Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

CRANKY EATER

NATASHA X DAUGHTER READER
Y/N'S AGE : EIGHT MONTHS OLD
TYPE : FLUFF
PROMPT : Just a daily episode of Natasha trying to breastfeed you but you being too aggressive in the process.

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NATASHA'S POV
I was in the kichen making some breakfast for myself when Y/N started whining. I knew this was going to be a hard day.

"Calm down my love, let me just sit down, you'll be fed in a second I promise." I chuckled as Y/N tugged on my tank top's straps, indicating she was hungry.

As I was finishing up my breakfast, Tony and Wanda came in.

"Hi sweetheart." Wanda cooed, stroking Y/N's hair, then greeting me with a kiss on the cheek.

"Romanoff, are you cold by any chance?" Tony smirked, shamelessly looking at my nipples poking through my shirt.

"Don't be immature you idiot. I'm not wearing a bra so it's easier to feed this little monster." I answered, booping my daughter's nose and throwing a hand towel in his face.

"Ouch!" He laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender.

"If you must know, pedo, this is also Natasha's home, so she doesn't have to wear a bra simply to go to the kitchen or to feed her child." Wanda defended, playfully rolling her eyes.

"Ah, touché. Free the titties." He winked, earning a nudge in the shoulder from Wanda.

"Yeah, yeah. Go away now." I giggled waving him off.

"It's my kitchen, my house, my tower. I also came in here to make myself some coffee, so that's what I'm going to do." He insisted, sitting on the counter and crossing his arms like a baby.

Y/N started crying uncontrollably, she was probably really hungry.

"Alright, that's my cue to leave." I sighed, walking up to my room.

"I'll come with you, keep you company." Wanda smiled as she followed me.

We got to my room and I covered myself up with a breastfeeding towel for some privacy, then pulled my tank top down and put my nipple in Y/N's mouth and she immediately latched on. Wanda then started rambling on about her and Vision's relationship, I've always considered her as my little sister.

"Slow down Y/N, there's all the milk you need it isn't going anywhere." I pointed out, caressing my daughter's cheek as she looked at me with her big glossy eyes.

Wanda and I continued talking until I felt a sharp pain on my breast.

"Ouch! Y/N, my god, are you teething already?" I asked pulling her away for a second so I could look at her mouth.

"Nat, you might wanna start pumping milk for her instead of directly feeding her from your breasts." Wanda suggested, looking slightly worried.

"No, no, it's okay. I love the skin to skin contact. I'll just have to put up with it I guess, I wouldn't trade it for the world." I smiled, looking at my little bundle of joy as she latched on again, switching sides this time.