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you check your phone for the fifth time in the last 10 minutes. you sigh heavily when you notice yet another work related text pop up on your phone screen.

today was supposed to be about unplugging, but you find that it is much easier said than done. you had responsibilities to tend to—things that needed your attention.

both of your girlfriends insisted that work could wait until monday, that saturday’s were for relaxing. a part of you knew that you needed to get better at separating work from all other aspects of your life, but right now, it was consuming you.

“hey, what did we say about checking our phones?” your eyes dart from your phone to wanda. she was lounging on the top pool step, her legs laid out and crossed at the ankles. she had a book in one hand and the other arm was propped on the hot concrete. her fingers were half dipped dangling in the water, which splashed onto the pavement periodically to prevent her skin from burning.

you study her expression. it was hard to interpret given that she had sunglasses that obscured your view from those sage eyes.

“i know, i know. it just keeps going off.” you sigh, this time in surrender. you click the lock button on the side of your phone and set it on the small glass table beside you.

you shut your eyes and turn your face to the sun. it was a blistering 97°. heat seeped into your skin unforgivingly. you would have gotten into the pool with your girlfriends, but that meant you would no longer have easy access to your phone.

“come swim with me.” natasha calls from the other side of the pool. it wasn’t a question.

her blonde hair was slicked back with pool water. you can make out the water droplets smattered across her face, neck and shoulders as she keeps herself afloat in the deep end.

“i don’t want to get in yet.” you reply stubbornly. it wasn’t petulant sounding, but more resolute. you needed to see the conclusion of the drama currently unfolding on your work group chat.

as if on cue, your phone buzzes again. like a reflex, you pick it up immediately, reading the new messages that had come in. you scoff at what was going on. you knew there would be hell to pay on monday from the looks of what was going on.

“did you put sunscreen on?” wanda’s voice cuts into your thoughts.

“yeah.” you answer distractedly, scrolling up to re-read a message you weren’t sure you fully understood.

“(y/n).” your name captures your attention. this time you stop to look up at the brunette.

she had her sunglasses tipped down her nose just an inch, her eyes peering over the top of the tinted frames. they were firm and demanded a more truthful, present response.

“i don’t know… i was going to put some on, but then i forgot.” it was a poor excuse, but it was the truth. you got pulled into work drama before you could really contemplate sun protection.

natasha swims to the pool steps. you know her intention immediately. you shut your phone off again, setting it to the side like before. you can sense her energy, slightly impatient but still in control.

water cascades down her body, adorned in a simple black bikini. the delicate strings tied behind her neck draw your attention to her strong shoulders and visible collarbone. she was a vision.

droplets color the pavement as she makes her way from the edge of the pool over to where you were sitting. you sit up as she approaches. you notice her eyes were hard and focused. she reaches for the sunscreen she had haphazardly discarded onto the chair beside you earlier and then stands before you.

“stand up.” she gestures with her finger. you comply only after pausing to stretch your arms above your head.

she applies a generous amount into her hand and then rubs her palms together, smearing it to make it more easily spreadable.

“turn around.” she commands. you pivot so your back is facing her.

you flinch slightly as the cold coconut scented lotion hits your skin. she massages it into your shoulders and upper back thoroughly before squeezing more into her hand.

she doesn’t say anything to you as she works the sunscreen into your skin. not even when she bends down to massage your thighs and bum cheeks that were half exposed to the sunlight. her fingers are methodical, lingering around your inner thighs and then dancing to the fleshiest part of your ass. she squeezes and then relaxes her fingers, smoothing them down the rest of your legs.

you squirm, feeling your body melt into her touch without really thinking about it. her touch was warm—familiar. she pauses at the backs of your ticklish knees, purposely working her fingers into them to get you to squirm a little more. you make a small noise of protest, which she ignores.

once she deems your back thoroughly covered, she turns you around by grabbing your hips. this time she works from your ankles up to your chest. when she gets to your torso, she pauses and takes some time there, her fingers dipping carefully below the top of your bikini bottoms.

