Natasha Romanoff one shots

Prince Charming 4

Your pov:

You were restless in your bedroom, the thought of having another woman's lips, Natasha's lips, pressed onto yours making your head spin in some sort of frenzy. You felt different yet ashamed of yourself. That you liked the feeling of Natasha kissing you. And what was even more shameful was that you wanted it to happen again.

The blonde woman couldn't leave your mind, it was like she was now  plagued inside your head, like an unforgettable memory.

You tossed and you turned but the feeling still wouldn't go away. There was an ache that you couldn't describe in between your thighs whenever you recalled the memories from moments ago. The look in Natasha's eyes, the way her hands grabbed your waist to pull you closer towards her, the feeling of her lips pressed against yours, the feeling of her body so close to your own and the feeling of her breath ghosting over your lips.

It irked you that you wanted to march right up to her room and demand her to do it again, and again, and again and for her to never stop doing it until maybe she took it further? What would happen if she took it further. You were still pure, and you still had no idea how women had intercourse. But would Natasha be gentle with you? Or would she get impatient and take you until you were a babbling mess. Or maybe both? How would it feel. How would she feel? You found yourself wondering all of this as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning in the royal castle seemed to be as vibrant than ever. With your mother away for some shopping and your father conducting business with Natasha, you found yourself walking in the empty halls of the castle with a small smile on your face. You were excited. For the first time,  you woke up feeling different.

You hummed a tune as you walked over to the royal library. You scanned the multiple options before finding one that interested you. You pulled the book out before dusting it and placing yourself on the chair next to the window. You read for a while before placing the book down onto the table. A sigh escaped your lips as your fingers tapped impatiently on the armrest of the chair.

Your ears perked up once you heard the sound of voices outside. You could see your father stepping out with Natasha.
"They must be done speaking about the business." You mumbled to yourself.
"Who is?" You jumped in surprise at the sound of Moira's voice behind you. She gave you an apologetic smile before walking over to you, her eyes darting between the window and you.

"Spying on your father and his guest I see."
"No I wasn't I was just-"
"I'm only kidding y/n." You let out a nervous chuckle at her response before clearing your throat.
"Is everything alright?" You ask and she hums.
"Yes, I just wanted to inform you that your father is stepping out for a moment, he's got an important meeting with the advisors. You nod your head, a boost of excitement filling you at the thought of being alone in the castle with Natasha.

Now wait, hold on.

This wasn't you admitting that you liked Natasha or girls for that matter. You simply enjoyed her company. And the feeling of her lips, but that was all. You told yourself that this would be the last time you were so carefree around the woman because whatever this was had to stop, maybe.
"Alright, thanks Moira."
"There's some baked goods in the kitchen if you want some." You offer the woman a smile and she recuperates with one of her own before leaving you alone.

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You walked past a few of the new flowers that you'd planted a few weeks ago, smiling to yourself at seeing them flourish. Your feet guided you further into the garden, to the one place you know Natasha would be. And to your luck, you were right. You found Natasha leaning against the wall, a cigarette in her hand as her gaze was fixated onto the flowers in front of her.