They are your roommates, and a happy couple and you, their personal toy.
Word Count: 661
Warnings: Smut. wlw. Allusions to threesomes. Not Polyamory. Touching. Groping. Grabbing. Put me in this situation already.
Kinktober: Day 13. Prompts: Free Use + Threesomes + WandaNat
“Babydoll, have you seen my charger?” Your roommate Wanda asked from your left, tapping your butt lightly as you shook your head in a no, biting your lip at the sudden intrusion. Natasha rolled her eyes at the two of you, flinging Wanda her charger before making her way towards you.
“Any plans for today, babydoll?”
“Not really. Netflix and chill I guess.” You sipped your juice, eying your roommate and appreciating how her jeans fit on her hips, her boobs perfectly accentuated by her tank top.
“I’m taking my share for that.” Wanda piped in, stuffing one of your fries into her mouth and slapping your butt again, a light giggle escaping your lips.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, Carol Danvers x f!reader, Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x f!reader x Carol Danvers.
Word count: 3.8k
Genre: smut (50% plot, 50% porn)
Warnings: porn actress!Natasha, porn actress!Wanda, threesome,foursome (?), vaginal fingering, oral sex, pet names, everyone is horny for reader
Note: i have no idea how production works so just roll with it
"You got fired?!" Yelena's voice echoed through the almost empty cafe, gaining attention of the barista. You sent him a sheepish smile and turned to smack the back of Yelena's head.
"I quit." You scoffed, sneaking another packet of sugar into the pocket of your jacket.
"What's the difference? You're jobless either way." She pointed out, snatching the last packet from your fingers. She liked her coffee extra sweet.
"I chose to leave. That's the difference." You are fresh out of college, hopping from one job to another, never sticking for more than a few months. And it wasn't your fault. Your last boss was a fifty something man who thought he could get away with his inappropriate remarks. He certainly didn't get away from your lukewarm coffee being thrown into his annoying ass face.
Well, maybe you were fired.
"You know my sister works in film industry, right?" Yelena asked. Although you've never met her, you do know about her sister, she is an actress. You never saw her movies though.
Yelena waited for your nod before continuing. "She's shooting something right now and their production assistant bailed. They really need someone reliable." She fiddled with her coffee, not quite meeting your eyes.
You don't have any experience working in film and you really don't want to disappoint Yelena's sister. The blonde always spoke highly about her and you knew she was her role model. Even though they were stepsisters, you knew they were incredibly close.
So yeah, disappointing Natasha was not an option. But you really needed a job, your savings won't last for long. So...
You looked up when Yelena pinched your cheek and a thought hit you. "You hate your job, why don't you try it out?" You pondered, eyeing her suspiciously.
She withdrew her hand, leaning back against her chair, eyes darting around the cafe. She took a sip of her coffee before she replied.
"Well... Remember how you always wanted to see one of her movies and I never let you?" She sounded hesitant.
"Yes?"
"Yeah that's because I'd rather pluck out my eyeballs with a dull wooden spoon than watch them." Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline, not understanding her point. You know she loves her sister, so you don't get why she's not supporting her.
"It's porn, okay?" She yelped and the guy behind the register hurried in the backroom.
"She's a porn actress?!" You screeched, smacking the table with your palm. The old couple two tables away sent you a dirty look. You waved them off, focusing on your best friend. "That's a no. I appreciate the offer, but I don't think I'll be able to work there."
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"I'm glad you accepted the job."
After three days of contemplation, you decided to give it a try. Money was great and working hours were perfect. So you let Yelena (who kept dutifully quiet, but had a smug grin on her lips) drop you off at the studio.
"You won't believe how hard it is to find the right person in this line of work." The blonde in front of you smiled warmly, handing you some documents to sign.
"I'm happy to work for you, Ms. Danvers. I won't let you down." You shook her hand and she led you out of her office, beckoning someone closer.
"You must be, Y/n! I'm Darcy and I'll tell you everything you need to know." The short woman tugged you into the array of the corridors, not waiting for your response. You hurried to catch up with her, Carol's laughter ringing in your ears.
