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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.
“Is this ok?” she whispers when sliding the shorts down your legs, a quick ‘yes’ spilling from your lips. “You’re so beautiful Moya Lyubov,” her tone is low at your ear, making you groan before her fingers teasingly trace random patterns at your inner thighs. She can feel your hips twitching upwards, desperate for her touch making her smirk as she presses a hot, open-mouthed kisses at the juncture of your neck.
“Nat, please,” you sigh out, her just silencing you with her lips. You moan into the kiss when her fingers brush your clit, an innocent look in her eyes as she peers up into your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she playfully murmurs, you deciding to take matters into your own hands, flipping the two of you over so you were on top. Smiling down at her as you straddle her lap, she raises her brow at you, your body leaning forwards to claim her lips.
“You’re teasing,” you grumble to answer her question, your hands moving down her body, tracing the curve of her hips before pulling down her panties, moaning softly when you could feel they were already wet. “And we’re short for time so, why don't we make the most of it?” She clenches her jaw to bite back a groan when you move your hips so that your pussy is pressed against hers, the warm and slick feeling causing pleasure to flow through you both.
“Fuck,” she moans quietly when you grind your hips down against her, her hands moving to guide your hips as you start moving faster. “You feel so good,” she groans and it’s sinful the way she says those words. You clench around nothing at the way she looks up at you, arousal and heat burning through your body as you need to feel more of her.
“Natasha,” you moan, moving your hands to interlock with hers for support as your clits brush against each other, another lewd noise escaping her.
Soft moans and pants filled the room as you continued to grind against each other, Natasha’s hips moving up in time with yours, filthy sounds of your cores rubbing together mixing with the sinful noises escaping you both. It didn’t take long for you both to be on edge, Natasha’s head lolled back, sharp jawline exposed until you moved your face lower to pepper kisses along it, groaning against the skin when your hips ground down harder.
“I’m so close,” she sighs out sensually, her hands moving to tangle in your hair and tug your mouth back towards hers. She moans into your mouth at the intensity of the kiss as you pour all your love and passion for her in it, her hips twitching frantically under you.
“So am I,” you pant out against her lips, her fingers tightening their grip on your hair making you groan at the small pain mixing with pleasure.
“Come with me Moya Lyubov,” she rasps out, your body trembling against hers as your orgasm crashes through you. You crash your lips to hers desperately, muffling both of your moans as she also falls over the edge, her hips rolling against yours as you both ride out the aftershocks of your orgasms.
Your body rests on hers, forehead against hers as you try to catch your breath. Her lips meet yours gently once more, barely brushing them before pulling back, the soft sounds of breathing taking over the room. Fluttering your eyes open, a smile stretches across your face at the content expression etched on her face, a similar one taking over yours.
The moment is interrupted by the sound of your alarm going off, a displeased noise escaping you at the annoying noise. You smack the clock to shut it up, not too sure whether you broke it or just hit the stop button, and buried your face at the crook of Natasha’s neck, body melting against hers. “Good morning,” you mumble at her skin, the warmth of her body slowly lulling you back to sleep
“Good morning Moya Lyubov, but you have to get up now,” she whispers encouragingly, knowing today was an important day at the bookstore. Maria Hill, one of the most famous authors at the moment, had a new book coming out to which people had pre-ordered from your store, desperate to get their hands on it.
“I could just stay here,” you grumble, a sound of surprise leaving you when Natasha sits up with you in her arms, forcing you to get up as she gets out of bed. “That was rude,” she chuckles at the small pout on your face, kissing your forehead to make it disappear before walking into the bathroom and starting the shower.
“I’ll make it up to you in the shower,” she purrs out sultrily at the door frame, pulling her shirt over her head making you practically jump out of the bed, eager to join her.
Who cares if you were going to be a few minutes late opening up the shop?
***
“So I will see you tomorrow?” you say to Natasha as you start to head out of the front door in a rush, spending a little too long in the shower and now definitely going to be late to the shop.
“Tomorrow,” she confirms, passing you the keys to your car as you had forgotten them in your rush. You offer her a shy smile, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back.
“Say hi to Yelena for me,” you say while getting in your car as that’s where the redhead was off to later in the day.
“I will do,” she stands by your door, your window rolling down quickly as you say goodbye to her, the smile never leaving her face
“And be safe, no getting into trouble with Yelena,” you say in a faux serious tone, offering her a warning look to which she lets an angelic laugh out at.
“I can’t make any promises,” she teases, making you roll your eyes at her, knowing full well something would happen involving the redhead, her sister and a few vodkas. “I love you,” she says once you're ready in the car, bending down to kiss you once more through the rolled down window.
