Season 2 is finally planned out (better late than never eh?) I just now need to write the bloody thing. Does anyone even read this stuff anymore?
Season 2 will the the finale season in the Sugar Mommies Universe as I want to peruse different writing ideas with different fandoms, characters; as well as the ones I love to write.
Summary: A trip out to your usual coffee shop did not usually go wrong. That is until a robber decides to enter, threatening to kill everyone if they didn't give her their money. Shots fired, the gun landing on you. Yet, it appears Yelena has changed her interests from money to something, well someone far more valuable.
Warnings: 18+, gun shooting (no deaths), smut, gun & knife play, fingering (r), mirror sex, public sex, dark!yelena, dumbification, g!p yelena, penetration, (sort of nude photo)
Pairings: robber!yelena x civillian!reader, dark!yelena x reader, slight age gap, g!p yelena x reader, beefy!yelena (?)
Word count: 4K
DC: cafekitsune
AN: Well you can blame Nox for this.. Yes I got carried away! @yelenasdiary tag for you unhinged.. Side note being I wrote this while sipping on my wine also being an unhinged whore..
P.S, I've never written g!p before so bare with me!
Strolling in, the smell of the café hit you instantly. Your head directed towards the small corner of the room, where your regular table lay empty calling your name from afar. A soft smile painted upon your lips, as a sigh passed them.
You'd become renowned for having that little seat in the café, watching as the bustling crowds of New York passed you by. A small cough a few feet in front of you drew you from your thoughts.
Steve, the local barista was training up someone new. Ophelia, you believed her name to be. She seemed sweet enough a little shy of course, but that was a tendency bound to happen on one's first few shifts.
He nodded at you knowingly to which you responded with a toothy smile, nodding politely back to him. There was no need to ask him for your order, you'd been going to the café for three years and he'd been serving as a barista for two.
Feet carrying you to the small table in the corner, you gently pulled the chair out before sitting down a content hum leaving you as you did so. The café seemed content, the atmosphere always had a homely feeling like a comforting film you'd sit down to watch at night.
The crowds outside were loud, streets bustling and sounds of hectic life. It seemed so completely different, almost like you'd stepped into another dimension when walking into the quiet four walls of the building.
A coffee cup along with a small plate residing a cake made you jump slightly catching you off guard. Steve glanced at you, casting an apologetic look towards your way.
"Penny for your thoughts there, Y/N?" His voice guiding you back to reality.
A small laugh tipped past your lips as you shook your head. He was always a pleasant kind guy, one of the few friends you'd made in the city when you'd moved over.
"You know me Steve. Constantly distracted, yet forever in this café," you jokingly stated earning you a laugh in return.
With that, he turned his head realising the new Barista looked like she needed some support behind the counter. Your eyes drifted to her, giving her a small smile to convey she was doing okay, to which she sheepishly returned.
He returned to the his job behind the counter, serving the coffee, taking orders and overall handling everything well. This allowed you to once again return to your inner thoughts and glances out of the window, looking at passers by.
The smell of your drink, drifted up to your nose bringing you to a sense of peace and tranquillity you'd never find anywhere else. Not even in your hometown, that was. Moving to New York was frightening, big city and the concept of needing to meet new people. Yet, you felt it was the right place for you.
Never had you encountered anything chaotic except for the odd stupid misogynistic cat calls that was, you'd tended to refer back to the middle finger for that. Overall, this café had become one of home, where you could let yourself go and just dance away into the winds of the city.
Steve's voice called out once more, yet it wasn't directed at you for a change. Instead as you turned your head to the entrance you'd noticed a peculiar figure standing there. A cap placed upon her head, blonde short hair slicked back slightly, peaking out from underneath. A black leather jacket hung upon her figure admittedly making the mysterious figure attractive.
Yet, something about her seemed, off. Her stance and the way she portrayed herself. The back of her jacket seemed to be hiding something large, not that you could make it out. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, making it impossible to identify who she was. Something about her sent chills down your spine for one reason, yet made your stomach flip for an entirely different reason.
Your eyes glanced back towards Steve's direction who made eye contact with you. It was a look that couldn't be placed, but if you had to it would be one of worry and an uncomfortable feeling on his face. As if the world slowed down, you saw the blonde figure slip her hand into the back of her jacket towards her jeans reaching for something.
Bile began to shoot up towards your throat, yet you felt your hands go clammy and stress overtaking your entire body. It was invading your chest and you glanced between the figure and Steve, trying to sink into your seat.
It was as if everything happened in a flash, tome physically slowing down as her nimble yet long fingers whipped out a gun, a large one for that matter pointing it into the air. Cups around you smashed all over, followed by the screams of civilians who were rightfully so petrified. Steve didn't seem to move, even as the woman's voice called out to him and Ophelia.
"Let me make this very clear. This will go well, if you open the cash register and give me what you have within there."
Something about the husk in her voice, made you feel things that should shame you in many ways. The woman stood in your favourite café holding a gun in an attempted robbery. However, the way she spoke and stood, the way her lips tilted up into a smirk that would send anyone running hit straight into your core.
Steve, never reacted and Ophelia looked like she had tears spilling down her face. Not daring to move, you kept your body slumped down in your seat, the silence in the four walls seemed deafening, aside from the heavy breathing and soft crying from civilians.
"Am I talking to my fucking self?" The woman snapped, causing Steve to jump.
Ophelia attempted to stagger forward, the fear in her eyes as evident as the clouds in the sky. Her brown hair was now falling down her face, completely messy and unkempt as her teeth chattered together.
"We-We don't have much," She whispered.
The blonde woman, scoffed moving to a nearby table, where a wife and her husband were sitting. You recognised them as frequent visitors like yourself, not that was any matter now. All the woman did was glare at the couple and they scrambled out the seats cowering into the corner of the café.
It was then, she shrugged her black leather jacket off, throwing it carefully over the chair with precision. That was when you saw her. Laced in tattoo's, all over her shoulder's and arms and by the love of god they looked admittedly hot.
One particular tattoo stood out, it was the shape of a Rose that spiralled slowly into a sort of motorbike, like it was attached to the end of the bike spelling out words you couldn't place. The words looked almost Russian to you, but you were sat from a distance.
She flexed her shoulder for a second, your eyes widening as you gawked at her. The muscles on her flexed as she did and holy shit you could tell she worked out. Ether that or at the very least did some sort of muscular style of work area.
The blonde robber stalked over to the cash machine yanking it from if's place with such force, it cracked. You observed in silence not daring to even breath let alone shift in your seat as she dragged whatever little cash the café had within it's machine.
Her eyes, narrowed before she whipped off her glasses, her eyes coming into view from your angle. They were the colour of the earth, green and captivating even if you said so yourself. A hard grunt left her lips as she gawked at the cash in hand, before glaring up at the two Barista's. Steve and Ophelia didn't dare shift themselves, their feet almost glued to the floor eyes cast down towards the blonde's gun.
"Right change of plans. Everyone in this café will give me what cash they have, or anything of value. I don't want to leave here empty handed," She husked between gritted teeth.
The blonde began to walk around the room as you watched in silence, body frozen over like a blanket of ice held you down. She walked over from person to person, collecting anything of value. The gun was clutched hard in her hand, showing her power and domination over anyone who looked like they were going to question her.
"This is all I have Ma'm," a younger man stuttered out earning a sheer laugh that was bone-chilling from her.
"That will do, also if you leave this place at least pass my name off as Yelena," she stuttered loud enough for everyone to hear.
Yelena. The name wanted to slide out from your mouth, the desperation of testing it out on your tongue seeping over you. Obviously you didn't dare, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention to yourself, the least you wanted was for the blonde to know you found her insanely attractive.
Instead your head removed focused on being lowered, hands clasped tightly together underneath the table. The heels of Yelena's boots hit the floor as she walked with authority around the café. Your heart began to hammer hard and fast against your rib cage, practically trying to leap out of your chest. The boots got closer to your table until the silence once again succumbed to the room.
Someone behind you attempted to stand, before a deafening shot was fired into the direction. A nerve wrecking sob escaped from behind you and for a moment you breathed out a sigh of relief, grateful Yelena hadn't actually shot them. At least not yet.
"That's what happens if you try to shift or retaliate. Just behave and follow instructions and you won't have issues. God I hate people."
She muttered the last sentence in an accent and you realised then. She was definitely Russian. The ringing in your ears made it hard to make the sentences out or any sounds, but you didn't need to. Your eyes landed on her black laced army boots, the painful reminder hitting you that you were next.
Rather than lifting your head up, you simply drew the cash out of your pockets. You usually carried an obscene amount of it in your pockets which to no surprise you'd often been lectured before. Never have you had to be grateful for once that you had made smart choices in carrying the cash.
Shifting it onto the table, you swore you heard a half gasp at the amount you'd placed in front of Yelena. However the sound went as quick as it came, instead replaced by what sounded like a pleased grunt before the boots began to walk away.
A small sigh of relief overcame you as you felt the sense of dread slightly lift off your shoulders. The sheer urge to get out of the café became overwhelming, despite knowing or at least believing in your safety. However, the relief was quickly replaced by dread as the boots returned to your table stopping in front of you once again.
A few small murmurs passed around the room and you could easily imagine the absolute horror and fear on Steve's face even with your head down. No breath left your lips, instead your settled on holding it dreading what might happen. What made this horribly worse was the fact somehow this scenario, the fear and knowing the blonde carried herself with such an authority and a significant look only turned you on. You felt like you should be disgusted by that, embarrassed even, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so.
"Raise your head up," She instructed her voice firm and leaving no room for arguments.
Part of you wished to argue against it, but deep down you knew how stupid you'd be making yourself look if you did so. Therefore, rather than causing a whole scene and making everyone else around you be put in danger, you followed the instructions lifting your head up to meet her firm gaze.
It was as if time itself stopped when your eyes connected. A glimmer of something you couldn't quite place, reflected within Yelena's eyes her lips twitching slightly. Almost as if the blonde was fighting the urge to smile and you felt like it wouldn't be a fake one if she did, making your stomach flutter slightly.
As quickly as the look came however, it snapped back into one of authority and dominance. Her smirk now replaced with lips pressed together into a thin line. Yelena's arm roughly grasped onto your own, her hand sending a heavy amount of arousal into your core making your cheeks flush.
If she noticed, she didn't comment only dragging you up off the chair and pulling you firmly with her. You didn't dare question stumbling with her as your body followed suit.
The blonde dragged you into the corner of the room, towards the mirror in the corner of the café. Albeit you'd always questioned what it stood there for, Steve always joking saying customers liked to take aesthetically pleasing photos in front of the mirror.
You'd never questioned it since and now. Yelena had your front against her back, pushing you forward so you are now facing the mirror, eyes connected with her own through the glass. Her lips tilted up and she whispered into your ear something of Russian before a husky laugh escaped her lips.
Yelena's hands wrapped around your throat, instantly causing you to freeze. You'd noticed everyone in the café was now watching, some frozen in fear others in complete shock. However, something in the back of your mind lingered and you couldn't bring yourself to care. The arousal now coursed through your veins, cheeks tinting with a heavy pink as it spread over your face.
That's when you felt something hard pressing into the crevice of your ass, it appeared to be getting harder by the second. Your eyes widened when you realised what the hardness was, lips parting open as you stared at her. Yelena's eyes merely darkened a low chuckle escaping her lips.
Her thumb dragged firmly across your lower lip before slipping it into your mouth raising an eyebrow at you expectantly. Not wanting to risk anything else happening, you took her thumb into her mouth, sucking on it with a skill you hadn't realised you possessed, keeping eye contact at all times.
Her member dug into the back of you, hard and firm causing wetness to slip out of your underwear. She wasn't unknowing of this, the blonde's grin turning into something of a devilish smirk, lips moving to your ear.
"If you say stop, I will. I might be a robber but I'm not a monster," she husked quiet enough for only you to hear.
Did you want her to stop? Your brain screamed at you to be seriously logical, not to be some sort of pathetic whore for five minutes. However, your arousal was going to drive you mad. Even if you did say yes, the wetness that had dripped down your thighs would still have to be taken care of either way. Therefore you merely shook your head, cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment.
"Let's make them watch you hm, watch my fingers slide into you while you're up against the mirror. Seeing yourself behave so well for me while looking like a filthy whore in front of them," She husked out, glad you'd accepted to be her small toy.
"What about the m-money?" The new barista, Ophelia spoke up, her voice sounding petrified.
"Fuck the money, I have my mind set on a different reward isn't that right pet?" She mumbled lips pressed into your neck as her cock got harder pressing against you.
Her cock felt hard and incredibly good pressed into you, even if you couldn't touch or even feel it fully yet. Instead all you could do is let out a small, whimper shame in the back of your mind at what you had become.
She started without warning grinding you back against her member, the feeling of arousal filling your mind blocking out anyone in the café. Yelena's hand slipped underneath your jeans, hiding you away from prying eyes of the customers.
