AN: I've risen from the depths of hell to bring you this (short) update. I do have a plan for the next part (you may not like it) so hopefully I can get that written somewhat soon.
If someone had told Wanda a month ago that waking up in bed sandwiched between you and Natasha would become a regular occurrence, she would have laughed in their face.
Yet, that’s exactly what happened.
After the morning spent making pancakes, Wanda had begun to spend more time with the couple next door. She would invite the two of you over once or twice a week, cooking dinner before the three of you would inevitably end up losing your clothes and falling into a heap on the nearest surface.
Weekends were quickly becoming Wanda’s favourite thing. She would walk the path to your doorstep each Friday night and normally wouldn’t resurface until Monday morning. And while the sex was incredible, she was also enjoying the chance to get to know you and Natasha better.
She learnt more about your relationship with the redhead, about how you both met and the beginning of your romance. Wanda learnt about the two of you as individuals as well, the things you liked and disliked. Every new piece of information was stored away in her brain, warmth blooming in her chest from the fact that you both trusted her enough to share yourselves with her.
Wanda knew she was developing feelings for both you and Natasha but she tried to ignore the fluttering of her heart whenever you smiled at her or whenever Natasha cupped her cheek. She wasn’t entirely sure if this agreement was more than just sex and she was too scared to mention anything, afraid that it could all disappear.
So instead, she kept her feelings to herself, content in enjoying whatever she could get.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Your voice draws Wanda’s mind back to the present, where she lay curled up in bed with her two favourite people. The sun was beginning to peek through the curtains, a warm orange hue bathing the room in a golden glow. She admired the way the light shone in your eyes, her stomach clenching again.
“Hmmm?” Wanda asks, stretching languidly.
She was normally the last one to wake up, so it surprised her when she opened her eyes that morning to find you and Natasha both sleeping peacefully.
“What’s got you looking so serious?” You ask, finger smoothing out the furrow between Wanda’s brow. “It’s too early to be thinking that hard.”
“It’s nothing,” Wanda dismisses you, enjoying your hand combing through her hair now. “Just work stuff.”
Wanda did feel bad for lying but she couldn’t risk bringing up her quickly growing feelings and ruining this one perfect thing she had.
“Sounds like your boss rides you too hard,” you smirk, looking over at your still-dozing girlfriend.
Wanda blushes, remembering just a few hours ago when Natasha had indeed been riding her pretty hard, her thighs sandwiched on either side of the brunette's head.
“I don’t mind it so much,” Wanda returns playfully, fingers running down your bare arm and enjoying the goosebumps she left in her wake.
“Is that so?” You counter, hand tightening slightly in Wanda’s hair to pull her face closer to yours. “I’ll have to remember that.”
Wanda just hums in agreement as you connect your lips together, the smooth feel of your lips under hers making her sigh. You don’t push too hard, content to kiss lazily for a few minutes as your hand slowly trails down Wanda’s side.
You smile into the kiss as you feel her shiver against you, Wanda’s hips starting to rock slightly as she seeks out friction. You hook your hand behind her knee, bringing her leg to rest over your hip and opening her up for you.
The three of you often slept naked together, usually falling asleep from exhaustion after bringing each other to release. Wanda was thankful for it now, just one less barrier for her to get what she wanted.
She feels your fingers dancing along her inner thigh, reaching higher until you find her centre. She’s already wet from your touch, your fingers gliding over her easily as you find her clit.
“Oh,” she gasps as you apply pressure, moving your fingers in slow circles.
She rocks her hips in time with your movements, panting into your mouth as you work her body expertly. She groans as you push two fingers into her, her ability to continue your kiss disappearing as you thrust into her in slow, even strokes.
Her eyes are open, locked on yours as you bring her closer to the edge. She moans softly as you curl your fingers, captivated by your gaze. She can feel herself growing wetter, your fingers easily filling her as her orgasm builds.
“Isn’t this a lovely sight to wake up to?” Wanda hears the groggy voice from behind her, her only warning before Natasha begins to pepper kisses over her bare shoulders.
She feels an arm snake around her chest, lithe fingers dancing over one of her nipples. She arches her back, eyes closing as she succumbs to the pleasure filling her body. Her release washes over her quickly, her breath catching as you help her ride it out.
“Morning my love,” Wanda hears you greet Natasha, your fingers slowly leaving her body and pulling a whimper from her throat.
Natasha is still massaging her breast and Wanda turns her upper body to face her more. Her eyes open as your hand reaches over her, fingers that had just been inside Wanda now tracing Natasha’s lips.
Natasha opens her mouth, sucking the digits inside, her tongue cleaning Wanda’s release from your fingers. She hums happily and Wanda can already feel herself growing hot again at the sight.
She was so caught up on Natasha that she wasn’t prepared to feel your mouth latching onto her other nipple, the warm, wet feeling causing her to clench around nothing.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out without thinking, earning a chuckle from Natasha.
“That’s the idea, detka,” the redhead laughs, now grasping your hand between both of hers.
Wanda watches as Natasha guides your hand under the blanket, knowing when you had found your target by the breathy moan Natasha lets out. You shift slightly, never detaching from Wanda’s breast as you move to kneel over her.
Wanda can see your hand moving under the blanket, transfixed by what must be happening underneath. Natasha is panting beside her, hand clutching your forearm tightly as she raises her hips to meet you.
Feeling brave, Wanda tugs the blanket aside and is rewarded by the sight of your thumb working over Natasha’s clit. She can’t see completely but judging by the way your hand surges forward, she gathers that your other fingers are buried inside your girlfriend.
You begin to trail your lips down Wanda’s torso now, teeth nipping along the way as you move your body down to hover over where she was dripping. Wanda is impressed that you managed to navigate your way down her body without losing your rhythm with Natasha.
The redhead is still moving her hips along with your thrusts, her moans growing in volume. Wanda reaches over, her fingers working over one of Natasha’s pebbled nipples as she palms her breast.
You catch Wanda off guard by licking along her dripping folds, her free hand flying to your hair as she arches into your mouth. You usually liked to tease her, working her up into a frenzy before putting your mouth where she wanted it most.
You waste no time today, your tongue already probing her entrance as you straddle one of Wanda’s legs. She can feel the heat from your sex, your arousal evident as you settle over her. She can feel the wet patch on her leg, the thought of you being turned on while eating her out causing the heat to pool low in her belly.
She shifts her leg, bending her knee and flexing her thigh underneath your centre. Wanda jolts as you moan against her, the vibrations shooting straight through her core. You begin to rock against her, never stopping your ministrations on either woman as the room is quickly filled with the sounds of pleasure and the smell of sweat and arousal.
Natasha folds first, her orgasm hitting her loudly as she holds onto your arm for dear life. Wanda can tell you’re getting close too, feeling your pace pick up as you rut against her leg, your tongue still buried deep inside her.
She wants to outlast you, wants to finally gain some kind of power over you in this dynamic she found herself in but she knows she won't last much longer. Especially now that you had another hand free, angling it under her hips and driving your tongue in deeper.
“That’s it, detka,” Wanda hears a sultry voice in her ear, Natasha curling her body to her side. “I bet it feels good with her tongue inside you doesn’t it?”
Wanda just whimpers in return, eyes clenching shut as she tries to hold off her impending orgasm.
“Shhhh,” Natasha continues, nose running over the column of Wanda’s throat. “It’s okay. You can cum if you want.”
Wanda just shakes her head, stubbornly trying to resist. Her hands are clenched tightly in the sheets as you eat her out.
“Being difficult, are we?” Natasha taunts, fingers pinching one of Wanda’s nipples. “That’s not fun.”
Wanda can feel Natasha pout against her neck before she bites down, sucking at the skin there as Wanda gasps in pleasure.
“Such a shame,” Natasha coos mockingly into Wanda’s ear again. “I really wanted to lick your cum from her chin.”
The image of what Natasha had described was enough to send Wanda over the edge, her thighs clamping over your ears as she cries out. Waves of pleasure wash over her, her voice feeling hoarse by the time she finally calms down.
You slide up her body, a satisfied smirk on your face as you take in Wanda’s mussed hair and glazed eyes. Her chest is still heaving, Natasha’s fingers still teasing her sensitive nipples as she jerks through the aftershocks.
“A bit defiant today,” you taunt, gripping Wanda’s chin in your hand and forcing her to look at you. “I don’t know why you bother trying to compete with me sweetheart, you know I’ll always win.”
Wanda just nods dumbly, her mind too fuzzy to do anything else. She watches as you pull Natasha into a bruising kiss, the redhead licking Wanda’s cum off your chin as she had planned.
Despite the two orgasms she had already had that morning, Wanda could already feel arousal stirring again.
“Come on,” you instruct, pinching Wanda’s cheek to get her attention. “If you’re good, I might let you finish me off in the shower.”
//
Wanda hums to herself as she towels her hair, walking down the hallway toward the kitchen. She had stayed in the shower a little longer, enjoying the warm water cascading over her aching muscles. You and Natasha had laughed at her, telling her not to turn into a prune and to join them for breakfast when she was done.
She had changed into a pair of your sweats and one of Natasha’s old shirts once she got out, enjoying the way they smelled like the two of you. Wanda liked the comfort they brought, planning to leave your house with them and claim them as her own for the nights she spent alone.
She could hear voices as she neared the kitchen, stopping just before the doorway to lean against the wall and bask in the simple domesticity of it all. She was sure she was falling hard and fast for the both of you but maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
Maybe you and Natasha felt the same way.
She moves to the doorway, hovering there as she watches the scene before her.
Natasha is sitting on top of the counter, her legs swinging playfully as you twirl in front of her, a bowl of pancake batter in your hands. Natasha laughs at you, her eyes shining with adoration as her hand catches your outstretched arm, pulling you to stand between her legs.
You place the bowl down on the counter, hands resting atop Natasha’s thighs as she cups your face gently, her nose brushing over yours and making you giggle.
“I love you,” Natasha whispers but it’s loud enough for Wanda to hear from her position, her heart clenching painfully at the words.
“I love you too,” you reply as easy as breathing, leaning in to press your lips against Natasha’s in a sweet kiss.
Wanda feels the pang again, realising it was jealousy coursing through her. She felt like she was intruding on a private moment, her chest constricting as she takes a step backwards, ready to leave the room.
The movement catches your eye and you pull back, smiling at Wanda. She wonders if it was the same way you smiled at Natasha, an ice-cold feeling rushing through her veins.
“There you are,” you say brightly as Wanda forces a smile in return. “I was wondering if you were trying to use up all the hot water.”
Wanda just shrugs, walking awkwardly to sit on one of the stools on the other side of the counter. Her eyes are locked on the mixing bowl in front of her and she misses the look of concern shared between you and Natasha.
“Everything okay?” Natasha frowns, eyes searching yours for what to do.
Ten minutes ago, the two of you had left Wanda happy and laughing in the shower, a far cry from the woman in front of you now.
“Yeah, just tired I guess,” Wanda replies, shaking her head to try and clear the funk that had settled there.
She can tell by the look on your faces that neither of you believes her but you don’t push, instead taking a step away from Natasha and grabbing the mixing bowl again.
“I’m making pancakes, did you want some?” Your voice is soft and gentle and Wanda can feel the concern leaking through your words.
“Sounds great,” Wanda answers you. “I’ll cut the fruit.”
Wanda moves to the fridge, taking a deep breath as she searches for the strawberries inside.
Maybe her feelings weren’t so harmless after all?
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Warnings: fingering, oral, voyeurism, exhibitionism, threesome, strap on use, degredation, praise kink, swearing, spanking, oral on strap, overstim, masturbation, food play
AN: This took way too long, I have no excuses really. Life just be like that some times.
The wheels of the shopping cart rattled obnoxiously as Wanda tried to manoeuvre her way through the grocery store, trying to avoid running into unsupervised children and elderly shoppers who couldn’t see more than two feet in front of them.
It was Sunday morning and when she stumbled to the kitchen this morning, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she did so, Wanda discovered that there was no food left in her house. Cursing herself internally, she quickly raced upstairs to shower before hurrying out the door in the hope of beating the family crowds.
But to top off her already shitty week, she found the store packed with more people than she was willing to deal with. It only added to her foul mood and every second found her fighting the urge to scream.
It had been a week since the barbeque, since the night that you and Natasha had welcomed her into your lives and changed Wanda’s for the better.
When she had left the next day, thoroughly fucked and satisfied, you had told her not to be a stranger. Wanda had taken that to mean that you were trying to give her some control, to ensure that this was what she really wanted by waiting for her to make the next move.
The only problem was, Wanda was far too shy to take the initiative, despite her body crying out for the release that only you could bring her. She had worn out the batteries in her favourite toy but it just wasn’t the same, not now that Wanda knew what she was missing.
She thought that maybe talking to Natasha would be easier, to mention to the redhead that she’d like to come over one night after work. But every time she had tried, the words had gotten stuck in her throat.
So here she was, sexually frustrated and stuck in the grocery store trying to find something to make for breakfast.
She passes through the fresh fruit section, spying some tempting-looking strawberries. Wanda decides that maybe some pancakes might make her feel better about her lack of a spine.
She’s reaching for a punnet, trying to work out which one housed the most decadent-looking fruit when she hears a voice beside her that sends a thrill right through her body.
“Hey, neighbour.”
Wanda turns to find you staring there, Natasha by your side. You both look relaxed, your casual weekend clothes looking far too good on your bodies for Wanda’s liking. It was already hard enough to think in your presence and now Wanda had to deal with your welcoming smile and the sliver of skin exposed by your shirt that had risen above the waistband of your jeans.
“Hey,” Wanda returns, grateful for her voice remaining steady for once.
“I’m starting to think you’d forgotten about us,” you pout, Wanda’s eyes drawn to the way your lower lip juts out. “We’ve missed you this week.”
“Yeah, I-” Wanda begins but her voice trails off when Natasha’s hand reaches around your waist, fingers dipping into the top of the waistband of your pants, her head resting on your shoulder.
The casual display of intimacy has Wanda’s throat running dry, an intense wave of longing sweeping over her as her eyes fixate on Natasha’s hand.
“Sorry, what was that?” You prompt, your lips curving up at the edge.
“I, uh,” Wanda tries again, shaking her head to clear it from the cloud of lust. “I’ve just been busy.”
“That’s a shame,” Natasha chimes in, joining in on teasing Wanda. “It’s really more fun with you around.”
Wanda just nods, not entirely sure what to say. She could feel the heat rising up her neck, memories of the last time the three of you were in the same place invading her mind.
“Oh, strawberries,” you exclaim suddenly, eyeing the product in Wanda’s hand. “They look good, we should grab some.”
You tap Natasha’s hand for her to let go of you before reaching for the red fruit in front of you.
“You can have some of mine,” Wanda blurts out quickly, her mouth working faster than her mind.
You look at her confused and Wanda wants to smack herself in the face.
“I meant,” she continues, taking a breath to calm her nerves. “I was going to use them to make some pancakes for breakfast today. Maybe you two could join me?”
Wanda looks down at her feet, praying for a hole to open her up and swallow her whole. Why did she have to be so socially inept? She misses the look you share with Natasha, the excited gleam in your eyes.
“We’d love to,” you reply, making Wanda’s stomach clench in anticipation. “Don’t forget to buy some cream though, it’s Nat’s favourite.”
You shoot Wanda a wink before grabbing Natasha’s hand, leaving the brunette standing there stunned.
//
The knock on the door makes Wanda jump, the flour in her hand scattering over the counter. She mutters a few curse words under her breath, quickly cleaning it up before making her way to the front door.
She opens it to find you and Natasha on the other side and she is reminded of the last time you stood on her doorstep. The way you’re smiling at her makes Wanda think that you were remembering the same thing.
“Hi,” Wanda greets the two of you breathlessly, dusting the flour from her hands onto her jeans. “Come in.”
She moves to the side to let you and Natasha pass, smiling at your linked hands. You start walking toward the kitchen area while Wanda closes the front door, resting her head against it for just a moment to help calm her nerves.
By the time Wanda makes it to the kitchen, Natasha has already perched herself on one of the stools at the stone counter. You were leaning against the sink, eyes watching Wanda’s every move as she enters the room.
“Sorry, they’re not quite ready yet,” Wanda chews her lip nervously. “It shouldn’t take much longer. You can wait in the living room if you want.”
“Don’t be silly, Detka,” Natasha replies, leaning forward on her elbows and giving Wanda a clear view down her shirt. “We can help, what do you want us to do?”
“Um,” Wanda swallows thickly, distracted by the swell of Natasha's breasts. “You could cut the strawberries?”
Natasha smiles, leaning back in her seat. “Of course,” she responds, pulling the chopping board towards her.
“What do you want me to do?” You ask, sauntering over from the other side of the room.
Wanda tries to ignore the way your proximity has her nerves on edge, the smell of your perfume invading her senses and clouding her mind.
“Could you check the cream?” she asks, pointing to the bowl on the counter. “I don’t know if I made it sweet enough.”
You nod as Wanda adds some milk to her bowl, stirring the batter and trying not to stare as you dip your finger into the bowl of cream, bringing it slowly to your mouth.
Wanda’s knees feel weak as she watches your finger disappear into your mouth, your lips closing over the digit in a sinful way.
You hum in satisfaction, walking over to stand behind Wanda. She can feel the heat of your body behind her, her stomach doing somersaults.
“It tastes delicious, sweetheart,” you murmur in her ear, moving her loose hair over one shoulder.
The action causes Wanda to shudder and she hears you chuckle lowly behind her, the taunting sound making her thighs clench together.
“But I know something that tastes even better.”
Your voice holds promises Wanda hoped you would keep, your lips pressing gently against her neck. Her head lolls to the side, the wooden spoon clattering against the side of the bowl as she loses her grip on it.
Your lips trail lightly over the length of her neck, Wanda grabbing the edge of the counter for support as her knees start to shake.
She feels you smile against her throat, your tongue licking a stripe up her neck. She shivers as you blow cold air across it, goosebumps rising on the flesh.
“Some of us are trying to work, you know,” Natasha cuts in and Wanda's eyes snap open, watching the redhead pout across the room.
“Right, sorry,” Wanda apologises quickly, grabbing the spoon again to continue mixing the batter.
You just laugh, wrapping your arms around Wanda’s waist and hooking your head over her shoulder.
“Stop whining, it doesn’t look good on you,” you tell your girlfriend, earning a scowl from Natasha.
Wanda tries to ignore the way she can feel your breasts pressed against her back, your hips slotted in behind hers as you stand there. She adds some sugar to the batter, hands shaking as she tries to stir it in.
Her situation isn’t helped when your hands begin to wander to the front of her shirt, fingers slowly undoing the bottom button. You continue up her shirt, undoing each button you come across as your mouth returns to assaulting Wandas’ neck.
She can feel your teeth nibbling, your lips sucking on the spots that you knew made Wanda’s knees weak. Wanda once again lets go of the mixing spoon, eyes locking with Natasha’s across the counter.
Natasha is staring at Wanda, watching as her skin is exposed by your hands. She raises a strawberry to her lips, biting into its plump flesh. Wanda watches as a bead of juice escapes her mouth, moving over her lips and down her chin. She gulps as Natasha’s tongue peeks out to lick it up, her eyes full of lust.
