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Wanda Maximoff had a tragic life, there was no debating that. It pained you to see such a caring and kind individual being hurt in so many ways over and over again, so you made it your mission to make sure you saw that perfect smile as much as possible.

The friendship started when you were the only Avenger who was willing to approach her after the events of Sokovia, everyone else still on edge about her powers and allegiance after the whole ordeal with Ultron. You, however, disregarded all the warnings the team told you, grabbing a plate of food for the young witch and knocking on her door rather timidly.

You were a mess, an awkward, shy mess, but you didn't care as you eventually managed to persuade her to let you in, offering to be a shoulder to cry on. You sat in silence for a large amount of time during the first meeting, both of you simply watching the sitcom she put on until she felt like opening up to you, a strange feeling of trust brewing between you, allowing her to express her concerns and worries. You listened attentively, offering advice wherever you could, knowing that the grief she would be feeling after her brother wouldn't just vanish, and she was extremely appreciative of your thoughtfulness.

Hours of spending time together turned into days, then weeks, then months until you were renowned as a duo within the team. Wherever the young witch was, you were there too, ensuring you heard the angelic laugh you were slowly falling in love with.

No one made a comment to start with on how you seemed to look at the witch, admiration swirling within your eyes while you would gaze at her with an enamoured stare, clearly having fallen deeply in love with her, without even realising.

The realisation only came when Natasha had had enough of you being so oblivious to your feelings, opening your eyes up to the reality of your situation. You were in love with Wanda and there was nothing you could, or want, to do to stop it.

On multiple occasions you rehearsed different ways you would ask the brunette to go on a date with you, each time the enticing green just staring at you in curiosity as you would back out, far too nervous to risk your friendship on a simple question. Instead, you would blush profoundly, muttering how it was nothing before moving the conversation swiftly on to something ridiculous to make her laugh and forget about your cowardness.

The time you had managed to overcome your fear of rejection, thanks to many pep talks from Natasha, you were walking with Wanda in the forest of the compound, making your way to your favourite spot together. It was easy, all you had to do was ask her, 'would you like to go on a date with me?', it couldn't possibly go that wrong, could it?

It seemed it could.

You didn't even get a chance to ask her when she turned to you excitedly, the sudden skip in her step making sense when she couldn't stop talking about what Vision had just asked her.

"Vision asked me out on a date!" she exclaimed, her smile practically reaching her ears while a small blush appeared on her cheeks as she gushed about how romantic the robot was when he asked her, how he seemed to do everything perfectly.

You couldn't do anything but nod along with her, trying to seem excited for her when your heart seemed to splinter with every praising word she spoke about the synthezoid.

On the walk back, you tried to piece it all back together like a broken puzzle for her sake, desperately trying to keep it together as she was smiling like she had never before, her green eyes sparkling with a newfound joy.

That's all you had ever wanted, you just wished it was because of you.

Natasha watched you with a sympathetic look as you watched your bestfriend slip away from you, falling deeply in love with Vision as they stood at the kitchen together, the angelic laughter spilling freely from her lips at his awful attempt at paprikash.

It physically hurt to watch them being together but you pushed it all down because you loved her. You loved her so much that you ignored the heavy weight in your chest, all that mattered was that she was happy.

You were snapped out of your reminiscent of the past by Natasha moving to stand next to you at the back of the hall, her arm wrapping comfortingly over your shoulder as you stared ahead, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat.

"If you want to leave, I'll come up with an excuse for you, she'll understand," whispered the redhead, her free hand smoothing out her dress as the priest at the front started his speech.

"I'm fine," you whispered back, voice wavering far more than the Russian's as your gaze was firmly locked on the figure at the front of the room, her striking green peering up at the man she loved, her lips stretched into a wide grin as she could barely contain her excitement.

You admired the white dress that perfectly adorned her body, your mind replaying the memories all those years ago when she told you about her dream wedding, you doing the same but imagining you were up there with her, not him.

"I'm sorry," Natasha quietly murmurs, pulling your body closer to hers in a comforting manner, the piercing pain in your heart ignoring the kind gesture.

"It's ok," you say but she knows you don't truly mean the words, you're only saying it for her. "She's happy with him, you know that's all I've ever wanted for her," you say, gaze lowering when they announce 'You may kiss the bride', only raising it once the rest of the people in the room stopped cheering in celebration of their marriage.

"She's smiling, Nat," your tone softer and more heartfelt than before, Natasha turning to you, nothing but sympathy written across her face, "Maybe it's not at me but, after all this time, she's still smiling, so I'll smile too." After your confession, you do as you say, a small smile finding its way to your lips as you watch the new bride and groom walk hand in hand down the path, her eyes meeting yours one last time before she leaves the room as well as your heart.

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The sound of steps caused your eyes to widen, flickering over to Natasha’s emerald green that hesitated at the noise, her fingers sliding the metal device into the keyhole to unlock the door.

“Nat,” you whispered in a panicked voice, hearing the approaching footsteps becoming louder and louder with each step they took in the restricted area of the party, Natasha and yourself not technically allowed where you were. “Nat,” you whispered-yelled as the spy didn’t say anything, your nerves incomparable to the composed woman who quickly tried to think of a distraction, only one idea popping into her head.

“Do you trust me?” she whispers back, voice soft and gentle as she searches your eyes, your cheeks flushing at her intense green.

“Yes,” you say with a little confusion as it was clearly obvious you trusted her. “Why-“ Your words were cut off by her lips connecting to yours, her hands moving to your hips, effortlessly flipping your bodies around so that you were pinned against the door, a soft moan escaping you at the unexpected hungry kiss.

Her mouth moved against yours passionately, your hands hesitantly moving to her waist as she deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue into your mouth in a dominant manner, practically smirking into your mouth at your desperate whimper.

“You’re not allowed in here,” the man dressed in a suit said, voice stern until he saw your compromising position, looking away for a moment as Natasha pulled away from you, her eyes darkened with lust as they travelled to your lips before flickering back up into your dilated pupils.

