On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen
(Elizabeth Olsen x Female Reader)
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Dark Maroon - A Collection of Dark Marvel Women One Shots - All 18+
Short n' Sweet - A Collection of Real Person One Shots/Ficlets - Some 18+
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This Is Me Trying - (A Y/N Parker Spider-Woman X Kate Bishop Story)
Vampire Things
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Because Of You
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Ups and Downs
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
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Part One
Part Two
Gamer!Wanda
First things first... just be nice!! If you're here I assume it's to read fan-fic just like the rest of us.
I typically only write fem!reader and gn!reader only.
I will write smut, angst, fluff (we all need it) age difference tropes, fictional step-cest, and more.
Hard NO's - What I won’t write is pedophilia, scat play, incest.
If you have ANY questions about what I will and won't write please message me. It's honestly just too much to write it all here.
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No Powers AU (Female Reader X Sylvie Laufeydottir)
Summary: When a blonde needs your help, you end up with something more.
Word Count: 1.7K
Content: Gross Loki but fluff otherwise :)
It had been a rough couple of months for you.
You paid too much for a small apartment in the city while working at a barista job that paid too little.
Your aunt, who practically raised you, was now sick states away, and your younger sister, who swore she would never settle down, had apparently found the person of her dreams.
You wouldn't say you were depressed, but with winter turning into spring, you couldn't call it seasonal anymore.
So, with the first Saturday in a minute to hit a reasonable temperature outside, you decide to take a walk around your local park. It had a small lake with benches and swings. Plus, there was a coffee shop that was actually better than yours nearby.
"Bye, Frances!" You whispered as you petted your American Shorthaired cat, who wasn't even your fan, before leaving.
Your dirty Vans hit the sidewalk as you adjust your baseball cap and put in your AirPods. Just because you were out and about didn't mean you wanted to talk to strangers. You just need fresh air and to feel the sun's warmth on your face.
About three-quarters of the way through your favorite artist's new album, your left airpod died. You could've sworn you charged them, but then you thought harder about it and couldn't remember the last time you charged the case...
You parked yourself at a bench and set down your hazelnut oat milk latte to pull out the dead airpod case and stuffed both AirPods into it.
More people passed by the longer you let yourself rest against the wood of the bench. It was nice, and you found yourself smiling. Especially when you watched a labrador retriever with one eye steal a breakfast sandwich away from its owner. "Lucky!" The black-haired owner yelled before shaking their head and getting up—dog in tow.
You decided to give yourself a few more minutes before getting up to finish your walk. But before you could even think about moving once the time was up, a woman joined you on the bench. She was out of this world, stunning, out of breath, and spoke in an English accent faster than your brain could comprehend.
"Couldyoupleasepretendtobemygirlfriend?"
You blinked at her. "...what?" The woman whose blonde curly hair cascaded around her face scooted closer. "Love, play pretend, please." She didn't wait for you to nod or anything before her hand with green-painted nails slipped its fingers in between yours.
You practically froze as her hand warmed yours. Her touch was like a shock of life as you couldn't help but feel yourself. You turned your head to her, but she was too busy looking towards a tall man with slick back black hair. "Here he comes." She whispered as she turned back to you.
Jumping at how close you were.
"Sorry." You said to her, but she shook her head. "No worries, dear." She then shined her pearly whites at you.
Pink rose over your cheeks.
You hadn't had someone smile like this in... "Sylvie!?" You looked over. So that was her name? The man whom she pointed out earlier came closer to the bench.
Shocked to see her. Or was he?
The blonde, who you correctly assumed to be Sylvie, let the man borrow her attention as she turned her head away from your soft eyes. "Loki?" She said in a fake cheery tone as she squinted at the man as if he wasn't standing too close to comfort. "That is you!" She said while laughing, bumping her shoulder against you.
The man, Loki, noticed.
His smile dwindled. "Yes..." He awkwardly moved as he stood by your bench. "I thought I saw you but wasn't sure."
Yeah, I thought I saw you, so I followed you???
You thought.
"It's me." Sylvie once again shined her teeth, but you noticed how it wasn't genuine, like when she smiled at you. "I'm here meeting with my girlfriend." The blonde spoke up, and thankfully, Loki didn't see how your eyes widened.
Sylvie squeezed your hand. You took that as a signal to save her from doing all the talking. "Hi!" Your voice came out more harsh than gentle, surprising you and Sylvie.
But the blonde loved it. "I'm Sylvie's girlfriend, Y/N."
Loki finally paid you any attention. "Right..." The man said as he extended his rough hand to you, gripping it with force. Not happy with how his morning was turning out. "I didn't realize she was seeing anyone?" Loki said as he let go of your left hand. His eyes trained on you.