"I'm the tech, so if you have any questions about our gear you know who to ask. This guy right here is Thor." She gestured to the bulky man behind the camera. He waved excitedly in greeting, his face lighting up with a smile. You instantly relaxed, he had some soothing aura around him.
"He's our cameraman, super nice and friendly, will beat up anyone who tries to hurt you. That one with the sandwich is Jane, my girlfriend. She's responsible for the sound." The girlfriend in question sent you a small smile before hurrying to the coffee machine. "Our boss, aka Captain, is always in her office when there's nothing to do. Bossy, but nice. I think she likes you already." She sent you a wink, squeezing your elbow. You followed her down the hall feeling extremely out of place, but welcomed at the same time.
"Let the girl breathe, Darcy." A husky voice caused both of you to turn around.
You were greeted with a sight of Natasha Romanoff standing right in front of you in a simple white bathrobe. You could bet your left pinky that there was nothing underneath that piece of clothing.
"I'm Natasha. It's nice to finally meet you, Y/n." She smiled.
The family album Yelena showed you didn't do the redhead any justice. While she looked stunning in the pictures, up close she looked like a goddess. Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders and her forest green eyes bore right into your soul.
"Likewise." You managed a smile in return, your cheeks reddening in response to her intense gaze.
"Is she our new girl?" Another voice came from your right and you turned to it's source, felling yourself redden even more. "I'm Wanda."
Another redhead with stunning green eyes. Cool. You're totally breathing just fine. And your palms are not sweaty.
"Your new girl?" Your voice sounded too hoarse and you had to clear your throat under Natasha's too knowing gaze.
"Carol wanted us to do a threesome for a long time. Said she'll find us the greatest match. I think she outdid herself. Don't you agree, Nat?" Her gaze racked all over you body, lingering on your chest and lips.
"Okay, enough." Darcy noticed your flustered state and took pity on you, pulling you flush against her side. "I don't want Y/n to have a heart attack on her first day. She's Carol's assistant, so calm your tits!" You chuckled awkwardly, but the two women in front of you did not stop their staring. After a second, Wanda looked away in disappointment, pouting slightly.
Natasha looked determined. She sent you a nod and pulled Wanda towards the changing rooms, whispering something in her ear.
"Sorry about that. Now let's continue our tour."
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You spent the rest of that day trailing behind Darcy and running some errands for Carol, successfully avoiding the redhead duo. It's not because you didn't like them, it's because you liked them a little too much.
Carol didn't make things easier for you. With a constant smirk and countless winks sent your way, she seemed to warm up to you even more.
Three days passed in a blur. You were lucky they just finished shooting a lengthy video, when you first came for work. It let you adjust to the environment and get to know everyone before seeing them naked.
There were other actresses, of course. So far you've met Valkyrie (who flirted with Carol the second she caught a sight of her), Agatha (she didn't even spare you a glance, stormed right in front of you towards changing rooms) and Maria (she was actually really nice and asked you on a friendly date).
Today there was a shot scheduled for the afternoon and no matter how hard you prayed for it to get delayed, Wanda and Natasha still came out of the dressing room clad in fluffy white bathrobes.
"Can't wait to see your reaction. Do you have a history of passing out under pressure?" Darcy appeared by your side with a cup of warm tea, patting your back when she saw you swallow nervously.
"Darcy, don't you have a job to do?" Carol called out from her seat, saving you from the awkward conversation. You sent her a tight lipped smile in thanks. She shrugged you off, sending you one of her warm smiles, before turning to glare at Darcy. "Put that phone back in your pocket, Lewis or else," she warned.
"Well, I just wanted the whole groupchat to see her reaction. You're no fun, Cap," Darcy grumbled, but hid her phone anyway.
You attention returned to the two women discussing the scene. They were too engrossed in the conversation to notice your staring, but Carol did. She hummed to herself, gears turning in her head.
