devote yourself to what deserves it most: you.

You smile, “Natty the kids are gonna be up soon..” she places a light kiss on your neck, “It won't take too long baby.” you sigh, “You're lucky I love you.” you say, sliding your hand in between both of your bodies.

Slipping a hand into her boxers, you grasp onto her hardened cock. “Fuck—” you smile, moving your body down to her crotch. You look up at her from your position, lazily jerking her off. “Mmh.. kotenok you're doing so– so good, fucking hell!”

Her hips bucked up as you run your palms up and down her dick, “'m gonna fucking cum all over that pretty face of yours detka..” she lets out a moan, when you rub her tip with your thumb.

Not too soon after, thick ropes of cum shoots up, painting your face. “Natasha— I have to go clean up now.. thanks a lot.” she chuckles, looking at your messed up face, “You're welcome moya lyubov, happy anniversary.” she winks, you roll your eyes.

You get up from the bed, making your way to the bathroom when, “Mommyyy! Mama!!” a knock on your door from your eldest. You whisper out a swear, “Yeah sweetie! Yup– mommy will be right out.” you yell out, glaring at your wife when you hear her snicker.

You get out of the bedroom, widening your eyes in shock, “Alex! Why did you put— How did you put your little sister on top of the counter, I told you that she'd get hurt Alex.” you scold the toddler, picking up the baby.

“Sowwy mommy..” he looks down at the floor, sadly. Natasha walks into the kitchen, “Y/N, have you been yelling at our son?” she ruffles his hair, and he lets out a little laugh.

You huff, “He put Aliana on top of the counter again.” the red-head glances at the baby, back to your son. “You did what?” he cackles, running off to the living room.

“Alex! I– whatever. Nat he got this from you.” you say, adjusting the baby to your hip. “What? I never did that with Yelena when we were kids.. I think.” you laugh softly, kissing the corner of her mouth. “What do you want for breakfast Tasha?” she looks at you, “I can make it.” you scoff, walking to the pantry. “You are gonna burn the house down, but help is appreciated.”

“Mama, I want a peanut butter samwich.” she turns to face the little boy, “Babe, Alex wants a peanut butter sandwich!” you get out the peanut butter, “Got it.”

After breakfast the 4 of you sit in the living room, “Mommy look I drew bord!” you take the paper and look at the deformed bird drawn on it, “Yeah, buddy I can tell. It's– great.” he flashes a big smile, kissing your cheek, then runs off to the table.

The baby sleeping on your lap stirs, “Detka you need me to hold her?” you shake your head, “No it's fine darling.” you rock Aliana in your arms, attempting to get her back to sleep.

Natasha leans over, whispering in your ear, “You want a 3rd one?” you blink, looking up at your wife. “I—” she chuckles, placing her lips against yours, kissing you slowly. You break the kiss, “Can you go uhm..” you spoke, breathlessly, “Check the oven? Call me if the cookies are done, okay?”

She gives an exaggerated whine, “You want me gone so quickly?” you roll your eyes, “Romanoff, just go do what I told you to.”

“That's not what you said last night.” she gets up from the couch and walks off to the kitchen. “They're done!” you hear from outside the living room. “Okay!”

You take the sleeping baby out of your arms and slowly place her down on the couch, then get up and make your way into the kitchen. You feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist, causing you to let out a light giggle. She plants light, feathery kisses on your neck, “Nat— we.. are in the kitchen.” she presses her body against yours.

“Natasha Romanoff.” she lets go of you, raising her hands up in surrender, “You have no idea what I'm gonna do as soon as I get my hands on you detka.” you smile, taking the cookies out of the oven. “Oh I have a bit of an idea my love.”

She turns around, and gives you a smack on the ass. “Natasha!” she laughs, “What? I didn't do anything.”

Your eldest kid walked in the kitchen, “Mama hit mommy.” you gasp dramatically and widen your eyes, “How dare mama hit me?” Alex huffs, crossing his arms, “Say sowwy to mommy.” your wife smiles, giving a fake apology then whispers into your ear, “I don't regret it though.” she pulls back and winks at you.

A blush forms on your face, “Mommy your face is red!” he points at you before running of to god knows where, “And why's that?” Natasha pretends to not know why, “It's just, there's a fly in here and it's really, really annoying me.” Natasha gasps, “Did you just call me a fly?”

You smile innocently, placing the cookies in the jar. Natasha takes out her phone, “Y/N look!” you hum in response, looking over at her screen. “Ugh, Laura's so lucky, when Alex was a baby he was chubby like that.” Natasha raises a brow and looks over at you, “What?” she shakes her head, “Nothing.”

You nod, closing the cookie jar, “Remind me to make sure someone can watch the kids for our anniversary next year.” you say, walking over to peck her on the lips. “Yeah, we should've done that beforehand.” she says, pulling you in by the waist.

“Mhm..?” you get on your toes, pressing your lips against hers, letting out a slight moan as you feel her tounge slip into your mouth. “Mmph—” you break the kiss, over hearing a cry in the distance. “Duty calls.” you say, clearly out of breath.

After dinner, you and Natasha put the kids to bed and go back into your share bedroom. You sigh, and slip off your dress, noticing her eyes on you. “Come to bed baby.” you turn to look at her, “Yeah.” you unclasp your bra, sliding it off your shoulders.

You sit down next to her in bed, she pulls you onto her lap. “You're so perfect kotenok..” she places a kiss on between your uncovered breasts, sending a shiver down your spine.

She brings a hand between your thighs, rubbing your cloth covered clit, you whimper as you desperately grind against her fingers. “Tasha stop t-teasing I–” she smirks, sliding your panties to the side. She slightly widens her eyes, looking down at your dripping slit. “Is this all for me baby?” you whine, nodding vigorously.

She runs her fingers through your glistening folds, your hips buck forward, you moan softly. “D-daddy please f—” she pinches your nipple, causing you to yelp. “Use your words detka.” you let out a breathy moan, “Fuck me please 'need you in me.” she kisses your jaw, “Whatever you say princess.”

She discards her boxers, her hardened cock springs out, her pre-cum leaking from the tip. “Nata—” she covers your mouth when she slides her dick inside of you. You let out a muffled scream, completely breaking apart as she stuffs you up, inch by inch.

“Fuck baby you're taking daddy in so well..” you moan, pushing in more of her length. She feels your walls clench around her, “Mm.. daddy you're so big.” she grunts, grabbing onto your hips to thrust harder into you.

Your whimpers and moans like music to her ears, she pulls you in for a rough, slow kiss. You gasp softly, locking your lips with hers. “Mmh.. Natasha–” she squeezes your ass, making you emit a throaty moan as her dick rubs against your g-spot. “Oh—”

She grips onto your hips, slamming her cock deeper into you. “Taking me in so well baby.” she leans over and whispers. “Are you close?” you nod, unable to respond in words. “Cum all over my cock like a good little whore.”

You dig your nails into her shoulders, moaning loudly, as you came onto her dick. “You're doing so well detka..” she praises, whispering into your ear as she runs her hands up and down your back. “Natasha..” she looks down at you, “Mhm?”

You press a light kiss to her neck, “You want me to clean you up darling?” she softly smiles, “If you want to.” you nod, she kisses your cheek, and slowly pulls out.

You lower yourself onto her, wrapping your lips around her tip. She lets out a shaky breath, bringing her hand to grip onto your hair. You take more of her dick inside of your mouth, coating it with your saliva. She takes her hand, pushing herself into you. “Oh fuck baby..” she lets of a soft moan as you run your tounge over her veins, you feel her dick twitch inside of your mouth.

You suck harder, bobbing your head up and down her length, looking up at her with wide eyes. “Y/N..” she whimpers out, “Fuck– kotenok 'm gonna cum, swallow it like a good girl.” she says, before filling your throat up with her warm juices. You swallow it down, you pull her cock out of your mouth.

She smirks, grabbing your jaw to look at your fucked out face, her cum dripping out the corners of your mouth. “Are you okay moya lyubov?” you smile, nodding your head, “Mhm!” she wipes off your mouth, looking down at you. “Happy anniversary Tasha..” you say, moving upwards to pull her into a slow, passionate kiss.

She smiles into the kiss, pulling you closer to her. “Happy anniversary.” she pants out, “Maybe next anniversary.. we could have a 3rd mini Romanoff in our family.” you laugh, kissing her cheek. “Natasha– you're being serious?” she nods slowly, nervously smiling.

You kiss her softly, “Natasha I– yes I would love to have another mini Romanoff.” you look up at her, she holds onto you tightly, “Let's pick out names.” she says. “Nat I'm not even pregnant yet, you weirdo.” she chuckles, kissing your neck. “Yet.” you smile, “I love you Natty.” she puts her head in the crook of your neck, “I love you most Y/NN.”

You groan when you both hear a loud shatter in the direction to the kitchen, before yelling, “Alex!”

You sat at the bar in the hotel ballroom that your company had rented for their annual company party. It was decorated brightly with lights hanging all around the room and a dance floor in the middle of all the tables. You glanced around the room nervously. You hadn’t talked to many of your co-workers all night. Yelena watched you, fondness in her eyes.

“What are you worried about, malishka?” Yelena asked, she had become an expert at reading your emotions without asking you. She leaned close to whisper into your ear. Goosebumps raised on your skin at the feeling of her breath on your neck.

“I don’t know, Lena,” you replied. “People haven’t been talking to me. What if they all hate me? I’ve been working here four months now, I thought I’d have more friends,” you said, spiraling.

“I’m sure they like you, y/n. You’re hard not to like,” Yelena said. You turned to meet her eyes, seeing the smile that she was wearing as she watched you. You glanced down at her lips, red lipstick adorning them, and started to lean towards Yelena when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n, I’ve been looking for you!” Your boss appeared out of nowhere. Yelena frowned, annoyed at the interruption, but quickly put a smile back on her face to greet this newcomer. She wanted to make a good impression on your coworkers.

“Hello, Ms. Jones,” you replied.