You gave him a smug smile. "Things just happen." You then turned towards Sylvie and gave a sweeping smile to her. "Don't they, darling?"
Sylvie bit her tongue before she clicked her teeth and gave a similar smug smile to Loki. "They do." Loki let out a frustrated breath that he covered up with a false grin. "Well then, how long has this been going on?" He wagged a finger between you and the beautiful blonde next to you. You should've let Sylvie answer, but you were honestly starting to already get tired of this man.
"Two months." You said, making Loki's eyes light up. "Oh really!?" Sylvie's hand squeezed yours, but you didn't look her way. You just nodded to Loki. "Yeah, why?"
The man pulled his eyes from you to Sylvie. "What about our dinner a month ago?" Sylvie cleared her throat. "That was just a dinner, Loki."
He seemed unconvinced. "And the kiss?"
One look at Sylvie, and you could tell she regretted ever giving this man the time of day—especially the taste of her lips.
Sylvie turned to you. She was lost and wasn't sure which direction to steer this conversation. Luckily for her, you grew up in a household where everyone lied playing cards, so you could do this.
It's called Poker Face for a reason.
"Sylvie didn't want to hurt your feelings, Loki." The man in the suit and tie looked at you and shook his head. "You expect me to believe that?" Oh, this man had one hell of an ego. "I do because it's true. Sylvie told me all about the dinner. She couldn't get out of it. She would've felt bad. This kiss was to lessen the blow when she ghosted you." You wet your lips. "I'm sorry."
The words sprung from you without stopping, and Loki's grin flattened with each passing line.
Sylvie finally tore her eyes from your side profile and looked up to Loki. "I'm sorry, but I could only say no so many times without you listening." That made you remove your hand from Sylvie and throw your arm around her.
She bit her bottom lip at your hold.
"So you two really are together?" Loki sounded sad as he still wasn't sure.
You nodded for the two of you. "Do you need more proof?" Loki didn't say anything as you rolled your head to Sylvie. She was already looking at you. Her eyes were indulging and calm as they stared at you. "Kiss me, Y/N." She asked of you.
Your eyes closed as your lips softly collided with hers. You tasted like your latte, and she tasted like honey.
The simple kiss between the two of you convinced Loki enough as he walked away when he saw Sylvie's hand reach up to cup your face. However, you melted even more and pushed your body into hers as your arm wrapped around her.
You two only stopped when the air became non-existent.
Your lips would be bruised tomorrow, but that didn't matter right now as Sylvie looked at you with a shocked smile before realizing Loki was gone. You didn't bother looking.
"I- I didn't mean for it to go that far," Sylvie said with a nervous smile. "I'm glad it did." You weren't going to be shy. "I enjoyed it. As long as you did?" Sylvie nodded before laughing, covering her face with her hands. "I did, and I promise you I don't do this regularly."
You laughed. "I would hope so, or my day is ruined." Sylvie nodded to your joke as her eyes found yours again. "Thank you for that, by the way. I saw him and panicked." You understood. "Well, it looks like it worked, so I don't think you need to worry about him anymore." Sylvie nodded. "Except now he thinks I'm in a committed relationship."
You hummed and found yourself looking at the art on Sylvia's shirt before you lifted your eyes from the blueberries on it. "I love the shirt."
"I love your cap." She said even if she didn't care about American sports.
You smiled. "So what should we do about the relationship?" Sylvie closed her mouth and thought. "You're from her, right?" She asked, confusing you slightly. You nodded. "I live here. Yeah. A couple of blocks that way." You pointed behind you.
Sylvie looked. "I suppose...." She turned to you. "We could get to know each other. If that's alright with you?"
A flutter happened.
"I think it's more than alright, Sylvie." You whispered as you found yourself closer to the blonde. She didn't mind. "Perfect, Y/N," Sylvie replied as she gave you one more kiss as a thank you.
"Now... are you busy today?" Sylvie asked as her lips left yours. "Not at all." Sylvie smiled. "I was thinking about hitting this bookstore nearby. Would you like to join me?"
"Of course." You spoke honestly and with more excitement than in months. "Great," Sylvie said as she rose from the bench and stuck her hand out to help you up.
The two of you walked beside each other and brushed shoulders as you crossed the street. The loud city being a friendly reminder in the background. You could see how uncomfortable Sylvie was. "I brought my AirPods if you wanna listen to anything?"
Sylvie quickly nodded as she hated how loud the city could be. "Here." You gave her the charged airpod as you stuck the dead one in your ear. "Is this okay?" You said as you clicked play on the album you were listening to prior. "Oh my god, I love this!" Sylvie shouted at you.
And just like that, maybe things weren't so rough for you anymore.
Especially when you and Sylvie didn't lie about being girlfriends anymore.
