Vanessa

Hi🥹🥹 this is my first time writing a fanfic/smut so my apologies if its not great lol.

Summary: you've been deprived of Wanda & Natasha's touch for weeks now.. then one afternoon, things take a turn. (Takes place in late 60s and early 70s based off the pictures above!)

WandaNat x fem reader

Warnings: smut, bdsm, mommy kink, both are doms, edging/orgasm denial, sensory deprivation (kinda), slight overstimulation, degrading, praising, vibrator, fingering.

Word count: 6k

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The soft, muted sounds of metal windchimes bounced off each other, creating a soft and melodic noise that traveled through the walls, coming from outside. The house was quiet; no television on, no sounds of Wanda cooking or Natasha's hushed, frustrated groans at whatever paper she was working on. Silence.

It wasn't common for the two to leave you home alone, not for hours on end, nonetheless. Wanda had an important Vigil to attend to at church this week, whilst Natasha was out attending to yet another important meeting. Of course, that wasn't out of the ordinary. Most days, at least Wanda would be home with you if you weren't out at school, attending your dream college both women held your hand step by step to get into. This week, however, was your winter break. And of course, neither of them were able to find any sort of time off. You were left in your cozy and spacious home, one that was usually shared with two other comforting wives beside you. No matter how many times you walked around the house to find something to do, nothing stuck out to even be considered interesting enough.

You make your way around the house for what you believe to be the fourth time; bare foot, feeling the dark hardwood floors beneath the arches of your feet, the chilled polished floors caused you to shiver just the slightest bit. You make your way down the hallway, gliding your slender fingers amongst the smooth, off-white walls, when the sudden ringing of the wall phone in the kitchen snapped you out of your daydreaming. Having nothing else to do, and having hopes of hearing either of your wives voices, you frolic your way to the phone, picking it up eagerly to see who was on the other end.

"Hi, dolly"

As soon as you pick up the phone, Natasha's raspy yet feminine voice came through the earpiece of the cold, off-white plastic that just barely matched with the color of the walls. Just hearing her voice gave you butterflies that fluttered in your stomach, and an instant smile appeared on your face.

"Hi mommy!!"

You replied eagerly, not caring if anyone nearby could hear your little joyful and puppy-like excitement through the other side of phone. You get a small chuckle out of her before she speaks again.

"I just wanted to check in. See if you're doin' all right."

She pauses for the smallest second. You could just tell by instinct she had checked her surroundings.

"Has my doll been a good girl?"

You're cheeks flush almost immediately after hearing those two words.. "good girl." Your slender fingers find their way to the coiled chord attached to the phone, twirling it around your middle and ring fingers as you struggled to find words and give Natasha an answer.

"Yes ma'am, I have."

You try your best to sound confident, but terribly failed. All you did was prove yourself to be a flustered mess. The next thing you heard was a pleased hum. That's all. Desperate for attention, you accidentally allow a whine to slip, though you didn't stop yourself afterwards.

"When will you be home?"

It was almost pathetic how badly you wanted their attention. Especially now that you have Natasha's. Nat wasn't one to give into desperation so easily.

"Why? Is my angel getting impatient?"

Now you knew Nat was fully teasing you. You could practically hear the smirk through her words. No words were spoken in response, just a pouty and needy huff in response to Natasha's tease.

"I'm gonna need words, sweetheart. You know, good girls use their words"

You felt a familiar frustrating ache forming between your thighs as her teasing flooded your mind. You couldn't do anything about it either, touching yourself would just get you in further trouble. A weak whimper leaves you again before you muster up the courage to speak again.

"Yes, mommy. I miss you.. you and Wanda"

The little confession pleased Natasha more than she'd liked to admit. Another pleased hum left her, a bit shorter this time before she responded.

"I think you can be a good girl and wait for your mommies, can't you, sweet girl?"

Her teasing just continued to piss you off --with pleasure -- even more than it already has.

The conversation continued, Natasha's responses becoming a bit more hurried, due to work. The call ended with a gentle "I love you " in a tone you knew was meant to be taken as an expectation to continue being a good girl.

