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Her arm rested around your shoulders, fingers idly tracing slow, absent-minded patterns against your arm. It was the kind of touch she only allowed when it was just the two of you—soft, unguarded, like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

You were only half-watching.

The thought had been sitting in your head all day, turning over and over until it felt impossible to ignore.

“…Hey, Nat?”

She didn’t look away from the screen, but her fingers paused slightly against your skin. “Mm?”

You shifted a little closer into her, your head brushing her shoulder. “What do you think about tattoos?”

That got her attention.

Her eyes flicked to you instantly, sharp and assessing in that way that always made it feel like she already knew where this was going.

“No.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “I didn’t even say I wanted one.”

“You didn’t have to.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, nudging her lightly with your shoulder. “Wow. Harsh.”

She didn’t smile—at least not fully—but her arm tightened around you just a little, pulling you closer without thinking.

“Okay, but hypothetically—” you started.

“I don’t deal in hypotheticals,” she cut in, reaching for the remote to lower the volume. Now she was fully focused on you, her thumb brushing absent circles against your arm again. “Why are you asking?”

You shrugged, trying to sound casual even as your fingers played with the edge of the blanket. “I just think they’re… kind of nice. Some of them. Small ones, I mean.”

After a moment, you added, “I guess I like the idea of marking something that matters. Just for me.”

Her expression didn’t soften.

“If you want my opinion,” she said, her voice calm but firm, “I don’t like them.”

You frowned slightly, tilting your head up to look at her. “At all?”

“No.”

There was no hesitation in it. No wiggle room.

“Why?” you asked, quieter now.

Natasha leaned back into the couch, but she didn’t let go of you. If anything, she pulled you a fraction closer, her chin briefly resting against the top of your head before she spoke.

“Because I’ve had enough done to my body without my permission,” she said.

For a moment, her expression flickered—distant, like she was somewhere else entirely.

“There was a time when scars and marks just showed up, and I couldn’t stop them. It never mattered what I wanted.” Her voice stayed steady but softer now. “So now, even if it’s a choice… adding something else just feels like letting them win all over again.”

Her fingers stilled against your arm.

“I don’t see the appeal in choosing more of it.”

That landed heavier than you expected.

You shifted slightly, your hand finding hers where it rested against you, lacing your fingers together.

“I wouldn’t be forced,” you said gently. “It’d be my choice.”

“I know,” she replied quietly. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

There it was again—clear, unwavering.

You nodded a little against her shoulder. “Right.”

The TV kept playing in the background, filling the silence she didn’t seem bothered by.

You were.

After a moment, Natasha glanced down at you, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“You’re thinking about getting one.”

It wasn’t a question.

You hesitated just long enough to confirm it.

“…Maybe.”

Her jaw tightened slightly.

“I wouldn’t recommend it.”

You let out a small breath, a faint smile tugging at your lips despite everything. “You don’t recommend a lot of things I do.”

“That’s different.”

You tilted your head, looking up at her again. “Is it?”

She didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she shifted just enough to press a quiet kiss to your hair, like it was instinct more than intention.

Her hand squeezed yours gently.

“I’m not telling you what to do,” she said finally. “But you asked what I think.”

You squeezed her hand back, settling closer into her side, your cheek resting against her shoulder again.

“Yeah,” you murmured softly. “I know.”

Natasha stayed quiet for a while after that.

Not the uncomfortable kind of silence — just the kind that happened when she was thinking too hard to speak immediately.

Her hand was still holding yours. Still warm. Still there.

The TV droned on in the background, completely forgotten now.

Finally, she exhaled through her nose, like she was letting something go rather than holding it in.

“You don’t listen very well,” she said, but there was no bite to it.

You smiled faintly against her shoulder. “I’ve been told.”

Her fingers tightened around yours once, a quiet squeeze.

“I know you’re going to do what you want,” she added after a moment.

“That’s kind of the point of ‘want,’” you murmured.

That earned you the smallest huff of a laugh.

Natasha shifted slightly, adjusting the blanket around both of you like it had suddenly become very important to get it right.

Her arm stayed around you, but now she pulled you in a little closer—until there was no space left between you except warmth.

“I don’t like the idea,” she said again, softer this time. “But I don’t like the idea of you hiding things from me more.”

That made you go still.

You tilted your head up slightly to look at her.

“I wasn’t trying to hide it,” you said honestly. “I just… didn’t want to turn it into a fight.”

Her eyes flicked to yours.

“You think everything with me turns into a fight?”

“No,” you said quickly, then softened. “I think you care a lot.”

That made something in her expression shift—something subtle, but real.

Natasha leaned her head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling for a second like she was choosing her words carefully.

“I do care,” she admitted. “Probably too much, according to most people.”

You nudged her knee lightly with yours under the blanket. “I don’t think it’s ‘too much.’”

That got her attention again.

She looked back down at you.

“You don’t?”

You shook your head. “I think it’s just… you.”

A pause.

Then, quieter:

“I like ‘you.’”

That earned you a look that softened in a way she didn’t try to hide this time.

Her thumb brushed over your hand again, slower now.

“…Even when I’m being difficult?”

You smiled. “Especially then.”

Natasha stared at you for a long moment like she was memorizing the answer.

Then she sighed—lightly, almost fondly—and tugged you even closer until your head was fully resting against her again.

“You’re still not getting a tattoo,” she muttered.

You laughed under your breath. “Noted.”

-///-

You didn’t mean for it to become a secret.

At least, not at first.

But once you’d done it—once the small, permanent mark had been placed on your skin—it suddenly felt too fragile to talk about.

Like saying it out loud would change it.

Or change her.

So you didn’t.

And instead, you started avoiding her.

Not dramatically. Not enough for anyone else to notice.

But Natasha noticed.

Of course she did.

Natasha Romanoff picked up on the shift within a day.

It started small—your hesitation when she reached for you.

The way you always seemed to turn slightly away before she could fully pull you in.

The way you stopped lingering.

Then it became more obvious.

You stopped initiating closeness altogether.

And you definitely avoided anything that might lead further than that.

Natasha didn’t push at first.

She just watched.

Until one night, as she sat beside you on the couch, she finally spoke.

“You’re avoiding me.”

You didn’t look up from your hands. “I’m not.”

A pause.

Then, quieter—but sharper:

“Yes, you are.”

Silence stretched.

Her arm, usually around you, stayed resting on the back of the couch instead of pulling you in.

That alone made your chest tighten.

“Did I do something?” she asked.

That hit harder than you expected.

You shook your head immediately. “No—Nat, no. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then what is it?”

You hesitated.

Because there was no good answer that didn’t make you feel like you were about to disappoint her.

“I just…” Your voice dropped. “I need to tell you something.”

Her gaze softened slightly but stayed steady. “Okay.”

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

“I got the tattoo.”

The words landed between you.

Natasha didn’t respond right away.

Not anger. Not frustration.

Just stillness.

“…When?” she asked finally.

“A few days ago.”

Another pause.

“And you didn’t tell me.”

“I didn’t mean to hide it,” you said quickly. “I just—every time I thought about telling you, I got nervous, and then it just got worse and I—”

“Show me.”

The interruption was calm.

Not demanding.

Just certain.

You looked up at her, searching her face.

She wasn’t upset.

Just… focused.

So slowly, you stood.

Your hands trembled a little as you pulled your pants down to your hips.

She raised her eyebrow, crossing her arms.

You gave her a shy smile before pulling down the side of your panties to reveal the small tattoo—subtle, clean, and carefully placed.

A single initial.

You had chosen Natasha's because it meant more than any symbol or date could.

To you, her initial was a promise: a quiet way of carrying her presence with you, a mark for the moments she'd held you together after everything else felt uncertain.

It was hope, memory, and belonging all at once—something indelible meant just for you.

Her initial.

Natasha didn’t speak.

For a long moment, she just looked.

Completely still.

Like her brain had gone quiet.

Then she stepped closer.

Careful.

Almost like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to touch it.

Her fingers hovered first—barely there—before finally brushing over it.

You flinched slightly, a small hiss escaping before you could stop it.

“Does it hurt?” she asked immediately, pulling back a fraction.

“...A little,” you murmur.

But instead of moving away, you caught her hand gently.

“Wait.”

You guided her closer again, slower this time. “It’s fine.”

Her eyes flicked up to yours, checking.

You nodded.

So she touched it again.

More carefully this time.

Her expression changed.

Not sudden.

Not loud.

Just… softer.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked quietly.

You swallowed. “Because it’s yours.”

That made her freeze again.

“You did this… for me?”

You gave a small, nervous shrug. “It felt right.”

For a second, she didn’t move.

Then she exhaled slowly, her shoulders rising and falling as if releasing a burden she had carried for longer than she cared to admit.

For a moment, Natasha felt caught between instinct and something softer. Her mind ran through all the old warnings, the walls she built to keep pain at bay, the history written into every scar and choice she was never allowed.

The idea of someone willingly marking themselves, especially for her, pulled up memories she usually kept locked down.

Disbelief flickered in her eyes, quickly chased by something gentle, almost vulnerable: a private relief that softened the set of her mouth and eased the tension she held.

The intimacy of what you'd done for her overwhelmed her in a way that was as comforting as it was frightening.

It was a quiet, complicated feeling—something like disbelief and something like warmth mingling, as if acceptance could be as healing as scars could be defining.

“You are going to be the death of me,” she muttered.

That made you laugh weakly. “That bad?”

Natasha finally looked at you properly again.

And there it was—that shift.

The seriousness is melting just slightly at the edges.

“…No,” she said softly. “Not bad.”

Her hand slid from the tattoo to your waist, pulling you gently closer until there wasn’t any space left between you.

“You just don’t think things through.”

“I thought this through,” you argued quietly.

Her mouth twitched.

“That makes it worse.”

You smiled, tension easing out of your shoulders completely now.

“Are you mad?”

Natasha paused.

Then shook her head once.

“No.”

A beat.

“…Surprised.”

Her eyes dropped back to the tattoo again, and this time there was something unmistakably fond in her expression.

“And?” you prompted softly.

“And I think,” she said slowly, “that you are very lucky I like you.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “That’s good, right?”

“It’s dangerous,” she corrected—but there was no real edge to it.

Only warmth.

She traced the tattoo again, gentler now, like she’d memorized its meaning.

“It’s… very you.”

You tilted your head. “You don’t hate it?”

Natasha looked up at you.

And this time, she didn’t hesitate at all.

“No,” she said simply. “I don’t.”

A pause.

“I think it’s… kind of hot.”

Your eyes widened instantly. “Nat—”

“I’m not elaborating,” she cut in immediately, but there was the faintest smirk forming.

You laughed, completely relieved now, leaning into her.

Natasha pulled you in properly this time, wrapping her arms around you like she’d decided the conversation was over, and you belonged there.

And when she kissed your temple, it lingered just a second longer than usual.

“Next time,” she murmured against your hair, “you tell me first.”

You smiled into her shoulder.

“Deal.”

Your giggles resounded down the hall despite your door being closed. Honestly, you weren’t aware of how loud you were laughing with a heavy headset on as you watched TikTok trends along with your audience. Yes, audience.

Turned out that you could actually live off from social media, a bittersweet decision that Natasha watched you take with her jaw tight and a tighter smile because the idea of you exposing yourself for the world to judge triggered her more than she wanted to admit, but the idea of keeping you safe inside the most guarded building in the world instead of you actively commuting to work every day helped her sleep at night.

It started with silly trends that slowly moved to livestreams on Twitch. You built a solid community that clearly loved giving you ideas to mess with the hottest super-spy on earth. The same community that kept you company during the nights Natasha was away on a mission and you swore the building turned colder without her presence.

Sadly, that night was one of those nights.

But after five years of being Natasha’s girlfriend, the tension felt bearable, or at least you got very good at hiding it with loud laughter, a good wine and the category of just chatting under your stream.

“Do you guys think I could pull this off?” you asked softly, the chat moving fast despite being in slow mode. You squinted as you took a sip and snorted when an alert went off.

BigOnyxxx donated 1000bits. Natasha would propose on spot if you called her your wife. She’s your biggest simp and I’ve been around here long enough to spot them instantly xDD

“Onyx! Thank you for the bits and I promise I won’t tell my super deadly assassin girlfriend you called her a simp in front of fifty-thousand people” you smiled softly as you tried to read the chat once again. You giggled at some comments you managed to catch “Oh! Guys, guys, I think I know which one, but should we do it live?” you blurted out, your fingers already tapping in the search bar and wiggling your eyebrows as you looked at the camera with a mischievous smile “Do we see the vision?”

And while you kept chatting, your girlfriend was landing at the compound and ready to spend the next forty-eight hours glued to you. Mission had gone well, if she could label it as such after someone else almost fucked it up.

She made it to the living area; most of the team was out on different missions or simply trying to do something different for a change. And Natasha never comprehended the need to mingle with the rest of the world, not when her whole life revolved saving or destroying the world. Then, you walked into her life and now she couldn’t remember the last time she wasn’t counting minutes down to get back to you.

However, her smile started to fade away when she heard your laughter. Not because she hated the sound of it, she loved it. It was because she knew what that meant, and her whole body started to prepare for the world to see the deadliest assassin turn into the softest puppy under your arms. Again.

Ever since you blew up — or as you would call it ‘go viral’ — the world started to like her better, and she wasn’t so sure she liked that.

She didn’t have an option, anyway.

The redhead inhaled sharply when her hand grabbed the doorknob of her room. When she opened the door, the first thing that wrapped her was your scent. Vanilla still lingered in the air mixed with lavender oil that you probably set in the diffusor. The room was slightly dark, illuminated only by those LED lights you tricked Natasha into installing, and the light that came from your gaming setup that Tony gifted and pretended they were things he meant to throw away.

Chat started to go frenetic when she started to show in the frame. Donation after donation started to come through and you looked at the screen with confused eyes. And despite the word ‘BEHIND’ appearing repeatedly, you simply rolled your eyes.

“For the last time, the place isn’t haunted!” you huffed and bit your lip “I asked Wanda to check”

Natasha moved your headset carefully and whispered in your ear “And how on earth would Wanda know that?”

Clips were made the moment you flinched, your soul leaving your body was truly caught in 4K, and Natasha’s chuckle made it feel like visiting the gates of heaven. At the first gasp of air, your hand tried to smack Natasha’s thigh and failed in the process when calloused fingers wrapped around your wrist.

You looked up with flushed cheeks and found a smirking redhead looking at you, a terrifying image for many but the sweetest for you.

“And you didn’t want to take self-defense class” Natasha said casually, leaning down to be at your level and you felt the air getting knocked out of your lungs when your eyes fell on plumped lips making you lick yours “Breathe”

You did as told, because your girlfriend’s voice always managed to cut through any fog. And then you grunted “That is mean, Romanoff! Do you always have to walk in stealth mode?”

“I don’t know any other way” she shrugged nonchalantly and kissed your forehead as you winced “Say your goodbyes, I need my girlfriend”

Your lips parted, probably to follow instructions when you look back at the camera. However, the chat kept going wild as they sent donations after donations trying to convince you to follow your plan through.

You bit your lower lip, your hand shaky over the mouse as you toyed with the idea despite already knowing the answer. And Natasha watched first-handedly the way your whole demeanor changed into something more playful and mischievous.

“Can you wait a few more minutes? We actually were waiting for an album that’s about to drop, right guys?” you briefly looked at the camera and then back at your girlfriend that scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“They can’t even talk to you” Natasha added and you giggled.

“Okay, dino, there’s a chat over here” you pointed out one of the screens and Natasha squinted, her head dizzy instantly at the movement “See? They are saying yes”

“There’s no way you can read that” the redhead huffed and you shrugged, a sweet smile already tugging your lips that always melted Natasha’s heart “Fine, I’ll go take a quick shower”

You hummed, the smile faltering slightly at the thought of your plan not working out but now you had to keep up the charade. And it wasn’t until you heard her close the bathroom door that you exhaled loudly and laughed in disbelief.

“Do you guys think she will notice that the album was released two years ago?” you giggled softly as you read the chat “Hey, it’s a white lie. You are making it sound weird, guys. I promise I always come clean after, but I think you will owe me a big time for this one”

You kept chatting with your audience, switching from your headset to the speakers to look casual. And despite you wearing your confident smile and giggling, your leg was bouncing nervously under the table as it always did whenever you were about to mess with Natasha.

It was true that you always came clean and apologized. And deep-down Natasha loved it, because she always knew when you were lying, yet she always chose to watch you go along with it. The aftermath was always delicious for both, but it always made you nervous.

As the time passed and the water kept running, you felt the way the idea started to sit wrongly over your shoulders. Recording Natasha’s reactions in private gave you the room to edit the most intimate parts of your interactions, but doing it live was a risky move that could leave you both terribly exposed to the world.

However, before you could call it off, you heard the movement in the bathroom and your hand moved instantly to the mouse. The first song in the album started to fill the room seconds before your girlfriend came out of the bathroom as she dried her hair with a towel.

“Is that the album?” Natasha asked, her body out of the frame as she sat at the edge of the bed. You hummed; your eyes focused on her arms as they flexed with every movement she made “Have I heard this artist before?”

You cleared your throat and forced yourself to look away, squeezing your legs together subtly “Yeah, I’ve sneaked a song or two in your workout playlist”

“You will have to be more specific, sweetheart. You do that all the time” she pointed out and you chuckled.

The chat kept mentioning how the whole thing only worked if they could see Natasha, and you inhaled sharply before turning your chair to face her. The redhead tilted her head with suspicion as you moved your fingers nervously over your lap.

“Care to join us? The world wants a raw review from the Black Widow herself” you asked softly and Natasha hummed, leaning back with her palms pressed on the bed and her legs slightly spread. You almost moaned but forced yourself to focus “Please?”

“I know how those reviews with you end” she said softly and you whined “It’s like you love getting in trouble on purpose. Oh, wait! You do. You admitted to it when I had...”

“Just listen to the damn album, Romanoff” you cut her off, your face on fire by the implication of her statement. Natasha chuckled and walked towards you “Such a good girlfriend”

She rolled her eyes playfully and you sat up just to end up sitting in her lap “You owe me for this”

“I always do. Now, sh”

The first song ended and you paused, giving yourself one last chance to call it off once again as you commented on the song and watched your girlfriend try to follow you when giving hers.

One of her hands sneaked under your sweatshirt and you shivered at the cold contact, your body already leaning closer as she rested her chin over your shoulder and pecked your cheek.

You giggled as you read the chat, people filling it with ‘aw's and soft comments about the not-so-intimidating super spy “Gays, be cool. Nat is like any other human being” your girlfriend hummed, brushing her nose against your cheek as her eyelids felt heavy “Next one is called Lunch. Ready?”

Natasha hummed again, half listening as her hand moved smoothly over your abdomen. The redhead buried her nose in your hair and pulled you closer, forgetting for a moment there were thousands of people watching her as she tried to merge her body with yours.

Then, her movements stopped when the lyrics reached her ears. Her mind took a few seconds to make sense of them as the song poured through the speakers and her hand tensed over your abdomen, making your heart skip a beat with anticipation.

“Start it over, please” Natasha asked softly and you hummed, starting over the song as you sent a wink to the camera. The beat came first and Natasha tapped her foot but stopped almost instantly when the first verse came “Wait, wait, did she say she could eat that girl for lunch?”

“Yeah, baby, it’s legal now” you chuckled, turning to look at her and she rolled her eyes “I know I would eat you for lunch, though” you said cheerfully but it didn’t take you long to squeeze your legs when her eyes darkened “Wait”

“When you say it like that, she does have a point. You are a whole meal” Natasha replied loudly enough for the audience to hear, but when her lips brushed the shell of your ear and her other hand squeezed your thigh, you already knew she was about to ruin you “Say your goodbyes, sweet thing, daddy needs you right now”

“N-Natasha” you stuttered, licking your lips nervously as her hand moved closer to your inner thigh. Your hands moved to the stream dashboard, making sure her hand was out view but even when you realized no one could see her, your cheeks blushed “Did you like the song?”

