Count To Three | N. Romanoff
pairing: soft!mommy!natasha x brat!reader
summary: A few weeks have passed since Natasha almost lost you, and her need to protect you had doubled because of it. Tripled, even. But when you start to give the redhead a bratty attitude, it brings out a side of Natasha you had never seen before.
warnings: angst, spanking, smut, shower sex, fingering, oral (r receiving), fluff
When you woke up and saw your girlfriend’s side of the bed empty, you couldn’t help but feel relieved. You loved the redhead, you really did, but ever since it happened, she had become almost unbearable.
She had been protective of you since the moment you met, but ever since you left the hospital, her protective nature had become overwhelming. You felt like you were being smothered, even though you knew deep down that wasn't her intent.
By the time you had thrown your feet over your side of the bed, Natasha was back. She was at your side in seconds, snaking her arms underneath yours to help you stand up. Even though there was nothing wrong with your legs.
"Nat, I've got it." But still her arms remained on you, holding you, guiding you. "Baby, I can do it. You don't have to-" Natasha cut you off by pressing her lips to yours, kissing you briefly and cautiously. She pulled away as quickly as she'd leaned in.
That only made your frustration grow. The redheaded Russian woman you called your girlfriend hadn't touched you in weeks, other than when she would take care of you or steal a kiss. But the kisses that she stole were always too small, and too brief.
You leaned forward, desperate to feel her lips on yours again, and for longer this time. But you were stopped just as your hot breath could be felt on her lips. Natasha had her hands on your face now, holding it gently and preventing you from getting any closer.
"Natty, please..." She wouldn't budge. And the more you persisted, the greater the distance between your two bodies became. You'd had enough. "Fine! Fucking forget it!" You tried to storm off, but the older woman grabbed hold of your wrist.
"Don't be like that," she warned. You couldn't help but scoff at her and yank your arm back. Natasha was taken back by your behavior and the actions produced by it. You'd never acted that way toward her before. "Y/N, stop it. Stop acting like such a-"
"No! You don't get to do that! You don't get t-" You choked on your own words as your eyes started to burn, your vision becoming clouded and blurred by pools of tears that were forming in them.
You turned to walk away, slapping her hand when she grabbed at your wrist again. "I don't need your help to take a goddamn shower, Romanoff! Besides, you've made it very clear that you don't want to touch me anymore!"
With that, you walked out of your shared bedroom, leaving Nat there with hurt evident on her delicate features. You slammed the bathroom door behind you, then turned on the shower and stripped out of your clothes.
You sighed as you looked down at your abdomen, slowly removing the bloody gauze. You couldn't help but cry when you saw the healing wound; a combination of the hole that had been left by the bullet, and the long gash from the surgery that saved you.
You cried as you remembered begging the man not to hurt the small child. You cried as you remembered using your body as a shield to protect them. And when you heard the phantom sound of a gun going off, you broke down completely.
Natasha was pacing in the bedroom, fiddling with her hands as she moved. You were right to be upset, she knew that, but she didn't appreciate how you reacted. And she wouldn't let you get away with it, either.
But Natasha also missed you. She missed touching you, and having you touch her. She missed the way your bodies would be so perfectly tangled up together, before...She'd been plagued with the fear of losing you ever since, terrified of hurting you.
The redhead came to a decision, storming into the bathroom after ridding her body of the clothes she'd been wearing. She joined you in the shower before you could say no. And when you did go to protest, she stopped you by slamming her lips onto yours.
It wasn't like the previous kiss, or any of the other stolen pecks since you were in the hospital. No, this time, Natasha didn't hesitate or hold back. This kiss was forceful and rough, yet still so intensely passionate.
"Nata-shit!" You yelped when you felt her hand come down hard on the left side of your ass once, twice, three times. Natasha repeated her actions on the right cheek, surely leaving your entire ass bright red. "What the fuck was that for?!"
"For being a brat. For slamming doors, for hitting mommy, for walking away from me." Natasha gripped your hip roughly with one hand and lowered the other between your thighs. You gasped at the contact and instinctively bucked your hips.
Natasha hummed as she felt you grind yourself against her hand, her lips leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. You felt her beginning to suck on your sweet spot in the same moment that you felt her bury her finger inside of you.
"And that's for putting up with me," Natasha mumbled against your skin as she kissed the dark purple mark she'd left behind. "It's been a long time, detka. Too long." You felt your lips begin to part, a moan slowly creeping up your throat.
It was quickly caught by Nat's soft lips crashing onto yours again, as was the next one and every other moan that tried to escape from you as Natasha added a second finger and began to roughly pound them into you while her thumb rubbed your clit.
Natasha could feel your walls clenching around her fingers, your legs shaking. "That's it, printsessa. You're taking mommy's fingers so well. You're such a good girl for me." You whimpered against her lips when she kissed you again.
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you have to throw your arms around her to keep yourself upright because of how badly your legs are shaking. "Can feel you squeezing my fingers, baby. You gonna cum for mommy?"
"M-Mommy," you whined as your hand gripped her wrist, trying to pull her hand away. Not because you didn't want your release, but because you wanted something more. "What is it, sweet girl? Use your words."
"Mouth...I-I want..." Natasha chuckled and gave you one last kiss before getting down on her knees on the shower floor, more than ready to comply. She licked along the wet lips of your cunt, moaning at the taste.
"This pretty pussy is all mine," she groaned into your heat before burying her tongue inside your dripping core. You were writhing above her, hands tangled in her red hair. She was amazing with her fingers, but even better with her mouth.
"M-Mommy...Nat...f-fuck, I'm gonna! I-I...GOD!" Natasha hummed as you came on her tongue, eagerly drinking up as much of your arousal as she could before standing back up. You collapsed against her, Natasha's arms wrapping around your waist.
"I'm sorry," your older girlfriend whispered. "I almost lost you, and it scared the shit out of me. And I thought that if I kissed you, or I touched you...I thought I would hurt you, so I kept my distance. But never again."
"Promise?" You mumbled as you felt her hot breath hit your lips. "I promise, dorogaya. I love you. So goddamn much." Natasha reached behind you, one arm still holding you close, and turned off the running water.
"How about you let mommy bandage you back up and we get you into some clean clothes, then we can spend the rest of the day cuddled up on the couch? Maybe we can watch some cartoons an-" "And I can have some of mommy's milk?"
Natasha chuckled as she carried you into your shared bedroom. Before the shower, it had been weeks since your girlfriend's hands roamed your body or since she'd kissed you properly. It had been equally as long since you got to fall asleep with her breast in your mouth. "Anything for you, moya lyubov."