shao

"oh bunny.. where are you? you know mommy doesn't like it when you run from her. come out now."

wanda hums, your breathing quickens as you continue running through the dark, dense woods. how did she already manage to catch up to you? you could've sworn she was fast asleep when you left the cabin.. whatever, that doesn't matter now. you continued making your way into the forest, and when you're sure wanda was far enough for you to catch your breath, you sigh and lean against a tree, panting heavily.

wanda was right though; the last few times you tried to run away, she caught you within an hour, spanking you harshly after dragging you back to the cabin to make sure you weren't hurt.

you can still clearly remember how it felt. the way the rings on her fingers added to the sting.. the way you got wetter—no. you shouldn't be thinking about that.. atleast not while you’re literally trying to escape her. you let out a deep breath, one you didn't even realise you were holding. you relaxed your muscles, your head falling back against the hard wood and your eyes flutter shut on their own accord. yeah, this was nice. maybe you should stay a minute to catch your breath.

you felt a sudden pressure on your throat and your eyes dart open. your breath hitches when you see wanda standing in front of you, a displeased expression on her face that sends a sudden shiver up your spine and a jolt to your core.

"caught you. dumb bunny, you thought you could run from mommy forever?” wanda tuts, before she continues “i'll always catch you in the end. just too stupid to think straight” she added a little more pressure onto your neck as she spoke. “now, its time to come home, yeah?" wanda cooed, her voice sickly sweet.

building up your courage, you managed to find your voice to shout.

"no! i'm not—don't call me that! i'm not going back to that..” you suddenly as you look around in fear, “..that god forsaken place again!”

a deafening silence filled the atmosphere, one where you silently begged for the ground to swallow you whole. wanda's expression hardens, and so does her grip on your throat. a strangled gasp left your lips as your hand comes up to wrap around wanda's wrist, looking up at her wide-eyed.

"you're exhausting my patience, bunny. if you're not going to cooperate, i'm gonna have to take things into my own hands.” she warned. “and trust me.. you wouldn’t like that; so im giving you a choice. either you come back with me,” she stops, “or i'm gonna have to make you," wanda growls, her sokovian accent bleeding into her words. fuck. she's definitely pissed.

you swallow thickly, before weakly responding with a quiet ‘f-follow you' that seemed to please wanda. she finally releases her grip on your throat, moving her hand to grab your wrist as you two make your way back to the cabin in awkward silence.

"t-twenty five, thank you mommy!" you cried out, your ass all red and bruised, a quiet clatter being heard as wanda placed the paddle down.

"good bunny.. now drink. you know why mommy does this, don't you? it's for your own good."

you part your lips obediently as wanda tips the shot glass into your mouth, the liquid burning down your already-raw throat, a sharp cough leaving your throat involuntarily.

a small sound escapes your lips when you feel her fingers trail down to your lace-covered pussy, where your arouse was dripping down your inner thighs, and onto wanda's lap.

"oh my, you got so worked up over a few spanks, bunny... let mommy take care of you, okay?" you nodded absentmindedly, muttering out something incoherent that sounded like a 'yes, mommy’

wanda loved how mushy your brain gets after every time she "punishes" you. i mean.. was this really a punishment? you did enjoy it, didn't you?

wanda gently lays you onto the bed, biting her bottom lip at the sight of your nipples, barely covered by the white lace of your bra and the damp spot on your matching panties. she pulls your underwear off as she pushed the cups of your bra up, admiring your semi-hard nipples. she takes one into her mouth and uses her free hand to pinch and twist at your other nipple while you whine.

wanda finally pushes your panties aside and parts your folds, watching as you clench around nothing, your hips jutting up when wanda suddenly spits on your pussy.

a loud moan sounds through the room when wanda suddenly pushes two fingers into your wet heat, the friction almost unexistent as they easily slide in. she curls her fingers just right until they reached that spongey spot in you that makes your back arch off the bed and lets you see stars.

at the same time, wanda kissed and bit at your neck, as you let out a breathily moan.

"mommy—mommy, im close!" you whine loudly. your sounds spur wanda on. she leans down and sucks your clit like a woman starved. her tongue flicking over your sensitive nub as she continues pounding your tight pussy with three fingers. it wasn’t long till your orgasm crashed over you, a string of curses bouncing off the walls as you gush around wanda's fingers, gasping out a 'too much’, trying to push her fingers out of you. wanda didn’t like that. her hand comes down to slap your used pussy, a stranged sound leaving your throat.

"no. mommy's not done yet. you'll take it though, won't you? mommy's just so worked up after your little performance." wanda says sharply, her voice a sickly sweet tone that makes your brain mushier. you whine when wanda walks out the room, but the second she walks back in wearing nothing but a harness with a 9-inch strap attached to it, your complaints die down, and your breath hitches. wanda crawls onto the bed above you, her hand slowly pumping the strap as she groans and mutters sokovian praises.

when wanda finally lines the strap up with your pussy, she immediately pushes it in, which makes you cry out loudly, your hands moving to claw at her back and tangle in her hair. she sets a rough and fast pace, her free hand grabbing both your hands down above your head, using her magic to restrain them together before she uses her other hand to grab at your breasts, groping them and pulling your nipples.

as you get closer to your second orgasm of the night, you pussy clenches around wanda's strap, making it harder to move in you, but wanda still manages to keep the rough pace, hitting the spongey spot in you that makes you see stars over and over again.

"yeah? you're close, bunny? you wanna cum all over mommy's cock? cum for me, bunny. now."

right as wanda says 'now', her thumb starts rubbing at your clit, the dual sensations tipping you over the edge again as you gush around her cock.

wanda finally pulls out and the sudden emptiness makes you whimper. she releases your hands before conjuring a damp towel and gently patting at your overstimulated pussy and your thighs.

"you were such a good girl for mommy, bunny. shh, it's okay, you can sleep. i got you, we'll wash up later."

Toji squints her eyes at you, she can’t believe that a woman like you was willing to babysit her little kid every day in the middle of the night for one thousand yen an hour. She reads your resume once again, you’re in your last year of college and before this, you worked at the lingerie shop down the street, so you’re definitely a girl from the neighborhood. But you were smart, finishing a grade in marine biology at the Tokyo University, with a great level of English and fluent in other two languages. You were a jewel. She couldn’t understand why you had to resort to this job. 

“Alright, well, you got any questions?” Toji asks, tilting her head and handing you your papers. Now she expects a question or two about what she does at night, but once again, you surprise her. 

“Is there a chance to meet Megumi before I start, Miss Fushiguro?” you say, your voice so sweet and polite, with your hands folded in your lap.

“Oh, absolutely, I’ll pick him up from school and I’ll send you a message to come meet him. If everything works out, you can start tonight.” Toji slaps her thighs and gets up with a sigh, offering her hand for you to shake. 

“That’s wonderful, ma’am, thank you so much.” You smile, shaking her hand and trying not to pay too much attention to how her arm flexes to reveal a big muscle. She’s jacked. It’s unusual to see a woman so strong like her, you can even see her abs through her tight tank top. 

Right now, you’re on trial for Toji, she knows she can’t trust you completely and she reminds herself to ask Shiu to do a deep dive on you but right now, she’s just glad that she doesn’t have to worry about bringing Megumi with her or leaving him alone at the apartment. 

You walked back to your apartment, the place was exactly as you left it: a tiny studio with peeling wallpaper, a simple futon folded in a corner and a desk buried in notes and empty energy drinks. You dropped your bag by the door and sat down in it after taking off your shoes. The presentation for tomorrow morning stared at you from the laptop screen, marine ecology, something about declining fish stocks in the Seto Inland Sea. You had practiced the slides a dozen times already, but the words still felt like just words, not an actual explanation. 

You tried to distract yourself with it, because in moments like that your mind wonders about how you’re in your last year of college and still living like this. No real friends to text about the fact that you might actually have a job again and no family to update on your life. Sometimes you regret isolating yourself, but people your age always spoke a language you never quite learned, so they eventually got bored of you.

You forced yourself to finish the last three slides, adjusting the graphs and rewriting the conclusion so it sounded less desperate. By the time you hit save, the sun had already started to dip behind the buildings. Your phone buzzed against the desk.

Toji F.: Got Megumi. Come over when you can.

Your stomach twisted a little, but you grabbed your jacket and left without changing. The walk back to her place felt shorter this time. When you knocked, Toji opened the door with Megumi standing half-hidden behind her leg. He was small for his age, dark hair messy from the school day, blue eyes sharp and already judging you. Toji rested a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“This is the lady I told you about,” she said, voice firm. “Be nice.”

