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123 and 104 from the prompt list for the 1k celebration? with top fem reader and bottom natasha?

"How much have you missed me?" | Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader | SMUT (18+ MDNI)

Prompts:

104 - “I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone this badly.”124 - 123- “Why don’t you come take a seat on my face and I’ll show you how much I’ve missed you?”

Summary: Just when you thought you'd never see a certain redhead ever again, she decides to turn up at your door unannounced.

Warnings: swearing, arguments, mention of being abandoned, mentions of being left, mentions of alcohol, attempted slapping. SMUT (18+ MDNI): d/s dynamics, thigh riding, spanking, strap-on (natasha recieving), oral (natasha recieving), spanking, face sitting, degradation, breast play, praise kink, agent kink (?)

Word Count: 5.6K+

Authors Note: a just wanna say that am so sorry for how long it's been since av posted any content, av just not been having an ideal time and av been so busy that av just not had the opportunity to write. thank you all for being so patient with me and a hope that a get to post more soon, a hope you enjoy this fic! reblogs and feedback always appreciated.

PSA: THIS WILL BE THE ONLY PART SO PLEASE DON'T ASK ME FOR A PART 2 OR A WILL GO BACK TO MY HIDEY HOLE.

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The laugh track of the F.R.I.E.N.D.S. episode that you were watching echoed through your apartment as you munched on what must have been your second bowl of popcorn. Usually, on a Saturday you would find yourself in a nightclub with at least a woman, or two, pressed against you but your friends had bailed on you.

A heavy knock at your door caught your attention, your eyes squinted, so you turned down the TV to reassure yourself that you did actually hear something and it wasn’t just in your imagination. Hearing the knock again you slowly made your way to it, doing your best to not make any noise so you still had the opportunity to not answer depending on who it was.

You were hoping it wasn’t the neighbour that was adamant to try and take you on a date, there were only so many ways you could state that you were gay and it had become tiresome. You glanced through your peephole and inhaled sharply as you caught sight of auburn hair, the same auburn hair that you watched walk away from you 4 years ago.

You opened the door and stared at the shorter woman with a stone-faced expression, “Why are you here? What happened to the whole ‘I hate you and I never want to see you again’?” Natasha lifted her head, now looking at you rather than the floor and you deflated once you saw the tears in her eyes, and the tiredness in her features.

“You’re right…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here,” Natasha muttered as she pulled her coat tighter around her shivering body. Your heart twisted in your chest when you saw another tear fall from her eyes and you gently grabbed her wrist to pull her inside.

“Go sit down, I’ll make you a drink. You look like you need it,” you mumbled. Natasha nodded, making her way to the couch, and sat comfortably in the corner. She wrapped herself up in your comforter, smiling when she recognised the aroma of your perfume that lingered in the fabric, and waited for you to get back.

“Comfy?”

Natasha jumped at the sound of your voice and quickly wiped her eyes; again your heart felt like it had been twisted in the middle of your chest. She took in the way your comfy clothes pretty much drowned you, 2 cups of what she assumed was a double vodka and lemonade in hand, before starting to shed herself of your blanket. “I’m sorry, I was just co-”

“Natasha, I was just teasing you. Did you lose your sense of humour when you left me for that complete dickh-”

“Stop that,” Natasha snapped. You raised your eyebrow at her tone with you, placing the alcoholic beverage on the table in front of her, and your jaw tensed in annoyance. Natasha inhaled sharply at your change in body language, she knew this was going to be the start of an argument. “Just…Just don’t talk about him.”

“Why not, huh? You think you can just turn up here and I’m going to forget everything that has happened? What did he do?” Your tone of voice was antagonising and Natasha could feel herself getting more upset, she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to break. “Let me guess, he ditched you for his geeky science stuff, or he decided that he could make his own test tube girlfriend to be the perfect bitch.”

Natasha let out a choked sob and pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around her legs to hug herself, but before you could even blink that sadness had turned to anger. You were quick to rise to your feet when Natasha had thrown herself up from the sofa and was now standing directly in front of you to glare up at you.

