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Y/N hadn't even planned on coming tonight. She never goes to Tony Stark’s famous parties. Not because she thinks she's too good for them, but because they're…too much. Too loud. Too hot. Too lonely despite being in a room full of people.

Y/N strains her neck slightly, trying to see over a tall man dancing in front of her. And…she's gone. Natasha Romanoff’s table is empty. She tells herself that it's for the best, that she probably had better things to do, that-

“Looking for someone, detka?” A sensual voice purrs in her ear.

Y/N tries to turn around, but a pair of strong arms pull her flush against a warm, toned body and hold her there. With the mostly open back of her dress, Y/N can feel the warm press of fabric and the mouth warming curve of breasts. The scent of leather and sin hits Y/N's nose and she turns her head slightly to see who it is.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck Y/N thinks.

“W-what?” Y/N asks, mind slightly hazing from the shot of liquid courage she took before going the dancefloor, and the feeling of Natasha’s hands on her waist and she sways them to the music.

“Are you looking for someone? Surely a pretty little thing like you isn’t here alone,”

Y/N realizes she's gripping Natasha's wrists and loosens her hold.

“No! I mean, I am. Here alone, that is,” Y/N stutters, cheeks flaming.

“You're cute when you blush,” Natasha clucks.

“You're cute all the time,” Y/N blurts out, “I-mean pretty! Like so gorgeous that I just-” The blush spreads further through her body the long she keep speaking.

“Are you drunk, detka?” Natasha asks, resting her head between the crook of Y/N’s shoulder and neck.

Y/N melts back further into Natasha’s arms, a hand flying back to cup the back of her neck as Natasha’s hands start to run up and down the curve of her waist.

“W-what? No, of course no!”

“I don't think I believe you, Malyshka,” Natasha tsks, her lips brushing her skin, “what other reason could there be for you to be this flushed and nervous?”

“No! I mean maybe a little tipsy, but nowhere near drunk! I've only had one shot!” Y/N insists.

“Then why are you acting so drunk?”

“I mean it's not every day that I dance with a beautiful woman and you're just so-” Natasha spins Y/N around in arms to face her. Y/N stops breathing momentarily when she meets Natasha’s amused gaze.

She's so beautiful.

Y/N's eyes stray down the long line of her neck to the curve of her breasts, exposed by the cut of her dress. Y/N’s mouth parts slightly. There, right there, almost in line with her eyes. If she just lean towards an inch further, she could-

“What are you thinking, pretty girl?”

Y/N's eyes snap back to Natasha. She realizes that her hands are trapped between their bodies, one grazing the underside of Natasha's breast. Y/N yanks her arms up abruptly, holding them up so her elbows rest on Natasha's shoulders and her hands are clenched beside her own ears.

“That I'm not better than a man,” Y/N admits.

“Around my neck, detka,” Natasha order gently.

It takes her mind a moment to process before she laces her fingers together behind Natasha’s head. Natasha takes the opportunity to tug on her waist, pull her body flush against her. Y/N's mind goes blank at the press of Natasha's warm breasts against the bare skin, right above her own.

“Good girl. See, you are better than a man. Can follow instructions and everything,” Natasha chuckles.

Heat pools in Y/N's core and she whimpers as Natasha grinds their hips together gently.

“What are you doing to me?” Y/N blushes.

“I'm not doing anything to you,” Natasha responds innocently, “I'm just dancing,” Y/N doesn't know how to respond to that with how mushy her brain feels.

“I do have one question for you though,”

“What's that?” Y/N asks breathily, tilting her head up to look at hers.

“Why have you been watching me all night?”

“I wasnt-”

“Yes, you were, Malyshka,” Natasha interrupts, “did you seriously expect someone as highly trained as me not to notice?”

“I…I mean, I was just…I didn't mean to, I just…I just want to-” Y/N cuts herself off by gripping the back of Natasha head and pulling her lips down to meet hers.

The kiss is sloppy, a messy clash of lips and teeth and tongue and nerves as Y/N tries to convey everything she's felt tonight without words. Fireworks go off behind her eyes and butterflies flit around her stomach as Natasha's hands spray down the cup her ass through the thin material of her short dress.

“Now what do we have here?” a deep voice asks behind her.