“This is a restricted area, I’m going to have to ask you two to leave,” his voice fails to hold the same amount of composure as before, his cheeks tinted red as he looked at Natasha who was looking over her shoulder, lipstick smudged.

“Sorry,” she said to the man, tone playful as she glanced back at you, her red lipstick having stained your lips as well, smudged slightly. Her thumb moves to wipe away the red mark, your breath hitching at her touch as she gazes hungrily into your eyes, the man becoming forgotten for a moment. “I just couldn’t resist her,” her excuse is accepted by the man as she drags you away by the hand, the man not caring where you two rushed off two, just wanting you to leave the prohibited area.

Your back met a new wall as you were guided into random storage room, Natasha’s lips claiming yours once more, fingers tangling into your hair as she stole your breath away, mind clouding with arousal.

“What about the mission?” you sigh out when she starts to kiss along your jaw, causing her to pull back from your warm skin, the various shades of green overflowing with lust and desire but also amusement.

“Oh Detka,” she chuckles against your lips, unable to stop herself from kissing you again, “I just had my tongue down your throat and you’re worried about the mission?” Your cheeks instantly turn a bright red, your mouth opening and closing as you stammer for words, the redhead admiring your panic. She also admired your dedication to complete the job but, right now, all she wanted was for the both of you to stop teetering on the lines of friendship, finally opening her eyes to her own feelings and your obvious crush.

“Valid point,” you muster out, cringing a little at your choice of words, the redhead simply smiling into another kiss, your hands settling more confidently on her waist, your mind consumed by the thought of her, and only her. 

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“Fuck,” you moaned as the toy was thrusted into you, her hips flush against yours while your head lolled back against her shoulder, a desperate noise leaving you. “Nat, please,” your tone laced with lust and desire as she slowly pulled her hips back, gradually sliding the strap on back into you to fill you up again, another sinful noise being dragged out of you.

“Please what, Detka?” she hummed, her hands gliding down your body, teasing the skin with her nails as she scratched along your abdomen softly, your hips twitching at her touch. You needed her to move. You had been teased enough already.

“Please just let me come,” you whisper, her free hand lifting your head off her body so she could pepper kisses along the side of your jaw, smirking against the warm skin as you pushed your hips back against hers. “I need you, please fuck me,” you groan as her fingers find your clit, slowly circling it to keep up with her teasing.

“But do you deserved to be fucked, Detka?” she mutters against your skin, her fangs grazing the juncture of your neck, your breath hitching. “You were such a bad girl, being such a brat,” her tone dropping an octave as her free hand moves to settle on your throat, the sensation of her hand and teeth causing your mind to cloud with arousal, “I’m not sure you deserve to be fucked like my little slut, do you?”

“No,” you say, agreeing with her as, after your stunt, you deserved the punishment, your head tilting to look into her darkened and enticing green. “But I can’t take it anymore, so please,” your tone is nothing but desperate, the redhead’s gaze softening for a moment as she had been harsh with your punishment, your body feeling as though it had been edged for hours on end now.

“You’re so lucky I love you,” she mutters, claiming your lips, feeling you smile into it as her hands move to settle on your waist, her hips snapping up into yours, the toy thrusted roughly into you causing a moan to escape you. Her mouth moves to kiss along your neck, her fangs purposely grazing the skin to fuel both of your arousals, relentlessly pumping the toy into you as you chant her name, her hands keeping your body upright.

“That’s it Detka, take it like the good little slut you are,” she pants at the shell of your ear, your body clenching tightly around the toy as pleasure sparks through you, nothing but her name and sounds of pleasure being torn out of you.

Her hand circles around your body once again as more dirty words are whispered into your ear, the heat between your thighs unbearable as you throb around the toy, your body begging for its release as your mind is clouded with euphoria, vision almost blurring at how amazing everything felt.

Natasha’s pace never eased as she mercilessly fucked the toy into you, giving you the rough fuck you wanted as you desperately wanted to feel her fill you up, to feel the sensation of coming all over her cock.

“Nat,” you moaned, hand reaching wildly behind you to reach her red hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you held onto her for support, your legs trembling as your orgasm neared. The other woman’s lips tugged up into a smirk at your tone, her fangs pressing down against you softly, the sensation odd but addictive as you wanted her to do it again but harder. “Harder, please,” you whisper as she gathers that you don't mean her hips as they’re already pounding into you, her fangs teasing you by only pressing a little harder.

“Nat,” you whined when you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of your release, wanting to feel her teeth sink into you.

“Y/n,” she mocked your tone, “Come on Detka, tell me what you want.”

“Bite me,” you groan out, her fangs immediately sinking into your neck, nothing but pleasure taking over your body, legs shaking as liquid gushes around the toy, a string of moans being ripped from the back of your throat.

Your eyes flutter open a few moments later as Natasha slows her thrusts, letting you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, body trembling against hers as she wraps her arms around your middle, tongue soothing the bite mark while murmuring loving words to help you calm down.

“There’s my Detka,” she whispers playfully when you tilt your head to the side, connecting your lips softly while a small moan escapes you when she pulls out, kissing you in apology and smiling against your lips. “Someone enjoyed that,” she teases softly once you realise why the sheets feel so wet under you, cheeks tinting red as she continues to kiss your lips softly, coaxing you into the safety of her arms as you relax against her.

“Shush,” you mutter embarrassed, her chuckling against your lips before pulling back, your eyes flickering down to her mouth, her tongue seductively swiping across her lips before she parts them, showing off her stunning fangs, the smirk dangerous as arousal pools between your thighs once again.

“Fuck it,” you mumble before turning around in her arms, crashing your lips together and pushing her body down on another part of the bed, immediately straddling her lap, ready for another round. 

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Standing at the back of the hall, nothing but longing and pain filled Natasha as she watched you from afar. The smile on your lips practically reached your ears as you smiled down at the woman you were standing at the altar with, a few cheers from the rest of the team filling the room when you met her lips as commanded by the priest, both of you smiling against one another. 