The redhead scoffed, leaning back against the chair, but both of her hands grabbed your thighs and forced them open, making you squeak. You tried to focus on the chat, a live audience that remained ignorant of your girlfriend’s hand movements or the way you were trying to play it cool as though she didn’t just give you a very clear instruction.

“Sure, great rhythm and the lyrics feel...” she moved her leg, making your clothed cunt land on her thigh and you gasped “Accurate. You do taste like you are the one”

Your head started spinning with her words, even more so when she started bouncing her leg with you on top of it as if you weighed nothing. You leaned forward, your hands grabbing the edge of your desk as you tried to hold onto the last strand of sanity in your body to not let the audience think that few seconds of a song turned on your girlfriend enough.

“T-Tasha!” you blurted out the moment her hands moved to your hips and pinned you down. You looked over your shoulder, and she shrugged nonchalantly while wearing a sweet smirk. A smirk that told you it was your call “Guys, we are leaving now. Natasha is really tired...” the redhead laughed out loud behind you, and you whimpered when her hands squeezed your hips when you focused too long on the chat “Yeah, whatever, bye guys, I’ll see you...” Natasha hovered your hand over the mouse, clicking impatiently to end the stream and soon her body was pinning you against the desk “You are like a horny teenager, Tasha!”

“Oh, please! As if you weren’t setting me up for this” the redhead chuckled with her lips on your neck and her hips jerked behind you “Missed you, detka”

Her hand snaked between your thighs, and you moaned when she grabbed your pussy as her teeth sank on your neck “Missed you too, d-daddy”

Natasha chuckled, turning you around to capture your lips with hers in one of those slow and devastating kisses that always made your knees buckle. You whimpered when one of her hands wrapped around your neck and her teeth caught your lower lip. Her tongue swirled inside your mouth, coaxing a moan out that only gave her more room as her teeth clashed against yours, and you sat on the desk with your legs wrapping around her hips and pulled her closer.

“Bed” you murmured against her lips and she hummed.

However, just when she started to carry you towards the bed, Natasha stopped and placed you down. You gave her a confused look, but her grin only widened as you caught the playful twinkle in her eyes.

“Put the song on repeat, I will fuck you to it” your lips parted as blood concentrated in your cheeks, but she only tilted her head to the side and raised a brow “Go”

You moved fast, your hands shaking and clumsy when trying to move. You clicked desperately, grunting when it didn’t work, and you moved the mouse until you saw the cursor on the main screen and played the song.

You stumbled when getting back to your girlfriend, making her giggle as your arms wrapped around her neck, and you pulled her in for a kiss. Your fingers tangled with red wet hair; Natasha’s hands grabbed your waist and your feet danced together as your girlfriend guided you towards the bed without breaking the kiss.

A gasp left your lips when she threw you on the bed, your hand managing to tug her shirt and pull Natasha along. Her lips moved to your jaw then your throat, darting her tongue out to outline it as a moan clawed its way out of your lips.

“You and your incessant need to be chronically online” Natasha said softly against your collarbone as her fingers worked skillfully to unbutton your blouse. You arched your body when her tongue moved to the valley of your boobs and your girlfriend smirked “But you drag me to it when you want this, thinking you can fool me or overpower me” she pushed the bra to the side and you moaned when she started to suck on your nipple.

“I really need you right now” you whined, trying to look down to her as Natasha squeezed your boobs and you bucked your hips up “Please”

Her lips popped, and she grinned when looking at you, opening fully your blouse and running her finger down your abdomen, electrifying your skin with a simple touch.

“But you made me wait, didn’t you? For views and likes, and it makes me wonder if you would let them watch this” you moaned as she unbuttoned your jeans, her eyes snapping up incredulously. Her hands got rid of your jeans with slight help from you, but her eyes kept assessing you and then she laughed “Oh god, you actually would let them watch”

“N-No... Th-that's not...” you stuttered, jerking your body up just in time to watch your girlfriend bury her nose in your cunt, just above the wet patch in your underwear “Natasha”

Natasha inhaled your scent; her mouth watering as an animalistic sound made its way out of her throat. You mewled when she licked over your underwear, your hips bucking up and your pussy leaking. The redhead kept licking your covered cunt, your underwear getting more than ruined but maybe not as much as you with your chin up in the air as your girlfriend’s hands were pinning down your hips.

“Natasha, please” you breathed out, trying to focus as you looked at her again and she only growled “Nat...” she growled again and you whined “Daddy, please!”

Your girlfriend hummed approvingly, placing a chaste kiss over your clit before looking at you. Even under the LED lights barely illuminating the room, you could see — feel was probably more accurate — Natasha's hungry eyes over you, darker and dangerously assessing you.

“Just admit it” she purred, her thumb circling your clit over your underwear making you whimper “Admit you would love it if they watched this — watched you unravel under my touch” she pressed her thumb and you mewled as your body fell completely over the mattress, your hands grabbing a pillow to anchor yourself as you buried half your face in one of your arms “You are just making it worse, detka” she pressed even more as she placed a kiss on your abdomen “Admit it” she licked and sucked your skin “Admit you would love to film a sex tape and post it like the little slut that you...”

“Yes, yes. I would love it” you cried out, your body burning with need “Just please, daddy...” Natasha’s hands ripped a hole in your underwear. You sent her a terrified look before her mouth latched onto your clit “Oh fuck, daddy!”

Your eyes rolled back with your mouth hanging loosely, one hand tugging her hair and the other one grabbing the pillow above you when her tongue travelled over your slit.

Natasha shushed your whine when her lips moved to your inner thighs, sucking gently on your skin and gaining a loud moan. Then, she sucked your labia softly, then your clit, then she dragged her tongue all the way down to your hole and a scream ripped out of your throat when she pushed it inside.

Your girlfriend was always proud of her skills in bed, and god... Natasha had the right to be proud. But she was more than determined to give you the best oral sex ever to that damn song you pushed her to listen.

And if Natasha could, she would bury her face in that pretty pussy of yours. Her chin was covered with your slick and her spit, her fingers digging deeper into your thighs the more you moaned loudly and ground your hips desperately against her face.

“I need your... fuck... fingers, p-please" you whimpered as your girlfriend clicked her tongue and two of her fingers teased your entrance “Please!”

“This is what you want?” she spat her fingers and pushed them inside of you, watching the way your eyes rolled back, and your moans filled the room “Come on, put on a show as if they were watching” her fingers curled inside you and her free hand slapped your pussy, making you mewl loudly “Look at you, slut, all worked up to the idea of having an audience that watches me own this pussy. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

Natasha’s words hit in all the right ways, but it was getting hard to focus with her fingers pumping inside your pussy and feeling your slick dripping down. So, your always impatient girlfriend slapped your pussy again and you opened your eyes.

“Yes, yes. It’s yours, daddy. I’m yours!” you cried out and Natasha clicked her tongue again, catching a last glimpse of your flushed state before going back to eat you out “God, I missed that tongue so much” Natasha growled approvingly, her fingers pumping faster as she sucked your clit and your fingers tugged her hair harder “Yes, daddy, right there... don’t stop, please”

Your girlfriend swirled her tongue, squelching sounds joined your desperate moans and head started to spin, with your body stiffening as you felt your orgasm approaching. Natasha noticed it too, your pussy clenching deliciously and encouraging her to go faster. You ground your hips as your whole body focused on that delicious edge that you were trying to reach and let yourself fall.

Your legs clasped around your girlfriend’s head; the song suddenly was louder, and your moans were matching it. Natasha grunted as her lungs burned, but she kept going as she watched you unravel beautifully.

“Oh, shit, shit. Don’t stop, daddy, never stop. Fuck, fuck, I’m about to...” the redhead managed to nod, and you whined with your face buried in your pillow and your body squirming desperately as your girlfriend tried to anchor you.

Your body started to relax, freeing Natasha from being trapped between your legs as she kept licking softly and teasingly your slit to help you ride down your high. Your eyes fluttered open; your vision blurred, and with those black dots tainting it.

After taking a deep breath and despite your hammering heart, you managed to tap Natasha’s head, and she reluctantly stopped. Her body hovered yours and her hair fell above your face. Your hand caressed her cheek, and you scrunched your nose.

“You are covered in me” you whispered, running a finger over her chin and Natasha caught it, sucking and licking it clean. A satisfied hummed followed after she popped her lips around your finger and you moaned “Shit”

“Such a filthy mouth, detka. We need to do something about it” she purred before kissing you.

Her body weigh felt comfortable over you as she kissed you roughly, desperately, with her arms trapping you and one of her legs in the middle of yours. Then, the kiss turned sweeter as she moved to your chin and your cheeks. Finally, Natasha brushed her nose against yours and watched you intently as you opened your eyes.

“Ready to go again, baby?” Natasha cooed and your cheeks blushed when she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear “I’m not done with you”

You nodded because words would fail you. And Natasha hummed approvingly before going back to attack your neck and make a mess of you.

And while Natasha devoured you, the internet was going wild because you failed to notice you accidentally went live when trying to play the song. They didn’t see, but they heard every delicious word and moan you both poured, and that was more than enough for them to imagine the rest.

Natasha would definitely kill you once she found out. 

And you would do it again, anyway.

———

It’s quiet in Westview as sunshine dims quickly, fading behind overgrown bushes peaking through rusted chain link fences like inmates confined to a small prison yard. Wanda peaks out at the sight of Agatha’s untrimmed garden from the master bedroom critically, curled up along the plum cushion fitted into the bay window like a content cat basking in daylight. It hasn’t seen a substantial amount of use, prioritized more for Natasha’s laptop when it’s charging outside of her office than either of their bodies, but it provides enough warmth and comfort to house the youngest resident of the house occasionally; tonight.

Their morning had been slow, as it usually is after both of their bodies are pushed to their limits regarding both work and intimacy. They’re getting older. Natasha slowly creeps toward her mid-thirties and Wanda approaches the finality of her late twenties as February comes close enough to consider again. They don’t always bounce back so spritely the morning after anymore, but they’ve arranged their week to allow for the recovery period when it’s needed. It was today.

Natasha slipped out of bed with the sunrise to utilize the makeshift gym set up in the basement, climbing back up the steps with the chirping of cardinals as rich caramel colored sunlight roused Wanda from sleep in the bedroom, still naked from the previous nights endeavors and sore around her hips and lower back as a related result of the egged on treatment she’d faced. She’d needed it at the time, in those built-up moments with her wife, but it's a simple, unavoidable, daunting albeit slightly comforting, reminder that time is passing; time is always passing. Nobody and nothing can stop it.

They’d showered together beneath hot water, wrapped up in sore, noodle limbs and lazy kisses, but not until past ten o’clock when Wanda couldn’t take the feeling of her skin and Natasha’s sweat marinating into the sheets anymore. It was probably pointless, neither of them had found it imperative to strip the sheets afterward when an evening of labored breathing and giggles awaited them, but it was refreshing in the moment, at the time.

Wanda finds it simple to think like that; to break it all apart as individual moments rather than a collective whole, an accumulative representation. It’s taken years, extensive and expensive therapy as an adult, but it hurts less this way and with help. It encourages her to feel like she’s not so controlled by emotions — her decisions. She owes that simple reassurance that echoes in her head to a therapist she’d met in college. She wasn’t ready to accept the advice back then, back when Pietro’s death was so fresh and her freedom was so new in every aspect, but she welcomes it now, with a home, and a wife, and a career to back up her perseverance. In that moment in the shower, and all the little ones leading up to the night before’s exchange, she accepts the decisions she made. In the window, she still finds peace with all those little individual decisions.

“She lets the garden go every time Rio leaves.” She comments, absorbed in the sight of the wild wind rustling through mulberry bushes at the front of the neighboring property. It had been a whim that Agatha Harkness lived in the cheery little bungalow next door with two twin boys and a wife. A pleasant whim, a nostalgic whim even, but nonetheless an unintended coincidence when they’d bought the land and built the house from bones. Agatha’s changed with time. Natasha hasn’t, not really, but life has softened Agatha, shown her thorns and shown her petals. It captivates Wanda, a relic of her fragile past with a perfect birds eye view into her life.

“Why do you care?” Natasha snorts from across the room, her hair held off of her neck by a blonde elastic band fraying at the seamline. Wanda’s eyes watch it intensely for a moment, intrigued by how delicately it seems to be twisted around thin strands. “Agatha and Rio are not our problem. Especially not right now.” She goes quiet for a moment, her fingers working diligently behind the flatscreen tv mounted to the wall. She’s been at it for ten minutes, muttering beneath her breath and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth in frustration she doesn’t want Wanda to call out. It’s gotten her nowhere. The brunette’s still aware of her failures and the televisions still flashing monochromatic static above the dresser, but it’s a valiant attempt made. Wanda takes the moment of silence as her turn to speak again, swinging her legs off the bay window until she can distribute her weight across the hardwood floors.

”They’re not our problem but they’re our neighbors. And our friends. The entertainment is complimentary, and kind of our business.” Wanda hums sarcastically, fully aware that Natasha’s only half paying her any attention as she continues to fuck with the ports and jacks along the side of the screen. The Sokovian isn’t sure what she’s trying to accomplish anymore, but she knows for certain that whatever Natasha's doing is none of her business. Agatha and Rio? Yes. Natasha and electronics? Hard no.

“Agatha’s your dead brother's friend and Rio creeps me out. Therefore, it’s not our business again until Mon- Got it!” She proclaims in excitement, glancing up at the flatscreen before her eyes shoot down to the laptop she’s connected it all to with a thick black cord Wanda’s never seen before. The static disperses into a clear image, a password protected site awaiting their attention. “Fuck, whys it asking me to log in.”

“The passwords my birthday?” Wanda snorts, watching fondly as Natasha hunches over the dresser more than necessary, distributing weight through her forearms that’s sure to leave bright red indentations for minutes. ”You made the password to your porn account my birthday?”

”Of course I did.” Natasha cranes her head over her shoulder, and in that moment trees rustle in the backyard, leaving no protection from the golden sunlight that breaks into fragments of gold across the green in her eyes. “I mean, I only come on here to think about all the things I want to do to you, so yeah, the passwords your birthday.”

Wanda rolls her eyes, bashful beneath the strong stare Natasha maintains despite the sting of ebbing summer sunlight attempting to disintegrate. Fall is only hours away, the turn of seasons facing late September tomorrow morning. She doesn’t know how its happened so fast, but on the other hand, it feels like so long ago they’d said goodbye to spring and allergies. “How charming.” She chimes back, running her fingers through her hair that she’s let air dry all afternoon. It holds a little bit of wave to it now, knotted and kinky at the ends where moisture lacks, but its in reasonable condition for a lack of product being combed through it gingerly.

“No, I know. Big on romance, I am.” Natasha grins goofily, entirely delighted by the time of night that's finally befallen them both as she completes her log in verification and navigates the familiar profile with ease, a small symbol beside the creatures name sparking Wanda’s attention for the first time, entirely trumping her wife’s ridiculous humor.

“We pay for this?!” She gasps, eyes wide with shock though she can’t say she’s entirely surprised by Natasha’s dedication to their Saturday night stream. They’ve never done this before, supported a pornstar like this, or at all, but there's something about this girl that they like, that they yearn for by the middle of the week when Saturday ends too soon just like Friday. It would scare Wanda if she let herself think about it too long, too deeply, but she doesn’t. It’s just a decision she makes with her wife every Saturday night. It’s a mutual decision that doesn’t negate or impact her worth, nor her relationship. She breathes through the reminder, last night still a sedative to her recuperating nerves.

“Oh, well. You weren’t supposed to see that. Stop looking!” Natasha sheepishly deflects and Wanda rolls her eyes exasperatedly, wondering what ploy had successfully baited her relatively frugal wife into subscribing. “We get into the stream first. Get priority in the comments. Trust me, we’re in great standings with Junebug.” She boasts, evidently unable to keep the information to herself now that it was out in the air for Wanda to grapple with mentally herself.

“You’re ridiculous.” She laughs simply, unbothered by the decision Natasha had made at one moment or another, aware of the commitment they’ve made to each other and the deeper meaning behind the continued and diligent engagement. There’s something sweet in Natasha only seeing Wanda in other women, if not slightly depraved as well, but mostly sweet.

“Yeah, I know.” Natasha huffs, clicking into the livestream on the laptop before she turns toward the bed, nodding at her phone that's left open and blinking on the comforter. “Make sure the chat is up, and then get yourself nice and comfortable for me. I want you on your back though, give your hips a break for tonight.”

“You weren’t concerned about my hips last night when you were grabbing them like you wanted to bruise me for life.” Natasha rolls her eyes as she watches Wanda shift her stance to bear her weight as she stands sensually, fingertips dragging up pasty thighs unnecessarily slow. It captivates her attention for a moment. The only thing she can consider is what lies beneath the shorts, but then Wanda prances toward the bed, shoulders rolled back and relaxed, and she can’t help but watch how waning sunlight warps the intricate highlights at the top of her head. It wasn’t long ago that the sun had bleached Wanda’s hair a trio of colors, but as summer became fall and the clouds prevented a UV index any higher than five on a good day, the color dimmed back to its soft cool brown.

“You’re a nerd.” Natasha scoffs, a blush rising onto her cheeks as sunlight twinkles in her eyes paired with something starry and flustered. Wanda snorts, shaking her head at the sight of her dominant wife so dazzled across the room, enchanted by only her simple presence like they’re not about to get off on the body of another woman. It’s sinful, truly and honestly it is, but they both shiver in excitement as the time inches nearer. “My nerd, but still a nerd.”

Seven o’clock. They’re never a minute late.

Natasha strips out of her t-shirt lazily, ripping it off with a nonchalant disinterest that Wanda almost misses. The fabric is soft, thin. Wanda knows it well, she’s felt it beneath her fingertips enough times, and it’s soundless as it falls to the floor with a thud in single seconds. Thick’s fingers had curled into the hemline and pulled upward, flexing muscles in shoulders and biceps that there are definitely proper names for, but Wanda’s never taken a second to learn. It’s a display of power, a reminder that Wanda only sees what Natasha wants her to see. They’re not playing for power right now, but the ball is still always in Natasha’s court of favor.

Wanda wriggles out of her shorts, the braided drawstrings that were once tucked into the waistband of the sweats dragging against her sensitive clit in the process. A strangled grown falls off her lips, breathy and restrictive as it pushes through her parted cherry tinted lips without permission. Natasha smirks, knowing she’d contributed to the ache between Wanda’s legs and the soreness in her hips that she’s not too too sorry about yet. She will be tomorrow, but for right now, she still finds it a badge of honor to wear smugly.

Natasha’s iPhone is silver, a cold metallic color that's often without a case. It’s industrial, a sleek accessory that further contributes to her roughness around the edges, but it just feels incomplete to Wanda who knows how much she’d once loved red silicone cases with thick bumpers on the corner. Wanda remembers when Natasha still had color, before their lives became a greyscale of adult mundaneness and appearances to keep up in the face of booming business. They’ve lost so much of themselves in finding these new versions. She hadn’t realized until right now how many simple little things had fallen away just so that Natasha had a way to assert her commitment to her business and her position as the top boss.

“You don’t say a lot.” Wanda comments, scrolling through the chat history that’s available in the chat. It deletes after two weeks, erases itself from existence like a dirty little secret, but the messages that still remain in bubbly black ink and text are graphic and vulgar.

“I don’t need to.” Natasha shrugs, crawling into the bed with Wanda as the television mounted to the wall showed a waiting screen before it cut black, coming back on with a live feed of soft yellow and pinks scattered around a room with concrete walls that felt a lot like a dorm room even to the uninformed third party audience. “She’s a good girl.”

