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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
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
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.)
---
"…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
brainrot is real and dangerous! This time it manifested in the idea of an enemies to lovers WandaNat AU in which sorority president Wanda and fraternity president Natasha simply can't stand one another, but Nat finds Wanda's weakness and exploits the fuck out of it. I'm planning to write more of them so I hope you all love these sillies in their enemies phase! P.S. if you know why I named this AU what I did, you're a real one 💖
Seven Things AU. masterlist :: Natasha lives to annoy Wanda so naturally, she plans the Spring Barbeque Night on the lawn of Wanda's sorority without asking and counts down the seconds until she comes down to complain
wc: 4k cw: 18+ only, minors DNI. warnings are clearly labeled, please don't add community filters. sorority!Wanda x fraternity!Natasha. smut. oral (n receiving). strap on sex (w receiving). cum strap. copious insults/hate sex. rough play/manhandling. overstimulation. degradation/humiliation. nat has a seriously filthy mouth and calls wanda lots of names. internal discussions of aftercare.
Wanda hated Natasha Romanoff.
She hated her messy red hair and the cocky way she walked around campus, how unshakably full of herself she always was, no matter how much of an asshole she was being any given moment. And she was constantly an ass, a chronic headache from the first day Wanda met her last year…
Currently Wanda hated Natasha’s heavy boots kicking her knees apart each time she moved them together even an inch.
“You want to get off on sucking my dick so bad, it’s pathetic.” Nat couldn’t stop her long groan and didn’t want to, grip tightening in Wanda’s loosely curled hair as she inched her strap further down the other girl’s throat.
If someone told her last month she’d have the most annoying girl she knew knelt in front of her like this, Natasha would’ve laughed them off; they could barely coexist in a room for more than a few minutes without one of them going off on the other.
They’d found a compromise in fucking each other speechless; mostly Wanda who, for all her holier-than-thou attitude towards the other woman, found herself repeatedly powerless for hidden quickies with Natasha.
Wanda could only claw at Natasha’s thighs, any possible harm dulled by the denim jeans Nat didn’t bother removing. She’d add how stupidly brutish Nat was to her ever-growing list of grievances if it didn’t turn her on so damn much.
The moment the fabric of her harness brushed Wanda’s cheek, they both shivered.
“I’m gonna assume no one’s managed to fuck this pretty mouth of yours this deep yet,” the redhead ground her hips against Wanda’s face slowly, letting her head roll back against the door, willfully ignorant to any discomfort the girl before her endured, “or maybe you’re too much of a bitch for anyone else to bother trying.”
Natasha let up and Wanda growled, disgusted gaze glaring daggers at her tormentor. “You don’t have anyone else to screw with, or have all the girls in town grown tired of your womanizer routine?”
“Fuck’s sake, shut up.” Shoving her forward was all too easy with Wanda caught off guard, burying her tip at the back of her throat so roughly Wanda gagged. Nat drove her hips back and forth at a brutal pace, laughing at the brunette’s sputtering, “That’s it, choke on my cock…”
The two were both too stubborn to break eye contact, Wanda’s wide green eyes watering with embarrassment and Natasha shamelessly getting off to her struggle.
She fucked her steadily, both hands now fisted in Wanda’s hair, the poor girl’s face growing pinker every second as she fought to hide just how much being used like this turned her on. It was no use, the sticky mess of the sorority president’s lip gloss and spit leaving kisses on her fraternity counterpart’s harness, sending Wanda into a dizzying frenzy of arousal that wrenched in the pit of her stomach- and lewdly dripped onto Natasha’s boot.
Oh how Natasha wished her phone wasn’t discarded on Wanda’s nightstand; she’d give anything to have photo evidence of their university’s golden student drooling on her strap and trying desperately to rub herself on her laces. “I bet if I shot a load down your throat you’d cum on the spot… wanna try?”
Nat finally let Wanda take a breath, yanking her away in favor of taking the thick toy in her hand, tapping the head onto the brunette’s already waiting tongue as she nodded desperately. She hadn’t bought this toy for anyone particular, never got much use out of it until she stumbled into Wanda’s secret a few weeks ago; now it was quickly becoming her favorite possession.
An accidentally perfect object to drive Wanda insane.
“Are you gonna let us keep our party on your lawn?”
The question snapped Wanda back to attention, suddenly aware of Natasha’s ulterior motives. There was a strange pang of hurt she felt, only for the briefest of seconds, to know what she was being used for, but it quickly morphed into keen anger. “Absolutely not! Go camp out with someone who actually likes you.”