When Wanda’s shirt is finally undone, you tug it down her shoulders. Your fingers make quick work of the clasp of her bra, letting it drop to the floor with her shirt. Wanda can feel her nipples pebble in the cold air, her stomach clenching as your hands roam over her torso, not touching her where she wanted it most.
Natasha leans back on her stool, hungry eyes still fixed on Wanda’s bare chest. Wanda can see that her breathing has quickened, her pupils dilated with arousal. She felt wanted and it only increased her own arousal.
Your hands finally cup her breasts, the warmth enveloping her as you massage them. She can feel the drag of your palms over her nipples and she can feel her panties growing slick between her legs.
Wanda moans softly as you pinch her nipples between your fingers, her eyes rolling back in her head at the sensation.
“Gosh, you sound so fucking sweet,” you growl into her ear, teeth tugging on the lobe. “I bet you’re just desperate for it, aren’t you?”
Wanda just nods, gasping as one of your hands slaps the side of her breast quickly. She pushes her hips back toward you, legs rubbing together for friction.
“Such a needy thing,” Natasha laughs and Wanda’s eyes open again, finding Natasha’s hand underneath her shirt, unmistakably massaging her own breast. “I think she wants you to fuck her.”
Wanda can feel her cheeks flame at the thought, her whimper completely involuntary.
You chuckle behind her, palming her breast roughly as your other hand trails down to the waistband of her jeans.
“Is that right, sweetheart?” You ask, fingers deftly undoing the button and dragging down the zipper of her pants. “You better ask real nice for it then, you know the deal.”
Wanda was so worked up at this point, so desperate to be touched that her normal timidness was long gone.
“Please,” she gasps as your hand dips inside her panties, finger pressing against her clit. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me up and I want you to fuck me till I can’t stand.”
“Such a good girl,” you coo as Natasha smirks at the display in front of her. “Since you asked so nicely I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”
You push Wanda’s pants down her legs, her panties following soon after. She kicks them off and you push her legs apart forcefully, her ass jutting out instinctively toward you.
“So sweet,” you admire, hands running over her ass in appreciation.
You give one side a sharp slap, earning a squeak from Wanda. You do it to the other side, watching the skin pink up under your hands.
Wanda can feel your fingers at her entrance, sliding along her folds and gathering her arousal before pushing into her. She moans at the feeling as you thrust them a few times, trying to get her ready.
“So wet for me,” you mumble, your free hand undoing your own pants. “I forgot how much of an eager whore you were when I touch you.”
Wanda just moans at the words, pushing back against your fingers. She whines when you remove them, hips stuttering in the air as she closes her eyes.
She feels your hand at her waist, gripping tightly and she stills, waiting for what would come next.
“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart,” you tell her as you line your strap up with her entrance. “This one is new and it’s a little bigger than last time.”
Wanda knows she should be worried but she trusts you entirely, taking a deep breath as instructed. She can feel you begin to push into her, moving at a torturously slow pace. Wanda can feel the burn of the stretch, the pleasure mixing with the pain as you inch your way inside.
“That's it,” you encourage her, hand smoothing over her back as you guide yourself in. “Just keep breathing, you’re such a good girl for me.”
Your words cause Wanda to moan out loud, her ass pressing back into you a little more as the toy slips entirely inside. Wanda’s eyes are still clenched shut as you give her time to adjust, hand still comfortingly running over her back.
Wanda hears some rustling in front of her and opens her eyes, watching as Natasha pushes her shorts down her legs. She sits back on the stool, leaning back and resting her legs on the edge of the counter and giving Wanda the perfect view of her glistening pussy.
As Natasha begins to circle her clit with her finger, her other hand on her breast, Wanda feels you pull out slowly. She can feel the drag of the toy inside her, the size meaning she could feel every single bump and ridge.
As you begin to push back in, just as torturously slow, Natasha begins to push her finger into her own entrance. Natasha’s eyes are locked on Wanda’s, the two sets of green orbs connected.
You pull out a little quicker this time, pushing back into Wanda and causing her to cry out in pleasure. Natasha’s own moans are echoing off the kitchen walls, a second finger joining the first.
Wanda’s hands reach out, trying to find purchase on anything as you begin fucking into her, trying to find any kind of leverage to push back against you. Natasha’s free hand has now joined the first, her fingers sliding over her clit messily.
Wanda can see how wet she is, Natasha’s fingers coated in her arousal and Wanda found herself wishing she could lick it up. Your hands are gripping her hips tightly as you thrust into her and Wanda hopes that you’ll leave bruises again.
She always loved seeing the marks on her body, a reminder of feeling completely owned by you.
“Does this get you all worked up, baby?” You ask Natasha, your voice low and gravelly as you continue to fuck Wanda. “You like seeing me fuck some other slut.”
Natasha nods, adding a third finger, her hips lifting to draw them deeper.
“You look so good fucking her,” Natasha moans out, her pace quickening. “I love hearing how wet she gets for you, hearing your cock slide in and out of her desperate cunt. I bet she’s dripping all over her thighs.”
Wanda hates how much the conversation turns her on, how much she wanted to hate how the two of you were talking about her like she wasn’t in the room. But it just spurs her on, her moans growing as you pound into her.
“Do you like that sweetheart?” You ask her, hand striking her ass again as you bend your knees slightly, the new angle pushing her into the counter more. “Do you like hearing about what a greedy pussy you have?”
Wanda just nods, incapable of words as she feels the coil inside of her tightening. Her eyes are still glued to Natasha’s hand, the wet sound of her fingers filling the room.
“You going to cum, baby?” You turn your attention to Natasha again, watching her hips rock in time with her hand, knowing from the volume of her moans that she was close.
“Yes,” Natasha moans out, hand working at a brutal pace. “Please, can I come?”
You don’t say anything for a few seconds, enjoying watching Natasha try and hold herself back, eyes pleading with you.
“Of course,” you finally say. “Make a mess of your fingers for me.”
Natasha lets out a loud moan and Wanda watches the muscles in her thighs tense, Natasha’s hand becoming soaked in her juices. She slumps back into her chair, eyes heavy-lidded as she comes down from her orgasm.
You’re still pushing into Wanda, her cries growing louder and you help her climb closer to the edge. You reach around her waist, fingers quickly finding her clit and nimbly dancing over it.
“Oh, fuck,’ Wanda whispers, head falling forward as she finds herself approaching her orgasm.
You know she’s close, your hand around her waist supporting a lot of her body weight as her legs start to give out. You angle your hips again, the change in position making Wanda cry out loudly, the muscles in her stomach contracting under your arm.
“I’m gonna-” she pants, hands scrambling to find anything to grab onto.
“Cum for me sweetheart,” you whisper in her ear, never letting up on your assault of her clit. “I want you to cum all over my cock.”
Wanda gasps, her entire body tensing before she lets out a loud moan. You don’t stop pumping into her, your fingers still working over her clit as she shakes underneath you. You can feel her tensing up again, another orgasm washing over her quickly.
She slumps forward as you slow your thrusts, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. You press gentle kisses over her back, giving her a second to calm down.
You pull out of Wanda, your strap coated in her arousal. She shudders at the loss, a low whine escaping her throat. She feels you tug on the back of her hair, pulling her to rest against your chest before pushing on her shoulder.
She gets the hint, dropping to her knees in front of you. You smile down at her, hand gently brushing the hair off her sweat-soaked forehead.
“So obedient,” you praise her and Wanda feels a thrill run through her at the words. “Now be a good girl and clean your mess up.”
You nudge the tip of your strap against her lips and Wanda’s eyes go wide.
She leans forward tentatively, her tongue darting out timidly to lick the tip of the silicone. You watch her for a few moments as she laps at the toy, eyes watching you for guidance.
“Come here,” you beckon Natasha over and Wanda hears the scaping of the stool on the ground.
Wanda listens to the soft pad of Natasha’s feet on the tile, her legs appearing in her peripheral vision. She watches as you cup Natasha’s cheek in your hand, pulling her in for a chaste kiss.
“Teach her how, baby,” you murmur, and Natasha sinks to her knees beside Wanda.
She wastes no time, gripping the base of the strap and sliding her mouth over the tip. She hollows out her cheeks as she takes the length of it into her mouth and Wanda couldn’t help but feel a little turned on by the sight of her boss licking her cum off your strap.
After a few seconds, she pulls off with a popping sound, a string of saliva trailing from her lip to the tip of the fake cock. Wanda acts instinctively, swiping it with her thumb before pressing it to her mouth, savouring the taste of Natasha.
You offer your hands to the two women, Wanda gratefully taking one as she stands. Her legs still feel shaky, her two orgasms had really taken it out of her. When they’re both standing, Wanda looks at you apprehensively, feeling as though she had failed.
“Don’t look so worried,” you reassure her, holding her chin between your thumb and index finger. “You did so well.”
Wanda smiles in return, the relief flowing through her. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint you, wanting to do everything in her power to make you happy.
You smile back at her before leaning in, capturing her lips in your own. The kiss is firm and passionate, your tongue probing Wanda’s mouth as you walk her backward until she brushes against the counter.
“No fair,” Wanda hears Natasha complain and you smile into the kiss, pulling away to roll your eyes at your girlfriend.
“Would you like a turn?” You ask Natasha and she nods, stalking toward Wanda with a wicked glint in her eye.
When Natasha kisses her, Wanda lets out a small squeak at the force behind it. Natasha grips the back of Wanda’s thighs, lifting her quite easily despite being smaller than the brunette. Wanda wraps her legs around Natasha as she is placed on the edge of the counter, the cool stone making her shiver as her overheated flesh makes contact with it.
Wanda can feel your hand in her hair and she breaks the kiss with Natasha to fuse her lips to yours again, feeling dizzy from all the attention.
When you pull away again, you’re both panting into each other's mouths and Wanda can feel the stirrings of arousal settling in her belly again.
“Want some cream, sweetheart?” You ask her, swiping some onto your finger.
Wanda nods eagerly and you smear it over her lips, her tongue darting out to lick it up. She hums at the sweet taste, aware of the eyes watching her every move.
“Want some more?” You ask her and she nods again.
You place it on her lips again but this time before she can lick it off, your tongue is there to do the job. You tug on her bottom lip with your teeth, pulling a whine from Wanda's throat. Once you’re satisfied that her lips are clean, you pull away, Wanda’s lips chasing yours.
“Like I said earlier, fucking delicious.”
Wanda beams at you, preening under the praise you were giving her.
“Would you like to try some too?” You ask, turning your attention to Natasha.
The redhead nods and you place your finger in the bowl once more, collecting the cream on the digit. This time, you don’t place the fluffy mixture on Wanda’s lips but rather, you dollop it onto her breast, her nipple reacting to the cold mixture immediately.
Natasha wastes no time, leaning forward to greedily lap it up with her tongue. Wanda arches her back, pressing her chest closer to Natasha as she showers her breast with attention.
“Want some syrup too?”
You don’t wait for a reply to your question, Wanda can feel the sticky liquid hit her shoulder before it runs down over her collarbone and through the valley between her breasts. Natasha cleans it up, her tongue following the path in reverse, making sure to nibble on Wanda’s collarbones along the way.
You drip the syrup on Wanda again, this time lower down her torso. Natasha follows the trail, her tongue dragging across Wanda’s skin as she leans back on her elbows to watch.
You drip the syrup onto the top of Wanda’s sex, the sticky liquid pooling at the apex of her thighs. Natasha doesn’t waver, making quick work of the clean-up. Your hand is running through Natasha’s hair, encouraging her exploration of Wanda’s body.
When the syrup is clean, Wanda expects Natasha to stand back up but instead, you push her head lower. Wanda sighs as Natasha’s tongue brushes her clit, her green eyes locking with Wanda’s as she lapped at her.
You move to stand behind Natasha and Wanda can see you gripping the base of your strap tightly.
“The louder you make her moan,” you inform Natasha, running the length of the strap along Natasha’s folds to get it nice and wet, “the harder I’ll fuck this pretty pussy of yours.”
Natasha doesn’t respond verbally but the way she pushes two fingers into Wanda’s entrance lets everyone know she heard you.
Wanda moans at the feeling, her body falling back as her arms give out. She grips Natasha’s head in her hands, trying to pull the redhead closer to her. Natasha moans against Wanda, indicating that you had entered her as promised.
Natasha removes her fingers after a few thrusts, instead moving her mouth down to Wanda’s entrance. She can feel Natasha's tongue slip inside her, the rough muscle tracing her most intimate flesh and causing her to moan louder.
Wanda can feel the power of your thrusts, Natasha’s nose bumping against her clit with each press forward of your hips. The redhead is moaning almost as loud as Wanda, even with her voice muffled.
Her nails are digging into Wanda’s thighs and Wanda can tell Natasha is getting close by the almost painful grip she has. Without warning, Wanda topples over the edge, her legs trying to close around Natasha’s head as she continues to lick Wanda through her orgasm.
It’s only a few seconds later that Wanda feels Natasha cry out against her, her tongue letting up for a few moments as she cries out in pleasure at her own release. Her head rests against Wanda’s thigh as she catches her breath, both women thoroughly dishevelled.
Wanda can hear the sound of you unbuckling the harness of the strap despite the blood rushing in her ears. She hears the sound of skin being slapped before Natasha jolts against her, a squeak of surprise escaping her.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” you say, the commanding tone of your voice making Wanda clench around nothing.
Natasha leans forward again, attaching her mouth to Wanda’s clit once more. Her fingers join in as well, three of them entering her and setting a quick pace. Wanda tries to shake her head in protest, already feeling overstimulated from the three orgasms she’d had this morning.
“Aw, sweetie,” you coo in a patronising tone, fingers tracing Wanda’s cheek gently. “She stops when I tell her to.”
Wanda watches as you climb onto the counter, legs resting either side of her head. You hover above her, your glistening folds inches from Wanda’s face. You begin to lower yourself down, Wanda’s tongue dutifully sticking out to lap at you.
“And I won’t tell her to stop until that pretty mouth of yours has made me cum at least twice.”
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AN: Ah yeah. This wasn't what I had planned to write today but here we are. 6k of some filthy smut for you all courtesy of my depraved brain. I have some ideas to turn this into a little series but I think I'll wait and see the response before starting another part to this so uh lemme know if you'd be interested to see more of neighbour Wanda. Anyhoo, hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Wanda’s keys jingle as she makes her way up the driveway to her house, anxious hands fumbling as she tries to unlock the thick wooden door.
She curses under her breath as the keys fall to the ground, the sharp sound of metal hitting concrete echoing in the quiet of the neighbourhood. Quickly scooping them up she finally manages to open her door, quickly slipping inside her dark house.
She discards her handbag on the floor beside her door, kicking her heels off along the way. She glances at the clock above the doorway to her kitchen, the hands taunting her delay.
She has the strong urge to scream, frustration bubbling through her veins as she mentally curses her boss. She was all set to leave work on time but at the last second, Natasha had called her into her office for an urgent meeting.
Wanda left ten minutes later than she would have liked inwardly seething, muttering under her breath that it could have been an email.
She races through her house, not bothering to turn on any lights as she makes her way to her bedroom. She slinks over to the window — the curtains left agape from when she opened them this morning — and peers across her yard and into the window directly across from her.
She can see the light is on in the bedroom, the house a mirror image of her own. She watches as the steam billows out from under the door to the bathroom and she breathes a sigh of relief knowing that she hadn’t completely missed her nightly routine.
She leans against the window ledge, waiting for you to emerge.
It had started innocently enough, Wanda had been putting away some clothes one evening when she had glanced up at the window, movement from your bedroom catching her eye.
The two of you had been neighbours for almost a year at that point, and while you had only spoken a handful of times during neighbourhood events or when you happened to cross paths of a morning, the brunette found herself completely enamoured by you.
You had just been stepping out of your shower, your towel wrapped tightly around your body as you walked toward your closet. She had averted her eyes once she realised, but not soon enough. You had dropped your towel, unknowingly exposing yourself to your neighbour.
The image had been burned into her brain for days afterwards, her attraction to you only growing.
The next time had been less of an accident, Wanda once again putting something away in her room when you stepped out from your shower. Wanda found herself mesmerised this time, unable to look away as she admired the curve of your ass and the soft skin of your breasts as you dressed yourself.
She knew it was wrong, but later that night she replayed the image over and over again while her hand was buried between her legs, your name on her lips as she fell apart.
The third time was a little more planned.
Wanda had figured out you had some kind of nightly schedule, your showers taken at promptly the same time every day. She breathed a sigh of relief as she noticed your curtains were open like they always were, sitting herself comfortably in the armchair beside the window that she usually reserved for reading books.
Her curtains were drawn, not wanting to alert you of her action and she happily watched as you walked into the room. You were clad in your workout gear and she assumed that you had just come from the gym, sweat beading along your collarbones as she watched you take off your warm up jacket before tossing it into the clothes hamper.
Your tank top soon followed and Wanda felt the heat rise in her cheeks as you were left standing there in just your sports bra and shorts. You walked into the bathroom then and she spent the next ten or so minutes trying to calm herself down and talk herself out of what she was doing.
This was wrong, she told herself over and over again. It was an invasion of your privacy. She was no better than the creepy perverts that society frowned upon.
She was just about to get up and leave when you walked back into the room, the towel wrapped loosely around your body. Wanda found herself rooted to the chair, eyes following your every move.
She expected you to dry yourself off before pulling on your clothes as you had done the time before. She just about choked on her tongue as you sunk into your mattress, towel falling open as your hand began to run over your body.
She watched transfixed as you palmed your breasts, eyes closed and a look of euphoria on your face. She wondered what sounds you were making, your mouth open as your hand trailed lower. She watched greedily as you sunk first one, then two fingers inside yourself, hips matching the rhythm of your hand.
She couldn’t move as you brought yourself to orgasm, legs clamping around your hand and she found herself longing to feel them tighten around her head instead.
Wanda had fallen into the familiar pattern over the past few weeks, eagerly waiting for your nightly shower after you finished at the gym. The nights when you pleasured yourself were her favourite, and she spent most of the time wishing it was her name that was falling from your lips.
She had learnt what you seemed to enjoy — how fast you liked to go, how many fingers you used, the way you would curl them just so to have your hips arching from the bed — and she even delighted in the small collection of toys you would sometimes use.
Wanda was falling deep and playing a dangerous game but she couldn’t bring herself to stop now, not when she craved the small glimpses of you so thoroughly.
The burst of steam alerts her to the bathroom door opening, your body emerging through the cloud as if you were an angel descending from heaven. To Wanda, that’s exactly what you were.
You don’t walk towards your closet and Wanda feels her thighs clench in anticipation, knowing what was about to transpire.
You crawl onto your bed, sitting up against the headboard as you bend one leg up toward yourself. You slowly unhook your towel, letting it fall open and exposing yourself once more to Wanda’s hungry eyes.
She gulps as you run one of your hands down the side of your neck, fingertips brushing over the skin that Wanda longed to sink her teeth into. She follows the path of your hand with her eyes, watching as you skim your fingers over your nipple.
She watches as it pebbles in arousal, what appears to be a breathy moan escaping your lips as you roll in between your fingers. Your legs fall open then and Wanda can see how turned on you are even from across the street. The slick between your legs reflects the light of your bedroom as your free hand runs down your torso.
