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moonydustx · 6 months ago

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Silent treatment

info: pretty self-explanatory I think. Law and reader have a pre-established relationship. I believe I'll soon post a version of Zoro too (it was supposed to be today, but I don't really believe in my ability to review more than one content per day)

pairing: Law x reader

Crossing my fingers and promising to stop writing only about Law

It was nothing new, far from it.

When you started living with Law years ago, you knew that he could occasionally be a little cold. Of course, within the crew itself, during the many days and nights spent underwater, he became a more communicative and accessible person - but sometimes not. That didn't bother you, not at all. At least not until the relationship between subordinate and captain turned into a relationship between two lovers.

He wasn't the clingiest person in the world, and neither were you, but he was still present. Stolen touches during the day, you leaning against his body while you drank with others. All of this was almost trivial to those who saw it and for you, everything was fine. The relationship between the two of you was constantly improving, except for one small fact: communication.

Now, the periods when Law was absent seemed to bother you even more than before and even with some indirect messages from you, he didn't seem to understand (or at least didn't care).

"Law, did you see that book I lent you?" You entered his small office. The brunette was buried in his own notes, lost enough in them to not look in your direction.

"I don't remember, love. Maybe on the bedside table?" He mumbled, distracted.

"No." You limited yourself to answering, hoping that maybe he would give you more hints. "Law!?"

"Hm?"

"Forget it."

You tried not to sound angry. That wasn't even the best word to describe your situation, maybe frustrated would work better.

When you returned to your room, you began to list the pros and cons of all this. Of course, the list of pros was immensely longer when it came to Law, but these lapses of attention still bothered you. An unhealthy idea crossed your mind.

First, you rethought everything you did and excluded part of the things you shared - lunch hours together, possible visits to him during the afternoon and anything else that could make you give in. Now all you had to do was avoid opening your mouth when you were in the same room and wait to see if you would succeed.

The first thing Law noticed was your disappearance. Okay, you were definitely mad that he had lost one of your books, and you were absolutely right. Maybe the fact that you hadn't gone to visit him was because you had found the book and were immersed in reading it.

The second thing was your absence during dinner, and that set off a red alert in his mind. Your absence wasn't physical, which only made the man's situation worse. Before he sat down at the table, your voice echoed about some subject he couldn't quite make out. All he had to do was show up and for the rest of the hour he stayed there, he only heard the sound of the cutlery against your plate.

The third thing was your absence from his bed. Okay, you didn't sleep together every night, but at least you took a few minutes for yourselves before going to sleep, even if it was just to cuddle for a bit. Tired of turning over in bed, dazed by the discomfort, he hurriedly walked to the door of your shared room with the only other female companion, who was the one who answered him.

"Hello, captain!" Ikkaku's mood was suspicious to him, but Law could wait to understand that later. "I think the one you're looking for is a little busy." She opened the door a crack, revealing your sleeping figure.

"Has she been here for a while?"

"Yes, sir. What happened, trouble in paradise?"

"Nothing much." He tried to avoid the subject with a weak smile. "Have a good night."

From then on, it was six days. Six days of pure torture for the captain of the heart pirates. You had entered radio silence mode. Every "good morning" or "can we talk?" was ignored. Law even tried to bring up one of your favorite singers and saw you remain silent. He couldn't understand why. He was going to go crazy, that was the only certainty he had at that moment.

The seventh day was the limit. Dark circles were forming on his face - and he could clearly see them on your face. His mood was unbearable, in addition to the atmosphere between everyone when you were present. Everyone already knew that there was indeed trouble in paradise.

You and Ikkaku were packing up the clean clothes that had arrived when you didn't notice him signaling to your partner to leave you alone.

"I think these clothes are enough for me to take. What do you think?" Your shock was evident when you saw your boyfriend there. Instead of answering, you turned your back and went back to rummaging through a small bag, putting the folded clothes in it.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Law's defeated tone of voice broke your heart, but you still tried to resist a little. "You're not leaving, are you? I know I messed up by losing your things, but please, please let's talk."

"That's the problem, Law." Even though your tone wasn't the most gentle of all, the man was washed with relief upon hearing your voice. "You don't

talk to me, don't pay attention to me."

"What do you mean?"

"You know that book I asked for? You didn't even look at my face to answer and then I found it there, on your desk. The other day you didn't hear me repeat the same thing more than three times." You blurted out, seeing that his gaze wasn't just on you but was going towards the bag on your bed.

"And you're leaving me because of this?"

And there was the sound he loved, even if the reason wasn't clear to him yet. With a light laugh you approached him and didn't hesitate to touch his face, turning his attentive gaze in your direction.

"Yes, I was upset about the situation, yes, I purposely gave you the silent treatment, but no, I would never leave you for something so trivial."

His eyes closed along with a relieved sigh that escaped his lips. Understanding that your closeness was an authorization, he intertwined his arms around your waist, ending any distance the two of you had.

"Can you forgive me? Sometimes I can't help but get lost in my own tasks and you've always been my lifeline, pulling me out of it." He explained, letting his fingers glide over your skin. "I think I took you for granted and I promise not to do that anymore. And if I do, please let me know, hit me, dunk me in seawater. Just please don't walk away from me, don't go without talking to me."

"I promise and I'm sorry for acting like this."

