Overstimulating Wanda. Tying her up until she can't possibly close her legs, her hands restrained to the headboard while she looks up at you with wide eyes. Holding a vibrator to her clit until she's cum so many times she's nearly boneless from the effort. Asking her questions while she's begging you to give her a break, chuckling when her words slip into an incoherent, babbling mess. Swiping your fingers through her arousal and bringing them to her lips, telling her that she has to clean up the mess that she's made. And no, you won't be stopping anytime soon; she's been so good for you, doesn't she deserve a reward?
I know I talk a lot about kink on here, but there's is something to be said about slow, loving sex with your partner.
I'm thinking of a quiet evening in the fall, the sun setting and leaves colorful outside. Maybe even a crisp breeze making the trees sway outside your bedroom window.
It starts off as slow, nothing other than kisses and cuddling so tightly that it feels like your body and Wanda's have merged together. Hands moving slowly but with purpose, to her hips and up her sides, tangling with her hair. Her hands gripping the back of your thigh as you throw your leg over hers, her lips breaking for air as she mouths at your neck.
"So good," she whispers. "So good for me, sweetheart."
Turning until you're on your back, her body slipping between your open legs, her tongue softly sliding against yours as fingers trail slowly down your stomach, and then a little further.
"Wanda, baby, please."
Her fingers slip inside you, a moan trapped between your lips. She pumps steadily, your arousal making it frictionless, the palm of her hand grinding into you until your hips buck involuntarily. It doesn't take long for you to cum, your hands gripping her as she guides you through it, your head buried in her neck.
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Wanda is miserable.
She throws herself into work, leaving her phone face down on her desk, so she doesn’t impulsively check it for messages. Not that she gets any, or at least from the one person she wants them from.
Her coworkers don’t comment, but she catches Steve giving her worried looks every so often. Agatha even brings her a package of cinnamon tea, leaving it on her desk when she thinks Wanda isn’t looking. It’s sweet of them, and it certainly makes her heart just a little less heavy.
Natasha had seemingly taken her ultimatum seriously, giving Wanda the space that she’d asked for. She knew she asked for it, but it still majorly sucked.
Several times already, Kate had to talk her down from sending a text to her girlfriend. She’d started taking Wanda’s phone from her in the apartment, making her leave it in the kitchen to charge overnight so she wouldn’t be tempted to send a late-night text. She’d been spending a lot of time with her roommate, and by proxy, Yelena.
The blonde didn’t seem to mind, her demeanor as cheery as ever.
“Don’t be silly, Wanda Maximoff,” she’d said one evening in her thick Russian accent, her fork full of macaroni. “You are not a bother. I like to spend time with you and Kate Bishop.”
“Does she always say your full name?”
Kate smirks at her as Yelena lets out a noise in protest, her cheeks bulging from the amount of macaroni she’d shoveled into her mouth. The woman really liked it, evidently.
As enjoyable as the time spent with Kate and Yelena was, Wanda had decided to try things solo in the city, especially on weekend nights. She knew she was encroaching on their couple’s night time, so she took it upon herself to take herself on solo dates.
So far, she’d been to the Space Needle - an experience as exhilarating as it was terrifying - as well as the Pike Place Market. She’d refused to stand in the long line for the Starbucks Reserve. It was closing soon, and tourists flocked to it like it was the last Starbucks they’d ever see.
Tonight, she was going to the zoo.
Presenting her ticket, she was ushered through the door. On a cool Friday night, there were plenty of couples strolling around. Wanda tried not to let her heart clench with sadness at the sight, determinedly making her way to the first exhibit that caught her eye.
There was a new exhibit, housing a Red Panda, just barely two years old. Wanda leaned against the railing, her eyes taking in the way it slowly ambled across a log. God, it was so cute. Checking the sign, she learned that her name was Ginger.
The little creature moved slowly, not a sense of urgency in her steps. She lazily batted at her half-full food dish, before making her way back to a tree and nestling comfortably on the branches, in perfect view for the people watching her.
Smiling, Wanda watched her for a few more minutes before turning to head further into the zoo. She’d seen something about a grizzly bear exhibit, and checked the directions before heading towards it.
As she rounded the corner into the bear exhibit, a flash of red hair caught her eye. Wanda paused, the bear forgotten momentarily, her chest suddenly feeling quite heavy. The woman turned, her face round and soft, nothing like Natasha’s sharp jaw and piercing eyes.
Shaking herself slightly, Wanda turned towards the enclosure, forcing thoughts of her girlfriend out as she caught sight of the bear.
“Cute, isn’t he?”
Wanda startled slightly, turning her head, a zookeeper smiling at her as he came to join her at the railing. The man positively exuded passion, his eyes excited as he rambled on.
“He’s a rescue; his mother sadly passed away, and one of the local animal rescue agencies that partners with us found him as a cub. He’s grown up quite pampered with us. He’s got 12,000 square feet of space, with a swimming area just over there. There’s glass right up next to the water, so when he takes a dip, you can even see him swim!”
Wanda doesn’t quite know what to say. The zookeeper doesn’t seem to mind.
“During his feeding times, the public can watch. We also do training with him for the public. Sadly, those were in the afternoon, but if you ever come back, you should totally try to catch one of them. He’s definitely got a personality.”
“I can see that,” Wanda finally says, smiling as the bear uses one of the large trees to scratch his back. There’s a child giggling as they watch, and Wanda finds it wholly endearing.
“Let me know if you have any questions; I’ll be in this exhibit for the rest of the evening,” the zookeeper says, before giving her a bright smile and walking towards a group of teenage boys, starting his spiel all over again.
Wanda slowly made her way through the zoo, skipping the butterfly garden. She didn’t care how much Kate made fun of her for it; butterflies are scary. They’re spastic; they fly all around her with no true sense of direction, and she can’t help her heart racing every time she’s near one.
She spots a cute lesbian couple near the shark exhibit, and promptly turns around. Her heart twists slightly, but she continues on.
Now is not the time to dwell on Natasha.
—
Natasha’s staff know better than to approach her when she’s in a bad mood. But this time is different. The woman has only been taking online meetings, either through video chat or phone, and refuses to let anyone into her office.
She doesn’t seem angry, though. That’s the most worrisome part of it.
“Ms. Romanoff, there is someone here-”
“Not today,” Natasha says, barely looking up as she passes by the front desk. She still looks put together, but her normally sharp eyes are trained on the floor, a slightly pensive expression on her face.
Two blonde employees share a look before turning back to her.
“Tell whoever it is that I’m only taking phone and video appointments this week,” Natasha instructs, finally looking up, offering them a tight smile. It’s brief, dropping from her lips the moment she passes by them.
There’s not much they can do but nod their assent. That is how the rest of the week goes, Natasha slipping past the front desk silently, her office door closed until she leaves.
Her employees try not to gossip, but it’s inevitable.
What is wrong with Natasha Romanoff? And how can they fix it?
Natasha has never been happier to own a private gym. It’s the only thing that takes her mind off of Wanda once she’s home for the evening.
She’s in the middle of a rear delt cable exercise, frustrated at the lack of response from Nicole. She’d texted the woman, even tried to call her, but to no avail. She’s never been ignored like this, but Natasha thinks it's because she knows what is coming.
There’s no other option. Natasha can’t lose Wanda; that’s a fact. She just wishes it wasn’t taking so much goddamn time to get a hold of her first and only domme.
Her phone buzzes, and the cable clangs against the machine as Natasha releases it, her eyes locked on the screen. Her heart jumps for a moment in anticipation before she reads the name.
Sighing, she answers it.
“Yelena-”
“Let me talk,” comes her sister’s voice, unusually serious.
“Is it Wanda? Has something happened?” Natasha’s mind starts racing, and she has half a mind to drive over to her girlfriend’s apartment that very instant.
