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Starts With Goodbye.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

GN!OC—Max x Fem!Reader (Ex)

Hello my sweet anon, here’s a playlist I compiled for you of my favorite songs all about love/moving on/being rightfully angry/finding peace ❤️

Warning: Heartbreak. Drinking. Angsty Lyrics.

Smut: Soft!!, Top!Nat. Oral(R), Fingering(R), Thigh-Riding (R), Nipple Stimulation(R), Marking, ‘Mommy’(N)

A Shot Across the Bow—Mayday Parade

Starts With Goodbye—Carrie Underwood

I Wanna Dance With Somebody—Whitney Houston

Natasha sighs upon entering the compound, it's surprisingly quiet, and she happens to appreciate that fact with the way her head aches, the solo mission she just returned from really did a number on her. However, as she makes her way towards the kitchen she takes note of the men of the compound, all sat around the coffee table with their heads low, and hands conjoined as if they were praying.

Then to her right she hears a soft humming, Wanda's wearing noise canceling headphones and seems to be in her own world as she cooks. It's all incredibly strange, but more so to her curiosity she's wondering where you were, you were usually the first to greet her, always with that adorable little smile on your face as you fill her in on all she'd missed out on. Wanda feels the new presence, looking to the redhead with an immediately relieved expression which only proves to fill her with dread., "Thank God you are home, they're driving me insane!," Wanda shrieks, then pulls her in for a hug, and judging by her hold it seems she desperately needed it.

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"We did it boys! Our prayers have been answered!," Tony cheers, his utter relief clearly abundant, and she sees the look spread across every other present parties face., "What is going on here? Tony, aren't you an atheist?," the millionaire deadpans., "After seeing the demon I was faced with today I've been made a partial believer. I prayed, it worked, now I am off to my lab, good luck Romanoff.," and just like that the men disperse—useless as usual.

Wanda snickers at the thoughts of her friend, then she pulls her to the kitchen and serves her up a decent lunch and a mug of tea., "Wands, what was all of that about?," Wanda chuckles., "Oh, the boys are just being dramatic is all, our resident ball of sunshine is in a sour mood.," Natasha's face falls at the thought of you being sad, and Wanda knowingly smirks at the girl. The only thing keeping the two of you apart had been Max—the douche canoe who just broke your heart for a final time; both of your collective thoughts about the other being more than enough evidence for her to know this.

If all things work out as she plans then this game of unrequited love between the two of you could be resolved, and she could collect the bet money from all the guys who claimed "Pfft, no way, Natasha doesn't love her like that, I'm not sure she even knows how to love.," as well. Imagining their fallen faces makes her heart happy, and the Kitchen-aide mixer she's been vying for will likely soon be hers...

"Wh-What happened?," Natasha chokes out over a bite of her sandwich, the witches smile making her a bit uneasy., "Max, they broke up with her a few days ago, and then today when we were out we spotted them out on a date.," Natasha's mind was racing with so many thoughts, but at the center of all her desires all she truly wanted was to make sure you were okay, so she abandoned her sandwich and went off to find you., "Be careful Nat! Approach with extreme caution.," the witch teased, then went back to envisioning all the baked goods she is surely certain to fill the compound with.

"No, it's not supposed to hurt this much, but when someone slowly breaks it off, it tends to leave a bitter taste; a scar, that slowly rips apart!!!" Natasha freezes outside of your bedroom door as she hears you belting out lyrics to what can only be described as an angsty dedication to a former lover., "Can I have one second of your time? Cause if I don't it'll drive me crazy, as I drop to my knees, and scream I hate you more than you could know!"

Natasha opened the door, a smirk enveloped her features when she saw you dancing about, so carefree as you screamed your feelings out., "I hope you fall into the ocean, and the current leaves you helpless swimming around." she couldn't see why anyone would be scared of you, if anything seeing this darker side actually has her more intrigued., “As the waves crash over you until you drown and float away, we'll hold a funeral for nothing, and celebrate how empty love can be broken.," The curious smile falls though when she sees just how much pain you're in, every line etched on your face a reminder., "It takes the sea to put you six feet happily underground..."

The sudden sound of clapping startles you, and before throwing another inanimate object at Tony's big fat head you noticed the redhead. Scrambling you manage to shut the speaker down, and not so subtly wipe away your tears. Though it doesn't help when she looks at you with that soft smile reserved for only you and Wands., "Oh krasivaya devushka, come here.," The space between you two becomes no more as you crash into her open arms, taking the comfort she's offering, and sobbing as you do.

