natasha romanoff x fem!reader one-shots

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a/n: (requested) yes, based on the song "tears" by sabrina carpenter. if you know the lyrics, you'll also know this will def NOT be angst; to keep it short, you're ovulating and natasha's hot. some of this is exaggerated, ovulation really doesn't turn you into some kind of animal in heat, but i thought it made sense this way 😭

warning: smut, nudes, dumbification, masturbation, exhibitionism

Having Natasha leave is bad enough. Having her leave while you're desperate enough to hump a pillow, though, is even worse.

Ovulation hit you like a freight train. One moment, you were pureeing vegetables and organizing your makeup drawer, the next, you were in the bathroom and trying to get Natasha to fuck you in the shower.

She did. It took you four minutes to orgasm. Judging by the look on her face, you thought you'd won — maybe she'd stay home with you instead of going to class — but it didn't work.

"I have class, I can't stay", she explains, rubbing her hair dry with a towel. "We have to prepare a presentation. Clint will kill me if he has to do all the work again."

You're not listening. Your vision has zeroed in on her biceps, smooth from lotion and flexing with every move, with drops of water dripping from her hair and beading on her skin. The ache between your legs had disappeared post-sex, but now, it's coming back doubled in intensity.

She's still talking. You only notice when she repeats your name a few times.

"What?", you snap. Natasha stares at you.

"Are you okay?"

You shift in place, your thighs crossed and pressed together firmly. Your thoughts are absolute filth — you feel like even Natasha would give you an apprehensive look if she could read them.

"You could stay home", you say, giving it another try. "We'd have all day. Think about the things I'd do to you, babe. I'll do whatever, just say the word."

"My seminars", she says, her face desperate. You've walked up to palm her butt and nuzzle her shoulder. "Y/N, I swear it won't take long. Don't make me walk in there all hard."

You glance at the front of her sweatpants. It's working — they're starting to tent. Another minute or two, and you'll have won her over. Your teeth sink into her muscular shoulder and she almost jolts away from you.

"God, when did you become so...boring and responsible?"

She glares at you, slightly out of breath now. If she'd known you'd be like this, she would've snuck out early. She's never been good at resisting the things that tempt her, and with the level of temptation she's enduring right now, her spot in heaven should be secured.

This isn't heaven, though. Heaven would be staying home and dragging you right back to bed. Thankfully, Niko's cry of discomfort and outrage over being left alone distracts you.

He started sniffling Monday morning. By bedtime, he'd developed a fever and a runny nose. He's been a red-cheeked, snotty mess ever since, and though he's gotten better, you'll definitely have to stay home with him another day or two.

"That's your cue", she says, quickly grabbing her duffel bag. "Bye, love you!"

Your head whips around. "Nat, I swear to god I'll kill you-"

The door falls shut, anyway. You stare at it, angry and defeated, before giving up and making your way to Niko's nursery.

Your sick baby distracts you, even if only for about an hour. Then he passes out, and you're back to square one.