The blonde's fingers slipped inside of your underwear, slipping instantly into your folds dipping in and out. Your cheeks flushed and you tried to hide your face in her neck not wanting to remember you were in a café. They could all see you and it lingered in the back of your mind. Yet, your arousal, desires and needs were too high and too overwhelming to bear and Yelena knew this.
She grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling your face back to the mirror, her fingers moving with a more forceful power now, slipping in and out with clear intention. Her muscles flexed against you, slipping back around your throat squeezing slightly eliciting a gasp from you as you bit down hard on your lip. She smirked, shifting her cock against you once more, moaning deep into your ear.
"You're taking it so well little whore," her accent emphasising on the word whore.
Her free hand slipped into her back pocket, drifting a knife down your neck and that only turned you on further. Hips slightly bucking into her hand as you felt gross yet so turned on looking into the mirror. A small trail of blood trickled down your neck that Yelena quickly kissed before biting down on your jugular.
Without warning her hand slipped to her phone taking a small photo of you, positioned in front of the mirror. Her cock buried into your ass while her fingers worked against you. You felt like a pathetic toy, for her to use and the others to see how ridiculous you were for some stranger, but you were too wet and desperate to care.
Just as you were approaching some form of high, Yelena yanked her fingers out shoving them into your mouth. Obediently, you took her fingers slightly whining at the withdrawal and wanting to chase your high. She laughed shaking her head, before spinning you back around.
"They're not seeing you cum Detka. That's for my eyes," She gritted out her voice filled with lust.
Without warning using all her muscular strength, she picked you up with ease into her arms beginning to walk to the back staff room. Your legs instinctively wrapped around her waist, face hidden into her neck with embarrassment.
As soon as she entered the staff room and shut the door behind her, Yelena pinned you up against it. Her knife yanked back out, ripping your top open and pushing her own jeans and boxers down.
Yelena's cock instantly freeing, you realised just how turned on she was for you. Her pre-cum slipping down and out of the tip, your eyes darkening in desire. Instinctively, your fingers wrapped around her, pumping up and down, rubbing at the tip as she threw her head forward biting down on your neck.
"You're a filthy little slut aren't you? Needing my cock that badly, needing me that badly you let me do that in front of those people, stupid pet."
Her gun dragged down your stomach the cold metal of it making your skin prickle and shiver. The fear you should be feeling was nowhere to be found. Instead the fear was replaced by an overwhelming almost painful sense of desire. It was making the feeling of being horny almost foggy and impossible to function.
She slapped your hand away, your body still being held up by her muscles and strong build. Hands caressed over her muscles, running over that one tattoo you'd become fixated on. Her eyes fluttered with something for a moment, body freezing as you did so. Yet, as quickly as it came the flash was over.
Yelena began to pump her hand up and down on her cock, moaning excessively loudly. It was evident from her moans and excessive whining she wanted, even perhaps needed the others outside of the staff room to hear.
The wetness spilled onto your abdomen, all over your chest spilling over your jeans. You were now covered in Yelena's pre-cum, her face a picture of lust and excitement. The blonde hoisted you up further not giving you any warning before sliding into you.
She began to move her cock in and out of you at an animalistic pace, giving you no time to adjust. Yelena stretched you out before slamming straight back into you. Her cock felt warm inside of you, your head being slightly shielded by her hand cupping it with a fist full of your hair.
"You like this huh? That much of a fucking dumb slut, you needed me to fuck you in here. Some random stranger's cock. I should show the world to you. Let them see what a whore you are."
Her words only spurred you on, desperate for any sort of release as you bounced harder onto her. Each thrust caused you to moan louder, the people still most likely in the café forgotten about. All that invaded your mind and senses, your body was Yelena. Her cock, her muscles her very essence.
A particular hard thrust had knots tightening in your stomach and you knew then you were close. Judging by the look on the blonde's face so was she, her finger's slipping down to your clit.
As soon as she began to play with your clit, rubbing it in the right way you lost all thought to think. No words could ever be formed for the way you felt. Fingers digging into her skin as she pumped ferociously into your pussy.
"You want to cum hm, use your words," She husked yanking your head back."
"Please," was all you could murmur out trying to chase your high desperately.
Yelena bit down on your ear as she thrusted into you whispering something in Russian. You assumed it was dirty and asking you to release for her. The Russian words mixed with her thrusts sent you spiralling, moaning louder than you deemed possible. Your pussy tightened around her cock, walls closing in as your juices pumped all over her.
That only sent Yelena herself spiralling, quickly pulling out before releasing herself all over your stomach, dripping down onto the cold tiles of the floor. The room filled with gasps and pants as she gently pulled out of you, carrying you with such a soft way you almost questioned if it was the same woman. She lowered you down onto a nearby chair, passing you her jacket.
No words were spoken, your breath was still panting as you came back to reality, realising just exactly what the fuck you'd done. Before you could comment she was stalking to the back exit door fully dressed once again before turning back once.
"I'll see you again pet, don't you worry. I've found something money simply cannot buy."
Before you could even muster a response, she slipped out the backdoor, shutting it behind her with her hands leaving you to ponder your thoughts in question. As reality began to fade back into your view and the location of where you remained hit you, your cheeks turned beetroot red.
Stumbling over yourself, you managed to get yourself dressed your top on the floor ripped making you know you didn't merely imagine some sort of slutty scenario in your head. You slipped on her jacket, her aroma filling your senses making you almost fall to the floor there and then.
You'd made it to the back door, stumbling out of it just to see her staring back at you. Her head was now hidden behind a helmet, her body perched onto a motorbike, but you knew it was her. That explained the tattoo then..
Before you could utter a sentence her way, she sped off on her bike, heading into the open traffic roads of NYC. You stood there wrapped in what was her jacket, watching her speed away.
Yelena faded into the distance leaving with what once was your dignity and that one damned photo that she took that could land itself anywhere. The photo that could cost you your career and what was your life's worth yet all you could think about is how you were covered in her essence.
Summary: Set right after Civil War, but my own take and no Vis. Wanda picked a random town to hide out in, not expecting to meet you. But when she did she was completely captivated. Except, things keep threatening to take you away and she can’t have that, now can she?
Warning:A little bit of light stalking; toxic!Wanda, like for real this isn’t the healthiest romance; jealous!Wanda; possessive!Wanda; top!Wanda, bottom!reader; strap-on use; magic strap; a lil overstimulation, rough sex. That’s a lot please let me know if I missed anything…
A/N: I really kinda… went all out for this. Like… damn I don’t know where the end of this came from, but damn.
free use is so fun like...you're telling me i get to be a stress toy? a fuckdoll??? you'll come home and bend me over and pound the daylights out of me just because you can????? no warning or nothing???????? beautiful
This is pure smut with an absolute smidge of plot. If that’s not your cuppa tea don’t read.Miniors read no further.
You were exhausted, having been edged for at least an hour. The worse part was you asked for this. Natasha insisted you choose your punishment. And you chose book holding, but your bravado had melted away after the second instance of the books falling from your crown. And the worse part was how understanding Natasha was. She wasn't angry, not even disappointed, just there to cuddle you while she eased you down before you mounted her fawx cock again.
She steadied your hips as you overzealously sank onto the dildo, almost relaxing your neck, letting yourself fall into the comforting grasp of your Alpha. Slick streamed down your thighs and the ache of what felt like hours at the squat rack sumo squatting. All the while, the coil in your stomach
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Natasha moved the rough pad of her left middle finger to your clit rubbing in slow sensual circles, "You're doing so well, Love. Just have to stick the landing. Perhaps the third time is the charm, hmmm?" You went to respond as the rough pad of Natasha's thumb circled your clit as her strap bottomed out inside you, and you came undone. But you manage to hold your posture as Natasha holds you close as your walls convulse around her.
Natasha holds you close as your high ebbs slowly. Natasha holds you close with one arm while one arm takes the weight off your head, whispering praise into your ear as you melt into your Alpha, the inner omega preening at the praise. As you calm down after your orgasm, Natasha lifts you off her strap, takes a warm washcloth, and cleans off the copious slick around your thighs. Whispering praise as she soothed you while your omega swam atop the sea of subspace. As you felt yourself being picked up bridal style
The light suddenly became a lot harsher. You whimpered into your Alpha's neck. "Sorry, love," she said, dimming the lights. "Can you come back to me, love?" she whispered as you heard the spray of water start. You whined, trying to say yes, but the sea of subspace held you firmly. "Alright, Kotenok, we will start with a shower then." She shifted you around, so you were in her lap and massaged your scalp while burying her nose in your neck, inhaling your scent as you slowly came out of subspace.
Your back stiffened as you returned to awareness, "Welcome back, Y/N. Are you okay?" She said maintaining the scalp massage. You could no longer feel the
"Mmmm, I'll be sore tomorrow morning, and I'm parched, but that was great."
Natasha removed herself from your scenting gland, "I shouldn't have let you talk me into punishing you like that. Especially so close to your heart, your scent seems okay for now. I might have to bench that punishment for a while. Also, you're taking a soak in Epsom salts and drinking at least 2 litres of fluids before bed tonight." She commanded, hand still massaging your scalp.
You were still a bit fuzzy but managed to respond, "mmmm, no complaints here. As long as the baths with you.'
Natasha smirked. "Of course, love, a soak with my nose buried in your neck while I have you drinking your fluids sounds heavenly. I'm going to run the bath and grab some things for you. Shall I grab you a book? Or your drawing pad?"
"I don't think I could focus on either, to be honest. My thighs are aching. I'll just get F.R.I.D.A.Y to play some music." You mused
"Okay, my love, give me a few minutes, and I'll come to take you to the bath, ok?" Natasha says, planting a kiss on your forehead
You leaned against the shower wall letting the spray waiting for your Alpha to return. You asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to play (Your favourite music for relaxing). A few minutes later, you hear the pattering of footsteps until you hear the shower door open and the spray stops.
Natasha moves to pick you up bridal style, allowing you to keep your thighs relaxed and walked to over to the large marble tub. As you get closer, the lavender scent gets more prominent as she steps into the tub. She sets herself behind you, letting you lean back into her.
You fall asleep in the tub, satiated and thoroughly fucked and comfortable. As you dreamt of a brunette with red glowing hands and piercing eyes emitting a red mist. “I’m coming for you, my precious soon, we’ll be together.” The brunette whispers.
You wake up something not feeling right. You realise you’re in bed. Natasha, next to you her, breathes even and slow. You get up to head to the bathroom to get some water. And suddenly, whiplash. You’re whizzed away at lightning speed. Your scream is too slow. When the blur of speed passing around, you stop… you smell something that stops your heartbeat from exploding out of your chest. Something that stops your body’s innate fight or flight response. Your other soulmate. The adrenaline cools in your veins. As you gain your bearings, you’re in some kind of warehouse or storage unit.
“It’s okay, love. Stark can’t hold you away from me anymore. My name is Wanda, and this is my brother Pietro.”
“H..Hi”, you say shakily. “I’m (Y/N), but I’m not sure what you mean by Tony holding me. I live there with my Alpha…well, one of them. You can meet her our little pack will be complete,” you say. The cold of the area starting to affect you.
“I’m sorry, sister, it seems she’s already been conditioned by shield,” Pietro says sadly.
That’s okay it’s not her fault. I’ll take away what they did to you, Y/N; you’re mine, and nothing will ever hurt you again,” Wanda whispers as she kneels down, placing a hand on each of your temples, taking away your memories of Natasha, and blocking off your mental connection.
You Belong With Us | Alpha!WandaNat x Omega!Reader
Pairing: Alpha!Wanda x Alpha!Natasha x Omega!Reader
Warnings: Little bit of Angst, mentions of abusive past, and lots of self-doubt and self-deprecation.
Word Count: 2.2k
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A/N: This has been sitting on the back burner for a little while, this is planned to be a series, but I wanted to see how much of a demand for ABO stuff there is first.
Despite being an Omega, you found yourself walking life’s roads without a mate. It’s not that you want to find the one true love you're destined to be with; you are afraid of Alphas and their aggressively impulsive behaviors. All because you were raised by a paranoid Omega mother and an absent Alpha father. Your mother was awfully paranoid of, well, everything. From having Alphas in the street take advantage of her anxiety to her husband coming back as an abusive drunk. All worries that never happened, but she did project a lot of her pains and sadness onto you and blamed you, quite frequently, for the sorry state she was in. Eventually, you left her behind to pursue a future.
Now, you thought, it is time for a nice cup of hot coffee…or tea, you still haven’t decided. You climb out of your grey-cloaked bed, put on warm clothes with some sneakers, and exit your bedroom. Walking down the carpeted hallway, you turn right into the living room to grab your house keys and phone, then leave the small little hovel you call home before realizing you forgot to take your suppressants - you are only going to the coffee shop and back, can’t be that bad, right?