Y/N pulls away from the kiss, almost stumbling back, but a hard muscled body pins her between it and Natasha’s lush curves. Y/N whips her head around to find- oh. Steve. Steve Rogers. Captain fucking America. And Natasha Romanoff's boyfriend.

Fuck.

Y/N completely forget about Natasha’s equally hot and badass boyfriend in her vodka-induced-baby-queer-meltdown.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry Mr Rogers, I didn't mean to-”

“Mr Rogers?” Steve laugh, the sound vibrating through her back and into her chest, “I don't think I've ever been called that. Call me Steve, darlin’”

“Steve, I am so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking- well, I guess I wasn't thinking, I just-”

“Natasha?” Steve interrupts.

“Look at her Steve. Look at the way she's blushing all the way from those cute cheeks to that pretty little chest. Are you seriously telling me you could resist this pretty little thing?” Natasha asks sensually. Her hands have moved back up to Y/N’s waist, and Steve’s join directly below them.

Y/N breath hitches at the heady combination of touch.

“Fair,” Steve chuckles, “But what am I gonna do about this?”

“Umm it's fine I can just-” Y/N twists between them and smashes her lips against Steve's.

Y/N reaches up and tugs on the back of his neck, pulling him down more so she doesn't have to reach up as much. Once she feels the kiss has lasted an equal time to her one with Natasha, she pulls back. She's surprised to see a shocked look on Steve's face.

“What was that?” Steve asks calmly, gripping her hips harder.

“Well, I just thought that if I kissed you too, you couldn't be mad at ‘Tasha for kissing me,” Y/N blushes, stuttering over her words, “like if it was-”

“Is that so, babygirl?” Natasha’s lips trail down her neck, kissing ever so lightly. One of Y/N's hands fly back to lace in her red hair, “aren't you a clever little thing?”

Y/N swallows thickly, knees going weak. Steve grabs her chin and forces her to look at him.

“Did you do that because you felt guilty, or because you wanted to?” Steve asks.

Y/N opens and closes her mouth several times, brain turned to mush at his dominant tone. Natasha pinches her hip lightly.

“Words, Malyshka,”

“Yes,” Y/N croaks, “I mean, I do. Want, that is. But I totally understand I can't just come in and…” a breathy moan slips from her lips as Natasha sucks on a sensitive spot of her neck, eyes going half lidded.

Natasha's teeth nip her skin, and her eyes go wide. Her mouth parts and a whimper slips out.

“Oh, she is cute,” Steve smiles at Natasha before meeting Y/N’s gaze again, “Well, babygirl, with your logic, you owe me more than a kiss,”

“What?” Y/N asks breathily.

“You owe me a dance,” Steve smirks, pulling her closer to him so their bodies are flush as well.

Y/N feels like she’s in a dream as the bodies on each side of her start swaying her to the beat, grinding against her as they go. Between Natasha at her back, all soft curves pressed against her ass and breasts against her back, and Steve at his front, all hard planes and toned muscle, not an inch of her isn’t on fire. Steve’s neck dips down to trail his lips down the other side of her neck than Natasha.

Y/N can’t stop the little overwhelmed sounds of pleasure from slipping from her lips as the two suck and lick and nip up and down the sides of her neck. Her head lools back to rest on Natasha’s shoulder and they’re fully supporting her body weight at that point.

“Are you legs jelly already, Malyshka?” Natasha croons, kissing behind her ear. Y/N makes a whiny sound in agreement.

“What are you thinking now, detka?” Natasha asks.

“I don’t think I can say,” Y/N gasps.

“And why’s that?” Steve asks against her heated skin.

“It’s not very appropriate,” she blushes.

“I don’t think anyone here is thinking anything appropriate, silly girl,” Natasha laughs softly, “Tell me,”

“I’m thinking,” Y/N swallows, gathering her courage, “That I can feel Steve’s…you know… against my stomach,”

Y/N feels them both smile against her skin, Steve letting out a hot puff of air.

“Steve’s what, Malyshka? Steve’s leg? Steve’s arm? Use your big girl words,” One of Natasha’s hands trails down to rub her bare thigh. Butterflies erupt in her lower stomach and she shivers visibly.

“Steve’s…cock,” Y/N tests out the word, blushing violently.

Steve groans gutterily and drops his head to rest on her bare shoulder.

“Oh really? Is it hard?” Natasha asks, her voice so husky and seducative it stops any second thoughts Y/N has about responding.

