it didn't seem fair for natasha to be acting like this after she was the one to break things off. "what if i have plans i need to get to?" you do not have plans.
natasha chuckled, "i'm sure wendy can wait a little bit. send a text."
"her name is wanda and i know you know that."
there was a silence that followed the mention of your friday night date. though, the tapping of the keyboard seemed to get more aggressive.
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perhaps a couple days from finishing? tbd. thanks for all the love on part one; it made me very happy.
pairing: ceo!natasha romanoff x fem!reader, fwb!wanda maximoff x reader
summary: following the firing of a big industry ceo, natasha breaks things off out of fear (& definitely without communicating that fear). you make it a problem for her with the help of your friend, wanda maximoff.
content warnings: mdni, slight angst with lots of suggestive content, mentions of sexual activities but no detailed smut yet, eventual smut (in pt 2), power dynamics, reader is written to have hair long enough wanda can twirl it in her finger, some use of y/n
word count: 2.5k
note: i've been looking for inspiration and it's so unfortunate that it came from the ex-nestle ceo. also, i wanted this to be a natasha romanoff fic but fwb!wanda is kinda hot so she's a star in this. part two coming eventually, but this did take me months to finally post so...
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"i think we should end this."
it wasn't the first time those words were uttered, but it was the first time it came from natasha. your mouth curved into a smile, mouth bracing itself for a laugh until you looked at her face. the grim look. her eyes cold and detached. very noticeably not looking at you.
"wait, are you being serious? i thought you were mocking me." you removed your head from her naked chest, sitting up in silk sheets. her arm dropped from around your shoulders to your waist from the movement, but she didn't move it.
you didn't understand how she could make that face and say those words with her arm around you protectively.
"this could ruin my career, everything i've worked for." she still wouldn't look at you.
"yeah...mine too. that's what i said to you when we started this in the first place. i have more to lose here than you do! and you are the one that told me not to worry about it."
"well, i was wrong."
this time, she looked at you. the sharpness of her tone and her gaze told you she had made up her mind. you've seen that look in meetings and when she has told a stranger to back off from you at a bar two towns away. you've never had it used on you. until now.
"i'll have carson drive you home," she said, looking away again.
you stared at her, mouth agape. you wanted to say fuck you for doing this, for ending it when she wanted to, on her terms. for fucking you right before doing it too. she was being a coward, but your voice couldn't form the words. not when you were still naked in her bed and in utter shock. so you left. you didn't let carson drive you home no matter how many times he insisted and pleaded that it was 'the boss's orders'. you didn't really give a fuck about what natasha wanted anymore. so you took the subway that natasha never let you take to and from her apartment. and you walked three blocks with only the light of the streetlights back to your place.
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you suppose you should be grateful natasha broke it off before the company party a month later. you had planned to spend the 'end of third quarter' celebration party avoiding eye contact with the ceo because there was no way you could avoid eye-fucking her if you saw her in that tailored dress she had tried on in front of you two months prior. but now, you didn't need to resist - you didn't want to see her. you definitely didn't want to see the long-legged brunette hanging on her arm.
"i thought you said these parties were fun." wanda, your date to tonight's soiree, took a long sip from her wine glass, red pigment staining the rim.
"they are fun." of course, they were fun. previously. back when you and natasha were together in secret, avoiding each other but always catching each other's eyes. her hand subtly pinching your hip as she reached past you to grab her drink from the bar. you would leave in separate cars headed to the same destination, your knuckles knocking on her apartment door even if she already knew you were coming, already got word from the doorman that you were headed up and already saw you on the security camera situated just above the door's trimming. she'd open the door, pull you in and take you right against it as soon as it was shut. it was one of your favorite games you played every time.
wanda raised an eyebrow at you, "right. maybe you and i define fun a little differently."
you smiled. a sneaky, little smile while your fingers brushed her hip. "i don't know, wanda. i think we have the same idea of fun."
wanda looked down at where your hand now sat just above the curve of her ass that her dress highlighted beautifully. she looked back up at you, a smirk setting in her features. her head tilted.
