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“I have an idea to sweeten things up in the bedroom” you saunter into the lounge and flop by Natasha’s feet
“No.”
“But you haven’t even heard the idea yet-”
“No y/n.”
Natasha loved you and everything that came with you. Including your hyper-ness. You were always told that there’s no such thing as 'being hyper’ and therefore, you were led to believe that there was no such thing as a sugar rush.
You were wrong.
You had quite possibly the worst reaction to sugar Natasha had ever seen. Your natural state was already quite high energy but add sugar to the mix and it was borderline dangerous.
The rest of the team adored how hyper you would get from the simplest things and regularly exploited it, much to Natasha’s dismay. One particularly dark day, Natasha had thrown out all sugary snacks. She had failed to remember the cans of coffee Bucky kept in the fridge and you had been dared to try one. Coffee was even worse than sugar.
There was one thing worse than all the sugar in the world combined.
Chocolate sauce.
Natasha wasn’t sure what they put in the sauce that was different to normal chocolate but whatever it was, sent you doolally.
The two of you had been on a date when the ice cream sundae with chocolate sauce came out. The two of you had agreed to share and that was something Natasha was eternally grateful for because she hated to imagine what would have happened if you had eaten the whole thing yourself. Safe to say, it was eventful bringing you back to your shared room. You had wanted to say hello to everyone and look at absolutely everything.
When Natasha had successfully gotten you home, your attention turned on her. The sex that night was wild. Like completely mind bending. It’s not that sex was boring before - far from it. But that night was one she wouldn’t forget any time soon. That being said, she didn’t enjoy dealing with the fallout of a cranky y/n coming down from their sugar high.
God you were miserable after.
It’s why Natasha dismissed your idea of 'sweetening’ things up in the bedroom. She knew exactly what that meant - you wanted to bring chocolate sauce into the very healthy sex life you guys already had.
“Tasha I really think chocolate sauce could be a good idea. I could make you feel so good baby. Why don’t you want my tongue licking sauce from you?”
You shuffled up and began to lick her neck and collar bone, nipping along her shoulders. Natasha let out a groan and gave you more access. You bought your face up to hers and left your lips a fraction away from hers.
“This way, you can stop imagining what I would do and actually experience it. You think I don’t hear you in the shower sometimes?”
Natasha stilled. She had no clue how you had heard her. She had made so sure to be quiet. So sure that you had been out of the room.
“A little birdie told me that you often dream of that night…” Natasha let out a little moan as you whispered those words into her ear, kissing and sucking just below the earlobe. Wanda had told you once when she was extremely drunk. Words had just kept pouring from her mouth and who were you to stop her when she told you how much Natasha thought about your sugary filled sex escapade. Unfortunately for Wanda, Natasha’s thoughts were sometimes extremely loud, especially when she had to watch you lick whatever utensil you had been using to eat, her mind flashing back to how it was her body your tongue should have been on.
In truth, you wanted chocolate sauce introduced to the bedroom because you just loved it so much and you thought that if you made it worth Natasha’s while, then she would be down for you eating it. Unfortunately, things had not been going to plan.
“I really don’t think it’s a good idea… You’re already hyper as it is, I don’t need you to be sugar high while fucking me.” Natasha let out a shaky breath and gently ran her hands through your hair, trying to pull you closer.
“Thing is detka, I really think it is.” You knew that Natasha loved it when you spoke Russian. Her pupils would always expand and she would breathe a little heavier.
“Promise you won’t get cranky the next day?”
“Darling, I would never be cranky with you.” You hooked your thumbs into her waistband and kissed her bottom lip briefly.
“That’s not what I meant. I know you’d never be cranky with me but you locked Clint in the washing machine last time because he was 'looking at you the wrong way’…”
“Detka, I promise not to lock Clint in the washing machine.”
“Then you have a deal Y/L/N. Don’t make me regret this…”
“Never sweetheart.” You kissed her properly this time, finally allowing her what she wanted. Her hips bucked up towards yours.
Clint walked into the lounge, a plate of waffles carefully balanced as he poured chocolate sauce over them.
“Ew, guys, what the fuck! Get a room. I don’t need this while I’m eating my breakfast!”
You looked devilishly at Natasha. “What a great idea Clinty Winty.” You grabbed Natasha with one hand, sauntered over to Clint and grabbed the chocolate sauce by making him think you were going for the waffles.
“Toodles Clint!” you shouted out as Natasha followed quickly behind you, back to your shared room.
“My chocolate sauce…”