Mission Antics
Summary: Whilst on a mission with the Avengers, Wanda can't help but find watching her girlfriend as she fights the bad guys extremely hot.
Wanda breathed heavily through her nose as she used her powers to slam an enemy into a brick wall. The masked man hit the ground and didn't get back up.
With him out of the way, Wanda allowed her eyes to wander around the base she and the Avengers were raiding, searching for the next enemy, until her eyes fell on Natasha fighting the only man remaining in the room they were in.
Unable to help herself, Wanda quickly felt a pulse of arousal beginning in her stomach before it trailed down and caused her pussy to throb. She felt her panties begin to get wet with her arousal merely from watching her girlfriend fight the enemy.
Even in her leather catsuit, Wanda could see her muscles and her strength. Her eyes instinctively zoned in on the redhead's curved ass as the woman ducked low and kicked the guy's feet out from under him.
As the man crashed to the floor and Natasha then rose to her full height again, Wanda's mind could only think one thing. Fuck.
Seeing the man on the floor unmoving, Wanda took that as her cue to approach her girlfriend. There was no one left for them to fight (not in this room of the base anyway) so they had a moment of reprieve.
Wanda quietly wrapped her arms around Natasha's waist, feeling the woman tense, still on guard, before she relaxed when she realised it was just Wanda.
"That was so hot," Wanda breathed, her pussy still throbbing with arousal.
Natasha chuckled and placed her hands over Wanda's arms around her waist.
"Much as I'd love to stop and have sex with you right now, baby, there are still enemies out there," Natasha said, already knowing what Wanda was getting out.
"Come on, Nat," Wanda pleaded, "we'll be quick. No one will even know we're still in here."
"Wands," Natasha quietly groaned, but she didn't stop Wanda when the brunette witch began shuffling them over to the other side of the room where there was a chair.
When Wanda turned Natasha around and sat her down in the chair, the assassin only rolled her eyes fondly. Her hands found Wanda's waist while Wanda placed her own on the older woman's shoulders as she put her legs either side of Natasha's and sat down on her lap.
Wanda brought her lips close to Natasha's ear.
"We don't even have to take our clothes off," she whispered.
Another groan escaped Natasha, this one helpless as her hands tightened on Wanda's waist.
Wanda grinned when she felt a hardness beginning to form in the crotch of Natasha's leather suit.
Her grin unwavering, she began to rock her hips, rubbing her throbbing crotch against Natasha's slowly hardening length.
"Wands," Natasha feebly protested, wiggling a little under the woman's weight, "we're on a mission. We can't do this right now."
"Tell me to stop and I will," Wanda mumbled and whimpered slightly as waves of pleasure rolled through her body, one after the other.
She locked eyes with Natasha and watched the woman bite her lip. The redhead's hold on her waist tightened again, and Wanda knew she'd won.
"We'll be quick," Wanda brought her lips close to Natasha's, "then you can go back to kicking ass and looking fucking hot while you do it."
"You should see yourself sometime," Natasha retorted.
The redhead lifted her hips a little, giving a stilted moan. Wanda felt Natasha's hard, but concealed dick pressing against her drooling pussy. Her drenched panties rubbed against her swollen clit and she moaned.
"All that red magic and the way you move your hands," Natasha continued.
They both picked up the pace, panting and moaning to themselves whilst trying to stay quiet so no one, enemies or teammates alike, would hear them.
It felt impossible, but Wanda buried her face in the crook of Natasha's neck anyway to muffle her whimpers as she rolled her hips.
"Fucking love your hands. Love it when you wrap them around my cock and bring me over the edge."
"Mm, I fuckin' love your massive cock, baby," Wanda moaned.
Her eyes rolled into her head, eyelids fluttering, and her lips parting while her hips moved quicker. She felt her cunt throbbing more prominently, her orgasm building in the pit of her tense stomach.
She panted and whimpered, dry humping Natasha quickly, rubbing her clothed crotch against her girlfriend's. She clung tightly to the woman, keeping her face buried into her shoulder in an attempt to stifle her moans.
"F-fuck, Wanda," Natasha quivered.
All of a sudden, the invisible string inside of Wanda was pulled taught before it snapped altogether.
A long, drawn out moan left her as her thighs shook either side of Natasha's. Her hips stuttered, jerking messily as she continued to hump her girlfriend.
"O-oh fuck, oh fuck," she panted, "N-Nat-"
After a couple of minutes, Wanda's hips slowly came to a stop and she gave a long, satisfied sigh.
"Fuck," she muttered.
"Yeah, fuck," Natasha agreed.
Wanda reluctantly pulled back to look at the redhead.
"Did you cum?" She questioned.
Truth be told, she'd been so lost in her own climax, she didn't know if Natasha had cum too.
"Yeah. Don't know how I'm gonna be able to concentrate for the rest of the mission now, though," Natasha grumbled a little, her cheeks tinging pink.
Wanda chuckled fondly and waved a red hand. With a glisten of red magic, the mess in Natasha's pants disappeared, leaving her pants dry and clean again.
"Huh, well that works," Natasha smirked. Then she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Wanda's lips. "Thank you, detka."
"Anything for you, babe," Wanda mumbled. "Come on, we should rejoin the others. They'll be needing our help."
"Mm, they'll be fine without us for a bit. Just… a couple more minutes."
Wanda chuckled and leaned her head on Natasha's shoulder without protest.