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As soon as the profuse sweating began and irritation raced through her body at the smallest thing that usually she wouldn't even blink an eye at, she knew. Knew that the next week or so was going to be hell. Well maybe not completely. She brushes the thought aside.
She was currently in the middle of overseeing some training of the new recruits who were not only scared shitless of her, but also sporting egos bigger than Tonys. That never failed to amuse her when they got put in their place. Which was pretty often actually.
Lunch break wasn’t due for another two hours, and besides that, she didn’t have the faintest clue where Wanda was.
Wanda. They weren’t anything but they were something and nearly everyone on the team had something to say about it…to Wanda. They never said anything to Nat due to the way she treated similar nonsense like the last time she had a heat partner. And that? Well that was definitely all they were. Wanda was an Alpha and she was available and their heat and rut cycles were only a week apart.
Two back to back weeks of pleasurable vacation? There are worse things she has had to take vacation for in the past years. But alas, seeking out Wanda after this training session was the absolute first thing she was going to do, no questions. Besides, maybe take a shower. She didn’t like feeling dirty.
It seemed, however, like Wanda had other plans. Secretly Nat suspected that Wanda had her cycle written on her calendar inside her room, but she really knew that she had only her own. They had just been doing this long enough with their schedules unchanging. Wanda came wandering into the training room an hour later, face in a controlled neutral.
The redhead gives her a nod in greeting and she takes her place by Nat’s side. She was a few inches taller than Nat, so she had to tilt her head up slightly to look at her. The trainees don't pause their exercises, finally using their brains for once.
Wanda opens her mouth to speak and her slightly husky voice, accent thick, sends a pool of heat straight down to Natasha’s thighs. “A few of the recruits mentioned you being extra irritable today?”
Natasha sighs heavily. “Where did you hear that from?”
“If I tell you, are you going to go after and threaten them?” Wanda asks, head tilted. Natasha doesn’t give her a response. She liked to think that she was usually nicer than Steve or Bucky when training the recruits. She opts for a shrug instead and Wanda hums knowingly. “How bad is it?”
“It’s barely started,” she hums in response. One of the recruits has stopped to watch them, and she gives him and icy glare until he gets back to work. Wanda gives her an amused look. Her scent is intoxicating, and the longer she stands near Natasha, the harder she finds it to focus.
Warmth continuously pools in her lower belly, and she begins to sweat some more. “You should probably leave,” she mutters to Wanda, glad she remembered scent blockers this morning. She didn’t need or want a bunch of untrained idiots drooling all over her scent.
“You could slip out at lunch? I’m sure someone wouldn’t mind covering for you,” she suggests calmly, eying the recruits and presumably the sweat trailing down Natasha’s temple. It suddenly felt about twenty degrees hotter in the gym.
“No- I want to finish this. Just a little more freedom…” It wasn’t a secret that Nat hated her biology. Hated that it made her incapacitated for more than a day, just to become a sex crazed hooligan. Out of all the things the Red Room took from her, her instinct to function clearly wasn't a problem to them. But her uterus and any ability to have children? Ugh.
“Hmm.” Wanda purses her lips in disapproval. “Why don’t we have lunch together?”
This was a nicely wrapped up subtle way to ask if Nat could scent her. That was always fifty-fifty when it came to her. It could either keep her heat sated and hold her over until five tonight, or it would fuel her heat even more. She’s torn on the matter. If worse came to worst she really could find someone to cover for her…
“Okay,” she finally decides. Wanda gives her a fleeting smile before finally showing her mercy and heading out. Over the next hour Natasha does her rounds, trying to distract herself from what's waiting for her. She is steadily deteriorating by lunch and as soon as the last recruit leaves the room she hightails it out to find Wanda.
She finds her in their normal spot, a book in one hand and a mug of presumably tea in the other. As soon as Natasha steps foot in the room she puts the book down. “Your blockers aren’t working nearly as well as they were.
Natasha sits next to her on the little side table as Wanda sips from her cup. “Yeah well, I’ve been preoccupied.”
"Hmm,” she says, setting her mug down. She stands, getting right in front of Nat, who hooks her in with one of her legs. She waits for permission before resting her nose against the scent gland in Wanda’s neck and inhaling deeply. Her body seems to relax nearly instantly as the smell, spices and something akin to open campfire flames. She sighs, feeling the steady rise and fall of Wanda’s chest.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, taking one last lungful before pulling back. She almost wished they had longer than fifteen minutes. Wanda’s scent always left her craving more of it.
Wanda smiles softly down at her. “You want me to stop by tonight?”
