#@venuscoded

Yelena who met you when she was at her lowest in a dark bar, what was supposed to be a one night chat ended up in an all night conversation, she knew she was doomed when she saw your smile and how happy you were despite everything, she admired your resilience, and that made her stay. After that, you two didn’t talk for weeks, you almost thought she wasn’t interested for a moment when she popped up in your Instagram. That’s how you knew she wasn’t uninterested, quite the opposite.

Yelena who slowly told you the truth during your dates, like strong vodka in a cocktail. You didn’t believed her at first, a hot russian spy that was on your country just for a task? Nah. Well, you thought that until you saw what her widowbites could do to a creepy stranger on the streets while running away. She said it was okay if you didn’t want to see her again after that. You stayed.

Yelena who knew you were the one the moment she wrote you back after 2 weeks missing explaining you she didn’t mean to ignore you, that she was really busy, and wouldn’t do that again. You snapped at her, mad at first, but reasoned and understood her. You two agreed on sending alive signals and short updates every day. She loves to read your long paragraphs and stories, she answers with a shorter text but tells you what you need to know. She makes it up for you afterwork, buying you gifts and presents. One day she was writing a note on a box that had a set of lego flowers inside, then she looked at it, then at her ink-stained hands, and cursed below her breath. “Blyad, I’m fucked.”

Yelena who always tells you not to text her during missions because she doesn’t want to risk you or your identity, she changes her phone number like twice a week, yours too if needed, and sometimes texts you from others stolen phones just to remind you she’s alive and hasn’t forgotten about you —yup they end up destroyed later—. Sometimes she can’t take her job seriously and you being her safe space makes it so much easy for her to live through the day, always sending random pics with Ava or Bob. She never let you see too much though since it could accidentally target you.

Yelena who always takes you out to rooftop dates, intimate bars and restaurants, she loves your rambling and yapping about your day and whatever you were doing, looking at you like she just witnessed a treasure right there. Her hands are always looking for yours and hungry for contact.

Yelena who likes her partner smart and independent enough to defend herself, yet loving and emotionally intelligent enough to balance whatever’s wrong with her. She’d stop drinking for you, she would even try therapy if you told her, anything to keep you by her side.

Yelena who protects you to death and ends whoever tries to defy your wellness. This woman doesn’t play about you, and will NEVER do it. You don’t know it but she installed secret cams in your house to keep an eye on you when she’s bored or concerned. Yes, she saw that surprise gift you made for her accidentally, yes, she acted as if she didn’t. Yes, you believed it.

Yelena who kisses like she’s starved, like she has never ever kissed someone in the world and holds you with a fear that you might disappear if she doesn’t grip your waist hard enough. Her lips press onto yours like she’s holding back so she doesn’t harm you, but deep down she wants to eat you alive, her tongue darts inside and claims your cavity like she owns you, savoring everything and memorizing every spasming of your tongue when it clashes with hers. She doesn’t whimper but god, she breathes so heavy you swear she’s losing air, when she’s just so desperate to have you right here, right now, for now with her. Missions leave her so needy and who are you to deny her ?

Yelena who doesn’t know how to communicate but she lets you know she’s devoted to you with actions and physical contact. She’ll buy you the dress you stared at last week, she’ll tie your shoes and let you do her blue eyeliner, will sneak her hands in your body and grope every centimeter of skin. Her favorite part is when you’re both laid in the bed and she hides her face in the softness of your chest, no matter how big or small it is, the soothing warmth makes her sleep. You always sleep hugged and wake up snuggling with each other if she’s not working.

Yelena who is not really aware of her libido, and doesn’t really care about it since she’s focused on so many other things, but will do anything to please you if you ask nicely. Will act as nonchalant and indifferent but she becomes a sucker the moment you start begging and grinding against her lap, whimpering and biting her lower lip, trying to undress her as soon as possible. If she’s not feeling mean today —which is extremely rare bc this woman is cruel af— you might not have to beg so hard while rubbing your clit on her boot.

Yelena who doesn’t care about positions as long as she can manhandle you. Her breath itches and her tummy coils when you’re between her legs, showing how desperate you are for her attention and validation, sucking on her clit with the right pressure so it sends shivers down her spine, thighs almost crushing your cheeks, sometimes teasing you about how much power she has on you, and how you can’t do anything about it but keep lapping your tongue on her creamy slit. She’ll use you first, cum as many times as she can for motivation, ruin your pretty makeup and mess your hair, and then, the real play begins.

Yelena who starts slow first, teasing your bundle of nerves, running the tip of her fingers on your lower lips and looking how wet you get for her. She likes how submissive you get to the point you’ll literally give her anything if she demands it, and good girls get their prize, don’t they? So now it’s your turn to get laid on the bed, legs wide open, and take whatever she gives you. Her fingers insert gently, teasing your entrance and shaming you about that wet sopping cunt, before adding another, she curls them the right direction so you already get overstimulated when she abuses that sweet spot, again, and again, until you feel your inner walls clenching hard around her, gushing and squeezing her like you’re scared she’s gonna go away, and it never ends. The best part is when she gets on top of you, pressing her palm against your clit and bumping it with every thrust she makes inside you, making lewd and nasty sounds down there.

Yelena who edges you to the point you’re a babbling mess, begging, pleading, asking her to let you finish. Lucky you, she always lets you cum undone on her fingers, and will do it again if you’re not satisfied.

Yelena who likes it when you get really needy and touchy during the aftermath, climbing on top of her and praising her, whispering how much you loved it and remarking the best parts of the act. She’ll definitely kiss your neck and wrap an arm around your waist, holding your warmth against hers and whispering sweet nothings. “So good f’me mama.”

bonus! Yelena who always said she doesn’t share you with anyone, and loves how loyal you are to her.. But doesn’t mind handing you over to Kate Bishop like a blunt, I mean.. Sometimes she’s on a long mission and can’t keep an eye on you, no matter if you already know how to defend yourself, she’ll leave you with someone she knows she can trust. For her, it’s not about surrendering control, is an alliance.

