#throuple

Your first showing feels like a dream you haven’t quite woken up from — too bright around the edges, too loud, too scented with the pheromones of alphas who stare like they already own you. The velvet curtains are heavy behind you, pressing that reality into place.

You swallow hard, stepping out into the auction hall. Everything quiets in a strange, unnerving wave, like your scent reached the crowd before you did.

But among the rows of alphas assessing you with greedy or bored eyes, two figures stand out immediately.

Not because they’re famous.
Not because they’re powerful.

But because the moment they look at you, something inside your chest answers.

Wanda Maximoff — her gaze warm, soft, and startlingly gentle.
Natasha Romanoff — sharp-eyed, leaning back with a half-smirk like she already knows exactly how this ends.

You tell yourself to look away, but you can’t.

Natasha nudges Wanda with her elbow, murmuring something you can’t hear. Wanda doesn’t laugh — but her lips curl into a smile so tender it nearly knocks the breath out of you.

They’re already focused on you.
Like they’ve seen hundreds of omegas walk across this stage and not one of them mattered until now.

You inhale shakily, and Wanda’s eyes soften further, as if she can sense the spike of nerves.

You have to speak, you remind yourself when the auctioneer asks if you’re ready.

“I… yes,” you manage, voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha’s eyes light up at the sound, like your voice is a gift.

———

The numbers start low. They always do.

“Twenty thousand.”
“Forty.”

Then Natasha’s voice cuts through the murmuring crowd, smooth and lazy:

“Fifty.”

A collective shift of attention. Even the auctioneer hesitates.

Then the hostile alpha — the one whose scent reeks of bitterness and frustrated dominance — snaps:

“Seventy.”

Your breath stutters. Something about his gaze makes your stomach knot.

Wanda’s expression changes. Her eyes narrow, protective in a way that sends a strange warmth through your chest.

“One hundred,” she says.

The hall reacts with shock. The couple never bids. Never competes.

The not-so-nice alpha stands, glaring at you like you’re spoiling something for him.

“Two hundred.”

Natasha laughs under her breath and leans forward, elbows on her knees, eyes locked on yours.

“Three-fifty.”

The crowd gasps.

The hostile alpha snarls. “Five hundred.”

Wanda barely waits a beat. “Six.”

Silence.

The man sits down, jaw clenched, scent souring the air.

Sold.

Your knees nearly give out.

———

You were held in a back room at first. Then after ten minutes, the two alphas walked in with a natural air of dominance it made you do a double take.

They didn’t look at you like they’d won a prize, or like you were some sort of prey animal. If anything they looked at you as if you’re something worth looking at.

Natasha opens the door of the sleek black car for you herself, which immediately feels wrong, someone with her status doesn’t do that.

But she only wiggles her eyebrows and says, “After you, sweetheart.”

You’re startled into a tiny laugh, and Natasha looks disproportionately pleased with herself.

You slide into the plush seat, letting out a slow breath as the door closes and soft light fills the interior. Wanda slips in beside you with elegant ease, her presence warm and comforting.

She waits a moment before speaking, giving you time to breathe.

“If you’d like the window down,” she says gently, “or extra space, or water — you just ask. Your comfort matters.”

You blink at her, taken aback by the sincerity. “Thank you. I… I’m okay. Just overwhelmed.”

Natasha clicks her tongue playfully as she settles on your other side. “Of course you are. That room was full of idiots.”

Wanda nudges her. “Natasha.”

“What? I’m being considerate.” She turns back to you. “You handled it better than most omegas I’ve seen.”

Your cheeks heat. “…Really?”

“Really,” they answer in unison.

Wanda’s hand hovers near yours. She doesn’t touch — she waits.

“May I?” she asks softly.

You nod before you even think about it. Her fingers lace with yours gently, like you’re something precious.

Natasha watches the contact, her playful smile softening into something warmer. “We meant what we said back there. You feel… different.”

You swallow. “Different how?”

Natasha leans her head on the seat, eyes tracing your face. “The kind of different that makes my heart do weird things.”

Wanda adds, quieter, “The kind that feels like coming home.”

Your breath catches. “But you don’t even know me yet.”

“Not yet,” Wanda agrees, curling her thumb against the back of your hand. “But we will.”

Natasha winks. “Unless you decide you hate us. Then we’ll drop you off somewhere nice with a very expensive gift basket.”

You laugh, genuinely this time. “I don’t think I’m going to hate you.”

The two alphas exchange a look that is nothing short of radiant.

———

The elevator doors open into a breathtaking open-layout home with windows stretching floor to ceiling, the city glittering below.

You take one step inside and freeze.

“It’s okay,” Wanda murmurs, her hand still in yours. “New spaces can be overwhelming for omegas after a showing. Take your time.”

Natasha crouches beside the bags she picked up from the concierge desk. “We got you a few things. Essentials. Some clothes. Snacks. Wanda went overboard.”

Wanda glares at her mate, flushing. “I didn’t know what she’d like.”

Your heart twists. “That’s… really thoughtful. Thank you. Both of you.”

Wanda beams at the praise, and Natasha laughs under her breath. “You just made her whole week.”

Wanda mutters, “Natasha,” and you can’t help but smile again.

———

They don’t just feed you.
They dote on you.

Wanda cooks, actual homemade food that smells like comfort and warmth and everything good. Natasha hovers around you, bringing water, adjusting the lights, making sure you’re not too hot or too cold.

At one point you murmur, “You don’t have to do all this.”

Wanda sets a gentle hand on your shoulder. “We want to. You’re ours now… not anyone else’s. And we take care of what we own.” The words are soft, yet the possessiveness undertone is hard to ignore.

Natasha leans her cheek into her palm and grins at you. “Plus, you’re cute when you eat.”

You nearly choke, the slightest hint of pink tints your cheeks and you muffle something unintelligible that made the two alphas smirk.

———

Then, they both led you to the bathroom. Wanda’s fingers laced with yours like it was natural, Natasha’s hand pressed against your lower back like a silent promise.

They don’t join you, they don’t even offer. Instead, they run the bath, test the water, and set fluffy towels within reach.

Wanda’s voice is soft at the doorframe. “If you want privacy, we’ll be down the hall. If you need help with anything, anything at all, just call.”

Natasha adds, “And if the scents from earlier are sticking to you, the soaps in there will help.”

You look between them, feeling awkward and warm and safe all at once.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. “Really. I… didn’t expect any of this.”

Natasha’s smile softens. “That’s okay. We’ll show you.”

Wanda finishes, “There’s no rush for anything. Tonight is about you resting.”

When they leave and you sink into the warm water, something inside you unwinds in a way you can’t remember feeling before.

Afterwards, wrapped in a robe Wanda insisted on warming for you, you wander into the living room. The alphas are lounging on the couch, space between them deliberately kept open.

Wanda pats the spot. “If you want to join us?”

Your voice comes out shy. “Can I?”

Natasha snorts. “We were hoping you would.”

You settle between them, shoulders brushing. Their scents are calm, soothing, protective — and you feel yourself relax so fully you almost melt into the couch.

A long moment passes.

Then, softly, you say, “I… think I like being here.”

Wanda’s fingers gently brush your arm. “We like you here too.”

Natasha shifts just enough for her thigh to touch yours. “Get some rest, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

Your eyes flutter shut.

Their scents wrap around you like a blanket as the city lights glow outside.

And for the first time in a long time you feel safe.

The morning after the showing, you wake slowly in a room you don’t recognize. The bed is soft, the sheets warm, and sunlight pours in gently through gauzy curtains. It takes a moment for the memories to collect — the auction, the bidding war, Wanda’s soothing voice, Natasha’s teasing confidence. The car ride. The way their scents made your pulse slow instead of spike.

On the nightstand beside you is a small folded note. Wanda’s handwriting curls neatly across the page.

We let you sleep in. There’s food waiting whenever you’re ready.
Come find us. No rush.
— W & N

The simple kindness of it makes your throat tighten.