"Everything's ready, boss." Thor stayed behind his camera, sending thumbs up to Carol.
"Start rolling. Natasha, whenever you're ready," smiling at the pair, the blonde woman relaxed in her seat. She always had that calming aura around her, a sense of steadiness and confidence radiating off her in waves. She tilted her head when she felt your eyes on her, ready to turn to you, but you glanced away just in time, focusing on Wanda.
That was the wrong move.
In the time it took you to take your eyes off Carol, Wanda and Natasha shedded the robes, positioning themselves on the spacious bed. The younger woman laid on the duvet, waiting for Natasha to put on a strap, which she did with unsurprising ease.
You felt your chest burn all the way up to your cheeks, your heartbeat so prominent you felt you shirt shake. Suddenly, you felt a hand grasp your shoulder, making you jump up in your seat.
"First time is always awkward. Just think about something disgusting," Jane advised with a gentle look in her eyes. "I almost quit on my first day, but Darcy convinced me to stay," she glanced up for a second, her eyes widening. "You know I think I need your help in the back room." She ushered you up, shielding the view in front of you.
You realised what she was doing the second you saw the look in her eyes and no matter how much you wanted to save yourself from embarrassment, you wanted to see what was happening even more.
"Thank you, really, but I think it's better to face it all now." You tried your best to sound calm, but Wanda's throaty moan threw your hard work out of the window. You gulped, cursing Jane for blocking the view.
"If you're sure." She cast you one last look before disappearing somewhere on set.
You didn't pay her any mind, your mind blanking out as soon as you saw what was happening.
Wanda was on her fourth, arching her back to meet Natasha's harsh thrusts. Her strap slid easily inside Wanda's waiting pussy, pulling out a hiss from the younger woman. She looked right into your eyes then, fisting Wanda's hair and tugging harshly, so she was fully presented in front of you, soft breasts moving from Natasha's animalistic thrusts.
Tears trailed down Wanda's face as she whispered something under her breath. "Please", you heard her faint voice. Looking up you saw her already staring at you. She bit down her lip, her eyes rolling from pleasure. You could see her struggling to keep them open. The woman behind her slid her hand across Wanda's stomach, hoisting her up so you could have the perfect view of her gushing wet pussy.
You subtly crossed your legs, glancing around to see if anyone noticed the state you were in. Thankfully, no one seemed to pay you any mind, everyone was too engrossed in the scene.
Shutting your eyes, you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to continue observing the couple. You almost wished Carol would tell you to go and make her coffee (although she never did that, claiming she was perfectly capable of making it herself, and even going as far as always making sure to bring you one too).
You finally opened your eyes to see Wanda staring at you pleadingly, her eyes brightening up when she saw you biting your lips. Her body was shaking from pleasure. The only thing stopping her from falling back on her fourth was Natasha's vice grip. The older was was not far behind, her juices sliding down her own thighs. She was grunting from pleasure and had the audacity to wink at you when your eyes finally landed on her face.
"Enjoying the show?" She mouthed, tilting her head just enough so that cameras won't catch the words.
Standing up from your chair you looked away, gaining attention of Carol. Her brows furrowed in concern as she stood up as well, motioning for Thor to keep on filming.
"Y/n, a word?" She whispered in your ear, seemingly as not to disturb the scene in front of you. Her left hand barely grazed your waist, but it was enough to send shivers down your spine.
You looked away from Wanda's tear stricken face and wondered why Carol wanted to leave in the middle of the shoot. "They can handle themselves." She pulled you with her, her hand on the small of your back, leading you to her office.
"Sit." She gestured to the guest chair in front of her desk and you wondered why she took you here.
Are you in trouble?
"I have a proposition for you." She was all business now, looking over the documents she pulled from the drawer. She looked magnificent like that, relaxed and leaned back against her leather chair, the sleeves of her white dress shirt rolled up to her elbows, reveling her toned forearms.
"I'm not going to sugar coat this. I want you on the other side of that camera." Her request sent a chill down your spine. A particularly loud moan from down the hall reached your ears, making you blush furiously.