Yelena who secretly wouldn’t mind if you asked her about a three way thing, as long as is only with Kate, and no one else. These two are a menace when you’re not around, always talking about what you did with them separately and teasing each other because of it, they became so competitive to the point you notice it. Just imagine, late night in new york with the lights down in Kate’s place, Lucky is sleeping on the floor and you three are on the couch watching a movie, you were really focused on the action scene when suddenly you felt a cold hand sneaking into your thighs, you dart an eye to Yelena who’s still watching the movie as if she wasn’t literally grasping your inner thigh right now and playing with its plushness, you were about to discard her touch discreetly when you felt another hand doing the same thing in your other thigh, it wasn’t Yelena’s, you knew it because she always touched you with possession, her palm is calloused and heavy on your surface, gripping and gently nibbling on your skin, rough, yeah. This hand was different, it was lingering on the softness of your leg, testing the waters first, it was softer on the palm but the fingers were larger and more firm, it didnt grab you with possession but rather with a bold touch, getting inside your thighs and meeting with Yelena’s fingers, who noticed instantly and instead of getting mad about it she just chuckled and kept going. Of course you knew it was Kate who was somehow playing with Yelena about some stupid dare.. again. If this wasn’t stated before you would slap the raven’s hand as hard as possible for being a pervert, but since you already talked about this with the blonde one it wasn’t really a problem.. And, come on, how could you deny kate when lena told you it was okay? How could you tell her no when she eats you out so good?

Plot twist, that actually happened, and didn’t ended there.

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Tho this night was different, because it wasn’t the two of you anymore. The walk to your bedroom was sloppy, at this point you didn’t knew who was kissing you, it was either Kate’s desperation for swallowing you whole or Yelena’s fixation with whatever was wrong with you, what you did knew was when Yelena made you lay your back on her body as you entered the bed, her calloused hands keeping your legs spread and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, dirty words that quickly made a pool in your trousers and curled your stomach. Kate didn’t slow down a second, she crawled on top of you and started kissing you again, sloppy, nasty, desperate, her tongue sticking in your cavity and signing her last name on it, her cheeks got red when she felt your fingers tangle in her raven roots, pulling her even closer, it was a lot of tongue and teeth, yes, but fuck, she couldn’t hold herself anymore, she waited like months for this and now that she was greenlit, she would eat you from the insides out.

“Easy, Kate Bishop, she’s not going anywhere.” Yelena said, her fingers were holding you steady and wide spread for her, she loved how soft your skin felt, how quick you melted on her touch, how good your hair smell, and how easy to control you were. What excited her the most was the fact that no matter what you said, you would always let her do whatever she wanted to do with you, and right now, Yelena wanted you to be good for Kate, she knew the archer wanted this so bad. She could feel her heart thumping against her chest and she could even see it in the way her hands shaked and tremble everytime she roamed over your torso.

Kate’s lips traveled from the curve of your lips to the slide of your neck, kissing your scent and getting high from it, her tongue draw lines over it and gently sucked, she didn’t bite, she sucked like she was licking the bubblegum out of a popsicle, not too rough to make you cry but hard enough to make you squirm, whatever sound you made was like a win for her. Her mouth fell lower, and with the help of her hands she lifted your shirt high enough to see the mounds of your breasts, she grabbed one, feeling the warmth against her digits, how it fit her palm so well and how hard your nipples erected whenever she grazed them with her fingertips, her mouth landed on the other one, her tongue was the protagonist in this side, swirling, teasing, making circles around the colored aureole, her eyes couldn’t leave your sight, actually, there was this little part of her that enjoyed your expressions, no matter how weird or unconventionally beautiful they were, she was so proud of herself like, cmon, she’s the responsible of that! It got so much better when she saw Yelena’s face.

Those green, sunkissed eyes were already hunting her like a beast, and from the smile of her face, Kate knew she was enjoying the show too. She smirked as she gently tugged your nipple with her teeth, causing you to whimper and drown it in the edge of your palm, of course, Yelena wouldn’t allow that on her sight and removed you hand away ”Nuh uh, milaya, let her hear you, be good.” She scolded, and before you could talk back, Kate sucked your tit so good that Yelena got a frustrated moan back instead of a bratty attitude. Not like you hated it tho.

She bit her lower lip, feeling that coil on her stomach when her eyes detected Kate going lower, her lips tracing a wet path from your breasts to the end of your lower pelvis, her hands removed your lower clothes and then sniffed on your panties. “Kate, don’t tease” you whined, your hand caressing her hair, like a threat, “Oh really? But you like it so much..”She muffled against your clothed pussy, before taking those panties down and lapping her tongue on your wet slit, her lips wrapped around your fleshy bud, then sucked it so good your legs wrapped around her head and kept her there, she would’ve waited more but you were so soaked it was already a pool below the sheets, so she didn’t waist more time in teasing your entrance with two fingers, she let them play with your lips first, drawing lines on it and giving them a feather touch, then, gently dipped them inside, stretching you, feeling how hard you sucked her in deeper, how warm you felt and how good you welcomed her in. Kate fantasized about this for like ages and now she had you here, all laid and cute for her, in a silver plate. And the best part? She would get dessert too.

Her fingers started to move, slow and steady, curling inside your walls and looking for that sweet spot of yours, your body didn’t resist and gave into her easily, letting her do and undo you as she wished, sometimes you would bite Yelena’s fingers to muffle yourself from being so whiny but she liked you loud and messy, and instead would run her fingers in the back of your head, making you get a little up, that’s when you saw it better.

