After months of careful courtship, Natasha's shy omega finally gathers the courage to climb into her lap and ask for the one thing the alpha’s been restraining herself from taking.
summary: smut, p/rn no plot, A/B/O dynamics, alpha!natasha, g!p natasha bc female alphas have dicks, omega!reader, courting to mates, shy reader, top!natasha, bottom!reader
Courting a shy omega requires patience.
Natasha Romanoff has many skills—precision, discipline, control—but patience is not the one people usually expect from her. Still, when it comes to you, it comes easily, because pushing you has never been an option. From the very beginning you startled easily, your gaze dropping whenever attention lingered too long, your voice so quiet Natasha often had to lean closer just to hear you.
Even the first time you met, when the faint sweetness of your scent caught her attention across the room, you had looked like you might bolt the moment she approached.
So Natasha learned quickly to move slowly. She asked before touching you, let her hand hover before resting against your back, and waited for you to lace your fingers through hers first. Every step forward during the months of courtship had been something you chose, not something instinct forced between you.
Sometimes that meant quiet dinners where the most contact you shared was your knee brushing hers under the table, or long walks where your shoulder eventually leaned lightly into her arm. To anyone else it might have seemed like nothing was happening, but Natasha understood what it meant for you to move even an inch closer.
Which is why tonight feels different.
You’re sitting on Natasha’s bed, the thick furs beneath you soft and warm as you wait. The room is dim except for the low glow of a lamp, warm light catching in the red of her hair as she moves around the room with that quiet confidence that always makes your stomach flutter. Your hands rest nervously in your lap while you try not to fidget too much, but your heart has been beating fast since the moment she arrived.
Natasha climbs onto the bed beside you, one knee pressing into the furs as she settles near the edge. The mattress dips under her weight, her presence warm and solid at your side. For a moment she looks toward you, green eyes soft but attentive, before turning slightly to reach toward the nightstand behind her.
It’s such a small movement. Just a brief twist of her shoulders as she leans away to grab something. But it gives you exactly the moment you need.
Before you can overthink it, before the courage slips through your fingers, you shift forward. Your hands land lightly on her shoulders as you climb into her lap in one quick, nervous motion.
Natasha freezes.
The thing she’d been reaching for is forgotten as she slowly straightens beneath you, eyes lifting to meet yours. For a moment she doesn’t move at all, clearly surprised to find you suddenly sitting there, perched awkwardly in her lap with your cheeks already burning.
Your fingers twist nervously in the fabric of her shirt.
Natasha’s hands hover for a second before settling carefully at your hips, steadying you so you don’t immediately retreat. Her touch is warm and grounding, thumbs brushing lightly along your sides as she studies your face.
Her voice drops softer when she speaks.
“Sweetheart…”
Your gaze drops instantly to her collarbone, heat flooding your face as you try to force the words out. You’ve imagined this moment for days, practiced what you might say, but now that you’re here everything feels tangled in your chest.
You swallow.
“Natasha,” you mumble quietly.
She waits.
That’s the thing about her—she always waits. Your fingers curl tighter in her shirt as you finally manage to say it, voice barely above a whisper.
“Will you… make me your mate?”
For a moment the room goes completely still.
Natasha doesn’t move, doesn’t even breathe, green eyes fixed on you as the words sink in. Her hands tighten slightly at your hips, instinct flickering behind her expression before she reins it in again, the way she always does.
You feel suddenly exposed sitting there in her lap, heart racing as you wonder if you’ve said the wrong thing, if you’ve rushed something you shouldn’t have.
“Sorry,” you add quickly, voice small. “I just thought— I mean— if you didn’t want to—”
Natasha’s hand lifts from your hip then, fingers sliding gently beneath your chin.
She tilts your face up just enough so you have to look at her. The expression on her face is something deeper than surprise now.
Something warm. Something almost reverent.
“Omega,” she murmurs softly, thumb brushing along your jaw,
Your breath catches. Natasha exhales slowly, her forehead lowering until it almost touches yours. The scent of you—nervous, sweet, hopeful—fills her senses in a way that makes her chest tighten.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
As Natasha's words wash over you, a soft, relieved sigh escapes your lips, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Her thumb continues to trace the line of your jaw, her breath warm against your face. You lean into her touch, your body relaxing incrementally. When you open your eyes again, there's a newfound confidence in your gaze, a spark that wasn't there before.
You lean in, pressing your lips softly against hers. It's a kiss you've shared many times before, but this time, it's different. This time, it's a promise. Natasha responds instantly, her mouth opening to welcome you in. Her hands leave your hips to wrap around you, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens. Your fingers release their grip on her shirt, sliding up to tangle in her hair, holding her to you as if afraid she might pull away.