“I love you too,” you sigh back, smiling to yourself as you reverse out of the drive, thinking about the way her lips felt on yours on your way to the shop.
Natasha watched your car drive down the road, about to walk back to the house when she heard her name being called.
“Natasha?” Wanda called again, jogging a little from her front door to catch up with the other woman.
“Is everything alright?” the redhead asks as the older woman pants slightly.
“Oh yes, everything is fine,” she dismisses, allowing the worry to fade from Natasha. “I was just wondering if you could help me move a box from the basement to upstairs? It’s too heavy for me to lift on my own,” she explains, Natasha checking her watch and noting that she had plenty of time before she had to start getting ready to leave for Yelena’s.
“I can help,” she offers the older woman a kind smile, Wanda’s jaw clenching to hide the overjoyed expression that wanted to take over.
“Perfect.”
***
The creaking of the stairs echoed around the basement as Natasha walked down them, Wanda following behind as she guided Natasha on where she was going.
“The box is in the far left corner,” she explains, holding back a bit while Natasha ventures her way through the concrete room. Her eyes took in all the discarded toys that were the twins and other items littered on wooden shelves, the old furniture that seemed to be used once in a while for events and an array of cardboard boxes filled with various items.
“Is it just this one?” Natasha asks when she sees the large box in the corner, turning around to face the older woman when her body froze, fear taking over.
The green of Wanda’s eyes become empty, her hands clutching tightly the handle of an axe, a nervous chuckle escaping Natasha. This was just a joke, right?
“Wanda, what are you doing?” her tone is laced with fear, a shiver running down her spine when Wanda merely tilts her head, anger now evident on her face.
“You can't have her,” she says, a taut smile taking over her face as her eyes regain some life, danger and hurt swirling in them, “I won't let you take her from me.”
As Wanda takes a step forward, Natasha takes one backwards, the back of her legs hitting the cardboard box leaving her trapped in the corner of the room.
“What? I haven’t taken anything from you Wanda,” Natasha’s voice wavering as she keeps her eyes on Wanda’s knuckles bleeding white, her grip increasing along with her anger and insanity.
“You are the reason she’s not mine,” Wanda continues, ignoring the redhead’s confusion as she points the axe at her. “You are the reason I can’t have her and if I can’t have her, no one can.”
Wanda takes another step towards Natasha, conflicted emotions written across her face as she’s somewhat clueless about what was going on and terrified of Wanda.
“Who?” Natasha desperately sighs out, looking around the room to see if there was anything that could help her escape. There wasn’t anything useful nearby so she would have to settle on trying to talk Wanda out of this.
“Y/n,” at the sound of your name, Natasha’s face drops, confusion and hurt evident. Upon seeing the pain on Natasha’s face, the corners of Wanda’s lip pull up into a cruel smirk, “She’s mine.”
“Wanda…” The redhead loses her track of thoughts as she tries to comprehend what Wanda was saying, the older woman deciding to be sinister and make her suffer.
“She even said it,” Natasha’s jaw clenches as Wanda continued, her grip loosening on the axe as she torments the other woman. Despite the hurt consuming the Russian, she was still observant, noticing how Wanda’s fingers relaxed against the wooden handle. “I’m yours, your slut,” When Wanda imitates you, confirming what she feared, Natasha could physically feel her heart crack a little, burying the pain of it all like she used to do before she met you.
You wouldn’t do this. Would you? No, no you wouldn’t. You had been acting differently but… You loved her.
Right?
Those were Natasha’s thoughts as Wanda was within arms reach, taunting her with more words she shut out. She refused to believe what she was hearing, you wouldn’t hurt her like that. Wanda was just insane, clearly deranged as she held an axe by her side.
“She wouldn’t do that,” Natasha’s voice was adamant, and painfully so as you had done what Wanda said. Natasha was determined to block out all the doubts in her mind, but there was no way of preventing the twisting pain in her heart of her uncertainty.
“She did,” is all Wanda says as she smiles to herself, thinking about how you were fully hers when in the motel, too blissed out to even consider Natasha.
It was in that brief moment when Wanda was lost in thought that Natasha decided to capitalise on her lack of focus and shove the older woman as far as possible, knocking her over. While falling, the axe clatters to the ground, falling out of Wanda’s hands before she rushes to her feet as Natasha tries to run past her, catching her hair and pulling hard on it, a pained noise escaping the redhead. Wanda pulls her body back towards her before pushing Natasha into one of the shelves with force, her body roughly coming into contact with the wood.
