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It was her own fault, really. She had known what she was doing. It had been a rush, honestly. Flirting lightly with the partygoers at Tony’s whatever-the-reason-was-this-time bash. Standing just close enough to make Bucky blush and then dragging him to the dance floor. Running her fingers through the sides of Carol’s freshly-cut hair. Worst of all, pressing a chaste kiss to Vision’s cheek at the bar, though neither her nor the android read it as anything but friendly.
Ignoring Natasha all night.
It had made her smirk into the rim of her glass, positively delighted at the jealousy she was sure to be stirring up within her girlfriend, judging by the heated stare she felt at her back. Natasha had eventually marched up to the bar, ripped the drink from her hands and downed it in one go, dragging the younger woman up to their room.
“You think you can just flaunt yourself all over the place? Huh? Ignore me?” The redhead had paused her attack on the brunette’s neck to breathe against her ear.
“I wasn’t doing anything, малышка.” She had smirked a bit at the way Natasha practically growled at the Russian term.
Now, however, Wanda did not find herself so smug.
Her dress was long gone- somewhere on the floor and probably ripped in several places. Natasha was on top of her, sucking bruises into her neck and chest that would last for days as her fingers traced maddening circles around the brunette’s clit. Wanda clawed at her back with one hand, using the other in an attempt to bring the redhead up for a kiss.
“Uh-uh, дорогой.” Natasha tutted, her voice dripping with an arousing mixture of sweet and disappointed. Wanda pouted up at the assassin as her wrists were gripped firmly. The older woman then pinned them down with one hand, just above the witch’s head. “You don’t get to touch. Not tonight.” Natasha warned with a squeeze to her now captured wrists, going back to lavishing Wanda’s neck and shoulders with kisses. It continued like this for what felt like ages, those skilled fingers applying too much pressure to her clit and yet not enough at the same time. It kept the younger woman maddeningly close to the edge. It seemed as if her torture would go on forever until Wanda loudly whimpered at a particularly harsh bite to her collarbone.
“What, принцесса?” The redhead chuckled darkly, soothing the newly-forming mark with her tongue. “How else am I supposed to show them all that you’re mine? Seeing as you act like just anyone can do this.” With that, two fingers entered her suddenly, and Wanda cried out loudly. Natasha began a rapid pace, curling her digits upwards with every thrust. “You think Vision, or Bucky, or Carol could make you feel the way that I do?”
“No! No, Nattie, I’m yours. Only you, малышка!” Wanda shook her head rapidly, tears pricking at her eyes. Nobody could come close to Natasha. Sure, she liked to stir the pot a bit, but she would never want anyone but her girlfriend. Never. She loved the redhead more than words could describe. Natasha was hers, and she was Natasha’s. Wanda wanted nothing more than to reach out and tangle her fingers into that fiery hair. She craved to feel the older woman’s skin under her hands- just to assure herself that she was really there. However, the assassin’s hold on her wrists was tight, and she would not be letting up any time soon.
“That’s what I thought.” Natasha sped up her pace, adding a third finger. Wanda tried her best to keep it her emotions in check, even if all she wanted to do was just hold and be held by the assassin. However, it was hard when she dropped this low into her sub mindset. Sometimes, her emotions became overwhelming. But she wanted to take it for Natasha. Be good for Natasha. Everything was for Natasha.
She loved Natasha so much.
“Parading around with everyone but me? Do you know how hard it was for me not to punish you right there on top of the bar? I bet you’d have liked that, with how much you seemed to want everyone else’s attention, шлюха.” The words were accompanied with a harder thrust, and Wanda couldn’t hold back the way her arms jerked against the redhead’s grip. It wasn't true. She didn’t want anyone else. She needed Natasha. The assassin only pressed her wrists further into the mattress, and Wanda let out an involuntary whine. She wanted to hold Natasha. She wanted to be close. Going into this, she had been looking to be punished. Craved the thrill of the redhead’s dominating hands on her body. But now, she just wanted to be wrapped up in her girlfriend’s comforting arms. She just wanted her Nattie. It was all too much.
“Well? Answer me, принцесс.” Natasha continued her brutal pace. The brunette tried to hold it together. She really did. But, when Wanda looked up at the older woman, she was still much too far away. Out of Wanda's reach. She couldn't take it anymore.
“Красный!” Wanda sobbed out, screwing her eyes shut and willing her tears to recede.
Красный. Their safeword. Red.
Red like the swirling, dangerous magic Wanda wished she could control.
Red like the blood perpetually dripping from Natasha’s ledger.
