Hi there! I'm Rin and welcome to my blog! I'm perpetually sleepy and run on iced americanos and cold brew. I'm in my early 30s but my blog is SFW for the most part (any post that is 18+ will be properly labeled and tagged). Feel free to read my Carrd to know a bit more about me!
I write WandaNat fics (no reader-insert fics, sorry!) and go by maxespurr on AO3 but sometimes I write stuff on Tumblr too.
I have an 18+ side-blog where I reblog and write mature fics if you want to follow that.
Because I'm incapable of writing in second person. For as long as I've written fanfiction, I've always written in third person. I can barely write in first person. Writing in second person perspective doesn't make sense in my brain.
What made you start shipping WandaNat?
The deleted jacket scene from Age of Ultron. Something awoke inside of me the first time I watched it, and I've shipped them ever since.
Forever upset that Marvel never explored their relationship more considering they were the only females in the group and came from similar backgrounds.
We deserved a WandaNat tag team fight scene. We deserved scenes of Natasha taking care of Wanda and vice versa. We deserved heart-to-heart conversations between them 😔
Natasha or Wanda?
Wanda, although Natasha is a very close second.
Who is in your profile pic?
Naoto Shirogane. She's from Persona 4, one of my favorite video games :)
What does "fukanouna" mean?
In Japanese and in simple terms, it means "impossible".
Do you use other social media platforms for your writing besides AO3 and Tumblr?
I have a Twitter under the same handle as my Tumblr but it's not used to post any stories.
I do NOT have a Wattpad, so if you come across my stories or my handle over on that site, please let me know immediately because it's definitely not me. I've had negative experiences with Wattpad from fandoms I used to be a part of due to plagiarism and inconsiderate dumbasses impersonating as me.
How do you like your coffee?
Straight black. No sugar or milk. Sometimes, I like to order a mocha, but if it's brewed coffee or a cold brew, I don't want anything in it ☕
Warning: Nat has a Penis, 18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Natasha gives into Wanda's temptations and the two of them indulge in each other's bodies.
Words: 1484
A/N: Read part one HERE. I recommend reading it first. Not proofread, I'm too sleepy.
Please enjoy!
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"Friday, implement a temporary do-not-disturb protocol. No one is able to contact me or Wanda Maximoff for the next twenty-four hours unless the world is literally on the verge of cataclysmic destruction."
"Understood, Agent Romanoff. Protocol enabled and is now active."
Natasha stopped in front of Wanda's door. She used her credentials to override the lock and force herself in. The moment she stepped into the room, Natasha immediately locked eyes with Wanda, who stood across the room at her desk, seemingly looking through some documents. Wanda looked surprised to see her, but her lips soon quirked up in an amused smile.
"I wasn't expecting you to cave in so soon considering how long you've been running from me," Wanda teased. Natasha said nothing as she re-enabled the lock on Wanda's door and strode over, which caused Wanda's brow to quirk up in amusement. "Seems like someone is very eager to-"
"Wanda. Shut up."
Natasha grabbed the back of Wanda's neck and pulled her into a hungry kiss, which Wanda returned with equal fervor. She slid her hands down Wanda's sides, passing her hips, and grasped the back of her thighs to pick the younger woman from off the floor, propping her on the edge of her desk. Wanda spread her legs for her, instantly pliant, and Natasha felt the intense throb in her sweatpants growing. She tugged at her lower lip in warning before she slipped a hand under Wanda's skirt and pushed in two fingers to the knuckle with very little resistance, only met with wet arousal and slick, pulsing heat surrounding her fingers. Wanda choked out a sob and rolled her hips to chase after her fingers when she'd pull out, the brunette's hands grasping her shoulders for some semblance of stability while in a lustful daze.
"Jesus, Wanda. You're so wet, you're dripping off the desk," Natasha whispered huskily, watching the way her fingers disappeared inside of Wanda with every push. When her thumb brushed her clit, Wanda reached down to palm her length through her sweats to tease her before pushing them down halfway to free her cock for her. Natasha practically growled when she finally felt Wanda's soft hand pumping her, practically rutting against her fist.
