natasha romanoff x fem!reader one-shots

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part of the short n' sweet universe

a/n: (requested) the request is a detailed one, but it's basically niko being a heartthrob and natasha being jealous of her own son :)

had to edit this a second time because i forgot to tag it as smut, sorry! warnings: smut (bunch of it; penetration, handjob, oral), unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism

Natasha can handle not being the campus heartthrob anymore. She understands why — being covered in spit-up and pushing around a Bugaboo stroller on a weekly to daily basis isn't attractive to many people. That's more than fine, as she's not interested in being approached anymore. She has other things to focus on now.

Does she still enjoy occasionally being flirted with? Yes. She's only human. But it's not something she needs anymore, and it's certainly not something that happens often anymore.

Instead, the attention has shifted to someone else: Niko. Someone much smaller, who shares her features. Girls coo over his cheeks, professors offer to hold him during tests (which Natasha isn't a fan of). Even with crumbs smeared around his mouth and his baby curls a mess, he's able to make everyone on campus fall in love with him.

He's the charmer now. He inherited that from her, just like the reddish hair and lazy smirk he's got down to a baby science. A duck onesie never managed to stop him.

The lecture hall is cramped and silent by the time Natasha arrives. The professor, standing on the podium and discussing the importance of eco-friendly stadiums, doesn't even flinch. He's used to her being late, and truthfully, he doesn't mind.

Natasha, however, does mind. She's sweaty and exhausted from a sleepless night, but the baby strapped to her chest couldn't be more alert. Eyes wide open and one sock missing, he cranes his head to get a good look at everyone in the room. When a girl waves at him, he lets out a shriek that makes the entire room glance at him.

"Shush", she mumbles, rubbing his back. She sits down in her usual spot — all the way in the back on the very left — and starts unpacking. Her laptop, thermos, a teething ring, some tissues. Niko arches his back in an attempt to escape from the baby carrier. "Okay, no. We don't do that."

The girl that waved at him turns around. She tries to soothe him with a smile, and unfortunately, it seems to work. His mouth drops open and he lets out a cheery gurgle. But all Natasha does is wrap an arm around him and turn slightly to shield him.

"Alright", the professor says loudly, skipping to the next slide, "we've all welcomed our honorary student. Let's keep going, shall we? Please get into pairs of three or four and discuss this next question. You have 15 minutes."

Natasha groans quietly. Sitting in class is difficult enough when you have a hyperactive baby in tow. Working in teams only makes that worse. No matter what, they never get anything done as long as Niko is somewhat awake.

It's not different this time. The second she's joined by three other students, he's giggling and reaching out like he's getting paid to get away from her. She'd be offended, but it gives her the chance to actually think about the question for a moment.

She's in the middle of scribbling down some answers when the guy next to her leans in a bit. His hand comes closer, fingers almost touching Niko's, and her own hand darts up to grab his wrist.

"One rule", she says, not looking up from her laptop. "Don't touch the baby."

Fortunately, the guy lets it go. He leans back in his seat, arms crossed and the hood of his hoodie pulled over his eyes, and doesn't move a muscle until the professor tells them to stop and present their results. Natasha wants to slide under the foldable little table and hide, but the professor hears Niko screech. He nods encouragingly.