The following is a collection of One-Shots that I have created about Black Widows Yelena Belova x Reader (You). If you have any suggestions for topics I should cover, please let me know! I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Yelena Belova and you have a steamy afternoon in her bedroom where one thing leads to another as you crave each others touch. Before things can escalate, you are both rudely interrupted.
Warning: A little Steamy
Word Count: 1,658
Translations: Malishka (Baby Girl)
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You spent most of your days at Yelena's home. Instead of spending your summer day outdoors in the sun, you found yourself in her bedroom. You were lying down on her bed. She had you exactly where she wanted you.
A book sat in your hand, nothing extraordinary. Mostly, you did this to annoy Yelena. You noticed she always grew more frustrated when your eyes weren't on her. It was impossible for her to handle your absence, especially since almost nothing else mattered to her besides you. Playing her game was the only way to get Yelena. The house was always a hive of activity and energy. During the afternoon, everything became silent, and Yelena found herself alone. Whenever she was alone, it was too quiet for her. She hated it. It was you she filled her silences with, the girl she adored and loved unfailingly.
She was flicking through her vinyl collection in alphabetical order as she stood over her vinyl player. With a hum, she contemplated what she wished to listen to.
"Any requests, Mrs. Belova? With a cheeky grin, she glanced over her shoulder before focusing back on figuring out what she wanted to listen to. You were trying your best not to give her the reaction that she wanted.
"Since when am I, Mrs. Belova? I don't think I have a ring now do I?" You said, peeking over your book. Raise your hand and examine your bare ring finger while pouting a bit.
"Yet" Despite being so quick to respond, Yelena corrected you with her back turned to you. If you had to wait forever, you would wait for Yelena to ask you to marry her. Secretly, you never thought she would propose. There was just something in your gut that you couldn't shake.
"Besides, who said I was taking your name?" You asked as Yelena glanced over her shoulder at you, her eyes filled with desire as she admired you.
"I did."
"Oh really?"
"Stop teasing me; this won't end well for you. We both know that. "Be a good girl now," Yelena spoke slowly, allowing you to hear each and every word she had carefully connected. Despite your comfortability on the bed, you focused your attention on the words in front of you. The vinyl player started playing Smells Like Teen Spirit by Malia J as Yelena turned to face you, still leaning against the wall. In an attempt to get your attention, she began to twirl her hair around her fingers as she looked at the book you held. She only liked it when you would read a chapter of whatever book you had late at night to her. There was something different about this time.
"Read" Yelena called out to you, but she wasn't looking at you. While she awaited your reply, she stared at her nails and began to pick off the nail varnish.