“I said don’t talk about him!”

“Or what, princess?”

Natasha’s breath hitched at the nickname, her heart started to race, and she couldn’t help but whine slightly. She’d not heard that nickname in years, she refused to let anybody else but you call her it and lost her shit when they did. What she didn’t realise was that it still had such a chokehold on her. The redhead was quick to lift her hand at you in a fury of temper, but you were quicker to pin her harshly against the wall with your leg between her thighs.

“Surprise surprise, you’re still an asshole,” Natasha growled. “I can’t believe I was even in love with somebody like you. Someone who was so quick to push people away, deflect their thoughts and feelings. Not to mention how much you’re just this cocky, arrogant, asshole!”

You shifted slightly in annoyance and Natasha bit back a moan as your thigh pressed further against her core. The heat between her legs easily seeped through her thin leggings, onto your bare thigh, and you hummed in amusement.

“You loved me because I was loyal. You loved me because I loved you. But more importantly, you loved me because…” You leant closer to Natasha, caging her in between you and the wall, and rested your lips just behind her ear. “...nobody could, or can, make you feel as good as I do.”

The anger dissipated from Natasha and was quickly replaced with a desperate sense of need. Her hips betrayed her as they bucked forward to create friction onto your leg, begging for some form of relief between her legs. “Tell me, princess, could that science nerd make you feel as good as I can? Make you beg like I can?”

Natasha tried her best to reply, but the words were stuck in the back of her throat and she struggled to release them as she was too focused on you rocking your bare thigh against her. The way your lips were pressing open-mouthed kisses to her neck didn’t help her situation, she needed a release and she needed it now. “Y/N, please. Fuck, I need you, I need you so bad.”

“Well, that’s a certain change of tone, isn’t it?” You teased. You ran your hands along Natasha’s sides coming just under her breasts before moving back down and you smiled when she let out a whimper, grinding against your thigh once more. “Still such a desperate whore, aren’t you?”

Natasha’s annoyance got the best of her once more as she pushed you hard, leaving you wheezing slightly from being winded. You growled darkly before you picked her up, to throw her over your shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

Natasha kicked her legs and hit your back still in a fury led tantrum, but you didn’t give in. “You think you can show up on my doorstep, beg me to fuck you, threaten to attack me not once but twice, all without punishments and consequence? Have you forgotten what I do to brats who don’t know their place?”

“N-No,” Natasha gulped. It wasn’t an easy thing to forget and Natasha was quick to remember the times that you punished her for acting out, letting her brattiness get too far, and she knew full well she was about to be reminded first hand. She let out a surprised yelp as your hand made harsh and sudden contact with her ass but it was shortly followed by a muffled moan.

You threw Natasha haphazardly on the bed quickly discarding the material that clung to your torso which left you in just your sleep shorts. Natasha’s mouth ran dry at the sight of you, she hadn’t seen you like this in about 4 years, and you took a seat on the edge of your bed before snapping your fingers. “Here, now.”

Natasha didn’t hesitate to scramble from her spot on the bed to lay across your thighs, ignoring the feeling of her slick that now pressed against her stomach, and you were quick to start groping the plump flesh of her ass. Once you felt as though you had teased enough, you gave a sharp slap to her ass before pushing her shorts and underwear down her legs to let them pool on the floor. The feeling of your warm hands on her cold body made her shiver and goosebumps appeared all over her body, she was ready to give in to all your advances.

“How many do you think it’ll take to get through to you, princess?”

“H-However many you want, Agent.”

“So you remembered,” you mumbled quietly, more to yourself than Natasha, and ran your hand over her ass. “You used to be such a good girl until he came around. You were my little princess who I spoiled severely, weren’t you? It’s a shame he came and stole you away from me.”

