Need Something, Little One?
Summary: You woke up very needy, but your girlfriends weren't in bed. After your hormones take control, Wanda and Natasha find out what you need, and they give it to you.
Warnings: Dom/Sub. Mommy Wanda. Daddy Natasha. Pregnant reader. Oral (R) receiving. Use of strap (R) receiving. Some body issues. Lots of reassurance from Wandanat. Aftercare at the end.
Authors Note: Hey, hey! I finally got around to writing this request, I hope it's what you were wanting. Obviously I've never actually been pregnant...so I didn't quite know how to take this. I hope you love it! Not proofread!
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Your eyes blink open, arms stretching above your head, your hand lands down in the spot beside you hoping to find one of your girlfriends in bed. Your hand meets empty sheets, cold, meaning they've been gone a long time. You sigh bringing your hand to rub over your stomach, your other hand rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
The first thing you notice is the apparent wetness between your legs, your thighs rubbing together at the tingling in your lower abdomen. You don't know why, but you instantly get moody, whether it's hormones or just your lack of girlfriends to make your neediness go away, but you're angry.
You get up slowly, your small sleep shorts and oversized shirt sticking to your slightly sweaty frame. You make your way out of your shared bedroom, walking to the kitchen. When you round the corner Wanda is over the stove cooking breakfast, still clad in her soft pajamas. Your eyes trail down her long, toned legs, your muscles clenching at the sight.
You find Natasha sitting at the island, reading some magazine, you don't pay enough attention to it opting to gaze at her muscular arms. Your mouth starts watering, taking a big gulp swallowing it down. You shake your head, pushing down all the thoughts, continuing your steps into the kitchen.
Natasha's eyes are now on you, soft and caring, a small smile on her face. At her words Wanda turns around, a bright smile breaking over her face. She takes a couple steps forward, her hands coming to rest on your stomach, her lips pressing a kiss to the side of your head. She mumbles out a good morning, before going back to the stove.
You don't know why, but seeing Wanda go back to the stove and Natasha look back to her magazine, pisses you off. You grunt a good morning back, taking a seat across from Natasha. She doesn't look up, causing you to roll your eyes in annoyance. You don't know how long you sit in silence, the only thing apparent is the still growing need you have. Your annoyance grows with every passing minute, your foot tapping on the floor.
You turn your gaze from your phone, opting to stare at Natasha's face, watching her tongue poke out licking her lips in focus. Your tongue matches hers, running along your own lips. Her eyes flicker to you for a moment, your eyes leaving her, dropping back to your phone screen. You cross your legs, pushing them together, needing some sort of friction.
"Pancakes or waffles, my love?" Wanda says, turning to look at you.
You pause a moment thinking, your favorite between the two was waffles, and Wanda knew that. So why did she even need to ask?
"Don't you remember, waffles are my favorite." It came out harsher than you intended, and you instantly regret it when her face falls just a fraction.
"Watch your tone, little one."
Your eyes turn to Natasha, her eyes finally meeting yours. They are stern, letting you know you're getting close to breaking a rule. Yet your thighs clench anyways, heat pooling in the bottom of your stomach. So you do what you think will get you what you want, you roll your eyes. You look right at her as you do it, her face darkens just slightly, before she smiles. Fucking smiles.
She turns back to her magazine, not paying you anymore attention. Wanda's eyes catch yours, and a small grin breaks out on her face as well. You huff in annoyance, not understanding why they are being like this. Usually they would scold you, or make promises of punishments later. Of course they never go too far, they understand your hormones are crazy right now, but they also know you love their punishments.
After breakfast you three make your way to the couch, you sitting in between them. You've been avoiding small talk, not wanting to snap at them further. Wanda puts something on the TV, but you can't seem to pay attention to it. Not when Natasha's hand is rubbing slow circles on the inside of your thigh, just inches from where you need her most. You know something is up when Wanda's hand finds your other thigh, mirroring Natasha's movements.
You shift in your seat, your hips lifting, trying to get their hands closer to your dripping core. You don't mean for it to happen, but you let out a small whine when they take their hands away. They still aren't looking at you, they're eyes trained on the TV.
"Need something, little one?"
You don't register her teasing tone at first, looking at the side of Natasha's face a quirk of her lips telling you that she knows. She always knows, yet she always plays games. You nod your head, knowing she's looking at you out of the corner of her eye.
"Y-yes daddy, need you 'nd mommy." You whine out, your cheeks heating up at how pathetic you sound.
"How?" Wanda finally speaks up, her head turning to you for the first time since sitting on the couch.
You pause, knowing they want you to explain, but you can't get the words out. You're too embarrassed to speak aloud the filthy thoughts that have been running through your head all morning, you twist your fingers around, your eyes dropping to your lap.
"Do you want daddy's strap? Or would you like mommy to eat that pretty pussy?" You blush at Wanda's words, her hand coming up to force your eyes to hers.
"Both." You finally confess, your eyes threatening to break the intense gaze Wanda has you locked in.
"Go upstairs, I want you on the bed, naked, waiting for us."
Natasha's words have your feet moving before your brain can catch up, you get off the couch making your way to your shared bedroom. Your shirt is off as soon as you enter the doorway, your shorts and panties following soon after. You sit on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, hands in your lap.
Your mind starts racing, self conscious thoughts running through your mind. Your hands find your stomach, tracing some of the stretch marks. You would say you're very lucky, you definitely look good for being 20 weeks pregnant. Your stomach hasn't grown that much, but you definitely don't look like how you did before.
