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Once Clint confirmed Kate was asleep, he slipped out the apartment and headed toward the only person who might hold answers to his assassin problem. The cab ride left him tangled in a web of thoughts, so lost in them he didn't notice the car had stopped until then driver cleared his throat sharply. Clint blinked, muttered an apology and shoved a few bills into the man's hand before climbing out. 

The night air was crisp, biting at his lungs as he scanned the street. That gnawing feeling lingered, the sense he wasn't alone. He'd been careful, taking the bus, then the subway and only catching a cab at the last leg, hoping to shake off anyone who might be trying to tail him. The last thing he needed was another fight, not with his shoulder still screaming in protest and especially not here in this neighborhood. 

Rounding the corner onto a familiar street, his instincts sharpened. His hand closed firmly around his bowl as the sensation of being followed grew stronger. Slowing his pace, he listened then spun sharply around. In one motion, he drew an arrow and raised the bow, his gaze locking on the shake ducking clumsily behind a small bush. 

A grimace crosses his face as pain shot through his shower, he lowered the weapon with a heavy exhale as recognition settled in. 

"Kate," He called out, voice edged with both a relief and exasperation. "Come on out." 

"Hey, partner..." Kate crept out from behind the bush, guilt written all over her crocked smile. "Fancy seeing you here." 

Clint rolled his eyes, " I thought you were asleep?" 

"Had to look out for my partner," Kate said with a half-shrug, n trying to disguise the nervous guilt on her face, "Backup, remember? You're not exactly at a hundred percent with that shoulder and somebody's got to keep you from getting you from getting yourself killed... again." 

Clint sighed, the sound heavy and tired. He knew he should've waited a few minutes out the door before leaving. "Follow me and keep." He turned on his heel, Kate jogging a few steps to match his pace. 

"So what are we doing? Is this another person we should be worried about? Are we gonna-" 

"Kate," He cut in sharply, voice low, "quiet. Just for now." 

She bit her lip, the questions still buzzed on the tip of her tongue as the white house came into view. It stood tall and pale against the dark sky, framed by wrought-iron fencing whose shadows seemed to twist like living things. Clint paused at the gate, unlocking it and slipping thought, waiting for Kate before closing it with a metallic snap. 

The gravel crunched beneath their boots as they crossed the driveway. Each step seemed to echo louder than the last as though the house itself was listening. The porch loomed above the, the pain weathered yet strangely pristine, like it resisted time itself. Clint raised his fist, ready to knock when the door swings open. He lowered his hand slowly, offering the figure inside a faint, wary smile. Beside him, Kate froze, wide-eyed. 

"Anyone follow you?" You asked, voice calm but carrying an unearthly resonance. Your gaze flickered past them, scanning the street before you opened the door wider. 

"Other than this one? No." Clint muttered, jerking a thumb toward Kate as he stepped inside. Kate stumbling in after him, her eyes darting everywhere. 

The door shut with a whisper, the lock sliding into place on its own. You brushed your fingers across the wood and at once a rippled of blood orange colored light spread through the wall- its silence deeper, heavier, until the warden settled like a cloak. 

Inside, shadows clung to the corners despite the glow of candlelight. Shelves brimmed with tomes bound in cracked leather, their spines etched with symbols that seemed to shift when looked at too long. Crystals hummed faintly on the mantel, casting fragments of color across the ceiling. A faint scent of incense and ash curled in the air, leaving Kate with the dizzying sense of stepping into another world. 

"Y-you're.. Y/n Hellstrom," Kate finally breathed, voice trembling with disbelief. 

You chuckled softly, the sound reverberating like it belonged to the house itself. "I am. And you must be Kate Bishop." 

"She knows my name," Kate whispered to Clint, stunned. 

Clint groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Yeah, kid. She knows everything." 

"Not everything." You settled into the recliner, the leather creaking beneath you. On the coffee table, you abandoned book still laid open, chamomile tea gone cold besides it. You crossed one leg over the other and fixed your gaze on Clint. "So, you mentioned something about a Black Widow assassin hired to kill you." 

Clink sank into the couch, shoulders tight, while Kate dropped down beside him. He clasped his hands, staring at them for a long second before lifting his eyes to you. 

"About that..." His voice was low, weighted. "it's not just a Black Widow. It's Yelena." 

The name hit like a stone. You stared back at him, face unreadable as you tried to process. "Yelena?"

"Yeah." Clint nodded. 

"I spoke with her yesterday," Kate cut in quickly, drawing your attention. You eyes flickered to hers, silently telling her to keep going. 

"Uh.. well, she kind of.. snuck into my apartment," Kate admitted, shifting under the weight of both your stares."Started going on about never being to New York, about American Christmases and all that. Which I would have to say that it's incredibly sa-" 

"Kate." Clint's warning cut in. 

"Right. Sorry." She swallowed. "She told me someone hired to kill him." Kate's eyes flicked nervously to Clint. "She.. she thinks Clint is the reason Natasha's dead." 

Clint's jaw clenched. He leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees. "What did you tell her.. about Natasha?" 

Your fingers toyed with the ring still circling your finger, a habit you couldn't break. "What you told me.. that she sacrificed herself. What else is there to say? You didn't give me much details." 

Kate's brow furrowed, confusion deepening. "Hold on." She raised her hands. "Why would you tell Yelena? Shouldn't that have come from Clint? No offense." She gestured toward him. "I mean, you two were Avengers together, girl power and all that." A nervous chuckle escaped her, followed quickly by an awkward cough. "But, uh... Clint and Natasha were best friends." 

A dry laugh left your throat, laced with sarcasm. "Well, I was her wife. So I think that puts me slightly ahead, don't you?" You twisted the ring slowly, bitterness tightening your words. "The meant it fell to me to tell my sister-in-law that her sister was gone." 

Kate's mouth fell open, stunned. "Wow. I.. I wouldn't have suspected that." 

"No one did." Your voice soften, though that ace behind it stayed sharp. "We kept it from everyone. Even our coworkers." Your gaze flicked toward Clint. "Except for him, of course." 

The room grew heavy again, the candles flickering in the corners as if they too, remembered. 

Clint looked down, his chest tightening at the thought of Natasha. "What did she say?" He asked, dragging the conversation back on track. 

"Nothing, she just walked out." 

"She just walked out? Without a word?" Clint's eyes snapped back to you, searching for something more. 

"Yeah. I didn't hear from her again until I had Nadia." 

Kate blinked, confusion flickering across her face. You caught it and clarified softly, "My daughter." 

"Oh.. congratulations." Kate offered a small smile, though the crease inherent brow didn't vanish. The timeline didn't make sense to her. Natasha had only been gone for a year. 

You sighed, recognizing the thought on her face. "She's mine and Natasha's daughter." 

Kate's eyes widened, the weight of it crashing down on her. "Oh.. wow." The was all she could manage. The idea that Natasha had left world without meeting her child left her rattled. 