An annoyed sigh comes from her phone. “What part of ‘let me talk’ was unclear, Natasha?”
“Ah, yes. I’m listening.”
She presses her lips together, pacing around the gym.
“I don’t know what is going on. Kate Bishop has been very tight-lipped, and Wanda Maximoff is distracting herself in any way possible,” Yelena begins, her accent bleeding out in the way it does when she’s frustrated. “What did you do, сестра? Did you break up with her? Because you are all moody and reclusive, and your girlfriend barely looks me in the eye anymore. Did you break her heart? I know you are my sister, Natasha Romanoff, but I swear to god I will drive over there right now to beat your ass if-”
“Okay,” Natasha interrupts her, finally taking a seat. Her heart rate is slowed slightly, now that she knows Wanda isn’t in any immediate danger. “I didn’t break up with her. She… gave me an ultimatum.”
There’s silence on the other end of the line. Then, “What sort of ultimatum?”
That’s the hard part. Natasha hasn’t told anyone, except Wanda, about her past relationship with Nicole. If you could even call it that. It was more of an on-and-off dom/sub dynamic, but one that Natasha had desperately needed. Now, though, the only woman she could possibly think of being with is Wanda.
“It’s a bit complicated.”
“Holy fucking shit, just tell me, сестра.” Yelena draws out. Natasha can imagine that she’s thrown her head back in annoyance, some of her inner brattiness seeping into her tone. It’s very reminiscent of their childhood, and Natasha almost cracks a smile.
“Before I met Wanda, I was sort of with this woman, just for sexual purposes. But that woman found Wanda and said some pretty hurtful things.”
“You’re omitting a lot of information, Natasha. I can tell.”
Natasha lets out a frustrated sigh. “Fine, she basically said that I would always come running back to her once I’m finished with Wanda. Which won’t happen, by the way, but it was still very upsetting for Wanda to hear. She basically said it was either Wanda or her. I’ve tried to call her, but she won’t respond to me. I want to make it known that things have ended between us, and I never want to see her again. But she won’t fucking respond, and I don’t know what to do.”
“And would you?”
“What?”
Yelena makes an impatient noise. “Would you go back to her? Ever?”
“I-” Natasha is at a loss for words. “No, I- well, I don’t want to. It’s just really confusing. I met this woman when I was young, and she’s been almost like a mentor to me, and-”
“How young?” Yelena interrupts.
“That doesn’t matter, Yelena; what I’m saying is-”
“нет,” Yelena’s voice is firm. “How young? How long had you been with this woman for Wanda to give you an ultimatum? She doesn’t seem like that type of woman.”
“I was fifteen.”
“Natasha. What the fuck.”
“It’s not like that, it was-”
Yelena’s voice comes out loud in her ear, and Natasha has to pull the phone away slightly. “It is exactly like that! That is too young of an age for anybody to start sleeping with you. How old was she? Was she an adult?”
“Well, yes. But I didn’t exactly see a problem with it. I was a willing participant.”
“Natasha,” Yelena’s voice is quieter this time, serious. “You cannot be a willing participant when you are a minor. It is not consensual. That woman, whoever she is, is a predator and a pedophile.”
“Well, I know that now, but I really don’t think she’s-”
Yelena sighs again. “Stop talking, сестра. Would you talk to a 15-year-old in a sexual way? Would you even touch them?”
Natasha’s body reacts before she can think, cringing harshly. “No.”
“So why is it okay for her to have done that? No matter how special she made you feel, or how mature she said you were, it is still wrong of her to do that.”
She doesn’t know what to say. It feels like something in her mind has shifted slightly, an uncomfortable feeling of pure disgust rising inside of her. Every memory she has of her old domme has a sour twinge to it, and she can feel her eyes watering against her will.
“You didn’t know. God, Natasha, 15 years old. How she must have groomed you into thinking it was okay.” Yelena’s voice is soft, and Natasha hates it. She’s not weak.
But the tears won’t stop. The first one rolls down her face, her eyes burning hotly, and she swipes at it before more begin to fall.
“Can you come over tonight?” Natasha hates the way her voice is shaking, her stomach rolling unpleasantly. She has the distinct feeling of revulsion, of her body feeling violated just thinking about the first time she’d met Nicole. The first time the woman had touched her.
The thought forces a heaving sob out of her throat, the sound desperate.
“Please, Yelena?”
“Of course,” comes her sister’s voice, the sound of car keys jingling in the background. “I will be there soon. I’m so sorry, Natasha.”
—
The apartment is quiet when Wanda gets home, the only sound coming from the living room. She can hear the faint noises of TikTok playing, and smiles. Kate and her never-ending doomscrolling.
“Wanda?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” she calls out, slipping her boots off next to the door. She kicks them to the side.
“Can you come in here?”
Right. That doesn’t sound ominous at all. The audio from Kate’s phone has stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Wanda asks, turning the corner to the living room and meeting her roommate’s eyes.
“I don’t know. But Yelena called Natasha and left in a rush. I-” Her roommate looks lost. “I think Natasha is breaking down.”
“Is she okay? Is it about me?” Wanda asks, a guilty feeling worming its way into her chest. She takes a seat on the couch, flopping into the cushions.
“No,” Kate shakes her head. “Yelena was saying something about grooming before she left, so… I think it’s probably about that.”
“Oh,” Wanda doesn’t know what to say. “I should call her.”
Kate practically launches herself across the couch, grabbing Wanda’s phone from her hands. “Absolutely not! She has Yelena; she’s going to be fine, I promise. She just needs to figure her shit out and maybe come to a few realisations while she’s at it. God, you really picked one of the most damaged people in the city to date, didn’t you?”
“Oh my god, Kate,” Wanda rolls her eyes, snatching her phone back and setting it on the couch. “She’s not damaged; she just had someone in her life at a young age who shouldn’t have been there. That’s not her fault.”
“No, I know that, I just,” Kate chews on her lip for a moment. “I just want you to be happy.”
Wanda leans over, grabbing Kate’s hand. “I am happy, Kate, that’s the problem. I’m so fucking happy when I'm with her, and I think I’m-” She stops herself.
“What? You think you’re what?” Kate prompts, her eyes gentle.
“I think I’m falling in love with her.”
“Oh, Wanda.”
She clears her throat, forcing back the swell of emotions that threatens to rise. “Yeah, so. That’s why I gave the ultimatum. I can’t have a woman like that hanging over both our heads. And she definitely can’t be a part of any aspect of Natasha’s life.”
“God, I hate how emotionally mature you are,” Kate says, throwing one of the decorative pillows at her. “Now come here and watch a movie with me. Yelena is gone, so you’ll have to be my cuddle buddy for tonight.”
—
Nicole finally responds. It only took eleven days.
Eleven days of no contact. Eleven days of Wanda coming up with more and more what-if scenarios. Eleven days of Natasha working through internal shame and disgust. Yelena sat with her while they searched for a therapist, telling her it wasn’t embarrassing or weak to work through this with a professional. Eleven days of both Wanda and Natasha waiting for an answer, albeit from different people.
“Hello?” Natasha says, proud that her voice doesn’t tremble. The door to her office is closed, thank god. She doesn’t want anyone to witness the wreck she’s going to be after this phone call.
“Natasha,” a gentle yet commanding voice sounds out on the other line. It fills Natasha with discomfort. She can’t believe she ever found it soothing. “Sorry I missed your calls, dear. I was out of the country doing-”
“We need to talk, Nicole.”
There’s a pause on the other side of the line.
“What is this about?”
Natasha glances at her notes. Yelena had helped her come up with things to say, so she wouldn’t flounder in the heat of the moment.