“This is my boss,” you said to Yelena.

“Oh, who’d you bring?” Your boss asked with a smile.

“This is Yelena, she’s my girlfr—” You stopped dead in your tracks, realizing your mistake. The two of you had never labeled whatever it was you were and you were panicking internally about what Yelena was going to say. Your boss stared at you as you were frozen in silence.

“I’m her girlfriend,” Yelena said, finishing your thought and ending the awkward silence you had created. She extended her hand towards your boss. Your boss smiled at her and shook her hand. Your heart was beating faster than you’d ever felt it before. Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend. You thought, filled with a rush of excitement at the thought that Yelena wanted you to be hers too.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Yelena,” your boss said with a smile. “Y/n, I wanted to introduce you to the Vice President of the company. She’s looking for a new assistant and I think you’d be good for the job,” your boss said. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“You want me to meet the Vice President?” You questioned, unable to believe that you were being given such an opportunity. Your boss nodded, confused at your hesitation.

“Of course, you’re one of our best employees,” she said. You stood there, frozen in fear.

“Go on, malishka,” Yelena said into your ear, bumping you gently with her shoulder to wake you from your panic. You shook off the fear and nodded, putting the most confident smile you could on your face.

“Yeah, of course, I’d love to,” you said, moving to follow your boss.

“I’ll be right here till you’re done,” Yelena assured you, squeezing your hand as you walked away.

Yelena kept her eyes on you as you crossed the room to meet the Vice President. She didn’t lift her gaze from you as you spoke to the woman, shaking hands and exchanging words. She saw a surprised look flash across your face before a bright and grateful smile. You reached your hand out to the Vice President shaking it. Yelena smiled, knowing whatever had just happened was going to make you happy, and so it made her happy. Since Nat had died, you were the only person whose well being affected her so strongly. As she watched you, a man approached her, trying to take the seat next to her.

“My name-” The man started to say.

“Not interested,” Yelena said, her accent strong. She kept her gaze on you, completely ignoring the man. Right at that moment you turned to look at her across the room and watched as the man walked dejectedly away from her. You giggled, knowing what must’ve happened. Yelena was never subtle about her disdain for people hitting on her. A few moments later you were crossing the room towards her again. Yelena sat up straighter, reinvigorated by the return of your presence.

“How did it go?” Yelena asked.

“She asked me to come in for an interview tomorrow!” You said excitedly. Yelena smiled at your excitement and leaned forward to kiss you. You kissed back, raising your hand to her cheek. You released her lips, but neither of you leaned away, wanting to maintain your closeness.

“So you’re my girlfriend?” Yelena asked, a smirk spreading across her face. You blushed brightly, still embarrassed by your slip up.

“I’d like to be,” you replied, leaning away. Yelena leaned forward and gave you another peck before you could get too far away.

I'm picked up first and Kate doesn't live far, but the last thing I expect when the driver stops outside her place is for her to be wearing the exact opposite of what her mum left her. In fact, instead of the strapless, elegant blue dress she was given, she's decided to wear a scarlet-coloured tuxedo. She pulls it off extremely well, I'm not blind, but it's hard to appreciate when I know she's only done it to piss of her mum.

"Wow, you look beautiful," is the first thing she says when she sits beside me in the backseat.

I give her a look of disbelief, ignoring her bright smile and the way my insides go all mushy at her words. "Seriously? Kate, what happened to the dress?"

She shrugs, putting her seatbelt on. "Wasn't feeling it."

I sigh deeply, leaning back into my seat as the drivers sets off. "Your mum is gonna kill you, you know that, right? She gave me one job. Get you there in a somewhat-respectable outfit."

"Hey, this is respectable!" she defends, tugging at her bow tie and grinning at me. "Don't I look great?"

Trying my very hardest not to give in to her charm, I give her a sideways glance. But of course, the most adorable expression is staring back at me and she really does look good. She must notice I'm giving in because she starts to laugh.

"I knew you loved me," she decides, smiling to herself as she looks out the window.

"Luckily," I mumble, trying to fight the smile from my own lips.

When we arrive at the hall booked out for the event, I'm not surprised at how lavish and amazing everything looks, from the venue itself to all of the wealthy people in it. I don't expect anything less from the Bishops. But it still takes some getting used to.

Kate's mum finds us in no time, greeting us, (scolding Kate), showing us around and then leaving us to acquaint ourselves as she gets ushered away by some guests. Again, this sort of thing isn't my cup of tea, neither is it Kate's, but I put on my best pretence and try to at least look like I'm enjoying myself. Kate is a lot more transparent with her feelings however, so it seems that distracting her is the only way to get her to behave.

"Okay, your mum has glared daggers at us three times from across the room because you won't stop messing about," I tell her after removing the breadstick from her hand that she is pretending is a magic wand. "How about we play a game?"

"A game," she says, unconvinced. "What game?"

I bite my lip, looking around the room for inspiration. Something has to keep Kate occupied apart from torturing her mother. But the only thing here are a bunch of guests whom I know nothing about. It's some sort of networking event for all the people in Kate's mum's circle – nothing that I can get involved in but definitely something for Kate if she was interested.

"Kiss, marry, kill," Kate suddenly says, and I glance at her with a raised brow.

"Pardon?"

She smiles cheekily as she always does. "Let's play kiss, marry, kill with the people around us. C'mon, it'll be fun."

"Will you sit still for two minutes if I say yes?"

"Cross my heart," she mutters mischievously, motioning across her chest with her finger.

I groan quietly, grabbing two drinks from a nearby waiter as they walk by. "Fine. Let's go find a seat."

She accepts the drink I give her and we take a seat in one of the few seating areas. It's occupied by a few other guests, but Kate and I are able to snag a small couch with the perfect view of this corner of the room.

"Okay, me first," she says with a childish excitement, eyes scanning the guests. "Okay, I've got one. That couple there and the old guy behind them."

I follow her gaze, spotting who she's talking about. "The woman with the curly hair?" She hums, so I answer, "Easy. Fuck the old guy, marry the woman, kill the boyfriend."

She snorts with amusement. "Really? Fuck the old guy?"

"He gives off better vibes than the sleazy boyfriend, what can I say?" I say with a shrug, making her laugh. "Seriously, what is it with pretty girls dating gross guys?"

She rolls her eyes playfully. "If only we knew."

"It's a phenomenon that needs to be studied," I say seriously, before looking around. "Okay my turn. That woman over there by the table. Red dress. Dark hair. Her, the guy who looks like her son that she's talking to. And the lady beside him."

She scrunches her nose up, laughing. "Oh, Y/N, c'mon! That's gross! It's incestuous!"

I chuckle. "I said they looked related, not that they were! Now answer."

She nudges me slightly before getting comfortable and narrowing her eyes. After staying deep in thought for a moment, she decides, "Okay, fuck the red dress, marry the daughter-in-law, kill the son."

I laugh at her bluntness, before slapping her leg. "Kate, why did you have to say it like that?!"

She turns to me, eyes flickering between mine as an amused smile tugs at her lips. "What? I don't know what you mean."

She definitely does, but I let her have it as I shake my head dismissively.

"Okay, make mine challenging like I did with yours," I tell her, before taking a sip of my drink.

"You found me a MILF, it wasn't too challenging," she jokes, making me stifle another laugh because the nearby guests are definitely sending confused glances our way.

"A MILF?" I return the teasing, raising an eyebrow. "Right, where's your mum at?" She gasps as I continue the bit, looking around and saying, "Eleanor Bishop? Do you see her?"

"That's disgusting!" she exclaims, yanking me back and slapping me on the shoulder as I sink into a fit of laughter. "I'm gonna throw up. Actual vomit is rising in my mouth, god!"

"I'm kidding," I say between laughter, tears forming in my eyes because she looks disgusted and I love it. "Well, kind of. Your mum scares me, don't get me wrong, but she could technically be classified as a MILF."

Kate makes a vomiting gesture with her hand and mouth, making me grin.

"Don't worry, I prefer her daughter anyway," I say reassuringly, not realising it's slipped out until she does a double take.

Oh my god, why the hell did I say that?!

Hoping to play it off as mere friendly banter, I look the other way, distracting myself with my drink.

"Your go then, c'mon," I say nonchalantly, trying to change the subject.

I feel her nod beside me and wait, wondering if it is suddenly hot in here or if it is just my embarrassment haunting me. Glancing over at Kate, I see she's smiling to herself as she too distracts herself with her drink, and immediately look away because– nope. I'm not even going there.

A few hours pass and Kate and I are having a blast. Luckily, I manage to keep her out of her mum's laser stare for most of the evening, distracting her with silly games and the snacks table. It works, until Eleanor herself finds us and unfortunately has to excuse Kate from me so she can introduce her to some of the company's investors. After giving Kate a warning look that meant for her to behave, I let her go and busy myself with making a plate of food.

"Can I just say that I love your dress, sweetie."

I look up when I realise someone beside me is speaking to me. It's an older lady, gorgeous in every aspect of the word and whom I've never seen before. Actually, now that I think about it, she might be one of the women Kate and I deemed a MILF in our fuck, marry, kill game earlier tonight. Trying to erase that from my brain, I smile at her gratefully.

"Thank you," I say, before returning the compliment. "I love yours, too! Red really is your colour."

She waves a dismissive hand, though is smiling all the same. "Please, I just threw this on."

I chuckle a little, before looking back to my plate, wondering if she's going to leave, but she doesn't.

"You're here with the Bishops, right?" she asks, making conversation as she too makes a plate of food.

"Yep."

"Eleanor's daughter, Kate... her girlfriend, right?"

"Yep." Then my eyes widen and I look up. "Wait, what was that?"

The woman pauses, confused. "Kate? Your girlfriend?" She smiles kindly. "I saw you both together and you look lovely. It's sweet she brought you along." She laughs as I digest her words, leaning in and adding, "My husband did the same with me, but between you and I, I'd rather have stayed home."