Natasha whimpered at your words, a feeling of regret and guilt started to form in the pit of her stomach, and she let out a shaky breath. “I-I still am your good girl, I promise. Please, I’ve never wanted to fuck anybody this badly, just please fuck me.”

“If you take your punishment like a good girl,” you bargained. Natasha huffed but nodded in agreement, letting her body go limp knowing it was less likely to hurt. “I think 15 will suffice…maybe 20. How many do you think dove?”

Natasha hesitated and swallowed thickly. “15 please…I promise I’ll be good and learn.” She made sure to arch her back in just the way you liked it and made sure the rest of her body stayed limp. The redhead took in a sharp breath as one of your hands snaked underneath her shirt to start toying with her nipples, “P-Please.”

“Well, since I’m feeling generous, I’ll only give you 15 but you’ve got to be a good girl for the rest of the night. Can you do that for me, princess?” Your hand came down firmly on her bare ass, eliciting a loud yelp from the redhead under you. “O-One, thank you! I-I’ll be good, promise,” Natasha whined as she shuffled slightly in your lap. The wicked smile across your face was spotted by Natasha through your reflection in the mirror that was in front of her.

“Well done for remembering. You’re such a well behaved pet. Aren’t you, darling?”

“Yes, Agent.”

“That’s my good girl,” you muttered, bringing your hand down to strike her bare ass once more. You smiled at the desperate whine that erupted from Natasha’s throat but didn’t slap her ass again until she counted the previous hit. By the time you have reached the fifteenth strike, Natasha was a whining mess and her cheeks were covered in tears.

“You’re so pretty when you cry for me, princess. You took your punishment like such a good girl and I’m so proud of you. Now we can finally talk more about your rewards, if that is something you still want.”

“Yes! Yes, please,” Natasha begged as she stayed draped over your lap, the bruising on her bare ass beginning to show already, and you hummed in amusement. Natasha moaned softly when she felt the gentle caress of your hands on her ass and whined pathetically as your other hand still toyed with her sensitive nipples.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart, and I’ll make you feel so good you won’t even know what stress and worry is anymore. You hear me?”

“I hear you,” Natasha breathed as she let you sit her up so she was facing you, her calves resting either side of your legs to straddle you. You pulled her close, cupping a handful of her ass, and slowly started to guide her hips to rock against your covered core. “I want, oh- your strap, please. D-do you still have my favourite one?”

You stopped guiding Natasha’s hips and she immediately flushed under your gaze, embarrassed about even bringing up the possibility of you keeping a toy for so long. Her embarrassment increased as your silence continued, especially because of the hope she had of you keeping it, when she was the one who left.

The gentle tap on her leg was indication enough for her to climb off of you and perch herself in the middle of the bed, relaxing into your pillows and comforter. The piercing gaze Natasha had on you, as you made your way away from her, made you feel confident. You had missed the way she drank in your body, whether it was bare or not, and you had definitely missed the way she was so compliant to please you. The redhead’s breath hitched when she recognised the black box you pulled from the back of your dresser. You kept it.

“Present yourself.”

Natasha’s brain short circuited at the familiar command, a wave of arousal flooding through her, even after all these years it sent a chill up her spine. The older redhead was quick to sit up on her knees, back straight, her ankles crossed, and placed her hands in her lap looking forward.

“Such a pretty girl,” you complimented as you moved onto the bed and knelt in front of her, the faux cock now securely attached to your hips. The gentleness of your fingertips on her cheek initially made Natasha flinch and you furrowed your brows slightly. It wasn’t long until the ex-assassin leant into your touch, her body recognising the soft caress of your calloused hands, and you pulled her shirt over her head. The russian was now bare in front of you and you let out a low hum from the back of your throat, “My pretty girl.”

“Always yours, Agent.”

Your hands trailed up and down Natasha’s body, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before settling on her chest and you squeezed her breasts firmly. The small chuckle that left your mouth as Natasha arched her body into your hand made her flustered and shy. She knew how needy she was for you, and she was just waiting for you to give her what she wanted.