“We’re done,” she says flatly. “I don’t want to speak to you again. I don’t want to hear your voice or have you in my life anymore. As soon as this call is over, I’m blocking your contact. I know you and my mother are close friends. If she invites us to the same event, I will not interact with you, and I expect the same from you.”
“Is this about your little girlfriend?” The older woman hisses, her voice turning cold.
“No.” Natasha feels a swell of anger rise. She pushes it down as best that she can. “I know you spoke to her, and I know what you said. That was inappropriate, and I won’t have you interfering with my relationship anymore. I don’t want to ever hear from Wanda that you’ve spoken to her or even looked in her direction again. If I need to, I will get a restraining order against you for both myself and Wanda.” She swallows. “I need to focus on my relationship, and my future with Wanda. I’ve already lost so much of my life to you. I won’t let you take this too.”
“Oh, Natasha. You gave me your submission so willingly,” the woman begins, her voice returning to its original sweetness.
“No, I didn’t,” Natasha snaps, gripping her notebook tightly. The paper crinkles slightly. “I was 15; I wasn’t able to give you anything. You took it. This is over, Nicole. I never want to hear from you again.”
She ends the call. Her thumb trembles as she blocks the woman’s number, email, and any social media handles. She’d had her legal team go over any and all information they could find on the woman, and she blocked every way the woman could contact her. She would tell Wanda to do the same. But for now, this is enough.
There’s a restraining order waiting to be filed, just in case. Natasha hopes she never has to use it. That the woman would respect her wishes. She owes her that much, at least.
She’d always thought the expression of weight lifting off someone’s shoulders to be silly, but it’s exactly how she feels. The oppressive self-isolation she’d buried herself under felt lighter, the knowledge that the woman wouldn’t be able to contact her again making her limbs feel almost weightless.
She picks up the phone again, this time clicking on Wanda’s name.
Natasha would call, but she knows her girlfriend is at work. So she types a simple text, hoping it’s enough.
It’s done. She’s gone. We should talk. Dinner at mine? Anytime you’re free. I’ve missed you, Wanda.
summary: Wanda runs into Ms. Winters, and gives Natasha a decision to make.
content warnings: Ms. Winters the groomer, slight angst
word count: 3.6k+
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The next few weeks fly by. Wanda’s job slowly begins to get busier, with more responsibilities being handed to her as she finds her footing. She loves it. The editing process, her coworkers, and Agatha.
The best part about her new job is being included in after-work social activities. Her coworkers’ favorite place to go was a bar just down the street, a dimly lit, speakeasy-style place called Asgard.
Natasha had forbidden her from driving after any amount of alcohol, so she always ended the rare night out by stepping into a sleek black car and smiling at Nick as he drove her back to Natasha’s place.
Sometimes, it seemed that she was spending more time at Natasha’s than at her own apartment. She didn’t really mind, as it seemed like Kate was spending just as much time with Yelena.
Tonight was one of those nights. Although it was a Thursday, her coworkers had decided to walk down to Asgard in celebration of yet another successful publication.
Wanda pulled out her phone as she packed her bag, sending a quick text to her girlfriend.
headed out to the bar with coworkers <3
Be good, Nick will pick you up. I’ll see you at home, Детка.
There was only a slight chill in the air as they stepped out onto the street. Wanda’s new wool coat was draped over her arm, her messenger bag slung over her shoulder.
The speakeasy was warm, the bartenders greeting them with a small smile as they made their way to their favorite couches. There was only a small group of them this time: Agatha, Steve, Wanda, and a few others. America was not old enough to drink yet, a fact that she quite loudly lamented.
“Rio is on her way,” Agatha said offhandedly, setting her purse next to her on the couch, saving the spot.
“How has she been?” Steve asked, a gentle yet genuine smile on his face.
Agatha smiled, her words flowing as she talked about her wife, her fingers absentmindedly twisting her wedding ring. Wanda noticed that she did that quite often, during meetings or when she was deep in thought, or now, as she spoke with a hint of love in her tone.
Wanda’s eyes caught on the ring, her own fingers twitching slightly. She wondered what her own wedding ring would look like.
Oh. Fuck, was she already thinking of marriage?
The bartender interrupted the beginning of her mental spiral, asking if they would all like their usual.
With a dry mouth, Wanda nodded. She decided to take full advantage of the free water pitcher the bartender had placed on the coffee table next to the couches.
“So, Wanda,” Steve began, pouring his own water cup. “How are you enjoying Seattle? You mentioned it was your first time living in a big city.”
“Oh yes, it’s wonderful,” Wanda gushed, pushing the thoughts of rings to the back of her mind. “It seems like I’ll never run out of things to do. My roommate and I have already visited all of the typical tourist locations, and my girlfriend has been insistent on showing me all of the best restaurants around the city. Just last week, actually, we went to this place that served four glasses of wine! And they paired them with like, different types of cheeses; it was interesting.”
“Ah, a flight,” Agatha nods. “I took Rio there one time. Which was your favorite wine?”
Wanda thinks for a moment.
“Probably the blueberry pancake wine. It genuinely tasted like blueberries and maple syrup. It was a bit too sweet for Natasha’s tastes though.”
Agatha quirks an eyebrow, and Steve sits up a bit straighter in interest.
“Natasha?”
“Oh,” Wanda flushes. “Yes, that’s my girlfriend’s name.”
Agatha nods slowly, a small smile on her lips. “And what type of wine does she prefer?”
Wanda makes a slight face, and Steve chuckles.
“She likes white wine, but she does have good taste in it. It’s just not my favorite.”
The bartender returns before they can ask her any more questions, a tray of drinks in his hand. A gin and tonic for Agatha, a beer for Steve, a dirty Shirley for Wanda, and a few other cocktails for her other coworkers.
Another group of people walks in just as the bartender is leaving: a man in a three-piece vest, an older woman with chic streaks of grey in her dark hair, and a younger woman trailing behind them. She looks a bit like a lost lamb, her eyes confident, but her posture giving way to nerves.
“So what does Natasha do?” Agatha asks, her eyes unwavering as she takes a sip of her drink.
“She’s a CEO,” Wanda says, taking a sip of her own drink. She doesn’t know what else to say, so she asks a question of her own. “What does Rio do?”
Steve chuckles slightly, grinning into his glass. Her other coworkers smile, looking at Agatha for her response. The dark-haired woman grins.
“She’s a licensed embalmer. She works with one of the better-known mortuary services in the city.”
“Embalmer,” Wanda diligently does not choke on her drink. “That’s really, um. That’s cool, does she like it?”
Agatha laughs at that, her smile lines deepening. “She loves it. Don’t worry, dear. Most people have quite the reaction when they learn what she does. But my wife has never shied away from discussing it. She’s very passionate about her career, and she always talks about how she likes to be there to care for someone’s loved one in their final moments before a funeral.”
Wanda nods, hoping her flush will recede quickly. “Well, that’s very admirable of her.”
The topic changes soon after, conversation flowing easily.
All too quickly, Wanda’s drink was finished, the ice clinking softly at the bottom of her glass. Glancing back toward the bar, she realised the bartender was currently occupied with another group of people, his hands working quickly to make each custom cocktail. She’d love another drink, but the unfortunate reality of consuming alcohol means it likes to leave the body very quickly.
Pushing the door to the women's restroom open, she barely looks around before entering a stall, the lock sliding into place easily. It’s not until she begins to wash her hands that she looks around at the decor.
She’s admiring the ornate bronze light fixtures when the door opens, the older woman she’d noticed earlier entering. Wanda resumes washing her hands, the hairs on the back of her neck tingling, and she realises the woman hasn’t entered a stall.
Looking up, her eyes meet the woman’s through the mirror. They’re piercing, a deep cobalt blue, and they’re staring right at her.