Also special thanks to @lesbianpizza for their help from time to time ❤️
Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff were stuck, and they knew it.
To be more specific, their marriage was stuck.
They loved each other deeply and cared for one another more than themselves. But between training, missions, and the workload of it all. They never ended up on the same page. Or together. In fact, it had been weeks upon weeks since Natasha had touched Wanda and vice versa.
So when week five turned into six. Both of the women felt like they were losing it. Wanda wanted to cry because Nat was across the globe while Natasha wanted to capture their mark and kill the man who made her miss her very spicy scheduled FaceTime call with her little Wands.
But here's where you come in.
You see. You've always been.. flexible. Open-minded.
And with a little download of a very specific new app and a background check using SHIELD encrypted servers led one wife... renting... you for the other.
But we're getting a little ahead of ourselves. So let's back it up a bit and show what happened before you pulled up to a lovely house in upstate New York.
"How's the job hunt going?" Your best friend and roommate Ava Starr asked, making you sigh. Truth be told, since your girlfriend up and left you five months ago for her coworker Jean. You haven't done much of anything. I mean, you cried and got angry and cried again. Got sad. Thought about adopting a cat. But didn't and then cried about not adopting the cat. On top of that, since your father's recent death, you've been coasting off his inheritance. But that money was slowly disappearing.
Hence, the job hunt.
"Oh, it's going.." You reply while you skim through Netflix before switching to Hulu, not satisfied with any of the options. Ava huffs from the kitchen before entering the living room and yanking the Roku remote from your hand, turning the TV off. "Hey!" You barely moved from your laying position on the couch.
Ava walks in front of you, making you eye level with her legs. "Did you use my razor? Your legs are looking better than normal." "Y/N!" Your roommate exclaims, making you look up to her. "Get up." You shake your head. "No."
"Y/N."
"I don't want to." Ava rolls her eyes at you. "Y/N. Now." You groan loudly and annoyingly before sitting up. "Child." Ava huffs at you before sitting right next to you. "Have you at least gone out?"
You know what Ava is getting at. The have you tried dating or hooking up? Question. "Tuesday night." You reply, making Ava furrow her eyebrows before she closes them. "Y/N. You and I went out for Chinese on Tuesday night!"
"I went out!" You whine. "With me. We're not dating!" Ava yells and pushes your shoulder lovingly. "We could."
"We could what?"
"Date." You wiggle your eyebrows as Ava laughs. "No. We couldn't. You're not my type."
"What to pretty?"
"Too annoying." She beat you there. "Besides. You know what I'm getting at." Ava gets up to check on her pasta. You let your body go limp and slide down the couch, forcing your sweatshirt to ride up, exposing your stomach. "Did you even try the apps I downloaded for you!" Ava yells from the kitchen. You mumble in response to her that she surprisingly hears.
"Maybe you just need something new," Ava spoke as she came into the room again with a bowl in her hand. "Maybe." You reply. "Where's your phone?" Ava asks as you slide back up the couch, pulling your shirt down. "I don't know somewhere ar-"
"I got it."
You shrugged as Ava typed in your password and searched through the App Store for you. She started asking you questions, but you were too focused on stealing her bowl of food to notice. She even slapped your hand away when you weren't being as sneaky as you thought.
"Oh, can it." Says your so-called best friend.
You sniffed loudly as she handed your phone back to you. "What is it?" You asked, looking at an empty profile of yourself. "I downloaded an app called hush. It's supposed to solve the two biggest problems you are doing nothing about. Basically, have sex. Get money."
You looked through the photos of the women on the app and felt your face getting warm. "How did you find out about it?" You asked, unable to pull your eyes away from a blonde woman named Carol. "I didn't. It was new. But the reviews seem to be nothing but praise. Plus, only women are allowed to use it. I think it connects to your phone account or something.. I don't know... I just signed you up and hit okay every time a thing popped up." That made you pull your eyes away.
"What if I'm signed up to have like my kidneys harvested or something!?" Ava shrugs at you and spins a forkful of noodles. "It'll be better than to hear you close and reopen Netflix fifteen times a night."
"You're being mean tonight."
"Only because I love you."
You got that right.
You flip through the profile and information tabs. "hush haven for under satisfied hores..?" You did a double-take as you read the words again. Ava snickered while watching you. "They spelled whores wrong." You pointed out, making Ava smack you on the arm.
"Okay, so once I upload my.. pictures.." You look to Ava, who nods along. "And select which category I'm in. Giver or Muse... Then it looks like I wait until someone swipes on me. And then the conversation can start.."
