Secrets

If I Can't Have You, No One Can

Warnings: Soft smut and slightly rougher smut, Graphic Depictions of Violence, murder, dark thoughts, guilt, Heavy angst. Hurt no comfort.

Please consider these warnings before reading.

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Y/N?

Yes, Wanda

I have something I want to ask you, but

You have to promise never to tell anyone

I promise

Do you swear on your life?

I swear on my life

Would you be interested in having an affair?

Pinching the bridge of her nose, a deep, heavy sigh left Wanda's lips, her mind swimming with thoughts. She saw how guilt-ridden you were about the whole affair, knowing that after tonight you definitely weren't going to risk being with her again. One of her biggest fear was that you would tell Natasha what had happened between the two of you as she could tell that the secret was eating you alive. She couldn't have anyone else finding out. Not Natasha. Not Vision. No one.

Walking towards the window, Wanda had one last look towards your house, a disappointed noise leaving her once seeing the curtains were still firmly shut, not even a small gap for her to look through.

You can't leave me Detka. I can't lose you.

Closing her own curtain, she walked away and sat on the edge of her bed, placing her head in her hands. Wanda was adamant about keeping you and your secret, but how was she going to get rid of Natasha? Endless ideas ran through her mind, only snapping out of her spiral of thoughts at the sound of the twins, realising they were up and getting ready for school. She would have to find a solution later.

I wont lose you Dorogaya.

***

"Moya Lyubov," hummed a soft and gentle voice, their lips pressing against your cheek as you let out a sleepy groan. "Come on, wake up for me love," Natasha continued, your head pressing further into your pillow as the redhead leaned over your body, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I have a surprise for you..." she whispers at the shell of your ear in a low tone, your eyes fluttering open, glancing over to the bedside table for the time.

Natasha had woken you up half an hour before your alarm, a small groan leaving you at being denied sleep before that turned into a sensual sigh at the feeling of her lips at your neck.

"A surprise? At this time?" you murmur out, rolling onto your back and letting her climb above you, her legs straddling your waist. "I wonder what it could be," your eyes stare up into her enamoured green, a teasing and lust-filled glint shining in them.

"Have a guess," she purrs, letting her lips meet yours softly, a quiet moan escaping you at the intimacy of the moment. Your hands thread through her red hair, keeping her close and deepening the kiss, her tongue dominating your mouth.

"A puppy?" you sigh out jokingly when she pulls back from the kiss, your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She rolls her eyes at you, her fingers tracing your jawline before travelling down to your neck, hand ghosting the base of your neck as she rests it there.

"Not a puppy," she mutters out, "But I could get you a collar," your cheeks immediately redden at that, a chuckle leaving her lips at your flustered state.

"Shut up," you grumble, pulling her back down for another kiss which she smiles into, you inevitably doing the same. Natasha laughs once more before letting her hands drift down your body, her lips relentless against yours while her fingers slide under the waistband of your sleep shorts. "Fuck," you sigh out when her teeth bite down on your lower lip, her moving her kisses to your neck.