“Stubborn bitch,” Nat muttered, knocking Wanda backwards. She was unsteady enough for her back to hit the floor with a painful thud, wincing as she met the hard wood of her bedroom. Admittedly, maybe that was a little too harsh, Natasha’s hand reaching out to inspect the girl before she caught herself, remembered who they were to one another, and her originally thoughtful touch became a slap for Wanda’s calf.
In an instant she was kneeling, dragging Wanda’s strawberry printed pajama shorts off to get a good look at her handiwork. They were still new to one another, having only really fallen into rage-fueled quickies, this was Natasha’s first time seeing the full effect she had on Wanda and damn if it wasn’t more intoxicating than all the beers she’d drunk tonight combined. “Pretty mouth and pussy, no wonder I’ve heard you’re good to fuck around with.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, doing her best to tamp down how hot she felt being openly inspected like this, ignoring the sparks she felt as Natasha’s hands parted and pawed at her bare thighs. “Don’t be gross, you pass yourself around more in one weekend than I’ve done my entire life.”
“So I know what I’m doing, Maximoff. Don’t forget I almost made you cum without a single touch just now.” If she cared enough Nat would’ve asked her how many people she actually had been with. Wanda had a reputation for being a tease of epic proportions, flirting cruelly with no intent of following through or, if you’re lucky, getting you off, but for as much gossip Nat heard, she couldn’t think of anyone who could say they’d slept with her.
In truth, the girl was picky, refusing to let anyone get farther than she thought she’d enjoy just as much as they did. Unfortunately Natasha not only met that standard, but rose far above it— the only reason she tolerated her insufferable nature each time they ended up like this. “But I didn’t finish, so get on with it. You’re already starting to bore me- ow!”
The last thing Wanda expected was a slap, stinging and wet, between her legs.
“Whenever you speak, you bore me, but I’m still here…” Her strap slid through the other girl’s cunt effortlessly, the weight of it offering the barest bit of much needed friction, but where Wanda raised her hips, Natasha held them down.
When the tip rested at Wanda’s waiting entrance, the shallowest of motions left her biting her lip to keep from begging. She couldn’t admit how badly she wanted this, how intensely she fought not to wrap her legs around Natasha and take the whole of her all by herself, to sate the persistent empty feeling she’d had since Nat pulled their hips together down on the lawn… “And you’re only here to get the answer you want so go ahead, try and convince me.”
Nat was too selfish to give Wanda time to adjust, pushing inside inch by inch while the girl below her gasped and balled her fists at her sides, too arrogant to grab onto Natasha’s stupid toned arms. But bottoming out felt like mutual heaven and as Wanda felt that cool, rough denim rub under her thighs, she gave in and let her legs clamp about her waist.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” Nat muttered, drawing out slowly just to surge forward, quickly setting a pace so brutal Wanda couldn’t hope to keep up. “Would’ve let you use your fingers before if I’d known…”
“N-No,” Wanda shook her head, eyes fluttering closed. She hated having to get this from someone she couldn’t stand, body betraying her in the presence of the person she wanted to be miles away from, but she forced her brain to submit along with the rest of her, taking her pleasure in a world where Natasha wasn’t a daily thorn in her side.
She needed to feel overwhelmed, overtaken, out of control— Natasha was the only person bold enough to give her what she was after. And she planned to use it to her full advantage. “No? Does perfect princess Wanda need to be fucked like a filthy slut?”
The woman was a mess of moans, doing her best to ignore Nat until calloused fingers gripped her jaw and yanked her back to reality. “Open your eyes, I want you to watch me fuck you dumb.”
When their eyes met again, Wanda’s pupils were blown wide, flushed cheeks pinched together under Nat’s grasp, “I asked you a question, answer me or I’ll leave you here and let everyone outside know you’re locked in your room with your fingers deep in your tight cunt, dreaming of my dick.”
Natasha really wished Wanda wasn’t so fucking pretty with her breathy pants and tousled hair framing her face like a halo; it made sex so much harder not giving the girl exactly what she wanted. “Just fuck me, Romanoff. You have a party to get back to.”
“I do? So you’ll let us stay?” Wanda nearly threw a fit when Natasha stopped again, the thought of being denied twice in one night enough to leave her whining. She was someone people rarely said no to, things simply fell into place for her as she wished, but challenging, thick-headed Natasha… dealing with her was akin to rolling a boulder single-handed.