"So she really didn't say anything? She just vanished?" Clint pressed again, disbelief in his voice. 

"Yes, Clint. She didn't say anything." Your tone sharpened. "What could she say? She already knew before I got the chance to tell her. Whoever she was with when the Blip happened told her Natasha was gone. So no- I didn't get to break the news and there weren't many details to give." You fixed him with a pointed stare. "I told her what you told me. That Natasha sacrificed herself." 

"She knows weren't there," Kate interjected, hesitantly. 

"Yeah. She asked if I was with her." You nodded toward Clint. "I told her it was him." 

"So she did say something," Clint argued. 

Your patience snapped. "She asked one question, Clint. One. And if she'd asked anything else, I wouldn't have been able to answer anyway because you were so damn tight lipped about what happened." The anger bubbled hot in your chest. You weren't sure who it was aimed at- Clint, Yelena, Natasha or fate itself but it burned all the same. 

Kate shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her eyes bouncing between the two of you. 

Clint sighed heavily, dragging a hand down his face, "There's nothing much to say, Y/n. We fought. She won." 

"Won?" You laughed bitterly, the sound of void of humor. 

Clint shut his eyes, regret flashing across his features. "That's not what I meant. She's... she was too good." 

Your jaw clenched as your thumb played at the wedding ring still circling your finger. "She was good," You whispered, the finality of the word slicing through the room. Silenced followed, heavy as lead. Natasha's death had been the most confusing, heartbreaking wound of your life and that was saying something. She had been everything — your anchor, your chance at redemption, the proof that you could be better. 

Taking a long breath, you force your gaze away from the ring and back to Clint and Kate. "So, do you two have a plan yet?" 

"No, not really." Kate admitted, noticing Clint's silence. 

"Okay, well, I don't kn-" 

"Do you think you can talk to her?" Clint cuts in suddenly. 

You shot him a look sharp enough to cut grass. "Are you serious? If you think Natasha was stubborn, Yelena is a whole other level and I doubt she wants me in the middle of this." 

"Um, I'd like the chime in here," Kate said carefully, raising her hand like she was back in class. "She told me not to stand in her way and honestly.. I believe her." 

You arched a brow at Clint, "There you have it. I can't talk her down but I can help you, however you need me." 

Clint nodded slowly, "Right now the only plan is to make it out alive and keep this one out of it." He tipped his head toward Kate, who offered a sheepish smile. 

He glanced at the clock on the wall and stood, Kate following suit. "We should go. It's late." 

You rose as well. Clint lingered for a moment, looking at you. "I'll call if anything happens." His voice was quiet, almost reluctant. For a second, he seemed to debate a hug but stopped himself. You caught the hesitation and ignored it. Some wounds didn't need to be reopened. Your relationship with Clint had been rocky even before Natasha's death. Nothing would repair it now. Better to leave it unsaid. 

Instead, you walked them to the door, unlocking it with a quiet twist of magic. Kate looked stunned when you gave her an extra, warmer farewell, as though she wasn't sure what to do with it. Clint, as always, remained steady, unreadable. 

Once they stepped out, you closed the door and swept your hand across the frame. The wards slid back into place with a hum, locking the house in layered protection. You lingered a moment, staring at the glowing runes that faded back into invisibility. 

Taking a deep breath, you gave another sweep of your hand. The candles flickered once, then snuffed out, leaving the house cloaked in soft shadows. The book and half-finished tea on the coffee table were left behind, forgotten. You moved slowly toward the stairs, each step dragging as though the weight of your thoughts had doubled.

The upstairs hallway glowed faintly, warm light spilling from sconces as you passed. When you reached your room, the heaviness eased, just a little. You crossed quietly to the crib near your bed and peeked inside.

There she was, peaceful, unbothered, wrapped in dreams untouched by the world's cruelties. For a moment, everything else melted away. Your chest loosened as you drank in every detail: the way her lashes fanned against her cheeks, the tiny rise and fall of her chest, the little sigh that left her lips.

Leaning down, you let your finger trace the soft curve of her rosy cheek. She stirred faintly, one small hand lifting to rest atop her curls of red hair. The sight made you smile despite the heaviness pressing you down. She was Natasha's mirror, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Sometimes you still couldn't believe she was real. The pregnancy had been grueling, full of heartbreak and dashed hopes, yet you would endure it all again a thousand times. You remembered every step of the journey; appointments, needles, the fragile excitement every time you tested, the ache of miscarriages, the despair that crept closer each time hope slipped through your fingers.

But Natasha never lost hope. It had been her idea first, her voice steady when she said she wanted a child. You had laughed bitterly then, convinced she was joking, until you saw the unwavering seriousness in her eyes. Kids had been a distant dream, something you both had whispered about in the rare quiet moments but you hadn't thought it would come so soon. Not with the world falling apart, not with the Sokovia Accords fracturing the team, not after the Blip.

You brushed your daughter's cheek one last time before straightening. The heaviness returned, settling like stone on your shoulders as you readied yourself for bed.

You and Natasha had searched for answers, for even the slimmest chance to undo what had happened, to bring everyone back. But every lead had been a dead end, and despair crept closer. Between the two of you, it was always you who tried to pull sparks of joy into the darkness, even when joy felt impossible.

But envy had begun to fester. Watching others move on so easily twisted something in you. Tony, especially how quickly he and Pepper had found their new normal, raising their daughter in peace while the rest of the world remained fractured. You envied him, and you hated yourself for it. You couldn't decide if you were angry at how easily he carried on... or because he had built the family you and Natasha had dreamed of. Or maybe because it felt like he'd left you all behind.

Another sigh escaped you as you crawled into bed, the sheets cold against your skin. You turned to your side, eyes falling on the empty space beside you. A year later, you still weren't used to it; the silence, the absence, the hollow place where she used to be.

Rolling onto your back, you stared at the ceiling until the edges blurred. Slowly, unbidden, a memory began to rise, pulling you under...

(Flashback – March 2023)

"I'm sorry, what?" You blinked at Natasha, certain you hadn't heard her right. This had been the second time you asked her to repeat what she said after you had laughed the first time. 

"I want to have a baby," she repeated, slower this time, as if steadying herself against your reaction.

Your heart skipped. "Where is this coming from?"

Natasha only shrugged and sat down beside you on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. She reached for your hands, threading her fingers through yours. Her grip was firm, but her thumb brushed circles across your skin with a gentleness that almost broke you.

"I'm not saying I'm ready to give up on bringing everyone back," she admitted, voice quiet but clear. "But I also know we can't keep stalling because of promises we made before everything fell apart. I don't want to keep waiting for a perfect moment that may never come." Her eyes searched yours, glistening with unshed tears. "And more than anything..I don't want to lose you."

Your throat tightened. You squeezed her hands, frowning. "Natasha, you're not going to lose me."