When you drift out into the open kitchen, Natasha lifts both arms like she’s spotted a long-lost friend. “There she is! Our sleeping beauty.”

Wanda gives her a look, though she’s smiling softly as she plates food. “Natasha.”

“What? I’m being welcoming.”

You sit down, cheeks warm. “I, um… good morning.”

Wanda slides a plate in front of you with the gentleness of someone placing something fragile. “Eat as much or as little as you want. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I made a few things.”

“A few?” Natasha snorts, waving a hand at the absurd spread of dishes. “This is a diplomatic buffet.”

You laugh quietly — and Wanda glows as if you handed her a gift.

Those first few days settle into a careful rhythm. You stay in the guest room without pressure to move. Wanda always knocks softly before entering. Natasha announces herself loudly enough that you hear her halfway down the hall.

They never crowd you, never loom the way some alphas do. You realize quickly that Wanda’s patience is bone-deep — she asks before every touch, every closeness. Natasha is bold, but she reins herself in beautifully, offering light teasing taps to your shoulder or a wink across the room but waiting for you to initiate anything more.

It doesn’t take long for you to start gravitating toward them on your own.

One lazy afternoon, you’re curled on the couch reading. Wanda sits beside you with a gardening book, her knee barely brushing yours. Every now and then, she glances at you with that soft maternal fondness that makes your cheeks warm. Natasha lounges on the opposite end, feet propped up, pretending not to watch you even though she absolutely is.

You close your book with a sigh. “I… like it here.”

Natasha immediately straightens, eyes lighting. “Yeah?”

Wanda’s face softens. “We’re glad. Truly.”

Over the next while — not days, not even weeks, just time thick and warm and steady, the penthouse becomes familiar. Comforting.

Wanda teaches you how to care for the balcony plants. She names each one like old friends and beams when you remember them. She’s patient, always guiding your hands lightly, her scent warm like cinnamon and hearthfire.

Natasha shows you her workout routine, exaggerating her flexing until you’re doubled over laughing. She jumps to your side the moment you wobble on a machine, steadying you with large warm hands but stepping back as soon as you’re stable again.

Once, she scoops you up bridal-style simply because “you looked like you needed elevation.” You shriek and cling to her shoulders, and she laughs, bright and smug, while Wanda sighs in the background but fails to hide her smile.

Dinner becomes a shared ritual. Wanda cooks tender, aromatic meals that fill the whole penthouse with warmth. Natasha steals ingredients when Wanda isn’t looking. You stir a pot, bumping elbows with them, and their scents mix in the air — not overwhelming, just present. Familiar.

One evening, you pause mid-stir and say, half-joking but not really, “You two are trying to domesticate me.”

Natasha grins like she’s been caught. “Maybe we are.”

Wanda flushes so sweetly it makes your stomach flutter.

You grow more comfortable with their scents as time passes. It starts with you sitting between them during a movie because “you smell nice,” you admit without thinking. Natasha nearly drops the bowl of popcorn. Wanda goes pink to the tips of her ears.

Another night, a wave of leftover fear hits you out of nowhere — the memory of the auction room, the hostile alpha, the feeling of being on display. You sit on the couch and try to breathe through it, but your hands shake.

“Hey,” Natasha murmurs gently, crouching in front of you. “What do you need?”

You swallow. “I… Wanda? Could I…?”

Wanda is beside you instantly. “You can always ask. May I hold you?”

Your nod is tiny but certain.

She gathers you slowly, her arms warm and secure. Her scent blooms, enveloping you in a soothing, maternal wave that eases the tremor in your chest. Natasha joins on your other side, rubbing slow circles on your back, her voice low and steady as she says, “We’ve got you, omega.”

And you believe them.

You fall asleep there again — tucked safely between them. When you wake much later with your cheek on Wanda’s shoulder and Natasha’s hand resting lightly on your knee, neither alpha pretends it was inconvenient. Wanda only smiles sleepily and whispers, “Good morning, honey,” while Natasha yawns and says, “Best nap ever.”

The shift in the air after that is subtle but undeniable.

You start seeking them out on purpose — leaning into Wanda’s side when she reads, poking Natasha in the ribs when she teases you, curling between them during lazy evenings without hesitation.

One rainy night, the three of you sit under a shared blanket on the couch, the city smudged behind fogged-up windows. Wanda strokes your hair absentmindedly. Natasha twirls a loose thread on your sleeve.

Quiet settles thick and warm, until you whisper, almost too softly to hear:

“I think… I think I’m starting to feel like I belong here.”

Both alphas freeze — but not in fear.

Wanda’s hand cups your cheek gently, her thumb brushing your skin like you might vanish. Her voice shakes just a little. “We want you to belong here. Truly.”

Natasha leans closer, her expression more earnest than you’ve ever seen it. “We want you, sweetheart. Not because of the bidding. Not because of obligation. Because… you fit with us.”

Your breath stutters. Your scent wavers, shy and warm.

Wanda inhales sharply. Natasha’s fingers curl in the blanket. You can feel tension tightening between them — hopeful, restrained, desperate to be patient for you.

“…Not tonight,” Wanda whispers, though her eyes are dark with emotion. “We won’t rush you.”

Natasha nods slowly, brushing a knuckle along your jaw. “But when you’re ready — fully ready — just tell us. And we’ll show you exactly how wanted you are.”

Your heartbeat hammers.

“…I think I’ll be ready soon,” you murmur.

Both alphas inhale at the same moment, a sound you feel deep in your bones.

But Wanda only presses her forehead to yours, breathing in your scent with aching tenderness.

“We’ll wait,” she promises.

Natasha leans in, voice low, delighted, almost trembling. “For you? We’d wait forever.”

And between them — warm, safe, wanted — you finally let your eyes close.

The moment is coming. But right now is soft. Right now is home.

———

Though, they didn’t have to wait that long.

You’d been quiet all week, avoiding their eyes, their scents, rooms that you knew they’d be in.

The alphas didn’t quite understand. Sure, they’d never had an omega before you. Weren’t exactly sure what this behaviour was and definitely didn’t know how to ask without sounding like fools.

Some random nature documentary was playing on the television, you’d fell asleep on the couch hours ago, but the couple didn’t leave your side nor did they attempt to move you.

Wanda was reading a book she’d bought months ago, Natasha was playing a game on her phone that she was only half paying attention too. Everything was quiet, until a low unmistakable whine escaped your sleeping throat.

They thought they’d imagined it at first, even stared at you for a solid minute just to make sure that you were okay. But the beads of sweat that was collecting on your head, and the way your body seemed to be tremble on a microscopic scale caught their attention.

Carefully, Natasha lifted you from the couch - your body overheated and clammy, your scent releasing a sweetness the pair have never smelt before. Wanda carefully turned off all the lights before following Natasha and your still sleeping form to the shared master bedroom.

The scent hit them properly the moment they crossed the bedroom threshold.

Both alphas slowed, instincts snapping sharp and immediate. Heat. Full, undeniable, textbook heat. Wanda’s grip on the doorframe tightened just slightly, Natasha’s spine going rigid as she adjusted her hold on you without even thinking about it.

You woke up naturally, the two alphas sat by your side - nose deep against your scent glands. A pitiful whimper escaping your lips as you instinctively spread you legs, looking at them both with a desperate glint in your soft eyes. “Please..” You whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Both of the Alphas’ eyes nearly turn completely black at your small plea and request, a growl building in both of their chests.

“Oh, baby girl…” Natasha practically purrs, her hand finding your hip.

“We got you.” Wanda assures, giving you a little squeeze.

Both Alphas are on you, their hands everywhere they can reach. They leave kisses all over you, from your neck to your chest.

“You’ve got us for the next few days, little pup.” Wanda whispers softly into your ear.

“We’ll make sure you’re completely looked after by the end of it.” Natasha promises, beginning to help disrobe you along with Wanda.

