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maximoffluvr · 2 years

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description : natasha is little!readers cg. r has been trying not to slip all day but has been on the verge, r says they’re not and so nat invites some friends round for dinner.

NSFW/AGEPLAY ACCOUNTS DNI !!!

warnings : slight angst/upset but comfort afterwards :D

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“hey, babe?” natasha asked as you were eating lunch together.

“mhm?” you looked up at her and she smiled, putting her fork down.

“so… i was thinking about inviting a few of my friends over for lunch today. you know, they haven’t really got a chance to know you that well, so i thought it would be nice for them to come here. is that okay?”

you quirked your eyebrow at her and swallowed your food.

“of course, why wouldn’t it be?” you tilted your head and she put her hand on yours.

“well…” the redhead began, “you haven’t been little in a few days, and i get the feeling you might be slipping, or trying not to.”

“you shouldn’t have to put your social life on hold because your partner is a kid half of the time, tasha.” you laughed, and stood up, picking up both of your dirty dishes with one hand. “and anyway, why do you think that? i don’t even feel a bit little.” you ruffled her hair with your other hand and she pouted at you playfully.

you hated lying to natasha, of course, but you hated feeling like a burden to her more. you’d been forcing yourself to be big for the past week, when you were normally little most nights. it had taken its toll on you, meaning you almost always felt like you were about to slip.

she stood up as well, kissing your cheek. “okay, as long as you’re sure…” she shrugged.

“so, who’s coming?” you asked as you started washing the dishes.

“hmm i don’t know, wanda? oh, steve, too. and probably thor and carol.” you nodded, finishing washing the dishes and drying your hands. you turned around to face the russian and kissed her nose.

“you’re so cute.” you remarked.

she scrunched her nose. “thanks, baby.” the pet name triggered something in your brain, but you brushed it off and turned around.

“i’m going to get changed.” you muttered and headed upstairs.

it had been about ten minutes before nat followed you. if you walked away from her, she always left you for a little bit to see if you’d come back, then she came up to see if you wanted her or to be alone. this time, you really needed her, but you couldn’t tell her.

she knocked on the door of your shared room, opening it slowly when you said she could come in.

“hi.” she sat next to you on the bed. “you know, i can pick another day for them to come over-“

“no, nat. it’s fine.” you snapped, cutting her off.

she jumped back slightly, “you know, you’re never a burden, moya lyubov. big, little, whatever. i love you, and i’m here for you. please just be honest with me.”

you sighed and moved closer to her, resting your head on her shoulder. “what time are your friends coming?” you asked, changing the subject.

about two hours later, the doorbell rang for the first time that night. natasha squeezed your hand as you both made your way to greet the first guest.

“party time!”

“will you calm down.”

thor and steve.

you couldn’t help but smile, their dynamic was hilarious, you already knew from the last time you’d met them.

natasha rolled her eyes,

“hello, boys.”

you both stepped aside to let them in, and showed them to the living room area. the four of you sat down as you waited for the other guests to arrive. wanda was next, and then carol, half an hour after the invite time and fashionably late, as usual.

after the initial conversations and introductions, it was time to eat. so far, you’d done a pretty good job at staying big, even though it was straining your brain so much it was actually beginning to hurt.

“can you come help me bring the food out please, dove?” she questioned.

“yes, nat.” you smiled at her as you walked out of the room, then immediately started whisper shouting as soon as you were in the kitchen.

“the pet names are not helping.” you hissed. she smirked.

“you’re the one who said, and i quote, ‘i don’t even feel a bit little.’” you narrowed your eyes at her and picked up a two plates of food, walking back into the room.

“that was exquisite.” thor stated, banging his cutlery down on the table.

“props to the chef.” steve nodded at the two of you, smiling, and placing his cutlery down gently.

“amazing, thanks so much.” carol slapped natasha on the back and grinned at you. you smiled back at her.

wanda laughed at everyone else, and how different they were.

“thank you natasha, thank you y/n.” she said politely, “would you like me to take the plates through?”

“i’ll help you.” natasha started to stand up.

“no, tasha. you cooked, let me tidy.” you kissed her cheek and smiled, stacking plates with wanda, and carrying them to the kitchen.

“so, you and nat.” she smiled, sitting on the kitchen counter and swinging her legs. you rolled your eyes playfully. you’d met wanda around the same time you met natasha, and you’d always admired the brunette and wanted to be friends with her, so the two of you started hanging out more over the past few weeks.

“yeah, it’s going great.” you looked down, blushing.

“natasha and y/n sitting in a tree, k i s-“

“am i missing something?” the aforementioned woman walked into the room.

wanda almost hit the ceiling. “jeez, scared me half to death.”

natasha laughed, “sorry, maximoff. i was coming to get more wine.” she picked a bottle up off the shelf and held her hand out for you. simple gestures like that always made you feel little, but you’d never told her. you began to feel small, and almost immediately started crying. trying to hide it, you took the gingers hand and walked back into the room with her, wanda close behind.

“more wine, anyone?” she held up the bottle, earning approving sounds from everyone at the table.

“you not drinking, y/n?” carol asked.

you shook your head. “mm mm.”

“everything okay?” you nodded, sitting down.

natasha tried to let go of your hand so she could pour the wine, but you held onto her. you were so scared that if she let go, you’d have nothing left to keep you grounded, and you’d immediately fall fully into a familiar headspace.

“aw, they can’t even let go of each other for two seconds.” thor remarked, and everyone laughed. natasha pretended to laugh along, but she knew what was happening. you shook your head at her to indicate that you just wanted to continue, and not make anything out of it. you’d made it this far, you could make a few more hours, right? even if you were the closest you’d been to being little all night.

you slowly let go of her hand, allowing her to pour drinks for the four guests, missing herself.

“now you’re not having any, either? what, are you both, like, pregnant or something?” wanda giggled, and natasha rolled her eyes. you knew that she wasn’t drinking incase she needed to look after you; she didn’t want to be too drunk for that.

you took a deep breath, and prepared yourself to get on with the rest of the night.

“so, what’s everyone’s summer plans?” you questioned, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

in the middle of a lengthy story about how steve was going to go and visit his family, your brain had apparently decided it couldn’t take it anymore, and you slipped suddenly.

glancing at natasha, you noticed her fully engrossed in the story that steve was telling. you tugged on her sleeve, tears starting to slowly spill from your eyes. she turned to you and immediately gasped, taking your hand and walking out of the room, guiding you next to her.

you could hear the confused chatter behind you, and it made you even more upset. you thought that you’d ruined natasha’s night with her friends, and she’d never forgive you.

after shutting the room door and sitting down on the stairs, natasha brushed your hair out of your face and wiped your tears that were still falling.