Wanda hums thoughtfully, eyes transfixed on the television screen that showed posters of no important paintings and images most likely only thrown together to establish some kind of overall feel. They’re pleasant, soft pastel colors and gentle neutral tones that compliment each other well without any sense of darkness or shadows, but the simple innocence of the decor in the background is overshadowed by the body of a girl, a woman, sitting so perfectly still on a small bed that it almost gives the impression the stream is entirely frozen. The only confirmation that it's not is the lesbian flag waving with the breeze of a box fan in the far left corner. It’s definitely a dorm. Wanda makes that distinction in seconds now that she’s paying attention.

“She’s young.” Wanda comments, unable to help herself as her eyes follow the woman’s hands, watching how they slide across her exposed midriff with a softness that reeks of protected innocence. One way or another, this girl doesn’t have a single clue about what she’s doing, but she knows she likes the feeling, hte come down, it’s evident in the drive of her fingers as they itch to travel lower, ease the ache, create a different sensation entirely. Wanda hadn’t noticed before. The impatience, the indecision. Fingers painted a soft pink color probably similar to the shade of yup lids in the spring twitch and jump, trying so hard to be good, to stay only where they’re allowed to wander by the viewers watching and directing at home.

“You were young too.” Natasha rolls her eyes, reaching for the phone that Wanda had allowed to fall onto the comforter untouched, the chat still open and allowing a white glow to fill the space of the room that it touched. “Hand me the phone.” She redirects quickly, knowing that if she left it up to Wanda, they’d instead be having a lengthy conversation about age. That’s not what she wants right now. That can happen tomorrow.

“Say please.” Wanda snorts despite her fingers already curling around the edges of the sleek silver phone that’s cold to the touch without use or protection from calloused palms like Natasha’s. It’s already being exchanged, passed over with an indifference, but the taunt still feels necessary to throw out there and Natasha just rolls her eyes and huffs over frustrated breath, thankful that tonight’s the one night out of the week where somebody wont try to fight her every decision. ”Or don’t say please. That works too.”

“Do you want to watch the stream with me?” Natasha questions eventually, eyes narrowing into thin daggers as the sun falls away fully now outside the bay window, no longer creating broad strokes of orange that spill into the master bedroom at the end of the second story hallway.

“Yes.” Wanda answers because despite her questions and her nitpicking, she likes the stream just as much as Natasha does; she’s infatuated with Junebug just as deeply too.

Natasha hums, nodding her head along to Wanda’s admission all while her fingers type ferociously across the keyboard, slamming capital letters and punctuation with a speed that only shows how much time she spends copying code in the lab. “So stop talking and make yourself feel good.”

Wanda needs no further invitation, her fingertips that aren’t as jumpy or uncertain of their destination trail between her legs with a clear goal in mind. There was enough teasing yesterday, there’s been enough anticipation building all morning, Wanda sees no objective for foreplay right now, and Natasha has no objections as she looks away from the screen at just the right second to witness three fingers plunge into velvety walls and stretch open a hole that’s only still recovering from abuse. It’s a euphoric sound that escapes Wanda’s lips at the first brush of her fingers along her g-spot, her back arching off of the bed as she chases the pleasure spreading through her body like a wildfire. It’s different then when Natasha does it. It’s not inherently better, but it's different, and there’s a different kind of pleasure to chase when it’s all in your own deliberation.

“Feel good, baby?” Natasha smiles softly, hitting send on the instruction she’s just given to Junebug who still fumbles with her tank top on the stream, going no farther than trailing her fingertips around her belly-button before they dip down to the waistband of her shorts, never going beneath, but desperately itching to do so. Natasha scoffs at the lack of instructions in the chat, wondering where the initiative had gone between the additional audience members in chat.

The wind churns with the advance of nightfall outside, a howling sound filling the bedroom to partner with Wanda’s moans as she writhes on the California King bed, her ribcage poking through pale skin as she arches and twists with each stroke of pleasure she allows herself to feel. “Fuck, Nat.” She moans, head thrown back, three fingers working her core open with little forgiveness. Natasha hums, approving of the sight, appraising of the lessons Wanda's retained since the start of their passionate affair together.

Bonsai69 | go ahead and take that little top off. show off your tits like a good girl.

Thick fingers slide across the keyboard quickly, and in seconds the bedroom is filled with high pitched squeaks as cold air assaults soft skin on the television screen, the homey lighting in the sterile albeit homey dorm room-esque set up reflecting off of skin as layers are pulled overhead and discarded out of frame. The movements are sloppy, rushed. Natasha clicks her tongue against her lips disapprovingly, eyes darkening with lust as pretty fingers painted sweet colors pinch at nipples pebbled with desperate arousal. Soft gasps fall off of lips that aren’t shown, and Wanda groans on the bed as her legs fall farther open, her hips arching forward to meet her fingers.

Bonsai69 | you can do better than that. try again with those pretty shorts. make it worth my attention.

“I’m sorry!” It’s not often that either Natasha or Wanda hear the streamers voice, a rarity despite the increase in tips when it happens. Wanda thinks it's for identification purposes, Natasha just thinks she’s shy. It’s unimportant, a miniscule detail that only heightens how affected they are by the presence of this anonymous woman in their lives, but they both find the soft tone of her voice, your voice, hot enough to moan too.

Wanda drives her fingers deeper into her pussy, manicured nails scraping along the sensitive grooves of her walls as her motions become sporadic on the bed. She knows her wife. She knows her wife well, and Wanda knows that Natasha wants more from the inexperienced girl on the other end. The phone screen lights up the room with the glow of the television, but sweet moans that become desperate whines as shorts and panties are pulled off of legs that curl timidly in the process, trying so hard to be seductive, but still so aware of how exposed she’ll be if she spreads her legs too far in the process.

Bonsai69 | slap your pussy. prove you’re sorry.

Wanda can see the chat message appear on the screen, it’s a faint white text for a handful of seconds before it fades, and only when it’s vanished from view entirely does that tiny little hand on the screen come down on a pussy that’s begging for attention without having to say a word. Her thighs are barely parted, open just enough for her hand to fit between them and tap against her clit without weight behind it. It’s cute, but not what Natasha wants to see. Not what Natasha wants to teach her in this moment. Half of this streamer — Junebugs — appeal is her innocence. Or, that’s half the appeal for them, but Wanda knows her wife. And tonight, Natasha wants more.

Bonsai69 | spread your legs. don’t hide that pretty pussy from me.

The whine that crackles out of the speakers is angelic, soft and floaty, filled with bashful indifference and an outstanding need to obey despite said indifference. The soft thighs that Natasha’s wanted to get her hands on since they’d been blasted across the television screen fall open further, wider, showing off a cunt that’s, for the first time, been shaven entirely clean to perfection. It had almost been endearing to watch the girl stumble around with prickly patches in hard to reach spots or entire sections of missed hair follicles all together, but it's clean tonight. Smooth.

“Jesus Christ." Natasha groaned, throwing her head back onto the pillow as her hand dropped down off of her caseless phone, searching to apply dangerous pressure to her neglected clit that throbs for attention above a collection pool of need. “Fuck!” She curses breathlessly, eyes pinched closed in bliss for only a minute before she tightens the reins again; reestablished her grip on control. “Clean them.” She tells Wanda halfheartedly, somewhat taunting, somewhat begging for a single moment of physicality between someone real.

Wanda, with emerald eyes still fixed on the screen, watching intently as little fingers twitch with anticipation so close to where they really want to be, but still waiting for an order on what to do next — still trying to be so good, obeys with vigor. Her mouth falls open without a second thought, chin tilting up just a single inch more to give Natasha a better angle, a deeper one. The first taste against her tongue is heavenly, plentiful too, but before she’s ready to release them back Natasha pulls them away, wiping the moisture off her digits and onto the sheets before she returns her focus to the chat.

Bonsai69 | slap your pussy like you mean it.

And she does, or she tries to, but the effort is appreciated greatly as the chat floods with appraisal from the various different audience members. Natasha smirks smugly as the tip jar in the corner increases steadily by the minute, reaching five hundred, then six, then eight and she stops counting anymore, bringing her attention back to the angel on the screen smothered in her own arousal.

“Messy girl.” Natasha tsks, shaking her head in something similar to desperation or complete despair as the backlight from the laptop screen washes across the thighs slick with arousal yet unlicked. Her tongue sweeps across her bottom lip, dampening the skin that’s gone impossibly dry in seconds. “Wands.” Natasha calls for her wife, eyes glazed with lust, pupils blown wide in anticipation. She looks entirely unmade right now, but she’s completely in control. “Toys or make her try and get off on her pillow. Five bucks says she gives up in ten.”

Wanda’s hand pauses between her legs, her head lulling to the side as she analyzes Natasha and then turns her attention back to the screen, watching so closely as the sweet little thing twitches with her little cunt all open and on display, shaky thighs trembling to close and cover herself at least a little bit, but she doesn’t, she stays so so still, like a good girl.

“Eat me out and she gives up before I cum.” Wanda’s eyes sparkle, and she knows Natasha will take the bait because she always does, she can’t help herself. Regardless, her lips twist into an evil grin, her fingers moving fast across the screen once more without reprieve.

Bonsai69 | you’re going to ride your pillow. you’re not going to use your hands.

“Move over.” Natasha directs, and Wanda giggles as she shimmies into the center of the bed, her breath catching in her throat when Natasha grabs her thighs and pulls her down lower on the bed, her hair sprawled out around them in messy twists and strands. “God, you’re so perfect. So wet. You want my tongue, baby? Want me to make you cum before that pathetic little thing gives up? You just want me to make you cum instead of her, huh? Just want me to leave her hanging, focus on you. I can do that, my love. I can focus on you.”

Wanda moans ruggedly as Natasha trails kisses across her thighs, starting at her knee and working upward just until her nose brushed her brunette’s sensitive engorged clit. Hips jump, searching for friction, but the request is ultimately denied when lips pass over where they’re wanted most in favor of trailing down the other leg. Wanda writhes on the bed when a warm, wet tongue glides up her thigh next, collecting all the arousal that had leaked from between her legs with a groan that reverberates through her sensitive core. “Please!”

Natasha moans, and unable to help herself anymore, dives between Wanda’s legs with intent. She pries pasty thighs apart, fingernails digging into freckles and beauty marks that speckle the skin while her tongue laps at her wife’s pulsing clit, giving every ounce of her attention to the bundle of nerves that had been neglected all day.

Wanda doesn’t hold herself back, she doesn’t care to right now. Her hips rock against Natasha’s mouth, chasing pleasure. chasing pressure. The submissives moans become background noise, the sweet, pathetic whining and babbling as she drags her core against a pink gingham pillow case with scalloped ruffled edges encouragement for Natasha who slurps at the weeping entrance left abandoned now, nudging her nose against Wanda’s clit as she plunges her tongue into velvety walls.

“Fuck, Nat! Keep going!” Wanda’s head is thrown back at an angle that looks uncomfortable, and her fingers tangle tightly into Natasha’s hair as she rocks her hips desperately. “Fuck, I’m going to cum!”

Natasha groans, permission enough, and the Sokovian explodes with pleasure. Only when she begins to come down does Wanda realize Natasha’s got a hand between her legs too, feircly rubbing at her clit before she explodes with a groan that tickles the sensitive core she’s still smothered by. Wanda pushes her away desperately, a soft sigh mixed with a giggle falling off of her lips as she closes her legs, curling up onto her side as her directs her eye to the screen.

“Please! Please! I can’t! I-I can’t get close!” The mindless babbling becomes prevalent now, no longer just background noise to get off too, and Natasha smirks smugly, winking at Wanda who only rolls her eyes and grabs onto the corner of the comforter.

Bonsai69 | if you can’t get close then you’re not going to cum.

They can’t see the streamers face, they don’t know what’s going on outside of the frame, but they can tell she takes the news hard, the confrontation slamming against her so unavoidably that she stops grinding all together. There’s a splash of backlash in the comments, an uproar from the relatively silent crowd, but the lack of participation has guided this moment into Natasha’s hands only. She’s the only name on the screen worth any of the unknown woman’s attention.

Bonsai69 | take a couple of deep breaths. you did a good job

“Is that a cat?” Wanda laughs a moment after Natasha hits send, the message coming up on the television screen right below where an orange cat creeps into frame. It’s got a yellow collar around its neck, and a single spot of white just beneath its mouth. It’s not huge, but it’s not the tiniest cat either, and it’s the first time they’ve ever seen it, so Wanda zeroes in closely.

Natasha glances at it too, but before she can settle on the same conclusion, not all that focused on the animal but rather that woman she doesn’t know, the stream cuts out abruptly, flustered movements rushing to turn it all off. “It must’ve been. She’s never ended a stream so fast.”

“It was cute. Has a little yellow collar, a little spot of white under its chin. Reminded me of one of the street cats in Sokovia.” The brunette hums, curling up into Natasha’s embrace with a soft sigh.

“We could get one.” Natasha suggests, fingers tangling into her wife’s hair, her eyes drifting from the screen towards the window, trying so hard to picture a little feline curled up tight keeping them company through the night. She prefers dogs, but she’ll try her best for Wanda.

Wanda smiles, her eyes closing as she settles against Natasha. “I love you.” She whispers, deciding that’s a good enough response to convey all that she means but doesn’t have the words to say.

Living with your dad was… a little stressful, to say the least. He’s a good dad, of course he is. Always so attentive and looking out for you. He’s sweet and the two of you get along well. 

You’d moved out a couple years ago. Happily living in a two bed apartment in upstate New York, close enough for him to visit but not enough for him to hover. It was good, everything was going well.

Then he decided to announce to the world on national television that yes, he is Iron Man. Since then people havd been coming up to you on the streets, asking for interviews and what it was like to have a superhero as a father. People would approach you in shops, on day outs with your friends. Anywhere you were in public, it seemed as though you were seen as fair game. 

It got so bad that one day, without you realizing it, someone had followed you home. The whole ordeal was over before it had even really started, with a state of the art stark security system and well… Iron Man as a dad.

Still, after that Tony insisted that you move back into the tower, at least until things died down. You appreciated his concern for you, of course, but it started to get a bit much. 

New security systems were put in place in the tower, no one could enter without a clearance badge. You had your own floor, completely to yourself, for privacy. Or you were meant to, but your dad had security guards placed all around the floor. Even when you tried to leave, there were at least two security men around you at all times.

Everything just became too much, too much hassle, too overbearing. So you demanded to be given one night off, just one night with no security, no cameras, no nothing. Just you and your peace. 

You promised to keep your phone on you, assuring your father that if you needed him you knew how to get in touch with him. He agreed, begrudgingly, mostly because pepper was giving him a look that said he all but had no choice but to grant you this one freedom. 

You'd met her at a bar. This beautiful woman with pale skin, green eyes and long red hair. She was just so alluring, so sweet. She laughed at all your jokes, made a few good ones of her own. 

Her eyes shone when you smiled. Her hands soft on your body as you danced together. How could you refuse when she asked you to come home with her. You couldn’t, so you didn’t. 

She paid for the taxi. Opened the door for you when the black car pulled in front of the bar. Her apartment was tidy, homey. You smiled at the cat's play house in the corner. 

Her lips were soft on your own. Her fingers trailing all over your body. She led you to her bedroom, your body hitting the mattress before getting the chance to look around. 

The first time she made you cum you were on your back. Her mouth was warm on your nipples as her fingers buried deep between your legs. Her pace was tortuous, slow, reaching. You came with her name on your lips and an arch in your back. She made sure to ride out your high with her fingers before kissing her way down your body.

The second time she made you cum, her head was between your legs. Arms hooked firmly around your thighs, desperately trying to keep them apart with a strength you did not expect from the beautiful woman. Your legs shook when you came. And then again a third time, when she couldn’t get enough of the taste of you. You begged, pleaded, for something you couldn’t name, something just out of your reach with your mind filled only with thoughts of her.

She smiled up at you, her warm breath hitting your thigh, where she rested her head, as she watched you pant and twitch above her. She kissed the soft, plush skin once then asked to have you on your stomach. “Please” she’d begged breathlessly. So you did, rolled over and felt the softness of the blanket against your cheek. 

She disappeared for a moment and then reappeared with a strap on her hips. You couldn’t see the colour, size, nothing. You didn’t care. She asked if it was okay that she use it and waited for your reply before sliding into you. 

The pleasure was immense, even with how sensitive you were. Your hands grasped at the blanket either side of your head. She moaned above you and you could have come with the sound alone. 

She started out with the same pace of her fingers before. Her body pressed down fully against your own, her warm breath hitting your ear. Somewhere along the way her thrusts quickened, her body leaving your own as her hands found their home on your hips, pushing you into the mattress. You came with her strap buried inside of you, something in your chest sturring at her moaned plea to claim you, to breed you.

She pulled out slowly, her eyes fixated between your legs. Her hands ran soothingly over your thighs and up your back, gently pushing your hair out of your face. She shifted, the movement innocent and harmless, but it drew a whine from you all the same.

Her eyes snapped to your face, her pupils so blown you could almost lose yourself in them. “One more.” She pleaded, her hands running over your hips. “Please, baby.” 

Again, you couldn’t say no. She slowly helped you into an upright position. Her hands leaving you to lie herself against the mattress, patting her lap twice to call you over. 

Your hips hovered over her strap, your hands planted on her stomach for balance. She took your waist in your grasp and guided you down. Her hips buckled when you moaned. She didn’t let go, guiding you to ride her strap and grind down. She whispered the filtiest words to you, coaxing you to the edge and drawing out every ounce of please she could from your body. “Just like that baby.” “You look so pretty like this.”  “God, I’m gonna fill you up, take you all for myself.” She was relentless, nurturing, it was torture, until you’d come so hard you fell against her. 

You thought it was over. Five times in one night would have been a new best. Then she flipped you over, once again flat on your back. 

Her hand pinned your own above your head. Her free one applying light pressure to your neck. Your head was swimming, your mind gone fuzzy. All you could think about was how good it all felt. 

You tried to touch her, to lift your hands but she wouldn’t let you. “No, baby. Be good for me and take it.”  The strength she used to put you back in your place had a shot of arousal shooting through you. “M-mommy.” You whined brokenly and heard a loud moan from the woman in return. 

“Say that again.” She grunted, her thrusts turning deeper, dirtier. It felt like she was touching a part of you you didn’t know existed but felt so good. “Mommy please.”

This time when you came, your back arched far off the bed, your thighs closing around her body. The only thing your mind could fathom was her, her touch, her lips, her hand between your legs running lazily over your clit. The only words to pass your lips were “Mommy.” and “Please” Your vision blurred at the edges, your body giving itself over wholly to this woman and the pleasure she was bringing you.

You tried to speak but your throat felt raw. She noticed and handed you a glass of water. You thanked her and she kissed you in response, short and sweet. 

After a few minutes you came back to yourself. The strap she had before was gone, probably thrown in some corner. You felt a wash cloth between your legs, gentle as to not overstimulate you further. 

She said you could stay the night. That she’d order food and you could fall asleep in her arms, movie playing in the background. How could you say no.

You didn’t see her again until two weeks later. When you walked into the boxing room in the tower and saw her speaking with your father. Your steps faltered, your mind stumbling over itself to catch up. She turned to look at you, face unreadable. But she smiled, so you smiled back.

She didn’t mention to your father that she knew you, or more importantly how she did. You were grateful for that, not wanting to discuss your sex life with him. 

You got used to her company. Short moments around the tower when you ran into each other. Days out with your father and pepper where she’d be needed to work. You formed a type of friendship with her. 

She didn’t touch you again. Didn’t speak of when she had. Until one day, when she was sent to retrieve you for your father. She arrived outside your bedroom door, arm raised to knock when she heard a noise inside. 

Curiously, she pushed open the door, her breath catching in her throat at the sight she’s greeted with. You wore white two piece lingerie, your hair down and a necklace hanging between your breasts. Your hand disappeared beneath your panties, your legs spread wide. There was a shine of sweat present on your body that let her know you’d been at this a while. Your eyes screwed tightly shut. A whine from your lips letting her know you hadn’t been able to come yet. 

