I Just Wanted To Play ~ Natasha Romanoff PART ONE
Warnings: barely proof read so it reads awfully, mommy kink, workaholic Nat/impatient reader, sending suggestive pictures, use of pet names (baby/detka/dove/princess/angel etc), Nat was straight up mean for a hot minute but makes up for it by being SUPER DUPER SOFT, alludes to sex but technically no actual smut occurs
NOTE: this has 2 Parts… this part is angsty and fluffy and apart 2 will be very spicey smut 18+ only 😌😉
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Natasha had been working a lot lately. Too much, you thought. She would leave at the crack of dawn and work all day, then stay up late at night typing away on her laptop. You were not adjusting well to the distance between you two. You couldn’t help but feel a little neglected and forgotten. You had tried a few times to get a moment with her to yourself but seemingly, nothing could garner her attention as much as her case reports. You remained determined in your efforts though. After enduring another sleepless night and waking up to an empty bed yet again, you decided that today was the day you’d finally confront her. Or at least try as hard as you could to get her to finally pay proper attention to you.
You searched for the prettiest outfit you could find in your wardrobe and your eyes lit up at the sight of a short, pink sundress that Natasha had bought you last summer. It was laced with tiny frills around the skirt trim and neckline, which perfectly sculpted your upper body, showing just the right amount of cleavage. You dolled yourself up in your shared bathroom and gathered your hair into two loose French braids, just as you remembered Natasha loved. She used to braid your hair for you all the time and would always tell you how pretty you looked with a braid either side, “like my own little princess” she would say.
Satisfied with your look, you smiled to yourself in the mirror before pulling your phone out to take a selfie. Your phone covered your face in the photo but the strategic angle of the camera gave a perfect view of your chest, which you so purposefully pushed up in your position. A little teasing to dip your toes in, you thought. You sent the picture to her with a text
“hiii, do you like my hair? I did it just for you xxx”
Almost immediately after sending it, you saw that she had read the message. You excitedly awaited a response and watched as the blue dots danced around the screen before they disappeared completely.
Oh.
A few moments later, PING!
Finally! You thought
“Looks good”
Wait what?! What sort of lame response is that? Time to kick things up a notch.
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You quickly made your way dowstairs, eager to see your girlfriend. Your dress skirt flipped around as you happily skipped towards her office.
“Nattyyyyy” you sang upon entering but your gleeful smile was quickly replaced with a pout as you were not-so-welcomed by the sight of Natasha on the phone, holding her hand up towards you as a gesture to be quiet. You huffed before moving over to slump down onto the office couch. Your stare bored into Natasha as you tried to patiently wait for her to end the call. But you just kept on waiting, and waiting, and waiting…
Eventually you got bored and slowly made your way over to where she sat in her big office chair. You always felt that she looked so big and important sat in that chair. Standing behind it, you stood up on your tiptoes and reached out your arms to hold onto her but she just shrugged you off.
“I’m busy” she whispered before returning her full attention to whoever was on the receiving end of the call.
You huffed. You really didn’t want much. All you wanted was that one thing - to feel her close to you. How could she be denying you of that? It wasn’t fair. It was cruel, even.
You bought yourself around to the side of the chair and looked down at her, your pout only growing by the second. Swaying ever so slightly as you fiddled with the ends of your long braids, you expected just a little bit of attention but still… nothing.
“Okay, sounds perfect. Yep. Yeah, that works for us. Tuesday it is. I’ll just have someone on my team send you the remaining documents and as soon as they’re all signed we should be all set. Great. I’ll look forward to seeing you too. Take care.” Finally she wraps up the phone call but immediately starts picking up other scattered documents that buried her desk.
“Ugh Nattyyyyy,” you whine “come on now, I wanna playyyy”
“I’ve already told you that I’m busy baby.”
“But-” you felt the tears already threatening to fall “I realllllyyyy want t-”
“Baby. I mean it.” She looked up at you with a raised brow and sighed slightly when she saw how upset you were. For a moment you thought you had finally broken her but then- “Be patient and I promise we can play later. I’ve got to finish this important work”
“You said that yesterday.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes
“Don’t be a brat now.” She warned
And just like that, her attention was once again stolen.
Near-furious, you made your way back over to the couch, throwing yourself down with a squeal. “I just wanted to play.”
“Oh stop sulking. I don’t have time for this right now. You’re so needy!”
“‘M NOT NEEDY NATTY YOU JUST NEVER HAVE TIME FOR ME ANYMORE AND YOU DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT ME AND YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE AND I JUST… I HATE YOU” you shouted hysterically before storming out of the room and slamming the door shut behind you. The heavy echo followed you all the way up to your bedroom where you fell to the mattress and let yourself sink into the sheets.