Megumi didn’t move. He just looked at you the way kids look at strangers who might steal something. You crouched a little so you were closer to his height and offered a soft smile.

“Hi, Megumi. I’m going to be staying with you at night sometimes. Is that okay?”

He shrugged, eyes still locked on yours. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

Toji exhaled through her nose. “Didn’t ask if you needed one. Just be polite.”

You stayed crouched, hands resting on your knees. “That’s fair. I wouldn’t want one either if I was you. But maybe we can just… hang out? I brought a book about sharks if you want to look at it later.”

Megumi’s expression didn’t change much, but his eyes flicked toward your bag for half a second. Toji watched the whole exchange with her arms crossed, still not fully convinced. She gave you a short nod toward the couch.

“Alright. You two talk. I’ll be in the kitchen.”

She walked away, leaving you alone with a skeptical little boy who clearly didn’t trust a single word coming out of your mouth. You sat down carefully on the edge of the couch, keeping a respectful distance and waited to see if he would say anything else. Megumi stayed standing a few steps away, arms crossed tight over his chest, he squinted up at you, voice flat and a bit rude.

“Aren’t you too old to be a babysitter?”

Toji’s voice cut through the apartment like a knife. “Megumi! Be nice to the lady or I’ll throw away your toys.”

He flinched but didn’t look away from you. Before you could even open your mouth, Toji shouted again from the kitchen doorway.

“Do you want a cup of tea, sweetheart?” 

You turned toward her first, nodding quickly. “Yes, please. Thank you.”

Only then did you look back at Megumi, your voice stayed soft. “I’m twenty-five, that’s not that old. But yeah, I get why it looks weird.”

He didn’t answer right away. You shifted a little on the couch, trying not to seem too eager. “Do you like the sea? Or animals in general?”

Megumi’s arms loosened just a fraction. “I like animals.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Well, I know a lot about sea animals. What’s your fav?”

He hesitated, glancing once toward the kitchen where Toji was still moving around with the kettle. “Sharks. The big ones.”

You nodded, genuine this time. “Great white? Or something cooler like a hammerhead?”

“Both,” he muttered.

You started telling him a little fact about how hammerheads can see almost all the way around their heads, for a second his eyes actually lit up. He sat down on the far end of the couch, still not close, but closer than before. The two of you talked in quiet voices about different sharks and how some of them could go forever without stopping.

“That’s so cool, miss. How do you know so much about sharks?” Megumi asked, twisting his fingers in his lap now, more relaxed. 

“I’ve been studying them for some time,” you explained with a tiny smile. 

“Really? And why do you work as a babysitter when you could be working with sharks?” 

Toji could see how your smile faded a little, looking for the right answer. She quickly entered the conversation, with two cups of tea in her hands. “That’s enough, kid, you’re asking her too many questions.”

“I only asked one!” he exclaimed, pouting at his mom. 

“More than enough, now go play in your room while I talk to Miss Y/N.” She whooshed Megumi away and she sat down on the couch near you, her knee bent over the couch. She waited for her kid to go to his room and close the door with another pout. 

“He’s a lovely kid, ma’am,” you told her right away, taking a sip of the tea. 

“You won him easily after talking about animals,” she smiled, thinking about how much money he makes her spend on visiting the zoo. “Alright, you’re pretty much hired. Starting tonight if you’re free.”

You blinked, a little surprised it was that easy. “I am. Thank you.”

She jerked her chin toward the hallway. “Come on. I’ll show you where everything is.”

You followed her through the small apartment. The bathroom was at the end of the hall, towels already folded on a shelf. Megumi’s room had a low bed and a shelf full of animal books. Her own room she only pointed at from the doorway, not inviting you in. Back in the kitchen she opened the fridge and a couple of cabinets.

“If you get hungry, eat whatever you find, I don’t care. Just don’t leave a mess.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Toji closed the fridge door and looked at you straight on. “Some nights I might get home later than four. If that happens, you stay until I walk through that door. Don’t leave him alone, got it?”

“I understand. I won’t leave until you’re back.”

She held out her hand again, you shook it, and this time you could notice how rough her palm felt, how steady her grip was. Up close she seemed even taller, something about the way she moved left you a little in awe. You had never met anyone like her.

Megumi watched the whole thing from the couch, still skeptical, but he didn’t say anything rude this time. Toji ruffled his hair once, then looked back at you.

“Be here by ten-thirty tonight. I’ll text if anything changes.”

You thanked her again and stepped out into the hallway with the feeling that your life had just tilted a little sideways.

The first two weeks of the work were fine, Megumi was already asleep when you got there, so it’s a pretty chill job. You take a nap before coming and spend the nights with an energy drink, working on your projects and homeworks. You are already thinking about what you are going to do for your final degree project, worried about it not being good enough for your teacher’s high expectations. Fushiguro’s house has a nice table in the living room where you can sit and work, she even gave you the wifi password. Toji has been arriving at the agreed time every day, she always comes back sweaty and in a bad mood. She barely talks to you except when she pulls out a wad of bills to give you your pay for that day. You know better than you question about it, sometimes she gives you extra money when whatever she does goes well. 

But you can’t help yourself to be slightly worried about her, a woman like her, who knows what she’s doing to keep her and her little kid afloat. You know there’s no way someone like you can help her in any way, but something inside of you wants to pull her into your arms and comfort her. Something about her screams a need of comfort, a need for someone to run her hands through her hair and whisper silly things that make her giggle. You know it’s so unprofessional, she’s technically your boss, and she’s older and more mature than that, but gosh, you would give anything to be the one to hold her in your arms. 

Tonight, you decided to just rest on the couch with a movie on in low volume and a cup of instant ramen that you brought yourself (you still feel bad about getting something from their fridge) when you hear the door of Megumi’s room open, it’s almost half past three a.m, so you instantly know something’s wrong. You give the kid time to go right to you, hair flat and messy from the bed, hugging tight a dog plushie. 

“What happened, Megumi?” you ask softly, pausing the movie and leaning your elbows in your thighs. The kid doesn’t answer, so you try again. “Do you want to sit and talk with me?”

He shakes his head fast. “I don’t wanna talk.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Do you want to sit and watch a movie with me?” you offer, giving him a kind smile and showing him your palm for him to take. 

“Sure. Can you play something cool like How To Train Your Dragon?” He jumps on the couch, hugging his plushie tightly.

“Of course, Megs, I love that movie.” You quickly put it on the TV, watching Megumi closely, you know he just had a nightmare and you understand that he doesn’t want to tell you about it, so you just let him calm in this way. 

As the movie rolls, Megumi starts to relax on the couch, he stops gripping his toy so tightly and rests his back on the couch, what surprises you the most is when he drops his head on your arm, he’s not big enough to rest it on your shoulder so he just stays like that. You’re very careful not to move, noticing how Megumi’s breath starts evening out. His little head is warm against your arm, the dog plushie still tucked under his chin. The movie keeps playing quietly, dragons soaring across the screen, but you barely watch it. You just sit there, heart soft and a little full, hoping he stays asleep.

The front door clicks open.

Toji steps inside, boots heavy on the floor and looking exhausted. You twist your head just enough to catch her eye and quickly lift one finger to your lips, eyes wide in a silent plea for quiet.

She freezes mid-step, then nods once, shutting the door carefully behind her.

You shift as gently as you can, sliding one arm under Megumi’s knees and the other around his back. He makes a tiny sound but doesn’t wake, you stand slowly and carry him down the short hallway to his room. You lay him down, pull the blanket up to his shoulders and tuck the plushie against his chest the way he likes it. He curls into it without opening his eyes.

When you step back out, Toji is waiting by the couch, arms crossed, watching you.

You speak in a low voice. “He had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep. I just let him sit with me until he calmed down.”

Toji’s face softens, looking totally different from her usual hard expressions. “Thanks,” she says, quietly. “He doesn’t do that with most people.”

You give a small shrug, suddenly aware of how close she’s standing and how the apartment feels different with her in it. “It’s okay. He’s a good kid.”

She nods once more, then reaches into her pocket and pulls out the usual wad of bills, adding an extra note without comment. You take it, fingers brushing hers for a moment that feels longer than it should.

“Go home and get some sleep,” she tells you. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You gather your things, still a little warm from carrying Megumi and from the way Toji had looked at you just then.

You ignore completely the blood sitting under her nail beds.

A week later the nights had settled into a rhythm, but tonight the clock on the living room wall already read five in the morning and Toji still wasn’t home. You blinked hard against the heavy pull of sleep, sitting up straighter on the couch for the third time. Megumi had stayed asleep the whole night, which only made the silence louder.

The front door finally opened.