In an instant, the hand pinning her wrists was gone. The fingers pumping into her stilled and pulled out slowly, as to not shock the witch with a sudden cut-off. Wanda froze, eyes still shut, unwilling to move until Natasha told her she could. She may have used their safeword, ending everything, but it was hard to leave subspace so quickly.
“Wanda, darling?” The brunette’s eyes opened at the now soft, soothing voice, as well as the switch to English pet names. “You don’t need to wait for any orders anymore, baby. Move if you need to. It’s okay.” Wanda carefully drew her hands back down to her chest, hugging herself tightly without saying a word. It was not uncommon for her to lose the will to speak after an intense session.
“Can I hug you? Or do you want me to leave? I can go get you some water-” The concerned assassin was cut off by the younger woman practically throwing herself into her arms, burrowing her face into the crook of Natasha’s neck. She smelled the most of gunpowder and lavender there, and Wanda craved to be enveloped in her scent.
“Hey, hey, baby. I’ve got you.” The redhead quickly laid them down side by side, pressing gentle kisses to Wanda’s hair and tracing soothing patterns on her back. “You did so good, okay? So good. I love you so much, Wanda. You know that, right?” Wanda could only muster a nod against Natasha’s skin, basking in the feeling of the praise and finally being close to her girlfriend. They laid like that for a long time, the witch trying to calm herself. Wanda never wanted to leave the redhead’s arms. This was where she felt safe. This is where she felt the most loved.
“I’m sorry I went too far, love. I’ll pay more attention next time, yeah?” Natasha added between soft pecks and declarations of love, and Wanda quickly looked up at her eyes. Clearing her throat, she tried to explain.
“Not your fault, Nattie.” She breathed out, and watched as the redhead smiled a bit at the nickname. Wanda wouldn’t have used it if she were upset with her. “You didn’t go too far.” She rolled fully on top of Natasha, resting her chin against the assassin’s collarbone to look at her face.
“Then what happened, baby?” The older woman asked, adjusting herself to wrap her arms around the witch with their new positions.
“Just got overwhelmed…” Wanda averted her eyes, a bit embarrassed. “Because of how much I love you. No one else.” The brunette was sure her face was burning. Natasha simply tutted at her.
“Wanda.” She brought a hand up to scratch at the brunette’s scalp, pulling a satisfied noise from Wanda’s throat. It caused the younger woman to look back at her fully. “I love you more than you could ever know. Never be embarrassed about something like that. I know you only want me, and I will only ever want you. Promise.” Wanda only nodded in response, pulling herself further up the redhead’s body to rest her head in the crook of her neck. Natasha laid still, running her hands through the younger woman’s hair soothingly. Eventually, she shifted Wanda off of her and the brunette whined at the loss of contact.
“I just gotta get you some water, baby. You need to drink. Is that okay?” Came Natasha’s gentle voice. Wanda couldn’t help but smile a bit despite the urge to pout at the fact that her girlfriend would be momentarily leaving. Instead, she nodded into the pillow Natasha had previously been occupying, breathing in her scent. The redhead was only gone for a minute before she returned.
“Here, sit up.” She commanded tenderly, fluffing the pillows behind Wanda’s now-upright back as she handed the brunette a glass of water. “Drink this. I also brought some snacks if you want any.” A small packet of Ritz cheezy crackers was placed on the nightstand and Wanda beamed. Natasha hated the things, but Wanda had found a love for the American junk food.
“Thank you, Natasha.” She breathed out as the redhead settled into the space behind her, wrapping her toned arms around Wanda’s midsection and resting her chin against the brunette’s shoulder.
“Anything for you, love.” Came the genuine reply, the packet of crackers being opened for Wanda and laid in her lap. The witch reached for a handful, popping a few in her mouth before holding one up for her girlfriend.
“Want one, baby?” She teased, pushing the cracker towards Natasha’s tightly sealed lips. The redhead rolled her eyes, taking the offending snack from the younger girl’s hands and placing it back in the bag.
“You can have them all.” Was the reply Natasha settled on, peppering light, tender kisses along the brunette’s shoulder until the bag and water glass were both empty and forgotten. “I love you.” She finally finished, practically speaking it into Wanda’s skin as she guided them back down into a laying position, the assassin curled around the witch’s back. The younger woman sighed happily, grabbing the redhead’s hand to pull her closer and entwining their fingers together under the sheets.
“I love you too.” She let out into the air around them before the pair drifted off together.
Yes, Wanda loved when Natasha dominated her- when the redhead fucked her so hard she couldn’t even think clearly. She also loved when the assassin turned into her sweet, protective girlfriend at the drop of a hat- the moments like this, spent wrapped in each other’s arms.
However, Wanda mostly just loved Natasha.