Once the call ended, you continued wandering around the empty house until stumbling your way into your bedroom, a room where you and your wives spent quite.. memorable moments. Pushing the oak door open with a soft creak, the room was lit by the gloomy winter sun from outside that was just barely peaking out through the thick clouds, alongside a small lamp with an orange hue on Wanda's dark walnut vanity, resting in the corner of the room near the sliding door that led to the snow-filled balcony.

You lazily wander around the room, walking to Natasha's side of the closet; fingers trailing against the mixed fabrics before settling on one of her blouses she wore most often. Taking the fabric into your hands, you lift it up to your face, inhaling deeply as you reminisce about her. You get lost in your thoughts as the smell of her expensive, musky perfume filled your senses, followed by a faint smell of cigarettes. Both of your wives had a bad habit of smoking, though you never truly minded, just as long as you didn't witness it.

Missing your wives so dearly, you snap out of your thoughts, an unbidden noise left you at the thought of both of them being there to hold you, the way they always did. Becoming so impatient for attention, you walked towards the large king sized bed positioned perfectly in the middle of the room with the headboard pushed against the wall. You curled into the soft cream colored duvet as your body sunk into the mattress. Grabbing both Wanda and Natasha's pillows, you began positioning them on either side of you where they'd normally be curled up against you. Wanda always slept facing you, wanting you in her sight at all times. With that, you take her pillow, holding it close to your chest and inhaling the muted scent of her hair products that had been saturated into the case. You soon found yourself fast asleep.

Hours had passed by since you last spoke to Natasha. Now both women were just suddenly coming home from their daily duties. Both women were insync, arriving in the driveway at the same exact time. Natasha's dark navy, 1964 Lincoln pulled into the driveway, soon followed by Wanda's tan 1973 Mercedes Benz. Natasha got out of her car first, a cigarette held between her scarlet red lips as she leaned herself against the side of her car. Once Wanda slid out of her seat after parking her car comfortably right next to Natasha's, she began walking towards her with a familiar challenging, yet loving stare. Nat took the lipstick-stained cigarette out from between her lips with two fingers before blowing the smoke away from Wanda.

"Our little darlin' won't be happy when she smells that smoke on ya"

Wanda teased lightheartedly in that dangerously charming southern drawl before closing the gap between the two, tilting her head down just the slightest bit to press a small peck onto Natasha's perfect red lips. The taste of tobacco and smoke lingered on both of their lips, nothing they weren't used to.

"She's used to it at this point, Wands"

"Only 'cause she has to put up with it"

Their playful banter wasn't anything new, just harmless teasing. Though, there was small truth in Wanda's words.

Natasha's eyes followed Wanda's slender form as she began walking into the house, unable to take her eyes off the way her hips swayed beneath her dark washed jeans with every stride she took.

With one last curl of her cigarette, Natasha stubbed it out within the small ashtray placed on the small console table in the foyer. A mix of Natasha's kitten heels clicking against the hardwood floors, and the muffled thud of Wanda's leather boots echoed within the hallway.

Wanda stopped in her tracks for a moment, allowing her powers to move within the house to locate where you were at

"Hm.. sleeping"

Her tone was almost confused as she felt your presence through her powers. The more she allowed her scarlet waves through you, she started to feel a sort of neediness within your sleepy brain. She decided not to comment on it; instead, sliding off her coat and hanging it up on the coat rack, which Natasha soon followed.

It had been at least 6 hours since you had fallen asleep, only to wake up to hushed murmurs and clicking of shoes in the hallway that were approaching the room.

The room was dimly lit by the soft faint glow of the orange glow of the nightstand lamps on either side of the bed. The stormy winter clouds had fully swallowed up the sun for the day, leaving only the moonlight and stars to faintly glow in the dark abyss, known as the sky. Seeing you all curled up in that king-sized bed all alone made both of the women's heart ache with adoration. You looked like an innocent little kitten in a pile of soft, fluffy clouds.