You press the ground floor button and pull out your phone, which has a small crack on the left side of the screen. You open up a social media app and start mindlessly scrolling through the ‘For You Page.’
As the elevator descends to the ground floor, it stops abruptly at floor #4 to let someone in. No big deal, you thought. You scrolled onto another social media app to see what your favorite celebrities were doing nowadays. The door opens, and a 5’8 brunette pops in and sluggishly presses the ground floor button. You briefly look up before resuming your scrolling, paying her no mind until she lets out a dramatic sigh.
“Kate Bishop,” you mimicked Yelena’s voice.
“Mornin’,” Kate groaned, yawning while putting her scraggly hair into a sloppy bun, “You headin’ downtown for some coffee too?”
“Yuh, *yawns*, need some asap - oh, maybe a donut or a muffin?” You put your phone away in your back pocket and look back up to Kate, who is shabbily dressed in Yelena’s wrinkly black Nirvana shirt and blue plaid pajama pants with grey and white running shoes; clearly, Kate did not give a single fuck about what she wore.
Besides, Kate seems to not have slept; in fact, she is physically drained. The distant stare at the monochrome elevator door, the dark bags underneath her eyes, and the faint smell of sweaty clothes attacked your nostrils.
“I…need…coffee, mmh, this sucks.” Kate pinches the bridge of her nose and then rubs her eyes.
“Had an intense workout…?” You raised a brow.
Kate flashes a tired grin and giggles, “You can say that.” With a lop-sided smile, Kate manages to suppress her giggly stupor, “Don’t think coffee’ll help with anything, could go for some water, though.”
“True that.” you rake your y/e/c hair behind your ear, “Probs won’t sit around too long - gotta refill my prescription.” you half-truthed to cover up your suppressant use.
Kate turns her head a few degrees, narrowing her eyes and crinkling her nose in doubt; you have never mentioned any prescription since she and Yelena have known you. Hell, Yelena has made comments about you possibly being a beta before. Kate sees right through your lie and pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing disappointedly.
“Okay,” she drawled as the elevator door opened; you two stepped out and exited through the lobby’s glass doors and made your way down the cracked sidewalk with the chilly wind blowing through your hair, “I know your ‘prescriptions’ are suppressants, Y/N, don’t gotta hide it from me.”
“Wh-what, how!?” you sputter, spit flying out your mouth.
Kate turns her head as you two approach the coffee shop’s doors, and your fellow Omega companion opens the door for you before smirking, “Because….” Kate chuckles, “We’re Omegas, Y/N, we Omegas kinda act alike - suppressants are kinda common among us; um, just a vanilla mocha and an ice water for us.” she flashes an awkward smile to the cashier before she whips out her card.
“I’ll meet you in our usual spot.” You turn on your heel and walk towards the back of the cafe.
The coffee shop is laid out with typical indoor dining chairs and tables were strewn about; the tables are brown, with the chairs having green cushions on top of the hard white metal chairs. Warm wooden walls decorated with fake ivy and paintings of steaming hot coffee. Now past the counter, in the main lobby, the interior has a rustic green and brown look. There is a leaf green plush couch to your left directly across from two chairs of the same make, same-colored plush, and they had similar carvings as the couch. A multilayered coffee table was between the sofa and the chairs, with drawers filled with extra books and beaten-up board games crammed into the bottom.
Your usual spot was down a weathered, narrow corridor to the left at the end of the hall. Entering the backroom, you realize how hollow the halls are: you can hear the shallow clinking of your sneakers bouncing off the walls.
You sink into the sofa, waiting for Kate, and your mind begins to wander and wonder about the day ahead - what would you be doing today other than going to the pharmacy and grabbing your prescription? Perhaps some doodling on your tablet, snuggling up in your favorite blanket, watching your favorite videos or TV shows, or maybe a comfort film? You have not received many commissions recently, and the bills are paid, so why not a day of relaxation? But with Kate knowing about your use of suppressants, she will likely follow you to the pharmacy and demand you go home with her and flush your prescription down the toilet. It’s an odd thought to have, but it is definitely in the realm of possibility Kate would do such a thing. So, probably not the best idea to travel to the pharmacy immediately after coffee.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to hang out with Kate afterward and then go to the pharmacy just to make sure Kate was off your tail.
As minutes flew by, you heard another pair of footsteps echoing off the walls; it must be Kate.
“One coffee for my fellow Omega and one water for me!” Kate chirps as she plops her bottom on the sofa next to you, “Soooo, wanna talk about your suppressant use or?”
“I don’t take 'em every day, Kate,” you sip your coffee, “Only when I go out in public, which is like never.”
Kate smiles, and relief washes over her - allowing herself to release the breath she had been holding; she’s glad you aren’t addicted to them. Despite not going out often, you pop a pill every few days to stave away your heat, just in case. You refuse to tell her that, but you have a mutual understanding that Kate did the same things you’re doing now.
“Can’t take them forever, Y/N - it’s gonna hurt you in the long run, especially when you find your mate.” Kate takes a swig of her water, nearly chugging all of it in one go.
“Hehe, what makes you think I’ll ever find my mates. Don’t wanna meet them right now, to be honest with you, Kate. I’m perfectly fine cruising through life without a mate.” you crossed your legs as you leaned against the armrest, resting your head on your hand, “I mean, why would I let an Alpha barge into my life, beat me into submission, and then leave me on the side of the road?”
“WOAH!” Kate half-yelled, her sudden and loud exclamation echoed down the hall, “Why would you say something like that? Not all Alphas are bad; just look at Yelena!”
You understood why Kate has an optimistic view of Alphas. Still, any positive perception of Alphas has tarnished all thanks to your parents, particularly your mother, who told you how your mate would reject you on the spot and go after another five minutes after.
“Kate…she’s one of the few good ones, I’ll admit it, but all my life, my mom….” you paused, looking away from Kate’s eyes to bashfully stare at the wall, “Said they would tear me apart and well, what I said earlier were one of the many other things she threw my way. Still, I read so many stories about other Omegas having an amazing life with their fated mates, but I honestly don’t believe my Alpha would love me or even bother having me in their life.” you explained with a frown.
Kate frowns and whines, “I remember you saying something about that. I understand why you think such things, Y/N. I know finding your mate won’t solve all your life’s problems-”
“I’m fine, Kate. I’m doing great without them now, aren’t I?” you interjected, “My art is selling well, and I’m living comfortably; I also have some friends to boot. Kate, I’m fucking scared of finding my mate - scared they’ll hurt me like the Omegas you see on the news. Tired of always being so afraid to exit my apartment.”
Kate nods in understanding while placing a reassuring hand on your knee, “I know how you feel; I was just like you, sort of.” the archer pauses for a moment to consider an idea, “Hmm, well…maybe the best way to conquer this fear is to…hang out - one on one - with Yelena.”
“Really?” you shifted in your seat; Kate’s suggestion made you nervous; if it weren’t more obvious, you were now looking away from her piercing blue eyes and outside the windows.
The scraggly brunette grabs your chin and turns your head back to face her, “Yes.” she spoke with firm confirmation, her eyebrows were raised and her lips pursed as she nodded, “Yelena is a great example of a good Alpha, sure she has some flaws and lapses of judgment but some time alone with her might do you some good, maybe?”
Perhaps so. It could definitely be beneficial for you in the long run; being around a trusted Alpha can improve mental health to a degree, build up some confidence in the unmated, or, should an Omega drop, be a source of comfort and a safe space. You haven’t dropped for a while, maybe three months ago, and you were alone in your bedroom. What could go wrong with some time with your friend?
You aren’t sure what this would theoretically do for you - possibly understanding the mind or personality of the Alpha? One part of you really wants to believe that Alphas are gentle, caring protectors, but the other says they will hurt you and use your body as their personal plaything, only to be left in the streets when they have their way with you.
Mulling it over in silence for a moment, fidgeting with your hair, twirling a strand anxiously, and paying no mind to your coffee or Kate’s expectant glare. Your bite your bottom lip and then take a deep breath before hesitantly answering, “Ye-yeah, I suppose I could try…. What if-”
“Ah, ah!” Kate stopped you from going on an overthinking tirade by reflexively placing the tip of her right thumb between both your lips, catching you completely off-guard, “No what ifs or buts, Y/N. You will find your Alpha mate, and I promise: they won’t leave you or hurt you.” she removes her thumb from your mouth and smiles warmly.
You offer a sheepish smile in return, “Mhm.”
“Sooo, how does noon sound?”
You and Kate discuss what you and Yelena might be doing for the hour or so that you’re there. It’s decided you and Yelena will have a quiet day on the couch, watching movies and ordering a large pizza to enjoy.
“Do you really think this would work?” you asked, sipping on your coffee before speaking again, “Cause, I really don’t want to waste Yelena’s time by-”
“It won’t fix your problems. However, it could help you…not run away from your potential partner at the first sight of them.” Kate interrupts, “Another thing.”
“Hmm?’
“You won’t be there long - Lena’s sister and her other Alpha friend, I think, are in town and are about to visit,” Kate warns light-heartedly only because Lena’s sister has said she is unmated to any Omega yet and so is her friend.
“Oh. Isn’t her sister one of the Avengers? I’d love to meet an Avenger!” You flashed a bright smile Kate’s way and shook with excitement.
Kate winces and inhales through her mouth, “Not a good idea right now.”
“Why? Is the Black Widow not in the mood for other visitors?” you joked, unprepared for what Kate had to say next.
“No, it’s much more than that…Natasha is unmated, and so is her friend, Wanda.”
Fun fact: I used scraps from my previous ABO fics to help make this one.
The golden rays of sunshine shine through the living room windows as you lay there with your newly found Alphas who were subconsciously protecting you. Overnight, Wanda’s hold remained firm and comforting, relieving you of any stress you had a few hours ago. Nat awoke to the soft sound of you snoring silently, earning a small chuckle from the smaller Alpha. She smiled in approval at the adorable sight: Wanda held you close while you relied on Nat for pillowy comfort. Nat dared not to move an inch; she could not fathom waking her cute, sleeping Omega from her well-deserved slumber. You were a deep sleeper; apparently, the bright morning star failed to awake you; your alarm clock’s intense blaring always shot you out of bed.
It is 9:00 in the morning, a perfect time for a coffee shop visit like the one you suggested last night in your frenzy. Nat wasn’t entirely sure whether or not you meant it - perhaps it was a way for you to dismiss them and hide, yet it showed her the coffee shop came first into your mind as a place of comfort and nostalgia. Maybe if she and Wanda took you there and conversed with you, you would learn more about them and be more willing to stay partnered with the two Russians.
Wanda awakens from her slumber, wriggling around and getting her arms free when she realizes where she is and what, or who, her arms are under. When her locked hold breaks, you immediately and subconsciously whine and whimper, toss and turn, mourning the sudden tragic loss of warmth you’ve come to enjoy. Wanda’s heart pangs in pain, and she attempts to correct her mistake, but your rapid spins deter all invaders. The quick rush of adrenaline ends abruptly, and you’re face down in Nat’s lap…enjoying the lush squishiness of her gloriously muscular thighs.
“Mmm….” you moaned into her thighs. Your hot breath sent shivers through her body, and Natasha sharply gasped, clearly liking what you were doing.
“O-oh my, fuck….” Natasha let out a low, aroused growl, “Calm yourself, Natasha…I cannot, Y/N, please….” she lets out a slightly louder one.
Wanda grins at seeing the Alpha become flustered and sweaty, “Natasha…easy, don’t want to scare off our ‘mega.”
From deep within Natasha’s thighs, you loudly said, “No, no, you’re cool!” you wretch yourself from her glorious thighs, “I knew you’d react like that, babe.” you pecked her lips before rolling off the couch, and stretching in the process. Before you traveled to your room, you stopped and turned to your Alphas, who were looking their best not to stare directly down at your ass as you walked, “I know I said it while I was scared shitless, but are you two down to…have a date at the coffee shop?” You scratched your head nervously, “There’s a room in the back the owner allows me to sit in for doing my art…maybe we could hang out back there?”
“That sounds wonderful!” Wanda agreed, “Are you wanting to leave now or…do you wanna change?”
You looked down at your night clothes and decided, “I’ll be fine…I could use a jacket; I’m a little cold.”
Wanda quickly takes off her dark red hoodie and runs over, grinning ear to ear, “Here, you can take mine!” Wanda was bouncing like a child on Christmas day.
Your eyes flicker down to the crimson hoodie and see how much Wanda has loved this hoodie. There are a few stains near the cuffs - more likely coffee or tea, signs of weathering on the logo, and it’s still warm. You hesitantly accept Wanda’s gift and put it on; to your surprise, it’s the best thing you have ever worn. A gracious gift, one filled with love and smelled of cinnamon that blessed your nose with every passing second. Happiness erupted from your soul, and your senses tingled as you wrapped Wanda in a tight hug, squealing with joy into her shoulder. Wanda purrs with pride as she holds you close, inhaling your oddly fruity, citrusy(?) scent.