you can feel your mind drifting back into a more fuzzy headspace the longer she works on you. her touch is comforting and it pulls you back into the warmth of letting go—a place you haven’t visited in quite some time.

it wasn’t that you didn’t want to submit to your girlfriends. it was just so hard for you to let go sometimes. it felt easy to push back, to resist and to put off. you didn’t do it to be a brat, rather to maintain a small semblance of control when it felt like everything would unravel unless you clung tightly to the reigns.

natasha leans forward and presses her lips against the warm skin of your hip bone. a small smile touches your lips. you glance down to look at her but she wasn’t looking at you. instead, she was kissing a line from one hip to the other, slow and soft—unrushed.

you sigh contentedly, one of your hands finding the back of her head. you meant it as encouragement to keep going but natasha pulls away, standing to lather the rest of your upper body.

she saves your arms for last, and by then you find yourself leaning into her, wanting to be closer.

once she finishes, she steps back. the absence of her touch is immediate. you hate how much you notice it.

“you gonna come join me and wanda in the pool now?” natasha asks, her hand reaching forward to adjust one of the straps of your bathing suit.

your phone buzzes on the glass table, reminding you again of why you didn’t want to swim in the first place.

natasha holds out her hand in front of you. it’s an offering, she’s not forcing you. you glance between her hand and your phone.

you guessed you could spare 5 minutes to be present with your dominants.

you slowly raise your hand and natasha takes it, her grasp firm and warm as she pulls you towards the pool steps.

when your feet step into the water, it’s just the right temperature—not too hot, not too cold.

“there she is.” wanda murmurs fondly with a smile. she adjusts her position on the spacey top pool step, making room for you to sit next to her.

there was something about the warmth of her voice, the gesture of making room for you to exist next to her that pulled at your chest.

you sink to the step until your bottom rests on the surface below, the water coming up just above your belly button. you prop your back against the ledge of the lip of the pool just like wanda was.

“hi.” it’s a simple response, one that carries the faint echo of your work stress. she can see it on your face along with the slight tension in your shoulders.

she sets her book aside, flipping her sunglasses to adorn the top of her head. her short layers fan out behind the temples of her frames.

you didn’t notice before, but natasha must have stepped out of the pool to retrieve the fruit flavored popsicles wanda had placed in a small cooler earlier that afternoon.

you hear the wrapper crinkling next to you before natasha is handing her wife a purple one—grape flavored, of course. wanda loved grape popsicles and grape nerds, but every other artificially grape flavored thing was subpar at best.

wanda takes it from her, bringing the sugary ice to her lips.

“malysh.” natasha calls your attention to her. the name is familiar—fuzzy feeling. you turn your head to see her offering you a popsicle.

“thank you.” you offer a small smile of gratitude, accepting the treat from her extended hand. she hums in response.

yours is white—coconut flavored. you bring it to your lips, sucking the sugary syrup from off the top.

comfortable silence sits between the three of you as you all enjoy your own popsicles. natasha remained standing at the ledge of the pool while you and wanda sat.

a delicate breeze blew in the air that didn’t quite pass as cool, but it was pleasant enough paired with the water your lower body was submerged in.

you were halfway done with your popsicle when in your peripheral vision, you see something dart across the air. just when you turn to see what was happening, water obscures your view as a wave splashes you right in the face.

you sit up straight, slightly disoriented from the surprise.

“nat!” you shout accusatorily. wanda makes a sound next to you but otherwise doesn’t scold her wife.

natasha smiles from the deep end, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. she sinks lower in the water so just from the bridge of her nose to the top of her head was visible above the water. she slithers closer to you slowly, teasingly. you knew what game she was playing.

you back up against the pool ledge, abandoning your popsicle at the side of the pool.

“don’t even think about it, natasha.” you try to sound firm, but the wavering edge in your voice causes the warning to lose all of its weight.

as she approaches, merely a couple feet away now, you see her arm reach under the water for your leg. you pull them back hastily, hugging them towards your chest.

“i don’t wanna get in!” you whine, sounding more like a child that knew there was nothing they could do to sway the inevitable.