"I need you inside me. Now. I can't wait any longer, Natasha. Please," Wanda begged against her lips. It was almost insane how those words alone made Natasha close to coming. She guided Wanda's hands to wrap around her neck before she lined the tip to the younger woman's glistening entrance. Natasha groaned as she pushed the head inside and got a taste of the delicious heat, with Wanda whimpering, begging her for more.
Natasha gripped Wanda's hips and fitted her entire length with a single rough thrust, her entire torso shuddering from the intense heat enveloping her cock to, jaw slack as a loud moan erupted from her throat
Wanda dug her fingers into her shoulders and threw her head back, unabashedly crying out Natasha's name at finally being filled. The younger woman looped her arms around Natasha's neck and pulled her close so that their bodies were flush against each other. Natasha responded by burying herself into the crook of Wanda's neck, resting her hands flat against the desk on either side of Wanda, and began relentlessly thrusting her hips against Wanda's. The desk creaked and slammed against the wall with each thrust, leaving no doubt to anyone who happened to pass by Wanda's room what was happening inside these walls. With bent knees and an angled thrust, Natasha felt Wanda reach her high and squeezed tightly around her, causing her to groan from the tightness. She tried to pull out, but Wanda crossed her legs behind her back, keeping Natasha's cock hilted inside her pussy.
"I want it. Please, Natasha. Inside." The words stumbled out of Wanda's lips messily while she rolled her hips to ride out her orgasm but to also bring Natasha to her own climax. Like a feral dog in heat, Natasha snapped her hips over and over until she finally reached her own high, chanting Wanda's name as her hips slowed and pumped her insides full of her cum.
But even after Natasha was sure the last drop left her cock, she refused to pull out, staring down at Wanda's sweat, disheveled state, and felt herself throb. "I hope you know… that I'm not even close to being done with you," Natasha murmured, tone dripping with want. She watched the way Wanda's tongue darted out and licked her lips, causing her cock to throb again.
"I'm aware, Natasha Romanoff… We were far too dressed though." Natasha felt her breath hitch in her throat as she watched Wanda pulled her top over her head and unclasped her bra, tossing the garments across the room. If she wasn't already breathless before, Natasha was definitely breathless at the sight of seeing Wanda's breasts out in full display for the first time since the shower incident that started all of this.
Her mouth watered.
Natasha hurriedly discarded the rest of her clothes from her body and carried Wanda to her bed.
The next several hours became a blur of sex, moans, and Wanda.
In her single-minded lust-filled daze, she lost count of how many times she came inside of Wanda, whether it was deep inside her pussy or down her throat. When they needed a break because Wanda was oversensitive, Natasha's lips and tongue explored every part of Wanda's body, leaving marks where she wanted to claim. There were moments where Wanda rolled on top of her to straddle her for the sole purpose of leaving her own marks, which Natasha allowed. It was these moments that she allowed Wanda to dictate the pace. Whenever Wanda was ready for another round, Natasha was more than ready to stuff her full so she could feel that delicious heat again.
Eventually, Natasha knew they had to stop. Wanda's desire equaled hers, but her stamina did not. Wanda reluctantly agreed, and Natasha helped her to her bathroom so they both could shower off the sweat and the sticky mix of their combined release on their skin. That being said, when Wanda kissed her and wrapped her hand around her cock the moment the showerhead turned on, Natasha could not resist taking the brunette from behind and filling her one last time for the night.
(She learned that Wanda really enjoyed fucking in the shower because they stayed there for another hour.)
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"…And just so you know that I poured my whole heart and soul into this English breakfast. You'd be surprised to know that it was a hit with the rest of the team!"
"That sounds impressive. Genuinely."