“My Alpha….” you mumbled into her shoulder, praising her comfort.
Natasha joins the fray and embraces you both, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then to Wanda’s, “Both of you are so beautiful! So lucky to have you!”
You broke the embrace and then held their hands, guiding them to the door, “Love you two already; let’s get some coffee - there are some good deals if you buy a muffin!”
Nat’s grip tightens; you gaze into her tender chartreuse eyes as she lets out a content huff, smirking as she looks you over, “Show us the way, ‘mega?” she asked.
“Of course! It’s my treat!” you declared, grabbing your purse off the rack before leaving.
“Nooo, detka. Let us pay for it…we want to treat our Omega,” Wanda rebutted.
“I’m the one that suggested the date, please? You kept me warm and safe while I slept…let me repay you,” you pleaded your case.
“Okay….” Wanda sighed in defeat, “You win.”
“Thank you, thank you!” you smooched Wanda’s cheek. You decided to go further with it and trail kisses up her jaw and then down her neck, right where she was sensitive. Wanda’s breath hitched as you kept kissing as you approached the black 2022 Corvette out in the gravel stone driveway.
“Woah,” you said.
“Door’s unlocked, baby girl; hop in!” Nat said as she released your hand; Wanda doesn’t release her hold until she gets to the back door, opening it for you. You get in the middle seat, and Wanda sits next to you while Nat starts the car.
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The cafe was secluded between a deli and a drug store; out of all the stores in the area, this little cafe was a slice of heaven. Warm wooden walls decorated with fake ivy and paintings of steaming hot coffee. On your left was a lobby with a leaf green plush couch directly across from two chairs of the same make, same-colored plush, and they had similar carvings as the couch. A multilayered coffee table was between the sofa and the chairs with drawers filled with extra books and beaten-up board games crammed into the bottom. This lobby was right against the wall, where bookshelves were filled with worn books. Directly past the cozy lobby and some tables and chairs on the opposite wall, the counter contained many delicious and sweet pastries. No one seemed to be around except Agatha, a psychic who works down the street, and the barista, who had to be here.
“Hi, how can I help you today, Y/N?” the barista asked as you three approached the polished oak counter.
“Just my usual, with a muffin,” you replied.
Nat and Wanda ordered their drinks, and before you could pay for it before your card could be inserted, Natasha grabbed your wrist, locking your hand in place. A sudden jolt of fear shot through your veins as you dared look into Nat’s piercing gaze that spoke hundreds of words without any sound coming from her throat. Nat smirks, seeing you stunned and red in the face; the intensity of her victorious smile made your core go haywire with heat. You relented and let the greater Alpha pay for your order.
You leaned into her ear, “I’m gonna get you back for that.”
“No, you won't,” Nat said, “What would you do, hmm?”
You and your party walked away from the register to speak privately, “Nothing….” you wimped out.
“I knew you’d say that….” Nat leaned in, her breath hot and heavy against your ear, “You are so submissive; you would never disobey an order from me, would you?”
“Maybe,” you teased.
“Mmm, playing hard-to-get, are we? We’ll see how long you last…you’ll be on your knees begging for more when I’m done with you, printsessa.” Natasha winked, nudging your shoulder while Wanda chuckled at your furious blushing.
“Already, Nat? Might wanna slow down…can’t let you have all the fun, can we?” Wanda chuckled.
The cashier comes out with your order, announcing your name to get Natasha’s attention. You all had large drinks and a pastry in hand, now ready to enter the backroom down the hall. Wanda had ordered a caramel macchiato, and Nat ordered a black coffee. You were content with your go-to beverage and muffin. Entering the backroom, you realize how hollow the halls are: you can hear the clanking of boots bouncing off the walls. Any sudden noise could travel down to the lobby, depending on how quiet it is.
You sit on the small room’s sofa with your Alphas following suit. You set your items on the table, and you take a quick bite out of your muffin, slowly realizing how hungry you were. You couldn’t hold yourself back, and you devoured it in about a minute.
Wanda crosses her legs, watching you happily consume your breakfast as she takes a sip of her iced caramel macchiato. She is happy being here, sharing her time with you in a place that makes you feel safe. What’s more, you’re surprisingly comfortable with sharing your safe space with Wanda and Natasha. On the other hand, Natasha is typing away vigorously on her phone, shooting a quick text to Yelena before redirecting her attention to you, her precious Omega.
“How’s my ‘mega this morning?” Nat asked, then blew on her coffee to cool it down.
You readjusted yourself, fidgeting with the strings of Wanda’s hoodie, “Well, I met my mates last night…and they comforted me when I was feeling scared, so I’m pretty happy.”
“I’m glad. So glad to have found our ‘mega so soon…we were actually hoping to find you soon.” Natasha breathed a sigh of relief as if saying those words released a heavy burden.
“Lucky coincidence!”
“Yeah…lucky coincidence, if that’s what makes you not freak out,” Wanda whispered to herself, not catching the attention of anyone. Wanda then infiltrates Natasha’s open mind, “Keep her like this…Steve and Bucky are still moving everything out of her room.”
“Yeah!” Nat nodded twice, once for you and once more for Wanda, “Luckiest roll of the dice!”
“You’re telling me! I mean, I was so scared, and for what - two innocent Alphas, who have done nothing wrong!?” you laughed.
“To be fair…two Alphas in one room can be a bit overwhelming to Omegas, and your suppressants wore off,” Wanda answered.
“I guess your right…my head is a little fuzzy from last night.”
Wanda’s phone silently buzzes, and she reads the message sent to her from Bucky: Wanda, all ‘er stuff is out…do you want us to set up her room or?
She texts back: Set her furniture up just like how it was in her room, we’ll set up her computer and tablets when she’s there…we’ll be out for a while after our coffee date. Sooo, yeah, set up everything then: I want my Omega to feel at home when she comes over. Everything was coming up well for Wanda and Nat’s devious plan. All of your stuff was gone and moved to Wanda’s heavily secured home out in the middle of nowhere. What Wanda and Nat needed to do was simply bring you there willingly or by force; hopefully, they can convince you to move in with them before resorting to other means. For now, they still had a coffee date with you they wanted to lavish in for a while longer.
If you would like to help me with EDITING AND/OR BETA READING, feel free to DM me...if I get a beta reader, I might do more series.
Summary: You find out just how far you can push Wanda and Natasha, but will you be able to handle the consequence?
Warnings: 18+ minors dni, dark fic, smut, mommy kink, choking, slapping, degradation, praise, strap sex, spanking, gun play, public sex - ish, manipulation, umm think that's it
a/n: hey beautiful people, thank you all so much for being patient and kind. I know this was a long time coming, but I'm back from my hiatus and I hope you all like this chapter :)
Bite the hand that Feeds | Part 4
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The mansion didn't feel as cold anymore, but it was still far from feeling like home. Maybe that was more your doing than anything else, but in your defense, you never really knew what a home truly felt like. Even with Cara, you never let your guard down enough to have that. You could only blame yourself, and you can’t help but think if you had been honest with her from the start things would have been different.
“Don’t dwell on that, Wanda wouldn’t want you to.” you mumbled to yourself, clenching your fist as you took a shaky breath, “She’s just another ghost in your past now. Like all the others–”
“She left you. You never needed her.” You nodded, pinching the bridge of your nose as you chuckled dryly,
“Great, and now I'm talking to myself.”
You wiped your sluggish eyes and ran your hands through your messy locks as you continued to wander the halls. You felt miserable each step you took, subconsciously seeking out the brunette at every turn. You could feel the eyes of the portraits judging you as you passed them, their made up voices in your mind whispering how pathetic you are as you shuffled your heavy feet and aching legs.
You knew you looked as horrible as you felt, not for the lack of trying to make yourself look as presentable as possible. The bags under your eyes were a dead giveaway that you hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. Every time you closed your eyes his cold eyes stared back at you, keeping you awake until you passed out from exhaustion.
You couldn’t shake the image of his body drenched in blood, or the stench in the air as you hovered over him. The entire night all you wanted was Wanda. You wanted her arms wrapped around you like she had the nights before – you just wanted to feel safe again, if only for a moment so you could sleep. It was frustrating that it took such a toll on you, as if her absence alone took away a piece of you that only she could put back. Even so, you knew the truth. She kept the nightmares at bay.
“Well you just made my job easier.” You were snapped out of your thoughts as Bucky approached you from down the hall. “Come with me.”
“Where?”
“Look, I just do whatever the boss says and she told me to come get you.” He said, rolling his eyes when you made no move to follow him.
“Wanda.” You whispered, body tensing in anticipation as he grunted.
“Who else? You comin’ or not? She’s already pissed off as is.”
Your hands twitched and you wanted to cry in relief as you trailed after him, but your stomach began to churn when he came to a stop in front of familiar double doors that made your palms begin to dampen.
Images of Wren hanging from the ceiling, his throat gaping wide open, and all of the blood flashed in your mind all too quickly. You could still smell it, taste it, and you began to feel dizzy.
An overwhelming urge to turn back swelled within you not knowing if you could go through another torture session so soon, but then you remembered who was on the other side waiting for you.
“You’ll be ok, you’re ok, Wanda’s there, you’ll be ok.” You whispered, feeling your shoulders sag as Bucky turned to face you. Your fingers twitched wanting to open the doors yourself so you could get to her. It didn’t matter anymore what you would see or hear - you just needed her.
“Did you say something?”
“I- no- nothing.” You mumbled, cheeks beginning to blush as he raised his brow and took a step forward.
“No talking once you’re inside. I mean it, not a single word unless Wanda asks you a question directly. Got it?”
You nodded stiffly, anxiety swelling in your chest as he opened the doors and ushered you inside. You began to breathe a bit easier when there was no one chained to the ceiling, but the mood was tense and you could tell what Bucky said was an understatement. Wanda was more than pissed off, she was murderous, and you wondered briefly whose brains you would see splattered onto the walls today.
Her jaw was tense as her fingers twitched and began playing with her rings. Her eyes were firmly concentrated on the wooden table as she ran her other hand through her hair, her nostrils flaring as the men and women seated around her and Natasha talked amongst themselves. You could feel her frustration rolling off of her in waves as every muscle in her arm tensed when she began to clench and unclench her hand. You couldn’t see it, but you knew her leg was bouncing at a rapid pace as she tried to keep her composure.
“Alright look, we’ve been over this-
Your heart jumped inside your chest as the doors closed behind you, cutting off one of Wanda and Natasha’s men as all eyes turned to you.
You felt a rush of panic, but everything stilled when Wanda raised her head. A dark smile painted her lips as your eyes met. There was a subtle rage in them that sent a chill down your spine as they raked over you like many times before.
She was dangerous in moments like this. A powder keg ready to go off at any moment and you would be right in the center of it.
“What the hell is this? Who the hell is she?”
Wanda’s head whipped to a man whose glare could never match her own, and you wanted to cower for him knowing exactly what it was like being on the other side of that look.
“She is now the only reason my gun is still tucked inside my pants, and if you want it to remain that way, you will keep your fucking mouth shut when it comes to her.”
“Well forgive me if I’m a little concerned about someone we don’t know being in the room after what happened last night.”
“Oh come on, we all knew we couldn’t trust Quill.”
“Not completely anyways.”
You bit your lip seeing Natasha reach over to place a hand on Wanda’s knee as the woman breathed deeply through her nose when everyone around her continued to argue. She looked to the red head with pleading eyes, but she shook her head as Wanda clenched her jaw and looked away. You wondered how long Natasha has been trying to keep her at bay.
“That’s exactly my point, we couldn’t even trust one of our own.”
“He was never one of us.”
“Oh that’s bull-
“Enough!” Wanda snapped, “I know her. I trust her. Your concern is noted Clint, is that all?”
No one made a move to speak, but you could feel their uneasiness as Wanda sighed and leaned back in her chair.
“Come here, detka.”
You duck your head to avoid everyone's gaze as you walk over to her, passing by a smirking Natasha as Wanda’s hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you forward to sit on her lap.
Heat rose to your cheeks feeling all eyes on the both of you, but when you felt her tension melt away as you leaned back against her chest, the embarrassment you felt began to fade. Her hand met your thigh, soothing your aching muscles as the other wrapped possessively around your waist. You started to feel your exhaustion take a toll the more you relaxed into her arms. You needed this, and it was a strange feeling you couldn’t place knowing she needed this too.
“Where are we on the list?”
“Bulgaria.” Bucky sighed, “Burgas, Varna, and Dobrich are the last territories we need to decide on.”
“Why is this even on the list? It’s a no brainer.” Clint grunted.
“I don’t think we need it.” Carol shrugged.
Wanda’s hand clenched on your thigh at the sound of the blonde's voice. You had a feeling that she was closer to pulling out her favorite weapon than she made it seem and you could only guess just how many buttons that blonde had pushed before you entered the room.