You run your finger along your slit a few times, hips rising into the air as you circle your entrance slowly before pushing your finger inside your dripping centre. Wanda gulps as you start a slow pace, pumping your finger slowly before adding a second, stretching yourself out.
She can feel the heat rising in her own bedroom, her cheeks flaming in desire as she watches you, your face contorted in pleasure as you bring yourself closer to release. Wanda knows that these images will be called upon later, her own arousal pooling between her thighs.
Suddenly, your eyes fly open, looking straight through your open curtains into Wanda’s room. She realises too late her mistake as your eyes lock with startled green.
In her rush this evening, she had forgotten to close her own curtains and there was no denying that she had been sitting there watching you. The two of you stare at each other for a few moments — your fingers still buried deep inside of you — before Wanda springs into action, hastily closing her curtains before dropping to the ground.
“Oh god,” she whispers into the dark room, heart pounding wildly in her chest. “Oh, I am so fucked.”
Her mind is racing, trying to come up with an excuse as to why she was staring so intently at you while you fucked yourself. She considers just packing up and moving across the country but figures that was probably just an overreaction.
She had just decided upon talking to you in the morning, apologising profusely for the invasion of privacy and promising to keep her curtains closed indefinitely when the doorbell to her house sounds.
The chime echoes through the quiet house and she considers just ignoring it but it rings a second time and she knows that she better go face the music.
With a heavy sigh, she lifts herself to her feet and trudges slowly to her door. She hears the door chime a third time before she reaches it and she figures you must be impatiently waiting on the other side, ready to chew her out for being such a pervert.
She hopes that it’s just you on the other side, although she wouldn’t have blamed you if you had called the police for back up. She had never been arrested and she wondered what charges they’d press against her and how it would affect her job.
Oh man, how would she ever be able to tell Natasha about this? Her red-headed boss intimidated her more than anyone else on the planet and she didn’t know how she’d be able to look her in the eye and tell her about her new criminal record.
About how she was caught spying on her hot neighbour like some horny teenager that couldn’t control themselves.
With a deep breath, Wanda swings the door open. She’s relieved to find only you on the other side, no sign of back up behind you.
You’re dressed now, a pair of sweats and a t-shirt thrown on before you stormed over here to confront her.
She doesn’t meet your gaze, too ashamed to face up to her actions and lose the tentative friendship she had built with you. God, she was so stupid.
“Are you at least going to invite me in?” you ask when she doesn’t make a move to greet you and Wanda is glad to hear no outright hostility in your voice.
“O-of course,” Wanda stammers, moving aside to let you in.
You walk past her, arm brushing against her and she can’t help the shiver that rushes through her. Wanda catches the scent of something sweet, possibly your shampoo and she has to resist the urge to inhale obviously as she trails after you.
You walk through the house as if you had been there before and Wanda realises you must recognise the familiar layout of your own house mirrored in hers. You make your way to the living room, sitting down on the couch while Wanda turns the light on hesitantly.
She stands awkwardly by the wall, still looking determinedly down at her feet, hoping to put off your screaming for as long as she could.
“Come sit down,” you offer, patting the space next to you on the couch. “I don’t bite.”
Wanda looks up at the joking tone, expecting to see your eyes full of hatred. Instead, she finds kindness and warmth, a gentle smile gracing your lips.
She nods silently, slowly walking over and gingerly sitting down on the edge of the cushion.
You chuckle softly at her, hand reaching out to comfortingly rest on her shoulder. When she jerks at your touch you laugh again, shaking your head at her.
“Such a timid little thing, aren’t you,” you observe, your hand returning to rest in your lap.
You let the silence stretch out, watching as Wanda fidgets in her seat. You don’t want to be the first to break it, enjoying the way she squirms under your eyes, still not meeting your gaze.
“I’m sorry,” the brunette finally blurts out, hands twisting in her lap.
“For what?” you prod, a smirk crossing your face.
“For, you know.” Wanda shrugs, hands now gripping her thighs painfully tight.
“You’ll have to be more specific,” you dig further and if Wanda didn’t know any better she would think that you were taunting her.
“I’m sorry,” she begins again, taking a deep breath and screwing her eyes shut. “For watching you get undressed and watching you touch yourself tonight. It was wrong and an invasion of your privacy and I promise I won’t do it again.”
Her apology is rushed, words tumbling from her mouth as her cheeks are coated crimson from her confession. If her eyes were open you were sure they would be filled with tears of regret and embarrassment.
“Except,” you reply, drawing out the word. “It wasn’t just tonight, was it?”
Wanda’s eyes snap open, meeting yours as her face conveys her shock. You smile softly at her, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Y-you knew?” she questions, her voice a fearful whisper.
“Oh, sweetheart,” you lean in closer to her, your voice playful and mocking. “Why do you think I left my curtains open when I showered every night? I was putting on a show for you, I hope you appreciated it.”
Wanda’s mind is whirling at the information. Not only were you not mad about catching her spying on your intimate moments, but you had been actively encouraging it the whole time.
“But,” she begins, her mind turning and trying to make sense of the situation.
“Yes?” you prompt, running your nose along the column of her throat and enjoying the shiver it elicited from her.
“Why?” she breathes out slowly, tilting her head to the side as her hands clenched into fists in her lap.
“Hmmmm, let’s see,” you answer her, pressing kisses in the hollow of her neck and smiling at the shuddering breath she lets out. “I thought you were absolutely gorgeous the first time I met you. But you were always too shy whenever we talked, stuttering over your words and blushing whenever you looked at me. It was really quite adorable.”
Your hand rests atop her knee now and you feel the flex of her thigh beneath your fingers. You had her right where you wanted her.
“You were completely oblivious to how much I wanted you,” you continued, placing wet kisses down her neck, sucking on the skin periodically. “You were just so naive and innocent. So I decided to test the waters a little. It took you a while to notice, but when you did you proved to not be so innocent after all.”
Wanda whimpers as you nip along her jaw, your hand on her knee rising along her thigh, fingertips dipping between her clenched legs and prying them open slightly.
“It made me so wet when I knew you were watching me,” you confess, your free hand tilting her head towards yours. “It was always your name that I called out when I came.”
You press a kiss to the side of her mouth, her eyes screwed tightly shut.
“I-” she tries to speak but you shush her gently, pressing a kiss to the other corner.
“Don’t you dare try and apologise again,” you command, watching her throat constrict as she gulps audibly. “Or I’ll take you over my knee and give you something to be sorry about.”
She whimpers again, her thighs shifting ever so slightly and betraying the ache between her legs.
“No, no more thinking,” you tell her, lips millimetres from her own. “You want this as much as I do, so just give in.”
She barely has time to nod before you press your lips against hers, marvelling at the softness. You suck her bottom lip into your mouth, massaging it with your tongue as your hand slides to the back of her head, gripping her hair tightly.
She kisses you back tentatively at first, growing bolder with every second that passes.
When you feel her tongue probe your bottom lip, you part your lips, allowing her space to explore. The kiss heats up then, your tongues dancing together.
Wanda’s hands unclench from their spot on your thighs, one reaching out to lightly hold your waist while the other cups your cheek gently. You let her lead the kiss for a few minutes, giving her the false sense of being in control as she gains confidence.
She pushes against you and you lean back further into the cushions, Wanda following your lips and leaning over you. You use this new angle to slide your hand up the seam of her dress pants, pressing against her heat and enjoying the way she gasps into the kiss.
“Oh sweetheart,” you tease, pressing firmly against her while her hips roll against your hand. “I bet you’re just soaking through your panties right now, aren’t you?”
Wanda doesn’t answer, but her deepening blush tells you all you need to know. Without warning, you flip the two of you so she’s lying with her back on the couch as you lean over her. You smile down at her, fingers tracing her lips as she pants beneath you.
Wanda had dreamed about this moment for so long and she was starting to realise that maybe you had as well. Your hand trails down her front, undoing the buttons of her blouse as you go. Your lips follow the trail, kissing her skin as it’s exposed to you.
She tugs at your shirt and you laugh at her eagerness, allowing her to lift it over your head and expose your bare torso. The cool air of the room meets your heated skin and causes you to shiver, Wanda’s hands quickly roaming over your back.
You push her shirt from her shoulders, Wanda lifting onto her elbows to allow you room to undo the clasp of her bra. Once she’s free from the garment, your lips quickly find her breasts. You continue sucking marks into her skin, littering her breasts with red marks to match the ones on her neck.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out as you take one pert nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive bud.
Wanda can feel the heat pooling in her belly, the unmistakable sign of arousal slick between her legs. She is almost embarrassed about the sounds you were managing to elicit from her as you continue to lave her breasts with attention, but she’s too far gone to care, entirely wrapped up in you.
You slip one of your hands between the two of you, making quick work of the button of her pants. You slide your hand into her panties, the rough drag of the lace over your skin as your fingertips brush against her warm sex for the first time.
She’s wet and warm, your fingers easily sliding along her as she squirms beneath you.
“Patience,” you chide her, pressing your body against hers to still her. “If you can’t behave then I’m leaving.”
It’s an empty threat but Wanda doesn’t know that for certain and she was too scared to take the risk. If you left now, she knew that she’d be begging on her knees to get you to come back. No one had ever played her body so expertly and you had barely touched her yet.
With great restraint, she forces herself to still, dragging in lungfuls of air as she tries to calm herself.
“Good girl,” you mutter as she obeys you and she can’t help the thrill that rushes through her at the praise.
You go back to teasing her, circling her clit slowly with your finger before running in along her slit and barely dipping it inside of her. Your mouth is still pressing kisses across her breasts, tongue flicking over her nipples in a promise for what you could do with it in other places.
Wanda tries really hard to listen, but after a few minutes, she finds herself growing restless with your teasing. Every time you dip your finger inside her, you go a little deeper, but it’s still not enough.
“Please,” she calls out, head thrashing against the couch cushion.
“Please what?” you ask, head popping up to look down at her.
Her lips are swollen, her chest flushed and her pupils are dilated to the point you can barely see the green in them. You had never seen her look more beautiful.
She closes her eyes, embarrassment taking over once again. You push your finger into her centre slowly, not stopping until you bottom out. You wait then, not moving it and watching her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Please what?” you try again, waiting for her to break. “Only good girls who use their words get what they want.”
Wanda huffs out a breath of frustration but you can see her wavering, her walls clenching around your finger, hips trying to move to increase the friction but you still have them pinned.
“Please,” she whispers finally, her voice desperate and defeated. “Please fuck me?”
You barely let her finish the sentence before you pull your finger out, thrusting it back inside her quickly.
“Oh,” she gasps out, her eyes opening to find you watching her intently. “More, please.”
You oblige, adding a second finger. It slips beside the first easily as you set a steady pace, curling your fingers to hit the spot inside of her that has the coil tightening in her belly.
Wanda wasn’t a stranger to sex. She had dabbled in one night stands and had been involved in multiple relationships. But no one had ever touched her like this before, set every nerve in her body on fire the way you were.
It felt as though she was flying.
You lower your head back to her neck, sucking bruises down her body until you find the waistband of her pants. She whines as you remove your fingers from her, her walls clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness.
You drag her pants and underwear down her legs, pushing her knees apart before kissing along one of her creamy thighs. Her breaths are ragged, stomach clenched in anticipation as you climb higher to where she needs you most.
You blow across her heated centre, the cool air causing her to jump and you to laugh at her reaction. Before she can chide you, however, you lean forward, sucking her clit into your mouth. Wanda moans loudly, hand flying to your hair to try and anchor you to her as your tongue gives her clit the same attention you had shown her nipples earlier.
You slide your tongue down and she feels you probing at her entrance before you sink your tongue inside her, tasting her from the source. She can feel her orgasm quickly approaching now as your thumb reaches up to press against her clit, the action careening her toward the edge.
“Fuck, I’m gunna-” Wanda cries out, her grip in your hair tightening as the muscles in her thighs tense.
You just hum in acknowledgement, the vibrations shooting straight through the brunette as she reaches her peak. She climaxes then, your name mixed with a string of profanities falling from her lips as waves of pleasure wash over her.
You don’t let up, continuing to lick inside of her until her orgasm subsides. When she finally collapses into the couch, her legs falling from where they had clamped around her head, you press one last kiss to her clit before moving back up her body.
She uses the hand still in your hair to bring your lips to hers, eagerly licking inside your mouth to taste herself on your tongue. You groan into the kiss, your breasts pressed against hers as you rest over her.
You grab her hips then, manoeuvring the two of you until you sit with your back against the couch, Wanda's legs resting on either side of your thighs. You never break the kiss though, a clash of teeth and tongues as the two of you ignore the need for air.
She breaks first, resting her head against your shoulder as you grip her hips tightly, pulling her down to rest against your lap.
The surprised “oh” you hear in your ear makes you smirk as Wanda rests her weight fully against the bugle hidden under your pants.
“You feel that sweetheart?” you ask her as you guide her hips over you, the material of your sweatpants not doing much to stop Wanda from feeling the strap lurking under them.
“Yeah,” she whispers as she starts moving her hips on her own, seeking out the friction she was already craving again.
“Want me to fuck you with my cock?” you whisper into her ear, moving her faster over you.
“Please,” she replies and you tap her side lightly, asking her silently to lift up.
You notice the wet patch left behind on your sweatpants, evidence of her arousal coating the fabric.
“Such a needy little thing,” you tease, fingers dipping between her legs to feel just how wet she was.
Wanda whimpers as your fingers probe her, before you lift your hand in front of her face, the arousal coating the digits clear for all to see.
“Already so wet just thinking about my cock stretching you open, such a greedy little slut. One orgasm wasn’t enough for you?” You’re teasing her openly now but Wanda can’t help the rush of arousal at your cruel words.
You trail your wet fingers over her lips, coating them in her slick. Wanda doesn't even think, obediently parting her lips and sucking your fingers into her mouth. You suck in a sharp breath, watching her tongue working over your fingers and cleaning her own juices from your hand.
“I’ll have to put that mouth to use later,” you promise as you withdraw your hand, lifting your hips to tug your sweatpants down your legs.
Wanda’s eyes go wide, eyeing the strap nestled between your legs. You kick your sweatpants off, gripping the base of your cock as your free hand grips her waist tightly.
“I don’t think-” Wanda begins, but you cut her off with a quick slap to her firm ass — not enough to hurt but enough to get her to stop thinking.
“I thought I already told you not to think,” you reprimand her as you slide the tip of the cock along her slit, coating it in her arousal. “Are you worried, it’s going to be too big, sweetheart?”
She just nods, even as her hips rock in time with yours, chasing the full feeling from earlier.
“Don’t worry about that,” you reassure her. “I promise to go slow and stop if it’s too much okay?”
She nods again, breath catching as you line the toy up with her entrance. She begins to sink down slowly, eyes rolling back and a moan escaping her throat as she feels the burn of being stretched out.
“Not that it really matters,” you continue as she slowly sinks down. “That pussy of yours is just begging to be filled by my cock.”
“Wha-” Wanda tries to ask as she processes your words but you’ve already pulled her down on top of you, the toy bottoming out inside of her.
Wanda cries out, the sudden intrusion making her catch her breath. She can feel the burn between her legs but you’ve stopped moving, giving her time to adjust. Your hand is running up and down her back soothingly, your mouth pressing gentle kisses to her forehead and slowly she feels the burning feeling retreat, replaced by a feeling of warmth.
She shifts her hips experimentally, feeling the toy shift inside her. She does it again, a small moan escaping her lips at the feeling of pleasure.
“Good girl,” you praise her again as she begins rocking slowly over you, her hands pressed against your shoulder for leverage.
You thrust up shallowly and Wanda rewards you with a cry of pleasure. So you do it again, except a little harder. Another sound of enjoyment. This time, you use the hands on her hips to guide her up — Wanda feeling the drag of the strap along her walls — before you drop her back down, your hips thrusting up to meet her.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, the pleasure shooting through her. “Harder.”
She doesn’t need to ask twice and soon you’ve set a brutal rhythm. Your hands lift Wanda repeatedly, hips thrusting up into her, firmly gripping her ass for leverage as you watch the strap disappear inside her walls. Eagerly, she’s meeting you, slamming herself down onto you over and over again.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” you encourage her, sweat beading along your forehead from the exertion. “Fucking yourself on my cock so good.”
“Please,” Wanda cries out, not even knowing what she’s asking for.
“Lean back for me?” you ask her and she obliges quickly, the new change in angle having her see stars.
You bring one of your hands to her swollen clit, your thumb rubbing against it in time with your thrusts. You can tell she’s close now, her thighs clenching again and her eyes screwed shut.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Grip my cock in that pretty pussy of yours and coat it with your cum.” Wanda couldn’t deny your request if she wanted to, the strap hitting inside of her just right as your thumb pressed firmly against her clit.
She cums with a sharp cry of your name but you don’t give her time to ride out the waves of pleasure. You quickly flip the two of you, pushing her back into the mattress as you continue to rut into her, prolonging her orgasm and quickly building her to another one.
“I can’t,” she tries to protest, already spent from the orgasms you had given her.
“I know you can give me one more,” you coax, your pace unrelenting as you slip your hand between the two bodies, both slick with sweat. “I want to see you cum on my cock one more time.”
Wanda tries to bat your hand away but she’s too weak and you find her clit easily. She’s soaked at this point, your fingers sliding over her effortlessly as her arousal coats your hand and both your thighs.
“Oh,” she gasps as you shift your hips, changing the angle and hitting deeper inside of her. “I think I’m gonna cum.”
“That’s my good girl,” you coo, pistoning your hips quickly.
She stiffens under you, breath catching as her release takes hold. You help her ride out her orgasm, slowing as her cries subside. You watch as a tear rolls down her cheek from her tightly clenched eyes and you catch it with your lips as you slowly pull out of her.
You undo the harness, tossing it aside as you rest your head on her chest, listening to her still erratic heartbeat.
“Holy shit,” Wanda whispers after a moment, the feeling slowly coming back to her body.
She doesn’t remember the last time she came that hard, if ever and she hopes that this wasn’t just a one time thing.
“Yeah,” you reply, your cocky demeanour from earlier gone as you bask in the feeling of resting against Wanda. “So, can I expect you at your window at the same time tomorrow?”
She smacks your arm lightly and laughs along with you at your joke, the mood shifting into something more lighthearted in the aftermath of the night's events.
“I’m glad you caught me,” she smiles down at you, gently brushing away the hair stuck to your forehead by sweat.
“Me too,” you agree, leaning up to press your lips to hers in a sweet kiss.
“So,” Wanda begins as you pull away, a devilish smirk on her lips. “What were you saying about putting my mouth to use later?”
//
“Maximoff!”
Wanda is roused from her daydream by the sharp tone of her boss coming through the intercom.
She had been recalling the events of the night before, not that she could really escape them.
She had spent almost an hour this morning trying to hide the purple bruises that littered her chest and neck before ultimately deciding on a turtleneck, earning a few strange looks from her coworkers about her choice of attire for this time of year.
Every time she shifted in her seat she felt the ache between her legs and was reminded of the person who contributed to it.
She was even surrounded by your scent, the smell of your perfume lingering on her body after spending the night wrapped in your arms.
