I might have to cause a scene, just so you can take it off.
Mob!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader
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Summary: R shows her displeasure through a stunt, Natasha isn't amused, but she is amazed.
Warning: 18++ smut, minors DNI. [dom/sub, dirty talk, daddy kink, thigh grinding, nudity, R brats in this, choking]
A/N: It's missing my two little freaks hour again. Whipped this out in a few hours because brain won't shut up about R pulling a stunt like this (thank you cristina for this iconic stunt inspiration). Might pause on this AU for a bit after this, planning to focus on writing YSBSOM and other WIPS for now.
This has been going on for longer than you’d like.
You were generally fine with Natasha working, understanding that her working hours are not a fixed 9 to 5 thing but rather whatever she has planned.
You were also not spoiled enough to think that the initial phase of Natasha spending most of her time with you in the first three months was going to last forever. She has busy periods, big export orders at the port, business deals that needs to be negotiated, events that needs to be planned.
She has a job, and you were fine with it.
What you’re not fine with, is the fact that she brought work back home.
She has a meeting room in the house, and you’ve seen multiple members work around the house on occasion. Most of them will spend their time in the meeting room, knowing better than to interrupt and disrupt you.
But for the past two weeks, there was an influx of people in your house. Natasha said that they were preparing for a ‘mission’, something about protecting some rich people while they travelled through Europe for some business dealings.
And the planning for this mission took them more than two weeks.
You’ve brought up your displeasure at their presence in your house, not liking that your girlfriend is blurring the lines between work and home, and also how you feel slightly uncomfortable at having so many people in your home.
You’ve grown to enjoy your time with Natasha, and the occasional member here and there.
Now it feels like you’re living in a frat house with 20 other people.
“Natty, it’s getting annoying,” came your complaint while Natasha was towel-drying her hair one night.
Giving you a small smile from the reflection in the mirror, “Don’t be like this princess, this mission is really important to us. We need to ensure that the planning is flawless and we have contingencies at every turn.”
And you get it.
You understand that she needs to work hard on this.
But why does it have to be in the house?
You would not have minded as much - you still wouldn’t like it, if she kept this work at her workplace, and was spending more of her time at the office.
But bringing the work into the house means that she wakes up and she’s gone to the office immediately to start work on it.
Yes, she tries to spend some time during meals with you, she knows better than to ignore you fully. But it still doesn’t change the fact that this work is blurring her lines between work and rest.
And you hate the way she seems stressed out all the time.
You hate how her shoulders tensed up from the moment she wakes up until she goes to bed.
You hate the way that all her subordinates are bugging her 24/7 about work.
And you also hate that all she talks about around you is work now.
None of the casual banter or fun little teases and quizzes you used to do with each other.
So maybe you sound like a spoiled brat, but you think you have some pretty good reasoning for the displeasure at this.
“But they’ve been here for two weeks! You’ve barely spent time with me outside of meal times!”
Her face turns guilty at that, “I’m sorry, princess. I know I’ve been busy…”
She trails off and drops the towel on the vanity chair, before walking over to you curled up against the headboard of the bed.
Your arms were crossed at first, but once she started making little grabby hands, you scooted a bit and hugged her at her waist, breathing in the fresh scent of her signature soap - something fresh and woody.
She smiles at how easily pliable you are, her hands massaging your scalp, “How about this, once this mission is over, we’ll go on that island trip to Tahiti that you’ve wanted for months, hmm?”
You furrow your brows adorably as you look up at her, “We’re going on that trip regardless, but I’d still prefer if you can have your people work in your office and not in our house.”
She sighs a little before giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, “Just a few more days princess, I promise.”
A few more days turned into a week, and you were done.
So you came up with a plan.
It was a plan that you came up with after having about two glasses of wine last night with Kate - because of course your girlfriend was busy in a virtual meeting with the clients during dinner.
You weren’t quite sure how your girlfriend would react, but it will either end up really well or really badly for you.
And you’ve always been a bit of a gambler when it comes to things like this.