“And why is that?” Natasha asked.
“I mean sure we would make a profit there, but how much is it worth considering the grand scheme of things. We should keep our operation further north.”
“And lose control over shipment in the black sea? Not to mention, if someone takes that territory after we expand we’ll have another organization too close for comfort.” Wanda deadpanned.
“Yeah, but that shouldn't be an issue with the resources we have now.”
“Are you that fu-
Natahsha cleared her throat, cutting Wanda off as the brunette's voice began to raise. You felt her take a deep breath behind you, but it did nothing to ease the tension in her body as she released a shaky breath.
“I understand what you’re getting at.” She began, clearing her throat before she continued through gritted teeth and you could tell she would have rather chewed glass than be accommodating to the blonde’s feelings. “But it’s too much of a risk.”
“We can’t continue to play it safe either.”
“We know that, but making risky decisions that could negatively impact us in the future isn’t the way to go.” Natasha cut in.
“Sounds like you already made a decision, so why even have this meeting?”
You bit your tongue to hold in a gasp as Wanda dug her nails into your side. You released a shaky breath as you shifted, only for her to dig them in further. You knew it was a warning to stay still so you did, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth to stop a whimper from escaping as she soothed the imprints with her thumb.
You grabbed onto Wanda’s hand, rubbing the back of it before you began to play with her fingers. Her breath hit the nape of your neck as she sighed and once again let her tension melt away.
“This isn't a dictatorship, your opinion matters.” Natasha sighed, leaning back in her chair as Carol scoffed.
“I think we should take them.” You swiveled your head to the woman sitting across from the irate blonde, her British accent thick as she twirled her pen between her fingers, “I hear what you’re saying, Car, but honestly it just doesn’t make sense to let go of something that has that much potential. I know your worried about us spreading ourselves too thin but-
“Yeah, Val, I am.”
You settle into Wanda as the other voices in the room chime in around you. You get lost in the pattern she traces on your hip until she shifts her hand from underneath yours. Your heart begins to race as she pulls on the waistband of your shorts, dipping her fingers inside as you tense on her lap.
“Relax, detka.” She whispered, kissing the nape of your neck as she tightens her hold around your waist.
You look around the room, everyone too occupied in their conversation to notice your mind spinning as Wanda’s hand dips further inside. You can feel her softly chuckle behind you when she feels the heat radiating from between your legs and you curse the woman once more for not allowing you to wear underwear when her fingers graze your clit.
“So wet for me already, milaya.” She whispers, taunting you as she pinches it between her fingers. You squirm before she digs into your side, making you settle once more as she kisses you on your nape.
The voices raise around you and Wanda sighs, rubbing your clit firmly with her thumb as she leans further into your back, “You’re being such a good girl for me, just relax ok?”
You bite your bottom lip as she spreads your wetness, all the tension melting from her body as she caresses your hip, “That’s it baby. Just sit still and let mommy play with you.”
You sucked in a breath wanting to whimper at her voice alone as she leans you both back to lazily stroke your clit however she wants. She lets Natasha carry the conversation, only chiming in every once in a while as the heat between your legs starts to become unbearable.
You don’t understand a word that’s being said, and you don’t know how much time has passed, but you were throbbing and aching to be filled. She was toying with you, dipping her fingers lower to circle your hole without the promise of ever giving you what you want. Trying to stay quiet was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.
You knew she was smirking behind you, feeling your hole clench around nothing every single time she pressed her fingers against it was torture and you knew she was loving every second. You wanted to grab her wrist and force her fingers inside you, but you knew there would be a consequence.
You almost caved when you felt her nod her head along to what was being said, humming in response as she slowly dips her fingers inside. You wanted to cry out in relief, finally feeling her stretch out your pussy the way you wanted, but as quick as they were there, they were gone as she pulled out to play more with your aching clit. You grabbed her hand, trying to hold your composure when all you wanted was to hump into it and beg her to fuck you.
“This conversation is becoming redundant.” Wanda drawled, pinching your hand away warning you to behave.
“I agree. It’s simple. We either merge with Belova, recruit more bodies, or we cut ties with one of our local territories before we expand. No other choice.”
“There’s always a choice.” Val said, rubbing her temples as Clint began to roll his eyes. “What would you decide then, Clint?”
“That would be too many bodies to recruit, I say we just merge with Belova and call it a day.”
“I don’t remember it being hard to recruit you, Clint.” Wanda chimed in, “I remember showing you how much money you could make to change that pathetic little life you set up for your wife and kids and you couldn’t sign up fast enough.” She said, pushing two fingers into your pussy without warning as she leaned forward, “Or was it because you’ve always wanted to fuck my wife?”
You scraped your nails against the chair, biting down on your lip as she curled them. The redhead chuckled beside you as Clint clenched his jaw, knowing her wife would never let that one go.
“We’re getting off topic.” Natasha said, leaning back to cross her leg over her thigh as Clint looked away sucking his teeth.
“We’ve been off topic for hours.” Wanda mumbled.
You tensed as she began slowly pumping her fingers, stretching you out before she added another. You began to raise your hand desperately needing to hold in a moan, but before you could, Wanda grabbed your wrist pinning it to your side as she fucked her fingers deeper inside you.
“Be a good girl and stay still,” she whispered, biting her own lip as your wetness leaked onto her palm. “Always so wet. You always feel so damn good.”
You felt her clench her thighs underneath you and heard her grunt before she thrusted hard inside you, pushing her fingers in as deep as she could go before taking a deep breath and slowing her pace.
Your lips were going to split from how hard you were biting them. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold out without making a sound, and you were desperate. You didn’t how many people were in the room, you just needed to cum.
“Is Yelena really the better option?” Someone called out. “I mean we’re all thinking it.”
Natasha nodded, tilting her head as she looked him in the eye, “Enlighten me Thor, Why wouldn’t she be?”
“I’ve heard stories.” He said, shrugging.
“What kind of stories?”
“Just that her methods cause more problems than they do solutions.”
Natasha sighed as everyone began to speak amongst themselves. “Yelena is family. Yes, her methods are more like our mothers, and to be honest I don’t agree with most of them, but we need her and we need her people.”
“I just think that maybe we should hold off on expanding.” He said.
“And why is that?” Wanda asked, pumping her fingers steadily as she waited for his answer. You lowered your hand to her thigh, gripping them tight as you ducked your head to stifle a whimper.
“I just don’t want us to bite off more than we can chew.” He said, folding his hands against the table, “This family, it means a lot to me, you know that. I’ve already lost one, I don’t want to lose another.”
Wanda stilled her fingers, making you sigh against her in relief and frustration as she left them inside and continued to stroke your clit, “Neither do I, but if we don’t grow that becomes more of a possibility everyday. Look, I get that this transition is uncomfortable. Our alliance with the Belova’s has always been thin at best, but that was at the wish of their parents. Not Natasha and Yelena.”
“Now that my mother has stepped down, we think now is the time to put our resources together. There will be an adjustment period, but it’s for the best.” Natasha said.
“And if it’s not?” Carol asked, “If the rumors are true and her methods don’t blend with ours.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” She said, “I’ll keep an eye on her. She’s my little sister, but this family means a lot to me. You’re all I’ve had ever since Alexie was murdered, I’ve never taken that lightly.”
“So we keep all of our current territories, expand, integrate with Yelena and recruit more bodies when needed.” Valkyrie stated, nodding her head as she processed the information. “And Strucker, that’s going down tonight?”
“Yes.” Wanda said, rubbing your hips as you tensed.
“Wha-
Your mouth clamped shut as she digs her nails in stopping the word that began to fall from your lips. No one else noticed, but the woman behind you wasn’t happy and you knew it. You sucked in a breath as she slowly pulled out before adding a fourth finger, and you were helpless to stop her as the sting radiated and pulsed through your throbbing core.
Without realizing it, you reached out to Natasha, grabbing onto her arm as you breathed deeply through your nose. It was too much and not enough all at once and she knew is as slowly fucked them in and out.
“If anyone wants to bow out you can, there won’t be any repercussions.” Wanda said, and you noticed a few of their shoulders drop as Natasha leaned forward in her seat.
She grabbed a hold of your hand, rubbing the back of it with soothing circles knowing exactly what her wife was doing to you beneath the table. It calmed you as much as it made matters worse, her touch combined with Wanda’s making the pit of your stomach twist as you fought every cell in your body not to move or make a sound.
“We leave tonight, if you aren’t at the gate we’ll take that as your answer. You all can go now.” Wanda waved her hand, sinking into the chair as they all stood and left, closing the door behind them.
You whimpered as her lips grazed your neck before biting down. Her pace suddenly quickened as her tongue came out to lick your sensitive skin. You threw your head back against her shoulder, finally able to buck your hips as your lips parted with a breathless moan.
“What did Bucky tell you before you walked through the door, hmm?” She asked, grabbing your throat as her fingers pumped hard to the hilt of her knuckles.
“Not-not to make a sound.”
“So what the fuck was that?” She growled.
“M’sorry - I - I was-.” You whimpered as her grip tightened around your throat, cutting off your air waves as she rubbed your clit in harsh circles.
“She’s worried, Wands.” Natasha cooed.
“Is that why you almost disobeyed me?” She husked, “You’re worried about me?”
You sobbed as she curled her fingers with every hard thrust, the slosh of your pussy letting you know how much of a mess you were making and you hadn’t even cum yet. You were so full of her fingers you couldn't think, couldn’t breathe as dark spots began to cloud your vision.
“Answer me.” she hissed, pressing down hard on your clit.
“Yes.” You choke out, her grip lessening as your walls clenched around her fingers painfully.
“That’s cute.” She chuckled, lowering her hand to cup your breast as she rubbed her fingers against the spot that completely shut off your thoughts. You cried out, your hips stuttering as your lower belly burned the more you tried to hold it in.
“Gonna cum, please.”
“Awe you want to cum for me baby girl?”
“Mommy.” You moaned, grabbing on to any part of her that you could as she smirked, “please.”
“Should I let her, Nat?” She asked, turning her head to her wife whose eyes were locked on your body as Wanda fucked you without remorse. “Do you think she deserves it?”
“Please, Nat.” You moaned, your clit twitching as Natasha groaned, leaning back in her chair as she clenched her thighs. “Please, please.”
Wanda grabbed your leg, spreading you wide enough for Natasha to get a peak of your filled cunt as she fucked her fingers deeper inside you. Her eyes lowered between your legs as she shifted in her chair.
“She’s so wet.” She groaned, her eyes on you alone made your walls clench around Wanda’s fingers. “Fuck, you would take her entire fist if she wanted. Wouldn’t you, myshka?”
Wanda groaned as you nodded and whimpered. Your walls choking her fingers as she fucked you harder. You were a mess against her, pleading to Natasha with your eyes.
“Use your words.” She husked.
“Fuck, Nat please.”
“Ask her properly.” Wanda demanded, pinching your clit as tears leaked from your eyes.
“Please, Nat, can I cum? Please.”
“Blyat” She whispered, licking her lips as your eyes met, “let her cum, baby.”
“Go ahead detka, be a good little whore for us and cum.” Wanda, husked, “Cum on mommy’s fingers.”
Your eyes slammed shut as waves of pleasure wracked through your body, Wanda whispering in your ear as she bit and sucked the skin of your neck. You whimpered as she stilled your hips, the waves beginning to calm as she chuckled behind you.
“What do you say when someone lets you cum, hmm?” She asked, taking your ear between her teeth as she slowly rubbed your clit.
“Thank you, Natasha. Thank you, Mommy.” You whimpered.
“Turn around.” She said, pulling out her fingers as she shifted you forward onto her lap.
You stood on shaky legs, straddling her waist as she grabbed your jaw firmly in her hands. “You never speak at this table until you earn your place. Your opinion means nothing until that happens. Understand?”
“I understand.” You said, guilt pooling in your stomach that you almost disobeyed her. “I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, malyshka.” You sighed as she kissed you softly, melting into it when she suddenly bit down harshly on your lip.
When she pulled away you were dazed, faintly hearing Natasha’s boots on the hardwood as she walked up to you and Wanda. You tucked your head into Wanda’s neck, feeling shy all of a sudden as Natasha leaned against the chair.
“I’m going to go help Bucky get everything ready for tonight.” She said, cupping Wanda’s cheek as the brunette smiled up at her, “I’m proud of you for keeping little Lucy tucked away.”
“Thank you baby, and she’s not little.” Wanda pouted, taking out her gun to stroke the barrel softly, “Aren’t you girl.”
You chuckled quietly before she pinched your side making you squeal.
“Watch it.” She glared playfully, raising the gun to your lips.
Your breath caught in your throat as she pulled your bottom lip down with the barrel. Her chest rose and fell as she trailed it down your chest, stopping at your covered clit before pressing it into you. You moaned, bucking your hips as her lips twisted into a feral smirk.