“Yes,”

“And what do you want to do about that?”

“I want to…touch it?” Y/N asks, all flushed innocence and nerves.

Steve growls at that, and Y/N gasps at the sound, pressing her thighs together. Steve pulls back from Y/N, and for a moment she thinks she’s said the wrong thing, until0 Steve lifts her effortlessly and throws her over his shoulder. A shriek escapes her lips and her limbs flail. Her head spins from the position change and shock of the moment. A chorus of wolf whistles and hoots fill the crowd around them.

Y/N’s dress rides up as he starts walking, and she lets out a strangled sound, frantically reaching to tug it back down.

“I got you, Malyshka,” Natasha smiles.

She runs her hand from Y/N’s shoulder all the way to the bottom hem of her dress as she moves out of view. She tugs it down to cover her simple pink panties.

“As much as I wanna see your pretty ass, no one else here gets to see it. Other than Steve of course,”

Y/N tries to push her hair out of the way and see behind her- or in front of them- but she can't see where they're going.

“Put me down,” Y/N says weakly, gripping the back of Steve's shirt.

“I will soon, darlin’” Steve responds.

Y/N realizes her boobs are half hanging out of the top of her dress and uses her hands to cover them. While she knows Natasha is only touching her to hold her dress in place, she can help but bite her lip at the brush of Natasha’s hand on the upper backs of her thigh and curve of her ass as she's jostled over Steve's shoulder.

Y/N hears a door open, and Natasha lets go of her dress to close and lock it behind them. They're in…the kitchen?

Y/N shivers as Steve sets her down on the corner of the counter. The hem of her dress pools around her, so her thighs are bare against the cool counter and her thin panties are the only barrier between her heated core and the counter. She squirms at the sensation. Steve leans closer, planting one hand on each side of her thighs to cage her in. Y/N leans back slightly to keep his gaze.

“This is a cute little thing,” Steve notes, tugging at the hem of her dress. The neckline moves down an inch at the tug.

“T-thank you,”

The dress is an a-line mini dress. It is backless and dips, falling low on her spine. The only thing on her back are criss-crossing, thin straps. And every inch of exposed skin is pebbled with goosebumps under Steve gaze. Natasha joins them on Y/N’s left side so she almost flush against her side.

“Hi detka,” she whispers.

Natasha grabs Y/N's chin and pulls her into a soft kiss. Y/N's toes curl in her ballet flats and she flushes head to toe. It's a heady sensation, kissing Natasha while caged in by Steve. It feels sinful in the best, more sensual way. Y/N whimpers against Natasha's lips as Natasha pulls away.

“Detka,” Natasha whispers, tapping Y/N's thigh. Y/N realizes her eyes are still closed and opens them quickly to meet Natasha’s gaze.

“Do you want this? Really want this?” Natasha asks.

Y/N doesn't know exactly what “this” entails, all she knows is that every inch of her skin is tingly and warm and sprinkled with sensitivity and need only they can fulfill.

“Yes,” she borderline moans.

“With both of us?” Steve asks, pulling her attention to him.

“Yes,” Y/N repeats while looking at him. Her voice is strong despite the violent blush on her skin.

“Do you have any hard limits or things you don't like?” Natasha asks.

“I…don't know,” Y/N admits.

“Okay, we're going to use something called the stoplight system. If you need to stop immediately or really don't like something, you say red. If you need to slow down or aren't sure about something, you say yellow. If we check in and you're happy with how everything is going and want to continue, you say green. This system is not negotiable. You will use these words when you need them, or we won't touch you a second longer. Do you understand?” Steve explains, gentle but firm.

“Yes sir,” flies out of Y/N's lips before she can think about her words.

“That mouth of yours,” Steve groans, “you're killing me, darlin”

“What's your color, Malyshka?” Natasha asks, rubbing up and down her arm.

“So green,” Y/N whimpers, “please, I need…I don't know please just touch me,”

“Such a needy, innocent little baby,” Steve tsks.

Then he does something Y/N doesn't expect. He drops to his knees. Steve fucking Rogers drops to his knees in front of her. He moves one hand to each of her knees and spreads them slowly while maintaining eye contact.

“Oh my God, fuck,” Y/N whimpers.

“I haven't even touched you yet,” Steve chuckles.

“I know, but you're on your knees between my legs looking…well like you!”