Before both women entered the room, they lingered nearby the doorframe. Natasha's eyes carefully scanned over your "unconscious" form, almost as if she were assessing if you were truly asleep. Slowly starting to wake up, you kept your eyes closed, wanting to get babied at least a little bit. Wanda always seemed to be much softer with you when you first wake up.

And thats exactly what happened.

Wanda crooned a bit too loud for Natasha's liking, assuming you were still asleep. Nat moved to the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking in from the weight of her body as began sliding off her kitten heels to relieve the slight ache they've been giving her all day.

"She's still sleeping, honey"

Natasha tries to quiet Wanda, though continued to watch your -- what seemed to be -- unconscious form.

"You know I can't help it. Just look at her."

Wanda insisted, her tone seeming to nearly brink between cuteness aggression and wanting to lunge at you to devour you whole. The more they spoke, you slowly began to fully wake. A quiet groan rumbled within the back of your throat, letting go of Wanda's pillow to bring your hand up to rub your eyes as your back arched to stretch. Natasha's eyes stayed glued on to your body, slowly and precisely trailing up your curves before landing on your face. Meanwhile, Wanda took slow and deliberate steps towards you, hearing her boots softly thudding against the floors with every step.

"Hey there, sleepy girl"

Wanda's soft southern drawl seeping through her gentle and quiet coo. She lowered her body, towering over you as she quietly observed you waking up. Instantly, you get a wiff of her soft perfume, worn out from the day which made it appear softer. It was a mix of something musky and foral, yet powdery and soft.

As your sleepy and heavy eyes tried to fully open, you felt Wanda's cold fingertips brush a loose strand of hair away from your face before sliding down your smooth skin to cup your cheek. A quiet whine leaves your lips at the feeling of actually waking up now, as well as putting on a show just for Wanda to baby you further. Those big doe eyes of yours slowly flutter open, meeting Wanda's first before drifting to Natasha's.

"Hi mommy"

Your voice is a bit hoarse at first, from just waking up, of course. Wanda couldn't stop herself from leaning down and pressing a small kiss against the corner of your lips before she finally pulled away.

"You miss us, dolly?"

Natasha's raspy, yet soft voice pitched in. After taking off her heels, her long and slender hand found its way to your lower thigh, allowing herself to rub up and down against your almost silk-like skin. Whilst blushing like a complete mess, you manage to nod before burying your face back into Wanda's pillow, the exact one with the faint scent of her that soothed you into slumber hours ago.

You couldn't quite tell which one of your wives made a soft, disapproving "tsk" before feeling Wanda's familiar touch guide you to look back at them. It truly didn't matter who. They just needed your eyes. This time, you really got a good look at the two. Wanda had a slight hunger in her gaze, one you really only see when she's determined to get something.. that "something" was usually you. Then your gaze turns towards Natasha; her nearly gray, green eyes outlined by sharp winged eyeliner, staring into your soul, practically, as her hand remained on your lower thigh, keeping her movements slow and almost teasing.

"We missed you today, sweetheart."

Wanda spoke once more, this time a bit more hushed than before, almost as if she was telling it more to herself rather than to you. Your body stilled. Not out of uncomfort, but obedience. You were all too familiar with the looks they had on their faces, and who were you to stop them from taking what they wanted?

Lost in your own thoughts for a moment, Natasha's cold hand slid up further, the tips of her fingers pushing past the lace trim of your teasingly short nightgown. Her touch was enough to snap you out of your thoughts. You try to look at Natasha to give her a pleaded look, one that begged for her to touch you. Then, Wanda grabbed your chin, holding it firmly between her curled index finger whilst her thumb was used as support against the back of your chin. Her bottom lip was bitten between her teeth, as if she were impatient, and just barely able to stop herself from taking what she wanted. Your eyes lock with hers, but those big, pale green eyes were everywhere except meeting your gaze. Her eyes traveled down every inch of your body; your jawline, the curve of your neck, down to your collarbones that protrude through your soft, porcelain skin. At the same time Wanda was eyeing you down like you were her last meal, you carefully watched Natasha, specifically the way she was touching you.

