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You were biting your lower lip as you tried to set your phone over the table. You kept bouncing your leg nervously as a tiny voice in your head told you how much in trouble you would be in as soon as your girlfriend made it back with your food. And maybe that voice was right, maybe your phone not staying in place was a sign for you to move on...
But you saw the trend and you had to try it with Natasha.
However, the thing about your super-hot spy girlfriend was that she sucked at these things. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t follow instructions down to the dot. None of that, she would if you just asked. But not before asking a lot of questions and taking away the fun out of it.
Your girlfriend was funny. She really was. But the redhead wasn’t chronically online like you were, so getting her to understand why certain trends were funny for civilians like yourself was a hard task.
And you found an easy fix. A risky one too. Because recording Natasha to see her natural reaction could be funnier than expected, a total failure or something that got you in so much trouble that the rest of the Avengers wouldn’t see you for two days.
This one was harmless, though. Or so you told yourself when you finally managed to set the phone properly.
The redhead came back with a plastic tray, ignoring curious glances that followed her silently as she balanced your food carefully with the tip of her tongue darting out as a sign of her concentration.
“They’ve got milkshakes. And I know your favourite is the strawberry one, but I also know your period is close so you could magically be into the chocolate one. So, I bought all four flavours” Natasha announced when she arrived at the table, her eyes twinkling with that sweet devotion that was only reserved for you.
You chuckled “And people dare to call you scary” you smirked and the redhead rolled her eyes, ready to sit across from you until you tutted “What are you doing?”
“I want to eat? I’m famished” she replied and you shook your head.
“Yes, I know that. I mean what are you doing over there when there’s a seat next to me?” you insisted and Natasha smiled, already walking around the table to sit next to you and you hummed contently “So much better”
The redhead leaned and pecked your cheek, as if there weren’t several people around you that were pretending they weren’t looking at you with that same curiosity your girlfriend always attracted.
You couldn’t blame her. The world truly believed she was as scary as she looked in the news. And she could be, you’ve seen it more times than not but not in the way they thought.
“Am I supposed to ignore the phone that is recording?” Natasha whispered in your ear, and you giggled “Detka”
“It’s just a food review. Actually, would you help me with it?” you asked sweetly and the redhead started to shake her head “Please, please, please” you pouted and Natasha wanted to whine, feeling how her will-power abandoned her as it always did when it came to you and your cute face “It’s better this way, please”
“Fine, fine. What do you want me to do?”
It was scary how fast you came up with a whole dynamic knowing damn well you were about to poke the bear for views and likes. Natasha listened carefully while mentally scolding herself for letting you turn her into whatever version of herself that was.
The redhead would follow you to the gates of hell, that was a very scary fact. For her, at least.
“Okay, so we can try the milkshakes first!” you finally said, a smile so big that it reached your eyes that Natasha’s heart melted “You go first!”
“Fine, whatever” the redhead inhaled sharply and took a sip of the strawberry one, she hummed before passing it over to you “I think you won’t like it, it isn’t sugary enough and that’s why I love it”
“Let me see” you said with suspicion, grabbing a napkin and wiping the straw clean before taking a long sip. Natasha threw you a confused look, her green eyes now glued to your fingers as you held the straw against your lips “No, I think you can never go wrong with strawberry. It’s good, I would add more whipped cream”
“What was that?” the redhead asked, and you raised a brow with faux confusion.
“That maybe you are right? I need a little more sugar...”
“No, that’s not...” Natasha sighed and you waited patiently “Whatever, I’m probably hallucinating out of starvation. Which one is next?” you chuckled and slid over the chocolate one. The redhead took a sip and scrunched her nose “Too sugary. I prefer dark chocolate”
“Yeah, yeah. My fit girlfriend, whatever” you teased her, ignoring the way your girlfriend was eyeing you when grabbing the napkin and cleaning the straw once again before taking a sip “I would’ve added chocolate syrup! Strawberry still my fave! Do you want to...”
“You did it again” Natasha furrowed her brows and you tilted your head.
“What?” you laughed softly “Let’s move to...” Natasha grabbed the vanilla shake and took a sip before giving it to you “Ooookay” you chuckled and cleaned the straw again, hearing her groan and taking the cup before you could take a sip “Natasha...”
You watched her lick the straw with her eyes glued to yours before passing the cup over once again. You feigned confusion, cleaning the straw again as the vein in your girlfriend’s forehead popped.
“What are you fucking doing?” she hissed, licking it again “Drink”
You chuckled nervously “I’m trying to” you cleaned it again and took a sip, listening to your girlfriend growl as one of her hands turned into a fist “Oh, this is actually...”
Natasha grabbed the cup and took a long sip, her movements faster than your mind because when you registered them, she was already pressing her fingers on your cheeks as your mouth fell open. You flinched when your girlfriend spat the milkshake in your mouth and closed it.
“Don’t you ever dare to that shit again” Natasha growled and wiped her lips clean, tutting when you tried to clean your face “You will stay like that” you tried to fight back, your cheeks burning as you felt your panties getting damped when her voice dropped impossibly lower “And once we get home, I will make sure you are fucking covered in my spit and my cum because you are fucking mine. Understood?”
“Yes, Tasha” you muttered, biting your lower lip as you stopped recording.
“Good girl. Now, eat”
And you did, because your girlfriend just nailed the trend, but she was also about to ruin your ability to walk for the next few days. Maybe she had a point, people do extremely stupid things for attention.
In this case, was it worth it?
Totally.