The two girls made quick work of your clothes before they had you lying on the bed. They both waste not a moment removing their own clothes. Both of them stand near you on either side of the bed as they do so, their eyes raking over every inch of your bare form. And from the hungry looks on their faces, there’s no question how little they’re willing to share you.

Wanda is the first one back onto the bed, climbing onto it and straddling your waist as she looks down at you with lust-filled eyes. Natasha follows closely behind, slotting behind your head and running her fingers through your hair and over the soft skin of your neck.

“You’re already whining so much…”

Natasha notes, her fingers ghosting down your cheek and stopping to hold your jaw in place.

Wanda, meanwhile, is working her way down your body, leaving small little marks on your skin as she goes. She stops at your chest, taking one of your nipples in her mouth, which earns a moan from deep in your throat. Behind you, Natasha’s fingers go down to your neck and press lightly against your neck where your mating mark from both Alpha’s soon will be.

Wanda’s hand slide down your sides as she flicks her tongue over your nipple and Natasha’s fingers brush against your neck, pressing lightly into your mating gland. A shiver runs down your spine at all the attention your most sensitive spots are receiving. Beneath them you begin to squirm desperately, clenching around nothing and aching to be filled.

“Needy little girl, huh?”

Wanda releases your nipple with an audible pop before she continues further down, spreading your legs as she goes and settling between them. Natasha moves to your neck, grazing her teeth against your mating gland

”That’s it, baby…” she murmurs, her fingers still dancing across your neck as she holds you in place.

Down between your legs, Wanda inhales deeply, closing her eyes and moaning as your scent hits her. She looks back up at you with a hungry look in her eyes.

Before you can even get out a sound, one of Wanda’s fingers slide inside of you, already sliding in so easily thanks to your slick. Almost simultaneously, Natasha’s fingers press harder against your neck.

“So wet and open.” Wanda purrs under her breath.

“You’re already so willing and ready for us.” adds Natasha, her fingers pressing harder against your neck, her Alpha pheromones filling the room.

Between your heat and the sheer amount of Alpha pheromones now filling the room, your head feels like it’s swimming at the intensity. Wanda slides another finger inside of you, pumping in and out as her tongue swirls around your clit. You’re practically writhing beneath both Alpha’s, struggling not to move your neck too much to stop Natasha from holding it in place. You’re whining and trying to speak.

“Please…”

Wanda and Natasha both smirk simultaneously at your desperate pleas.

“Please what, pup?” Natasha asks, her fingers suddenly squeezing around your neck once more, cutting off your airways for a moment.

Wanda’s fingers press against one of your inner walls, making you see white spots for a moment.

“Use your words.” Wanda purrs. It was all you could do not to start whimpering and mewling at both their actions.

You try to get a word out but can’t seem to get anything but incoherent moans to come from your mouth. So, instead, you try to use your body to speak for you. Your hips try desperately to grind against Wanda’s fingers.

“I think she’s desperate to be filled… isn’t that right, little puppy?” Natasha croons.

Wanda and Natasha both let out a breathy chuckle at your attempts to speak when all you can do is desperately whine. Natasha’s hand stays around your neck as Wanda picks up the pace.

“I think you’re right, Tasha…” Wanda’s voice is barely louder than a whisper, already knowing you’re well beyond the point of being able to hold a normal conversation.

Behind your head, Natasha suddenly removes her fingers from your neck, allowing you to breathe properly again. Her hand slides around to your mouth and you let out a gasp, only to be cut off as two fingers make their way into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue, stifling your moans.

“Such a needy little thing..” *Natasha mumbles. Beneath you, Wanda slides a third finger inside your core.

The stretch of your pussy around Wanda’s fingers has you whining around Natasha’s. You’re trying desperately to speak against her but it just comes out as garbled words. Your hands are gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles are turning white, your breathing is shallow and the pressure building inside you is becoming unbearable.

“You’re doing so well, pup.” Wanda assures, speeding up the movements of her fingers slightly.

You feel Natasha pull her fingers out of your mouth and sit back a little. She slides her thumb across your bottom lip before turning her attention on Wanda. She runs her fingers through her mates hair and cups her jaw in her palm.

“Wands…”

“I know..”

The two of them share a look that could only be known by the other. You feel Wanda’s fingers leave your core and her body remove itself from between your legs.

You try to take a gulp of air in at the sudden emptiness and try to sit up but Natasha pushes you back down. This time her hand is on your chest, pinning you to the bed. Natasha moves herself between your legs, pressing her hips up against your core and you whine at the feeling of her hard, leaking cock against you.

“Such a needy little puppy.” Natasha hums.

Just as you start to try and move your hips to create some sort of friction, Natasha’s hands grip your hips and still them. A growl rises from her chest at your movements.

“No. Stop being a brat.” She scolds. Before you can protest even more, she’s lining up the tip of her cock with your wet hole. You whine again, trying to squirm in her grip and try to get her inside you.

But Natasha is holding onto you tightly, keeping you where she wants you. Slowly, she starts to push in, inch by inch, making your head go blank as your fingers grip the sheets tighter.

“That’s it.” She grumbles, keeping track in until her pelvis is pressed up against you.

You try to speak but your words turn into an incoherent moans. Wanda sits beside you on the bed, stroking your hair as you squirm a little.

“Just focus on feeling it.” Wanda instructs, giving you a comforting smile. “Can you do that for me, puppy?”

Before you can even try to reply, Natasha slides almost all the way out and then quickly back in, making you moan loudly.

“There there… good girl.” Wanda murmurs, running her fingers through your hair in a soothing manner.

Natasha sets a rough pace, filling you to the brim with each brutal thrust. She’s growling and panting as she uses you, her fingers digging into your hips and her nails just barely break skin.

“Such a good girl…” she moans. “Taking my cock like a good little puppy..”

Wanda nods in agreement. “She’s a good girl. Isn’t she, Nat?” She asks, glancing over at her wife.

“Such a good girl.” Natasha grumbles. “So obedient..”

Wanda leans down, leaving soft kisses all over your face, down your neck and onto your chest. Her hands are still stroking your hair, trying to sooth you. Natasha is still pounding into you, her movements becoming harder but a little less coordinated.

“Don’t you want to come, pup?” She asks. “Is that what you want?”

“Just ask..” Wanda instructs.

Your head is spinning and your brain feels fuzzy. You tried to form any coherent thought but they just won’t come out. So, instead, you nod

“Please..” You manage to whine.

Wanda nods and turns back to Natasha. “Let her come.” Her voice is authoritative enough to make your brain focus for a brief moment before a particular harsh thrust makes you cry out.

“Good girl.” Natasha grunts. She gives a few more rougher thrusts, her fingernails practically drawing blood on your hips now. Then, when she’s just on the edge, she gives a few final hard thrusts, pressing herself as far into you as possible and moaning your name loudly as she finally comes.

A moment of satisfaction washes over Natasha’s face as her she pants for a second, holding herself still as her cum paints the inside of your puffy cunt.

But then, before she’s even had a moment to recover, she starts to grow inside you. You can still feeling her length twitching as it continues to throb, but it quickly starts to swell up as her knot starts to swell. ”Oh fuuuuck… you feel that little omega…?” She groans whilst her hips twitch.

The sudden growing pressure inside you has your hands reaching up to grab onto Natasha’s shoulders. You’re gripping onto her tightly as she grows locked inside you.

“Sshhh…” Wanda soothes, noticing your face contorting at the feeling. “Sshh… breathe…” she instructs in an almost motherly tone.

Despite you whining and clenching around her knot, Natasha leans over you, her teeth grazing over your mating gland. You feel her breath against it as you wait for a moment.

“You’re such a good girl,” she murmurs, nipping at the skin just enough to make you whimper.

After another moment and a particularly hard twitch from Natasha’s knot, she gives your mating gland a vicious bite and breaks the skin. A rush of pleasure and ecstasy washes over you as your first bond mark is planted.

“Such a brave little girl..” Wanda coos.