"if you're not having fun, wanda, i can give you something fun to do," you took a step closer to her, closing the gap between you. enough to be intimate but not enough to become an h.r. problem. thus far.
the sadness from the "breakup" lasted about a week. then, you finally looked up at natasha during one your team project meetings and saw dark circles under her eyes you knew were not from overworking. you knew she had an intense skincare regimen to make it look like she slept a full eight hours even if she had spent all day in the office and all night rutting her strap into you. her tired, sad eyes and weak smile were evidence that she was devastated from the split too. and that realization brought you into a rage. a rage you hastily relayed to wanda. wanda let you feel sad the week prior and let you feel angry then, too. she listened to your rants that often ended up sounding a lot more like declarations of love, but always told you you were right and that natasha was an idiot. it was exactly what you needed.
in the third week, you had a calmed down a bit. every time a reminder of natasha or something she did or said or liked or didn't like came up, it would send you on another tirade but you were moving on! you just needed to get it all out of your system. one night, you and wanda were watching black swan on her couch and your thighs clenched together when natalie portman and mila kunis started making out. three weeks without sex shouldn't feel like a long time, but natasha had used sex as a way to blow off steam after a tiring day at work just as much as she used it as a show of passion. so, you were used to sex on a regular basis. natalie portman's heavy breathing and moaning was not helping you out here. thus began wanda's joking that made you grumble but quickly transitioned into teasing touches with soft fingertips and condescending flirtations that made you whine for all different reasons. when you came on wanda's tongue that night, you thought maybe you had blown off all the steam you needed in that release and finally gotten the redhead out of your system. wanda was exactly what you needed.
"were you this much of a brat for natasha at all these parties?"
her name landed like a slap to the chest, briefly taking you aback and stealing your breath, but you steeled yourself. "i don't want to hear her name right now, thank you."
"don't act like you're not turned on by the fact that she could look over any minute and see us this close. you don't think i know you invited me here to get a rise out of her?" wanda retorted.
"i don't know what you're talking about," you scoffed.
wanda chose to ignore your indignation. "i certainly hope you get it. you're a handful," she muttered that second part.
"so are you gonna fuck me or not?"
"i will. but you'll wait for it." she took a strand of your hair and twirled it in her finger.
it's a shame a pretty woman like wanda couldn't distract you from the sound of natasha's velvet voice ordering "one red and one white, please. thank you, sir." besides your little game with natasha, company parties had one other consistency: the bar was always free. it was a lesson in self restraint for many young employees. a show of stinginess for older employees who refused to tip in the absence of payment. natasha, ceo of the company, dropped two fifty dollar bills in the tip bucket sitting on the bar. natasha dropped a fifty for every drink she requested at the company parties.
she had a habit of doing that sort of thing - carelessly overpaying, flaunting her money around, not because she wanted anyone to know she had it, but because she really just didn't care for it. it used to make you swoon. every time she dropped her heavy black credit card down on the corner table hidden in the back of a restaurant. every time a wire was sent to your bank account when you were out with your friends. every time a package mysteriously appeared outside your door holding lingerie, every book by some author you mentioned twice, a dress in the color she said she liked on you, a white noise machine after you said the city was sometimes too loud for you to sleep, a vibrator with instructions to wear it on your next date, or three bottles of her favorite wine from italy while she was on a business trip. now, it just seemed pretentious enough to roll your eyes -- a habit she always hated. something she tried to spank out of you every time you did it.
so of course, her gaze found you.
"y/n, good to see you! i hope you're enjoying yourself," she greeted cheerily but you could see the edge in her words when she glanced over at wanda.
"i am." you decided to take one out of her book by hardly looking at her.
"you must be wanda, right? i'm natasha. i've heard so much about you." natasha turned her attention to wanda.
wanda smiled innocently, "is that so? i didn't realize you were so close with the ceo, y/n."
you held back a laugh because pretty brunette was the only one outside the joke. wanda knew how close you and natasha were. natasha knew that wanda knew. it had been a fight to convince the ceo that you should be able to tell one friend about your little affair. you didn't think it was fair that her driver and doorman and cleaner and chef and assistant were all privy to your secret relationship while you couldn't tell a single soul. so after feeling like you were losing a never-ending battle, you bat your eyelashes and kissed down her body and ate her out until she couldn't say anything but a sleepy, breathless "yes" when you asked one more time during post-sex cuddles.
natasha smiled tightly, "i try to get to know all my employees."
wanda hummed. "and do you work here as well?" she asked, directing her attention to the brunette to natasha's right. their arms were interlocked in a comfortable ease that made you suspect the physical intimacy was nothing new to them. you took a sip of your whiskey ginger and felt a burning in your chest. from the alcohol, of course.
the brunette chuckled, "no, no. i'm just an old friend of natasha's from school."
