Elizabeth Olsen one shots

I Know You Want me (NR)

No one POV

Ever since the Avengers lost to Thanos and Wanda blipped Y/N has been broken and he has been drunk for everyday for the past two months.

It got so bad that Tony, Nat, and Steve stopped letting him drink at the compound. Wanda was Y/N's true love, they had a connection ever since he first arrived at the compound after the Avengers rescued him from Hydra's clutches. It might have been the connection he had with Wanda's twin brother that brought them closer together. But then there was this unspoken heat and attraction between him and Natasha as well.

There was the first love triangle in the team and it was between him Wanda and Natasha but after a while he realized his feelings for Wanda were much stronger than they ever could be for Natash. Even though it killed him to hurt Natasha they still were the best of friends.

⚠️ Smut ⚠️

Natasha POV

I'm just stepping out of the shower from a late night workout. I do a lot of my work outs at night now to stay awake to make sure he gets home safe. Then I hear my bedroom door open. "It's polite to knock Rogers." I say playfully as I wrap the towel tightly around me and walk out of the bathroom. I freeze when I see it's not Steve but Y/N standing in my bedroom.

"Well probably shouldn't leave your door unlocked if you don't want unwelcome visitors. And since when does Rogers come into your bedroom this late at night? Why are you even awake?" He asks almost annoyed. He's a little tipsy I can tell but not drunk. Which is a new thing he's been so drunk for the past couple months and he's been a mean drunk. I tried to get him to stop after the first couple weeks but then he yelled at me so I just have been keeping an eye on him. I make sure he gets home safe after going out drinking.

"Why do you care if Rogers is in my room? And if you must know I'm making sure you get home safely." I say with no emotion and he just glares at me. "Just didn't expect you and all righteous to be getting down late at night." He says and I laugh at him.

"Oh yeah, most nights you come home so drunk you can barely stand."

"What you used to have fun with me when we were drunk? Why not have some fun with me Nat." This time he gives me his cute smirk that got me the first time we were drinking. That was our first time together.

He starts walking towards me with his flirty eyes and my heart nearly starts pounding in my chest. Once he is standing right in front of me I look up at him and I can smell the alcohol in his breath.

He places his hands on my cheeks and he leans down and kisses me. I know I should push him away but I can't help it so I kiss him back. This is all I've ever wanted Y/N Y/L/N, but I come back to reality. I push him away and walk away from him.

"Y/N I can't..." I whisper as I almost feel tears stinging my eyes. "You can't? Or won't? What do you want, because I want you Nat."

"Won't" I whisper and close my eyes as he leaned over me, pressing his body close to mine. He is still clothed but I could feel his cock pushing against my ass..I feel his lips on my neck kissing me. His lips are now near my ear as he whispers, "Liar."

It was a lie. I smile to myself, my
breath hot and heavy and fast.

"You want me to fuck you. Admit it."

"I want you to fuck me."

He reaches around to pull apart my towel and I let him. His weight lifted from my back, and I could breathe slightly easier. A second later I heard a belt being unbuckled. A zipper des-cending. "You are such a bad girl." The tip of his cock swept across my skin. Slid down the crack of my ass. Stroked between my thighs, as if he were guiding it with his hand.
"Wicked. Shameless. Filthy dirty."

He leaned over again and whispered in my ear. "But I can't resist you, and you know it."

"Y/N." Desperate to get my hands on him, my arms around him, I tried to straighten up.

He pushed me down again. "No. I'm in charge here. And you're going to stay right where I want you while I give you exactly what you want."

His cock was sliding into me from behind, both of us moaning at the tight, hot friction.
"Is this what you want?" he growled.
"To make me so hard it hurts? To feel my cock deep inside you? To get fucked like the wicked little thing you really are?"
"Yes," I whispered as my legs trembled.
"Yes, yes, yes..."

He went deliciously, agonizingly slow at first, making me feel him inch by inch. He buried himself deep. He used his fingers on me again, rubbing my swollen, sensitive clit while his cock hit some heavenly spot inside me that had my entire body clenching up with unbelievable intensity, until I was on the edge and panicking I might never feel relief-and then gloriously, miraculously, it began to unravel.

It was unlike any orgasm I'd ever experienced since our last sexual encounter years ago-rather than hitting me all at once, it came on slowly, from some place so hidden within me I couldn't even pinpoint its origin. My entire world went still and sirens went off as my body contracted around his cock over and over again.

When the sirens subsided, which I realized were my own cries of ecstasy, Y/N moved fast. He grabbed my hips with both hands and began yanking me backward as he drove in hard and deep. He was rough and relentless, his rasping breaths and rugged growls making him sound more animal than human. I was wet and swollen and sen-sitive, and every single thrust threatened to tear me apart. Part of me was afraid I'd have to use my safe word and beg for mercy.

But another part of me loved every sec-ond, despite the pain. Or maybe because of it. It was beyond belief that I was driving him to this furious, uncontrollable fever pitch. Y/N, who'd always been so honorable, so trustworthy, so good. I'd turned him into a slave to his own desire, who had to have me right now. It made me feel beautiful. Sexy. Strong.
And when he couldn't hold on anymore, his body going stiff behind me, his fingers digging into my hips, I felt every single throb of his orgasm as deeply as I'd felt my own. I never wanted this to end.

But it did end, once he caught his breath he pulled out and I heard him zip up his pants and him buckle his belt back up. I turned around and see him walking towards the door.

"That's it? You just fuck me and leave?" I ask as I pick up the towel and wrap it back around myself.

He stops right before he opens the door and leaves me stunned. Well what did I expect him to confess that he loves me. No he couldn't love me like he loved her.