Toji stepped inside looking terrible, fresh cuts marked her arms and one cheek, blood soaking through the side of her shirt and staining the fabric dark. She moved carefully, jaw tight, eyes tired and empty.

Your heart jumped straight into your throat, you were on your feet before you even thought about it.

“Toji, what happened? You’re bleeding…”

She waved a hand at you, voice rough. “I’m fine. Go home already.”

You shook your head, stepping closer to her instead of toward the door. “You’re not fine, let me help. I can clean the wounds at least.”

“I said leave.” She tried to brush past you, but you stayed planted in her path, stubborn even though your hands were already trembling a little.

“I’m not leaving until you let me look at them. Please. I know how to treat wounds”

For a second she stared at you, too exhausted to fight against you, then she exhaled hard through her nose and jerked her head towards the hallway. 

“Fine. Come on.”

You followed her into her room for the first time, the space was simple and a little messy, but what caught your attention were the boxing gloves hanging on the wall and the pair of heavier ones resting on a chair. You understood everything quicker than you expected, keeping your reaction and questions to yourself. This was what she did every night, how she brought money to her household.

Toji sat down on the edge of the bed with a quiet groan, then reached under the mattress and pulled out a small med kit, dropping it beside you without looking up.

“Be quick. You need to rest,” she muttered. How was she worried about you when she was this visibly hurt? 

You knelt in front of her, opening the kit with careful hands, heart still racing from the sight of all that blood and from the way she had finally let you stay beside her. 

“I’m going to take off your shirt, is-is that okay?” You tried so hard to not stutter, but the view of Toji’s body made you tingle. She simply nodded, and when she tried to take off her shirt herself, she winced, so you quickly took the fabric in your hands, softly raising it over her shoulders. “There ya go. The cuts aren’t too deep, just a big one over your ribs.”

Oh, her body, her beautiful and strong body that made you blink hard when you were face to face with her torso. She didn’t have any wounds on her back, so she laid on the bed and you sat by her body, starting to dab disinfectant on them, hearing her hiss at it. 

“Sorry. I’ll be quick,” you tell her, now taking care of one just below her breast. She was still wearing a simple sports bra, sweat making the sides darken, her boobs were pressed to it, like they were fighting to spill out and breathe. 

You kept your hands gentle as you dabbed the disinfectant along the cut under her breast, careful not to press too hard. Every small movement of your fingers against her skin made your pulse jump, you could feel how still she was beneath you, watching you work.

“How do you know how to treat wounds like this?” Toji asked after a moment.

You glanced up at her face for a second before focusing back on the gauze. “Oh, I just wanted to learn. I watched a lot of videos and practiced on myself whenever I got scrapes. Figured it might be useful someday.”

She huffed a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. She started slowly relaxing as you kept talking, explaining little things about cleaning deeper cuts and why you started from the center outward. Your voice stayed soft the whole time, like you were afraid of breaking what was forming between you. 

“I’ll clean the one on your face too, if you let me,” you asked, before you did anything. 

Toji nodded, a little breathless from the sting of the alcohol and your body hovering over hers. “Yeah, go ahead.”

You cupped her left cheek, turning her head until the angry cut was facing you, you cleaned it with water first before starting with the disinfectant. Without even realizing, you started rubbing your thumb against her skin. Toji’s eyes stayed on your face while you worked, after a while she spoke again, quieter this time.

“No one’s ever treated me this soft before.”

You paused with the clean cotton on your hand, looking down at her properly. Her expression was open in a way you had never seen, tired and even vulnerable

“You deserve to be treated soft,” you told her, meaning every word. “Even if you don’t think so.”

That fell hard on her chest, she never thought that her babysitter would say something so beautiful. This past month, she has seen you getting along with her socially awkward boy, you took care of him every night and now you were even taking care of her. She felt weirdly safe around you, too intimate for the little interactions you had.

When the last wound was covered you sat back a little, eyes heavy and neck sore. “This should work for a while.”

“Thank you for this, sweetheart, you really didn’t have to.” She tried to get up, wincing a little from the pain. 

“Be careful.” Without thinking, you placed a hand over her shoulder and lower back, helping her get up. “I don’t think you should move that much, ma’am.”

She laughed at how you kept being polite regardless of the situation. “I need to take a shower now or tomorrow I’ll stink.”

“Oh. Okay, that’s fine. I’ll stay just in case your wounds reopen.”

“That’s not nec–”

“Yes, it is, ma’am. Please go shower.” You nodded towards the bathroom door and she did what you told her without complaining. 

The sound of running water filled the apartment. You meant to just rest your eyes for a second while you waited. The mattress was warmer than your own and smelled faintly like her. Your body gave in before you could stop it, by the time the shower stopped, you were already curled on your side, completely asleep on top of the covers.

Toji stepped back into the room with her pajama on, she stopped when she saw you. For a long second she just stood there, watching the slow rise and fall of your breathing. She thought about taking the couch, but the cuts along her ribs still burned every time she moved so she carefully lowered herself onto the bed beside you with a little grunt.

She meant to keep space between you. She really did.

But after twenty minutes, your body shifted on its own. Your arms slid around hers, careful even in sleep, and you tucked your face into the curve of her neck.

Toji froze. She should have moved you. She should have woken you up and sent you home. Instead she stayed perfectly still, staring at the ceiling while your arm stayed wrapped around her. The weight of you against her side felt better than anything she had felt in a long time. Too damn good. She closed her eyes and let herself breathe in and ended up falling completely asleep in less than thirty minutes, the fastest she has ever fallen asleep in her whole life. 

Morning light slipped through the thin curtains when Toji’s hand gently shook your shoulder.

“Hey. Wake up.”

Your eyes fluttered open and for a second you didn’t understand where you were. Then the feeling of her body so close, the smell of her skin still on your face, hit you all at once. You sat up so fast the bed dipped, face burning hot.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I fell asleep and then I–”

Toji caught your wrist before you could scramble off the mattress completely. Her grip was careful, mindful of her own bandages.

“Wait, don’t fall off the bed. I’m the one who should be apologizing.” Her voice was steady, but somehow she sounded awkward. “I laid down next to you when I should’ve made you go home. That was unprofessional as hell. If you want to stop working here after this, I get it. Completely.”

You shook your head so hard your hair fell into your eyes.

“No. No, please don’t say that.” The words tumbled out fast, embarrassed and honest at the same time. “I’m not quitting. I’m really fond of Megumi. And of you too.”

The last part came out faster than you meant it to, not really thinking about it. You kept your eyes on the sheets between you, heart still racing, waiting for her reaction.

Toji cleared her throat and looked away for a second, trying to keep her face neutral even though warmth was already curling in her chest at your words.

“Alright,” she said, voice steady like it was no big deal. “You wanna stay for breakfast then? Megumi’s gonna love seeing you here when he wakes up.”

You nodded right away. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

The two of you moved into the kitchen together. Toji started the rice while you washed some vegetables and cracked eggs into a bowl, the domestic sounds filling the small space. Every time your arms brushed or she reached past you for a pan, the same soft tension from the night before flickered between you again. She didn’t say much, but the way she kept glancing at you made it clear she wasn’t as cool about all this as she was pretending to be.

A few minutes later footsteps padded down the hallway. Megumi appeared in the doorway, hair sticking up in every direction, eyes still half-closed and one of his plushies dangling from his hand. He didn’t even blink at the sight of you standing next to his mom at the stove. He just shuffled over to the table and climbed into his usual chair.

“Morning, mom. Morning, miss,” he mumbled, rubbing one eye. “What’s for breakfast?”

Toji glanced at you over her shoulder, the corner of her mouth twitching like she was fighting a smile, then turned back to the pan.

“Eggs and rice. Sit tight, kid.”

“Mm, that’s fine,” he answered, taking his big glass of orange juice and slowly sipping on it. 

“You’re not gonna ask why Miss Y/N is here?” Toji pointed out at you with her spatula as you bit back a laugh. 

Megumi shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t really care. It’s nice having her here, tho.”

Now you fully laugh while Toji scoffs at her son while she rolls her eyes. 

Breakfast stretched longer than it needed to, Megumi kept yawning between bites of egg, his little legs swinging under the table while Toji quietly pushed more rice onto his plate every time it got low. You sat across from them, chopsticks in hand, trying to act normal even though every time Toji’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, your chest tightened. She looked different in the soft morning light, gentle around the edges.

When the last of the food was gone, Megumi slid off his chair and went to find his school bag. Toji stood and started gathering the dishes, moving carefully around the bandages you had put on her the night before. You rose to help, rinsing plates beside her at the sink. Your shoulders brushed once. Neither of you said anything about it.

