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Sweetest poison

Mob!Nat x gn!reader

a/n I have no clue what this is, but i hope you enjoy reading this <3

summary: You’re supposed to hate Natasha, then why do you want to kiss her?

warnings: kissing, knives, slight mentions of blood

The cool metal of your knife pressed into the soft skin of Natasha’s neck, but it never pushed further and bought blood to the surface. Your hand was trembling and you tried not to make it obvious, you couldn’t give her the upper hand.

But Natasha leaned against the wall with a smirk, not caring that death was seconds away from snatching the soul from her body. Because the infamous Natasha Romanoff was fearless, she would stare death straight into the eyes and threaten it if she could.

For years, you had imagined what it would be like to hold the fate of Natasha’s life in your hands. You had expected it to be satisfying, not disappointing. You were incapable of doing the one thing you had dreamed of. It was sadistic, yes, but she was Natasha, that’s what made it okay.

But Natasha, she wasn’t scared, she had purposefully put herself in this position. She knew you would never be able to do it, but she wanted to see it for herself. Wanted to see the look of dismay that fell across your face too when you realised it.

A menacing laugh sliced through the silence “You can’t do it, can you?”

“Y- yes i can”

“You hate to admit it, but you like me”

You scoffed “Why would i like you?”

In one swift movement she had you pinned against the wall with the knife you had been previously holding pressing into the pulse point of your neck. The upper hand you had previously gained had been stolen from your grasp. And now you lay vulnerable before Natasha. You were a helpless bunny in front of the lioness.

Her lips hovered near your ear as she spoke “Because you like this game of cat and mouse we play”

“I only indulge in this game because i have to”

“Don’t fool yourself sweetheart. Aren’t you tired of it. Constantly trying to catch me and failing”

“I don’t-

“Shhh, I’m talking. Why do you always try to get me? hm. I don’t think it’s because you hate me”

“It is because i hate you” you argued fruitlessly

Her hand caresses your cheek and the familiar heat that rushed up your body whenever she touched you was there again.

“Is this what hate feels like darling? Tell me, why does your heart rate always increase and why do your pupils dilate every time i touch you?”

You stayed silent as the sound of your heavy breathing filled the room.

Another cruel laugh cut through the silence “You’re not saying anything because you know i’m right”

“You’re not right” you breathed out

She cocked her head as she observed you “Then tell me, would you say no if i asked to kiss you?”

Saying the word would be easy, but would you mean it? Probably not. But you couldn’t let her know that, not in a million years.

“I would say no” you replied with as much confidence as you could muster.

Her face moved an inch closer to you before she snarled “Liar”

“Lies don’t flow off my tongue as smooth as silk unlike you Romanoff” you snarked

Again her face moved closer to yours and now her lips were almost brushing against yours, an atoms width lay between them “What about now? Would you still say no?”

You wanted to say no. But that was hard when she was so close to you and the expensive scent of her chanel perfume invaded your senses. Her lips were so close to yours that it had made your thoughts hazy, there was only one thing on your mind. To kiss Natasha Romanoff, the woman you were supposed to hate with every fibre of your being.

“No, i wouldn’t” you whispered the words. Partly because a small part of you didn’t want her to hear and partly because admitting it was scary, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak louder.

Her lips crashed onto yours. How could you hate someone when their lips tasted so sweet? Many called her the devil. No one told you kissing the devil would be the most blissful feeling your body would encounter. It was hard to believe she was a mafia boss when her hands caressed your sides so gently, like you would break at a single touch from her. You probably would, those hands had caused a lot of damage before.

She pulled away with a cocky grin etched on her lips, a sharp contrast to your breathless state.

“I’ll see you around detective. Maybe next time you can give me a kiss hello”

With that said, she started walking away without waiting for your response. Maybe she already knew what you were going to say next, she was always two steps ahead of you, something that frustrated you to no end before.

“Wait, Natasha” you called out

She halted her movements and turned around to look at you.

“What- What about a goodbye kiss?”

You felt a tiny bit pathetic, but after one kiss you were addicted, her lips were the sweetest poison.

She smirked “I thought you’d never ask”

tagging: @witlessficcer @winters-witch-bitch @evilcr0ne @thebijesus @suckerfornatstits happy reading <3