His lips captured yours quickly. Almost as a way of sealing the little promise between the two of you. However, you saw his eyes drift towards the suitcases.

"Promise you're not leaving me?"

"Oh babe." You laughed once more at his desolate expression. "These are some clothes I want to donate. Some of them don't fit me anymore, I really need some new things too, so I decided to clear the space."

"So that's it. You go, get rid of these clothes and then we'll go buy everything you need. And I want to hear everything you've done this week."

#fiction #reader insert #one piece #no use of y/n #trafalgar d law x reader #law x reader #law x you #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law

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traveler-at-heart · 2 months ago

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Lessons of Love - Chapter 5

Nerd!Natasha Romanoff x Rogers!F R

Summary: You run into some complications as you try to plan a special day with your girlfriend.

It’s supposed to be another day at school. Though it feels anything but normal as you approach your girlfriend, busy putting away some books on her locker.

“You’re running out of space for the library, handsome” you sneak up behind her, kissing her neck.

You take great pride in the way she fumbles with her backpack, blushing.

“Hi, detka”

Now it’s your turn to bite your lip, enjoying the way her voice drops when she switches to Russian.

“How’s your day so far?” you lean against the lockers, playing with her hand. You both know what today is, but acting like it’s just a regular day is what you agreed on.

“The usual. Calc was ok, History was kind of boring”

“Mmm, gotcha. Anything planned for later?” you say, unable to help yourself. You look up, and she’s smiling, though trying to act casual.

“Not much. Will probably join the game to support dad and Yelena. You?”

“Yeah. Maybe, I’m behind on my English paper. If I get enough done, sure”

The bell interrupts whatever she was about to say, and you sigh, leaning forward to meet her lips in a short kiss.

“See you later?”

“Yes, baby” you smile, kissing behind her ear one more time before you leave.

You definitely will.

—

Natasha’s a bad liar.

And right now, she has to play the perfect part, or she won’t get to enjoy the moment you’ve both been planning for weeks.

As usual, it was you who started things. One day, casually over some time alone at her place, you told her you were ready to take the next step. Natasha blushed, but all you did was take her hand in yours, saying you would never pressure her.

In typical fashion, Natasha made pro and con lists, research, read papers… but the fact you never brought it up again, being the same and just loving her, through her many freakouts… that’s how Natasha knew she wanted it too.

And now, she has to pretend to be sick to get the house to herself.

“Natalia, we’re late for the game. Why aren’t you changed?” her mother says as soon as she goes downstairs.

“Uh, I… I’m staying home. I’m not feeling too well” she lies, unsure on what to do. Cough?

This is uncharted territory for her; Natasha has never even pretended to be sick to skip school.

“You do look a little flustered. I’ll stay home and watch over you” Melina says, looking for the thermometer.

“No! No, it’s fine. Honestly” she rushes to say, hoping to convince her mother. “I’ll just take a nap, I’m probably tired”

“If you’re sure” her mother says. Natasha nods one last time, going back to her room. She looks out the window, and sprints to action the minute the car leaves their driveway.

Her room is a mess and there’s nothing less romantic than that. So, she folds her clothes, fluffies her pillows, plays some music (the article she read said it was a good way to set the mood). Natasha is restless, and only stops moving around until you knock at the door.

Your story is ordinary. On your way to the game, you called Natasha. As soon as you heard she was feeling sick, you decided to drop by and make sure she was ok.

Simple. Innocent. Believable.

“Hi, darling” you smile at her when the door opens.

“Hello” Natasha says, glancing at your cheerleading uniform. It’s part of the cover, obviously, but she can’t help but feel you’re dressing to get her riled up.

“Heard you were feeling a bit ill” you tease, and she rolls her eyes, stepping aside so you can come in.

As soon as she locks the door, you turn to her, hands on her arms. You love to touch her, have her this close to you. Natasha always feel so solid, so grounded. And that’s exactly what you need for this moment.

“Wanna go upstairs?” she says, lifting your chin. You nod, looking at her lips. Natasha smiles, in that way that always disarms you, and you’re surprised to see her act so confident as she grabs your hand, leading you to the second floor.

You’ve been in her room a dozen of times, but this feels different.

“Wow, you even cleaned up your desk for me. I feel special” you tease when she’s closing the door.

“You are special” Natasha says. You know she means it, looking at you with adoration. That makes your heart beat faster, and you walk up to her, hands going around her waist.

You’ve always loved your height difference.

“Hi” you say, biting your lip and looking up at her.

“Hi, kotenok” she smiles, and the word makes your knees weak. Before you can lose your courage, you lean forward, kissing her.

The kiss soon turns into a frantic one, Natasha accepting the intrusion of your tongue with a moan. Backing against the bed, she pulls you down with her, and you’re surprised at how smooth the movement is.

“Is this ok?” she says when you settle in her lap, and you nod, smiling. The little pause makes you nervous, suddenly remembering what you’re about to do.

“I… uh, want me to, should I take off my clothes?” you say, blushing.

“Whatever you like. If you want to” Natasha says, smiling at you.

Taking a deep breath to calm down, you stand up from the bed, discarding your shirt. You’re not entirely ready to take off the skirt, so you just climb up in Natasha’s lap, smiling as her hands go up and down your sides.

“Tickles” you giggle, and she chuckles, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to your ear.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world” she says, and you melt against her.

