Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

AWKWARD

NATASHA X DAUGHTER READER
Y/N'S AGE : FIFTEEN YEARS OLD
TYPE : SMUT, FLUFF
PROMPT : Natasha walks in on you masturbating.

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Y/N'S POV
Lately, growing up was definitely taking it's toll on my life. I was feeling extremely different mentally and physically, in various ways. Mentally, I felt more mature overall. Physically, I started feeling weird, feeling turned on from time to time. My body was changing accordingly, thus sometimes, I needed a relief.

I woke up feeling rather horny for no reason at all, so I decided to take care of it. Opening up PornHub on my browser, I looked for the perfect video, slipped my earphones in, then got going. As I was watching, I started feeling this oddly familiar tingly sensation in between my legs. Longing for more friction, I slipped my hand in my sweatpants, then started rubbing my clit. I went slowly at first, then as I approached my high, I started rubbing faster and faster. At one point, I needed even more friction to finally cum, so I slipped a finger in my aching hole. Slowly, but thoroughly slipping it in and out, I curled my fingers to hit my g-spot as well, then started panting like crazy.

NATASHA'S POV
Seeing as Wanda and I had decided to go get groceries for everyone in the compound this morning, I just wanted to tell my daughter that I was leaving.

"Just let me talk to Y/N for a second, I'll be right down." I told Wanda, slipping my jacket on and walking to Y/N's room.

"Okay." Wanda smiled, then grabbed the car keys.

"Y/N?" I knocked on her door, hearing her breathe weirdly, like she was hyperventilating. "Y/N, sweetie? Are you having a panic attack? Please, open up." I knocked again, but received no answer. "Okay, I'm coming in."

The second I opened the door, I slammed it right back and gasped. Oh my god. Y/N had her phone in one hand and the other in her pants. She was... Well... Masturbating, I guess. Oh, for god's sake.

Y/N'S POV
Oh, this was so good. My high was finally approaching, I couldn't wait to finally get rid of the knot in my stomach. However, suddenly, my fun was interrupted.

"Y/N- Oh my god!" Mom gasped, instantly leaving and slamming my door behind her.

No. No. No. My mom fucking walked in on me masturbating! I must've not heard her come in because I had my earphones on! Oh my god.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I muttered under my breath, then immediately sprinted to the bathroom, washed up, then decided to hide in there for a while.

After a few hours, as I was sitting on the cold floor, helplessly embarrassed, I heard a knock on the door.

"Honey, a-are you okay? Can you come out, please? I just want t-to talk." My mom pleaded, but not in a pressuring manner. I knew that it was just to let me know that she's there for me.

Reluctantly, I opened the door and saw her sat on my bed. I climbed next to her, nervously fiddling with my fingers, not really knowing what to expect.

"Sweetheart, this doesn't have to be awkward, alright? I-I know that you're growing up, a-and, well, that your uh- body is changing. That's totally normal. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm sorry I walked in without you allowing me to, I just thought that you were having a panic attack, since you were uh- hyperventilating-"

"Mom!" I cut her off, my cheeks turning redder than my auburn hair.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just want you to know that if you have any questions about the way your body works or anything, you can always talk to me." She chuckled, grabbing my hand and stroking it with her thumb lovingly.

"I know, thanks mom." I smiled, internally hoping she wasn't about to give me the sex talk.

"Also, I- uh- if you ever happen to have sex, please, at least do it safely-"

"Mom, please!" I whined, hiding my head in my hands.

"What! I have to educate you one way or another!" She said playfully, removing my hands from my face.

"I am educated! I'm not even having sex anyway!" I groaned, wanting to just evaporate already.

"Okay, okay, that's good." She hummed, running her hand through her hair. "Well, if you were, to ever have sex, I-I also want you to know that it's not exactly like what you were watching earlier- I mean- like what you see on the internet-"

Having had enough of this conversation, I stuck my fingers in my ears and chanted. "La, la, la! I can't hear you!"

Earning a smack to the head, mom took my fingers out of my ears and said. "Y/N, please. I told you this doesn't have to be awkward."

"Yes it does! Now stop!" I begged, feeling my cheeks flush again. "I don't want to talk about sex with you!"

"Is that so? I am your mother, you rascal!" She laughed, starting to tickle my sides.

"Exactly! Now stop making it weird, get out!" I implored, out of breath from all the tickling.

She then looked at me with puppy eyes, hovering over me. "Oh, so now you don't wanna cuddle with your mama anymore?"

I sighed, sitting up. "Ugh, fine, yes I do. However, stop talking about sex, for fuck's sake." I directly covered my mouth with my hand, having let the word slip out accidentally.

"Hey! Language!" She cocked an eyebrow, pulling me into her chest.

"Sorry, it just slipped out." I giggled, cuddling further into her.

"I love you." She kissed the top of my head, cradling me like a child. "You'll always be my baby."

"I love you too." I groaned at the last part of her sentence, but eventually gave into her giant hug and let myself relax in her arms.