She shook her head, her white and red hair slipping forward across her face. "I see the way you look at families when we're out. When we pass parents with strollers, or couples teaching their kids how to ride a bike." She let out a shaky breath. "I know our promise was to wait until things settled down, but... when will that ever be? There's always going to be this" Her voice broke, raw and unguarded. "I don't want you to wait forever. I can't let you."

Tears stung your eyes as you reached up, brushing her cheek with the back of your hand. "You think I don't see you?" you whispered. "Every time you hold a baby in your arms, every time you get quiet when you see someone else's family.. I see it, Natasha. You want this too."

Natasha let the tears fall. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to yours. "I do. More than I ever thought I would. And if we keep putting it off, I'm scared we'll lose the chance."

Silence stretched between you, filled only by the sound of your mingled breathing. For the first time, you allowed yourself to picture it; a child with Natasha's fiery hair or your eyes, her strength and your stubbornness. A piece of the two of you that the world couldn't take away.

Your lips curved into the faintest smile. "Okay," you whispered. "Then let's do it. Let's stop waiting."

Natasha's breath hitched, and she kissed you softly, reverent, a promise in the press of her lips. When she pulled back, there was a light in her eyes you hadn't seen in years.

(Flashback ends)

The memory lingered like warmth in your chest, even as the ache of her absence crept in. You smiled faintly, closing your eyes, letting the thought of her steady you. Wrapped in that fragile happiness, you finally let sleep claim you.

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"We're all gonna die."

You chuckled softly at Clint's voice crackling through the comms as you parked your car, stepping out into the cold night air. Pulling your coat tighter, you made your way toward the Rockefeller ice skating rink. Clint had called earlier, giving you a rushed briefing; Kate's mom tied to Yelena's contract, the Tracksuit mafia circling, a plan involving a handful of allies you barely had time to register. You'd wanted to dive in, but you knew better. If Yelena saw you, she'd drag you out of the fight, and you couldn't risk derailing her mission or Clint's. Still, you came. You had to.

As you approached, Kate's voice carried faintly over the comms: "Timber!"

The massive Christmas tree toppled onto the ice with a thunderous crack, scattering the Tracksuit mafia. Clint slid out from beneath it, scrambling to his feet just as more men swarmed the rink. Kate followed, sliding across the ice and loosing an arrow into the control box, filling the rink with smoke.

You whispered an incantation, slipping into invisibility. It ached not to blast through the mafia yourself, but you stayed hidden. If Yelena was near, she'd sense you and that was a confrontation you couldn't risk. She was your wife's sister, and no matter what happened, her safety came before anything else.

Once the Tracksuits were down, you circled the rink. Clint's voice rose above the chaos. You caught sight of Yelena, barreling across the ice. 

She slammed into Clint, tackling him hard before springing up again.

Heart hammering, you climbed over the barrier, your boots careful against the slick surface as you edged closer.

"Before I kill you," Yelena panted, standing over Clint, "I need to ask you one question."

Clint, on his knees, looked up at her, bruised and breathless. "It's nice to finally meet you, Yelena."

Her grip tightened on her baton. "I need to know what happened."

Clint's shoulders sagged. "If I told you, you'd never believe me. But you need to know, your sister sacrificed herself. She saved the world." His voice cracked. "I'm sorry."

Yelena shook her head, eyes flashing with grief and fury. "You're lying."

"What?"

"You're pathetic." She repeated the words like venom, then lashed out, boot slamming into his chest. He grunted, staggering. Another kick sent him sprawling.

On his knees again, Clint caught her shoulders, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Nobody killed her. She made a choice."

"Stop lying!" Yelena roared, breaking free. A punch cracked across Clint's jaw, a knee slammed into his face. She moved like fury embodied, every strike sharper than the last. 

Clint tried to counter, twisting her arm into a headlock. "She sacrificed herself. Understand? I couldn't stop her."

Yelena wrenched free, flipping him onto the ice. Her baton cracked across his ribs, drawing a cry from him. She leveled her gun, hands steady despite the tremble in her lips.

"Yelena!" Your voice cut through the air, your body shimmering back into visibility as you stepped forward.

She whipped her head toward you, gun still aimed at Clint. "Y/n? What the hell are you doing here? This isn't safe."

"Lena," you said softly, a sad smile trembling on your lips. "You know why I'm here."

"This is between me and Barton." Her voice shook, brittle with rage and grief. "You have nothing to do with this."

"But I do." Your tone sharpened, the weight of your words cutting through the cold air. "Because he's telling you the truth. And if anyone would know, it's me. You know how much Nat meant to me. If I thought for even a second Clint had hurt her, he wouldn't be standing here now."

"Not you too," she whispered, her composure cracking. Her chin trembled, eyes flashing with tears she refused to let fall. "Don't tell me you believe him. You don't see it.. he's lying. He's always lying."

"Yelena, look at me." Your own voice broke now, heavy with grief. "I've hated him too. I wanted to blame him just as badly as you do. But I knew Natasha. And I know what she was capable of. She made that choice, Lena. Not him."

Yelena shook her head hard, denial rattling her entire frame. Her hands quivered on the gun, torn between fury and heartbreak. "No. No, she wouldn't leave me. Not again. She wouldn't leave us."

"She didn't leave you." Your tears finally spilled, hot against your cold cheeks. "She loved you more than anything. That's why she did it, so you could live. So all of us could."

Her breath hitched, shoulders caving under the weight of your words. The rage that had been driving her faltered, leaving behind raw, shaking grief. For the first time, you saw the little sister who had lost everything, not just the assassin trained to kill.

"Lena, you know me. You know how much Nat meant to me." Your voice cracked, your chest tightening as tears welled in your eyes. The grief pressed like a fist around your heart, but you forced yourself to stay steady. "If someone had taken her from me, do you really think I'd let them keep walking this earth?"

You shook your head, voice trembling but firm. "You know what I would've done. What I promised you I'd do."

Her eyes flickered, remembering the first time you swore that nothing and no one would touch Natasha without facing you first.

"And I kept that promise. I would never lie to you, especially about this." Tears spilled down your cheeks. "I had doubts too. I wanted to hate him. But deep down, I knew.. Natasha wouldn't have let anyone make that choice for her. She did it herself."

"She talked about you all the time, Yelena," Clint rasped, pushing himself upright, his voice cutting through the silence.

Yelena's eyes snapped to him, glistening. "She did?"

"Yeah," you whispered, voice breaking. "That's how I knew your name before you ever told me."

Yelena's hands trembled around the gun. "What did she say?"

Clint's breath shuddered. "She told me about the plane. How you were separated as kids. I asked if she was scared. She said she wasn't…because she knew you were safe. That never changed. She loved you, Yelena. More than anything."

A sob tore from her throat. "You both... you both got so much time with her."

"Yes," Clint admitted, eyes downcast. "We did."

"It shouldn't have gone this way." Her voice cracked. "If I had been there, I could've stopped it. I could've changed it."

"Nothing would've stopped her," Clint whispered.

"And she would never have let you sacrifice yourself." Your words came out hoarse, thick with grief. 