Natasha says nothing else, she instead lifts your weakened form off the floor and carries you off to her bedroom. Holding you close until you calmed down, and then fell right to sleep. Judging by the state of you earlier she knew sleep was what you needed most right now, she also knew how much better her bed was, plus she really wanted out of her dirty mission suit. Once she knew you were deep enough she laid you beneath the duvet, then quietly slipped off into her ensuite to take a clarifying shower.

When she reemerged into her bedroom she is wearing only sleep shorts and a sports bra, a towel in her hand drying her soaking wet hair. The whole time she's admiring your sleeping form, the way you occupy the normally bare side of her mattress leaves her heart stuttering. She can't help but think how good it would be for this to become permanent, but she shakes the thoughts for now, right now you need her love, but without the conditions of her feelings. So she climbs into her usual side of the bed, bones cracking as she settles into the mattress, she watched with a tired smile as you shifted closer to her and the abundant warmth you provided lulled her into an instant slumber.

—

The both of you were sleeping peacefully, limbs entangled like those of soulmates, and Wanda was internally awing at the sight, but with her own ulterior motives at play she jolted the bed., "Rise and shine my beautiful friends, it is time we reclaim our titles as the hottest women in this town, and since we're all single now it'll make it an even better experience!," she shouts, effortlessly avoiding the pillow you threw at her., "Five minutes then I come back with a bucket of water, maybe I'll put an eel in it for extra fun.," you groaned, knowing that her words aren't falsehoods—she will do it.

Natasha's face was beet red when she takes in the way you'd both shifted into each other, Wanda's threats going unheard of while the former assassin finds herself in a gay panic., "Can you believe her? I'm single for two days and she wants to put me back on the market.," you grumble, the words you mutter merge into a threat in her mind, and she fights hard to keep her body from shaking with anger., "No detka, I most certainly can not believe her, and if you want me to I can tell her to fuck off."

Natasha smiles widely when your giggles fill the air around the both of you, it's a sweet sound she knows she'll never tire of hearing. Her arms tighten around you, holding you close, and it's only then that you take in your compromising positions, heat rushes through your whole body, and the sudden urge to jump back is ignored as you nuzzle into her, choosing your own comfort over some perceived dignity. The redhead takes notice of your state, and is eternally grateful that you didn't flinch out of her hold—her heart would likely break...

—

Wanda was relentless, so any attempts to get out of going were futile, outfits were chosen for the group by her, and you were cursing her in every language possible as you were currently stood outside in line for the exclusive club, shivering uncontrollably because apparently a jacket would've ruined the vibe of your outfit. Natasha's brows furrowed in concern when she took notice of how cold you were, she leaned into your ear., "Detka, where's your jacket?," the natural rasp in her tone intensified as she whispers, your body shivers and you're just thankful to use the obvious chill for an excuse.

"Someone...," you say with narrowed eyes., "Deemed my outfit not slutty enough, and quite literally disintegrated it in the car.," Wanda shrugs her shoulders, sending back a wink before moving forward with the line. Natasha gets the meddling witches message, slipping her leather jacket off she smoothly settles it onto your shoulders., "It's okay, she doesn't scare me.," Natasha teases with a sweet kiss settled to your temple before she pulls away, and you nearly forgot how to exist.

The jacket wasn't even what warmed you up; it was her soft hold of you, arms loosely wrapped around your waist with her chin resting over the leather of her jacket while the club took its sweet ass time with letting all of the patrons in. It was taking everything in you to just continue breathing, made all that much harder when all you smelled was purely Natasha. She'd always been able to leave you beyond flustered, and she doesn't even have to try hard to do it. Being this close to her always sends your body into overdrive, and it's so cruel that she isn't yours, she isn't anyone's and you're not sure she'd ever really want to be...

Once you entered the club the redheads took you to the counter where you ordered a round of drinks, you and Natasha were talking while Wanda surveyed the crowd., "How about her?," you furrowed a brow and looked over to her., "What about her?," you hesitantly asked while sipping on your long island., "For you to fuck silly, we're here to find your perfect rebound."

Natasha's hand was rubbing soothing circles over your back from beneath her jacket while glaring at Wanda for a multitude of reasons. Wanda's known just how long Natasha's been pining for you, so this sudden tactic of hers is nonsensical, and also for making you choke uncontrollably., "Detka, can you please breathe for me?," you followed her lead, and shaky as they may be you were able to alleviate the dizziness in your body with some oxygen., "Wanda was just being a bit overzealous, there's no need to rush into anything tonight."

"No, I get it, if Max can move on why can't I?" Your words were fair, but to Natasha they felt like a punch to the gut, and as someone who actually had been punched she thinks this feels much worse., "So, you're interested in her?," the wavering in her voice threw you off, and truth be told the answer was no, but it's also kinda true what they say—'The best way to get over someone, is to get under someone else'., "Well, not her per se, but I'd like to think I could find someone you know?"