Looking in the mirror, you tilt your head at the reflection you see.
You were in an oversized shirt that belonged to Natasha and some shorts that barely reached your thigh. You weren’t wearing any bra underneath the shirt and it was obvious with the way that your collarbone is fully exposed and the neckline dipped down quite low.
You kinda feel like a schoolgirl causing trouble.
Your heart races with excitement while the corner of your lips can’t help but lift upwards.
She’s going to lose it.
And that thought puts a whole smile on your face.
Fixing your hair a little, you went downstairs to grab some breakfast.
Purposefully making your way past the meeting room and hearing your girlfriend’s voice in it, you peek into the room and catch her eye.
“Natty you had breakfast?” you asked.
Her eyes were soft when they saw you, until she registered what exactly you were wearing. Trailing her eyes up from your legs to your face, they sharpened and focused on you, “Princess, what are you wearing there?”
“Your shirt, it was the first thing I could reach for,” feigning innocence. Internally, you were squirming, something about her gaze and tone making you feel like your plan is working.
Choosing to play your little game with you, Natasha nods, “I had breakfast, I think Colette made a new batch of pancakes just a bit ago.”
“Okay!”
That was phase one.
After breakfast and spending a bit of time reading, you started phase two.
Changing your shirt out for a bikini that was deep red in colour - one of Natasha’s favourite colours on you, you nod in approval at the reflection staring back at you in the mirror.
It was a simple two-piece bikini, the top comfortably framing your boobs with a little gold pearl in between them. The bottom, well it’s a g-string. It’s not covering much, which was exactly the point for you.
“What are you doing?” asked your girlfriend when she cornered you in the kitchen.
You knew that tone. It was the tone that was a warning.
You're playing with fire.
And you liked it.
Turning around after grabbing a wine bottle from the top cabinet, “I thought I’d go for a swim, it’s so hot today.”
Taking a step closer to you, her hand settles on your waist - she could never keep her hands off of you when you're this enticing.
A tight grip from her, an involuntary gasp from you.
Gosh, you've missed this feeling.
“The pool is at the back, you didn’t have to pass by the meeting room, did you?”
Well, that was true, but this is phase two after all.
Clearing your throat and avoiding how your body is starting to heat up, you met her gaze straight on. “Well I wanted to grab some wine, I can’t swim in the pool without some wine and a good book.”
There it is, your favourite smirk. Her head tilts to the side, trying to figure out what exactly you're trying to accomplish here.
Truth be told, Natasha knew that this was likely you trying to express your displease at the people in the house.
But what were you exactly trying to do here?
Rile her up?
Well, she's not gonna let you win this little game.
Her self-control may be limited when it comes to you, but her desire to win the little games between the both of you always have put her at an advantage.
“Whatever game you’re playing princess, I hope you’re ready to deal with the consequences,” came her warning.
That fucking husky voice, it will be the death of you one day.
But then again, you love playing with fire.
You lean closer, your body pressing against her front, and you can see the faint twitch in her jaw to know that she's not exactly immune to what you're doing.
“Can I not wear a bikini in my own home?” you asked, your voice playful and dangerous.
“You can, it’s your house, you can wear whatever you want in it," she would never stop you from doing something in your house, "but to parade yourself in front of my people like this? You really are getting bolder by the day.”
Her hand slips up towards the bra strap, pulling it back and letting it snap against your shoulder. It was her final warning, play nice princess.
Laughing, glad that your plan is seemingly working flawlessly if she still hasn't called you out yet, “It’s just a bikini, Natty, no need to get so worked up over it.”
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“Good night!” was all you said, as you pass by the meeting room that night.
You didn't linger too long, only for a split second for your voice to carry over the whole room, and to walk away quick enough before your girlfriend could react.
You weren't trying to enrage your girlfriend, no…staying by the door for longer than a second would not serve your purpose.
You were making a statement, that's all.