Her fingers just barely brushed against your plush thighs, leaving a sort of phantom reminisce of her fingers. It made the frustrating ache between your legs worsen by every second that passed by.

"Mommy"

You whined out almost pathetically. They had hardly been home these past few days, the only touch you'd get is when they cuddled up with you as soon as they got to bed from a long day at work or church. You were desperate for it. Your legs begin to spread, as if they had a mind of their own. Both women looked down and watched as you did this; Natasha, focused, but clearly wanting more. Wanda, nearly salivating just by looking at you.

Wanda's hand soon joins in with Natasha's, now both women had their hands just barely gliding along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the backs of them, and even up to your hips. You whine yet again out of frustration. Why couldn't they just touch you?!

"Use your words, dolly."

Natasha's voice nearly at a whisper, wanting to drag the neediness out of you the best she could. Your legs begin to squirm with anticipation, only for Wanda to lightly use her faint, red glow to steady your legs, making it easier for them to tease. The small huff cause a smile to appear on Wanda's face. Your eyes closed as your face twists with need and desperation, now you're the one holding up the pleasure.

"...to-..touch me.. please mommy"

Trembling, impatient, and aching, Natasha slowly slides down the flimsy fabric that was holding back the drenched mess you've been waiting for them to touch, nearly all week. Your body shivers as your sensitive heat meets the cold air, only dragging out the anticipation.

With Wanda's help, she carefully peels back your nightgown, making sure to let you feel her cold fingers on every inch of your thighs. The touch, the sensitivity, the coldness... it was driving your senses overboard.

Natasha hums at the sight of you, gently, yet firmly, grabbing your legs to prop you up just how they wanted. Wanda switches her position to sit next to Natasha, wanting to see the pretty little mess you made as well. They both give each other a smug look, cocky, even. They knew they were the entire reason why you were like this. It was almost like this was all on purpose, happened for a reason. A sadistic reason to see how desperate you'd get without an orgasm all week. And.. well.. here's their result.

The two women continue watching you, even kneeling down closer to inspect you. Wanda's slender and elongated fingers traveled down to your dripping wet heat, spreading the folds that held everything back. Both women had to keep up their stoic poker faces, but you knew they wanted this just as bad as you did.

The women exchange looks after inspecting. Natasha's fingers suddenly joined in, carefully, just to be teasing. Her fingers just barely dipped inside your entrance, causing a weak and stuttered moan to leave you, all just to whimper again as she pulled out with a filthy popping squelch from your wetness.

"I don't think she's touched herself while we've been gone. Isn't that right, dolly?"

Natasha inquired teasingly.

You nod your head with agreement, whining as your back arched with anticipation for more of their touch.

"Good girl"

Wanda murmurs as her fingers slid up and down your folds, still not giving you the exact pleasure you wanted. You whine a bit louder, now proving your impatience.

"Touch me!"

You whined out in an impatient, and quite frankly, bratty tone. They both knew how badly you've been craving this, whether it was from the way you'd cling onto Wanda bit more tighter at night when she came home from helping out at church, or following Natasha everywhere around the house like a little duckling after she came home from work.

Your small little pout earned you a swat against your cunt. The sting against your sensitive flesh burned so good.

"Ah-ah. You know better than to snap at mommy."

Natasha scolded you with disapproval. As if your need couldn't get worse, it did as soon as Natasha scolded you, followed by Wanda's look of disappointment.

You whimper out from the impact of the swat, taking the intensity of the sting and flipping it in your mind to become pleasurable. You'd take absolutely anything they gave you at this point.

Wanda couldn't stop herself from giving into how needy you were, finally pushing her palm against your clit to give you just the slightest bit of pressure. A stuttered moan left you once more, feeling like a sigh of relief. Your hips eagerly buck against Wanda's hand, whimpering from how deprived you were for both of them. Just a little more.

Wanda had to hold back cooing as she saw you melt from just the smallest touch. Her palm began moving in slow circular motion, her facial expressions twisting to match yours with satisfaction.

"Such a needy little girl. Look at her, Nat"

Wanda's soft southern drawl lowered into a tone just barely above a whisper, knowing it would only work you up even more. She was a deliberate woman, both of them were.