“You just wanna get laid”

And that brings you back to the whole thing, the reason why you’re here. You have an hour at best, and you definitely need to be a big girl and just dive.

So, your hand travels lower, palming the bulge in her pants.

“Wanna take this off?”

Natasha nods, but of course you have to stand up to allow her to strip.

“So, note to self. Next time, take all clothes off first” you joke to lighten the mood.

“Next time?”

“I mean… I hope there will be a next time” you straddle her lap once again, looking down at her with a frown. “Why? Are you uncomfortable? We can stop”

“No” she shakes her head. “I just… maybe I won’t be good at it. And you won’t like it”

“Baby, you’re a great kisser, you know that, right?” you purr against her lips, biting down her bottom lip.

“Well, had to practise for a bit” she stutters, canting her hips up as you kiss her everywhere.

“Exactly. So, we just need to have a lot of sex if the first time is kinda bad” you laugh, deciding it’s better to keep kissing Natasha.

You move your lips against her, easing into a rythm, and letting her take the lead once you notice she’s relaxing. She grips your waist, the other hand going higher past your skirt. Once her tongue enters your mouth, you moan, jerking forward and moving against her hard on.

“Are you…?” you say after a moment.

“Coming?”

“No” you roll your eyes. “Hard enough. Condoms, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, there’s one in my nightstand”

“Ok”

You reach for the package, trying to remember everything you learned during sex ed.

“Need any help?” she says as you move back, allowing her to pull down her briefs. You can’t even answer, heart beating faster at the idea of finally seeing her, feeling her inside…

“Hey, did you get a little too excited?” you jump when you feel something vibrating close to your core.

“What?”

“Your phone’s ringing” you hang your head in defeat.

So close.

“I’ll just take a moment, if I don’t answer, mom will freak out”

“I know” you say, leaning against her shoulder as she sits up.

“What’s up? Why are you in the hospital?” that makes you look up, concerned. “Ok, I’ll be right there”

“What’s wrong?” you ask as soon as she hangs up.

“Yelena got hurt. I have to go” Natasha stands up, getting dressed. You check your phone, and sure enough, Pepper texted you. She fell during one of the routines.

Damn it.

“I’m coming with you”

“It’s ok”

“Tasha” you say, making her look up. “Come on, you shouldn’t be driving right now”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for… we won’t be able to…”

“Baby, that’s irrelevant. Yelena’s the one that matters now. Come on. Let’s get going”

“Uh, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe put on your shirt”

“Oh” you chuckle.

Right.

Natasha laughs as you find it in her bedroom floor and get dressed.

“All better”

“Better would be naked” she mumbles when you leave the house.

“Stop”

On the way to the hospital, you call your father to ask him if he can help the Romanoff family and make sure Yelena’s taken care of.

He mumbles something about not being your personal assistant, but he also knows if your mother finds out, he’ll never hear the end of it.

So, by the time you arrive at the hospital, Yelena has been moved to a private room, and the head of department is checking in on her.

“Natasha, Y/N, get in. Did you come here together?” Melina asks as she ushers you inside.

“Yeah, I was with Nat because I wanted to make sure she was feeling better” you hurry to say before your girlfriend speaks.

“You two look funny” Yelena mutters from the bed and you straighten. Oh no, is your shirt backwards? Your hair messy?

“Darling girl, you’re just very sedated right now” Melina says and you sigh with relief.

One of the nurses comes in, nodding at you while he checks on Yelena’s vitals.

“Hey, Y/N. Results should be ready now…”

“Oh, I’ll pick them up for you, Rod” you offer, knowing shifts are crazy and nurses are the ones doing the heavy lifting most of the time.

Natasha follows you through the hallway, where people casually greet you and ask about school. When you get Yelena’s results you take a little detour to one of the rooms and read over the bloodwork and look at the X-ray.

“Clean split. She just needs a cast. That’s great. Don’t tell Doctor Johnson I said that, though, he likes to pretend he’s the only one who can read an X-ray” you say, putting it back.

Natasha’s staring at you and you frown.

“How do you know so much about medical stuff?”

“Dad. He’s always talking about work stuff. He wants Steve to be a doctor like him. But he rarely pays attention. I do, though”

Not like it matters. Your father can be old fashioned in some ways. He pictures you with an “easy” job, not pulling all nighters and getting your hands dirty in an OR.

“I used to come over during school break to help out with charts and stuff too. Nothing big” you dismiss it, joining the rest of her family. You hand over the results to Doctor Johnson and he just repeats what you told Natasha.

You’re sitting next to Yelena and she leans her head against your shoulder, sighing.

“I’m gonna miss practise for months”

“You’ll be ok, baby girl” you promise, kissing her temple.

You feel for her, you really do. It takes you back to last year when you had your accident and the doctors completely ruled out going back to anything that was too risky or phisically demanding.

Natasha is watching the interaction across the room, and her heart soars at the way you fit so well with her family. How much you care about them, and how much they love you too.

Even your father, in spite of his tendency to focus on work only, stops by before Yelena is discharged, saying they can call him at any time if there’s something they need help with.

“Don’t work too hard, Colonel” you say, hugging him goodbye.

As you all leave the hospital, Natasha pulls you aside for a second.

“I’m sorry we… it didn’t happen”

“Baby, that’s fine. I’m just happy your sister’s ok”

You say goodbye with a kiss, promising to visit her tomorrow.