Wanda had moved so she’s sat against the headboard of the bed. You’re still sandwiched between the two Alpha’s. Natasha is still tied to you but she’s able to keep you spread open for Wanda.

“Stay still, pup.” Wanda instructs. “Let momma look after you too..”

Wanda strokes your hair once more before one of her hands slides up your thigh. You feel her fingers spread open your ass before she’s pressing up against your already occupied cunt. A yelp slips from your mouth, making Natasha growl and bite down on your neck to shut you up.

Wanda slides into you slowly, filling you even more than before. You whine and grip onto Natasha even harder. The brunette alpha lets out a groan of satisfaction as she bottoms out.

“Jesus Christ…” she breathes out. Natasha pulls her mouth away from your neck.

“She’s tight, right?”

“God, so tight.” Wanda grunts, her hands gripping your hips.

Natasha nods, her eyes shutting and a moan escaping her. “I think she’s still so sensitive… from before.”

The two Alpha’s begin to slowly move.

The two Alpha’s move together, their movements in practiced sync as they keep you impaled on their cocks. You’re panting and moaning, their names mixing together in your mouth.

“Can you take it, pup?” Wanda asks between her heavy breaths.

Natasha presses her hand onto your abdomen, feeling her own cock pushing up against the skin. You nod, trying to speak, but all you can get out is one word. “Y-yes.”

“Good girl..” Natasha purrs. “Such a good puppy.” Wanda’s hands tighten their hold on your hips, holding you in place as the two of them pick up the pace.

The two Alpha’s are growing rougher with their pace now, their hips smacking into your skin as the bed starts to creak beneath them. Your breaths and moans are getting shorter and more needy with every thrust.

Wanda wraps her hand around your neck again, her fingers applying a little pressure, making you see little white spots again. Natasha’s fingers are grazing your mating mark, making it burn and tingle. ”You’re doing so good, little puppy.” Natasha praises.

Your whole body seems to be on fire with pleasure. Your brain is fuzzy again and your stomach is clenching tighter and tighter.

“So good, momma.” You manage to whine.

At the little honorific, the Alpha’s seem to take that as a praise, their movements getting rougher. They’re both panting and groaning heavily. Natasha’s fingers dig into your skin as she holds you steady while Wanda’s grip on your neck tightens even more.

You’re getting closer and closer to the edge. Your moans are getting louder and needier as you try to speak.

“Please. Please…” You practically beg.

Both of the Alpha’s nod at you, understanding exactly what you’re trying to say. They pick up the pace even more. Wanda tightens her fingers around your neck, cutting off your breathing for a moment.

“Come, pup.” She instructs.

Wanda’s words and the pressure on your neck from both Alpha’s’ hands is all it takes, sending you over the edge. A strangled cry comes from you and you squeeze your eyes shut as you come.

The two Alpha’s keep working through your orgasm, continuing to chase their own. They’re getting sloppy and rougher now. Natasha’s fingers still gripping onto your hip and holding you in place. Wanda’s hand holds your neck tighter.

“We’re almost there.” Natasha moans.

Wanda lets out a long groan right after, her hips snapping up into you. Her face is flushed a dark pink, her lips parted as she pants. Behind you, Natasha is the last to come. Her whole body tenses up as her knot starts to swell in you.

“Oh- Oh, f-fuck.” She moans and pants against your neck. She’s panting your scent in like it’s the last breath she’ll ever take.

After what feels like forever, both Alpha’s collapse down on the bed with themselves and you. All three of you are panting and trying to catch your breaths. Wanda is still holding your neck while Natasha is still holding your hip.

“Such a good puppy.” Natasha praises.

You let out a shaky laugh, your chest rising and falling as the world slowly stops spinning. Wanda presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, murmuring softly, “Shh… you’re okay. You’re safe. Right here with us.”

Natasha’s hand never leaves your hip, rubbing soothing circles, grounding you. “Look at you,” she whispers, voice low and calm. “You did so well. So, so well.”

Wanda shifts slightly, draping a soft blanket over all three of you, tucking you snugly between them. You feel the warmth seep into your bones, the weight of the blanket like a soft shield from the world. Natasha adjusts your position, nudging your head closer to Wanda’s chest. “There, right there,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “That’s better, little one. Safe.”

Your muscles tremble slightly from the adrenaline, and Wanda brushes her fingers along your arms, slow, gentle strokes that feel like they’re melting the tension out of you. “You’re ours,” she whispers, “and we’re never letting go.”

Natasha hums softly in agreement, a quiet, steady vibration that travels through your chest. She moves her hand from your hip to your side, thumb brushing soothing circles across your ribs. “We’ll take care of you,” she murmurs. “Everything you need, whenever you need it.”

You nuzzle into Wanda’s chest, listening to her heartbeat, the steady rhythm like a lullaby. She runs her fingers through your hair, untangling stray strands, brushing the sweat from your forehead, tucking hair behind your ears with gentle precision. “Such a good little omega,” she coos, voice thick with affection. “We’ve got every piece of you.”

Natasha slides a hand under your shoulders, giving a small supportive lift so you’re nestled perfectly between them. “You can rest now,” she whispers, pressing her cheek to yours. “Just breathe. You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

Wanda shifts again, adjusting the blanket so it covers your feet, pulling it up over your shoulders without breaking the gentle hold on your neck. She brushes her thumb along your jawline, tracing little circles. “Want some water?” she asks softly. “Or maybe a little snack?”

Natasha reaches for a water bottle from the nightstand and holds it to your lips. “There,” she says, guiding it so you can sip without straining. “Take your time. We’re not going anywhere.” She watches you carefully, eyes soft, her hand never leaving yours. “That’s it. Good. Easy.”

You take a few slow sips, feeling the cool water slide down your throat, every swallow grounding you more. Wanda leans down, pressing her lips to your forehead, murmuring, “See? You’re safe. Right here, right now. That’s all that matters.”

Natasha hums again, running a finger along your arm and down to hold your hand. “We’re proud of you,” she says softly. “Every little bit of you. You were amazing.”

Wanda lifts your chin gently, brushing your hair away from your face. “Do you want me to brush your hair?” she asks, already reaching for a soft brush. You nod slightly, too tired to speak. She kneels behind your head and starts brushing slowly, deliberately, the bristles gliding through tangles, each stroke grounding you further.

Natasha leans close, pressing kisses to the top of your head, your temple, your shoulder. “So good,” she whispers. “So loved. So safe.” Her hands move to adjust the blanket around your body, making sure you’re fully cocooned in warmth.

Wanda hums a quiet tune, brushing your hair and letting her fingers trail down your arms, over your shoulders, across your back in calming strokes. “Shh… just rest,” she murmurs. “We’ll stay right here. Always.”

You feel yourself start to drift, heavy with sleep and safety. Natasha notices and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Go on,” she says softly. “Dream. Rest. We’ve got all of you.”

Wanda’s hand slides to hold yours, thumbs tracing soothing patterns across your knuckles. “We’ll keep you warm,” she whispers. “We’ll keep you safe. And when you wake, we’ll still be here. Every time.”

Natasha brushes a finger along your cheek. “We’re yours, little one. All of us. Every part of you. Never alone.”

You nestle fully between them, letting the exhaustion finally win. Their warmth, their soft touches, their steady breaths… everything melts together into a cocoon that feels unbreakable. Every little worry drifts away, replaced with safety, love, and an almost dizzying sense of being completely cherished.

Wanda presses one last kiss to the top of your head as you drift off, whispering, “Sleep, little one. We’ll be right here.”

Natasha hums softly, holding your hand and stroking your back. “Always,” she murmurs. “Always here.”

And finally, with both Alphas holding you, soothing you, keeping you safe, you let yourself sink fully into sleep, into warmth, into love, knowing that nothing could ever reach you here.

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Won by Youam

ABO AU

Alpha WandaNat x Omega Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: Your first showing was stressful, being bought by two alphas who can’t stop looking at you - it should make you uncomfortable, but it doesn’t. From first cuddles to your first time, you find out what it’s like to really be owned and loved.