“m-mommy?” you stammered, looking up at her with watery eyes.

“mommy’s here, darling.” she pulled you close to her, playing with her hair and shushing you, putting her thumb in your mouth to calm you. you sucked gently as your breathing started to slow.

“that’s it, you’re doing so well. mommy’s very proud of you, baby, always. okay?” she asked softly. you nodded.

you both stayed in that position for about ten minutes, natasha rocking you gently and quietly shushing you to get you to calm down. everything was quiet, until the door from the living room softly opened and wanda walked towards you both. your breathing quickened again, and you buried your face in natasha’s neck to hide yourself.

“age regression, right?” you felt natasha nod gently and you gasped. you were surprised that wanda didn’t sound mad, in fact, she sounded very okay with it. “i wanted to ask them about it in the kitchen.”

“how do you know about age regression?” natasha asked curiously, still playing with your hair.

“fell down a rabbit hole online one day and started reading about it.” wanda shrugged. “how old are they?”

“right now? probably about one, maybe two.” she replied.

“fwee, mommy.” you mumbled, taking lifting your head to look at her.

“sorry, they’re three.” both of the women laughed.

you turned your head to look at wanda, and she smiled at you. crouching down to your level as you were sat on a step.

“hi!”

you giggled and kicked your legs.

“oh, you’re so tiny.” she booped your nose. natasha smiled at you both.

looking back up at natasha a few seconds later, you frowned, remembering what happened. “i sorry, mommy. not mean to be small. accident.” you buried your face in her neck once again, about to start crying.

“shh, little dove.” she stroked your back. “you never need to be sorry for being little, ever. i promise. i love you so much. and plus, mommy missed her tiny angel.”

you sniffled, yawning. too drained now to think of a response.

“okay, bun. let’s get you to bed now, it’s late!” normally, you’d argue, but this time you simply nodded and clung onto natasha. she looked at wanda, suddenly remembering that there were other people in the house. “wanda, can y-“

“i’ll make something up, don’t worry. im great at lying.” she winked and walked back towards the room.

your eyes began to close, and you fiddled with natashas shirt absentmindedly.

“my little one.”

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lovehealsandlovehurts · 2 years

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A Siren

For more context read part one: Inseparable

Warnings: 18+!!, mommy kink (Wanda) daddy kink (Natasha) strap on (receiving) oral (giving & receiving ) chocking, slapping, name-calling, verbal humiliation, crying (not sad) nipple play, boob grabbing, orgasm, orgasm denial, mentions of masochism?

Summary: What you considered a one-night fling turns out to be a little more than that. You begin to question if you should really allow yourself to enter the halls of Miss Maximoff's house again, but moral questions never compare when it comes to your heart.

Word count: 3.7k

It’s been a few weeks since you found yourself in the arms of the most incredible two women you’ve ever met. You still couldn't wrap your head around what happened. You’d wake up in the morning confused, after spending the nights dreaming about Natasha, and the way she looked on top of you. Her red hair wrapped in a messy braid, her fingers brushing against your skin. You’d daydream about Wanda whispering in your ear while pressing you against the wall. The way she tasted in your mouth, and how good it felt to make her come. You wish you’d know more about the two of them, you wish you’d know enough to make a move. Wanda hasn’t been giving you much attention at work. She’d smile at you now and then or check you out but besides that, it’s like she didn’t even acknowledge what happened that night. You’ve seen her stressed out with work and told yourself that’s the reason why she’s ignoring you but deep down even if you believed that’s true it still didn’t change the fact it hurt. Distancing yourself away from her.

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“y/n, Miss Maximoff wants you in her office,'' said one of the secretaries while looking down at you sitting at your desk. It was Friday night and almost everyone had left home. The building floor was empty and the lights were dimmed down. You got up and walked into Wanda's office and saw her looking out of the window. The city looked beautiful through it and its lights reflected in her eyes. The room was huge, and despite the circumstances you found yourself looking at her in comfortable silence, admiring her beauty from afar. She turned her head away from the window to look at you, her gaze piercing through yours. “Come here,” she said softly, gesturing to you to come closer. You made your way through the room and ended up behind her desk, close to where she was standing. Wanda moved away from the window to where you are and pressed your body against the desk. You hated that even after all the ignoring and silence she’s given you, you still melted under her touch. You failed to form any words, just looked at her face up close. “I know you know... that I have been avoiding you lately,” she said, her emerald eyes looking straight into yours. With that stare, you’d forgive her for anything, the way she looked at you at that moment cleared your head off all things she has ever done wrong. “And why is that exactly?” you said, your voice low. Her gaze still pierced through yours. “Because I can’t control myself around you,” the brunette said while stroking your hand with her thumb. You wanted to press your lips against her and lose yourself in her taste, but you found your body unable to move, it’s the effect she had on you. You couldn't quite explain it. You opened up your mouth to say something but she shut it up with a kiss. Her lips felt soft and wet from the chapstick she’d been wearing, she kissed you slowly but passionately, like your lips were a salvation from evil. Her touches said “I miss you” and “I want to hold you close” and you let yourself drown in them completely. “ I need you to come to our house tomorrow… for dinner,” she said while moving away from your lips. You looked at them, missing their touch. “ Who will I be eating?” you said and heard a laugh escape from her mouth, her smile lighting up her face. You wanted to cup her face in your hands and kiss her cheeks. “We'll be eating you,” she said while looking into your eyes. Something about the way she looked mesmerized you, a part of you questioned if she wasn’t a siren, luring you in just so she could hurt you afterwards, but at that moment you didn’t care.

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You make your way into the house, realizing they left the door open for you. It looks fancy, and you start to recall what it looked like at the last party when a crowd filled its walls. Your heart races, for multiple reasons. You know what’s about to happen and no matter what you do nothing can prepare you for being railed into oblivion by both women like last time. Another reason being you don’t know if this will ever end, if they just like you physically or are in a polyamorous relationship, they both looked too much in love with each other for that. You wander through the house, it feels like there’s too much space in it, like it’s a hall of an empty gothic church where your voice would echo. You make your way to the kitchen, searching for Wanda or her wife. Instead, you find three glasses of champagne, set on the glass table. You make your way to them and grab one of them into your hand, tasting the bittersweet alcohol.