“I’ve missed playing with you, my little princess,” you complimented, running your thumb over her hardened nipple before taking it in your mouth. Natasha moaned at the contact, placing her hand at the back of your head, and pressed your head closer against her breast.

You gave a sharp slap to Natasha’s thigh as a warning and the redhead immediately knew to let go of you, she wasn’t allowed to touch without permission. You carried on giving your attention to her breasts and nipples, squeezing and sucking on the soft skin, leaving hickeys in your wake. “I-I’ve missed you playing with me too, Agent. How much have you missed me?”

“Why don’t you come take a seat on my face and I’ll show you how much I’ve missed you?”

You pulled away from Natasha to flop onto your back, your head hitting the soft comforter, and you hummed in delight as Natasha looked at you with a predatory gaze. Tapping your lips twice, Natasha knew the signal well enough to move herself to straddle your face, her legs twitched with anticipation and you wore an excited smile. Her scent was strong as she hovered above your face, and her pussy glistened with juices that accumulated from her grinding on your thigh and her spanking.

You pulled her down on to your face, lapping at her pussy as though it was your first meal after being starved for years. The familiar taste of her on your tongue made your head feel like static, a feeling of excitement rushed through you as she started to move her hips, and your fingernails dug harsher into her toned thighs.

“A-Agent, fuck! Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“God, how much I’ve missed you calling me that.”

You shifted underneath her to press your tongue flat against her, your nose nudging at her already throbbing clit, and you started to help guide her rocking so that she used your mouth to get herself off. Natasha’s moans grew louder and she took her own initiative to grind down harder on your tongue whilst she chanted your name like a mantra.

It wasn’t long until Natasha’s thighs clamped around your head and her juices flowed into your mouth and down your chin. Even though the position was almost suffocating, you didn’t wish to be anywhere else right now, and you made sure to lap up what you could before you moved her from off of your face. Natasha flopped next to you, breathing heavy and you chuckled at the spaced out glaze of her eyes.

“Take a quick breather, because I’m not finished with you just yet.”

“What-”

Natasha yelped in surprise as you manhandled her onto all fours, facing away from you, and pushed her head down into the plush pillows. The glistening of her pussy and the slick that had made itself down to between her thighs made you feel feral, you knew you were as desperate for her as she was for you.

The way Natasha’s back arched gave you perfect access and you wasted no time in attaching your mouth to her pussy once more. Desperate whines were muffled by the pillows in front of Natasha, but not for long as you moved to grab a fistful of her hair as you tugged harshly.

“Don’t make me regret rewarding you. You know how much I love the pretty sounds that come out of your mouth. You better not hide them again,” you warned darkly as you pushed Natasha’s head back down to ensure her back arched perfectly, finally letting go of her hair. Natasha whimpered, whispering some form of apology, and you pressed kisses along her back as you made your way back to her core.

Lapping at her muscle, Natasha’s hips betrayed her and canted forward towards the bed to receive some extra friction but you were quick to correct it and pulled her hips back to their original position. Your hand came down hard on her ass as a warning and a wanton moan erupted from Natasha’s throat as her needy begging started.

“More, Agent please. I-I need more, you make me feel so good.”

“Such a greedy thing,” you mumbled against her pussy, sucking her clit harshly into your mouth. Another yelp left Natasha’s mouth but that didn’t stop her grinding against your mouth, followed by more incoherent begging, and you pulled away suddenly. “You want my cock, princess? Is that what all this whining and begging is about, hm?”

“Please!”

“As you wish,” you teased. Natasha’s brows furrowed as she felt you pull away completely and the bed dip behind her, signalling that you were moving. You bit your lip hard before pistoning into Natasha’s core without warning, the excessive amount of slick helped the fake appendage between your legs slide deeper, until you fully bottomed out. “Fuck, look at that princess, your needy hole sucking me in, so desperate for me.”

