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potentialsandwhich · 1 year

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Fucking the Enemy Part 3

[Pairing: Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader ] (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

->Villain!Reader

AN: I am nothing, if not a whore for Nat. That is all. Thank you.

Summary: She had to get the information out of you. The only question is, what is she willing to do to achieve that goal?

Warnings: 18+, Smut, porn with no plot, strap on, restraints (e.g ropes), sex in exchange for information, daddy kink (let me know if I need to add more)

You had known the Avengers were growing desperate.

"Fuck! She won't tell us anything!"

But you really hadn't expected them to cave in this fast.

"Let me speak with her, Steve."

It must've been your lucky day.

"Only if you let me come with you."

"No, it would be better if it was just me and her. Clear out and let me do my work."

Yeah, it was definitely your lucky day.

"Just don't jump her bone this time, Romanoff."

You tried your best to school your features away from the smirk that threatened the corners of your lips.

"Hello, Agent." You purred as your favorite Avenger opened the door to the interrogation room.

Natasha didn't answer, only glowering over at you in silence.

"It's been a while since we last talked, hasn't it?" You continued anyways, already well acquainted with the Russian's silent treatment by now, "Though, I suppose talk wouldn't be the right word for what we did." You could almost feel the phantom sting of biting nails along your back again, and you let your gaze trailed blatantly down the redhead's form, "Finally came back for more?"

Natasha's eyes burned into you with dark intensity that threatened you with a slow death.

"Fuck off with the games, (Y/N)," She snapped, sharp and abrupt, clear in her impatience, "You're going to start talking, now."

You knew exactly what she wanted, of course: information. Some idiot had planted bombs around New York City and SHIELD needed intel on where they were.

Furrowing your brows, however, you only stared back in mock confusion, "Sorry, but isn't that what we're doing right now? Talking?"

Natasha's arms crossed into a mix of mild annoyance and stern determination as she approached towards you.

Stopping at the table in front, she planted two hands onto the surface, leaning across to glare down at you, "Stop playing dumb. The bombs. Start talking now." She reiterated. There was a silent warning in her tone that challenged you to defy her, and though you could tell she had no weapon on her immediate personnel, you also knew she, herself, was the deadliest weapon in her own right.

Yet, you couldn't help yourself, "And what if I don't?" You baited, sending her a look of indifference that you knew would annoy her.

She was fast.

One second she was a table and then some away from you, the next she was right next to you, fisting a ball of the front of your shirt and pulling you threatingly towards her. The rope binding you to the chair you sat in bit into your skin as your arms lifted against them, "Don't test me, (L/N)." Her face was close, and because of the position she had over you, you were forced to crane your neck up from your restraints to meet her gaze, "I can and I will make you talk."

Her hair shadowed much of her features, hiding them, giving her green eyes an eerie glow that seemed to pierce right through you.

You swallowed hard, discreetly so that she wouldn't notice.

She did anyways.

Reluctantly breaking her gaze, you pulled back from the redhead as best you could, her hold on you iron tight and unrelenting, "You know, I've never been one to enjoy being constrained..." You complained, jostling your restraints lightly to emphasize your point. You ignored the scorching red burns that had already begun to form around your wrists from the rough threads of the rope, "And I don't particularly like being the one in the disadvantage either..." Natasha listened without so much as a flicker of emotion, just a silent demand for you to get to the point.

Glancing down at the ropes currently tying you, you eyed the knots for a breath. Then, moving your gaze back up, you leaned back towards Natasha, getting up into her space like she had done to you just moments before, "But I must say, Tasha," The utterance of such affectionate name elicited just the tinniest peek of surprise from the redhead, "Things are just different with you." Faint confusion flickered behind steely green eyes, "And I would be lying right now if I were to say that I don't find this whole bad cop thing you're doing extremely hot."

The immediate tightening of Natasha's jaw and the utter disbelief that overtook her face had you biting back another smirk, "Tell me what you know." She ordered again, barely containing her frustration now.

Scrunching your nose in distaste, you simply shook your head, "Mmmm, no thanks."

The redhead scoffed and you watched as she let her ill-fated attempt at intimidation slip away to anger, "You're utterly ridiculous!" She dryly exclaimed, shaking her head, "There are bombs out there and you are too busy playing childish games!"

You shrugged without an ounce of care, "Well that's not really my problem though, now is it?" The withering glare the question earned you was threateningly ominous.

"New York City is your home."

Humming, you shrugged off her argument, "I can always find a new one. Crime is a mobile occupation."

The grip on your shirt tightened, "Not if I put you in jail first. Why won't you tell me what you know?!"

You couldn't help the laughs that escaped you, one at her suggestion that she could ever catch you, and another at her painfully stupid question, "Because that's not what I do! I'm one of the bad guys, if you don't remember, Tasha. When have I ever done something unincentivized? That's kind of the whole shtick."

Natasha's eyes flashed in pure frustration and you leaned back in anticipation at what was sure to be her impending explosion, deriving great pleasure in seeing the usually so well composed Black Widow worked up and angry, especially from your own doing. But then, an inexplicable calm took over.

Her jaw slowly loosened up and suddenly Natasha was leaning back from you.

"Okay, so what is it?"

The question was met with silence.

You quirked a brow up, not following.

Natasha searched your face and you returned the favor - two distrusting souls trying to read the other's intention, "What is it you want?" She clarified, pressing her lips into a thin line, "You said that you don't ever do anything unincentivized, so what I'm asking is what do you want for your intel." Slow understanding trickled in. You straightened your back in interest and the redhead noted the change, doubling down her efforts, "What is it you want, (L/N)? Money? Leniency? P-"

"You?"

Whatever Natasha had been planning to say next was lost in her shock, "What?"

You leaned forward as far as you could, closing the space she had placed between you, ignoring the ropes digging into your skin again, "I said, you." You didn't miss the way Natasha suddenly seemed uncertain and had to hide away the satisfaction of knowing that the power had shifted back to your court, "You asked me what I wanted, Tasha. What if I just want you?"

The question hung in the air.

You were kidding about your request - simply mocking the Russian for what she was suggesting: that you could be so easily swayed with empty promises and bribery.

You had expected her to say no.

But to your surprise, Natasha didn't. Instead, she suddenly moved closer, closer than even before.

Slotting a knee between your thighs, the redhead used the leverage of the chair to help her up until she was all but atop you. Her hands moved to cup your face and lift your gaze up, and you felt a shiver run through at the sudden contact.

Soft red hair cascaded over leather cladded shoulders, strands falling past to tickle your cheeks as they swayed in the air. The sudden heat of Natasha body pressed against yours was a startle change to the otherwise cold room.

You swallowed hard at the unexpected action. This time for real. "What are you-"

"Then you can have me."

Her proclamation, spoken in a low, seductive voice, sent an inexplicable streak of arousal through you, right down to your core.

Without being able to stop it, your breath hitched in surprise.

"Huh?"

It was your turn to be shocked now, your single word answer more than evidence enough of how caught off guard you were.

Running a thumb across your bottom lip, Natasha's gently pressed the tip into your mouth, just enough so that she could lightly graze your teeth with her nail, "I said, then.you.can.have.me." She clicked in the same mocking tone you had used on her.

Narrowing your eyes, you stared up at her, a mix of surprise and suspicion interlacing in your gaze, "Are you teasing me right now, Romanoff?" You accused, unsure of how you wanted her to answer.

A small smirk played on the corners of invitingly red lips, "I'm quite serious with my offer, (L/N), if you're serious about yours."

The roaring in your ears overtook your senses, "Is that right?"

Dull, blunt nails dug into your skin in challenge, "Me in exchange for information on the bomb, do we have a deal?"

Meeting Natasha's gaze with lidded eyes, you allowed yourself just a second of ponderance - a flicker of hesitation to save some face and hide your eagerness - but even all of that was in vain, the answer to her question having already been long decided the second it was asked.

"We have a deal."

The moment your lips met Natasha's, all the thoughts in your head went blank.

Maneuvering her body, the redhead pressed into you, pushing the two of you both back - chair and all - away from the table. With the newfound space, she quickly moved to saddle your lap, grinding down hard into you.

And if there was any ounce of self respect you still had left - between the fiery attack of Natasha's lips and the slow rolling of her hips against you - it was gone the second she moaned into the kiss, having just discovered the strap you had been wearing.

Matching her movements, you pressed back into the Russian, making sure she could feel the entire length of the toy.

You felt her physically shiver in anticipation above you.

"Fuck."

Hearing the neediness in that singular word, you were suddenly reminded how restricted your movements still were.

"Natasha." You tried, attempting to draw the redhead's attention to your bounded state.

"Mmm?" She hummed, lost in her own bliss as she continued grinding down, searching for the friction she so needed.

You almost lost your own train of thought, mesmerized by the way she was moving. God, the things this woman does to you.

"Unbind me?" You were able to manage out, your desire to fuck the Russian your way overcoming the competing desire to just watch how desperate and needy she could get by herself.

Half lidded, green eyes met yours, and with just one glance you already knew what she was going to say.

"And why would I do that?"

Pulling away from you, a truly evil smirk spread itself across Natasha's face. And you silently wondered if this was revenge for the similar situation that had happened before.

Keeping unwavering eye contact with you, Natasha began to undress, every inch of exposed skin slowly revealing itself to you. All you could think about was how pretty they’d look if they were covered in your marks instead.

When all that was left was her bra and underwear, the redhead returned closer. Treading her fingers gently through your hair, she tugged harshly with a force that surprised you, the movement jerking and forcing your head up to meet her gaze above you.

"No, I think I like you better like this." She whispered, kissing you with a dominance worthy of her title. "All mine to use."

The presence of her other hand travelling down to the band of your pants suddenly became prominent. You stilled yourself as she got closer to your lower abdomen. Holding just a beat, she lingered, as if daring you to stop her, then without any more hesitation, her hand dipped into your pants and pulled out your strap.

You saw her silent shock at the size as she took it in.

"What's wrong, worried you can't take it?" You mocked, trying to regain control in the situation.

Challenged filled eyes snapped back up to yours, and you knew she was going to make you regret your words, "Watch me."

Her simple response had you barely holding back a groan.

Unable to touch her, you could only watch as the Russian positioned herself over you, shoving her underwear desperately to the side as she aligned herself to your strap.

As Natasha sank down, her moans filling the room at being stretched out, you couldn't do anything but watch with appreciation as each inch disappeared inside her. When she had finally taken it all in, her breathing was ragged and heavy.

"Shit," She cursed in pleasure, "That was a lot more than I had thought." Picking up her hips, she attempted to moved slowly, trying to adjust to the size.

Your eyes found itself entranced to the place where Natasha and you connected, each time the Russian sank down even more arousing than the last. As pleasure finally overcame pain, the speed at which the redhead moved increased until she was shamelessly riding you, each bounce hitting deeper and deeper inside her.

The vulgar sound of how wet she was could have made you cum just then.

Feeling generous, you matched her rhythm, helping her take each thrust better and relishing in the moans that rewarded your efforts. But as the redhead began to get more vocal in her neediness, turning closer to a desperate whine - you began to feel the resolve in you steadily break. The urge to just bend her over the table and take her how you wanted to, vibrating through you in discomfort.

The ropes fell away from your wrist.

"I need more.”

The words shocked you more than your now freed wrist, "What?"

Almost begging with just her eyes, Natasha trembled out a breath, "I need more." She shamelessly repeated.

The sight of the Avenger so willingly surrendering control to you was the only motivation you needed to oblige to her request.

Lifting her up, you pushed Natasha onto the table behind her. Responsively, the redhead wrapped her legs around you. The heat radiating from her skin was evident in every place your fingers touch.

With two hands, you gripped either side of her now bare waist, the leather suit she had been wearing pooling around you. The firm hold of her waist was all that you needed before you began pounding into her, setting a new unrelenting pace that made Natasha throw her head back in bliss.

With each thrust came the accompanying moans of approval from the redhead, the desperation in them growing by the second. Somehow, in the midst of all that was happening, the Russian's bra was unclipped and removed as well, thrown carelessly to the side. The view of watching her breasts bounce with each thrust only motivated you to go faster.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm going to cum." Natasha gasped out between moans, the words seeping with neediness, "Don't stop, please don't stop." She begged.

Stopping being the furthest thing from your mind, you only responded by catching her with a kiss. Even the hungry desire of your kiss, however, was not enough to muffle the desperate moans from Natasha as she neared her inevitable high.

"Look at you. No one else can fuck you like this, can they?" You mocked, moving a hand up from Natasha's waist to turn her face towards you.

Unable to respond verbally, the redhead shook her head vehemently.

"Say it." You pressed, unsatisfied with her response.

Confused green eyes, pupils blown wide with lust met yours.

"Say it." You urged again, drawing your movement to an agonizingly slow speed, "I want to hear it."

Natasha whimpered - something you didn't even know she was capable of, "Say what?"

Her nails dug into your shoulder, biting into the skin, "Say that no one else can fuck you like me. Say that you're mine." You demanded.

Maybe a Natasha in a different state would have objected to your claim. Maybe one whose mind wasn't so fuzzy and unclear.

But it wasn't a different Natasha that was wrapped around you right then. It wasn't a different Natasha that was shaking with desperation in front of you, grinding mindlessly against you in search of friction. It was this Natasha, and at that moment, all the Russian could focus on was how much she needed you to move again - to give her the final push towards her ecstasy.

And so she caved in, letting go of all inhibition and giving in to your request.

"I'm yours. Only yours, daddy."

You weren't entirely sure what part of her words got to you, but her words certainly did: a wave of satisfaction washing through you at once.

Picking up your movement again, you rewarded the redhead, returning back to the pace you knew she needed.

The sudden stimulation was too much, the previous absence of which heightening everything Natasha felt, and it wasn't long before the redhead was throwing her head back again in pleasure: this time with finality as her orgasm shuddered through her entire body.

Helping her, you pulled the Russian closer so that she would not fall in her bliss, feeling her chest heave against yours in an attempt to regain her breathing.

The only regret you had was that you could not stay longer to enjoy the moment; a distant and dull rumbling of the room suddenly becoming noticeable.

Picking up on it as well, Natasha slowly pulled back from you, silent confusion in her still unfocused eyes.

"You had wanted information on the bombs, right?" You asked, pulling away completely as you untangled yourself.

Distrust immediately snapped into the redhead's features, washing away all evidence of her previous state, "Yeah..."

Smiling innocently, you winked as you moved to fix your appearance, "Well, I wouldn't know too much about where the other bombs are," You admitted, your words causing Natasha to straighten up in sudden shock. You could feel your impending doom, "but I can tell you where a few of them are concentrated." You tried to offer.

Tossing her clothes up so that she could get decent, you glanced expectantly at the door behind Natasha.

She turned to follow your gaze.

"Just give me one...two..."

A large shockwave vibrated through the room. Shouting and yelling sounded through the door.

"Three..."