Natasha uses a hand on the back of her head to guide her lips back to hers. Y/N melts into the kiss, allowing Natasha take control with her mouth and tongue. She stiffens as Steve runs a hand up her thigh and kisses the inside of her knee.

“Relax,” Natasha breathes against her lips.

“I can't,” Y/N whines, “I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to do anything,”

“It's okay, Malyshka. Don't think, just feel. It's impossible to do anything wrong,”

Y/N repeats “don't think, just feel” over and over in her head as Steve continues a slow path of kissing up her inner thigh, and Natasha drops her head down to her collarbone to kiss along the hem of her dress.

As Steve starts inching the skirt of her dress up, Natasha slides one strap off her shoulder. Y/N gasps as Natasha kisses the newly bare patch of skin and Steve pushes her skirt up the rest of the way, exposing her pink panties.

“Fuck,” Steve groans against her inner thigh, “That fucking bow,”

Natasha’s eyes flick down, and when she sees the little bow in the middle of the waistband, her hand trails down. Y/N barely breathes as Natasha brushes her fingers against the little bow.

“Cute,” Natasha smirks.

Y/N grips the edge of the counter so hard her knuckles go white. Steve dips his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulls them out from under her bottom and all the way down her legs. She lets out a needy, anxious sound from being bared so completely in front of them and grabs Natasha’s arm.

Natasha returns her focus to Y/N’s face and smiles at her gently. Y/N burrows her face into the crock of Natasha’s neck as Steve spreads her legs further.

She can feel Natasha’s chest shake with silent laugher, but all she can focus on is the fact that Steve is between her legs, looking at her. All of her. Every asymmetrical fold and dip of her most intimate place. Somewhere no one had ever seen before.

“So fucking perfect,” Steve groans. Y/N can feel his hot breath fan against her heated core and squirms slightly.

She finally peaks down to see Steve staring reverantly at her.

“So fucking pretty and perfect, and all ours,” Steve growls. He caught her gaze and holds it as he leans down and licks a long, deep stripe from her dripping entrance o her throbbing clit.

Y/N’s whole body spasms and her vision blurs. She cries out and tries squeezing her legs shut, tries scooting back on the counter to get away from his hot mouth, but his strong hands hold her in place.

“Easy tiger,” Natasha scold. Steve’s breath leaves her throbbing core and Y/N looks down to see Natasha’s hand laced in his hair, tugging his head back, “She’s a newbie and probably more sensitive than me. Gentle. Slow,”

Y/N licks her lips at the sight of Steve’s face and natasha’s hand so close to her core. She feels so hot, she can’t look at the mouthwatering sight anymore. She buries her face back into Natasha’s neck and starts tentatively kissing the soft skin. She has no idea what she’s doing, but Natasha said she couldn’t do anything wrong, so…

One of Natasha’s hands moves to cup the back of her head reassurangly.

Steve’s mouth returns to her core, and he starts leaving tentative, exploring licks all over her, finding all her more sensitive place immediately. As his tounge flicks over her clit, she suck the skin of Natasha’s neck into her mouth and bites down softly, attempting to muffle her moan. To her suprise, Natasha lets out a moan of her own.

Y/N stops immediately, looking up at Natasha.

“Do that again,” Natasha orders. Y/N can’t tell if she’s talking to her, or Steve, but when Steve licks her clit again, she repeats her sucking again.

Y/N gasps and pants into Natasha’s neck as Steve continues to explore her, sucking hickies into Natasha's skin almost for her own pleasure. She finds the sucking motion and having something in her mouth almost comforting, so when Natasha pushes her head back, she whines in disappointment.

“Shhh, Malyshka, let me make you feel good,” Natasha purrs.

“I c-can’t take any more good! I already f-feel too good,” Y/N moans out, struggling to speak with Steve’s mouth on her.

Steve chooses that mouth to slip his tongue into her dripping entrance, and her head falls back with the overwhelming pleasure of it.

“Steve!” She cries out.

“That's it, baby,” Steve groans against her, squeezing her thighs harder, “let me hear you,”

Natasha slips the other strap of her dress down to reveal her breasts. Y/N remember in that moment her underwear situation.

“I’m sorry, you can’t-” she starts.

