COMPLETED!
For all those who saw Endgame and had their heart ripped out, this is for you.
Imagines of Natasha Romanoff.
Fluff.
Angst.
Gif.
Smut. (No longer taking smut requests as of 12/18/19)
(GxG , G!p)
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Requested by: Anon
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YOUR POV
"Here's your lunch, Ms. Romanoff." I walked into the large glass office, the ginger woman sitting straight up in her leather office chair, red wine hair curled to perfection as one strand dangled in front of her eyes as she signed off on some paper work, the ball point pen held tightly in her hand as it glided across the paper.
"Thank you." Her green eyes gazed up at me through the flame strands of her hair, the pen making a small plopping sound as it hit the stack of papers sitting on her dark oak desk.
"Have you eaten?" By now her full gaze was on me as I cleared my throat, setting the take out from the Chinese restaurant I had gotten from her off to the side on her desk.
"No." I shook my head, smoothing out my pencil skirt. The faintest smirk twitched up on her red lipstick stained lips, the color contrasting beautifully with her outfit consisting of a white button down shirt, the large v slit going down between the valley of her breasts and stopping at the end of her all black pencil skirt.
"Well," she purred seductively, capping the ball point pen shut and putting it in the black coffee mug along with the other writing utensils. "How about you eat what my mother made."
I swallowed back the moan coming up my throat, knowing exactly what game she was playing and where this was headed, knowing she also loved to draw out the beginning and stir up the pot. My eyes darkened as the woman slowly rolled back her chair so that her full body was on display before she slowly, so agonizingly slow, opened her legs to reveal her naked center.
"How would you, Ms y/l/n, like a promotion?" Natasha moaned as she began to trace her clit with her thumb in small circles.
"What's the title?" I husked.
"My sex slave." Natasha softly whined as she winked at me.
"Where do I sign?"
"Right here." Nat smirked before removing her thumb from her center, "With your tongue."
Making my way over to my boss, I slowly kneeled down, smirking to myself having been in this familiar position many times over. Running my hands up and down her creamy thighs, I slowly dragged my tongue through her folds, lathering my tastebuds in her essence.
My finger tips dug softly into her flesh as I pulled us back so that my body was hidden underneath the table and away from the eyes of anyone who could walk in. Slowly I entered my tongue inside her cunt, her walls cleaning around me deliciously as her fingernails dig into my scalp and gripped my hair.
"That's my dirty little slut."
I moaned, the vibrations going straight to her center as I felt her skin erupt in an army of goosebumps under my touch. Swirling my tongue inside of her I used my fingers to slowly circle her clit for added pleasure. Her hips bucked into my mouth, the leather chair creaking under the movements.
Removing my tongue from her dripping center, I swallowed her wetness and licked my lips, loving how she tasted. Using two of my fingers I slowly entered her core, pumping in and out slowly as her spongey walls clenched around my digits. Flicking my tongue over her clit a few times, Natasha let out a few high pitched moans of my name.
"Fuck me harder!" Natasha demanded.
Granting her wish I slammed my fingers into her repeatedly, nipping at the skin of her thighs and leaving bruising marks here and there. I smirked against her flesh when she moaned that she was close to cumming.
A few more pumps of my fingers and a slight bite to her clit, her juices started flowing down my fingers.
"FUCK Y/N!"
Natashas heavy panting had me clenching my own thighs together to try and relive some of the ache I felt.
"So... ummm..." I heard Tony's voice and a clear of the throat.
Jumping in my skin I bumped my head on the oak desk before scrambling out from underneath, seeing the Avengers and Morgan Stark standing there.
Tony awkwardly blew the confetti as the colored flakes went everywhere on the floor.
"Surprise!" Carol laughed.
"We're the ones who's really surprised." Tony snorted.
"Happy birthday Aunty Nat!" Morgan smiled cutely with her little birthday hat on.
"Yeah, Happy birthday Nat. Maybe you should lock the door next time." Clint chuckled before he turned around and walked out the door, a blushing Steve Rogers hot on his trail as the rest of the team followed.
