i r i n a

Every last fling you’ve had, you’ve held them like putty in your hands. A seductive whisper, a hand sliding up a thigh, a heavy glance between their lips and their eyes. And they were yours. You used to move around women like a snake, watching them fall right into your clutch without an ounce of effort.

You’d gauge them, find exactly what they wanted, and fall into their bed for the night. You took what you wanted and left before sunrise, never fully giving in, never leaning back, and absolutely never submitting. You were always the one in control.

But the two of them are like sand. The harder you try to grip them, the faster they slip away. It's exhausting, frustrating enough to dry you up completely. But it’s only made you more determined to find yourself between the two of them in their sheets all the more.

It’s embarrassing, really, how they have you acting. To the point that you’ve deliberately hidden the two of them from your friends, too ashamed to admit how easily you’ve leaned into begging for even an ounce of their attention. You want their hands on your skin, their lips trailing down your body like water.

You met up with them at a beachside resort where they were staying for business. When they caught sight of you in the lobby, they greeted you with a soft kiss to the cheek, Wanda's hand settling on your lower waist to guide you toward the resort's restaurant.

Now, wrapped in the dim lighting of the dining room, they chat softly. But your cheeks are flushed, your thoughts entirely elsewhere. You can't focus on a single word of the conversation.

Instead, your eyes are locked on the way Natasha’s fingers hold the edge of the menu. Your ears strain at the low, smooth tone of Wanda's voice, your mind instantly twisting her words, imagining all the scandalous, breathless things you wish she were saying to you instead of, "anything sound good...?"

Dinner was an absolute strain, but you had brought the swimsuit exactly like they told you to. You couldn’t handle the waiting for another second.

You followed them out to the pool area, navigating the paths where palm trees shadowed every corner. The sun was bleeding out across the horizon, leaving only the small lamps along the walkway to guide your steps through the dusk. Walking behind the two of them was the first real sign of how much things had shifted, you were already letting them lead.

You were the last to enter the water, needing a desperate moment just to gather your composure. When you finally stepped down the pool stairs, your throat went entirely dry. Two pairs of dark eyes were trained heavily on your body, tracking your every movement as you sank into the water. The cool temperature meant absolutely nothing against the way your skin was burning.

Wanda extended a hand, her fingers wrapping around yours to draw you closer to the shallow ledge where the two of them sat. They picked right back up on the conversation from dinner, but the words just floated right over your head. You had completely tuned them out.

Your entire universe had shrunk to the way a single drop of water clung to the tips of Natasha’s damp hair, before losing its grip and tracing a slow, agonizing path down the column of her neck.

Before you could even think, you were leaning in. You anchored one hand against the ledge beside her, tilting your head up to chase that path of moisture with your tongue.

You didn't even make contact, Natasha's fingers wrapped around your bicep like steel, halting your forward motion and moving you back with ease.

"Nuh-uh," she murmured, disapproving. "Ask..? What the fuck was that?"

Wanda’s conversation trailed off into a knowing silence beside her.

You don't beg, you never have begged. It always brought a disgusting taste to your mouth, and a shot to your ego. It's soul sucking, against your entire being, and...

"Natasha—please..." You plead, leaning in, testing her strength.

"Mm, what?" Natasha whispered, her thumb rubbing a slow, deliberate circle into the skin of your bicep. "Couldn't hear you.... Try again."

Beside her, Wanda leaned back against the edge of the pool, her arms stretching out along the tile. Watchinf your internal battle play out across your face.

"You're making it very hard to reward you," Wanda added, her voice a low, smooth purr that cut right through your remaining pride. "We told you what we expected before we even got into the water. If you can't follow simple instructions, we can always dry off and send you home."

God, you wanted to scream. Instead, you shake your head, your eyes wide and pleading like a caught doe, completely trapped under their weight.

Seeing your change in demeanor, Wanda guides her hand out to you again, bringing you to sit on her lap. The two of them easily slip right back into their conversation, exchanging business jargon about their work that is entirely a bore to you.

You force yourself to keep perfectly still, resting your head against Wanda's shoulder. Doing whatever it takes to wind up in their bed... until you feel her fingers beginning to tickle along your thigh. Her skin is incredibly warm in contrast to the pool water. She slides her hand up, moving closer and closer to the edge of the bathing suit bottoms you're sporting.

You try your absolute best not to move, staring over at Natasha as she speaks to Wanda. Natasha's gaze occasionally flicks to you, heavy and deliberate. Sitting there between them, being handled so casually while they don't even break stride in their conversation.

Wanda's finger trails along your inner thigh, and you can't help but spread your legs just a fraction. You're granting her space, giving her everything, but she makes no further move. She simply keeps her fingers right there, tracing shapes that tantalizingly hold your entire attention. A circle. A square. Then an S...