“Hi stranger” you hear a familiar voice. Natasha’s hair is let down this time. She makes her way down the stairs that connect to the living room and kitchen. She’s dressed in a beige dress that highlights the shape of her body. Her hair looks less messy this time like she put effort into making it look smooth and silky, not that she needed to. You can’t help but stare at her and try to remember every detail in her face. Her green eyes, cute tiny nose, the shape of her face. For a second you cannot believe this is the same woman that had her hands around your throat and hushed you through your orgasm. ”Natasha… I… I’ve been thinking about you.” You said laying the glass of champagne back on the table. Now it felt weird, keeping your hands handing in the air. You’re not sure why you did that, maybe it was the nervousness in you. “What did those thoughts look like exactly?” the redhead says as she takes a sip of champagne, her eyes never leaving yours. This is just her teasing you. You suspect she’s the kind of person who’d like to hear something like “I’ve been so infatuated with you I haven’t been able to sleep” but also “I touched myself while thinking about you” so you don’t know how to answer that, especially because both of those things were true. “I think, some thoughts are a little too complicated to explain in words,” you say, playing her game. You didn't want to fall for either of the women, to care about one more than the other, but you couldn't deny there was something about Natasha. It feels like there are layers to her, parts of her she chooses to hide, it’s like she gives you a taste of herself but holds back the most flavorful bits. She starts to head in your direction and you find yourself stepping back, it’s not because you’re don't want her to touch you but because her presence is strong and intimidating. Her moves are hard to read. You back away thinking you’ll end up being pressed against another wall like last time but you feel Wanda's hand wrap around your stomach from behind. You were so focused on Nat you didn't even hear her enter the room. You stroke her hands and know it's her, by the smell of cinnamon and coffee. She kisses your neck while still hugging you from behind, and you soften in her arms. It felt wonderful, being held by her. Natasha starts to move closer to you, her face is right by your cheek. You assume she does that to lay a kiss on your lips but she movies to her wife instead. They kiss with you being sandwiched between them and you wish you’d take the spot of either of them or simply move your head in between them so you can kiss both of them at the same time if that was physically possible.

“Come here sweet dove, we'll take care of you,” Wanda says and they both guide you to the bedroom. She holds your hand and Natasha puts her arm behind your torso. You make your way into their bedroom, its ceiling is tall and in the middle, you notice a huge bed, which doesn’t surprise you. Despise the size of the room, it feels cozy. You turn to face both of the women, want to make a move on either of them but you end up being pushed on the bed by Natasha, who slowly gets on top of you. Her hands land on your thighs, lifting your dress, making contact with your bare skin. You wore one, knowing it’ll be easy to take off by both of them, even though pants were way more comfortable.

The redhead moves her hands through your body while climbing on top of you and slips a tongue into your mouth. Her kisses are hot and intense. Nat's lips feel soft and taste of strawberry chapstick. You grab her bottom lip into your mouth and bite it, wishing she’d never stop kissing you but you feel her hand move to your neck, pressing you down on the mattress. She admires you from this angle, and the way you look, locked under her hard grip. You notice Wanda on the bed, now in red underwear, with her hand in between her legs, stroking her sweet spot in circles. You open your mouth at the pressure of Natashas hand squeezing your neck, but you don’t say anything. You enjoy being under her control. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” she says, her voice low and steady. With that tone she could make you do anything, you’d get on your knees and listen to her commands without her needing to say please. “Yes” you manage to let out, unable to speak up but you know she still heard you. Natasha releases the grip from your throat and gets off you to get something from her drawer. Your eyes follow her, but then you move your head to look at the brunette on the bed next to you. She looks so beautiful like this, biting her lip, looking at your body being manhandled by her wife. You wish you could get on top of her and touch her, taste her, bury your head in her neck but you also didn’t want to make Natasha wait.

“Lay down,” Wanda says while she moves her body on top of you. Her legs heading straight to your face. You follow her command and do so, waiting for more. She sits on your face gently, not wanting to hurt you, and supports herself by holding her body weight on her hands, she leans back and you feel her wet clit lay on your mouth. You start sucking on it, leading Wanda to moan. You missed the way she tasted, you missed hearing her wine as you lick her soaked parts. You start to add your tongue into the sucking and try to move it in circles while also moving your head. You hear her groan again, and you wish there was a way you could see her face as well. The euphoria coming over her body demonstrated in her eyes, rolling to the back of her head. You wish you could see the way her mouth opens and shivers as you hit the sensitive spots. It'd be the greatest reward, seeing her cum but you choose to keep her happy and stay in your place. She moves her hips forward and back, riding your mouth and tongue, chasing her sweet release with her hips. Whenever she leans back you take in a deep breath and continue to put work into eating her up. Your tongue will start to feel tired anytime now but you’d let it be sore if that means leading her to orgasm. You move your head left and right, up and down, hearing loud moans escape her mouth. She leans forward and grabs your head into her hands, her fingernails digging into your scalp “That’s it, make mommy happy,” she says, while her thighs start to shake. The word leaving her mouth makes you tingle between your legs. You hear her lean back and feel her clit tense up in your mouth. You question if you are that good or if she’s been starved out, desperate for your tongue. Her juices spread on your mouth as she cums and whimpers, barely holding herself up with her hands. She moves from the top of your body and ends up laying next to you. You stare at her, trying to catch her breath, and admire every feature in her body, her face is delicate, her eyes hypnotizing, lips and cheeks you’d kiss for days. She’s beautiful and you lean closer to her, trying to smell her scent. You notice Natasha get on top of her, with a strap attached to her body. It’s the same color as last time but thicker. The sight of it brings back flashbacks. She kisses Wanda passionately, and you feel your panties get wet just by watching them devour each other. Their kisses are slow and sincere, like the kisses of two lovers whose souls belong together. For a moment you question if they forgot that you’re there and if they’ll leave you hanging. Wanda kisses Nat’s neck as she moves her head in your direction and stares at you while Wanda’s hands wrap around her body.