The drive back home is silent for Natasha, and she heads straight to her room while their parents get everything Yelena might need during the night.

She lays in bed, thinking about everything that happened today. Not just the fact you almost had sex. What’s actually in her mind is the way you walked around the hospital like it was the most natural thing to do.

As if you weren’t even aware of how effortless it seemed for you.

Y/N: Get some sleep, baby

Natasha: How did you know?

Y/N: I know you. Now get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love u.

Natasha: Love u too

She really wants to do as you ask and get some rest. Instead, Natasha pulls up her laptop.

There’s some research she has to do.

—

It’s been two weeks since your plan failed, but Natasha’s life has been too stressful to bring it up again.

Yelena, as much as you love her, can be a little shit when she’s bored. And right now, there’s only so much she can do with one good arm.

You try to stop by as often as possible to give Natasha a break from her sister, watching movies or helping her with homework. Still, you can tell that the change in routine is overwhelming for your girlfriend.

To help her relax, you plan an evening at your place. Your parents are going to a show (ballet or opera, you don’t remember), Steve and Bucky are sneaking into some parties, and you have the pool and jacuzzi all to yourselves. Perfect, as the days are getting warmer.

“Is the water ok?” you ask Natasha, who has been swimming around while you got some stuff from the pool house.

“Yeah, come on” she reaches for you and you smile, discarding your t-shirt.

It makes you a little proud to notice your girlfriend staring at you, and you pat yourself in the back for wearing a little bikini instead of a one piece.

“Oh, that is nice” you sigh, laughing when Natasha approaches you. She leans against the edge of the jacuzzi, breathing out.

“I needed this. It’s been pure chaos at home”

“I know, sweetheart” you place your hand in her shoulder and you whistle. “Damn, you’re so tense. Can I?”

Natasha nods, turning her back to you. With a firm grasp, you begin to massage around her shoulder blades, trying to release some of the tension in her muscles with your touch.

After a few minutes, she’s more relaxed. With a smile, you decide to lower your hands to her sides, pulling her against your front, leaving kisses on her neck and shoulders.

“Detka” she sighs, tilting her neck to give you more space. That little movement makes your heart skip a beat, and you’re suddenly craving to have her give in to you, moaning and pleading.

And that’s how you end up with your hand down her swimming trunks.

“Want me to jerk you off?” you say against her ear. Natasha lets out a moan, and you can tell she’s taken aback by the question.

“I… someone could walk in”

“There’s no one home. Just tell me what you want, Tasha. Want me to make you feel good?”

As you whisper in her ear, your hand goes down again, feeling how hard she’s getting. You can’t see her face, but by the way she’s holding on to the edge of the pool and her labored breaths, you can tell Natasha’s enjoying this.

“Yes. I want it” she finally says, her head leaning against your shoulder, surrendering completely.

Emboldened by her admission, you begin to move your hand up and down her cock, finding some resistance as your movements become faster.

“I’m going to…”

“Let go for me”

How you wish you could see her expression as she finishes, but feeling her tense and then relax under your touch is equally exhilirating.

What you’re definitely not expecting is how Natasha suddenly turns around, her lips searching for yours and meeting in a frantic kiss.

“Want to… continue outside?” she says, her hand moving down until she cups your ass, pulling you against her semi hard cock.

“Absolutely”

Wet, horny and desperate for Natasha’s touch, you immediately step out of the jacuzzi, reaching for her hand as she’s close behind you.

You barely remember to grab a towel, drying yourself before losing the top of your bathing suit.

Natasha stares at your breasts, practically drooling at the sight before her. She completely forgets about the towel, pulling you by the waist until you’re flush against her. One hand squeezes your breast while the other keeps you pushed against her.

Without thinking, your own hand travels to her bulge, and you can tell Natasha’s getting hard again. Before she can tell what you’re doing, you kneel, pulling her shorts down until her cock springs free.

“Fuck, Y/N” she moans, the sight of you on your knees before her enough to get her worked up.

“Can I?” you ask, suddenly shy. Natasha nods, her hand going through your hair. You smile, stroking her slowly. You’re about to ask if it’s ok when she places her hand above yours, showing you how to do it.

“Just like that, baby” she moans, and the way she throws her head back makes you wet. Natasha’s so distracted she’s not expecting the warmth of your mouth, but you’re eager to see her come undone once again. Starting with a few licks to her tip, you begin to take her lenght in your mouth.

“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that” she moans when you continue licking.

“That’s ok, then you’ll owe me two orgasms” you tease, still stroking her.

“Baby…”

“Come on, Natty” you encourage her.

She’s about to come…

Then there’s a noise. Something dropping to the floor.

“What the hell was that?” Natasha says, and you look up too.

You’re about to tell her that it’s probably nothing, but you hear it too. Steps.

A thief?

“Let’s call the cops” Natasha says, pulling you to your feet.

“Sure, you do that, sweetheart” you say, grabbing a t-shirt while Natasha pulls her shorts up.

“Hey, where are you going?” she whispers when you open the closet, pulling out a golf club.

“Nothing, just scaring the intruder”

“Wait!” she tries to stop you, but you’re already out into the hallway, the club held above your head.

“Stranger danger!” you yell, swining at the intruder.

“Ouch, what the fuck!”

“Bucky?” you say, looking as he covers his face. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

But he doesn’t have time to answer. A high pitched voice interrupts you.