“I’ll drop Megumi at school,” she said after a moment, voice casual because it was already decided. “Then I’ll take you home.”

You shook your head, drying your hands on a towel. “It’s only a ten-minute walk from here. I can go by myself, really. You’ve already done enough.”

Toji turned to face you fully, one hip against the counter, arms loosely crossed. “It’s the least I can do after last night. Just get in the car.”

There was no real room to argue when she used that tone. You nodded, cheeks warming again and followed her out once Megumi was ready.

The drive to the school was short and filled with Megumi’s sleepy chatter about some cartoons he watched with you one night. Toji answered everything he said. When she parked and he climbed out, he paused by the open door long enough to look at both of you.

“Bye, mom. Bye, miss.”

Then he was gone, bag bouncing against his back as he ran toward the school gate.

The second the door shut, the car fell quiet and Toji pulled back into traffic without a word. You stared out the window, watching the streets pass, hyper-aware of how close her hand rested near the gear shift. The silence wasn’t empty. It felt charged, you could still smell the faint trace of her soap from when you had buried your face against her neck only hours earlier. Your fingers curled against your thigh to keep from fidgeting.

She stopped right in front of your building and cut the engine. For a long moment neither of you moved. 

“Thanks again,” she said finally, voice lower than before. “For… all of it.”

You turned toward her, heart already beating faster. “It’s alright. I meant what I said earlier. I don’t mind.”

She shifted in her seat, one hand still on the wheel, the other resting on her thigh. Her eyes searched your face like she was looking for something she wasn’t sure she should find.

“You didn’t have to be that careful with me,” she added after a beat. “Most people aren’t.”

“I wanted to be,” you answered softly. “You looked like you needed it.”

Toji’s gaze dropped to your mouth for half a second before she caught herself and looked away, jaw tight. You felt the same pull she did, the space between the seats suddenly felt too wide and too small at the same time. You leaned a little closer without meaning to, she did the same, the leather of the seat creaking quietly under the shift of her weight.

Your eyes met again and this time neither of you looked away. Her breath was warm when it brushed your cheek. You could see the faint scar near her lip, the way her lashes lowered just slightly. Your heart was pounding so hard it almost hurt, the distance closed until you could feel the heat of her skin, until your noses nearly touched, until the world outside the car stopped existing—

A sharp car horn blared right beside the driver’s side window.

You both jerked back at once, faces flushed, the almost-kiss shattered in the air between you.

“I’ll-I’ll go!” You jumped without meaning to. “Same time tonight, right, miss Fushiguro?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Take care of yourself.”

“You too!”

You are so embarrassed, so fucking embarrassed. Why did you try to kiss the mother of the boy you babysit? It’s so unprofessional! So rude! You practically fled up the stairs to your apartment, keys shaking in your hand as you unlocked the door. The second it closed behind you, you dropped your bag and pressed both palms to your burning cheeks. 

How could you do that? Almost kissing her, the woman whose neck you had nuzzled in your sleep like some clingy idiot. Oh but she had leaned in too, that was the worst part!

You paced the tiny length of your studio, replaying everything. The way her breath had felt against your cheek. The scar near her lip. How soft her voice had gotten when she called you sweetheart right before you ran away. 

She was definitely just being nice. Or maybe she was as embarrassed as you. 

You collapsed onto your mattress and stared at the ceiling, phone clutched against your chest. Maybe you should text her. Something casual, ask how her wounds were doing. That was polite, right? Responsible, even.

You opened a new message and typed.

Hey, just checking if the bandages are holding up okay

Delete.

Hope the cuts aren’t hurting too much today

Delete.

About this morning…

Delete delete delete.

Everything sounded stupid, like you were fishing for attention. You felt fifteen again, lying on your bed with a racing heart and zero chill, crushing so hard it made you want to scream into a pillow. This was ridiculous. Adults did not get this flustered over a woman who could probably bench-press a car.

Your phone suddenly vibrated in your hand, the screen lighting up with her name.

Toji.

You almost dropped it.

For a second you just stared, pulse hammering in your ears. Then you answered, voice a little higher than usual.

“H-hello?”

There was a short pause on the other end, then her low voice, quieter than normal.

“Hey. It’s me. Listen… I’m dropping Megumi off with a friend of mine tonight. So I was thinking… if you’re free, maybe we could go to get some drinks. My treat, of course.”

Your mouth went dry.

“A date?” You said before realizing how stupid it was. Of course it was a date!

You can hear her laugh, she definitely has a cocky smile on her face now. “Yes, a date. Nine works for you?”

“Nine is great!”

“Alright, sweetheart, I’ll pick you up.”

Toji hung up with a tiny smile on her face, you were so sweet, so cute. She can imagine you with the brightest smile on your face, already wondering what you should wear and all that stuff. 

After that, she gets ready herself, putting on her best pants, a tank top and a leather jacket. She even applied some mascara on her eyelashes and a soft cherry lip balm just for you.

“Why is Miss Y/N not staying with me today? I like her more than Shiu,” Megumi mutters in the car, crossing his arms in his chest.

“She’s busy tonight, kid.” Her eyes are focused on the road and she doesn’t answer Megumi, because she’s getting too excited about seeing you outside of her house and she’s not going to tell Megumi anything about this. 

Toji pulled up in front of Shiu’s building, Megumi climbed out of the back seat with his backpack and the same stuffed dog he always carried when he stayed somewhere new. Shiu was already waiting by the door, cigarette hanging from his lips and surprisingly, out of his suit.

“Go watch TV,” Shiu told the kid, nodding toward the living room. “There’s snacks on the table.”

Megumi gave Toji a quick look, then disappeared inside without argument. The second the door shut behind him, Shiu leaned against the frame and exhaled smoke.

“I did that deep dive you asked for,” he said, keeping his voice low. “On the girl.”

Toji crossed her arms, waiting. “And?”

“Apparently, no one has been hiring her for regular jobs because both her parents are in jail for child neglect. She never told anyone herself, but one of her cousins finally reported it to the police about five years ago.”

Toji didn’t move. That made no sense. You were so soft and calm, naive in the best way, you were always sweet to Megumi, careful to not mess anything up. You always had a smile on your face even if it was five a.m. Something clicked on Toji’s mind after a second of silence, was that why you knew how to take care of wounds? 

Shiu watched her face. “You good?”

“Yeah. I’ll come pick Megumi up tomorrow, thanks man.” She patted his shoulder once and walked back to her car without waiting for his answer.

Toji forces herself to put all her worries, doubts and questions to the side, now focusing on enjoying her little date with you.

You’re waiting by your door when she pulls up, you’re radiant. Fresh curls framing your face, a nice green skirt and top moulding to the curves of your body and some sparkly eyeshadow on. Toji gets out of the car to greet you, giving you a kiss on the cheek while her hand rests on your lower back. 

“You’re gorgeous today,” she whispers as she pulls back from your cheek.

She opens the passenger seat door for you, letting you step inside with your kitten heels. 

“Thank you. You look good too.” You are trying so hard not to be weird or, at least, extremely awkward. You watch how Toji circles the car before starting to drive. “Where are we going tonight?”

She turned her head while starting the car, giving you a side smirk, and you knew exactly what she’s going to answer. “Surprise.”

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes, but you would let her take you everywhere. You and her ended up at a nice bar with low lights and jazzy music after a fifteen minute ride, she ordered a drink for you, betting that she knows exactly what type of drinks you enjoy.

She watched expectantly as you sipped on your orange-y drink and your eyes lit up. “It’s delicious, oh my god, what’s in this? Mango?” 

“Mhm. And vodka too.”

“Well, duh. How did you know I love mango?” you said, still impressed by her and by how tasty that drink was. 

“You just have that vibe,” she told you. 

You were sitting on the bar, close but apparently not close enough for her because she’s hooking the leg of your tall chair with her feet and pulling as closer to her as possible, her arm resting around the back of it, now shamelessly playing with the strap of your top. 

“That doesn’t feel like a compliment, ma’am,” you laughed and she scoffed right away. 

“Please just call me Toji, every time you call me ma’am or miss Fushiguro, you make me feel old as fuck,” she scolded you, taking a sip of her own beverage. 

You nodded eagerly. “I’m sorry… Toji,” you tested her name on your lips. 

“That’s better,” she praised, now tickling the back of your arm. “I ain’t that old.”

You laughed under your breath, softer than usual because her fingers against your skin distracted you. The ambience wasn’t helping, a warm and almost empty place with sexy music melting in the background, it made you feel the moment belonged only to the two of you

“How old are you then?” you asked, turning toward her a little more. Your knee brushed hers under the counter and neither of you moved away.

Toji smirked around the rim of her glass. “Thirty-five. Ancient, according to you college kids.”