Yelena trembled, lips quivering. "I loved her so much."

"Us too," you murmured, the words trembling out as tears burned down your cheeks. It wasn't just an answer to her confession, it was your own grief breaking free, your love for Natasha laid bare. For a moment, the pain between you and Yelena felt the same, binding you together in the loss of the person you both loved most.

For a long moment, the rink was silent but for the echo of sobs. Then Yelena exhaled shakily, holstering her gun. She stepped forward, offering Clint a hand. 

He took it, wincing as she hauled him up. "I'm sorry," he said again, voice raw.

Yelena gave a tight nod before turning to you. In an instant, her arms wrapped around you, her face pressing into your neck. You held her fiercely, chin resting on her hair, unwilling to let go. Clint started to step back, relief loosening his shoulders. 

Until the whistle cut through the night.

All three of you froze.

Yelena's arms dropped as her head whipped toward the sound. You followed her gaze, as did Clint. From the shadows at the edge of the rink, a familiar figure stepped into view.

"No fucking way," Clint breathed, disbelief etched across his face.

"Wait wait please don't do this" The man begged the figure in front of him, "Why not?" The figure asked, putting the gun down, "Why shouldn't I fucking beat you?"

"B-because I haven't done anything wrong" The man sobs, as he wiggles in the chair he was retrained in. The person chuckles darkly, pulling out their phone then turning it around showing the man, a live feed of you in your room, naked and spread out on your bed as you fucked yourself, "Wrong! You touched what's mine!"

"What? N-no I haven't. I haven't touched anything! I swear!" The man says, "But you were going to, right?" The figure steps into the light, the man's eyes grow in fear and disgust, fear that he had messed with the infamous 'Scarlet Witch', the most scariest mob bosses out there.

"I-I wasn't! Even If I was why doesn't it matter!!" The man yelled in her face, "She's not yours!!! All you are is her step mom! What the fuck is this?! Huh?!" He screams in rage, shaking his chair as he wiggles around aggressively as Wanda watches him unamused, "What the fuck is this?!! You're a sick fuck you know that!! Wanting to fuck your husbands daughter!! Sick fu-" His words were cut off when Wanda points the gun to his head, shooting him instantly, as his blood covers half of her face and on her close.

"Clean this shit up" She tells the guys around her, putting her gun in her waistband as she walks out, walking to her car and getting in. "Drive" Is all she said to the driver. Feeling the car move, she pulls out your boyfriend's phone seeing a message that was sent right now from you, unlocking the phone, Wanda scoffs at the lack of password. She opens the messages and holds in a moan seeing a nude photo of you, showing your beautiful breast, teasing a little, you covered your mound with your hand.

The phone beeps and Wanda sees a video was sent now, playing it, her mouth waters, it was a video of your playing with your wet pussy, thrusting your fingers in yourself, moaning loudly, "Daddy, hurry up. I want my pussy to be filled already. Want you cock stretching me and filling me up" You whimper, pulling out your wet fingers, and rub your clit, "Need you badly, daddy. Hurry" You say last before the video ends.

Wanda clenches her jaw, jealousy filled her body, "Faster" She tells the driver as she uses the phone, sending you a message pretending to be him, 'Be there in 5. Unlock the door and wait by it on your knees'

She rolls down the window, breaking the phone then throwing it out before shutting the window close. Once home, she quickly gets off walking up to the door, a grin grew in her face as she turns the knob finding it unlocked. The redhead walks in and spots you naked, kneeling on the floor. You look up and gasp in fear, about to stand up when Wanda shakes her finger ‘no’, kicking the door shut, “No need to get up, baby”

“I- Wanda, w-what happened? Is that blood on your face?” You asked her, eyes full of fear as she walks cover to your, “Yes. It is. I had to get rid of a problem, it’s taken care of now and it won’t ever be a problem again” She tells you, a grin still plastered on her face.

Forgetting you were still naked on, you move to cover yourself with your hands, Your step mom shakes her head at you, “No need to cover yourself, detka”

“I-i need to, you’re my step mom, Wanda” You tell her, looking down embarrassed as you used your hands to cover up as much as you can which wasn’t a lot, too scared to get up, “But you look so pretty like this. Don’t cover yourself” She says, crouching down in front of you causing you to jump, “Awe, I’m sorry for scaring you, baby. I just wanted a close look at that beautiful pussy you have between your legs” She grins as you gasp trying to cover it.

The redhead sighs and pulls out her gun causing you to gasp again, this time in fear, “You see baby, daddy has had such a stressful day and she’s not really in the mood to play these games with you” She presses the gun under your chin, “So when I tell you to not cover yourself up, you do as told”

Shaking, you move your hands off your body, planing them on your thighs, tears starting to roll down your cheeks, “Aw no, baby. Don’t cry” Wanda coos, “Daddy just wants you to listen. I won’t hurt you, at least not in the way you think” She moves the gun down your throat and to your chest causing you to shiver, she smirks noticing, “See baby, you like it. My dirty girl. Do you like daddy running her gun down your body?”

When you don’t answer, the mob boss puts the gun back under your chin, “Answer me. Now. I’m not gonna ask again”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod in tears, “Yes, I like it”

“Yes, what?” Wanda runs the gun down your body again, making her to your core, “Yes Oh-daddy” You gasp feeling her rub the tip of the gun on your clit, biting your lip, you grind against it a little causing the redhead to break out in a smirk.

“You gonna fuck yourself on my gun, baby? You wanna cum all over it?” She asked watching your hips move, you nod whimper as you continue to rub yourself on it, she pulls the gun away, “Too bad. Daddy wants to fuck you with her cock first” She places the gun on the side table before standing up, “Get up”

Quickly, you get up and wait for more instructions, “Stand in front of the door, hands on it, stick out your ass a little” She commands as she unbuckles her pants, watching as you did as told, pulling out her strap, she walks over to you. Wanda looks down and moans at the sight, “You are soaked, baby” She places her hand on your entrance, feeling your slick cover her fingers as they began to tear your hole, you push yourself against her hand.

“And to think I was going to have you suck my cock to get it nice and wet” She chuckles pulling her hand away causing you to whine, “Bu-behave.” She harshly lays her hand on your ass, painting it red, “As I was saying, but you don’t need it” She uses her wet hand and rubs your wetness all over it. She aims the tip of the strap towards your entrance and slowly pushes it in, a gasp breaking from your lips.

Once filled up, you pant as your stomach have you a weird feeling, “D-daddy, this is wrong” You tell her as she slowly begins to fuck you, Wanda chuckles, “You’re talking again? I swear I thought you went dumb when I filled you up” She grabs your waist, watching the strap come in and out of you, “It’s not wrong, princess. Don’t act like you don’t want this”

Her thrust becoming faster as she pushes you up against the door, hands coming up and cupping your boobs, “You want this as much as I do” She pants in your ear, “Don’t think for one minute, I never saw the looks you gave me or when you accidentally called your boyfriend daddy but looked at me when you said it” She pound hard into you, “Speaking of boyfriends. Guess who’s blood is on me” She mocks, a moan escapes your mouth.