TW: Smut, Fingering (R receive), slight orgasm denial (if you squint), penetration, double penetration, knotting, choking (maybe?)

Men and Minors DNI

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Your first showing feels like a dream you haven’t quite woken up from — too bright around the edges, too loud, too scented with the pheromones of alphas who stare like they already own you. The velvet curtains are heavy behind you, pressing that reality into place.

You swallow hard, stepping out into the auction hall. Everything quiets in a strange, unnerving wave, like your scent reached the crowd before you did.

But among the rows of alphas assessing you with greedy or bored eyes, two figures stand out immediately.

Not because they’re famous.
Not because they’re powerful.

But because the moment they look at you, something inside your chest answers.

Wanda Maximoff — her gaze warm, soft, and startlingly gentle.
Natasha Romanoff — sharp-eyed, leaning back with a half-smirk like she already knows exactly how this ends.

You tell yourself to look away, but you can’t.

Natasha nudges Wanda with her elbow, murmuring something you can’t hear. Wanda doesn’t laugh — but her lips curl into a smile so tender it nearly knocks the breath out of you.

They’re already focused on you.
Like they’ve seen hundreds of omegas walk across this stage and not one of them mattered until now.

You inhale shakily, and Wanda’s eyes soften further, as if she can sense the spike of nerves.

You have to speak, you remind yourself when the auctioneer asks if you’re ready.

“I… yes,” you manage, voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha’s eyes light up at the sound, like your voice is a gift.

———

The numbers start low. They always do.

“Twenty thousand.”
“Forty.”

Then Natasha’s voice cuts through the murmuring crowd, smooth and lazy:

“Fifty.”

A collective shift of attention. Even the auctioneer hesitates.

Then the hostile alpha — the one whose scent reeks of bitterness and frustrated dominance — snaps:

“Seventy.”

Your breath stutters. Something about his gaze makes your stomach knot.

Wanda’s expression changes. Her eyes narrow, protective in a way that sends a strange warmth through your chest.

“One hundred,” she says.

The hall reacts with shock. The couple never bids. Never competes.

The not-so-nice alpha stands, glaring at you like you’re spoiling something for him.

“Two hundred.”

Natasha laughs under her breath and leans forward, elbows on her knees, eyes locked on yours.

“Three-fifty.”

The crowd gasps.

The hostile alpha snarls. “Five hundred.”

Wanda barely waits a beat. “Six.”

Silence.

The man sits down, jaw clenched, scent souring the air.

Sold.

Your knees nearly give out.

———

You were held in a back room at first. Then after ten minutes, the two alphas walked in with a natural air of dominance it made you do a double take.

They didn’t look at you like they’d won a prize, or like you were some sort of prey animal. If anything they looked at you as if you’re something worth looking at.

Natasha opens the door of the sleek black car for you herself, which immediately feels wrong, someone with her status doesn’t do that.

But she only wiggles her eyebrows and says, “After you, sweetheart.”

You’re startled into a tiny laugh, and Natasha looks disproportionately pleased with herself.

You slide into the plush seat, letting out a slow breath as the door closes and soft light fills the interior. Wanda slips in beside you with elegant ease, her presence warm and comforting.

She waits a moment before speaking, giving you time to breathe.

“If you’d like the window down,” she says gently, “or extra space, or water — you just ask. Your comfort matters.”

You blink at her, taken aback by the sincerity. “Thank you. I… I’m okay. Just overwhelmed.”

Natasha clicks her tongue playfully as she settles on your other side. “Of course you are. That room was full of idiots.”

Wanda nudges her. “Natasha.”

“What? I’m being considerate.” She turns back to you. “You handled it better than most omegas I’ve seen.”

Your cheeks heat. “…Really?”

“Really,” they answer in unison.

Wanda’s hand hovers near yours. She doesn’t touch — she waits.

“May I?” she asks softly.

You nod before you even think about it. Her fingers lace with yours gently, like you’re something precious.

Natasha watches the contact, her playful smile softening into something warmer. “We meant what we said back there. You feel… different.”

You swallow. “Different how?”

Natasha leans her head on the seat, eyes tracing your face. “The kind of different that makes my heart do weird things.”

Wanda adds, quieter, “The kind that feels like coming home.”

Your breath catches. “But you don’t even know me yet.”

“Not yet,” Wanda agrees, curling her thumb against the back of your hand. “But we will.”

Natasha winks. “Unless you decide you hate us. Then we’ll drop you off somewhere nice with a very expensive gift basket.”

You laugh, genuinely this time. “I don’t think I’m going to hate you.”

The two alphas exchange a look that is nothing short of radiant.

———

The elevator doors open into a breathtaking open-layout home with windows stretching floor to ceiling, the city glittering below.

You take one step inside and freeze.

“It’s okay,” Wanda murmurs, her hand still in yours. “New spaces can be overwhelming for omegas after a showing. Take your time.”

Natasha crouches beside the bags she picked up from the concierge desk. “We got you a few things. Essentials. Some clothes. Snacks. Wanda went overboard.”

Wanda glares at her mate, flushing. “I didn’t know what she’d like.”

Your heart twists. “That’s… really thoughtful. Thank you. Both of you.”

Wanda beams at the praise, and Natasha laughs under her breath. “You just made her whole week.”

Wanda mutters, “Natasha,” and you can’t help but smile again.

———

They don’t just feed you.
They dote on you.

Wanda cooks, actual homemade food that smells like comfort and warmth and everything good. Natasha hovers around you, bringing water, adjusting the lights, making sure you’re not too hot or too cold.

At one point you murmur, “You don’t have to do all this.”

Wanda sets a gentle hand on your shoulder. “We want to. You’re ours now… not anyone else’s. And we take care of what we own.” The words are soft, yet the possessiveness undertone is hard to ignore.

Natasha leans her cheek into her palm and grins at you. “Plus, you’re cute when you eat.”

You nearly choke, the slightest hint of pink tints your cheeks and you muffle something unintelligible that made the two alphas smirk.

———

Then, they both led you to the bathroom. Wanda’s fingers laced with yours like it was natural, Natasha’s hand pressed against your lower back like a silent promise.

They don’t join you, they don’t even offer. Instead, they run the bath, test the water, and set fluffy towels within reach.

Wanda’s voice is soft at the doorframe. “If you want privacy, we’ll be down the hall. If you need help with anything, anything at all, just call.”

Natasha adds, “And if the scents from earlier are sticking to you, the soaps in there will help.”

You look between them, feeling awkward and warm and safe all at once.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. “Really. I… didn’t expect any of this.”

Natasha’s smile softens. “That’s okay. We’ll show you.”

Wanda finishes, “There’s no rush for anything. Tonight is about you resting.”

When they leave and you sink into the warm water, something inside you unwinds in a way you can’t remember feeling before.

Afterwards, wrapped in a robe Wanda insisted on warming for you, you wander into the living room. The alphas are lounging on the couch, space between them deliberately kept open.

Wanda pats the spot. “If you want to join us?”

Your voice comes out shy. “Can I?”

Natasha snorts. “We were hoping you would.”

You settle between them, shoulders brushing. Their scents are calm, soothing, protective — and you feel yourself relax so fully you almost melt into the couch.

A long moment passes.

Then, softly, you say, “I… think I like being here.”

Wanda’s fingers gently brush your arm. “We like you here too.”

Natasha shifts just enough for her thigh to touch yours. “Get some rest, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

Your eyes flutter shut.

Their scents wrap around you like a blanket as the city lights glow outside.

And for the first time in a long time you feel safe.

The morning after the showing, you wake slowly in a room you don’t recognize. The bed is soft, the sheets warm, and sunlight pours in gently through gauzy curtains. It takes a moment for the memories to collect — the auction, the bidding war, Wanda’s soothing voice, Natasha’s teasing confidence. The car ride. The way their scents made your pulse slow instead of spike.