She was entirely wrapped up in you and not at all in the mood for her boss's antics.
“Yes,” Wanda replies, pressing down the button on the intercom to reply to the fiery red-head in the adjacent office.
Sometimes having Natasha Romanoff as a mentor was a great thing. She had taken Wanda under her wing, training her up to follow in her footsteps.
But other times, being a glorified assistant to the demanding CEO really got in the way of things.
Like daydreaming about the way you filled her up, or the way you tasted as you came apart under her tongue.
“I need to see you in my office,” Natasha tells her and Wanda sighs.
She pushes away from her desk, wincing at the ache between her thighs as she makes her way to Natasha’s office. She knocks lightly before being told to enter and she slips inside, closing the door behind her.
“What’s up?” she questions as she delicately sits down on the chair across from her boss, missing the knowing smirk on Natasha’s face.
“I was just wondering if you were coming to the barbeque this weekend?” Natasha asks her, clicking a few buttons on her computer in front of her.
Wanda nods absentmindedly, remembering her coworkers mentioning something about the annual event. She had only been at the company a few months now but she knew that this was an important event, one that was shared with other companies as a chance to network and share ideas.
“Of course,” she replies, seeing Natasha’s pleased smile.
“It will be a great way for you to network with other companies and really work on your interpersonal skills.” Natasha reminds her and Wanda just nods again.
“Partners are welcome too,” Natasha throws in, watching Wanda carefully. “Will you be bringing someone?”
Your face comes to Wanda’s mind, but she knows it’s far too early to invite you to work events. You hadn’t even defined what the two of you were and she didn’t want to screw things up by moving too quickly.
“No,” Wanda replies, shaking her head. “I’m not really seeing anyone at the moment. How about you?”
Natasha smiles wide, her whole face lighting up and Wanda had never seen her boss look this happy.
“I’ll be bringing my girlfriend,” she responds, tilting her computer screen to show the brunette her background. “I can’t wait to introduce the two of you. She’s heard a lot about you.”
Wanda’s blood runs cold as she stares at the monitor, the two happy faces staring back at her.
The photo had been taken near a waterfall somewhere, lush green surrounding the two people in the frame.
On the left was Natasha, a loving smile on her face as she gazed at the person beside her. Next to her, grinning at the camera was a face Wanda would recognise anywhere. A face that she had spent many nights dreaming about and only a few hours earlier, a face that had been pressed against hers as she kissed you goodbye before leaving for work.
Summary: You hadn't expected your Friday night to end up this bloody.
Pairing: Wanda x reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, Dark fic
Words: 8.1k
Warnings: dark!Wanda, mentions of blood, toxic relationship, controlling behaviour, fingering, oral, face sitting, strap use, restraints (magic), overstimulation, rough sex, dubcon, slight degradation, mentions of murder, manipulation. I think that's it.
AN: This story was inspired by the MoM trailer, specifically the moment from the gif. It's taken me like a whole month to write it and it ended up way longer than expected but I hope you all like it.
The house is dark when you get home, no sign of life within the walls.
You close the front door, the click of the lock sliding into place echoing off the walls and breaking the silence.
“Wanda?” you call out, stepping forward. You wait a moment for the reply but you’re met with nothing but silence.
Turning on the hall light, you fish your phone from your pocket. You hope you haven't missed any calls from your girlfriend and you breathe a sigh of relief when your notifications come up empty.
But still, it was rare for you to beat Wanda home from work. She usually made it a point to greet you at the door, stating how much she missed you while you were gone. You can feel the apprehension clawing inside of you, an instinctive feeling that something was just — off.
You unlock your phone, sending a text message to Wanda just to ease your concerns.
Hey babe, I just got home and you’re not here :( Will you be home soon? Miss you!
You reread the text several times before sending it, making sure there was no way for the tone of the message to be misconstrued. You didn’t want to sound demanding of your girlfriend's time, you knew she was busy and that she would be home as soon as she could.
You set your phone on the coffee table as you enter the living room, making sure to set the ringer to loud in case a call or text came through. You didn’t want to miss Wanda’s reply, knowing how frustrated it made her when you didn’t answer her calls or respond to her messages within a reasonable timeframe.
You sit on the couch, flicking the TV on. A sitcom is playing on the screen and you settle in the cushions, the familiar sounds of laugh tracks and lighthearted conversations comforting you. You try to get into the episode but you keep glancing at your phone every time it catches the reflection of the screen, thinking it has lit up with an incoming message.
Your stomach rumbles and you place your hand over it, trying to ignore the hollow feeling. You knew how much Wanda liked eating dinner with you each night so you decided you could wait just a little longer for her to get home.
Your phone lights up, distracting you from your hunger and you grab it off the table in front of you. However, it’s not a text from your girlfriend but rather a Snapchat notification from your coworker, Carol.
You open the app, clicking on her name to play the video she had sent you. The screen shows Carol in her apartment, hair damp from a shower as she walks through to her bedroom.
“So I was in the shower,” she begins, a grin on her face. “And I hear this bang outside. Pretty typical for this time of night with my psycho neighbour.”
“Anyway,” She throws herself down onto her bed dramatically at this point and you roll your eyes at her theatrical storytelling. “I’m drying myself off after my shower and I notice a red light flashing under my door. So I guess something actually happened this time and the cops showed up.”
She sits up now, her smile growing even wider. “You know me, I live for drama. So I’m going to go check it out and see just what the hell is going on.”
The video cuts off and you shake your head before typing out your response to her.
Sounds wild, can’t wait to hear all the deets at work on Monday!
She just sends a winking emoji in reply and you chuckle to yourself at your friends' antics. She was one of the bright spots of your day, always keeping your spirits lifted even when work was stressing you out. You knew Wanda didn’t exactly approve of how close the two of you were but you constantly reassured her that Carol was just your friend and that she had nothing to worry about.
You tune back into your show, frowning as you check the time on your phone. Wanda should have been home at least an hour ago but you didn’t want to message her again. Wanda liked her freedom and you didn’t want to intrude on that, no matter how concerned you were becoming.
Finally, you hear her keys in the lock and you walk towards the front door to greet her. Your playful jab at her lateness dies in your throat as you take in her appearance.
Her white long sleeve shirt is no longer white, soaked with stripes of crimson across her chest and splattering out across the rest of her torso. Blood drips down her face, almost splitting her face into two, one side completely covered with drops of the dried red liquid.
Her hair looks damp and you realise it must be matted with blood and your stomach drops as you take in the sheer volume of it.
“Wanda, wha-” you stop mid-sentence as she locks eyes with you, the carnal expression on her face stealing all the air from your lungs.
“I’m fine,” she tells you and if you were thinking clearer you would have noticed the hard edge to her voice leaving no room for argument.
“Who’s blood is that?” you continue, your voice cracking with fear.
Wanda doesn’t answer your question, choosing instead to take a step toward you. You take a step back instinctively, every nerve in your body on edge as you get the overwhelming feeling of an animal being stalked by a predator.
Wanda smirks, a crooked sadistic grin crossing her face as she notices the movement of your feet away from her — as if she enjoyed the thrill of the chase.
“Don’t run from me dove,” she coos, her hands moving from where they rested at her sides, red wisps circling out from her fingertips. “You won’t get very far.”
You feel the energy surrounding your wrists, the tightening sensation of being restrained holding them locked together as Wanda continues to stalk forward. You don’t resist her this time, even though every instinct in your body is telling you to run.
But this was Wanda, your Wanda. She wouldn’t hurt you.
Right?
She stops in front of you, your body trembling slightly and you hate how it betrays the fear that courses through you. Wanda raises her hand to your cheek and you hate the look of hurt that crosses her face as you flinch.
“Relax, moya lubov,” her voice is gentle as her fingers brush over your cheek in a gentle caress. “I just want to take care of what’s mine.”
She cups your cheek then, pulling you into a kiss. Her lips are soft against yours for a moment and you can feel the tension leaving your body as you melt into her. This was your Wanda, the one you knew would protect you no matter what.
But the kiss quickly becomes heated, Wanda’s lips urgent against yours. She nips at your bottom lip and you whimper as you feel the skin break, the sharp metallic taste of blood lingering on your tongue.
She's walking forward again, pushing your body across the floor as her lips continue to move desperately, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth as her hands grip your upper arms tightly. You know that her grip will leave bruises on your skin but you can’t get enough oxygen in to voice your concerns.
You feel the back of your legs hit the arm of the couch, Wanda still advancing and causing your back to curve over the furniture. She detaches her lips from yours now, you catch the almost feral look in her eye — her pupils blown wide from lust. All traces of green are gone now, all that remains is black rimmed with red.
Wanda grasps your waist, turning your body around and bending you over the couch. One of her hands grasps your wrists — her magic still keeping them bound tightly — as she presses her body over yours. You can feel the weight of her on top of you, her breasts trapped between your bodies, her breath warm on the back of your neck.
Her free hand reaches around as she brushes your hair aside with her nose, her teeth nipping along the ridges of your spine. She snaps open the button of your pants, your breath becoming ragged as your fear quickly turns to arousal.
She stands and you immediately miss her warmth as she tugs your jeans down your legs. She pulls them off, your underwear following quickly behind them. She grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging you up to lean against her, pulling your head to the side so she can latch her mouth onto your neck.
She bites down hard, you hiss at the sting even as she soothes it with her tongue. It wasn’t uncommon for Wanda to get a little carried away during sex — something you usually enjoyed as she would always take such good care of you afterward — but something seemed different tonight.
Her touches were just a little harsher, no undercurrent of care to be detected. It was needy and desperate as if she thought you would disappear the moment she let you go.
Her hands find your breasts, wrapping around you to grope at your chest. You feel the vibrations of Wanda’s frustrated growl against your neck, the fabric separating the two of you clearly too much for her. With a forceful tug, you hear the sound of fabric ripping as your shirt is torn open before being discarded on the floor.
Wanda’s firm hand between your shoulder blades pushes you back down, her weight crushing you against the couch once more as she drapes herself over you. One of her feet kicks your legs apart, spreading you before her.
The only sound in the room is the sound of ragged breathing, both of your chests rising and falling as the air becomes thick with anticipation. You’re completely at Wanda’s mercy and she knows it, her hand trailing up your inner thigh towards your centre, slick with arousal already.
She runs her fingers through your folds a few times, gathering the moisture there as you push back against her — desperate for some friction to ease the ache that had settled low in your stomach.
Wanda thrusts three fingers into you, not giving you time to accommodate the stretch before she begins to pump them within your walls. The sudden intrusion has you arching your back, her pace never faltering even as you hiss in pain. But, after a moment the pain begins to fade, replaced with the familiar feeling of your girlfriend's talented fingers caressing you from the inside.
You gasp out in pleasure and you feel Wanda's content hum against your spine where her lips trail over the protruding bones, nipping at the ridges she finds there.
“That’s it, dove,” her words feel like a caress, the heat settling in your lower belly diverting all your attention. “Don’t forget that I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”
“Wanda,” you pant, feeling the coil tightening already as she adds a fourth finger, the slight discomfort of the additional digit only lingering for a second. “Please-”
“I know, I know,” she tells you, angling her hand slightly until she is hitting that spot and you can feel your eyes rolling back into your head. “I want you to be a good girl and cum all over my fingers.”
You don’t wait for her to change her mind, your walls clenching around her as the waves of your orgasm wash over you. You call out her name loudly, your moans echoing through the house as she guides you through your release.
She doesn’t let up though, her fingers continuing their movements as her other hand snakes around your waist, fingertips sliding over your slick mound to find your clit. She rolls over it expertly, the sensitive nub throbbing as you feel the coil tightening again. Your breaths are ragged, you still hadn’t managed to catch your breath after your first orgasm and now you were quickly headed to your second.
“Wanda, I-” you try to warn her, you knew she liked it when you asked for permission to cum but before you could even finish the sentence you felt your walls constrict again, your breath catching in your throat as your release hit you out of nowhere.
“That’s it, dove,” Wanda encourages, her fingers continuing to pump in and out of you as wave after waves of pleasure washes over you. “I’m the only person who knows how to make you like this, all needy and desperate and fucked out for me.”
You just nod dumbly, trying to catch your breath as Wanda finally begins to slow her movements. If it weren’t for the fact that you were bent over the side of the couch, you were certain that you would have fallen to the floor by now due to the shaking of your legs. You were sure that if you tried to stand on them now, they would fold underneath you.
Wanda stands up, her warmth leaving your back and the cool air hitting your sweat soaked skin causing you to shiver. You feel the restraints around your wrists disappear as she leaves, the muscles in your arm a dull ache as they flop beside you. You hear her walking away and you think about pushing yourself up, feeling exposed as you lie there naked over the side of the couch, your ass on display for all to see. You make a feeble attempt to get up but your arms lack the strength and your legs still feel like jelly.
Instead, you lie there quietly, your ragged breaths the only sound in the room as you drift in and out of consciousness. Your mind wanders to the state Wanda came home in, and you can feel the panic rising inside of you again as you recall the sheer amount of blood that covered her body.
A hand against your hip makes you jump, too caught up in your own thoughts that you hadn’t heard her return. You hear her chuckle above you as her palms smooth along your back before reaching the base of your hair. It slides into the strands, gripping firmly as she takes a step closer to you.
You feel something nudge at your entrance, pushing just enough for you to feel it as the hand not in your hair grips your waist firmly. Wanda continues to push her hips closer to yours and you feel yourself being stretched, the familiar burn alerting you to the fact that while she was gone Wanda had put on her favourite strap.
She kept pushing into you, rocking her hips back and forth slightly and going deeper with each thrust as your body adjusted to the silicone toy attached to her. Your little whimpers only encouraged Wanda more and you could hear her stuttering breaths as she finally bottomed out. You knew that with this particular toy she liked to use her magic, creating sensations to pleasure herself just as much as you.
“You feel so good, dove,” she praises you as she withdraws slowly before snapping her hips back against yours, driving the toy deeper inside you. “Your pretty pussy clenching nice and tight around my cock. Such a needy thing you are.”
“Just for you,” you gasp out as she snaps her hips again before pulling out immediately, her pace picking up. “It’s all for you.”
“That’s my good girl,” Wanda coos as the hand in your hair pulls tightly, your head yanked back as she uses it for leverage. “My needy little dove, can’t get enough of my cock. I love seeing you like this. No one else will ever get you like this, you’re mine.”
Every word is punctuated by a sharp thrust, the strap hitting inside you and making you cry out with pleasure. You knew that you should be concerned by Wanda’s possessive words but they just turned you on even more, the knowledge that you were hers and hers alone making your brain fuzzy.
“All yours,” you repeat breathlessly as Wanda continues to fuck into you, the obscene sound of flesh slapping together echoing around the room.
“My perfect little slut,” Wanda grunts and you can tell by the rough edge of her voice that she was getting close. “Ready for me to use when I need to.”
“Yes, yours,” you echo, feeling the pleasure building inside of you, every thrust bringing you closer to the edge.
“Making such a mess, dove,” Wanda taunts, her hand in your hair gripping tighter to the point it was almost too painful. “So wet for me, you like being filled by my cock, don’t you?”
You don’t answer, your brain completely mush as the haze of pleasure consumes you. You’re not sure how much longer you can hold out, your third orgasm dangerously close.
Just as you’re about to fall over the edge, Wanda stops moving, her hand on your hip landing harshly on your bare ass. You cry out in pain, feeling the heat of the blood rushing to where you were struck.
“Answer me,” she commands, striking the other cheek now before pulling you up by the hair until her mouth rests against your ear. “You like being used like this, don’t you?”
The rough way she growls in your ear makes you shudder against her, the action causing the toy inside you to shift. Your eyes roll back, the new angle making it hit deep inside you.
“Y-yes,” you stutter out, trying to catch your breath. “P-please. I was so close.”
“I don’t know if you deserve to cum,” she spits out, moving her hips slowly and causing you to whine, your head dropping forward as she paces both of her hands on your hips. “You know I hate it when you don’t listen to me.”
“Please, I’ll be good,” you counter, your hands resting against the edge of the couch as you push back against her, trying to spread your legs further and invite her deeper. “I’ll be your good girl.”
“Hmmm,” Wanda considers, her pace quickening and you feel the pressure building again. “We’ll see about that.”
One of her hands slips between your legs, finding your swollen clit and flicking over it. The added pressure is all you need and you cry out loudly as you start to cum again. Your legs give out and you slip to the floor, Wanda following you down.
She doesn’t waste any time, flipping you onto your back before slipping inside you again. She hooks her arms under your knees, her hips keeping up their brutal pace as she ruts into you. Her face is scrunched up in pleasure and you can still see the streaks of dried blood across it, her sweat mixing with the red and turning it into a liquid again.
You watch as a drop runs across her nose, dripping down onto your chest as she chases her release. Her head drops to your shoulder, her arms framing your head as her hips snap into yours, your legs wrapped around her waist as you try to match her pace.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” she groans, her pace erratic now as she reaches her climax.
Her hips are stuttering into you as her orgasm hits her, the irregular pattern setting you over the edge once again. You claw at her back, trying to find leverage as you cry out in pleasure. You can feel your release on your thighs, the slick liquid dripping down to the floor below you.
Once Wanda has recovered, she pulls out of you. The sudden empty feeling pulls a whimper from your throat and you catch Wanda's smirk. Your legs drop to the floor, as she kneels above you, loosening the harness around her waist as you watch through hooded eyes.
You hear the strap hit the floor beside you with a thud, Wanda quickly moving up your body to rest her knees on either side of your head. You can see how wet she is from this angle, her glistening folds hovering above you and coated in her release.
“Clean me up nice and good, dove,” she instructs, lowering herself down slightly. “Time to put that pretty mouth of yours to good use.”
She doesn’t wait for your reply, lowering the rest of the way until your lips connect to hers. You dart your tongue out, the taste of her on your tongue spurring you to action. You wrap one of your arms around her waist as your tongue flicks over her, collecting her juices on your tongue.
“Such a good girl,” you hear Wanda sigh as your tongue dips inside her entrance.
You can feel how hot and slick she is, your tongue moving inside her rhythmically as she grinds her hips over your face. Your nose brushes her clit with every movement of her hips and you can hear her moans above you.
You can feel her arousal coating your chin, your tongue continuing to explore her body as she pushes harder against you. You are struggling to breathe but you know better than to stop, the memory of the last time you failed to please Wanda fresh in your mind. It had been days before you were able to sit comfortably after that.
Wanda’s hips pick up their pace, her walls beginning to close in around your tongue as her cries get louder. Her thighs clamp around your head as you feel the rush of her release coat your tongue, her hips grinding down on your face as you help her ride out her orgasm.
When you feel like you’re about to pass out from lack of oxygen, her legs release you. You gasp for breath as Wanda moves to straddle you, her mouth pressing kisses over your face. You’re still catching your breath as her mouth moves lower, traveling between your breasts and over your stomach.
It’s not until her tongue darts out to lap at your clit that you realise her intention, and your hand weakly reaches out to push her head away.
“Wanda, no more please,” you beg, not sure your body could handle any more stimulation at this point.
“Just one more for me,” she replies, her eyes locked on yours, still rimmed with red. “I just want to make you feel good.”
“Wanda, I can’t,” you begin to argue, pushing yourself onto your elbows to look down at her.