Natasha walked into the room, door closing behind her with a soft click. “Oh, baby.” She cooed, drawing your attention. Your fingers didn’t stop moving inside of you, your back arching slightly as your eyes landed on her, a moan passing your lips. “Mommy.” 

Natasha cleared the space between you in seconds, her hands on you before you even registered her moving. “I’m here, baby. Shh I’m here.” 

Natasha forgot all about the mission. All about your father, about fury. Anything and everything in the universe disappears from her mind as she made you fall apart on her tongue, her fingers, made you ride her thigh. 

Everything about you plays on loop in her mind for days afterwards. Your voice. Your body. Your laugh. The sounds you make when she’s inside you. Your eyes. The way your body feels against her own. Your smile. Everything. She can’t get you out of her mind.

This goes on for three weeks, you and Natasha sneaking away to see each other, dates and laughs and hours spent between the sheets. Whenever she’s away from you you’re the only thing on her mind. 

It’s maddening. She loves you. It took time to come to terms with but she knows she does. So she’s resolved to come clean to you about everything, hoping that if she does she can win your trust back. That the two of you can build a life together.

She has that exact thought on her mind as she rounds the corner to your father’s office, determination in her steps as she carries her resignation. 

Natasha pushes the door to Tony’s office open, only to be stuck at the threshold when she enters to see you and Tony standing looking over her files. Her S.H.I.E.L.D files. 

Natasha’s heart drops, her legs carrying her towards you before she can even think about it but she’s halted in her spot when you take a step back. 

She looks at you, really looks. Your eyes are glassy, your breathing uneven. Your complexion has paled  significantly. You almost look as though you’re about to get sick. 

“Please tell me it’s not true.” You say, voice wavering, your hand resting over your stomach. “Please.” 

Natasha shakes her head, her eyes frantic as she reaches a hand toward you. “Y/n I-” But what is she meant to say? She did it. She never intended to get mixed up with you, but she did and she fell in love with you. 

Tony looks furious, his eyes darting between you and Natasha as if figuring things out. “You- you used my daughter?!” Tony roars, taking a step towards Natasha. “The rest of it? Whatever! You wouldn’t be the first! But you brought my daughter into it?!” 

“No- Tony- Mr Stark. It’s true, I am an agent. I- I was undercover. But I really, truly care for your daughter. I-”

“Get out.” You say, tears spilling down your face. 

Natasha eyes snap to you, her heart beating erratically in her chest as she takes in your words. “What? No, y/n please. I- it wasn’t meant to be like this. Please believe me.” 

You only shake your head at her, your arms coming up to hug around your waist as you step closer to your father, a sob passing your lips. “Just leave. Please.”

“Baby, please.” Natasha’s voice cracks, tears welling up in her own eyes at the thought of losing you. 

“She told you to leave.” Tony's words are short, clear and final as he steps in front of you, blocking you from her line of sight. 

Natasha drops her head in defeat, her chest tight as she turns to leave. The last thing she hears before the door shuts behind her is the sound of your pained sobs and she swears to herself then and there, she’s never felt heartbreak quite like this before. 

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You run back up the stairs before Sharon can protest, quickly mounting the steps with quiet ease. Her apartment door is cracked open, just how you left it. The dog tag is under the coffee table, waiting for you. You’re halfway down the stairwell, fingers curled tight around your necklace, when you hear the sound.

Footsteps.

Deliberate. Heavy.

Climbing the stairs, slow but certain.

Your chest tightens. No time to think- you pivot, burst back through the apartment door — and someone slams in right after you.

Hard.

A steady grip grabs your arms before you stumble back and hit the floor.

“Y/N.”

The voice stops everything. Quiet. Raspy. Russian-accented. Devastatingly familiar.

You look up—

Red hair and civilian clothes. But the stance is the same. Controlled. Deadly. Still a weapon, even in street clothes.

Natasha fucking Romanoff.

Your fingers tighten around the dog tag still clenched in your fist. Something cold and heavy fills your chest at the sight of her. Almost…venomous.

Her face is a memory you can’t trust. A war you didn’t ask to fight. For one awful second, your heart wants to remember her. Your heart remembers everything- the truth of it all. It lurches forward, does spins for her. But your body doesn’t flinch. It doesn’t soften around her like it used to.

Neither does she. She says nothing- but looks at you like a ghost. A dead girl, walking. Natasha swears that even you can hear how hard her heart is beating in her chest, trying to break the bones keeping it there.

Behind you, the apartment door swings open again. Sharon bursts out, gun already raised and pointed straight at her prime target. Her voice is low, steady — lethal.

“Don’t move. Here alone?”

Natasha’s gaze shifts, slow and unimpressed, to the barrel pointed at her chest. “What, you’re protecting Y/N now?”

You don’t even realize Coulson’s behind you until you feel his hand close firmly around your arm, tugging you back a step. Protective. Urgent.

You don’t resist — but your eyes stay locked on Natasha.

Sharon doesn’t waver.

“Someone has to. You obviously weren’t up for the job.” Natashas gun is pulled now, pointed at Sharon just the same. Both women have twitchy fingers, and are far to eager to use their bullets. You don’t say a word, but you’re still staring at the woman who once meant something — maybe everything — and you feel nothing but an angry static noise in your skull where the memories should be.

Natasha sucks in a breath, “We’re not here to hurt her.”

You step forward before Phil can stop you, cornering the Black Widow into a wall. “Go ahead, Romanoff. Say it. Say you’re here to help me.”

She looks at you like she’s searching for something familiar — something soft. You see her chest heaving, a quiver in the way she breathes. Her training requires her to hide it, but she’s never been good at hiding from you. Her eyes flick away from your bruising stare.

Coulson can sense it- the unraveling. The tension thats starting to spill over the room, the way you crack your knuckles and try not to choke her to death.

Natasha is pressed against the wall, your forearm tight on her throat, “We,” she grits her teeth, “we wanted to talk with you. That’s it. To offer something.” As the words come out of her mouth they taste bad, like a lie.

“What was it that happened the last time we talked?,” you pretended to think about it like it wasn’t seared into your brain. Your arm pressed harder, “I think it was something like a tranquilizer being shot into the side of my neck, you going quiet on the other line, and then enduring months of torture and psychological warfare. Ring a bell?”

Sharon tapped your shoulder, “We gotta go,” the barrel of her gun was still pointed at the Black Widow across from her. You took a step back, eyes still trained on your target.

Then, a deep voice cut through the static in your head. Everyone’s eyes snapped up, and standing there was Nick Fury and Secretary Ross.

Both men lanked by agents. The kind who don’t speak unless it’s to shoot.

“Evening,” Ross says coolly, stepping over the threshold like he owns the place. “Heard we had a ghost problem.”

Sharon raises her gun. “This is a private residence.”

Ross doesn’t flinch. “And I’m here on official government business. That little experiment behind you?” He gestures toward you without looking. “That’s a loose end that we need to tie.”

Silence.

Ross grunts. “We don’t have the luxury of story time right now, Agents. We just need you three rogues to come back to base with us.”

Natasha’s voice is ice. “Make time to explain, Ross.”

“You’re dumber than you look if you think I’m going with you, at least not without me in a body bag,” you spit. You ignore Ross, and it’s the first time you make eye contact with Fury in months. It’s like looking in the eyes of a stranger.

Your eyes now focus in on Secretary Ross, “I don’t work for you,” you say, teeth gritted. “Or the Avengers. Not anymore.”

Ross leans forward, voice just above a whisper. “No, sweetheart. You don’t. But you will.”

He drops a manila folder on the floor in front of you. Blueprints. Photos. All spilled out before your eyes. You see mobile canisters bearing the same bio-hazard stamp you’ve seen in nightmares. “An insider told us they plan to disperse compound A-07 gas somewhere big, maybe Grand Central. First commuters inhale it, become human weapons within ten minutes. Then, half the city is under it.”

He eyes you, “You’re living proof it works all too well. So what do you want- to be a martyr? Or a monster? Or a hero again?”

A long silence.

Then—quietly—you ask, “What do you want?”

“Help. You’re the only one who’s actually survived and knows how it works.”

“I can’t help you. I won’t fall for another one of these tricks. Clean up your mess,” you turn to leave, run out the door, anything to get away from them.

“If you won’t talk now, we’ll need you for later,” Fury finally speaks as his regretful eyes meet your broken ones, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Mission complete, asset.”

The words crash through you like a stun grenade.

Everything inside goes still—muscles, breath, thoughts—frozen mid-step. You’re aware of it, furious at it, yet powerless; Hydra’s leash hidden in Fury’s mouth. You feel your eyes closing, and the world goes dark before you.

Natasha moves swiftly, catching you before you fall. Her arms hold your limp body, protective and close.

She whips around, snapping at the men in front of her,“What the hell did you just do?”

Sharon glares at the assasin across from her, “That’s what Hydra did. You can thank yourself for that.”

Ross looks to Sharon, then Coulson, like he’s daring them to stop him.

“She goes with us. Avengers Tower. Decontamination. Evaluation. And maybe, just maybe, she can help us. You two ride with Romanoff.”

And just like that, you were on your way back to a different kind of hell. The one you had missed during your days in the raft. The one you defended during your torture.

The first thing you did when your mind started waking up was groan.

The room was a little chilly, your body was sore and your head was about to kill you. You kept your eyes closed, trying to decide if you should stay in bed that day or join your friends for breakfast.

You arrived to Cancun three days ago after the endless begging of your friends for you to join them on their little trip. And it was supposed to be healing as you found yourself again. But right then and there, you were regretting joining them for drinks at the hotel’s bar the night before.

You sighed. The headache wouldn’t go if you didn’t take anything. And when you tried to reach for your phone, instead of touching the nightstand, you touched a warm body.

That made you sat up immediately, making you aware of your naked state as the sheets fell into your lap. Your lips parted as you looked to your left.

A brunette was lying on her back, her arm over her head trying to block the sunlight and her other hand below your pillow and her chest covered with the sheets. You moved backwards, only to bump into another body and you gasped.

When you turned to your sight, you found a redhead lying on her chest, her back bare and marked. Her arm placed protectively over your lap.

Your head started spinning a little as the memories of the night before finally flooded your mind as your eyes scanned the room that clearly wasn’t yours.

And your cheeks started burning.

(—)

The day before.

Wanda convinced her wife to have a little getaway. By little she meant a Caribbean paradise to forget about the not-so-little break up with their latest girlfriend.

They were running from their demons. Every inch of their house reminded them of the breakup and when Natasha started spending more time in the office than by her side, Wanda knew they had to leave as far away as they could.

And the redhead wasn’t so sure at first but when her wife kissed her so seductively and whispered the filthiest things in her ear, Natasha couldn’t resist anymore.

Everything was running smoothly. They tanned, read and swam at the pool like it was their second honeymoon. And they fucked like they could pound the memories out of each other. It was working, though.

Until, you walked in front of them at the pool. Wanda’s jaw almost dropped and she swore she heard Natasha growl under her breath but it could’ve been her. It was hard to say.

You looked stunning. A red bikini adorning your body, your hair pulled up, sunglasses resting at the top of your head and a beach bag hanging on your shoulder. And you stopped before them, turning around when someone called your name and Wanda’s hopes died when a tall blond man approached you.

He hugged you and your body relaxed under his touch. And Wanda couldn’t help when she sighed and turned to look at Natasha. But her wife was still looking at you, and if it wasn’t for her sunglasses, Wanda would’ve noticed the way Natasha’s eyes darkened at your sight.

Then the redhead furrowed her brows, making Wanda look back at you. You were giggling and trying to push away the man, as he took away your bag and started fighting with you.

Wanda jumped on ready to help you but Natasha stopped her. You kept laughing, pushing him away as he kept threatening to push you to the pool.

“Luke, stop!” you laughed and your voice was like music to their ears.

Were your moans as sweet as your laughter? Or did your voice drop lower when you felt needy?

But Wanda’s trail of thoughts was interrupted with your scream and a splash, flinching a little when water reached her and she gasped when you weren’t coming out of the water.

Natasha reacted first, jumping to the pool instantly and helping you out. You took a deep breath, your cheeks instantly flushed as Natasha held your hips protectively.

You brushed your hair back. Your eyes meeting a pair of unfamiliar green eyes looking at you worried. For a moment, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. And your lips parted to talk but you were sure you forgot your own name.

“Are you okay?” Natasha asked softly, not quite ready to let you go and unaware of your flustered state.

“Come on, sassy, stop pretending you don’t know how to swim” Luke interrupted the moment and you weren’t sure who growled, you or the redhead.

You turned to glare at him and flipped him off, only making him laugh and then you looked back at the redhead.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you” you said softly and Natasha nodded.

The redhead helped you out of the pool and you offered her your hand to help her out, ignoring the teasing tickles from your best friend.

Your breath faltered when you took in the redhead’s image. She was wearing a black bikini top and a pair of black shorts. But that wasn’t what made you stop breathing, it was her toned abdomen and her strong arms that made you forget about everything else.

Luke pinched your side, offering you a teasing grin and you rolled your eyes and smacked his arm.

“Hey! Don’t be so mean” he grunted, placing a hand over his burning skin where your punch landed and you smacked him again “Stop!”

“That’s for pushing me, vipes” you huffed and he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek “I’ll deal with you later” you muttered and faced the redhead again, that was now drying herself.

In that moment you noticed the brunette that was lying next to her and your mouth watered at her sight. She was wearing a mustard bikini, long legs perfectly tanned and a collarbone that was challenging you to touch just to find out if it was as sharp as it looked. She smiled at you softly and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red.

“I- we are sorry” you said softly, your eyes dancing in between them and you offered the redhead a grateful smile “Thank you for saving me, that was really kind”

“Yeah, saving you from your own stupidity” Luke teased but regretted it when both women glared at him as if they were trying to kill him on spot.

“Yeah, that too” you chuckled, a little amused that they made Luke squirm a little “But really, thank you”

It was like you weren’t ready to go, glued on your spot even when Luke was trying to make you keep walking. But you would’ve done anything to hear the redhead’s voice again and wondering how the brunette sounded.

And as if they could hear your thoughts, both smiled softly at you.

“It was nothing, just…” Natasha glanced at Luke for a moment and her eyes softened when meeting yours “be careful. It doesn’t matter if you know how to swim, games like that could end up badly”

Luke huffed like a scolded child behind you and you nudged him with your elbow making him yelp as you smiled and nodded.

“Tasha, don’t be so hard on them” Wanda scolded her wife softly and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “Glad you are okay, sweetheart”

Your breath hitched at the sound of the brunette’s voice. It was sweet and alluring. You would even dare to say motherly in a way that electrified your skin and made your knees feel weak.

Luke noticed your state. He could almost see the moment your brain malfunction and he smirked. As much as both women made clear they didn’t like him, his little game turned out better than he imagined. Still, he cleared his throat and you flinched.

“Yeah, I- huh, thank you again” you finally said, trying to remember how to breathe and waved at them “Sorry for the trouble and I hope you keep having a good time”

You started walking but Luke stood still, watching you with an amused smirk and you rolled your eyes. You grabbed him by the wrist, trying to ignore the curious eyes of the women and fighting to make him move.

“Vipes, I swear to god-“ you grunted and he chuckled, starting to move as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Come on, sassy. I have a story to tell” he laughed and you pushed him away.

Both women watched you leave as you bickered with him. And Natasha almost jumped again when you were close to falling but this time Luke grabbed you by the waist and you started smacking his arm but giggled.

“Do you think they-“ Wanda started and Natasha looked at her wife.

“I don’t think so, dorogaya” Natasha sighed and laid down, putting her sunglasses back on “I hope not”

“You hope?” Wanda smirked and Natasha scoffed “Don’t be like that, moya lyubov’. We are on the same team here” the brunette smacked her wife’s thigh playfully.

Natasha chuckled, wrapping her arms around her wife and pulling her over her lap. She kissed Wanda’s neck as Wanda tried to break free because Natasha was too cold for her hot skin.

“I know we are, but I’m not so sure we should be thinking that way” Natasha said softly and Wanda turned to look at her, letting her body curl over Natasha’s and pecking her lips softly.

“Maybe that’s what we need, Tasha”

They both looked at you. You were now at the other end of the pool, lying down as the sun kissed your skin with your arms folded behind your head. Luke was standing before you and telling your two other friends about what happened, but their eyes were fixed on you.

“Maybe, but she’s gone now, Wands” Natasha said softly. She kissed Wanda’s forehead and patted her side as she offered her wife a loving smile “But I can get creative tonight”

Wanda laughed and kissed Natasha. At the end of the day, the redhead was her true partner in crime. The rest of the world was just a fantasy.

(—)

“Do I really have to go? I’m tired” you whined, letting yourself fall onto the mattress as Maddison threw you a dress “Mads”

“None of that, baby girl, it’s Friday night” she shrugged and looked at you “Just tonight, the rest of the week you can ignore our pleads”

You sat straight and snorted “You always say that and for some reason, it keeps happening”

But you complied. Anything to keep your mind away from home or away from the women that saved your life that day. Mostly them.

They were extremely hot, even Luke made an effort to state that when he was telling the story to Noah and Maddison. And you felt their gazes more than once during the day at the pool, or maybe you just imagined that since you wished for them to keep noticing you.

You weren’t sure, though. By the way they talked, at least the little you heard, they seemed to be married but it wouldn’t be the first time you mistaken friends for lovers. You could never trust your gaydar.

So a night out to clear your mind sounded marvellous. It was that or staying at your room as your mind ran over and over again their faces like a prayer.

You started dressing yourself, ignoring Maddison when she called you a good girl and after doing your makeup, both of you left your room.

The boys were already waiting for you at the hotel’s bar since you weren’t in the mood to go full nightclubbing and that was the best you could offer. And they agreed just because if they got you tipsy enough, maybe you would be the one wanting to change scenarios.

You greeted both and sat on a barstool next to Luke that was grinning at you mischievously. You squinted your eyes as he wiggled his brows and then decided it was better if you didn’t know.

You asked the bartender for a piña colada and Luke groaned.

“Dude, you are going soft” he glared at you and changed your order for something stronger a Moscow Mule.

“No, you are trying to kill me” you scoffed and Luke laughed “Vodka isn’t my cup of tea, vipes”

“Tonight it is” he shrugged and leaned over the counter “Your girlfriends are here, by the way”

At that, you straightened your back and Luke started laughing louder. You pushed him away when he tried to hug you and grunted.

“Shut up” your cheeks flushed and you thanked the bartender when he placed your drink before you and gave a long sip “They are not my girlfriends”

“But you wish they were” he teased, nudging your side playfully.

“She wishes what?” Noah chimed in, his arms wrapped around Maddison’s waist and you groaned, hiding your face in between your hands.

“That the hot women from earlier were her girlfriends or at least one of them. Hard to tell if they are together” Luke said tapping his chin in a thoughtful manner and you punched him.

“Are they here?” Mads asked, her eyes already scanning the place and you closed your eyes.

Ever since you broke up with your ex, your friends were firm believers that the only way out of your dark tunnel was a quick fuck. Noah and Luke were insufferable about it but when Maddison chimed in, it only got worse.

And you knew they were trying to cheer you up. After all, they were the ones collecting the pieces of your broken heart. But no one was interesting enough for you to really pay attention until that day.

You didn’t even know their names and maybe it was for the best. But both women were extremely attractive, it wasn’t even fair to be that hot. Physically should be impossible and yet, they were goddesses walking down on earth.

Luke told the story, emphasising on the fact that you were flustered when you talked to them and they pushed all day for you to talk to them. You stayed firm, though, even if on the inside you wanted to do it.

But it was like tossing a coin. They could be married or just friends or worst case scenario they were straight. Either way, you would’ve ended up making a fool of yourself and you weren’t ready for that hit.

“Yeah, corner booth on your right” Luke smirked and Noah and Maddison turned their faces in the most obvious way they could.

You gulped the rest of your drink and ordered another one. They were as embarrassing as any parent could be. Well no, they were worse.