Realization appeared on Natasha's face, "You little shi-"

You didn't have to wait around to hear the rest of her sentence, the wall behind you suddenly crumbling away. Seeing your ride just a few stories below, you took your cue to leave.

"Come back here!" Natasha shouted, peering down as you free fell towards your escape.

You only waved back mockingly.

The last thing you saw was the shocked face of Natasha Romanoff as she undoubtably cursed you and the rest of your bloodline for eternity.

It was okay though.

Because she had admitted it.

The Black Widow had admitted it.

She was yours.

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#natasha romanoff x reader #bottom!natasha #minors do not interact #natasha romanoff smut

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potentialsandwhich · 2 years

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Caught

Pairing: Bottom!Wanda Maximoff x Top!Reader (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

AN: I eeny meeny miny moed between the two wips and landed on this.

Enjoy :)

Summary: Catching Wanda sprawled across your bed, completely naked in your room was a great surprise. Catching her two fingers in and knuckles deep in herself was an even bigger surprise.

But then again, you always did like surprises.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, masturbation, fingering (r giving), teasing, praise, strap(let me know if I need to add more)

You more so heard her than you saw her - the sound of muffled pants and the shifting sheets immediately pricking your ears the second you had opened your door.

It had been dark inside, the blinds and curtains of the room pulled shut so that only the faintest of light illuminated the space, making it hard for you to fully make out the form on your bed. When you finally did, however, you almost had to double check that you were seeing correctly.

"What the-"

Wanda Maximoff was sprawled across your bed, red hair like a mane around her head, eyes screwed shut, completely and utterly naked from what you could see of her - and what you could see of her was... a lot.

It was evident from the crumbled state of the sheets around her that a blanket had been draped across her at one point, probably covering most of her naked skin, but the imagined blanket had longed been removed, exposing every inch of the beautiful woman before you.

Lips parted ever so slightly, Wanda's breathing was heavy, uneven and ragged, as she pleasured herself - too caught up in the bliss of it all to notice your watchful gaze by the room's entrance.

Shock giving way to intense interest, and even mild transfixion, you gently closed the door behind you, locking it with only a soft click before making your way further into your bedroom.

Still, Wanda did not notice you as you approached, her eyes closed shut as her hands did their magic - and goddamn was what you saw magical.

A hand cupping her left breast, the redhead was rolling her erected peak between her forefinger and thumb, eliciting soft whimpers from her plump lips every time she would get the pressure right. Her other hand was busy too, dipped between her silken legs, sinfully thrusting two fingers deep into her wet cunt, making your mouth water ever so slightly at the sight of her juices running down her thighs.

If the sound of her moans alone was enough to drive you crazy, the sight of Wanda's flushed skin and explicit actions were the final nail in the coffin, pushing you to announce your presence - if only because of the growing arousal gathering between your own legs.

But before you could make yourself known, another soft whimper escaped the redhead's lips. Except this time, it wasn't just a whimper of pleasure, but rather a name.

Your name.

"(Y/N)." The Sokovian gasped, breathy and erratic, the efforts of her wrist between her legs picking up, as if the simple utterance of your name had somehow rejuvenated her with renew purpose. You watched in amazement as her fingers sank even deeper inside her.

"Fuck, Wanda. You're going to be the death of me." You groaned under your breath, unable to stop the words from leaving your mouth, watching as the redhead's eyes flew open in an instant - panic and lust intermixing in the blown pupils of the her pleasure hazed eyes.

"(Y/N)!" She exclaimed, in less of a moan this time, but still with a lingering sultriness of her first moan of your name. Her hands froze in their place along her body and her lips pressed into a thin line, as if trying to retract her private outburst moments prior, but her efforts were in vain, "You're back early."

"Hey." You greeted, dropping your voice low, licking your lips for a phantom dryness, "Yeah, I guess I am. The mission was easier than expected." You dwelled in the silence for a bit, just taking in the scene before you, taking in the goddess before you - the tension in the air so thick it felt palpable. A heat grew inside you with each passing second, and you felt your jaw clench ever so slightly, "So, whatcha doing here in my room?"

The question was rhetorical and perhaps a bit sadistic too; the two of you both knowing damn well that you had seen exactly what the Sokovian had been doing, but the satisfying red that rose in Wanda's already flushed cheeks still rewarded you.

"Uhh - I was just..." Her embarrassment was evident in her eyes and the shakiness of her voice.

Moving closer to woman, you stopped at the foot of the bed, watching for her reaction.

Wanda's eyes seemed to darken in what seemed to be anticipation and uncertainty at your next action.

Slowly, you crawled onto the mattress with one knee. Propelling your body forward, you extend an arm towards the headboard of the bed, leaning onto it until you were hovering just slightly over the redhead. The rhythm of her breathing seemed to quicken at the sudden proximity of your face above hers, "Nevermind that." You declared, brushing away your own question. Slowly and carefully, you overlapped a hand over Wanda's, covering the hand that was still dipped between her legs, warmed and wet from its previous activity, "The real question is..." You moved to Wanda's ear, teasing the lobe with a nibble, "...why did you stop?"

You heard Wanda’s breath hitch.

Guiding a single digit of the Sokovian's hand, you used your hand to push one of Wanda's fingers back into her wet pussy, joining it with one of your own.

The feeling of your finger pressed between her fluttering walls and her finger had Wanda moaning loudly into your shoulder, the sound music to your ears. Biting your bottom lips, you tried to hold back your own moan at the feeling of the tightness surrounding your finger. Knowing that she was already well past ready, but maybe still a little eager on your part as well, you wasted no time in guiding another of her own fingers into her heat, joining it, naturally, with another of your own.

Four fingers now in her, Wanda's hip buck up unexpectedly, the stretch burning pleasure through her, exacerbated by the rough swipe you did across her clit with your thumb. She seemed to be inviting you deeper into her. Smiling, you willed her back down, slowing your movements until you were painfully unmoving. Whining in protest, Wanda’s hips fell back to the mattress, choosing to roll against your hand instead in seek of pleasure.

Deciding to give her what she wanted, you picked up the speed, pounding into her, making her keep up the same unrelenting pace your fingers was setting with her hand.

"That's it, good girl. Taking everything so well." You cooed, loving how easily she accepted both of your fingers.

Wanda’s pornographic moan at your words almost made you stop in shock, and it was by the thinnest shred of resolve that you didn’t.

Feeling her walls clenching tighter and tighter around you, you knew she was approaching her release. Using your free thumb, you helped her along, rubbing, small, tight circles around her clit.

Pushing your other hand off the headboard, you moved it to her breast, molding it in your palm. Trailing some open mouth kisses along her neck, you made your way down, your mouth joining your hand on her chest when took her perky nipple into your mouth.

With all the new stimulation, it wasn't long until you felt Wanda’s walls start to tighten around you erratically, her thighs twitching and clamping shut, trapping your hand between them as the first wave of pleasure coursed through her.

Arching up, Wanda pushed herself further into you, subsequently giving you more access to her chest.

You took the opportunity to take more of her.

When she finally started recovering from her high, her thighs relinquishing their hold on your hand, you brought both of your hands up.

Pushing your fingers into her mouth to be cleaned, enjoying the swirl of her tongue around them, you simultaneously took her fingers into your mouth, licking them clean with the same energy she gave you.

The taste of her almost made your eyes roll to the back of you head.

“Take off your clothes.” You suddenly heard, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Peering back down at the redhead beneath you, you only raised a brow in amusement.

“You had a whole orgasm, and you just now notice that I’m still clothed?” You teased, smile pulling on your lips.

Wanda leaned up to kiss you then, stopping you from continuing your teasing. Her tongue hungrily entered your mouth and you let her.

“Shut up.” She muttered against your lips, starting to pull on you clothes.

You understood her intentions well enough.

But suddenly, a new idea popped in your head.

Promptly pulling away from Wanda and getting off the bed, you ignore the protest of the Sokovian as you did so.

“Wait, wait, don’t be so impatient.” You chuckled, starting to dig through your drawers - finding what you wanted.

Showing Wanda what you found, her eyes darkened with lust again. And with a wave of her hand, you were suddenly pulled towards her, onto the bed, clothes gone in an instant.

You grinned in amusement at the eager woman and her magic, “My god, you are needy today.” You mused, using a hand to run your fingers through Wanda’s hair.

For her part, Wanda chose to not answer to your jab, instead working on helping you with the harness you had brought.

You jerked when it rubbed against a sensitive part of your core.

She looked up at you with blown pupils when everything was finally set. The sight of desperation in her eyes made you gulp.

Pushing you down into the bed, Wanda promptly climbed atop you, auburn hair cascading over her face. Steadying her, you placed a hand on either side of her hips, enjoying the sight of the woman above you line up the strap to her entrance.

Watching the Sokovian slowly sink down onto you, the plastic cock disappearing into her as her back arched and her head threw back in pleasure, a sudden fleeting thought passed your mind.

Wanda had mind reading powers, the kind that could detect an approaching figure from miles away. So how had she not noticed that you had arrive back earlier?

Hands planting atop your chest, Wanda angled herself, moaning when you snapped your hip up, driving the strap deeper into a new part of her.

No, what were the chances?

“You’re distracted.” The Sokovian husked, eyes lidded and heavy with pleasure as she rode you.

Had Wanda let you catch her in the act on purpose?

The feeling of Wanda’s lips were suddenly on yours, hot and insistent. Swiping your tongue against her bottom lip, you asked the permission.

You were so sure you had caught Wanda, but maybe she had caught you.

Tongue slipping into her mouth, barely able to hold in your moan, you snapped your hip up again, meeting one of Wanda’s bounce, muffling a cry from woman above when it connected perfectly.

Honestly, you didn’t really care either way.

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#minors do not interact #wanda maximoff x reader #bottom!wanda #wanda maximoff smut

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potentialsandwhich · 2 years

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Heads up! I’ll be posting the Wanda fic tonight ;)

heyyy! I just wanted to pop in and say I enjoy your blog a lot! Top!Reader is hard to find sometimes so I'm so happy to have found your account. Two questions: 1) do you have any stories in the works you could possibly give us a hint about and 2) do you have a reblog sideblog or know any top!reader rec sideblog you could suggest? <333

Heyyy 👋!

Sorry for not seeing this sooner.

I’m so glad you found my account and appreciate your kindness. Unfortunately I do not know any accounts that solely reblogs top!readers smuts, but I will be on the lookout for one just for you. (I’ll also start reblogging more smut once I have time to read them again)

As for wips, I do have two that are currently being actively worked on.

1) Part 4 of Fucking The Enemy (NatashaxReader): She's done it. She's finally caught you. Or has she?

Whoever said to never mix business with pleasure obviously hasn't experienced the right kind of pleasure.

2) Caught (WandaxReader): Catching Wanda sprawled across your bed, completely naked in your room was a great surprise. Catching her two fingers in and knuckles deep in herself was an even bigger surprise.

But then again, you always did like surprises.

(I have no idea when either will be out, but hopefully soon)

#wip update

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potentialsandwhich · 2 years

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You don't have to answer this, of course, but I just saw your author's note saying that you have two writing blogs. Is there a specific reason why you choose to keep your content separate? btw, i love your work

Thank you for reading my work! I'm truly grateful.

To answer your question, the main reason why I keep my content separate is because of the audience. On my main, I tend to keep things more PG and safe for minors to consume, while on this one, well... it's only 18 +.

Personally, I prefer this level of organization.

Another big reason, though still kind of relating back to audience, is the anon hate. I'm not sure if it's just something I'm incorrectly connecting, but it seems like writers that write smut are 10x more likely to receive hate then sfw blogs. I mean just look at fantastic writers like @rebeliz777 or @didujustcallmedumb who have been getting so much hate. It's awful!

#please guys #lets be kinder #it horrible to see so many creators get such hurtful hate

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potentialsandwhich · 2 years

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out !!

This was such sweet thing to open up Tumblr to! Thank you, kind anon <3

#what a lovely feeling

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potentialsandwhich · 2 years

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Taste

Pairing: PowerBottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

+ sorority!Nat and minor sorority!Wanda

Summary: Playing Spin the Bottle seemed like a good idea at that time. Who knew Natasha would get so possessive?

Warnings: 18+, Smut, jealous Nat, fingering, oral, bathroom sex (let me know if I need to add more)

The rules of the game were simple.

1) You spin the bottle

2) The bottle lands on someone in the circle

3) You kiss that person

Those were the rules.

You hadn't made them up. You had no control over them.

Yet, as the bottle you had spun just moments before began slowing itself down to a stop, you felt the penetrating intensity of Natasha's glare on you increase tenfold.

Thor...still spinning.

Carol...still spinning.

Tony...still spinning.

Wanda...

...the bottle stopped

"WoOoOoO! Looks like the bottle of fate has landed on Wanda!" Tony loudly decreed, his drunken state making his words slur thickly together, "You know what that means..." You looked up to see a stoic Natasha staring at you.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!" Tony began chanting by himself.

Natasha clenched her jaw together tightly.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!" The rest of the group started joining in with Tony.

You swallowed hard as challenge rose in Natasha's green eyes.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" All of sorority girls around you began as well.

Wanda slowly crawled her way over to you from her spot across the circle, shy smile playing on her lips, "I guess the bottle has spoken." She playfully teased, soft fingers reaching for your cheek. Gently, but purposefully, she guided your gaze away from Natasha, "And the people have too." Her thumb ghosted over your bottom lip, making the goosebumps on your arms instantly rise, "So what do you say, (Y/N), let's give them what they want?"

Your mind raced in thought.

You did want kiss Wanda … but Natasha was going to kill you.

But then again it was just the rules of the game … but Natasha would still kill you.

To be fair it hadn't even been your idea to join in the first place … but Natasha was still going to kil-

Wanda's soft lips pressed onto yours.

All the worries dissapeared from your mind.

Sensing your compliance, Wanda moved a hand to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer and deepening the kiss. Her tongue swiped against the bottom of your lips, asking for permission, and you eagerly obliged. Losing yourself in the rush, your hands instinctively moved to her waist and the brunette took it as a sign to properly saddle your lap.

The distant sounds of your friends screaming in the background was muffled in the heat of the moment.

Wanda tasted like strawberries and cream.

Suddenly, a tug on your collar pulled you abruptly away.

"Let's go." Someone demanded from above you.

You looked up in a daze, sight fuzzily landing on a very pissed off Natasha towering over you.

"I-"

"Let's go." The redhead repeated, lips pursed in absolute command.

Wanda scoffed aloud from in front of you, "Come on, Nat, it was just a game. No need to get so possessive."

Natasha's stone cold eyes flicked over to her second in command, and if looks could kill... "Thank you, Wanda, for that unasked for input. Now watch me pretend to care." The bite in her words were something to behold. Gaze settling back onto you, Natasha raised her brows expectantly, almost in surprise at you still on the ground, "Come on!" She urged, more insistently than before.