Your hips moved in an effective rhythm, the end of your faux cock assaulting the redhead’s cervix, and Natasha arched her back more to give you better leverage. A feeling of pride ran through you as you watched your marking appear against Natasha’s milky skin, whether it was hickey’s you had left in your wake or the bruises from the harsh grip you hand on her hips. Your thrusts became more erratic and the moans from both you and Natasha harmonised throughout the, now stuffy, room.

“That feels so good baby-fuck! I wanna cum, I need to cum, please!”

“You’re not cumming until I’m ready, princess, you know the rules.”

You smirked cockily as your grip on Natasha’s hips tightened and then used your other hand to wrap Natasha’s hair around your fingers to pull her flush against your chest. The sight of Natasha’s breasts bouncing with each thrust resulted in an animalistic moan from yourself, followed by a needy whimper from the redhead beneath you.

“It seems as though you haven’t got the stamina for me anymore,” you grunted disapprovingly. Natasha let out a pleasurable sob as your strap brushed that perfect spot over and over. Natasha’s thighs started to tremble as you slowed your pace, but thrusted harder and the sound of skin slapping skin echoed loudly. “It’s a shame, because I was ready to go all night with you, my love. I’m just going to have to train you up again, aren’t I?”

Natasha tried her hardest to reply to your teasing, but her mind was so fuzzy that she couldn’t string a sentence together. All she could think about was how full she felt, and how good it was going to be to actually reach her peak for one of the first times in what must have been years. You recognised the signs of Natasha nearing her high, the way her legs trembled, the pitch of her pleas, the whiteness of her knuckles as she gripped the sheets tightly in her hands.

“Are you ready to cum? You want to cum around my cock?”

“Yes! Agent please, I need to cum. I want to cum all around your cock. I’m begging you.”

The coil in your lower abdomen tightened at her words, and you could feel yourself getting needier by the second. The speed of your thrusts got quicker once more as you pounded Natasha into the soft mattress below, the sound of your breathy grunts pushed her to her peak and she let out a broken whine and a soft plea.

“Cum for me, princess.”

Natasha’s body immediately obeyed your command and tensed before the shuddering began as her orgasm rippled through her. The way she pushed further back onto the strap gave you the last bit of friction your clit begged for, to be hurled into your own pleasure filled haze, and the two of you let out a prolonged moan.

Natasha’s body gave way underneath you, still twitching from the aftershocks of hitting her high, and you gently shushed her. Once you slowly pulled out you threw the toy to the side to be washed. “That’s my good girl. Well done, princess.”

“‘M sorry,” Natasha slurred, exhaustion easily overcoming her. The apology that met your ears made your brows furrow, you weren’t sure what Natasha was apologising for but you knew that she hadn’t done anything wrong right now. “‘M sorry that I can’t keep up with you anymore.”

“Shhh,” you whispered softly. A small frown spread across your features, upset with the idea that she felt as though she needed to apologise to you. You gently moved Natasha onto her back and tucked her into the bedsheets before pressing a softly kiss to her forehead. “You don’t have to apologise to me about that, don’t worry. Would you like a bath?”

She nodded slowly and you were quick to acknowledge her wishes, lurking off to the bathroom to run a bath with essential oils and bubbles. When you deemed that the bath was perfect, you made your way back to the bedroom and pulled a sleepy Natasha into your arms to carry her to the bathroom. The fact that both of you were still bare to each other made the whole ordeal easier, you gently lowered the woman into her bath and gave a small smile when she let out an appreciative sound.

“Come in with me?”

There was no need for her to ask twice, you ungracefully clambered into the bath to sit behind Natasha and she let out a laugh as you tried your hardest to keep the water where it was supposed to be. When the two of you were comfortable, you anchored your arms around her slender waist to pull her flush against your body and peppered her smooth skin with butterfly-like kisses. All the tension in Natasha’s body from earlier had fully evaporated and she was pleasantly surprised at how quickly she went back to feeling at home with you.