“Dude, they are one hundred percent lesbians” Noah said looking at you and you side eyed him “Mads is the only straight woman I believe is that beautiful, the rest are certainly lesbians”

“Nice wording, baby” Maddison kissed his cheek and he smiled proudly “But he is right. And they make me wish I was into women, like damn”

You sighed, loudly and dramatically. You were delusional but your friends always fuelled that side of you and this time you weren’t falling for it.

“Well, then they are married. Cheers to that” you said raising your glass and Luke patted your shoulder “Do not hit on me, Lucas”

He chuckled “I was gonna say, you could always try your shot”

You gulped again your drink, leaving your glass half empty and shook your head as you laughed.

“Last time you told me that, I found my best friend” Maddison laughed at that and cheered with you “And I’m not replacing her”

The three of them kept teasing you, trying to encourage you to go and talk to them but that only made you keep drinking. And maybe alcohol wasn’t the best solution for your broken heart, the teasing or the need that was increasing between your legs every time you glanced at them, but the alcohol was making it bearable.

In the middle of your fourth drink, the bartender pushed a new drink and you looked at him confused. It was a different drink, the glass was garnished with lipstick and you raised a brow.

“This cocktail is called ‘The Flirt’” he explained with a soft smile, gaining the attention of your friends as they turned to look at him with curious eyes “Tequila, brandy, cranberry juice and lime juice” he continued, focusing on you as you stared at the drink like it held all the answers in the world “From the ladies over there”

Your cheeks started burning as Noah and Luke high five and Maddison started laughing. The bartender offered you a friendly look but it didn’t help to soothe your nerves and you tried to give it back.

“I don’t think this is a good idea” you said shyly, finishing your drink and Luke wrapped his arm around your shoulder “Don’t”

“Sassy, it’s just a drink not a marriage proposal” he said softly, restraining himself from teasing you. He sniffed the drink and looked at the bartender “I want one, smells nice. Please”

“Take mine” you grunted and Luke ignored you, pleading silently to the bartender to go and he nodded “Lucas”

“No, we are not doing this” he said firmly and you turned to look at him “I know we tease you a lot but this is a sign, (Y/N)” you groaned and started shaking your head “Yes, it is. Take the drink and just go and thank them. If they were just being nice with you, you can come back and we all go to bed” Noah smacked the back of his head but Luke remained unbothered, almond eyes only focused on you and smiling softly “And I will do whatever you want for a month”

“You really want me to go over there, huh?” you giggled softly and his smile widened.

“It’s been six months, sassy girl” he pecked your cheek “Go and if you don’t like them, look at me and I will go and pretend I’m your jealous boyfriend”

You laughed and rolled your eyes playfully “You always want to play that role” he shrugged and you sighed “Fine, but I will make you suffer for a month”

You stood up and took the drink. Your hand slightly shaking as you took a deep breath. It felt like you even forgot how to flirt, you were rusty after five years of being in a relationship.

“Go, get ‘em tiger” he patted your shoulder and you sighed.

(—)

Surprisingly, the drink was Natasha’s idea.

But she had to do something because it couldn’t be a coincidence that they ran into you two times that day after not seeing you the whole week. And Wanda also kept throwing stealthy glances at you, although she wasn’t as subtle as she think she was. Not for Natasha, at least.

And if it went wrong, Natasha could blame it on the alcohol later. Even when she knew how to handle her vodka. But the smile of her wife was priceless when she did the request to a waiter, so it really was worth the trouble.

But Wanda’s smile faded when she watched you struggle. Your blond friend was telling you something, the bartender was looking at you trying to decide what to do and your other two friends were immersed in their own world.

You looked conflicted.

“I think we over did it, moya lyubov’” Wanda looked at Natasha nervously, biting her lip and feeling her heart race.

The redhead extended her arm and Wanda took her hand seeking comfort. And there wasn’t any other thing that could soothe her worries like Natasha’s reassuring smile.

“Well, in that case we tried and I keep my word on getting creative tonight” Wanda giggled and Natasha’s smile widened “There you are, dorogaya”

“Yeah, you are right. Maybe my gaydar is broken” Wanda sighed, shrugging and Natasha laughed.

“Or maybe she’s not into us, Wands” Natasha teased and her wife offered her an offended look “Well, into me. My wife is extremely hot”

“Hey now! My wife is hotter” Wanda grinned and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “But really, it’s okay. At least she got a free drink and…”

Natasha’s eyes flicked your way and her heart skipped a beat. You were now walking towards them, stumbling a little but with the drink on your hand. And for a second, Natasha thought you were going to throw the drink to them. But when her eyes met yours, you smiled softly and she forgot how to breathe.

“Dorogaya”

“So I think we could just close the tab and…”

“Wands”

“I really don’t mind. In fact, I think I’m feeling tired. Aren’t you…”

“Wanda!” Natasha said louder and Wanda flinched, furrowing her brows a little hurt because her wife never raised her voice. At least not to Wanda “I’m sorry, my love, but look”

Wanda then looked your way. You were closer, walking too slow for Natasha’s liking but she was enjoying the view. And Wanda’s breath faltered as she squeezed Natasha’s hand tightly and ignored when her wife grunted.

Both looked at you in awe when you stood before them. The crimson dress that you were wearing made you look like an angel of death. Their deaths. Your hair was down, your collarbone adorned with a cute silver necklace and you were wearing rings.

“Hey” you said shyly “Thank you for the drink. Seems like I owe you big time now” you joked, trying to keep your nerves in check even when the alcohol was numbing you and still your skin was buzzing.

Natasha’s jaw was one movement away from dropping, you couldn’t look hotter even if you wanted to. It should be illegal or something. And Wanda wasn’t so sure about her own name, afraid of talking and making a fool of herself.

They were never shy around women. Not when they were single and specially not since they were married. Both were natural flirts, almost bordering arrogance when it came to their looks. They knew they were hot, they knew they were charming, they were overly-confident with their skills in specially in bed.

And yet, in that exact moment, they both forgot how to talk.

On your end, the silence stretched too quickly. It was barely two minutes, but your confidence shattered. What if they didn’t mean to send you the drink? What if it was meant for someone else? What if they didn’t even want you there?

You bit your lip nervously, taking a step back and looking over your shoulder. Luke nodded and said something to Noah and Maddison, and started to walk towards you.

And Wanda finally snapped out of her own thoughts.

“Hey, sweetheart” she smiled softly and her voice electrified your skin “Did you like the drink?”

Wanda kicked Natasha under the table, not daring to look away from you and her wife growled but it was enough for her to react.

“I- well I haven’t…” your cheeks flushed and you shifted your weight nervously.

“Why don’t you join us for that drink?” Natasha said sliding over the round booth to sit closer to Wanda and gave you space “Unless you have somewhere else to be?”

There was a hopeful edge on Natasha’s voice and your legs almost failed you because she sounded so sweet. But before you could accept, Luke’s arm wrapped around you protectively.

“What are you doing, baby?”

Wanda threw a ‘I told you so’ look to her wife. Natasha’s jaw clenched at the sight of the blond man. Your cheeks were burning and you were wishing for the earth to swallow you up. The only one that was grinning and in control was Luke; the one person that didn’t belong there.

In his defence, you gave him the signal.

You took a deep breath and turned to look at him, trying to silently ask him to go but Luke was dumb when he wanted.

“Why don’t you go with Noah and Mads, hm?” you asked softly and he frowned.

“What? But you…”

“You heard me, vipes” you cleared your throat, your eyes wide opened as you tried to signal him to get on track. But you could see how slowly the dots were connecting “Lucas!”

You smacked his arm and he flinched. And finally, he reacted. Luke grinned and nodded, you could just wish he didn’t look that obvious to the beautiful women behind you as much as he did to you.

“Oh, yeah. Huh” he scratched the back of his neck and looked over you “Ladies, I think I never apologised. Sorry for the disturbance earlier and for…” you pinched his arm subtly and he grimaced “Yeah, for earlier. I’ll see you later, sassy” he leaned and pecked your cheek.

Natasha watched him leave and she smiled triumphantly to her wife. The redhead loved being right, she loved even more proving her wife wrong even when that got her in trouble. It was always worth it.

And she told herself as much when Wanda nudged her forcefully with her elbow and smiled at you with innocent eyes when you turned to look at them.

Wanda Maximoff was the devil in disguise and no one but Natasha knew that.

“Sorry about that, he just… well, it doesn’t matter” you bit your lip nervously, trying to gather your thoughts “So may I sit or should I just…”

“Please, I promise we don’t bite” Wanda said cheerfully “Unless you are into that, in that case we very much bite”

Natasha looked at her wife incredulously. Wanda only got that chatty when she was nervous, like it was her first time interacting with a woman and if they wanted a chance with you, Wanda needed to get it together.

But you chuckled and sat on the spot Natasha left you.

“I guess it depends on who is biting, so we will see” you smiled softly, gaining confidence from god knows where but it was working.

“So sassy? Is that your name?” Natasha said casually, taking a sip of her drink and your cheeks flushed.

You were there already flirting with them and you didn’t even know their names nor they knew yours. But the redhead was smooth, you gave her that.

“God no” you giggled and Natasha almost choked on her drink, could you get even cuter? “Vipes calls me by my gamertag. I mean Luke, I also call him by his gamertag” you babbled and Natasha held back an amused smirk.

You were just like her wife. Well, Wanda barely got that nervous so it was almost your fault that she was in that state. But that seemed to be your usual. And it made sense.

If Natasha had to guess, you probably were in your mid twenties. At least ten years younger than them. You seemed to come from a good family, nice manners and probably you had siblings based on the way you treated your friend. Long-term relationships were your thing, so a one night stand was barely an option and still, you were there with no expectations.

That was the redhead’s final assessment. And she was right. Natasha Romanoff was always right.

“Gamertag?” Wanda tilted her head slightly and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red, making Wanda’s curiosity spike even more.

You probably sounded like a total nerd. Or that’s what you believed while Wanda was genuinely curious. Natasha was the gamer, not her.

“Yes, dorogaya. Gamertag, you know the name you use online when you play?” Natasha explained sweetly and Wanda raised a brow, clueless “Like mine? Black Widow?”

“Oh, I see” she giggled and looked back at you “You’ll have to forgive me, perhaps I’m old” her cheeks flushed and you wanted to tell her you probably looked like trash next to her, that there was no way she was that old. But you bit the inside of your cheek nervously “And sassy is yours?”

“Something like that but my name is (Y/N)” you hummed and took a sip of your drink to soothe your nerves “And do you have names or should I just call you hottie one and hottie two?” your tongue ran before you could stop yourself and your eyes widened, coughing and not sure where to focus “I mean- god, I’m so sorry. I take it back. No, I mean I don’t take it back. You guys are hot but I say that respectfully and I didn’t want to…”

Natasha grabbed your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze, making you look at them. They were smiling a little amused but they weren’t judging. You bit your lip nervously, embracing the warmth of Natasha’s touch as she rubbed tender circles on the back of your hand.

“Thank you for the compliment, malyshka” Natasha started softly, as if she was trying to be careful of not scaring you away “I’m Natasha and this is my wife, Wanda”

“And I gotta say, you have a very cute name” Wanda added, smiling at you and almost climbing Natasha’s lap just to be closer to you because her wife got to touch you first and the brunette was competitive.

“You guys do too” you nodded, downing half the drink before you could keep talking and you made a bigger fool of yourself “You also make a lovely couple”

And they did. They truly did. It shouldn’t be fair that two women that hot were together but life was never fair. And they looked like a match made in heaven, like two pieces that belonged together perfectly. It was written all over them.

But knowing that didn’t keep you from feeling a little disappointed because the chances of them looking for a third were very thin.

“Oh, thank you. That’s really sweet, isn’t it moya lyubov’?” Wanda smiled at her wife and Natasha hummed, her eyes fixed on you even when her wife kissed her cheek.

“Is that… Russian or something?” you asked curiously and Natasha offered you a proud smile, one that made your heart flutter.

“It is. Good job, malyshka” Natasha praised and your arousal pooled between your legs “Wanda called my love and I just called you little one” she explained but you were half listening. You nodded but you were squeezing your legs thanks to the praise and the pet name, what was wrong with you?

“I’m not that little” you murmured and Wanda giggled “I’m twenty five”

“It’s not like that, sweetheart” Wanda explained with a soft smile “Although, for us you are little. In a cute way and maybe we are just older” your lips parted to ask but she tutted “It’s rude to ask a lady her age”

“She’s thirty five, I’m thirty seven” Natasha rolled her eyes playfully and Wanda smacked her arm. You giggled “You act like you are eighty or something, Maximoff”

“Says the woman that keeps complaining about her knee” Wanda scoffed and winked at you.

Their silly banter was refreshing. You weren’t sure how long they’ve been together but the way they acted around each other was something you wished you would be able to find one day. Being around someone that long for them to be your best friend and your lover.

“So, malyshka, what brings you here? To Cancun, I mean” Natasha asked grinning at you.

“For that, I think I’ll need another drink” you said shyly.

“As you wish” Natasha called a waiter over.

And you tried to collect your thoughts and feelings. It was a terrible idea to talk about your ex when you were trying to flirt with them. But they asked and you couldn’t find in yourself to lie, not to them.

Their beauty made you nervous and made your whole body buzz with need. But both women also looked at you as if they could catch you when you fell, like they would never judge.

The real question was: could you trust them?

(—)

None of you were sure how long you’ve been hanging in that booth. But the more you talked to them, the more comfortable you felt.

The moment you saw Wanda, you knew she was a sweet person. There was a light around her that was compelling, that called you without trying. But getting to know her was a full experience. The brunette was well educated, loved reading, she was the reason Natasha didn’t get a dog because she was more of a plant person and she volunteered in a music center by giving piano lessons for children that couldn’t afford them.

She was a true angel. Plus, you now were sure about her motherly energy.

Natasha, on the other hand, at first seemed like a little rigid. She teased, she flirted, but it was like Natasha was holding back. You saw the moment the redhead started easing up to you, how her body relaxed and her smile was more genuine.

She turned out to be hilarious, a goofy woman that loved pushing her wife’s buttons even when that got her in trouble, a huge protective energy and incredibly intelligent.

Natasha read you like an open book, every question she asked was precise as if she already knew the answer and wanted to confirm it. But it made sense, she ran her own security company, she needed to know how to read people. It was impressive nevertheless, because she was a software engineer and you always pictured people like that having a little more trouble when mingling.

Both were amazing and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be with them or be like them. Because together, they looked like a solid couple that knew each other better than they knew themselves.

Wanda would scrunch her nose when she didn’t understand a small thing and Natasha would be there explaining patiently to her wife in words that were more familiar to her. Natasha would tense up when a question took her by surprise and Wanda would caress her arm and lock her fingers with her wife’s.

And you wished you could be jealous, even if you didn’t know of who or what, but it wasn’t coming. Because they were also making sure to wrap you in their own bubble.

They listened to you when you talked about the real reason you were there and their eyes softened as if they were going through the same thing. Wanda asked about your work and listened carefully. Natasha asked about your goals and even offered to help if you were comfortable with.

You weren’t sure how they kept pulling you closer. Maybe it was the way Natasha kept ordering for you, not before checking in and asking if you needed something else. Maybe it was the way Wanda smiled at you softly when she noticed you were getting nervous and called you sweet names.

Both wrapped you in comfort and security. Drawing lines around you that they kept asking silently if you were okay with them crossing. Not pushing, only patience. And you weren’t sure where it was going, because they were taking their time, but you wouldn’t mind if it ended up with them being just friends. As long as you got to keep them by your side, it seemed worthy.

Then, Wanda made it very clear for you. Maybe it was the alcohol running through her veins, maybe it was her eagerness or maybe it was her impatience. But she made the effort to be transparent with you. No more dancing around.

“Has anyone told you how pretty you are?” Wanda asked with a flirty smirk, her chin resting on her fist as her other hand played with the straw of her drink.

Your cheeks started to burn. It wasn’t only the compliment, it was the way she was looking at you with hunger but mostly with genuine adoration.

They just met you. But just like you found them extremely alluring, they both were buzzing with need to have you in more ways they wanted to admit. Because the moment you sat down, it felt like a missing piece was found. The real one, not their fail attempts to fill the void.

You looked at Natasha, almost expecting her to scold her wife for being so bold. But the redhead was looking at you the same way as Wanda.

“I- well, I guess? I’m not sure” you stuttered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and giving a sip to what seemed to be your tenth drink “but that’s fine. Not a big fan of feeding my ego”

Wanda giggled, a sound that was enchanting like a siren voice and your heart skipped a beat.

“Pretty and cute. I think you should feed that ego” Wanda shrugged, leaning back and crossing her legs as she played with a lock of her hair “After all, it’s true. Don’t you think, Tasha?”

Your eyes landed on Natasha. A little nervous because her wife was blunt with you and you were afraid of flirting back. Not when you weren’t sure about their whole dynamic.

But Natasha hummed, green eyes twinkling with amusement and something you were afraid to name. The redhead leaned closer and her hand landed on your knee, her grin widened when you squeezed your legs together as her touch electrified your skin.

“Wanda is right, malyshka” Natasha smiled and gave you a gentle squeeze before leaning back and placed her other hand on Wanda’s thigh “Not only is she always right” Wanda hummed proudly and you giggled “but it’s true. You are really pretty” her eyes danced over your face, stopping on your lips before they kept going down and your skin started burning “cute” the redhead bit her lip and looked back to your eyes “hot, I would dare to say. And incredibly smart. We like smart, don’t we dorogaya?”

You looked at Wanda. The brunette was also checking you out, biting her index finger as her eyes roamed your body. They weren’t even assessing you. No, they were enjoying the view. Like admiring a painting they were ready to buy and hang to look pretty at their house.

You almost whimpered. Arousal pooling between your legs and your fingers twitching with need. You wanted to blame the alcohol for your horny state, but it was all their doing. Everything about them was a turn on and they hadn’t even touched you.

And your body buzz with excitement at the thought of they doing it because if they could do that much without their touch, what would happen when they did?

“Very much. It’s why a fell in love with you” Wanda looked at Natasha and they leaned closer. Closing the gap between them, lips locking in the steamiest kiss you had ever witnessed or had.

You bit your lip, moving your leg impatiently and tugging the hem of your dress. But then, everything stopped because a moan escaped your lips before you could even process it.

Natasha and Wanda broke the kiss, sharing a knowing look that you didn’t see because now you were downing the rest of your drink and fighting with the ice cubes as if they could cool down your burning cheeks.

“Everything okay, malyshka?” Natasha smirked, watching you try to merge with your glass and when it didn’t work you called over a waiter.

Your ears reddened, feeling the amused gazes of the women as you tried to order a drink. The waiter glanced at Natasha, as if he was asking permission since she had been ordering for you all night. The redhead nodded, her eyes barely leaving you and when you turned to look at them you started coughing.

“Easy there, sweetheart” Wanda said with faux worry and leaned to grab your hand. You nodded, clearing your throat and trying to smile at them “Well, Natasha asked you a question. Won’t you answer? It’s rude to ignore”

Wanda ignored the small pinch her wife gave her. The brunette’s eyes darkened with more hunger as you squirmed on your seat. You weren’t nervous. Well, not as much as you were turned on by her tone. It was deliberate and commanding. And when Natasha looked at you, she saw desire written all over your face.

“I- yes. Sorry” you managed to say and looked at Natasha “Everything is okay, Natasha. Thank you for asking” you glanced at Wanda for a moment, trying to see if she was pleased but when she didn’t move or say anything you looked back to Natasha “and sorry for ignoring you when you asked”

It should’ve been humiliating or that’s what you thought trying to make sense of the tingle in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t find in yourself to care about it. Not when your heart was seeking approval from them.

The redhead offered you a proud smile and nodded, but you almost moaned again when Wanda talked.