“You dirty fucking slut, look at you getting turned on about daddy killing your boyfriend” The redhead pants, moving off of your back, grabbing your hands and putting them behind your back, holding your wrists as your face presses against the door.

“You love daddy killing for you. Killing someone who dares touch what’s mine” She continues pounding into you, slapping your ass a few times, leaving it bright red, “Love it, daddy. Love it so much, turns me on” You mumble against the door, loving the way she fucked you, tears still rolling down your cheeks

“Of course, you do. You’re a fucking whore” Wanda laughing mockingly at you, slapping your ass again, “But you’re my whore”

“Yours” You hiss as she lays her hand on your ass, “Fuck. Daddy I’m close, I’m so close. Please let me cum, daddy” You babble to her, as you felt yourself build up to your climax, “Only because it’s Valentine’s day and this cock was supposed to be a surprise for you but that’s okay” Wanda moans feeling the strap hit her clit, “This is so much better than what I had planned”

You whimper, you eyes shutting close as you imagine what she was going to do, was she going to climb into your bed as you slept and fuck in your sleep? Was she gonna wake you up and make her suck her cock? Was she going to wake you up by eating you out, all the questions rounded you up, causing you to cum hard all over her cock as you moaned loudly.

“Such a good girl, baby” Wanda coos, fucking your through your climax. She plants kisses on your shoulder as she lets go of your wrist, holding you by your hips. Once calm, she slowly pulls out of you, a whine escapes your throat before it was quickly replace with a yelp as she turns your around, grabbing your from behind your thighs and pull you up, carrying you to the touch.

Throwing you on the couch, you yelp again as Wanda puts her knee down under your leg throwing it around her hip as she kept her foot planted on the floor for support, grabbing your other leg and throwing that one around her other hip then without a warning, she slams into you, pounding you into the couch. Arching your back, you open your mouth in a silent gasp, your eyes locking with a picture on the wall. It was a picture of your dad, Wanda and you after their wedding. Guilt start to flood into you, thinking about how you're betraying your father by letting his wife fuck you.

A hand grabs your jaw, pulling your head down, you lock eyes with dark green ones, behind the lust, you saw love and that was when you let it all go. You let go of her being your dad's wife, you let go of her being your step mom, you let go of those titles and saw her for the woman you first noticed that day in the coffee shop. All you saw was her and felt she guilt rush out of you.

You wrap around around around her shoulders, squeezing her waist with your legs, you leaned up and licked some of the blood off of her cheek, grinning when you head Wanda let out a small moan. "Fuck you're so sexy, baby" She moves her hand off of your jaw and down to your neck, grabbing it as she pounds into you harder, giving a little squeeze to your neck.

“You’re fucking me so good, daddy” You whimper in her ear, placing your hands on her shoulder and digging your nails in it as she moves a little causing her to go deeper in you. Your brain feels fuzzing, a sense of knowing began to fade as your eyes roll back into your head, stars popping out out as you arch your back, cumming hard on her cock, a serotonin rush flowing through you, more tears pouring out of your eyes.

Wanda fucks you through it, noticing the way you felt so calm and relax, so much in a daze that made her feel so good for behind able to her you to reach your subspace. You whimper, nuzzling your face in her neck as you grind against her feeling her stop, “Again, daddy. Want more, please. Want your cock”

“Hold on, baby. Daddy wants to go somewhere more comfortable” She coos, wrapping her arm under your ass as she lifts you up with her, still deep inside of you. You mewl grinding yourself on the strap, loving the way one of her buttons on her shirt, flicked against your clit. Wanda holds your close as she walks upstairs and up to your room, once in your room, she reaches down and pulls out of you, a whine comes out of your mouth. The mob boss shushes you, laying you in the bed, “All fours now” She demands watching as you did as told, quickly taking off her clothes before coming behind you.

Without a warning, she slams into you grabbing your hips causing you to squeak than moan as she starts thrusting into you, “Yes!! Fuck me hard daddy!!” You arch you backed gripping onto the bed covers, Wanda grabs a hold of your hair, pulling you up to her chest, using her other hand to wrap it around your neck, “So fucking beautiful, baby. Getting fucked out by your daddy, I bet your brain is mushed now” She mocks you as you nod your head fast.

“You love daddy, don’t you?” She asked, squeezing your neck as she plants kisses on your wet cheeks, smirking as she sees you have a ghostly smile, “Love daddy, love daddy’s cock” You mumble, laying your head back onto her shoulder, grinding yourself against, already feeling close.

“Yeah? You love daddy’s cock, slutty girl” Wanda coos, slamming into you deep and fast, “I love the way it stretches your slutty hole out, love the way it feels you up so much, that i can see the bugle on your stomach from how deep i’m in you” She plants a few kisses on you, loving the taste of your tears in her mouth, “Daddy, gonna-” You sentence never finished as a moaned came out of your mouth instead as you came hard on her cock for the third time. She continues pounding into you, chasing after her own climax which soon approaches, “Fuck” She gasp in your ear.

The redhead stays still, letting you both calm down from your highs before pulling out and climbing into bed, sitting up. Weakly, you crawl over to her, straddling her lap, reaching between the both of you to hold up the strap and sinking onto it. Laying your head on her shoulder, you mewl as you bounce yourself on her fake cock, “Feels so good” You mumble hazily.

“Keep going, baby. Keep bouncing on daddy’s cock, your doing so well” She helps you, holding your hips as she moves with you, “Daddy, more” You whine. The mob boss plants her feet on the bed, holding you up by your ass and pounds into you hard. “Yes!! Yes, fuck me. Feels so good daddy, filling me so good. Fuck your whore so good” You sobbed into her, Eyes rolling back, you dissolve into pleasure, shaking and whimpering.

Wanda carefully takes you off the strap, laying you down before getting between your spread legs. She spreads your lips, gathering up saliva then spitting right on your pussy, spreading it out with her fingers before pressing her mouth on you. Her tongue going deep inside of you, licking out as much cum as she can, using her thumb, she rubs your hard bud. You whimper as you felt your climax begin to build up again, Wanda hums into you, tongue fucking you as she rubs your clit hard, a huge gush fills up her mouth as you came again, your body slump as you pass out.

She continues cleaning you up before taking her tongue out of you, pressing a few kisses on your thighs. She gets out of bed, taking the strap off throwing it on the floor before going to grab a towel and coming right back. Carefully, she cleans you up, wiping you everywhere before putting you under the covers, taking off the wet blanket, she grabs a fresh one throwing it over you and climbing into the bed with you. Still sleeping, you mumble something and snuggle into her side, laying your head on her chest, Wanda smiles kissing your head as she rubs your back, “I love you, detka” She whispers to you before going into her own dreamland.