On the nightstand beside you is a small folded note. Wanda’s handwriting curls neatly across the page.

We let you sleep in. There’s food waiting whenever you’re ready.
Come find us. No rush.
— W & N

The simple kindness of it makes your throat tighten.

When you drift out into the open kitchen, Natasha lifts both arms like she’s spotted a long-lost friend. “There she is! Our sleeping beauty.”

Wanda gives her a look, though she’s smiling softly as she plates food. “Natasha.”

“What? I’m being welcoming.”

You sit down, cheeks warm. “I, um… good morning.”

Wanda slides a plate in front of you with the gentleness of someone placing something fragile. “Eat as much or as little as you want. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I made a few things.”

“A few?” Natasha snorts, waving a hand at the absurd spread of dishes. “This is a diplomatic buffet.”

You laugh quietly — and Wanda glows as if you handed her a gift.

Those first few days settle into a careful rhythm. You stay in the guest room without pressure to move. Wanda always knocks softly before entering. Natasha announces herself loudly enough that you hear her halfway down the hall.

They never crowd you, never loom the way some alphas do. You realize quickly that Wanda’s patience is bone-deep — she asks before every touch, every closeness. Natasha is bold, but she reins herself in beautifully, offering light teasing taps to your shoulder or a wink across the room but waiting for you to initiate anything more.

It doesn’t take long for you to start gravitating toward them on your own.

One lazy afternoon, you’re curled on the couch reading. Wanda sits beside you with a gardening book, her knee barely brushing yours. Every now and then, she glances at you with that soft maternal fondness that makes your cheeks warm. Natasha lounges on the opposite end, feet propped up, pretending not to watch you even though she absolutely is.

You close your book with a sigh. “I… like it here.”

Natasha immediately straightens, eyes lighting. “Yeah?”

Wanda’s face softens. “We’re glad. Truly.”

Over the next while — not days, not even weeks, just time thick and warm and steady, the penthouse becomes familiar. Comforting.

Wanda teaches you how to care for the balcony plants. She names each one like old friends and beams when you remember them. She’s patient, always guiding your hands lightly, her scent warm like cinnamon and hearthfire.

Natasha shows you her workout routine, exaggerating her flexing until you’re doubled over laughing. She jumps to your side the moment you wobble on a machine, steadying you with large warm hands but stepping back as soon as you’re stable again.

Once, she scoops you up bridal-style simply because “you looked like you needed elevation.” You shriek and cling to her shoulders, and she laughs, bright and smug, while Wanda sighs in the background but fails to hide her smile.

Dinner becomes a shared ritual. Wanda cooks tender, aromatic meals that fill the whole penthouse with warmth. Natasha steals ingredients when Wanda isn’t looking. You stir a pot, bumping elbows with them, and their scents mix in the air — not overwhelming, just present. Familiar.

One evening, you pause mid-stir and say, half-joking but not really, “You two are trying to domesticate me.”

Natasha grins like she’s been caught. “Maybe we are.”

Wanda flushes so sweetly it makes your stomach flutter.

You grow more comfortable with their scents as time passes. It starts with you sitting between them during a movie because “you smell nice,” you admit without thinking. Natasha nearly drops the bowl of popcorn. Wanda goes pink to the tips of her ears.

Another night, a wave of leftover fear hits you out of nowhere — the memory of the auction room, the hostile alpha, the feeling of being on display. You sit on the couch and try to breathe through it, but your hands shake.

“Hey,” Natasha murmurs gently, crouching in front of you. “What do you need?”

You swallow. “I… Wanda? Could I…?”

Wanda is beside you instantly. “You can always ask. May I hold you?”

Your nod is tiny but certain.

She gathers you slowly, her arms warm and secure. Her scent blooms, enveloping you in a soothing, maternal wave that eases the tremor in your chest. Natasha joins on your other side, rubbing slow circles on your back, her voice low and steady as she says, “We’ve got you, omega.”

And you believe them.

You fall asleep there again — tucked safely between them. When you wake much later with your cheek on Wanda’s shoulder and Natasha’s hand resting lightly on your knee, neither alpha pretends it was inconvenient. Wanda only smiles sleepily and whispers, “Good morning, honey,” while Natasha yawns and says, “Best nap ever.”

The shift in the air after that is subtle but undeniable.

You start seeking them out on purpose — leaning into Wanda’s side when she reads, poking Natasha in the ribs when she teases you, curling between them during lazy evenings without hesitation.

One rainy night, the three of you sit under a shared blanket on the couch, the city smudged behind fogged-up windows. Wanda strokes your hair absentmindedly. Natasha twirls a loose thread on your sleeve.

Quiet settles thick and warm, until you whisper, almost too softly to hear:

“I think… I think I’m starting to feel like I belong here.”

Both alphas freeze — but not in fear.

Wanda’s hand cups your cheek gently, her thumb brushing your skin like you might vanish. Her voice shakes just a little. “We want you to belong here. Truly.”

Natasha leans closer, her expression more earnest than you’ve ever seen it. “We want you, sweetheart. Not because of the bidding. Not because of obligation. Because… you fit with us.”

Your breath stutters. Your scent wavers, shy and warm.

Wanda inhales sharply. Natasha’s fingers curl in the blanket. You can feel tension tightening between them — hopeful, restrained, desperate to be patient for you.

“…Not tonight,” Wanda whispers, though her eyes are dark with emotion. “We won’t rush you.”

Natasha nods slowly, brushing a knuckle along your jaw. “But when you’re ready — fully ready — just tell us. And we’ll show you exactly how wanted you are.”

Your heartbeat hammers.

“…I think I’ll be ready soon,” you murmur.

Both alphas inhale at the same moment, a sound you feel deep in your bones.

But Wanda only presses her forehead to yours, breathing in your scent with aching tenderness.

“We’ll wait,” she promises.

Natasha leans in, voice low, delighted, almost trembling. “For you? We’d wait forever.”

And between them — warm, safe, wanted — you finally let your eyes close.

The moment is coming. But right now is soft. Right now is home.

———

Though, they didn’t have to wait that long.

You’d been quiet all week, avoiding their eyes, their scents, rooms that you knew they’d be in.

The alphas didn’t quite understand. Sure, they’d never had an omega before you. Weren’t exactly sure what this behaviour was and definitely didn’t know how to ask without sounding like fools.

Some random nature documentary was playing on the television, you’d fell asleep on the couch hours ago, but the couple didn’t leave your side nor did they attempt to move you.

Wanda was reading a book she’d bought months ago, Natasha was playing a game on her phone that she was only half paying attention too. Everything was quiet, until a low unmistakable whine escaped your sleeping throat.

They thought they’d imagined it at first, even stared at you for a solid minute just to make sure that you were okay. But the beads of sweat that was collecting on your head, and the way your body seemed to be tremble on a microscopic scale caught their attention.

Carefully, Natasha lifted you from the couch - your body overheated and clammy, your scent releasing a sweetness the pair have never smelt before. Wanda carefully turned off all the lights before following Natasha and your still sleeping form to the shared master bedroom.

The scent hit them properly the moment they crossed the bedroom threshold.

Both alphas slowed, instincts snapping sharp and immediate. Heat. Full, undeniable, textbook heat. Wanda’s grip on the doorframe tightened just slightly, Natasha’s spine going rigid as she adjusted her hold on you without even thinking about it.

You woke up naturally, the two alphas sat by your side - nose deep against your scent glands. A pitiful whimper escaping your lips as you instinctively spread you legs, looking at them both with a desperate glint in your soft eyes. “Please..” You whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Both of the Alphas’ eyes nearly turn completely black at your small plea and request, a growl building in both of their chests.

“Oh, baby girl…” Natasha practically purrs, her hand finding your hip.

“We got you.” Wanda assures, giving you a little squeeze.

Both Alphas are on you, their hands everywhere they can reach. They leave kisses all over you, from your neck to your chest.

“You’ve got us for the next few days, little pup.” Wanda whispers softly into your ear.