“Can I help you?” Wanda asks, turning off the faucet and grabbing a paper towel to dry her hands.
“You must be her newest girl,” the woman says. Her voice is measured, her words meant to be cutting. Her eyes don’t leave Wanda’s, even as she twists to toss the paper towel in the trash.
Sighing, Wanda leans against the sink counter, her eyes studying the woman. “I’m not sure I know what you’re referring to. I don’t believe we’ve ever met, and those are quite the bold words from a stranger. Quite a far-fetched assumption, at that.”
The woman’s eyes harden, the line of her shoulders growing rigid. “I’m referring to Natasha, you foolish girl.”
“And once again,” Wanda says, crossing her arms, her own eyes narrowing. “I don’t know who you are, as you have yet to introduce yourself.”
“Nicole Winters,” the woman says, her eyes searching Wanda’s for any hint of recognition.
Wanda knows exactly who she is. It’s nice to finally put a name to the face of the older woman who, in Wanda’s opinion, had groomed Natasha as a teenager and introduced her to the world of kink. Why Natasha continued to stay in contact with her, referring to her as a ‘close friend’, and keeping her in her life was beyond Wanda’s comprehension. Even now, meeting her for the first time, Wanda could already sense the cold waves radiating off of the woman. She didn’t believe in auras, but this woman was exuding nothing but negative energy.
“Natasha is my girlfriend, yes,” Wanda says, keeping her expression carefully blank. She didn’t want to give the woman any satisfaction or recognition. “Given that I’ve not heard about you, Natasha must not deem you important enough to mention. If you’ll excuse me.”
Pushing off of the sink, Wanda makes her way to the door, her path halted abruptly by a strong grip on her forearm.
“I’ve known her far longer than you ever will,” the woman practically hisses. “She was mine first, and she will always come running back to me. Enjoy her in the meantime. I’m the person who made her into what she is today; I hope you remember that.”
Wanda pulls her arm roughly away. Her voice is cold, a slight tremor of anger running through her. “You may have had a significant impact on her, in her teen years, nonetheless,” she all but spits. “But Natasha created her life, career, and persona all on her own. She’s stronger than you’ll ever be, and she doesn’t need you anymore. She deserves partnership, not ownership. I look forward to the day you realise that.”
She doesn’t feel like waiting around to hear the woman’s response, the cutting words on the tip of her tongue having already shaken her internally. Pushing the door roughly, Wanda manually slows her breathing, trying not to let her anger show on her face. She’s a bit surprised that she’s not feeling any anxiety. A few months ago, she would have been sent into a mental spiral of wondering if Natasha truly wanted to be with her or not.
Now, however, she’s just pissed off. Natasha is hers. Not that woman’s.
Pulling out her phone, she sends a quick text.
we need to talk when I get home. i’m not upset with you or anything, but it’s important
The response comes quickly, her phone buzzing just as she reaches the bar. Agatha slides into the spot next to her, waving the bartender over.
I will be up and waiting. What is the topic of conversation?
our relationship and the people who jeopardize it
Wanda slips her phone back in her pocket, her anger causing her fingers to tremble. She doesn’t want to text anything else, for fear of her emotions getting away from her. She feels her phone buzz in her pocket, but she ignores it. She’ll look at it later, once her anger isn’t threatening to boil over.
“You feeling alright, hun?” Agatha’s voice sounds in her ear. The words sound slightly muffled, Wanda’s blood rushing through her head. She takes a few deep breaths.
Offering a smile that is just a tad too tight at the edges, Wanda nods. “Yeah, just ran into someone I’m not the biggest fan of.”
Agatha nods in understanding. “Nothing that another drink can’t help with. What do you say?” Her blue eyes are warm, so unlike the cold, piercing ones that had placed Wanda under scrutiny a few minutes ago.
Wanda nods, a genuine smile replacing the tight one previously on her lips. “Another dirty Shirley for me, then.”
The rest of the afternoon goes smoothly, Wanda relaxing on the couch and sipping her drink as the sun begins to set. The blinds block out most of the outside light, but there are occasional streaks of golden rays that slowly move down the wall as the hour stretches on.
Eventually, Wanda catches a glance of Nicole Winters again. She hopes it will be the last time she ever sees her. The woman is leaving, her grip firm on the arm of the young woman who had entered with her, the man in a three-piece suit trailing not far behind. The young woman doesn’t seem to be in any distress, a serene smile on her face as she walks quickly alongside the older woman.
The door closes. Wanda feels her shoulders slump in minute relief.
She savors her second drink, getting lost in conversation with her coworkers. Rio had appeared at some point, sitting close to Agatha, their thighs touching. Steve was smiling at his phone, and Wanda would bet money that he was texting a certain muscular IT specialist named Bucky.
That reminds her to check her own phone, remembering the buzz of Natasha’s last text.
I will not let anything or anyone get between us. Our relationship is ours alone. Whatever is on your mind, I will ease your worries. Let me know when you’re on the way home.
Wanda feels her heart warm. It’s an interesting feeling to be secure in her relationship. Wanda quite likes it.
sounds good, i’m just about to leave.
With that, Wanda finishes the last of her drink, feeling that pleasant buzz throughout her body as she stands.
“I’m going to head home,” she says, waving goodbye to her coworkers. Rio waves back, and Agatha smiles up at her.
“Your drinks are on my tab,” Agatha says, holding up a hand to silence the protests about to emerge from Wanda’s lips. “You deserve it; have a good evening, hun.”
Wanda nods at her, mouthing a silent thank you before placing her empty glass at the bar and walking out of the bar. Nick is parked right in front, the man leaning against the side of the car, reading something on his phone.
“Good evening, Ms. Maximoff.” The man opens the door for her, smiling politely.
“Thank you,” Wanda says softly, relaxing into the seat as the door closes. She expects something akin to nerves to start pooling in her gut. As the car pulls away from the curb and enters the flow of traffic, though, she feels nothing but a slight weariness and a string of anger. Not at Natasha, but rather, at the horrible woman who had decided to confront her in the restroom. The absolute nerve and disrespect.
Wanda took a few deep breaths. The woman meant nothing to her, but she couldn’t help the swell of protectiveness that rose in her chest. God, she couldn’t wait to see Natasha.
The car ride is short; the penthouse only about 10 minutes away. Wanda enjoys the pleasant buzz still running through her, her mind racing.
The elevator ride is equally as short, and when the doors open, Wanda is greeted by the sight of Natasha sitting on the couch. She’s turned away from the elevator, her hair down in gentle waves, and she seems to be staring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Seattle.
“Hey,” Wanda calls out, setting her work bag and jacket in the entryway.
Natasha turns her head, smiling at her. There’s a hint of worry in her expression, but she hides it well enough. The woman stands for a moment before Wanda waves at her and rounds the couch, taking a seat of her own.
Slowly, Natasha sits, her hand resting on the couch between them.
“What happened?” She asks, the question only slightly demanding.
Wanda doesn’t mind. It’s so like her to want all of the information right away. In hindsight, she probably should have elaborated in her original message. The point was moot now.
“I met Nicole Winters this afternoon,” Wanda says, deciding to be blunt. “She was at Asgard. She followed me to the restroom and said some unpleasant things.”
Natasha’s eyes flash for a moment. There’s anger, but also confusion. “Was she following you?”
Shaking her head, Wanda sighs. “I don’t think so. I think she just saw me and recognized me.”
“What did she say?”
Wanda looks her squarely in the eye. “She called me foolish, and said that you were hers first.” She pauses. “She also said that you would go running back to her the moment you were done with me. Is that true?”
She searches Natasha’s gaze, a flash of hurt running through her at the woman’s silence.
“Do you visit her after you break things off with a submissive?”