“It’s not little is it? Or do I have to shove it in your pussy for you to know the difference?”
“Fucking hell, Wands.” Natasha moaned, digging her nails into the chair as you grabbed onto her shoulder and rolled your hips harder against it.
“Our dumb little baby just wants to be filled.” Wanda cooed, watching you rut against her gun mindlessly, “You don’t care how I do it do you? You just want mommy to fuck you.”
You blushed that what she said was true, you would let her shove her gun up your pussy without a second thought. You’d let her do anything she wanted to you.
“Embarrassed baby?” She grinned, suddenly putting it on the table to replace it with her hand. “Still holding back I see. What do I have to do to fix that, hmm?”
You gasped as she thrust her fingers inside you without warning. “Mommy, fuck.” You moaned, grabbing the back of her neck as she leaned in.
“Detka,” Natasha cut in, “You don’t have enough time.”
Wanda groaned pulling out, nodding her head as Natasha chuckled. “I know, I know.”
You breathed deeply against her as Natasha met your gaze, grabbing the hand that was just inside you and raising it to her lips. Your mouth grew dry as she sucked Wanda’s fingers between her lips, moaning deep in her throat before letting them go with a pop.
“Fucking hell.” You whispered, subtly grinding into Wanda’s lap as she smirked.
“Yesli vy perestanete byt’ takim upryamym, vy mozhete poluchit’ yego iz istochnika.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, choosing not to respond and instead kissed her wife’s palm before letting it go, “Keep your word about tonight.” She said, giving her a pointed look.
“I will. If someone doesn’t show up I won’t hold it against them.”
“Good girl.” She smirked.
“I’ll be there soon, lyubov.” Wanda smiled lightly as the redhead leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips before walking to the double doors, “Bye, myshka.”
You swallowed thickly as the door closed, Wanda’s knowing gaze made your heart flip as she wrapped her arms around you.
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” She said, tilting your chin up before cupping your jaw, “I can see why she calls you her little mouse.”
You tried to duck away as she chuckled, your cheeks tinted pink as she kissed your lips, but then you remembered what Val said and why you were almost punished to begin with.
“You’re gonna kill him tonight aren't you. That Strucker guy?” You whispered.
“That’s the plan, along with his entire crew,” She said, rolling her eyes as yours widened in shock, “Stop looking so worried. It’s not the first time we’ve ever cleaned house before.”
“I just - I don’t want you to get hurt like last time.” You said, looking away, “Or worse.”
All the emotions you felt towards her were beyond confusing at best. You just knew that the thought of her dying wasn’t something that didn't please you at all.
“I’ll be ok, krasivaya. Do you really think Nat would let anything happen to me?”
“No, she wouldn't, but I’m - I’m worried about her too.” You mumbled.
“What can I say to ease your mind?” She sighed.
“You can say you’re staying, that you’ll let your people take care of it.”
“What kind of leader would we be if we did that,” She said, shaking her head, “I get that this is scary for you, but this is our life. It’s always been this way.”
“That’s-
“It’s the only way I know. I’ve known from a very young age that the world I was born into has a very short life expectancy.” She swallowed thickly and you knew she was thinking of her family. You scraped your nails against the nape of her neck, bringing her back to you as you playfully sighed.
“Well, you can’t die. If you do, then who will take care of me?”
She chuckled as you grinned, pulling you into a kiss as she smirked against your lips.
You paced back and forth in your room staring at the clock as it ticked past the new hour. Wanda told you they would be back before you knew it, but that was six hours ago – seven, and you were starting to unravel. You didn’t know how long it should take to “clean house”as Wanda put it, but you had a strong feeling in your gut that something went wrong.
You left your room no longer being able to look at the clock and slammed the door in frustration before you paced down the stairs and towards the main hall.
“Woah, where’s the fire?” Sif asked, grabbing on to your arm pulling you to the side. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” You denied as she looked at you knowingly.
“They’ll be alright, Y/n.”
“You don’t know that. They left hours ago and-
“Hey, breathe.” She said, grabbing your shoulders. You took a deep breath as she tucked your hair behind your ear and cupped your cheek. “Are you worried about what will happen to you if they aren’t?”
“I don’t, I-.” You sighed as her brows furrowed.
You had nothing left to go back to. You would be alone, and you didn’t know if you could go through that again. Wanda said she would come back in one piece. She wouldn’t leave you alone.
“Hey, hey it’s ok. Wanda never breaks her word.”
“Wh- did I say that aloud?”
“Yeah, you did silly girl.” She chuckled, stroking your cheek, “Y/n, they’re fine, I promise you and if something does happen to them, you’ll have me, ok.”
You jumped as the front doors slammed wide open and rushed voices flooded the halls. Sif stepped away from you giving Bucky and Thor room to carry an injured Clint through the hall. Your eyes widened as blood seeped from his leg and shoulder as he grunted in pain.
You craned your neck trying to catch a glimpse of Wanda and Natasha as more injured bodies rushed past you. Your stomach twisted in knots picturing one of them in the same state.
You knew logically if they were hurt they would be the first people rushed to the doc, but the rational part of your brain wasn’t working. You brushed past Sif as she called out your name, but you kept walking, only stopping when you see a body bag being carried by Val and a few of their men.
“Kak tvoya ruka, detka?”
Your heart flipped hearing Wanda’s voice, Natasha’s following behind as they came into view. When your eyes met, you gave her a once over quickly realizing the blood on Wanda’s body wasn’t her own. Her smile was wide as she took a step toward you, but your worry swiftly turned to burning anger making you turn away and run to your room before her foot even touched the ground.
You slammed your door shut and walked out to your balcony gripping the marble rail tight in your hands. You were sick of your emotions constantly spiraling out of your control. You wanted to run into her arms when you saw her. Every nerve in your body relaxed once her green eyes met yours, but you were upset you felt that way in the first place.
You didn’t know when you became so dependent on her. Her entire existence was all you had left and it was all her fault. You wanted to kiss her and slap her at the same time and it was maddening.
“Detka.”
You folded your arms across your chest, continuing to stare out into the garden as she approached you from behind.
“Not really the warm welcome I was expecting.”
You scoffed as she wrapped her arms around you from behind, unfurling your clenched hands as she embraced you.
“I came back in one piece like I promised. I thought you’d be happy about that.” she said, kissing your neck as you sighed.
“I am.”
“So what’s wrong, why did you walk away from me?”
You turn around in her arms, her wide eyes slowly disarming you as you grit your teeth.
“I can’t make sense of anything anymore. My emotions are all over the place.”
She nodded, licking her bottom lip as she grabbed your face in her hands. “What did you first feel when you saw me walk through the door before your pretty little head got all messy?”
“I was happy that you were ok, that you were back.” you whispered.
“So why does anything else matter, hmm? That should be the only thought that matters. Let everything else go, ok?”
You nod as she caresses your cheek. All your frustration began to melt away, as she kissed the corner of your mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m just exhausted.”
“Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” You asked, following her lead as she opened your door and led you through the halls.
“We’re going to my room so you can rest.”
You suddenly freeze, making her turn around impatiently as you duck your head.
“But, Natasha-”
“What about her?”
“She can barely stand to be around me, I doubt she’d want me there.”
“If only you knew how wrong you were about that.” She grinned, “Listen to me. You have nothing to worry about, she won’t mind. Now come.”
You never thought you’d step through these doors. It seemed sacred almost. You tried to look away as the redhead stood from the couch, her toned legs on display as she made her way over to you.
“Is she alright?” Natasha asked.
“It’s been a long day for our girl, that’s all.”
“You look exhausted, myshka.” She said, cupping your jaw as she took in the bags under your eyes.
“She hasn’t been sleeping.”
“You can sleep here,” She shrugged as your lips parted in shock, “but you might want to change.” She said, pointing down to the drops of blood that were smeared on your shirt from Wanda holding you.
“Or, you can wear nothing at all.” Wanda smirked, wrapping her arms around you from behind.
“She needs to sleep Wands.” Natasha chuckled, tearing off her shirt as Wanda began lifting yours and tossing it to the side.
“I know that, but you’d be much more comfortable like this wouldn’t you?” She coaxed, pushing your shorts down your legs exposing you fully to them both. “Get on the bed, malysh.”
You sighed as she kissed your neck, pushing you forward as Natasha disappeared behind the bathroom door.
“Go to sleep, detka, we won’t be long.”
“I can’t.” You said meekly, wanting to hide under the covers as she tilted her head.
“And why is that?”
“I- I won’t be able to sleep without-” You paused, covering your face as your cheeks dusted pink with embarrassment. You were going to ask her to forget it but her hands pried yours off of your face before you could.
“Go ahead, finish the sentence, detka.”
You swallowed thickly as she traced your bottom lip, her movements so gentle as she stared down at you.
“I can’t sleep without you.” You confessed, her sharp teeth on display as she held you tighter in her hands.
“Awe, my baby girl can’t sleep without mommy?”
“No,” You blushed. “If I do, I’ll have nightmares and I can’t - I don’t want-
She cut you off with a kiss, her lips caressing yours as she moaned in your mouth. You grabbed the back of her neck as she deepend it, pulling away slowly as you chased after her.
“I’ll be quick, milaya.”
You nodded as she left, leaving you alone in their king sized bed that you were starting to wish was also your own.
You were surprised by how home-y the room felt compared to the mansion. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you liked it a lot more compared to your own. There were photos of Wanda and Natasha on the nightstand. One of the day they got married, both of them so breathtakingly beautiful you started to feel like an intruder.
You turned away needing something to distract you when you caught a glimpse of another photo. One of Wanda and who you could only assume is her twin brother. You felt a heaviness in your heart seeing the smiles on their faces, so young and carefree not knowing just how soon it would all be over.
“That’s Pietro.” Wanda said, emerging from the bathroom in nothing but a robe as she climbed into the bed next to you.
“He’s handsome.” You smiled, briefly looking back at the photo as she smirked.
“He would have liked you.” She hummed, “He would have tried to take you away from me I’m sure, and we would have fought, only for me to win in the end and have you tied to my bed where you belong.”
You chuckled as she grinned, “What makes you so sure?” You teased.
“Oh, I don’t know.” She said, taking off her robe before laying on her side. Your lips parted as your body grew warm. You’d never get used to seeing her body, it should be a sin to be that effortlessly beautiful. “Maybe it’s because you look at me like that, milaya.”
You blushed looking to the wall behind her. She was always so smug and you annoyingly thought it was hot.
“Where’s Natasha?” You asked, changing the subject as her hand reached out to rub your side.
“She has to patch up a few wounds, but nothing major.” She said, working her hand up your body to land on your cheek.
Your eyes fluttered as she stroked your face. She could be so gentle when she was like this. It was as if she always knew what you needed. It was jarring, but comforting. You sighed as you inhaled her scent, even still as she showered the faint hint of gunpowder still remained as if it was permanently etched into her skin.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You.” You replied, too tired to try and come up with a lie.
“What about me?”
“I don’t know. You seem to be all I think about when I’m not dreaming.”
“Good.” She smiled, her smug look returning as you rolled your eyes, “What are the nightmares of, krasivaya?”
You chewed your bottom lip as she slowly moved her hand down to caress your collarbone, “I see him, what happened that night. What I- what I did to him.”
“I told you I'd make it go away, but you have to trust me, ok.”
“Ok.” You whispered.
“Close your eyes.”
Your eyes fluttered shut as the heaviness weighed down on you. Your chest ached from exhaustion and the second you feel yourself slipping you try to fight it. Before you could open your eyes, her lips met yours. Her soft skin caressing you as she leaned into your side.
“I want you to say it out loud. What you did.”
“Wanda-
“You need to embrace who you are.” She said, kissing the corner of your mouth as you exhaled a shaky breath. “The more you deny, the more power you give it.”
“I-
“You killed him.” She said, her lips caressing yours as she gripped your side. “Say it.”
“I killed - fuck.”
“Say it.” She trapped your bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it harshly before letting it go with a pop. “be a good girl and say what you did.”
“I killed him.” You whisper.
“Again.” She demanded, running her hand up to your breast as you choked on air. Your chest was tight as you repeat the words.
“I killed him.”
“Don’t stop.” She mumbled, cupping your breast in her hands. You stumble over the words as she takes your nipple between her fingers, each time the words left your lips her hands grew rougher. The heat between your legs grew as she moaned and kissed your neck, too gentle as she dug her nails into your flesh.
“That’s a good girl. So perfect.” She whispered, “doesn't that feel good to say?”
“Wanda-
“Don’t lie to me. I know you, better than anyone ever has before. Better than you know yourself.”
You whimpered as her knee pushed against your center. She moaned the second she felt how wet you were against her skin.
“See baby.”
Your head was cloudy as she planted kisses on your skin, the ache in your chest was gone that much was true, but-
“Look at me.” She demanded, “Do you want to know why you don’t dream of him when you’re with me?”