Deciding that an angry Natasha was easier to deal with one on one than in a group setting, you moved to stand up, "Alright. Alright."

Wanda rolled her eyes exasperatedly, shifting off of you, "She never shares." The Sokovian muttered under her breath.

Not hearing what Wanda had said, you quickly got to your feet, and the second you did so, Natasha started pulling you away.

"Ouch, Tasha, you could loosen your hold a little." You protested as the Russian dragged you through the crowds of people at the party.

A happy Pietro spotted you from the drinks table, "Hey, (Y/N)! Whatcha do-" The man quickly trailed off upon seeing the furious Natasha, "Nevermind. You look busy." He finished, practically running away from the glowering redhead.

"Look what you're doing, you're scaring away all the guest!" You reprimanded, trying to lighten the mood up a little.

Natasha's face remained unchanged.

Reaching a room at the end of the hallway, she roughly pushed you inside.

The bright lights of the Xi Kappa bathroom greeted you, "Umm, what are we doing here Na-"

Natasha's lips smashed onto yours.

Reacting quickly from the shock, you returned the kiss.

Unlike Wanda's slow and gentle one from before, Natasha's kiss was infinitely more domineering. She was confident in her actions, easily coaxing your mouth open and slipping her tongue in, exploring every inch as if claiming it as her own. Her nails dug into your neck as she held you close.

Then, just as suddenly as she had started, she pulled away, "Ugh." She groaned in disgust.

You frowned at her reaction, trying not to get offended at her discontent, "Ouch?"

Piercing green eyes met yours, "You taste like her." She spat out, words dripping with venom. You furrowed your brows in confusion, not following, "You taste like her - Wanda." She clarified, dissatisfaction written all over her face.

Blinking in shock, you remained silent.

A dark look passed over Natasha's, "You shouldn't have kissed her, (Y/N)."

You tried to study her face, watching her every reaction, "I'm sorry?"

Natasha studied you right back, eyes not leaving yours, "Are you really?" She challenged, pupils wide and blown under the intense light of the room.

You suddenly realized that anger may not have been the only thing the redhead was feeling at that moment. Having seen this side of Natasha before, you immediately knew what she wanted - what she needed. Moving her to the bathroom sink, you guided her atop the counter.

"Yeah, I am." You insisted.

Luckily for you, Natasha chose to wore an easily accessible outfit to the party today- the short plaid skirt she had chosen perfectly open for your ministrations. Running your hands up the soft flesh of her legs, you stared intently back at the redhead, massaging the inner of her thighs. Reaching the apex, you let one of your hands travel to her clothed core, running a knuckle against her panties. Pressing upward and into her clit, you felt the fabric start to dampen.

"I'm sorry for kissing her." You whispered, leaning into the redhead. Latching onto her neck, you sucked harshly, biting down ever so slightly. A soft moan rewarded you. At the same time, your knuckles pressed harder onto Natasha's heats, increasing the pressure on her core.

Her underwear quickly became soaked.

"You know you're the only one for me, right?" You continued, kissing down Natasha's neck and onto her shoulders. Leaning back, she gave your more access to her chest. With one free hand you slid up her shirt, palming her through her bra. With the other, you pushed aside the thin fabric of her panties and entered a long finger inside, quickly thrusting in and out without a warning. With each thrust, your palmed grazed the redhead's already enlarged clit.

"Oh, fuck." Natasha moaned, bucking her hips into you.

"The only one for me." You repeated, lost in the feeling of her tightening around you.

The redhead’s eyes had lost some of their own intensity and began becoming fuzzy. You took her reaction as an motivator, pushing another finger into her needy hole. The feeling of her stretching against you made you hum in intense satisfaction, especially when the inside of her walls fluttered at the intrusion as well.

Grinding in time to your wrist, the redhead met your every thrust.

Her bra now pushed up to reveal her perky breast, you leaned down to take one in your mouth. Sucking lightly, you increased the speed of your movements into her, using your thumb to circle her clit as well.

"God, you're so beautiful." You praised, watching red blossom on her cheeks, "Especially when you look like this. How could I want anyone else?”

A small shake started trembling through Natasha, and you knew she was getting close. Increasing your speed, you scissored your fingers into her, curling up in just the right places.

Pornographic moans filled your ears and you wondered if people could hear her from outside the door.

“Right there, yes, please- ” The Russian moaned, encouraging you on, telling you to go faster. Harder.

Her movements grew more and more sloppy with each passing minute until, without any warning, Natasha’s head threw itself back and the first wave of orgasm ripped through her entire body.

You watched in amazement at the beauty in front of you came undone.

"Lay down." Natasha breathlessly said between gasps as she began to recover from her high.

Pulling your fingers out, you tilted your head in question at the sudden instruction.

Natasha straightened her back and tried to recompose herself, "Lay down." She said again, patiently waiting for you to understand.

Still you didn't.

The hardness returned into Natasha's eyes, "Lay down." She repeated, and you gulped at the return of bossy Natasha.

Hesitantly, you obliged, settling down onto the floor. Simply watching you for a moment, the redhead bit down on her lips seductively, as if in thought. Then, jumping off the bathroom sink, she moved to hover above your face.

Your eyes widened in immediate realization.

"You can say all the pretty words you want, (Y/N), but I think your mouth has some better uses." The purr in her voice and the sight of her exposed pussy right above you made your mouth water hungrily, "You say you're sorry, but I'm still not fully convince.” The glint in her eyes was so damning.

Licking your lips you grinned up at the woman. Her subtle smile back was all that you needed before you hooked your hands around her thighs and lowered her the rest of the way down onto you.

Flattening your tongue out, you ran it along her slit, slowly and purposefully, moaning at the first taste of the Russian. Using your hands to hold her open, you kissed her folds, testing her entrance carefully with the tip of your tongue.

She was so addicting, and you wanted nothing more than to take your time with the fest before you.

Natasha, though, seemed to have already gotten enough of you being in control from the first round. And as if she could sense your ill intentions, tangled her hands into your hair, and jerked your teasing to a stop.

From above you, she frowned disapprovingly down at you, “Enough with the teasing already. Maybe instead of having you prove your loyalty to me, I should just remind of why you should stay loyal myself.”

Oh. Oh.

You might just find that prospect even hotter than taking your time with her.

Not really waiting for an answer anyways, Natasha began rolling her hips, setting a steady rhythm as she started riding your face. Accommodating her movements you maneuvered your tongue skillfully, making sure your lapped up all of her juices as she moved.

“I’ll show you who this mouth belongs to.” She moaned from above you, guiding your mouth to where she wanted.

With Natasha taking the lead, your hands were free to hold firmly onto her waist, gripping it for leverage as she began to get rougher with her riding.

Your nose hitting her clit with each roll and her pussy still sensitive from her first orgasm, it didn’t take long before Natasha came undone again, your name falling off her lips like a prayer.

A loud knock sounded at the door.

“Would you two stop fucking in there? Some of us actually need the bathroom for it’s intended use!” Someone shouted from outside.

There was a clamor of agreement as well.

Chuckling from under Natasha, you realized that the two of you may have overstayed your welcome in bathroom, “We should probably continue the rest of this in our room.” You advised, letting Natasha up from your face.

By the look on the redhead’s face, it would seem that she wasn’t done for the night either, “Let’s go to my room this time, then, it’s closer.” She suggested, fixing her skirt, but choosing to not put back on her panties.

You nodded in agreement, getting off the floor as well. Cleaning up yourself a bit, you smoothed out your appearance to make it less obvious that you just had sex on the floor of a bathroom.

Natasha only watched with amusement.

“Hey,” She suddenly started, making you look over to her in answer. Leaning in, she captured your lips into a heated kiss, “That’s better.” She announced with satisfaction when she finally pulled away.

You quirked a brow in question, “What?”

Smiling, Natasha swung opened the bathroom door, tongue swiping over her bottom lip mischievously, “Oh nothing, it’s just now, you taste like me.”

---- AN: Just a random question, what are our thoughts on a potential wandanat smut? I was playing around with the idea earlier.

#natasha romanoff x reader #bottom!natasha #minors do not interact #natasha romanoff smut #powerbottom!natasha

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Wait, in what order do I read the fucking the enemy series? Or does it not matter?

Ummm you could read it in release order (honestly I would read it in this order, but I don't think it changes much either way)

1. Fucking the Enemy

2. Prequel

3. Reaction (not smut, but it was a fun little blurb)

Or in Chronological Order (it's just 2 and 1 switched)

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Also, I'll take this time to say I will post the powerbottom!sorority!nat request this week. prob on the 24 (christmas eve, maybe I should also write a christmas smut too)

#natasha romanoff x reader #bottom!natasha #minors do not interact #natasha romanoff smut

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Yes Ma'am

Pairing: PowerBottom!Wanda Maximoff x Top!Reader ; minor Bottom!Natasha x Top!Reader (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

->Milf!Wanda

AN: Milf!Wanda won, but not to worry, Sorority!Natasha is coming soon-ish.

I am so down bad for Wanda. And Natasha too apparently as I accidentally added her to this fic as well.

Summary: All your fantasies about fucking your hot next door neighbor was just that: fantasies. But when Ms. Maximoff unexpectedly invites you over to her house one night, you learn that even the best fantasies can't compare to the real thing.

Warnings (or blessings): 18+, Smut, porn with no plot, oral (r giving), fingering, strap, hints of possessiveness, sprinkle of praise kink, mommy kink (can you really have a milf fic without it)

(let me know if I need to add more)

Moans echoed off the walls of your bedroom, firm hands on your chest pushing you down into the sheets of your mattress as the woman atop you bounced faster and faster in search of her high.

A thin sheen of sweat covered Wanda's face, rose tinting her face and neck as her breathing became more erratic. You tried to push yourself up, wanting to touch the goddess atop you, forgetting about the hands holding you down, and only managed to get up an inch before being roughly pushed back down into the mattress.

Startling green eyes bore down at you in seconds.

The orders in them were clear.

Stay down. Don't touch.

You quickly nodded in understanding.

Seemingly pleased with your easy obedience, the woman leaned down to reward you, never stopping her movements near your waist, and met your lips with a bruising kiss.

The door bell rang in the distance.

Her tongue entered your mouth without much resistance.

The door bell rang in the distance.

Her hold loosened on you and you leaned up to kiss her harder.

The door bell rang in the distance.

She moaned into your mouth.

The door bell-

Your eyes shot open.

Ding. Ding.

You turned to the clock by your bed.

2:34 P.M

Ding. Ding.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." You cursed, practically jumping out of bed.

Ding. Ding.

"Coming!" You shouted, running down the stairs.

DING. DING.

The mirror in the hallway caught your attention as you ran past it. Seeing that your hair was wild, you took to quickly fixing it. The door continuing ringing annoyingly in the back, reminding you to hurry.

Deeming yourself presentable, or at least more presentable than before, you swung open your door.

Two boys stood on the entrance.

"Hello." You greeted it, gasping for breath.

"Hello Ms. (Y/N)!" They both chorused.

Tommy smiled widely at your appearance, "Wow, Ms. (Y/N), you look like you went through a tornado. Why is your face so red and your hair so messy?"

Billy elbowed his brother in the side, "You can't say stuff like that Tommy!" He objected, "And if anything, it looks more like she went through a hurricane."

You frowned at the brutal honesty of children, "Ignoring the state of my appearance, why don't you boys come on in. I have snacks ready for you in the dining room. And if anyone needs help with homework, I got that too!" You tried to segue before your feelings got hurt more.

The two boys came running into your house.

You were pretty sure that they had stopped hearing you after the word snacks.

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A few hours later, the doorbell rang again.

This time though, only one ring rang out.

Dusting off your hands, you left the boys in your dining room and made your way to the living room to answer the door.

"Hi, (Y/N)! Thank you so much for watching the boys!" A woman greeted as you opened the door.

Your eyes widened at the sight of your neighbor.

"Oh, hey Wan-er Ms. Maximoff." You coughed out, startled by the sight of her. Usually, it was Vision who picked up the boys.

"Are you okay?" She asked in concern, reaching out to you as you started choking on the Cheetos you had been eating just seconds prior.

"Moooommmmm!" Two collective voices shouted from behind you.

"Boys!" Wanda laughed, pulling away from you as Tommy and Billy jumped atop her, catching them in her arms.

"I thought dad was suppose to be picking us up today?" Tommy asked with childlike innocence.

Wanda smile faltered a bit at the mention of her ex- husband, "He's running a little late from work tonight, so I came to get you two instead." She answered. You could tell there was more to the story.

"Why don't you come in for a while, Ms. Maximoff?" You offered, hoping to change the conversation.

Billy and Tommy nodded their enthusiastically. "Yes, come on in mom! (Y/N) was just showing us how to sound out words!"

"Oh, I don't know, we really can't impose on her-" Wanda began, but didn't have much of a choice as her sons were already dragging her into your house.

You sent her a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about it, Ms. Maximoff you are not imposing at all. It would be my pleasure to have you in my home."

"Please, call me Wanda." The Sokovian insisted as her boys continued dragging her away.

"Oh! Sure, ummm... Wanda." You tried out, liking the way her name sat on your tongue. An interesting look passed over Wanda's eyes as you said her name, and the redhead's gaze met yours for a second that was enough to send a small shiver right down to your core.

Stop. Not in front of the children.

Shaking away the dirty thoughts that had bubbled up in just that short interaction, you closed your front door with a slow sigh.

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Fingers working quickly under the cover of your bed, you gently sucked on the skin of the woman above you.

"Right there. Yes!" She moaned in approval, clenching around your fingers greedily.

Ring. Ring.

Your phone buzzed from it's spot on your dresser. Ignoring it, you continued the ministration of you left hands, using your free one to grope a breast.

Ring. Ring.

"You didn't turn off your phone?" Grumbled Natasha disapprovingly as she felt the coil inside her tighten.

You smiled up sheepishly, "Guess not, my bad."

Ring. Ring.

"Do you want to answer it?" She offered, pushing herself up onto her elbows, allowing her reach of your phone if needed.

You leaned in to kiss her passionately, "Sure, just let me finish you off first."

She hummed into your lips, taking the bottom between her teeth, "But what if you miss the call?"

"I won't." You husked out, and with renewed energy, increased the movement of your fingers.

Lust filled green eyes playfully glinted at you, "Always so cocky aren't you?"

Licking your lips, you smiled widely, "It's not cockiness. I just know my skills."

Natasha opened her mouth to retort something back, but you didn't let her, instead curling your fingers expectedly into her g-spot.

Her words got lost in her pleasure.

Letting the Russian ride out her orgasm, you picked up the still ringing phone with your free hand.

"Hello?"

The voice on the other side almost made you drop your device, "Oh, hi, (Y/N). This is Wanda. I wasn't sure if you were going to answer. I'm sorry for calling you so late, but there's a bit of trouble. Could you come over to lend a hand?"

Natasha was breathing heavily beside you, recovering from her orgasm. "Who is it?" She silently mouthed as her breathing evened out.