“you’re coming in.” she reaches for you again with both hands this time. she grabs you by the waist, pulling you off the step into deeper water. the buoyancy of it assists in carrying your reluctant body with her.

she was all smug and smiling as she pulled you deeper. she stops towards the middle of the pool where she can still stand on her tiptoes. her hands manipulate your body so your legs wrap around her waist, her arms under your bum to support your weight.

you look at her, her green eyes shining in the sun, pieces of damp hair framing her face, and suddenly you’re not so annoyed at being forcefully pulled into the water.

she holds your gaze, her eyes soft and searching. the longer your eyes bore into hers, the more you feel the weight of this moment. it’s soft and yet still demanding, daring to sink you deeper into a more cloudy headspace.

natasha reaches a hand up to hold the side of your face, her touch delicate but intentional.

“no more work today, detka.” with those words, you felt that familiar tug of resistance in your chest. you didn’t mean to, but it was a reflex.

“but—“ you start. you were sure you could come up with a list of reasons to disagree with her, but you were cut off.

“no buts. be here with us. i missed my baby.” her words are gentle and sincere. you think you even detect a small sense of longing but you weren’t positive.

your bottom lip juts out in a delicate pout. you want to give in.

you want to.

your lack of verbal response is encouraging.

“let’s go see mommy.” she continues, being sure not to give you too much time to think or back pedal.

she walks you back over to the pool step where wanda was sitting. her arms are outstretched towards you, a warm smile on her face. you linger in the comfort of natasha’s embrace, teetering between the two of them.

only one beat passes before wanda is pulling you into her lap. she holds you in a way so that your legs straddle her hips as you rest on your calves.

her hand curls some hair behind your ear, her touch drifting from there to your chin, holding it up with gentle pressure.

“let me look at these cute freckles.” she admires your skin, tilting your face in every direction to get a proper look.

“it’s not cute.” you say stubbornly, your brows pulling together just slightly. wanda thought it was adorable.

“they are.” she quips back, not at all deterred by your comment. she smiles and bites her bottom lip, her eyes looking from your right eye to your left, down to your lips and then back up again.

you squirm slightly under her stare. the fondness of it was causing the cracks in your resolve to create fissures that would eventually give way.

“what’s the pouty face for, hmm?” she asks. natasha comes and sits right next to her wife, shoulders touching as she props her back against the ledge.

“i’m not pouting.” you lie.

“you are.” natasha chimes in. now both sets of green eyes are watching you intently.

“i’m not.” you double down defiantly.

“mm, no?” wanda asks, planting an abrupt peck at the corner of your lips.

“no.” you repeat, this time with less tenacity.

“no?” wanda restates, kissing you again with playful force, this time on your cheek.

“noo.” and this time, you almost giggle at the end of it.

“you’re not pouting? you’re smiling?” she pecks you again, peppering them along both sides of your face. it was impossible now not to laugh gently.

wanda beams at the sound, encouraged by the light, childlike tone of it. she pulls away, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“well, now you’re smiling.” her grin mimics yours. you didn’t realize how wide you were smiling until you feel the dullest ache in the apples of your cheeks.

“there she is.” natasha says with warm recognition. you look from wanda to her wife who was sporting a grin of her own.

“i’ve been here.” you reply in a small voice, even though you knew what natasha meant.

“you know what i mean.” she says carefully. it’s not scolding or berating, rather acknowledging the fact that they knew how distracted you’ve been today.

your eyes fall to your lap where you begin to fidget with your fingers. you feel a little guilty for your behavior, but you know both wanda and natasha are accustomed to your habits. they would say if it was too much.

“hey.” natasha calls your attention. your eyes lift to meet hers.

“we’re okay.” her hand comes to hold the side of your face, her thumb stroking your chin.

a few moments pass where you simply look at each other, conveying fondness and familiarity.

“wanna play a game?” she asks, a mischievous look returning to her eyes.