She pinned you to the chair with her gaze and you squirmed in your seat, reminded of your arousal yet again. She looked down at the movement and you were thankful for the desk between the two of you.
Her eyes flickered back to you with a knowing twinkle.
"I'm not sure I understand." You whispered, clinging to the last bit of hope for... What were you hoping for? For this conversation to end? Or for her to confirm your suspicions? You remember all to well the first and only conversation you had with the redheads. Carol was looking for a girl to join them. They wanted it to be you.
The older woman turned to the mimi bar on the windowsill, pulling out a bottle of water. "Drink. You look thirsty."
You took it with no hesitation, tips of her fingers barely grazing your own. She moved to sit on the edge of the desk, her leg brushing yours. You gulped down the water and cleared your throat.
"Natasha knows how to take care of good girls like you." She eyed you up and down, her fingers tilting your chin up. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" Her thumb brushed against your lower lip, pulling it from between your teeth. You let out a breath, clenching your thighs. Her eyes focused on the lower part of your body. "Want me to take care of that?" She slid her hand down your body to the hem of your skirt, dipping lower to massage your inner thigh. Your heart was beating out of your chest from her ministrations. "If you want me to stop, say the word and I won't bother you ever again. But if you want me to fuck you like you deserve, you have to be a good girl and open that pretty mouth of yours. Speak." Her finger brushed the fabric of your panties and you buckled your hips, moaning at the feeling.
"Please..." You finally found your voice, grasping her arms to keep her in place.
"Please what?" She bit down your earlobe.
"Please fuck me." You whimpered, spreading your legs in invitation.
She let out a low chuckle, pulling away a bit to enjoy the look on your face. "Now there's a good girl."
She grabbed you by the back of your thighs, pulling you up only to put you down right on the edge of the desk, spreading your legs and inching closer until she was right in front of you.
"Take off your shirt." She pulled your panties to the side and dipped a finger into your dripping cunt, pulling out a deep moan from your lips. You hurried to get rid of said item, throwing the shirt away. Her other trailed up to your bra, nudging it up until your breasts were on display for her.
She pulled out, teasing your clit. You clenched around nothing, whining at the feeling of emptiness. "I need more, please," you gasped. Grasping Carol's jaw you pulled her into a deep kiss.
She let out a moan when your tongues met, her thighs clenched so hard, you were glad to not be between them.
"Fuck, Y/n," she grunted and slid two fingers inside, pumping them slowly. She trailed kisses down your neck to your breasts, teeth scraping at your nipple, forcing you to fall back on your elbows. Your back arched from pleasure and you had to bite down on your hand to keep yourself quiet. Your hips bucked into her strong body, grinding down on her hand, legs wrapped around her waist to get her even closer.
"Don't hide those pretty moans," Carol whispered in your ear, adding a third finger, her thumb circling your clit with a slightest pressure. You were rapidly growing closer, your eyes rolling back from her words.
She fucked you hard and deep, pressing your body against the table. A tear slid down your cheek from the overwhelming pleasure, your walls clenching around her fingers as you were ready to cu-
"Carol, we need y-" Natasha's voice rang through the haze and you pressed your face in the crook of Carol's neck, trying to hide your face from embarrassment. You couldn't possibly see it, but Natasha's gaze slid down your body, stopping when she saw you clenching around Carol's fingers.
Wanda trailed in after Natasha, oblivious to what was happening in the room, and stopped dead in her tracks when she took in the scene in front of her.
"Leave." Carol turned to glare at the pair, tightening her hold on your hipbone. You whined at her voice, still too aware of her fingers buried deep inside you and her thumb gently tracing your clit in a stark contrast to her harsh tone. Wanda's eyes snapped up to your face at the sound and you met her stare, clenching around the blondes fingers.
"And if she wants us to stay?" She directed her question to Carol, but her eyes never left yours.
Carol looked down, gently nudging your chin up. "If you're even slightly uncomfortable say the word and we'll be gone," she whispered so only you could hear her, making sure you understood every word.
