natasha romanoff one-shots (gxg)

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦)

a/n: you want commitment, nat doesn't — or does she?

ik i wrote a oneshot about fighting/angst recently but i liked this idea 🙏 next chapters will be all fluffy again i promise

You walk into Natasha's office as she's sitting at her desk, scrolling through a file. She noticed your presence — obviously — but she's pretending that she didn't. The redhead starts typing and even continues to do so when you lean in to wrap your arms around her neck, hugging her from behind.

"Hm?", she finally mumbles, still staring at the screen. The corners of her lips twitch into a small smile as you press your lips to her cheek.

"I'm bored", you then complain, nuzzling your face against hers. "It's 9pm, and you're still here. Working."

Natasha smiles to herself, fingertips flying over the keys. "Yes. That's what it's like to have a job, Y/N. You should try it sometime."

You huff and kiss her cheek once more, watching her continue to work. You have zero clue what she's doing; all you know is that it's related to some mission she went on last week. Between work, being an Avenger and living in separate places, you haven't been seeing her as much as you'd like.

"I just want to spend some time with you", you finally say, taking her chin and turning her face around so that she's looking at you. She rolls her eyes, but then leans in to give you a quick kiss.

"Ten minutes", Natasha promises, scooting the desk chair she's sitting in back and letting you take a seat on her lap. "And I'll be all yours."

"That better be true." You cuddle yourself into her front, feeling her chin on your shoulder as she keeps working. Her eyes flicker to yours, seeing you stare at the screen. She smiles slightly and kisses the exposed part of your neck.

"This is classified information, baby", she mumbles, her hand briefly dipping under your shirt to caress your stomach.

"I'm aware", you respond, lazily melting into her. "It's not too interesting either way. I doubt I'd remember anything even if I tried."

She lets out a breathy laugh and brushes her lips over your shoulder as she continues typing again, filling out all sorts of documents. You watch the letters slowly take up more and more empty space, then Natasha switches to a different document. You glance at the clock that's hanging above her desk, silently noting that, as of now, 12 minutes have passed.

You decide to let her work for at least a few more minutes, then you deliberately shift in her lap and sigh, trying to distract her. It works, and she gives you a teasing glance.

"Yes?"

"Nothing", you reply innocently, sinking into her again to wrap one arm around her head and place your hand on top of it. You lightly massage her scalp as she smirks. A kiss is placed on the side of your face, then she continues typing on that stupid keyboard you'd love to throw out of the window.

"Just a minute."

"Sure", you mutter, rolling your eyes. "Wake me up when you're done."

Natasha squeezes your thigh, her attention still fully on getting her work done. You listen to the quiet clicking noises of her fingertips hitting the keys, finding the sound rather calming. You weren't being serious about falling asleep, but you're actually considering it now. Why not, after all? Her lap is warm, she smells nice and the kisses she keeps leaving on your shoulder — to distract you from the fact that she's still working — are not something you'd complain about, either.

After what feels like an eternity, she finally turns that damn thing off and gets up, holding you bridal style. Your eyes widen slightly in mild surprise, but you're enjoying this an awful lot. Natasha is aware of that, so she tightens her hold on you before kissing the top of your head.