Natasha’s desire to live was tragically overpowered by Wanda’s brutal desire to have you, the younger woman giving it her all as she fought back.
Natasha’s leg kicked back at Wanda, catching her with her boot and causing a groan of pain to leave the other woman, moving to push Wanda into a shelf this time. Wanda anticipated the move, manoeuvring out of the way and pushing Natasha into another one, her body colliding with a metal box that was on a shelf. A cry left her at the feeling of a rib cracking, fighting the tears that wanted to spill as she grabbed the box and swung it at Wanda.
She screamed in anguish when the metal of the box caught the side of her forehead, causing her to fall to her knees.
While Wanda was down, Natasha ran as fast as she could with the throbbing pain in her abdomen, staggering up the stairs to reach the door. Her hand clutched at her abdomen, her other hand reaching the rail to help pull her body up before pain lacerated her back.
The sound of a gut-wrenching scream reverberated around the room only to be quickly replaced by a disgusting squelch as the axe was ripped out of Natasha’s back. Her body became rigid with pain as red seeped out the glistening wound in her upper back, Wanda’s body buzzing with adrenaline as she watched the woman fall to the stairs and sob against them.
The sound of Wanda’s heavy breathing matched with the pounding of Natasha’s heart, the latter waiting apprehensively for her inevitable fate as she turned as best she could to beg the other for her life.
Wanda’s jaw clenched hard, her teeth violently grinding against one another as she stared into Natasha’s pleading emerald eyes. Regret didn't even cross Wanda’s mind as the bloodstained axe was raised in the air once more as she snapped.
Blood messily splattered against the walls while flesh was repeatedly shredded by the blade, Wanda’s breathing becoming ragged from the adrenaline coursing through her body. The crack of Natasha’s skull was deafening as it crunched under the force of the metal, crumbling apart as if it were nothing. Bone was brutally splintered like pieces of wood, flesh clinging to the axe as it was lifted into the air again, and again, and again until what was left was unrecognisable.
Crimson oozed down the stairs while the warm liquid coated Wanda’s body, a revolting noise echoing around the room as the axe was torn out of Natasha’s viscera for the final time. The aggressive pounding of Wanda’s heart filled her ears, the dripping of blood from the weapon going unnoticed as it stained the floor beneath her.
Emotion soon resurfaced in Wanda’s eyes as she stood frozen over what some wouldn’t even consider a corpse, too mutilated to be described as such a thing.
Shock rapidly followed, the metal of the axe colliding with the floor in a pool of crimson and rattling as Wanda’s hands quickly pushed her hair back in a stressed manner, only further smearing the blood that coated her body.
Detka, Look what you made me do.
I did this for you.
You.
You made me kill her.
You gave me no other choice.
She never deserved you.
She wouldn't kill for you.
I would.
I have.
That's how much you mean to me Detka.
Can’t you see it?
A series of unstable and unhealthy thoughts swarmed her mind as she lifted her foot to step over the mangled body, moving on autopilot as she made her way into the bathroom.
From there on what happened was hazy to Wanda, the sensation of water burning into her skin as the liquid was tainted red being one of the only things she could remember vividly. The rest of the clean up a complete blur as she was lost to her dark thoughts once more, utterly and terrifyingly consumed by you.
If you had loved me, this would never have had to have happened.
If you had loved me…
You never loved me.
***
Knocking on the door of the motel, you waited patiently outside until Wanda revealed herself, a smile taking over her face. You mirrored her expression, offering a shy, gentle one as you walked into the familiar room.
To say you hadn't thought about her today would have been a complete lie. Every time you had a small break from the customers your mind drifted to tonight. You were tired and exhausted from tending to the vast amount of people today and were in dire need of something to relax you, making tonight seem more appealing than you anticipated. Guilt gnawed at you slowly for the excitement, berating yourself for giving into your own selfish wants one more time but you were adamant tonight was the last time so, why not try to enjoy it?
You hated yourself for loving the way Wanda made you feel, hated the fact that, despite loving Natasha, you wanted tonight to happen before it all ended. You wanted one final night with Wanda whether you wanted to admit it or not.
“How was your day Detka?” she asks as she sits on the bed, inviting you onto her lap to which you do so, a little more hesitant than Wanda liked though. It seemed that despite wanting tonight, your guilt was still holding you back.
Stop holding onto her. She’s gone.
“Tiring,” you sigh out, your body tense in her lap as her hands drift up and down your body. You noticed the slightly rougher texture of her fingers, unknowing that she scrubbed them almost raw to remove the blood that stained her skin and creeped under her fingernails. Her eyes watched you intently, an indecipherable glint in them as you opened your mouth to say something before pausing, unsure of whether to say it or not.