Natasha was on the phone with Tony, the only one to call her since the protocol expired. The insufferable genius called her to inform her that he made breakfast for everyone, but whether or not it was actually delicious as he claimed was something she would have to try out for herself.
The problem was actually leaving the bed to have said breakfast. It was very difficult when a particular witch was sucking her off while she was on the phone.
"I'm sure the sex was mind-blowingly amazing, I'm sure it was, but don't blame me for cold eggs and sausages."
Natasha's eyes rolled back when Wanda took the entirety of her length and felt the tip hit the back of the younger woman's throat. She shakily cleared her throat. "You don't need to wait on us, Tony. We'll deal with reheating leftovers when we go downstairs."
Tony howled with laughter. "Alright, you damn rabbits. Finish having your fun, but don't forget to eat! Can't have you both wasting my precious cooking."
"Will do, Tony." Natasha hung up and shuddered when she locked eyes with Wanda who was in the middle of licking the pre-cum from her head. "Someone's impatient."
"I'm grumpy that Stark woke us up," Wanda said flatly. She stroked Natasha a few more times before hovering above her and lining up the tip with her entrance before slowly sinking down on her cock. Natasha groaned and steadied Wanda by the hips while the brunette languidly rolled her hips with Natasha fully inside her. "Do I really need to eat the food Stark cooked?"
Natasha sat up to take a nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue till the nub hardened in her mouth. She loved the way Wanda's eyes fluttered shut when she moved to tend to the other. "You don't have to. I'll eat your portions for you. You need to eat something though."
"I promise I will." Wanda rolled her hips faster, bluish-green eyes glazed over with desire. "But do you mind if I have you first?"
Natasha licked her lips and kissed Wanda while giving her a sharp, upward thrust.
"Not at all, Maximoff. Not at all."
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A/N: To those who have been waiting for this part after months, I'm so sorry! I hope this was a filthy yet welcoming treat and was worth the wait. Thank you for reading and enjoy the rest of 2024
Summary: Steve wonders why Wanda is walking funny and why Natasha thinks it's funny.
Word Count: very short
A/N: I wanted to write something before Pride month ends (it's still the 30th for me at the time of posting this). I miss writing WandaNat (writing in general tbh), so here y'all go!
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When Steve walked into the kitchen, he noticed the way Wanda was walking around. He quietly noted the way her steps were a mix of a hobble and lump as she moved from the toaster to the fridge to grab some cream cheese for her bagel. Meanwhile, Natasha sat at a nearby table sipping on a cup of coffee and reading an actual, physical newspaper.
"Hey, Wanda. Mornin'. Are you okay? You're walking kind of strange," Steve asked as he stood in front of the Keurig machine that was beside the toaster. Wanda flushed at his question.
"Oh. Um. I'm alright!" Wanda said cheerfully, almost too cheerfully. "I'm just... sore."
Natasha snorted.
"From training with Romanoff?" Steve followed up for clarification while coffee dispensed into his mug. "Was she too rough on you or something?"
Wanda coughed a few times then cleared her throat, having some difficulty focusing on evenly spreading cream cheese on her bagel. "Y-You can say that."
Natasha snorted again, but Steve threw a concerned look in her direction. "Romanoff, you don't need to always go so hard on Wanda during training."
"No need to get your spandex all twisted in a knot, Rogers. Wanda's fine. Besides." Natasha smirked into her mug. "She can take it all in."
Wanda choked on her orange juice.
"Whoa. Are you sure you're okay, Wanda?" Steve questioned with genuine sincerity.
"Y-Yes, I am! I promise. Please do not worry about me, Steve. And, um, excuse me while I have my breakfast in my room."
While Wanda hobbled away with her bagel and glass of juice in band, Steve eventually shrugged it off and made himself toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon. He joined Natasha at her table.
"Do you think Wanda is okay?" Steve asked the redhead.
"Oh, Steve. It's honestly adorable how oblivious you are," Natasha cooed, patting a large bicep of his.