Natasha couldn’t help but want to leave, watching you being so, so in love with someone else caused her heart to fracture with every smile you sent to your new wife, every little touch and kiss. 

It hurt. 

It hurt so much to see you like this, but Natasha couldn’t stop thinking about one thing. 

What went wrong? 

Your relationship had initially started as something more physical than emotional, your bodies  practically tangled under the sheets for hours on end as you both used each other as a means of getting out pent up frustrations and feelings. However, it was inevitable for you to fall for the redhead, her charming smile and sarcastic personality winning you over effortlessly as you grew closer and closer to her, finally getting the courage to confess your feelings to her. 

The start of the relationship was rocky, Natasha having difficulty with being open with someone, with letting someone wriggle their way into her stone cold heart but you managed it. Of course you did, how could Natasha not fall for you? 

Slowly but surely she gave you her heart as you did her, the two of you so deeply in love with one another that Natasha thought nothing could get in the way of you, nothing. But that thought came crashing down when it all ended, her heart breaking into a million pieces and never having been put back together. 

Today was just a reminder of how broken she felt without you.

She kept her distance for most of the night, letting the rest of the team congratulate you on your special night, your arm wrapped around your wife’s waist as you smiled at whoever was speaking to you, occasionally murmuring something into her ear to make her smile and chuckle. 

However, once she saw you standing on the balcony alone, your wife far to enthralled in a conversation with Steve, Natasha couldn’t help herself as her feet led her closer to you, her arms leaning against the railing to match your position. 

“I didn’t think you would come,” is all you say as you continue to stare ahead, keeping your expression calm and mature as you the woman besides you knew how to read you and understand what you were truly feeling. 

“You invited me,” she whispers back, her voice containing that slight rasp you used to love to listen to.

“Still, I wasn’t sure,” you murmur, risking a look to your side to offer her a soft and grateful smile, wanting her to know how much you appreciated her being here despite the circumstances. 

Her eyes scanned over your features, remembering every little detail she memorised after having gazed at you so many times, your eyes seemingly doing the same as you took in her familiar red hair and enticing emerald eyes. Your eyes naturally drifted to her lips, encouraging the redhead to talk as her gaze remained locked on your eyes. 

“Where did we go wrong?” she asks and you know she’s not doing this to cause an argument or a scene, she’s simply curious. You offer her another small, soft smile before turning your head, looking back at the view from balcony of New York, the towers oddly peaceful to stare at during the night. 

“We both wanted different things, Nat,” you whisper after thinking for a moment, the nickname odd for the other woman to hear as no one called her Nat apart from you. 

“I only ever wanted you,” she says, voice laced with honesty but you shake your head gently, the smile on your lip fading a little but still present. 

“You wanted more than just me,” you say softly, turning back to look at her, getting lost in the eyes you still loved. “We tried so hard to not be torn apart but it just… It wasn’t working, not for me,” your confession has Natasha’s heart beating wildly in her chest, the redhead unsure if she could handle it being broken once again. “We both wanted different things Nat, I wanted you and you…” your gaze moves to the window, staring at the rest of the team who laughed amongst themselves, “You didn’t want them to know.” 

“Y/n… You why know I-“ she tries but you gently cut her off.

“I know, I’d never force you to tell them,” you whisper in that soft tone that Natasha remembers falling asleep to, the delicate nature of it calming. “I just, I didn’t want to be a secret anymore,” your voice wavers a little and Natasha sees past the façade you were putting on, able to see how hurt this conversation made you feel.

The two of you simmer in the silence a little longer, Natasha unable to excuse her past behaviour as you knew why she didn’t want others to know. She was always told love was a weakness and telling others just seemed to be handing them ammo to later on fire back at her. She couldn’t put anything before her job, not back then when there were more lives to save, more villains to fight, not even you. 

“You don’t love her the same way you loved me,” Natasha whispers after thinking for a while, her tone not bitter just simply stating the facts, your gaze being drawn away from the skyline.  

“Perhaps not,” you reply back honestly, “I don't think I could love anyone the way I loved you but that doesn’t mean I don’t love her.” Your words painfully remind Natasha of your wife in the other room, how your finger wears a ring that belongs to the other woman, not the redhead. “I vowed to her that I’d spent the rest of my life with her and I intend to,” you say, pushing your arms off the railing to move into a standing position, turning to look at Natasha one more time. “Maybe a  part of me wishes I was spending it with you, but that’s not how things worked out. I love you Natasha, I always will but I just don’t think we were meant to be,” your confession causes a single tear to spill from her eyes, your finger delicately raising to wipe it away, your smile soft and bittersweet. “Maybe in another lifetime we’ll get our happy ending,” you murmur before pressing your lips to her forehead softly, a kiss to say goodbye as you offer her one last smile before turning away slowly, leaving Natasha to try and piece back her broken heart, alone.

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Staring ahead at the mirror in the corner of the room, emerald green intently stared at her reflection, observing every inch of her bare body that was on display, wet, red curls clinging to her body as she simply stood in front of the mirror, her usually playful green corrupted into disgust. Hurt, regret and shame crawled down her spine as her gaze flickered from one body feature to another, a lump clawing its way into her throat as pain creeped onto her face as she continued to stare, every second passing only amplifying the whirlwind of emotions flooding through her.

Natasha couldn’t stop the negative and despondent trail her thoughts drifted down as she looked at herself properly, nausea stirring deep within her. She didn’t see herself staring back at her, all she could see was an object, a tool she used to get the mission done, no matter what it took. She didn’t see someone soft or beautiful, someone you’d want to spend hours admiring because they were so pretty and delicate, all she could see was something… to be used. She was sexy and seductive, she wasn’t someone who was tender or gentle. She wasn’t someone lovable, she was something to be utilised for a mission.

Her eyes glossed over as she continued to berate her body, objectifying it herself as everyone else had done to her as she stared and ogled at her own body, trying to persuade herself there was something more to her than her looks. Her teeth anxiously bit down on her lower lip to stop it trembling as she failed to convince herself of anything positive, a stray tear managing to escape her when her gaze settled on one of the many scars that littered her body from her past.