“Who is this whore?”

A girl, wearing a piece of fabric that cannot be considered a skirt and a crop top eyes you up and down.

“I’m the whore whose house you’re on right now, you bitch” you say, still holding on to the golf club. Maybe you’ll hit her with it too.

“You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend”

“I’m not. And we” you nod towards Natasha. “Are already in the middle of something, so get lost. I’m sure the Wendy’s parking lot would be a lot more fitting”

“Now, wait a minute” Bucky complains and you tilt your head.

“Wouldn’t be your first there, would it, Buck?” you tease.

“Fine. We will grab some protection and be on our way” he grumbles, knowing he won’t win this battle.

He’s about to reach for the secret stash of condoms (though you’re pretty sure even your parents know it exists) but you swat his hand away.

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

“I’m taking one first”

You reach blindly in the drawer, keeping eye contact with your friend as you find it, smiling.

“Last one”

“Now, come on, I bought those!”

“Finders keepers”

“Rock, papers, scissors” he proposes. You’re about to argue when you hear Natasha clear her throat.

“Fine”

“Two out of three”

Of course, you’re tied. Before you play the last game, you ask for time off, walking back to your girlfriend.

“What are you thinking, baby?”

“Rock. No. Scissors” she says, holding her chin as she ponders.

“You sure?”

“33.3%”

You want to roll your eyes at her smart mouth, but you better hurry before the rest of the family comes back home.

“Fuck” you say when Bucky goes with rock. He takes the condom from your hand, but then frowns.

“Oh, it’s small. Then you can keep it”

“Excuse me?” you say, arms crossed. “Her dick is huge. Bet it’s bigger than yours, Barnes. Babe, show her”

“What? No!” Natasha says, mortified.

Bucky and you begin to argue, going over things like who gets to have the condoms or use the pool house.

“Having a little party?”

The severity of the voice shuts you both real quick.

“Dad!” you say, hoping he didn’t hear the conversation. Bucky shoves the condom in his jean pocket. “I thought you’d be at the theater”

“Awful play, in my honest opinion. We decided to sleep early” your mother says, and you can swear she’s trying to hold back her laughter.

“Well, I should go, then” Natasha hesitates by your side and you wanna punch the air.

Cockblocked twice.

“Oh, nonesense. I have a chocolate cake for you to take back to Yelena. Have some while you watch tv, sweetheart” your mom says, turning to Bucky. “And you better drive your date home, mister”

“Yes, Ma’am”

When your parents leave the pool house, Bucky turns to glare at you and you flip him off.

“Ass” he says, dragging the girl out of the house.

You stay silent for a moment, sighing. Well, no use in dwelling on it now.

“Come on, babe. Let’s have some cake. It will make you feel better” Natasha takes your hand, and you follow her.

“What would make me feel better is coming. Twice” you corner her against the wall, kissing her until she’s out of breath. “I’m not letting you off the hook that easily, Romanoff”

“I didn’t even come the second time” Natasha mutters to herself.

But she’s not about to argue with you.

—

You could never stay mad at Bucky. He’s like your other brother, and he’s been living with your family for so long that having disagreements could happen, but they didn’t last long.

Especially now, as he has officially decided to go to college in California.

Your parents are helping him find a place close to campus, while taking Steve on a tour of Stanford and UCLA.

Part of you wanted to go, but you also knew it was going to make it real. Your family would change, you’d be the only one left at home while they went away.

So, you decided to sit this one out.

“All packed?” you say, knocking on Steve’s door.

“Almost” he says, and smiles at you, knowing you’re looking for some company. “Come help me with this, you know I can’t fold a shirt properly”

“Oh, I know, but at least you try. I’m sure Buck is just throwing stuff in a duffel bag”

You help him sort out his suitcase in silence.

“Throwing a party?” he jokes after a few minutes.

“No, just girls night. Wanda, Yelena and Nat are coming over, and we will watch some movies and eat a lot of junk food”

“Is that so?” he gives you a look and you glare.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Bucky told me what happened at the pool house a couple of weeks ago”

“Of course he did” you say, annoyed.

“I just want you to be careful. Safe, I mean”

“Well, Natasha and I have been together for almost a year now. Besides, it’s not like I’m doing anything you guys aren’t”

Steve doesn’t answer to that, which makes you look up.

“Wait”

“It’s no big deal” he rushes to say.

“My older brother is a virgin?”

He rolls his eyes.

“I just want it to be with someone I love” he defends, blushing.

“Aw, we Rogers are truly romantics. But I agree. Which is why… whenever it happens, I want it to be Nat. I love her, Stevie”

He nods, closing his suitcase.

“Enjoy girls night, then”

“Thanks. And Steve?” you call as he’s leaving the room. He turns to look at you, frowning. “Just tell them you’re enlisting in the army. I’m sure they’ll understand”

“Maybe when we’re back. Who knows, California might change my mind” he winks at you.

And by God, you wish it does. Bucky and you have talked about this. Both of your parents were in the military, though Colonel Rogers went on to retire and start his medical practice. Bucky’s father was still working in the Pentagon, usually too busy to care for his son.

Buck didn’t want that life for himself, and neither one of you could imagine Steve living it either.

“Find him a hot girl” you whisper in Bucky’s ear as you say goodbye.