You whimpered as her hand slowly trails down your stomach. The pads of her fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, “it’s because you’re no longer his. You’re mine.”
“Your body knows it.” She husked, cupping your pussy in her hands as she nips your jaw, “Your mind knows it too, but the longer you fight, the more he’ll win.”
You moaned as she entered you without warning, soft and firm as she rubbed her fingers against your walls.
“Don’t let him win, detka.”
You tucked your head into her neck as she quickened her pace, grabbing onto her shoulder as you rolled your hips to meet her hand.
“Everytime you let him into your mind, you’re denying that you belong to me. Are you denying it, detka? Do you want him controlling you instead?”
“No.” You shook your head, pulling her closer as she curled her fingers. “I belong to you.”
“Mommy’s good girl,” She cooed, rubbing your clit as your walls clenched around her fingers. “You’re mine until your last breath, how many times do I have to remind you of that?”
“I-I’m sorry.” You moan, her fingers fucking you harder as she growls into your neck.
“Say it again, baby. Say who you are.”
“I-I killed h-him.” you whimpered, bucking into her fingers as she smirks and bites into your skin. “Fuck, I-
“That’s it.” She adds another finger as you arch into her warmth, her thumb rubbing against your clit as the coil in your belly tightens. “You loved every moment of it. Loved the rush you felt every time the blade sunk into his skin. So much that you didn’t stop, even after his life drained from his eyes.”
You moaned as she curled her fingers, moving her lips up your neck to hover over your lips. “You loved that too didn’t you? Watching his pathetic life fade?”
“Fuck. Y-yes. I loved it.” You moaned as her lips crashed on yours, her tongue prying them apart as her fingers moved so fast inside of you the muscles in her arm permanently flexed against your hand. Your body shuddered with relief as you let go, every flick of her tongue and wrist blurring your mind and the only thing you could focus on was cumming for her.
“Mommy.” you whimpered, biting her bottom lip as she moaned, “please.”
“You wanna cum?’
“Can I? Please, I need it, please.”
“Cum for me, detka,” she moaned, muffling your moans with her mouth as she kissed you languidly.
She held you tight as you shook in her hold, her pants hitting your lips as she pulled away so you could breathe. All of the tension you felt began to melt away as you came down, the only thing in your mind was Wanda and her soft touch as she ran her fingers through your hair.
You heard the door to the bathroom open, but you were too far gone to open your eyes.
“Is she asleep?”
“Almost.” Wanda hummed, pulling you into her side as Natasha settled into the bed. “It’s ok if you want to hold her, you know.”
“Wanda-
“For tonight, stop being stubborn. She needs you too.”
You sighed as you felt warmth invading your back, drifting you further and further to sleep as you felt more safe than you ever have.
“Go to sleep, malyshka, we’ll be here when you wake up.”
The last thing you felt before you succumbed to sleep was soft kisses placed on your forehead and the nape of your neck.
You had yet to meet Yelena face to face, but when she and her people came the mansion was more crowded than normal. It just gave you another thing to resent her for.
It’s been days since they came, and the time spent with Wanda lessened to borderline nonexistent. Every glimpse of her made your insides churn wanting to beg her to stay with you, but every single time you did she said she was busy, leaving you with a breathtaking kiss with a promise of more.
You felt you were barely existing, going day by day trying to fill your time so your mind wouldn’t give in to the dark thoughts that were beginning to make a permanent home. You needed her to quiet them, you just - you needed her and she wasn’t there. Natasha you saw even less and you began to resent the blonde that you knew she was spending all of her time with.
The last moment you spent with them both was the morning you woke up in their arms. It was something you could get used to – something you wanted to get used to, but as more time passed you were lucky if you got a chance to speak to them for more than a minute. You haven’t slept that peacefully in days.
The nightmares were gone, but it still wasn’t the same sleeping alone.
Your heart skipped in your chest, as you caught a flash of the redhead currently occupying your mind, but before you could utter a single word, the door she had disappeared behind had closed shut. You thought about going back to your room to sulk pathetically under the covers when your back was suddenly slammed against the wall.
“Hey, detka.” Wanda smirked, kissing you fully on your lips before pulling away with a grin.
You whimpered as her lips descended to your neck, stealing the breath from your lungs as she molded her body flush against yours. You wish you would get more than this, but you knew this moment was fleeting, so you would take every single second she would give you.
You sucked in a breath as her hand snaked down into your shorts to cup your wet center. “Have you been wet for me all day, malyshka?” She smirked. Her fingers parted your folds as you grabbed onto her waist, your eyes fluttering shut as she circled your clit.
“Need mommy to take care of that for you.”
“Yes, please. I need you.” You whimpered, desperately digging your nails in harder as she began to pull away from you, “No, don’t.”
“My poor detka.” She chuckled, kissing your cheek as she pulled her hand out of your shorts. “I just needed to feel you, but I have to go. I’m already late.”
“What’s a few minutes more?” You said, not letting go as she cupped your cheek.
“Normally I wouldn’t care, but Natasha really wants this merger to run smoothly, you know that. I have to be on my best behavior, or atleast a version of whatever that would look like for most people.”
“Yeah, I know.” You mumbled.
“I just need you to be patient, ok?”
“Fine.” You clenched your jaw as you look away from her, frustration pulling in the pit of your belly as she tightened her hold on your jaw to make you look at her.
“You’re so cute when you’re angry.” She said, pecking your lips. “Soon, milaya.”
You swallowed thickly as she sucked her fingers clean, tapping your cheek before turning away from you. You needed to find something to occupy your mind and fast before you lost your mind.
You decided to go to the pool, being it was the only thing that you could do lately with a house full of mobsters. None of which you particularly trusted. It was the only thing that could clear your mind and calm you down from being so painfully frustrated you felt you would explode.
“So is this what it pays to be my sister's toy?”
You raise your head to see the blonde you’ve only seen in passing standing beside the pool.
“No need to tell me your name. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She said, tilting her head. “I’m Yelena.”
“I know who you are.” You said, wading your arms in the water before tilting your head back to look up at the clouds. “I came out here to relax.”
“You seem to be doing a good job of that.”
“I was.” You mumbled, sighing when she sat down. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“Why so rude?”
“Shocked the toy can bite back?” You countered, raising yourself out of the water once you realized she had no plans on leaving you be.
“I like you.” She chuckled.
“Oh great, I can rest easy now.” You spat, grabbing a towel.
“Natalia was right, you have a mouth on you.”
You narrowed your eyes as she grinned, her smugness only pissed you off further as you turned away from her.
“There you are malyshka.”
You sighed hearing Wanda’s voice behind you, knowing Nataha would be beside her. You made no move to face them as you dried off your body, still frustrated that she left you high and dry - again.
“Awe, are you still upset from earlier?” She cooed.
You dodged her hand as she moved to grab it, making her frown as you turned to grab your hoodie.
“Someone has an attitude today.” Natasha said.
“That might be my fault.” Yelena said.
“Why, what did you do?”
“I may have said something to kill her mood.”
“More like you can’t take a hint even if it fucked you in the face.” You mumbled under your breath.
Natasha growled low as she grabbed your throat making you drop your hoodie to the ground as she yanked you forward.
“What was that?”
“It’s alright sestra, I did interrupt her peace after all.” She smirked.
“Apologize.”
“No.”
You gasped as she released your throat, only to grab your hand and drag you back into the house.
A pit sank to the bottom of your stomach as she led you through the halls, continuing to walk past your room to theirs. You tripped over your feet as she pushed past the doors and tossed you into their bedroom as if you weighed nothing. As the door slammed shut behind you, every muscle in your body tensed when you realized just how badly you fucked up.
“Natasha, I’m-
She raised her hand, cutting you off as she stalked towards you.
“Take off your shorts.”
A chill ran up your spine as she brushed past you to sit calmly on the bed. Her face was void of any emotion and it was more terrifying than the scowl that previously twisted her lips.
“Don’t make this worse for you and have me ask you twice. Take. them. off.”
You quickly pushed them down your legs, stepping out of them as she leaned back on her hands. Goosebumps spread on your skin as your lower half was exposed to her. You waited on baited breath as her cold eyes assessed you, stopping briefly between your legs before flickering sharply to meet your gaze.
“Over my lap.”
“Natasha-
You yelped as she yanked you forward, forcing you over her lap with a grip so tight you knew it would bruise.
“You’re really testing my patience today, myshka.”
You shuddered as her calloused fingers ran up your spine before the weight of her hand traveled to the curve or your ass.
“I-I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s too late for that.”
You moaned as her hand came down against your ass, you shifted at the sting, grabbing onto her leg as she rubbed it in soothing circles.
“I should have done this the first time you talked back to me.” She said, bringing her hand down again, the slap bruising as she ran her nails over the stinging skin increasingly growing warm as you shifted.
“Stop squirming.” She chided, grabbing the back of your neck as you whimpered. “How many do you think you deserve for being a brat?”
“I don’t- I don’t know.” You said, chewing your bottom lip as her hand returned to your ass.
“I think you deserve more than I have time to give you.”
“You never have time for me - fuck!”
You breathed deep through your nose as her hand came down again and again. The smacks echoed in the room along with your whines as she increased her strength after each one. Tears stung in the corner of your eyes as she delivered the last one, your skin already inflamed as the sharp sting tore a moan from your throat.
“You think you’re more important than the business?” She scolded, “You think all of our time should be dedicated to you?”
“No.” You gasped as she palmed your ass in her hands.
“I think you do, I think you’re just a needy little whore that doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut.”
You cried out as she smacked your thigh, the reddened skin growing darker as she delivered another blow. “Are you?”
“Yes.” You moaned.
“Then say it.” She growled, running her nails harshly over your skin, leaving welts as tears fell down your cheeks. Your sex burned as you clenched around nothing, the sting turning into a dull throb.
“I’m a needy whore that doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut.”
“Good girl.”
You whimpered as your sex grew warm and wet the more she traced your heated skin with her hands. Her calloused fingers sent chills down your spine as she chuckled above you.
“You like this don’t you?” She husked, spreading your legs as your wetness dripped onto her pants.
You bit your bottom lip, stopping yourself from begging as she ran her hand along your inner thigh.
“You’re so wet, myshka.” She collected the wetness on her fingers, never once getting close to where you wanted her, “You’re dripping.”
“Nat.” You gasped, her fingers spread your wetness against your ass, but as she lifted her hand you tensed, knowing that when it came down the dull throb would sharpen.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and apologize to my sister?”
“Yes, I’ll apologize” You whimpered, shifting on her thigh as your clit throbbed against the fabric of her jeans.
You gasped as she pushed you down to the floor. You looked up at her as she smirked down at you, cupping your jaw as she leaned over.
“Go take a cold shower and clean yourself up.”
“Yes, Natasha.” You said, your pulse racing as her eyes flickered to your lips before releasing your jaw. You stayed on the floor until she left, your body vibrating as your heart began to calm in your chest.
You knew you shouldn’t have talked back, but a part of you was glad that it happened. That was the most attention you got from her in days.
“What?” You said, taking your eyes off the closed doors Wanda and Natasha were currently behind as Sif chuckled beside you. “Sorry.”
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be.” You said, looking once more towards the door wondering if you would be going to bed alone again tonight.
You apologized to Yelena like she wanted, but even then two days went by and it had only gotten worse. Maybe you should have apologized when she asked the first time, not only would you be able to sit down properly, but you feel like you made matters worse when they didn’t even say goodnight to you. You just wanted to know what you could do to make it better.
“Come on, we’re going to go get a snack.” She said, pulling you out of your chair to lead you to the kitchen.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You barely touched dinner.” She said, shaking her head as she pointed to the island. “Sit.”
You sighed sitting onto the stool as she grabbed a variety of snacks from the cupboard.
You and Sif had gotten to know each other a bit better since the merger. You were starting to consider her a friend, even if you weren’t sure if you could entirely trust her, she was nothing but nice to you since the day you met.
She made your days here a bit easier when Wanda and Natasha were too busy to give you the time of day. She didn’t mind your company and it felt nice.
“Want to talk about it?” She asked, tossing you a bag of chips.
“I’m just feeling anxious I guess.”
“That’s understandable.” She took a seat next to you, and opened her own bag. “You’ve been through alot recently.”
“Yeah, I guess I have.” You chuckled, ducking your head, “Do you even know how I got here?”
“I wasn’t told, but I can guess. You aren’t like the other women Wanda’s brought home though.”
Your stomach churned at the thought of her touching anyone else. “What were they like?”
“Desperate.” She laughed, “but they never stayed around long. They also weren’t able to walk around as freely as you.”
You hummed in response, picking at the loose string on your sweater as she continued. “You could tell they were here for her and Natasha for only one thing if you know what I mean.” She smirked.
“Wait, Natasha too?”
“Well yeah.” She said, furrowing her brows.