“It wasn’t a question,” she shoots back, the red wisps returning and pushing you onto your back.
You try to sit up but it’s no use, the force of her magic keeping you right where she wanted you. She licks along your slit and you jerk at the action, the pressure too much against your overstimulated flesh.
“Wanda, please,” you beg, trying to close your legs to stop her.
“Just relax, dove,” her voice is muffled between your legs as her tongue continues to trace over you, “I just want to taste what’s mine.”
Her tongue slips inside you then, the wet muscle stroking inside you as tears leak from your eyes. Your chest is heaving as she continues, the sensations bordering on painful as she continues to thrust her tongue in and out of your entrance.
Her thumb comes up to brush against you and you hear her muffled chuckle as you jolt against her. The sensitive bundle of nerves twitches against her thumb and you gasp as she pulls you closer to an orgasm you weren’t sure you could handle.
“Wan-” you try to ask her to stop again but your climax hits you suddenly, the shockwaves of pleasure rolling through your body and making your legs shake. You sob as the pleasure becomes too much, Wanda still moving inside you as she tries to draw out your release as long as possible.
Finally, she relents, pressing soft kisses as she moves back up your body. Every nerve in your body is on fire, and you are shivering as she props herself up on her elbow beside you.
“I told you that you had one more,” she smiles down at you, her hand pushing aside the hair stuck to your forehead by sweat. “How about we go get cleaned up?”
You don’t have the energy to protest as she lifts you up, carrying you up the stairs to the bathroom. She smiles softly at you as she runs the bath, the steam filling the room with the calming scent of lavender.
You sink into the water, the warmth enveloping you and soothing your muscles. Wanda lowers herself in front of you, her back pressed to your front as your arms wrap around her.
“I love you,” her voice echoes off the tiles as you rest your head against her shoulder.
“I love you too,” you reply easily, the words leaving your lips without a second thought.
You grab the washcloth from beside you, dipping it into the water as you begin to wash her back. You can see the trails of red run down her back, a reminder of the blood that still coated her head.
You remember her tone from earlier and you’re too scared to bring it up. But as you continue to clean her, Wanda’s satisfied hums filling the silence you find no marks on her body. You’re filled with relief that she wasn’t harmed at all but you can't shake the sinking feeling in your stomach when you remember the sheer volume of blood.
Taking a deep breath to gather your courage, you risk it and ask once more.
“Wanda, whose blood is this?” you hold your breath, waiting for her to tense in anger that you hadn’t let it go.
Instead, she turns to face you, her face now cleared of the crimson liquid, the bathwater tinted pink. She smiles at you, reaching out to touch her index finger to your nose before pressing a soft kiss against it.
“Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”
Her tone is light but you don’t press further, not wanting to risk her ire. She seemed calm again, all the earlier agitation gone from her demeanour as the two of you rest peacefully in the bath.
Once the water begins to cool, she helps you out of the bath. She takes great care drying you, before helping you into your shared bed. She clambers in beside you, her damp hair resting against your shoulder as she places her ear over your heart.
It was how you fell asleep most nights, Wanda claiming that she liked the reassurance of hearing your heart beating as you fall asleep. You stroke your fingers through her hair, thoughts swirling as you try to make sense of the night.
Her breathing evens out long before you fall asleep, her face looking so young and innocent bathed in the moonlight from the window. You watch her eyelashes resting against her cheek as she dreams, the freckles over her nose almost invisible in the dim light.
She was your everything and you would die for her. And as you drifted off to sleep, you found yourself wondering if someone had died because of her.
//
You groaned as the blaring of your alarm woke you on Monday morning, its incessant noise filling the room and pulling you from your dreams.
You roll over to turn it off, the muscles in your body protesting the movement, still aching from your weekend. You and Wanda had hardly left the bed the whole weekend and you certainly weren’t complaining, even if your body was. You stretch languidly once you have silenced your alarm, a satisfied noise escaping your lips as you feel your joints crack as you shift under the covers.
You can hear the sounds of the shower in the next room, a sign that Wanda would be headed into work early today. Her schedule was often unpredictable of a morning, depending entirely on what training and reports needed to be completed.
You debate joining her in the shower but a quick glance at your phone shows that you don’t have the time. Reluctantly, you roll out of bed and begin the trek to the kitchen.
Wanda finds you there a few minutes later, towel drying her hair as she watches you fill two coffee mugs. She smiles adoringly at you as you place one in front of her, her smile growing as she notices the misshapen love heart drawn into the foam.
“You’ve been practising,” she comments as you bring your own drink to your lips, hands wrapped around the warmth of the mug.
“Just trying to find new ways to tell you how much I love you,” you reply, watching as Wanda rolls her eyes at your cheesy comment.
You busy yourself with tidying the mess you had made while Wanda sips her coffee silently, eyes following your every move. She’d grin every time you caught her staring, your cheeks heating from the obvious attention.
“Early start today?” you ask as you lean your hip against the counter you just wiped down, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.
“Yeah, Steve wants us to run a simulation before training this morning.” Wanda shrugs as she stands, walking over to place her mug in the sink.
“I’ll be home early though so I’ll cook dinner tonight,” she presses a kiss to your forehead before she walks back towards the bedroom to finish getting ready.
You sigh before you place both mugs in the dishwasher, walking down the hallway to the bathroom. You let the warm water of the shower wash over you, the heat easing the ache in your muscles.
By the time you make it back to the bedroom, Wanda is pulling her shoes on. She smirks as you walk in clad in just your towel, eyes raking over your legs appreciatively.
“Maybe I can be a little late today,” she offers as she leans back on the bed, propping herself on her elbows.
You feel the heat erupt in your belly as she eyes you hungrily and you can’t help but comply. You drop your towel before moving toward her, excited for what was to come.
//
The elevator dings as the doors slide open and you rush out, trying to make it to your desk before your boss realises you’re not there.
Your morning activities had taken longer than planned and while you didn’t regret your choice at all, it did leave you rushing to make it to work on time. A quick glance at your watch shows that you’re only ten minutes late and you breathe a sigh of relief as you sink into the chair at your desk.
You power up your computer as you glance around, your colleagues paying you no attention as they complete their work. You look over to Carol’s desk, finding it empty and you assume she must have been called out to a job first thing this morning.
You had missed your usual morning breakfast date, something the two of you did every morning before work. You would sit in the break room, eating your breakfast and chatting. It was always a nice start to your day and you were already dying to fill her in on how your weekend had gone over lunch.
Your computer finally starts up and you busy yourself with replying to the emails that are beginning to pile up in your inbox. An hour quickly passes and your focus is only interrupted by the ringing of the phone on your desk. You recognise the number as your managers and you quickly answer it, surprised she was calling you instead of just sending an email or a text.
“Mr. Hart would like to see you in his office,” your manager tells you once you answer the phone and you reply that you’ll be there soon, your heart pounding in your chest.
Mr. Hart was the owner of the company and not someone you had to talk to very often. In fact, besides small talk when you ride in the elevator with him or the occasional company lunch, you weren’t sure you had ever really talked to him.
You start to panic, thinking that you were probably in trouble for being late this morning. But that seemed like a strange thing for the big boss to be getting involved in, surely your manager could handle the write-up for tardiness.
Your legs feel shaky as you walk towards his office, a sense of dread filling you with every step. Something just feels off and you can’t quite put your finger on it.
You raise an unsteady hand, fist knocking lightly on the door in front of you. You hear Mr. Hart beckon you in and you wrap your hand around the handle, taking a deep breath before opening.
You weren’t prepared for the sight that greeted you.
Mr. Hart sat at his desk, a solemn expression on his face. Your manager was there too, and it looked like she had been crying recently. There were also two police officers in the room, one seated across from the large oak desk and the other leaning against the side of the room.
“Please, come sit,” Mr. Hart gestures to the remaining chair and you nod, shutting the door behind you before following his instruction.
“What’s going on?” you ask, voice trembling as you gently sit on the edge of the chair, leg bouncing anxiously as you look around the room.
“This is Officer Pembroke and Officer Hawkins,” Mr. Hart introduces them, gesturing as he calls their names. “They have a few questions for you.”
“Me?” you blurt out, feeling the panic bubbling inside of you.
“You’re not in trouble,” Officer Pembroke assures you from her seat beside you. “We just have some questions for an investigation and you may be able to help.”
You nod, swallowing down the feeling of uneasiness. She looks down at her notebook before she begins.
“You’re familiar with a worker here by the name of Carol Danvers?”
You freeze at the name, remembering her empty desk this morning.
“Y-yeah,” you stutter out a response, “she works at the desk across from me. We’re friends.”
“When was the last time you saw Miss Danvers?” the officer continues, her face giving nothing away.
“Um, Friday afternoon,” you reply, not sure where this was going. “What’s this about, is Carol okay?”
No one answers you and you look around the room for answers. Mr. Hart shifts anxiously in his seat, your manager covers her mouth to stifle a sob, Officer Hawkins looks over at his partner with a serious expression on his face.
Your stomach drops.
“Well,” Officer Pembroke begins, chewing her lip nervously. “A call was placed late last night by a friend of Carol’s. They had tried contacting her but had received no response for a few days which they said was unusual. We went over there this morning to check out the apartment.”
You want to get up and leave, the tone of the officer's voice making you feel sick to your stomach. You didn’t want her to continue.
“The door was ajar when we got there and we proceeded inside. We found what looked like signs of a struggle and a large amount of blood throughout the apartment.”
Your breath catches, heart stopping in your chest as you process the words.
“Oh my god,” you breathe out after a moment, your voice trembling. “Is Carol okay?”
Your mind is running wild with images of her body lying there, bleeding for days with no help.
“We’re not sure,” Officer Hawkins answers, and your eyes flash to him. “We have been unable to locate Miss Danvers yet.”
“So she might be alive somewhere?” Your voice is optimistic, your mind seizing the tiny glimmer of hope that had sprouted.
“That’s unlikely,” he replies, and just like that your heart deflates again. “The volume of blood found indicates a fatal wound.”
You can feel the tears welling in your eyes, your hands clenched into fists to try and stem the hysteria building inside you.
Carol was hurt, probably dead, and you had spent the weekend wrapped up in your girlfriend.
Suddenly, a vision of Wanda flashes through your mind.
Wanda.
Covered in blood.
Blood that wasn’t her own.
You’re instantly fighting the urge to vomit.
“I know this is a lot to take in,” Officer Pembroke breaks you from your thoughts, placing her hand gently on yours as an act of comfort. “We just have a few more questions that might help our investigation if you think you’re up for them?”
You nod hesitantly, not entirely trusting your voice right now.
“Was Carol acting strange the last time you saw her?”
You think back to the last time you had seen your friend a few days prior, her behaviour the same as it always was. Carefree and happy, unaware that her days were numbered.
“No,” you answer after a moment, tears spilling over your eyes. “We finished early so we went to the bar across the street for a drink. I had to get home so I left after about an hour. She hugged me goodbye then I got into the taxi and went home.”
You feel a chill run down your spine as you think back to that moment, the tight embrace goodbye and the feeling of being watched that you just couldn’t shake. The way Carol’s hand had lingered on your arm for a few seconds as you farewelled each other for the night.
“You said you were friends, were you concerned when you didn’t hear from her all weekend?” Her tone is all business but you can’t help feeling like you were being accused of something.
Perhaps it was just your own guilt rising up.
“I was busy,” you frown, remembering Wanda’s insistence that you both turn your phones off for the weekend and just enjoy each other's company. It had seemed like a sweet gesture at the time, but now…
“Is there anyone you can think of that didn’t like Carol and would want to hurt her?”
Only your girlfriend, but you weren’t about to tell the officers that.
Wanda’s irrational jealousy was never something you understood but you were sure she wouldn’t have acted on it. The blood was probably just from a job, she came home injured all the time.
It was just a coincidence.
At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.
“No, I can’t think of anyone.”
You’re glad you can pass off the shake in your voice as grief for your friend rather than the absolute terror that the woman you loved was somehow responsible.
“Okay, thank you for your time.” Officer Pembroke stands, walking over to shake Mr. Hart's hand. “We’ll be in touch if we have any more questions.”
He sees the officers to the door before walking back to his desk, sighing deeply as he sits down again.
The tears are flowing freely now, the weight of the situation finally hitting you. Your manager is openly sobbing in the corner, the choked cries echoing in the room.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Mr. Hart tells you, his voice sincere. “I know the two of you were close. “How about you take the next day or two off? Take some to process all of this.”
You just nod dumbly, thanking him softly as you stand slowly. You feel numb, your mind blank as you walk silently to your desk.
You can see the questions in your coworker's eyes but none of them say anything about your stoic expression or the wails from your manager that can be heard through the closed office door. You collect your things quickly, making your way down to your car, thankful that you had decided to drive rather than take the train this morning.
You start the car and sit there for a moment, Carol's face flashing through your mind as the memories of her play like a video behind your closed eyes.
The countless lunch breaks spent laughing about something stupid, nights out where the two of you would get up to all kinds of mischief, comforting each other through the tough times. All playing vividly in your mind.
Carol had been one of your closest friends for so long and you were going to miss her dearly. Granted, you hadn’t spent much time with her outside of work lately, not since you moved in with Wanda-
Wanda.
You start to panic again as you think of your girlfriend and her potential involvement in the whole situation. You needed to talk to her, you needed her to reassure you that it was all just a coincidence and that you must be going crazy.
You didn’t want to think of the alternative.
You shift your car into drive, pulling out of the parking lot and batting away tears as you drive back to your house. Your mind is racing, your heart matching its frantic pace as you try to make sense of your day.
You think back to the last time you had heard from Carol, frowning as you realised it really was Friday night. You usually spent your weekends talking to her and you hated that you had been so wrapped up in Wanda that you didn’t notice something was off.
You pull over as you remember exactly what your last contact with Carol was, the Snapchat that she had sent you. The video where she talked about a red flashing light, mistaking it for the police.
There was one other source for the red light that you could think of.
You can feel the waves of nausea washing over you and you breathe deeply through your nose to try and calm yourself down. This couldn’t be happening.
Your girlfriend, the avenger who spent her time saving the world over and over, the woman whose arms you fell asleep in every night, may have killed your closest friend.
You can’t wait until you get home, fumbling for your phone and dialing Wanda. You needed answers and you needed them now.
“Hey, dove,” she greets cheerily as she picks up the call.
“Did you kill Carol?” The words spill from your lips before you can stop them and you can feel your heart in your throat as you await the response.
You hope to hear Wanda’s confused voice asking you what you were talking about, you hope that you were very wrong about all of this and that it was all in your head.
“That was quick,” comes her reply, her voice now icy cold, all traces of warmth gone.
“Oh my god,” you breathe out, hand covering your mouth in shock. “Wanda, what have you done?”
“I did what was necessary.” Her tone is clipped, almost unrecognisable to you.
“I can’t believe this,” you whisper, your breaths shallow as you fight the rising panic.
“Oh, don’t act so innocent,” she scoffs. “I was just protecting what’s mine. You never listened when I told you she was after you, so obviously in love with you, so I had to take matters into my own hands.”
“Wanda,” you can feel yourself growing hysterical now, sucking in your breaths quickly. “You’re insane, I can’t-”
“Don’t make me question your loyalty again,” her voice interrupts you, hard and demanding. “Or next time I’ll make you watch.”
The line goes dead then and you drop the phone into your lap, choking out a sob as the truth washes over you.
Carol was dead.
Wanda had killed her.
And you didn’t know if you would be next.
Your hands shake as you turn the car back on, trying to hold it together as you make the rest of the trip back home. You start to form a plan in your head, mentally listing all the essential things you would need to pack and where you would go.
You pull into the garage, rushing into your house. You race down the hall, grabbing your suitcase from the spare room along the way and flinging open your bedroom door. You quickly find yourself in your closet, grabbing clothes at random and stuffing them into your luggage before going into the bathroom to grab some of your toiletries.
The whole thing takes about ten minutes and you’re zipping up your suitcase before you know it, dragging it behind you back down the hall. You leave it in the living room, grabbing your laptop from where you had left it in the kitchen before making your way back.
“Going somewhere, dove?”
You stop in your tracks, laptop clutched to your chest as you eye Wanda warily from where she stands next to your luggage.
You don’t answer her as she takes a step forward, your own feet stumbling backward as the fear races through your body. She looks eerily calm as if she hadn’t just practically admitted to murder only half an hour earlier.
“I asked a question,” her voice is a little more firm, her eyes ringed in red as her frustration rises to the surface.
“I have to leave,” you try to say confidently but your voice shakes with fear.
“What?”
You don’t like the way Wanda steps forward again or the way she almost hisses the word, her anger visible now.
“I have to get away from you, I can’t stay here.”
Wanda smiles then and lets out a chuckle as if you had said something funny.
“Oh sweetheart,” she coos, her voice gentle again. “Did you really think I’d let you leave?”
Terror runs ice cold through your veins at her words and your eyes instinctively dart around the room, trying to find a way to escape.
“I did all of this for you,” she continues, taking another step closer. “For us. I’m not about to let you go that easily.”
Another step forward and then another. You're frozen to the spot, unable to move as she creeps closer until she stops in front of you.
“And besides,” she hooks her finger under your chin and brings your eyes up to meet hers. The green eyes that you used to love getting lost in are now taunting you. “Staying here is in your best interests.”
You must look confused because Wanda chuckles again, leaning forward to brush her lips against yours. You fight the urge to shudder in repulsion, not wanting to set her off. Who knew what she was really capable of.
“I was careful not to leave any traces behind so they’ll never be able to link this to me.” Her tone is triumphant and you close your eyes, knowing that she was going to get away with this.
“But you,” your eyes open again at her words, the glint in her eyes making you feel sick. “Well let’s just say that if you try and tell anyone what really happened, the police may just find some pretty damning evidence against you. You really need to control that temper, dove. Getting into an argument and killing your best friend isn’t a good way to handle your emotions”
She smirks as the realisation washes over you. You don’t know how but she had managed to find a way to frame you if it came down to it and you were certain that whatever it was would stick. You’d take the fall for Wanda and your life would be ruined.
Not that you had much of a life left at this point.
“So how about we go unpack, then we can take a nice relaxing bath together?” You don’t know how Wanda can just act like nothing's wrong, her voice calm and even.
She kisses you again before she turns, taking your suitcase with her as she walks toward the bedroom. You know there’s no way out for you, no possible way you could turn this around without making things worse for yourself.
You sink to the floor, your tears returning once more.
You cry for your friend that you lost. You cry for the Wanda that you thought you knew. You cry for yourself, trapped forever with someone who was like a stranger to you now. You cry for the future you thought you had and the one that awaited you.
AN: I'd like to apologise for the awfully long wait between updates but I hope you all enjoy the next part. It's hella smutty to make up for the wait.
Wanda took a deep breath to calm her nerves as she turned into her street, hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel.
She wondered for the hundredth time on her trip if she should have taken you up on the offer to drive her home, the way her heart was pounding wildly in her chest right now had her questioning if she was too young to have a heart attack.
She manoeuvres her car into her driveway, eyeing your front door as she shuts off her engine. She debates just running into her house, locking the door and pretending like this whole thing had never happened but the idea leaves her mind as quickly as it entered.