“Will do. Also, I bought more condoms just in case you need them. You know where to find them, doll” he says quietly and you slap his shoulder.

“Ass”

“Be nice” your mother says, hugging you. “Are you sure you don’t wanna go?”

“Very. Have fun, you four. I’ll hold down the fort”

“No wild parties, no drinking, no…”

“No nonesense. Understood, Colonel Rogers” you salute him.

“Bye, sweetheart” your mother says, and you stand by the door to wave goodbye until the car is out of sight.

The house is clean, you’re caught up with homework… there’s not a lot to do. You decide to drive to the country club, since the day is perfect to play some tennis. To your surprise, Pietro is already there.

“Oh, my nemesis is here” he jokes when you approach him.

“Don’t be silly, Piet. There’s no competition, because I’m so much better than you”

“7 games?”

“Fine”

In between games, you talk about the family trip, and how you still don’t know what you’ll do after high school. Even if you have enough time, the fact that Steve and Bucky are leaving home is making you think about your own future more often.

“What about you? Are you guys going to college together?” you ask Pietro.

“Oh, Wanda hasn’t told you? Jarvis says she could go to school in London. To be closer to him”

“What?” you practically shout, missing the ball as Pietro wins the point. You walk up to the net and he approaches you, looking equally conflicted. “Please tell me you’re joking”

“I wish I was”

“She barely knows the guy”

“You know Wanda. Living in her sitcom fantasy land” he tsks.

“Well, we’re having a movie night later… I’ll see if I can talk some sense into her”

“Oh, she was feeling under the weather this morning. That’s why I ran here, while Mama quarantines her”

“Well, maybe she’ll feel better in the afternoon” you say, hoping that she won’t have to miss girls night. “Come on, I’m starving. Winner buys lunch”

“We didn’t finish!”

“I am conceding victory this time” you wink at him.

And sure enough, a few hours later, Wanda texts you to confirm she won’t be able to come tonight. You answer her right after you shower, hoping she feels better soon.

In fact, you’ll just go out now and grab her some stuff while you’re at it. But first, you decide to stop by the Romanoff house.

It becomes obvious Natasha’s the only one home when it takes a while to get inside.

“Listening to music?” you tease when she apologizes for taking so long.

“Sorry, detka. Hi” she holds your waist as you stand up on your toes to kiss her.

“Well, Wanda backed out of movie night because she got sick, so I was thinking on buying her some stuff and the snacks for tonight, save us a trip to the store. Wanna come?”

“Sorry to hear about Wanda. Let me just get changed and we’ll go buy the stuff” she says.

“Should we wait for Yelena?” you suggest, knowing her sister likes the most random selection of candy ever known to man.

“They just left to the doctor so it might take a while, detka”

“Ok, then”

You let Natasha drive your car to the store, resting your head against the seat, enjoying the music she’s playing and looking out the window. Even if you don’t say anything, Natasha can tell you’re in a sad mood, so she chooses your favorite songs and lets you think about whatever it is that’s bothering you.

Once at the store, you cheer up a little. You love shopping, especially for other people. It takes a good half an hour to get a care package sorted for your best friend, and every snack you think you might need for tonight.

Natasha tries to pay but you swat her hand away.

“My parents left me their credit card for an emergency”

“Is 50 bucks worth of snacks one?” she teases, and you show her your tongue.

“I think so, my friend is sick and Yelena is recovering. These are emotionally support snacks”

You leave the store and decide to drive back to your place.

“We can set everything up so when Yelena’s here we won’t have to worry about her eating everything before the movie starts” you say, and Natasha chuckles. “What?”

“You just know her so well. And yet, you never get upset. You’re better than me”

“I just… grew up around boys. She’s the sister I always wish I had. And you’re a great older sister, don’t say that, baby” you lean forward, kissing her cheek. She blushes, and you bite your lip. “Eyes on the road”

“Yeah, yeah”

Turns out Natasha is a pro at building pillow forts and that makes your heart swoon. You brought every clean blanket and cushions to the entertainment room with the huge screen, and she managed to turn it into a dream fortress. She even found fairy lights and decided to decorate around the room.

“Looks nice. But I think I should test it” you propose, diving into the middle of it, and stretching as you enjoy the feel of the clean sheets.

Natasha smiles, joining you a second later, and placing her hand around your waist to pull you closer.

“So?”

“Excellent, never been more comfy” you snuggle, enjoying her warmth.

It only takes a couple of minutes until you’re fast asleep, though Natasha’s not surprised. She knew your family decided to leave early and you didn’t go back to bed after saying goodbye to them. She also knew you were upset about something, and that probably made you restless.

Not now, though. Right now, your features are relaxed as Natasha holds you. When her hand goes up and down your arm, you sink your face in the crook of her neck. It doesn’t take long for Natasha to fall asleep too.

It must have been an hour later when you stirr in your sleep, and open your eyes, looking around. Natasha was with you, you remember as much. But where exactly are you? As you sit up, you look at the pillow fort facing the giant screen and remember movie night.

“Five more minutes” Natasha mutters when you move to stand up.

“I thought I was the lazy one” you joke.

“Not lazy. Comfy” Natasha mumbles, pulling you back down. You laugh, but allow her to hug you.

You spend the next minutes drawing patterns in her skin, with the occasional kiss to her jaw.

“Wanna talk about what’s upsetting you?”