"Neighbor." You mouthed back, nodding to the window where Wanda's house could be seen. The Russian nodded in understanding.

"Sure, I can come over. How soon do you need me?" You asked back into the phone.

"As soon as possible, if that's okay. It's urgent."

Natasha saw the hesitance in your eyes, "You should go." She whispered.

You raised your brows for confirmation, "You sure?"

The Russian took your fingers out of her and brought them to her lips, tongue swirling around them as she nodded.

You watched in marvel at her actions, almost forgetting to reply to Wanda.

"(Y/N)...?" The Sokovian called through the phone.

"Oh yes. I'll be right over!" You answered flustered. Natasha bit back a laugh.

Hanging up, you went to fix your appearance a bit.

"Sooo, your neighbor - Wanda, right? The hot milf you've been drooling over?" Natasha asked as you moved to your closet to get a new shirt. "Why's she inviting you over this late?" A gasp escaped the Russian's lips, "Don't tell me you finally got into her pants!"

Rolling your eyes, you peeked out from inside your closet, "First of all, I have not been drooling over her."

"Riiiggght, so that's not a lady boner that I see every time her name comes up?"

You quirked a brow, "Lady boner?"

"Pitch perfect." She explained. "Yelena's friend Kate made me watch it with them a few days ago. But you're deflecting. Wanda. Hot. You. Horny for her. Yes?"

You didn't give her an answer, "I'm leaving now."

"If I were any one else I would be offended that you would leave me so fast after fucking me, but since you're chasing your milf, I will allow this!" She called out.

"Fuck you!" You shouted.

"You already did that." She laughed back.

Cursing your choice of friends, albeit special kind of friend, you made your way over to the Maximoff residence, crossing over your yard to do so.

As you got closer to the front door, though, the reality of your situation began settling onto you.

You were going over to Wanda's house. Late at night. Where it was just going to be you and her.

Fuck. Did you look good? Why didn't you ask Natasha that before leaving?

Standing outside the door, you hesitated to knock.

The door swung open without you needing to.

"Hey, (Y/N). Come on in." Wanda greeted with a warm smile, like she had been expecting you. Which, you suppose, she probably had.

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight of her.

Dressed in what had to be the filmiest nightgown you had ever seen, Wanda's figure was barely concealed in the silken clothing (if you could even call it that) that she was wearing. You tried, and failed, to stop yourself from glancing down at her ample breasts that were all but exposed in the dress.

"Uhhhhh....yes." You muttered intelligently.

Wanda didn't seem to notice your utter lack of braincells due to her appearance and instead grabbed your hands, pulling you in. As she turned around to walk, her nightgown rose along her thighs and your eyes zeroed in on her ass.

"Thank you so much for coming over." She was saying, leading you into her house. Her hands stayed in yours.

You recovered enough of your senses to manage a reply, "Yeah, of course. Anything for you."

"Anything, huh?" She repeated, and you could hear the smirk in her voice.

"Oh... you know, like figuratively, of course. Like any good neighbor would be." You tried to recover, failing miserably, "So...ummm...what's the trouble around here?"

The two of you stopped moving as you entered the kitchen. You tried to glance around to see what she may have needed aid with.

"Well, it's not so much of a what as it is a who..."

Your brows furrowed, not following, "Sorry?"

Wanda slowly turned around, her intense green eyes meeting yours. Like always, you felt something deep inside you stir at the simple eye contact. You noticed that her pupils seemed to be more blown than usual, "You smell like sex, you know?" She asked, taking you by surprise.

You felt your eyes widen at the topic, "I- what?"

Wanda took a step towards you, head tilting, "You had someone over tonight didn't you? In your home? In your bed?"

Your throat felt dry all of the sudden, "I'm sorry, Ms. Maximoff, umm, Wanda, but what does that have to do with-"

"Now, why would you do that?" She continued, ignoring your interruption. "Were the fantasies of me no longer enough?" Your eyes somehow widen further, "Oh! Did you think I couldn't see how you look at me? How you would get all frozen and tongue tied when I'm around?" Wanda had been steadily approaching as she spoke and was really close now, close enough for you too count the individual lashes on her eyes. "Did you think I wouldn't know about all those fantasies you've had?" Her eye seemed to shine a dull red, but that may have been a trick of the light, "And there was certainly so many..."

Your mind was going completely haywire.

Was this happening right now? Was this is real?

"You should've known better, (Y/N)," She reprimanded, "Than to invite someone else over."

Were you dreaming?

Discreetly you dug your nails into the palm of your hands.

Ow. No, you weren't.

"But I suppose, in a way, it's my fault. I should've made my move sooner." Wanda raised a hand to your cheek, cupping it. Your skin felt like it was lighting up from just her touch. Slowly, she leaned in until her lips was hovering just over yours, "But don't worry, I won't make the mistake any longer, detka," The usage of the pet name went straight to your core. And with that, Wanda's lips touched yours and your brain stopped working entirely.

Tongue sliding into your mouth, it seemed to explore every inch of you. There was very little you could do to hold back a moan. Your hands went to Wanda's waist and pulled her closer to you, digging into the skimpy nightgown of hers. The two of you fumbled around a bit until you had her pressed against the kitchen counter.

"You're mine, you understand?" Wanda asked between kisses. You nodded eagerly, wanting more of her, "Good, then prove it." She ordered as she pulled back from you, much to your protest. But the redhead ignored your whining. Hands traveling up your face, they went to the top of your head where they started pushing you down to the floor and onto your knees.

It took you only a second to understand her intentions.

Catching on, you slid your hands down from her waist to her thighs, quickly hitching up the thin nightgown she called clothes.

The sight of her bare cunt made your eyes widen.

"You were...?"

Wanda laughed at your shock, "You were staring at my ass for that long and still didn't notice that I was bare underneath?"

You shook your head at the question, originally planning to verbally answer, but your eyes became transfixed on the wetness that was already dripping down Wanda's legs.

The only thought in your head soon became reserved for the question of how she would taste.

Not wanting to wait any longer for the answer, you hooked a hand around one of her knees and threw a leg over your shoulder, giving you a clearer access to her pussy. Immediately, your lips attached to her clit.

Wanda's breath hitched at the sudden contact, and her hands tangled itself into your hair.

You hungrily delved into her, alternating between lapping her folds and circling her nub. One of your hands went to keep her stable as you pressed your face into her core, and the other squeezed her ass purposefully. Wanda all but grinded her pussy onto you.

"Hmmm, that's it, good girl." She moaned, encouraging you as ate her out, and the little praise had you pressing your own legs together, where you were suddenly reminded that you were still packing from your night earlier with Natasha, before you had been interrupted. Like she could read your mind, Wanda's grip in your hair tightened, and she tilted your head away from her cunt and up to her face to look at her. Your nose brushed against her clit, and she bit her bottom lip to muffle a moan, "Please tell me that's what I think it is." She advised, referring to your strap.

You saw the excitement in her eyes and wanted nothing more than to please, "Yes, ma'am."

A smile spread across Wanda's face, whether from your usage of ma'am or the confirmation of your heat, you wouldn't know.

Leaning down, she captured your lips into a bruising kiss that had your head spinning once again. Maneuvering herself carefully, she got you completely to the floor, straddling your lap.

Her hands went to your thigh where she rubbed the strap between your legs. Her hips instinctively bucked in anticipation.

"You haven't use this on anyone tonight, right?" She asked, stroking the strap through your pants.

You shook your head no.

Nodding in approval, she moved to released the cock, pulling your pants down. The sheer size of the strap made the excitement in Wanda's eyes grow brighter.

Two hands on her waist, you helped the redhead as she aligned the cock to her entrance. The head was so large you questioned whether it would fit, but Wanda didn't seem to have the same worries.

The way she sank down onto your strap had both of your groaning in appreciation.

From your position, you had the perfect view of Wanda as she started riding you, especially when it came to her chest. Her breasts, long been freed from her night gown, jiggled in the air with each thrust, and it only seemed natural for you to lean towards them.

But Wanda, however, seemed to disagree.

"No. No touching." She ordered. You furrowed your brows in confusion. Wanda continued riding you, "Or did you already forget that you're still in trouble."

"What?!" You tried protesting, moving your hands up her side, "But momm-" You clamped your mouth shut immediately.

The lust in Wanda's eyes unexpectedly grew at your accidental outburst, though, and to your surprise, you felt her legs tightened around you, "What was that?"

Your embarrassment quickly gave way to an idea of how to get what you wanted, "Mommy, please, let me touch." You begged.

The result was almost instant. Wanda got noticeably wetter at your plead and you barely held back a victorious smile at your effects over her.

For a moment, you thought that maybe you had won in convincing her, but then red wisps suddenly wrapped around your wrists and pinned your hands above your head.

"Oh, detka. You should stop being so loud with your thoughts." The Sokovian purred. You didn't really understand what she meant. "No touching." She repeated, eyes hardening, "Understand?"

You weren't sure what was happening or what the red wisps around you were, but for some reason, you also didn't really care, "Yes, ma'am." You answered.

Wanda smiled and leaned down to kiss you, "Good girl. Now how about you give me an orgasm first, and then maybe mommy will let you touch her."

#wanda maximoff x reader #powerbottom!wanda #bottom!wanda #wanda maximoff smut #minors do not interact #natasha romanoff x reader

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potentialsandwhich · 2 years

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Hi guys! Tumblr finally un-shadowbanned me, so my tags are showing up under the tags again (i think).

For the next fic, I have two potential requests and to prioritize and get something out soon, I will focus on one this week.

Which one would you guys want first (I will write both, eventually)?

1) Powerbottom!Sorority!Natasha

2) Powerbottom!Milf!Wanda

Yes, they are both powerbottom! requests. No complaints from me though.

Let me know which one you guys would prefer first. TY!

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff smut #marvel fanfiction

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potentialsandwhich · 2 years

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Part 3 to “fucking the enemy” when the team actually sees her sleeping but naked then obviously understanding what happened, and her trying to explain herself. If you want to ofc

I gotchu, hopefully this is what you wanted.

Also, Tumblr is really shadowbanning me. My posts and account are not showing up under any of the tags :(

Are there such things as crack fics? Because if so, this is a crack fic.

Warning/s: References to sex, but nothing explicit

Previous Parts: [Prequel],[ Fucking The Enemy] <-Both of These ARE 18+

This is PART 2

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Natasha messed up.

"OhHhHh, please tell me you are seeing this."

She messed up big.

"Tony, stop." Reprimanded Steve from his place beside the brunette.

Pulling up the sheets draped across her front, Natasha shrank into the mattress beneath her, hoping to disappear as her team mates all stared into her soul, something she would've normally never done if not for the incriminating circumstances of her current situation.

"Stop? Oh, come on! This is gold, Rogers, no, better than gold." Tony chuckled with excited eyes.

There came a sigh from the Avengers' Captain. Looking extremely tired, Steve turned his weary attention away from Tony and onto the Russian still naked on the hotel bed.

"Natash-"

"I can explain!" The assassin blurted out before Steve could finish, hands reaching out defensively, almost causing the sheets around her chest to fall down.

A wicked grin spread across Tony's face, "Yeah? This should be good."

Shooting the billionaire a pointed glare to stay quiet, Steve nodded at Natasha to continue.

The full attention of her team back onto her, the Russian cleared her throat nervously, "Well-you see-it started when you gave me the file on a new top priority-"

"Damn, that long ago? You've been secretly sleeping with our number one enemy behind our backs for that long?!" Tony interrupted. Wanda used her magic to slap Tony across the back of his head.

"No! I just meant that's where the story starts. I didn't-" Natasha turned to meet Steve's glance, "I didn't sleep with her then." She clarified.

Steve slowly nodded in acknowledgement.

"My relationship with her was strictly professional in the beginning. She was the target, and I was meant to bring her in, and I knew that, and that's what I did for a year. Back and forth, and back and forth, I would gather intel and go after her, following every new trail and evidence I could find, always just on her heels, or so I thought, but it soon became clear that she was purposefully lead me on goose chases all around the globe, seemingly toying with me for fun."

"I prefer a different type of foreplay, but to each their own, I guess." Tony snickered under his breath.

"And I don't know where things change. I never meant to sleep with her, it just sort of happened."

Tony nodded, "I too have accidentally found myself in someone else's bed before." A dream like look passed over his face, "Ahh, Delilah."

Bruce's face scrunched up into a blend of mild disgust and uncomfortableness.

"I swear I didn't, but the first time that we-I had been having a bad day and just really needed to let out some steam and- it was only suppose to be a one time thing."

"And yet here we are." Steve pointed out.

"She's very convincing."

"And talented with her tongue in more ways than one, too, I'm sure. There must be a reason why you kept coming back," Tony added.

Natasha flushed red, "Tony, I swear to god, one more word out of you and I'm going to strangle you to death with by bare hands."

The brunette's smile only grew as he up and downed the Russian, "You should know better than to tempt be with a good time, Romanoff."

Steam practically rolled out of Natasha's ears, "You are in no position to judge. Not when you've practically slept with half of Manhattan!"

Tony only whistled, "Oh, no, I'm not judging. In fact, I'm actually proud. Look at you, Romanoff, getting your much needed sex appointment, extra points for it being taboo."

Clint, having silently been watching the interaction from the corner of room, suddenly picked up the complimentary pen on the T.V stand, and threw it with pin point precision at Tony's head. The pen hit the billionaire with a dull thud.

"Ow!"

"Shut it, Tin Can." The archer growled.

"What? I'm just voicing everyone else's thoughts. Natasha sleeping with SHIELD's most wanted is an awfully hilarious turn of events, that I'm sure none of us saw coming, so I am simply enjoying the circumstances of everything."

An awkward silence fell upon the room, and for a breath of a second, barely noticeable to the normal eye, a flickering look passed over the rest of the teams' faces.

"Wait-what was that?" Tony asked.

"What was what?" Steve replied innocently.

"Wha-what was that look you all had just now." The brunettes pressed.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Bruce responded.

A dread settled over Natasha, "Please don't tell me that-"

"HAVE YOU GUYS KNOWN ABOUT NATASHA AND (Y/N) PRIOR TO TODAY?!" Tony suddenly shouted in disbelief.

Some of the better liars on the team shook their heads, but the less proficient ones hesitated.

"No!" Natasha groaned. "How did you guys-"

"We've actually caught you passed out like this many times before, without Tony of course, and we've just snuck back out before you woke up in the past." Wanda admitted.

Natasha's jaw dropped.

"YOU GUYS KNEW AND DIDN'T TELL ME?!" Tony exclaimed, still flabbergasted.

"Yes, dumbass, because you can't keep your mouth shut." Clint retorted.

"You guys...knew." Natasha was mumbling under her breath.

Steve awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, sorry, but for what it's worth, you and (Y/N) are pretty cute together."

You burst out hiding from the hotel closet, "Yeah, I suppose we do look cute don't we?"