Ava sets her bowl of food down and leans over to help you. "Alright. Let's get to work." She states, forcing you to look at her dumbfounded. "But I was going to look through my.." "Nudes?" She cuts you off. "So what, dude? I've known you half your life. Grow up." Ava makes a point and grabs the phone out of your hand. You don't even try to fight because you get distracted by her pasta. Not wasting another second, you grab it and shove a forkful in your mouth.
"Hey!" Ava finally looks up from the phone. "Come on! I bought dinner on Tuesday." You claim, which Ava rolls her eyes at. "Fine." Ava goes back to your phone before she remembers. "Wait, no, you didn't! I did!"
It's a wonder how you ended up in the bedroom of Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.
As Ava and you set aside your food-related differences and finish setting up your profile. Across the globe, The Black Widow is sitting in a dingy one-bedroom flat waiting for her ride home after taking down an illegal arms operation.
When her phone rings, she expects it to be Wanda but gets disappointed when it's a bald one-eyed man. "Fury," Natasha says in a manner only she can to a superior. "Romanoff." He replies. "I see you didn't run into any trouble on your little excursion." He smiles, knowing Natasha isn't. "Just the usual. Wasn't even a challenge. I made one guy break his own arm just so he wouldn't have to deal with me."
Fury raises an eyebrow. "I'm sure he was more than happy to do so." Natasha shrugs. "Eh, I still pepper-sprayed him." Natasha leans back in the wooden chair she's in. "So what's the call for?"
"I got some intel on a dark web app called hushquietly launching. Don't know if it's legit. Don't know if it's not. But I figured while I got you waiting on a ride, you could help me out. What do you say, Romanoff?"
Natasha sighs. Nicks got her. "I'll let you know what I find."
"Appreciate it. Say hi to Misses for me when you get home." The line goes dead, and Natasha is left wondering about Wanda. Her smile. Her laugh. Her eyes. Her body. How much she misses her touch. How badly she wants to be with her right now. To feel her.
She dips her back and bites her lip before remembering where she was. "Goddamnit!" Natasha curses and storms off to gather her laptops and get to work.
Safe to say, over the next couple of hours, Natasha couldn't find anything on this so-called hush. The keyword existed but not in a way that would be important to SHIELD or The Avengers. Natasha even scoured the ligament app stores repeatedly, and nothin- "Wait a minute.." Natasha leaned forward and clicked on an app that she could've sworn wasn't there a second ago.
Once the app opened, it was apparent that this was not what Fury was looking for. But.. Natasha didn't stop... She looked over the fine detail of the signup menu and the tagline below.
"A special someone for your special someone."
She looked over the full name of the app before she made sure to think about what she was doing. The line between right and wrong was a little blurry. But the line in the sand was quickly drawn when Natsah's phone went off.
A text from her wife.
"I don't know when you'll see this, Milaya, but I just want you to know that while I think about you every day... right now, I'm thinking about you in a way that makes me cry because you can't fuck me."
Attached was a photo of her Sokovian in Natasha's favorite red lingerie set.
Natasha's fingers hovered over the keys to type a response before stopping herself and smiling.
Not too much later, a message was sent.
Natasha leaned back in her chair, smiling, sipping on a beer. On her laptop was every single thing she could find about you. When everything came up green, and the a-okay was given to Natasha's brain, she let you know your services would be required.
Natasha held her phone and double-checked that the cameras inside and outside the house were in working order.
They were.
"This should be fun."
Ding!
Your phone lit up with a notification from hush. It worked. Whatever you and Ava did worked. "Dude!" Ava looked at the message from a very hot redhead named Natalie. "You have to take this!" You paused your show and looked at the message. You barely skimmed it before you saw the price that was being offered to you. That made you go over and re-read everything Natalie sent.
"I told you the Halloween Catsuit picture would be a good choice!" Ava cheered as you clicked on the pictures of Natalie. You knew the pictures had to be of her. The app ran an algorithm that detected fake/ai photos. So, was Natalie like a model? Or just sculpted by the gods? What did they need you for?
But as you re-read the message for a third time. You still couldn't believe it.
"Hello Y/N,
I'm just going to cut straight to the chase. I want your services tonight for my wife, Wendy.
I'm away on business, and lately, I haven't been able to give my wife the satisfaction she needs. So, inquiring someone as beautifully stunning as you isn't a wrong place to ask. I'm willing to spend $10,000 for tonight's services and hoping we can bend the rules a little. If you accept, we will discuss more.
Hope to hear from you ;)"
You stared down at your phone, unaware of Ava reading over your shoulder. Your only focus was on three things.
1. Natalie wants you to fuck her wife.
2. She called you beautifully stunning, which means she's seen your pics, and that made you get very, very, very warm.
3. $10,000.
Your phone dinged again as a new message appeared while your brain was processing.
Okay, now there was one more thing on your mind.
Natalie's wife, Wendy.