I smile awkwardly, though I'm still reeling from her assumption. "I, erm, sorry, but I think you've misunderstood." At her head tilt of confusion, I clarify, "Kate and I– we're not– we're just friends."

Gosh, why am I so flustered right now?

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

Embarrassed, she laughs uncomfortably. "Oh, my, wow, I'm so sorry for assuming! I just– as I said, I saw you both around all evening and you were together, laughing and looking all cosy and– never mind. I'm sorry. It's nice of you to have joined her anyway."

Wishing the Earth would swallow me up here and now, I merely smile awkwardly and nod. She looks as uncomfortable as I and smiles once more before leaving with her plate of food.

After doing the same, I find an empty standing table with the intention of eating, but all I can think about is this evening. Yes, tonight has been fun and a lot of that is down to Kate, but that's not any different from any other night, is it? We're just friends.

I look up, searching for the girl in question and hoping she's almost done with her mingling – it seems that whenever I'm left alone, I start to overthink every single thing. I find her across the room, stood slightly behind her mother as she's talking to some guests. Kate's smiling politely, nodding and surprisingly behaving, but I know her well enough to know she's extremely bored. Glancing around thoughtlessly, her eyes catch mine and she immediately brightens up, smiling for real. I return her smile with my own, watching as she looks back to her mum when she's involved in the conversation.

She's saying something, earning a laugh from the guests, before she's bored yet again. Her eyes catch mine once more and she tries to suppress her smile as she widens her eyes, looking to the guests next to her.

Behave, I mouth to her with amusement, but she doesn't listen.

She looks back to her mum and the guests, but I notice her hand behind her back, making a chatterbox gesture. She's doing it on purpose to make me laugh and, goddamn it, I hate that it works. Glancing at me again, I spot a mischievous glint in her eyes, even from across the room, and it makes my insides go warm and fuzzy.

Oh, God, there it is again. It keeps happening, a lot more than usual tonight. Am I falling for her? It can't be. Because it will ruin everything. Sure, I sometimes see her and think 'wow, she's just effortlessly pretty today' – but that's mere appreciation! And the cosy feeling I get whenever I'm around her is nothing more than a safety net because she's my best friend. It isn't anything more, it can't be. It's not allowed to be.

Fuck, I think it is.

My palms grow clammy with nerves as I begin to panic slightly. Fuck, fuck fuck. I don't like Kate. I don't.

Liking someone, especially someone as important as Kate... No. Memories of Hannah comes to my mind. What she said, how I felt when she just decided to leave, just like that.

No. I refuse to have that happen again.

A tap on my shoulder interrupts my panicked train of thought and I jump, looking up. It's Kate, smiling humorously as she looks between my plate and I.

"Are you done hoovering the appetisers?" she teases, but my heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest and I can't find it in myself to smile.

"What's up?" she asks with mild concern, lowering her head to find my eyes, but I can't meet hers.

I can't be here any longer.

"I'm not feeling well," I say, mouth dry.

She snickers. "It's probably all the bread rolls you've put away."

I shake my head, stepping back and making her drop her hand from my arm. "I've gotta go home."

Realising I'm serious, her smile drops. "Wait, what? What's wrong?"

She reaches for my hand, holding it lightly and taking a second to study my expression. The simplest of touches makes my skin burn, and it doesn't help that she's watching me with the utmost concern. Blue eyes are softened, twinkling, beautiful... She's always cared this much, hasn't she? I've just never noticed.

"I'm just not feeling entirely well," I try to reassure with a small smile. "Maybe I did eat too much. I should go before I throw everything up."

"Okay, I can come with you," she says.

"No," I say quicker than I should have, making her raise an eyebrow. "I mean, it's your mum's event. It won't look right, you leaving early. Stay, please."

She frowns, eyes flickering between mine. "Are you sure? I'd rather be with you."

My heart swells instinctively, touched by her words, and I try my hardest to stop feeling this way, but the only way it will stop is if she stops looking at me like she is.

"I'll be fine," I promise her, needing her to let go of my hand because I can't feel it anymore.

"Okay," she gives in reluctantly, letting go. "Call me if you change your mind and I can stop by."

I nod, forcing a smile and avoiding her eyes. "Will do. Have a nice evening, Kate."

Just when I'm about to turn and leave, she steps forward and hugs me. It's brief, but my whole body is on fire by the time she lets go.

"Feel better," she says sweetly, smiling.

Oh, I'm fucked.

It's hard not to overthink every single interaction I've ever had with Kate following the evening of her mum's event. I can't help it.

Back when we first became friends at university, she's always been so considerate, so easygoing, so lovely to me. She's just a naturally caring person and she's never let me down, not once. And I've loved and appreciated every part of it, though nothing more than in a platonic appreciation sort of way. It had to be like that because I was with Hannah, and why would I think of my best friend in any other way when I had a girlfriend at the time?

But lately... I don't have a girlfriend anymore, and now my feelings for Kate are no longer platonic. I try to ignore it, but every touch, every glance, every sweet thing she says to me is misinterpreted on my end. I know I'm falling too hard too fast, but I can't stop it. Why now? What's so different now versus three years ago?

I don't know. I just know that every moment I spend with her, I can't not feel how I do when I'm around her. Elated, fuzzy, warm. She doesn't know and I'm not planning on telling her. I don't think she feels the same, and if she does? Well, all the more reason to keep this to myself because it would only lead to the inevitable, and that's something I'm actively trying to avoid.

I can't say it's going too well though.

Kate has been on a mission for the past two weeks and I haven't missed her this much in a long time. So, when her return date finally arrives, I bring a box of doughnuts and head over to her apartment to see her.

"Kate?" I ask, knocking on the door before pulling out my key. "It's me, I'm letting myself in!"

When there's no refusal, I do just that and look around, only to find her sitting on the couch with a bag of frozen peas on her shoulder and a compact mirror in her hand. My eyes widen when I see the fresh cuts on her face, matching the black eye forming.

"Oh my god, Kate!" I exclaim, shutting the door and leaving the box on the kitchen table before rushing over to her. "What the hell happened?"

She smiles, though it's pained. "Minor incident on the mission. Not a big deal."

I sit beside her, raising my eyebrows. "Seriously? Don't they have an infirmary at the Compound?!"

Lowering the mirror, she tuts defeatedly. "Ah, you got me. The mission went fine, but there was a mugging happening close by on the way here and I couldn't just watch it go down."

Sighing, I can't help but look at the swelling on her eye and the small bleeding cuts. "That's very heroic of you, Kate, but you need to be careful. You're not invincible."

"Well, if you were getting mugged, wouldn't you hope somebody would step in and help?"

"Yes, but–"

"There you go then," she cuts me off with playful smile. I give her a disapproving look, and she merely winks and gets back to cleaning up the cuts on her face in the mirror.

Rolling my eyes, I take the mirror from her hand and close it. "Let me help, idiot."

Relieved, she gives in without a fight and explains what to do. After listening, I take over and finish cleaning up the cuts, applying little plasters to help them close up. Thankfully, it's nothing too serious, but I definitely don't feel good about seeing her in pain like this.

When I'm done, she thanks me before lifting the frozen peas from her shoulder with a wince.

"Do you need to see a doctor?" I ask with concern, taking the peas from her hand and putting them to the side.

She shakes her head casually. "Nah, I'll be alright. It's just bruised. The guy got a good whack with his bat."

I frown subconsciously, hating the thought of her fighting a thug as is. She's capable, I know, but reckless, too.

"How have you been anyway?" she asks, leaning back into the couch with a content sigh. "Tell me everything I've missed these past few weeks."

Reluctantly, I share what I've been up to. Nothing exciting, mainly work stuff, but she listens intently all the same, a captivated smile on her face.

"That's me, anyway," I finish. "I just came by to see how you are. Brought some doughnuts, too. If I'd known, I would have brought a doctor."

She rolls her eyes with amusement, before her eyes settle in the kitchen. "You didn't have to, but I can't say no. One might say, I dough-nut mind if I do."

It's such a terrible joke, but it brings a small smile to my lips anyway. Satisfied, she smiles before attempting to stand up quickly. She flinches instantly and sits back down, hand falling to her shoulder.

"Easy, Kate," I tell her, keeping her still and resting my hand atop hers. "You can't rush around like that."

"Sorry," she mumbles, frowning at the pain before sighing once it passes.

"You seriously need to be more careful," I tell her sternly, eyes roaming her face. "Returning to me all banged up and bloody isn't what I want."

Instinctively, my hand raises to touch her face, fingers wavering over the cuts that are now cleaned up. My thumb barely grazes her black eye before falling to her lips, particularly the cut just next to it. I find myself getting distracted by her lips in general, thumb moving over to them, almost tracing them before I realise what the hell I'm doing.

Clearing my throat with embarrassment, I drop my hand and look up to her eyes, an apology on the tip of my tongue. But she's distracted, too, eyes half-lidded as they focus on my lips. I hold my breath when she leans in, but my eyes close when she closes the gap between us. It's a simple brush of her lips against mine, making my heart skip a beat at the contact. I'm barely thinking straight, unable to comprehend what's even happening as everything works on autopilot.

I feel her hand lift to the back of my neck before she presses her lips to mine again, this time with more intention, and I fall into it so easily like it's always supposed to have been like this. Her breath tickles my nose when she parts for a second, sending shivers down my spine, but just like that, she takes my bottom lip between hers and presses her tongue to mine. I let her, melting under her touch and not giving it a second thought.

Only when we run out of breath and part for seconds longer than before do I realise what's just happened. And then panic begins to set in, making me back away and stand up quickly.

"Y/N, oh my god," she says suddenly, standing up when she too realises what's happened. She takes a step forward, but I take one back, lips swollen and heart racing. "I'm sorry, I– please, wait, I–"

"I should go," is all I can think to say, still reeling from the taste of her.

Nope, can't think about that.

Turning on my heel, I speed-walk to the door, but she races after me, stopping before me and making me stop, too. Wincing at her shoulder from the quick movement, she pulls a face before meeting my eyes with pleading ones.