Natasha hummed, words failing her as she didn't know how to say what she wanted to, she felt it was far too soon to tell you her feelings, and with her back turned to the both of you Wanda rolled her eyes., "You definitely can, the world is your oyster Y/N, go on out there.," and before you could protest the little witch had shoved you onto the dance floor., "Wanda, what the absolute fuck was all of that?"

Wanda stirred her olive around her martini, "Without the fear of losing her you were never going to make a move Natasha, you're an incredibly hopeless case dear.," the Russian scoffed, threw back a shot of whatever you didn't finish, then made her way to the floor., "Yes, soon the compound will smell of fresh baked cinnamon rolls, and they will thank me."

Natasha grabbed your hand, spinning you out of the blonde's hold, and into her own arms. The drunk girls protests died on her lips when she noticed the Black Widow, and Natasha smirked at her from over your shoulders., "Natty...," your whines went ignored, Natasha too focused on moving your bodies to the beat of the music, your drink proving rather strong as she feels the beat pulsing through her veins.

You weren't going to fight it either, her hold on your hips was almost possessive, it filled your chest with a tainted hope, like what she was really offering was just a friendly protection, even if somewhere deep down you knew that it was much to the opposite. You've caught her longing glances over the years, but Max once glanced at you the same way, and look at where that whole relationship got you. Of course you wanted Natasha, but she never gave you a clear enough sign, and then it was too late when Max had whisked you off your feet and into a whirlwind romantic travesty.

It all felt too good to be true—Natasha was too good to be true, your fears of inadequacy were once again getting the better of you. Hot tears began to spill of their own accord, Natasha was none the wiser to your state until the music faded into a much softer beat and she heard your soft sniffling., "Krasivaya, what's wrong?," she coo'd with your wetted face now delicately sat within her calloused hands., "Come on...," she whispered before carting you off towards the single stalled bathroom.

Gently she lifted you onto the counter, and with a damp paper towel she wipes your face., "Detka, tell me what's bothering you please.," Natasha's stomach was in absolute knots when all you did is shake your head, tears fly about with the motion, and your sobs only deepen., "Did I overstep? Fuck, I-I'm so sorry.," you look up to see Natasha backing away from you, and that just makes the weight in your chest heavier., "No... I-I, I'm just scared Natty."

The way you looked at her with such broken eyes gave her the insight she needed, softly she'd approached you again, arms wrapping around your waist while a hand snaked up to pull your head against her shoulder., "Y/N, there's nothing to be scared of with me, but I know you—you're not ready, and that's okay.," she laid her cheek over your head and began to lightly sway you in an attempt to soothe you., "Please, don't give up on me.," your words felt like a dagger to the heart, but she knew it only stemmed from Max's continued torment.

"I haven't yet, and I can promise you I never will Y/N, you're worth waiting a lifetime for.," you tightened your arms around her, and the tears you bled were fading into something a bit less traumatizing, it was as if everything just clicked in your mind—you were safe with her., "Let's get you home now detka, we can watch a movie of your choosing in my room instead."

—

Natasha had carried you out of the club, the witch hot on her tails with nothing short of concern written over her face, the two women sharing a silent conversation while you settled into the backseat of the red stingray corvette., "There's a fresh batch of cookies with your name on it Y/N/N.," Wanda let you know, you giggled at the offered goodies to ease the guilt you knew she was feeling, and you knew it helped when you saw her shoulders relax.

When Nat pulled into the garage she looked back to see you'd dozed off., "I got her.," she softly informed the witch, Wanda nodded in complete understanding., "I know you do.," Wanda placed a loving kiss to your forehead before heading off to do some late night baking, and Natasha then scooped you up to carefully carry you towards the ladies shared floor., "Goodnight moya krasivaya angel.," she whispered as she settled you down in your bed.

"Natty no... Moobie...," you slurred and she softly chuckled., "Tomorrow sweetest one.," she tried but you rolled over with a deep pout., "No, wanna watch it with you right now.," her face hovered over yours, your eyes barely able to make out her smirk—it was all so blurry, and you weren't sure if that's from the residual buzz, your crying, or the sheer exhaustion you felt, but nonetheless you'd remain persistent., "Fine, I will start a movie honey, but I better not hear snoring of any sort.," she teased you, knowing damn well that's all she'd hear if she gave in to your little tantrum.

"That's not fair, I'm tired.," you whined, and she booped your nose., "I know that, but it seemed you might've forgotten.," you tiredly shook your head from side to side as a yawn managed to escape in favor of the obvious., "Nope, I just wanted you to stay with me.," The tired confession made her teasing resolve melt., "All you had to do was ask krasivaya."