"amanda is also too humble. she's a pediatrician at nyu langone hospital," natasha's eyes flickered to watch your expression.
"how impressive" was your reaction. it truly was impressive but that made it all the more agitating to admit. she's beautiful and smart and successful and exactly natasha's age and she can hold onto her arm without her career blowing up.
"y/n is in our business development department. she's been working on a big project to expand our market capitalization," natasha explained to amanda.
"very nice! i see you're keeping my friend here in business," amanda commended you with a graceful smile. she really is perfect.
out of the corner of your eye, you could see wanda dramatically downing the remaining ounce of wine in her glass.
"would you like another? sir-" natasha started.
"no, thank you, natasha. we are actually going to start heading out," wanda replied. she tried to hide her smirk when you whipped your head towards her in surprised glee. you failed to hide your expression and natasha saw.
"oh, are you sure? it's still quite early." natasha's eyes were on you even though wanda would be the only one to entertain further conversation, if only to keep you waiting just a second longer.
"yes, unfortunately, we have a prior commitment to attend to. it was a lovely party," wanda explained however mendaciously. she took your glass into her free hand, "i'll go put these down. meet me by coat check, babe."
you appreciated how petty wanda could be. the pet name drew a blush from you and a subtle tick in natasha's eyebrow. wanda turned on her heel without so much as a final goodbye to natasha or amanda. you realized after a seconds too long pause that you had been watching wanda leave right in front of your ex ceo.
"i- i'm going to coat check," you stuttered before gaining your composure. "it was nice to meet you, amanda. have a good night," you farewelled, trying your best to keep your eyes off of the redhead.
"you too, y/n," amanda smiled a perfect toothy smile. she is infuriating.
"see you on monday, y/n." perhaps it was just your ego in the moment, but it seemed like natasha might be panicked by the idea of you going home with wanda. you and wanda had a past that she was well aware of. your friends with benefits situation wasn't new. it existed longer than you had known natasha and clearly, it would exist past her as well. so maybe you had invited wanda tonight to get a rise out of her. it worked, didn't it?
the line for coat check was nonexistent given the night had only just begun with coworkers starting to feel the light effects of their first drinks. wanda reached you just as you tipped the worker handing over your's and wanda's jackets. october had brought in a light chill that couldn't be denied once the warmth of the sun had vanished for the day. wanda's leather jacket provided much more protection to the cold than your light blazer, but you had a double shot of whiskey and hot attraction on your side so maybe you would be just fine.
"ready, babe?" she winked at you with a devious smile that held multitudes.
"she's going to murder me on monday because of you," you lamented.
"oh, don't think about what she's going to do to you on monday. don't you wanna know what i'm going to do to you tonight?" wanda spoke lowly into your ear, reaching for the faux leather in your hand.
for now, you could forget the hidden traditions you made with natasha at these parties. you could pretend she wasn't looking at you from across the room when she should have been moving on to mingle with other colleagues and low-level employees. you could pretend you weren't anticipating how she would look at you on monday, whether it would be a longing, everlasting glance as she strutted to her office or an angry, jealousy-ridden stare that made goosebumps cover on your skin. you could look at wanda and her dark brown hair and beautiful body and perfect eyes and know you were in for a good night. and maybe one good night with a friend could be enough.
y/n has gotten really into healing their inner child
natasha thought this would be an independent project until she saw a plush dog on the bed with a note that said “for when yelena and fanny aren’t here <3”
for natasha’s birthday, y/n blew up balloons, decorated with streamers and banners and got noise makers and those little party hats in all fun colors
y/n made a day out of decorating their shared room with pictures of their friends and avengers family because y/n thought natasha kept the walls too “plain and boring”
natasha always rolled her eyes at y/n but she secretly loved it