But Natasha has no intention of stopping. Her hands roam your back, her touch firm and sure. She pulls you tighter against her, her body pressing into yours as she rolls her hips, seeking friction. You gasp into her mouth, your body responding instantly, your hips grinding down onto hers. You can feel the hard length of her through her pants, and it sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine.
Natasha's hands slide up your abdomen, her fingers tracing the curve of your breasts through your clothes. You whimper, your body arching into her touch. She takes the hint, her hands moving to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and off in one smooth motion. Her gaze drops to your chest, her eyes darkening with desire. She leans down, her tongue flicking out to taste your skin, licking a hot trail up your neck.
You moan, your head falling back to give her better access. Her hands cup your breasts, her thumbs brushing over your nipples, making them harden into peaks. You grind down onto her again, seeking more, needing more. Natasha chuckles, a low sound that sends a shiver down your spine. She pushes you back onto the bed, her body following yours down.
She sits back on her heels, her gaze roaming over your body. You blush under her scrutiny, your hands moving to cover your face. Natasha reaches out, gently pulling your hands away.
"Don't hide from me, sweetheart," she murmurs. "You're beautiful."
She leans down, her tongue flicking out to taste your nipple. You gasp, your hips lifting off the bed. She chuckles again, her hands moving to your pants, pulling them down your legs. You're left in your panties, your body on full display. You blush again, but Natasha's gaze is full of appreciation.
She leans down, her tongue licking a hot trail up your thigh. You whimper, your hips lifting to meet her. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside. She settles between your legs, her breath hot on your core.
You moan, your hands fisting in the sheets. Natasha chuckles, her tongue flicking out to taste you. You gasp, your body arching off the bed. She licks and sucks, her fingers sliding inside you, curling to hit that sweet spot. You whimper, your body writhing beneath her.
"Mm...! ah... ah! oh!"
Natasha adds another finger, stretching you, preparing you. You're so turned on, so wet, you can feel it coating your thighs. Natasha moans, the sound vibrating through you. She pulls back, her fingers leaving you. You whimper at the loss, your eyes fluttering open to find her stripping off her clothes.
She's naked in seconds, her body lean and muscled. You blush again, your eyes dropping to the hard length of her. She's so big, so thick. You're not sure you can take her. Natasha sees the uncertainty in your eyes, leans down to kiss you softly.
"It's okay," she murmurs. "We'll go slow."
She positions herself at your entrance, her hands gripping your hips. You take a deep breath, your eyes fluttering closed as she pushes inside. You gasp, your body stretching to accommodate her. She's big, bigger than anything you've ever felt. She pushes in slowly, giving you time to adjust.
You whimper, your fingers digging into her arms. She leans down, her lips finding yours, her tongue sliding into your mouth. The kiss distracts you, makes you relax. She pushes in the rest of the way, her hips meeting yours. You moan into her mouth, your body clenching around her.
Natasha starts to move, her hips pulling back and pushing forward in a slow, steady rhythm. You moan, your body meeting hers, your hips lifting to take her deeper. She growls, her pace picking up, her thrusts becoming harder, more insistent.
You're panting now, your body writhing beneath hers. You can feel the pressure building, your body tensing as you get closer and closer to the edge. Natasha leans down, her teeth sinking into your neck, marking you as hers. You cry out, your body convulsing as you come, your orgasm ripping through you.
Natasha continues to move, her body grinding into yours. You can feel her growing inside you, her knot locking you together. Your wet cunt stretched around the spot on her dick that keeps swelling. She's obsessed with watching you wrap around her, spreading around her knot before she reaches a point she cannot pull out. She leans down, her teeth sinking into your neck again, this time deeper, marking you as her mate. You cry out, your body convulsing again as another orgasm rips through you.
You're panting, your body boneless as Natasha leans down to kiss you softly. "I love you, omega," she murmurs. You smile, your eyes fluttering closed as you drift off to sleep, Natasha's body still locked with yours, her arms wrapped protectively around you. "I love you..."
note: this is a quick smut one shot, no plot really. whoops
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Hey guys, hitting pause on the fic for a little bit.
To be completely transparent, I’m running on about zero sleep today and feeling incredibly overwhelmed, so I’m stepping away from the keyboard to take care of myself and rest.
I’ve been feeling a bit in my head about my writing and my presence on here lately, so I really appreciate your patience and kindness while I take a breather.
Im sorry to you all who follow me (i love you all) and await a story…. Just for me to continually come back and communicate it won't happen yet again. It just pushes me further back into a cave of feeling annoying, because it is, and Im sorry....
I responded to a post about trying to be more supportive of keeping reader an actual reader and not an oc, and i feel it backlashed and the creator got upset. just my own mind overthinking so I deleted the post feeling like im speaking in areas I shouldn't... i don't know
Love you guys, see you when my battery is recharged. 🤍 Probably tomorrow (sat)... I just need a day.....