"Just wait, please," she says breathlessly, holding her shoulder.

I swallow thickly, staring at her feet because I can't seem to look up without staring at her lips. I wait.

"I'm in love with you," she finally says.

Suddenly, I feel sick at her words, definitely not expecting her to say that of all things.

"I have to go," I say, before pushing past her gently and leaving.

Thankfully she doesn't follow me, and I'm glad because otherwise I'd have to explain why my heart is beating so loud I can't seem to hear anything.

It's horribly unfair to avoid Kate after the kiss, but I can't help but do that, finding it easier to shut her out whilst I try to figure out what to do. A few days goes by and I still feel like I'm stood in her apartment, watching as she tells me she's in love with me. It's replaying in my mind, no matter how hard I try to avoid thinking about it.

How can we come back from that?

She tries to get in touch with me, but I can't talk to her or text her or hear her voice because I need to collect myself. She's in love with me, and I think I'm in love with her, too.

No, I know I am.

The kiss was perfect. And that's why it's wrong. I just want to be friends, it's so much easier this way. But how? The line has been crossed. It's too late now.

I'm returning home from work almost a week later, tired and cranky and just wanting to collapse on my couch. But when I walk to my floor and approach my doorway, I recognise Kate's figure waiting outside. Pausing, I wonder if I can slip away before she's seen me, but she notices me anyway, standing up from the floor instantly.

"Please, don't leave," she says desperately, eyes widened.

I swallow uncomfortably, keeping my eyes on the keys in my hand as I attempt to open the door. "I don't have time for this. I'm tired from work and–"

"Y/N, please," she pleads.

"Sorry, Kate," I say, finally unlocking my door and hoping to get in quickly. "Not now."

I suppose it's my idiocy that makes me believe I can get in without it her managing to slip in behind me. She is a superhero after all.

Groaning, I turn around to politely tell her to leave, but she's already talking before I can.

"I'm sorry for what happened," she says earnestly, a slight frown on her lips. "I know you want space, but I need to fix this. I didn't mean to kiss you. Or– well– I did, but I didn't mean for it to ruin everything."

I shake my head and step past her, heading to the kitchen. "I can't do this now, Kate. I need time to think. I–"

"I'm in love with you," she says, and it makes me stop in my tracks.

There she goes again. So easy of her to say.

"You're not," I mutter, unable to face her. "You can't be."

She doesn't answer straight away, but her footsteps sound closer and then she's stood before me, searching for my eyes as she lowers her head.

"I am," she says with certainty, blue eyes sparkling as they find mine. "I have been for three and a half years."

Every part of me feels like it's on fire when she keeps staring at me with such adoration that I don't know what to do with it. Three and a half years? We've known each other for four.

"I am," she repeats, nodding slightly.

"No..."

"You kissed me back," she points out, voice so soft as if she's afraid I'll kick her out or find a way to leave the conversation.

"I know." I look away again, unable to hold her gaze for much longer.

"So...?"

I close my eyes, squeezing them shut as I try to calm my raging heart. She makes everything seem so easy. Though, if she's been in love with me for so long, maybe it hasn't been as easy as it seems.

"Y/N–"

"I love you, too," I finally admit aloud, opening my eyes to be met with her surprised expression. "But it can't happen, Kate. I can't lose you."

Recovering from her momentary surprise, she shakes her head. "You won't. Why would you?"

Subconsciously, I begin to tense my jaw. She's doing it again, watching me like I'm everything to her. And it hurts so much, reminding me of why this can't be. I've seen that look before. It's only temporary.

"You're going to realise," I start, and my face immediately heats up with embarrassment because of the lump in my throat and the tears stinging at my lids.

"What?" she prompts, resting a hand on my shoulder with concern.

I suck up a breath, looking to the side. "You'll be in love for now, but not forever. You'll realise that I'm not worth loving and then you'll just leave. And I'll be alone again. Not only losing my girlfriend, but my best friend, too. And I can't have that, Kate, I can't lose you. Not another person I love. Not after last time."

"No, no, no," she rushes out, clasping my face and wiping away some stray tears. "It's not going to happen, Y/N."

I meet her eyes, my own staring bluntly. "Nobody plans for it to happen, but it could."

It's happened before.

"It won't," she says with such conviction that I almost believe her. "I didn't stick around for this long just to stop loving you one day. That's not how it works."

I carefully pull her hands down from my face. "Kate–"

"No," she says sternly, clutching my fingers in hers and holding my stare. "I'm in love with you, Y/N! Every part of you. Even when I was certain you wouldn't feel the same. I didn't care that I'd only ever have you as a friend because you're just that amazing. That loveable. And I'll spend every day for the rest of my life showing you that, telling you that, if I damn well have to."

My eyes are blurring again, myself unable to stop the tears from forming. Why is she saying this? Why did she believe it?

Why hadn't I seen it sooner?

"Don't push me away," she begs. "Please. I won't hurt you. I won't do what Hannah did. I wouldn't dare."

Squeezing her hands gently, I start, "Kate..." But I don't know what to say. All I know is my heart is thumping in my chest and I can't think straight when she's pouring out her heart to me like this.

Her eyes dart between mine, as confident as ever. "I once told you that you deserve the world and every good thing in it, but that you would just have to settle for me. Well... I'll live up to that, Y/N. For you."

She holds my gaze, patient as I try to make sense of everything. Never has she been so vulnerable with me and I feel like an idiot for not noticing all of this sooner. Nobody has ever loved me so dearly or made my heart burst with adoration as much as she has in just this conversation.

I rest my hand on the back of her neck and pull her close, hugging her tightly. Her hands lift to my back, holding me, too.

"You're already everything good in this world," I murmur into her neck.

Pulling back, I keep ahold of her, eyes flickering between hers. I want to believe her. I think I might. How can't I? She makes it sound so easy and she's quite convincing when she wants to be. I'm terrified, nothing will change that. I never want to experience what I did with Hannah, especially not if it means losing Kate. But sometimes it's better to give it a go than push it away. If I don't act on my feelings, I still lose Kate. Either way I lose her.

I can't lose her.

"I love you," I tell her firmly, needing her to know that I feel the same way. That I'm not doubting it anymore.

She's quiet, content with holding me close and studying my expression. I can't help it anymore, and I close the gap between us, pressing my lips to hers. She sighs before pulling me close by the waist, and the feeling of her fingers against my shirt in such a tender movement makes my heart skip a beat.

“We’re here!” Yelled your wife in the medium sized farm house, laughing when the youngest came running to the two of you. You smiled seeing how she handled the four year old boy.

“Hey little guy! How’s it going?” He quickly went into a rant about a new toy that he got and dragged her to his room. Your mother greeted you with a large hug as your father did the same moments after.

“Hey pumpkin.” You groaned at the nickname as Clint laughed and grabbed you and Kate’s bags, bringing them to the guest bedroom and laying them down on the bed. Laura dragged you into the dining room and sat you down to start chatting with you.

“So, how’s it going with, you know.” Her small smirk quickly faded seeing your defeated sigh, placing her hand on top of yours she silently reassured you. She stood up and grabbed some coffee for herself and tea for you knowing that coffee isn’t great for pregnancy. You gave a tight lipped smile when receiving the still hot mug.

“Thanks ma, I’m just so sick of waiting. We’ve been trying for almost a year now and still there’s nothing. I’m starting to think that maybe I’m not supposed to be a parent.” Tears filled your eyes as you spoke, the thought hurting both you and your mother.

“Oh honey, of course you are! You’re so well with your siblings and I know that someday you’ll have a child, whether it’s biological or even adoption. Now, you have been tested for your fertility but has Kate? Maybe since she is a little different from most women, she can’t have kids?” The realization hit you, maybe she actually wasn’t able to have kids. The both of you have gone to multiple doctors to see if you were fertile but neither of you ever thought to get her tested as well.

“N-no, we haven’t. I didn’t really ever think of that but it makes sense now that I think of it.” More tears left your eyes and your mom engulfed you in a large hug, now having tears of her own. She muttered out reassuring words while you tried calming yourself down as you heard Kate running down the stairs. You didn’t want her seeing you like this. She walked in with a large smile on her face but it disappeared when seeing you. Laura nodded to the woman, signaling for her to come and comfort you. You looked over to finally make eye contact with your wife as she rushed over to you, immediately bombarding you with questions.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Can you tell me what’s on your mind.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and finally spoke, letting out all of your feelings and emotions. Kate listened intently with every word, her eyebrows furrowing more every time you spoke.

“Oh baby, come here.” She wrapped her arms around you tightly and pressed kisses to your head before speaking once more. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m right here. I’ll always be here.” She brought you up to your room and gave a small thank you to the brown haired woman, giving a sad smile when Clint saw you two. Laying you down on the bed she held you tightly until you finally fell asleep, smiling into your skin as she joined you in resting for the first time today.

You woke up to the feeling of someone grinding against you, a large bulge pushing back and forth against your form. Turning over you see Kate’s flushed face as she’s using one hand to grope your body and the other to play with her own breasts.

“K-Katey-” She quickly shushed you by shaking her head fastly, whimpering against your neck as she positioned herself to go on top of you.

“Let me just fuck you, please? I’m so fucking horny right now, I need you so bad. I’ll get you pregnant this time I promise, I’ll put my babies in you I promise.” You hesitantly agreed, knowing that your family was just downstairs and could possibly hear you if you’re too loud.

“Okay, but just be quiet. I don’t need my dad hearing me scream out daddy.” You both let out a small chuckle before she connected her lips with your own, undoing her pants and rubbing herself onto you.

Almost a month went by and the two of you never stopped trying, you were surprised you haven’t got a noise complaint yet with how loud you were. Although this week was different, you had less of a sex drive and had even started puking in the morning. When you found out that you were a few days late for your period as well Kate rushed home from work and held you while you waited for the results.