“not yet. i just want to hold her.” wanda cuts in, her arms tightening around you. something tugs in your heart again at her words. she wants you here—close.

you glance back from natasha to wanda. there was something different in her expression now. it made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“come here.” she pulls you impossibly closer and tucks your head against her shoulder. you sigh, your body suddenly remembering how to relax into her touch before your brain can even think about resisting.

she strokes the back of your damp hair, gently rocking your body from side to side with hers.

the softness of the moment paired with the fact that they had been nothing but caring and attentive all afternoon was getting to you.

it felt good to let wanda hold you like this.

you’re unsure how much time truly passes before wanda begins to shift beneath you. you make a soft noise of protest, too comfortable against her to move.

she takes the hint and resettles, a hand smoothing down your back.

more time passes by, your body relaxing further and further into her. her hand comes up, pushing one of your bikini straps to the side. the soft action feels nice.

“you’re starting to get pink.” she notices. she readjusts your strap and then checks the other side.

“i’m not.” you mumble into her neck.

“you are.” natasha adds, her fingers moving the blue string tied at your back.

you shake your head against wanda’s shoulder. really you just don’t want to move from where you were resting.

“c’mon, let’s move to the shade.” wanda starts to move and you protest with a low whine.

“moya malyshka. we gotta get you out of the sun.” she croons next to your ear as she swings her legs to the side to start to stand up. natasha’s hands are suddenly at your ribs, hooking her hands under your armpits to help lift you off of wanda’s lap. your body is limp in her hold as you barely assist her in getting yourself to stand. she grunts softly at the effort.

“i know, you wanna cuddle your mommy. we just have to move first.” natasha’s voice is low and sympathetic sounding. it pulls your mind further into that cloudy headspace. she has you.

your turn to face natasha, leaning your full weight against her. you didn’t want to move on your own. it was like your mind was almost reluctant to think too much.

knowing what you needed, natasha grabs onto the back of your thighs, lifting your body so she can hold you against her. she steps out of the pool, walking carefully with you in her arms to the cabana on the other side of the yard.

she sets you down carefully, wanda just behind the two of you. you settle against the cushions of the oversized sectional, which was made up of several pieces pushed together. the cushions formed one sprawling surface large enough for all three of you to stretch out without touching the edges.

you slither to the top of it, resting your head against the pillows that were soft enough to sink into. both of your girlfriends join you, wanda at your right and natasha to your left. you turn onto your side, facing wanda as you push your back flush against natasha’s front. wanda’s arm comes around your torso, draping over your hip.

you let out a deep exhale, your eyes drifting closed for the second time that afternoon.

a breeze tickles your skin as you lie there, the dampness of your bikini causing the sensation to feel cooling. goosebumps rise along your legs, and natasha’s fingers trace along them absentmindedly.

“what should we have for dinner tonight?” wanda asks lowly.

“something yummy.” natasha responds, her voice only a few inches away from your ear.

“you say that every time.” you didn’t need to have your eyes open to know that wanda was rolling her eyes.

“well, i mean it every time.” you hear natasha grin.

“is my cooking not yummy all the time?” wanda challenges. natasha continues tracing along your skin.

“no, no, it is.” natasha defends. their voices fall silent after that, your skin still buzzing lightly under the blondes touch.

“is she asleep?” natasha asks quietly.

“she’s listening.” wanda replies. you remain as still as possible, trying not to react and give yourself away.

“are you awake milaya moya?” natasha croons, her fingers lightly scratching against your ticklish ribs. the muscles in your stomach flutter against your will, but you manage not to crack a smile.

“you trying to trick your daddy?” she purrs, her lips at your ear this time as she wiggles her fingers into the divots of your ribcage. you can’t fight the small giggle that bursts past your lips this time.

“noo.” you wiggle against her, clutching her hand in yours. you hold it firmly against your stomach, as if you could truly keep it there even if you tried your hardest. she doesn’t fight against your grip, her hand relaxing in your hold.

you crack your eyelids open and you’re met with your favorite pair of sage green eyes. she was watching your expression with fondness, her eyes sparkling even in the shade.

