𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐍.𝐑-𝐖.𝐌

𝐎𝐧𝐞 - 𝐒

Natasha walked into Wanda's apartment, her trailing behind Wanda. They had both just gotten back from Maria's House, where Wanda had spent the last half of the teasing Natasha relentlessly. Not only had she been whispering dirty things in her ear, but she had also had Natasha straddling her in a seemingly "innocent" make out session.

She had started to grind into nat over and over again, until she finally got off of her grumpily, leaving her chuckling.

"Wanda I'm gonna go take a shower," Natasha said as she slid her leather jacket off your arms and set it on the kitchen counter. She took her own jacket off. She walked up to her and rested her hands on her chest. "Care to join me?"

"Not right now princess, I'm tired," she replied. Nat pouted and whined. "Hey! Don't do that, I didn't say at all, I said not right now," she said, scolding her. She huffed and turned to walk away. She slapped her ass as ger walked off, smirking. "Love you."

"Love you too!" Nat called from down the hall.

She stepped under the warm water and sighed in content. However, her thoughts instantly went to the last time she and Wanda had shower sex, which didn't help her currently sexually frustrated state. How she pushed her against the wall, ramming into. How she ran circle after circle over her clit with her thumb, making her moan her name louder and louder until she were screaming.

Nat let your eyes flutter shut as she remembered the feeling. Her own fingers slid down between her legs and rubbed over her clit. The throbbing between her legs was becoming intense and she needed to ease it. It wasn't working though. Sighing, she finished her shower routine and climbed out.

After getting dressed, she went into the living room. Wanda was sitting on the couch, feet resting in the coffee table. She was watching one of her favourite movies. She sat beside her, her legs over Wanda's. Her eyes glanced up her bare legs, her bright blue panties, and the t-shirt that covered her braless chest. She raised an eyebrow at Nat, smirking before turning back to her movie.

"Hey, Wands?" Nat said in a sing-song voice, tracing circles on her shoulder.

"Yeah, princess?"

"You wanna...you know...mess around?" Nat asked hopefully. She glanced at her.

"Not now princess, my movie's got like twenty minutes left, then we can." She groaned but leaned against the arm of the couch. Nat did wait, for a good five minutes before the throbbing grew more intense, to the point where she were shifting her position every few seconds just to stay comfortable.

"What are you doing?" Wanda asked after the fourth time she moved.

"It's uncomfortable," she whined, She sighed and looked at her.

"C'mere," she beckoned her over. Nat excitedly straddled her. She grabbed her left leg, confusing Nat. She placed it between her own and pushed her onto her left thigh. Nat jumped at the sudden feeling. "Here," she smirked, "figure it out."
She glared at her as she went back to her movie.

"I'm gonna look stupid," Natasha complained.

"No, you won't. Now please princess, let me finish this movie and then I'll fix your problem okay?" She kissed her. "Either wait or figure this out." Nat really didn't want to wait, so she lowered herself onto Wanda's thigh, jumping again at the feeling. She sighed, pressing onto her harder, a moan escaping her lips. Wanda smirked and shifted so she could look over her shoulder at her movie. Natasha started to rock her hips back and forth, head tilting back at the feeling. Her fingers dug into Wanda's shoulders as she sped up her grinding.

"Oh fuck.." Nat moaned loudly.

"Quiet down princess, I can't hear my movie."

Natasha groaned angrily but quickly silenced herself with her hand when Wanda looked up at her in warning.

It was growing increasingly difficult to keep quiet as she rubbed herself against her leg. The feeling of rough denim against her thin panties, pressed flush against her swollen clit was driving her insane. Wanda could see how riled up she were, faced flushed, head tilted back, thighs begging to be touched...man was this turning her on.

She still wanted to tease nat though, so she flexed her thigh multiple times making her cry out. She were so lost in ecstasy that she didn't even notice her hands creep up to her hips, pulling her onto her leg, pushing nat towards her high.

"Oh my God," She  whined, biting down on the hand meant to muffle her moans. "Son of a bitch," Natasha moaned, trying to muffle her increasing pleasure. Wanda had completely lost interest in her movie, eyes watching Natasha's face as her head tipped back, moans escaping her lips. The hand meant to stifle her moans had fallen to grip onto her shoulders as her pace quickened.

Her hands trailed from Nat's thighs to her hips, where she helped her grind into her harder. She couldn't help but gently pushing her legs together as she watched Natasha fall apart.

Nat were completely lost in her own world of pleasure, absolutely oblivious to what was going on around her. When Wanda's lips suddenly trailed down the length of her throat, she moaned loudly, completely forgetting why she were doing this in the first place. She quickly found her sweet spot, sucking at the soft skin above her collarbone. Her large hands reached around to cup her rear.

"I'm close..." Natasha whined,  "Oh god...so close." Wanda could feel her motions growing weak, so she lifted her leg up to meet her clothed core.

She could tell she just needed a little more prompting and she'd be there. Nat tangled her brunette locks in her fingers as she sighed heavily. Her hips rocked back and forth on her thigh faster as she reached her peak.

Right as she were about to fall over the edge, Wanda slid a hand in between Nat's leg, pressing onto her clit, hard.

"Holy shit!" She shrieked. "Wanda!" She held onto her for dear life as she came, riding out her high against her hand.

She whimpered as she collapsed into her. There was only a minute of serenity before Wanda shot up, wrapping her legs around her waist.

"You should do that more often," she smirked. Reaching her bed, she dropped her down, giggling. Then, she slammed the door behind her.