“I’m twenty-five,” you reminded her, smiling. “It’s not that much.”

“Ten years.” Her thumb brushed the soft spot just above your elbow. “Does it bother you?”

You shook your head right away. “No. I like it.” The honesty surprised even you, but the drink was already loosening the usual filter in your head. “You’re steady. I like steady.”

Her eyes lingered on your face for a second longer than necessary. “Steady, huh? That’s a first.”

You took another sip of the mango vodka, the sweetness coating your tongue and making your shoulders feel lighter. “What do people usually call you then?”

Toji’s mouth curved. “Dangerous, difficult, a bitch too.” She leaned in a fraction closer. “Take your pick.”

“I’ll stick with steady,” you said, feeling brave enough to hold her gaze. “It fits better.”

She laughed under her breath. “You’re something else, you know that?”

The conversation drifted easily after that. You told her about the thesis that kept you up most nights, the way your professor expected perfection and how you were terrified it still wouldn’t be enough. She listened without interrupting, occasionally asking questions that showed she was actually paying attention. In return she talked a little about Megumi, about how he used to refuse to speak to anyone new for weeks and how surprised she had been when he acted relaxed so quickly around you.

“He trusts you,” she said. “That’s rare.”

You felt your cheeks warm. “I like him a lot. He’s a good kid.”

“He is.” Her eyes softened for a second. “You’re good with him. Better than most.”

By the second drink your cheeks felt properly warm and your words came easier. Toji’s hand had settled fully on your shoulders, pressing her fingers into your skin every time she leaned closer to speak.

“You’re staring,” she teased after a while, one eyebrow raised.

“I am not,” you lied, even though you absolutely had been looking at the way her arms flexed on her sleeveless top. The alcohol made the words slip out before you could stop them. “You’re just… really nice to look at.”

Toji’s smirk widened. “That so?”

“Mmhm.” You took another sip for courage. “Especially when you smile. You should do it more.”

She shook her head, but the smile stayed. “You’re getting bold.”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted, laughing at yourself. “Blame the mango.”

When a slower song started, something soft and swaying, you found yourself even braver. You turned fully toward her, fingers playing with the edge of your glass.

“Dance with me?”

Toji’s eyebrows lifted for half a second, then she set her drink down without hesitation.

“Yeah. Come on.”

She stood and offered her hand, you took it, letting her lead you a few steps away from the bar to the small open space near the speakers. She pulled you in close right away, one hand settling firmly on your waist, the other keeping your fingers laced with hers. Your free hand rested against her shoulder, feeling the solid strength under her top. You looked up at her while the two of you moved. “You’re so strong,” you whispered, in wonder. Your fingers pressed lightly against the muscle of her shoulder. “So, so strong.”

Toji’s hand on your waist tightened just a little. She leaned down until her mouth was right beside your ear, quiet enough that only you could hear it.

“You like that?”

“Yeah,” you answered honestly, a little breathless. “I really do.”

She hummed in her throat, the sound vibrating against your cheek. Her thumb started stroking slow circles against your side. “You look so pretty right now. You always do, but now more than ever.”

You blinked slowly, looking at her through your eyelashes. “Why now?”

“Because you fit so well against me, don’t you see it?” She takes the opportunity to take your hand and spin you around, making you giggle. 

She wraps her arms around you once again and you let your head rest a little closer to her shoulder, breathing in the faint scent of her perfume.

“Toji.”

“Mm?”

“Can I ruin the vibe for a moment?” you asked her, without lifting your head from her chest although you could feel her move. 

“Tell me, sweetheart.”

You stayed quiet for a second, fingers absently tracing the fabric of her shirt near her collarbone.

“I’m a little worried about your job. The… the wounds and the way you come home sometimes. I know it’s not my place, but I still think about it.”

Toji’s hand on your waist squeezed gently, like a reassurance. She leaned down so her nose was right against yours.

“Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours about it. I’ve been doing this a long time, I know what I’m doing.”

You exhaled slowly, the tension in your shoulders easing even if the worry didn’t fully disappear. “Okay… I’ll try not to.”

“Good girl,” she whispered, the praise made your stomach flutter all over again. “You just keep looking after Megumi and looking this pretty. Leave the rest to me.”

You nodded against her shoulder, letting the subject drop the way she wanted. The song changed to something even slower, for a few more moments you simply stayed pressed close, enjoying the solid feel of her body against yours. Then the alcohol and the warmth of her attention made you braver once more.

You lifted your head just enough to meet her eyes.

“Can you take me to your house?”

Toji’s eyebrows rose a little. “Do you wanna leave already?”

“Yeah,” you answered. “But the night isn’t over.”

Her eyes darkened just a fraction, the hand on your waist tightening in a possessive way, she didn’t tease you, she nodded once and laced her fingers with yours.

“Alright then. Let’s go.”

You were still giggling when Toji unlocked the door to her apartment, a little breathless from the drinks and the way she had kept her hand on your lower back the entire walk up the stairs. The second the door clicked shut behind you she turned, scooped you up like you weighed nothing and set you carefully on the kitchen counter. Your kitten heels dangled above the floor as her hands stayed on your waist.

“Someone’s got a low alcohol tolerance,” she whispered, eyes amused as she looked up at you. “Two drinks and you’re already this giggly.”

You tried to protest, but another quiet laugh slipped out instead. Toji only shook her head, reached for a glass and filled it with water from the sink. She pressed it into your hands and stayed right where she was, standing between your knees.

“Drink,” she ordered gently. “All of it.”

You obeyed, sipping while her thumbs stroked slow circles against your hips through the fabric of your skirt. When you finished the glass she took it from you and set it aside, but she didn’t step back. Her hands stayed on you, keeping you right there on the edge of the counter.

Toji’s expression shifted a little, softening into something more serious. She exhaled through her nose and gave your waist a small squeeze.

“I’m gonna be the mood killer now,” she said, voice lower. “But I really wanna know. Why did someone like you accept a babysitting job like this? You’re smart as fuck. Does nobody want to hire you or what?”

She joked, raising her eyebrows, although deep down she was dying to see if you would lie to her. She didn’t need a full confession, but she wanted to know if you were going to be honest with her. 

“Yeah, more or less.” You shrugged your shoulders, resting your hands on hers. “Uh, this is so embarrassing. My parents are in jail, they used to be very shitty to me. But it’s fine, I swear, I barely remember anything from my childhood, so I can just ignore it.”

Toji’s heart sank to her knees, her hands cradling your face now. “Oh, my sweet girl.”

She pulled you forward hard, wrapping both arms around you so tightly it forced the air from your lungs. You clung back just as desperately, face buried against her neck, the solid heat of her body making every old wound inside you ache and soothe at the same time.

“You don’t deserve any of that shit,” she growled against your hair. “Not a single fucking bit of it. You hear me?”

You nodded against her, a small broken sound slipping out of your throat. Toji made a wounded noise of her own and started kissing your face like she was trying to rewrite every memory. 

Hard, open-mouthed kisses on your forehead, your temples, the wet tracks of tears you hadn’t even realized were falling. She kissed your cheeks, the corner of your mouth, the soft spot under your jaw, breathing heavily between each one. When she finally brushed a sweet, closed-mouth peck against your lips, it was so gentle it made your eyes sting.

She didn’t pull far away afterward, your thighs were still parted around her hips from where she had set you on the counter and you could feel how tense her body had become, how tightly her fingers dug into your skin. Your own pulse was racing, your panties getting wetter and wetter with each of her touches.

“I can be your mommy,” she rasped, the words filthy and tender at the same time. “I’ll make sure nothing ever hurts you again. You want that? You want me to be your mommy?”

Everything in you surged forward, you started at her, completely wrecked and so turned on it hurt

“Please,” you whispered. “Please, Toji.”

It takes her nothing to lift you and take you to her bed. No one has ever been so tender with you, peeling your clothes slowly and kissing every dip of your body. She hooked her fingers in the sides of your underwear and dragged them down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind her without looking.

“So wet for mommy,” she muttered, already dropping to her knees between your thighs. “Open up.”

You spread your legs without thinking, face burning, brain going soft and empty the way she seemed to want. Toji didn’t tease. She dragged her tongue through your folds in one filthy stripe, then sealed her mouth over your clit and sucked hard.

A broken sound tore out of you. “Mommy, fuck!”

“That’s it,” she growled against you, voice vibrating straight into your core. “Let me hear it. You’re allowed to be loud.”

She ate you out with broad strokes of her tongue, then focused flicks right where you needed it most, two fingers already pressing inside while she sucked. You clenched around her, hips twitching, hands fisting the sheets because you didn’t know what else to do with them.