The next day you woke up to yourself snuggled up into Wanda's side, the blanket thrown over your naked bodies. Looking up at Wanda, you saw that she still had the now dried blood on her face, her knuckles were also still covered in blood as well as bruises. Carefully crawling out of bed, you winced at the pain between you legs as you walked into your bathroom, you noticed she took off the wet blanket and cleaned you up. Wetting a small towel, you climb back into bed, resting on your knees as you softly and carefully began to clean up the blood on Wanda's face.

Wanda stirs feelings something in her, opening her eyes, seeing you hovering over her, she gives you a sleepy smile, "Hi, baby. What are you doing?" Her voice husked, a little bit of her Sokavian accent coming out making you wet instantly.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you answered, continuing to wipe her face, "I-i'm cleaning the blood off of you, you must of forgot about it"

"I did" Wanda takes her arm out from under the covers, placing. her hand on your thigh, "Thank you, baby, you are such a sweet girl for taking care of daddy"

Blushing, you moved your hand away from her face, looking down at your lap, "You don't regret last night?" You asked, Wanda frowns sitting up, placing two fingers under your chin, she lifts up your head, "No, I don't regret it at all. I wouldn't have done something like that if I didn't want you. Everything I said last night was 100 percent true. I've had my eyes on you for a while and as messed up as it might sound, I only married your father for you. To get close to you and I hoped that you would want me the way I want you" She confesses to you.

"I do. I do want you that way" You tell her, looking at her with doe eyes, "I've always wanted you, I just thought you wouldn't want me so I tried to move on" You confessed yourself, Wanda moves her hand from your chin to your cheek, cupping it, "Well you know that I want you now and we can be together" She says,

Looking nervously at her, you play with your fingers, "What about my dad?" You asked, Wanda strokes your cheek, to calm you, "I'll take care of it"

"No. You don't understand. What if he hurts you or something" You says, tears begin to form in your eyes, Wanda frowns at the sight, "Detka, he won't hurt me, trust me" She confirmed, noticing your lack of response, she speaks, "Love, does he hurt you?"

You swallow as your lip begins to wobble, you nod your head as your croak out a "Yes"

Wanda takes a deep breath, trying to control her anger towards her husband, "Don't worry, baby. Daddy will take of it.." She leaned forward pressing her lips on yours, "and daddy will take care of you"

"Promise?"

"I promise" She presses her lips against you once more, the kiss lasting longer than the first, you felt Wanda move up on her knees, not breaking the kiss once, she pushes you down causing the kiss to then break. You fix yourself, spreading your legs for her to move into. She lays between them, kissing your inner thighs, "Right now, daddy is going to take care of you down here"

Biting your lip and turning your head to the side, you noticed her pocket knife at the edge of the bed, grabbing it, you stopped her from going any further, "Daddy wait"

The redhead stops immediately, looking up at you, "What's wrong?" She asked, getting up a little. You open the knife and had it to her, "Make me yours"

Grabbing the knife, she looks at it, then your thigh and back to you, "You want me to.."

You nod, bitting your bottom lip softly, Wanda smirks at you, "I knew there was something in you" She says before turning her attention to your inner thigh. Holding the knife to it, she begins to carve out her initials. You squeeze your eyes shut, grabbing ahold of the sheet as you tried your hardest to not scream.

Once she was done, she kitten licks the some of the blood that dripped down, causing your pussy to throb at the sight. The mob boss grins down at her initials then looks up at you, "Now you're officially mine, baby"

"All yours, daddy" You giggle leaning up on your elbows, looking at the craving, she goes back down, licking more of the blood before making her way to your wet pussy, licking from the bottoms up to your clit, taking the hard bud in her mouth.

Letting out a moan, you reach down tangling your fingers in her hair as she eats you out. An evil grin appears on your face. You finally had her and she had you.

The coffee shop wasn't the first time you had seen her, no. You remember it like it was yesterday, when you were walking to your car in the middle of the night, you heard shouting in the alley and you deciding to be brave, had walked towards the notice then you saw her. The mob boss herself. You knew her name, her nickname of course, hell everyone did but no one knew what she looked like and now you did. She was dressed in black trousers and a white button up, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and her red hair up in a messy bun as she threw blows at the guy in front of her being help by two other guys.

You watched as she continued beating him until she grabbed her gun and shot him in the head, blood splatting all over her. Fear wasn't what you felt when you saw that, you were turned on and made your heart skip a beat. It made you wet seeing such a beautiful woman kill someone. It made you want to see her kill someone else. If that wasn't love at first sight then you don't know what is. Something about her being dangerous and mysterious made you ache, everywhere.

And you knew from that moment you had to have her and you would. You went out of your way to find her again, searching anywhere and everywhere, you were about to give up until you saw her again, at a little flower shop that you found out was actually hers. It was funny to you, how a the mysterious scary mob boss could secretly own a flower shop, acting so innocent and kind as if she wasn't killing people at night. That only excited you more.

Since that day you started following her, you followed her to the grocery store, the library, and the park, you knew her whole routine but you made sure to be unnoticed, that was until that day in the coffee shop, her favorite coffee shop. You saw her sitting at a table, alone and decided to purposely bumped into a table to catch her attention and you did. The fire in the your belly when you saw her eyes scan your body, the adrenaline in your veins knowing you had gotten her attention but you couldn't approach her, you had a plan and that plan was your dad.

Your dad did anything to keep you happy, he bought you anything you want to fill in the void of him not being around so you used that as your advantage. Telling him to go pick you up some flowers from her shop, making him pick up coffee for you, or telling him to take your books to the library. Your dad had a thing for redhead, which blew your mind considering your moms hair was y/c/h, but you figured it must've been his high school sweetheart or something. So you used him as bait to get your girl knowing she'd catch his attention.

And she did. They went on date after date as much as it pained you, next thing you knew they were engaged then married, you made sure to play the daughter who's pissed at her dad for marrying again but you weren't pissed at that and you tried to send clues to Wanda that you weren't. You would glaze her hand when she would hand you something, grind into her front when squeezing by her, wearing the tiniest shorts and shirts in front of her, walking out in a small towel after your shower, touching yourself with the bedroom door wide open for her to see pretending as if you didn't know she was home.

Little by little you knew you got her attention, she would making sure to glaze her hand on yours, grinding back into you, making sure you knew that she noticed your clothing, accidentally getting her ring caught on your towel causing it to fall. You noticed her shadow in the hallway watching you touch yourself, you even noticed the red blinking in your vent and made sure to always give her the right angles of you.