“We’ll make sure you’re completely looked after by the end of it.” Natasha promises, beginning to help disrobe you along with Wanda.

The two girls made quick work of your clothes before they had you lying on the bed. They both waste not a moment removing their own clothes. Both of them stand near you on either side of the bed as they do so, their eyes raking over every inch of your bare form. And from the hungry looks on their faces, there’s no question how little they’re willing to share you.

Wanda is the first one back onto the bed, climbing onto it and straddling your waist as she looks down at you with lust-filled eyes. Natasha follows closely behind, slotting behind your head and running her fingers through your hair and over the soft skin of your neck.

“You’re already whining so much…”

Natasha notes, her fingers ghosting down your cheek and stopping to hold your jaw in place.

Wanda, meanwhile, is working her way down your body, leaving small little marks on your skin as she goes. She stops at your chest, taking one of your nipples in her mouth, which earns a moan from deep in your throat. Behind you, Natasha’s fingers go down to your neck and press lightly against your neck where your mating mark from both Alpha’s soon will be.

Wanda’s hand slide down your sides as she flicks her tongue over your nipple and Natasha’s fingers brush against your neck, pressing lightly into your mating gland. A shiver runs down your spine at all the attention your most sensitive spots are receiving. Beneath them you begin to squirm desperately, clenching around nothing and aching to be filled.

“Needy little girl, huh?”

Wanda releases your nipple with an audible pop before she continues further down, spreading your legs as she goes and settling between them. Natasha moves to your neck, grazing her teeth against your mating gland

”That’s it, baby…” she murmurs, her fingers still dancing across your neck as she holds you in place.

Down between your legs, Wanda inhales deeply, closing her eyes and moaning as your scent hits her. She looks back up at you with a hungry look in her eyes.

Before you can even get out a sound, one of Wanda’s fingers slide inside of you, already sliding in so easily thanks to your slick. Almost simultaneously, Natasha’s fingers press harder against your neck.

“So wet and open.” Wanda purrs under her breath.

“You’re already so willing and ready for us.” adds Natasha, her fingers pressing harder against your neck, her Alpha pheromones filling the room.

Between your heat and the sheer amount of Alpha pheromones now filling the room, your head feels like it’s swimming at the intensity. Wanda slides another finger inside of you, pumping in and out as her tongue swirls around your clit. You’re practically writhing beneath both Alpha’s, struggling not to move your neck too much to stop Natasha from holding it in place. You’re whining and trying to speak.

“Please…”

Wanda and Natasha both smirk simultaneously at your desperate pleas.

“Please what, pup?” Natasha asks, her fingers suddenly squeezing around your neck once more, cutting off your airways for a moment.

Wanda’s fingers press against one of your inner walls, making you see white spots for a moment.

“Use your words.” Wanda purrs. It was all you could do not to start whimpering and mewling at both their actions.

You try to get a word out but can’t seem to get anything but incoherent moans to come from your mouth. So, instead, you try to use your body to speak for you. Your hips try desperately to grind against Wanda’s fingers.

“I think she’s desperate to be filled… isn’t that right, little puppy?” Natasha croons.

Wanda and Natasha both let out a breathy chuckle at your attempts to speak when all you can do is desperately whine. Natasha’s hand stays around your neck as Wanda picks up the pace.

“I think you’re right, Tasha…” Wanda’s voice is barely louder than a whisper, already knowing you’re well beyond the point of being able to hold a normal conversation.

Behind your head, Natasha suddenly removes her fingers from your neck, allowing you to breathe properly again. Her hand slides around to your mouth and you let out a gasp, only to be cut off as two fingers make their way into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue, stifling your moans.

“Such a needy little thing..” *Natasha mumbles. Beneath you, Wanda slides a third finger inside your core.

The stretch of your pussy around Wanda’s fingers has you whining around Natasha’s. You’re trying desperately to speak against her but it just comes out as garbled words. Your hands are gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles are turning white, your breathing is shallow and the pressure building inside you is becoming unbearable.

“You’re doing so well, pup.” Wanda assures, speeding up the movements of her fingers slightly.

You feel Natasha pull her fingers out of your mouth and sit back a little. She slides her thumb across your bottom lip before turning her attention on Wanda. She runs her fingers through her mates hair and cups her jaw in her palm.

“Wands…”

“I know..”

The two of them share a look that could only be known by the other. You feel Wanda’s fingers leave your core and her body remove itself from between your legs.

You try to take a gulp of air in at the sudden emptiness and try to sit up but Natasha pushes you back down. This time her hand is on your chest, pinning you to the bed. Natasha moves herself between your legs, pressing her hips up against your core and you whine at the feeling of her hard, leaking cock against you.

“Such a needy little puppy.” Natasha hums.

Just as you start to try and move your hips to create some sort of friction, Natasha’s hands grip your hips and still them. A growl rises from her chest at your movements.

“No. Stop being a brat.” She scolds. Before you can protest even more, she’s lining up the tip of her cock with your wet hole. You whine again, trying to squirm in her grip and try to get her inside you.

But Natasha is holding onto you tightly, keeping you where she wants you. Slowly, she starts to push in, inch by inch, making your head go blank as your fingers grip the sheets tighter.

“That’s it.” She grumbles, keeping track in until her pelvis is pressed up against you.

You try to speak but your words turn into an incoherent moans. Wanda sits beside you on the bed, stroking your hair as you squirm a little.

“Just focus on feeling it.” Wanda instructs, giving you a comforting smile. “Can you do that for me, puppy?”

Before you can even try to reply, Natasha slides almost all the way out and then quickly back in, making you moan loudly.

“There there… good girl.” Wanda murmurs, running her fingers through your hair in a soothing manner.

Natasha sets a rough pace, filling you to the brim with each brutal thrust. She’s growling and panting as she uses you, her fingers digging into your hips and her nails just barely break skin.

“Such a good girl…” she moans. “Taking my cock like a good little puppy..”

Wanda nods in agreement. “She’s a good girl. Isn’t she, Nat?” She asks, glancing over at her wife.

“Such a good girl.” Natasha grumbles. “So obedient..”

Wanda leans down, leaving soft kisses all over your face, down your neck and onto your chest. Her hands are still stroking your hair, trying to sooth you. Natasha is still pounding into you, her movements becoming harder but a little less coordinated.

“Don’t you want to come, pup?” She asks. “Is that what you want?”

“Just ask..” Wanda instructs.

Your head is spinning and your brain feels fuzzy. You tried to form any coherent thought but they just won’t come out. So, instead, you nod

“Please..” You manage to whine.

Wanda nods and turns back to Natasha. “Let her come.” Her voice is authoritative enough to make your brain focus for a brief moment before a particular harsh thrust makes you cry out.

“Good girl.” Natasha grunts. She gives a few more rougher thrusts, her fingernails practically drawing blood on your hips now. Then, when she’s just on the edge, she gives a few final hard thrusts, pressing herself as far into you as possible and moaning your name loudly as she finally comes.

A moment of satisfaction washes over Natasha’s face as her she pants for a second, holding herself still as her cum paints the inside of your puffy cunt.

But then, before she’s even had a moment to recover, she starts to grow inside you. You can still feeling her length twitching as it continues to throb, but it quickly starts to swell up as her knot starts to swell. ”Oh fuuuuck… you feel that little omega…?” She groans whilst her hips twitch.

The sudden growing pressure inside you has your hands reaching up to grab onto Natasha’s shoulders. You’re gripping onto her tightly as she grows locked inside you.

“Sshhh…” Wanda soothes, noticing your face contorting at the feeling. “Sshh… breathe…” she instructs in an almost motherly tone.

Despite you whining and clenching around her knot, Natasha leans over you, her teeth grazing over your mating gland. You feel her breath against it as you wait for a moment.

“You’re such a good girl,” she murmurs, nipping at the skin just enough to make you whimper.