“I wanna make a mess of her first,” she says while looking at you but the tone of her voice indicates she’s speaking to Wanda. “I want you to make her cry”, the brunette says while breaking her kisses from her wife’s neck. You feel your pussy get a heartbeat at the thought of Natasha doing that. She gets on top of you quickly and grabs your boobs, her other hand groping your entire body. She starts to kiss you through your clothes, the trace of her lips feels like it has a magnetic field to it. Like your body wants to absorb its energy and be consumed by her whole. She kisses you like a staved-out wolf who’s just gotten his hands on something to eat. Nat brushes your nipples through your clothes, and you soften under her touch. Suddenly she rips the dress off your body, leading you to drop your jaw low while admiring her strength. “Don’t worry, we’ll buy you a new one” she says smirking, and in that moment you don’t care about anything else she rips apart. She takes your panties off and slips her cock into your body. You close your eyes as you feel yourself being filled to the core. Every time you feel a strap enter your body you think you’re prepared for it by the way your pussy almost leaks and your body gets heated. But despite all of that the toy feels like it's stretching you out. “I remembered your safe word’ Natasha says reassuring you. You wonder if she could see both the agony and pleasure in your face. Her moves are slow at first. She lets you take your time to adjust to the size, but her hard thrusts say “you’re mine." Your body moves up and down, from the pressure of her cock in you. Her hands wrap around your hips and you question why she hasn’t put them on your throat instead. You hear Wanda touching herself while laying next to you, you don’t even have to look at her to know she’s putting fingers inside of herself. You feel your body tense on Natashas cock and let out a loud cry. Nat covers your mouth and she lowers her body to be closer to you. Your moans sound muffled under her hand. You feel tears form in your eyes but you don’t want her to stop. Her moves become faster and faster, driving your body onto the edge. You feel your pussy cream onto her toy, becoming more soaked. She takes her hand off your mouth and places it around your neck. You see Wanda get up and look at you, while Natasha keeps up her face. You notice Nat's other hand move by your cheek, waiting for permission to slap you but you’re too focused on the way her cock feels inside of you. You feel your body getting hot, your hips moving up and down, chasing her touch. You grab the sheets so tightly you’re scared you’ll tear them. Finally, you grab her hand and press it against your cheek, while trying to look up at her. She slaps you hard, leaving a pink mark on your cheek, but you’re too focused on the feeling of her cock hitting your cervix. “ Fuck” you manage to whisper and she slaps you again. It doesn’t hurt that much for you to burst into tears but your eyes water at the burning sensation. “You look so pretty like this,” says Wanda, who’s hovering over you. You’re enjoying yourself too much to respond, you open your mouth but only whimpers come out of it. Wanda sets her fingers on your clit, moving them in fast circles. “Such a pretty girl,” she says while keeping up her face. You feel your stomach getting tense, the sensation of getting manhandled by Natasha and Wanda's hand on your spot drives you into thoughtlessness. Your head gets hot as Natasha fucks you through your orgasm, she keeps going as your thighs shake and you whimper unconformably. You tap her thighs and she pulls out of you, quickly.

“You okay?” she asks while putting your hair behind your ear. You don’t respond for a second as you try to pull yourself together, your legs still trembling, and she looks at you with worried eyes. You can’t help but lay a gentle kiss on her lips. “Yeah” you manage to whisper. Wanda’s hand starts to stroke your thigh, her touch feels comforting. “Such a good girl” you hear Wanda's voice as she gently pushes Nat off your body. The brunette gets on top of you, and starts to lay kisses all over your skin, she kisses your neck and sucks on it gently, her hands supporting her body weight. She moves down to your chest and slides her tongue down your stomach sending chills all over your body. Her mouth lands on your swollen clit, and you moan and she begins to suck it. You end up moving your hips, wanting to ride her tongue. You didn’t even plan on doing so but your body has a mind of its own. Wanda takes her mouth off you and you let out a grumpy moan. “You wanna come taste her?” Wanda says while looking up at Natasha. Her eyes are glued onto your body. Nat moves to the woman and sucks in her tongue, tasting you off of her. Your thought begins to melt away as you watch them kiss. Nat lowers her body down and places her mouth on your pussy, you close your eyes and allow yourself to get lost in the feeling. You grind on her face as you feel your clit tense up, you can't help but grab her head and press it against your core, your legs tremble and trap her between your thighs and you can’t help but squeeze them. “Look at her being such a desperate slut" Wanda says while mocking you. You feel Natasha exit your tough grip when you’re closest to your orgasm. “No” you babble out, upset at the sensation of not experiencing it. Your body twitches, and you try to collect your thoughts together to say something but nothing comes out of your mouth. You’ve never felt so body so desperate. “Beg for me” you hear Natashas voice, as her breath flows over your lower body. “Please..” you say softly as Natasha touches your swollen clit. Your body yerks up under her finger. “Please what?” she says firmly. “Please let me cum…” you whimper breathlessly, tears forming in your eyes. “Aw… look at you, does your head feel all light and fuzzy? Need mommy and daddy to make you feel better?” Wanda mocks you again, letting a smile form on her face. You wish you could answer, but she’s right. All you can think about is the burning sensation in your pussy, aching for more. “Please mommy“ you whine again. You don't know why you're begging her even though it's Natashas head that's between your legs, but it just feels right. You think she'll punish you and make you ask her wife instead but you feel Nats mouth press back on your sweets spot, her movements are fast and steady, hitting your nerves and making your legs shake again. You let whimpers escape your mouth as Wanda lowers her head down and sucks on your hard nipples. “Fuck” you manage to say again, not being able to form a sentence. The feeling of Natasha on your clit and Wanda on your chest feels like you're being transported into another dimension. You feel your body relax and your muscles release their tension. Your tights still shake, even though Natasha's tongue has already left you. You let go of the sheets and try to control your body as it still trembles.

“Such an obedient girl” Natasha praises you. The words feel like a reward. You try to sit up and lean on your shoulders but Wanda presses your body back on the mattress. She lays down next to you and for a second you just stare at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. Natasha lays down on your other side, in the corner of your eye you can see her biting her lip that’s covered in your juices. You wish you could remember this moment forever, so you can come back to it in the future and feel what you are feeling now. Nat wraps her arm around your stomach, and you end up being sandwiched between them again, but it doesn't feel overwhelming, it feels oddly comforting. The heat of their bodies warms you up and you question if when you leave, you'll feel cold sleeping alone. You dwell on that thought for a while, while being held by both of them. You want to stay here, fall asleep in their arms and for a moment you stop overthinking and allow yourself to do so, by simply closing your eyes.

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juno-verse · 2 years

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A Little Competition

MINORS DNI, 🔞

Summary: You and Natasha always had a competition. Who can get out of restraints the fastest? Whoever wins, gets to do whatever they want to the loser. A simple date? Sure. Cuddles? Sure. Ride them? Yes, please.

But this time, you try to make Natasha beg. The redhead is not going to lose that easily.

Based on this tiktok

Word count: ~2200

Warnings: bondage, mommy kink!nat, domming from the bottom if that makes sense, dom/sub, strap (r receiving), face-sitting (r receiving), brief mentions of weight insecurity

Let me know if I missed anything. Comments are highly appreciated, I want to know what you think.

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You had a little competition with Natasha. The rules were: whoever gets out of being tied the fastest wins, any materials could be used as restraints, and you can get out in any way you can. Be it Swiss knives, chewing your way out, or even using your surroundings. You’ve used zip ties, regular rope, cables, and even silk ties.

It started playfully at first. Whoever loses buys dinner for the night, or buys the winner whatever they want.