"I see, honey. She didn't quite ask for it, did she now?"

Oh how Natasha loved to tease. She knew what she was doing, and enjoying every second of with. With slight reluctance, Wanda pulled her hand away from your aching heat, earning a almost dramatic moan out of you. Your hands came over your face as you began to whimper helplessly, arching your back, kicking your feet, anything to voice just how desperate you were without having to say anything.

"You know what to do, sweetheart."

Natasha teased once more. Having your hands covering your eyes, you couldn't see her expression. Though, you knew she had that signature cocky smirk plastered on her scarlet red lips.

When you didn't give them an answer right away, just the tips of their fingers drew small, invisible, and repetitive patterns on the insides of your thighs, even reaching up to the crest where your thighs stopped and your need barely started. Your hips buck at the feeling, causing a pit in your stomach to twist with unease and pleasure all at once. The anticipation was truly getting to you now.

"Keep those hips down, doll"

Natasha scolded in a low murmur as her cold fingertips just barely grazed along your thighs. Her fingers were so close to truly touching you, you started to imagine how good the feeling would really be, just to finally feel that satisfactory moment when her fingers filled you. The thought caused the ache between your legs to worsen, making the throb pulse harder.

"P-please.. mommy. I'll do anything"

Words came out in broken sobs and weak gasps, making it sound like you were nearly on the verge of tears. At this point, you basically were.

"Aw, you hear that, Wands? She'd do anything"

Her words shot back mockingly before both of them chuckled. The pit in your stomach was starting to churn, to burn, even.

With your hands still over your eyes, blinding you from anything that they were doing, you weren't prepared to feel their hands fully come off of you. The sudden absence of their touch left you feeling empty, leading to your hands sliding down your face as that soft and desperate gaze of yours tried to find either of theirs. A strangled noise from the back of your throat left you as you finally came back into true consciousness of what was going on. Looking at the two women hovering above you with teasing and sadistic grins, you couldn't hold back anymore. Tears of being so deprived of their touch began streaming down your face, feeling so hopeless that you'd never truly get what you've been craving.

Wanda came close to you, grabbing ahold of the side of your face with gentle care that almost felt dangerous. Her thumb wiped away a tear that was about to role down your cheek, catching it from the crevice of your soft eyes.

"No tears, baby doll. You've been so patient for us"

Wanda cooed at you, almost like a mother trying to soothe her child, except this only made things worse for you. Your tears worsened, streaming down faster than before. You began to blabber incoherent sentences, trying to explain how badly you needed them.

While pathetic cries continued to spill from you, Natasha took this moment to reach for her side of her nightstand. Her fingers drift over the chestnut colored wood that matched beautifully with Wanda's vanity. She grabbed ahold of the handle of one of the drawers, soon reaching inside of it to grab a small bullet shaped item. The item felt cold against the insides of her palm, hiding it within her hand, just in case if your sobs had stopped and you looked at her, you wouldn't see the toy.

Wanda kept you occupied as Natasha grabbed the toy, then settled back right into spot she originally sat in. Your soft sobs came to a halt as you suddenly felt a cold metallic item pressing against the top of your pelvic bone. Your eyes moved from Wanda's to Natasha's, noticing how focused she was on you while the toy slid down and began rubbing against your clit in a slow, teasing manner. Right as you were about to speak, Wanda guided your face back up to hers.

"Eyes on me, pretty girl."

She whispered softly before leaning down and pressing a feather-light kiss upon your lips. The kiss was so gentle, it hardly felt like the two of you even touched. Right as the kiss began, a soft vibration stimulated your aching need, a moment you'd been anticipating for days. Your breath hitched against Wanda's lips before she swallowed your moan, opening her mouth as soon as you did. You were so predictable, it was adorable to them.

A pleased hum leaves Natasha's throat as she watched you, struggling to hold back any little noise that escaped you, as well as the way you couldn't keep your body from arching and squirming at the feeling of such light vibrations. You felt your chest tighten as you tried to push out a weak noise of pleasure, but found that you couldn't with Wanda's lips pressed against yours, soon feeling her tongue slide into your mouth. Your tongues danced with familiarity, though this time around, it felt much harder to focus on when one of your wife was working so deliberately between your legs.