"After this, I won't be able to send you anything else until you accept. So, with that in mind, Y/N, here's a picture of Wendy from Halloween last year. I thought you might enjoy this since you posted that very sexy Catsuit photo from Halloween. Anyways, cute, right? Just imagine what she's like when she is begging to be fucked like the slut she is."
The accept button was staring at you in the face.
After looking at a picture like that, how could you say no?
"She's gorgeous," Ava spoke up for the both of you. You just nodded before moving your lips. "She is." Then it dawned on you once again."Holy fuck."
Wendy's wife was about to pay you $10,000 to have sex with someone that you'd pay to hurl slurs at you. Not that you think Wendy would, but you get the point.
Natasha's phone beeped on the bedside table where she was staying. She leaned over, wearing nothing but a black t-shirt and bike shorts, having changed after Fury told her that her ride would be delayed.
Anyways. It wasn't Wanda or Fury messaging her.
It was you.
She smiled and felt the giddiness run through her body when she read the words: "I accept."
The money hit your account quicker than you thought possible. Seconds after you accepted Natalie's offer, the money was there.
Along with an address and Natalie's preferences for what you should wear for Wendy.
- No Panties
- Black Dress
- Black Tights
- Black Heels
- Peach Lipstick
You didn't know why it had to be peach lipstick, but when you asked Natalie, she told you to "ask Wendy."
Regardless, Ava and you couldn't believe it. You couldn't think that this was actually happening. That this was going to work. Which meant you couldn't believe that you had to tell Ava that she was right for once.
Luckily, Ava didn't let it get to her head.
(She did, especially because she just happened to have the peach lipstick you needed.)
Ava offered to drive you to the location typed in, in your maps app, but you've seen the way she drives, and you'd like to arrive in one piece, so you Ubered.
"Couple of minutes out." You messaged "Natalie".
Unbeknownst to you was that Natasha was already tracking you. Laying in bed, one arm propping her up, she watched a little dot, you, arrive closer and closer to the house she and her wife, Wanda, shared.
Natasha could imagine your face sprinkled with curiosity as the Uber made its way up the winding road that was their driveway.
Even better was the fact that Wanda knew nothing. After messaging her wife earlier, she had to be left to her own devices, which was nice and all, but Wanda was missing contact. Her vibrator and fingers could only do so much. She missed the touch of someone on her body. Lips on her own. Fingers in her hair. She needed it and more!
Badly!!
Wanda turned off the living room TV after not paying attention to anything for the last half hour and was ready to head upstairs when her phone started ringing.
Stopping in front of the stairs, she smiled. "Hi, baby!" Wanda giggled, hoping Natasha would be home soon. "Hi detka." Her wife replied. "How are you?" Wanda asked as she ran up the stairs to peel off her sweats she put on following her afternoon activities. "I'm good Wands. Waiting for my ride out. So I'll be home later than scheduled."
Wandastoppedmoving as her pants fell to the ground, revealing the red strap she put on earlier just for Natasha. "Oh.." The disappointment in Wanda's voice was evident. "Wanda-" "No, it's okay, Tasha. I get it." Wanda sadly took off her top and was about to remove the harness when Natasha's voice spoke up on speaker. "Stop what you're doing!"
Wanda froze her movement. "Don't take that off!" Natasha spoke again. "How did- cameras." Even though Wanda couldn't see it, her wife smiled. "Turn around for me, beautiful." Wanda took her hands off the strap and turned around to the camera in the corner of the ceiling. Smiling at it when she saw the red light glowing underneath it.
Natasha was watching.
"Was that for me?" Natasha smirked. "It was."Wanda grabbed the phone and walked around to the side of the bed, bringing herself closer to the camera. Leaning back so Natasha gets the full of view of her naked wife with a 7" red silicone cock.
"What was my little witch planning on doing with it?" Natasha asked, knowing full damn well. Wanda playfully rolled her eyes at the nickname.
"I think only good girls who come home are allowed to know," Wanda spoke as she turned around, showing off her big smooth ass. Working out with a spy has its benefits.
"So if I were there, you'd do something about it?" Natasha asked while her eyes watched your dot stop right in front of the house. Your Uber leaving. Wanda still having no idea.
Wanda sat on the bed, smiled, and stared at the camera as she started moving her hand up and down the shaft of the cock. "Yes." The Sokovian spoke.
Nat bit her lip as the ring camera went off. The noise and notification alerting Wanda as well. "Is that you?" She looked up to the camera, asking. "No, baby. It's not. But it's for you, my Wendy."
Wanda turned and grabbed her phone, confused. "For me? Wendy-" The alias made Wanda remember times before the I Do's. "Natasha, what did you do?" Wanda was about to take her strap off yet again when Natasha commanded her not to.