“What’s wrong Detka?” her voice contains a little annoyance at your unsure state, wanting you to be completely in the moment with her.
“I just…” You're nervous under her gaze, your eyes looking away from her to which she guides your chin to face hers, forcing you to look at her. “I need you to know this is definitely the last time,” you whisper, her jaw clenching, “And I was thinking of telling Natasha-“
“What?” her voice was harsh as she interrupted you, confusion and anger swirling in her eyes, “Why?”
“I want to be honest with her,” your tone wavering, “I won't let her know it was you, I promise, Vision will never find out-“
“You swore you’d never tell,” she sighs out, looking away from you and letting out a heavy breath. “Let’s just talk about this later,” she mumbles, turning back to face you, “I want to enjoy one last night with you.”
You shyly nod your head, her lips meeting yours roughly, desperately trying to release her pent up frustration and anger. Her hands quickly drifted to your hair, threading through your locks and tangling her fingers in them, tugging your head where she wanted.
You moaned into the kiss at the small amount of pain, your hands cupping her face as she deepened the kiss. You were slow in your movements to begin with, the guilt of it all fading away as arousal took over, filthy words spilling from her lips to help you drift into your submissive headspace when with her.
Once you gained a little more confidence, your hands ventured down her body, nails digging into her back a little before she took you by surprise and flipped the two of you over, pressing you into the mattress.
Her front was flush against yours, the feeling of her knee at your core causing a low moan to escape you.
“Tell Mommy what you want from her,” she purrs near your ear, one of her hands moving to the base of your neck, applying a firm amount of pressure as you groan at the dominant action.
“I want you,” you sigh out, wanting her to make everything else go away for tonight. The guilt, the stress, the exhaustion from today, she could make it all go away and you wanted that. “I want you to make me forget everything but you.”
Wanda’s head moved away from your neck, tilting it inquisitively as her thoughts took over once more.
You don't want me. You want her.
You only want me for tonight. I want you forever.
Her hand squeezed a little harder, her eyes darkening a little more in a dangerous manner.
“You don’t want me,” she grits out, your brows furrowing at the sudden harsh tone of voice. “You never wanted me,” the pressure of her hand on your throat becomes uncomfortable, her switch in mood scaring you as your hands clutch at her arm, trying to ease her grip.
“Wanda,” you choke out, her grip never faltering as she stares into your fearful eyes, face slowly reddening due to her actions. “Please stop,” the other woman ignores your plea, her face clearly conflicted as she continued to choke you.
“You swore you’d never tell,” she says once more, your nails digging into her skin as you desperately try to stop her.
“I wont tell her,” your voice weak as you struggle for breath. You clawed at her arms to push her away, tears spilling from your cheeks at the pain of her actions.
“You can’t,” Wanda sighs out, confusion and the lack of air causing your mind to become fuzzy. “You can’t tell her but that doesn’t matter,” she eases her grip, allowing you to breathe a little as she’s still conflicted on what to do.
You're never going to want me.
You’ll hate me if you knew what I did.
I can't have you hating me.
“You’ll hate me,” she mumbles to herself before making a decision, her grip suddenly increasing making you cough at the sheer amount of pressure she applies to your throat, blocking your airways.
“You swore on your life,” your head goes lightheaded, your mind not able to process what was going on as you drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness, Wanda ignoring that as she continues to talk to you, needing to express and try to justify her actions to herself. “This is all your fault,” tears brew in her eyes as your eyes flutter shut, your body shutting down from the lack of oxygen as she leaves you to die in her arms. “You should have loved me. Me,” she exclaims with a distraught tone, completely lost to insanity.
“You should have loved me,” she sobs out again, her heart breaking at what she had done, your arm falling from hers onto the bed, pulse having stopped under her fingertips. Her hands shake as she releases your neck, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as fresh tears spill down her cheek. “I never wanted to hurt you but you- you made me do this,” her voice shakes as she just stares at your lifeless body, her heart twisting painfully at the sight.
“I’m sorry Detka,” she whispers, leaning to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering as she lets out a pained whimper.
Why didn’t you just love me?
After drowning in her thoughts, Wanda pulls away from you once she regains some sort of control over herself, wiping the tears from her cheeks before climbing off your body, standing shakily on her feet to leave the room as she can’t face what she’s done. Her body pauses at the door though, her head turning to look at the still body on the bed,
“You’re mine forever now. I love you Dorogaya.”
—
‘Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
Yes, two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
Yes, two can keep a secret if one of us is dead’