Natasha mulls it over for a few seconds. “How about I just let you know?” Her smile is tight. Typically people in her quarters make her uncomfortable, heat or not. But she knew they couldn’t go to Wanda’s place. She shared a double-roomed flat with her brother. Safe to say Natasha wasn’t all that fond of him.
“Sure,” she responds, taking a seat once again and taking up her tea once again. “You know how to reach me.” Natasha nods and hurries out the room and back to her training session.
The hours seem to drag and Nat continues to get more and more bored and equally as frustrated. Wanda’s scent was working fine to keep her heat at bay earlier, but now even just the thought of her sends a wave of wetness to her panties.
Even the trainees can tell something is off and she notices them treading increasingly careful around her. This drives her insane and so when five o’clock sharp rolls around, she dismisses them promptly and gets on her way to her own flat.
The first thing that happens is she showers. Washes off all of the slick and sweat that's accumulated throughout the day. The next thing she does is call Wanda over. A simple text accompanied with a flattering picture of cleavage in the shower.
She makes sure everything is taken care of in the time she has before Wanda arrives, checking them both in for heat leave, eating a snack, and even giving into her urge to make a nest for them. She doesn’t often nest, hating how it makes her feel more in tune with her omega needs. The doctors in this place often told her how unhealthy it was. But besides that, the Red Room used to punish her for it. For that and most other traits she displayed.
Her heats were reserved for the higher ups. Hence why she was pretty hesitant to even start her partnership with Wanda. She's forced from her memory moments later when she gets a knock on her door. She gets up from her spot on the bed, warmth rushing down between her legs as she gets a taste of Wanda’s scent.
Natasha had only a pair of tight shorts and a loose t-shirt over her raunchy matching bra and panty set. She opens the door, tugging Wanda inside and shutting it. She's inhaling her scent from the gland in her neck, pinning her against the door, as soon as it shuts. For the first time since lunch, she doesn’t really mind how her panties are probably now ruined by the amount of slick she just released into them.
She pulls back to see Wanda nostrils flaring as she picks up the smell of it, her hazel eyes darkening. Natasha feels as though her clothes are sticking to her, confining her. She feels suffocated in them.
So, she leans up to catch Wanda in a fierce kiss, Wanda’s hands now gripping her waist, pulling their bodies flush together. When she finally decides to break the kiss, she gently pulls on Wanda’s lower lip with her teeth, looking up at her through her lashes.
She never liked how out of control she felt, but she knew that Wanda wouldn't take advantage of her that way. She really liked that trait of hers. Wanda inhales shakily, running her hands up underneath Natasha's shirt and over her back, her ribs. She begins to kiss down Natasha’s throat, sucking on her scent gland which makes Natasha weak, slumping up against her. “Please..” she whispers.
Wanda moves her hands back down to Nat’s waist, forcing her back to the bed and into the heart of her nest. Surprise registers on her face but it is gone as quickly as it came. Natasha’s thighs press together, rubbing against each other to hopefully give her the friction that she so craves.
She can already feel Wanda’s dick making an appearance as she hastily removes the redhead's outer clothing. She reveals a black set, lace, and Wanda doesn't hesitate to cup her breasts, thumbs pressing over her nipples through the thin material. Natasha arches up into her hands, keening for more. “Wanda..!” She snaps, hooking her leg over Wanda’s back to grind their hips together.
All her inhibitions are gone, she can feel Wanda unclipping her bra, putting her mouth on her breasts. She’s so close, her body feeling as though it's burning up. Wanda seems to sense her closeness, pulling back right as she’s on the edge. Natasha nearly snarls at her, opening her mouth to cuss her out.
She isn’t able to get a word out, Wanda already in the process of taking off her ruined panties and discarding them to the floor. A loud moan escaped her lips as Wanda presses her warm mouth to Nat’s engorged clit, her face smearing with Nat's slick. Her head falls back against the pillows as Wanda sucks hard on her, her jaw slack with bliss.
She reaches down to grip Wanda’s hair tightly, not allowing her to pull back for even a second. While the pressure is wonderful, she still craves more, needing that first orgasm more than anything right now. She whimpers as Wanda senses her need, slipping two fingers into her dripping cunt, curling them at just the right spot.
It doesn’t take long for Natasha to fall apart underneath of her, spewing profanities in Russian as her hips buck up off the bed. Wanda eases her through it, pinning her hips down with her forearm. The reprieve from the intense heat of her body doesn’t last more than a few seconds. The pleasure of the last orgasm has already started to fade, leaving Natasha scrambling to pull Wanda up to her.