Breathing was becoming quite difficult. Wanda, eagerly yet precisely meeting your tongue in an almost battle of a kiss, you felt your pace slow just a bit, trying to move your face away to breathe. Wanda wasn't letting go of you so easily. Her hand grabbed a firm hold on your jawline, nearly wrapping around your throat. She pulled back by hardly an inch so that those green eyes of hers could pierce into yours.

"Faster, Nat"

The firm demand slipped from Wanda's lips. A voice that was usually so sweet and gentle, turned sharp and commanding, with small trails of that caring tone that always babied you.

A raspy chuckle filled your ears as you felt the vibrations pick up at a drastic speed, one your nerves weren't quite prepared for. Your hips buck involuntarily, as if they had a mind of their own when it came to the intense pleasure. A weak and strangled pitched noise came from you once again at the sudden change of speed, causing those overstimulating tears to prick in the corners of your eyes.

Wanda, keeping her steady gaze on you, saw your dainty hand reaching for Natasha's hand. Maybe to push forward, maybe to push back. Either way, Wanda wasn't allowing it.

"You need to learn how to keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart."

You felt a sudden force of her scarlet glow wrapping around your wrists. Her eyes never left yours, neither did yours leave hers. You desperately tried tugging against the magic binds, only to feel a magnetic force tightening against your wrists to the soft sheets beneath you. Wanda felt you tugging and squirming against the red binds, causing a sadistic chuckle to slip past her lips. She loved to see you struggle, especially when she was partly the reason.

Natasha noticed the subtle change, eyes darkening with pure sadistic intent. All Natasha had to do was give Wanda a small glance, and Wanda walked towards her. Looking down at the two, you watch as they suddenly switch positions. Wanda reached for Natasha's face, grabbing ahold of her by her jaw as she guided Nat to her lips. Their kiss was slow on purpose, wanting to see and hear you grow impatient with desperate frustration. You were supposed to be the one getting attention. Their lips moved with teasing intent, purposely showing you their tongues swirling against each other in a fight of dominance, followed by their filthy moans. To get their attention, a weak, unbidden noise came out from the back of your throat. They slowly separated from the kiss, panting quietly while smirks of clear enjoyment from hearing you whine, was plastered on their faces.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? You don't like seeing your mommies giving each other attention?"

Wanda teased as Natasha grabbed ahold on Wanda's hips, your eyes catching the way they veins leading from her hands to forearms flexed with her intense grip on Wanda. She pushed herself flush against Wanda's body before her scarlet lips found their way to the nape of her neck. Wanda's hands found their way into Natasha's blonde locks, gripping onto her soft, teased curls to keep her exactly where she was as a muffled noise of pleasure left her throat. Her lips traveled down Wanda's neck, leaving imprints of her red lipstick against the most sensitive parts on Wanda's neck, even moving down to her collarbone.

Not quite knowing what to do, since your mind was already a bit dazed from pleasure, you spread your legs open a bit more to bribe them with your dripping heat. You seemed to grab Natasha's attention, though her lips stayed locked on Wanda's slender neck.

"Look how wet she's getting, Tasha.."

"All this just from seeing her mommies kiss?"

The teasing sent your mind into a spiral, followed by an impatient throb within your cunt. That metallic toy was still pressed against you (with a lack of pressure), but without the vibrations. You helpless try to grind yourself against the round tip of it, wanting to relieve some of the pressure off, only to have Wanda's scarlet hue push your hips firmly down into the mattress. She flashed you a stern look of disapproval, one that spoke more words than an actual sentence.

"Please... please.."

You begged without even knowing what you truly wanted. All you wanted was attention... their touches. Hearing you whine like that caused Natasha to glance over at you, forcing you to watch as one of her slender hands moved from Wanda's hips up to the curve of her breasts, squeezing quite firmly. The noise of pleasure that left Wanda's lips caused you to moan, as if you could feel what Wanda had felt. Wanda, finally deciding she had enough of Natasha's attention, her slender fingers wrapped around her short blonde locks, tugging her head back without even looking at her.