“Everything’s changing” you blurt out. Natasha stays silent, knowing more’s coming. “Bucky’s moving to California. Steve is enlisting, though I hope he changes his mind. He hasn’t even told mom and dad yet, which makes me feel so anxious… and then today…”

“What? I’m here” Natasha squeezes your waist, leaning her forehead against yours.

“Pietro told me Wanda is considering going to London to be closer to Jarvis”

“She hasn’t even known him for that long” Natasha says the same words you uttered a few hours ago. At least that makes you smile.

“Yeah, I know. I mean, all these changes are making me feel a bit sad, and nostalgic, but also… I’m wondering where I’m going. And how the hell will I handle it if we go to different places”

“Detka, there’s a long way to go before that”

“I just can’t imagine life without seeing you every day” you try not to get emotional, but you end up holding her closer, hiding your face in case you do cry.

“Honestly? I can’t imagine it either, so maybe… maybe we come up with a plan to stay close to each other”

“But I thought you were going to MIT”

“For you, I’m willing to compromise” she says with a smile, looking completely at ease. This is the same girl that a few months ago was spiraling because she thought she might not get into her dream college. And now, she’s willing to go somewhere else for you?

That can’t be it. You’re not worth it. But as you look into her eyes, you don’t find any hesitation.

Which makes you dive and kiss her like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. Her lips are soft against yours and she places her hand on your lower back. At one point, you move to straddle her hips, and she responds by cupping your ass.

For the first time today, your mind goes to what could happen if you had the courage to cross a line. The house is empty and you have nowhere to be for a few more hours…

Loud thunder rumbles and you look up. Natasha doesn’t even flinch, taking the opportunity to kiss your neck.

“Did you hear that? Nat”

“Nope”

“Wait, it’s raining and I…”

Your mother said something about the rain. But Natasha’s lips on your pulse point and now her hand trying to undo the button of your jeans makes it hard to focus.

Something about the pool house windows… and her plants.

“Damn it” you say when you remember.

Some of her plants are out and the water could kill them. And the windows of the pool house are open so the house could flood.

“Wait!” Natasha runs behind you, and you don’t have time to explain everything, knowing your mother will be upset if you don’t do the one thing she asked you to.

“Close the windows, I’ll get the plants!” you shriek as soon as you feel the cold water soaking your clothes.

“Those are heavy, let me help you!” Natasha runs behind you, and carries some of the pots.

“The windows!” you run, slipping around as soon as you’re done saving the plants.

“Detka, slow down, you’re gonna get hurt”

“You don’t understand how serious my mother is about her plants and her floors. She can be scarier than Dad” you say, out of breath. “Ok, we did it”

Natasha stares at you and you start laughing, knowing you were being absolutely ridiculous.

“I’ll get us some towels” you say, shivering. You walk past her, your bodies pressing together.

As you disappear into the closet, Natasha’s phone rings. She has to dry the screen with the sleeve of her shirt.

“Natalia?”

“Hey, Mom. Sorry, we got caught in the storm. We’ll get Yelena as soon as it dies down”

“Sweetheart, she’s very tired from the doctor and it doesn’t seem like the storm will stop anytime soon” Melina says, looking out the window. “Maybe you should stay with Y/N, it might be safer. Plus she won’t be all alone”

“Oh. Ok” Natasha says.

Is it really that easy? After the planning, the failed attempts. Getting a day alone all because of a storm seems like too good to be true.

“Be safe, ok?” her mother says, and it is clear for Natasha that she’s not just talking about the weather.

“Yes, Mama” Natasha says, hanging up after a second.

Will she have the courage to take that step with you? Natasha continues to look at her screen, barely listening as you walk back into the room, a towel around your shoulders. You took off your shirt and left it in the bathrrom.

“Sorry, are you cold? We could go back to the house and wait out the storm there. Or if you want you can shower”

While you drape a towel over Natasha’s shoulders, you kiss the spot behind her ear. It’s not meant to start anything, but it still makes her heart skip a beat. She turns around, and the way she’s looking at you makes you pause.

“Baby?” you say in a low voice. Natasha inches closer, as if a sudden movement will scare you away. But you stay in your spot, until her forehead is against yours and she’s nudging her nose with yours. Her hands travel from your shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps until she reaches for your hands.

“Hey”

“Hi”

Natasha smiles at you, inching closer until her lips brush against yours. You can’t describe what’s so different about this kiss but you feel it, in the way she’s holding you, taking her time to explore your mouth.

“You’re cold. Take this off” you say, pulling at her shirt. She nods, lifting her arms so you take off the garnment, appreciating the way her muscles flex. The movement makes your towel slide down, and you unclasp your bra. Natasha holds her breath as you step out of your denim shorts.

The cold air isn’t the cause of your shivering. It’s the way Natasha’s staring at you, hungry and eager. She doesn’t break eye contact as she kneels in front of you, her hands resting gently on your hips.

“Can I?” Natasha asks, looking up at you. You answer by nodding, and she moves to slide down your underwear until you’re naked in front of her.

It’s a little overwhelming and you can’t help but feel exposed. As you’re about to take a step back, Natasha’s grip on your hips tightens. She kisses your navel, her nose sinking in your flesh.

“Nat…” you hold on to her shoulders, shaking.

“Lay down. Let me take care of you” she pleads.