The haunting memories of her past desperately tried to gnaw away at her thoughts but she didn’t pay them any attention as she was too focused on drowning in her other thoughts, drowning in the onslaught of doubts and insecurities eating away at her. She was a weapon and a killer. That’s all she was and all she was ever going to be.

The sound of keys twisting in the door made her aware of your arrival, the redhead not bothering to cover herself up as she assumed you would be happy to see her completely exposed, everyone else would. God, what did you even see in her? Was she just a good fuck? Is that why you hadn’t left her yet?

“Hey, you’re never going to believe what Sam did on the mission-“ You chuckled out as you opened the bedroom door, your eyes widening in surprise at the sight of her body, a smile naturally tugging at your lips before your gaze met her green in the reflection, the sheer amount of emotion swirling in them immediately filling you with concern, your face dropping into worry. “What’s wrong?” You ask softly as you carefully place your bag down on the floor, making your way gradually over to her body, watching her reaction as you approach your girlfriend.

“When you look at me, what do you see?” Her tone was laced with hurt as your brows furrow, your eyes trained on hers in the reflection as you move to stand next to her, being respectful and keeping your gaze locked on those eyes you fell so deeply for.

“I see the most beautiful woman in the world,” you whisper, your voice dripping with care and honesty as you watch her reaction, pain flashing across her face and causing confusion to wash across yours.

“No, no you don’t,” she mutters, lifting her hand to wipe away the tears lingering on her cheeks, brushing it away roughly as she hates crying, she hates showing any sign of weakness. “I’m not beautiful, I’m…I’m disgusting,” she mumbles, your face instantly reacting to her words, disbelief engraved on it as you take another step closer to her body, trying to think of a way to convince her that she wasn’t, she was more than what they made her.

“Nat,” you whisper softly as she stares ahead at the mirror, avoiding your gaze in the reflection as she tries to blink back the tears brimming in her eyes. “Natasha, look at me,” you murmur affectionately, waiting patiently for her to muster the courage to look at your loving and tender gaze, her mesmerising green eventually flickering over to your soft gaze. “Do you trust me?” your voice was barely above a whisper as your mouth moved near the shell of her ear, waiting for her consent before trying to show her how wrong she was.

She was beautiful, not because of her body but because of her heart. Despite everything she thought about herself, she was a kind, loving, and amazing woman, she was someone who managed to steal your heart without even trying. She was everything to you, and you needed her to know that.

When she nods, you show her your hands in the reflection, signalling to her you wanted to touch her before waiting for her to nod again, your hands gently moving to caress her waist when she was ready. Your warm touch felt odd against her skin momentarily, the sheer tenderness and care you managed to put into it made her heart flutter as you kept your gaze on her face, gauging her reactions carefully. It was almost overwhelming to feel so appreciated and seen by you, your hands moving against her soft skin slowly, your fingers moving over every inch of her body in an adoring way, not a hint of lust or desire present in your touch as you explored her body, slowly warming her cold body up.

“Do you know why I said I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world?” you murmur as you place a delicate kiss to her bare shoulder, the kiss so innocent and affectionate it almost makes Natasha tear up from the loving blooming within her as you close your eyes, almost lost in your admiration for her. “Because there’s not a single part of you I don’t adore, I love all of you Natasha, not just your body,” you whisper, your warm breath tickling her skin as you kiss her shoulder blade, letting your lips ghost over a small scar you knew haunted her.

You kissed over the scar with as much love as possible, trying to sooth her worries about the physical scar as well as trying to comfort the mental scars that littered her, the feeling of their rough, forceful hands still invading her thoughts from time to time.

You can hear her exhale a shaky breath at your words and actions, her body slowly relaxing further into your touch as you move to glide your hands down her toned arms, propping your head on her shoulder as your mouth ghosted her ear again, watching her reaction to your touch as she lets her eyes flutter shut, trying to engrave the memory of your touch into her mind forever.

“Do you know why I love your hands?” You mumble softly, a smile tugging at your lips as she shakes her head, too scared to speak and ruin the tranquil atmosphere that’s wrapped around the two of you, wanting to let the world fade away. “I love the way you run your fingers through my hair when we cuddle,” you whisper, trying to list all the unique things she does that you adore, trying to express to her your undying love, needing her to realise how much you care about her. “I love how gentle they are when I let you braid my hair, the way you twirl your pen between them in debrief meetings, that when you get anxious you trace the lines on your palms,” you mimic the movement with your own fingers, dragging the tips of your fingers across her hand before up and along her forearm until you move them back to her waist to rest there for a moment, letting everything sink in for a moment before you continue.

“Do you know why I love your shoulders and back?” you ask quietly, letting your fingers trace her spine almost intimately as your body ghosts behind hers, her body subconsciously leaning back further against you, seeking your warmth and comfort. “Because despite carrying the world on your shoulders, you make time for others, you care for everyone else,” you whisper, “But most importantly, you let me take care of you, which I know was something difficult for you to start with. I love how now you let me run my fingers up and down your back because you know I love watching you relax,” your let your thumb gently press into a spot on her back, knowing it was her weak spot and watching as her body crumbles apart at your touch, relaxing instantly into your arms as your hands move to snake around her waist, letting her sink into your embrace.

You hold her for as long as you think she needs it, her eyes still closed as she focuses on the feeling of your steady heartbeat behind her, ears listening attentively to your calm breaths as you embrace her, smiling fondly at her reflection as the disgust on her features dissipated into shyness and love, the suffocating spiral she was trapped in easing it’s grip as your words lured her out of her dark thoughts.

Only when she was ready, did you move away from the embrace, moving around her body to face her, your lips pressing delicately against her forehead to make the corner of her lips lift up that little bit more before you slowly kiss down her body in an appreciative way, trying to express your love for her as you kneel before her, almost as if you were worshipping her.