Natasha comes in first, passing by you and sitting at the head of the bed, her back resting against the pillows. She crooks her finger in a come here motion, you obey instantly. Crawling across the bed, your front resting against her back. When Wanda walks in, she comes to stand over you, her eyes raking down your bare skin. You unconsciously try and cover yourself, Natasha's hands coming around to stop yours.
"Hey, hey, none of that my love. You're absolutely gorgeous. Don't cover yourself." Wanda says brining her hand to rest over your stomach.
"You're so beautiful Malysh, Don't ever think anything different."
You smile at their words, your worries going away. You're reminded of how much you need them, when Wanda crawls between your legs. Her eyes never leaving yours, as she places soft kisses to the insides of your thighs. Natasha's hands coming up to lightly brush the underside of your breasts. Your hips lift, trying to urge Wanda to where you need her, but one of her hands comes down holding you in place.
Wanda's lips trial down your thighs, sucking and biting softly as she goes. Natasha's hands trial closer and closer to your hard nipples, matching Wanda's pace. You can feel how wet you are, your arousal dripping down your thighs onto the bed. Wanda gives one last kiss to your thigh before she licks a long strip up your slit. At the same time Natasha's hands finally finding your nipples, rolling them in-between her fingers.
Your back arches, a loud moan leaving your mouth at the sensations. All your senses heightened because of the pregnancy, feeling every feeling times ten. Wanda's tongue circles your clit, before softly wrapping her lips around it and sucking. Your legs wrap around her head, your hands finding her hair tugging lightly.
"F-Fuck, please don't stop." You whine out, breaths coming in short pants.
Your head falls back on Natasha's shoulder, her lips leaving slow kisses down your soft skin. Her fingers working your breasts, squeezing softly, then rougher, then back to soft. Your orgasm is quickly approaching, even more so when Wanda brings two fingers to your entrance, circling it slowly before pushing them in. Your hips jump at the feeling of her fingers curling inside of you, the pace she sets is slow, not wanting to overwork your sensitive nerves.
"You close, little one? You don't need permission, we're taking care of you today." Natasha's words are softly whispered against your ear, causing goosebumps to litter your skin.
Wanda flicks her tongue once more, curling her fingers at the same time, her eyes meeting yours from between your legs, sending you over the edge. Your back arches hard, your legs tightening around Wanda's head, muscles tensing. Your hands in Wanda's hair tug, trying to pull her away and up to you. She crawls up your body, brining her lips to yours, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.
Natasha slides out from behind you, resting your back against some pillows, she heads to the closet. Wanda comes beside you, running her hands along your body. She leaves goosebumps in hr wake, your skin prickling at her soft touch.
"You did so well, my love. So perfect for me."
You smile at her praise, her lips pressing soft kisses on your forehead. You feel the bed dip, turning your eyes Natasha is kneeling between your legs, her strap resting between her legs. Her hands rub down your thighs, spreading them even farther. She rubs the tip of the strap through your soaked folds, coating it with your wetness.
"You did so well for mommy, little one. Now be good for me, tell me how bad you want this. How bad you want me inside of you."
She inserts the tip inside you, stopping at the first inch, waiting for your words.
"Please! Please daddy! Want you inside me so bad, need you."
She doesn't give you any warning before slowly pushing the rest inside of you, your walls stretching perfectly around her. Your hips lift matching her thrust, pushing her in deeper. She pauses for a moment, letting you adjust to her length. Wanda's hands continue to wander your skin, scratching her nails softly, grounding you.
Natasha starts rocking back and forth slowly, bringing the strap out so just the tip is inside, before thrusting in all at once. Your back arches, causing your chest to brush against Wanda's hands. Your eyes close at the feeling of being so full, one of your hands latches onto Wanda's, her own fingers lacing between yours.
Natasha's pace isn't slow, but it's not rough either, it's just what you need. Her hand is on your hip, the other one trailing down to rub soft circles around your clit. Heat pools lower, growing with each thrust, circle, and scratch of Wanda's nails. Wanda's lips find yours, muffling your moans slightly.
Your legs start tensing, your stomach not far after. You're getting close and both of them know it too. Natasha can feel your walls clenching on the strap, her thrusts getting faster. Wanda starts whispering praises in your ear, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. With one final thrust, your orgasm crashes into you. Waves and waves of pleasure rush through you, making your vision go white.
Wanda's words get lost on you, your head going fuzzy. Natasha slowing, then stopping her movements when your body goes limp. exhaustion taking over, your head resting on Wandas shoulder. You feel Natasha leave the bed, but your to tired for your eyes to follow. Wanda pulls you into her, her hands rubbing up and down your back.
You lay there for a long time, the fuzziness in your head pulling you into a light sleep. You're woken when Natasha's hands pick you up, carrying you to the bathroom. She sets you in the warm bathtub, washing your body gently. Rubbing the shampoo in your hair, scrubbing your scalp in the way she knows you like. Rinsing your hair, and conditioning the ends, then rinsing.
By the time she lifts you out to dry off, you're already half asleep again. Your body moving only when she moves you. She pulls one of her oversized shirts over your head, carrying you back to the bed. Wanda is there with a glass of water, bringing a cracker up to your lips, coaxing you to take small bites.
She praises you softly when you manage two bites, and two small sips of water. She lays you down, your body resting in between both of them, spending the rest of the day wrapped in their arms.