“I’m scared Kate, what if it comes back negative?” The woman hugged you tighter and grabbed your face in her hands, leaving pecks all over you until she reached your lips. Giving you a long, passionate kiss as to calm you down slightly.

“It will be okay babe, and if it comes back negative we just keep trying like we always do.” “I’m tired of trying, I just want to be pregnant already.” The woman nodded, seemingly agreeing with your statement. She held you once again until the timer went off, standing up she slowly walked over to the counter and flipped over the tests. A large grin took over her face and you looked up excitedly, hoping she’d say they came back positive. Standing up you walked over to your wife and looked at the object on the paper towel, seeing two lines on each stick. You lightly gasped and turned to the other woman, noticing she was still awe struck, pulling her into your arms as you spilled a few happy tears onto her shoulder.

“I can’t believe it, we’re gonna be moms.” Kate whispered into your hair as she kissed the top of your head repeatedly, leaning back to finally look at you. You nodded and said happily, “We’re gonna be moms.”

Later that night you both facetimed your family, making sure everyone was there to see.

“Okay, okay, now what’s the big news?” Your mother asked impatiently. You both grinned and turned the camera around to show the big surprise. Gasps echoed throughout the phone as they all stared in shock and disbelief.

“Are you serious right now? I’m finally going to be a grandma!” Laura yelled out excitedly as everyone else congratulated you. You and Kate thanked them all as you heard loud noises in the background.

“Clint! Where’s my jacket? I’m going to go see them!” You both laughed at your mother’s antics and talked to them for another hour until you said your goodbyes and hung up, going to bed as you held one another tightly.

The next few months were torture, you continuosly nagged your wife to buy all of your cravings and she did with little complaint. You were throwing up almost everyday and couldn’t enjoy your favorite foods from before. Kate even went to the store and bought what seemed like hundreds of parenting books and read them all, writing down her own notes for each and every thing. When it came to your third trimester she was even worse, not letting you do anything by yourself, making sure to hold you with every step you took as in her words, “You might hurt yourself and the baby.” You found it cute how much she truly cared for you and the little peanut in your belly, the nickname that she gave them. When you both found out you’d be having a baby girl you two got started on the nursery, well, she did. She refused to let you move a muscle and even had Clint come over to help her build the crib. Your parents were just as protective and happy about the pregnancy as you guys were, calling almost every night to see how you’re doing and going to every appointment even if it was two hours away. Your siblings were excited to finally have a niece even bought you both gifts for when the baby was born. On Christmas morning you awoke to breakfast in bed and a smiling Kate delivering it.

“How’s my beautiful wife this morning?” You laughed slightly and Kate soon brought you into a large kiss, muttering a ‘Merry Christmas baby’ against them. She leaned down and kissed your large belly, repeating the same words to them as she did you.

“I can’t believe this will be the little one’s first Christmas.” You wished you could take a photo of how happy Kate looked, the thought of the baby always made a cheek hurting smile appear on her face.

“Well, technically it’s not the baby's first Christmas until she’s actually born and out of my belly.” “Shhh, let me be excited.” The two of you shared a few laughs as she soon dragged you to the living room where all the presents laid. Upon opening the first few gifts you felt as though you had to pee and blamed it on your small blatter. Walking to the bathroom you stopped when you felt liquid dripping down your leg, looking down to see a large wet spot on the ground.

“K-Kate.” “Yeah babe? Everything okay?” She asked as she started speed walking over to you. She cut herself short when seeing the floor and your pants, realizing what was happening.

“Oh-oh my god. We need to get you to a hospital now, go in the car, I'll grab the go bag!” You nodded but were stopped with a sharp pain to your stomach. Using the wall to lean yourself on you yelled out in pain as Kate rushed over to help you up, walking you to the car instead.

“It’s going to be alright, everything will be just fine!” She repeated, you questioned if she was saying it to you or herself.

On the way to the hospital she called your family and told them everything while they slightly panicked and informed you both that they’d be there in an hour or so. When arriving at the building Kate hurriedly checked you in and you were immediately put into a room until you were fully dilated. Your wife held your hand through every type of pain and tried distracting you, only to end up being yelled at by you.

“Kate, if you don’t shut up I swear to god I will chop off that dick of yours! That’s what you get for doing this to me.” Her eyes widened and she sat down quickly, trying not to anger you more. Your parents and siblings rushed into the room after a little more than an hour but quickly saw your pained expression along with Kate’s scared one.

“Hey honey, how you doing?” When you calmly answered the woman's question Kate stared at you with pure confusion.

“Why aren’t you yelling at her? When I said the same thing you threatened to chop my dick off.” Your dad stifled a laugh as you stared the woman down.

“Because at least she didn’t get me pregnant and put me through this.” “You’re the one who wanted a baby even more than me!” Your parents watched the scene unfold with an amused face, wanting so desperately to laugh at your words and Kate’s reactions.

“Oh don’t even fucking star-” “Okay! That’s enough! Stop acting like literal children when you’re twenty-eight and you’re twenty-nine.” You were going to say something until another shock of pain hit you. Laura and Kate held you hand as Clint stood off to the side awkwardly, not exactly knowing what he should do.

After a few very painful and stressful hours the doctor finally came in to bring you into the delivery room, stating that you were fully dilated and ready to give birth. Your wife and your mother stayed to watch and help you while Clint went out to the waiting room where his kids were. Screams were heard loud and clear as the baby finally started to crown. Kate had tears running down her face and so did Laura as she looked to see the baby, dragging your wife to come see it as well.

“It’s so gross yet so beautiful.” She muttered out. When loud cries echoed throughout the room you looked up to see the baby in the doctor’s hands, smiling in full glory seeing your daughter. The man asked if Kate would like to see the little one to which she excitedly nodded, jumping up and down slightly while she clasped her hands together.

“You did it, I’m so proud of you.” Came your mothers voice. You looked over to her and tiredly smiled, letting her hug you tightly before joining your wife with the baby. The doctor walked over to you and handed you the newborn, congratulating you in the process. You thanked him and he left as the rest of your family piled in, awing at the child in your arms.

“You know, it’s funny because the first time we fucked in your parents house you found out you were pregnant soon after. Maybe it’s a Barton house thing, it would explain how you have so many siblings.” Kate said out of the blue, receiving many looks from everyone else and a stern look from the now grandparents.

“What’s fucking?” Came your little brother's voice. You all shared a look before bursting out laughing while your parents were still glaring at Kate with their mouth wide open.

“Mmm” you breathe wiping the grease off your hands with the rag that’s stuffed into your jeans pocket.

“So what is this?” she take a few awkward steps towards you. She lets out a soft huff before tucking her hands into her pockets then promptly removing them and folding them across her chest. You smile internally at how nervous her deliberate actions seem to be. 

“You got yourself a bike?” she says a smirk playing on her lips.

You can’t help the half smile that creeps onto your face. “Yea. Second hand. Or third…it’s a little old and needs work.”

“Well somebody’s got a type,” she says nonchalantly this time with a full smile that exposes her teeth. 

You throw the dirty rag at her and she catches it with ease. She thinks she may have overstepped a boundary when you say nothing. But there is a glimmer in your eye that reminds her of the you that made her want to change everything about herself. Something that made her want to try.

You throw one leg over the bike and lean forward to hold onto the handlebars. Internally you scold yourself for having spent too much money on essentially a rust bucket. Talk about impulse buys.

“She needs a lot of work” you sigh as you lean back. You’re acutely aware of her eyes following your every movement, though you try not to think about it. 

Or her. 

Or how much you wanted nothing more than to have her move much closer to you.

Natasha hums. 

It was then you made the mistake of looking at her. Sure enough she was staring at you with those eyes. Soft and inviting. Despite everything they glowed and you find yourself captivated. 

You cough to cover up your embarrassment and clamber, not very gracefully, off the bike. “What?” you add hoping that the question would buy you some time for your brain to reform from the mush that it had melted into. 

“Oh…nothing” she half smiles as she takes pity on you and shifts her eyes to her boots. 

“Chance” you say after a beat to break the awkward silence.

“‘scuse me?”

“I’m calling her Chance” you say straightening out the creases in your pants and walk towards her. 

You’re standing closer to her than you have in a while. She lets out a sigh of relief.

“Funny name for a girl” she knocks against your shoulder with hers.

“Could’ve been worse” you reply bumping her back then mirroring her pose. 

Nat hums in contemplation and you find yourself missing that low throaty sound. 

“…as in second or last?” she half whispers clearing her throat softly.

“I haven’t gotten that far yet” you reply. 

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You’re sure your car is actually really fine. But there’s just something about her that’s drawing you back to get your car “fixed”.

She notices your hesitation to leave before you do. You don’t want to seem like a creep but your attraction to the woman is evident

“I’m sorry,” you’re so nervous you might shit yourself—you don’t, at least not in front of the pretty mechanic, “I didn’t get your name last time.”

“It’s Natasha,” she grins and you think you pee a little. “You came here last week for the engine right? Is it actin’ up again?”

You smile, full of sincerity but maybe you’re mixing it up with infatuation, you can’t tell. “Yes. And n-no, I don’t really need to get anything fixed—”

“Oh…”

You pick pieces of yourself off the floor before you ask the big question. You feel so silly being here just to ask her out but she’s been on your mind ever since, and if she’s going to fix your car from now on it doesn’t hurt to ask her out is it?

“I just wanted to—Well, you can say n-no, obviously,” you grow small under your own words, “I just wanted to see—”

“Yes.”

You look at Natasha wide eyed. “S-Sorry?”

“I’m saying yes.”

“But you don’t even know what—”

“I know a lesbian when I see one sweetheart,” she chuckles at your obliviousness, “I’m saying yes to the date. Gimme your phone.”

“Did you get a new dress?” You point out her ensemble, reaching out to touch the fabric on her sleeves. “Oh this feels expensive.”

Natasha peers down at where you’re touching her. A smile evident on her lips as you gasp in awe at the material of her very expensive dress Tony gave her.

“It’s Chanel,” she says.