Until it wasn't.

You mentioned it as a joke, you said you would sit on her face if she won. This was something you hadn't done in fear of choking her or being too heavy for her. But the redhead had joked multiple times, scarily enough, that at least she’d die in between your thighs. But she also reassured you, that you had nothing to worry about, and she would love to worship you in every way you allow her to.

However, it wasn't a joke to the assassin. She took it to heart and may have gotten out of the ropes in record time. It was the fastest you ever saw her.

“Well? Are you sitting or not? Otherwise, I’m gonna think you're backing out on me, pretty girl.”

“Am I not heavy?” You asked, and the redhead only answered by dragging you down onto her tongue, letting you rest your entire weight on her.

She didn't let you get off until you came three times on her face. At some point, you think you were begging for her to stop. But she had her arms wrapped around your thighs and when you tried lifting your hips, her grip tightened, “Stop moving, baby. You’re giving me a hard time. I’m trying to enjoy my prize here.” The whole time, Natasha kept her eyes on you. Looking up at you in adoration while a few praises came out of her mouth when she sees how you grind on her tongue. “That’s right, pretty girl. Use mommy for your pleasure.”

You moaned her name again and again. A jumbled mix of ‘please,’ ‘mommy,’ and profanities spilling out of your mouth. By the time she had her fill, you had tear-stained cheeks and swollen lips from biting it too much. But Natasha had the sweetest aftercare, she was ready with a wet cloth to clean your thighs. A bubble bath that she joined in and a glass of cold water before soothing you to sleep.

Needless to say, your thighs were hurting in the morning, and your throat was too sore to speak properly. Wobbling as soon as you stood up, the other Avengers looked at you oddly when you walked, while Natasha only sported a smug grin. “Do we wanna know?” Wanda asked the two of you – she didn’t even want to take a look inside your minds. You only shook your head in embarrassment.

“Ashamed of me, detka?” The assassin teased you, and you shook your head even faster, red as a tomato. “You’re gonna lose your head like that, my love. Come on, let’s get breakfast. You must be famished after last night, hm?” Natasha grinned as she led the both of you inside the kitchen – the band of heroes groaning in disgust and embarrassment, not wanting to hear any more about your sex life.

The next time it happened, you were determined to win. Because you had something in mind for your girlfriend. But it was a bit tough since this time, your ankles were tied together and your hands were tied behind your back. Right before you counted down, the assassin asked what you wanted if you won. The both of you sat down on the floor of your shared bedroom with the ropes ready by your side.

“You go first.” You croaked, still feeling some effects from moaning too much. “Hm, I want to go on a date. But you have a toy inside you, while I have the controller.” Natasha smiled as if provocative words weren’t coming out of her mouth. “What about you, Y/N?”

“I’m going to ride your strap.” Natasha’s eyes darkened, it was another thing you haven’t done. Like sitting on her face, you feared you would be too heavy. But after sitting on her face, your confidence was boosted seeing as how much Natasha enjoyed having you on top of her. “But I have a condition – which I won’t tell you for now.” You smiled innocently, and Natasha eyed that smile of yours. Knowing you well enough that you’re up to no good.

The both of you also had an unspoken rule – no going easy on each other. If one of you noticed that the other was going easy, the competition is void for the time being.

Both of you were bound by ropes as you stared down at one another—not in challenge, but excitement. Natasha started a countdown from her phone and as soon as it rang the both of you leaped into action.

You were trained as much as Natasha was, and you learned tricks from each other. Now, you're just wondering which one she was gonna use. You focused on the ropes around your wrists first, since untying them would make it easier for you to untie the ones around your ankles.

Beads of sweat were forming on your forehead, and grunts echoed through the room as you and Natasha seemingly had the same plan. You grunted as you jumped to straighten yourself up and balance yourself. “The sounds you're making are unfair, detka.” The redhead grumbled as she worked through the ties on her wrists with the metal part of a belt that she found on the floor. Courtesy of the last few nights, you suppose.

You laughed as you started hopping towards the bedside table to make use of a screw that went loose. “You look cute hopping.” Natasha tried to distract you as she was halfway through the rope around her wrists. “You know, baby, if I win, I would be hopping on something else.” You winked as you used the screw to cut through the rope.

Natasha groaned as the image flashed through her mind, momentarily distracting her enough that you were able to cut through the ropes first. As soon as you did, it was easy for you to untie the knot around your ankles. You cheered and stood up straight with a proud smile on your face.

“Good job, baby. Now, wanna help me out?” Natasha gestured to the half-cut rope on her wrists.

“No, mommy. I’ll need it.” You smiled as you undid the ropes around her ankles and helped her up. Natasha’s brow shot up at the use of her title reserved for special occasions, “Oh? What do you have in mind, pretty girl?”

You dragged a chair to the middle of the bedroom and walked away to look for your favorite strap-on. It was the one that was double-sided. You knelt before Natasha as you undid her jeans and helped her out of them as her wrists remained tied behind her back. As you guided the other part in her, a tiny moan slipped out of her mouth. You adjusted the straps around her waist before standing up and pushing her down the chair.

One last thing you needed was a blindfold. When Natasha saw it, she made sure to let you know her dismay in not seeing you finally riding her. With a loud huff, Natasha asked, “This is unfair, baby. What are you making me do?”

“I was wondering…” You wrapped the blindfold around her eyes and tied it. “...Will mommy beg?” You whispered in her ear as you sat on her lap, slowly grinding your core on her exposed thigh. Natasha simply tsked, knowing full well this is what you wanted as a prize but a part of her hated how you were grinding on her lap without her permission and even more so, you were making her beg.

Filthy whimpers left your mouth, and Natasha wanted to catch every single one of them with her lips. But you abruptly stood up, and Natasha immediately missed the warm wet feeling on her thigh.

She heard your clothes shifting, indicating you were taking them off. Once again, she could only groan at not seeing your body. Stupid blindfold, stupid fucking game.

The redhead jumped as she felt your hands on her knees. Knowing you were kneeling in front of her, Natasha’s hips bucked in an effort to get you to do something. One hand wrapped around the base of her cock as your mouth wrapped around the tip. As soon as you started bobbing your head up and down, Natasha sighed in pleasure.

“Fuck, detka. You're driving me insane.” She breathlessly laughed as her wrists fought against her restraints and her head fell backward. Her hips started to move on their own since you were moving too slow for her liking and she wanted nothing more but to grab your hair and force every inch down your throat.

You looked up at her, and it was a gorgeous sight. Her chest was heaving up and down and her mouth was slightly open. Her polo unbuttoned, giving you a view of her breasts and her stomach that was tensing in pleasure.

