malignant (Natasha X Reader)

part 18 |Bad idea|

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Bad Idea - girl in red

They hadn't been properly talking for days. Natasha and Y/n had been saying maybe a sentence to each other each day.

They missed each other, badly. It was weird being in the compound and in their separate rooms. So weird that Natasha was tempted to call Y/n.

She was so confused. Her feelings were all over the place. She knew she'd fucked up. But her stubbornness was restricting her from saying anything yet.

There's one thing she knew clearly. She needed her here. It was late but she knew that Y/n would be up.

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Y/n was in the same boat. She couldn't think straight. They were giving each other the silent treatment almost, yet, she still wanted her. She wasn't going to make the first move though. She refused. Y/n didn't know how Natasha was feeling right now and didn't want to risk it.

She was feeling so lost after these past few days but couldn't help but miss her being around.

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Pacing around her room, reaching for the phone on and off, Natasha was desperately trying to make a decision. Her skin crawling, desperation rapidly increasing, she ran her hands through her hair trying to stop her thoughts.

Finally she gave in.

She picked up the phone and hovered her thumb over Y/n's contact. Clicking on the call option she immediately regretted her decision. Was she really going to do this in the middle of their fight?

Somehow Natasha was still shocked when Y/n responded, even though she'd known she'd be awake.

There was silence from Y/n's end as she waited for Nat to speak.

"Come over," the blonde spoke, making it more of a demand than a question.

All she could hear in response from Y/n was a short deep laugh as she hung up.

Natasha didn't know how to feel or act. She tried to be casual in case Y/n did actually come over but she hadn't given a direct response.

A minute passed and she turned her head to the creak of the door.

Y/n was leaning against the doorframe with a huge grin plastered on her face and an intimidating stare.

Natasha walked up to her, grabbed her on the wrist and closed the door behind her.

When she turned back around, within seconds Y/n had her pinned against the wall. She kissed her deeply, taking full control with her hand creeping towards the blonde's neck.

Natasha groaned in response and grabbed Y/n by the jaw, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Tangling her fingers in her hair, the kiss advanced into a full make-out session.

They gasped as they pulled away for air staring deeply into each other's eyes looking for answers as to why and how this was happening.

Stygian leaned in again but only kissed her on the lips quickly as she started to place them further and further down the blonde's neck. Her hand still on the other side, gripping her tightly, the kisses turned into bites in the hopes of leaving marks. The bites got harsher as they travelled, making Y/n grin.

She looked back up at the blonde whose head was resting against the wall as she breathed heavily, almost panting.

"I hate you," Y/n spoke still smirking at the girl. This caught Nat's attention. "I hate your perfect face," she started giving more hickeys, " I hate your stupid smile, I hate the way you look at me, I hate your perfect body, I hate the way you laugh and how it makes me want to do this to you every night, I hate how you care for me even when we don't talk, I hate you."

Nat grabbed Stygian by the chin fiercely.

"Show how much you hate me," she spoke in a deep tone commanding the girl.

Stygian grinned and stared directly into the other girl's eyes. Her hands began to travel further and further up from Nat's hips, going under her shirt. Before she did anything, she raised an eyebrow at Natasha to check for a final time, when she got the signal she continued to move her hands intricately.

Undoing Nat's bra from under her t-shirt, she brought her mouth towards her ear and spoke.

"Darling you're so pretty it hurts."

Further pushing her towards the wall she took off Natasha's T-shirt and threw it onto the floor.

Stygian took off her clothes whilst finally taking off Natasha's pants.

"As much as they're pretty...I'd hate to ruin them," she grinned drafting her into another kiss.

Natasha knew where this was going but there was only one thought in her head: "I'm totally fucked."

Stygian's mouth moved lower down the girl's body effortlessly.

"You'd wished you'd never called," she lowly spoke, smirking once more.

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"Does this mean we've gotten over the argument? Cause I feel like I have on my part." She spoke softly to the tired and sore Natasha lying next to her in bed.

"Yeah, I never wanted to argue in the first place, I guess I just let my feelings get the better of me."

"Goodnight darling," she kissed her on the forehead and draped her arm over her, pulling her closer.

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A/n you're welcome, I'm not doing anything more advanced than this 😽