"What do you mean?" Steve raised a brow as he took in a big gulp of coffee.
Natasha mirrored him and raised a brow of her own, smirking.
"If I may be frank, the reason why Wanda is walking like that is because I used a new toy on her last night. And if you really need another clue, let's say that the toy I used on her is very similar to what you have between your legs, only bigger and harder."
Steve immediately spat out his coffee and turned bright red, Natasha's laughter echoing in the kitchen space.
Summary: Steve wonders why Wanda is walking funny and why Natasha thinks it's funny.
Word Count: very short
A/N: I wanted to write something before Pride month ends (it's still the 30th for me at the time of posting this). I miss writing WandaNat (writing in general tbh), so here y'all go!
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When Steve walked into the kitchen, he noticed the way Wanda was walking around. He quietly noted the way her steps were a mix of a hobble and lump as she moved from the toaster to the fridge to grab some cream cheese for her bagel. Meanwhile, Natasha sat at a nearby table sipping on a cup of coffee and reading an actual, physical newspaper.
"Hey, Wanda. Mornin'. Are you okay? You're walking kind of strange," Steve asked as he stood in front of the Keurig machine that was beside the toaster. Wanda flushed at his question.
"Oh. Um. I'm alright!" Wanda said cheerfully, almost too cheerfully. "I'm just... sore."
Natasha snorted.
"From training with Romanoff?" Steve followed up for clarification while coffee dispensed into his mug. "Was she too rough on you or something?"
Wanda coughed a few times then cleared her throat, having some difficulty focusing on evenly spreading cream cheese on her bagel. "Y-You can say that."
Natasha snorted again, but Steve threw a concerned look in her direction. "Romanoff, you don't need to always go so hard on Wanda during training."
"No need to get your spandex all twisted in a knot, Rogers. Wanda's fine. Besides." Natasha smirked into her mug. "She can take it all in."
Wanda choked on her orange juice.
"Whoa. Are you sure you're okay, Wanda?" Steve questioned with genuine sincerity.
"Y-Yes, I am! I promise. Please do not worry about me, Steve. And, um, excuse me while I have my breakfast in my room."
While Wanda hobbled away with her bagel and glass of juice in band, Steve eventually shrugged it off and made himself toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon. He joined Natasha at her table.
"Do you think Wanda is okay?" Steve asked the redhead.
"Oh, Steve. It's honestly adorable how oblivious you are," Natasha cooed, patting a large bicep of his.
"What do you mean?" Steve raised a brow as he took in a big gulp of coffee.
Natasha mirrored him and raised a brow of her own, smirking.
"If I may be frank, the reason why Wanda is walking like that is because I used a new toy on her last night. And if you really need another clue, let's say that the toy I used on her is very similar to what you have between your legs, only bigger and harder."
Steve immediately spat out his coffee and turned bright red, Natasha's laughter echoing in the kitchen space.
Hi, do you have the part 2 of the Kuinann fanfic Vandalize My Heart? I loved your story and now I'm hooked
Awww thank you so much! I'm so happy you enjoyed my KuiAnn fic. I haven't written part 2 yet, though it is outlined! I've just been busy with life, especially studying for a career change, and putting fanfic writing on the back burner was a result.
I still plan on writing part 2, I don't know when though. If you'd like, I can tag you whenever it's up!
You’re welcome! It’s tricky because some of the Korean fan artists don’t always put tags or captions when posting on twt. I’ve done (poor) translations from the artist before so I recognized their art style :)
Summary: Waking up to Natasha are moments Wanda treasures the most.
Words: 470
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Wanda woke up to Natasha still fast asleep and curled up against her.
It didn't happen every morning. Natasha was a busy woman after all, and Wanda understood that. If it wasn't Fury or Maria keeping the redhead busy, she'd be off with Steve or Sam on some mission.