“Good girl. Such good manners” you held back a whimper as Wanda started playing with Natasha’s hair. You thanked the waiter for the drink and Wanda stopped him before he could leave “Perhaps we should close our tab, moya lyubov’”

But she wasn’t looking at Natasha, Wanda was looking at you and you choked mid-drink. You started coughing again and Wanda smiled with amusement.

“Yes, please. It’s time for us to go” Natasha said to the waiter and he nodded, excusing himself to get the receipt.

You took a deep breath and started to slide off the booth. Both women looked at you confused as you stood up and smiled at them, opening your small purse and searching for cash.

“I guess that’s my queue to leave. Thank you both for the lovely night” you said softly, pulling out some money and offering it to Natasha that looked at you like you just insulted her “It’s not much but I can’t let you pay for all my drinks” you explained, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your other hand trembled nervously as if the money felt heavy on your palm.

“That’s not necessary, it was my pleasure” Natasha smiled, her eyes now unreadable as she looked at you and you bit your lip.

You were too focused on her to notice when Wanda found her way out of the booth and stood next you. But the warmth of her hand startled you for a moment. You looked at her, her hand still tender over your arm as she caressed you and you eased up.

“We are not ready to let you go just yet” Wanda said softly, her eyes flicking for a second to your lips and she looked back at you when she caressed your cheek with the back of her fingers and you leaned into her touch without fully realising it “Such a pretty girl. So reacting”

Natasha appeared behind Wanda, arms instantly wrapped around her wife’s waist as she rested her chin over her shoulder and smiled at you.

“We were hoping for you to join us in our room” you looked at her in awe and for a moment, Natasha doubted herself but she forced herself to keep going “It’s okay if you don’t want to or you are uncomfortable. It’s just that booth is bad for my back and I’m sick of these clothes”

“I- I don’t want to impose myself” you stuttered, stepping back and regretting it when you lost Wanda’s touch “I’m sure you have more interesting things to do than entertain me” you forced a laugh but they both looked at you even more confused.

“Yeah, we have more interesting things to do with you” Wanda said closing the gap between you again and she grabbed your hand, giving you a gently squeeze and you relaxed “But if you don’t want to, we will understand”

“Just don’t leave because you think we don’t like you” Natasha added with a reassuring smile and you bit down your lip.

It was a bad idea. You started liking them way too much and that could only end badly. At least, that’s what you were trying to convince yourself about. But your mind was already lost in both pair of green eyes that held all the promises in the world and were ready to give you the universe if you asked. For a night, but it sounded worthy.

“Are you guys sure? I really don’t want to…”

“Don’t finish that sentence, malyshka” Natasha said a little more firmly, a tone that told you there was no room for argument “We are sure. What about you?”

“Yeah. Fine, let’s do it” you sighed and both smiled proudly, like using your words was all they need “Let me go tell my friends”

Wanda stopped you before you could walk, her grip more firm as a silent command and you couldn’t fully understand why your body kept reacting to every order they gave you. Their words told you were free, the commands were silent but not pushy but you weren’t so sure now you wanted that freedom. Your body wanted to follow commands, would your mind like that too?

“I’m sure you can text them, right?” Wanda said softly and you tilted your head slightly “My feet are killing me, sweetheart” she explained and you smiled shyly.

“Oh, yeah. Sure. I’ll text Luke” you said pulling out your phone and they smiled proudly again, making your heart fluttered with satisfaction.

“Well, I guess then we go now” Natasha said softly and hoisted Wanda in her arms and the brunette gasped “for your feet, dorogaya”

“Always my hero” Wanda pecked her lips and then winked at you “Lead the way, pretty girl”

Your breath hitched and your heart raced. But you started walking. If it ended in tears, you would gaslight yourself into thinking it was the alcohol’s fault.

(—)

Natasha and Wanda’s room was on the top floor. The one reserved for members. And when they opened the door to their suite, you wondered once again how rich they were.

They dressed, looked and talked expensive. Did they taste the same?

And maybe Natasha diminish her company, making it sound like it was a small business but standing at the entrance of that big room was telling you otherwise.

“Oh, sweetheart, apologies for the mess” Wanda said softly next to you once Natasha put her down “Natasha forgets to clean after herself”

Natasha snorted, already standing next to bed and picking the phone “Yeah, me. Because I wear these” she said amused, showing her wife a red thong and your cheeks flushed when Natasha winked at you “Yeah, good night. I would like to order room service?”

Wanda approached her wife and smacked her arm as Natasha played around when Wanda tried to snatch the thong out of her hands. It was impressive the way her voice didn’t waver while doing so, like nothing was going on even when her wife was threatening to kill her silently.

You giggled softly, not able to look away. And Wanda finally snatched the piece, although something told you Natasha let her win.

The brunette turned to look at you as her wife grinned behind her making you laugh a little, but Wanda’s stare made you stop and you pursed your lips. She approached you and your feet almost moved to close the gap, Wanda was faster though.

Her index finger curled beneath your chin and lifted it up. Your cheeks blushed as green eyes studied you carefully.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” her voice was dripping with sweetness. A trap wrapped in silk and you shook your head “Nothing? Hm, interesting”

You bit your lip nervously, playing with your fingers as you tried to look down but Wanda wasn’t letting you. The brunette was enjoying every delicious second of you squirming under her gaze.

And maybe now the alcohol was doing the trick because you could swore Wanda was leaning closer to you, her breath colliding against your face with a mix of cherry and vodka. Or maybe it was you the one that was being pulled closer, you couldn’t tell.

Your lips brushed against each other’s, you closed your eyes as your body buzzed with excitement and then Natasha broke the spell.

“Maximoff, leave her alone” Natasha said wrapping her arms around Wanda from behind.

For a second you were scared but when your eyes met the redhead’s she was amused and her eyes were darkened. She whispered something in Wanda’s ear, her eyes not daring to leave you and then it was Wanda’s turn to blush and bite her lower lip.

“Fine, I’ll behave” Wanda sighed finally and broke the embrace.

She started cleaning a little. It was true, the mess was hers but Natasha was the one to blame for that because she made it almost impossible for her wife to pick something when the redhead kept threatening her to rip it off her body.

The reason they were out was to get you out of their minds, to focus on each other and not the need of having you. And when you walked in, it was like a divine sign. Or at least that’s what Wanda said.

Natasha placed a tender hand over your hip and your breath hitched with the firmness of her touch. You wondered if she was always so gentle or if she was holding back to not scare you away.

“I hope you don’t mind” she started as her other hand cradled your jaw and you leaned into her touch. She offered you a soft smile even when you saw a flash of fear in her eyes for a moment “I ordered some drinks and food, you can’t have an empty stomach with all the alcohol you’ve been drinking” your cheeks were burning, you weren’t sure that was going away anytime soon. And you tried to look away but Natasha tutted “None of that, malyshka. Don’t hide from me, please”

Your heart melted. The softness of her voice made you want to hug her but you weren’t so sure. And your mind started running crazy, being flooded with unnecessary thoughts.

Why were they so sweet with you? Why putting this much effort into someone they just met? They had the perfect life, the perfect marriage and yet, they were showering with attention and care.

“Why me?” you whispered, your tongue betraying your mind and Natasha furrowed her brows as her eyes clouded with confusion “Why are you guys being so nice to me? We just met”

Natasha opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a knock on the door and she sighed, like the interruption really bothered her. You offered her half a smile and she looked at you with apologetic eyes when she had to let you go.

“Come sit, sweetheart” Wanda called you from behind and you walked towards the sofa, swallowing nervously as you sat down “You okay? Did Natasha say something? Romanoff!”

Natasha was walking behind a man as he pushed the small cart with food and drinks.

“What I do, dorogaya? I swear it wasn’t me” Natasha said softly, grinning at her wife that was glaring at her “Thank you, we will leave it outside when we are done”

The redhead tipped him and he left, but her wife was still watching her with her hands over her hips and Natasha chuckled nervously. Wanda was ready to lecture her.

“She didn’t- Natasha didn’t say anything wrong” you rushed to say when Wanda opened her mouth and both looked at you.

The brunette approached you and crouched before you, taking your hand in between hers and looked at you with soft eyes.

“Are you being honest, sweetheart?” Wanda asked trying to read your face and you nodded “Words, pretty girl”

“Yes, Wanda” you whispered, lost in her gaze and Wanda smiled.

She stood up and looked at Natasha, that just grinned triumphantly and Wanda rolled her eyes playfully.

“Saved by the cute girl” Wanda teased her wife and Natasha shrugged.

“What can I say? I’m a saint!”

Wanda hummed and Natasha sat in the sofa in front of you as her wife placed a glass before you and some snacks over the coffee table. Then she joined the redhead, curling beside her and resting her right elbow over the back of the sofa.

They went back to assess you, seeking any sign of discomfort as if they already knew your body language. And at that point you were almost sure. Both seemed to be able to read you so easily.

Natasha leaned forward, taking a sip of her drink and then resting her arms over her thighs. You swallowed and bit your lip.

“You asked why” Natasha said softly and Wanda tensed slightly. Without having to look at her wife, Natasha leaned back to place her hand over Wanda’s knee “Wanda and I have been together since what? High school, my love?”

“Officially, since college. But yeah” Wanda smiled softly at Natasha and looked back at you again, her smile still on her lips.

“We were best friends, then lovers. We got married” Natasha’s gaze was soft, like she was trying to tell you everything she couldn’t with her eyes “And I love her with all my heart as much as she loves me” they looked at each other, like their love never wavered but only got stronger. Wanda pecked her lips and whispered something before they looked back at you “But something was missing. Well, not something. Someone”

At that, Natasha tensed up. You saw the moment her eyes clouded and she straightened up, her hands leaving Wanda’s knee to fold her arms over her chest. She was shielding herself.

Instinctively, you moved to the edge of the sofa. Your body trying to reach her, to comfort her or to at least apologise for asking, for forcing her to say something she didn’t seem ready to say.

But Wanda shook her head subtly, smiling gratefully but asking you silently to give Natasha a moment. You nodded and sat back.

“We work perfectly, don’t we moya lyubov’?” Wanda smiled at her wife, her hand already rubbing circles over her thigh and Natasha relaxed and looked at Wanda “Everything is almost perfect” the brunette caressed her wife’s cheek.

“Almost” Natasha whispered and as much as you wanted to look away and give them space, you couldn’t. Natasha looked at you again “but we need balance in our lives, you know? Someone to keep us in check, to remind us to live before we get consumed with our own things” Wanda intertwined her fingers with Natasha and both smiled at you “Someone with enough power to make us feel more free”

Your lips parted as the silence stretched in the room. Your cheeks were flushed and you shifted nervously on your seat. The words were sinking in your bones. Feeling so right that it scared you, because the words sounded real.

No one could be that mean to lie, right? But given your list of exes, you couldn’t trust your own judgement. Still, your heart needed to believe.

“I don’t think I am that someone” you murmured and Natasha stood up “I’m flattered, really. You’ve been so sweet to me. You both are awesome but…”

The redhead sat next to you and your voice died down. Natasha caressed your cheek tenderly as your breath hitched, her thumb brushing your lower lip as her eyes followed her movements. And then she brushed your hair back.

“We think you are. Yeah, we just met but look at us” she said softly “You are an attraction force. You didn’t leave our minds all day and then we talked to you and you sound so collected” Natasha leaned closer and you bit your lip “I don’t think you even know it. But if you are not comfortable, you can leave. We just needed you to know”

Your heart was drumming in your ears, your cheeks were burning but your mind went completely silent. Natasha’s eyes were twinkling with sincerity, a little fear and like she just opened her heart to you. So you did what you’ve been wanting to do all fucking night.

You kissed her.

At first, she flinched a little as her muscles stiffened. But when her mind finally realised what was happening, her lips started moving. Natasha was careful, her plumped lips softer than you imagined and gentler. She tasted like vodka and lime. But mostly, she tasted like a promise.

You whimpered, trying to deepened the kiss and Natasha pulled back. She smiled softly and shook her head, brushing your nose with hers.

“Not yet, malyshka. You are going to get me killed” she chuckled and you furrowed your brows.

“Killed? What do-“

A small tap on your shoulder cut you off, your cheeks heating up even more when you remembered the brunette. You turned to look at her, swallowing nervously and an apology already on the tip of your tongue but she raised a brow.

“If you dare to apologise, you will regret it” Wanda said firmly, sitting next to you and tapping her thigh “Come here, sweetheart”

Your mouth ran dry and you glanced at Natasha, that gave you a small nod and a reassuring smile. You straddled Wanda’s lap and her hands grabbed your hips, keeping you steady.

She leaned closer. Lips brushing your neck as she inhaled your scent. You smelled like coconut, summer breeze and dreams. You held back a moan when she placed a soft kiss on your jaw, your fingers locking on her shoulders trying to ground you and she smiled.

“You are so damn beautiful. Less than a day knowing you and our lives already shine” she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “You are perfect, sweetheart”

Before you could reply, before you could even think of denying her words, her lips captured yours. Wanda was a little rougher, impatient, but gentle all at once. Her tongue outlined your lower lip and you followed her silent order, opening your mouth.

Her tongue was on a mission, like she was trying to memorise every inch of you and her grip tightened on your hips. You moaned against her lips, your hips grinding against hers when she bit your lower lip, tugging it playfully and she smirked when you grunted.

“Such an impatient pretty girl” Wanda teased you and pecked your lips again “Did you eat something before going to the bar or were you planning on getting wasted?”

You looked at her in awe. Her tone firm but sweet, another trap wrapped in silk. One you would’ve run straight into if Natasha didn’t stop you.

“I wouldn’t lie if I were you, malyshka” Natasha said amused, leaning closer to you “She smells the lies from miles away”

Wanda hummed in agreement and you bit your lower lip, slightly distracted by Natasha’s fingers over your thigh.

“I- I didn’t” you admitted shyly “But I’m not hungry, I swear”

Wanda squinted her eyes, making you squirm over her and Natasha laughed.

“Maximoff, leave her alone. If she wants to eat, she will do it” Natasha smirked and Wanda pouted, looking at her wife “No, you won’t get away with everything you want”

“But she will need energy” Wanda defended herself and you gasped, making both look at you “unless you don’t want to…”

You leaned and kissed her again. You couldn’t trust yourself with talking. Not when they looked at you like they just found a treasure or how cute Wanda looked when she pouted. And the way she melted under your arms just fuelled your need of her.

You broke the kiss when Natasha huffed and when you turned to look at her, she was pouting like a child. You smirked amused as Wanda giggled and kissed your neck.

“What?” you asked wearing a cocky smirk. One that disappeared when Natasha stood up.

The redhead was taller than you, but you could almost feel the power radiating from her. She looked bigger, imposing, like she could ruin you if she just snapped her fingers.

It was her turn to smirk, sending a shiver down your spine and you almost squeaked. But Wanda started licking your neck and you whimpered when Natasha leaned.

“Not so cocky now, are we?” Natasha whispered and you bit down your lip “You are really lucky it’s our first night, malyshka. Really lucky”

It wasn’t a threat. She wasn’t warning you either. No, her words were a fucking promise. And instead of fearing her, you wanted to challenge her. You needed to see how far it could go.

Your brain wasn’t fully understanding how two women you just met, had total power over you. They weren’t forcing you, they weren’t pushing you. They kept giving you options and as free as you could feel, you didn’t want it. You wanted to be theirs.

It was the type of power that came with a lot of promises. The one that just asked for trust and care in return. Because Natasha and Wanda had some power over you. But you? You were the powerful one in that room. They would give you the universe if you just asked. All you had to do in return was trusting them. You had to give them the room to ruin you in all the right ways and they would be yours forever.

“Sweetheart, breathe” Wanda whispered in your ear and you realised your heart was racing, threatening you to jump out of your chest. You took a deep breath and looked at her “Good girl. Now be nice to daddy and apologise for making fun of her”

You moaned at the title. Your cheeks flushing when your eyes met Natasha’s. The redhead was grinning, green eyes daring you to not follow Wanda’s order. But you wouldn’t dare even if you wanted to.

“Sorry, Nat-“ Wanda pinched your side and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red “Sorry, daddy”

“Such an obedient plaything” Natasha said proudly.

Her fingers locked around your chin. A firm and steady grip that made you moan again as she leaned and kissed you. The first kiss was gentle and caring, this one felt like a claim.

Natasha kissed you like she was marking you, owning you and at the same time she was giving herself to you. Your head felt hazy. Your body craving them as if their lips over you weren’t enough.

Your fingers tugged Wanda’s hair when she bit your neck and the moment you moaned, Natasha’s tongue swirled with yours. It was like a practice dance. As if both knew all the right spots in your body, all the right things to do and say.

And it clicked.

You broke the kiss, panting and pushing Wanda away gently. Both looked at you confused and you tried to collect your thoughts before talking because you could potentially ruin your night.

“I’m not the first one, am I?” you asked carefully, watching the moment they shared a look and then went back to you “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I’m sorry if I overstepped”

“Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t” Wanda cradled your jaw and gave you a sad smile “I wish I could tell you, you are the first one but you are right, you aren’t”

“But you are the one we want” Natasha added and smiled “and before you dare to say again we just met, sometimes you just know. We can’t name what it is, but we know we want you”

Your heart fluttered “What happened to…”

“That’s a story for another day, sweetheart. Why don’t we move this party somewhere more comfortable, hm?”

Wanda looked at Natasha and her wife nodded. You gasped when the redhead hoisted you over her shoulder, she was way too strong. She handled you with ease and care, putting you down on the bed and smiling like she just grabbed a pillow.

“Do you want us to stop?” Natasha asked softly and you shook your head “Remember what mommy told you, malyshka. Use your words”

You whimpered “No, daddy. I don’t want to stop”

“Good girl” Natasha smiled proudly.

Wanda knelt behind you as Natasha crouched and started taking off your heels. Wanda unzipped your dress slowly, tossing your hair aside and she kissed your shoulder blades. Natasha started kissing your legs and your mind didn’t know where to focus as Wanda pulled your dress down slowly.

The experience was something you had never felt. They were acting with so much care, making you feel safe. As if they were unwrapping a gift and wanted to engrave the experience in their minds.

The redhead helped her wife taking off your dress and both moaned at the sight of your body. Black lingerie covering your body and you couldn’t find in yourself to feel shy. Not when they were looking at you like you were a masterpiece.

“If you want to stop, you will say so. Understood?” Wanda whispered in your ear, tilting your head to the side and kissing your neck.

“Yes, mommy”

The praise came as a moan. Your words igniting Wanda’s skin as you used the right title. The brunette started sucking on your neck and you grunted. And when you looked down, Natasha was already kissing your thighs.

Both were marking you, their hands caressing your body like you were made of glass. As if you could break underneath them if they were rougher with you.

Your knees opened when Natasha moved up and she smirked. Your body was already reacting on its own. Your mind was silent, trying to remember every kiss, every movement, every sound they were making.

Your breath faltered when Natasha stopped in your covered cunt. She inhaled your scent, whimpering as her mind tried to decide what to do. And when she placed a chaste kiss and moved to your abdomen, you grunted.

Wanda unhooked your bra, throwing it somewhere around the floor and you tossed your head back when she cupped your breasts. You hid your face in the crook of her neck, kissing her as she pinched your nipples.

And you moaned, feeling Natasha’s tongue over your skin as Wanda’s hands worked over your chest. Your teeth sank in her skin and the brunette growled when you started sucking.

Your hips bucked up when Wanda’s fingers were replaced with Natasha’s mouth. Her tongue swirling over your harden nipple and her lips popping when she let you go.

The redhead continued to mark you, bruises appearing over your skin as a statement. When her knee pressed against your cunt you moaned and started grinding to ease the tension.

“Easy, malyshka” Natasha whispered in your ear “We are getting there”

Then you whined when they stopped touching you. Both kissing over you as you looked up. They were rough, you could almost feel the power battle that was taking place over you.

Your fingers hooked in Natasha’s pants and the redhead broke the kiss to looked down on you with curious eyes. You smiled innocently.