"I think our precious angel needs this attention more than we do.."

Her words came out in a soft murmur, her gaze softening just the slightest bit as she looked over at you, how wrecked you already were without their touch. Wanda slowly lowered herself, settling between your legs as she began pressing soft kisses onto your thighs. Her mouth was soon just barely hovering over where you needed her most, the soft brush of her breathing made you whimper helplessly.

Wanda's mouth is now gently attached to your need, moving her tounge in tight circles around your clit as those green eyes pierced into yours. You cried out at the overwhelming feeling, arching your back off of the bed as you didn't know what to do with yourself.

Your breath stutters at the feeling of Wanda's antagonizing movements, only to feel Natasha turn the vibrator back on. The sensations began to overwhelm you. First, it was barely any touching, then no touching, and now almost too much sensations all at once. Natasha slowly pushed the toy into you, wanting you to feel every stretch of the metallic as it filled you with a filthy squelch of your tight, and drenched hole. A guttural moan left you from the intensity of the stimulation; Wanda's tongue moving precisely, and the steady vibrations of the toy. It was driving you mad.

"Still so tight for us. It's only been a week, little doll."

Her tone was languid and condescending, matching the pace of the toy buried deep within you. The feeling of you clenching around the thick toy, and throbbing against Wanda's tongue pleased both of them dearly. Natasha finally gave into your need, deciding she's done enough torturing teasing. She turned the vibrations up, causing a your wetness to splatter on Wanda's face as an almost scream-like moan escaped from your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut helplessly as tears stung your eyes, feeling the heat trail down your cheeks. You couldn't move, thanks to Wanda's binds against you, and Natasha holding one side of your hip with one hand whilst one of Wanda's hands held the other. There was no other choice but to take it.

Your walls were clenching around the toy, fearing she would slip it out. Knowing Nat, she'd do just that.

"God, you're pathetic. One week? Just a few days without mommy touching you and you turn into a complete mess?"

Natasha's words spat out aggressively with intent to put you down. You needed to know how desperate and pathetic you were, not only in this moment, but always.

A weak and hoarse whimper manages to leave your throat, followed by a lewd, rhythmic slick as the toy continued to swirl and pump into you. Unable to move, you laid there and took whatever they gave you, struggling to keep whatever composure you still had. Your pathetic cries began to pitch louder, your noises caused by wetness and Wanda's tongue picking up her pace. Both women heard the change in your little whines, knowing you were close. Wanda's tongue increases in speed as well as the toy Natasha was controlling, leaving you speechless. Your mouth stayed agape with no noise leaving your throat.

With Wanda's magic, she could read anything about you. Literally. She was able to hear your thoughts without even diving into your mind. Even without moaning out for them, your mind was a mess.

You felt your stomach begin to tighten, the ache they were trying to soothe nearly at it brink of finishing. Suddenly, everything stopped. Your mind went blank from a mix of frustration and emptiness. Your mind plays tricks on you, imagining Natasha's toy still buried deep inside you, still pulsing around the shape of the metal just from memory. Though, this small fantasy only lasted you about three seconds until you snapped back. You couldn't hold back your frustration anymore as more tears began running down your cheeks once more. Wanda's magic loosens on you for a second, allowing you to turn over on your side as you sobbed into the pillows behind your head.

"Such a needy little doll. What's wrong, honey?"

Wanda's gentle southern lilt chipped in, a bit condescending, but still loving. She slid closer on the bed until she was sitting right beside you, trailing her vascular hand up the side of you thigh, pushing up your tiny nightgown once again to reveal your delicate skin. Natasha, on the other hand, continued standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a sadistic smile on her face as you cried.

With a weak attempt to speak, all you got out was useless blabbering and soft sobs. You tried pleading out "I need to cum, please, just once" yet all that came out was a messy mumble of words.