Natasha runs a hand through her hair, looking down for a moment. “In the past, yes. That’s the short answer.”
Wanda nods, her jaw working slightly. Of course. She really had been foolish. She knew nothing about their relationship, but she knew that Mrs. Winters was no good for Natasha. Somehow, the woman had ensnared her girlfriend, and Wanda despised her for it.
“Will you go back to her when you’re done with me?”
Those green eyes met hers, Natasha’s head shooting up quickly. “Listen to me, Wanda. We are not going to be done. If I had my way, we would never be done. I never gave you the long answer.” She sighs, her hand twitching on the couch cushion for a moment before she retracts it, setting her hands in her lap. She’s never looked more normal, so vulnerable. It’s a weird sight to see.
“You’re my first serious relationship, my first official girlfriend,” Natasha begins, her eyes imploring. “In the past, all I had were scene partners, nothing serious. I’d have a submissive for a little while, but eventually we would realise we were incompatible. The only person at the time who had never made me feel that way was Nicole.”
“And it’s suddenly different now?” Wanda can’t help but say, immediately regretting it as Natasha’s eyes harden slightly in defense.
“Yes. It is, Wanda. I don’t know why that’s so hard to believe.” Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose, a strand of hair falling in front of her eyes. She impatiently brushes it back, opening her eyes. “I have no desire to go back to Nicole. What I need now is no longer compatible with her. You have everything I need; you satisfy my every desire, my every fantasy. Even thinking about it at this moment, I feel only a sense of disconnect when I think about my past experiences with her.”
Wanda’s eyebrows furrow. “So why haven’t you denied that you would go back to her?”
“Because I’m not planning on ever doing that!” Natasha all but explodes. Her voice doesn’t raise, but her words come out rushed and disorganized. “I don’t see a future without you; I don't ever see us breaking up. And if for some godforsaken reason we did, I wouldn't be the same Natasha I was before you. The same woman who would go running back to her for comfort and domination. Do you understand that? I don’t want her anymore, and after what we’ve built together, I don't think I ever will.”
Silence stretches for a few minutes. Natasha collapses back into the couch, her energy seemingly zapped.
Wanda nods decisively. “I trust you, I really do. But what she said rattled me, Nat.” She looks up, meeting those green eyes. “I want you to be sure. Really sure, I mean.”
Natasha begins to shake her head, but Wanda stands, her mind made up.
“I want us to take some space for a while. I am not breaking up with you; I really want this relationship to work. But I need to know if you’ll get the urge to go back to her or not. I cannot have this woman be a part of your life anymore. So I’m giving you some time to figure out exactly what you want, because you can’t have both.” Wanda can already feel tears welling up, and she can see Natasha struggling as well, but she needs to do this. “She groomed you, Nat. She made you feel like she was the only person who would ever understand you, and I need you to know that’s not the truth. But I can’t make you understand that; it has to come from inside you.”
“Please don’t do this,” Natasha whispers. It almost makes her break.
Wanda sets her jaw, taking a step towards her and bending down, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. Natasha’s hand grazes her shirt, but she pulls back before the kiss goes further.
“I love this relationship, and I want you. I want to be with you for a very long time. But I can’t have that unless she’s out of your life and not looming in the back of our minds. It’s either me or her, Natasha. You can’t have both.”
Natasha nods shakily. “We’re not breaking up, correct?”
“No,” Wanda says, her tone earnest. “I’m not breaking up with you. I wouldn’t do that to you. I just need you to make a decision.”
“I will.”
Nick drives her back to her car, the ride silent. She’s completely sobered up at this point, her heart slightly heavy. She feels bad for making Natasha choose like this, but she hadn’t lied. She can’t have the threat of ‘what-if’ constantly in the back of her mind.
Surprisingly, Kate is home when Wanda finally returns. One look at her, and Wanda finally feels tears begin to slide down her face. Kate hadn’t said anything, just grabbed her and forced her onto the sectional couch for a forced cuddle session, some stupid reality TV show in the background. She’d written an email for her to Agatha, asking for Friday off, before grabbing the biggest container of ice cream they had.
Somehow, Wanda had managed to stumble through an explanation, her tongue coated from the copious amounts of ice cream she’d eaten.
“It sounds like you made the right choice, Wands,” Kate murmured, letting her head fall onto Wanda’s shoulder. “I’ll be here for you no matter what. But, can I be honest?”
Wanda nods, murmuring her assent.
“I don’t see a world in which she doesn’t choose you.”
can we pleaseeeee get more big Beefy!Wanda manhandling r and doing whatever she wants with her
Mmmm this concept is so delicious!!
Wanda intentionally flexes her arms in the most casual settings when she notices your stares lingering for a little too long
She takes great pride in how easy it is for her to pick you up, and you've never thought that you were too heavy when she does, like some of your exes made you feel
Her favorite thing to do is bend you over the nearest surface, her forearm securely against your back while she gently gropes you until you're moaning
Her favorite position is when you're on your stomach, her strap sliding easily in and out of you, and her arms caging your head in, sometimes even wrapped around your neck
In the throes of passion, you sometimes bite on her muscles, and Wanda gets off on seeing the bruises you leave the next morning
You never have to work to change a position during sex, Wanda just grabs your hips and manhandles you into place without breaking a sweat
Her hands look so fucking sexy when she's holding your thighs apart as she eats you out, you can't close them no matter how hard you try
You love it when she comes home from the gym, all out of breath and sweaty, her muscles pumped full of blood and huge from her workout, you often join her in the shower afterwards
comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡
The morning of Wanda’s first day, she wakes up three hours early.
Kate stumbles into the kitchen at 6:30, blearily blinking at Wanda and sighing gratefully when a second cup of coffee is shoved into her hands.
“Someone’s excited,” Kate mumbles, taking a long sip of her coffee. She collapses into a kitchen chair, watching Wanda’s flurried movements around the kitchen. A second later, a plate of toast is dropped in front of her.
“I just,” Wanda stops for a moment, setting her own plate down much more gently. “I really want this day to go well.”
Kate snorts. “Of course it will, from what I heard, Agatha is nothing less than thrilled to have you there.”
“Right, but what if I show up and forget what I’m doing and then they all know that I’m a fraud?” Wanda scampers away at the thought, furiously whisking eggs in a bowl. “Do you want scrambled eggs?”
“I- sure, yeah,” Kate blinks again, scrubbing at her eyes. “Listen, you belong there. You’re going to do great, just try not to burden your thoughts with depressing what-if questions, yeah?”
“Right,” Wanda murmurs, pouring the eggs into a frying pan, her fingers tapping on the spatula handle.
“Drink some more coffee,” Kate instructs. “Not too much though, I feel like your heart rate is already through the roof. Why did you set your alarm so early?”
Wanda turns, sheepish. “I set it for 7:30, but…” She gestures helplessly at the kitchen. “I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep so, here we are.”
Kate just shakes her head, shoving a piece of toast into her mouth.
Wanda does calm down after breakfast, her food settling comfortably despite the nerves churning in her gut. She cleans the dishes while Kate disappears into her bedroom, her roommate declaring herself in charge of Wanda’s outfit.
The dishes have never been done faster. Wanda finally manages to make it to the bathroom, taking a deep breath as she locks eyes with her reflection. “You’ve got this,” she whispers, her reflection nodding as she speaks.
Luckily, she has a short skincare routine, and she applies the barest amount of makeup. A dab of concealer to cover a stubborn acne scar on her chin that just won’t go away, and a small amount of mascara. She would apply eyeshadow, but her fingers are trembling a bit too much for that at the moment.
Her official title and job description had been sent over with other paperwork HR had requested to be filled out. ‘Junior Editor’, it said, and Wanda had squealed in excitement with Kate when the paperwork asked her to fill out the information for her order of business cards.
