The Sweetest Seduction- Natasha x Wanda x Reader one shots

Kiss Me Wanda x Reader

New Years Eve

Y/N POV-

I watch as Wanda waits by the door for her date, her features holding nothing but disappointment as the minutes go by. I decide it'd be better if I mind my business and head to the living room, with no plans of my own I leave the TV on as background noise. The sound of laughter coming from the sitcom is silenced by my thoughts.

I'd forgotten to tell Wanda how beautiful she looked in her dress, it was something I did a lot. Before every date, I made sure she knew just how perfect she was, and I never missed a date until now.

I had no intention of forgetting; in fact, I'm lying when I say I forgot because the honest truth is I chose not to tell her.

I chose not to stand in front of the girl I'd risk everything for, my best friend, platonic or not, my soulmate and tell her she looked beautiful just as she was about to leave with her boyfriend.

Not too long after I'd sat down, she walks in, curling up next to my side, no longer in her dress, her head on my shoulder.

"You wanna talk?" I say quietly as I pull my blanket over her.

"There's not much to say," she says softly.

"He didn't show?" I ask even though I know. These boys never treated her right.

She shakes her head, "no."

The TV lights up her face in the dimly lit room, her eyes are glossy and tired, so clearly drained. I place my hand on her head as I play with her hair, my nails gently tracing over the edge of her face.

"I know it's unfair, but I wish you knew how it feels," she says quietly.

I do know how it feels.

"He doesn't deserve you, Wanda."

"That's easy for you to say, you don't know how this feels... have you ever been in love?"

I breathe heavily as I try to calm down my emotions "yes."

She looks up at me almost shocked that I had been in love before. "You never told me?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I never told anyone."

"How did you know... how did you know you loved them?" she asks as she sits up to look at me, her eyes locked on mine. I smile even despite the tears that roll down my cheek "When it hurt me more when someone else broke her heart than when she broke mine."

She looks over me as she tries to piece things together in her mind. "When... Y/N when did all of this happen?"

I get up from the sofa and head out the doors to the balcony, desperate for some fresh air. She follows behind me. "Who?" she asks as she stands in front of me. She knows it's her, I can see it in her eyes.

"You know who."

"Just say it."

"Wanda please don't make me."

"Come on Y/N just say it."

"What you want me to tell you that you're the girl I've loved for as long as I can remember the girl with the boys falling for her left right and centre?" I scoff.

"Do you honestly think I would've dated any of those guys if I had known that you loved me back?"

I pause, I can hear the faint cheers of people in the background and the crash of fireworks above my head "What do you mean loved you back?"

"Do you know how many times I stood in front of you in a dress as you told me I looked beautiful and I waited for you to tell me not to go, all I wanted was for you to just do something but let me go and you always let me go so I just... I just stopped hoping you'd ever feel anything for me."

"Wanda," I whisper as I stand closer to her.

"Kiss me," she whispers. I nod my head as my lips meet hers, my bottom lip between hers, her teeth biting gently as she pulls away. Her eyes dark fuelled with lust, she walks me further back until I can feel the cold metal railing against my back. She kisses down my jaw to my neck, her hands grip my waist as I lace mine through her hair.

She kisses her way back up to lips again, taking my breath once more with the softness of her lips tangled with mine. "Happy New Year," she sighs. I nod my head "Happy New Year."

I look up at the fireworks above my head "any wishes?"

She nods her head "yeah."

"Do you want to tell me?" I ask softly.

"I think I'd rather if I just showed you."

A/N- 2 DAYS and about 3.5 HOURS until I post the FINAL of THE AFFAIR WITH MY PROFESSOR