Natasha sorted through your drawers for PJs, smirking to herself when she found her favorite hoodie that'd been missing since last Fall, and she threw it on with a pair of your sweats, then she returned to your side to help you change., "Perfect, now it'll smell like you again.," you tiredly murmured as she slipped your cami over your lifted arms, and she snorted., "Oh, so you think I'll just be giving this back to you?"

Your once drooping eyes quickly shot open, you narrowed them at her to show your clear offense, she lowered her face to level yours., "You better not steal my hoodie Romanoff.," your attempt at being intimidating amused the redhead, her eyebrow arched as she chuckled., "Detka, we both know this hoodie is mine, it has my shield badge number on the back.,"

"Finders keepers.," you grumbled against the fabric of the aforementioned hoodie while nuzzling into the woman., "Care to tell me where you found it, hm?," the woman teased from beneath you, chest heaving with laughter when you feigned a snore., "Your closet..." the whispered confession only spurring the bouts of laughter on for another minute until you whined tiredly., "Sorry detka, the hoodie is all yours my little master thief, goodnight..."

"Goodnight Natty, I love you.," she silently beamed., "I love you too angel.," the words you've always said to her held something much deeper this time, even if you weren't ready for it yet, the promise was still there beneath the surface of it all, and that was enough for her. This messy bit of pride fills her chest as she watches you sleep, she thinks about how you were wearing her hoodie all the while dating Max—the tool, as if you'd always been hers, and they were just a three year roadblock.

Sleep came easy to her that night, it always did when you were safely wrapped up in her arms.

—

Waking up in Natasha's arms was always your favorite experience, so waking up to empty sheets fixed you with an immediate frown. Sitting up you saw your—her—hoodie at the end of the bed with a post it note atop of it.

Good morning detka, I let you sleep in, but when you awake get ready for a comfy day then meet me in the garden... <3 💋

The sweet little note made you smile, and after allowing your lazy body a moment to catch up to your eager mind you jumped up to shower. Hot water streaming down your body doing absolute wonders for the previous drunken nights soreness that settled into your muscles.

Getting ready was a breeze, after your hygiene routine you slipped into a pair of shorts, a tee shirt, and you tied the hoodie around your waist just in case it gets cold wherever you're going. Natasha was humming along to the radio when you entered the garden, tending to her little array of succulents and produce., "Good morning detka.," she greets with her back to you, and you groan at your inability to sneak up on her.

"Not fair Natty.," she chuckled., "I could hear you coming down the stairs Y/N/N, no way you actually thought you'd get me walking over the dead leaves.," she clapped her gloved hands together as she turned to face you, taking them off to then envelop you in a hug., "How you doing this morning?," you whined., "Well I woke up alone, 0/10 experience overall Nat..."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise, did you eat?," you shook your head against her chest, then you groaned in pleasure when she slipped a cookie up to greet your lips., "Wands handed them off to me this morning so that the boys didn't get to them."

Natasha picked up a massive duffle bag, then with her arm still around your shoulder she guided you to her car, and silently handed you the aux cord before she drove off., "I guess it's gonna have to hurt, I guess I'm gonna have to cry, and let go of some things I've loved to get to the other side...," you sang along, Natasha's hand slipping into yours when she hears your voice wavering., "I guess it's gonna break me down; Like fallin' when you try to fly, it's sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life... Starts with goodbye.".

Natasha held your hand for the remainder of the drive, your song choices were a bit on the sadder side, but she held no judgements, she knew it was where you were at., "We're here?," she turned to you with a 'well, duh,' stare, you rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out., "Welp, let's go detka.," she instructed and you followed her up a rocky terrain like an obedient little puppy would its owner.

Without a word Natasha set up an intricate little picnic, there was pasta salad, sandwiches, assorted fruits and veggies, and your cookies. Then she set up two canvases, with a glass plate to accompany it., "We're going to paint what we see, then write all of the bad that we're feeling on the plates to smash." She answers your silent questions, and you sit down besides her with a shy smile as she hands you a marker and a set of paintbrushes with a soft smile.

The view was gorgeous, the sky was bright as can be, and there was no shortage of clouds. Around the area you'd settled upon there were lots of flower bushes, the trees were brimming with different wildlife families, and your art depicted just that. Natasha however took a minimalist approach, only choosing to focus on the flower bushes, but her attention to detail was so pristine that it made up for it.

"Fuck you, you stupid bitch...," you grumbled while writing much faster than you narrated causing Natasha to chuckle while filling her plate out., "Said you felt it was best we moved on to bigger and better things, didn't know that was Lola, your 6' tall model-esque coworker.," you bitterly relayed, and Natasha's blood was near to boiling at the way Max treated you.