Her nerves were giving way to excitement, and Wanda suddenly found herself impatient to start the day.
Her phone buzzes, and she caps the mascara tube before dragging a hairbrush through her (fortunately) shiny hair.
Enjoy your first day. Let me know how it goes.
Wanda smiles, fingers hovering over Natasha’s text, when another one appears.
I’m proud of you.
The smile that graces her face is no less than brilliant, and she responds with a quick thank you and a promise to talk after work before making her way to her bedroom.
Kate greets her by holding up a pair of dark brown corduroy pants, a pair of green leather boots in the other.
“Okay, I’m thinking of a forest theme, but professional and cozy at the same time,” Kate says, her words rushed, like she can’t wait to be rid of them. Wanda can tell that her mind is going a thousand miles per minute.
She may have brewed the coffee a little too strong.
“I have that really thin dress shirt that you can layer easily with, and two different sweater options to go on top of it.” Kate points to the bed, one beige sweater and one dark green sweater with a subtle pattern on it laid out. A white dress shirt with a collar is hanging from the doorknob of her closet.
“Put these on,” Kate urges, handing the pants and boots to Wanda before returning to the walk-in closet. “I’m finding you a belt,” she calls, her voice slightly muffled.
Wanda just chuckles, stripping her pajamas off and stepping into the pants. She snags her most comfortable bra, putting it on and tugging the collared shirt over her head. She hated buttons, so she never bothered to undo more than the top one.
“I think I’m gonna go with the green sweater,” Wanda calls, putting it on.
“Good choice,” Kate says, walking out of the closet with a brown belt in her hand. “It’ll go well with the boots. Here, this should match everything.”
Wanda takes the belt, sliding it through her belt loops and resolutely not thinking about the way Natasha had taken a belt to her ass four days ago. That had been a new experience, and not an entirely unpleasant one, either.
“Okay, jewelry.” Kate claps her hands, making her way to Wanda’s wall, where she’d hung up her necklaces on ornate brass pushpins.
Slipping into the boots, Wanda steps in front of her full-length mirror, smoothing out any creases she finds. She looks put together. A bit like an English teacher, but like, a young one.
“You always wear gold rings, so I figured this necklace would do well. We won’t stack today, just keep it simple, yeah?”
Wanda nods, grabbing her rings from the small bowl they go in when she’s not wearing them. Kate had taken a ceramics class once, in their freshman year, and had tried to make a little ashtray.
It did not look like an ashtray.
So Wanda had claimed it, telling her roommate that she was saving her from thrifting a ring bowl. Besides, homemade is always better. Kate had created a much better ashtray a few weeks later, and that one was now sitting out on their porch waiting for use.
Grabbing the necklace, a simple gold star on a thin chain, Wanda puts it on, positioning it under her collar perfectly.
“Hey, you look like a professional editor already,” Kate exclaims, resting her head on Wanda’s shoulder as she assesses herself in the mirror once again.
“Hopefully I feel that way, too.”
“You will,” Kate says, patting her shoulder. “Just give it some time.”
Wanda shuffles her favorite playlist as she drives. Luckily, their apartment was only fifteen minutes away from downtown Seattle, so she didn’t have too much time to get overly nervous. Still, her hands shake slightly when she adjusts her leather messenger bag over one shoulder. She’d thrifted it that weekend with Kate, her roommate telling her it was the perfect vibe for an editor.
Whatever that means.
Traffic isn’t too bad just yet, and Wanda triple-checks the email HR sent that tells her which parking lot to pull into, before turning off her car and taking a few deep breaths.
“You can do this,” she mutters to herself, before shaking her head and smiling. She grabs her bag, nervousness slowly being replaced with excitement.
She has a job. At the one place she was most hoping would hire her. In a big city. With an amazing roommate and a perfect girlfriend. She had nothing to be worried about.
Besides, she’s pretty sure Natasha would love it if she didn’t work and just lived in her apartment full-time. So she’s not too concerned about getting fired. It always helps to have a backup plan.
She knows where to go from her interview, so she presses the button for her office’s floor before standing aside and letting two other women enter the elevator. It’s only a bit awkward, since nobody really says anything, but soon the doors open to Wanda’s office floor.
Stepping out, she catches the eye of the receptionist, who waves her over with a big smile.
“Wanda!” The woman practically gushes. “We are all so excited to have you, I can’t believe it’s already your first day. We’ve all been talking about how much we were looking forward to having you on the team.”
The woman has wrapped her arm around Wanda’s at this point, talking a mile a minute as she leads Wanda further into the office area. There’s one desk that stands out, a small red bow on top of the computer, and a gift bag sitting next to the keyboard.
“I hope it’s not too much, but we always congratulate new hires with a little first-day gift! That’s why we had you fill out that questionnaire about yourself.” The woman halts next to what is apparently Wanda’s desk, smiling widely.
“This is amazing,” Wanda smiles back at her, “You guys didn’t have to do all of this, I’m just so excited to be here.”
“Of course we did,” a new voice sounds out, and Wanda turns to see a tall, muscular blonde man smiling at her from two desks away. “Excuse my lack of manners, I’m Steve. Believe me when I say that everyone here has been so excited to have you start. Your interview was one of the best, or so I’ve heard.”
Wanda doesn’t quite know what to say to that, but she feels her face heating up all the same. She’s saved by Agatha’s voice ringing out from the reception area.
“Is she already here?”
A chorus of people says yes, and a few more of her colleagues stand and make their way towards her desk. There are so many smiling faces around her, and people introducing themselves, that Wanda begins to feel overwhelmed.
“Give the poor girl some space, we all know how exciting a first day can be,” Agatha says, pushing her way through the crowd. There are two coffee cups in her hands, and she hands one to Wanda. “Hiya, hon. Congrats on your first day!” She nods to the coffee cup. “That’s for you, and you’ll find other goodies inside this bag. Get used to your space and familiarize yourself with your computer, one of our IT guys should be down soon to help you get all set up, and then we have our weekly meeting at 11 sharp, in my office.”
Agatha speaks at a mile a minute, and Wanda feels all of her nerves fade away. She’s already feeling like a part of the team, and she hasn’t even done any real work yet.
“We’re pairing you with Steve for the first few weeks, just until you learn the ropes, he’s one of the best mentors we’ve got. I don’t think the man has a limit to his patience.” Agatha winks, returning the easy smile Steve sends her way.
Leaning in, Agatha murmurs, “Let me know if you need anything, alright? No question is too silly, we all want to see you succeed in any way that you can here. Got it?”
Wanda nods, a big smile on her face now, too.
The crowd disperses after a few minutes, all of her colleagues introducing themselves and offering words of encouragement. The excitement doesn’t seem to fade, though. There is plenty of chatter around the office, and Wanda opens her gift bag while waiting for IT.
The office itself is amazing, she notes. The inside is all brick, with large windows letting light stream in. Their floor is one of the higher ones, so she has a pretty decent view of the city. Although the building is older, given the brick, their workspaces are completely modern, with the latest models of computers and sleek keyboards. Most notably, the overhead lights are all off, only a few lamps around the space needed, since the sun provides plenty of light to see.
It’s the perfect work environment, in Wanda’s opinion.
IT finally arrives, another muscular man who introduces himself as Bucky. (What is with everyone working here looking like a Greek god or goddess?) Wanda is pretty sure that’s a nickname. She doesn’t miss the way the man’s eyes keep drifting over to Steve, or the way the blond man can’t seem to keep a soft grin off of his face.
Interesting. Wanda is already figuring out how to subtly mention her girlfriend to Steve. If he was trying to be discreet about his attraction to the weirdly muscular man from IT, he’s failing spectacularly.
Wanda finally manages to get her computer all set up, and the day is a blur from there.