But you had to set her off, really grab her attention and that was Erik, your fuck buddy, though to your father and Wanda, he was your boyfriend and to you, he was nothing. You just wanted to make her jealous, she knew you hadn't fucked him yet, she heard him begging you to let him fuck you and you would tell him you weren't ready yet. But tonight you were 'ready', in reality, you weren't, at least not for him. You called him to come over, knowing Wanda would be listening, knowing she'd do anything to make sure no one touches what's hers, knowing she would kill him before he could even try to touch you and she did, canceling her plans with your dad to get rid of her problem,

While you pretend to wait for him to show up, calling him and texting him then sending him videos of you touching yourself, knowing she would be looking at it, not him. You waited for her to come home, acted innocent, confused and scared when she showed up with blood on herself, accusing you of whoring yourself out to her and to him while you 'try' to push her off of you, telling her that what she was doing was wrong then later giving into her, giving all of yourself to her. Your plan coming together perfectly.

Now she was yours and you were hers, you can't wait to spend the rest of your life with her, loving her, taking care of her, pleasing her, whoring yourself off to her, making sure she knew you were hers and hers alone. You were ready to leave this damn house and ready to leave your father. See the thing with your dad was that he had never laid a hand on you, he was too pathetic to hit you, his wife, your mom, left him for his best friend, leaving you here, abandoning you, while he drank himself away, forgetting that he had a daughter to parent. Sure he wasn't abusive, that wouldn't mean he never yelled at you, he did but he never touched you. He was pathetic alcoholic who just needed to get out of your life, even the world permanently, you knew Wanda would do or kill anything for you and you couldn't wait to see who she'll kill next.

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a/n: talk about plot twist, am i right? 😈 … not romanticizing killers… unless they are wanda or natasha… anyways happy valentine’s day you filthy animals

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The smell of cheep cologne and alcohol hit both Natasha and Carol's noses as they walk in, neon lights shined everywhere, girls walking around either wearing a very small outfit or nothing just underwear, a few girls dancing on stage, men throwing money at them, some slipping money into the girls thongs.

Walking to the other side of the club to find a empty corner, Carol sees you on a table, grinding yourself against the pole, jealousy flood her seeing a hand reach up and slap your ass before sticking a hundred through the strap of your thong.

"C'mon" Natasha grabs the blonde's hand, pulling her to an empty seat. Carol sits down, pulling Natasha on her lap, cause her to yelp at the unexpected grab, "Stop, asshole" The redhead gets off her lap, sitting down besides her.

"What? I just wanted my pretty lady to sit on my lap" Carol wraps her arm around the back of Natasha shoulder, pulling the redhead into her side, planting a kiss on her temple, "Well you can have another pretty lady on your lap right now" Natasha tells her, eyes locked on you as you walked over to them with a smirk on your face, Carol turns to what she was looking at, a smirk forming on her own face.

"Hello, ladies" You greet them, Carol looks you up and down, licking her lips, "Well aren't you a beautiful thing" She says, Natasha nods agreeing with her wife.

Biting your lip, you look down pushing a strand of ear behind your ears, "Thank you" You look up, gaining your confidence again, "Would you guys like a dance from me?"

Natasha turns her head, whispering something in Carol's ear, her brown eyes turning dark as they filled with lust. Natasha moves back giving the blonde a nod before looking at you, eyes also filled with lust. You glance between them, waiting for one of them to speak.

"How would you like to get out of here?" Carol asked, her eyes trailing up and down your body again, "I uh I'm working right now but I get off in a couple hours" You tell her, shocking yourself from giving into them so quickly, Natasha and Carol look at each before standing, "C'mon" Natasha motions for you to follow them.

They start walking over to the bar, you quickly follow behind them, smiling as a few men, giving some a wink.

"Maria!" Hearing your bosses name bering shouted, you turned head towards the voice and see Natasha and Carol talking to your boss. You watched as Carol grabs your bag from behind the bar, sling it over her shoulder. Maria gives you a smirk, nodding her head before walking away from the couple, helping out a customer. The couple walks back to you, their own smirks plastered on their face.

"Looks like you are free to come with us, pretty girl" Carol tells you, gently grabbing your arm, turning you towards the exit and began walking out, Natasha unlocks the car and opens the door letting you and Carol in the back seat. You couldn’t believe you got in the car with them, you don’t even know that.. that well as least. You have heard of them, who hasn’t. They were the biggest scariest mob bosses in the city, top of the chain, which was pretty good considered they are female and most bosses are known to be male. So them being at the top was certainly something else.

She shuts it and gets in the driver seat, turning on the car and starting to drive. You glance at Carol feeling her hand lay on your thigh, “Where are you guys taking me?” You asked the couple,

“Somewhere private” Carol answers, rubbing her hand up and down your thigh, “I figured that but where?” You asked again.

“You’ll see, baby” She pushes your hair back, giving her a clear view of your neck, leaning forward she plants kisses on it, you shut your eyes close, tilting your head to the side giving her more access.

Feeling her hand travel up to your core, you slowly spread your legs open as much as you could, you felt her smirk against your neck, “Look at you spreading your legs for daddy” She cups your core feeling your wetness seep through tiny thong, “God Nat, she soaked”

Natasha glances in the rear view mirror, practically moaning at the sight of your pussy almost showing behind your thong, “Shit” Natasha mumbles, swerving a little.

“Keep your eyes on the road, babe” Carol tells Natasha rubbing your covered clit, a moan escaping your mouth, you grab her inner thigh and feel something hard in her pants, “Mm do you have a flashlight in there or are you happy to see me, daddy”

“Definitely happy to you see you baby” She lightly nibbles your neck, reaching down to unbutton her pants, she pulls out the fake cock, “Why don’t you make daddy happier and ride my cock” she pulls her hand from between your legs and grabs your hips pulling on her lap causing you to yelp at the unexpected movement.

Grabbing onto her shoulders, your legs sat on each side of hers, your front pressed against the shaft between her legs. Carol cups your cheeks pulling your into a messy kiss, you reached between you two and grab the fake cock, pulling it a little causing Carol to moan in your mouth, you smirk against her lips. Double sided.

You sat up on your knees and angling the shaft to your entrance then slowly sink down on it, you threw your head back as you moaned loudly, “You’re so big, daddy”

“Just wait until you see the one your mommy has on” The blonde tells you, placing her hands on your ass, grabbing it and holding it up as she begins to thrust into you,

“Shit” You gasp, gripping into your shoulders as you bounced on her cock, the feeling of it inside of you, stretching you out almost brought you to an orgasm itself, you love the way it stretched you.

“Such a good girl. ugh I can’t wait to see Nat fill that pussy later with her cum” The blonde moans, feeling the cock inside of her move as she thrust into your wet hole, “you’re gonna be our little cumslut”

You moaned loudly and trying to focus on fucking yourself on her cock. She wraps her hand around your throat and squeezes it “you look so hot taking my cock baby”

Minutes later, Carol moans loudly, gripping your hips harshly while the other squeezes your throat, slamming you up and down her cock, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she orgasms.

“We’re here” You heard Natasha announce, Carol slows down her thrust causing you to whine as you were just about to cum too, making her slap her hand on your ass, “Be a good girl, baby, or mommy and I won’t let you cum later” She pants letting go of your neck and pulling you up and off her cock before pushing you off of her. She puts the strap back into her pants, buttoning them and getting off the car with Natasha.