"I hope you get a paper cut right before you order those tiny tacos you love, and when you go to squeeze the lemon it burns you just like the STD's will when you start inevitably sleeping around again.," Natasha snorted, this idea of hers seemed to be a massive hit., "Love not, Y/N—the best thing you will never have."

Natasha clapped, and cheered animatedly at the way you concluded your smash plate, curiously you peered at her plate to see it was written in bullet points, she smirked when you quirked your brows, and so she cleared her throat., "Tony's hair, it's too oily; Steve's words, they're too boring; Wanda's meddling; Bruce's flirting; and Thor's love for poptarts.," you beamed when you were left off the list., "Oh, I forgot.," she teases as she brings her sharpie back down to write., "Y/N's thieving."

Natasha stood up first, laying down a lipped tarp so that the mess would be contained., "Time to smash detka.," she extended her hand out to help you up, and you happily accepted., "We have to do our best Hulk impressions.," you decided, and she nodded., "You're on."

The post breakup rage was on your side here, Natasha watched with wide eyes as you put on a show of sorts, working yourself up with long, heavy breaths before stomping over to the tarp, "Y/N SMASH!!!," you roared then threw the plate into the center of the tarp, the shards splitting off into hundreds of pieces feeling somewhat poetic, and as expected you cried. The feeling that this chapter of your life was coming to a close, and knowing that you have to make space for all things new was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Natasha dropped her plate with lackluster, choosing instead to pull you in for a hug, and to sway you before you both settled down to watch the sky as the sun prepared its descent., "Thanks Natty.," you mumbled over your grape as you leaned back into her., "Anytime detka."

——

Natasha was really nervous, like sweaty palms and stomach in knots level of nervous as she was stood outside your door awaiting your answer. A fresh bouquet of white roses and red carnations from the florists shop in her hands. Wanda had helped her to pick them out, she wanted them to be perfect, and the little witch was an expert when it came to these things.

It'd been three months to the day that you'd been dumped by the dumbest person to exist. Natasha was respectful every step of the way as you healed from the pain they had caused you. It even seemed like you were finally to a point where the idea of love was promising again, and not something that had you in hysterics. Natasha held you every time you'd cried over them, offering you an unexacting love when you needed it most, and it was that which made you fall even further for the former assassin.

She knocked again, a new wave of anxiety coursing through her the longer she was left to wait, and she began to think maybe you were gone, or maybe ignoring her in the hopes she'd get the hint that you still weren't ready for this. Then every fear she had melted away when you opened the door, rubbing at your tired eyes so that you could actually see her, and she smiles at the realization that you'd been napping.

"Natty, to what do I owe the pleasure?," you mused while tiredly leaning against the doorframe, an inkling for what's to come at the sight of the flowers leaving you a bit excited.

"Well.," she scratches at her neck nervously, and you melt a bit seeing her in such a state., "It's just... I wanted to see if you would go on a date with me tonight, I got you these flowers.," she nervously states, shoving the bouquet towards you, and you gladly accept them.

"They symbolize new beginnings, and deep love and affection, I want us to start off right. This is really important to me Y/N/N; I don't want to rush or make you uncomfortable, but I actually read somewhere that you should wait a month for every year after a breakup before dating again, and today marks three months, so I just thought—.," her words jumble as your thumb presses into her lips.

"Natty... Your nervous ramblings cute, but I thought it best I put you out of your misery.," you giggled., "Yes, I'll go out with you tonight.," you giggled even more when she lifted you up and spun you around., "Really?!," you nodded, and she held you tightly against her., "Natty, I can't go out with you if I can't breathe..."

"I'll pick you up outside of the compound at 6PM sharp.," she squeaks while setting you down., "Wait, what should I wear?"

"Whatever you want, I want you comfortable.," she sweetly relayed, you rolled your eyes as she left and resolved to finding out from the little witch instead—she'll know what you're doing.

—

Wanda was more than helpful, she picked out your clothes once again; a pair of black jeans, a sheer black button up, with a red-black plaid flannel to go over it to fit the Fall season, a red pair of boots, and she accessorized it with a red scarf, a black beanie, and a few silver rings., "You look perfect.," she coo'd while spritzing you with a soft, woodsy scent and applying a thin layer of lip balm to your lips with a wink.

Natasha was waiting for you, leaning against a tree to feign a sense of ease, even if all she felt was an unnerving pit forming in her abdomen. This was finally her chance at happiness, she felt that everything was banking on this, but if she'd paid any attention she'd know you were far too in to care how the night actually went. She could take you to an abandoned lot and buy you McDonald's and you'd likely swoon.