“Mommy, please more, please nghhh”

“Greedy little thing,” she praised, curling her fingers and rubbing that spot that made your vision spark. “So fucking pretty when you beg. Keep going. Tell mommy what you need.”

“Y-Your fingers… deeper please, mommy, I wanna come–”

She went with three fingers now, stretching you open while her tongue worked your clit in wet circles. Every time you moaned her name she answered with another filthy compliment, telling you how tight you were, how good you tasted, how perfect your cunt felt around her fingers.

When you finally came it was messy and loud, thighs shaking around her head, your voice cracking on a desperate “Mommy!” that made her groan like she was the one being touched. She crawled over your body, her fingers still deep inside of you.

“Mommy’s gonna breed you now,” she whispered against your mouth. “Gonna fuck this pretty cunt with my fingers until you take every drop I give you. You want that? You want mommy to fill you up?”

You nodded too fast, brain completely gone, chasing the feeling of her thick fingers still moving inside you.

“Yes please, mommy, breed me mmm make me take it–”

She sat back enough to watch her own fingers disappear into you, thrusting harder, the wet slap of it filthy and perfect. Her free hand pinned your hip down so you couldn’t squirm away.

“That’s my good girl. Taking mommy’s fingers so well. Gonna pump you full, sweetheart. Gonna make this cunt drip for days.

You let yourself go completely dumb under her, you stopped thinking about anything else that wasn’t her fingers bullying your gummy walls, your tongue lolling out of your mouth and your eyes rolling back.

“Mommy, mommy- please! Nghh- breed me, I-I need it–”

“I know you do,” she rasped, fucking you harder, the heel of her palm grinding against your clit with every thrust. “Mommy’s got you. Gonna fill this tight little hole until you’re leaking down your thighs. Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Mommy, thank you, thank you– ahh!”

She kept her promise. She finger-fucked you through a second orgasm, then a third, talking the entire time, telling you how pretty you looked stuffed full of her fingers and how she was going to keep breeding you until you couldn’t think of anything else but her. And you just lay there and took it, soft and dumb and completely ruined for anyone who wasn’t her.

After a whole night of sex, she pulled you into her chest, cradling you and kissing your face with tenderness. She didn’t ask you for anything in return, she kept you in her arms the whole time, waiting for you to come back from your high. 

“Toji…” you whispered. 

“Shhh,” she shushed you, knowing damn well that you will get embarrassed now. “You did amazing, sweetheart. Imma keep you forever.”

That made you smile, you quickly lifted your head, staring at her eyes. “If you’re gonna keep me forever, you have to promise me to be more careful with your job. I don’t want to cure your cuts every other day.”

“Hm. Really?”

“Yes, Toji. Promise me that you’ll be careful.”

She takes a deep breath, nodding slowly and kissing your forehead. “I’ll be more careful with myself, doll. I’ll try, at least.”

You hummed in content, now fully relaxing in her chest, trying not to think about how you’re definitely going to be sore tomorrow, and damn, maybe a few more days after that.

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a/n: this is so poorly developed and definitely a complete mess but guess what i don't care #newmotherfigureunlocked

"Ah-ah, you're not ready, baby." She taps your inner thigh. What does she mean you're not ready? You already cum twice around her fingers, you're dripping down the sheets and you just need her to take you.

"But- ahhh!" She pushes two fingers inside of you again, pumping them in and out fast, stretching you open and hitting your walls. Your hips follow her fingers, needy for some type of release but Kirara insists that she wants you to cum on her cock, still, she doesn't pull it out.

She curls her fingers one last time, dragging them against that perfect spot inside you until your thighs shake and you cry out her name. Then she finally slips them free, leaving you clenching around nothing, so empty and aching. You watch through half-lidded eyes as she stands up a little, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of those soaked pink panties and tugging them down.

Finally, her cock springs out, thick and heavy, the head already shiny with precum. Oh god. It's bigger than you thought. So much bigger. Long and veiny, the shaft flushed a pretty pink at the tip, curving just a little. Your mouth waters instantly, saliva pooling on your tongue as you stare, heart hammering.

"Kirara-chan... it's so big," you whimper. "Fuck, how am I gonna take all that?"

She smirks down at you, one hand stroking herself slowly, spreading that slick precum along her length. The wet sound of it makes your pussy throb even harder. "That's why I wanted to get you nice and wet, baby. Don't worry, I'll go slow."

You nod fast, biting your lip as she slaps her heavy cock against your soaked pussy once, the smack loud and filthy. You yelp at the sting, hips jerking up automatically. She does it again, teasing your clit with the fat head, rubbing it up and down your slippery folds until you're whining and trying to grind against her.

"P-Please... put it in. I need you inside me," you beg, reaching down to spread yourself open for her, fingers trembling.

Kirara leans over you, her soft tits brushing your chest as she lines herself up. You feel the blunt head pressing against your entrance, hot and so thick it already feels impossible. She pushes in slowly, just the tip at first, and you gasp sharply at the stretch. It burns a little but in the best way, your walls fluttering around her as she sinks deeper, inch by inch. You can feel every vein, every ridge dragging along your insides, making you so sensitive you moan loud enough that you're glad no one's home.

"Mmphh- fuck fuck, Kirara!" you pant, nails digging into her shoulders.

Your pussy squeezes tight around her, wet sounds filling the room as she rocks forward a little more. She's only halfway in and you already feel stuffed, your belly bulging just a tiny bit where her cock presses inside. The smell of sex is thick in the air, your juices coating her shaft and dripping down to your ass.

"You're taking me so well," she groans.

She bottoms out with one final push, her hips flush against yours, balls pressed warm against you. You cry out, back arching hard, legs wrapping around her waist instinctively. It feels like she's splitting you open in the most delicious way, hitting spots you didn't even know existed.

"You okay?" she asks, petting your hair. She stays still for a moment, letting you adjust, her breath hot against your neck.

You nod, shaking around her. "Y-Yeah, move please."

Then she starts moving, slow shallow thrusts that make your eyes roll back. Every slide in drags against your walls, every pull out leaves you clenching and leaking more.

"Fuck, you're so tight and wet for me. Hear that? Listen to how sloppy your pretty pussy is." She kisses your neck and plays with your tits while she rocks you with her.

You moan shamelessly, the wet squelching noises getting louder as she picks up speed.

"Yes ahhh yes, I'm so full, Kirara-chan, nghhh-" Your hands slide down to grab her ass, pulling her deeper, loving the way her heavy tits bounce against you with every thrust. The pressure builds fast, that coil in your belly tightening again as she fucks you just right, her cock rubbing your g-spot over and over.

She reaches between you, thumb circling your swollen clit and you lose it with a loud and broken moan. Your orgasm crashes through you hard, pussy spasming around her thick length, gushing around her as you scream her name. She keeps pounding through it, chasing her own pleasure now, her moans mixing with yours in the messy room.

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“You’re such a pretty little baby.” Wanda praised, her fingers sinking deep inside you as your body rocked back and forth against the soft sheets below.

Today had been a very special day for you both. You had finally graduated college, a milestone that had felt so far away when you first walked onto campus, uncertain of what the future would hold. But here you were, already stepping into the next chapter with a corporate job lined up in the city. You couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, of all the hard work that had led you to this moment.

But as much as this day was about you, it was also about Wanda. She had been your constant, your anchor, since freshman year. When you met, neither of you could have known the journey you’d embark on together. From late-night study sessions in her home office to early morning coffee runs, she had been by your side. She'd supported you through every breakdown, every tear-streaked face as you questioned your worth, your place in the world. And somehow, she always knew exactly what to say to pull you back from the edge.

Through every stressful exam, every late-night cram session, she had been there, not just as a girlfriend, but as your best friend. She knew your weaknesses and loved you anyway. She was your strength when you felt weak and your safe space when the world outside felt too big and too overwhelming. You could still remember the way she held you the night before your biggest presentation, whispering sweetest words of encouragement when you doubted yourself.

She always believed in you, even when you didn’t believe in yourself.

“Such a smart girl. Been so good all year, haven’t you? I’m so proud of you.” She cooed, as she curled her fingers, expertly brushing your walls with a soft pressure she knew you loved. “But you don’t have to use your brain now, okay? Let Mommy take care of you.”

“Mhmm.” You managed to reply, your mind immediately emptied from her soothing words.

“Good girl.” She emphasised with one last kiss to your lips, before trailing down your body to your hips. There, she gently nipped your protruding bones before making her way to your thighs, biting and licking her way up to between your legs. She leaned down; a long, slow lick up your slit, her tongue pushed flat against your clit, as she circled your bundle of nerves.

