The Prophecy

Romanov

"So you're never leaving your room again?" A familiar voice spoke from my doorway as I lay still, hoping she would leave.

When I heard the door shut, I looked up to check she was gone but her red hair said directly in my view point as she moved to sit next to me on the bed where I was laying on top of the duvet.

"You've been in here for two days," she informed me as I turned around and lay my head on her lap as her hand awkwardly wrapped around my body to brush the hair out of my face.

"I'm moving out," I finally spoke.

"I don't think you know how to work a washing machine, you're not going anywhere," Nat laughed out her nose as I sat up and looked over to her, resting my legs next to her.

"Why are you here? I didn't think we were talking?" I thought aloud.

She shook her head, "we're not not talking, you're just being a miserable bitch at the moment."

"Says you," I bit back.

"Example A," her brows raised, "I'm not here to argue, I don't want to argue with you Y/N/N, I just didn't want you to think no one cares because I do ... I do care about you."

I hummed and looked between her eyes as she exhaled shakily from her nose and gave me a sad smile.

"I really miss you," she told me.

I nodded slowly as she nodded to, her eyes soft and deep in greens that appeared to be getting more and more detailed the closer to got to them. Nat exhaled shakily once more and briefly looked down at my lips before back to my eyes.

"Y/N/N," she whispered, "Wanda..."

"Broke up with me," I finished, lightly scrunching up the material of her tshirt in my hand as her nose brushed mine softly.

"I don't know-" she started as I pressed our lips together slowly and softly until she moved to cup my cheek and kiss me back, a low groan leaving her throat as I shifted to straddle her body, her legs twitching in anticipation as our kiss became harder. My own hands pulled her shirt over her head as she attacked my lips once more, our tongues hot and heavy between us as she bucked her hips up in response to my hands on her belt, quickly undoing the material and pulling it off her body.

"This...is...a...bad...idea..." she breathed out between kisses.

"Like you're not dying for this," I spoke against her lips with her hands tangled in my hair and my own pulling her jeans down off her body.

"Wait," she groaned, pulling our lips apart as I looked at her eyes, leaving stray kisses on her face while she hummed and closed her eyes, "keep going," she added as I felt my lips curling into a smile before kissing hers again.

Moving my hand between her parted legs, I lightly moaned at the feeling of her pulsating heat and the arrousal that already coated my fingers before I pulled her underwear to the side and plunged two fingers deep inside her as she moaned loudly and her spine rose off the bed.

"Oh fuck," she cursed, biting her bottom lip as I fucked her hard, moving my fingers faster than I ever had done before as she let out a string of satisfied hums and her legs shook around me.

"Hold it," I ordered, positioning my own hips above my hand as I pulled out of her and pushed in three this time, the pressure from my own hips, pressing straight against her g-spot and my own clit.

"Ugh," she groaned, "I forgot h-how good this feels."

"God you're fucking soaked," I smirked slightly, slipping in and out of her before curling them all as she practically screamed, pulling my hair back as she came around my digits, her hips still moving for more.