"What the-"

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potentialsandwhich · 2 years

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Bottom!Nat with villain reader fucking her so hard so she just passes out after, the other avengers finding her fucked out dead asleep

mmmm... prequel to Fucking the Enemy, which if anyone hasn't read is linked: Here

Explicit below cut (18 +, NO MINORS):

Warning/s: Straight up porn with no plot, we just jump right in, head first,... literally, oral (r giving), fingering, strap use, rough sex, degradation (let me know if I need to add more)

There was something unexplainably addictive about Natasha Romanoff.

From the way her hands would roughly tug up your head by the scalp every few seconds, to the way her legs would quiver and try to clamp shut with each lap of your tongue, to even just the simple responsive dripping of her core as you held her thighs open, soaking the sheets beneath her, the Russian Avenger always kept you wanting more and more.

And from the soft whimper that escaped those incredibly kissable lips of her as you lightly attached your mouth to her clit, it would seem that she wanted more as well.

"Always a desperate slut aren't you?" You teased, slowing your tongue into little licks, watching her squirm under the slow pace. "What would the rest of your team think, Nat? If they knew their perfect little assassin was laying in bed, just absolutely dripping for the enemy?" To prove your point, you let a finger gather up some slick from her core, spreading it across your other fingers demonstratively with your thumb, making sure the Russian could see her own arousal on your fingers.

"Fuck you." Natasha growled at your comment, moving to lift herself up to see you.

A small smirk spread across your face, "Thought you were already doing that?"

Without a warning, you thrusted two of your slick covered fingers into the redhead.

Whatever response Natasha had was immediately lost into a deep moan that had you biting back a groan of approval, her hips immediately bucking and lifting into the air at the intrusion, thighs trying to clamp shut around your head.

With a free hand, you pushed her hips back down into the mattress and spread her back up, grinning. "God, I love that sound."

Fingers still deep in her, curling inside her warmth, you pulled away from Natasha's lower half, kissing your way up the length of her body, marking her as you went.

You wanted them to know. Wanted her team to know. Wanted the whole world to know that she was yours.

Reaching her breasts, you gave your mouth to one, and your free hand to the other. Rolling her left peak with your thumb and middle, you let your tongue flick across the nipple of the right breast.

Natasha's hands, though, still tangled in your hair, demanded you to continue your journey up, growing more insistent as you increased the pace of your fingers thrusting into her, guiding you up until your lips hovered inches from hers. Hungrily, and needily, the redhead craned up to meet you, capturing your lips into a passionate kiss. Her tongue easily slipped into your mouth, exploring it, and with an unabridged moan, you wondered if she could taste herself on your lips.

"Fuck. What are we doing?" The assassin suddenly groaned, pulling away from you.

Following her mouth, you only kissed her again, harder and more deeply than before, "What we should've done a long time ago."

"We should stop." She suggested, but you weren't sure who she was addressing, because even as she said this, her hips were grinding into your hand.

Pulling your fingers out of her, you ran them through her folds, guiding the head of your strap to rub along the strip. "Yeah, sure we do."

Locking eyes on the redhead and seeing her desperate, lust blown pupils, you sank into her without any hesitation, watching her fiery head throw itself back, eyes rolling into white.

"Mhjm" A straggled gasped escaped her.

As Natasha's back arched off the mattress, you hooked an arm around her, pulling her up more. In one quick maneuver, she was sitting atop you as you roughly plunged into her.

Her smaller frame made it easy to lift her into the air with each thrust.

You felt her head bury into your neck as you buried yourself into her, and her moans vibrated into your ear as she tried muffling them, failing to miserably.

"Still want to stop?" You asked, already knowing the damn answer.

Natasha bit down on your shoulder.

Now practically bouncing atop your strap herself, the redhead's arms were wrapped around your neck, fingers digging into your back; the stinging of her nails only encouraging you to go harder and faster, matching her rhythm.

"Maybe if you put half the effort into catching me like you do riding me, you would've caught me already." You muttered through clenched teeth, feeling your own arousal spiking as you felt Natasha chase her high.

The only response was a quickening of her pace and the deeper bite of Natasha's nails into your skin.

High just in reach, Natasha started getting sloppy, more erratic and breathy, and you knew that you would have to take control again.

Flipping her back down onto the mattress, you took over, setting a ruthless pace. The headboard of the bed started moving from the sheer force that you were exerting with each thrust.

"Don't stop. Don't stop." She practically begged as she got closer and closer to her finish.

"Wasn't planning on it." You husked, taking a lobe of her ear between your teeth, increasing your rhythm.

And with one final, and very loud, moan, Natasha came undone, spilling into a land of bliss.

You only wished that you could've seen her face as she did, but the borderline painful digging of her nail into your neck and the shaking of her whole body gave you a pretty good indicator of her pleasure.

As her grip around your neck loosened, you slowly pulled back to take in her post-orgasmic state.

Hair dark locks messy and clinging to her face with sweat, and cheeks red to match, Natasha's chest rose and fell with deep breaths. Her eyes were fluttering close with each inhale, on the verge of sleep, and you smiled with pride at the knowledge that you had tired her out.

Pulling out of her pussy, you watched as her legs practically shook.

Carefully getting off the bed, you went to clean up the now unconscious Avenger when the light buzz of a phone on the floor caught your attention, screen lighting up with a notification.

Steve: Any updates on capturing (Y/N) (L/N)?

buzz

Steve: Natasha?

buzz

Steve: Natasha? Are you okay?

Hovering a hand over the screen, you read each message with amusement, contemplating replying back to the captain of the Avengers with a picture of the blissed out redhead.

Sighing, though, you decided better of it, pulling on your clothes and slipping out of the room instead, but not before sending a text back to the worried Captain.

Natasha: I'm fine, but I found her. Come quick!

Natasha Shared A Location.

Smiling you pulled up the hood of your jacket, hiding your face and glancing down onto your own phone where a text had also been sent.

To: Natasha

Y/N: I had fun. We should this again.

Slipping into the shadows of buildings around you, you let your mind wander in anticipation of your next encounter with the fiery assassin.

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potentialsandwhich · 2 years

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12k + words of utter perfection

hola! I saw that your request were open and if you’re open to smut you could give this a go :) top!fem!reader x bottom!wanda, or natasha I don’t mind, where they hate us because they find us attractive.. when Carol comes down to meet us as since r is new she gets a little touchy and flirty with r, Wanda (or Nat) not looking this starts an argument with us once carols gone and r connect the dots, smut containing needy and whiny Wanda/Nat. Thank you :))

(A/N: It was my first time writing smut, so I'm sorry in advance if it's shitty. But I hope you'll like it and won't be disappointed:) Thank you for your request, love! Have a nice day/night:))

Annoyingly Attractive

Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

(18+) Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Bottom!Nat, Top!Reader, Slight choking, Fingering (Nat receiving), Strap-on use (Nat receiving)

Words: 12k+

It was just another day at the Avengers compound. Rays of the sun peeking from the horizon and sneaking through the curtains woke the superheroes up on a peaceful morning.

Birds sang songs, flying around and being free, piercing through the air as everyone was gathered in the living area of the compound.

Today, almost everyone on the team had a day off and they wanted to relax at least once and not be bothered by tons of documents that needed to be filled in as fast as possible, cause the deadline was closer with each day, monthly meetings at SHIELD with Fury that drained them and were boring as fuck, but they had to attend them.

Or mission briefs, debriefs, and being in action itself, which made them exhausted and they never had any energy to do anything else after that. When they got injured it was only worse. They had to stay in a medical bay for days and wait until a doctor would let them leave. They never had time to just sit and let themselves relish in a normal day.

Like now. Everyone was scattered around the place, doing their own things. Most of them were lying on the couches with their eyes closed, some of them with arms placed over them.

Others were reading books that they got behind with because of the chaotic life they have. Now, they had an opportunity to do what they liked and let themselves get lost in the stories.

Some of them played different games or sat in the kitchen and talked, munching on their breakfast.

The whole compound was engulfed in silence and a peaceful atmosphere that let them finally rest.

“What the fuck did you think?!” A loud yell was heard from behind the doors and spread throughout the room.

Everyone groaned at the sound knowing that their free relaxation day was about to come to an end. So much for a peaceful morning.

A very loud thud was heard next, but nobody even bothered to look up, trying to get as much of their precious free time as they could before the chaos would ruin it completely.

“Stop walking away, you fucking idiot.” With that sentence, the doors opened revealing you wearing a bored expression.

You casually walked towards the small island that held a bowl with cleaned fruits and took an apple before biting it. As you started walking up to the couches a certain redheaded woman powerfully marched into the room.

Her expression and body language were slightly different from yours. Slightly.

Fists clenched on her sides so tight that her knuckles were white with her feet heavily stomping on the ground like she wanted to make a hole in it.

Her face was puckered so much that her cheeks could burst, face red from anger that was written all over it. Jaw locked in place in a way that it could break at any moment, eyebrows furrowed in rage and a dangerous look in her eyes.

Look that could kill. And was directed right at you.

“L/n, I swear to God.” Natasha said again, making some members of the team sigh.

She walked further into the room as you sat down beside Steve who was entranced by his book. “What you have there?” You asked him, leaning over to read some before leaning down to look at the cover.

Steve tore his eyes away from the book and smiled at you, turning the thing to the side, so you could see the title. “Aaah. I see you finally started Harry Potter. Nice.” You told him with a grin and his smile widened before he got back to reading.

As you leaned back on the couch and were about to take another bite of your apple, someone took it from your hand. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked behind you to see the redhead with your snack in her hand.

She was in full rage and was tightly squeezing your fruit. “Hey, don’t be aggressive with my food.” You said as you looked at the poor thing.

Her jaw clenched tighter and the next second your apple landed on your forehead, making you close your eyes. “What the fuck did you do? Did you even think before doing anything?” She said angrily, glaring at you all the time.

You just picked up your apple from the couch and looked over it. It was clean, so you shrugged and took a bite, ignoring Natasha.

A loud groan was heard from behind you and the redhead went around the couch to stand in front of you as you started watching whatever Pietro was watching on the TV.

She put her hands on her hips and jotted out one of them. “You acting like I’m not here won’t work.” She said completely covering your view of the screen with her body.

Scrunching up your nose, you were still eating your apple while leaning to the side to catch the tiniest glimpse of what was happening in the movie, not being interested in what Natasha was saying at all.

Tony smiled at your actions trying to hold in his laughter but Pepper slapped his arm, making him hold up his hands in defense and stop.

“Could you be more childish?” Natasha asked rhetorically while moving her hands from her hips and crossing them across her chest. “Stop avoiding the conversation, dipshit. You are fucking reckless.”

You looked to the side, trying to catch Pietro’s eyes. “Speedy, what is happening on the screen?” You asked your friend. If you couldn’t see it, you would at least hear about it.

Pietro chuckled at your attempts to avoid Natasha at all costs. “Well, now they are walki-”

“Are you kidding me?” Natasha asked in disbelief, cutting the man off and throwing a look in his direction that made him clear his throat and stop talking.

You looked at her almost offended. “Why would you interrupt my friend like this?” You asked, pinching your eyebrows together.

Natasha’s gaze fell on you again as her fists tightened. “That’s it. You fucking assh-”

“Okay!” Steve exclaimed loudly, holding up his hand while he closed his book using the other one before putting the thing on the coffee table in front of you two. “You.” He said pointing at Natasha. “Need to calm down.”

“But-” Natasha tried to protest, but once again was cut off.

“Calm down.” He said again in a quiet voice but with a slightly authoritative tone.

You held up your fruit and stared at it. “Yeah, darling. Calm down.” You chimed in earning a snicker from Tony who winced the next second as the slap from Pepper was delivered to his arm.

“And you.” Steve directed his finger at you with his eyebrows being raised.

You looked at him confused, clutching your fruit to your chest. “What me?” You asked with your eyebrows furrowed. He had no reason to point at you like this.

He kept staring at you and moved his hand up and down. “You need to stop ignoring what she says on your missions-” You started opening your mouth to retort back. “And after them as well. You can’t be this ignorant, Y/n.” He ended his sentence, putting his hand to his side.

“Excuse you. First of all, I am not ignorant.” You said earning a look from Steve and daggers from Natasha that you ignored. “And second of all.” You stopped for dramatics, pursing your lips out and shaking your head. “Not you betraying me like this.” You said in a sad tone, moving your eyes to your apple again.

Steve sighed rolling his eyes as his hands went to his hips. “Y/n, be serious, please.”

“I am. Now that this is settled, let me watch this movie.” You said, leaning back and getting comfortable on the couch.

Natasha squinted her eyes at you and looked at you with so much annoyance in them. “What is settled? We haven’t settled anything, yet.” She said with a hard glare directed at you.

“I think we have.” You said, putting your legs on the coffee table, but Natasha harshly pushed them, making them fall and causing your mouth to hang open at her action.

She looked at you like she genuinely wanted to kill you. “You are fucking anno-” The redhead started saying, gritting her teeth.

“Okay.” Steve said, holding up his hands. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened. She’s just exaggerating.” You said nonchalantly, tiredly throwing your head back on the top of the couch with a sigh.

The look that she gave you screamed ‘murder’. It was full of flames and you were certain that if she had Wanda’s powers, you already would be out of the window.

She then turned to Steve and looked at him seriously. “Our targets spotted us-”

“Her.” You corrected, earning another glare from the redhead and a sigh from Steve.

“And started running away. We needed transport and she pointed a gun at a guy who was getting in his car.” Natasha ended her speech as Steve looked at you disapprovingly.

You just shrugged at what she said. “It was a good plan.” You replied, making Sam and Bucky agree with a slight tilt of their heads.

“The safety on your gun wasn’t on.” She said the words slowly and loudly, like she wanted them to get trapped in your mind, so you wouldn’t be able to forget.

“Okay, but it was efficient.” You said as you sat straighter and kept your eyes on Natasha. “And I didn't know it wasn’t on.” You mumbled under your nose as you focused your eyes on a random spot on the floor.

Natasha threw her hands up in the air and let them fall, slapping her legs in the process as she turned her head to the side and rolled her eyes. “And it makes it better?” She asked, not wanting to get an answer to this.

“Kinda?” But she got it anyway, making her more annoyed.

She leaned her body in your direction as she lowered it a little and pointed at you. “You don’t think before doing something. You put people’s lives in danger because of your stupidity.” She ranted at you as she aggressively poked her finger in the air.

“Like you are smart, Miss ‘our targets spotted me’” You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest.

Natasha’s lips parted at your accusation and straightened up her posture. “At least I didn’t aim at the civilian.” She said back, making you squint your eyes at her.

“I wouldn’t have to do that if you weren’t spotted.” You emphasized the last word, quickly raising your eyebrows for a second in a daring manner.

The redhead gasped a little as she folded her arms under her breasts as well. Steve just closed his eyes and shook his head before bending down to pick up his book.