“Yes, yes fine! Keep your crappy party! Let me cum and you can stay the night for all I care-“ Her eyes were wide open now, focused enough to take in Natasha’s shit-eating grin before she pounded into her once more, faster and more determined now that she’d won.
The redhead never had trouble in bed, satisfying whoever she fell into bed with effortlessly; she was reluctant to admit it’d grown repetitive. So when she ran into a drunk and mopey Wanda stumbling down the hall of her fraternity a few weeks back and cornered her with intention to mock her nighttime walk of shame, Natasha was morbidly curious to hear her confess how sexually unsatisfied she was with such plain honesty.
She couldn’t have predicted Wanda ever being in her room, much less sprawling on her bed like she belonged there and bemoaning her plight. “Is it so hard to just cum on my face? You’d think they’d be excited, but nooo all I get is ‘are you sure that’s what you want?’ Of course I’m sure!”
Natasha was so rarely speechless, but of all possible statements, she’d never expected that one.
Maybe they wouldn’t have happened if Wanda’s guard wasn’t lowered by alcohol. If Natasha hadn’t been standing at the foot of the bed in gray sweatpants that so poorly hid the strap she’d been packing, matching sports bra showing off her toned stomach while she proudly proclaimed she’d have no issue granting Wanda what she was after. If Wanda hadn’t crawled across the mattress to Nat and kissed the taut skin right below her navel before taking those cotton pants between her teeth and pulling, staring Natasha down with a ferocity she never imagined would make her feel anything but a primal rage-
But that night played out as it did and now they were here, another evening spent indulging each other in acts they couldn’t ask of anyone else.
Wanda didn’t announce how close she was, didn’t give Natasha the satisfaction of knowing just how good of an orgasm she’d given her— the woman above her still knew. She’d heard Wanda cry out for her before and she’d already come this far: Natasha wouldn’t stop until she had Wanda begging. “You’re supposed to say thank you when I’m nice to you.”
“In your dreams, playboy.”
Fighting words were routine, but the glob of spit landing on Natasha’s cheek colored her vision red. For a moment, the tension in the air felt too thick, bedroom eerily quiet as Nat’s grip flexed into the plush thighs spread before her, clenched jaw only accentuating her dangerous glare. Maybe Wanda would be afraid if she hadn’t hit the exact nerve she’d aimed for.
“Brats like you never behave for long, huh?” Dragging Wanda across the floor, Natasha rammed into still recovering sex, cupping the back of her knee and forcing her leg into her chest while the other stayed trapped against the wood. The new angle was deeper than Wanda had ever been treated to and her choked sob alone almost made up for Natasha being spit on.
Almost.
“Always such an insufferable… ungrateful…” She grumbled, losing her train of thought as her focus dropped down, suddenly fixated on the now drenched toy at her hips stretched around Wanda’s tight hole, ever growing mess close to dripping onto her ass.
Wanda wasn’t new to people staring at her, most days it boosted her already impressive confidence levels, but the way Natasha watched, always sizing her up like prey to be hunted and devoured, that was different. When she wasn’t looking at her with apathy it was contempt, anything to remind Wanda she wasn’t infallible as she thought she was, but this —Natasha so obviously getting off to her, so desperately rocking her pelvis against Wanda’s whenever she bottomed out in search of friction— made the brunette feel craved.
“What’s the matter, run out of insults?” Nat hadn’t noticed her mouth hanging open until it felt dry, snapping out of her lustrous thoughts to lick her full lips. Seconds from verbal retort, she decided on a better course, one equally as selfish as Wanda’s earlier orgasm: she could very easily knock the girl down some much needed pegs while making it worth her time.
“Just wondering how a spoiled little cumslut like you thinks it’s in your best interest to mouth off.” Wanda didn’t have time to be taken aback, Natasha’s sudden change of angle driving her round tip into that elusive spot deep inside over and over; she cursed her drunken self babbling to her rival that she was the only person, including herself, to find it.
“Shit, Romanoff, slow down-!” She thought for sure Natasha wouldn’t remember, had her pegged as the type of lover who had to learn everything over each time, but no, Nat was the opposite and now she knew too much.
“Shut your mouth and play with your tits.” The command was blunt, powerful enough in its delivery that Wanda didn’t question, shaky hands sliding under her shirt while she struggled not to finish her second time unexpectedly early.
She was slow in her touches, too slow for Natasha’s energetic pace, and the loose cotton fabric hid the view; two things Nat instantly got tired of. “Get your damn shirt out of the way, and I don’t want any of your silly shy shit- I told you to play with them.”