“Faster, Y/N. Be a good girl and go faster for me.” Natasha urged as each movement of your head drove the strap deeper into her—she could only buck her hips so much with her wrists tied. She heard a pop as you removed the strap from your mouth, “But mommy…” You whined, “I wanna hear you beg.”

Natasha swore she felt a vein in her arm burst in anger and in an attempt to break free from the ropes. She wanted to grab your jaw and punish you for this. So simply she gritted her teeth, “Good girls don't whine, baby. A good girl does what her mommy says.”

You simply huffed and stood up, “But mommy said I wasn’t a good girl. Mommy said I was a brat.” You placed yourself over the strap and slowly sat on it—a long whine emitting from your mouth as you took the entire length in one go. Natasha laughed at the sounds you're making, clearly, you need her help. “That you are, baby. That you are.” Natasha said as her hips jolted upwards as you started to ride her.

The sudden movement pulled a gasp from you as you continued bouncing up and down. “Fuck, Nat.” You moaned deliciously, “You feel so good inside me.”

Natasha was so close to giving in, but she felt that the ropes around her wrist were starting to break. So Natasha drove her hips up, fucking you faster than you were riding her. Moaning her name, you gripped her back and dug your nails into it, leaving crescent-shaped marks along her shoulder blades. “I bet you look so good wrapped around my cock, angel.” She grunted in your ear as her voice sent shivers down your spine.

But she suddenly stopped, and you whined, “Mommyyyy. Why did you stop?”

Natasha grinned. “If I remember correctly, my bunny said she’ll hop on something. Go on then, pretty girl. Let mommy hear you.” She challenged as the rope finally broke. It was half-cut after all and with how hard she was fighting against it, it was bound to break.

But she didn't reveal it to you, wondering how long you'd last without giving in to her. You started to ride her slowly, going up and down, Natasha loved how you were a moaning mess at this rate.

But she knows, and you do too, that if it were up to her, you would be a screaming writhing mess begging for more. And the both of you also knew, Natasha could easily take control of the situation. Even if her hands were still tied, she'd find a way. After all, it was only a matter of time before you wanted her to take over, wanting her hands on your hips guiding you on her cock.

“Mommy, I-” You groaned as your head rested on Natasha’s shoulder while your hips were slowly gyrating. And Natasha took mercy on you.

Ripping off the blindfold, Natasha quickly put her hands on your hips, and you had no time to process what just happened as she rubbed your clit with her fingers. “Please, baby. Just give in to mommy. I know you need my help. Just say it, angel.”

Well, she did say please.

“Need mommy’s help. Please, I need you so bad.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Natasha guided you at the right speed. She had you bouncing on her lap as her fingers continued to work your clit with tight, fast circles. It was mere seconds before you fell apart, and the redhead watched in awe. Your breasts were pushed against her face and your legs deliciously quivered. Your mouth was open as godly moans spilled—moans Natasha wanted everyone to hear.

“Beautiful.” She kissed along the valley between your breasts—leaving small red marks that were bound to be there for days to come.

Later on, you would scold Natasha for turning your prize against you and for removing her blindfolds. But the redhead would only soothe you with a forehead kiss, “Oh come on, sweetheart. You needed my help, and you can’t blame me, I wanted to see you. So next time, just let me see you, okay?”

“As long as mommy says please.”

Natasha could only groan in frustration.

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Both of them are so CUTE omg

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omg hear me out, so fluffy Sirius x reader were she’s getting protective over Sirius because their friends tease him about how he’s submissive in bed?🥺 just can’t stop thinking about the poor pup who’s getting all shy but proud at the same time;-;

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pairing | sub!sirius black x fem!reader

warning | sub!sirius, mommy kink, teasing, mentions of smut

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The two of you sat in Sirius’s bed, Sirius cuddled up into you, his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on your breasts.

One hand rubbed up and down his back while the other twirled pieces of hair around your finger.

Whenever the dorm was empty the two of you laid together, basking in each other's presences, it was comforting for Sirius to calm himself with you.

There weren't many words spoken between the two of you, Sirius came to you always overworked or tired, just needing your love.

Music played in the background quietly, both of you hearing the stomps coming from outside. The door swung open, Remus and James stopping in their footsteps, seeing the two of you together.

“There you are Pads, wondering where you were.” James said to his friend. Sirius whined in your arms, hiding further into your neck.

“Shh, it’s okay.” You whispered, kissing the crown of his head.

“Aww look at the little baby.” Remus teased, nudging James’s shoulder. “Have to go to mommy to feel better, you're her little slut aren’t you.”

“Mommy.” Sirius whispered in your ear, you smirked, seeing how worked up he got. “I’m a good boy.”

“Yes you are baby, don’t listen to them.” You whispered, “Make mommy so proud.”

His heart soared the praise, knowing despite how much his friends would make fun of it, it didn’t matter because he was perfect in your eyes.

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welovenappyhair · 5 years

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#beautiful #mixedgirls #black mommy #welovenappyhair #protectivestyles #headwrap #african headwrap

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widowbitessting · 2 years

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Sugar Mommies Pt: 10

Welcome to the next part!

Small spoiler for this next part, Y/N has a small matching tattoo with MJ. I'll let you guys find out where it is...God I hope you’re all still enjoying this! Also, wasn’t 100% on Wanda’s birthday soooo yeah! Enjoy! xox

Image isn’t mine!

Warnings!: Dom-ish Natasha, subaf!Reader being thirsty as, possible overuse of nicknames...MJ 📱😒

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.6.5 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9

You want to eat. The food in front of you - and the stuff weighing down your plate - is just screaming at you to inhale it.

But you can’t.

You’re far too nervous.

Your palms are sweaty and you wince slightly at the nauseated feeling that washes over you.

15 minutes ago you were ravenous; not far behind Wanda into turning hangry.

But then you kissed them.

Carol.

Then Wanda.

And finally Natasha.

They’re all sitting around you now; you’ve all opted to be on the floor instead of the couches because Wanda said it would be easier for you all to pick at what you wanted to eat.

You’ve got a small inkling that Wanda might have had ulterior motives.

There’s something playing on the screen in front of you all - Dirty Dancing you think, but you haven’t focused on it that much.

You glance down at your plate again and resist the urge to push it away.

Did you kiss them okay?

Oh God what if it wasn’t!

You gnaw at your bottom lip.

What if it was too soon?

Would they still want this to happen now you’ve kissed them?

“I can hear you worrying, zolotse.” Wanda whispers in your ear as Baby says, “I carried a watermelon.”

You look at her with a wobbly smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Tell that to this little worry line,” she leans forwards and pecks the small frown line between your eyebrows. “Everything is fine. Now please eat. Before Natasha gets to it.”