“Too much clothes, daddy”

Wanda chuckled as Natasha smirked with amusement and they shared a loving look, checking on each other before they kept going. The brunette pecked her wife’s lips and said something in russian.

Their attention was back on you. Moving around you with ease and Natasha made you stand up. You tripped and she caught you. Your heart melted when you heard a soft ‘I got you’ that felt like an oath.

“Who do you want to undress first, little one?” Wanda asked softly and you bit your lip.

Your eyes danced in between them. Your ears ringing as you tried to decide and when your breath hitched, the brunette’s hand wrapped around your wrist. You looked at her and she smiled reassuringly.

“Perhaps our cute girl shouldn’t choose” Natasha suggested tenderly and your cheeks flushed. Her finger traced your collarbone and she smiled “it’s a huge decision, isn’t it malyshka?” you moaned at her tone. Natasha was stripping you from your freedom, the one that came with consequences and a lot of anxiety “Mommy and daddy will do it for you. Sit and watch”

You nodded and sat at the edge of the bed. Your eyes fixed on them as they helped each other out of their clothes. Their movements deliberate, their eyes glancing at you every now and then with smiles that reached their eyes.

Wanda turned around. Natasha unzipped Wanda’s dress and her tongue traced her wife’s spine. You weren’t sure if Wanda moaned or if it was you. You clasped your legs to get some relief.

But your underwear was ruined when Wanda knelt before Natasha. It was one hell of a sight as the brunette looked up to her wife and took off her pants. You whimpered when Natasha stepped out of her pants and took off her shirt.

Both were goddesses. Your eyes were trying to decide where to focus. Natasha’s toned abdomen was calling you but Wanda’s long legs were alluring. You needed them both, not sure if you needed them to touch you or you needed to touch them.

As if they could read your thoughts, they approached you. Standing before you with softened eyes, giving you silent permission to touch.

You swallowed, not ready to pick between them without feeling you were failing them. Wanda smiled at you knowingly and looked at her wife.

“Dibs” Wanda said triumphantly and you looked at them confused as Natasha chuckled.

“No, you can’t call dibs. She gets to do it” Natasha said amused and you tilted your head with curiosity “Mommy wants to pick who goes first. Do you want her to pick, malyshka?”

You giggled softly and nodded “Yes, daddy” you looked at Wanda and grinned “You pick, mommy”

The brunette caressed your cheek and smiled proudly. She leaned to peck your lips, leaving a dreamy look in your eyes.

“Our perfect girl” she praised you and you smiled “Tasha, sit on the bed”

Natasha huffed but complied, she knew better than to piss off her wife by not following orders. The redhead sat next to you with a grin and you giggled when she winked at you.

“If you piss mommy off, I will let you cum sooner than later” Natasha teased and you gasped but Wanda smacked her thigh.

“Do not give her ideas” Wanda scolded and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “Sweetheart come here, kneel before daddy”

You did as told, eagerly. And Natasha moaned at the sight of you as you looked at her with doe eyes that twinkled with excitement.

Wanda knelt behind you, kissing your neck and then your shoulder. She pressed her chest against your back and you moaned when she nip your earlobe.

“Daddy is so beautiful, isn’t she?” Wanda purred and you nodded “Do you want to touch, little one?”

“Yes, mommy, please”

Wanda hummed proudly and took your hand. She showed you the way, your fingers caressing her legs tenderly. Natasha rested her body over her elbows, tossing her head back when your hand reached her thigh.

“She will never say it out loud, but she loves being worshipped” Wanda murmured and you whimpered as she guided your fingers over Natasha’s clothed cunt “Natasha acts all tough and powerful, but she is a golden retriever in disguise. A woman that needs to be taken care of” your thumb pressed against her clit and Natasha moaned, a sound so heavenly that you thought you could come just by hearing it “Show her how much you want her, sweetheart. Make daddy feel good”

Natasha gasped when your arms hooked around her legs and you pulled her closer with strength you didn’t know you had. And your body moved with a mission in mind.

The redhead watched you licked her abdomen, sucking and marking her. Her body was perfect, museum worthy. Wanda helped you unhooked her bra and you sucked her right breast first and then the left one.

Natasha’s breath hitched as you kept leaving bruises over her body. She didn’t like love bites, at least not that much unless Wanda was doing it to prove a point. But with you doing the job, looking at her like you’ve been dying to taste her and own her, Natasha knew she was fucked.

Maybe you weren’t their first addition to their marriage. They’ve tried multiple times and as much as they gave themselves up, it never reached that point. Not because they didn’t want to. It was because they never felt ready.

It could be the alcohol in her veins or her foggy mind. But instead of wanting to stop you from keep bruising her, she pulled you closer.

Wanda took in the image, noticing the way Natasha was letting you step into a territory she barely unlocked. The way her wife was holding you close as she unravelled under your touch. And she smiled because as much as the three of you felt like something that could vanish as soon as the sun came up, Wanda knew it wouldn’t happen.

They just found you. They wouldn’t let you go any time soon.

Not when Natasha felt so safe. Not when Wanda’s body buzzed with excitement and need she had never felt with anyone but Natasha. Not when you were so obedient, so eager, so fucking perfect.

Your tongue traced a line down her body. Your fingers hooked on the waistband of her underwear as you asked silently for permission and Natasha nodded, biting her lip as she watched you undress her.

You moaned at the sight of her slick. You leaned and kissed her thighs tenderly. And when your lips met her cunt, you both moaned.

“Take your time, sweetheart” Wanda cooed, her hand snaked between your legs. You whimpered when she tossed aside your underwear “I got you”

You swirled your tongue over Natasha’s clit, moaning at the taste and Wanda pressed her thumb against yours. You ran down your tongue making Natasha buck her hips up. And when your thumb rubbed circles over her clit as your tongue entered her, Natasha tossed her head back with a loud moan.

Your movements started gentle, slow, almost afraid of rushing things. But then your hunger came out to play, drunk on her taste and her moans. The way her fingers twitched next to your face trying to restrain herself from tugging your hair.

And your mind was hazy, moaning against her cunt as Wanda’s fingers worked between your legs. You whimpered when she pushed two fingers inside of you, your knees spreading a little more to give her more space to work and Wanda hummed satisfied.

The three of you were moving in sync. Wanda’s lips marking your back as she pumped her fingers, you eating Natasha out like she was the last meal on earth and the redhead finally broke and tugged your hair, guiding you as she bucked her hips up, grinding her hips against your face.

“Fuck, malyshka” Natasha whimpered, forcing herself to watch you and when she met your eyes she moaned louder “You look so perfect like this. I’m almost jealous, thinking your tongue worked on someone else” you grunted and Wanda fastened her movements, a possessive rhythm took over with Natasha’s words “Yes, baby, just like that. Don’t stop”

You pushed your hips back, trying to get Wanda to move faster. And she complied, her mind deciding she couldn’t wait for you to come around her fingers.

Natasha tugged your hair again and you whimpered, your eyes fixed on hers and you sucked on her clit and she moaned, not only at the sensation but at the way you were looking at her.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop” Natasha begged, feeling her abdomen tightened and her knees clasped in your head “Fuck”

Wanda licked your shoulder and smirked “You will come when she does, sweetheart. So it’s up to you”

Your eyes rolled back, your walls clenching around Wanda and your abdomen tightened as you tried to wait. And Natasha came moaning your name. She collapsed against the bed as you slowed your movements, your chin dripping with drool and her arousal as Wanda kept you in place.

“You made her a mess, sweetheart” Wanda whispered and you pressed your right cheek on Natasha’s thigh, moaning as Wanda kept pumping her fingers and her thumb rubbed circles on your clit “Mommy is so proud of you, little one. You are such a good girl. Cum, baby, claim your reward”

Your back arched against her chest, your head leaning on her shoulder and Wanda sucked on your neck as you came around her fingers. Your desperate moans filled the room and Natasha straightened up, watching the way your body trembled against Wanda’s.

The brunette slowed her movements and she captured your lips with hers, tasting her wife and moaning against your mouth. You bit her lip harshly and she whimpered. And she broke the kiss when she pulled out her fingers as you grunted.

You watched her lick her thumb clean, her eyes fixed on you for a moment before looking at Natasha. The redhead understood the command, leaning closer with her mouth opened as Wanda pushed her fingers in.

Natasha looked at you as she sucked her wife’s fingers, tasting you and moaned. You watched her mesmerised, noticing the way her eyes rolled back when Wanda pressed her fingers down her tongue. Natasha’s lips popped when Wanda pulled out her fingers and smiled.

“You taste better than I imagined, malyshka” your cheeks flushed and she signalled you to get closer “And that pretty mouth does wonders, mommy will love it” her knuckles caressed your cheek “Our perfect girl”

Natasha kissed you tenderly, your skin flushed and your heart racing. You were sure you could never get tired of her lips. The way she kissed you was charged with something you couldn’t name but it sat right on your bones.

Wanda stood up, leaving you both as you made out. Your body hovered Natasha’s as you climbed the bed and her hands squeezed your ass making you moan. You only broke the kiss when your lungs started burning needing more air and you smiled at Natasha.

“You are perfect too, daddy” you leaned and kissed her neck “So perfect”

Natasha grunted as you sucked on her neck, her hand slapping your ass and made you moan. The redhead tugged your underwear, contemplating ripping it off and the consequences. But it lasted one moment before she did it anyway and you gasped.

“I’ll buy a new pair, don’t worry” she grinned and you giggled.

Natasha’s heart skipped a beat, founding you extremely cute. It was a balance, silly things during an intimate moment that warmed her heart. Someone that didn’t expect her to be cold and heartless but actually enjoyed her goofy self.

“Tasha!” Wanda gasped and you both turned to look at her “It was such a nice piece. Why you do it, moya lyubov’?”

“My hands have mind of their own” Natasha grinned and Wanda chuckled “I see you brought the big guns”

In that moment, you noticed the strap on her hands and you gasped. Wanda looked at you amused, approaching you as if you were her prey. The small break was over because it was Wanda’s turn and Natasha was going to show you the right way to treat her wife.

“You are so tight, sweetheart. I think you deserve to be stretch out” you moaned as she brushed your lips with the tip of the toy “Sadly, it won’t be me doing it. Daddy doesn’t like to share her toys” she pouted and Natasha chuckled under you.

“Malyshka, sit closer to the headboard. I’ll show you how to treat mommy, hm?” Natasha instructed and you looked at her “And since it’s our grand opening night, I will let you enjoy the show as you please”

Natasha winked at you and you growled at her words. You moved around the bed, following her orders and the redhead gave you a proud smile that only increased your arousal.

You took off what was left of your underwear and tossed it away, your body getting comfortable between the pillows as you watched them carefully.

Natasha went back to her powerful state. Imposing and commanding as she watched her wife putting the strap in place around her hips. The redhead told her something in russian and Wanda grunted, stripping off her underwear and kneeling before Natasha.

It was hard to tell which one held the power over the other. They both seemed to share but in that moment, the picture was clear.

Wanda looked at her wife with devotion. Letting Natasha handle her as she pleased. Focusing on her and not daring to look away, not even when the brunette wanted so bad to watch you.

And as easy as it looked, the only reason Wanda bent to her wife’s wishes was because she loved Natasha dearly. Enough to give up her own power, enough to show the redhead she was hers too.

Natasha looked at you and you moaned. They looked perfect, delicious, you couldn’t even feel left out because they were letting you watch their interaction. It was hot the way they surrendered to each other, their love an intoxicating force that not everyone could see fully. Not like this. But you were lucky by just witnessing.

“Mommy’s tongue ran a little earlier, don’t you think?” Natasha smirked and looked down to her wife “Telling our perfect girl how much I love being worshipped, how soft I can be, how to hold power over me” you and Wanda moaned. Natasha’s smirk widened and she turned to you “I’ll pay back the favour. Here’s the secret, malyshka” her hand grabbed the toy and she brushed it against Wanda’s lips. Her wife opened her mouth and Natasha pushed it gently “Mommy looks so collected, so expensive, you wouldn’t even dare to think how much of a slut she is” your hand landed between your legs as Wanda bobbed her head “She walks around the world pretending she doesn’t like to serve, to please, but her inner slut always comes out to play in the bed. Isn’t that right, my love?”

Wanda and you moaned. The brunette’s mouth stuffed with the toy as your fingers played with your clit. Natasha looked so powerful like that, holding your attention and your needs. Knowing what to say and when to say it. A side of her that she always showed; composed, in control, intimidating and powerful.

Because her goofy self was for those that were close to her. She couldn’t be nice to everyone, it wasn’t in her nature to trust any stranger and yet, she trusted you. Natasha was willing to let you see every part of herself.

“Malyshka, be a dear and toss me a pillow” Natasha asked gently and you moved to complied. She smiled gratefully and dropped the pillow before Wanda “Come on, my love. Put on a show for our girl. Ride it as you suck my cock”

Wanda whimpered, her hands grabbing the pillow and putting it underneath her. Her head kept bobbing on the toy, the tip meeting the back of her throat as Natasha tugged her hair.

It was also hard for Wanda to show that side of her. Because Natasha’s words were true; the brunette walked around the world with all the confidence she had. Every inch of herself screamed power and she loved it.

Wanda loved the control, her ability to solve everything as if the world depended on her and the power all of it gave her. But when Natasha stripped her out of her power, Wanda also found a way to breathe.

She wouldn’t say it out loud, she would deny it if asked, but there was something about giving her power up for the woman she loved the most that was thrilling. But she felt vulnerable.

Her power shielded her from the outside. None of their exes had ever witnessed the power exchange between them because Wanda couldn’t let them see that side of her, the one that could break if handled poorly.

However, you were there. Touching yourself at the sight of her sucking the strap and humping the pillow and instead of seeing someone easy to destroy, you still looked at her like her power was never gone.

No, Wanda still had power over you. She wasn’t vulnerable. Wanda didn’t feel the ache in her chest or her usual fear igniting inside of her. She was free, holding everything and letting it go all at once.

Natasha fucked her wife’s mouth as if she could just come by the sight. You pumped two fingers inside you as you applied pressure on your clit. And Wanda was humping the pillow like it could save her.

“Seems like our girl is liking the show, Wands” Natasha grinned at you, her fingers tugging the brunette’s hair and you moaned when Wanda choked on the strap “Who would’ve thought? You are a slut just like mommy, hm?”

You whimpered, curling your fingers inside as Natasha paid attention to both of you. You were part of the show, they were letting you in and it felt like your body was on fire.

The gagging nosies Wanda was making were driving you to the edge. Her neck was flushed and you could see drool dripping. But what almost broke you was the moment you saw a tear rolling down her cheek.

You wished you were Natasha in that moment. The sight of Wanda from above was heavenly. A sight that shattered the powerful image of the brunette, the same woman that commanded you with a single look.

You moaned louder, your hips bucking up trying to reach your high and Natasha looked at you with a smirk. She pulled out the toy and Wanda coughed trying to regulate her breathing. The redhead crouched before her wife and grabbed her chin.

“Keep moving, Wands” she ordered and Wanda whimpered, hands steadying herself over the floor as she was grinding her hips “But look at her. Look how much she loved watching you being a slut for me” Wanda’s eyes met yours and you both moaned, your abdomen tightened and you tossed your head back as you came around your fingers “I wish I could take the credit, my love. But you did that, don’t you love it? Someone finally matched your slutty ass”

And with that Wanda fell apart, her orgasm crashing over her bones. Natasha’s words landing in all the right ways. And when you finally regained yourself back, you crawled over the bed. You laid down over your chest and reached for Wanda, the brunette moaning your name like a prayer as she slowed down her movements with her eyes closed.

Your eyes met hers when she finally opened them. Panting with her cheeks flushed like she just realised how much of herself she let go and afraid that you would think less of her. But when you cradled her jaw and caressed her cheek with your thumb, Wanda leaned into your touch.

“Thank you, mommy” you whispered “you looked amazing”

Natasha smiled softly, watching the interaction as her heart raced. You were giving them all they needed, all they craved and you didn’t even know. They cracked open before you and you weren’t judging, you were following them.

Wanda leaned and kissed you, a tender kiss that said more than she could trust her own words to tell. A silent thank you and at the same time, she was holding onto you like you could save her.

Then she broke the kiss and reached for your hand, sucking the fingers you were using to touch yourself and you moaned when her eyes never left yours. There was something more than hunger in them, something that screamed ‘see me as much as I see you’.

“You really are perfect” Wanda whispered after she let go of your fingers “Now, let mommy and daddy take care of you”

“I just had two-“

“It’s really not about how many times, malyshka” Natasha explained and you looked at her confused “Lay on your back and let us have you, yes?”

“Yes, daddy”

“Such a good girl you are” she pecked your lips.

You laid on your back and Wanda hovered your body, not before leaving bruises over your abdomen like Natasha did earlier. She was claiming you too, marking you as a shared possession with her wife. And when she finally was face to face with you, Wanda smirked.

Her hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath faltered. You bit your lip, nodding slightly as she squeezed a little more testing the limit. But Natasha and Wanda made a promise, they wouldn’t push too far that night.

They needed to try, to see how comfortable you were around them, how much of yourself you were willing to give. For them it wasn’t physical, it never was. They saw you, they wanted you, they talked to you and realised they needed you.

Love a first sight was for fairytales, but you looked like the one that could finally break them and glue them all at once. You were perfect in more than one way, you just had to believe it. And they were ready to make you see it.

“I want to try that pretty mouth of yours, is that okay little one?” Wanda whispered, brushing her lips against yours and then tracing your cheek with her nose as she inhaled your scent.

“Please, mommy” you murmured, closing your eyes as you felt Natasha’s hands over your thighs.

Wanda took a moment to admire you. You looked so eager, so innocent, so… breakable. But you were trusting them, she could feel it. Her fingers brushed your hair and your eyes fluttered open, meeting hers with a soft twinkle.

“If you could only see what we do” Wanda said softly, smiling as she brushed her lips against yours “We waited for you for so long, sweetheart. This will work out, I promise” she kissed you again and your hands held the back of her neck trying to pull her closer. Wanda broke the kiss and you grunted “Easy. The night is still young” she pecked your forehead “Now, if you make mommy cum, daddy will let you cum” she leaned closer to your ear “but I’m not like daddy, I don’t like sloppy work” she purred.

You nodded eagerly and she hummed, hovering your face and you moaned at the sight of her glistening cunt. She smelled delicious. Just like Natasha, she smelled like paradise. An expensive paradise.

“Okay, malyshka. You better make mommy cum. Tap her thigh if you need us to stop” Natasha said spreading your legs and you whimpered when Wanda lowered herself over your mouth and the redhead spit on your cunt.

Your lips sucked on Wanda’s clit and the brunette had to steady herself with the headboard. And you moaned against her cunt when you felt the tip of the toy in your entrance.

Your movements faltered as Natasha pushed inch by inch of the toy inside and Wanda grunted, getting impatient and started riding your face. You matched her pace once that Natasha bottomed out, grunting against Wanda when the redhead started moving.

Your head felt foggy. Overwhelmed by the sensation of both women over you. Their noises driving you to the edge. Wanda was moaning louder over you as your fingers dug into her skin and Natasha was whimpering, hypnotised by the way the toy disappeared inside of you.

And your back arched when her thumb pressed over your clit and Wanda’s movements turned erratic, her slick covering your face as she used you just like she used that pillow.

Soon the brunette came, legs pressed against your head as she shuddered above you. Wanda was sure she had never came that fast, not even Natasha had made her.

She moved after a few minutes, letting you breathe and moving your body so she could hold you from behind. You buried your face in her inner thigh, your hands holding her legs as Natasha hovered your body.

The redhead was focused, whimpering as she pounded her hips against yours. Your legs wrapped around her hips and both moaned when Natasha kissed your neck.