“we could get takeout.” natasha shifts the focus back to dinner. wanda’s gaze flicks over to her wife on the other side of you.

“we could…” she starts and then trails off. her hand comes up to your face. you were still looking at her as she traces her fingertip down the slope of your nose and then across your cheekbones.

“we could get hawaiian pizza.” she finishes, a smile touching the corner of her lips. hawaiian pizza? your all time favorite hawaiian pizza?

your eyes light up at the suggestion, your lips turning up into a small smile.

“i wanna get hawaiian pizza.” you insert your opinion now, suddenly very interested at the prospect of dinner.

“yeah? are you sure?” wanda asks. you know she’s teasing you.

“i’m sure!” you bop your head up and down, conveying your enthusiasm on the subject. wanda chuckles fondly at the action.

“okay. pizza it is then.” she leans in and pecks your lips, brushing a stray hair from your forehead when she pulls away.

silence falls over the three of you again. you stare at wanda’s face, her eyes closed now as you study her relaxed expression. she had been so present and attentive all day—never pushing you or scolding you for becoming lost in the stresses of life.

natasha too. every single action they had taken today had been a soft invitation. it was loving, gentle and patient. they weren't forcing you into a certain headspace.

“thank you.” you break the silence after a few moments.

wanda cracks her eyes open. “for what?”

you hold her gaze, trying to convey the sincerity of what you were feeling.

“just for today. i didn’t know how much i needed this.” it was true and admitting it out loud made your chest feel heavier with recognition.

“but we knew. we know, honey.” wanda threads her fingers through the hair behind your ear, cradling the back of your head.

her admission causes something to melt inside of you. they saw everything.

you let the weight of wanda’s hand resting against your head comfort you, natasha’s fingers still tracing patterns along your side.

you tilt your chin up without thinking, pressing your lips against wanda’s. you linger there. she doesn’t push you further, but you want more. you want to be closer.

you part your lips, exhaling into her mouth. your hand comes up to her shoulder, running it softly down her arm. you’re slow as you deepen the kiss. your tongue traces along her bottom lip, the taste familiar and comforting.

you shift your body closer to her, your hands transitioning from soft caresses to more eager and grabby. she was kissing you back with equal enthusiasm, but she was letting you lead. you didn’t want to lead. you wanted her to take you.

suddenly you feel natasha’s fingers flex at your side and wanda’s hand grabs under your chin, pulling back just an inch. she looks at you, analyzing the neediness beginning to bloom within your eyes.

she holds you there for a moment before she’s kissing you again, more eager this time. she props herself up, hovering above you now as she turns you on your back. her lips move with more intent, slow and deep as her hand travels up your side. her tongue glides against yours and you whimper into her mouth.

you become lost in the kiss. her slightly damp hair falls from either side of her, the strawberry scented tresses tickling your cheeks as it creates a curtain around your face. her hands wander across your body, smoothing, rubbing and squeezing along your growingly sensitive skin.

your hands are far less graceful and intentional as you touch her. you just wanted more.

wanda pulls away, much too far for your liking. you whine—low and needy sounding. your hands reach for her. she shushes you gently, guiding your hands back down to the cushions beneath you.

she watches your face as her hands slowly travel to your side where she finds the string of your bikini tied into a bow. her eyes never leave yours as nimble fingers untie it easily. she works on the other knot and then slowly pulls the garment off your body, discarding it to the side. cool air hits your exposed core causing you to shiver slightly.

natasha’s hand comes up to grasp your cheeks. she turns your head towards her, your lips eagerly meeting hers as she closes the gap between you two. she’s equally as slow and methodical as she kisses you for the first time that afternoon. it felt like a long awaited reunion.

she doesn’t linger at your lips for too long before she’s kissing a line down to your neck. you can feel wanda’s hands searching for the bow tied behind your back.

neither of them are rushed, but there’s a passion in their touch that makes you become more eager with each passing second.

you whimper softly when natasha nips at your pulse point. her fingers work to untie the final knot at the back of your neck, assisting wanda with pulling your bikini top off.

with your naked body now completely exposed to their hungry gazes, you shiver, except now it’s not because of a breeze.