Kate was cute, yes, but now? Her hair was a mess, her blue clouded eyes looking at you with so much devotion as her rosy lips sucked your clit so hard it made you choke in your own breath, and the length of her fingers were filling you like a christmas present. That did the thing.

“Kate— Fuck-” You breathed, hearing Yelena’s chuckle from the back.

“Gonna cum?” Kate innocently asked, fastening her movements and thrusting them deeper, she knew she would doom you when she angled them right on that high point, your hips stuttered and your thighs clamped hard against her cheeks.

You couldn’t even talk at this point, only babbling a ton of yes’s and fuck’s, mixed with high pitched moans and whimpers, Kate let her tongue swirl around that sensitive point in your clit, and when you least expected it, a wave of pleasure washed all over your body, the hairs of your skin lifted and your back arched heavily, as you screamed her name. Yelena was still holding you there, raising an eyebrow with disbelief and making sure you won’t fell off the bed since it’s made for two, not three, she would make it fit anyways. She leans down a bit to stole a kiss from you, inhaling your last remainings of that orgasm.

Kate dragged her tongue along your softness for the last time to remember what you tasted like, and then bit the side of your thighs playfully before getting up and closer, she let you wrap your legs around her waist, as she crawled on top of your body and grabbed Yelena by the face to claim her too, letting you see everything from the middle, you shrank yourself a little just to watch them make out.

Yelena’s hands grabbed Kate’s neck with such desire as she inserted her tongue inside her cavity, tasting you in the middle of it, Kate balanced herself with her hands on the bed so she wouldn’t fall, getting closer to Yelena’s body. “Wanted to do this from-” “I know, I’d do me too”

You bit your lips, watching them while you recovered, then, an idea popped. Your hands took advantage of Kate’s unsupervised approach, and got off Yelena’s body to lay lower on the bed, until you faced Kate’s crotch, she immediately noticed and broke the kiss, looking down at you. “Wait, you don’t have to-”

“Take your fucking pants out.” You spat, your eyes full of desire.

Now that changed Kate’s brain chemistry. She slowly looked at Yelena with her jaw almost falling to the floor, the blonde just nodded, there was something different in her sly, cocky smile. “Don’t make her wait, Bishop.”

Kate took her pants off, tripping a little on herself and then went back to bed to sit in your face, the wetness and boldness of your tongue was like a relief to her, her hips moved back and forth on your face, riding your mouth muscle as she kissed Yelena again. Now that the blonde had her hands free, she grasped the curve of Kate’s ass, massaging and kneading it as she bit her lip, hard. Kate moaned in her mouth, before trying to do the same, but she was so lost in the ecstasy of your mouth that she just forgot how to function right. “Fuck- There- Yeah, yesyesy-Just like that—Oh— Fuck!”

“Language, Bishop, or I might forget that you’ll own a company.” Yelena teased, helping with the movements. Your tongue spasmed around her folds, digging inside her cunt, her walls clenched around it and made you moan, sending delicious vibrations to her core. Yelena let her hand fall on Kate’s ass, hard, as she felt like she was getting closer.

“Cumming- m’cummingso- so hard—” She whined against Yelena’s lips, as she spurted her scent on your face, her body collapsed against Yelena’s, who was holding her on her place. Kate got off your face and then laid beside you, giving you a short peck. “Who knew you could eat this good? Gods’” she murmured against your lips, naked flesh against yours, not knowing where she started and where you ended.

“I did. Now, milaya, be a good girl and prepare for me, yeah? It’s my turn and Kate should get a great show too.” Yelena said, getting up from the bed and opening that cabinet below, your eyes shine bright and obeyed immediately. Everytime she opened that cabinet meant she would put on that leather strap you loved so much, it was black, a decent length to make you scream, choke, gag and cry on it, with texturized veins and a girthy head. You got on fours, in front of Kate’s sight, her face was already excited, she wasn’t a fan of vouyerism but it’s not like she had a choice either. After all, you were Yelena’s girl first.

To Yelena, it wasn’t really about jealousy or being scared of losing you, there was something exciting in having enough power in your relationship to decide when would you fuck, how would you fuck, and when you would cum, that no one could handle you like she did, that no one could make you scream like she did, but that thing Kate did with her fingers scratched a nerve in her, and deep down she knew Kate did it on purpose to challenge her, she just couldn’t prove how. So yeah, this was her way of saying she owned you first, and that she’s just sharing a generous amount of you.. Or maybe she is too egocentric to admit she’s just sharing. Kate is good, perfect, and enough for you two.

Yelena got on top of you, aligning her silicone dick with your entrance, and without warning, she just broke in your walls, it burned at first, the air left your lungs with betrayal as you drowned a small moan in your throat, you were about to hide your face in the sheets when Yelena’s hand pulled your hair, forcing you to look up. “Oh no, baby, why so shy? Show Kate Bishop how much you like this. Say it.”

“Yelena-” You whined, your voice trembling between every thrust.

“No, leave that for later. Tell her you’re a greedy whore, god, I bet you also want her to fuck you at the same time, hm? Yes, you fucking do.” She whispered in your brain, destroying your cervix with every roll of her hips as you made eye contact with Kate, she wasn’t gonna just stand there, her fingers ran to her pussy and started circling her clit while she saw Yelena take you like a monster. “Look at that, so eager for me, aren’t you?”