“You are so perfect, malyshka. So tight” she breathed out in your neck and you whimpered “We are not letting you go”

Natasha looked at you, green eyes as darkened as yours. You tried to talk but only a moan came out and Natasha smirked. Wanda caressed your hair, soft fingers grounding you while Natasha shattered your world.

“Do you like when daddy fucks you, sweetheart?” you looked up and Wanda’s eyes were fixed on you, engraving in her mind every feature of your face as it contorted with pleasure.

You nodded and sank your teeth in her thigh when Natasha got rougher. You needed them everywhere, you didn’t want the night to end. And when Wanda started rubbing your clit, you screamed with pleasure.

“Daddy, mommy, please” you whined, feeling so close again and Natasha grunted “I’m so close, don’t stop please”

But the redhead stopped, she pulled out and you mewled. Wanda shushed you as Natasha flipped you, raising your hips and pushing the toy inside again.

Her hands landed in between your shoulder blades and she pushed you down. Wanda’s hand tugged your hair as Natasha started grinding her hips faster, erratic, with her fingers between your legs.

“Come, detka. Show me how much you love daddy’s cock” Natasha whimpered and your knuckles turned white as you fisted the sheets.

And you came, not sure of what you screamed but your orgasm came down like a crashing wave. You whined when Natasha didn’t slow down, she went faster and rougher. Her fingers working over your sensitive clit and your nails started digging into Wanda’s thigh like she could save you.

“Tasha, I think-“

“No” Natasha grunted, looking at Wanda with hungry and possessive eyes “She can take it, right malyshka?” you moaned and Natasha pulled you up, pressing your back against her chest and bit your neck.

Your eyes met Wanda’s and the brunette searched for any sign of discomfort but when your eyes rolled back with pleasure, she knew you were okay.

She knelt before you, biting the other side of your neck. Both were marking you, claiming you and your mind was one step away of crashing. It didn’t take that long for you to come again, one hand tugging Wanda’s hair and the other one tugging Natasha’s.

And the redhead slowed down, but she wasn’t ready to pull out. Neither Natasha or Wanda were actually ready to give you a break. Not when the last orgasm was possessive, claiming and promising.

And you didn’t want to let them go either.

(—)

At some point that night and after watching them come undone under your touch, you had a break. Regretting not listening to Wanda about the food when your stomach roared with hunger.

But you were sore, your body slumped over their bed with sheets covering you slightly. You looked like a fucking masterpiece, covered in love bites all over. Sweat glistening your skin and your head hazy.

“Don’t sleep yet, sweetheart. It’s time to eat before bed” Wanda said softly, lifting your body and holding you in between her arms as you hid your face in the crook of her neck. You whined “None of that, pretty girl. You need to hydrate and eat”

“Mommy, please” you pouted and Wanda giggled, brushing your hair “Sleep now”

“She’s a little brat” Natasha grinned, straddling your lap and offering you a water bottle “Come on, malyshka, don’t get on mommy’s bad side”

You grunted but straightened up, drinking as Natasha held the bottle. Then she turned and held a club sandwich before you and you pouted again. The redhead chuckled but you sighed, reaching for a fry but Wanda smacked your hand.

“Sandwich first” Wanda ordered and you rolled your eyes, Natasha held back a grin.

“Daddy is more fun” you groaned and took a small bite of the sandwich as Natasha bit a fry and wiggled her brows, amused.

“You say that now, until she is the one mad” Wanda whispered in your ear and nip your earlobe “And if you keep being a brat, I’ll show you the real deal”

Natasha laughed and fed you a fry, then she offered her wife a bite of sandwich and Wanda looked at her gratefully.

“She’s right, I’m more fun” Natasha teased her wife, shrugging and biting another bite.

Wanda glared at her but you giggled. They kept bantering as you ate. And your eyes wandered over their bodies, they were as bruised as you. Not once did they stop you. They let you claim them as well and that made your heart flutter.

When the brunette was satisfied, Natasha cleaned up and Wanda moved to cuddle you. She pecked your lips and then peppered kisses all over your face making you giggle. And when she smiled at you, your breath hitched.

“Thank you for trusting us, sweetheart” she whispered and nudged your nose with hers “You did good”

“Thank you, mommy” you murmured and pecked her lips again.

Natasha laid behind you, covering Wanda’s body with the sheets and then hers. Her arm wrapped around your hips and pulled you closer, leaving a kiss behind your ear.

“Let’s rest, malyshka. Tomorrow we can talk about everything” she whispered and you nodded.

And they kept whispering sweet praises until you fell asleep. Natasha looked at Wanda one last time, a silent conversation being held over your sleeping body. They kissed softly and went back to nestle your body between theirs.

You were perfect. And they would make sure you knew it.

(—)

You slid out of the bed, careful not to wake them up. And when you stood up, you tripped a little, gasping.

The only thing you could blame the alcohol for was your damn headache. But every decision that night was yours and your heart wanted to believe everything was true and not just a dream.

You bit your lip. No, you wouldn’t ruin this for yourself with insecurities. You couldn’t when they were so sweet before, during and after everything. And if it was a lie, then they would have to tell you themselves.

Your phone started ringing and you jumped a little, running and trying to answer before waking them up. You tripped with the sofa, grunting as you reached for your purse and when you turned around, Wanda was already looking at you, leaning back on the headboard as you answered.

“Dude, where the fuck are you?” Luke’s voice was on the other end and Wanda beckoned you and your body moved on its own, you could swear on that.

“I’m a little… busy” you said softly and Wanda raised a brow with amusement “Why? What do you want?”

“Breakfast? Open the door, I’ve been knocking” your best friend groaned as you crawled over the bed and sat on Wanda’s lap.

And if Wanda’s mood wasn’t enough to prove you they were planning on keeping you, her lips sure did because they found their way to your neck soon enough.

“I’m not there, vipes” you bit your lip as Wanda licked your throat “But I’ll meet you at the restaurant”

Wanda slapped your ass and you held back a moan, looking at her confused and she started shaking her head. Making you furrow your brows.

“What do you mean you are not here? Oh wait!” he started laughing but you couldn’t snap at him, not when Wanda kept roaming your body with her hands “You still with them? Naughty girl!”

“I’m not telling you shit” you smirked but it faded away when Wanda mouthed ‘language’, you rolled your eyes and she slapped your ass again making you whine.

“Dude, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just tripped” you lied and Wanda giggled, pecking your lips “Anyway, see you at breakfast like in…” you looked at the screen but Wanda blocked your view and you frowned “Yes, Wanda?”

“You are not leaving” she sentenced and you looked at her in awe.

“But I’m hungry” you pouted and heard Luke screaming on the phone “Lucas, give me a minute. Shut up!”

Wanda grabbed your pillow and punched Natasha with it, her wife groaned and grabbed the pillow by the third time. She glared at her wife and you held back a smirk.

“What?” Natasha grunted, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Then her eyes found you and she squinted “Why is your phone in your hand, malyshka?”

“She’s trying to leave” Wanda replied and your jaw dropped, you grabbed the pillow from Natasha’s hand and punched her with it “Watch it, little one”

“That’s not- I’m not trying to leave, I swear” you looked at Natasha “I’m just hungry” Luke shouted your name again and you groaned “Luke, I said shut the fuck up! Give me another…”

“Luke, right?” Natasha said after snatching the phone from your hand and you looked at her stunned and Wanda smirked “Yeah, Natasha here. I don’t think she will make it to breakfast” the redhead hummed as she smacked your hand away and Wanda went back to kiss your neck “I see, yeah. When are you leaving?” she grabbed her phone and looked at the hour “Sure, we will join if that’s alright with you and your friends?” she hummed again and typed something in her phone, showing it to Wanda and her wife nodded “Yeah, see you then. Thank you”

Natasha hung up and placed your phones together over her nightstand and your jaw dropped. You weren’t sure if you heard right, but apparently the redhead already decided they weren’t going to leave your side.

“What did he tell you?” you asked as Natasha kissed her wife and looked at you amused.

“Something about a trip to Women Island?” she shrugged and leaned to kiss you “Hope you don’t mind if we tag along”

“I- I don’t but I don’t think you want to hang with four strangers and-“

“We are hanging out with you and may I remind you this stranger made you moa-“ you clasped your hand over her mouth as your cheeks started burning and she raised a brow.

“Fine, three strangers. They are stupid and teasing and…” Natasha licked your hand and you moved it away “Hey!”

“Oh so now you don’t like my tongue? Wasn’t she asking me to never stop using it last night, dorogaya?” Natasha asked to Wanda and the brunette laughed.

“Yeah, I remember that” she teased and you groaned, trying to get off Wanda’s lap but she kept you in place “What I don’t remember is giving you permission to move”

“Is this my new life? Am I gonna get teased for the rest of my life?” you said without really thinking about your words but when realisation settled, you panicked “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Yes, that’s what you should expect for the rest of your life” Natasha smiled and grabbed your hand “And we don’t mind hanging out with your friends. It will be good getting to know them since you know… you are kinda stuck with us now”

“You make it sound like a threat, moya lyubov’” Wanda laughed and you bit your lip “We don’t have to go if you don’t want us to”

You looked at them, like really looked. Their eyes were twinkling softly, their smiles didn’t waver and they kept one hand touching you as the other were linked.

They made it look like you’ve been part of them all their lives, as if they didn’t meet you the day before but like you belonged there already. And your heart melted.

Maybe you didn’t take the best choices in the past, but this felt right. They felt right. So what if you just took a leap of faith?

“Yeah, okay. Let’s do it” you smiled and leaned to kiss each one of them “and I mean all of it, if you guys still want me” you whispered shyly and Wanda caressed your cheek.

“I know a way or two to show you how much we want you” she purred and you whimpered “What do you think, Tasha?”

“Yeah, I know what you are talking about?” the redhead smirked and you moaned.

“Again?” you grunted when Wanda pushed you down in between their bodies and their lips were already on your neck.

“Again. And again after that” Natasha whispered and you bit your lip but your stomach growled and the redhead laughed.

“Or not. I guess she really is hungry” Wanda chuckled and you groaned, looking down to your abdomen.

“No, no, I’m not hungry. Come back” you whined but Wanda was already picking up the phone to order room service “She won’t let it go, will she?”

Natasha patted your thigh “You get used to it, now come back to my arms and wake me up when food is here”

And when you settled in her arms, watching Wanda reading the menu and ordering for you as Natasha kissed your shoulder and held you protectively, you knew whatever happened next it didn’t matter.

The air in the conference room was stale, thick with the drone of bureaucracy and the scent of over-brewed coffee. Steve Rogers stood at the head of the long, polished table, gesturing with earnest hands at a holographic map of Eastern Europe. His voice was a low, serious rumble, detailing troop movements and potential threats with a gravity that demanded attention. Attention Natasha Romanoff was struggling, desperately, to give.

She sat ramrod straight in her chair, a perfect model of a rapt agent, her hands clasped loosely on the table before her. A pen lay beside her notepad, where she’d managed to scrawl a single, jagged line before her concentration had fractured into a million glittering pieces. Her gaze was fixed on Steve, her expression a carefully constructed mask of neutrality. But beneath the table, her thighs were clamped together so tightly they ached.

Across from her, Wanda Maximoff was the picture of innocence. She was idly toying with a loose thread on her sleeve, her head tilted as if she were hanging on Steve’s every word. But her eyes, those deep, knowing pools of green, were fixed on Natasha, and a ghost of a smile played on her lips. A faint, shimmering wisp of scarlet energy, invisible to every other eye in the room, snaked from Wanda’s twitching fingertips. It coiled through the air like a living thing, a heat-seeking serpent of pure pleasure, before slipping beneath the table to find its target.

Natasha’s breath hitched.

The magic was a phantom touch, a warm, insistent pressure that ghosted against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, tracing feather-light patterns that made her shiver. It was a prelude, a wicked little promise. The night before, a haze of whispered words and tangled limbs, Wanda had gifted her this… alteration. A whim, a fantasy spoken aloud, and Wanda, with a mischievous grin and a swirl of crimson power, had made it real. Now, nestled between her legs, was a weight and a heat that was both foreign and intoxicatingly her own. And Wanda, her beautiful, cruel Wanda, was playing with her new toy from across the room.

The scarlet threads tightened their dance, sliding beneath the fabric of her uniform trousers, wrapping around the burgeoning length of her cock. It wasn't a rough touch, but a maddeningly skillful one. The magic mimicked the slow, deliberate drag of fingertips, tracing the veins, cupping the weight, teasing the head with a circling, ghostly caress. Natasha’s jaw tightened. She dug her fingernails into her own palm, the small, sharp pain a pathetic anchor in the swirling sea of sensation threatening to pull her under.

“...the intelligence suggests they’ll move their primary assets by sunrise,” Steve was saying, oblivious. “Stark, what’s the ETA on the satellite sweep?”

Tony, who had been leaning back in his chair, idly spinning a tablet on his finger, flicked his eyes toward the screen. “Give me ninety minutes for a full-spectrum pass. Though I could probably find your lost puppy in sixty if you ask nicely.”

A wave of heat washed through Natasha as Wanda’s magic changed its tactics. It was no longer teasing. The ghostly fingers tightened, stroking her in a firm, steady rhythm. Up and down. A slow, agonizing friction that promised release and then pulled away, over and over again. Natasha shifted in her seat, a restless, jerky movement that drew a quick, concerned glance from Clint Barton, seated beside her.

He leaned in, his voice a low whisper. “You okay, Tasha?”

She couldn't speak. She could only manage a curt, sharp nod, hoping it looked dismissive enough. Her eyes flickered to Wanda. The younger woman met her gaze, and her smile widened fractionally. Her fingers flexed in the air, a silent gesture, and the magical assault intensified. The pace quickened, the strokes growing harder, more demanding. A low sound, a choked whimper, caught in the back of Natasha’s throat, and she had to disguise it as a cough, pressing her fist to her mouth.

Her whole body was humming, a live wire of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The room seemed to fade into a hazy, distant blur. Steve’s voice, Tony’s quips, Bruce’s thoughtful hums—it was all just background noise to the roaring symphony Wanda was conducting between her legs. She could feel the pressure building, a sweet, coiling tightness deep in her gut. She was close. Dangerously, terrifyingly close.

She had to get out. She could stand, make an excuse, flee to the bathroom before she completely humiliated herself.

But then she looked at Wanda again. The raw, possessive hunger in Wanda’s eyes was a chain, rooting her to the spot. There was a challenge there, a dare. Let them see. Let them all see how you fall apart for me. And Natasha, to her own shock, found she didn't want to run. A darker, more thrilling part of her wanted to give in. Right here.

Tony’s voice cut through her haze, his tone sharp with perception. “Romanoff? You got something to add, or are you just trying to levitate through sheer force of will over there?”

Her head snapped toward him. His eyes, behind the tinted glasses, were narrowed, a spark of knowing amusement in them. He’d noticed. He didn’t know what he was noticing, but he saw her distress, her flushed skin, the sheen of sweat on her brow. Clint, too, was staring, his brow furrowed with genuine worry.

That was the final push.

Wanda’s magic surged, a final, overwhelming wave. The phantom hand closed around her, stroking with a frantic, merciless pace. Natasha’s back arched, her hands gripping the edge of the polished table until her knuckles were white. Her vision swam with black spots. She bit down on her lip, tasting blood, the pain a distant echo. A silent scream built in her chest as the pleasure crested, a cataclysmic, shattering peak that ripped through her body. Her hips gave a single, convulsive jerk against the chair, a movement she couldn't suppress, and a wave of hot, wet release flooded the front of her trousers.

For a moment, there was nothing but the fading aftershocks of bliss, a ringing in her ears, and the hot dampness cooling against her skin.

The meeting droned on for another five minutes, but it was an eternity. Natasha didn’t move, didn't breathe, didn’t dare to do anything but stare blankly at the table, her mind a hollowed-out cavern. When Steve finally called the meeting to a close, she stayed seated, praying everyone would just leave.

Clint squeezed her shoulder. “Tasha? Seriously. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine,” she rasped, her voice hoarse. “Just tired.”

He lingered for a moment, unconvinced, but eventually let it go, following the others out of the room. Tony was the last to leave, pausing at the door. He gave her a long, speculative look, his gaze flicking down to her lap and then back to her face. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then seemed to think better of it. A slow, lopsided grin spread across his face, and with a wink that said I don’t know what your secret is, but I approve, he was gone.

Leaving her alone.

Well, not quite alone.

Footsteps, soft and deliberate, approached from across the room. Wanda appeared at her side, leaning down, her lips brushing against Natasha’s ear. Her voice was a low, throaty purr, laced with triumphant amusement.

Your studio was dimly lit, string lights hanging across the ceiling like stars. The acoustic guitar rested in your lap as you strummed the final chords of the new song—her song.

“I think it’s done,” you whispered.

Across from you, Natasha sat on the arm of the couch, one leg bouncing slightly. “Is this the one you’ve been secretive about for the past two weeks?” she asked, trying to sound casual, but you saw the corners of her lips twitching up, eyes curious.

You nodded. “I didn’t want you to hear it until it was right. But… it’s yours. All of it.”

Natasha’s eyes softened. You could see the flicker of emotions behind her stoic exterior—love, fear, pride, all tangled up in that way she rarely let anyone see.

You were the exception.

“Play it for me,” she murmured, voice lower now, like she was scared she might break something if she spoke too loud.

So you did.

It started slow—gentle chords and the soft rasp of your voice. Natasha didn’t move, only listened closely to not miss any parts of the lyrics.

Your voice cracked near the end—not because of nerves but because the lyrics meant something more than just a melody. They were a love letter she’d never let herself ask for, stitched together in rhythm and raw truth.

You finished, eyes meeting hers.

And then—Natasha got up without a word, crossed the room, and knelt down in front of you. Her hands, always sure in battle, shook just a little as they cupped your cheeks.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever… seen me like that. Not even me,” she whispered.

“That’s because they weren’t looking with love,” you smiled.

She pulled you into a kiss. Gentle, fierce. Like she was saying thank you in every language she didn’t speak.

. . .

Three Weeks Later: at the Grammys, Twitter was losing its mind. (yes, i am not calling it 'x')

You, in an ethereal silk gown, arrived at the red carpet not with your manager, your publicist, or a Hollywood date-for-PR. You came with Natasha Romanoff. An Avenger, ex-assassin.

An enigma.

The camera flashes went blinding. Nat looked like she’d walked out of an action film and into a fashion spread—black tailored suit, open collar, a touch of burgundy lipstick she never wore in public, but you knew was your favorite.

Reporters lost composure trying to get a comment. Natasha didn’t say much—just kept her hand on the small of your back, making sure you were steady, calm. You were used to this side of the world. Although, she’d fought aliens, she could handle red carpet nerves.

. . .

Then came your performance.

The new song, the unreleased one that only a handful of people had heard—including Natasha, alone in your studio, tears in her eyes.

Tonight, it played for the world.

You walked to the center of the stage, lights dim, a single spotlight on you.

Natasha was in the front row and you sang it again.

But this time, you looked at her the whole time.

As your voice carried across the room, cameras caught it all:

The way Natasha mouthed the words along with you or the subtle clench of her jaw to keep emotions in. Her hands in her lap, curled tightly, like she was holding herself together with sheer will.

Twitter exploded:

“Who is this song about???”

“IS THAT NATASHA FREAKING ROMANOFF???”

“She wrote a love song about a literal Avenger and performed it like no one else existed 😭”

“Natasha looks like a proud wife whose wife just invented music.”

. . .

Backstage, your phone was blowing up, but you didn’t care.

All that mattered was the way Natasha grabbed your waist and pulled you into her backstage dressing room, eyes blazing with emotion.

“You keep doing that,” she muttered against your neck.

“What?”

“Making me want forever with you.”

You smiled. “That’s the idea.”

. . .

Later that night, when you won Song of the Year, you went onstage and said:

“This one’s for the woman who thinks she’s too sharp to be loved softly. You’re my favorite verse, Nat.”

She stood up for you to applaud. The camera caught her whispering, "That's my girl."