“Do you know why I love this scar?” you whisper ever so gently, her head tilting to look at you as you peer up at her, honesty overflowing from your eyes as she struggles to process how you could love the old wound on her lower abdomen. “It shows how strong you are,” you mumble as you kiss the scars on her skin, “It shows that you are a good person, Natasha. You saved that man’s life, you risked yours just so he could go home to see his children, I think that’s something to admire and love.”

“Y/n,” she murmurs out but you kiss near the scar again, her hands naturally moving to thread through your hair, wanting to feel closer to you as she lets you continue praising her body.

“I’m not finished,” you mumble playfully, not letting her disagree with your words. “I also love how if I let my fingers brush over the spot above it…” you chuckle out, knowing she was some reason ticklish there, a soft laugh escaping her as her body jerks at the funny sensation, your hands settling at her hips to show you weren’t going to tickle her again. “I get to hear that angelic laughter,” you whisper with a cocky smile, her eyes rolling as she looks down at you, unable to stop the smile breaking out on her face, your comforting words a safety boat coming to save her from the sea of doubts and insecurities.

“That was mean,” she grumbles, scratching your scalp softly as you lean against her body, smiling up at her with nothing but love in your eyes.

“It still made you smile,” you say whilst kissing the spot you had just tickled, your hands moving down to her legs, deciding to compliment one more part of her body, having a feeling your plan had already seemed to have worked. “Do you know why I love your legs?” You hum out, looking up at her and noticing the small hint of mirth in her eyes.

“Why?” She murmurs in a tender tone, your lips peppering a few soft kisses against the soft skin and her tone muscles.

“I love how you wrap them around my body to pull me closer when we cuddle,” you whisper, knowing that, especially when she was tired, she’d throw her leg over your body and slide you closer to her, needing to feel you completely pressed up against her to sleep comfortably. “Or when you use them to trap me to the bed playfully, trying to prove that you could beat me in a sparring match,” you tease, knowing full well she’d kick your ass if you spared against her. You chuckle as you watch her brow raise at your words, her smile endearing as she gets lost in your enamoured gaze, her heart unable to cope with the amount of love pumping through it.

Gradually, you push yourself back up to your feet and let your arms snake around her waist, pulling her body closer to yours as she keeps her eyes on you, trying her best to express how grateful she was to have you in her life, to have you push away all those negative thoughts and clear the fog of anxiety that would cloud her mind.

“You’re beautiful, Natasha,” you whisper, not hiding an ounce of your love for her in your tone, the soft look in your eyes turning serious as you need her to know you mean it. “There’s nothing you could do that would make me think otherwise. I love you, I always will.”

“I love you too,” she murmurs back affectionately, kissing your lips innocently, not wanting anything to escalate as she simply wanted to be with you, to feel loved and cared for. You let her face rest at the crook of your neck as you try to slide your jacket off to cover her body, noticing how she shivered slightly at the gentle breeze that filtered through the room from the window. You let her take as long as she needed in your embrace, only parting when she moved first, deciding to warm herself up by slipping under the covers of your bed as she watched you sit on the edge of the bed, taking off your boots tiredly. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles after a moment, realising that you had just gotten back from a long mission, exhaustion evident in your features as she observes you, your head instantly turning at her apology.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” your tone is quiet as you kiss her forehead, letting your hand cup her cheek and thumb brush over the smooth skin. “I’m here for you, no matter what,” your tone conveys your care for her as you kiss her once more, swiftly taking the rest of your clothes off so you could join her in bed, letting your bare bodies press into each other so you could both get lost in a tranquil moment between lovers, gazing into each others eyes.

“Thank you for loving me,” she whispers after a little white, your lips stretching into a soft smile, your head tilting to look at her as she hugs your side, her leg slotted between yours like she always did.

“Thank you for giving me the chance to,” your words are soft as you hold the intimate stare, her cheeks tinting pink before she lets her face press further against your body, trying to hide the sudden shyness consuming her as well as giving into her body’s desire for sleep, the tormenting thoughts from earlier draining her. “Goodnight Nat,” you whisper once you could tell she was drifting off to sleep, your lips pressing one final kiss to her hair before letting your own eyes close, content with being in the arms of your lover. 

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Sinking into the warm water of the hot tub, a sigh of relief spilt from your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, relaxation consuming your body as the satisfying temperature of the water encased your body, lulling you into a peaceful state. You could feel every muscle slowly relax, a pleasant buzz filling you as you relished in the tranquillity of the moment until a soft, angelic laugh caught your attention, your eye peeking over to your side at the other woman who joined you in the tub.

Wanda’s smile was mischievous as she grinned at you, sliding her body in next to yours and wrapping her arm immediately around your body, pulling you in close to her comforting embrace. You failed to hide the sheer happiness on your face her presence brought you as she pressed a delicate kiss to the top of your head, a hum leaving her as she savoured the pleasing feeling of the warm water like you did a few moments ago, amusement swirling in your eyes. Tilting your head up, you leaned in your a kiss, the two of you smiling into it as you felt love bubbling inside you, the affection she was showing you causing your heart to melt as you eventually parted from her lips, the tender action making you look at her with nothing but care and adoration.

“Hi,” you whispered gently as you moved to steal a quick peck from her, watching in amusement as she shook her head subtly at your antics before welcoming you to sit against her side, her soft skin pressed up against you in an intoxicating manner.

“Hey Detka,” she murmurs back, her mouth ghosting the shell of your ear and causing a shiver to run down your spine at the rasp that laced the words, her accent seeping into her voice beautifully. “Everyone has gone home but Nat,” she continues, a soft hum of acknowledgement leaving you as the rest of your friends left after the party you had hosted, “She wants to join us in the hot tub for a bit.” You nod to show you were listening to your girlfriend, not wanting to speak and break the comfortable atmosphere that was brewing around the two of you, a moment for lovers as you sank into each other's arms, her fingers tracing random patterns against your skin, occasionally trailing up and down your arm to further lull you both into peaceful states as you wait for the redhead to join you both.