When you took your first glance out the door you were honestly stunned, she was always beautiful, but something about her in such a casual fit had you feeling all sort of things. Then as you got even closer to the woman you took notice that the leather jacket she was sporting was in fact yours, the patchwork with your name and symbol on it the clear proof.

"That's my jacket.," you accused the smirking woman, feigned guilt written all over her face., "Mhm, stole it this morning—thought we could maybe even the playing field some.," she teased while slipping a bike helmet over your head,. "Touche Romanoff...," you conceded as you threw your leg over the bike and tightly latched onto her for the ride.

The men watched you and Natasha sharing your sweet moment at the bike with mouths agape, and their wallets in their hands., "Thank you boys, you won't regret this investment.," Wanda cackles as she leaves the room to find her keys, she's thinking the teal mixer would look lovely in the kitchen of your shared floor.

—

Natasha was ridiculously nervous, she had stumbled when pulling your chair out from under the table once you'd arrived to dinner. Then she nearly soaked you with water when trying to wave the waiter down, but instead knocking over the decorative metal vase., "Natty, if you wanted to make me wet there's much easier methods.," you teased to ease the uneasy tension, regretfully so too as she began to choke over the freshly poured merlot.

"Oh gosh, Natty, I'm sorry...," she shook her head at your silly apology., "Don't be detka.," she humorously replied, an easy smirk now painting her features, and your heart settled.

The dinner went so much smoother once Natasha had realized her worries were childish. Conversations flowed like they always did, she told you exaggerated stories, finding anyway to make you laugh, and she hardly ever fell short. You told your own exaggerated stories, holding her attention when you remained passionate about the words you muttered.

When the bill came she was quick to scoop it up from in front of you., "Are you kidding me? They really thought you were the top here?!," she grumbled, you gasped in faux offense before laughing when she stared at you pointedly. The dinner honestly flew by, and you were sad, but then Natasha informed your pouting face that the night was far from over, and you danced around her bike excitedly.

Natasha had taken you to a karaoke spot, she knew how much you loved her voice, and how you loved to belt it out—even if it wasn't good. It was all endearing, she couldn't get enough of your smiling face, the way it reached your eyes, and she even saw the beginning of happy tears.

"You know we're singing Whitney right?!," she groaned but you knew she was equally as in by the glint in her eyes., "Let's do it then angel."

Natasha shook her head when you sprung to life with the music., "Clock strikes upon the hour, and the sun begins to fade...," she watched you having the time of your life, and even accepted your hand when the chorus hit.

"Oh, I wanna dance with somebody.," Natasha belted out her line while pulling you towards her., "I wanna feel the heat with somebody.," you sang as you spun, teasingly grinding your ass back into her pelvis., "Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me...," the both of you harmonized, spinning back to face her with a beaming smile, and your mouth went dry when you could see the love you sung about oozing from her expressive eyes.

Natasha nearly leaned into you as you stared back at her with those innocent orbs of yours, the moment was beyond perfect for a kiss, but she didn't want to rush you, and she'd surely die on that hill; even if you were stood at the bottom shouting at her to just fucking do it., "I've been in love and lost my senses, spinning through the town.," she sings, effortlessly spinning out of your arms, and you do your best not to scream your frustrations—the show must go on you suppose.

—

"Thank you for tonight, I had a great time.," you stood in your doorway smiling at her., "Me too detka, it was nothing short of perfect.," she breathed out while maintaining eye contact, it was the same look you shared earlier, but just like before it seemed she was going to let the moment pass by her., "Well, I guess this is—."

Natasha squealed when you fisted her collar between your hands and pulled her into you. She only flailed for a second before melting into the kiss, her hands took up space on your hips, soft lips moved against yours with vigor, and it only took a few seconds for her tongue to slide over your bottom lip in the hopes of deepening it. You parted them expeditiously for her, moaning languidly when her tongue slid right over yours; the hallway became like a soundboard for your smacking lips.

When she felt like she was on the verge of passing out she pulled away from you, head thrown back as she desperately worked to regain her breath, and more so her composure since your head landed on her shoulder, your hot breaths fanning across her collarbones., "Detka... I-I think it's best we call it a night.," she tried to control her urges, but your growl was the last thing she expected as a response., "Baby, please—just make me yours..."

Natasha groaned when your words reached her., "Y/N, sweetest are you absolutely sure?," you nodded as you looked right into her eyes., "Because I don't want to—.," she nervously tried to double down, but you pecked her lips to calm her worries., "Rush things, I know, but I'm telling you this is what I need, so please..."

Natasha was more than sold, how cruel would she be to ignore your needs...