You closed your eyes in the middle of the rush, your body contracted as the blonde’s length shoved hard into you, making you wonder what happened that changed her treatment so suddenly, but you were too drunk on the feeling to think, like your mind stopped working the moment she made her way inside your warmth. Your skin rose at every movement, aching for another slap on the curve of your ass, instead of running away you just gave yourself in, not thinking about how loud you were being, or if Kate was still there, that electricity was coming already, you could feel it zap in the deep of your stomach, with every piston of her hips, with every word she said to make you forget who you really were, it didn’t matter, you just wanted to cum.

Kate’s fingers fastened on her erected bud, her chest rises up and down, already running out of air with every sip she took from it, from the scene, from you. She didn’t wanted to make a mess of your face, but she was so tempted, you looked unrecognizable, so close to the apogee, it made her even closer to hers. She bit the tip of her other index finger, her toes curled on the sheets and her legs spread even wider towards you and Yelena.

Speaking of the devil, her eyes shined when she saw the synchronization between Kate and you, she bit her lower lip and lowered her gaze at your ass, the strap would sink in so easily, already making a white ring in your entrance that thickened with every thrust, the skin was bruisened and red from a side where your hip resides, with the mark her five fingers in it, there was something in the deep arch of your back that made her emit a whimper, but it didn’t really matter within the other chants in the room, then she looked again at Kate, getting even higher with the view, like performing wasn’t enough and she needed to fill you with her nonexistent load of cum. Kate was beautiful, yes, she was charming with her rambling style of communicating and her determination, but now she looked so vulnerable, the gleam of her eyes and the tears of pleasure mixed with her risen nipples and the squirm of her abdomen with every thrust of her own glistened fingers inside her.

«Oh. Oh.» She thought, feeling the beating of her heart in her ears, an idea came to her mind. “You close, milaya? Can you be good for me a last time?” She whispered in your ear, rising your head a little higher to wake you up from your cockdrunked sensation, you couldn’t even mutter a word, nodding in response, “Good, give Kate a little help, won’t you?” She commanded in a breathy voice, as she let you fall and sink your face again in Kate’s sweetness. “There, just where you belong.”

“Yelena—” Kate hitched, not knowing what to do at first, she held your messy hair with her free hand while the other came out of her wetness to support her in the bed, she was collapsing at this point, blurry eyes and clouded mind. “Shut up and take it” Yelena said, keeping the same motion for you, and maintaining eye contact with Kate, she couldn’t loose her from sight, wanting to see her expressions, everything from her, Kate on the other hand was too euphoric to fight back, besides, the gum of your tongue and its texture was what she needed, letting high-pitched moans out of her mouth as she kept you busy.

Then, when you least didn’t expect it, that sting in the back of your cervix gave up, climbing to its highest peak and—An emptiness came, you looked back at Yelena, with teary eyes and a salivating mouth. She went out of you right when you were about to cum. You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. “What?”

“Nothing, I just don’t want you to finish.” She answered back like nothing, but the head was rubbing against your slit, playing with your clit and the cleft of your cunt. You were about to crash out, as your orgasm was practically ruined.

“No—Please” You cried, catching her attention. You were so close, you couldn’t play this game now. Not now. “Please what, milaya?” Yelena asked, the tip of her cock doubting of getting in or no. “Please, let me cum. Please.” You sobbed, your hips going back in look for her closeness, but her hands were keeping you still, creating an inconsistent desperation in you. “Yelena, please!” And before you could beg again, she bottomed out inside you, to the point there was no more space for your pussy to take in her strap because you were already so full from it, your liquids were dropping in the bed and you didn’t even came yet.

Kate made sure to let you sink properly between her thighs to continue with the pace, your stuffed moans sent vibrations to her core, clit contracting and responding to your tongue, spasming without warning or advice, just releasing in your mouth and letting you clean the rest, her moans mixed with yours, as you were feeling again that tightening shock on your pelvis, your hips were bruised by Yelena’s iron grip, who was thrusting her way inside you with no regrets, no mercy, like she hated you, like she didn’t even know you. She would be gentle but by the arch of your back and how your body reacted, she knew you liked it that way, and she would deliver.

”Mcmming—” you muffled against Kate’s pussy, between cries and tears. “Cum then, hun”, she gritted between teeth, watching how your body spasmed immediately, shaking, trembling, contracting and swallowing her plastic dick in, white cum and other fluids spurting off your pussy like they were fighting to come out, your toes curled so hard as you feel her pumping the high off you with every shot of her hips against yours. Yelena let out a shaky breath as she left your clenched and ruined pussy, taking off the strap and laying besides you, you lifted your face from Kate’s inner thighs and in a couple seconds you were all curled up in the bedsheets, not talking, just snuggling as you looked at the roof.

“You okay?” Kate was the first, whispering in the crook of your neck, the palm of her hand was above your chest, with her leg tangled in your body. “I’m still processing what just happened.. But yes, of course, what about you?” You answered, looking at her with a smile. “I’m good.” You two laughed at each other, and then, popped your heads up at Yelena. She was hugging you from the other side, her arm keeping Kate’s body close to yours, and legs tangled between yours and hers, she was rested on one elbow on her side, green eyes looking at the two of you already, in silence, not answering for a second, then, she caressed your cheek with her thumb and gave you a quick peck. “You did so good for me, love.” Then, she looked at Kate and slightly climbed above you to kiss her, but this time it wasn’t briefly, it was more like she was claiming her as her own too, and with that, you knew everything you had to know. “I didn’t know you were.. Skilled in this” she said, going back to her place in the bed.

“What can I say? I’m full of surprises” Kate said, and they exchanged a few laughs before looking intensely at each other, you raised an eyebrow, curious, something in the air was telling you this wasnt going to end here.

“Want to take some water and then go for another round?” Yelena quickened her words before Kate could say it first, already feeling the racing scent in the air. “Yup, totally.. Actually, make it three” She answered in the same way, “Alright, Kate Bishop, it’s a deal”. Before you could make yourself smaller so they could keep bickering at each other, their eyes landed on you, not letting you escape from this. “What do you say?”