You would lying if you said the idea of Natasha joining you wasn’t exciting to you, your mind trying it’s best to not wander down a route it shouldn’t go in relation to the Russian, wanting to simply remain in the moment with Wanda as opposed to the fantasies you had spoken to her about involving another person, a fantasy she seemed to share with the same amount of desire and vehemence. It wasn’t the time to bring it up again, you decided, choosing to remain in the bliss of a lovely evening and leave your sinful desires on pause for a little while longer, wanting to wait for the right moment. However, you missed the way Wanda’s smile grew at how you tried to have some self control, her lips merely pressing a kiss to your temple lovingly to distract you as she heard the other woman coming out of the patio doors, ready to join you and entertain you both.

“Thank you for letting me stay,” Natasha politely says as she approaches you both, a flutter happening inside your chest at the sound of her voice, your eyes instantly flicking over to the side where she was about to walk to, your cheeks tinting red at your eagerness to see her, Wanda’s hand moving from your arm to settle on your upper thigh, deepening your blush as a wave of arousal coursed through you at her dominant actions. “I know you guys must be ready to relax after hosting such an event,” she chuckles out, entering your line of sight and making your mouth part slightly at her outfit, the sheer amount of skin exposed for you both to see.

“You’re always welcome here Natasha, you know that,” Wanda murmurs out to your friend, the glint of kindness flickering into something more as the two women share a knowing look, your mind utterly distracted by the ongoing conversation around you as your gaze attempted to subtly rake over the Russian, in awe of her.

It was hard for you to comprehend her beauty, your mind appreciating every inch of her soft and creamy skin that was on show, the way her body seemed to be crafted by the gods themselves as she lowered herself into the tub gradually, her abs flexing sinfully for you both to admire as she eventually settled in the tub, her body to your side. Natasha’s lips pulled into a gentle and teasing smile as she conversed with Wanda, none of the words meeting your ears as you simply admired the redhead, the way her arms moved as she gestured about her point, the way the muscles in her arm rippled, her nimble fingers moving to tie her hair into a messy bun to stop the red strands from getting soaked in the water as she chuckled at something your girlfriend had said, your lips pulling up into a matching expression to pretend as though you were listening.

Your admiration and appreciation towards the redhead was cut shorter than you would have wanted as you felt Wanda’s hand squeeze your thigh in an intoxicating manner, the heat, arousal and anticipation building inside you bubbling up at the action, your cheeks that seemed permanently tinted pink deepening in colour as you turned your head to meet the Sokovian’s gaze. Her green sparkled with amusement, her teeth biting on her lower lip that naturally caught your attention, eyes flickering down obviously and staring at her lips, remembering the feeling of them against you briefly before snapping out of your thoughts at her motioning her head over towards the other woman, your brows furrowing.

Hesitantly, you turned to look over at Natasha, unsure of what was going on as you had zoned out, the expectant look on her face causing you to realise she had spoken to you, the words falling on deaf ears as you nervously chuckled, offering her a timid smile at the way mischief was engraved on her features.

“Sorry, I was in my own little world then,” you excused, your eyes meeting her intense green and feeling shiver run down your spine at how her gaze just oozed dominance but also softness, seeming to enjoy your slightly flustered state as you shuffled a little closer to Wanda, letting your body sink further into hers as she pressed another kiss to your temple, soothing your nerves.

“No worries Dorogaya, I was just complimenting you on such an amazing night,” she husks out, sending you a charming and tempting smile as she savoured the way you grew nervous and looked over at Wanda briefly, the woman next to you enjoying the way Natasha was looking at you, the hunger building in her gaze. “You did such a good job, it must have been so difficult to organise and host,” Natasha continues, her accent seeping to her words along with a softness to underlie her tone making your heart flutter as your mind starts to wander to the many conversations you had with Wanda about inviting the other woman, unsure if your fantasy was actually coming true at the way the redhead was acting, her words causing a prominent heat to settle between your thighs.

“Thank you,” you shyly murmured, “I had a lot of help from Wanda so it wasn’t so hard,” you dismissed, unable to take a compliment making your girlfriend speak up, gathering both yours and Natasha’s attention as she simply smirks at you, her mesmerising green captivating your attention.

“Don’t put yourself down Detka,” she playfully scolds, lifting one of her hands to tuck away a stray strand of your hair, her hand then moving to caress your cheek lovingly, the warmth of her soft skin a pleasant sensation against your face. “You’ve been amazing tonight, such a good girl,” her words make you almost whine out loud, your mouth parting to gasp softly before your gaze tries to flicker over to where Natasha was, a hint of embarrassment creeping into your figure as the redhead was shown the effect praise had on you, the corner of her lips tugging up into a smirk that caused arousal to cloud your mind.

The feeling of Wanda’s fingers moving to grip your chin, gaining your attention and guiding your head back towards hers had you melting in her grasp, submission etched onto your face as she chuckles out slowly at your enamoured and aroused state, her lips gently meeting yours for a passionate kiss to further cement how far gone you were, lust consuming your body entirely. Her lips were addictive, the soft and wanting nature of them making you never want to part from them, her mouth moving against yours in a sinful manner before parting, her lips still brushing yours as she feels you let out a shaky breath at the racing thoughts in your head as to what was happening.

“I think she deserves a reward, don’t you Nat?” Wanda rasps out against you, smirking at the small whine that escaped your lips before moving back slightly, turning her gaze to the other woman, excited to let their plans unfold.

“Fuck, Wanda…” You trail off before Natasha can respond, the pleading tone to your voice simply making both women chuckle at you, pushing you further into a deliriously aroused state as both of them stare at you like they wanted to devour you, the hunger in their eyes setting your body alight.

“Yes Detka?” Wanda teases, letting her thumb trace over your bottom lip, your mouth obediently parting slightly for her, her eyes glistening with dominance and joy at your ever compliant state, your cheeks bright red as you peered up at her, speechless.