You get out of the car, shutting the door and quickly notice they brought you to a motel, a cheap look motel when looking around, following the couple. You tripped over a rock causing Natasha to grab a hold of you,

“Careful, pretty girl” Natasha grabs your arm keeping you steady, you blushed and let her help you to the door of the room that Carol had already opened waiting for you too. You both walk in, your eyes traveling the whole room. Natasha steps in front of you, looking deep into your eyes.

Not waiting another second, Natasha pulls you into a kiss, her hands reaching behind you and grabbing ahold of your ass, swirling tongue around another. Carol smirks locking the door behind her, watching you and Natasha kiss.

Breaking the kiss, the redhead pants heavily, “On your knees like a good little slut you are” Natasha lets your jaw go, unbuckling her pants and pulling out the fake cock.

You listen getting on your knees in front of her, eyes darting to the strap, your mouth watering noticing which one she had on. Grabbing your hair, she pulls you forward to her cock, “Suck”

Looking into her eyes, you take her cock in your mouth and began to bob your head up and down the strap. Natasha bucks her hips making you gag in the process when it hits the back of your throat. She thrust her hips into you, fucking your face roughly, “my pretty girl taking her mommy’s cock. you were made for this cock, weren’t you whore?”

Nodding around her cock, tears spilled from your eyes, she tangles her fingers thought your hair and grabs it harshly, pulling it as she fucks your face. Carol comes up from behind you, pushing her boot between your legs, lifting it up on its heel, she pushes the top of it into your pussy. You mewl around the cock, grinding your hips in her boot, covering it with your slick.

“Fuck, you are such a slut” Carol purred watching you pathetically fucking yourself on her boot. You moaned, the tip of her bottom flicking your hard bud.

Droll spills come from your mouth as the cock thrust in and out of it, Natasha hisses fucking your faster as she starts to feel herself come close to her climax, watching you fuck yourself on Carol’s cock did a number on her so she’s not surprised at how fast she’s cumming. Reaching down with her free hand, she grabs a remote, puttering her finger on the button, “Gonna cum” She murmured, pushing the button to the strap, cum pouring out of it and filling your mouth as she continues thrusting, shockwaves flows through her body.

When calm, she pulls the cock out of your mouth, letting go of your hair and giving your cheek a little tap, “Bed and on your knees”

Quickly getting off your knees, you crawl into the bed on all fours, Natasha comes from behind you, slapping her hand on your ass, “Such a good girl” She trails on finger down your slit, a whimper coming out of your mouth, “Gonna fill you up so good” She lines the cock towards your entrance and without a warning, slams deep inside you causing a loud gasp to escape your lips.

She spanks your ass hard, leaving a red handprint as she continues pounding into you. “Taking mommy’s cock so well, detka” she cooed reaching around to grab your neck pulling you against her, lightly chocking you while using her other hand to rub your red puffy pussy. You cried out and pushed into her, tears rolling down your cheeks, “harder mommy!”

Gripping your throat more, you smiled moving with her rhythm. “Such a little whore for me, smiling while i choke you, fucking the tears out of you” She whispers in your ear seeing you smile. Thrusting hard into you, you roll your head back on her shoulder.

Seeing Carol get on the bed in front of you both, Natasha release your neck, pushing you down on your hands, “Suck daddy’s cock, baby” She tells you, moving to plant her feet on the bed, her angle changing cause the cock to deepen into your wet hole.

Grabbing your hair, Carol holds her cock out for you and once you opened your mouth, she slams it in your mouth, a gag ripping through you as she fucks your face, her and Natasha creating a rhythm.

The redhead slaps your ass, pounding into you roughly, “Fuck baby, mommy can’t wait to cum in you” She pants, Carol pulls out of you, a line of drool connecting from the strap to your mouth. “You want my cum slut? you want mommy to give you her come, to fuck a baby in you” Natasha grunts pounding in you.

You moaned like crazy as you nod, your hair pulling from Carol’s hands still gripping it, “Yes please mommy, fuck a baby in me!” The burn deep inside of your ready to explode already.

“You heard her, babe. Put a baby in her” Carol slams her cock back into your mouth again, loving the way it gives her that sensation, feeling the cock inside her move causing the brining deep in her lower belly to burn.

“Cum for me slut, cum for mommy” Natasha grumbles, your eyes rolling back as you dissolve into pleasure, shaking and whimpering around the cock in your mouth, you gag feeling Carol sink her cock in, staying still as she cums and Natasha still pounding into, chasing her own orgasm, she grabs the button again and releases her cum in you and helping you ride out your high as well as hers.

Once calm, Carol pulls out the strap out of your mouth, you flop your top half down on the bed, whimper at the movement as Natasha was still in you. Carol gets off the bed, pulling the strap out of her and throwing it on the floor before getting into bed, laying on her side rubbing her hands up and down your back, "You did so good, baby" She kisses the back of your head.

Natasha carefully pulls out of you causing a whimper to break out of you, she watches as her cum leaks out of your hole. Using her two fingers, she pushes it back in before smearing what’s on her fingers all over your pussy. The redhead grabs the plug that laid next to you and pushes it in your hole, giving your ass a small smack, “Can’t have you leaking my cum out” She tells you before she taking off the strap as well letting it fall on the floor then laid down on the other side of you. “Such a good girl” Natasha wipes the tears on your face.

You groan lifting your body up and turns around to lay on your back, you sigh staying quiet for a minute before speaking, “I can't believe you guys brought me to a motel"

"You said this was your fantasy!" Carol defends, you roll your eyes at her, "Yeah, a few months ago when we started dating" You tell her, "Who's idea was it?" You asked your girlfriends, seeing Carol give Natasha a pointed look, you turned your head to look at her.

"Like your daddy said, it was a fantasy of yours" The redhead says, shrugging as she wraps her arm around your naked body, your turn your body to the side, shuffling your back against her front, “Well I can’t complain because that was the best sex ever, plus you guys bailed me out” You tell them, grabbing Natasha’s hand and kissing her knuckles,

“Thank you by the way and I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you on Valentine’s day” You apologize to them, you hadn’t wanted to leave them but your old boss had called desperately needing all the girls she’s can get, even though you didn’t work for her anymore, you couldn’t say no. Maria has helped you a lot and was always there for you.

“Don’t apologize, baby” Carol shuffles closer to you, reaching out and stoking your cheek with the back of her index finger, “Besides, we have you now and that’s all the matters” Natasha voiced.

“Well thank you again” You say, leaning forward and pecking Carol’s lips before turning your head back and doing the same to Natasha, “Happy Valentine’s day”

“Happy Valentine’s day, my loves” Carol smiles brightly at you and Natasha, the redhead kisses your head, “Happy Valentine’s day” She looks up at Carol through her eyelashes.

You sigh in happiness, closing your eyes as you feel the warmth of their bodies on yours, “Love you both”