Wanda would kill Nat if she ever told a soul she whimpered, would deny having clenched around Nat in response to her exerting control… still she wrenched her shirt over her head as quick as she could and her hands flew back to her chest. She forced her eyes to stay open, smugly committing the sight of Natasha panting in time with her thrusts, light green eyes glued to Wanda’s fingers teasing her dusty pink nipples into hardness.
“You’re such a creep, I bet you’ll be jerking off to this for weeks,” she mumbled, pinching the sensitive peaks between her thumb and forefinger, moaning louder than intended as she matched Natasha’s motions.
Nat huffed, couldn’t bother denying that yes, she would definitely be thinking about Wanda spread wide open and touching herself for a long time. Her partner would to, though, mind wandering to Natasha ordering her around next time she found herself alone and needy.
Wanda made the mistake of watching Nat’s tongue swipe over her lips, traitorous brain wondering what the smooth muscle would feel like instead of her chilly fingertips, how warm and wet her mouth would be if she ever dared to suck—
This time when the dam broke, she was too distracted to censor herself, back arching and body trembling uncontrollably. If Nat’s focus had lapsed for just two seconds she would’ve missed Wanda utter her name, soft and breathy, syllables stuttered as if she pronounced it for the first time. “Aww poor princess, was that too much for you?”
“Go fuck yourself…” The words were weak, embarrassingly so, and Natasha didn’t hesitate to laugh at her attempt.
“Already working on it, smartass,” Nat didn’t falter for a second through Wanda’s second high, meeting wave after wave as the girl finally stopped pretending she didn’t want this just as much and raised her hips with each thrust.
The redhead had long since made a mess of her own underwear, sticky wetness coating the base of her strap to aid her now desperate grinding into Wanda, rubbing her neglected sex against the textured silicone. She wouldn’t last much longer, not when Wanda insisted on mewling so maddeningly, freshly manicured nails digging into Natasha’s sides as she fought overstimulation.
“You’re being too rough-!” Wanda couldn’t stand the sound of her own voice knowing once again it was Natasha who’d rendered her so vulnerable, but this was always her favorite part, being used and treated so carelessly; the thing she and Nat never properly talked about, but knew she needed.
“But I’m so close, don’t you want me to stuff your pretty little cunt?” Nat taunted, bending over so she could kiss Wanda’s temple. “I think you’ve almost been a nice enough fuck tonight to earn it.”
“God, just do it!” Nat was humping against her so hard it hurt, but then the dull sting ebbed in place of a new sensation -two deft fingers rolling over her swollen clit- and Wanda could only briefly process she was well and truly done for before her mind melted away.
“So demanding for someone so needy… try asking nicely.” Fortunately for Natasha’s rapidly approaching orgasm, Wanda didn’t have it in her to fight anymore, submitting with a barely audible please. “Please what, you know what I wanna hear.”
Wanda could slap herself for being so weak later, maybe when she took a shower and realized how she actually loved being made to beg so helplessly. “Please Natasha, please please, I want you to cum in me!”
“Good girl, there’s those perfect manners,” Nat came with a series of grunts, jerkily rutting while she filled Wanda like she’d been thinking of doing since she stomped out of her house and tried to break up their party.
She’d been so angry, shouting and pointing her finger in everyone’s faces, treating her and her friends like they were rowdy kids. The others mumbled apologies, deferring to Wanda like the figurehead she decided she was, but Natasha loved a challenge, especially one she’d planned on having after purposefully planting themselves on the sorority lawn. Nat wasn’t scared of Wanda, not before this arrangement and certainly not after; now she knew exactly how to fix any argument that popped up.
When Natasha finally pulled out, there was a dampness to the front of her shirt and jeans and again, she wanted to reach over for her camera. Instead she settled for sliding her hands to where Wanda was red and oh so wet, abused hole fluttering as their combined arousal leaked out. It seemed a shame to let it go to waste on the floor, two fingers collecting what’d escaped and, much to Wanda’s exhausted surprise, pushing it back in.
“I’m too sensitive for that…” Twisting away was futile, Natasha still firmly planted between her thighs. She had half a mind to kick her until she saw Nat’s free hand angling her cock down, painting Wanda’s lower half with thick ropes of cum while her thumb nudged her hardened bud, and dull throbs of new arousal twisted her stomach into cramps. “Stop-!”