“I didn’t realise she was so easy to fluster and tease,” your girlfriend chuckles in response to Natasha’s playful remark, her signature smirk signalling her amusement whilst Wanda softly smiled at your submissive state, entertained by every little reaction you offer her, the way she could hear your mind racing with possibilities, all of them ending rather sinfully.

“She’s just so eager,” Wanda hums out, toying with you purposely as she builds the anticipation inside you, your heart pounding against your chest as you feel her hand caress your hips in that intoxicating manner you adored, her slender fingers tracing along your skin and working your body up. “Isn’t that right?” You nod without hesitation to her words, earning pleased grins from the two women before Wanda continues, her eyes flickering between your eyes and lips briefly, “We just want to give you what we all know you want Detka, is that ok?”

Your lips gently pull into a soft smile at her care, checking in with you when it was obvious as to what your answer was going to be, the fantasy you had been desperate to try so close to happening making your head spin.

“Yes,” You whisper out, being a little bold and turning to look over at Natasha who uncrosses her legs under the water, settling more comfortably in the tub as she waits for you to make the next move.

“Good girl,” Wanda murmurs before stealing a kiss from you, savouring the feeling of your needy state as you cling onto every delicate and sinful brush of her lips, your hand reaching out slowly to her waist to keep her close as you share a passionate kiss in front of the other woman. “Now why don’t you go over to Nat now, hm?” Wanda prompts, pressing a few hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw that burn into your skin pleasantly before her lips ghost the shell of your ear, “Mommy wants to watch you both.”

A moan spills gracefully from your lips at her words, a prominent throb settling between your thighs as you catch her gaze, the sheer amount of desire in her eyes making you clench around nothing as seeing it excite her just as much as it did you made you wetter than you think you’ve ever been.

Her hand gently tapping your ass encourages you to move away from your girlfriend, your eyes searching hers once more to double check it was alright before moving away, your shy and nervous look meeting Natasha’s soft and welcoming one. Slowly, you made your way over to the redhead, the Russian guiding you to straddle her lap, the feeling of her toned body under yours sending warmth throughout you, her hands tentatively going to your waist and letting you adjust to her before doing anything else.

“Don’t worry Dorogaya, I’ll take care of you,” she whispers delicately, easing your nerves as you feel her slightly larger hands caress your skin tenderly, your body relaxing into her touch before quickly looking over your shoulder to check Wanda’s reactions, her eyes glued on the way Natasha’s hands look splayed across your exposed back, fingers dangerously close to the clasp of your bra, filth running through the Sokovian’s mind. “Wanda told me your safe words, don’t be afraid to use them if you need to, your comfort is the priority,” she murmurs as her hands slide up and down your back, fingertips trailing across your skin and causing goosebumps in their trail, the touch sending waves of arousal to between your thighs as you can’t help but imagine how her skilful hands felt elsewhere. “And your pleasure,” she adds teasingly as her body moves so that her face gradually leans closer towards you, a smile spreading across your lips as you await the feeling of her lips, curious as to how they would feel.

The kiss starts off as slow and tentative as you eventually move your arms to rest over her shoulders, sinking into her touch as you explore each other's mouths, lips moving against one another like a slow dance that is gradually overcome by passion, confidence growing within you both. The hesitancy and the awkwardness swiftly fades as you indulge yourself in her lips, noticing all the differences between her and Wanda but welcoming the change, the fact that your girlfriend was watching the messy clash of lips thrilling to you. You noted how Natasha’s lips were plumper, more dominant as she knew exactly what she wanted and the sinful sounds she wanted to rip from the back of your throat, a soft moan escaping you when her hands lowered to your ass, encouraging you to grind against her lap whilst your fingers managed to find her hair, slowly threading through her red silky locks and tugging her head back, needing to feel her intoxicating lips crashing against yours again.

You gasped into the kiss at the sheer intensity of it, your hands tightening their grip in her hair as the way her tongue lewdly slid against yours, dragging sinful sounds out of you as you started to rock your hips against her on your own, a pleasant buzz crashing through you with each desperate roll against her body. Her hands drifted across your body, her nails gently scratching your arms as she trailed along your skin, her fingers soon meeting the base of your neck, a shaky breath escaping you uncontrollably at the overwhelming sense of desire and lust consuming you.

“So sensitive,” she mutters against your lips whilst smirking into the next kiss, her teeth gently biting down on your lower lip and dragging it back before teasingly releasing it, prompting you to chase her addictive lips as her nail scrapes down your burning skin, trailing between the valley of your breasts. At a torturous pace, Natasha slows her hand to purposely build the anticipation within you before gradually lowering it even more, eventually letting her hand sink under the water to your lower abdomen, settling just over the waistband of the fabric covering your lower body as you whine into her mouth, mirth sparkling in her green. “So needy,” she taunts as you roll your hips in a manner that desperately encourages her to lower her hand more, wanting to rock against it and let that sweet feeling of ecstasy cloud your mind.

“Please,” you whimper, letting your eyes flutter open for a moment as you pant against her kiss swollen lips, taking a moment to look over your shoulder once more at Wanda, taken aback by the passion in her green. The intense stare filled with hunger conveyed to you how aroused she was as her eyes reluctantly moved from your hips to your curious and submissive gaze, the look simply further amusing and arousing her as the sight of you rutting against Natasha engraved itself in her mind.

“Fuck,” Natasha husked out, her breath tickling your face as she moved to pepper her kisses along your jaw, your head lolling back to give her access to the skin of your neck as her lips moved against you, feeling the soft vibrations of your gentle moans, a louder one being ripped from the back your throat when you felt her hand cup your core, hips bucking hard against her.

“Nat,” you sigh out, eyes squeezed shut as one of your hands move to cup her jaw, wanting to bring her lips back to yours as you wanted to savour every kiss with her, the sensation and thrill of being watched by Wanda as you made out and got fucked by your friend electric within you.