You breathed in and out heavily, as you licked your lips from the temptation. You were tired and sore, but when you looked at Yelena’s eyes, there was something in her that let you knew that you were going to access to this, wether you liked it or not, and honestly? You were so into it.

“Fuck it, let’s go.”

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You never said you were against a third, but you never thought it would come this way. Definitely not this way. And the worst part? Yelena planned everything. Every. Single. Part. Of it.

And while Kate and you were basically bleeding your hearts out, she was watching sat in her fat ass chair, enjoying the theater.

You got up from the couch, breaking off from their grip without caring a bit, their hands basically flew different ways, both surprised about your aggressive demeanor. Yelena raised her hand as if it would pacify the giant problem she got into. You and the blonde had fights and arguments like normal couples, but she had never seen you like this, unraveled, out of control, messy hair, ugly red nose and fully blown dilated pupils, she gulped silently when she noticed the veins marking in your neck, like you were about to explode verbally.

Oh and you did.

“Are you fucking kidding me? So while I was literally dying in the inside thinking I was a traitor to my partner, you were there looking how it all happened? What the fuck, Lena, that’s terrible!” You didnt even filtered your words.

Yelena saw how the anger crisped out of your body, for the first time in her whole time with you, she felt like she was losing you, and she could only swallow all the venom you were spitting because she was so damn sure you wouldn’t listen a single word. She tried to remain calm, but her body betrayed her with its gestures, why was she so tensed and sweating cold? She could literally shut you up and neutralize you in seconds.

But you were not her target, you were her beloved girl. And she would do anything to make you stay, no matter how much you tried to escape, you were with her now, you couldn’t go away. You were hers.

Her voice went cold as thin ice, just about to break “I did it so it could be spontaneous, my love, you can’t force connections.” She got up from the couch to grab your arms but failed successfully. It’s loke everytime she tried to fix it up you only ended more damaged.

“Of course you can’t force a connection, but you did!” You gritted between teeth, and then took a step back, looking at the elephant in the room. “And you..”

Kate had a traumatized face, she didn’t know what was more scary, your rage or how cynical the blonde could be, as soon as you said her name she immediately got straight and rigid like a stone, she didn’t even notice she was crying until a tear fell down her cheek, sad blue eyes following yours like a scolded puppy. “I…”

“How long were you going to hide this? We literally spent months together and I was crying every single night, feeling like the worst girlfriend in the world for hoping that you’d stay for a sleepover. You two left me with a guilt that wasn’t mine to have!” Your voice cracks echoed in the living room, you even raised your finger at them while venting everytime that ached in the depth of your chest.

“No, I didn’t knew she knew it, I swear! I also wanted to die, I always felt I was stealing something from Yelena.” She explained, no stuttering this time. Kate stepped closer, but flinched when you got even farther. She never wanted this to happen, she would’ve even been satisfied if she only had you as a friend, not hers but with her. Not happy but satisfied.

“You’re horrible, Lena. What was going on your mind when you planned that? You played with MY feelings, with KATE’s feelings, like we’re some kind of soldiers.” You went back to Yelena, but there wasn’t power in your chest anymore, the tears of rage weren’t there, you cut yourself, then whispered high enough for her to hear “You can’t pretend we’ll fall in love so you’re more comfortable while almost getting yourself killed.”

Yelena was quick, not thinking about anything, her voice was expressing real hurt, almost losing herself, and when she didn’t expected it, she started to break down too. “I never wanted to play with your feelings, Malyshka. I didn’t do any of this for fun! I just..” She looked down, not believing her. Then, you looked at her eyes.

They were watery and shiny, but a tear wouldn’t come out, her pride was too big for that, or so you thought. “Everything I loved has been taken away from me, I lost my sister, forever, and I don’t— I can’t loose you too. Being an assassin is been my whole life and I don’t think I’ll ever get off that train, and I thought— I thought that if you ever lose me, you would want to stay with someone you love as much as I did.. As I still do.”

There was complete silence, you couldn’t even form a thought or a word after she basically poured her whole soul in her words, you could see it in the red of her cheeks, in her heavy breath and how her green eyes lit the room so sincerely it hurts. She never lied to you, not even once. She always said she was complicated, that she wasn’t a woman of love, but this proved her wrong. Yelena was serious, she was scared of losing you. Or leaving you alone like she did with Kate.

You licked your lips, thinking. Yes, you were still mad, yes, you wouldn’t forgive her for a little while, yes, you would still be with her. Yelena was so ashamed and busy blaming herself that she didn’t notice when you wrapped your arms around her, she collapsed into them, melting instantly, she didn’t make a noice or a cry but indeed wetted the crook of your neck, holding you tightly like you were going to fade in her hands.

Your eyes wondered above the blondes head, looking for Kate, she was still there, standing like she was a stranger in the room, an unwelcomed face and a third wheel. But the moment you extended your arm towards her, she recognized she was wrong. Her heart kicked her chest fast when she ran to the hug too, realizing she was now part of this.

After a while, you three just united your foreheads together, like a silent way of saying sorry, then, you were the first to talk. “Please, don’t ever lie to me again, Lena.”

“I won’t, I promise, Malyshka.” She lowered her head, a weird gesture of hers. “I’m sorry, Malyshka.”

You sighed, letting the old anger drain and keeping the tiredness of the previous fight.

“That goes for you too, Kate.” You looked at Kate, but she was already sinking into your sight, she sobbed briefly before smiling.