Natasha wouldn't return to the compound until late at night. At first, when she was sure Natasha would be returning, Wanda would stay up (or at least, she'd try to) until Natasha came to her room because she wanted them to fall asleep together. But Natasha insisted Wanda didn't have to wait for her. Wanda protested stubbornly in the beginning, saying she'll promise not to fall asleep while waiting anymore, but eventually she realized that Natasha felt guilty for making her wait for her. Natasha was already working hard to complete whatever assignments were assigned to her as quickly and efficiently as possible so she could return to Wanda. Not wanting to be a burden, Wanda no longer waited for Natasha.
At first, it felt lonely. The bed felt bigger, colder, and emptier. Then, Wanda became used to it.
Because she would wake up to Natasha as a pleasant surprise, like today.
Wanda smiled as she watched Natasha sleep soundly, her breathing soft and steady. She shifted closer to the older woman, her heart full of happiness and longing at the same time. It was small moments like this morning that Wanda was thankful for.
Natasha's eyes slowly fluttered open at the small movement and met Wanda's ocean-green eyes. A tired smile curled on the spy's lips, her voice low and raspy. "Good morning, beautiful."
"Good morning to you too," Wanda said back, her smile widening. "Sorry if I woke you. I didn't mean to."
"Nah. You know I don't mind if it's you. You're better than a cup of coffee."
Wanda giggled as Natasha threw an arm over her waist and pulled her closer to the point where the tips of their noses brushed against each other. "Liar. You're heavily addicted to coffee. "
"Hey, that isn't true," Natasha huffed as her hand slid down to rest on the small of Wanda's back. "I can stop whenever I want. but I can't stop my daily dose of Wanda Maximoff."
"So you're saying you're addicted to me," Wanda teased and gingerly cupped the other woman's face with one hand.
"Astute observation, Maximoff. I want to add that it's a healthy addiction."
"Mmm, I guess I can let this addiction slide."
"As your superior, I order you to give me a pass."
Wanda rolled her eyes then laughed as she leaned in to kiss Natasha, fully pressing herself against her lover as she treasured another morning together.
As long as Natasha was by her side, Wanda felt like she could face the world.
Warning: Nat has a Penis, 18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Natasha is holding herself back. Little does she know that Wanda already knows and decides to give the redhead an incentive...
Words: 934
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Natasha was alone at the gym in the Avenger Compound, in the middle of unleashing a flurry of punches at a large punching bag.
It was past four thirty in the afternoon, an odd hour to be training. Most of the Avengers that lived in the Compound either did their training during the early hours of the morning or in the dead of night. These days, Natasha preferred to train alone. The cause to the shift in her training schedule was frustrating, with only herself to blame.
It started when she came across Wanda showering in the locker room after a rough morning of cross-country training from Steve. Wanda heard her come in (they were the only girls on the team so it was easy to guess it was Natasha) and asked her to get her a towel. When Natasha returned with a freshly cleaned and dried towel, Wanda shut off the shower head and stepped out of her shower cubicle, her bare self fully exposed for Natasha's eyes to drink in. It was the first time she ever saw Wanda naked and almost instantly, Natasha felt her cock twitch in her pants, and it was only getting harder. Wanda asked her what was wrong, but Natasha said nothing and quickly excused herself.
That was a week ago.
Every time she saw Wanda, her body had a strong response to the young witch's presence. Natasha became distracted every time they were within proximity of each other. The head on her shoulders could not focus on anything else because the head between her legs could only think about being buried deep inside Wanda. It got to the point she had to actively avoid Wanda if Natasha wanted to get any semblance of work done.
She knew that Wanda noticed the shift in her behavior. After all, Natasha was making no effort in hiding the fact she'd leave the room whenever Wanda walked in. Natasha would make eye contact with the young woman for five seconds and she could feel whatever pants she would be wearing at the time to suddenly feel tight. It was incredibly frustrating that her body was reacting like a hormonal teenage boy, and she couldn't stop it.
Natasha finished her workout panting heavily, beads of sweat sliding down her face.