“Shit, Wanda,” Natasha managed out between the fervent kisses you shared, her finger swiftly sliding your panties to the side and letting her fingers run through your dripping folds, earning a desperate and guttural groan from you as your hand moved to her should for support as you still rolled your hips against the redhead. “I knew she was a slut for you but I didn’t think she was this much of a whore,” Natasha rasps out and instantly earns a whimper, heat immediately flooding to your cheeks and core at the sudden degrading and humiliating words, your hips abruptly bucking against her hand as her finger moves to circle your clit in response.

Your face moves to her neck, desperate to hide your embarrassment from both women as you whine against the Russian’s neck, moaning softly as she continues to circle your clit and have pleasure flowing through you, a spark of euphoria flooding through you when she slides her fingers back through your folds teasingly before effortlessly thrusting her slender digit inside you, filling you up perfectly.

A dominant chuckle meets your ears as Wanda perks up at Natasha’s words, your girlfriend moving in the tub so that it was easier for you to see her, her lust filled eyes gazing at you with a hunger like you’d never seen before from her, eyes raking over you like you were prey caught in a trap.

“She’s always so desperate,” Wanda purrs, eyes drifting to the way Natasha’s forearms flexed slightly with the way she thrusted her fingers in and out of you in a skilful manner, the redhead’s green meeting the other woman’s as she kisses along your jaw, wanting to keep the eye contact as she enjoyed being watched with such a attentiveness. “Isn’t that right Detka?”

A moan falls from your lips at the combination of Natasha sliding another finger into your soaking cunt, curling both of them beautifully inside you to have your vision blurring momentarily with pleasure, and Wanda’s words further sends you into the delirious place of euphoria as your gaze flickered between both stunning women, lost for words. Only once you meet Wanda’s expectant gaze, the dominant glint in her enticing green and the way she tilts her head and raises her brow at you with authority do you remember to answer her, the words spilling from your lips in a pleading tone as pleasure starts to build noticeably in your core.

“Yes Mommy,” you whine out, lips parting to sigh softly as Natasha’s teeth scrape the juncture of your neck, sending a delicious shiver down your spine as your hips continue to rock against her hand, fingers pumping in and out of your at a steady and satisfying pace.

“Good girl,” Wanda hums out, entertained at the way you cling on to the last restraint of self control, pleasure evidently consuming your body at the way your hips move with a little more urgency, moans progressively growing louder as you feel the Russian’s fingers curl at just the right spot. “Do you like it when Mommy whores you out?” Your girlfriend rasps out, a bolt of arousal crashing through her at the way Natasha looks over at her for permission to mark your neck, a subtle nod coming from the Sokovian as she curses under her breath at the sight of someone else marking you, her little slut.

“I- god,” You stammer out, her filthy words igniting another spark of pleasure to crash through you as your orgasm nears, your back arching towards Natasha as her free hand caresses your hips, controlling your frantic pace. When you don’t respond, Natasha speaks up to prompt you to continue behaving, wanting to watch you fall apart in her arms soon and not have to deny you at the moment as you were just so beautiful when flustered and consumed by lust and passion.

“Answer your Mommy’s question, I wouldn’t want to have to stop because you weren’t being a good girl,” She murmurs against your searing skin, a quick sound of protest leaving you at merely the idea of being denied the pleasure you craved to crash through you, another chuckle leaving Wanda at your neediness.

“Yes, Fuck, I love it Mommy,” you rush out, tilting your head to find Natasha’s lips to try and muffle the endless sinful sounds spilling from you, fingers tugging on her red locks as you need to keep her close, panting against her lips as they brush passionately.

“That’s my girl,” she praises softly, entranced by the sight of the two of you momentarily before continuing in tormenting you, deciding to take a little mercy, “Ask Natasha nicely and she might let you come.”

“Please,” you beg without hesitation, tone dripping with desperation and want. “Nat please let me come,” the words fall from your lips pleadingly, the other woman unable to say no as she smirks into the kiss, revelling in your begging state before giving you what you so desperately wanted, her lips meeting yours with a little more tenderness.

“Come for me Dorogaya,” she whispers, “Make a mess all over my fingers.” At her dirty words along with her merciless pace, your body is instantly thrown into your release, ecstasy and pleasure crashing through you entirely as your walls spasm around her digits, both women’s names falling from your lips as you cling onto the redhead, a little overwhelmed at the sheer amount of euphoria coursing through your body as you rock your hips to ride your high out, fingers wrapping around her powerful shoulders.

You savoured the feeling of her fingers buried deep inside you, gradually slowing their pace as you eventually calmed her arms, leaning into her body as she welcomed you into a comforting embrace and let her free hand comfortingly slide up and down your back. The affectionate action of her lips meeting your temple surprised you but you welcomed it non the less whilst you relaxed in Natasha’s arms, letting her listen to every soft pant that left your lips as you tried to recover from your intense orgasm, relishing in the feeling of her strong and comfortable embrace.

“We’re so proud of you Detka,” Wanda murmurs lovingly, letting her fingers move to your cheek gently, brushing over your warm skin tenderly before moving to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, the words partly processing, your mind too focused on the other woman’s soft skin to fully comprehend everything, a small smile growing on your lips as you met those green eyes you fell for.

When you felt ready, you parted from Natasha, giving her one last gentle kiss before making your way over in the hot tub to Wanda, immediately melting into her body as both women continued to murmur soft praise to you, comforting you as you tilted your head upwards tiredly to look at the other woman, the tiresome events of today and your release starting to catch up with you.

“I love you,” Wanda whispers delicately, fingers caressing your cheek as you kiss lovingly, the woman able to taste the glass of wine Natasha had previously on your lips, further engraving the memory of the event in her mind as she couldn’t wait to try it again already, her thoughts staying quiet as she tended to you, your body sinking into her side as you murmur back softly,

“I love you too, thank you for tonight, both of you,” your gaze flicker overs to Natasha to express your thanks for indulging you in your desires, the woman smiling back in appreciation before simply observing you and Wanda, in awe of your dynamic as you somehow relax even more in her presence.

The two women make eye contact as you start to drift off slightly, a comfortable atmosphere brewing around all three of you as they share a knowing look, both of them eager to try this again, wanting to find new ways to toy sinfully with you.