“Never.” She confirmed, before looking at the void, Yelena knew she was about to say something. “Soo.. Can I finally confess that you’re both like incredibly ho—”

“Easy, Kate Bishop. It’s been only 5 seconds.” Yelena jumped in the conversation, there was some chaotic spark in their connection that made you stare, it was attractive how they fitted each other so well. That’s how you knew you would never blame Yelena for wanting her besides you, you’d do the same. “You can say it another day now that you’re my.. Our.. Whatever.”

“Say it, Yelena. Say I’m yours too.”She insisted, amused at how easy it was to find her buttons.

How long until she finds your specific buttons too?

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The best part of working with the piltover’s finest as a secret agent were the days you didn’t had anything assigned. Of course, due to the amazing security of both cities, that only happened once in a while, but hey! It’s not like you hated your job either, in fact, that’s what made the three of you more closer.

Today was —maybe yes maybe no who knows? You can solve it if it’s the opposite— one of those days, your hands just took off the oven a roasted chicken that later would be covered in a reddish brown barbecue sauce that made your mouth water within seconds —one of Vi’s favorite by the way—, you placed it in the kitchen island and with your foot you closed the oven’s door, looking at it directly while thinking in your next step.

Your mind was too busy on preparing the lunch that you didn’t hear your back door shutting aggressively, in fact, you were so hungry you didn’t even change your clothes from the last mission, a black long sleeved zip-up top with ripped pants, all covered in dust, sweat, blood and some cuts on your arms that itched whenever you moved them due to the possible infection. Yeah, changing departments every three days was so exhausting you didnt even had time to heal yourself, but it’s not like you had another option, by staying in one place for too long meant putting intel and people that —unfortunately— you cared for in danger. At least your body developed a better defense system to prevent yourself from dying too early.

Right now, you were hungry. And if the belly asked for roasted chicken with a glass of wine, that would be it, even if you have a wound daring to bleed you out.

“Falcon-3 to Condor-1, mission successful, the target was neutralized and the explosives were extracted. Waiting for your next order, over.” You said to your handheld transceiver —in english, a walkie talkie— and cut it before the other person next to the line could ever answer. Quickly, you took the revolver off your pocket and aimed to your left, surprised by the emergence of someone you didn’t detected earlier.

“All’ this for yourself n’ didn’t even invited us? Greedy.” Vi said, her body supported on a wall as she spoke with her arms crossed, that stupid smug on her face never fails to get you on your nerves. You sighed, relaxing instantly and put the gun on your pocket again.

“I just wanted to eat without an aggresive chihuahua attempting to steal my food” You teased back, looking how she pointed at herself with a fake amused face. “Chihuahua? Owch, I have feelings y’know?” She dramatically put her hand on her chest, as if you stabbed her right there.

You snorted a chuckle and went back to your stuff, preparing the table and serving three glasses of wine. “Why are you here?”

“Don’t be like that.. I’m just checking at my lovely.. Friend” The title itself hit like a bullet on your chest, but you didn’t let her acknowledge that by staying indifferent —yeah physically—, after all, it wasn’t so far from the reality, but these kind of situations can’t be caged in something so superficial as that. Vi walked closer to you, you felt the warmth of her sunkissed skin invade your own as she towered over you from behind, her torso covered a considerable part of your frame as she stood there beside you, so close you could feel her breath brushing your cheek softly. Your body didn’t flinch when she placed a hand around your waist and touched it like she was claiming something that was never hers. “Looks like you already got her.” She whispers, a raspy yet cozy voice vibrating next to your ear.

“I always see everything, as, for example.. Our lovely other friend in the edge of the kitchen swallowing up your entire vouyerism show” You said with boldness, discovered later without too much effort a tall figure on the kitchen counter. You always knew how she got into the house, that door was closed with empty boxes behind it to warn you of their arrival. Still, you let her think she’s a step ahead of you when you’re already three over her for the game.

“I didn’t expect that sensitivity coming from someone like you, I’m quite sure you’re not letting that joke slip away anytime soon.” She spoke, shaking the handheld transceiver next to her and saving it on her pants. You huffed, a little annoyed by her cunning attitude, she never answered because —besides you cutting the walkie talkie before they could even answer— they were already here when you delivered the message, you see how it is.

“You have never missed. Not a single one. Is this a rival I’m working with?” Caitlyn teased, her soft yet sultry voice echoed in your ears like theta waves. You avoided making eye contact with her because you knew that if you did, you’d end split in a half, how clever of her, fair for the two of them.

“Of course I haven’t” You cleared you throat before continuing. ”I’m an excellent shot” Your references made Caitlyn choke in her own laugh, an embarrassed one.

“Alright, alright, get over it.” She gasped, trying to recover her breath from the sudden burst, the scene of her tinted cheeks and teeth-gaped smile would remain in your memories as one of the sweetest nothings you could afford.

You grabbed a fork to rip a chicken leg, hoping you could finally devour it this time, but Vi grabbed your chin guiding it towards her face, you rolled your eyes and growled in annoyance, feeling the other lady’s presence behind you, both of them squeezing you in the middle. “You’re a huge pain in the ass, both of you, did you know that?” Your tummy protested back too, groaning and squeezing inside in a tight knot.

This was good, honestly, if it wasn’t a bad day you’d let them abuse your personal space until you three ended all covered in sweat, feminine fluids and moans, but you couldn’t always let them get their way, that would reduce the readers audience by a high percentage, it has to be small dots of iloveyoubutrightknowwecantbetogether.

Caitlyn’s body began to sandwich you between her and Vi, elegant nose sniffing your tired scent, from the fabric covering your bosom to the sensitive spot in your neck, the side that the pinkhead wasn’t using as a chin-resting place. “Oh, that feeling will stay for a long time then, dear. I got all of your scheduled work postponed, think about that.” You rised your eyebrows and let your lips part. You’ve worked with a lot of crazy people, but not as obsessive and jealous as this lady.