— that evening —
Since leaving Natasha’s office earlier, you hadn’t spoken to or seen the former spy at all. After crying off all of your makeup in bed, you decided to shower and then put on your favourite movie in a feeble attempt to make yourself feel better.
Instead of focusing on the movie though, all you could do was replay the outburst in your mind. Though the majority of what you had said truly did reflect the current gut-wrenching feeling of being unwanted and unimportant to her, you didn’t mean to take it so far. You had told her that you hate her. Why would you do that? You don’t hate her. Not in the slightest. Still, you weren’t ready to face Natasha and so, you felt yourself succumb to the sleep that your body was desperately fighting for.
You hadn’t anticipated sleeping for so long and much to your surprise, when you awoke from your nap, you were encased by heavy arms and felt the tickle of Natasha’s breath fluttering on your shoulder blade.
For a moment you had forgot all about what had happened in the office earlier that day. You bought Nat’s hand up from around your waist, kissing the back of it as gently as you could, still unaware or whether or not she was awake or asleep. You assumed asleep and so you lay there, sinking into her as much as you could.
“You’re up” spoke the redhead raspily.
“Mmhmm” you nodded before turning yourself around, facing her but not daring her to look at her directly. You sad expression resurfaced as you start to remind yourself of the terrible three words you a sneered at her.
Silence hung in the air for a moment before-
“Y/n, are you crying? Why are you crying baby girl?”
You breath hitched slightly as you heard the name fall so effortlessly off her lips. Nat bought her hands up to stop the tears threatening to hit the pillow. You nuzzled into the soft touch of her hand against your cheek.
“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled
“I know dove,” she whispered reassuringly “I know, it’s okay.”
“Natty?”
She hums softly in acknowledgment and averts your gaze to hers.
“I don’t hate you. I promise. I don’t know why I said that. I was just… upset?! And sad… and I know it’s no excuse Natty. I’m really really sorry” you started to sob again and Natasha just let out a small breathy chuckle.
“What?!” You asked “why are you laughing at me? You think I’m stupid don’t you?! You DO really not like me anymore, I knew it” and as you went to pull away from her she grabbed you, squeezing you closer to her.
“Don’t be so silly, my little baby. Don’t be thinking like that. I know you didn’t mean it, you were just angry. With me. And you have every right to hate me with how I’ve been treating you. I should be the one apologising. I’m sorry for calling you needy, I’m sorry for not making the time for you, I’m sorry for not treating you how you should be treated. I got so caught up with work, I had so much pressure on me these past few weeks and so many deadlines and I shouldn’t have shut you out… I’m so sorry angel, I just… I can’t look at you and not get distracted. I can’t even think straight when I hear your voice, or when you prance around in those gorgeous little dresses” her hand started to brush up against your thigh and you shifted slightly “all I can think about is touching you” her fingertips danced higher, towards your core. “and holding you” as her hands worked quickly to squeeze your ass and push you impossibly closer to her, you parted your mouth in an ‘O’ formation, a small moan slipping through your lips. “and tasting you” Natasha continued teasing you, bringing her hand up to your left boob and massaging it gently in her palm, the tips of her fingers occasionally twisting the peaked nub ever so slightly.
You could barely think straight yourself with the way her words rushed straight to your core. Arching your back into your girlfriend as she started peppering soft kisses down your jaw and neck, along the bow of your collarbone. Typically, Natasha was rather rough with you in the bedroom, she liked to push your limits and experiment with new ways to watch you wriggle and writhe beneath her - not that you were complaining - but still, there was something so satisfying about the feather light treatment she was providing right now. So soft, yet you both remained fully aware of the power she holds over you.
“You’re still my Natty?”
“I’m still your Natty, baby. And you’re all mine. I’m sorry for everything princess” she whispered, muffled against your pale skin
Breathing heavily you slowly draw your thoughts back long enough to register he sentence and respond breathily with “It’s okay Mommy”
Natasha practically growled at the nickname.
“It’ll will never be okay… but how about I try and show you just how much I do care about you and love you? See if I can make it up to you just a little?” She asked suggestively before kissing you with heavy desire
“Mm-finally” you groaned into her as you felt her hand wrap around your neck, squeezing slightly
— TO BE CONTINUED —
author note: hey y’all, this will be a 2 part little thing I do apologise however I PROMISE the 2nd part is very very spicey and delicious so… I hope you enjoy it 💞