As expected, the whole crew was still inside, and this means not only the group that you've became close friends with, not just them, but some other people as well, people from legal, finance, other boring…crew…people, honestly you can't remember everyone as much as you try to.
Another late night for them, which plays perfectly into your plan.
Because everyone turned towards you when they heard you knocking on the door, and then could not for the life of them turn back around as quickly as they needed to.
Because that split second?
Of them seeing you standing by the door, stark fucking naked…
Not a single piece of clothing on your body?
Oh we're so screwed, was what 70% of the people there thought.
And there was a solid 28-30 people in the room.
The group of people that knew you closer than the rest on the other hand, some were smirking, some were covering their face with their hands, while some were just observing their boss' reaction.
Not everyone was there.
Some of them worked better as the muscle and some are on rotation for an off day - your girlfriend might be a workaholic, but she doesn't force other people to be like her.
And you didn't see it, but Natasha's eyes flashed red when she caught a glimpse of your skin.
“We didn’t, we didn’t see anything…” someone was bold enough to say, Yelena had to hide a snicker at how this probably was the worst thing to say right now.
They're getting kicked out, no doubt.
“Get out,” came her sister's calm voice.
Called it.
“All of you, out of my house right fucking now!” okay so maybe not so calm voice after all.
Packing up their stuff, everyone scattered out of the room, “We’ll continue this in the office tomorrow morning,” was the confirmation they needed from their boss.
And with that, Yelena prayed for you that you'd get a peaceful night, although she thinks you'd enjoy the storm that is headed your way for now, maybe you'd enjoy it a little too much even.
“Princess.”
She didn't bother knocking on the door to the bedroom.
You expected her.
She also knows that you're expecting her.
You should expect her, after a stunt like this.
“Daddy?” you look up from your phone.
You were sitting in the comfortable leather lounge chair at the corner of the room. It was your favourite little reading nook, with a warm light stand that you chose from a local store, and it oversees out the balcony of the room.
There's a little side table that was currently stacked with four books on top, you were never one to commit fully to a single book, and instead preferred to read depending on your mood.
You were of course still naked, knees drawn up to your chest like you were a child huddled in the corner.
Natasha closes the door behind her, her eyes taking in your skin that was shining under the warm light. The way the warm tones were reflecting off your face, a picture of innocence that she knew better than to fall for.
Never.
She was dressed in a tank top underneath her usual leather jacket, and some fitted black pants that had more than two pockets which was probably the reason she bought it in the first place.
Despite the way she was looking at you, eyes filled with fire that you weren't quite sure if it's fuelled by anger or arousal, you still felt giddy and excited at what was to come.
“What were you thinking?” she asked, dropping her phone and watch on the vanity table before she crossed the room over to you.
“I was thinking that I shouldn’t be restricted in how I dress in my own home,” which was true.
You shouldn't be restricted on how you dress in your own home, and to be fair the presence of other people in your house isn't restricting how you dress in which you need to appear 'modest' for them.
No, it was entirely because your girlfriend is possessive.
Natasha loves to claim you.
Not in a toxic way like Viper did, but rather in a 'you belong with me and I want to be the only one that can see you in your best and worst'. You suppose it was sweet, if not a little hot.
She doesn't stop you from dressing however you want, but this…
This, you know for sure, gets on her nerves.
Which was exactly why you did it.
“You’re not dressed.”
You put your legs down and drops your phone on the side table, “Exactly! It’s so hot today, I couldn’t help but go bare naked in this weather.”
She walks over and stands right in front of you, forcing you to look up at her. You were tempted to lean into her, to rub your face at her crotch before giving her the infamous puppy eyes that you know she finds irresistible.
But you refrained yourself.
You haven't quite figure out how she's feeling right now, and you don't exactly want a full on punishment tonight.
No, tonight should be fun.
So you look up at her and spread your legs before your hands linked behind her ass to pull her in closer to you, letting her stand right between your legs.
She lets you do all of that, eyes shining with nonchalance that you absolutely adore for some reason, before her hand comes up to caress your cheek.
She's thinking, you could tell.