He waved with the thing in the direction of the doors while looking at the rest of the team. “Just... Let them do it on their own.” He said defeated and started walking away from the two of you with the people following him.

Some of them had small smiles on their faces as they looked at the two of you, enjoying the show.

The two of you ignored them as you were currently engrossed in a staring contest. “You didn’t have to threaten a guy with a gun!” Natasha said loudly, waving her arms in the air.

“He shat in his pants and we got transport. It’s a win in my books.” You said back while you stood up from the couch.

“It’s not a fucking win. What if you shot, huh?” She asked confidently, trying to get her point across.

You paused for a moment with your response before you met her eyes again. “Well, I didn’t. So calm your tits down. I’m going for a shower, not goodbye.” You said, turning around and raising your hand above your head, waving it at the redhead.

“Get your ass back here. We’re not done.” She shouted after you, irritated with your behavior and ignorance of the situation. But mostly she was angry that you didn’t give a fuck about what she was saying.

You just kept walking to the exit, not paying attention to her. “Yeah, yeah. See you, hopefully, not soon.” She heard you saying and let out a loud groan.

She felt like punching something, maybe you, but she just kicked the couch and sighed heavily.

“I have a feeling you won’t win with this one.” Wanda said chuckling as she came up to the redhead and patted her on her shoulder. “Better go change and take a shower, we have team training in an hour.”

Natasha closed her eyes and nodded her head. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks for reminding me.” The redhead replied gratefully.

The witch smiled at her friend and two women started making their way out of the living room and to their respective destinations.

After you left fuming Natasha in the living room, you tiredly went to your bedroom and got in the shower to wash all the exhaustion from the morning events before plopping down on your bed. This mission was supposed to be fast and easy, but because of one little mistake, you had to fucking run.

Constant arguing with the redhead during it hadn’t helped as well, but you wouldn’t follow blindly every little thing she told you to do. That was why you two should never be paired up. She had her vision of the mission while you had your own too.

None of you was willing to back down and give the approval to the other. And she always criticized you for everything, even the tiniest thing that barely had any impact on the situation.

She’d hated you ever since you joined the team, which wasn’t that long ago, but still. You felt like she chose to despise you the very second you walked through the doors with Fury. Like she didn’t even give you a chance of showing who you were.

And now, she just got another thing to blame and scold you for, pointing out how ‘irresponsible’ you were. In all honesty, you knew it was wrong, but the gun was the first thing you’d thought about, even more so when you’d already held it in your hand. And you were sure that the safety was on.

Maybe you were a little reckless, but she wasn’t better. You wouldn’t get in any problematic mess if she just stopped lecturing you for a second.

The targets spotted her, cause she wasn’t paying enough attention to them. Instead, she was reprimanding you through the comms when you started flirting with the waitress.

The girl just came up to you and was the one who started it. You just went along with it, trying to keep up the act of a normal civilian on a normal day.

But according to Natasha, your stupid mouth would get you both in trouble and mess up the mission. And that you couldn't live with a day of not flirting with someone.

Well, her mouth and unnecessary irritation with you caused the mission to go to shit. Because of her getting distracted you had to run after those idiots.

Who normal runs in the morning? You never understood it and never wanted to try it out. But life decided to change your plans and made you try new things. How sweet.

As you were lying on your stomach on your bed now, you heard a knock on your door, but you didn't have enough strength to get up.

Still, the person welcomed themselves in and opened the door before stepping into your bedroom and walking up to your bed.

It was silent for a while and you kept your eyes closed, thinking that maybe they would go away.

Not long later, you felt a stinging pain on your forehead, making your hand fly there and immediately open your eyes to glare at the person.

“Don’t fucking flick me, you dipshit.” You said, rubbing your skin as Pietro laughed at you.

“We have team training, so get up.” He said and went to your closet to pick you the gym clothes.

You groaned loudly, letting yourself fall on the bed with your head facing the ceiling. “I don’t wanna.” You grumbled with a pout like a kid.

In your opinion, you already had training today when you had to run. You didn’t need any more of this.

Pietro was going through your clothes as you fought against yourself to get up. “You have to. We ditched the last one.” He replied, taking a black tank top and black basketball shorts.

You huffed out a tired breath as you lay flat on your back with your arms and legs sprawled across your bed. “Can’t we ditch this one as well?” You asked with hopeful eyes, turning your head to look at your friend.

The silver-haired man turned around, taking a look over the clothes he chose before moving his eyes to you. “No.” He said shortly and threw the clothes in your direction.

You closed your eyes as the things landed on your face, still not moving an inch. The only thing you did was breathe tiredly.

You groaned to yourself again while reaching up with your hand to take the tank top and shorts away from your face. “Stupid shit.” You mumbled to yourself, sitting up on your bed.

“Go change. We start in 5.” He said gesturing with his hands to your bathroom.

Sighing heavily, you rolled out of the bed and stood up before slowly dragging your feet to the place he pointed.

You closed your door and lazily took of your t-shirt and sweatpants before replacing them with a black tank top and black basketball shorts.

You turned to the mirror and grabbed the hairband, then raised your hands to tie your hair in a ponytail, getting rid of the irritating strands that would get in your face while training.

Dropping your hands to your sides you exhaled heavily before turning around and walking out of the bathroom. “Okay, we can go.” You told Pietro who was leaning on your desk with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for you.

He smiled at you, standing up to his full height. “Move your ass then.” He said and started walking to the door.

You followed him and the two of you quickly got in the elevator, pressing the button for the gym floor. “What are we doing today?”

“Just sparring. Steve said that we wouldn’t do much since it was supposed to be our day off.” Pietro replied as he looked up at the ceiling.

You tilted your head a little and shrugged. “Not that bad.” You said back, making your friend nod in agreement.

Normally, the team training was long and exhausting. Steve always wanted everyone to push their limits while creating better cooperation between the members of the team.

It was always a hard time, intense exercises that tired every little muscle in everyone’s body, and Steve never let anyone leave unless there was sweat all over their face.

Sometimes it felt like hell and all you wanted to do was kick his annoying old ass, but you knew he wanted to help. Tho, not every team training was so ‘pleasant’.

When you got paired up with Natasha it wasn’t sparring anymore. It was life-death fights. At least it looked like this when the redhead had pure anger swirling in her eyes and the way she always lunged at you didn’t exactly look like a friendly fighting match.

You honestly didn’t know what her problem was, but you responded in the same way, not letting get her the upper hand at anything that involved you two at the same time. It only annoyed her more and you loved it.

The elevator dinged coming to a stop before the doors slid open, letting you and Pietro exit it and go straight to the gym.

“Don’t kill each other, please.” He said, arching his body a little and leaning his head in your direction with a tight-lipped smile.

You puckered your lips like you were thinking about it before clasping your hands together. “No promises.” You said smiling back at your friend.

He just shook his head with a chuckle not stopping his walk and opened the door to the gym.

When the two of you walked in everyone was already there, scattered all over the room. At the sound of the door opening, every single head turned in its direction.

Most of the team just stopped their conversations and stretching, letting out sighs, Steve smiled widely at the sight of you and you reciprocated the gesture.

But of course, the one and only Natasha Romanoff rolled her eyes when she saw you and got back to her talk with Wanda and a blonde you hadn’t seen before.

You took a look over the new woman in the room as you started walking up to Steve and Bucky. “Hello, bitches.” You greeted them both with arms wide open and a huge smile.

Steve only looked at you in a disapproving way, showing that the choice of your words wasn’t the best one. “For Gosh’s sake, watch your language, Y/n.” You heard Tony call out from not far away from you.

He stood with Pietro and Sam, looking at you with a teasing grin that you returned. “Aye aye, Captain.” You said back, making Steve sigh and look down as he shook his head.

Bucky chuckled a little, patting him on the arm. “Okay. Let’s start with the training.” Steve said out loud so everybody could hear him, turning his head around to catch the sight of everyone.

Then he turned to you again. “I want you to meet someone.” He said before moving his head in the direction of three women and looking at the blonde one you didn’t know. “Carol, can you please come here?”

The blonde girl started making her way in your direction after she gave Wanda and Nat one last smile and told them something to which they smiled back.

She came to a stop next to Steve who gave her a grin and gestured with one hand to you and the other to the woman. “Y/n, this is Carol Danvers, Carol, this is Y/n L/n.” Steve introduced you two to each other.

Both of you extended hands and shook them. “Nice to meet you.” You told her with a soft smile plastered on your face.

Carol gave you the same one in return. “You as well, Y/n.” She said back, and as you both were taking your hands away her touch lingered a little.

Steve looked between the both of you clasping his hands. “I want you both to spar together today. It’ll be a nice challenge for both of you and you’ll finally get to know each other.” He said and patted you on your shoulder while walking past you.

Bucky saluted to you in a joking manner and Carol chuckled when you did the same. “So, do you want to play a little?” The blonde asked with a teasing smile on her face.

“Let’s play.” You replied, causing another wave of giggles to pass her lips as both of you went to the mats.

A thud spread throughout the whole room as the blonde’s back connected with the mat again. A groan left her mouth as her eyes closed with her hands going up to her hair to run through them after you let go of her.

Still staying in your position between her legs you stared at the woman below you with a cocky smirk. “How are you feeling down there?” You asked teasingly, hands on each side of her torso to keep yourself up.

Carol chuckled at your attempts to taunt her a little and stopped moving her hands, keeping them on her temples. “I’m feeling amazing.” She replied after she opened her eyes. A smirk of her own made its way on her face. “Especially with you in this position.”

You raised your eyebrow at her words, but they didn’t even shock you. The two of you had been saying stuff like this during your training session all the time. But the clear innuendo in this one made your smirk widen.

You leaned in a little closer to the blonde’s face, still leaving a good distance, but surely invading her personal space. “I know some other place where I could be in this position.” You replied in a low voice as Carol put her hands on yours that were flat on the floor. “We would have much more fun there.”

A loud thud was heard, causing you to raise yourself from the woman. She lifted her head and both of you looked to your sides to be met with groaning Clint lying on the mat.

His eyes were tightly closed with him rolling on his side and his hand went to his back to hold it. A heavy sigh left his lips and his face became one full of pain.

You raised your eyebrows at the sight before your eyes caught the redhead that was standing above him. You could see her jaw locked in one place as her eyes were shooting death glares wherever she looked.

She was fuming, there was almost steam coming out of her ears at how angry she looked at this moment. Her gaze met yours and you saw her eyes trail down for a second before she rolled them and huffed to herself.

Turning around she told something to Clint when he rolled on his back and stared up at her. You could see her fists clench at whatever he replied with.

What was going on, you had no idea. But it was weird for Nat to be this violent with anyone else but you. She always was careful when it came to training with your teammates and she always made sure that they were alright.

So her throwing her best friend on the mat like a rag doll and letting him be writhing in pain like this was very unusual.

You looked down at the blonde that was lying under you at the same time that she turned her head to meet your eyes. You stared at her and blinked a couple of times in pure confusion.

“Do they know it’s only sparring?” Carol asked giggling and you couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped your lips.

You shook your head and leaned back on your calves, letting the woman raise her upper body and support herself with her hands. “I don’t know. But every one of my sparring matches with Nat is even worse than this.” You told her, making her laugh lightly at your words.

You slowly stood up, dusting off your shorts. You extended your hand for Carol to take it and she did it with a grateful smile on her face.

Lifting her, you used a little too much strength and caused the blonde to bolt up. “Wow.” She yelped out as she collapsed on your body and her free hand flew to your arm to keep her steady.

You chuckled at her reaction while looking down at her face. “Didn’t expect such a boost?” You asked playfully with a smirk.

“No. But I expect something much better at that place you mentioned.” She replied patting your shoulder with a smile and a slightly raised eyebrow.

You two laughed a little as you stood very close to each other, bodies practically touching while your eyes were focused on the other pair.

“How is training going?” You heard Steve asking, making you and Carol break your eye contact and look at the man.

Carol gave him a toothy grin showing her pearly white teeth as she shifted a little and got closer to you. “It’s going great. I think I won’t be able to train with anybody else after today.” She said as she glanced at you with happiness swirling in her eyes.

Steve grinned widely at her words and held his hands up with palms facing the ceiling. “I’m glad you liked each other.” At his words, you smirked and winked at Carol who let out a chuckle at your actions.

“And considering how well you already work together and how you get along, I think making you permanent sparring partners wouldn’t be a bad idea.” Steve continued, but a loud wince and then groan that followed it made the three of you turn your heads to the source of the sound.

Steve raised his eyebrows seeing as Clint was bent down with his arm around his stomach, head hanging down with his mouth wide open.

You saw him blinking either out of surprise or shock, or maybe something else, who knows. The only thing you were sure of was that he was in pain and probably regretted showing up at training today.

“Uuh.” Steve let out as he raised his hand a little and looked at you and Carol with a puzzled look. “Guys, tone it down a little. We don’t fight for real.” He called out to the redhead and a man who was trying to regain his composure.

Natasha only put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes again, grumbling something under her nose while Clint was still facing the ground and clutching his stomach, managing to only hold up his free hand and give Steve a thumbs up.

“Did they argue or something?” Steve asked with furrowed eyebrows as he looked back at the two of you.

You and Carol looked at each other before shrugging. “I don’t think so, but who knows. Maybe Nat just has a bad day.” You said raising your eyebrows while tugging the corners of your lips down in a way that showed you had no idea about the situation.

“Yeah, I wonder why.” Steve said with a tight-lipped smile, pushing his lips to the corners.

You squinted your eyes at him and your mouth fell open. “What are you implying, Steven?” You asked as you blinked at him twice.

Carol chuckled at your interaction and Steve smiled shaking his head. “Nothing at all. Go back to your thing.” He said gesturing to the mat while walking backward and turning away from you.

“You heard him?” You asked Carol in a faux seriousness, pointing with your thumb at your blonde friend with your raised eyebrow. “The audacity.” You said playfully, making her giggle again.

“How could he? Accusing you like this.” Carol said with a shake of her head while looking ahead before putting her hands on her hips and moving her eyes to you. “Do you want me to kick his ass?”

You let out a long sigh as you nodded. “Oh, yes. America’s ass got a little bit too sassy. Put him in his righteous place, ma’am.” You replied putting your hands on your hips and nodded confidently.

Carol laughed at what you said, making you do the same as her hand landed on your biceps.

You only met her maybe an hour ago, but you really enjoyed her company.

⇄

Unlike someone who burned holes in your and Carol’s heads with the intensity of her stares. Green eyes had been focused only on the two of you ever since the training started.

The face of the owner was the same fiery red color as her hair, everything thanks to pure rage that was filling her body more with every second.

As the redheaded beauty glanced in your direction again she saw red at how close you and Carol were standing next to each other. Her jaw tightened at the sight and her nostrils flared in anger.

Clint swung his fist at her which she grabbed and twisted to the side, making the archer let out a groan, but he turned around trying to elbow her with the other arm.

