Natasha Romanoff one shots

Prince Charming 5

Your pov:

She kisses down your throat, gently nipping the skin there and you sigh. Her hand inches upwards but you stop her hand from going further.

"Natasha-" The woman retracts her hand, eyes looking at you so intensely and you swallow.
"I-" You don't know what to say but you know that you wanted her to take it a step further. She pulls her hand back but you stop her, grabbing her hand in the process form the sheer amount of desperation.
"Wait."
"You don't have to feel pressured into doing this y/n."

"But I do want to, I'm just still a virgin and I just-" You shy away from her intense gaze, opting to look at the floor but Natasha isn't having any of that, so with her finger she tilts your head back up to look at her.
"You just what?"
"I'm just-" The sound of shoes on the hardwood floor interrupts whatever you wanted to say and you sigh in annoyance. Why does this keep happening to me?!

"Dear god why!?" You whisper yell before once again shoving the woman into the wardrobe. You let out another sigh before, fixing the robe that was slid off of your body then sitting on your bed. Fortunately, to your surprise it wasn't your mother, instead it was Moira, who had brought a fresh set of laundry.

"Moira you scared me, I thought you were my mother." You mumble and she arches her brow in suspicion.
"And why were you scared?"
"N-no reason." Moira hums not believing your excuse at all but she doesn't hover on it.
"I've brought your laundry." She waves the basket and you smile gratefully.
"Thank you."
"Just let me put it in your wardrobe and I will be out of your hair."
"No!"

Moira stops and raises both of her eyebrows at your sudden reaction.
"I mean, l-let me do it. It's been a long day, it's late and you should get some rest."
"Nonsense y/n, I don't mind-"
"No seriously, it's just that uh... " Come on, think!
"My wardrobe is a mess. That's all."

Moira laughs at your statement and you let out a nervous chuckle while scratching the back of your neck.
"Now I know that's a lie because you never leave your room until all mess is gone." Touché
"I know it's just that I was in a rush this morning and I didn't get time to put everything in order."

You grab the laundry basket that was in Moira's hands before placing it right next to the wardrobe.
"Rest assured that I will get this done." Moira gives you a skeptical look but she only sighs before turning to leave your room.
"I hope whatever you are up to does not get you into any trouble." She mumbles before closing the door to your bedroom.

You release a relieved sigh and after a moment you can feel the blonde woman standing behind you.
"Shit."
"Well who would have thought that the princess had such vulgar language." The woman teases and you scoff.
"Not the time."
"Well then, I guess I should go."
"W-what no." The woman's lips twitch into a smirk and she arches her brow as she turns to look at you.

"And what do you need me to stay for princess?"
"Y.. You know why."
"I don't. But maybe if you told me, I would think about staying. Come on, enlighten me. " Your teeth tugs at your lip as you attempt to formulate a coherent sentence and Natasha waits patiently in front of you with her infamous smirk plastered onto her face.
"I wanted you to... to do what you were about to do before we got interrupted."
"Which was?" she continues, finding your reactions to her teasing quite amusing.

"Well you were about to touch me."
"I was, wasn't I?" She teases but her lips meet yours in a soft kiss that has you melting against the blonde woman. She pushes her tongue inside your mouth, the sensation making you feel that same ache you felt around her many times before except this one was more electric. You let out a whine and she takes the opportunity to bite your lip with her teeth before releasing it with a pop.