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Wanda gasps, rounding the corner into another laboratory room of the building the Avengers are currently raiding. She sees Natasha, outnumbered three-to-one, and her heart rate spikes.
A single head-tilt later, and all of the enemies flop down to the ground.
Natasha breathes a sigh of relief when she sees her girlfriend’s red magic tendrils envelop their necks, and the cracks that follow are still harrowing but a sound she’s unfortunately familiar with. Her eyes and thoughts are relieved of those negativities, thankfully, when she sees Wanda walking over to her.
“Thank you, Detka,” Natasha whispers, bringing her girlfriend in for a kiss.
“You’re very welcome, honey,” Wanda smiles, hugging her beloved assassin tightly.
During this hug, however, she catches a glimpse - and a feel - of a tent forming right on her crotch. The Witch looks down with a cheeky expression, seeing Natasha’s boner perking up through her catsuit.
“Oh my, Dorogaya, look at you…” she mutters, gently tracing a finger over her girlfriend’s body.
Natasha chuckles, blushing at the featherlight touch as she hugs Wanda at her side, trying to coax her out of the room. “Can’t help it when I’m around you, baby. Come on, let’s-”
Before she can finish her sentence, Wanda has Natasha in her arms, bridal-style, and carries her over to a comfy chair. Natasha’s half-assed protests fall on deaf ears, as Wanda clearly has something in mind.
She gently places her girlfriend in the seat, kissing her cheek as she kneels next to her, rubbing the back of her gloved hand soothingly. She moves her hands up to the zipper of Natasha’s catsuit, gently tugging it down past the metal teeth, further and further.
Natasha whines softly, knowing she can’t stop Wanda - she doesn’t want to. “Detka, we’re on a mission…”
“I know,” Wanda nods. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” she says, making sure her eyes contact with her Russian’s deep green irises. “Your consent is all that matters to me.”
Natasha groans. Pure love and adoration for the woman on her knees in front of her, for one, and two… consent turns her on. The tent in her pants is getting tighter by the second, and she’s just desperately aching for Wanda to relieve her of it.
Wanda’s tugs on her zipper go past her boobs, and Natasha opens her suit up to reveal herself, keeping it on her shoulders but exposing her nipples to the cool Siberian air. Wanda unzips her past her tummy, gently kissing her abdomen, right above where she needs her…
And finally, Wanda gets to her pants, unzipping slowly and deliberately. Natasha husks out a deep sigh, wanting to urge her girlfriend to just get her mouth on her already… but she knows the consequences of that. There’s nothing worse than fighting with a throbbing erection her little witch will only tease her about until they get home…
Don’t ask her how she knows this.
Wanda finally frees her cock from its spandex prison, and she gasps in delight as it springs out, already wet and ready for her.
“Oh my goodness, Dorogaya,” Wanda gasps. “So wet and big, for me…?”
Natasha nods. “For you, baby. Anything for you.”
Wanda presses a featherlight kiss to her tip, wringing a beautiful moan from the Black Widow. Natasha’s moans have already messed her own underwear up… Fuck, Nat wasn’t even wearing underwear on this mission. That’s so hot to her.
“I’ll be quick,” Wanda winks up at her.
“Take your time,” Natasha assures the love of her life, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “I could stare at you on your knees forever. God, you look so pretty.”
Spurred on by Natasha’s sweet words, Wanda ensures that both of their comms are deactivated - and they are. Wouldn’t want anyone else to receive a free show…
The Sokovian slowly takes her Russian into her mouth, putting her lips around her girlfriend’s sensitive penis and sucking gently at the tip. Her sucks and kisses are slow, full of enjoyment, savoring this moment with the love of her life.
“Oh! Just like that, baby,” Natasha whispers, pinching her brow, desperately trying to keep her eyes open but failing as the pleasure washes over her. They just had sex last night, and she’s so worked up over Wanda again. Fuck, she’s whipped for her Sokovian. “You’re doing so good…”
Wanda hums against Natasha’s dick, her sucks growing louder by the second. She pops her lips off of Natasha’s cock, lowering her tongue to lick her from the base to tip, wringing another moan from her pretty Widow.
“So tasty,” Wanda smirks, pressing another kiss to her girlfriend’s tip before returning to her sucks, going deeper and deeper with every passing second.
Natasha finally opens her eyes again, looking down at the pretty witch between her legs and on her knees. She’s so mad she had to leave her phone back at the Quinjet, she needs photos of this.
“Oh, honey,” Natasha husks, feeling her tip touch Wanda’s uvula, marveling at how deep Wanda can take her now. “God, honey, I love you…” Her hand dances across Wanda’s brunette hair, gently thumbing through strands as she makes her way to the back of her head, guiding her where she needs her the most on her throbbing cock.
“S-Such a good girl… my good girl,” she pants.
Wanda moans against her cock at the praise. She feels the coil in her belly tightening with every suck and obscene, filthy slurps that Wanda makes sure reach her ears. Her feet start tapping instinctively on the ground, trying to hold on.
“W-Wands, I’m g-gonna cum…!” Natasha warns her, tears slipping down her cheek from how fucking good this feels. “Y-You better swallow, baby… Fuck, f-fuck!!”
Wanda doesn’t let up. She only goes further, taking Natasha as far back in her throat as she can without gagging - and thanks to her strap-on for practice, she can almost get all seven inches of her girlfriend’s cock inside her at once.
Natasha cries out, painting her mouth in hot ropes of cum that spurt out from her overstimulated head. Wanda nearly gags when the thick, creamy seed coats the back of her throat, but she stays firmly on Natasha, letting her empty her essence into her mouth for her to enjoy.
After that heavenly orgasm, Natasha's pants of exhaustion and bliss occupy the room as she fans herself with her free hand, keeping her left one on the back of Wanda’s head to rub and silently thank her. When the Witch milks the last drop of cum from her girlfriend, she finally pops her lips to release Natasha’s penis, giggling as a thin line of cum keeps them attached while she pulls back.
“Th-Thank you, honey,” Natasha whispers. “I needed that…”
Wanda smiles, coming up to sit on her girlfriend’s lap, her pants soaked through from her own release. She presses a wet kiss to Natasha’s lips, letting her taste herself. “You’re so welcome, honey. I love you so much.”
“I love you,” Natasha smiles, breathless as she holds Wanda in her lap. The Witch gathers up another droplet of cum from her head and brings her ring-covered fingers to the Russian’s mouth, letting her taste herself again. “Did you cum too?”
Wanda nods with a smile. “I can clean us up, don’t worry.”
Natasha chuckles, a little more husky than normal. “God, I love you… five more minutes, honey?”
“Do you really need to ask?” Wanda asks her, smiling as she feels Natasha’s hands drifting down to the zipper of her tight leather pants.
The boys can handle this mission on their own; just barely, but they’ll (probably) manage. The Widow and the Witch, very much in love and even more horny, have far more important manners to attend to.