The pleasure in it was fleeting, the pain of exhaustion winning out, but it wasn’t until she sobbed pitifully that Natasha finally glanced up at Wanda’s anguished face and backed off. “Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine…” Wanda refused to entertain the idea that any bit of Nat’s concern was real; if she dwelled long enough, she’d ruin her afterglow with too many conflicting thoughts. It didn’t matter if the redhead actually cared anyways, her touch, now slowly smoothing over Wanda’s sore hips, started to burn as Wanda came back to her senses. “Just get your hands off me, idiot.”
Natasha could’ve pushed and maybe if it was someone she was supposed to care about she would’ve, but her worry swerved towards brushing off Wanda’s rejection, defaulting back to what they did best: hate each other. “A greedy whore and a squirter, probably a crier too if I bed you on the right day… better hope your secrets are safe with me, princess.”
Her heart dropped thinking about her sex life becoming the latest gossip, but she could only feebly push her away, head twisting to the side just so she could look anywhere but Natasha and her insolent self. “Well you’ve got to have some kind of funny story to tell everyone when you go back the party. I know you’re always low on those.”
Eventually she managed sitting up, stretching out her back and arms, inadvertently giving Natasha one last unobstructed view of her before retrieving her discarded t-shirt and putting it back in place. “Or you could crack open another beer and share how you drool like a baby every time you see my tits, that’s a conversation starter for sure.”
Needing a soft surface for her now aching body, Wanda clumsily climbed into bed, unceremoniously using Nat’s shoulder to lean on as she maneuvered. True, Natasha tended to kiss and tell, but something about doing the same to Wanda felt wrong, at least to be as detailed as she typically was. Maybe it was just the pride she got from being the only person Wanda’s actually fucking; she wanted to keep that for herself.
“Could always come back downstairs with me and we’ll tell them together.” Natasha didn’t need much clean up, zipping her jeans back and standing awkwardly next to Wanda’s now prone form. Neither of them knew how to handle the ‘after’ yet, Nat’s tendency to check in on even her most casual of partners always ignored by Wanda who knew she’d undoubtedly needed that care but couldn’t stomach the possibility of being one in a string of partners.
So they avoided it as much as possible. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’d ever be seen anywhere with you, playboy.”
Wanda felt a different kind of yearning just then, one that dared her to give Nat the option to stay and her cheeks flushed all over again. Her solution was rolling over until her back was to Natasha, steeled herself to stay that way until she was left alone.
Nat sighed, long and audibly irritated, pondering the pros and cons of offering to do something together up here, a calm, private thing where she could sate that instinct to watch over Wanda without explicitly doing just that… but it’d require admitting she wouldn’t mind hanging out with Wanda and she did not want that.
“Sorry, I should’ve said if you wanted to take a night off of being an impossible bitch, you can actually try to enjoy yourself.”
The door closed behind her and Wanda could breathe again, flopping onto her back and staring at the ceiling. She felt empty and not only between her legs; unfortunately for Wanda, Natasha was no longer around to take her frustrations out on. “Stupid asshole..”
Eventually her night ended dangerously close to feigning some illness to lure Natasha’s attention back when she fell asleep and Nat’s, uncharacteristically leaving her party alone with the excuse of having forgotten her phone on the Wanda’s nightstand. She certainly didn’t use the opportunity to see Wanda again, surveying her sleep before pulling a blanket over the brunette’s shivering form.
I bought wifi to read this on my flight and I do not regret it. They’re so messy and stubborn and rough and hot, but Nat’s softness at the end was so cute.
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: Smut (it's just fingering in the kitchen lol) ,18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Natasha comes over to the Maximoff household to pick up Wanda and the boys. While Billy and Tommy get ready upstairs, Natasha is unable to keep her hands to herself and Wanda is unable to resist.
Set on Earth-838
Words: 1012
A/N: This fic features the same 838-WandNat from my other fic Disconnect but with less angst :) A holiday fic if you squint hard enough.
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"Mom! Auntie Nat is here!"
Wanda turned around to face her boys who were preoccupied with squeezing the life out of Natasha, the sight bringing a smile to her face. "Natasha! Perfect timing. I just finished baking all the pies," she greeted while untying her apron and hanging it up. She eyed the older woman's outfit for the evening and involuntarily swallowed when she found Natasha handsome in a black blazer and white hoodie and tight denim jeans.
It was a killer combo that made Wanda weak.