After another moment and a particularly hard twitch from Natasha’s knot, she gives your mating gland a vicious bite and breaks the skin. A rush of pleasure and ecstasy washes over you as your first bond mark is planted.

“Such a brave little girl..” Wanda coos.

Wanda had moved so she’s sat against the headboard of the bed. You’re still sandwiched between the two Alpha’s. Natasha is still tied to you but she’s able to keep you spread open for Wanda.

“Stay still, pup.” Wanda instructs. “Let momma look after you too..”

Wanda strokes your hair once more before one of her hands slides up your thigh. You feel her fingers spread open your ass before she’s pressing up against your already occupied cunt. A yelp slips from your mouth, making Natasha growl and bite down on your neck to shut you up.

Wanda slides into you slowly, filling you even more than before. You whine and grip onto Natasha even harder. The brunette alpha lets out a groan of satisfaction as she bottoms out.

“Jesus Christ…” she breathes out. Natasha pulls her mouth away from your neck.

“She’s tight, right?”

“God, so tight.” Wanda grunts, her hands gripping your hips.

Natasha nods, her eyes shutting and a moan escaping her. “I think she’s still so sensitive… from before.”

The two Alpha’s begin to slowly move.

The two Alpha’s move together, their movements in practiced sync as they keep you impaled on their cocks. You’re panting and moaning, their names mixing together in your mouth.

“Can you take it, pup?” Wanda asks between her heavy breaths.

Natasha presses her hand onto your abdomen, feeling her own cock pushing up against the skin. You nod, trying to speak, but all you can get out is one word. “Y-yes.”

“Good girl..” Natasha purrs. “Such a good puppy.” Wanda’s hands tighten their hold on your hips, holding you in place as the two of them pick up the pace.

The two Alpha’s are growing rougher with their pace now, their hips smacking into your skin as the bed starts to creak beneath them. Your breaths and moans are getting shorter and more needy with every thrust.

Wanda wraps her hand around your neck again, her fingers applying a little pressure, making you see little white spots again. Natasha’s fingers are grazing your mating mark, making it burn and tingle. ”You’re doing so good, little puppy.” Natasha praises.

Your whole body seems to be on fire with pleasure. Your brain is fuzzy again and your stomach is clenching tighter and tighter.

“So good, momma.” You manage to whine.

At the little honorific, the Alpha’s seem to take that as a praise, their movements getting rougher. They’re both panting and groaning heavily. Natasha’s fingers dig into your skin as she holds you steady while Wanda’s grip on your neck tightens even more.

You’re getting closer and closer to the edge. Your moans are getting louder and needier as you try to speak.

“Please. Please…” You practically beg.

Both of the Alpha’s nod at you, understanding exactly what you’re trying to say. They pick up the pace even more. Wanda tightens her fingers around your neck, cutting off your breathing for a moment.

“Come, pup.” She instructs.

Wanda’s words and the pressure on your neck from both Alpha’s’ hands is all it takes, sending you over the edge. A strangled cry comes from you and you squeeze your eyes shut as you come.

The two Alpha’s keep working through your orgasm, continuing to chase their own. They’re getting sloppy and rougher now. Natasha’s fingers still gripping onto your hip and holding you in place. Wanda’s hand holds your neck tighter.

“We’re almost there.” Natasha moans.

Wanda lets out a long groan right after, her hips snapping up into you. Her face is flushed a dark pink, her lips parted as she pants. Behind you, Natasha is the last to come. Her whole body tenses up as her knot starts to swell in you.

“Oh- Oh, f-fuck.” She moans and pants against your neck. She’s panting your scent in like it’s the last breath she’ll ever take.

After what feels like forever, both Alpha’s collapse down on the bed with themselves and you. All three of you are panting and trying to catch your breaths. Wanda is still holding your neck while Natasha is still holding your hip.

“Such a good puppy.” Natasha praises.

You let out a shaky laugh, your chest rising and falling as the world slowly stops spinning. Wanda presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, murmuring softly, “Shh… you’re okay. You’re safe. Right here with us.”

Natasha’s hand never leaves your hip, rubbing soothing circles, grounding you. “Look at you,” she whispers, voice low and calm. “You did so well. So, so well.”

Wanda shifts slightly, draping a soft blanket over all three of you, tucking you snugly between them. You feel the warmth seep into your bones, the weight of the blanket like a soft shield from the world. Natasha adjusts your position, nudging your head closer to Wanda’s chest. “There, right there,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “That’s better, little one. Safe.”

Your muscles tremble slightly from the adrenaline, and Wanda brushes her fingers along your arms, slow, gentle strokes that feel like they’re melting the tension out of you. “You’re ours,” she whispers, “and we’re never letting go.”

Natasha hums softly in agreement, a quiet, steady vibration that travels through your chest. She moves her hand from your hip to your side, thumb brushing soothing circles across your ribs. “We’ll take care of you,” she murmurs. “Everything you need, whenever you need it.”

You nuzzle into Wanda’s chest, listening to her heartbeat, the steady rhythm like a lullaby. She runs her fingers through your hair, untangling stray strands, brushing the sweat from your forehead, tucking hair behind your ears with gentle precision. “Such a good little omega,” she coos, voice thick with affection. “We’ve got every piece of you.”

Natasha slides a hand under your shoulders, giving a small supportive lift so you’re nestled perfectly between them. “You can rest now,” she whispers, pressing her cheek to yours. “Just breathe. You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

Wanda shifts again, adjusting the blanket so it covers your feet, pulling it up over your shoulders without breaking the gentle hold on your neck. She brushes her thumb along your jawline, tracing little circles. “Want some water?” she asks softly. “Or maybe a little snack?”

Natasha reaches for a water bottle from the nightstand and holds it to your lips. “There,” she says, guiding it so you can sip without straining. “Take your time. We’re not going anywhere.” She watches you carefully, eyes soft, her hand never leaving yours. “That’s it. Good. Easy.”

You take a few slow sips, feeling the cool water slide down your throat, every swallow grounding you more. Wanda leans down, pressing her lips to your forehead, murmuring, “See? You’re safe. Right here, right now. That’s all that matters.”

Natasha hums again, running a finger along your arm and down to hold your hand. “We’re proud of you,” she says softly. “Every little bit of you. You were amazing.”

Wanda lifts your chin gently, brushing your hair away from your face. “Do you want me to brush your hair?” she asks, already reaching for a soft brush. You nod slightly, too tired to speak. She kneels behind your head and starts brushing slowly, deliberately, the bristles gliding through tangles, each stroke grounding you further.

Natasha leans close, pressing kisses to the top of your head, your temple, your shoulder. “So good,” she whispers. “So loved. So safe.” Her hands move to adjust the blanket around your body, making sure you’re fully cocooned in warmth.

Wanda hums a quiet tune, brushing your hair and letting her fingers trail down your arms, over your shoulders, across your back in calming strokes. “Shh… just rest,” she murmurs. “We’ll stay right here. Always.”

You feel yourself start to drift, heavy with sleep and safety. Natasha notices and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Go on,” she says softly. “Dream. Rest. We’ve got all of you.”

Wanda’s hand slides to hold yours, thumbs tracing soothing patterns across your knuckles. “We’ll keep you warm,” she whispers. “We’ll keep you safe. And when you wake, we’ll still be here. Every time.”

Natasha brushes a finger along your cheek. “We’re yours, little one. All of us. Every part of you. Never alone.”

You nestle fully between them, letting the exhaustion finally win. Their warmth, their soft touches, their steady breaths… everything melts together into a cocoon that feels unbreakable. Every little worry drifts away, replaced with safety, love, and an almost dizzying sense of being completely cherished.

Wanda presses one last kiss to the top of your head as you drift off, whispering, “Sleep, little one. We’ll be right here.”

Natasha hums softly, holding your hand and stroking your back. “Always,” she murmurs. “Always here.”

And finally, with both Alphas holding you, soothing you, keeping you safe, you let yourself sink fully into sleep, into warmth, into love, knowing that nothing could ever reach you here.

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