Agatha seems to mostly stay in her office, the space big enough for the whole team to fit inside for their weekly meeting. Wanda brought along a notebook, glancing at others as they scrawled in them as Agatha was speaking. Steve had nudged her, telling her he’d catch her up to speed on what notes to take after the meeting.
Steve was extremely helpful, co-editing a few simple pieces with Wanda. He’d told her that she didn’t need much coaching, and she’d felt a burst of relief and warmth bloom inside her chest. She’d figured out how their workflow went, how different projects were assigned, and who to get a sign-off from.
At one point, a tall brunette with heavy, black eye makeup had waltzed through the door with a paper bag clutched in her intricately designed fingernails. She strode right into Agatha’s office, and Steve had whispered that the woman’s name was Rio. Wanda didn’t need him to tell her that the women were married, not after Rio had planted a huge, slightly obscene kiss on her new boss’s lips.
Agatha seemed all the more cheery after the short visit from her wife, if that was even possible. Realistically, Wanda knew that it was only her first day, but all of her coworkers seemed nice and relatively drama-free, and her boss was easy-going, if not meticulous about details.
Plus, she was really happy about working with queer coworkers. It was somewhat of a relief not to feel the urge to hide her relationship or the pronouns of her partner.
“Feel free to decorate your space,” The receptionist was saying, leaning against Wanda’s desk. The clock was nearing the end of the day, and Wanda still hadn’t figured out the girl’s name. “We all do, some have pictures of their family or pets, and others have their diploma displayed. Have you seen Agatha’s? She’s got a Master’s degree and everything!”
Wanda just blinked and smiled, her mind seeming like it was going a million miles an hour. There was so much to process from the day, but she didn’t mind. This was the most fun she’d had in a while, even going over her bank details for her paycheck with HR seemed interesting.
“I’ll be sure to bring some stuff in, then, thank you…” Wanda winced. “I never really caught your name, sorry. There’s just so much going on today.”
The girl giggled, waving her off. “No worries, Wanda. My name is America, it's not super easily forgettable, right?”
Wanda’s eyebrows rose. “No, it’s not. I’m sure I won’t forget it.” She offered a chuckle of her own. “Thanks for showing me around a bit, that was really nice of you.”
America waves her off again, pushing off from her desk. “It’s no problem at all! I hope you enjoyed your first day, you’re already doing great, I can tell.” She winks at Wanda, before cheerily striding off to the front desk.
Honestly, was everyone who worked here happy all the time? Did anyone have a bad day?
Wanda’s phone buzzes, and she sneaks a glance at it, her smile growing as she reads the text from Natasha.
I hope you’ve had a successful day, I’m positive that you’re doing well already. Do you have evening plans? If not, I’ll make dinner at mine. 6 p.m. sharp.
Quickly, Wanda responds, even knowing her coworkers don’t really care if someone is on their phone. They only seem to care that everyone gets their work done effectively, the exact environment Wanda thrives in.
As long as I get to pick the wine.
After a few seconds, Natasha starts typing.
I will give you two options to decide from.
Wanda smirks. Control freak, that’s what her girlfriend was.
Sounds good, I’ll be there at 6. I can drive, don’t you dare send Nick to pick me up.
She doesn’t wait for a response, hearing her coworkers slowly begin to pack up. There are only ten minutes left in the workday, a few people having left earlier, but mostly the office was filled with chatter now.
Wanda powers down her computer, looking up and smiling at Steve as he gives her a thumbs up.
“You did great today, kid,” he says, zipping up his leather backpack and grabbing his water bottle. “Any fun places to celebrate your first day?”
“Yes, actually,” Wanda remembers the way Steve had eyed the IT guy. “My girlfriend is cooking dinner, so I’m celebrating with her.”
Just as she suspected, Steve didn’t bat an eye. “That’s great! I hope you have a fun time, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ve got my own date to get to.” He winks at her, before striding out and waving his goodbye to America.
“Alright team,” Agatha’s voice sounds out, the woman’s coat draped over one arm as she holds her purse. She shuts her office door behind her. “It’s a Monday, so don’t dawdle too much. Great work today, everyone. I look forward to another successful week. And Wanda, we’re all very pleased to have you here.”
Wanda blushes as a few coworkers clap, smiling at the wink Agatha throws her way.
As soon as Agatha leaves, most of her coworkers surge toward the door, chatting as they leave. Wanda follows, still drinking in the fact that she’d just completed her first day at her new job, and she hadn’t failed spectacularly.
She drives home in a state of slight disbelief, excitement from the day still buzzing in her veins. It felt weird to not worry about homework in the evening, her recent graduation still lingering around the edges of her mind.
Wanda could do whatever she wanted, without something hanging over her head. It felt freeing, and she fought a cheesy smile that threatened to take over her face. All she had left to do today was go home and get ready for her date with Natasha.
Ah, fuck. What was she going to wear?
Wanda dialed Kate, knowing she was still at home, her foot pressing slightly harder on the gas. She really was awful at picking out outfits.
—
Natasha had graciously given Wanda a key to her penthouse, so when she stepped out of the elevator and silently rounded the corner, she was greeted with the sight of Natasha in the kitchen.
The woman’s hair was clipped casually in a claw clip, a few strands hanging loosely. She wore dark green linen pants and a slightly oversized, yet boxy white button-up shirt. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and she seemed intently focused on whatever she was cooking on the stovetop.
Grateful for the jazz that slowly filled the kitchen, Wanda slid into a seat at the counter, content to just watch her girlfriend. God, she looked hot. Her gaze traveled down the woman’s body, lingering at her hips, before dropping her eyes further and flushing.
Catching a glance of two wine bottles on the counter, unopened, Wanda smiled. At least Natasha was true to her word.
“Wanda?”
Wanda’s eyes moved before she could even register Natasha’s voice, a small smirk appearing on her face at the sight of her girlfriend wielding a wooden spoon.
“Hey,” she chuckled, tilting her head slightly, unable to suppress her amusement.
Natasha blinked, lowering the spoon hastily. “You’re early.”
“And you’re adorable.”
The older woman’s face crinkled slightly, her eyes rolling the barest amount before she turned and resumed stirring something in the frying pan. “Thank you, darling. But you’re still early.” She turned slightly, one of the strands from her claw clip finally escaping to frame her face. “It’ll be a few minutes before the food is ready.”
If Wanda didn’t know Natasha as well as she did, she would have missed the slight worry in the woman’s tone.
“I’m fine with waiting, truly. It gives me more time to decide on which wine to drink,” Wanda murmured, slipping from her seat as Natasha gave a short nod. She rounded the counter as Natasha returned her attention to the stovetop.
Barely even glancing at the wine bottles, Wanda breezed past them until she was directly behind Natasha. Her fingers reached out, almost as if drawn to the older woman’s body like an irresistible magnet, grazing her hips before circling around her waist.
Natasha’s face turned slightly, and Wanda could see a satisfied smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.
“I like the bottle with the green design better,” Wanda whispered, pressing herself flush against her girlfriend’s back and resting her chin on the woman’s muscular shoulder.
“That’s a blackberry wine,” Natasha says, her tone giving the impression that she’s not bothered by Wanda’s closeness at all. “I know you like a sweeter wine, so I picked blackberry and raspberry, it’s your choice. They’ll both go well with the dish.”
Aha, she was affected by Wanda’s touch. Natasha was rambling, her movements a little too mechanical as she stirred the already-cooked dish.
“Is the food ready yet?” Wanda whispered, putting her lips near Natasha’s ear. One of her hands came up to brush the wayward strand back into the claw clip. She smirked at the way Natasha’s shoulders tightened slightly, a sign that the woman was solidifying her composure.