She kisses her, tasting herself on Wanda’s lips. She attempts to tug off Wanda’s pants, but she can't quite get the buckle from this angle. It works her up even more until her fingers shake and Wanda has to push her back so she can strip herself.
Natash watches, eyes trained on her as she gets rid of all her offending garments. She nearly starts to salivate at the sight of Wanda’s bulge through her underwear. She accidentally lets a whine slip from her mouth, causing Wanda to let out a small amused laugh.
“So needy aren't you?” She teases gently, opting to leave her underwear on, much to Natasha’s irritation. She was about ready to take them off with her teeth. “Can’t have that can we?”
“W-wanda..” she pleads, sitting up on her knees. She tries to manipulate the situation, eyes pleading, but Wanda pays no mind.
She caresses her face, brushing back a still damp curl behind her ear. Nat’s face feels instantly cooler and she leans into the touch. “Don’t worry darling, we have plenty of time…” Her hand makes its way underneath Natasha’s chin, tilting her head up in the slightest and having her move forwards to meet her at the edge of the bed.
By the way Natasha is probably going to have stained sheets, she doesn’t nearly feel the same. Wanda repositions her hand, pressing her thumb against Natasha’s lips, prompting her to open her mouth. “You know my rules, yes?”
She did know Wanda’s rules. But that didn’t mean she had to really like them, did it? She nods anyway, taking her thumb into her mouth and sucking on it lazily. Wanda gives her a look of approval, her other hand reaching down to fondle one of her nipples again. Nat nearly forgets her task at the contact, but promptly rights herself. She just had to get through Wanda’s little ‘games’ before she could have what she wanted.
She didn’t necessarily dislike them though…
Every touch that Wanda gave her went straight to her dripping pussy, her thighs coated in a mixture of slick and cum that might disgust her later. But now? She couldn’t care less as long as Wanda was touching her anywhere! She pants, eyes trying to plead with Wanda. “Such a good girl,” she praises, allowing her hand to trace along her abs and down to her clit. She slides a single finger in, not even bothering to gather the slick with it, and curls it up against the spongy spot on her inner walls.
Natasha keens, trying to press herself closer to Wanda. She didn’t like when she had to be patient. Always after the first time she came. A slow build up to the second one. Her cunt was aching for Wanda the longer she sat there idle.
She’s so desperate for anything, she nearly finishes right after Wanda begins. The brunette pulls her thumb away from Natasha’s mouth, bringing the hand down to rub Nat’s clit. That's all it takes for her to dissolve into another, leaning forwards, head to Wanda’s chest. She moans her name, hand resting on her lover's waist while she rides out the waves.
She opens her mouth to speak but doesn’t trust herself to speak quite yet. Wanda notices. “What is it? Use your words.”
Her voice sends several spikes of arousal through her body. As much as she wants to deny it, she really can't get enough of that accent. “I-” she clears her throat, “You. I want you inside of me. I need you. Please,” she mutters huskily, her eyes are set on Wanda, watching her very intensely.
Wanda looks down at her, lust dancing in the depths of her eyes. “Hmm,” she starts, the single word grating on Natasha's nerves. She looks about ready to pull Wanda down patience be fucked. She reaches forwards, tugging Wanda nearer by her waistband. Wanda laughs in response, a light and airy sound. “Easy darling.”
Natasha fixes her with a glance that was meant to be commanding, but due to the circumstances she isn’t sure how successful she is. She pushes Wanda’s underwear down her thighs, allowing her member to spring free. It's a decent size - Nat’s seen bigger..and smaller - but it’s never too much or too little and she appreciates that.
She gets to work almost immediately, taking the head into her mouth and sucking on it, her tongue running along the underside. She can hear a sharp inhale fill the room and she slowly starts taking more and more inches. Her hand fondles her balls as she works her way down, swallowing around her dick as soon as she meets the end.
A quick glance up shows Wanda’s head slightly tilted back, eyes shut and teeth caught loosely between her teeth. She purrs, bobbing her head on the alpha’s dick, using her hand to show attention to the spaces she can’t get with her mouth.
The brunette is letting little whines and moans slip from her mouth every so often, Natasha even hears her name a few times. It turns out that Wanda was just about as worked up as Nat, as it doesn’t take long for her to finish into Natasha’s mouth. She swallows it all, keeping eye contact with the alpha as she does so. A shiver racks the brunette's body and she pets Natasha’s hair gently. “Such a good girl aren’t you?”
Those words are one of her few weaknesses and Natasha has practically melted into a puddle at that point. She kisses the tip of Wanda’s already hardening dick and then lets herself get pulled up into a searing kiss. Her hips find Wanda’s and she has to go up on his tiptoes to grind against her.