While she was incredibly nervous, she couldn’t quite shake the undercurrent of excitement that was rushing through her veins. It was the same eagerness that had led her to accept Natasha’s request and the anticipation of what was to come had her breath quickening.
Wanda hadn’t missed the promise that Natasha’s green eyes had held as she bid the two of you goodbye in the car park, the small smile playing on your lips as if you knew what was to come. Wanda just hoped that she wasn’t about to disappoint the two of you.
She had never been with more than one person at once and she was entirely unprepared for the way her day had unfolded. Wanda had started the day expecting to get fired when her boss found out she slept with her girlfriend, only to discover that Natasha had not only known the whole time but she encouraged it and wanted to join in.
Wanda exits her car, her legs shaking slightly as she walks up to your front door. She takes a deep breath before pressing the doorbell, the melodic chime echoing behind the wooden door in front of her.
She shifts her weight anxiously as she waits for someone to answer the door. Surely you had seen her car pull up. She wonders if maybe this was part of your game, making her wait outside with only her thoughts to keep her company.
She twists the skirt of her dress in her hands, the soft fabric brushing against her knees with the movement. Wanda contemplates ringing the bell again, her hand raising toward the button before she changes her mind, shaking her head at her own impatience.
What feels like an eternity later, the door opens and she’s greeted with your wide smile. Wanda can’t help but return it, already feeling more at ease just by being in your presence. She can’t see Natasha behind you and Wanda finds herself wondering where the redhead was.
“Wanda,” you greet her warmly, taking her hand in yours.
“Hi,” Wanda returns shyly, letting you pull her inside. “Thanks for having me.”
You just smirk at her, rolling your eyes at her formalities.
“Oh, I think we’re past all that don’t you think, sweetheart?” The glint in your eyes has Wandas’ stomach dropping, her heart skipping at the nickname.
“I-I guess,” she replies, eyes darting around the room, once again unsure about what she had gotten herself into.
“Aw, do I make you nervous?” you whisper, finger hooking under Wandas’ chin to keep her gaze locked on your own.
Wanda just nods in return, her teeth worrying her bottom lip, your eyes drawn to the action.
“Don’t do that,” you frown, tugging her lip free. “That’s my job.”
Before Wanda can process what is happening, your lips have descended upon hers. You taste of lemonade from the barbeque and she can still smell the lingering scent of sunscreen on your skin.
Wanda kisses you back eagerly, letting her worries wash away with each press of your lips on hers. She can feel your teeth tugging her lip now and she can't stop the groan of pleasure she lets out.
“Now, now,” Wanda hears another voice echo through the entryway. “Don’t have all the fun without me.”
You break away reluctantly and Wanda spots Natasha walking toward the two of you. Her cheeks flame, not yet used to being caught kissing her boss's girlfriend in her own home. She averts her eyes, waiting for Natasha to change her mind and order her home.
But it never comes.
“Enjoying the show?” you ask Natasha, your hands still cupping Wanda’s face as you watch your girlfriend walk closer.
“So what if I am?” she bites back but Wanda can tell from her smile that there is no malice in her words.
“Come on,” you say, dropping your hands and Wanda instantly misses the warmth. “Let’s go sit down.”
You lead the way to the living room, not even bothering to see if the other two followed. You knew they would be, trailing behind you like obedient puppies.
Wanda walks in last, looking around the room. She notices the soft personal touches; the photos of you and Natasha scattered throughout, the bookshelf full to the brim with a wide variety of genres, the blankets thrown haphazardly over the back of the couch. Wanda liked that the room felt lived in, glad it didn’t look like it was straight out of an interior design magazine. Its imperfections comforted her.
Wanda watched as Natasha took a seat on the large sofa, sitting in the middle of the space and leaning back into the cushions. You take a seat across the room, resting in a comfortable-looking armchair and curling your legs up underneath you.
Wanda begins walking toward the other armchair but stops when she hears a throat clearing, turning her confused gaze to where Natasha was patting the space next to her on the couch.
“I don’t bite,” Natasha echoes the words you had uttered only days before and Wanda blushes at the memory.
She hoped that Natasha was lying as much as you had been.
With shaky legs, Wanda walks over and lowers herself next to Natasha, glancing over to where you perched across the room. You sat there, an amused smile on your face as you watched Wanda’s nerves on full display.
“So,” Natasha begins, drawing Wanda’s attention away from you. “did you enjoy your day today?”’
Wanda is taken aback by the casual line of questioning, looking at Natasha as if she had grown three heads.
“Uh, it was nice,” Wanda responds meekly, twisting her fingers together in her lap.
“I’m glad you came,” Natasha tells her honestly, one of her hands coming to rest on Wanda’s to stop them from fidgeting. “I was hoping I got to see you today.”
Wanda doesn’t know what to say to that, just nodding awkwardly as Natasha’s hand moves to rest atop her knee. The action causes butterflies to erupt in her stomach, anticipation running thickly through her veins.
“Did you-,” Wanda tries to continue the conversation, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.
“Here, let me get you a drink,” you offer, walking out of the room as Wanda’s cheeks flame.
“Go on, detka,” Natasha prompts Wanda, the sounds of you opening the fridge drifting in from the kitchen. “What were you going to ask?”
“Did you enjoy your day?” Wanda finally gets out, proud of herself for not messing up the second time.
You walk back in, handing Wanda a glass of water and she thanks you quietly before taking a sip. Natasha chooses that moment to reply to the question, smirking as she does so.
“The barbecue was okay,” she begins, waiting for Wanda to take another sip. “But I think waking up with my girlfriend’s head between my legs was better.”
Wanda chokes on her drink, coughing loudly as she tries to catch her breath. Natasha’s smirk grows as you rush over to rub the brunette's back, trying to help her get her breathing under control again.
“Quit fucking with her, Nat,” you glare at the redhead as Wanda finally stops coughing.
Natasha raises her hands in surrender as you move back to your seat, sinking into the armchair and raising your eyebrow at your girlfriend.
“Sorry,” Natasha says looking anything but. “But she’s just so fun to play with.”
She brushes a strand of hair behind Wanda’s ear, her thumb lingering on her cheek.
“You agree with me don’t you, detka?” she asks Wanda, her voice dropping lower. “You know how talented her tongue is, it’s a good way to wake up.”
Wanda’s cheeks are bright red at this stage and Natasha is willing to bet it’s not just from her choking on her drink moments before. Wanda’s eyes are darting around, looking anywhere except the two other people in the room, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“‘Tasha,” you growl out in a warning, the gravelly tone sending a jolt of arousal through Wanda’s body.
“Okay, okay,” Natasha concedes, eyes focused on the brunette in front of her. “Good thing I can think of other ways to play with her.”
That’s all the warning Wanda has before Natasha’s lips crash against her own, a shocked gasp leaving her throat. Natasha is insistent, pressing forward as Wanda eases back, not giving her an inch of space.
When Wanda feels a tongue probing at her bottom lip, she doesn’t even hesitate before parting her lips. Wanda notices that Natasha tastes different to you, her kisses more firm and demanding than yours were. Her tongue explores Wanda’s mouth with urgency, one of her hands gripping Wanda’s waist tightly as if to anchor the two of them together.
Wanda can feel herself growing dizzy, the lack of oxygen burning in her lungs but she’s far to caught up in the way Natasha was making her feel to care. Her hands find purchase on Natasha’s shoulders, holding on for dear life as her back is pressed against the arm of the sofa.
Natasha breaks first, pulling away from the kiss as Wanda sucks in lungfuls of air, her vision clearing as oxygen enters her bloodstream again. Natasha doesn’t let up though, turning her lips to trace down Wanda’s neck with the same urgency.
She sucks her way down to her collarbones, enjoying the gasps of pleasure as she discovers the particularly sensitive spots on Wanda’s neck. Wanda can feel herself growing slick between her legs already, arousal flooding her body.
Natasha brings her lips back to Wanda’s again, the kiss slower this time. Deeper. Wanda feels like shes floating.
Natasha’s hands begin to explore then. Slowly at first, soft brushes over Wanda’s sides. Natasha smiles against her lips, enjoying the way Wanda’s body jerks at the gentle contact. She grows impatient though, her touch becoming bolder as Wanda’s body responds to her.
Wanda feels Natasha’s fingers at the hem of her dress, dancing up her thighs as she kisses Wanda senseless. Wanda can’t think straight anymore, entirely lost in the feeling. She gasps as Natasha’s fingers press against her centre, fingers rubbing slow and torturous circles.
Wanda moans at the contact, head falling back as Natasha increases the pressure against her most sensitive areas. Her legs open wider, encouraging the redhead to take what she wanted. Wanda felt pliant in her arms, ready to give her everything.
“So needy,” Natasha coos at Wanda, fingers continuing their torture. “And so wet for me. You were right. She really is a desperate slut.”
Wanda’s eyes fly open, up until that point she had forgotten about your presence in the room, becoming so lost in Natasha. She looks over to where you sit, expecting you to look angry or jealous, or to call the whole thing off.
What she didn’t expect to see was your eyes fixed intently on where Natasha’s hand had disappeared under the skirt of her dress, pupils almost completely black and lust written all over your face.
“This is nothing,” you reply cockily, adjusting your position in the chair. “Wait until you hear all the noises she can make.”
Wanda felt like she should hate the way the two of you were talking about her like she wasn’t in the room but the fact was, it only turned her on more.
“Hmmm,” Natasha hums against Wanda’s neck, biting down once more. “Let’s see how loud I can make you, detka.”
Wanda whimpers, hips moving against Natasha’s fingers as she tries desperately to create more friction where she needed it. Natasha just smiles against her skin, enjoying the way she squirmed underneath her.
Suddenly, the pressure is gone and Wanda has to fight hard not to let her noise of displeasure escape her throat. Natasha laughs at her pout though, tugging at her bottom lip with the fingers that had just been pressed against her.
“Don’t worry,” her tone is reassuring. “The best is yet to come. I just want to see you, detka.”
Wanda nods in understanding, standing before Natasha as the redhead grips the hem of her dress. She stands to join Wanda, dragging the dress up the skin of her thighs as she goes. When Natasha is in front of her, Wanda raises her arms above her head as the dress is completely removed from her body.
“Fuck,” Natsha breathes out as she takes Wanda in, noticing that she was standing there in just a pair of white lace panties.
“Feeling bold today, were we?” Natasha teases, cupping one of Wanda’s bare breasts in her hand, thumb circling her nipple.
Wanda’s legs feel weak and it's a struggle to answer the question.
“The dress had a low back,” she tries to defend herself, fighting the urge to cover herself from the four hungry eyes in the room. “I didn’t have any bras that wouldn’t show.”
“I don’t think I believe you,” Natasha taunts before taking one of Wanda’s nipples into her mouth, sucking it gently before letting it go with a loud pop. “You didn’t even try to cover up with nipple covers or tapes. One cold gust of wind and everyone would have known what a needy little thing you are.”
“I-,” Wanda tries to interject but is cut off by a quick slap to her ass, the cheek reddening quickly.
“Don’t lie to me, detka,” Natasha warns, moving to the other nipple.
“I’m not,” Wanda tries to protest again, her back arching to get closer to Natasha’s mouth and the wicked things she was doing with her tongue.
Natasha begins to walk backwards, tugging Wanda along with her until the backs of her knees hit the couch. She sits down again, pulling Wanda down onto her lap as she continues to lavish her breasts with attention.
Wanda starts to grind on Natasha’s lap, her earlier desperation only increased by all the teasing and taunting remarks. The friction of her panties as she rubs herself along Natasha’s firm thigh offers little relief.
“I still don’t know if I believe you,” Natasha continues, her hands now playing with Wanda’s breasts as she leans back to admire the brunette in her lap. “I don’t think you’re as innocent as you claim to be. I mean look at you now, making a mess of my leg to try and get yourself off like some desperate bitch in heat.”
The harsh words send a thrill through Wanda. Before you, no one had ever spoken to her in such a way and she was discovering that she liked it.
A lot.
“Would you like some help?” Natasha asks sweetly, grinning at Wanda’s eager nod.
Before Wanda could even comprehend what was happening, she heard a ripping sound and saw the white fabric of her panties being thrown in her peripheral vision. She didn’t have time to mourn the loss of her favourite pair of underwear before she was distracted by Natasha’s probing fingers at her entrance, gathering the evidence of her arousal.
“So warm,” Natasha mutters lowly, looking at Wanda through hooded eyes. “I bet you taste so fucking sweet too.”
Wanda blushes, shrugging in response. She was still working up her courage in these situations, not able to fully let go just yet. Natasha didn’t mind though, she knew from your stories that Wanda would be fun to break out of her shell.
Natasha brings her fingers up — the evidence of Wanda’s arousal glistening obvisouly on them — before slowly dragging them over Wanda’s lips. The brunette parts them obediently, sucking the digits into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them.
Natasha lets out a guttural moan at the sight, removing her fingers to crash her lips against Wanda’s again. She pushes her tongue inside her mouth, searching for any lingering taste of Wanda she could find.
“I was right,” she tells Wanda when they pull apart. “Fucking delicious.”
Wanda whimpers again, her hips moving on their own accord to seek out friction once more.
“Do you need something?” Natasha taunts, her fingers sliding along Wanda’s folds again but not going where she knew they were wanted most.
Wanda nods, head dropping to Natasha’s shoulder as she tries to get her fingers to slip inside her, or brush over her clit. Anything really.
“Use your words, sweetheart,” Wanda hears your voice from behind her, the sultry tone causing her skin to erupt in goosebumps. “Remember that good girls who use their words get what they want.”
Wanda shivers at the reminder of your night together, the memories of you bringing her to release over and over again just making her more desperate.
“Please,” she begs, her voice low and breathy. “I want your fingers inside me.”
Natasha brushes her nose over the column of Wanda’s throat, stopping at her earlobe and letting her breath wash over the sensitive skin.
“You can ask better than that,” she insists, her fingers still teasing slowly. “Tell me what you really want.”
Wanda takes a breath to calm her nerves, her skin feeling like it was on fire. She knew what she wanted, she just wasn’t sure if she could ask for it.
“I want you to fuck me,” she rushes out, her voice so quiet that it was almost a whisper. “I want you to fuck me hard and rough and I want to come over your fingers.”
Wanda can feel Natasha’s smile against her neck and then suddenly she’s being filled, two long fingers entering her easily and beginning to pump in and out of her walls.
“Your wish is my command,” Natasha grunts out, her hand picking up speed.
Wanda grips onto her shoulders again, moaning with each thrust as she slams her hips in time with Natasha’s hand. The room is filled with the wet sound of skin slapping together and Wanda's increasing moans, the air heady with the scent of sex.
Natasha's thumb flicks over Wanda’s clit in time with her thrusts as she adds a third finger, the digit slipping in easily with how wet Wanda was at that moment. Wanda can feel your eyes boring into the back of her neck but her eyes are clenched shut, all her senses focused on what was happening between her legs.
“Please don’t stop,” falls like a chant from her lips as Natasha works her higher and higher, bringing her close to the edge with every thrust.
Natasha shifts the angle of her hand, her fingers hitting that spot inside Wanda that has her calling out loudly as her walls clench around Natasha's fingers, her release washing over her suddenly. Natasha guides her through it, hand covered in slick as Wanda jerks with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
When she finally comes down from her high, she collapses forward against Natasha, trying to catch her breath. Natasha just chuckles as she removes her fingers slowly, Wanda shuddering at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
“What do you think my love?” Natasha addresses you across the room. “Was she louder this time?”
Wanda weakly lifts her head, eyes finding you, curious to hear the answer.
You’re leaning back in the chair, arms gripping the armrest tightly as if you had been fighting the urge to get up. Wanda can see the muscles of your forearms straining as your eyes watch her, flashing dangerously and sending a chill down Wanda’s spine.
“Careful, Nat,” you warn, the dangerous edge to your voice returning. “Don’t start a competition you can’t win.”
“What do you think, detka?” Natasha asks, turning Wanda’s head back toward her. “Who made you come harder?”
Wanda hesitates, not wanting to offend anyone despite the answer resting on the tip of her tongue. While Natasha had been amazing, Wanda was sure no one would be able to play her body as expertly as you had only a few nights previously and if she was being honest with herself, she was hoping she would get to experience it again.
Soon.
“Don’t you dare answer that,” you command and Wanda feels a thrill go through her at the tone of your voice.
“Fine,” Natasha sighs, obviously upset at you ruining her fun. “I guess I’ll have to find another use for her mouth.”
She pushes on the top of Wanda’s head, the brunette catching on quickly and lowering herself to the floor. Once she is on her knees, she pushes the skirt of Natasha’s dress up, eyes wide when she finds her bare underneath.
Wanda tentatively pushes Natasha’s legs apart, pressing a soft kiss to her knee before trailing her lips along the skin of her inner thigh. Natasha shifts, one leg hooking over Wanda’s shoulder to push her closer to where she wanted her.
“Stop fucking teasing,” she instructs and Wanda complies quickly, mouth moving to rest over Natasha’s wet centre.
Wanda licks a stripe along her folds, savouring the taste as she sucks Natasha’s clit into her mouth and enjoying the moan she hears above her.
Growing more confident she moves her tongue down, probing at Natasha’s slick entrance, the feeling of Natasha’s hand gripping her hair tightly only spurring her on.
She pushes inside, tasting her from the source as she rests her hand at the junction of Natasha’s thighs. Her thumb presses against her clit, the muscles in Natasha’s legs tightening and only encouraging Wanda more.
She starts to get lost in Natasha, the smell and taste of her all around. She can hear her moans — the way they are increasing in volume as Wanda continues makes her feel brave. She switches her position, mouth moving back to Natasha’s clit while she presses a finger slowly inside of her.
She scoots back to give herself more room, ignoring the ache of her knees and the way she knows her bottom is sticking out for you to see. She is focused on making Natasha feel good, hoping that she will get a reward for doing a good job.
The hand smoothing over the curve of her ass shocks her, a startled squeak escaping her as she feels a body settle behind her. She wants to turn and look, to see what you were doing but she doesn’t want to stop her movements, knowing that Natasha was growing closer to her release with every second.
“Such a good girl,” Wanda hears you praise her, your own knees spreading Wanda's legs further apart as you get into position behind her. “You’re doing such a good job sweetheart.”
The words spur Wanda on further and she adds a second finger into Natasha, pumping them at a nice even pace as her tongue flicks over her clit.
“Such a pretty pussy you have,” you compliment her, hands spreading her open to see her better. “I can’t wait to ruin it.”
Wanda moans at the words, the vibrations making Natasha jerk against her.
“Fuck her good, baby,” Natasha tells you between moans. “Make sure she knows who she belongs to.”
“Oh don’t worry, I intend to,” you reply and Wanda can feel something pressing against her entrance. “Just like I showed you when we first met.”
Natasha just hums in response, once again getting lost in the way the brunette's tongue was dancing over her. Wanda tries to keep her pace, not wanting to get distracted by whatever you had planned.
She can feel you rubbing something along her slit, spreading her wetness around before moving back to her entrance. She feels pressure as something begins to slide into her, making her moan at the stretch.
“You take my cock so well, sweetheart,” you groan above her, hips surging forward slowly. “Your pussy looks so good stretched around it.”