Her body felt hot, and she knew it wasn't because of exercise.
She wondered how much longer she could last before she would break.
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"Goddammit. I don't understand how the hell Tony built this damn compound without a working dishwasher. It's been a week already," Natasha muttered to herself while slowly going through the massive pile of dishes in the sink (she was going to have a talk with Sam later).
"Need some help?"
Natasha froze.
She turned to her right to find Wanda standing beside her, a small towel in hand. The moment their eyes met, Natasha felt her cock throb in her sweatpants. She wanted to get away and privately relieve herself, but her sense of responsibility and not wanting leave Wanda with the pile of dishes won over her desire to leave.
Natasha tried to hide her growing erection by having the leg closest to Wanda positioned a bit forward, praying the brunette did not notice. "Sure, I could use help drying."
Wanda nodded and took a plate from Natasha.
They stood beside each other and silently went through the stack of plates, silverware, and coffee mugs. Natasha wondered why Wanda wasn't saying anything else considering this was the first time they've spoken to each in over a week.
When she handed Wanda the last of the dishes, Natasha turned off the faucet and hastily dried her hands. "Thanks for your help, Wanda. I'm-"
Wanda cut her off and backed her against the counter, placing her hands on either side of Natasha and trapping her.
"You're not running away again, Natasha. I won't let you."
"W-Wanda, wait...!"
But Wanda didn't listen. She pushed her pelvis against the older woman's.
Natasha shuddered at the contact and swallowed back a moan. She could tell she was fully erect, and it was impossible for Wanda to not feel it herself.
"Did you really believe I didn't notice the reason you've been avoiding me?" Wanda spoke in a low whisper, eyes never leaving Natasha's packing pair. "This... lively thing?" She traced the full length of Natasha's erection, starting from the base and slowly making her way up to the tip.
Natasha gritted her teeth and gripped the counter with such force her knuckles turned white when Wanda began stroking her through her sweatpants. She felt something burning, something primal, welling up deep inside of her. It had been growing this past week and was about to burst at the seams when Wanda pulled away. Natasha, in a lust-filled haze, could only stare dumbly as the brunette walked away.
Then, Wanda looked over her shoulder at Natasha and lifted up her skirt: she had no panties and her pussy glistened with arousal.
"If you're done running away, come to my room and this will be yours."
Wanda let her skirt fall and left the kitchen while Natasha was still reeling and processing what just happened. Each second that passed, her willpower crumbled, and her reasoning was thrown out the window.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Natasha knew it was a bad idea to mix work and sex, but the thought of finally getting Wanda under her and having her way with her overpowered any rational thought she had left as she finally took a step forward towards Wanda's room.
Warning: Nat has a Penis, 18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Natasha is holding herself back. Little does she know that Wanda already knows and decides to give the redhead an incentive...
Words: 934
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Natasha was alone at the gym in the Avenger Compound, in the middle of unleashing a flurry of punches at a large punching bag.
It was past four thirty in the afternoon, an odd hour to be training. Most of the Avengers that lived in the Compound either did their training during the early hours of the morning or in the dead of night. These days, Natasha preferred to train alone. The cause to the shift in her training schedule was frustrating, with only herself to blame.
It started when she came across Wanda showering in the locker room after a rough morning of cross-country training from Steve. Wanda heard her come in (they were the only girls on the team so it was easy to guess it was Natasha) and asked her to get her a towel. When Natasha returned with a freshly cleaned and dried towel, Wanda shut off the shower head and stepped out of her shower cubicle, her bare self fully exposed for Natasha's eyes to drink in. It was the first time she ever saw Wanda naked and almost instantly, Natasha felt her cock twitch in her pants, and it was only getting harder. Wanda asked her what was wrong, but Natasha said nothing and quickly excused herself.
That was a week ago.