As you sit on the couch, your mind is racing with worries. Will she like this, are you going to know what to do to make her feel good, what if…?

But then you feel her placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh, and everything around you turns irrelevant. Anticipating her touch has you holding your breath, and you don’t realise how tense you are until you feel her mouth moving close to your center, and you twitch in her grasp when she places a tentative kiss against your folds.

“Sorry. I’m sensitive” you chuckle, looking down at her. The way those green orbs observe you, and how she smiles make your heart jump.

“It’s ok, just let me know if you’re uncomfortable?”

“Yeah…”

Truth is, you’re anything but uncomfortable, pleasure coursing through you as she begins to dart her tongue out, moving and prodding against your entrance. It feels so good, and it’s an unexpected surprise. Natasha has her eyes closed, as if she’s in the middle of a sacred ritual, enjoying every inch of you, every twitch of your body, the taste you leave in her tongue.

When her lips close around your clit, you can’t control the loud moan that escapes, and you arch your back hoping that she’ll do it again.

“Just like that” you mutter, happy that she got the hint and is now nibbling at your bundle of nerves, inching you closer and closer to a blinding orgasm. You barely have time to warn her, threading your fingers through her hair and closing your legs around her head.

“You’re so… delicious” she whispers when she goes back up, holding herself over you. There’s so much love and reverence in her voice that part of you loses control, your hand sliding down to grab her cock and line it up with your entrance.

“Uh, c-condom?” Natasha stutters.

“Right. Sorry” you laugh, pecking her lips. She stands up, knowing where they are after the other day when you almost had sex. This time, there’s no one who can interrupt the moment, the rain providing a soothing background noise.

“Can I?” you ask, biting your lip. Natasha takes a second to nod, and you don’t know if she takes this long to pull her briefs down because she wants to tease you or she’s just shy.

Now, you can appreciate how thick her cock is, as it springs free. The tip is reddened, looking ready to burst. Eating you out had her more worked up than you thought.

Natasha twitches when you begin to place the condom, and you apologize quietly. Though you’re not really sorry, but proud to learn your touch can also make her this excited.

“Want me to be on top?” she asks and you think about it for a second.

“Yes, baby” you lay back down, spreading your legs and appreciating how Natasha’s eyes linger on your wet pussy. “Come on, I’m getting cold”

You can tell she’s a little anxious as she settles between your legs, so you hold her face with your hands, kissing her softly until she begins to relax. Natasha melts against you, and once the kiss turns more frantic, she lines up against your cunt, breathing heavily when you encourage her with your hands, cupping her ass.

“I’m a big girl. I can handle that big cock” you say, hoping the teasing will ease the tension. But the dirty words have an unexpected result, when Natasha moans and bottoms out completely.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” she panics, trying to back away. Your hands keep her in place as you breath in and out, adjusting to the stretch.

“I’m ok. You can move now” you whisper against her ear. Natasha begins to move, finding it hard to set the pace, but growing confident at your little whimpers and her own pleasure.

“Can you take it faster?” she asks and you nod, knowing that’s exactly what will send you over the edge.

Natasha’s weight on top of you, trapping you, caging you while you moan in her ear is the best feeling in the world. The heat between your bodies makes you flush, even if outside it’s still pouring and the wind is cold.

By the way Natasha’s frowning and whimpering, you can tell she’s close. You begin to move against her thrusts, one hand sliding down to play with your clit as she keeps fucking you.

“You close?”

“Yeah… you? I can hold it if…”

“It’s ok, let go” you say, biting down her earlobe, hips hesitating for a moment as Natasha begins to come undone. You follow shortly, pulling her impossibly close to you until her arms give out, and she’s laying on top of you.

Your heavy breathing is all that can be heard for a couple of minutes, until Natasha looks up, her cheeks almost as red as her hair.

“You ok, detka?”

“Well, I’m kinda hungry”

“For food?”

“Yes, for food” you roll your eyes. Natasha laughs, kissing your temple. “Come on, we need more energy if we’re gonna keep going”

“Keep going?” she mumbles and you swear you can feel her harden inside you.

“Well, yes. We have all night” you kiss her, your tongue darting out. “And I am not done with you”

—

There’s an unfamiliar weight and warmth as you begin to wake up. You turn around, coming face to face with red hair, your girlfriend lightly snoring against the pillow.

After getting food, you decided to stay in the room with the pillow fort, because it would have been awful if all of Natasha’s hard work just went to waste.

There wasn’t a lot of movie watching, though. Instead, you spent the night exploring each other’s bodies, going through Bucky’s stash of protection (whatever, you’d buy him more condoms later).

Now, your girlfriend is exhausted and you couldn’t be prouder.

“You’re staring” she mumbles against her pillow.

“You’re cute” you say, kissing her nose. “I love you. And that was… incredible. You made me feel amazing. I hope I made you feel good too”

“Good is an understatement. And I love you too, detka. Now, sleep for a bit more. Yelena’s gonna be mad she missed movie night, and will call in two hours saying we should go to the mall”

“Mmmkay” you say, laying back down and tangling your legs around hers. “But we could do a lot in two hours, ya know”

“Detka” she warns you, though you feel her sinking her nails in your hip. You’d wear those marks proudly.

“Breakfast, then sex?” you propose with a laugh.

“Nap, sex, then breakfast”

“Deal” you say, smiling against her neck.

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