she slowly made her way towards you, expecting you to have hidden it deep within the depths of the bed.
“No, I have a really comfy green jumper though. I don't know where it is right now,” you giggled. Natasha quickly pulled back the covers, shocked to see you wearing it. “You look so cute in my clothes, malyshka,” she grinned so widely you thought her cheeks would bruise.
Heat creeped up your ears, trying to think of a cover story so you could keep it. “I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not wearing any shirt,” you held your arms out as if to prove it. “Ohh, I see that now,” Natasha gently climbed into bed with you, holding you gently.
“Your lack of shirt is so soft, detka,” she gently caressed your arm. “I know,” you hid your face in her chest. She gently tickled your sides, eliciting laughter from deep within you as you squirmed in an attempt to escape her grasp. When she stopped, you moved to lay on top of her, listening to her steady heartbeat.
The two of you lay there for a while, content to just bask in the silence. Eventually, you slipped off the jumper, attempting to hand it to Natasha.
However, now there was something in her sights she was much more interested in.
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marvel one-shots // avengers x reader
FanfictionEver wanted to know what's in Yelena's vest? Or where Natasha's favourite place to go on a date is? This book is filled with some one-shots I've written about the avengers and occasionally the cast :) Requests are closed for now as I am currently re...