Every time she saw Wanda, her body had a strong response to the young witch's presence. Natasha became distracted every time they were within proximity of each other. The head on her shoulders could not focus on anything else because the head between her legs could only think about being buried deep inside Wanda. It got to the point she had to actively avoid Wanda if Natasha wanted to get any semblance of work done.
She knew that Wanda noticed the shift in her behavior. After all, Natasha was making no effort in hiding the fact she'd leave the room whenever Wanda walked in. Natasha would make eye contact with the young woman for five seconds and she could feel whatever pants she would be wearing at the time to suddenly feel tight. It was incredibly frustrating that her body was reacting like a hormonal teenage boy, and she couldn't stop it.
Natasha finished her workout panting heavily, beads of sweat sliding down her face.
Her body felt hot, and she knew it wasn't because of exercise.
She wondered how much longer she could last before she would break.
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"Goddammit. I don't understand how the hell Tony built this damn compound without a working dishwasher. It's been a week already," Natasha muttered to herself while slowly going through the massive pile of dishes in the sink (she was going to have a talk with Sam later).
"Need some help?"
Natasha froze.
She turned to her right to find Wanda standing beside her, a small towel in hand. The moment their eyes met, Natasha felt her cock throb in her sweatpants. She wanted to get away and privately relieve herself, but her sense of responsibility and not wanting leave Wanda with the pile of dishes won over her desire to leave.
Natasha tried to hide her growing erection by having the leg closest to Wanda positioned a bit forward, praying the brunette did not notice. "Sure, I could use help drying."
Wanda nodded and took a plate from Natasha.
They stood beside each other and silently went through the stack of plates, silverware, and coffee mugs. Natasha wondered why Wanda wasn't saying anything else considering this was the first time they've spoken to each in over a week.
When she handed Wanda the last of the dishes, Natasha turned off the faucet and hastily dried her hands. "Thanks for your help, Wanda. I'm-"
Wanda cut her off and backed her against the counter, placing her hands on either side of Natasha and trapping her.
"You're not running away again, Natasha. I won't let you."
"W-Wanda, wait...!"
But Wanda didn't listen. She pushed her pelvis against the older woman's.
Natasha shuddered at the contact and swallowed back a moan. She could tell she was fully erect, and it was impossible for Wanda to not feel it herself.
"Did you really believe I didn't notice the reason you've been avoiding me?" Wanda spoke in a low whisper, eyes never leaving Natasha's packing pair. "This... lively thing?" She traced the full length of Natasha's erection, starting from the base and slowly making her way up to the tip.
Natasha gritted her teeth and gripped the counter with such force her knuckles turned white when Wanda began stroking her through her sweatpants. She felt something burning, something primal, welling up deep inside of her. It had been growing this past week and was about to burst at the seams when Wanda pulled away. Natasha, in a lust-filled haze, could only stare dumbly as the brunette walked away.
Then, Wanda looked over her shoulder at Natasha and lifted up her skirt: she had no panties and her pussy glistened with arousal.
"If you're done running away, come to my room and this will be yours."
Wanda let her skirt fall and left the kitchen while Natasha was still reeling and processing what just happened. Each second that passed, her willpower crumbled, and her reasoning was thrown out the window.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Natasha knew it was a bad idea to mix work and sex, but the thought of finally getting Wanda under her and having her way with her overpowered any rational thought she had left as she finally took a step forward towards Wanda's room.
Warning: Nat has a Penis, 18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Natasha is holding herself back. Little does she know that Wanda already knows and decides to give the redhead an incentive...
Words: 934
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Natasha was alone at the gym in the Avenger Compound, in the middle of unleashing a flurry of punches at a large punching bag.
It was past four thirty in the afternoon, an odd hour to be training. Most of the Avengers that lived in the Compound either did their training during the early hours of the morning or in the dead of night. These days, Natasha preferred to train alone. The cause to the shift in her training schedule was frustrating, with only herself to blame.