"Keep it on. But on your pink robe. She'll explain everything detka. I'll call you in a bit. I'll be watching on cams."
With that, Natasha hung up and left Wanda in their bedroom, horny and confused about what her wife had in store. She turned her head and saw the red light still on. Okay. Wanda thought. Let's see what this is. She ran to the bathroom and slipped on her pink-colored robe before making her way downstairs.
On the front porch, you felt sillier and sillier. The doorbell had gone off twice, and no one had come to the door. You were about to call it quits and probably cry when you got home when your phone buzzed.
"She's coming, baby, don't worry."
If the term of endearment didn't make you blush, then the woman on the other side of the door would have when it flew open, revealing the woman from the photo sent earlier.
This time, instead of a Halloween costume, she was wearing a bathrobe. Her smooth skin was darker than in the photo, and the picture you saw didn't do her eyes justice. Standing before you, you could see pools of emeralds she had been blessed with. Her freckles and moles danced across her body, making you look everywhere before you focused up and smiled as she did the same. "Hi." She softly spoke.
Her slightly accented voice makes you want to scream without the s.
"Hi." You smiled like an idiot, even extending your hand like one, too. "Y/N." Wanda smiled at your cuteness. "Wendy." She said, knowing you'd believe it. "So what do I owe the pleasure, Y/N?" Wanda stepped onto the front porch, coming closer to you. She was now at your level. A bit shorter than you, thanks to your heels.
The step down made her cock jiggle, not that you saw. You fumbled over your words, making Wendy smile and giggle. You froze and let a heatwave run over your body. That giggle of hers, you'd do anything to hear it again.
"Try again, sweetheart."
The pet name should've clued you into the fact that maybe Wendy already knew what you were doing here, but it didn't. You just smiled and started speaking while trying not to get lost in her eyes.
Oh, Tasha, she's so cute. Where did you get this one?
While you poorly explained the events that led you to having an app placed onto your phone, Wanda decided to look you over discretely.
Natasha dressed you. If the black on black on black wasn't a giveaway, then the peach lipstick would've been.
Wanda smiled as she watched your kissable peach-covered lips move. She was going to have fun with you.
Wanda's eyes quickly moved up your body again past the black heels that you'd be in all night and up your legs. Your dress stopping not even mid-way down your thighs.
Wanda was highly aware of what all of this meant.
"...so then, after seeing that cute costume, I accepted. I must say you're much more beautiful in person. Natalie didn't do you justice." You rambled, and Wanda picked up the name Natasha was going with. "Why thank you, Y/N." Wanda smiled before opening her mouth again.
"I know you said this was your first time using this.. app.. but have you ever done something like this?" Wanda needed to know. You slowly shook your head, and Wanda had to do her best to keep her lips from spreading into a wide smile. "Good." She said. "Good."
You watched Wendy look you over once more. "You look stunning, Y/N. I'm lucky to have you tonight." You opened your mouth in shock. "No, Wendy, believe me. I'm the lucky one." She smiled at you before turning around and opening her door wide for you to follow her in. "We'll see."
Natasha watched you follow her wife inside on the ring camera and slowly moved her hand over her clothed pussy, still wet from when she saw Wanda's cock.
Your heels were loud against the hardwood floor of the modern house in the middle of nowhere. "It's beautiful." You looked around as you followed Wendy into a giant kitchen. "Thank you. Natas- Natalie and I designed it ourselves." Wanda quickly looked into the corner of the ceiling, the red light on.
"Could I interest you in anything to drink?" Wendy walked to the other side of the kitchen island. You were about to answer when you closed your mouth shut as your eyes landed on the woman's green eyes staring back at you. Her robe was no longer closed like it was moments ago. Instead, it was strategically open—a clear view of Wendy's side boobs and flat stomach. You could now pinpoint a mole on her left breast. You licked your lips as she leaned forward over the island. Her lower half was still a mystery to you as her boobs threaded to spill out.
"I- I-" You stuttered, forcing Wendy to lean up and smirk at you. "You really haven't done anything like this before. Aren't you adorable?" She said the second sentence under her breath, but you heard her.
That made your legs press together.
Through the laptop screen, Natasha smirked, too. Wanda and Natasha were always teaching each other things. But the ability to flirt and get what you want was masterfully taught to Wanda over the years. "You're doing so good, baby.." Natasha moaned as her finger brushed over her covered clit.
"Here, we'll start with some water." Wendy turned away from you, opening their fridge and pulling out a water bottle. She opened it quickly and set it down near her. "Come here." She spoke softly to you. You swallowed and made your way across the kitchen. The only noise in the house being your heels.
Wanda closed a drawer and placed a straw in your bottle as you stopped before her. Still unaware of the surprise under the robe. "I wouldn't want you to mess up your lipstick."