Wanda's hand slowly slid to the back of your thighs before sliding between them, finding your slick heat again, this time, even more sensitive than before. Her icy fingertips had just barely touched your clit, though it was enough to make your body jerk, followed by a weak noise of pleasure and a sob.

"Oh, poor babydoll. So sensitive for mommy"

Her words lingered within your mind, sending you into a dazed state with the combination of her elegant fingers rubbing the smallest and careful circles against your clit

"That's it, darlin'. Just take it like the good girl you are"

She lowered herself to whispered into your ear. Slowly, your mind began floating into this sort of blank space from how deep you were falling into Wanda's touch. The combination of being so overwhelmed by pleasure, then to be taken into such gentle care was taking a toll on your little mind. You couldn't think one single thought.

"See.. it's so much better when you don't whine and pout, my sweet little doll."

Wanda murmured, leaning over you before pressing a gentle and reassuring kiss onto your forehead.

"You take what mommy gives you.. nothing more, nothing less."

Her words nearly sounded condescending, but it didn't matter with the way her skilled fingers gliding in all the right ways. Your eyes fluttered shut as you basked in the feeling. Instead of loud cries leaving you, it was only soft little whimpers.

Without even realizing, Natasha had come closer, now sitting on the side of the bed you were facing. She helped out Wanda, spreading your legs slowly to give you that sensitive buzz within your nerves when you've experienced so much overstimulation, your body doesn't understand how to react. Feeling your body trembling beneath them pleased them even further.

As Wanda continued rubbing your clit in gentle circles, Natasha's free hand joined in. You gasp at the sudden change, feeling your walls stretch and adapt to her fingers, only to soothe back into your little dazed state.

"Such a good little slut"

Natasha's raspy voice lowered, wanting you to hear every syllable she spoke. That dazed little mind of yours couldn't even comprehend that you were being degraded; so you just continued to make quiet noises that steamed from the back of your throat. Your body had become so relaxed, Natasha didn't even feel you clenching as hard anymore, now only the feeling of your true tightness.

"That's it, baby. Stay just like that"

You whimper softly at her praise, feeling her finger speed up, curling against that spongey spot inside of you where you needed her at all this time. With Natasha hitting that exact spot, and Wanda's fingers still deliberately working against your clit, you felt that familiar peak starting to rise again.

From what was originally slow and quiet huffs, turned into weak pants and keening. You turned your face into one of the pillows beside you whilst an unbidding abrasive noise teared through your throat.

"You gonna cum for us, pretty girl?"

That sweet southern drawl inquired teasingly before her lips pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder. You couldn't even respond with words, hell, you could hardly understand whatever they were telling you.

"Mm.. I think our precious angel has earned it, Wands"

"She sure has"

Natasha speeds her fingers up just the slightest bit, the friction of her fingers sliding into the slick heat caused that familiar squelch to come back.

That familiar tension coils back into your stomach; your breathing shortened to heavy pants as your entire body trembled weakly, knowing what was finally coming. The anticipating moment finally came, the intense wave rushed over you like a tsunami. You cried out in a weak sob, a guttural noise that steamed from deep within you. Your walls helplessly fluttered around Natasha's fingers, while your clit throbbed against Wanda's as they helped you through your aftershocks. Wanda whispered soft praises into your ear..

"Such a good girl" "Mommy knew you could do it" "we're so proud of you"

You couldn't help but melt into their gentleness after that rage of a storm they had built up before. You hardly even noticed them sliding their fingers out and away from you, leaving you empty, but completely satisfied. Both women curled up on either side of you; Wanda, playing with the soft locks of your hair as she continued to whispered soft praises to you and showered you in gentle kisses, while Nat watched you protectively.

"You okay there, love?"

The soft moment of silence was cut by Natasha's much more gentle tone, filled with genuine concern and overprotection. You manage to weakly open your eyes, halfway, at least. They meet with Natasha's as you spoke quietly since your voice had partly given out from being so loud

"Im okay, mommy"

The confirmation settled both of their nerves, unsure if they had pushed any boundaries. Natasha's hand slid down to cup the side of your cheek.

"Get some rest, doll. You've earned it"