“How sweet and caring of you, messing my whole agenda just for a whim treat. Kiramman-like.” You said sarcastically. “Well, now that we’re here, I really need to get a new top suit, this jackass from the explosives did me dirty.. Really dirty.” You looked at yourself without enthusiasm, pinching the damaged fabric from your top with sored fingers. You were talking serious this time, and hopefully, they wouldn’t differentiate it from your usual feistiness this time.

You heard her whine in your ear “You’re not.. Are you hurt? Where?”.. Of course, they did, you felt their hands instantly looking everywhere for a wet spot, yet nothing seemed irregular to their touch, the fabric is too thick to guess tho.

“God, y’gotta be kidding me.” Vi panted, her hand travelled everywhere across your skin until her fingers felt a little contraction in your pelvis, and how you tried to get away from her discreetly.

“Nonono, I’m good, I’m good.. They’re just scratches.” You reassured, immediately escaping from them, as your body pressed on the kitchen counter in front of them.

Caitlyn looked mischievous, mysterious, you knew she didn’t ate that lie, she knew, but she couldn’t prove it yet, she was making a plan in her head to discover you. Vi could sense it too, she noticed the subtle change in your body language, the tension in your muscles when she touched you in that place, her eyes glimmered at every movement you made, that intuition of her never failed. And you were not letting that happen. Is dangerous for an agent like you to be vulnerable, even in the physical matters.

“Perfect, then.. Let’s enjoy our free time, shall we?” She grabbed a glass of wine and took a sip, calculating. She was testing you. It was like a mental chess game where neither of you knew what was going to happen next.

“Jana, please. I’ve been waiting years for this.” You sighed heavily and head straight to the table, sitting between the two of them and taking the chicken portion you cut before, then, you took a glorious bite, finally savoring your masterpiece, it felt like a mouthgasm.

“Hope you don’t mind.” Vi whispered, taking a portion of the chicken and eating it, you gave her a quick glare and swallowed hard, almost gagging on your tongue.

“Chihuahua stealing my food, just like I said.” Your mouth was full of food so your words were muffled. It was a gross, but Vi could handle that side of you. In fact, she seemed to accept everything you gave her.

“None of you got taught how to eat on the table, had you?” She started holding the space between her eyebrows, trying not to gain more expression lines while she saw the scene, even id her expression was saying something totally different, she was having fun with this, and she wouldn’t change it for anything.

“Fuck, I don’t care, I’m hungr-” You hissed, falling off the seat and crumbling on the floor. Vi choked before going to help you, Caitlyn’s face softened but for worse.

“You dirty little liar, I knew it.”The pinkhaired stammered, she got to your level, looking for your eyes only to find a painful expression, your irritated eyes tearing and your chest going up and down, she noticed how you pressed your palm hard on your stomach, and a giant red circle staining your top, spreading wide open. Her heart skipped a beat for almost two seconds, she couldn’t even talk or explain what was happening to cait, the fear powered over her whole body in a way she started sweating cold. She had lost so many things and now that war has ended she gets to loose you too? Not happening. Never. Quickly, she held you in her arms, placing you on the dinner table nearby.

And there goes womp womp chicken that swooped away and smashed on the floor.

“You cannot be serious, you are not made of steel!” Caitlyn urged with both fear and anger, she rushed behind her, looking at you. “Have you lost your mind!?” She yelled, her hands zipped down your top, revealing the ugly cut on your belly that looked like a bloody alien symbiont.

“Not so fast, ladies, what about the foreplay?” You breathed out, feeling your head spinning around and making you loose track of your words. Even at worst, you couldn’t take everything seriously.

“Shut up. Just shut up.” Caitlyn hissed, taking the top off you and placing it right over the surface with force so you wouldn’t bleed out. “Violet, call an ambulance.” She growled between teeth, and for the look in her face you knew you were SCREWED when you wake up after this.

You didnt noticed when Vi left the room, neither when the infection spread out, but come on, this is normal, you just needed five capsules of ibuprofen and you’ll be fine.

You choked on your saliva trying to laugh about the whole situation, and your hand placed on top of Caitlyn’s, her ocean eyes focused on you, the irises dilated, she wasnt having a good time. “I’m sorry, hun. The devil got me this time.” You started apologizing, realizing how much it hurted and your low chances to survive, your insides were burning and aching all over you, you couldn’t even move a finger without putting a lot of effort, everything was too buzzed to think straight.

“It’s okay, just.. Just don’t leave me, okay dear? Don’t you dare leaving us.” She scoffed, her arms trembling. You checked her out for a few seconds and whistled low. Her uniform suited her so well when she was tensed, the fabric sticked hard to her skin and made it look like fine porcelain.

“Nuh-uh, not with this view.” You joked a last time, earning a scolding from her that lasted long enough until the ambulance came.

Of course you didnt die, super soldiers never fall that easy, but looking at how far things have gone, these two were going to be the dead of you.

The air blowed against the window curtains on Kate’s house, the clock marked 3:00 in the morning and instead of sleeping, brilliant archer girl decided to put an end to this. To all of this.

Her raven hair was messy because of the handful of times she rolled over the bed, trying to get some rest, to dream of something different, but the only thing she got to see on those hazy memories was you, your face, your smile, how cute you were when you talked about your dreams and those shiny spots that mimicked the sun rays when you felt listened.

It was either you or the high-and-dry feeling she got after those nights in New York where she met Yelena. She still remembered the first time they met on that building, her face that carried all the burdens and pain on her expression, the shot she didn’t take, that conversation on the living room where Yelena scolded her for her cutlery, and how she disappeared without saying goodbye. She waited for a message, for something that could explain whatever happened between them for days, but nothing arrived. Part of her knew that could never be possible, it was just the heat of something that never started in the moment, but fuck, can you blame her?