However, Nat’s current state helped her with fighting today, and every little stupid laugh of yours or Carol’s she heard only spurred her on.

She let go of his arm and grabbed the other with two of her hands, and as his back was facing her she quickly turned around to mimic his position before forcefully pulling on his arm while she bent down and flung him over her shoulder.

The blonde man grunted landing on his back again, arching it in pain with wide eyes. He tiredly lay down and breathed heavily. “Can you-” He let out but paused to catch his breath. “Can you be less harsh, please?” He panted out, slowly moving to the sitting position.

He leaned back on his arm with his one leg bent while Natasha glanced at you again before she turned to Clint with a sarcastic smile. “Why? Can’t take a little bit of beating?”

“Can’t take your jealousy that you can’t contain in your small body.” He grumbled as he was standing up. “It’s flooding out of you like a river and I’m the victim, even though I didn’t do anything.”

Natasha scoffed at his words while he arched his back with his eyes closed and a few bones cracked because of the action. “I’m not jealous. It’s not my fault you can’t keep up with the fight.”

The archer let a tired sigh pass his lips as he looked at Natasha unconvinced. “Are you sure it’s not because your not-girlfriend girlfriend gives her whole attention to a certain hot blon-” His sentence was cut off as another strong punch was delivered to his stomach.

He gasped loudly, not expecting this at all as he slowly sank to his knees and lay on his back one more time. Natasha just stared down at her best friend with a look that told him he could’ve shut up.

At this moment he understood his mistake and regretted it with everything in him. It would be enough training for him today.

Everyone in the room looked at Natasha and lying Clint on the ground. Some with raised eyebrows and blinking slowly, others with questioning looks and mouths slightly opened.

Natasha just shrugged at their stares, but when she turned to you again, she saw that you didn’t pay her any mind at all. You were too engrossed in your oh-so-interesting conversation that was full of laughter with Carol.

Natasha almost growled under her breath, making Clint look at her in fear. She didn’t like what she was seeing at all.

⇄

You heard a loud gasp and saw Clint getting on his knees with his mouth wide open. Your eyes widened slightly and eyebrows raised at this. She really had a bad day today.

“Whatever pissed her off, better watch your back today.” You told Carol as she watched Clint currently lying on the ground.

Carol pressed her lips together and turned her head to you nodding. “Yeah, I think you’re right. I’ve never seen her this angry.” The blonde admitted with a wave of her hand.

“Poor Clint will be trapped in the med bay if it keeps going like this.” You said turning back to the mat as Carol laughed lightly and followed you.

“Couldn’t be more true.” She replied between her giggles. She stood in front of you and got in her fighting stance. “Ready for another round?”

You grinned teasingly at her as you lifted your hands. “What kind of round do you have in mind?” You asked flirtatiously, making the blonde smirk.

“Whatever kind you want.” She said smiling sweetly before she swung at you with her arm.

You quickly ducked her punch and moved to the side before going to the floor and trying to sweep her legs. However, the blonde took notice of it and jumped a little to avoid your attack as you stood up at the speed of light.

Carol started throwing punches at you and suddenly turned around sending a kick in your way. Your reflexes let you grab her leg and pull on it a little to disturb her balance.

It worked but not how you wanted. Carol used all her force to pull her leg toward her before pushing it with the same strength in you. When it connected with your sternum you gasped and let go of her.

You composed yourself pretty fast, just in time to see another advance from Carol. She ran at you and you moved to the side grabbing her arm and tripping her leg. “Wow.” She yelped with widened eyes as she lost her balance.

She quickly grabbed your arm while she was falling forward. It wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t slip. Both of you tried to catch your stances, but it was for nothing, cause the next second you started falling on the ground.

You harshly landed on your back and the next second Carol’s body collapsed on yours, making you huff out a huge breath. Your eyes widened at the impact and a wince left your mouth.

The blonde that was now on top of you, straddling you with her legs and her head on your shoulder, groaned loudly with her eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck.” She said in a pained tone.

After a second she lifted her head and looked at you with a tired face and her mouth hung open.

Both of you just stared at each other, trying to wrap your heads around what happened. Carol blew out some air to get rid of the hair that fell on her face. “I guess it’s a win for me this time.” She said slightly panting.

The second full of silence passed before both of you burst out in laughter. Carol’s eyes closed with a huge grin on her face that showed her pearly white teeth as her forehead connected with your shoulder.

A loud bang broke the two of you from your little accident just to see Natasha storming out of the room. Getting to the door, she opened them and left before slamming the door with mighty strength.

Everyone looked in the same direction before moving their gazes to Clint who was standing in one place, looking like he tried to analyze the situation.

Steve cleared his throat before awkwardly smiling. “Guess it’s over for today. Thank you, everyone.” He said and people started slowly making their way to the benches with slightly shocked and confused faces.

Carol turned to you and raised her eyebrows. “Well, I won’t forget this fall for sure.” She said and gave you a tight-lipped smile, pushing the corners of her mouth to her cheeks.

You laughed at her lightly and nodded in agreement. “Yeah. And we will definitely feel this in the morning.” You replied, causing her to giggle.

After leaving the gym and taking a quick shower for the second time today, you changed into some more comfortable clothes before going out of your room and to the kitchen.

As you were walking in its direction you spotted the blonde woman you met today. “Hello, ma’am.” You said jokingly when she caught up to you and grinned widely.

“Hello, yourself.” She greeted back. “Hungry?” She asked to which you nodded. “Me too. I’m actually starving.” She said, dramatically holding her stomach.

Both of you chuckled at this as you entered the kitchen and spotted there Wanda and Nat who were sitting at the island. “Hello, ladies.” You greeted both as you slowly made your way to the basket with small snacks.

“Hello to you too.” Wanda said with a smile while Natasha stayed silent.

The redhead was eating an energy bar and was glancing at you and Carol as the latter was coming up to you. “Do you have something interesting there?” The blonde asked as she stood next to you.

You smiled cheekily at her. “Yes, me.” You said, causing the fit of giggles to pass her lips. “But no, there is nothing good.” You added, looking at the things in a basket.

Carol groaned as she stretched her arms a little. “I would kill for a pizza.” She said, looking up at the ceiling.

You chuckled as she let her shoulders sag with a heavy sigh. “Are you tired, Miss Danvers?” You asked teasingly, leaning your body on the kitchen counter.

Carol huffed playfully, putting her arm on the marble to lean on it. “Yeah, well, you tired me out. I didn’t expect you to be so good at fighting.” She said seriously. “It makes me curious about your other amazing skills.” She added with a smirk as she took a small step toward you.

“I have some tricks up my sleeve.” You replied, shrugging your shoulders in nonchalance, mirroring her position.

She pressed her lips together before turning them into a smile. “I think I like training more now.” She said with the tiniest bit of teasing in her voice. “It never felt as good as with you.”

“Then I can’t wait for another session, partner.” You said with a wide grin as you looked at the blonde.

Carol smirked at your words and leaned in, exposing more of her chest to you. “We can always do some private training sessions.” She said in a sultry tone. “So, maybe next time I’m under you it can be somewhere softer.” She said as she put her hand on your arm and trailed the fingers along it.

“I see you’re really eager to end up under me again.” You replied looking into her eyes and you saw how they sparkled.

Her smirk widened and she stepped closer to you, leaving almost no space between your bodies. “Well, we can always try out other positions. I’m not saying no.” She said seductively while her fingertips slowly ran up your arm.

At this moment, you thought you couldn’t be happier about meeting this woman. But what you failed to notice was a wary glance that Wanda threw Nat when the redhead tightened her hand around her water bottle.

As you were about to reply, Sam walked to the kitchen with a smile on his face.

“Everybody is going out to eat something. You guys wanna go with us?” Sam asked pointing with his thumb over his shoulder.

The man looked at you, waiting for an answer, and eyeing how close you and Carol were standing to each other as you gave him an apologetic smile. “I can’t. I need to fill in some documents for Fury regarding me being an Avenger.” You told him and he wanted to say something but decided against it and nodded understandingly.

“I’m gonna go, I was about to eat anyway.” Wanda said standing up from her seat.

Carol had a thoughtful expression on her face before looking at Sam. “I’ll go too. I don’t have much to do, so why not. And I want that pizza.” She said, making you laugh a little as she stepped away from you slowly heading to the exit while Sam nodded at both women.

“Okay, take what you need and meet us in 5 in the lobby.” Sam said before he smiled at you and Nat one last time and left.

Carol turned to you with a grin. “Do you want me to take you something to eat?” She asked nicely before her tone turned into a teasing one. “Or am I enough?” She added with a smirk.

You shook your head a little with a smile plastered on your face. “I think I’ll be okay with Danvers snack.” You said back, making Carol’s smirk turn into a toothy grin as a giggle escaped her lips.

Wanda glanced at Natasha again and if you'd done the same, you would’ve seen how her jaw tightened along with her fist. The water bottle she was clutching barely looked like a bottle at this point.

Carol started walking backward to the exit with Wanda waiting for her. “I’ll keep you to that.” She said pointing her finger at you. “See you guys later.” She said looking at you and then Natasha who gave her a tight-lipped smile.

The two women disappeared around a corner and you opened the fridge to find something to eat before you had to go and got to the paperwork you had to do.

“Couldn’t you be more obvious?” You heard Natasha say behind you. You glanced at her raising an eyebrow before going back to rummaging through the stuff.

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking at the things on the last shelf, but not finding anything you just grimaced and stood up straight.

A loud scoff rang through the kitchen while you closed the fridge and turned around. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you trying to get in Carol’s pants, even though you met only like 2 hours ago.” She said in a faux realization and ended with a fake-ass smile.

You blinked at her and stopped in one place. “I try to get in women’s pants even before I meet them. And we were just playing around.” You informed her in a neutral tone before you started looking for food in cupboards.

You heard screeching of the floor but paid it no mind as you wanted to find absolutely any snack you could take with you and go to your room to fill in those stupid papers.

“Mhm, of course. And you being glued to each other in the gym is also playing around.” She said sarcastically.

You turned your head to Natasha and gave her a bored look. “We were training.” You said slowly, moving your head a little in her direction. “How we are supposed to train without touching each other?”

Another scoff left her mouth as she was now standing next to the island with her arms crossed over her chest. “You did more than just this.” She bit back, throwing you an angry look. “And what about this little show a minute ago, huh?”

You stood to your full height with hands hanging on the handles of the cupboards and stared at the redhead. Mouth slightly opened and eyes blinking, trying to understand what was her problem.

You took a small breath and tilted your head a little to the side. “Oh my God.” You groaned out. “Can’t we flirt or something? Is there a rule?” You asked rhetorically as you closed the cupboard and moved to stand next to the island.

“No there is not-” She started saying.

“Then I don’t see a problem.” You cut her off with a small wave of your hand.

“But it doesn’t mean she has to be all over you.” Natasha ended her previous sentence, raising her voice a little. “She was practically on top of you here and you didn’t do anything to stop her.” She added even more irritated at the situation.

You rolled your eyes while turning to the side, so your body was facing the redhead. “She just stood next to me. And it’s not like I’m gonna push her away, cause she put her hand on my arm and got a little too close.” You replied, not hiding the fact that you thought it was ridiculous.

Natasha scoffed in annoyance and aggressively dropped her arms to her sides. “Oh yeah, just let her do whatever she wants.” The redhead said flinging her hands in the air. “Why not. Maybe even go and do some training together.” She added with emphasized sarcasm.

You were genuinely confused about why she suddenly started arguing about something like this. It wasn’t like you minded Carol being too close to you. She was beautiful and definitely caught your eye. You only met her, but not only had her appearance get your attention, but also her personality. In this short couple of hours, you could say she was funny, open-minded, and really kind.

You fell in conversation pretty easily. And you thought she was Natasha’s close friend. At least that was what Clint and Steve told you. So why would she-

A small smirk started creeping up on your lips as the realization settled in your mind. It was so clear, yet not that noticeable. But that didn’t matter anymore.

You tilted your head a little to the side, looking at the redhead. “Would you want to do some training with me, Natasha?” You asked her in a neutral tone, but the tiniest bit of teasing could be heard.

The redhead stopped in her tracks, registering your words in her mind. “What?” The question fell from her mouth and you caught how her voice trembled a little.

Taking a small step towards the woman you put your hand on the countertop. “Is that it? You want to train with me a little?” You moved closer to her while sliding your fingers along the marble.

Natasha swallowed subtly, still with her eyes fixated on you. She watched your every move and how relaxed and calm you were. She noticed your straightened-up posture, but there wasn’t any bit of tension in it.

“You’re being annoying. Just like always.” She said crossing her arms over her chest, trying to dismiss the subject you brought up. She wouldn’t fall for your words. But the confidence you were speaking and moving with already started working on her.

You smiled at what she said, now being aware of the real reason for her behavior towards you. “I think I’m just annoyingly attractive and you can’t get enough of me.” You replied kind of cockily, stopping in one place a few feet away from the woman.

“Oh my God. You’re so full of yourself. It’s really exhausting at this point.” The redhead remarked with an eye roll.

But were you wrong? Not at all. Your looks caught her attention the very first day you joined the team and she would be lying if she said that you weren’t a frequent topic of her thoughts.

She didn’t like it when other women flirted with you or were just too close to you for Natasha’s liking. How their touches lingered on your arm with the thumb brushing your skin or material of your clothes.

It was worse when you responded to their attempts, going to your flirt mode and charming women left and right. They always laughed at every little stupid thing you said. Every time they would throw their heads back and grip your arm a little tighter, pulling themselves closer to you.

At times like this Natasha saw red and she swore she could rip every woman’s head off.

She’d been drawn to you the moment she saw you. But she would never admit it out loud.

Even more so when you already had that stupid cocky smirk plastered on your lips. She didn’t even need to hear you say anything, cause the look on your face told her everything.

You smiled at her choice of words, before briefly dropping your gaze to your hand. “And you want to be full of me.” You said when she started turning around and placed her hands on the kitchen counter.

You drummed your fingers on the countertop, watching the redhead, roaming your eyes over her bare legs as she still was in her gym clothes. “By the way, I can give you some other reason to roll your eyes if you want.” You told her while you started making your way to her. After a couple of steps, you stood yourself behind the woman.

Your hands landed on the redhead’s waist, lightly holding her while you put your head closer to her ear. “Do you want it, Natasha?” You asked in a low voice, feeling her slightly tense up at your sudden touch before she relaxed. “Tell me what you want.”

Natasha tried so hard not to let her mind go somewhere else. Not to let it go there. She knew that if she didn’t stop you now, she would give in to you. But in all honesty, she’d wanted that for so long that she didn’t give a fuck about what was about to happen. She just wanted you.

Your warm breaths hitting her neck were only reminding her of how close you were. That she finally got you this close. She could feel your lips delicately brushing against her skin as your hands wandered down to the hem of her t-shirt, causing her arousal to raise.