“look at you.” natasha purrs, tracing her finger tip from your sternum down to your pubic bone.

“our darling girl.” wanda appraises, her hand smoothing along your thigh.

your brows pull together in a desperation expression, your hands now reaching for both of them as they hover above you.

“i know, baby.” wanda soothes you, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to her face. she kisses your fingertips one by one. the soft gesture doesn’t quite match the burning behind in her eyes.

“please. please, mommy. i need you. i need daddy.” there’s a raw edge to your tone that makes natasha shiver. you see wanda purse her lips but her expression otherwise remains smooth.

“are you gonna let us take care of you now?” natasha coos. her question held no resentment. it was simply an invitation to hear your raw admission.

you nod you head.

“yes.” you whimper, your tone conveying the weight of your submission.

they both make a noise in response, somewhere between a hum and a purr. natasha leans down to kiss you again. your arms come up automatically to wrap around her neck but she catches your wrists. she pins them above your head with one hand, the other beginning to tease along the side of your breast. she cups the underside and gently squeezes, massaging the sensitive flesh.

wanda’s hands begin to work along your inner thighs, teasing and lightly caressing.

you can feel warm wetness beginning to ooze out of your core. it drips down your slit and when natasha pulls away to let you breathe, you can smell a hint of your arousal in the air.

you’re about to plead for more when you feel wanda’s finger draw a line down your slit. your thighs part, an invitation for more. you bite your lip, glancing between natasha’s watchful eyes and wanda’s hand between your legs.

when you look away from her, natasha tweaks your nipple, calling your attention back to her.

“look at me.” her hand palms your breast, squeezing firmly enough to remind you she had equal involvement.

your lips part, a gasp rolling off your tongue as wanda swirls some of your arousal around your clit. she rubs smooth, steady circles there, stimulating the sensitive bud.

“that’s it.” natasha encourages, her hand that was holding your wrists tightening just slightly. the way they were playing with your body was beginning to make your head spin.

the longer wanda draws those little circles around your clit, the more sensitive you become. your small whimpers become breathy moans as she maintains the perfect pressure.

“does that feel good, baby?” wanda asks when your hips begin to buck against her hand.

“yes!” you gasp, your eyes finding that sage green stare again.

natasha’s fingers were still teasing your nipples, occasionally drifting down your torso only to journey back up again.

“be a good girl for me and keep those hands up there, hmm?” her fingers flex around your wrists before she releases them. you can’t verbally respond, only capable of breathy moans and whimpers.

you obey nonetheless, your hands staying put where they are above your head. natasha scoots further down closer to wanda, her hand joining her wife’s along your slit.

you inhale sharply, your body writhing under their touch. natasha chuckles deeply, her two fingers sliding down to your opening.

“she’s so wet.” she muses, one of her fingers slipping inside of you. wanda doesn’t stop playing with your clit.

“she is, isn’t she? look at her—taking her daddy’s finger so well.” wanda praises. natasha slips a second finger inside of you, curling them upwards experimentally.

one of your hands drops down, your fingers wrapping around the wrist of the hand that was playing with you.

“ah, ah. hands to yourself.” natasha reminds you, using her other hand to return your wrist back where it belonged.

she pumps her fingers inside of you, the movement slight and precise as she expertly rubs that spot inside of you.

you can feel the pressure building in your core. the steady circles drawn around your clit paired with the fingers rubbing against your g spot had you writhing.

“are you getting close?” wanda asks, her voice a little breathless. when you look at her this time, her face is twisted in pleasure as if your pleasure was her own.

“yes—fuck!” you throw your head against the pillows beneath you, your mouth falling open with a string of gasps and moans.

“you can cum baby—come on. cum for us.” wanda encourages, fingers still persistent and steady against your clit.

your back arches then, your body giving into her request as you fall over the edge. it's more powerful than you expected, your thighs quivering and your toes curling. they ride out the waves of pleasure with you, their touch becoming lighter as you reach the end of the climax.

your body goes limp, your muscles finally relaxing and unclenching for the first time in several minutes. your eyelids droop sleepily as you exhale shakily.

