Age of Y/n: 29
Age of Y/n: Female
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Natashas Point of view
Everyone is on a huge mission, though they a due back sometime today. Y/n wasn't needed. I've been benched. My fault really. I just got back from a run and decided to go to the gym.
As I reach the floor, all I hear is music blasting. Y/ns of course. As I walk into the gym I can see her bench pressing. She cant hear me at all which is a win for me. She's wearing black leggings and her converse. Not the greatest option of shoes but oh well.
Then I hear her singing, "imma care for you~" she hums along with the tune. Her voice is amazing. It's a shame she never sings when we are here. I've walked in a few times when she's been singing.
I lean against the door frame, admiring her. She places the bar back and sits up. She sees me. Her blood red sports bra hugs her breasts in a way that any tighter they might pop out. She stops. "Sorry.." she mumbles as the song turns down. I smirk, "Continue. Please." I might as well beg. Her singing just does something to me.
I don't expect her to, but she actually does. The music turns up. "Cuz girl, you're worth it..~" She sings. Her voice is angelic. "And you deserve it..~" she sings as she stands and proceeds to sing the whole song.
We've been on for a little bit. But never been alone like this. I can feel my breathing gets heavy. She comes closer. The next song playing. Bom bidi bom.
She knows exactly what she's doing.
Y/ns Point of view
I knew she was watching me. And now this song is on I feel like just making a move becuase we are alone.
She song plays. I walk closer. Natasha is breathing heavily. She's still against the doorframe. I mumble the words as I get closer and eventually I'm right infront of her. The tension is thick.
Fuck it.
I shove my lips into hers as the beat drops. She does it right back. My eyes close. Her hands begin to roam. I can feel them on my back and moving up to my neck. She grips. I gasp into her mouth. I feel her smile. I bite her lip. Tasting the blood on my tongue. Her hands move.
I'm a sweaty mess. She picks me up. Her hands grasping my ass. Squeezing. My arms wrap around her. I'm forced against the wall. That's gonna hurt later. I couldn't care less.
Her hair is down.
My finger run through it. Gripping a little. She moans a little. Her strength is incredible. One hand moves. Crawling it's way up my side to my neck. Her lips trail too.
From mine to my jaw. To my neck. She kisses.
Sucks.
I feel high. I don't wanna come down from it.
I open my eyes.
She's nibbles a bit.
I moan a little.
Then I see a figure.
"Na..-" I can't even get her name out. But my panic sets in when I see it's more than one person. It's our whole team. Then they walk in. "Natasha!" I panic. She stops. Looking into my eyes before seeing my look past her. She sighs. She knows exactly why I stopped her. The team is watching us. "FRIDAY...stop the music." She mumbles, before putting my down. She doesn't move though. Her arms return to above my head.
I look at her. The position she's in. It's hot. But the moment is ruined.
"So..." Tony begins to say. Natasha rolls her eyes. "Fuck off." She tells them. They don't move but she turns her head.
I bite my lip. Smiling. Embarrassed. "Fuck.." I mumble. She looks at me again. Her hands move. Grabbing mine. Pulling me.
We leave.
We end up in her room.
Her lips smash into mine. This isn't in the moment. This is angry. And I'm all for it.
I slam her door shut and we go over to the bed. Scrambling our clothes off.