Each slowly traced letter spells out.... S-I-T S-T-I-L-L.

You hadn't even realized you had begun to squirm back against her, your mind completely numb from the friction. You let out a shaky breath, trying to still yourself, looking up at Wanda as you bite down hard on your lower lip in desperation.

Natasha's voice breaks through the quiet, low and incredibly husk. "Bite that lip again. I dare you."

Her finger hooks over your jaw, a thumb pressing down to deliberately pull your bottom lip away from your teeth. You can't help it, the sheer friction of the moment snapping the last of your restraint while her thumb continues to trace the wet line of your bottom lip.

"Please..." you whisper, finally breaking completely. "Please, god, I need you two... please, I can't take it anymore... please... please.."

Right in the middle of your breathless begging, Wanda finally presses her finger firmly against your clit over the fabric of your suit. A sharp, choked sound escapes the back of your throat, completely cutting your mumbled pleading off.

You instantly melt against her, your spine turning to water as all the fight completely drains out of you. Your head falls heavily against her shoulder, breathless gasps escaping your lips right against Wanda's ear as she rhythmically grinds her fingers against you through the wet fabric. Their business conversation finally dries out entirely.... not that you're listening anyway, your entire world reduced to the friction between your thighs.

The next few moments are a dizzying blur. You're carried out of the water, the cool night air hitting your sensitized skin before Wanda handily transfers your weight over to Natasha, heading off to grab a towel to wrap around you.

There's a flash of bright hallway lights, the heavy thud of a hotel door shutting, and suddenly you find yourself laid back on their bed, flat on your back on their crisp, expensive sheets.

Your chest rises and falls in ragged, uneven pants. The room is mostly dark, save for the blue, shimmering light from the pool area spilling through their thin curtains. The patio door is slightly cracked, letting in the faint, distant sound of the water outside.

You desperately grip the sheets beneath you, feeling entirely like a prey animal trapped in the dark as you watch a tall silhouette move at the foot of the mattress. Natasha climbs on top of you, her movements completely silent, deliberate.

She hovers over you for a fraction of a second, letting you feel the full weight of her presence, before her lips begin a slow, torturous march up your neck, before sliding down to meet yours.

You weave your hands into her hair, your fingers curling around her body, completely yielding to whatever it is she wants. When her hand slides down to your thigh, you respond instantly, sliding your legs around her waist to anchor her closer. You open yourself up completely, creating all the space in the world for Wanda to crawl up beside you, her hand easily reaching down to slide your wet suit bottoms to the side.

Both of them can feel the sheer amount of arousal that has pooled there, leaving you entirely slick and shivering under their touch.

Wanda laughs softly at your desperation, the low, vibrations of her amusement vibrating right against your skin as she takes her time drinking in exactly how they've rendered you.

Her touch has you helplessly grinding your hips against her hand, already keening high in your throat against Natasha's lips. You try to break away from her ever-coming kisses just enough to find your voice, a broken, "Please... mm!," spilling out into the dark room.

Natasha responds by sliding up your body, adjusting her weight to give Wanda all the space she needs to slide directly between your thighs. Wanda guides your legs up, hooking them over her shoulders as her lips immediately find you right through the thin, damp fabric of your swim bottoms.

You are given absolutely no time to react to the sudden, overwhelming heat before Natasha’s hand is on your jaw, firmly guiding your head toward the center of her. She wastes no time on you, sliding her own bottoms to the side with a sharp tug, leaving you with nothing left to do but let your tongue come to meet her pussy.

"Focus," Natasha murmurs against your mouth, her tone sharp enough to cut through the haze. She pulls back just an inch, her fingers tightening around your jaw before she delivers a tiny, stinging tap to your cheek—a light slap that shocks your eyes wide open. "Look at me. Pay attention to what you're doing."

It’s an impossible demand. Beneath you, Wanda’s tongue is merciless, burying herself into you right through the parted fabric of your suit. She drinks you in with long, heavy strokes that completely shatter whatever concentration you have left.

Your hips hitch off the mattress, your focus fracturing instantly into pure, blind sensation. You're so utterly wound up, so completely overstimulated from the agony of waiting all evening, that you can't even fight it. Your walls tighten violently, and within seconds, you are tipping over the edge, a breathless, broken cry echoing in the dark room as you come.

Wanda slides a finger deep inside you right as you release, stretching you open and catching the rhythmic, pulsing contractions. The sudden fullness has you gasping, your hands gripping Natasha’s hips for dear life. Stopping for a second, before your tongue moves against her pussy, riding out the wave until there's absolutely nothing left of you.

Natasha's breath hitches, her fingers tightening in your hair as your tongue continues its steady, relentless rhythm. Her movements lose their strict, calculated control, her hips rolling forward with a sudden, desperate heavy friction against your mouth.