It started when she came across Wanda showering in the locker room after a rough morning of cross-country training from Steve. Wanda heard her come in (they were the only girls on the team so it was easy to guess it was Natasha) and asked her to get her a towel. When Natasha returned with a freshly cleaned and dried towel, Wanda shut off the shower head and stepped out of her shower cubicle, her bare self fully exposed for Natasha's eyes to drink in. It was the first time she ever saw Wanda naked and almost instantly, Natasha felt her cock twitch in her pants, and it was only getting harder. Wanda asked her what was wrong, but Natasha said nothing and quickly excused herself.
That was a week ago.
Every time she saw Wanda, her body had a strong response to the young witch's presence. Natasha became distracted every time they were within proximity of each other. The head on her shoulders could not focus on anything else because the head between her legs could only think about being buried deep inside Wanda. It got to the point she had to actively avoid Wanda if Natasha wanted to get any semblance of work done.
She knew that Wanda noticed the shift in her behavior. After all, Natasha was making no effort in hiding the fact she'd leave the room whenever Wanda walked in. Natasha would make eye contact with the young woman for five seconds and she could feel whatever pants she would be wearing at the time to suddenly feel tight. It was incredibly frustrating that her body was reacting like a hormonal teenage boy, and she couldn't stop it.
Natasha finished her workout panting heavily, beads of sweat sliding down her face.
Her body felt hot, and she knew it wasn't because of exercise.
She wondered how much longer she could last before she would break.
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"Goddammit. I don't understand how the hell Tony built this damn compound without a working dishwasher. It's been a week already," Natasha muttered to herself while slowly going through the massive pile of dishes in the sink (she was going to have a talk with Sam later).
"Need some help?"
Natasha froze.
She turned to her right to find Wanda standing beside her, a small towel in hand. The moment their eyes met, Natasha felt her cock throb in her sweatpants. She wanted to get away and privately relieve herself, but her sense of responsibility and not wanting leave Wanda with the pile of dishes won over her desire to leave.
Natasha tried to hide her growing erection by having the leg closest to Wanda positioned a bit forward, praying the brunette did not notice. "Sure, I could use help drying."
Wanda nodded and took a plate from Natasha.
They stood beside each other and silently went through the stack of plates, silverware, and coffee mugs. Natasha wondered why Wanda wasn't saying anything else considering this was the first time they've spoken to each in over a week.
When she handed Wanda the last of the dishes, Natasha turned off the faucet and hastily dried her hands. "Thanks for your help, Wanda. I'm-"
Wanda cut her off and backed her against the counter, placing her hands on either side of Natasha and trapping her.
"You're not running away again, Natasha. I won't let you."
"W-Wanda, wait...!"
But Wanda didn't listen. She pushed her pelvis against the older woman's.
Natasha shuddered at the contact and swallowed back a moan. She could tell she was fully erect, and it was impossible for Wanda to not feel it herself.
"Did you really believe I didn't notice the reason you've been avoiding me?" Wanda spoke in a low whisper, eyes never leaving Natasha's packing pair. "This... lively thing?" She traced the full length of Natasha's erection, starting from the base and slowly making her way up to the tip.
Natasha gritted her teeth and gripped the counter with such force her knuckles turned white when Wanda began stroking her through her sweatpants. She felt something burning, something primal, welling up deep inside of her. It had been growing this past week and was about to burst at the seams when Wanda pulled away. Natasha, in a lust-filled haze, could only stare dumbly as the brunette walked away.
Then, Wanda looked over her shoulder at Natasha and lifted up her skirt: she had no panties and her pussy glistened with arousal.
"If you're done running away, come to my room and this will be yours."
Wanda let her skirt fall and left the kitchen while Natasha was still reeling and processing what just happened. Each second that passed, her willpower crumbled, and her reasoning was thrown out the window.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Natasha knew it was a bad idea to mix work and sex, but the thought of finally getting Wanda under her and having her way with her overpowered any rational thought she had left as she finally took a step forward towards Wanda's room.