Your words make Wanda moan again, now knowing what it was you were doing. She feels you bottom out, your hips stilling as you give her time to adjust. Your hands are still splayed over her ass, gripping tight enough to leave brusies against the flesh.
Slowly you withdraw, Wanda feeling every inch of the silicone as it slides out of her before you push in again, a little faster this time.
Wanda keeps her pace with Natasha as you continue to pump into her slowly, increasing your pace with each thrust. Her moans are muffled by Natasha’s legs around her head, her fingers curling inside the redhead and making her scream out in pleasure.
As your pace picks up, Wanda can feel another orgasm approaching, her senses overwhelmed by you and Natasha. All she can taste is the redhead, saliva and arousal coating her chin. All she can smell is a mix of sweat-soaked bodies and the earthy scent of sex in the air. All she can hear is the sound of your thighs slapping against hers, the wet sounds of Natasha, and a combination of everyone’s moans. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire, her body so responsive to even the lightest touch.
When Wanda had woken up this morning, this wasn’t how she saw her day ending. She had spent most of her morning convinced she was about to lose her job once Natasha learned the truth. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined this moment, her face pressed into her boss’ centre while you drove into her from behind.
Wanda can feel the coil tightening in her belly, the waves of pleasure building as your hips snap into hers over and over. She wondered if this was going to become a regular occurrence, nights spent between the two of you, her body filled with pleasure.
Wanda really hoped it would because she was sure that this was as close to heaven as she would ever get.
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Request: Hey I was just wondering can I request a Taylor Sloane x reader where maybe Taylor is live with her fans with y/n in the background just chilling and a fan ask for you to join the live for q&a and reader does and one asks if Taylor is ticklish and she tries to deny it but y/n exposes every single tickle spot on live
A/N: I kinda deviated from the request a bit, I hope you still like it. Also we’re going to pretend that it hasn’t been almost two months since I last wrote something.
Main Masterlist
The loud noise from the next room grabs your attention, the excited squeal pulling your mind from the movie you were currently watching.
Before you can really register what happened, a body is suddenly running toward you, flinging themselves on top of where you sat on the couch.
“Oof,” you exclaim, brushing the blonde hair of your girlfriend out of your mouth. “I can’t breathe.”
Your complaint earns you a light smack to your arm, Taylor rolling her eyes at you before moving to a more comfortable position for the both of you. She’s straddling your waist, knees on either side of your thighs while your hands rest against her legs to keep her steady as she bounces excitedly.
Her green eyes are wide, her face almost entirely covered by her grin. You can't remember a time when you had ever seen her this animated.
“Guess what?” she prompts, still wiggling excitedly above you.
“The sky is blue?” you deadpan, earning another smack to your arm.
“Don’t be a jerk,” she demands, pouting dramatically for effect. “This is important.”
“Okay, what?” you reply more seriously this time, still wondering what was up with your girlfriend.
“I just hit one million!” Taylor exclaims, thrusting her phone into your face. “Can you believe it?”
Sure enough, her Instagram page is open in front of you, the digits proudly on display.
“Congratulations babe,” you tell her, sitting up and wrapping her in a hug while she laughs above you. “I’m so proud of you!”
You knew this was something that Taylor had been working hard for and the achievement was a goal she had been looking forward to reaching for a while now.
The two of you had met in college and while initially you hadn’t wanted anything to do with the preppy, blonde, sorority girl, she had won you over once you actually got to know her.
Taylor was much more than what she appeared to be on the surface and you fell more and more in love with her every day. She was blunt but it kept you honest, and your more mellow personality helped to balance her outgoing nature.
When Taylor first started her Instagram page, it was more of a hobby for her while she finished her senior year. But it had quickly taken off thanks to her charisma and marketing skills and suddenly it was something she was able to do full time.
You were constantly in awe of her dedication to her work and you were glad to see all her efforts paying off.
“So,” you begin, pulling back to look in her eyes. “How do you plan on celebrating?”
“I was thinking of doing a Livestream later,” she replies, her cheeks still flushed from happiness. “Like a Q&A type thing.”
“Sounds like fun,” you tell her, knowing it was something her followers had been asking about for a while now.
“And I was thinking,” she continues, batting her eyelashes at you. “That maybe you’d like to join me?”
“It’s okay,” you answered her with a shrug. “You’re the real star here, no one really wants me there.”
“Well too bad because I want you there,” Taylor quickly replies, her jaw set determinedly. “This is important to me and so are you, so I’d like you there.”
The vulnerability in her eyes catches you off guard, your normally self-assured girlfriend suddenly resembling a small child. “I mean if you don’t want to that’s cool…”
She trails off and your heart breaks at the look on her face.
“I’d love to!” you quickly assure her, watching the relief course through her body. “If it’s important to you then it’s important to me.”
She kisses you quickly then and you melt into the action, something you were sure to never grow tired of.
Your fingers travel up her waist as she deepens the kiss, brushing over her sides lightly.
Taylor jerks against the touch and you smile against her lips, loving how ticklish she was. You dig your fingers in a little deeper, delighting in the way she squirmed in your arms.
“Cut it out,” she begs, trying to escape your grasp but you just shake your head, laughing as you bury your face against her neck, peppering her skin with kisses.
Taylor joins in your laughter, her squeals only spurring you on further. You flip the two of you so you’re above her, your fingers continuing to attack her as tears stream down her cheeks from her laughter.
After a few minutes, you decide to show her some mercy, your fingers halting their assault as she tries to catch her breath. She’s still giggling as you let your weight fall on top of her, her arms immediately wrapping around you.
Her contented sigh warms your heart and you snuggle further into her embrace, a tranquil grin on your face. The sound of a camera shutter grabs your attention and you open your eyes to see Taylor’s phone raised in the air, the unmistakable evidence of a selfie still on the screen.
“Hey!” you try to protest, reaching for Taylor’s phone but she’s too quick for you.
While your girlfriend loved having her photo taken, you were much more comfortable behind the lens, happy to take photos for her to post. Occasionally Taylor would catch you off guard though, snapping a candid photo when you least expected it. And even though you hated to admit it, you always loved the photos she took.
“But you looked so cute, I couldn’t resist,” she gives you her best puppy dog eyes and you know you won’t be able to say no to her. “See for yourself.”
She turns the phone toward you again and you smile at the picture, Taylor’s wide grin greeting you from the screen. The two of you look so at peace and you can’t deny the way Taylor’s eyes shine with love toward you.
“Okay,” you concede, “it’s a great picture.”
“The perfect way to announce today’s milestone,” Taylor grins at you, not waiting for your response before her fingers are working over her phone.
A few minutes later you hear your own phone chime, the notification that you had been tagged lighting up the screen.
You open up your own app, clicking on the post and smiling at the picture again and the caption underneath.
“Celebrating 1 million of you wonderful humans with my favourite human in the world. Thank you so much for all your support, whether you’ve been here since day one or a day ago. You all help me live my dream every day and to say thanks I’ll be doing a live Q&A at 7 pm PST tonight. I’ve even convinced @Y/N to join me. See you all there xx”
//
“...and I guess that’s where the rumour that I’m allergic to shellfish started,” Taylor shrugs at the camera. “I actually love to eat it and I’d be very sad if I was allergic.”
You chuckle at the story, watching the comments roll across the screen. The two of you had been sitting there for the better part of an hour and you had enjoyed watching Taylor in her element, interacting with her fans. It was clear that they all adored her, and the steady rise of viewer numbers since the live Q&A began was a solid indication of that fact.
“Oh, this one is a question for you babe,” Taylor says, directing your attention to a comment on the screen.
You squint to read it aloud, smiling as you do. “Hey Y/N, is Taylor ticklish?”
As soon as you finish reading you see Taylor’s eyes widen, a look of horror crossing her face as she shakes her head vehemently.
“Oh, big time,” you reply with a wicked grin, glancing over at your girlfriend. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone as ticklish as her.”
You chuckle as you read the responses in the comments, watching Taylor out of the corner of your eye.
“I knew it! She just seems like she would be super ticklish.”
“That’s adorable, I bet she sounds super cute when she’s being tickled.”
“Prove it!”
“Don’t you dare!” Taylor warns, obviously reading the same comment you had.
You ignore her completely though, waving your fingers menacingly at her as she tries to back away from where the two of you sat on the couch. You’re too quick for her though, catching her easily and beginning your assault.
Her peals of laughter ring through the air, her body squirming as your fingers dance over her most ticklish spots. Your own laughter joins hers, the sounds echoing off the walls as the two of you struggle for breath.
It’s only the dinging of the screen that diverts your attention, reminding you that you were in fact still on camera. You stop abruptly, grinning sheepishly at Taylor but she doesn’t seem mad. Her smile is still wide, her cheeks flushed and small giggles still escaping her lips.
“Sorry,” you say quietly, helping her back into a sitting position.
She just kisses you quickly in response, adjusting her hair the best she could before she turns back to the camera.
You can still see the flood of hearts on the screen, comments about how adorable the two of you were as a couple and how in love you appeared. It warmed your heart that her fans accepted your relationship, it was something you had always worried about when Taylor first started gaining popularity.
You thought that maybe her fans would resent you and claim that they would treat Taylor better than you ever could. But luckily, you had only seen overwhelming support for the two of you.
Taylor went back to answering questions and you sat beside her, arm slung around her shoulders as she talked. You began to tune out most of it, knowing that the questions had now shifted back to focus on her. Taylor’s hand rested on your thigh though, keeping you grounded.
“Okay, one last question then I’m afraid I’ll have to go,” Taylor pouts at the screen and you take note of the time, surprised to see how late it had gotten.
“How about you pick the last one?” Taylor turns to ask you and you find yourself once again captivated by the joy radiating from her.
“Okay,” you agree, pointing blindly at the screen. “This one.”
Taylor looks to where your finger was pointing, reading out the question for everyone to hear.
“A question for the cutest couple ever, when are you two finally going to get married?”
You feel your blood run cold at the question, your body tensing as you process it. You try to keep your face neutral, not wanting to give away your utter terror at that moment.
Taylor just smiles at the camera, answering easily.
“We’re in no rush,” she begins, her fingers winding through yours. “I already know I’ve found my forever, so when it happens, it happens.”
“Yeah, what she said,” you chuckle nervously, trying to appear calm on the outside.
Taylor begins to wind down her Livestream, thanking everyone for watching and giving a few last-minute shout outs. You sit there quietly, still rattled from the last question.
You think about the ring secretly nestled in the back of your underwear drawer, the surprise dinner you had planned for the following day under the guise of celebrating Taylor’s follower milestone. You think of the speech you had been perfecting in your head for the past few months and the small voice in the back of your head that was convinced she would say no.
As Taylor shuts off the camera and turns to you, falling into your arms and sighing contentedly, you know that Taylor was right about one thing.
She was definitely your forever.
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Summary: Just when you thought things couldn't get worse, along come your feelings to make things that much harder.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Mamimoff x f!reader
Genre: Smut, Dark fic
Words: 6.1k
Warnings: dark!Nat, kidnapping, mentions of murder, mentions of noncon, attempted noncon, allusions to forced pregnancy, beating, violence, bruises, blood, broken bones
AN: This took forever and I have no excuses. Hopefully there are people still following along with this story. Also, again, please read the warnings. This is a dark!fic and deals with some heavy subject matter so please be responsible for your own media consumption. With that being said, the story really picks up from here. Only three more parts to go.
Days continue to pass in your own personal hell and without even realising it, you quickly fall into a routine.
Each day is the same — you wake up, you cook, you clean and you try to avoid the marbles as much as possible. But no matter how hard you try, Natasha always finds something to punish you for.
The food is too salty, there is a smudge on the edge of her glass, the laundry is not folded the correct way. You dread the sound of the marbles hitting the bottom of the glass jar, the sharp, clinking noise beginning to echo in your nightmares.
While Wanda tried to bear the brunt of the abuse, she was right about not being able to shield you forever from the full horrors of living under Natasha’s control.
It always came after the punishment, the strikes that you had to count out through the tears and the pain. Natasha would take you roughly, using you for her own needs and discarding you afterwards. You would walk numbly back to the bedroom, trying to forget what had just transpired.
Sometimes though, Natasha would be sweet with you. She would whisper praise in your ear, making your pleasure her greatest concern. You would always try to fight it, not wanting Natasha to get what she wanted but your body would always betray you.
Those nights were the worst.
You always felt dirty afterwards. You would scrub yourself raw in the shower but it never felt like enough. It felt like Natasha was under your skin; no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t wash away the feeling of her hands touching you.
Wanda always held you tighter those nights, letting your tears soak her shirt while you clung to her like a lifeline.
You knew she was still enduring worse and you found yourself torn over how to feel. On one hand, you were glad that you never had to follow Natasha upstairs after lunch, to experience whatever had Wanda returning day after day with tear-stained cheeks. You never asked her what happened up there, not wanting to make her relive it again.
But on the other hand, you often found yourself consumed by guilt when you saw the evidence of Natasha’s abuse on Wanda’s skin. You’d catch a glimpse of the bruises as she slept, the overlapping handprints of blue and black that would litter her thighs. The welts on her sides, the result of something striking her in the same place repeatedly. The scratches that seemed to stretch the length of her back.
It made you sick to your stomach every time you felt relieved that Natasha had grabbed Wanda’s hand and not your own.
//
You had begun to live for bedtime.
Most nights, after Natasha would lock the two of you in the room, you found yourselves gravitating toward each other. You would sit beside each other in the bed, backs resting against the headboard as you talked. Eventually, you would find yourself growing tired and the two of you would move under the covers.
While you always tried to keep a respectable distance, each morning when you woke you found your body tangled with Wanda’s. You would savour those few moments of peace before a new day of terror would begin, fear filling your veins whenever you heard Natasha moving around upstairs.
During your talks, you began to learn more about Wanda. You learnt what she liked and disliked, you learnt about her life before this nightmare, you learnt about her hopes and dreams. You found out about her family, about the parents and brother that she lost in her home country before she moved here.
“It’s how I ended up with Natasha,” Wanda whispered to you one night. “I had no one. I was the perfect target. My brother had just died, and I was still grieving. She seemed so nice at first and I really thought that moving here had been the right decision.”
You hadn’t known what to say to that, instead intertwining your fingers with Wanda’s in an attempt to comfort her. She squeezed your fingers in return, her small smile letting you know that she appreciated the gesture.
You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when she did.
//
As the weeks drag on, you find it harder to ignore your attraction to Wanda.
At first, you try to reason with yourself that it’s just because of the situation. That the two of you were experiencing something traumatic together so it only made sense that you would turn to her for comfort.
Then, you tried to pass it off as just a physical attraction. There was no denying that Wanda was beautiful, her eyes captivating you from the first time you met her.
Eventually, though, you realised that it was more than that.
Wanda was the type of woman that you would have fallen for before you ended up here. She was kind and selfless, always trying her best to keep your spirits up. She had a wicked sense of humour and you quickly discovered that her laugh was one of your favourite sounds. She was stronger than anyone you had ever met, the fact that she had endured so much and still maintained her spirit was something you admired.
There was just something about Wanda that drew you in and as much as you tried to deny it, you had fallen hard for her.
“Tell me something fun,” Wanda distracts you from your thoughts, poking her finger into your cheek.
The two of you were in your room for the night, your mind wandering during a lull in the conversation.
“Uh-” you reply dumbly, blinking slowly at Wanda as you try to clear your thoughts.
When you don’t respond she sticks out her bottom lip, pouting adorably.
“Please, I’m bored.”
“Okay, uh…” you trail off, wracking your brain for something to say.
Wanda sits there patiently, wide green eyes watching you and making it much harder to think clearly.
“Oh,” you exclaim after a minute, finally coming up with something to discuss. “I have a question for you.”
Wanda bounces onto her knees beside you, eagerly waiting for you to continue.
“Uh,” you begin, rubbing the back of your neck, already rethinking your question. “If you had to plan a perfect day, what would it be?”
“What do you mean?” she looks at you puzzled, her brow furrowed adorably in confusion.
“Like if you could have one day with everything you wanted, what would it be?” You regret the question as you watch her face fall.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she says quickly, the lightness in her tone gone. “I’m stuck here. My days are far from perfect.”
“Okay, but just imagine-” you try to continue, not wanting to ruin your time with Wanda.
“What’s the point?” Her voice is sharp as she cuts you off and you feel the sting of hurt in your chest.
“Well, we have to have some hope,” you try to reason, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice.
“Trust me, there’s no hope.” Wanda scoffs, her bitter tone feeling like a stab to your heart. “Even if I did get out, I still have no one”
The last part is said so softly that you almost missed it. The vulnerability in her voice hurts more than anything she had said and you feel the urge to pull her into your arms.
“You’d have me,” you confess quietly, looking down at your fingers twisting together on your lap.
“What?” Wanda asks, all hostility gone from her voice now.
You look up at her and your heart jumps at her soft expression. You can see the shine of tears in her green eyes, a glimmer of hope swirling amongst the jade green.
“You’d have me,” you repeat yourself, louder this time. “If we get out of here, I still want you in my life.”
Wanda’s soft smile dazzles you and fills you with courage you didn’t know you had. It’s the only explanation you had for what you say next.
“I- I care about you.”
The room is silent again after your confession and you can feel the heat creeping up your neck. Wanda is looking at you wide-eyed and you hold your breath, waiting for her to recoil in disgust. You had come so close to admitting the real depth of your feelings, glad to have caught yourself before you ruined the only good thing you had left in your life.
“Oh,” she says after a moment, the word hanging in the air awkwardly.
Maybe you ruined it afterall.
“Yeah,” you reply with a shrug before backtracking. “I know I haven’t known you very long but I like to think of you as my best friend. I mean, I didn’t have many friends before this and the ones I did have, I wasn’t as close to them as I am with you.”
Wanda just nods, pursing her lips as she thinks. You blow out a breath, resting back against the headboard of the bed wishing a giant sinkhole would appear to end your suffering.
Of course she didn’t feel the same about you, she was stuck with you due to circumstances beyond her control. If the two of you ever did make it out of here, she’d probably try and get as far away from you as she could, not wanting to be reminded of the horrors of this house every time she looked at your face.
“My perfect day,” Wanda begins, resting beside you on the bed, her back against the headboard as well. “I think I’d like to go to Disneyland.”
“Disneyland?” you question with an arched brow. “Aren’t you a little old for Mickey Mouse?”
Wanda pokes her tongue out at you and you smile at her antics, thankful for the return of the playful mood.
“I’m young at heart,” she retorts and you just roll your eyes. “Besides, I’ve never been before. My brother and I always saw it advertised back in Sokovia and we would beg our parents to take us. We never had the money to travel but Pietro and I promised each other that one day we would make it to America and finally go there.”
She smiles wistfully, obviously caught up in her memories of her family.
“Well then it sounds like a great day,” you tell her, earning a bright smile.
“I’d go on all the rides and eat so much food that I’d feel sick,” she continues, her excitement from earlier returning. “I want to eat everything Mickey shaped in the park and walk around with those ears on all day. Then I’d watch the fireworks at the end of the night.”
Her eyes are bright with hope as she talks and you can’t help but grin at her.