Not yet.
"Thank you." You awkwardly smiled and took the bottle from Wendy, who watched you drink it like a proud mother. "Good job." She whispered as her right hand pushed some of your loose hairs behind your ear. Her delicate fingers moved down behind your ears and to your neck. Stopping there. "Finished?" She asked as her other hand reached and grabbed the water bottle from you. You nodded as Wendy took a sip as well.
The cold contact from the water made goosebumps appear all over Wendy's body.
Wanda gasped and had a giant smile form as her nipples became hard and brushed up against the robe concealing them. Her eyes pierced through you as you smiled back at her. Your eyes quickly moving up from Wanda's cleavage. "Y/N?" She asked, setting the water down. "I'd like to ask a couple of questions that maybe my wife didn't ask or maybe things she already knows. If that's okay?"
You nodded.
"I like for you to speak when spoken to Y/N." Wendy gently but sternly reminded you as she ran her cold hands over your dress down to your hips, where she kept them in place. "How old are you?"
"25." You replied, making Wendy's face light up. "Wow. Still so young.." Wendy bit her lip. "Do you have a girlfriend?" You shook your head, earning a squeeze on the hips from Wendy. You did your best to hold in a moan but lightly failed. "Speak up, baby." Wanda teased.
"No girlfriend." Wanda smiled. "Good girl. Boyfriend?"
You quickly shook your head and told her no, making Wendy laugh. "Even better, detka.." She whispered as your breath became more erratic. "Safe word?" She asked.
You shook your head before speaking up. "Never had one before." For a split second, Wanda felt bad that you never had one, but her eyes sparkled with wild thoughts. "Mango. That's the word we'll use." The older woman decided. "Don't be afraid to use it either. It stops all actions and can keep you safe. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good girl."
Natasha watched as her wife's hands moved from your hips to behind your back, right above your ass. Wanda was slowly pushing more and more into your space. Your lower back up against the kitchen island.
"Come on, Wanda, show her the camera..." Natasha pleaded.
"You can put your hands on me," Wendy spoke as she watched your hands rise and fall. "Go ahead. Touch me." She looked up to you. You placed your hands on her shoulder, still covered by the robe. "Are you nervous?" You both knew the answer, but Wanda wanted to hear you say it. "Yes."
"That's okay." Wendy's eyes sparkled. "Pretty soon, you won't be." That made your stomach flip positively. You think. "Here..." Wendy quickly removed her hands from you and pushed herself away. Covering her body with the robe again and leaning on the counter a couple of feet away from you.
You wanted to whine at the loss of contact and the sight of her body, but you didn't. Instead, you looked shocked. "I'll start slow and help ease you. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good girl." Your cheeks went red again, but Wendy didn't stop to comment on it. "To help tonight go smoothly for you, I'm going to be honest." Wanda looked at the camera and back to you. "Wendy is not my name. It's Wanda. My wife is Natasha, not Natalie."
That definitely didn't help your nerves, but it made you feel better knowing that maybe they lied because for a good reason. "I trust you not to tell anybody about it tonight, so there's no harm in telling you our real names."
"Oh... okay. Is it a safety thing?" You asked as your nerves settled a bit. Wen-Wanda nodded. "Yeah. Something like that." You nodded back. "Will Natasha be mad?"
"She's probably a little annoyed as we're speaking, but come tomorrow morning, she'll be just fine. Don't you worry about her." Wanda scrunched her nose up at you as she took a step closer. You looked at her fondly as her eyes grazed over you. In a normal conversation, she's still a goddess.
How can she even be looking at me?
Wanda played with the large belt of her robe before letting the ends causally fall. You watch in one quick motion. Wanda slipped a shoulder out of her robe as she approached you. "Y/N.." She breathed out as you lifted your hand to touch her bare skin. The minuscule divots in your thumb smoothing over her shoulder. "Yes.." Your voice lost itself as you felt a yearning build deep within you.
"I want you to look at me," Wanda commanded, watching your eyes find hers.
She took a step towards you. "Y/N, in the corner of the ceiling, there is a camera with a red light on under it. That's Natasha. So I want you to say hi. Okay? Tell her that her wife is in good hands tonight. You do that, and you can touch more than just my shoulder... Is that something you want Y/N?" Before you can respond, she says:
"Because I want you to touch me."
Wanda bites her bottom lip and watches as you process this information. The two of you becoming wetter with every passing second. Especially when Wanda lays her left hand on the inside of your left thigh. "Tell her hi, baby.."
You close your eyes as the feeling of Wanda's hand on you burns, but it feels so fucking good. You turn your head and open your eyes to the red light in the corner. "Hi Natasha.." You pant as Wanda's hand rises. "Keep going." She says, like you're not struggling already. Fuck it has been a while since you got laid. "Your wife is in.. good hands t-tonight."