“-wear a bra with a dress like this. I know, detka,” Natasha smiles knowingly, “But I didn’t expect these,”

She runs her index finger over one of the pasties covering her nipples and Y/N bites back a moan.

“Do your cute little nipples show through your dress if you don’t wear them?” Natasha coos condescendingly.

Y/N seems to have lost all ability to form words, so all she can do is nod. Natasha chuckles at her knowingly before pulling off one of the pasties. Y/N gasps as the cool air hits her hardened nipple.

“Fuck, look how perfect, Steve,” Natasha practically moans as she pulls off the other pasty and discards them on the counter. Steve lifts his head from his torturing between her legs and <licks his lips>.

“Geez, darlin’, I’m ‘bout to cum in your pants from the taste of your pussy and sight of those pretty breasts alone,” Steve groans, dropping his forehead to rest on his thigh to gather himself.

Y/N doesn't know what to do with herself, being so exposed in front of them. She moans loudly as Natasha swipes her thumb over one of her nipples, and lowers her head to suck around the areola of the other. She squeezes her thighs together tightly at the sensation, but Steve wrenches them back apart and continues his lapping at her pussy.

“I’m- I don’t know- I think I’m close,” Y/N pants as the knot in her stomach tightens to a near painful amount.

“Cum for us, Malyshka,” Natasha orders before finally wrapping her lips around her sensitive nipple.

Steve wraps his mouth around her clit and they both start sucking, almost in sync, and she falls apart. Her orgasm rips through her, and the sounds she makes are high-pitched and needy moans she’s never heard herself make before.

The world seems to shatter around here as the orgasm stretches on, refusing to fizzle out. She cries out and pushes against the counter, attempting to pull away from their mouths but unable to. Everything is so hot, from the tips of her toes, all the way to her ears.

By the time her orgasm dissipates, Steve is sucking gently against her pulsing clit, and Natasha is fully holding her upper body up from falling limp against the counter. Both their hands roam all over her, rubs soothing circles and smoothing over every inch of available skin. Natasha is purring sickly sweet praise into her ear, telling her what a good girl she is, how perfect she is, how beautiful she is when she cums.

Y/N whimpers as the pleasure borders on pain and plants her feet on Steve's shoulders to push him back. He finally relents, and she can see her cum dripping down his chin. She blushes furiously, but he doesn’t seem embarrassed, only pleased with himself and her.

“Sensitive?” He smirk.

Y/N can still only squeak in response. Natasha grabs Steve by his shirt and pulls him up to her lips. This lips meet and Y/N moans. She always thought she’d feel jealous if she saw two people she liked kissing. But that couldn’t feel furter from the truth. All she feels is….arousal and curiosity.

Natasha pulls away from the kiss slightly to lick Steve’s chin and around his mouth. Y/N blushes furiously when she realizes what she’s doing.

“Delicious,” Natasha purrs as she looks back at her.

Natasha and Steve laugh at Y/N’s wide eyes and gapping mouth. Natasha leans forward to kiss Y/N again. When she pulls away, Steve does the same. Y/N blushes deeper when she realizes what she’s tasting on his lips is <herself>.

“See how far down her blush spread,” Natasha giggles, trailing a finger from the base of her neck and down between her breasts.

Y/N tries to cover herself, but Steve pulls her hands away.

“Ya know, baby, Nat here didn’t get to taste you. You wouldn’t want her gettin’ jealous of me, would you?” Steve asks.

Y/N eyes go wide as she processes his words. “B-but I just…I just finished,” she responds dumbly.

“That’s the nice thing about being a woman,” Natasha responds, voice dripping with amusement and lust, “There’s isn’t a limit on how long you have to wait between or how many times you can cum,”

“Really?” She asks hesitantly.

“Really. I wonder how many times we can make you cum before you can't take it anymore,”

Y/N squeezes her thighs together at Natasha's words. Her nipples throb in the cool air and heat pulses in her still sensitive core.

“I-I guess that would be okay,” Y/N responds slowly, “I mean what Steve said, not that you'd make me…you know what I mean,”

“Such a pretty girl when you stumble over your words,” Natasha purrs, swapping places with Steve.

Natasha’s nails prick her skin as she forces her legs apart and drops gracefully to her knees. Y/N's jaw drops as she sees down the front of Natasha's dress.

“It's a nice view, isn't it?” Y/N jumps at Steve's words, having forgotten he was there for a moment.