No words had to be shared between the two of you, the silence spoke louder than your words could ever do. You finished washing her hair and pressed gentle kisses along the column of her throat before you mumbled against it, “Do you want to go to bed? The water is starting to get cold.”

“Yes please.”

It didn’t take you long to get out of the bath, dry yourself off, and then get yourself in a towel to be able to do the same with Natasha. Even after all these years, you knew how much Natasha loved being doted on and babied during aftercare, because sometimes she was just tired from the whole ‘heartless’ black widow facade. The softness of the towel made Natasha shudder and you were gentle as you started to dry her off and then place her in one of your shirts and a pair of sleep shorts.

Without being reminded, you knew the next step was to braid her hair so she didn’t have to dry it herself and could just fall asleep as and when she wanted. The ex-assassin melted into your touch as your fingers gently scratched her scalp, whilst they gathered her hair into sections, before you started the braid. You didn’t miss the flash of shock cross her face when she recognised your remembrance of how she liked it most, but how could you ever forget? You had been hopelessly in love with the woman for years.

“You’re safe here, you can sleep. I promise I won’t leave you,” you reassured gently. Your arm was draped around her waist as she curled into your side and your free hand was holding hers, fingers entwined, against your chest. Natasha was half asleep when she heard the creak of your bedroom door, and a strong voice flowed through the quiet room.

“What the fuck?”

Natasha froze as she recognised the Sokovian accent that broke the silence, there was only one person in her world who sounded like that. Wanda huffed with annoyance as she tripped over the shirt in the middle of the walkway.

“Y/N, what the hell have I told you about picking up your laundry? Especially when you know I’m coming back home,” the person chastised as you watched them lift Natasha’s shirt from the floor. “I do love this shirt though, Natasha used to have one just like it, I didn’t realise you both had one-”

Wanda’s eyes met yours and then her attention waivered to Natasha. “Hi Natty, it’s nice to see you,” Wanda smiled before she turned her attention back to you. “I’m serious about the laundry though, it drives me nuts.”

Natasha wasn’t often confused about many things, but the dynamic of you and Wanda was definitely one of them, until realisation hit her. You don’t live alone. This wasn’t just your house. How could she have missed all the signs? The heels by the door; The numerous amount of sitcom boxsets; The multiple plants scattered around the downstairs windows. None of that screamed you but it did scream Wanda.

You let out a sleepy grumble as Wanda dropped her mission bag onto the chair and Natasha swallowed thicky as she lifted her eyes to glance at the brunette. Jade green eyes met emerald but Natasha quickly averted her gaze embarrassed that the two of you had been caught by your best friend.

“Good mission?” You questioned gently, your eyes focused on the younger redhead in front of you as she walked over to your side of the bed. Wanda nodded in agreement to your question, taking a seat on your side of the bed. “It was okay. I missed you a lot though,” Wanda pouted as she leant forward to capture your lips in her own in a passionate kiss.

Oh! Oh.

A small gasp from Natasha caused the two of you to pull away. Wanda glanced Natasha up and down before her teeth claimed her bottom lip and she started to discard of her outside wear, focusing on Natasha’s sleep clothes and the dark markings you had left across her body. “You look cute in my shorts, Natty. But enough about that…I guess I missed out on your fun, my love. What a pity, I’d have loved to had the chance to play.”

“Just a tad too late, but I told you it would be me she came home to first,” you boasted, ignoring the eyeroll your girlfriend gave you.

“Wanda I’m so sorry, I’m so so-” Natasha stammered when she interrupted the two of you and she started to fight your grip to get out of bed. You tightened your grip on Natasha’s waist to keep her cemented in her spot next to you. A small whimper vibrated in the back of Natasha’s throat as she finally took in the full presence of the younger witch, now noticing she was a redhead herself.

“Shhh Natty, it’s okay,” Wanda interrupted, clambering over you to sit in front of Natasha and gently hold her trembling hands. Natasha’s eyes flickered between the two of you and you gave her a sleepy smile. “I know about the time that you and Wanda had a thing, princess, and it’s okay. Me and Wanda both talked about each of our times with you before, and during, the time we’ve been together.”