“Natasha hasn’t touched me, not like that.” You mumble, wondering what they had that you didn’t. Why she would fuck them, but always pull away from you. “What’s wrong with me?”
“What? Y/n, there’s nothing wrong with you.”
You shook your head as she stood at your side. You felt warm as her hand cupped your cheek, wanting to lean into the soft touch as she stroked it with her thumb
“I mean it. Why would you even ask that?”
“Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t want me here and others I feel like she does, but then she pulls away again and it’s just so confusing.”
“I can’t speak for her, but I’m glad you’re here.” she said, biting her lip as she stared into your eyes. “There’s actually something I-
“What’s going on here?”
Sif let go of your face as if it burned when Wanda’s voice cut through the room. You knew she was anything but happy by the way her jaw clenched as she glided forward.
A part of you was happy she was so upset.
“Nothing we were just-
“I wasn’t talking to you.” She snapped.
Sif swallowed thickly, backing away as Wanda stopped in front of you. The last time she was this close to you, she left you shaking in the hallway with ruined panties while she chuckled and left to go to yet another meeting.
“We were just talking Wanda.” You mumbled.
“Is that what you’re calling it?” She said, tilting her head.
“Boss-
Sif's eyes widened in fear as Wanda whipped out her gun, pointing it directly between her eyes,
“Speak again and I’ll remove your tongue before I put a bullet in your skull.”
Your heart skipped in your chest as she focused her sharp gaze on you, “I told you I’d kill anyone that dare lay a hand on you did I not?”
“Yes.” You whispered. Your heart hammered in your chest as she reached out her hand. You didn’t have to think twice before taking it, letting her pull you closer as she rested her finger on the trigger.
“You put me in such an awkward position, detka.” She sighed, pressing the gun harder against her flesh as she bit her bottom lip.
“She was just - we were just talking, Wanda, I promise.” You stammered, trying to focus as she placed her hand against your chest. You knew she could feel how fast your heart was beating as her lips twitched into a grin.
“She doesn’t need to touch you to talk.” she grabbed your throat, her eyes growing darker as if she was replaying the moment inside her head. “Did you want to test me detka, is that it? See if I’m a woman of my word?”
You briefly glanced at Sif. She was shaking like a leaf with her hands clenched into fist as she pleaded with you with her eyes.
“No - I- I.” Wanda growled, cutting off your air as she tightened her hold, forcing your gaze back on her.
You started to question yourself as she tugged you close enough to feel her breath on your lips. Her grip loosened as she nuzzled your cheek, placing trails of kisses until she met the shell of your ear.
“Did my baby want to see it actually happen, hmm? Want to see mommy kill for her?”
You were ashamed when you felt a jolt of arousal shoot straight to your core. You felt frozen, a slew of conflicting thoughts racing in your mind as she pulled away.
“What’s the matter? You were speaking to this whore perfectly fine.” She hissed, “Do you or do you not want me to kill her?”
“I- She’s- She’s my friend.”
The air was still as Wanda stared into your eyes. You were afraid of what she would find. Afraid that deep down she was right and she would see right through you and kill the one person that gives you the time of day in this fortress.
You held your breath when her eyes left yours to focus on Sif.
“Consider yourself lucky that right now we still need you.” She sneered, tucking her gun back into her pocket as Sif began to speak. “Fuck off Sif, now.”
Tension grew as she walked briskly out of the room.
“You just signed her death warrant, you do know that right? If I kill her now Natasha will be more than pissed, but someday soon her blood will be on your hands.”
“Wand-
“Quiet.” She hissed. “She isn’t a friend is she? She’s just someone you whore yourself out to because you like the attention.”
“What - no.”
“Then explain to me why I constantly see you two together?”
“We just hang out. What else do you expect me to do all day?”
“I expect you to keep your legs closed.”
“It’s not like you’ve been around to open them.”
You knew the moment you spoke you should have stayed silent. The brute of her back hand meeting your face echoed in the room. You clutched the counter as she glared, tasting iron from your bottom lip that her rings split open.
“Has she? Is that why you didn’t want me to kill her?”
You didn’t have time to soothe the ache before she dragged you to the table and bent you over. Your front met the wood harshly as she pinned you down.
“Have you been fucking her while Nat and I work?” She hissed, grabbing the back of your neck as her hand roamed to the seam of your shorts, slipping inside before you had time to process.
“What, No! Wanda- fuck!”
Her hand roughly palmed your center, collecting your wetness as she tugged harshly on your clit. “Is this for her you fucking slut? Were you going to spread your legs for her if I hadn't walked into the room?”
You groaned as she teased your entrance before slamming three fingers roughly inside your cunt. Your moans echoed in the kitchen as they stretched you open, barely registering her hand as it ran down your back before the pressure of it disappeared.
You closed your eyes, getting lost in the feel of her fingers finally giving you the relief you’ve been wanting when her hand came down on your bruised ass, even with the fabric the brute of the slap stung as she tightened her hold around your waist. “Fucking answer me.”
“No!” You cried out, “I'd never let her touch me.” The sting of the stretch made you melt into the wood as she curled her fingers roughly against your walls.
“Why should I believe you?”
“I’m yours, please. I don’t want- I don’t want her.”
She roughly pulled out, yanking you up by your hair as you panted and shuddered against her. Your cunt ached and throbbed wanting to be filled as she ran her hand up to grab your throat while the other cupped your clothed center.
“This is mine.” She husked against your ear as you nodded. “Who would have thought not giving your needy little cunt attention for only a week would turn you into such a dumb whore.”
“It’s your fault that I’m needy.”
Wanda turned you around in her arms, the sudden movement making you gasp.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“You- you haven’t- I just.” Your cheeks were flushed as you scrambled for what to say, wishing you just stayed in your room instead of hanging out with the other woman.
“My dumb little baby.” She cooed, her eyes dark as she gripped your jaw, “You can’t even function properly without me.”
Your lips parted, but you closed them shut. The truth was you couldn’t and you wanted to hate her for it.
Her hand dug into your arm as she tugged and dragged you through the halls, tossing you through the door to your room before slamming it shut.
“Clothes off.”
You quickly took them off, not wanting to dig any deeper into the trouble you had gotten yourself into.
The cool air made you shiver as she opened the bedside dresser, taking out the all too familiar rope and a harness that made your mouth grow dry.
She tossed them onto the dresser before leaning over to grab the biggest dildo you’ve ever seen. You didn’t know if it would fit, but you were too afraid to speak your fears as she turned to face you.
“And to think I was planning to warm you up to this.” She sighed, but you had a feeling she had no plans of ever doing that to begin with.
“Get on the bed. Face down.”
You could hear her shed her clothes as you laid down before the bed dipped beside your thighs. You gasped as you felt her wet folds rest against your ass and the length of her strap as it landed on your lower back.
“I thought you were better than this.” She chided, roughly grabbing your wrist, forcing them behind your back as you squirm underneath her. She tied them tight, the final knot making you wince as she let them go and lifted off of you.
Your belly burned in anticipation as she raised your hips, the head of her fake cock resting against your center as she dug her nails into your skin.
“If you want to be a whore, malyshka. I’ll fuck you like one.”
You lost your breath as she slowly bottomed out inside you, her cock splitting you open as she pulled your waist back to meet her front.
“Such a needy pussy. Sucking in my cock like you were made for it.” She husked, dragging it out before ramming it inside.
You choke on a scream as the head pushes past your g spot, hitting your cervix painfully and she gave you no time to get used to the size.
“Is this what you wanted? Wanted mommy to fuck you like the slut you are, detka?”
Wails ripped from your throat as she ruts into you. Any words you tried to form were incoherent as your mind grew hazy from the overwhelming pain and pleasure.
“I should fuck you until you're raw and passed out like the pathetic bitch you are.” She grunted, letting go of your waist to grab your bound wrists.
The force in which she pulled made you arch your back. The ridges of her cock hitting your spot with every thrust made tears spring from your eyes as your walls fluttered around her.
“Pl’se.” You moaned. Your thighs twitch as the coil in your belly tightens to the point of pain. Being teased for days without any release made you more desperate than you’ve ever been in your life and she knew it.
“Please what?” She growled, bringing her hand down on your bruised ass as you dripped down your thighs and onto the sheets.
“Oh, fuck!” You groan, pushing back into her, chasing her cock as every thrust makes your clit throb and pulse.
“Mommy, please.”
“You don’t deserve to cum.” The slap of her thighs hitting yours made you shudder before her hand came down harsher on your ass than before making you gasp and choke on your moans.
“Please, please.” You felt your orgasm reach its peak. Every slap to your ass bringing you closer and closer as her hard thrusts turned your ass red beneath her palm. “I’ll do anything.”
“If you cum, your punishment will be so much worse.” She threatened, reaching down to rub your aching clit with her fingers.
“Mommy! fuck, please I can’t-” You bit down on your bottom lip, closing your eyes shut as you tried desperately to hold it off.
“Only good girls get to cum.” She grunted, doubling her efforts on your clit, “Good girls don’t let others touch what doesn’t belong to them.”
“M’sorry! M’sorry please!.”
You clenched your fists as her pace slowed, the whines leaving your lips would have embarrassed you had you not felt so desperate to cum.
“No, no- fuck.” You gasped as she gave the other side of your ass attention, the sting making more tears spring from your eyes before she pulled out and flipped you onto your back. You winced as your shoulders stretched awkwardly behind you.
“You should be glad you’re getting anything from the way you talked back to me.” She said, sinking her cock back inside your pussy before lifting your legs around her shoulders.
“You didn’t learn your lesson from when Nat painted your ass black and blue?”
You sucked in a breath as she lifted your hips, the angle pushing the head against your aching walls.
“Please.”
“I love it when you cry for me, detka.” she moaned, thrusting her hips as she pulled you into her.
You arched your back as the ache lessened. Her hands moved away from your hips and to your thighs as she quickened her pace but not enough to make you cum.
“You take my cock so well detka. I knew you would. Such a needy little pussy.”
“I want- I want-.”
“There’s no use in begging. You take what I give you.” She reached forward grabbing your bouncing breasts in her hands, squeezing and smacking them roughly as her eyes taunted you with every snap of her hips.
“I want you to think about this the next time you see her.” She said, tugging your nipple before smaking your breast watching it bounce with amusement as you whimpered. The slosh of your wet pussy filled the room as she moaned rolling her hips.
“Fuck, such a mess for me. You wanted this.” She groaned, “Wanted me to ruin your pussy.” She pushed down on your stomach, the pressure making you cry out as she pushed down harder feeling her cock fuck into you every time the insert grazed her clit. “Seeing you like this - fuck, gonna make me cum, detka.”
You pleaded with your eyes as her face twisted in pleasure. “Mommy’s little fuck toy to use whenever I want.” She husked, reaching up to grab her breast as her hips lost their rhythm,
“Too much, it’s too much.” You cried.
“Fuck Y/n.”
It took every cell in your body not to cum with her. Her moans almost sent you over the edge but the threat of not being touched made you hold it off. Pain vibrated through your body as she rolled her hips through her high and even as she slowed her pace and came to a stop your lower belly burned for her as she dug her nails into your sides.
You looked up at her through glossy eyes as she smirked, slowly pulling out and tossing the toy to the side. You wanted her to be proud of you. To tell you that you did good for her, but she was silent as she came down.
Her breathing evened out as she stepped out of her harness, cum dripping down her thighs as she crawled back onto the bed. She turned you over making you sigh in relief as blood rushed back into your shoulders as she untied you.
“Arms up.”
“Wh-
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” She said, smacking your tender ass.
You lifted them, dread pooling to the pit of your stomach as she tied them to the bed frame.
“No, please, Wanda, I'm sorry.”
“I know you are, detka.” She sighed, kissing the back of your neck before laying beside you. “but you need to learn that there are consequences to your actions.”
“Nothing happened.” You whispered.
“I know that too, but you let her get close enough for her to try.” She said, tucking your hair behind your ear as she stroked your cheek. “How do you think that made me feel? You could have come to me. You could have told me how you were feeling, malyshka, but instead you went to someone else.”
Guilt consumed you that you put the blame entirely on them. You thought you would bother them if you tried so instead you sulked for days and spent time with someone else. You wanted to take it back. You hated seeing her look at you like this.
“I won’t do it again.” You promised.
“I hope so. I don’t like seeing you like this.” She pouted, stroking your cheek once again before lifting from the bed.
“You’re leaving?” Panic spiked through you as she walked over to the lamp, turning it off before walking over to the other.
“You won't learn your lesson if I stay.”
“Please, don’t leave me.”
“I’ll let you out when I feel you’ve learned your lesson. Until then try and get some sleep.”
“Wanda.” You whimpered, receiving no answer as she turned out the last light cloaking the room in darkness.
“Wanda please, don’t leave.” Sobs tore through your chest as the door closed shut, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts and your looming nightmares to keep you company.
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