"Don't go."
Almost if she was pulled by a rope, Wanda hurried closer, stopping right beside Carol. You didn't dare to move, ready to take whatever she was willing to give.
She took Carol's hand, pulling it away from your pussy and sucked her juice coated fingers, moaning at the taste. She never once looked away from you, enjoying the moan that escaped your mouth at the sight.
"She looks so pretty like that, doesn't she?" Natasha nibbled at your earlobe. You didn't even notice her coming up behind you. "Don't you want her pouty lips on your pussy?" Her hand trailed down your stomach to reach your clit, softly pinching it. Your hips buckled into her palm, thighs still clasped around Carol's waist, who watching the scene with hungry eyes.
"Yes, please." Tears of pleasure slid down your cheeks. Natasha wrapped her other hand around your throat, pulling you back against her body.
"Don't be so greedy, Nat." Carol grasped your hips, rooting you in place.
Natasha scoffed at her words, her fingers trailed down and finally entered your waiting hole. The feeling of her long fingers moving inside you made your eyes roll. You reached behind and grabbed her hair, tugging her face against your neck. She hissed from pain and harshly bit down on your neck, pulling a deep grunt out of you.
"Know your place." She gritted out, slapping your thigh.
"Don't be mean, Nat. She'll learn soon enough." Wanda softly massaged your breasts, trailing gentle kisses up the other side of your neck. "She'll be such a good pet for us." Her kisses inched closer and closer to your lips, untill she finally reached her destination. She softly bit down on your lower lip and pulled you in a passionate kiss, her quick tongue exploring your mouth, leaving your own taste on your tongue.
"Now show me how good you can be and don't cum until Natasha allows you to." She completely pulled away, turning around to face Carol.
She unbuckled her pants, tugging them down. You choked from the sight of the blonde falling back on the chair with parted legs, Wanda's head buried between her legs. Your eyes trailed up to her face. Her eyes clouded with pleasure, falling shut as she pulled Wanda's face closer.
"You really like to watch, don't you?" Natasha bit down on your earlobe, tugging it with her teeth. "Fuck, I knew you were perfect the second I laid my eyes on you."
She pulled out, adding a fourth finger as she dived back in. You hissed from the stretch, your back arching from the slightest bit of pian.
"Shhh, pretty girl, I know you can take it." She pushed deeper, burying four finger into your aching hole, letting you adjust before resuming her pace. "They look so good together. I wish you could see yourself right now, spread out for me, crying and whining from pleasure." Circling your clit with her thumb, she used her other hand to tug your leg on the table. "Let Carol enjoy the view."
Your head fell back on Nat's shoulder, a scream rippled through your throat from the change of the angle.
"Come for us, malyshka."
You came with a loud cry, clenching around her hand you clasped your thighs closed, keeping her still moving hand inside. Your vision went black and the only thing you could feel was her fingers moving gently inside you, easing out with each stroke.
She gently pulled out, nudging your mouth open with her fingers, so you could clean them up. You opened up with no hesitation, letting her gently fuck your mouth with her fingers.
"We are keeping her." Wanda smiled at Natasha when you finally opened your eyes, cupping your jaw to trace your cheeks with her thumbs.
"When did you-" you struggled to form a sentence, too stunned by her sudden closeness.
"Shhh." She kneeled before you licking your pussy clean, pulling a hiss out of you every time her nose brushed against your sore clit. She pulled away with a grin, softly massaging your thighs.
"Can we go back to my place? I'm kind of tired and in dire need of sleep." Carol stretched on her chair, sending you a sleepy wink.
"You're too soft," Natasha scoffed, still hugging you close to her body. "We'll go to my place."
Imagine gently running your fingers over a girl’s waist and accidentally finding a ticklish spot. And then you start tickling her and she just bubbles with laughter with tears in her eyes from laughing.
being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven’t spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn’t strictly “necessary”] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you’re not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you’ll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it’s suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you’re running out of time]
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