You gasp, mouthful of your food, making Natasha chuckle in response. She thinks you’re so silly some times.

“You look really pretty in it,” you’re still enamoured by the tweed fabric, unsure of how such brand can craft such goods. “It makes you look extra smart. Smarty pants.”

Warmth catches up to Natasha’s cheeks. While it’s not like she gets compliments—after all she’s known for her looks as a Black Widow—hearing the sincerity drip from your lips makes her blush.

She adores your passion and charisma, your joy for life, it’s make Natasha’s everyday routine a little better knowing you’re in it.

But when you point you’re focus on her intelligence and beauty, it makes her feel as though you truly see her.

Plus often not, it’s her complimenting you. It’s her thing but she’s completely utterly obsessed with how shy you get when she directs all of her loving on you.

“Smarty dress,” you chuckle to yourself. “You’re so amazing everyday, Natty. Hope y’know that.”

time skip: eleven months later

once upon a time not so long ago, you thought you would never be able to get over wanda maximoff.

she had entrapped you, in every state of matter, and freedom was an option you didn’t get the liberty to pick. that was, until you met natasha romanoff. turns out you had a thing for redheads, huh.

though it had been difficult, natasha helped you get over the emotional trauma wanda had implanted. slowly but surely, your heartstrings were mended by the angel the heavens sent. slowly but surely, you managed to untangle yourself from wanda’s web of lies.

it was eleven months and going strong with natasha, but that also meant that the next christmas had rolled around again. decorations galore, you felt rather nostalgic as you walked the cold streets with natasha’s hand in yours.

“baby, baby, look,” natasha said with excitement, basically dragging you along to one of those claw machines with the christmas-themed stuff toys.

one thing you had quickly learnt with natasha was that despite her smaller stature, she could easily flip you over in a matter of seconds and chain you down. i mean, it wasn’t like you would complain, though.

you let natasha drag you along, a lovesick smile reaching your eyes. she was laughing about something you didn’t quite decipher, being too occupied with adoring the entirety of your girlfriend.

unbeknownst to you, a certain wanda maximoff was strolling those very streets.

she was with her on-and-off boyfriend, vision. though considered a couple, the toxicity in their ‘love’ was acquaintance at best. he had cheated on her, she did the same in retaliation, but they always somehow ended up together. it was a cycle that repeated itself.

it was unhealthy, she knew, but they sort of used each other as an outlet, to dissolve stress and seek a peace of mind. maybe it was because he was as messed up as she was.

though this ‘peace of mind’ usually ended in arguments more bitter than aragulas, it was nothing compared to the depths of darkness wanda was faced with when she saw you with another girl.

you were stood just a few metres in front of vision and wanda, trying your luck with the claw machine, a redhead cheering you on with a smile of passion of love. you had that frown on your face, with knitted brows and sheer concentration. wanda was rendered speechless as she came to a standstill.

vision didn’t even seem to notice, his monotone ramblings of the fifa world cup fading away. the snow seemed to fall heavier, and the silence grew louder.

wanda just stood, watching as you let out a groan of disappointment when you failed yet again, and natasha laughing amusedly at your comicality.

she gaze burned, not with fire but with ice. it wasn’t tears prickling at her eyes, it was a winter storm. wanda soon realised she wasn’t sad. she was angry. she was jealous.

you were supposed to be hers. it was selfish, she knew, because she had used you in ways that could never be forgiven.

but seeds of selfishness couldn’t blossom without the sprinklings of care.

it was far too late for confessions or apologies, but wanda had always known. it was a dusty book of secrets sealed with lock and key, deep inside her heart. in the depths and corners of something you never got the chance to see the light of, wanda had craved you. not your body, or your ever-willingness, just...... you.

she neglected your feelings because she wanted you to run back. she wanted someone to need her, because no one had ever wanted her. she wanted to break you so she could mend you and claim you as hers.

and maybe that was why she grew selfish.

but maybe that was why she lost you.

but that wasn’t even the worst part, gnawing at her insides till she was nothing but a shell of a lonely young woman. the worst part, the bad ending, or maybe the happy one, was that you were happy.

you looked so…… free, able to love without regret, wonder and awe and passion and admiration swirling in every cell of your existence. you picked up and spun natasha around, both of you whooping with joy when you finally got the plush natasha wanted.

then all of a sudden, before wanda could even react, you and your girlfriend were walking past her and vision, hand in hand.

wanda didn’t dare look up, didn’t dare to meet your eyes, didn’t dare to see your happy smile. she stood there, staring at the ground, fists clenched but steely. her eyes focused on the tiling of the brickwork on the snowy ground.

blistering cold wind rendered wanda’s ears ridden red. her legs were shaking still, but she dared to look up after an eternity of tensed silence. when the cold air reached her face again, you were gone.

wanda would never know if you saw her, if your eyes ever widened with shock or anger, if a ‘merry christmas’ ever fell from your godforsaken lips.

but maybe that was better, knowing she was just a footnote in your history.

and that was when the ice in wanda’s eyes melted, becoming teary pearls of broken promises and unsaid words.

once upon a time not so long ago, wanda maximoff never received her happy ever after.

Natasha had extracted the remaining fugitives, her skin warm and sticky by the sheer strength taken at the wake of a rescue mission. They thanked her, hands grasping hers and some so small, her own heart ached at that.

It felt different. The feeling that swirls around her throat, halting her breathing, the thumping in her chest of worry, and the suffering that jabs her life, mocking her and snatching the glimpse of hope in life.

Was she worth the appreciation spew at her action?

And the same provoked her ability, dauting her choices and those made without her consent.

Then, a sound echoes through the tunnel. Natasha asked, “Is there anybody else out there?”

The silence was frightening. It wakes a memory of someone she loved—your precious face close to hers, the gentle grip of your hand over her bicep, and the squeals at her abrupt action of picking you up, and you would laugh while curses fell from your mouth.

“You’re really strong, Ms Romanoff,” you would had said. “I wonder…”

And she would take the bait, thrusting your body into the bed, but gentle as fear lingers on hurting you. The joy that gleams in your eyes made her forget, as warmth spread in her chest.

With you, she felt an exquisite flutter of happiness and it made her believe there’s chance after all. Love must be greater than what they had passed on.

“Show me,” you whispered, hands resting firmly on the width of her arms while her sizeable hands grip your waist and her thighs on each side of your body, confining you beneath her.

Natasha’s thumbs rubbed over the material of your pants, and she heard a sound, the pleads for more and she pride herself on leaving you breathless just as her mouth meet the crook of your neck and her hand slips between your thighs. “Nat,” you murmured, hand falling over hers, pushing her closer to where you craved for her touch.

You would admire her. Fingers tracing the veins that drew lines over her skin, often more prominent after weightlifting, and the curves of her muscles, as if she was crafted to perfection.

And you would tell her that; I like you like this, naked and mine, you’re not doing me damage if you don’t use your strength, hold me tighter, show me how much you love.

The faint sound wakes her—in a dark tunnel, filthy and abandoned. It prods at the vacant space of her heart, the place where you used to pulse so vividly and now, only drawing sad thumps.

Love must be great, she had realised. The same way it had occurred to her when you were lost, enlarged were her worries and none of her depicted strength could save you. Just a body vanished into a faint memory.

Natasha stared into the dark abyss. Silence woke by her choking fits of sobbing, the heartrending truth that made her scream and she stumble, falling on her knees. Emptiness and despair continued, while she grovelled for another chance.

She doubted the seconds fluttering in appreciation for her rescue. How was that allowed, if she couldn’t save you?

It’s hard to wake up and pretend, like she wasn’t dreading another day without you. But she hopes for a day to come, where you would wake by her side again.

You look at the university map once again, trying to understand which way you have to go. The secretaria seems to be in a secret passageway. You’ve been trying to find it for the past fifteen minutes without any success. You still have some papers to fill and you need to do it in the next two minutes otherwise you’ll be late for your first day.

Desperate, you finally decide to ask for help. You go toward a girl with dark brown hair. You clear your throat to announce yourself. Kate Bishop turns around when she hears you. Her facial expression goes from confused with frown brows to shocked with wide open eyes. She looks at you, her mouth almost opens, without saying a word. Embarrassed, you tell yourself this must be your cue to ask for directions.

“Excuse me, I’m a new student and I’m completely lost. Do you know where the secretary is, please ?”

You wait for an answer that never comes. She keeps looking at you as if she doesn't understand English.

“Are you new, too ?” You keep asking, hoping to break the awkward moment.

“No.” She finally says.

“So you know where the secretary is ?”

“Uh, I… yes.”

“Could you show me the way ?”

“No.” She tells you before leaving, her face red.

“Okay…” You declare, confused.

You look at her walking away from you. You’re lost physically as well as mentally now. On Kate’s side, she’s cursing at herself because of the way she acted. She hadn’t humiliated herself like that for a long time. She totally panicked. She knows she made a bad first impression because she thought you were cute.

At least, she tells herself she won’t have to make a fool of herself even more because you’d never want to be her friend, that’s for sure.

Surprisingly, you decided to not stay on your first impression of her. During your first week, Kate gathered all of her courage to apologise for her reaction. She struggled to talk properly as she didn’t remember her excuse very well. Indeed, she didn’t want to say she acted mean because she was caught off guard by your beauty, but you found it cute the way she tried. You forgave her in a heartbeat.

Rapidly, Kate became your first real friend in New York. And as friends, you both help each other for classes.

It’s the case for your presentation for your History of the USA class. Your subject isn’t really inspiring so you’re not sure you’ve done a good work. You asked Kate to help you and see if your doubts are true.

She’s sitting on your bed while you’re standing up in front of your desk, your computer on it as you’re showing your powerpoint to make your presentation better. You do it with some struggle as you realise some parts you could improve. When you finish speaking, you don’t give her time to give you her opinion as you start explaining which parts could be better. As you’re exposing the weaknesses of your homework, you get some ideas to reformulate your sentences or some facts you could add. Kate, on the other hand, is looking at you carefully. She admires the way your brain is working fastly as you want your presentation to be perfect. You keep rambling till Kate opens her mouth without noticing.