The added stimulation was almost too much. Your head became even more fuzzy as you whined and twisted in each direction. Unsure of whether you wanted to escape her touch or draw her in closer. You reached down and grabbed her blonde curls, deciding you needed her closer, needed to finish, as you rocked your hips in into her mouth.

It took Wanda all but 3 seconds to recognise your slight tug and she released your clit, climbing back up your body, “What is it, baby? You don’t wanna cum?”

You replied, “Yes, Mommy. Just want you close.”

She should’ve known, whenever you were so deep in this headspace, you had always wanted to feel Wanda close. Restraints hadn’t worked out for you both the first time, leaving you vigorously upset being denied the chance to feel her close as you came.

She hadn’t moved quick enough and you started to whine before she cut you off, “Okay, baby. I’m right here.” She pressed herself over you, before deciding she wanted to come aswell. She moved your legs into position, spread far apart for her body to fit between, before pressing herself down against you. She tested the new position with a few rocks of her hips that had you head thrown back, mewling abashedly into her hair.

“Oh, does that feel good, baby?”

Your response was another moan.

She rocked her hips harder, feeling herself build at the feeling of your clit brushing against hers. The sight of your breasts bouncing as she thrusted into you turned her on even more, her arousal building dangerously fast. She knew she couldn’t be too hard—too rough— with you right now. And so, she slowed, and held you in her arms, tucking her head into your neck as she whispered sweet nothings, “You’re gonna make me cum. You feel so good, baby. You wanna cum with Mommy?”

She felt your hip snap up to hers, chasing the feeling as you began to fall over the edge, and she revelled in the way you curled into her form. She pulled back for a second just enough to be able to fit her hand between as she pressed hard circles against your clit, drawing out your orgasm enough until the pleasure became painful. Your body trembled as you sobbed carelessly into her curls. She was on you again, thrusting fast against your pussy. Her arousal now at its peak, and she too fell over the edge. Her own moans released into your curls.

Her movement slowed but didn’t stop and the overstimulation caused you to cry out. She shushed you gently, stroking your cheek gently as she got off of you, and pulled you into her chest. “Good girl. You did so well, my love.”

You fisted at your eyes, the warm tears burning against your skin.

“You know Mommy loves you, right?” She pulled you closer in, her bare breast flush against your cheek as she offered you one to suckle on, while her fingers wiping the remnants of your tears before pressing light kisses to your face.

You hummed in agreement. Your brain still unable to form proper words and also your mouth now busy attached to her nipple. But your eyes fluttered shut, suddenly not feeling so intense and emotional anymore. The calm buzz that usually followed after sex with Wanda finally set in.

You’ve been aching all day.

It starts the moment you open your eyes to an empty bed and cold sheets. Mommy’s note on the counter makes your chest feel tight. Big deadline. Breakfast and lunch are in the fridge. Be good and wait for me.

You try so hard to listen. You eat breakfast slowly, each bite deliberate, and wash the dishes with soapy hands. The rest of the long day you stay curled up on the couch in one of Natasha’s big hoodies, knees hugged to your chest. No panties. Every shift makes the fabric brush against your pussy and sends tingling sparks through you.

Your pussy won’t stop changing. It gets warm. Then wet. Then it throbs with a stubborn ache. By midday it feels puffy between your legs. You keep squeezing your thighs together, rocking just a tiny bit, cheeks burning with shy confusion. 

You don’t understand why it keeps getting worse. You don’t touch, though. You know Mommy wouldn’t like that. Instead you bury your flushed face in her pillow and make small, frustrated sounds, breathing in her scent until the ache only gets deeper and your head gets fuzzier.

You end up sending her three short messages.

mommy my kitty feels funny. it’s wet. please come home.

Her reply comes fast. 

Mommy’s working. I’ll take care of you tonight.

The afternoon drags on endlessly. You try to watch a film, but your mind keeps wandering. You try to nap but keep waking up with your hips twitching and your cunt even wetter. By evening you feel quiet, head fuzzy, your body restless.

The click of the lock makes everything inside you shift. Your ears perk up. 

Natasha steps inside, tall and strong in her crisp shirt and slacks, her presence immediately filling the apartment. The second you see her, your mind slips smaller, falling into a crack that it can’t quite escape now. You pad over quickly and hide against her chest without a word, arms wrapped tight around her waist.

Natasha holds you close, one hand rubbing your shoulders while the other rests heavy on your back. “Missed me that much, huh?” she teases, voice low. “I know you’ve been waiting all day for me. You’ve been a very good girl.”

You nod, unable to speak, only whine in agreement. Natasha smiles.

“Mommy needs ten minutes to freshen up and change. Then I’ll come look at your little kitty. Go wait on the bed. On your back, knees up and open. Can you remember that for me?”

You nod against her, too shy to answer with words, and hurry to obey.

After what feels like an age, Natasha finally returns. She’s wearing her black tank and lounge pants, and your gaze is immediately caught by the thick strap already buckled on, the sight of smooth silicone making your head feel even fuzzier.

She moves to sit on the edge of the bed. From this angle, she looks down at you, your legs spread exactly as she asked. Her gaze lingers between your thighs. Your cunt throbs in response.

“Come here first, baby. Stand up so Mommy can see.”

You stand on shaky legs. Natasha pushes the hoodie up and studies your exposed pussy, thumbs gently spreading your folds. You shift on your feet, embarrassment flooding your face..

“It’s been achy and puffy all day,” you whisper, voice small. “I don’t know why.”

Natasha looks delighted. She hums. “It’s because your little kitty gets needy when Mommy’s gone for too long. It doesn’t know how to behave without me.” She’s speaking slowly, like she’s explaining something difficult to a very little girl. “Poor princess. On the bed now. Lie back and keep those knees up high for Mommy.”

You scramble to lie down quickly. Natasha kneels between your spread legs. Two of her fingers slide through your slickness and push inside. You gasp softly.

“Mommy… fingers big…” you breathe, your words already starting to slip.

“Shh. Mommy’s opening you up properly,” Natasha says firmly. She pumps her fingers with steady strokes, and you almost whine. “This little kitty needs to stretch nice and wide before it can take my cock. You don’t have to think so hard, baby. Just feel what Mommy does to you.”

You nod. Your limbs feel too heavy to do much of anything anyway,

Natasha watches you with an indescribable glint in her eye. Your cunt is already leaking down her palm, but the way you stretch around her is almost hypnotising. She can’t help herself. 

She pushes in a third finger. The stretch burns sweetly, and you gasp, the sound torn from your chest.

“M-Mommy, too soon–” you whimper, but Natasha only shakes her head as she fuck you slowly on her hand. Her fingers slide in and out with ease, your cunt gently squeezing around the intrusion, familiar and yet not enough.

“Let Mommy decide what you need,” she murmurs, and your lip wobbles as you nod. The pleasure feels like a ball of yarn slowly unravelling, and as your cunt squeezes, something else throbs.

“Mommy…” you whimper breathily, your eyes hot with unshed tears. “Special button please.”

Natasha’s smile widens. “You need your special button touched?” she asks, though by her tone, you’re not sure it needs an answer.

Her thumb finds your clit and slowly, steadily, begins to circle. You almost cry aloud, your thighs trembling as her fingers disappear inside of you over and over again. “Does that feel good, baby?” All you can do is nod, and Natasha huffs out a laugh.

She keeps working you open for long, excruciating minutes, fingers curling, thumb rubbing. When you start tightening around her again, so close to cumming you might cry, she finally pulls her fingers out. You make a loud, whiny sound of protest.

Natasha settles against the headboard. “Up here, little one. Come sit on Mommy’s cock. Nice and slow. Mommy wants to watch your kitty take every inch.”

You crawl over shyly, biting your lower lip as you straddle her lap. The blunt head of her strap brushes between your folds, bumping your clit. You hesitate, voice barely there. “It’s so big,” you mumble. “What if it doesn’t fit?”

“It will fit,” Natasha says firmly. Her hands move across your skin, landing steady on your hips. “Just breathe.”

You nod, feeling like your head is a little loose, and then, with help from Natasha’s steady grasp, you slowly lower yourself.

The intrusion aches. “Mommy, my tummy feels funny,” you whimper, the angle almost too deep, gravity begging you downwards. “I can feel it going really deep.” The thick head stretches you open, parting your folds to slip inside you much as you sink down.

Inch by inch you take her until you sit fully in her lap, the strap buried inside you. Your cunt clenches around it rhythmically. Fresh tears slide down your cheeks.

“All the way in,” Natasha murmurs, her touch tightening to steady you. Her voice warms for a moment. “Good girl. Such a good little girl.” Then it firms again, shifting into the guiding hand you need. “Now bounce, princess. Ride Mommy’s cock. Let me feel how much that silly kitty needed to be full.”