Just as she’s about to shove a fry into her mouth, Natasha stops upon hearing her name and looks at the two of you.

She’s quick to notice what’s up and smiles.

“Wanda’s right. Eat, Y/N. Otherwise you’ll be licking the crumbs off your plate for dinner.”

You tentatively take a bite.

“Good girl.”

God, you want to be ashamed of the way those two words make you feel.

You find yourself wanting to hear her say it again.

All of them say it.

You let out a shuddering breath, forcing yourself to stop your thoughts going down that path.

No matter how tempting that path is.

You take another bite of your food, eyes glancing up at the TV before Wanda catches your attention.

Alarm bells go off in your head: She’sstrippingoffshe’sstrippingoff-

You can’t tear your eyes off her as she shuffles out of her jumper, head disappearing through the head hole.

As she pulls it up, her shirt underneath pulls up too and you can’t help but look down at the bare skin of her very toned stomach; eyeing up a small mole near her bellybutton.

“Good movie, isn’t it?” Natasha asks and you nearly give yourself whiplash to look at her. She’s staring at you. With an incredibly smug smile and when you open your mouth to reply…you can’t think of anything to say.

Next to you, Wanda throws her jumper onto the sofa and rests her bare arms against your own.

You swallow thickly.

Her fingers stroke the side of your thigh.

“You’re still not eating, Y/N.” Wanda frowns a little. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I think our Y/N is just a bit distracted, Wanda.”

Our Y/N. You could get used to that.

“I could turn the movie off, Y/N?” Carol asks you.

The thought of eating in complete silence is a mortifying thought.

“No! No, that’s fine.” You reply. “It would be awkward then.”

“Awkward?” Carol says. “Do you find it awkward with us?”

“No!” You nearly shout. “I just don’t like eating in silence. I worry that I chew too loudly.”

You wince at the silence that follows your honesty and wish you’d never spoken.

“We could talk then…” Natasha says. “Use this time to get to know you better. And you, us.”

“We could make it a game if that would make you feel better!” Wanda adds.

“A game?” You ask.

“Yeah.” Wanda smiles. “Every time someone asks a question, you eat some dinner.”

“Seems like a bit of a biassed game that does.” You mutter in reply. “But I’m in.”

In a matter of minutes the film was turned off and the four of you rearranged yourselves so you were now facing one another; plates of food still in front of you.

“I think because you’re our guest, and there’s three of us, you can go first, sweetheart.” Carol says.

A small spike of fear shoots through you.

“Wait so it’s like three against one?”

This time you catch the way Natasha smirks and bites her bottom lip.

“In a sense…” she replies. “You can ask us as a trio or individually. Your choice, kotenok.”

“Oh God, okay.” You struggle to think. “Erm…when are your birthdays?”

“Mine is the 3rd of December.” Natasha says.

“I’m the 17th of August.” Carol replies.

“I was born on the 30th of May.” Wanda tells you.

“What years?”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Natasha grins. “One question per go. Now eat something.”

You roll your eyes but do as you’re told, picking up a fry and putting it into your mouth.

“Would you like a taster for what you’d be involved in if you signed our Do’s and Don'ts?” Natasha asks.

You’re quick to look up.

“O-okay.”

She stands up and walks over to you, towering over you with dark eyes that instinctively make you shrink back into the sofa.

“I’m going to put my hand on your neck, is that okay?”

You nod, unable to form words.

One of her hands cups the side of your cheek before sliding down to rest against your neck.

She gives it a gentle squeeze; a warning.

“Roll your eyes at me like that again, sweetheart; and I’ll have you over my knee. Understand?”

You nod again, unable to tear your eyes from her green ones.

“Use your words, detka.” She says. “Do you understand?”

“Y-yes. I’m sorry, Natasha.”

“Very nice manners though,” she coos down at you. “I’m impressed.”

She lets your neck go, after she gives it one more squeeze, and returns to her seat on one side of Wanda.

“Are you okay?” Carol asks.

“Yeah.” You reply, reaching over with a slight trembling hand to get your water. You finish it off with two large gulps.

“Are you sure?” They’re all watching you with faces etched with concern. “We need you to be honest with us, baby girl.”

“I’m fine, honest.” You reply. “I’m just…processing what just happened. Do you guys wanna go again? You didn’t learn anything about me.”

Natasha raises one perfectly manicured eyebrow and smirks.

“Oh honey, we definitely learned something from that question.”

You swallow.

You learnt something from yourself too.

“I-is it my go?”

“Yes, Y/N.�� Carol replies.

You look at them all individually before settling your eyes back on Wanda.

“Do you have any siblings?”

“I have one. Pietro. My twin. He often likes to remind me that he is twelve minutes older than me.”

At that information, you smile; automatically reaching for some more of your food before you can be reminded.

It’s Wanda who asks you a question: “Did you have any pets growing up?”

You tell them your answer and eat some more food once you’ve finished.

“When can I read the Do’s and Don’ts?”

“Whenever you want. You could read it now or at home. Whichever.”

“What if I have questions?”

“You can ask as many as you’d like.” Wanda says.

“If you asked them now you’d clear your plate.” Carol says.

“Can I look at it now?”

Carol smiles, as do Natasha and Wanda. The blonde gets up to her feet and starts to walk out of the room.

“Eat.” Natasha simply orders and you tuck in again to your meal.

“Technically you asked three questions there…” Wanda says before taking a sip of her wine.

“You can ask me three things if you want.” You smile at her.

“Hmmm,” Wanda taps her chin playfully. “We already found out so much about you when we had coffee…what else could I ask…?”

You shrug as you swallow the last of your mouthful of food.

Natasha leans across and whispers something into Wanda’s ear.

Something gleams in her eyes.

Uh oh.

“Do you have any hidden piercings or tattoos?”

You can’t stop the wide grin forming on your face, or the little laugh that escapes you.

“Oh God,” You say, hiding your face, “how did you know?”

Wanda sits up straighter - they’re both very intrigued now.

“Oh? We didn’t!” Natasha asks, “but do tell the group.”

“What’re we telling the group?” Carol asks as she reenters the room with a small file in her hands.

“Y/N was just about to tell us about her secret piercing or tattoo…” Wanda tells her.

“Sounds like I got back just in time then.” Carol says, sitting back in her spot with a smile. “Please, continue.”

“So we were drunk…”

“All good stories start with ‘so we were drunk’.” Carol winks at you.

“We?” Wanda asks.

“Me and MJ. It was last year I think and we went past this tattoo parlour and one thing led to another and now we have matching sunflowers.”

“Where is it?”