“You’d be there too of course,” she finishes, turning to look at you.
“Oh?” you question, surprised that she’d want to include you in a day that was so special to her.
“Yeah,” she replies, bumping her shoulder against yours. “I couldn’t spend a day at Disneyland without my best friend.”
Her eyes twinkle as she looks at you and you feel your heart swell. Maybe you wouldn’t lose her after all.
“What about you?” she asks after a moment, picking at a thread on the blanket. “What would your perfect day be?”
“I don’t know,” you shrug, thinking about what you’d want to do if you ever made it out of here alive. “It would definitely be spent with you though.”
Wanda’s hand finds yours on top of the covers, her pinky finger interlocking with yours.
“Maybe we could go out to eat a meal we didn't have to cook ourselves. Somewhere with a nice open outdoor seating, so you can feel the breeze on your face.”
You close your eyes as you talk, trying to imagine it. Sitting across the table from Wanda, comparing who ordered the best meal, sharing each other’s dessert.
“That sounds nice,” Wanda’s soft sigh draws you from your fantasy, and you open your eyes to see her watching you carefully.
“Then afterwards we could do something fun like mini golf or bowling,” you continue, trying to swallow around the lump in your throat from the look Wanda was giving you. “We could go to the arcade and I can try and win you a giant teddy for you to cuddle at night.”
“But I like cuddling you,” Wanda’s reply comes so quickly that you think she must have blurted it out without thinking.
Her cheeks are dusted with pink, her teeth chewing her bottom lip nervously after her admission.
You squeeze her pinky in reassurance, smiling softly at the woman you were quickly falling in love with.
“Yeah, I like cuddling you too.”
//
After your ‘perfect day’ discussion, something shifts between the two of you.
It’s never brought up, neither of you wanting to shatter the carefully formed illusion of friendship, but there is something different in the air.
The stolen glances between the two of you linger just a little longer, the smiles are just a little brighter and everything feels easier to bear.
You find the days easier to get through, even with Natasha being her usual horrible self. Whenever she does something particularly awful, the two of you would just mouth ‘perfect day’ to each other and that tiny glimmer of hope would take hold.
You didn’t want to be too optimistic, you knew that your situation was less than ideal. But still, you knew that you had a better chance of escaping if you could keep your spirits high.
You were cleaning the kitchen after lunch as you normally did, making sure that everything was spotless. Natasha hadn’t added any marbles to the jar today and you were determined to make it through just one day without you or Wanda needing to be punished for breaking her asinine rules.
Wanda was currently upstairs with Natasha and while the thought made your stomach recoil, you were trying to keep it out of your mind.
You’re pulling the last of the dishes from the dishwasher when you hear footsteps on the stairs and you quickly look around to make sure nothing was out of place.
Natasha enters the kitchen, Wanda standing silently behind her. Her face is cast downwards so you can’t check to see how she is doing, the defeated hunch of her shoulders worrying you.
“You’ve done such a good job of cleaning, malyshka,” Natasha addresses you, once again ignoring the tension in the room.
She had to know how much you despised her but she obviously didn’t care. Or maybe she just got off on the fact that you hated her.
You nod in response to Natasha’s compliment, not wanting to anger her. You kept trying to catch Wanda’s eye to make sure she was okay but she still wasn’t looking up. You feel anxiety claw at the pit of your stomach, wanting to run over to talk to her but knowing it would arouse suspicion with Natasha.
“I’m going to go do some work while you two make dinner,” Natasha informs you, pressing a kiss to the side of Wanda’s head.
Wanda doesn’t even jerk away like she usually did, standing stoically in place as Natasha retreats to her office. You approach her carefully, not wanting to startle her.
“Are you okay?” You whisper, hand hovering awkwardly over Wanda’s arm, too afraid to touch her.
Wanda looks up at your voice, her eyes red-rimmed and cheeks tear-stained like always. Except, this time the shine of her eyes that was usually there when she looked at you was absent. Instead, a vacant stare replaced it, Wanda’s eyes dull and glazed over, like she wasn’t even there.
She gives you a shrug, pushing past you toward the kitchen. You can hear her opening cupboards and the clanking of pots as she drags them out to get ready for dinner.
Her behaviour has you worried, your stomach coiled in knots as you try to work out what to do next.
You follow Wanda to the kitchen, silently helping as she makes dinner. You keep glancing at her but she seems to be moving on autopilot, barely acknowledging your presence.
You want to ask her what’s wrong but you don’t want to set her off, choosing instead to wait until that night, when you were both in your room with less chance of Natasha walking into the middle of your conversation.
Dinner passes quickly, Natasha spends most of the time talking about herself as usual. You try extra hard to seem engaged, answering Natasha’s questions and keeping up with her conversation. Wanda was checked out most of the meal, pushing the food around on her plate more than eating it. She only responded to Natasha's questions when you kicked her foot under the table to gain her attention but even that was mostly her nodding her head in agreement to whatever Natasha had said.
You clean up afterwards and to your relief, you make it to the end of the night without earning any marbles. The joy is overshadowed by Wanda’s strange behaviour but still, you’re grateful to go straight to the room without having to make a detour with Natasha like you usually did.
She bids the two of you goodnight before locking you in and you press your ear to the door to make sure you hear her footsteps retreating down the hallway.
When you’re sure she’s gone, you turn to Wanda to finally get some answers out of her. She’s rummaging around in one of the drawers, pulling out some clothes. She turns to you once she’s done, her eyes still expressionless.
“Do you mind if I shower first?”
It was the first thing she had said in hours, her body language still as tense as it had been when she first came down the stairs.
“Um, sure,” you reply, not wanting to upset her any more than she already was.
She walks to the bathroom and closes the door behind her and a few moments later you hear the shower start up. You sit on the edge of the bed, your thoughts running rampant about what happened between her and Natasha.
You knew it had to be bad and you were almost too scared to ask but you know you owed it to Wanda to try and help her. You gather your clothes as the shower turns off, the sounds of Wanda getting changed muffled through the door.
Once she exits the bathroom, you take your shower to give her some more time to herself. The hot water helps ease some of the tension and by the time you’re drying yourself off, you’ve already planned what to say to Wanda.
However, when you walk back into the bedroom, Wanda is already under the covers of her bed. The overhead light is off, leaving the moon the only source of light in the room. You get the hint, walking over to your bed and crawling under the covers.
You look over to Wanda’s bed but she’s faced away from you and you can’t quite tell if she’s asleep or not. You whisper her name but get no response so you roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling.
“I hope you’re okay,” you whisper again into the dark, not even sure if you were being heard. “I just want to help, I hate seeing you like this.”
You still get no response so you sigh quietly to yourself, determined to wake up early to find out what the hell was going on.
“Goodnight Wanda,” you try again. “I hope you know that no matter what I still care about you. Nothing you could say would make me stop being your friend.”
You close your eyes then and for a few moments, the room is silent.
Then you hear some rustling from across the room, the sound of feet padding across the carpet before the edge of your blanket is lifted. You scoot over to the side of the bed, leaving enough room for Wanda to climb in next to you.
She settles into the bed, her head resting on your chest as your arm wraps comfortingly around her shoulders. Her arm is slung across your waist as she gets comfortable and you drape the blanket carefully over the both of you.
You don’t say anything, not wanting to push Wanda. You can feel the warmth of her tears soaking into your shirt, her sniffles the only sound in the room.
“When we were upstairs earlier,” Wanda begins, her voice sounding broken and defeated, “Natasha started talking about the future. About the plans she said she had for me.”
Your stomach drops, knowing that whatever Natasha had said must have been bad.
“She said that I’ve been doing so well she’s decided to keep me long term, that she didn’t need to get rid of me like Carol.”
You tense up at the name of Wanda’s former roommate, wondering if Natasha was going to subject you to the same fate. Wanda pauses for a moment, taking a breath before she continues her story.
“She started talking about kids. About how she’s been looking into different methods and that we could start trying in a month or so.”
You feel your blood run cold at her words, Natasha's sick fantasy feeling more and more twisted as Wanda spoke.
“She said that I’d look so good pregnant, that I’d make a good mother.” Wanda’s voice breaks on the last word, a sob catching in her throat.
You rub her back soothingly, unsure of what to say or what to do. Your determination to get out of here only increased, hell-bent on getting Wanda out of here before it was too late.
Wanda pushes herself up to look at you, her eyes wide and fearful.
“I’m so scared,” she admits, her lips trembling. “I don’t want it to get to that point. I couldn’t handle bringing a child into this, to expose something so innocent to that monster.”
She collapses back against you, her body shaking as she cried.
You just held her until she fell asleep, her sobs eventually dying down as she succumbed to the exhaustion of the day.
You were well and truly fucked.
//
The light wakes you in the morning, the sun bathing the room in a cheery glow that didn’t match how you felt inside. You were exhausted, only managing a few hours of sleep the night before as Wanda’s confession played over and over in your mind.
You were no closer to a plan of escape and it seemed as though your days were numbered here. You had to get out before Natasha managed to put her plan into place but you didn’t even know where to start.
You feel Wanda stirring, her head still resting on your chest as she clung tightly to you. You cast your eyes down, your heart breaking as you watch her face shift from peaceful slumber to fear.
“Morning,” you mumble, alerting her to the fact that you were awake.
“Morning,” she whispers in reply, her eyes already shining with tears.
You knew it was going to be a long day.
You both get ready for the day, Wanda’s movements slow. She looked so defeated and you wanted nothing more than to wrap her in your arms and protect her from everything.
You hear Natasha’s footsteps above you, Wanda’s head snapping up to the ceiling as she tracks the sound to the stairs.
“Ready?” You ask, offering her your hand in a show of support.
Wanda just shakes her head, her arms wrapping around her middle as if she was trying to hold herself together.
“I can’t do this,” she whispers frantically. “I can’t take another day in this hell. I wish it was all over. I wish I was dead.”
You feel your blood run cold at her words and you walk over to her quickly, cupping her face in your hands and forcing her to look at you.
“Hey,” you say urgently, wary of the approaching footsteps. “I won’t let it happen. I’m going to get you out.”
Wanda just shakes her head again, squeezing her eyes shut and forcing a tear to run down her cheek.
“I promise-,” you try to continue but the pounding on the door makes you jump back, terrified of what Natasha would do to you if she found the two of you in this position.
“Five minutes,” you hear behind the door.
Wanda uses the distraction to scurry into the bathroom, the lock clicking behind her. You want to bang on the door for her to open up but it was too risky with Natasha awake so you just sit on the floor beside it.
“Wanda,” you say softly, hoping she was listening. “I promise I’ll do whatever I can to keep you safe. You have to trust me.”
You hear nothing in return and you want to yell in frustration at the whole situation.
When you hear Natasha unlocking the door, you quickly get to your feet. The door springs open, her fiery red hair the first thing you see before her sinister grin comes into view.
You’d love nothing more than to slap that grin off her face but instead, you try and keep your breathing under control, standing there silently as she scans the room.
“Where’s Wanda?” she asks, her brow furrowed.
You knew she hated being kept waiting and you hoped that this wasn’t going to be an indication of your day.
“Bathroom,” you reply quickly, hoping that Wanda would make an appearance soon.
As if she had heard your silent plea, the door to the bathroom opens and Wanda walks out. Her face is blank, eyes vacant like they had been the day before. You hated seeing her like this but with Natasha standing there, there was nothing you could do.
“Hurry up,” Natasha taps her foot impatiently and you despise seeing her in the safe space of your room. “I haven’t got all day.”
As you and Wanda trail after Natasha, you keep trying to catch Wanda’s eye but she doesn’t take her gaze off her feet. Natasha detours via the living room and your stomach sinks when she drops two marbles into the jar.
The morning continues the same way. Wanda not seeming to be present, Natasha growing frustrated and marbles being placed in the jar despite how hard you try to overcompensate. By the time you’re making lunch, there are already twelve marbles in the jar and you’re dreading the time after dinner.
You cast a wary glance at Wanda, her plate of food untouched in front of her. Her eyes are still vacant and you don’t know how you can snap her out of it. Natasha is talking about herself again, eating happily and ignoring the almost comatose person at the table.
“Delicious as always,” Natasha compliments the two of you as she finishes her meal, placing her hand on top of yours. Her thumb strokes over the back of your hand and you fight the urge to pull it away, hiding your shiver of disgust.
“Thank you,” you force out, trying to smile at her.
This seems to placate her enough and she turns to Wanda, a smile on her face.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she tells her, tilting her head to the second floor. “We can finish our conversation from yesterday.”
The reminder of the previous day's events makes Wanda jerk, her hand flying out and accidentally knocking over a glass. You watch in slow motion as it flies across the table, the water spilling in Natasha’s lap before the glass careens to the floor. The shattering sound echoes in the room and you can already see the rage building on Natasha’s face.
“Sorry, sorry sorry,” Wanda blurts out, dropping to her knees to try and clean up the mess. She continues to chant apologies as she picks up the shards with her bare hands.
You sit there in shock, still processing the last few seconds as Natasha rises to her feet, visibly shaking with anger.
“You stupid fucking cunt!” She roars and Wanda flinches, the glass cutting her palm as she continues to try and clean the mess.
You watch the scarlet liquid bloom across her palm, dripping onto the floor below her as Natasha pushes her onto her back with the heel of her boot.
“You think you can just break my things, the things I work hard to provide for you and just say ‘sorry’?”
You could see a fire in Natasha’s eyes, the venom in her voice making you shrink in your seat.
“No, I-” Wanda squeaks out, her eyes wide and fearful but Natasha doesn’t let her continue.
“You useless slut,” she screams out, spit flying from her mouth in her rage. “You’re going to pay for that.”
You watch in horror as Natasha bends down, grabbing a fistful of Wanda’s hair before she begins to drag her down the hallway. Wanda’s pained cries spur you to action and you rush out of your seat, standing in front of Natasha to try and block her.
“She didn’t mean it,” you plead, tears filling your eyes. “Please, let her go.”
“Move,” Natasha demands, her voice low and dangerous.
“No,” you shake your head, surprised by your own bravery. “Don’t hurt her please.”
“Move,” Natasha tells you again, louder this time.
When you shake your head again, she pushes you aside with her free hand, her strength no match for you. You crash into the wall, watching as Natasha drags Wanda past you again.
You catch the blood staining her shirt, the agony and fear written across her face, and the pleading in her eyes. You can’t explain your thought process for what you did next, all you know is that you had to protect Wanda.
You were desperate.
You push yourself off the wall, panicked breaths escaping you as you move toward Natasha again. Her face turns to look at you, eyes still full of malice as you bring your arm back and swing as hard as you can.
Your open hand makes contact with Natasha’s face with a resounding smack, her head recoiling from the force of your blow. You feel the heat bloom in your palm, dread instantly filling you as your mind catches up to your body.
“Oh no,” you whisper as you back away, clutching your hand to your chest.
You feel your back hit the wall, Natasha’s hand letting go of Wanda’s hair, the brunette slumping to the floor in a heap, body shaking from sobs.
Natasha wipes her lip, blood coating her finger as she pulls away. Her head turns to you, the fire from earlier increased tenfold. You want to run but her stare is holding you in place, fear coursing through your body.
Wanda is quickly forgotten as Natasha advances toward you, grabbing your arm roughly as she drags you to the room. You stumble over your feet, trying to wrench yourself free but it’s no use. Your fate had already been sealed.
Natasha throws you inside the room and you land on the floor with a thud as she shuts the door behind her. You hear the lock click about a second before the pounding on the other side begins, Wanda’s desperate pleas muffled by the wood.
“Stand up,” Natasha spits at you, her eyes wide. She had never looked more crazy.
You are shaking too much to follow orders, every instinct telling you to run. Natasha lets out a frustrated growl, rushing over to you and yanking you up by your hair.
“I said stand up,” she yells over your cry of pain. You try and pry your hair free of her grasp but she punches you in the stomach, knocking the wind from your lungs.
“You want to hit me?” she asks, punctuating the statement with a blow to your cheek as you stand there hunched over. “You think you can take me?”
She shoves you and you fall again, landing on your side on the bed. You still haven’t caught your breath before Natasha jumped onto the bed, straddling you.
“Come on then,” she taunts, landing another blow to your side. “If you want to hit me, do it.”
She doesn’t let up, her fists landing on any exposed inch of you they could find. You don’t know when one hit ends and the other begins, the only thing you know is the overwhelming pain.
After a few minutes, you feel her tire, one of your eyes already swollen shut from a particularly brutal right hook. She’s panting above you, her knuckles bruised and bloody.
“Don’t you ever think about doing that again,” she warns, her face close to yours. “Or you won’t live to see another day.”
You know she’s telling the truth, Carol's name flashing to your mind. You can still hear Wanda on the other side of the door, her sobs and pleas muffled by the ringing in your ears.
You feel Natasha stand, the sound of a zipper reaching your ears. You knew what came next but it wasn’t something that you could handle right now. Your body was already aching all over, you couldn’t withstand more of her abuse.
You did the only thing you could think of, you rolled off the side of the bed, groaning as you made contact with the hard floor.
“Get up,” Natasha screams at you, kicking you in the leg. “I’m not done with you yet.”
You just groan again, your entire body on fire. You hear Natasha let out a scream of frustration before her boot hits your leg again.
“I said get the fuck up.”
You instinctively cover your head with your hands, trying to offer it some protection. Natasha kicks you a few more times in frustration and you hope that it will all be over soon.
One of her kicks lands swiftly against your ribs, the sharp pain stealing your breath instantly. You’re sure you felt a crack, almost certain that she had just broken your ribs. She kicks you a few more times for good measure, her growls of frustration slowly easing.
“God you’re pathetic,” she sneers after a while.
You feel her hand in your hair once more, lifting you to your feet. You feel groggy, the pain almost unbearable as she jostles your ribs. You whimper which just makes her laugh at you.
She starts walking toward the door and you have no choice but to follow to stop your hair from being ripped out. She opens the door and you spot Wanda on the floor, blurry through your tears and what you assumed was blood dripping down your face.
“Get out of my way,” Natasha commands and Wanda scurries back.
Natasha drags you down the hall to your bedroom, throwing you inside. You let out a wail as you land heavily, the pain worsening.
You sense someone kneeling beside you, the soft hands letting you know that Wanda had made her way to the room. You hear the door slam, the lock clicking into place and the sound of Natasha’s boots retreating up the stairs.
Wanda’s soft sobs echo beside you as she gently cradles your head in her lap, her fingers softly brushing over your cheeks.
“Why?” she chokes out and you don’t know what she's referring to.
Your mind feels hazy, the pain pulling you to the edge of consciousness as her soft voice fills your mind. You want to stay awake for her, to let her know you were okay but it was starting to become too hard.
“Why did you do that, why did you stop her?” You can feel Wanda’s tears dripping onto your face, the salt stinging as it makes contact with the open skin. “You were so stupid. Why did you do that?”
“Had to protect you,” you cough out, the effort making it even harder to stay awake.
“Why?” Wanda questions again, clearly upset by your actions.
You had to try and make her understand, make sure she knew why you risked everything for her. With the last of your strength, you open your one good eye, Wanda’s tear-stained face coming into view.
“I think I love you,” your voice is barely a whisper but you know she heard you, her eyes going wide.
And then the world went black.
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