“such a good girl.” wanda’s fingers finally leave your clit and natasha’s fingers still inside of you, though she lingers there.

wanda leans over you, placing a tender kiss on your cheek, then your nose and finally your lips. you half pucker your lips, your mind and body spent from the emotional and physical release.

your eyes are still closed, so you don’t see the way wanda looks at you when she sits back on her heels again. you don’t see the exchange between her and natasha as your chest rises and falls with steady breaths.

natasha’s fingers twitch inside you. you clench in response, whimpering in light protest.

that’s when you feel it. a warm, wet tongue sliding up your slit. your eyes snap open and you’re met with wanda’s head between your legs.

she flicks her tongue across your clit. you whine, your hands coming down to rest against her head. she doesn’t correct you or push your hands away.

“let mommy taste you.” she says, almost pleading sounding. it would have been a plea except you know she would have tasted you whether you enthusiastically agreed or not.

your hands fall to your sides, fists clenched as you fight the urge to grab fistfuls of her hair.

she licks up and down, moaning into your pussy as natasha’s fingers begin to slowly pump again.

it’s all you can do not to close your legs.

your thighs tremble around her head, your hands attempting to seek purchase on the cushions beneath you.

just when you think the pleasure cannot become more overwhelming, natasha removes her fingers. you feel a small sense of relief at the reprieve, but it’s short lived.

natasha descends and adjusts her body so she’s level with wanda. you’re about to say something when you feel the her hot tongue sliding against your slit alongside her wife.

“oh—“ your voice cracks, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as they take turns on who gets to swirl their tongue around your sensitive bud.

they alternate. while one fucks their tongue in and out of you, the other pays special attention to the bundle of nerves above your opening. you can’t help it, you try in vain to press your legs together, but they each hold one leg open. you weren’t going anywhere.

“i’m—fuck! daddy!” you squeak, your body squirming and twisting beneath them. they both moan against you, completely consumed in the task of drawing pleasure out of your body.

you don’t have the wherewithal to warn them when the coil tightens and violently snaps for the second time. you sob as your hips roll in time with natasha’s tongue flicking over your clit. tears rolls down your flushed cheeks as your hands desperately grab at whatever they can find.

your body doesn’t relax so easily this time, your muscles sufficiently wound up from all the intense stimulation. your whole body quivers with small jerks, even as they finally remove themselves from between your legs.

“hey, hey. breathe for me.” wanda climbs up your body, her hands cradling your face. she demonstrates slow, deep breathing. you try to copy her, willing your body to come down from the high.

you didn’t even realize natasha had disappeared until she reappears with a cold bottle of water.

“you’re okay, sweetheart.” wanda runs a hand across your forehead, tucking some hair behind your ear that had become matted against your cheek.

natasha props herself against the back of the sectional, her strong hands pulling you up so you were sitting against her. she unscrews the lid to the bottle, bringing it up to your lips.

she tilts it back when your lips wrap around the opening. you swallow carefully, taking small sips.

“you did so good, malysh.” natasha praises next to your ear.

“so good.” wanda echos as she comes to sit on the other side of you. she wraps an arm across you, forcing the three of you to be sandwiched impossibly close together.

you’re still slightly breathless as they lovingly fuss over you. they kiss and praise you so sweetly, it has your head full of static and fluffy clouds.

you begin to drift somewhere in the middle of their gentle caresses and sweet murmurings. you begin to come back when wanda begins tracing along the slope of your nose. your eyelids flutter, peering at her through your lashes.

“are you back with us?” she asks carefully, studying your face.

were you fully back with them? no. but you could hear them. you nod your head slowly, but there was something in your soft, wide eyes that had wanda recognizing it in an instant.

you were soft—completely malleable and at their mercy, and if she guessed correctly, you would be like this for the remainder of the evening.

she throws a glance to her wife who was just a couple feet away. they exchange a knowing look—fond and understanding, even a little excited.