She rips her gaze away from Natasha who is now kissing up her glistening thighs to look at Steve. He's still holding her hands down from covering herself, his eyes flicking between her face and her breasts.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-”

“Shhh, darlin’, I'm just teasing,” Steve chuckles, bringing her hand up to kiss the inside of her wrist.

Y/N gasps as Natasha drags a finger through her dripping slit.

“So fucking wet,” Natasha whispers, eyes locked in her core.

“Th-that’s really sensitive,” Y/N squirms.

“Good,” Natasha responds before dropping her head between her legs.

Y/N's eyes roll back into her head. Looking back, Steve had eased her into it more than she thought. He started with licking and lapping, rotating between more and less sensitive places.

Natasha offers her no such courtesy. She goes straight to sucking. Sucking at her folds and swollen clit. Y/N fights against Steve's grip, trying to pull her hands free. But he's too strong. Her thighs shake violently and she pushes her legs back against the counter. She's able to scoot back and inch before Natasha hooks her arms around her thighs and pulls her back.

“It's too much,” Y/N pants.

“You can take it. You're a good girl, aren't you?” Steve asks.

Y/N looks at him with wide eyes, her chest heaving and mouth parted. She just whines at him, and his lips quirk up in amusement. He runs his thumb over the swollen bottom lip. Natasha slips her tongue into her entrance and immediately starts lapping at a spot that makes her vision go white. Y/N squeals at the sensation and doubles over.

“Shhh, Malyshka, let Mommy play,” Natasha purrs against her.

Y/N's brain goes blank at the word, unable to process it as Steve gently pushes her back so she's resting back on her elbows. The position leaves her breasts pushed up, and he drops his mouth to them. Her head lools back as his lips connect with her nipples, swirling his tongue around the swollen peak.

Y/N's hips buck as two of Natasha's fingers brush against her core.

“Relax, detka, you can take them,” Natasha assures her as she pushes the fingers into the first knuckle.

“Fuck,” Y/N whines, “`s too much,”

“No, baby, it's just enough. Just take it. I know you want to. You're dripping down my when for it,” Natasha croons, pushing her fingers the rest of the way. Y/N clenches at the intrusion and a stinging warm shoots through her. Natasha starts licking and sucking at her clit again to ease the sting.

Steve kisses his way up her chest and neck to her face. He kisses up her hot cheeks before pulling away.

“You okay, princess?” He asks against her skin.

“‘s so much. It hurts,” she hiccups, tears welling in her eyes.

“Does it hurt, or does it just feel so much better than you've ever felt?” Steve asks gently, brushing a kiss next to her eye.

Y/N thinks about it for a moment. The stinging has faded, leaving a hot fullness that sends sparks of pleasure through her whole body.

“Yes!”

“Which one?” Steve chuckles.

Y/N just moans as Natasha curls her fingers inside her, finding that mouth watering spot once again. She massages in, back and forth with just enough pressure to make her vision go blurry around the edges. She bucks her hips and squirms against the intense pleasure. Her orgasm looms closer, but feels so much hotter than normal. The knot in her stomach feels so tight and heavy, pressing against her. All she can focus on is how hot Natasha's mouth is against her clit, how good her fucking tongue feels, how much her fingers fill her up, how-

“I’m close! It feels funny, I-I can't!” Y/N fights harder, pressure building in her lower stomach.

“Yes you can,” Steve almost ordered.

One of his hands trails down to thumb her nipple while the other forearm presses against her lower stomach to still her. The added pressure throws her over the edge.

“Mommy!” she screams instinctively as her orgasm washes over it. Heat flares through her and hot liquid gushes out of her.

Her hips buck and legs flail, but Natasha and Steve hold her in place, forcing her to feel every second of the most intense orgasm of her life. Her vision and hearing black out, but she can only imagine the sounds she must be making.

When the world comes back into focus, she's laid back all the way on the counter. Someone has adjusted her dress so she's as covered as possible. She opens her eyes and sees Natasha standing next to her, stroking her hair. Y/N blinks up at her with the prettiest bedroom eyes Natasha has ever seen. But they droop with fatigue, and her body is still shaking.

“Where'd-” Y/N starts.