You bite your lip again, watching Natasha with wide eyes. When she nods, you let out a soft whine, and then you start moving.

They’re small, shy bounces at first. The thick strap drags deliciously inside you with every rise and fall, rubbing deep and perfect. Little moans spill from your lips, almost lost to the loud, wet sounds filling the room. With every movement of your hips, your breasts bounce under the hoodie. Sweat prickles along your skin and makes the fabric cling.

“Mommy…” you whispered between little gasps. “Please…the special button again.”

Natasha’s thumb finds your clit immediately, rubbing firm circles. “There,” she hums, her voice edged with something teasing. “Dumb little girls like you just need their special button rubbed, don’t they? Can’t even ride my cock without it touched. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

You try to nod, but your head feels like it’s full of helium. Your hips move, bounces growing faster, messier. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your abdomen. Tears flow freely as the overwhelming feeling grows. You lean forward to hide your face against her shoulder, face wet with desperate tears..

“Mommy…” you babble, your hips still moving up and down, the silicone sliding in and out of you with aching ease. “Feels like I’m gonna make a mess… please Mommy… I can’t–”

When your sobs turn louder and your face crumples, Natasha’s grip on you gentles. “Shh, I’ve got you, baby. Mommy knows your little kitty can’t hold it anymore.” When you nod desperately, her hips rise up to meet you mid-bounce, and you gasp. “Cum for me, princess. Make a big mess on Mommy’s cock.”

Your orgasm slams into you. Your cunt flutters around her strap as pleasure tears through your body in waves that make you shudder. You cry out in a high, shaky voice, hips jerking wildly while tears stream down your face. 

Natasha holds you tight through every pulsing wave, hips rocking up gently to draw it out, murmuring low praises against your hair.

“Good girl… Mommy’s good little girl, that’s right.”

Your body finally slows, hips coming to a stop as you try not to squirm, every movement overstimulating. The last few pulses finally peter out, and your chest heaves with heavy pants. Your head is swimming, barely able to string together coherent thought, but it’s alright when you have Mommy underneath you.

Natasha keeps rocking slowly beneath you, the thick strap still buried deep in your cunt. She looks up at you with adoring eyes, but her hands still stroke your sides, still possessive. “Breathe, princess,” she says, her voice a low, lustful groan. “Mommy’s not done playing with this kitty yet.”

And before you can react, she lifts you off her lap with strong arms. 

The strap slips out of your soaked cunt with a wet sound, leaving you whimpering and clenching around nothing. Natasha turns you over and pushes you down onto your stomach in one smooth motion. The mattress dips under your weight. You bury your face in the pillow, ass slightly raised, still hazy and shaky from your orgasm.

“Mommy…?” you breathe, small and uncertain.

“Shh. Stay just like that.” Natasha kneels behind you, spreading your legs wider with her knees.

The thick strap presses against your entrance again, and before you can start squirming, she slides back in with one firm thrust. You moan loudly into the pillow as she fills you completely, stretching your still-sensitive walls.

A pleased sound from behind you, and then she starts fucking you again in slow, deep strokes, hips snapping forward. The new angle makes the strap drag against that perfect spot that makes your brain fuzzy. Your fingers twist in the sheets. 

Then you feel it, something warm and wet dripping between your cheeks. Natasha spits again, right onto your other hole, and rubs it in with her thumb.

Your eyes fly open. You squirm hard, trying to crawl forward. “Mommy– no– that’s my no no hole! You can’t touch there!” Shame and arousal redden your cheeks as you wriggle desperately.

Natasha’s free hand presses firmly between your shoulder blades, pinning you down again while your cunt is fucked with steady thrusts.

“Stop squirming.” Her voice is deep and patient, but you hear the commanding undercurrent running through it. “This hole belongs to me too. It’s only a no no if someone else tries to touch it. Mommy can touch it. Mommy can play with it. Mommy can even fuck it if she wants. Understand?”

You whimper, face burning hot, still wriggling despite her firm hand holding you in place. “But… it feels weird. Mommy, please, it’s embarrassing…”

Natasha spits again, letting the warm saliva run down over your puckered hole. Her thumb circles it slowly, pressing lightly while her hips keep driving the strap deep in your cunt like she’s trying to split you in half. The dual sensation makes your brain short-circuit. You sob softly into the pillow, overwhelmed, your brain having floated away.

“See? You’re getting even wetter for Mommy,” she explains patiently, like she’s teaching you something very grown-up. “Dumb little girls don’t always know what their holes are for. Just relax and let me play with it while I fuck you nice and good, baby.”

Before you can protest, she’s already pushing her thumb inside, just the tip at first. You squeak, clenching hard around both the strap and her thumb. “Mommy,” you practically drool against the pillow, “feels weird…I don’t know if I like it…”

“You like it,” Natasha says firmly, pushing her thumb deeper while she picks up the pace, rolling her hips. The thick silicone slams into your cunt with wet, filthy sounds that make your cheeks feel like they’re on fire. “Feel how your kitty is gripping me even tighter now? Your body knows Mommy’s supposed to touch every hole.”

You squirm and whimper. You’re too dazed to argue, tears soaking the pillow, but your hips start pushing back against her despite yourself. 

The stretch in your ass burns and tingles in a way that makes your head spin. Natasha spits one more time, using the extra wetness to slide a second finger in and out in time with her thrusts.

You almost cry out, but the quickening of your Mommy’s thrusts and the scissoring of her fingers steals any of the words floating around in your brain.

The new fullness is overwhelming. Pleasure builds again, sharper and deeper than before. Your legs quiver uncontrollably, every thrust rubbing your clit against the sheets. Tears freely roll down your face.

“Mommy, please, I’m gonna make another mess. Please, I can’t think…”

“You don’t need to think,” Natasha groans softly, voice rough with barely contained lust. She curls her fingers, hitting a spot that makes sparks thrum behind your eyes. “Cum for me again, princess. Let Mommy feel how tight you get.”

The pressure in your abdomen twists impossibly tight. Your cunt squeezes wildly around the thick strap, your hole clenching desperately around her fingers. You sob and moan into the pillow, body jerking between her and the mattress. 

This orgasm hits even harder than the first one, ripping through you in long, shattering waves. You cry out her name in a broken little voice, tears streaming, whole body trembling. “Mommy, please–”

When the waves finally ease, Natasha slowly pulls her fingers out. She eases the strap out of your well-fucked cunt, leaning back to watch as it throbs desperately one last time.

You whimper at the emptiness, boneless and teary. From this angle, you can see the hint of a smile on her lips. Slowly, as if handling a doll, Natasha turns you over onto your back. Your body instinctively moves closer, desperate for skin-to-skin contact, and Natasha’s only too happy to provide. The hint of a smile spreads into a real one.

Her arms wrap around you, cradling you against her chest. She kisses your damp forehead, your wet cheeks, your trembling lips, and you make a soft sound at the contact.

“You did so well, baby,” she whispers, voice soft and warm now. “Mommy’s so proud of you. You took me so beautifully.”

“I did good?” you mumble, your lips brushing against the soft skin between her breasts. She’s warm, smelling of sweat and skin, and you press your nose closer.

“The best,” Natasha hums, and shifts you closer so you don’t strain your neck for contact. “Hold on a second, baby, don’t fall asleep on me.”

She reaches for the bedside table, retrieving a bottle of water you hadn’t noticed earlier. She holds it to your lips, supporting your head with her other arm. “Open up, princess. Small sips.”

Even with your drooping eyelids you manage to drink obediently, the cool water soothing your raw throat. A few drops spill down your chin, and Natasha wipes them away with her thumb and kisses the spot. When you’re done, she rolls the bottle to the far side of the mattress, and you nuzzle into her neck, still sniffling softly, all your limbs satisfyingly heavy.

“There we go,” she murmurs, rocking you gently. “All done. My sweet little girl got to cum so hard tonight. Now you’re going to let Mommy hold you until you fall asleep, okay?”

Her lips look so soft, and as soon as you open your mouth to whine, Natasha already knows what you want. She tips her head down to kiss your mouth, her lips curved with amusement. “Needed a goodnight kiss?”

You sigh contentedly, your nod starting to slow with exhaustion. The ache from the long day is finally gone, replaced with deep, floating contentment.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Your eyes slide shut, exhaustion overtaking you.

“Thank you, Mommy,” you mumble, though you’re not sure she can hear it with your lips so close to her skin.

Of course Natasha hears. She watches you stir for a moment before your breaths deepen with sleep, your chest rising and falling.

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.