“You’re cute.”

“What ?”

“I said ‘you look like a fruit’.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.” You retort, frowning.

“I… What I meant is that… you… you’re rambling. Don’t you know that expression ? I thought everyone knew it.” She laughs nervously, her cheeks getting heated.

“What’s the link with the fruit ?”

“Oh, you know, sometimes expressions don’t make any sense.”

“Yeah.” You answer, not really convinced. “Anyway, what do you think ? Should I make these changes ?”

Kate looks at you for a second, trying to find an answer. She didn’t listen to the changes you suggested. Her embarrassment grows bigger.

“If you think it’s really necessary, yes. Personally, I think your presentation is great.” She reassures you before standing up from your bed. “I need to go. My mom is waiting for me.”

“Since when do you listen to your mom ?” You giggle as she’s packing her stuff.

“Since she threatened me to take my credit card away. We'll see each other tomorrow, in class ?”

She doesn’t give you time to answer before leaving your room.

Unfortunately for Kate, this kind of moment wasn’t the first nor the last one. There are many times where she complimented you when she didn’t need to. She always struggles to play it cool. Everytime she makes a fool of herself, she keeps thinking about that moment over and over again for the next few days. She wishes she could really tell you what she thinks about you without hesitating or fearing you’d push her away. Therefore, anytime she has the opportunity to really express her admiration for you, she does it.

When her mom invited you to a charity gala for the first time, after four months of friendship, Kate was only waiting for one thing : see your outfit. She especially can’t wait to finally have someone to talk to. When you’re at the gala, you find Kate, her back in front of you. She’s looking at random people in the room with a bored face. As she ignores your presence, you gently touch her shoulder.

“Hey, Kate.”

“Hi Y/N.” She begins as she turns around, but your name is only a whisper. Kate looks at you up and down, blown away by your dress. She knows she’s really going to lose her composure tonight. She admires your face, even more beautiful thanks to your make up. She never thought you could be even more breathtaking.

“You’re gonna eat a fly, you know.” You laugh, bringing her back to reality.

“Sorry, what were you saying ?”

“You were looking at me with your mouth wide open. It looks like your brain stopped.”

“I… I was thinking about something. You look really nice tonight.” Kate smiles before correcting herself. “I mean, no ! I didn’t mean only tonight, just that you look even nicer than usual.”

“You look beautiful as well.” You assure her, making her smile brightly. “Love your suit.”

As you say this, you look at her with more attention. You try to conceal how you really feel about her outfit. If you could, you’d kiss her right now, but you hold yourself back, knowing you two are only friends.

And you two are still only friends for some other months. Despite your growing feelings, you both try to act as natural as possible. Although you stopped counting how many times you both let your heart speak for yourselves, thankfully the other didn’t seem to notice it. So, in spite of your mutual pining, you stay best friends, spending as much time as you can together.

One thing Kate loves to do with you is make you discover her hobbies. Also, it never takes a lot of convincing so she didn’t struggle to make you try archery. You go to her training place where you can be alone. As Kate has been in this club for many years, she’s allowed to come whenever she wants. Therefore, you’re only by yourselves when you take your first archery lesson with Kate as your teacher. She starts explaining the basis and you listen to her carefully. When she finishes, you try to act confident to impress her.

“I know I’m gonna nail it. I trained a little when I was eight.”

“You did archery for a year ?” Kate asks, surprised.

“Not really. My cousin used to do it and I had the chance to use his bow for a whole afternoon when I went to his place once. So don’t worry, I got it.” You say before arming the bow and getting in position, Kate's bow in hand.

“Y/N, maybe you should stand up straighter.” She tries to correct you.

“I know what I’m doing.” You state before shooting and disastrously missing the target. “Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You think ?” She mocks you. “Come on, Robin Hood, I’m going to help you to, at least, hit the target. First of all, stand up straighter.” She commands.

You fake being annoyed but listen to every instruction she gives you. Kate helps you to have the perfect posture and she also makes sure you have the bow in your hand correctly. As she does so, Kate’s face is only a few inches from yours.

“Pull your hand up a little bit.” She informs you.

“Like that ?” You ask, turning your face to her.

You eyes who were looking for an answer on her face end up losing themselves in her eyes. Kate doesn’t say a word, too flustered by this new proximity. You both keep looking at each other, not knowing how to act when your own mouth talks for you.

“I wish I could kiss you.”

“What ?”

“I…” You stammer, moving away from Kate.

“You want to kiss me ?”

“I don’t know why I said that, sorry ! I… I should go.” You say but Kate takes your hand.

“Y/N, wait. Did you really mean it ?”

“What would you do if I said I did ?”

“I’d kiss you.”

“Then yes, I really meant it.”

You don’t need to wait any longer before you two kiss. Kate puts her hands on your hips while your right hand is on her cheek, the other hand still holding Kate’s bow. The kiss is soft but passionate. It doesn’t last long but you still manage to fully share your growing feelings. When you break the kiss, you’re both smiling.

“God, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” Kate whispers.

“I know.” You admit, your smile growing bigger as Kate’s brows frown.

“What do you mean you know ?”

“You’ve never really been low-key about your feelings. I don’t even count how many times you tried to hide when you slipped. I still remember the ‘you look like a fruit’ one.” You chuckle as her cheeks turn red.

“You had noticed from the beginning ?! I thought I was always handling the situation well as you weren’t saying anything. Besides, if you knew, why didn’t you take the first step ? I could’ve avoided all of these awkward moments.” Kate accuses you.

“I… I was afraid I was over analysing it.” You admit anxiously. “I told myself maybe you were saying that in a friendly way, but those last minutes confirmed to me that I was actually right.”

“There isn’t one better than the other.” She laughs and you do the same.

“I don’t think so, no.”

“But at least, now we know.” Kate smiles and you kiss her one more time.

The smile on her face is riddled with guilt as everything starts to sink it for you. She stand up awkwardly, the chair underneath her scrapes against the tiled floor as she pushes it back. She takes a step towards you and you take a step back. Your heart is breaking. The betrayal seeps into every atom of you body and you instinctively look around for help. Help from anyone but her. No one is paying attention and she steps forward again. This time she attempts to reach for you arm. Her lips move but the words that come out of her mouth don't reach your ears. You hear the barista shout out someone's order, but once again the words are unintelligible. All you can hear is a loud buzzing as blood drains out of your face and into your limbs, preparing your body for fight or flight.

You want to fight her. You want to slap her across the face. Call her a disgusting perverted liar. But you say nothing. You're frozen in place as months of your reality, your truth, crumble around you.

The couple sat in the booth next to you get up to leave, the woman looks at you, and you look at her, and you can see the hint of curiosity in her eyes. You see her lips twitch as the question begs to be asked. Are you okay? But she says nothing and a few seconds later the bell rings as they leave the shop.

The woman you came here to see tries again. "Please let me explain," You hear her this time and her voice, even now brings you just a tiny bit of comfort.

You sit down and she lets out a breath of relief when she sees you refraining from making a scene, it isn't like you. She knows it isn't like you. Just as she knows everything about you. And yet, here you are - sat opposite a complete stranger. A liar, a con.

"Let me get you something to drink," You're quick to shake your head in refusal. Remaining silent, you stare at her, studying her and watching as she shift uncomfortably under you gaze. She's old. You see the wrinkles that form at the corners of her eyes when she smiles at you awkwardly. Her age was a lie and so were her blue eyes. This woman's eyes are green. Her hair is long, and red. Not brown. She clears her throat and you can tell she's thinking over what to say, you're reminded of her accent. Her voice. The one you've listened to night after night as she talked you down and helped you fall asleep. The only true thing about her.

She opens her mouth to speak and you struggle not to cry. "I'm sorry," she says finally. She takes a deep breath and repeats those words again. You turn your face away from her and instead focus on the barista that's currently making someone a coffee. The stray tear that manages to escape your eye and roll down your cheek doesn't get far. You shake your head and quickly wipe it away, but you know that if she was looking at you, which she was, then she would have seen it, and she did. So she repeats those words a third and finally time, deep down knowing that no amount of apologies will fix what she did. She hurt you. She lied to you again and again. It wasn't supposed to go where it did. She never meant to find someone who would make her feel the way that you did. The way that you still do. You were supposed to be a distraction, that is all. You were supposed to soften the blows of her life. To soothe the pain. And you did a good job of it, too good.

You let out a shaky breath as you begin to finally process and accept the truth. The last year and a half were a lie. The woman you fell in love with was a fraud. Her personality, her life story, her struggles, her face… it was all fake. You've spent months of your life consulting in, and trusting a lie. You feel less angry at the woman in front of you now and more furious with yourself. How could you have been so stupid? You knew these things happen, but the possibility of it happening to you just seemed impossible. And yet here you are. "Who's Kate?" Just saying her name hurts. Each second you spend here with her feels like a punch to your ego, one after the other, never ending.

"I don't know, I found those pictures online. I gave her a name and a story,"

A least she's being honest now. You can tell she's ashamed but you don't have it in you to feel bad for her. Right now you just want answers.

"Who are you?"

She hesitates, and that, her audacity to hesitate sharing who she is with you after you have shed off and shared every single layer of you with her, makes your blood boil. Who have you seen naked? Who has seen you naked? You repeat the question, "Who are you?"

"I'm Wanda," You don't believe her and she can tell. She looks to her side and reaches for her purse. She shows you her ID. Wanda Maximoff. You manage to see her year of birth. 1989. She's 33. You don't have time to think another thought on that when something else grabs your attention. Her hand. She puts her purse back in her bag, and your focus stays on the glistening ring on the finger on her left hand. "Wanda," You repeat her name back to her, voice riddled with pain, betrayal and rage. "Is Maximoff you maiden name?"

