natasha romanoff one-shots (gxg)

⑱+ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

a/n: (requested) g!p reader, dom!nat, calling her "mommy"

took me more than a week but i'm still not happy with it. sometimes the smut just isn't smutting 🥲

"Y/L/N."

You turn around, meeting Natasha's eyes. She's standing in the doorway to SHIELD's lab, a small smirk on her face. You wave your hand, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks.

"I'm on the phone", you mouth, pointing at the phone you're holding to your ear.

"I can tell", she mouths back, entering the lab nonchalantly. She leans against the edge of the desk, grabbing a pair of safety glasses. You're only partially listening to the man on the phone, your eyes tracking Natasha's movements.

She slides the safety glasses on with a mock-serious look, which shouldn't be as attractive as it somehow is. She catches your gaze over the rims, tilting her head playfully when you stutter out your response.

"No, no — everything else is running smoothly. The modifications you suggested were actually spot on for the last phase."

Natasha takes the safety glasses off, dangling them from her finger. She finally puts them aside, now reaching for a small sample vial. She toys with it, inspecting its content. A shimmering blueish liquid, tiny flecks of iridescent particles floating within. You shoot her a reprimanding look, making her kink her eyebrows.

"What would you do if I dropped this?", she asks, feigning innocence, and starts swirling the liquid around.

"Natasha", you whisper, frowning. Then you return your attention to the phone call. "Uhm, right, sorry...where was I? Oh yeah, I think the wavelength could be interacting with the compound we added. If we adjust the parameters slightly, we might get a cleaner reading on the next pass."

Natasha sighs, putting the vial back in its place. She watches you for a few more seconds, her gaze lazily trailing up and down your body. The white lab coat, the ironed slacks, the button-up. Hair neatly styled, your fingers deftly adjusting your glasses. She feels a tugging kind of heat pooling in her stomach, warm like molten lava. But you're taking so long, and she's so bored already.

You try not to pay any attention to her, otherwise you might start stuttering again. It's not your fault, really — you can't help the way your body reacts to Natasha. The way your breathing gets uneven, the rosy tint of your cheeks, how you start stumbling over your words. You become all but a flustered mess she enjoys toying with, and tonight's no different.

Natasha's had a taste of you, and it's seems like you've got her hooked.

She pushes off the desk, taking a few slow steps around you. She disappears behind your back, which is a relief. Maybe you'll actually be able to finish your phone call without embarrassing yourself.

But no. A split moment later, you feel her hands on your waist, the warmth of her palms seeping through your lab coat. You freeze, starting to stutter.

"Uh...sorry, what did you say? Oh, um... Yes, I'll send you the updated data by tomorrow. If anything's off, I'll-"

Natasha presses her lips against the back of your neck, starting to pepper kisses all over your skin. Your voice wavers and your grip on the phone tightens, your cheeks now a deep shade of maroon. You desperately try to refocus, but at this point, you've pretty much lost this battle.

"I'll...run another set of tests. Tomorrow night, if necessary." You swallow, her mouth traveling up to your ear to blow warm air into it. Then she sucks your earlobe in between her lips, giving it a gentle tug.