“My ribs. It fu…it killed.”

“I bet!” Natasha says. “Are we allowed to see it?”

“Of course!” You say, standing up. “It’s really nice, we both like them.”

You cross the small space, eyeing your cell as it lights up with a text notification.

You’re standing closer to them and lift the T-Shirt up so you’re clutching it just under your bra; showing off your stomach to the three women.

It’s a simple sunflower; not too small but it’s big enough to stand out against your skin.

The colours have always been your favourite and you sometimes catch yourself looking at it when you’re getting changed.

“It’s beautiful!” Carol says.

“Thank you!”

Wanda’s fingers are cold when they trace the length of your tattoo and you can help but jolt a little.

She glances up at you.

“Sorry, your hands are chilly.”

“My apologies.” Wanda says, grinning. “It is lovely.”

“Thanks!”

“Where is MJ’s tattoo?” Natasha asks, eyes roaming freely over the skin you’re now showing them.

Your phone buzzes repeatedly in the background.

“It’s on the back of her neck.”

“What made you get it there?” Natasha asks.

You shrug.

“It’s sorta hidden? I dunno.” You look down at your tattoo again. “Plus it’s, I dunno, confidence boosting? Before this I’d never thought about whipping my tummy out in front of three beautiful women and now look at me!”

“You think we’re beautiful?”

“O-of course, have you seen yourselves at all?”

It’s Wanda who surges forward first, her lips attacking your own hungrily as her hands squeeze the sides of your stomach.

You’re about to stumble back but she has you. Perfectly safe in her hold.

Her teeth pull at your bottom lip and you hiss out in pain, quickly wrapping your arms around her when she tries to pull away.

Natasha or Carol let out a moan.

Wanda takes one step back and when you feel her tongue trace your bottom lip, soothing the place where she pulled; you push her back.

Luckily she lands with a thump on the sofa - how you manage is beyond you - but you waste no time before climbing onto her lap.

Her hands have moved to your lower back where she traces lazy patterns on your skin.

When you sit up, Wanda’s lips follow you, only breaking away to allow you to throw the shirt off over your head and throw it somewhere behind.

You’re really glad you wore one of your better bras today.

You can feel all their eyes on your body, taking you in.

But then you refuse to look up to meet their gazes; the mortification of what you’ve just done hitting you like a train.

Wanda’s lips find your own again and give you a small peck.

“Beautiful,” she says. “Beautiful girl. Krasivaya devushka.”

You can’t help but laugh in relief as your lips reconnect and when her tongue finds its way into your mouth, you let out a loud moan.

Another pair of lips latch onto your left shoulder while another set of lips find the right side of your neck.

You grind pitifully on Wanda’s lap, fingers clenching into claws on the faux leather sofa.

Wanda breaks the kiss and attacks the front of your neck and it’s Natasha who takes the opportunity to turn your head to the side so she can kiss you.

There are hands roaming all over your upper body but never quite going far enough to go over your bra cladded chest.

“How did we get so lucky?” Carol asks as she nips at your skin.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck the paperwork off so much.” Wanda replies, licking her way back up to the shell of your ear where she sucks your earlobe into her mouth.

“Such a good girl for us, malishka.” Natasha murmurs against your lips, smiling when you can only nod in reply.

Your phone goes off again, an insistent buzzing that draws your attention away from the three women for only a second.

“Sorry Nat.” You turn from her, capturing Carol’s attention before leaning over to kiss her instead.

Gasping when Natasha goes back to sucking and kissing at your neck.

Wanda has taken to nipping at whatever skin she can reach.

Your phone buzzes once more, signalling a text.

And then another phone call.

Carol leans back with a sigh.

“I think you’re needed, kitten.” She mutters.

You let out a frustrated groan.

“It’s probably just my class group chat.” You say, hopeful to resume your kissing.

“Please check for our peace of mind.” Carol says. “And your own.”

You mentally vow to kill whoever it is who interrupted this.

You make to move to get off Wanda but she holds you tight.

“No, stay. Nat will get it.”

She does.

Natasha retrieves your phone quickly and when she hands it to you, she pecks your cheek.

“There’s no rush, malishka.”

“There is when it feels that good.” You mutter in response, tapping your phone screen to life.

You frown.

16 Unread Texts from MJ and 3 missed calls.

“It’s MJ.” You tell them.

You scan the texts and groan.

“She’s bloody locked herself out of our apartment. She needs me to go home to let her in.”

Yep. MJ’s blood is going to be on your hands tonight.

You sigh and look at the three women.

“I’m really sorry, I need to go.”

You get another text.

But you can’t tear your eyes away from their gazes.

“It’s fine, zolotse.” Natasha smiles.

“I mean, it isn’t.” Wanda mutters. “But your idiotic friend needs your help. Go and save her.”

“It’s probably for the best,” Carol says. “You need to read the documents before we go any further…despite how tempting it might be…”

Natasha hands you your shirt and you slip it back on.

“I’ll read it and we can meet up again soon. Here…maybe? So we can continue where this left off?”

“So eager.” Natasha smiles, tapping your nose. “If you wish.”

You finally, reluctantly, slid off Wanda’s lap.

“I’ll go and grab my clothes.”

“We will have them washed and dried, for when you return.” Natasha says. “Do you want us to drive you home?”

You check your phone again and roll your eyes.

“It seems I have a ride. MJ is outside apparently.” You take note of their confused expressions. “Find a Friend.”

It doesn’t take you long to get ready; leaving with completely different clothes than the ones you had coming into the building and one of Carol’s coats with a fluffy hood to keep you dry against the rain.

If you being at their apartment doesn’t catch MJ’s attention, this definitely will.

The Do’s and Don’ts document is nestled against your check under your coat - tucked into the leggings - with the hopes MJ doesn’t catch sight of it.

You’d die of embarrassment if she found it.

Natasha, Carol and Wanda walk you down the stairs to the elevator where one of them presses the button for you.

“I could always give MJ my key and come back up?”

Carol shakes her head.

“No, we all need this.” She says. “Do your homework and once we’ve discussed everything…then we can carry this on. Okay, kitten?”

“Think I might need to take a cold shower when I get in.”

“I think we all might have to.” Natasha says, eyes glancing behind you when the doors open.

One by one they kiss you and before you know it, you’re loaded back on the elevator, looking at the three of them.

“Let us know when you get home, please.” Natasha says.

“I will. Thanks for saving me, Carol. And for the food, and clothes and -”

“It’s fine, zolotse. Now, go be a hero. We will be here when you’re done.”

“You better be.”

The doors begin to close.

You wave at them before they shut completely and you’re taken back down to reality below.

Pt.11

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