With her hold on your hips she pushed you further into your room, using her foot she shut your door, then with pure strength she lifted you up, and gently laid you down on the bed. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest while she gazed down at you, the possibilities seemed endless for the former assassin having you in this new position, all those fantasies of hers now at the forefront of her mind.

While undressing you with her eyes she was actually doing it to herself, and watching in amusement as you tried to manage your own removal. She chuckled when she saw you struggling to unravel your scarf from around your neck, falling back against the mattress in a huff, and she slowly moved to hover over you., "Need some help there, lyubov?," she smirked at your little glare, her skilled hands worked the knot right out of the scarf, and just to be a tease—asshole—she used the fabric to lift your head up to meet her lips for a kiss, seamlessly pulling it out from under you and kissing you all the while lowering you back down.

Her lips were soft as they moved against yours; without even looking her fingers moved with precision as they gently unbuttoned your top. Pulling back from your lips, something she's reluctant to do now that's she had a taste of you, she pushed the silky blouse from your shoulders. Her eyes roam your upper body, the softness that you're used to in her sea of green was fading fast., "So fucking beautiful detka."

A hand slid underneath you, cold fingers resting over the clasps on your back, but they didn't so much as move until you caught her inquiring stare., "Please do it.," she smiled while pinching the fabric., "As you wish detka."

Your bra was tossed across the room as if it had offended her, and really it had, having been designed to hide your beautiful breasts from the woman, a pointless invention she thinks. Natasha's hands perfectly fitted around both of your breasts, kneading the malleable flesh while her lips began to trail down your jaw. Softly nibbling, and suckling at the skin, just enough to hear you gasp, but not enough to mark you until your hand held her there., "Mm, I said make me yours...," she smirked against your pulse point before biting down.

Her teeth sunk in as her thumbs rolled over your sensitive nipples, your back arched off the bed at the dizzying sensations, and Natasha relished in the delicious way you whimpered., “Such pretty noises detka, don’t hold back.,” she hummed against your skin, her tongue licking a stripe from the side of your neck, over the column of your throat until she stopped to settle a kiss to the valley of your breasts.

“Waited so long to have you my sweet angel.,” she mumbles against the silky flesh of your breast., “and I’m going to love you so well…” she promises as her lips latch around your perky nipple, sucking the nub in between her teeth, you audibly gasped as the pain rolled into pleasure., “Fuck, baby please touch me…,” your covered hips involuntarily bucking up into her, while a pang of arousal shoots straight to her core at your sheer neediness for her.

Natasha chuckled., “Detka, I am touching you.,” her fingers trailed down your exposed side on the pathway to your pesky jeans, all the while she continued to use her mouth to work you up, your sounds music to her ears as she pays equal attention to both of your breasts., “Lift up moya lyubov’, she whispers against you as her lips begin to trail down your abdomen.

Natasha slowly pulled your jeans down over the swell of your ass when your hips rose off the mattress. Fingernails lightly digging into the skin of your plush thighs as she peeled the tight fabric from your body while settling onto her knees besides the bed. The sight of your pantie covered pussy had Natasha nearly frothing at the mouth seeing how ready you were., “Fuck, you’re absolutely dripping Y/N.,”

Without wasting another second she pulls the ruined fabric from your body, then she slides her hands under your thighs, moving to wrap her arms around them to pull you down the bed, and her hands settle atop to keep you wide open for her. Your calves now dangle on either side of her as she takes a deep, long breath in, smelling your addicting arousal, the heated air upon release has you squirming under her hold., “You’re going to drive me insane.,” she groans just before moving to lick a stripe up your glistening slit, and moaning at the taste.

Natasha is an expertise with the way she has you on the precipice of your orgasm in less than three minutes, your body in shambles as shivers of pleasure continue to roll on through. It’s nearly unbearable, but you still find your hand wrapped up in her red locks, holding her close, and tugging every time she manages to tempt fate with that beyond talented tongue. Moaning every time you roughly pushed her into your slippery cunt, and you cry out when the subsequent vibrations from her traveled to that tight pit settled within your abdomen.

Wet lips suction around your clit, harshly sucking the swollen bud into her mouth while two of her fingers slip passed your entrance with ease to instantly be strangled by your fluttering walls. Once she pushes passed their resistance, she’s curling them at the perfect angle from within you just as she’s nibbling into your pulsating clit. Your back arches as a set of pornographic moans leaves your body, and she pulls back just to catch you losing it.

The sight of you so fucked out had the woman desperate for more of you; she wanted to know every way to make your body tick, to find the position that would have you crying for her to never stop, and she’d vow she never would. To spend her days buried between your thighs for hours on end, with either her mouth or strap, never giving up until you were a babbling mess. Natasha’s dreamed of this day for as long as she has known you, and she’s positively dying now that she’s got forever to figure you out.