You didn't think it was possible for her to get more uncomfortable but she does, and you want to feel victorious, you want to feel joy and pride at being able to intimate her even just a little, but all you feel is hurt.

She stays quiet, playing with the ring and you look up at the ceiling in yet another attempt to hold back your pain. She doesn't deserve to see you like this. You can only assume that that must be what she wants, to see the effect she had on you with the games she played with you heart, so you do everything you can not to show her that. "I guess we're done here,"

"Please stay," The words are weak, and they come out quicker than yours. You gather the strength to look at her face again. And this time you see it. The rage that clouded you vision clears, and you see the reflection of you. Your pain is in her eyes, they're filled with tears just like yours are. But there's also a real hint of fear there too. Fear that she'll lose her only life line, fear that you will really leave.

You're sucked in and the two of you share a moment when it is just you and her. You and the one you knew as Kate. The girl with dark hair and light eyes. The one who understood you and listened and let you cry when you felt like you needed to but made you laugh so much more. And you sit in that, for a moment it's Kate sat in front of you and she's smiling at you and she's holding your warm hands in her cold ones and she's having trouble keeping what she got you for Christmas a secret.

But then the barista drops and shatters a glass mug, and you're pulled back to the real world. Where things aren't as easy. Where things usually don't work out how you might wish they would have. And Kate is one of them.

The group of friends sitting in the other corner of the caffe argue loudly over who should have won the world cup. Someone almost slips on the frozen puddle outside. A car blasting loud music speeds by. And you, you stand up.

“You ready to go?” Carol asked you as she slipped on her jacket. You turned to look at her, giving a small grin before responding.

“Yeah, I just gotta get something and…got it!” Throwing up your hands you showed your watch signaling you found what you were looking for. She chuckled and pulled you into her, staring down at you as she brought your hand to her lips and leaving a small peck on the back.

“Alright then, let’s go.” You bit your lip as she moved herself from you and opened the door, letting your flustered self walk out in front her. As you walked out her eyes wandered to your ass, using her hands to slap the two cheeks as she closed the door behind her. You fake gasped as her hands made contact, turning around to give a light smack to her shoulder.

When the two of you arrived you both were greeted with a bunch of people greeting you, some jocks were talking to Carol and a bunch of the cheerleaders went to you. You all talked about the dances you’ve been working on and one person even mentioned you and Carol.

“So you and Carol Danvers huh? You know, I heard she’s slept with most of the girls here.” You hated to admit that those words struck you right in the heart but they did. Knowing that you could just be another one of her hookups scared you immensely.

“W-we’re just friends.” She didn’t stop though, it was like she wanted a reaction from you. “Really? Then why did you walk in with her? And why do I see you going to her dorm every night?” When you were about to speak, the woman you’ve been talking about suddenly appeared behind you. She wrapped her hand loosely around your shoulder and pulled you into a mouth watering kiss.

“Hey babe, what you guys talking about over here?” You still had a shocked and flustered face from the kiss, she’s never done something like that before. It was supposed to be a friends with benefits deal but here she was calling you babe and basically making out with you in front of everyone.

“Oh nothing, just about you and Y/N.” You could tell she already knew, it was probably why she came over here in the first place. She was most likely just being nice and trying to not make you uncomfortable, she didn’t mean the kiss or the nickname, it was just to get them off your back.

“What about us?” “Oh you know, just that you two have clearly been fucking all the time. Oh and Carol, that Steve guy has been talking a lot about Y/N. You may want to put him in his place for talking about your partner.” They all giggled like schoolgirls while you let out a shaky breath. Looking up you saw the blondes jaw clenched and fists squeezing together almost drawing blood.

“And uh, what has he exactly been saying?” “Oh you know just ‘god they’re so hot, I bet you all I could bring them home with me’ and ‘damn have you seen that ass?’ Just the usual talk about Miss Y/N here.” They mimicked the man and smirked when finishing their statement, trying to get a rise out of her. When Carol heard them say ‘usual talk’ it was as if something snapped inside of her, she hated the thought of people thinking you were theirs when you were clearly hers. Although she couldn’t blame them, you were hot and it’s not like she made anything official yet, she was too scared to ask you out. So for now you were ‘just friends’ when in reality Carol wanted to be more than that, she wanted to take you out on dates and spoil you. You dragged the woman outside to get some fresh air only to be shoved against the wall.

“Carol, what are you do-“

“Shut up. When we go back in there I want you sitting on my lap all night alright? I want everyone to know you belong to me.” You hated to admit her possessiveness turned you on, knowing she was so jealous because of you made your heart swell. You nodded and walked back into the house with her, her hand laid upon your ass.

Moving you both over to the living room she sat on the chair and placed you on her lap. You moved around a bit to get more comfortable until you felt something poking you.

You looked behind you to see Carol smirking, “What’s got you all flustered baby?” Shaking your head with a blush on your face you looked back at the ground until you heard chatter. Everyone was walking up to the two of you, including Steve, the quarterback. The woman kept her hand around your figure and glared up at the man when he sent you an obvious wink. You grimaced and leaned back into the blonde only to rub against her hard on once again. She groaned into your ear and gripped your hips, making you repeat the motion slowly. She continued with her movements and you tried your best not to silence your moans, even making out with Carol to hide your noise. You turned to straddle the slightly older woman so your core is pressed right up against her restrained cock. Neither of you cared that others could see you making out very visibly, in fact, Carol loved it. Knowing that all those people can see clear as day that you’re her girlfriend, well, not just yet.

You rocked your hips slow enough that no one would be able to see it but still so you two could feel the pleasure. The girl wasn’t having this, she thrusted your body fastly against her, making sure everyone can see you basically riding her.

“Carol- the- others- can- see us-“ you said between each kiss she peppered onto your mouth.

“Let them.” She left visible marks along your neck, marking her territory. You quickly dragged her upstairs before it could escalate even more, hearing whistles your way from the cheerleaders. The moment you two entered the room you pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her like before.

She tried to flip you over only to have you holding her down. “Uh uh, I want to make you feel good tonight.” “But-“ you shushed her with a finger to her lips, lowering yourself so you made eye contact with her large bulge.

“No buts, I want to suck you off alright?” She nodded with a heavy breath and let you unbutton her jeans. When you got to her boxers you used your hand to massage her bulge gently, hearing her small moans. You rubbed her balls through the undergarments as you waited for her to beg you.

“If you want me to give you a blowjob you have to ask nicely.” You batted your eyelashes teasingly at her and she groaned.

“I’m not begging, I don’t beg.” When you started to stand up she quickly pulled you back down to your original position making you smirk at the effect you had on her.

“I already told you Carol, if you want my mouth you have to beg.” You placed your hand back in its old position and watched amused as she got fed up.

“Fine! I’ll beg! Y/N, will you please suck me off?” You laughed at her poor excuse of pleading and she threw her head back in annoyance at your response.

“You have to beg better than that honey, don’t you want my mouth? Don’t you want my tongue just licking up all your cum? I guess I was wrong to think that you’d want to hear my gags and see my tearful face as I choke on your cock.” You faked a pout as she basked in the image of you on your knees taking her down your throat. You knew how much she loved having you suck her off as you gagged around her, it bloated her already large ego.

“Please Y/N, I am begging you please make me cum. I want to see you crying and choking around me, I need you to just make me feel good please.” You sighed as if you were thinking about her response before giving in, licking a long stripe up her eager cock. She felt relief wash over her as you wrapped your mouth around the tip, sucking gently. You moaned around her length and brought vibrations around her that made her shudder.

“Mmm, such a good girl aren’t you? Taking me so well.” Her praise caused a blush to arise upon your face as you took down more of her, reaching about half way until she hit the back of your throat. Using your hand to make up for the lack of your mouth you jerked off the rest of her as you bobbed your head up and down. She grabbed onto your hair and forced you to take her all the way, admiring the noises you made.

“Yes! Take me all the fucking way! You’re so good for me baby, you’re a natural.” Her words were cut off with a loud moan. You were lucky there was obnoxiously loud music playing downstairs or else everyone would have heard her.

The way Carol was manhandling you made the wet patch on your underwear increase, you never told her but you loved the roughness of her actions, you loved when she treated you like a cockdrunk whore.

“Such a little slut, are you my slut? You’re mine, all mine to use, all mine to fuck. I’m gonna cum princess, I’m gonna paint your face with my fucking cum.” You could barely even pay attention to a word she was saying as you only focused on giving her the best blowjob she’s ever had. You wanted to be better than those girls she’d bring back before, you wanted to be better than anyone she had. Unbeknownst to you she thought you were the greatest thing in the world, not just because of how good you were in bed but because she loved you unlike any of her hookups. She loved everything about you, she was just too afraid you didn’t want her the way she wanted you.

“I’ll mark you as mine baby, I’ll make sure no one will ever take you away from me. You’ll be with me forever, and no one will ever ruin that, not Steve or that stupid chick staring you up and down.” Confusion hit you as she said those first few words, what did she mean by ‘mark you as mine’? She pulled your hair to rip you off of her throbbing cock and jerked herself off, planning to finish all over your beautiful face. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks as she shuttered seeing you open your awaiting mouth to taste her cum. You closed your eyes while her release splattered across you. You noticed the way her cock twitched when you grasped it yourself, going to replace her hand with your own. You continued with her original pace and lowered yourself to take her once more. You milked her dry and moaned at the taste, trying your best to take it all.

The moment she relaxed she quickly rushed to put on her pants. You thought she must have regretted it as she was starting to walk out the door.

“You coming?” “W-where?” She let out a whispered laugh with that raspy voice, god what that voice did to you. She grabbed your chin in her hands and wiped her cum off of your body only to smear it across your lips.

“There. Now if anyone tries to kiss you all they’ll taste is me.” You were going to speak until she interrupted you by smashing her lips against your own, using the fact that your mouth was open to her advantage. She swirled her tongue around only to taste herself, groaning lightly when it hit her taste buds. She pulled back as you stared into her eyes, both of you guys’ eyelids growing heavy.