“We both knew it was only a matter of time until you came back to one of us,” Wanda interrupted. Natasha swallowed thickly, still confused about the certain predicament she had found herself in and Wanted tilted her head slightly before she moved one of her hands to cup Natasha’s cheek. “I was sure it was going to be me, but Y/N was adamant it would be her. Either way, we both knew we wanted you to come home. Both of us ready to welcome you back to us with open arms, we’ve missed you.”

Another small whine left Natasha as Wanda’s thumb ran across her bottom lip and it took everything in her self control to not suck Wanda’s digit into her mouth as she used to do. Wanda gave a small smirk, but that was replaced by a gentle smile as she leant closer to Natasha to the point that she could smell Wanda’s cherry chapstick. “Stay with us.”

The invitation shocked Natasha. You had literally just cheated on Wanda, with her, but here Wanda was inviting her into staying with the two of you-

“Come back to earth, Natty,” Wanda gently chastised. The Russian turned her attention back to Wanda and you smiled as you watched the two. Natasha leant into the redhead’s touch and slowly rubbed her cheek against Wanda’s palm, a lazy smile stretching across her features.

“You mean it be the three of us, here, together?”

“Exactly,” you confirmed, each of your hands resting on the bottom of both woman’s back. “I mean, I know we would have to help you sort out the Bruce situation, but we don’t mi-”

“I left him.”

Wanda chanced a small glance at you, her lips pursed in concern but you just gently shook your head and turned to let Natasha finish speaking. Natasha’s free hand raised to wipe the tears that had started to fall, but Wanda beat her to it with the pads of her thumbs.

“I-I we, um, I just wasn’t in love with him…I don’t think I ever was. I was in love with the stability, the idea of not being judged for who I was. All I could think about the whole time we were together was the two of you, but I thought it was just because I missed you both, even just as my friends…but now I think it was much more than that.”

Wanda sent you a quick glare when she noticed a cocky smile on your features, knowing that you were right about Natasha never wanting anyone but you two, and you quickly masked the look as to not get in trouble with your younger girlfriend.

“We’ll always be right where you want us, Natasha. We swear,” Wanda promised.

Wanda focused back on Natasha’s eyes, giving her a gentle smile, before she firmly pressed their lips together and pulled Natasha into her lap.Natasha quickly melted into the affection, kissing Wanda back desperately, and you smiled at the two before you manhandled them both into your lap. Each of the duo let out a surprised yelp before Wanda rolled her eyes and Natasha giggled sleepily. With a snap of her fingers, Wanda was left in just her underwear, ready to go to sleep, and Natasha’s eyes couldn’t be torn away from the youngest of the three of you.

“Missed me, huh?”

Natasha flushed a deep red at Wanda’s teasing, before quickly hiding her face in your neck, and Wanda curled tighter into her side. With Natasha laid in the middle it made it easier for you and Wanda to cuddle her whilst holding each other’s hand. The tracing of patterns on the bottom of their backs slowly started to lull them to sleep, their breathing becoming heavier but steady.

“I’m happy you’re both home,” you murmured tiredly, fighting off the urge to yawn loudly.

“I’m happy to be home too,” Wanda yawned, her head in the crook of Natasha’s neck.

“I’m never leaving again, I promise. I love you both too much,” Natasha muttered confidently, shuffling down the bed slightly to be wedged tighter inbetween you and Wanda.

“We love you too, Malyshka,” Wanda declared with the softest tone of voice. You nodded in agreement before stating your own promise. “We’ll forever love you,” You smiled tiredly at Natasha, beaming more at the smile that appeared on her face when you and Wanda both kissed her cheeks before you all settled down to finally fall asleep.

It might have taken longer than originally planned, but you were happy to finally have both of your favourite girls. Things could only get better from here.

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REMINDER THAT THERE WILL BE NO SECOND PART!

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