Disguises/Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Natasha x Reader

It's 4 am, so if you see any typos, please feel free to point them out. Constructive criticism is also greatly appreciated. Thanks.

WARNING: SORT OF LEMON IN THE BEGINNING!!

You sighed as you laid back on the couch, snuggling into Natasha's sweater. 

She was gone on another mission, though this one should last only a few days instead of a week, and although you were thankful for that, you missed her more than anything and would almost literally kill to get her to stay home with you instead of going out and risking her life...but you knew that she was kicking ass for the greater good and all that other humble bullshit people risk their lives for.

Food? Food.

You nodded to yourself and headed to the kitchen to go raid the fridge and were very happily doing so until you heard the front door open.

The fuck?

Nat shouldn't be home for another two days or so... You put the pieces together and realized it was more than likely an intruder and snatched a kitchen knife out of the knife block before ducking underneath the dining table so you could get a better view of the door.

"(Y/n)?"

"...Nat?"

You peeked out from behind a chair and raised a brow at your girlfriend.

"Not that I didn't miss you, I really did, but shouldn't you be back on Friday? It's Wednesday isn't it? Or did I sleep in again..." you trailed off.

"It was easier than we thought it would be and we finished early," she replied with a smile as she closed the door behind her and walked over to you.

You watched her as she neared, your eyes trailing up from her legs, to her ass, to her hips, her chest, and finally to her face which held a cocky smile and eyes that made you want to drag her to the bedroom and--

"(Y/n)...?"

"Hm? Oh, uhm, I missed you!" you stuttered, a large blush masking your face.

"I missed you too princess," she murmured with a knowing smile and held her hand out for you to take, and within seconds you were standing with her hand on the small of your back and her lips against yours.

Teeth clashed and tongues slid against each other as you both fought for dominance, but Natasha obviously being the more dominant--and much stronger--one eventually got bored and shoved her tongue in your mouth, wasting no time exploring both your mouth with her tongue and your body with her hand that was slowly inching its way into your sweater.

As soon as you felt the touch of her fingers against your stomach, it was gone, along with the sweater that you had stolen from her side of the closet.

"Nat!" you yelped against her lips, pulling away from her to catch your breath.

You paid no attention to the lips that were now trailing down your neck and let out a breathy laugh as she kissed over a rather sensitive spot right beneath your ear.

"I want to hear you cry my name again," she murmured in a low voice, her lips travelling lower and lower until they reached your collarbone, sucking and nipping at it until it was covered in several hickeys and light bite marks.

"Nat..."

"Louder," she commanded, sliding her hand down the front of your pajama shorts and into your underwear, harshly rubbing your clit.