It's a little uncomfortable, but the friction is worth it, she decides, letting herself get lost in the pleasure and Wanda’s kiss.
Wanda allows this to go on before breaking the kiss and gently pushing Natasha back down onto the bed. The redhead's eyes are pleading as Wanda positions herself above her, lining her dick up with Nat’s entrance. “Are you ready for me darling?”
“Do you even have to ask,” she shoots back, hooking her legs around Wanda’s waist and pulling her down and inside of her. She realises she shouldn’t have been so aggressive about it right after. Because despite how much of an absolute mess she is, she typically doesn’t take anything up her cunt normally except for during her heats. Too many painful memories and equally as painful coping mechanisms.
Even now, through the haze of her heat and the burn of the stretch, she fights down a wave of panic. Wanda senses her panic, gently stroking her hair and not daring to move an inch until she relaxes. Natasha holds onto Wanda’s wrist to ground herself, as soon as the feeling of nausea passes she forces her muscles to relax with a sigh. “Okay. It’s okay.”
Wanda still takes it slow, easing herself in and out slowly at first. She busies her mouth at Natasha’s neck and breasts. Natasha moans, reaching her own hand down to rub circles on her clit. Her head tilts back, allowing much more access for Wanda, who leaves mark with abandon, not worrying about leaving marks. Natasha’s sped up healing factor would take care of those before the end of the week.
She soon finds herself at Natasha’s scent gland, breathing in her pine and cashmere scent. Natasha’s scent intoxicated her, and she’d be lying if she wasn’t at least a little into the older omega. Spending their cycles together seemed to be the highlight of her month nowadays. Wanda often found herself craving Nat’s touch and scent at random hours of the night.
She had always figured that her little crush would die with her, but sometimes she liked to let herself pretend. Even as dangerous as that was. She puts her mouth to the gland, right where she would bite if they were to be mated, sucking over the spot. Natasha tenses up nearly imperceptibly and relaxes just as fast. She knows that Nat would shove her off and outright tell her to fuck off if she had crosses a boundary. But from the mewling sound that escapes Natasha’s lips, she knows she hasn’t.
She can feel Natasha contracting around her length and she can’t hold back from moaning her name. Natasha lets out something akin to a squeal as her body arches and she cums around her. Wanda’s hips stutter as she comes as well. Her knot has slowly been beginning to form, the pressure right at the base of her hips increasing feverishly. But despite Natasha’s wanton moans, Wanda could nearly taste the discomfort that was emanating from her.
Natasha growls underneath her as Wanda pulls out of her, but stops as soon as she flips them over. As soon as Natasha gets on top, she lines up her slick cunt and sinks down onto Wanda’s cock. Wanda’s hands find her hips as Nat bouches almost aggressively, her tits bouncing and giving Wanda a pleasant eyeful. Her discomfort is nearly gone at the position change.
Natasha continues to try and sink down onto Wanda’s knot, whimpering and moaning with ecstasy. Her frustration mounts soon when it doesn’t sink in and Wanda is quick to release calming pheromones. Her hands find Natasha’s hips and try to push her down with more force.
When she finally pops her knot into Nat’s cunt, a feral cry is drawn from the aforemention’s throat as she collapses on top of Wanda. Wanda moans her name in wonton, releasing her load into Natasha’s willing body. They both know she can’t get pregnant and they take advantage of it every single time.
Natasha lazily rolls her hips, trying to prolong her orgasm even the slightest bit. It works, and Natasha is thrown into another eye rolling orgasm to tide her over even longer. It takes her a few minutes before she decides to open her mouth and talk. Her voice is gravelly and still full of post-orgasm floatiness.
“I…I don't want you near my scent gland,” she winces as if the words are hurting her, but it feels like a bucket of ice water has been dropped over Wanda’s head. She almost wishes she could get up and hide, but with the knot they're going to be stuck here for a while. Natasha kisses her lips gently, as if to soften the blow. Wanda hates her for it.
“Okay,” she whispers against her lips as nonchalantly as possible. She doesn’t nearly have as good a grip on her pheromones as Nat though, and she is sure Natasha can feel her rejection. She drags a hand along Nat’s hip, able to feel her still panting on her chest.
“At least..for now.” Natasha says moments later. Wanda wishes she wouldn’t get her hopes up. She nods, even though Natasha is not facing her. It doesn’t takes long for Natasha to starting purring as she drift off. Its late, but her sex drive will inevitably be back harder and more intense tomorrow. Wanda tries not to think about it as she too falls into sleeps grasp.