Natasha kisses up your body swiftly, evidence of your arousal dripping onto your skin as she makes her way up to kiss your plump lips. Her milky thigh slots itself between your legs as she sloppily makes out with you, the unrelenting bucking of your hips into her has her mind reeling, slick now coating the entirety of her skin, she’s quick to flip your bodies, and sits up with you perfectly settled atop her thigh.

The strong hands holding tightly to your hips begin to guide you over her thigh, she’s slow with her movements, part of her wanting to make you desperate for the looming release, the other too excited to see you come undone. You whined when she’d stop your attempts to grind down at a quicker pace, to deprive her of the buildup she so desperately wanted to see., “Detka, mommy promises to let you cum, you just have to be patient.,” your face contorted., “Mommy….,” you breathed out, and her cunt clenched around nothing at the hot way in which you murmured her chosen title.

“Yes detka, mommy’s got you.,” her hands move you by your hips at a faster pace, your moans a direct air of approval to her. She even relinquishes a bit of the control over to you, and she gawks at the way you shamelessly move against her on your journey to orgasm., “Mommy, I’m so close…,” your glossy eyes pleaded for more, so her lips pressed to yours as she tensed the muscles in her thigh; your body convulsed wildly as the pleasure overtook your mind, and she continued to slowly grind your cunt against her until you whimpered into her mouth as it became too much for you.

Her arms wrapped around your waist, your face fell into the crook of her neck while you focused solely on breathing in rhythm again. As gently as she could she rotated until you were perfectly beneath her again, and she began to settle kisses over your collarbones until she felt you’d returned to a calmed state., “You’re so beautiful Y/N, look like the perfect little doll to conclude mommy’s collection.”

You tiredly peered up to look at her when you felt her face hovering from above yours, and with a lopsided smile on her face she leans back in to kiss you., “The nights only just begun krasivaya…,” she informs you, catching the sharp gasp you release as her fingers reentered into the safety of your warm cunt, and she sighed at the oh so perfect feeling of you clenching around her.

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Natasha was always an early riser, but you can see that you tired the poor woman out seeing as how she’s still peacefully asleep beside you. She’s always so adorable in her relaxed state, her short hair a jumbled mess splayed about over your pillows, with her lips parted as soft snores leave her body and a string of drool links her to your now stained pillow.

Natasha stirred under your intense stare., “Mornin’ detka.,” she whispered, peeping open one eye to take you in and smirking when she sees you’re shocked., “Good morning Natty.,” you squealed, your energy a sign to the groggy woman that you’d been up for awhile now., “Let’s go get breakfast, I’m starving.,” you pleaded with the woman, but her smirking with her eyes closed told you that you’re in danger, and so when she looked to you with her eyes blown out you knew it to be true., “No way!”

Natasha fell back into the mattress in a fit of bellyaching laughter as you had jumped onto your feet and face planted within the next step., “Oh shit, detka, that was so funny.,” she mused while hanging off the bed to peer down at you. The pout you wore only made her smile widen., “You really are just the cutest little thing.,” she booped your nose, then gasped when you tried to bite her finger, and you giggled at her shock.

Natasha carried you into the kitchen on her back, both of you giggling over your inability to walk, and completely aloof to the other body. The redhead sets you onto the counter, you gasping once the cold counter touched your exposed thigh, and Natasha slotted herself between your legs and pushed her lips to yours.

“Good morning, I’m sure you two worked up an appetite… Please help yourself to a roll.,” Wanda hummed over her mug of tea, and you jumped back at the startling voice, hitting your head on the hanging light and groaning at the dull ache that spreads., “Oh detka.,” Natasha coos sympathetically and pulls your face into her chest, but a smirk overlays her face when she looks over to Wanda’s laughing form.

“Seriously, enjoy the rolls my dears, they’re all in thanks to your oh so holiest of unifications.,” she teases., “Please, don’t forget my invite next time though, sounded rather pleasurable.,” she laughs when Natasha grips onto you tighter, and then she leaves the kitchen all together when she’s on the receiving end of her glare.

“Don’t worry Natty, I’m all yours.” You mumble over the bite of your cinnamon roll, Natasha turns back to look at you, and her heart melts at the sight of you with icing all over your face and one of the cutest smiles she’s ever seen., “Such a messy little thing you are detka.,” you whined when she used her tongue to lick the frosting from your nose, and so she hushed you by placing her lips to yours.

“All mine…” she confirms, and you melt even further into the moment with your forever, you hum your agreement against her., “All yours…”

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