Natasha noticed the way Wanda was staring at her and smirked. She'd be lying to herself if she didn't find Wanda's domestic look attractive. The brunette's hair was tight up in a messy bun with some strands fallen out of place while the sleeves of a familiarr red and black checkered flannel were rolled up to her elbows. "Three pies? You really outdid yourself," she commented while Wanda packed the pies into their own individual cardboard box.
"Well, the holiday gathering is going to be bigger than last year from what Dr. Richards told me." Wanda looked down at her pies proudly then turned to her boys. "Billy. Tommy. It's time to get ready."
"Okaaaaay," Billy answered obediently and headed to the foot of the stairs.
"Mom, can I bring my Switch to the party?" Tommy looked up at her with puppy eyes.
Wanda gave him a playful, light knock on the head before planting a kiss on his forehead. "No, but if you behave at the party, I can ask Dr. Richards if you and Billy can play in the VR room."
Tommy's eyes brightened and cheered with a loud 'whoo!' before dashing up the stairs after his brother.
Wanda chuckled then began placing all her pans into the sink to let them soak. She felt Natasha follow after her and could already feel the redhead had something up her sleeves.
"Need help with anything?" Natasha offered, nodding towards the pile of dishes. Wanda shook her head.
"I spent all afternoon baking. I'll worry about washing tomorrow. But you can help with something else," Wanda proposed as she pressed herself against Natasha, a hand slipping to gently grasp the back of the older woman's neck to guide her closer for a kiss. She could feel Natasha smirk against her lips as they kissed and shuddered when wandering hands settled on her hips.
"By the way, is that my flannel?"
This time it was Wanda's turn to smirk. "It's mine now. You left it here last time you were over. It's very comfortable so I don't have any plans on giving it back."
Natasha pulled away slightly and clicked her tongue. "Is that so?"
"It is so. I'm sure you don't have a problem with that since it's not the first time you've let me have your-- Natasha!" Wanda hissed when she realized Natasha unbuttoned her jeans with a hand already slipping beneath her underwear. She whimpered when she felt fingers already toying with her clit. "Don't...! The boys are upstairs, and I still need to get ready!" Wanda bit down on her lower lip when Natasha slid a finger inside of her, failing to stifle her moans.
Natasha hummed, clearly unbothered as she slipped another finger inside of Wanda, the latter gasping and one hand clutching at her jacket. "I guess I'll have to make this quick," she remarked then leaned into Wanda's ear to whisper. "Shouldn't take long since you were already soaked before I touched you. Were you expecting this?" Wanda whined in response, which Natasha took as a yes and found incredibly cute, making her want to ruin Wanda more.
Wanda's free hand gripped the kitchen counter tightly when she felt Natasha pumping her fingers even faster. She no longer had control of her body, with her lips parted and clear moans spilling out as Natasha drove her over the edge. It was when the spy's deft fingers pulled out of her to rub at her clit that Wanda finally came, shuddering violently against the older woman. Her hips twitched involuntarily when Natsha pulled out and felt another throb between her legs as she watched Natasha tasted her from her fingers. Both knew there was no time for another round, but Wanda relaxed against the other woman feeling spent but content.
"Next time, let me take you out for a weekend. Just the two of us. I'll take you out for dinner and we can explore the city," Natasha brought up suddenly, her clean hand affectionately combing through Wanda's hair. Wanda had never seen the former Avenger looked so nervous before. "I... want you to know I'm serious about you. You and the boys."
Wanda couldn't stop herself from smiling, her heart swelling with happiness. "Maybe for New Years?"
"But what about Billy and Tommy?"
"I'll ask Maria if they could celebrate at her place" she proposed. "It's been a while since the boys have played with Monica, so I'm sure they'd be excited to see her."
"You're sure?" Natasha asked again. Wanda chuckled in amusement and leaned in to kiss the spy's cheek.
"I'm sure. After all, I'm serious about you too, Natasha Romanoff."
Wanda managed to sneak off into her bedroom before her boys found her in her disheveled state. When she stood at the top of the stairs, Billy and Tommy were talking animatedly about what VR game they wanted to play later while Natasha cooly tucked her hands into the pockets of her blazer. Wanda was wearing the faux red wool coat that Natasha gifted her for her birthday this year, and she smiled when she saw Natasha's expression brightened at the fact she was wearing the coat.
Natasha offered to drive them. The boys eagerly helped carry the pies into her sports car. Once Wanda locked the front door, she saw the way Natasha adored Billy and Tommy and the way her boys looked up at her with equal adoration.
Wanda couldn't help but feel how lucky she was to have those three in her life.
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