She lets out a low, ragged moan, her thighs trembling around you as she completely gives in, her core pulsing violently against your lips as she leaks over your face, "fuck..."

She holds you there for a few desperate seconds, anchoring you tight against her until the worst of the tremors finally subside.

When she pulls back, she's breathing heavily, her face flushed in the dim light. She leans down, pressing a soft, slow kiss to your wet lips, tasting herself on you.

"Good girl," Natasha murmurs, her voice thick and gravelly with praise as her thumb gently wipes a stray drop from your chin. "Thank you. You did so well for us."

Before you can even process the warmth of her words, Wanda’s fingers move inside you again, a slow, deep stroke that sends a fresh wave of aftershocks straight up your spine.

You completely melt into the sheets, all the remaining strength leaving your body as you sink into the mattress, trapped perfectly beneath the heavy, comforting weight of them.

Natasha's hand comes up to firmly grip your breast, her thumb rubbing over the peak through the damp material before she leans down, licking it teasingly right through the fabric. The sudden heat makes you gasp, but before you can sink into it, she’s already shifting, standing up from the bed to grab the strap-on.

Wanda doesn't move a muscle, leaving her fingers buried deep inside you. You can't help but clench around her hand, your walls twitching as you try to process the emptiness left by Natasha's sudden absence. Wanda slowly stretches you, opening you up and filling you so completely that you groan into the dark room.

But that fullness disappears the moment she smoothly removes them, leaving you aching and entirely vacant.

Then Natasha is back, hovering over you, sliding the blunt length of the toy against your slick opening. She lets out a low, heavy groan as she aligns herself, sounding like she can actually feel every bit of the friction. Your eyebrows furrow at the sound, your lips parting to comment on it, but the sudden, heavy push of her moving inside you shuts you up instantly.

The wet, slick sounds of her pushing deep inside you echo in the room, swallowing your words completely as she fills you to the absolute brim.

Natasha leans down, her knuckles bracing against the mattress on either side of your head, her breath hot against your ear.

"You like how that sounds?" she asks, her voice dropping into a dirty, gritty whisper as she pulls back just an inch before bottoming out against you again. "Listen to how wet you are for us. You're taking every single inch of it."

Wanda watches from the side, a low laugh vibrating in her chest as she reaches up to stroke your hair. "Look at her, Nat."

She grinds the tip against the deepest part of you, watching how your bottom lip opens, gasping around the sudden, intense fullness. She pauses for a split second, drinking in your expression, before she starts to set a heavy, unforgiving pace.

Wanda leans in closer, pressing her lips to yours to completely quiet you, a silent reminder that you're in a hotel room with thin walls. You desperately grip Wanda's hair now, pulling her into a messy, breathless kiss as Natasha continues to set the rhythm from behind.

Riding out the heat of the position, Natasha suddenly pulls out with a wet, heavy friction. "Hands and knees."

You respond instantly, your body moving on pure instinct. She slides the toy right back into you from your backside, the sudden angle change making your eyes roll back.

The fleeting thought crossing your dazed mind that it's really not too bad to be this way. Completely undone, helpless, and entirely under someone else's control.

Wanda walks to the other side of the bed, her sharp eyes tracking your movements. Your mind is spinning, far too dazed to fully process Wanda's warning not to collapse or fall into the mattress.

"Don't you dare drop," Wanda warns softly, her tone a smooth, dark purr. "Stay right there."

Sensing your weakness, Natasha reaches forward to firmly grip your hair, pulling your head back and guiding you to look up at Wanda. You're forced into keeping direct eye contact with her, your vision blurry and swimming with tears.

Wanda couches beside the bed, sliding her thumb into your mouth, bad-mouthing you with a low, dirty whisper about how easily you broke as you helplessly take every heavy back-thrust from Natasha.

"You realize where you are right now?" Wanda murmurs, swirling her thumb against your wet tongue while Natasha drives deep into you from behind. "Talked all that game about how you'd never end up like this for us, how you'd never break… but do you realize how you look right now?"

Before you can even try to form an answer around her thumb, Natasha reaches underneath you, her fingers finding your slick clit. With every heavy, punishing drive from behind, her thumb grinds mercilessly against you, pairing the deep friction inside with a sharp, unrelenting rhythm that sends your senses into a violent tailspin.

The dual stimulation brings you to the brink too fast, the overwhelming friction completely breaking you. A choked, fractured moan escapes past Wanda's thumb. A sound so thin and ruined it sounds like crying as the orgasm tears through you, your entire body trembling violently under their weight.

Wanda watches your undoing, a slow, dark smile stretching across her lips as she pulls her thumb from your mouth to catch your tears instead.

You might have run your mouth before tonight, believing you could never be tamed or brought to your knees, but as you collapse into the mattress beneath their shared hold, you realize the truth. You could beg, and you could be broken, but you would only ever let yourself be ruined like this for the two of them.