My head collided with the door exhaustion setting in from the long day of work endured. I opened the door slowly letting my head slide off the wood and throwing my keys into the vast darkness engulfing the small living space. Slamming the door behind me my feet dragged across the floors leaving a trail of my jacket and bag behind me, some of the centents of my bag spilling out onto the floor but I still had zero craps to give.
My back hit my matress the exhaustion hitting me like a truck, my body settled as the tension left my shoulders while I kicked my shoes off my feet hearing them drop to the floor at the end of my bed. Letting out the breath I had been holding as I got comfortable enjoying the silence, a massive change from the office space I'd been in for the past 6 hours. My eyes drifted closed my breathing beginning to settle while my hand moved to grab the blankets collected on the opposing side of the bed, I clutched the soft fabric in my hand pulling it toward me when a soft grumble caught my attention.
Eyes shooting open I sat up slowly attempting to move the blanket again but met with a quiet No mumbled.
"Tasha?" I laughed to myself flicking my bedside lamp on finally noticing the pile of blankets covering the farthest side of my bed. I pulled the blankets down cautiously finding the assasin looking back at me, her piercing green eyes locking with my own while her red hair was splayed across the matress
"What are you doing here?" I sat up a little more resting on my elbows
"Tony was being an dick, so I left" She shrugged her shoulders sitting up beside me letting the sheets pool at her hips revealing her torso
"What? Am I not welcome here?" She smirked inching closer to my face
"You are but.." I paused looking down at her lips, feeling her breath mix with mine before returning my gaze to her eyes almost getting lost in them
"Your sister?" I sighed looking down at my hands as I fidgeted under the russians gaze.
"Hey" Her hand gently cupped my jaw lifitng my chin back up as her thumb traced my cheekbone
"Forget her, she cheated on you. Your mine now" She straddled my lap her lips locking with mine as her grip on my jaw tightened. Her tounge slipped across my bottom lip requesting access wich was quickly accepted as her tongue explored my mouth. When oxygen became a problem she pulled away resting her forehead against my own. Her eyes filled with lust and love as her hips moved softly against my own her lips venturing to my jaw softly nipping the skin
"Y/n..." My eyes snapped opening hearing the disoriented voice beyond the closed door of my bedroom
"Y/n" The voice grew louder like the person was in the same room as me only nothing was there just darkness
"Y/n!" My eyes snapped open head raising from the desk infront of me as my eyes flicked between the concerned faces staring back, one of them being the redhead assasin
"Are you okay?" Yelena asked searching my face for any visible problems as my eyebrows furrowed together
"Im fine..." I breathed out relaxing back into my chair, she hummed in response turing her attention back to the meeting we were in. The others returned their gaze to the front, Wanda sending me a smirk, looking around I focused on the redheads side profile as she sat across from me clearly taking in everything director fury was saying unlike me.
Her eyes flicked to my own as a small smirk tugged at her lips gently biting down on her lower lip as she seemed to scan me up and down. Natasha fucking Romanoff
[Sorry this is short and I've been so inactive recently, going to try get back ontop of things]
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Natasha Romanoff One-Shots
FanfictionSmut? Maybe and fluff Natasha x Reader Most FxF but maybe from MxF (Female x Female) (Male x Female)
