Natasha Ramonaff x Fem Reader
(Y\N)= Your Name
Words: 481
Reading time: 2:24 mins
— First Chapter —
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*Readers Pov*
You awoke to your phone buzzing on the table beside you.
New Message: Natty Baby.
Ugh... as much as you wanted to go back to sleep you so wanted to talk to Natasha more.
Reaching over, you snagged your phone from its resting place. Looking for the presumably "good morning" Text.
" Good morning, Baby, How are you" .
You smiled to yourself, thinking, you knew it.
"Good morning, love. . Sleep good today?"
Shutting, your phone you placed it face down on your chest. Awaiting, the vibration of Nat's text.
"I, missed you".
"Aww, honey. I missed you, too."
"I missed your fingers inside of me. "
oh.
oh.
oh, Fuck.
It seemed like 8 words was all it took for the wetness to pool back between your legs. Today that is. Once Natasha managed to turn you on with one glance.
"Well it looks like someone woke up on the horny side of bed today".
You could practically hear natasha whimper where you were, hundreds of miles away.
" I've benn touching myself all last night, and this morning too"
" Did you cum"
" No "
" Good Girl "
That, was enough for now. Sure, if you stopped now Natasha would get even more frustrated. But then again that's the point. Isn't it ?
So you got up and continued your day. First you ate breakfast then went on your morning workout and jog.
All throughout your jog, your phone kept buzzing in your pocket, which was the cause of the smirk plastered on your face all morning.
At 9, you made your way to work, not once checking your phone, as you got on with your day.
It was 12:15 officially your lunch break when, you decided to reply to Natasha. Fully knowing she wpud be to busy working to notice you reading her texts. Or to be anywhere near her phone in general. Which was another way you decide to tease her that day.
You read her text, a couple ones sticking to you. Something like:
"Baby please don't ignore me when I'm this horny"
"I'm so wet Y\N. I wish you coud hear it."
"I need you, Inside of me"
"I've got to go to work. Do you think they'll be mad if I just fucked myself under the desk instead"
That's were it ended. With a picture of Natasha, slick covered fingers halfway through her mouth, cheeks hollowed as she sucked on them.Eye fucking you through the camera.
Damn Nat.
Coughingbto yourself to unsecsefully clear the aroused haze from your body. You began to type back.
" Oh, baby I'm so sorry that I left you like that"
" Jut wait until I gt my hands on you, filthy girl"
" You busy working? Is that why your not texting back"
" Whatever will I do "
Smiling to yourself, you put your phone in your pocket.
A continous buzz of your phone.
Natasha was calling
Merci pour la lecture!
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