You took it between your pointing finger and your thumb, fiddling with it, as you moved your mouth up to her ear. “Do you want me to stop?” You whispered the words to the redhead.

It would be the last thing Natasha wanted right now. The redheaded woman only shook her head in response, but that wasn’t enough. “Words, Tasha.” You told her before placing a kiss behind her ear.

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“No.” The woman breathed out, waiting for your next move. As if on cue, your hands let go of her t-shirt and slipped under it. They slowly moved up her stomach. Fingertips gently brushing her milky skin and your feather-light kisses placed along her neck sent shivers down the redhead’s spine.

She could feel her skin getting hotter under your soft touches and when you got to her bra, her anticipation only raised.

Moving her body back, she pressed herself more to your front letting her head fall slightly on your shoulder. At the same moment, you lightly grabbed the bottom of her bra and lifted it before moving your hands to gently cup her breasts.

Redhead’s breathing started picking up at your actions as your mouth still worked on her neck, marking it with dark bruises, before you went down to her collarbone to do the same, causing the heat to go down straight to Natasha’s core.

You gave her breasts a delicate squeeze, moving your thumbs to brush her nipples with them a little in the process, making the redhead let out a small moan.

You trailed up the kisses from her collarbone back to her neck and up to under her jawline while one of your hands wandered to the redhead’s back and reached with it to unclasp her bra.

Natasha decided to help you and quickly slid the straps down her arms, allowing you to pull the bra from under her top and get rid of this inconvenience. Your hands returned to their position on the woman’s tits and massaged them a little before you took both of her nipples between your pointing fingers and thumbs.

You pulled your mouth away from her neck and placed it next to her ear. “Is this okay?” You asked in a whisper, not stopping your movements as the redhead moaned again.

Natasha closed her eyes at the feeling of your touch. “Yeah.” She said quietly, letting herself get more and more lost in your actions.

You’d barely done anything, but her mind was already running a million miles per second and she wanted more. She needed more.

With your mouth going back and working on her neck, you painted it with more marks until you stopped at a certain point that made Natasha’s hold on the kitchen counter tighten. You smirked to yourself and kissed the spot before sucking harshly and lightly biting on it, making the redhead gasp.

As your tongue was running over the bruise you’d just made, one of Natasha’s hands let go of the marble. She moved it up and grabbed one of yours that was still working on her nipple, and started leading it down her body.

Her chest was heaving up and down as her breaths became more ragged and louder. You let her move your hand as she wanted, but you held it in one place at the waistband of her shorts.

Natasha whined at your objection and tried to make your hand go further down to no avail. “Please.” You heard her saying quietly as she moved her body back, causing your bodies to be pressed flush against each other.

The slight desperation in her voice made your confidence boost. She started grinding her hips into you, adding more force with each second.

You smirked to yourself when her movements suddenly stopped and you heard her sharply inhale. All because of a small, or not-so-small, surprise you had hidden.

But it wasn’t long before she resumed her actions again. “Please, do something.” Natasha whined out, placing her hand on your forearm.

You took the waistband of her shorts between your fingers and moved them along it. “Are you sure?”

“Yes! Just do it.” Natasha exclaimed impatiently and tightly squeezed your arm.

You decided to fulfill her wish. When she felt your hand moving down, she let go of it and gripped the countertop again.

You slowly slipped it under her shorts and underwear, feeling her shudder under your touch. Going further, you slid two fingers down through her folds, taking notice of how wet she already was.

“Someone’s excited.” You said, not stopping your actions.

Natasha moaned while you went back up and brushed her clit lightly. She started grinding herself on your hand to get more friction, but you took your hand away from her cunt and out of her underwear.

You gripped her hip just as she whined at the loss of contact. “Aren’t you needy?” You taunted the woman with a smirk on your face.

It was entertaining to you how she seemed to can’t stand you at every given occasion, but now she just couldn’t get enough of you. Waiting for you to do anything you wanted to her.

The redhead huffed out a breath and opened her eyes. “Aren’t you a tease?” She remarked, making your smirk widen.

“Maybe. But you still haven’t told me what you want.” You said as your fingertips were trailing over Natasha’s skin just above the waistband of her shorts, teasing her.

“I just want you to fuck me!” The redhead stated furiously, her hips started working against you again. “Please, just make me feel good. Please.” She added quietly and you decided to take pity on her.

Placing both of your hands on her hips, you spun her around and pressed her to the counter before fiercely connecting your lips with hers.

The redhead moaned into the kiss before you pulled away. “As you wish.” You mumbled against her lips before you started pulling her shorts down her legs along with her panties.

Her impatience was showing as she almost kicked the clothing away when it reached her ankles, leaving her bottom half of the body completely exposed to you.

Standing up, you lightly grabbed her hip with one of your hands and moved the other to the place where she needed you the most.

You ran your fingers through her folds again, gathering her wetness on them and making the redhead let out a shaky breath while she grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter. “Y/n.” Natasha said, but it sounded more like a plea.

Moving your head back to her neck, you again started leaving light kisses across it while your hand went up to her clit. You started circling it slowly, causing Natasha’s grip to tighten and let out a small moan.

“More.” She almost breathed out, and you pulled your hand away a little, making the redhead whine. “Y/n, stop playing, just fu- U-uck me.” Natasha cut herself off with a loud moan when you suddenly pushed two of your fingers inside her.

One of her hands flew to your shoulder and took a strong hold of it while you slowly pumped in and out of her, picking up your pace with each thrust.

Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth was slightly agape, letting the beautiful sounds leave it. Deciding to add to her pleasure, you lifted her t-shirt to be met with her naked breasts, and not wasting a second, you attached your mouth to one of them.

“Fuck.” Natasha moaned out at the feeling of your tongue circling her nipple and the constant pounding of your fingers.

You then moved to her other nipple and gave it the same attention as Natasha’s hand moved from your shoulder and to your hair. “Oh God, yes!” She let out the words louder.

You let go of her nipple with a pop and kissed her cheek before going down on your knees.

Natasha’s eyes were now open and looking into your E/c eyes just as you looked back into her green ones. Not breaking eye contact, you pounded into her as you curled your fingers while your mouth attached to her bundle of nerves and circled it. Sinful sounds spilled from her mouth at the action.

Still on your knees, you reached up and started kneading her nipple with your free hand. This made her other hand fly to your hair as well, as she started grinding against your mouth a little.

She looked so good at this moment. With bliss written all over her face as her eyes were tightly closed and eyebrows furrowed, succumbing to the feeling you were giving her.

Her hands in your hair tightened their grip on it as her breathing became more ragged and her legs started shaking a little. “You look so beautiful.” You told her.

Natasha couldn’t think about anything else but you and your fingers in her, along with your mouth pleasuring her. She never felt this good and she was sure she would never feel better.

“I’m close. I’m so close.” She moaned loudly as your tongue still worked on her clit and your fingers didn’t stop even for a second. “I’m gonna cum.” She said again, making you go faster.

“Let go, Tasha.” You said before attaching your mouth to her bud again.

And she did just that. “Fuck! Y/n!” She screamed out with her head thrown back and hands still tightly holding your hair.

You slowed down your thrust, letting her ride out her orgasm before coming to a stop. You pulled out of her and used your tongue to catch every bit of her juices. You moved your mouth away and stood up, making her whine at the loss of contact before you put your fingers to her lips.

She immediately engulfed them with her mouth and started circling them with her tongue, not looking away from you. You moved your other hand to your belt and started unfastening it.

When she cleaned your digits, you pulled them out. You tugged on her t-shirt and she quickly got rid of it before you turned her around, making her yelp. “Ready to go again?” You asked as you took the strap out of your pants.

She only nodded, putting her hands on the edge of the counter. “You have to speak, darling.” You husked out into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Yes, I’m ready. Please, just fuck me.” She said quickly, not being able to keep her impatience at bay.

Gripping the toy, you ran the tip through her folds, gathering her wetness on it. You teasingly bumped her bundle of nerves before doing the same with her entrance, evoking a muffled moan from the redhead.

“Please, Y/n. I need you in me. Make me feel good again.” Natasha let out as she started moving her hips back to you.

She was impatient. She wanted you to make her come again so bad.

You lightly grabbed her hips with your hands, stopping her from doing anything, making her whine. Just to turn it into a throaty moan when you slowly started pushing in her.

You stopped for a moment, letting her get used to the size before pushing in fully, completely stretching her out. You stood still giving her time to regain herself before you slowly pulled out and in again.

You started gradually picking up the pace, pounding in the redhead and causing her to moan loudly with each thrust. She fell forward but tightly held the marble as you moved your hands to her waist to keep her in place.

You ran your hand up her spine and tangled your fingers in her hair before pulling it gently. She took the hint and lifted herself with a whine.

Your thrust became more powerful and deeper, making her move her back to you and let her head fall on your shoulder as loud moans left her mouth.

“That’s good?” You asked as her head was next to yours.

You moved your hand from her waist and reached her clit, starting running circles on it again. “Yes! You fuck me so good.” She screamed out, completely lost in everything you were giving her.

You smirked to yourself and attacked her neck, sucking on her sweet spot, causing another loud moan to leave her mouth. “Harder.” She let out and you didn’t have to be told twice.

Tightly gripping her hips with both of your hands you started pounding with more force to the point where your thrust became so powerful that she had to support herself with the kitchen counter not to fall flat on it as her body bolted forward.

“Fuck! Just like that!” She screamed out again, letting herself get lost even more in the pleasure you were gifting her with. “Oh, God.”

Suddenly you pulled out and quickly turned the redhead around before picking her up and placing her on the counter, making her yelp in surprise. You took a hold of her legs, grabbing under her knees, and spread them wide apart.

Without giving her a chance to do or say anything, you roughly thrust in her again. One of her hands went behind her to keep herself up while the other flew to your t-shirt and gripped it tightly. “Oh my fuck! Yes! Just ruin my pussy.” She moaned out loudly, and you were sure that if someone was at the compound, they would hear her without a doubt.

You sped up your movements, going now at an animalistic speed as her head hung back with her eyes tightly closed and mouth wide open. “You like that? You like me being deep in you?” You husked out, keeping the redhead’s waist in a strong hold.

“Yeah.” She moaned out. “I love you being in me. Fucking me like this.” Her words were filthy, laced with lust as she screamed them out. Her sinful sounds hadn’t stopped coming out of her mouth even for a second. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop.” She moaned again and again as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Her words only spurred you on. Going harder and faster than ever, you were focused only on one thing - fucking her just like she wanted you to.

Her moans were getting more frequent and louder, filling up the space and bouncing off of the walls.

You moved one of your hands to her neck and wrapped it around it, causing Natasha to sharply inhale. Her hand flew to your forearm as you roughly kissed her. She eagerly reciprocated and when you licked her bottom lip, she immediately let you in, allowing your tongue to explore her mouth.

Not stopping your hips from moving, you were swallowing all her moans as your lips were moving against each other.

You pulled away only a little, both of you looking into each other’s eyes with you still keeping a hold of her neck, squeezing it lightly. “You gonna come again?” You mumbled against her lips, still pounding in the redhead mercilessly.

Her breasts were bouncing up and down with the force you were pounding in her and you leaned down to take her nipple in your mouth, sucking it and circling it with your tongue.

“Yes! I wanna come. Please, let me come.” She quickly babbled out, her eyes went closed at the feeling of your powerful thrusts and your hand around her neck with your wet mouth working on her bud.

You let go of her nipple with a pop and looked into her eyes. “Then come.” You said and after a couple more of your rough thrusts, Natasha screamed out your name, tightening her hold on your clothes and coming undone. Her head was hanging back as her mouth hung wide open with her mind being completely fuzzy.

You started slowing down your movements and helped her ride out her orgasm. You came to a stop, taking your hand away from her neck as she let go of your forearm, and waited for her to come down from her high as she breathed heavily. Her body was all sweaty and she surely was exhausted.

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You pulled out of her, making her let out a small moan at the feeling as you held her by her waist, not to let her fall back. She swallowed thickly, trying to catch her breath before opening her eyes and looking at you. “Fuck.” She breathed out, slowly regaining her composure.

Your faces were inches apart and you smiled teasingly. “You are lucky everybody’s out, cause they would hear you for sure.” You told the redhead.

She scoffed at your words but let out a chuckle right after. “Shut up.” She said giggling. She then took a look over you. “How is it that you’re still fully clothed and I’m fully naked?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

You smirked at her and she already rolled her eyes. “Cause you were so needy that I didn’t have time to undress.” You replied earning yourself a slap to your arm, making you chuckle.

“I wasn’t needy.” She denied it, but her face betrayed her. A genuine smile appeared on her lips.

You pulled away from her and helped her get off the counter before she started dressing.

You shoved your strap back into your pants and started cleaning the mess you two made. When you finished she was pulling the last piece of clothing on her body. As her t-shirt went down and covered her, her smile faltered a little when she looked at you.

You looked back in slight confusion. “What?” You asked Natasha not knowing the cause of her sudden change in mood.

She looked down at the floor and fiddled with the hem of her t-shirt a little. You came up to her and rubbed her arms. “What happened?”

Her head raised and she looked into your eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it right after. “What was it?” She asked finally as you stared at her.

“What was what?” You asked back, not looking away from her face.

She huffed out a breath with a slight annoyance in it, making you internally smirk to yourself. “Was it a one-time thing? You just fucking me, cause you had a chance? Or-” She started saying but cut herself off at the end.

Your lips tugged up a little at her hesitancy. “Or?” You asked teasingly but softly, dragging out the word.

Natasha rolled her eyes at you again and looked down at your t-shirt as her hand went to pick on it. “Or something more.” She said quietly, not daring to look at you.

You let a warm smile appear on your lips and it only was widening with every second. You reached for her chin with your hand and held it gently before moving her head up.

When you had her looking at you, you looked between her eyes and saw something you’d never seen before in them. Fear and vulnerability. “Do you want it to be something more?” You asked softly and noticed how her fingers fidgeted as she became a little nervous. “Cause I want it to be something more.”

At your words, she looked at you differently. She looked like she was searching for the tiniest hint of a lie. But it wasn’t there. And when she couldn’t find it, she just rushed her head forward and kissed you deeply with her hands landing on your face.

You kissed her back, making both of you smile so wide that kissing became impossible. “I take it as a yes.” You said when both of you pulled away and she chuckled, making you do the same. “Okay, let’s take a bath. Shall we?” You asked Natasha and she gave you a toothy grin in response with a nod.

“Yup, but you have to carry me.” She said and opened her arms for you to pick her up. You raised your eyebrows at her and she just looked back. “It’s your fault I’m tired and barely standing, so, chop-chop.” She said with a sweet smile and still waiting.

You shook your head, letting out a light laugh before picking her up bridal style, making her yelp a little. “Of course, ma’am.” You said making her giggle as both of you left the kitchen with wide grins on your faces.

Maybe arguing with Natasha wasn’t that bad after all.

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