“Just about,” Natasha turned again, planting a soft kiss against Wanda’s lips. “Go pour us some wine, I’ll plate the food. Good plan?”
Wanda just nods, feeling her cheeks heat up at the closeness of their lips. She presses forward for a moment, stealing one last kiss before detaching herself from Natasha's wonderful warmth.
Picking up the blackberry wine, she struggles with the cork for a minute before finally popping it out, sneaking a glance over her shoulder to make sure Natasha hadn’t witnessed it. She pours a healthy amount in each wine glass, ignoring what the older woman had taught her about wine decorum. Tonight was a celebration, after all.
The only response she gets from Natasha is a quirk of the eyebrow when she sees the glasses, before a plate of steaming food is set down in front of her. The pasta is cooked perfectly, with little flakes of parmesan cheese sprinkled over it, and a medium-rare steak cut into slices resting in the middle.
“This looks amazing, Nat,” Wanda gushes, too focused on the delicious food in front of her to see Natasha’s small smile at the nickname.
They chat for a while, Natasha listening as Wanda describes her first day, her eyes warily following the fork in her hand as she gestures. Her green eyes barely leave Wanda’s, save to glance at her wine before taking a sip.
Eventually, the conversation reaches its natural end, and Natasha delicately tips her wine glass all the way up, finishing it.
“When you’re finished eating,” she begins, her low voice sending warmth down Wanda’s lower spine, “I want you to grab a pillow from the couch and kneel on it, facing the window. Do you understand?”
Flushing, Wanda nods, glancing over her shoulder at the open concept living room area when Natasha stands to clear her dishes. The windows are floor-to-ceiling and overlook Seattle. Luckily, the penthouse is on the top floor of this building, so she doesn’t have to worry about anyone looking in.
Finishing the last few pieces of steak on her plate, Wanda swallows a healthy mouthful of her wine. She stands, catching Natasha’s gaze.
At the subtle head shake she receives, she slowly puts her wine glass down, leaving it for Natasha to clear from the counter and wash. Feeling a pleasant buzz in her veins, she ambles over to the couch, her limbs feeling slightly weighted.
Grabbing one of the decorative pillows, she sets it down in front of the couch, sinking down to her knees on it. Setting her hands on her thighs, she feels herself relax as she gazes out the window.
Seattle is amazing at night, the lights twinkling softly from lit-up skyscrapers. She can’t see any stars, being in the heart of the city, but she doesn’t mind. The view of the city is even better when she’s up high.
Fuck, she can feel that familiar heat settling in her lower gut, her mind going slightly fuzzy as she waits. She can hear Natasha in the kitchen, water flowing as she rinses the dishes. It settles in the back of her mind like a pleasant hum. She can smell Natasha, her cinnamon perfume floating around her head. She wonders if the woman had sat on the couch earlier today, reading or working on her laptop.
The water stops, and Wanda smiles as Natasha appears in front of her.
“I love it when you look at me like this,” Natasha murmurs, her hand reaching out to cup Wanda’s chin. She gently applies pressure until Wanda’s head is tilted up, those green eyes boring into hers.
Her pupils are dilated, and Wanda watches as her chest swells when she takes a deep, steadying breath.
“Such a good girl for me, Wanda,” Natasha whispers, releasing her chin and moving out of her line of sight. She can see Natasha’s knees on either side of her as the woman sits on the couch, and she resists the urge to lean against one of them. “How are you feeling?”
“So good,” Wanda says, her words slipping into a soft whine as Natasha’s hands come down on her shoulders. The woman pulls her back slightly, until she feels the woman’s strong core against her upper back. Those wonderful thighs tighten around her arms, and Wanda bites her lip.
“Do you want me to make you feel better?” Natasha whispers, her hands firmly massaging Wanda’s shoulders.
“Yes, please,” Wanda sighs, relaxing into the touch. Her hips strain as she keeps still, her clit throbbing as she feels Natasha’s warmth surround her.
“Yes, what?” Natasha asks, her tone slightly firm.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good girl,” Natasha bends down to place a soft kiss on the top of Wanda’s head. One of her hands leaves Wanda’s shoulder, and the other decorative pillow is placed in front of her. “Put this between your thighs and hump, baby.”
The moan that escapes Wanda is wanton. She quickly positions the pillow, her back arching as she begins to hump, relieving the pressure that has been steadily building. Her clit throbs roughly, her movements stilted with need.
“You sound amazing, darling,” Natasha husks, her hands moving yet again. Her fingers trail over Wanda’s collarbone, wrapping loosely around her neck, a reminder of her place. “Keep humping for me, show me how badly you want it.”
“Mmm, fuck,” Wanda whimpers, her breath coming out fast and rough. Her hips burn as she grinds herself against the pillow, and she can feel her arousal smearing in her panties.
The hand around her throat squeezes.
“Watch your language,” Natasha commands, the pressure subsiding as Wanda nods. Two fingers gently touch her lips. They dance along her bottom lip, the sensitive nerves sending pleasure straight to her core.
Natasha’s lips graze her ear. “Suck, Wanda.”
The fingers slide into her mouth, her tongue eagerly wrapping around them. Her lips close, and she sucks, a soft moan rumbling in her throat.
“Doesn’t this feel good? Obeying me, letting me take care of you?” Natasha murmurs. “You’re being so good for me, humping my pillow and sucking my fingers. You’re my perfect little slut, baby.”
The fingers in her mouth begin to move, Natasha pulling them almost all the way out before slowly sliding them back in. She pumps her fingers languidly, and Wanda can feel some of her drool escape, sliding down her chin.
“Keep going, Wanda. I want you to cum for me. Fall apart for me, baby.”
Wanda’s clit throbs once, and that’s the only warning she gets before her orgasm overtakes her. God, she hadn’t even realised how close she was, but Natasha’s permission had sent her over the edge almost instantly. Her thighs shake, her muscles seizing as she cums, the movement of her hips against the pillow rough and shaky.
Natasha’s fingers keep idly pumping in and out of her as Wanda’s muffled moans escape. Her other hand rests against her sternum, keeping her pressed into Natasha’s body.
“I love feeling your body tremble when you cum,” Natasha says, her voice rough and low. “You’re so perfect, малышка. So obedient.”
All Wanda can do is nod, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm, sure that the pillow is damp underneath her.
“Keep humping, nice and slow. Let me make you feel good, hm?” Natasha continues. “Let your head go fuzzy for me. I’ll take care of you.”
Nodding, Wanda obeys, slowly grinding against the pillow, nearly frictionless. She resumes sucking the wonderfully long fingers in her mouth, her head filling with only thoughts of Natasha, her body warm from pleasure.
Natasha leans down, kissing Wanda’s damp temple. “Congrats on your first day, Wanda. You’ve made me so proud.”
Wanda caging you against the wall, her body flush against yours as her thigh firmly presses into you. Her hands grip your wrists, holding them against the wall so tightly you hope she bruises you.
"Go on, sweetheart," she murmurs, her tongue dragging along your jaw. "Hump my thigh. I know you want to."
Her voice is sweet, a hint of condescension amidst her commanding words. Her teeth nip slightly at your neck, her thigh pressing insistently against your throbbing core.
You hump. God, it doesn't take long for you to become desperate, shuddering against her as you buck your hips with abandon. Your head buried in her shoulder, whines muffled as you jerkily thrust, your arousal smearing against her thigh.
"Perfect, so perfect for me. Such a pathetic little thing, aren't you?" Wanda whispers, encouraging you. If your hips falter, she simply presses her thigh harder against you, pleasure blooming but never reaching its peak.
You just nod, your whines becoming whimpers, and eventually moans, your muscles burning as you continue to grind against her thigh.
"That's it, darling. Cum for me. Cum while humping my thigh like the sweet little slut you are for me."