Probably wondering how she should deal with you.
Her hand glides down your face, and grips your jaw, forcing you to crane your neck back further, “I should spank your ass raw for that little stunt you just pulled.”
Keyword, should.
Meaning she's not angry.
Because if she was…you know you'd already be in her lap and crying for mercy.
“At least now I get what I’ve been asking for, for weeks,” you were being bold.
But she wasn't angry, and you really hope you got your point across.
She visibly paused, her hand soften for a second before a smile breaks out.
Huffing out a laugh, “You are such a brat.”
Natasha will admit that she never expected you to pull off something like this just to get your point across, but it is sort of her fault for not taking your complaints seriously.
You told her you didn't want the people in the house.
Told her why you hated it and how you've missed her.
She thought it was just you being needy as usual, but then of course you did mention to Kate that you hated seeing Natasha stressed out all the time and how working at home with everyone made all the lines blurred for her.
Kate let it slip to Clint this morning over breakfast, who let it slip to Yelena while they were out to make a record check on inventory, who let it slip to Natasha when they were both in the garden outside catching a breath before dinner.
“You love that about me,” which was true.
She loves everything about you, but the way in which your personality challenges hers, the way you are so unapologetic about who you are, she fucking loves that part of you.
Taking a step back, she gestured for you to stand up, which you do.
“I do, but-” she spins you around and have your naked front pressed against the balcony glass in two seconds, “you do need to be punished for that little act.”
The glass was cold against your skin, her body firmly against yours from the back, warm and so…clothed. You could feel your nipples hardening, your knees struggling to not buckle under your current position.
She always finds a way to manhandle you like it was effortless, and it drives you insane.
Pressing a leg in between yours, she pushes you slightly so you were grinding on her thigh. The rough texture of her pants running over your folds, satisfying an ache that you've been feeling in your body since you stared in the mirror this morning.
One hand wrapped around your neck and the other sliding down to your folds, she allows two fingers to run across them while grazing over your clit, gently, “So wet, and I haven’t even done anything yet. Did you get wet showing off your body to my people?”
“No Natty-” her hand tighten around your neck, forcing a gasp out from you.
You realised your mistake the moment she restricted your airway.
An honest mistake.
"Who?" her voice growls out, sending shivers down your spine.
“Sorry daddy!” your voice forced, as your body arched further back into her as apology.
Pleased, her hand loosens around your neck once again, but still firmly putting pressure on it enough for you to remember your place.
“Hmmm, you’re a little exhibitionist? Is that it?” her voice was back to teasing, a tilt at the end of the question that tells you she's smirking even without the reflection on the balcony that shows you how smug she's feeling right now.
Maintaining eye contact - that was something that your girlfriend loves whenever you're in a position like this, you try to shake your head as best as you could, "No- no-"
"No? So you don't want me to fuck you in front of the balcony right now? Just in case someone catches us? I could stop…" she trails off, and you knew what she was doing.
Fuck, you knew that she's manipulating you, and yet you choose to fall for it once again.
"No, daddy please!"
You're way too horny right now.
If she stops and leaves you hanging, you might combust into space dust, you're sure of it.
"So are you or are you not an exhibitionist?"
A trick question.
If you answered yes, then it means that your stunt was intentional and deserves punishment; if you answered no, then she stops right now and leaves you high and dry with no release.
Your brain was slowly overpowered by the heat pooling in your body and the warmth you feel radiating from your girlfriend, but you still can come up with a smart answer that could surprise her.
"I'm whatever you want me to be, daddy."
And just like that, the ball is back in her court.
Giving her full control once again.
Natasha wants to scream.
You're so perfect.
Your submission always so sweet.
She's constantly high on it, and still craving for more.
Addicted.
"Well then princess, one edge for every stunt you pulled today sounds fair, yes?" Her voice was right behind your ear, husky tone sending chills over your body.
Fuck…edging always ends with a banger orgasm.
Or in your case tonight, multiple ones.
(Maybe even too many)