“Stevie’s just cleaning up a little, angel. Don't worry your pretty head about it,” Natasha coos, “you were so perfect, screaming Mommy's name when you came,”

Y/N blushes at the praise but sits up on her elbows despite Natasha’s protests to see Steve wiping down the corner of the counter they started at with a wad of paper towels.

His muscles flex and Y/N has to shake herself out of the trance it casts on her to remember what happened. They must have moved her down the counter. When she remembers what happened, mortification washes over her and she sits up the rest of the way.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to-”

“Malyshka, why on earth are you sorry?” Natasha asks, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at her.

“I…I peed on you,” Y/N flushes, looking like she wants to crawl into a hole.

Natasha’s lips quirk up and Steve laughs deeply. Y/N looks between them with embarrassment and confusion.

“This isn't funny! I'm not two years old, I can't usually control my fucking bladder!” Y/N shrieks indignantly.

Natasha forces the smile off her face.

“Malyshka, you didn't pee,” Natasha says, searching her face for a moment of realization.

“But-” Y/N huffs.

“No, baby, you squirted,”

Y/N hears Steve moving around the room.

“What?” she squeaks.

“Squirted. It's not pee, baby, it's cum and fluids,” Natasha explains gently.

“But it felt like-”

“It felt like you were gonna pee? Probably felt like pressure in your tummy that kept growing? It's just from a really intensive orgasm, Malyshka. It's rare but it's a really good thing, detka,”

“I-it’s gross. It's got everywhere,” Y/N whines.

“It's fucking hot,” Steve interrupts, pressing into her side and dropping his head to the crook of her neck, “And I would have licked every drop of it off the counter if I could,”

Y/N melts as he sucks on the sensitive spot on the inside of her neck. Her cheeks flame crimson and she doesn't know how to respond to that.

“I can't wait to see how many times in a row I can make you do that,” Natasha purrs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “but it's time for bed now,”

Y/N hums, not objecting as Steve picks her up bridal style. She grips his shirt and rests her head against his chest. Natasha tugs her dress into place and pats her thigh before Steve starts walking.

Y/N tries to keep her eyes open, but her eyelids feel heavy and sleep fights to pull her down.

“Where are we going?” She mumbles into Steve's chest.

“Home, princess. It's your bedtime,”

“Mommy?” She whimpers sleepily, reaching a hand out blindly.

Natasha’s heart melts at the sweet gesture and sign of trust.

“I’m here, Printsessa (princess)” Natasha assures her, lacing their fingers together.

The rest of the night is hazy as Y/N drifts in and out of sleep. She remembers Steve carrying her up a flight of stairs and through a maze of halls. The sound of music and people fading further away. Steve laying her on a soft bed and cleaning her up. Natasha dressing her in a soft T-shirt and braiding her hair loosely.

She remembers waking up for a few seconds at a time throughout the night, always squished between two warm bodies. They were always touching her, but never sexually. An arm around her waist, a leg draped over hers, a face in the crook of her neck.

But when she wakes the next morning, gentle sunlight pouring through the window, she's alone. For a moment, she thinks she must have dreamt it. Until she realizes she's definitely not in her bed.

The bed is huge and the sheets are so soft against her still sensitive skin. She sits up against the headboard, looking around in confusion for a moment.

She's wearing nothing but an oversized white t shirt. She blushes wondering how many times it rode up doing the night to expose her bare ass or pussy. But she knows no one touched her during the night. Her pussy feels oversensitive and sore from all the pleasure at the party, but nothing in comparison to what it would be if Steve had actually fucked her. Y/N has to squeeze her thighs together at the idea but quickly tries to shake it out of her head.

When she remembers all the events from the night before, panic spikes through her.

She thinks Steve must be mad at her. He did find her kissing his girlfriend. Yes, she did try to even it out, and they did have an amazing night, but she fell asleep before she could make either of them cum!

Y/N spots her phone charging on the bedside table and snatches it up. The screen is open to her contact list, and two new ones catch her eyes immediately:

Nat💋 (Emergency Contact)

Steve💙 (Emergency Contact)

When she opens her messages, she's been added to a new group chat:

Baes💗💖

Y/N's eyes bug out of her head as she reads the messages.

Steve💙: I'm so sorry, angel, we had to go to training. You rest, we'll be home soon.

Natasha💋: txt as soon as you wake up

Y/N flops back down in bed, still staring at her phone.

“What did I get myself into?” Y/N whispers, fighting a smile.

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