It was messy, and really fucked up, one day Kate thought she finally got over her whateverthefuckhappened-ship and then the same whateverthefuckhappened-ship called her saying she’s the only person she trusted with all her life, that she missed her, and asking her to watch for an adult that can get by without a single scratch just because it’s the new love of her life. Surreal, isn’t it? What’s even more surreal, is that Kate accepted, not because of you, she didn’t really cared about you at that moment, what Kate really wanted with this was Yelena. She wanted her closeness again, her warmth, her scent and everything, and if you were going to be the price of it, she was willing to take it.

She was going to give up her dignity and respect for a kiss upon her shoulder, because despite all the years that passed after that, it was never over.

And now, she can’t beat the rich girl allegations when her sense of selfishness and pride to have more power than she needs are spread all over the table. She wanted Yelena, but she also wanted you, and no matter how twisted and stupid it sounds, this call would define how everything would end. Ride or die.

The phone buzzed for a few seconds, before Yelena finally picked it up, there was a lot of wind and static from the other side of the line, her voice finally broke the sudden noise, sending shivers down her spine.

“Do you know what time is it on this side of the world, Kate Bishop? You better be in an emergency or something that needs my assist…” Yelena said calmly, no, like she was having the best vacations of her life despite the moving circumstances on the background, Kate felt her heartbeat on the tip of her fingers, nervous.

“Yes! It is an emergency, but not a ‘someone’s shooting me!’ Emergency but a ‘I’m going to die’ emergency.” She answered quickly, not letting Yelena finish her sentence, she almost stumbled into her own words, making the blonde chuckle.

“You’re going to die doing what?” Yelena asked, not really worried.

“No, it’s not like that. I mean… This is killing me, everything, the plan, the patrols, the mission with her, the fact that you let me alone with her all the time. You asked me to keep an eye on her, right? Well I did! But..” Kate cuts herself for a second, realizing she was crying, she covered her mouth for a second and put the call on speaker so she could listen to Yelena while she sobbed in silence, trying not to make an scene of this. She didn’t wanted her pity. “Look, I’m a horrible person for this, I’m the worst friend of the world and Clint would kill me and take my bow if he knew of this”.

There was a huge silence from the other side of the line, Kate felt her heart drop to the floor, impatient, she cleared the tears of frustration off her face and waited with torture for everything, for a ‘Fuck you’ or a ‘What the fuck is wrong with you, Kate?’ But the only thing she got was a cocky laugh.

“You are not being direct, Kate Bishop. Go straight to the point.” And that’s how the archer blew up.

“Fuck, Yelena, I feel things! Romantic things, a lot of things for..” She stopped for a second, doubting on the stupid things she just said before whispering your name. “And I know it’s wrong because she’s your girlfriend and—and I love you, and I like her, and— Fuck. I feel like I’m betraying you everytime we laugh about something.” She verbally vomited the information, almost rapping and rambling about it. “I’m done with this, Lena. Look for someone else to play babysitting because I can’t stand it, I can’t be with her any longer without wanting it to be more than that.”

“Are you done, or do you want me to pass you a handkerchief?” She teased, totally dry about it. Oh, she was pissed, she was mad about it, Kate thought. She was going to make a hole on the floor for how many times the circled around it.

“Yes, I’m done. You can kill me when you come back..” She said, desolated.

“Kate Bishop, you’re so dramatic. You really think I’m that stupid?” Yelena scoffed, from the lack of background noise, she assumed the blonde went to a more private space, Kate was surprised of her words, sighing with a high pitch. This was getting serious. “I chose you because I know who you are and how you look at the things you like, or well.. Girls you like”.

This had to be a dream.

“Wait, what? What did you say? Waitwaitwait—” She stuttered, grabbing the phone quickly and putting it right beside her ear despite the speaker volume. She wasn’t believing this.

“I don’t care if you like my girl, Kate.” The blue-eyed girl dropped her jaw to the floor, her eyebrows were so raised she could feel them scratching the start of her hair roots. She knew Yelena was being serious when she didn’t said her whole name, it was like an ancient treasure. “As long as.. You’re the only one. I don’t want any creeps near her, but I know you. I know you’ll protect her with your life, just like you would protect me.” Yelena’s sarcastic demeanor went off, showing a more serious and compromising tone.

Kate licked her lips, her conflicted feelings were all gone, she was confused. If Yelena knew she was going to fall head over heels for you, then why ask HER to look for you? There was only one conclusion, no matter how crazy it sounded.

“Yelena.. Are you telling me you planned all this? You wanted me to like your girlfriend? Are you nuts? Is this even legal?” She crashed out, her sad tone became an angry one, her chest tightened as she felt.. Played? Somehow. It’s not that she didn’t wanted this, no, she was kind of relieved, but this was definitely not the way to do it.

“You know me, Bishop. It’s pure strategy, and you fell for it. Besides, you and I have some business to discuss.. I never forgot about what happened on that christmas, or you” Her russian accent thickened up, Kate’s breath hitched. “We have a lot to talk about… But not on the phone. We’ll do it the three of us. Wait for me to come back, and we’ll discuss about our relationship… And how she adds to us.”

“I.. Don’t know if I should be mad at you or kiss the screen.” Kate said, looking at the hour, 3:30 AM and she was still awake.

“That’s gross, Kate Bishop. Just don’t tell her anything yet, she’ll take it better when we say it together” Yelena ordered, there was a different voice calling her from the other side of the line, her time was up.

“Yeah, sure”She nodded, swallowing up her anger for later.

“See you later, partner.”

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