You turn back to Wanda, who surprises you by jumping into you and kissing you. You melt as your lips collide. A moan slipping through your lips. You inhale Wanda for the first time tonight and smell lavender. Her body falls on yours, and you wrap your arms tightly around her, pulling her closer, hoping to relieve the pressure between your legs.
But that's when you feel it and moan into Wanda's smirking mouth. "Wanda!" You moan again as Wanda pushes into you harder this time. "Oh, Y/N!" Wanda removes her lips from yours and sends them down your chin before latching onto your neck. Kisses slowly morph into bites and marks of territory.
After all, you were hers for tonight.
Natasha watches your breaths become ragged as you throw your head back and moan loudly. Natasha pants and moans her wife's own name as she slides two fingers up and down her wet clit before slowly putting her middle and ring finger into her needy pussy.
"Oh, Wanda! Fuck!"
"Take my robe off!" Wanda looks up at you, detaching her mouth from your red collarbone. You nod and make work of the robe before it falls to the floor, revealing Wanda and her heavenly body. You push her by her shoulders to get a good look at her.
Perfection. That is all that comes to mind.
"Natasha is lucky." You reiterate your point from earlier as you look down at her body. You're in awe even when your eyes land on the real surprise of tonight.
"Look at how wet you've already gotten it, Y/N."
You do, indeed, take a closer look and see that down the tip of the fake cock is your wetness. "No panties, baby?" Wanda asks in a voice that makes your brain short-circuit. You shake your head. "No panties, Mommy."
You, Wanda, and Natasha all went wide-eyed at that.
Your therapist is going to have more issues to work out next Thursday.
Wanda quickly recovered, unlike you, and took steps closer until she was right up against you like before. The tip of her cock sliding through your wet lips. Earning a visceral moan. "Just wait till later.." Her words hit your burning ears. You nodded and almost begged her to just fuck you right there, but Wanda placed her hands on your hands, stopping you from touching her. Her hips moving forward and back at a quicker pace as she placed kisses on your neck once again.
You couldn't process words, much less speak, at this moment.
You shrieked when Wanda bit you hard. You squirmed when Wanda's mouth didn't stop leaving darker marks than before. "Y/N.." She groaned. "I want you to thank Natasha for this." Your mouth hung open as the length of the cock continuously slid up and down your wet pussy. "Thank her for the both of us. Can you do that?" You wanted to say yes, but the feeling of pure bliss was coming, and you didn't want it to stop.
Neither did Wanda, but this was just light fun. This was the first phase.
Once you two made it upstairs, that's when the real fun would begin.
But for now, the hunping began to slow, as did Wanda's kisses on your neck.
She lifted her head and let go of your hands. Her cock remained still as she took her hands to your face. Pulling your chin down to look at her. "Don't make this difficult," Wanda warned you as you were coming down from your non-orgasm. You went to nod, but Wanda's other hand touched you. While Wanda's shaft was up against your thighs and pussy her fingers found your clit. Soaked and desperate for attention again, she slowly began circling it with precision.
"Look at the camera and thank my wife. Thank Natasha." Her pace increased, as did your breathing. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth.
"Thank-k.." Wanda's other hand reached your back and held you in place. "Keep going, Y/N."
"Th-thank you-u..." You moaned loudly. "Wanda!" "Don't stop!" Her middle finger was now helping you get closer and closer to the edge.
"Natasha-ah! Thank you!" You squealed as Wanda's fingers immediately left you. In an instant, your back slammed against the kitchen island as Wanda thrusted her cock against your clit. You stumbled in your heels and fell back onto the countertop. Your open legs and wet thighs on display for Wanda thanks to your dress riding up.
Wanda was in love with your body.
Meanwhile, you had yet to cum. You had never experienced something like this, and you were so thankful that it wasn't going to stop. "Come here." Wanda reached up and grabbed you by your wrists. Pulling you off the countertop and in front of her yet again. "Strip!"
You stumbled again as you tried to find your footing. Two times, you had been denied an orgasm, yet you couldn't help but feel a little shy and smile as you nodded and went to take your heels off for Wanda. But she stopped you forcefully, grabbing you by your arm. "Y/N.." She looked at your furrowed brows. "We talked about this earlier. I like for you to speak when spoken to Y/N." You nodded again. She was right. "I'm sorry."
Then, a smile appeared on Wanda's face. "There we go. But what else do we say? I'm sorry..." You tilted your head at her before it dawned on you. "I'm sorry, Mommy."
Wanda smiled wider and leaned forward to kiss you. "That's my girl. I'm sorry I had to grab you like that, but I want you to be good. Okay?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Okay. Now, I only want you to strip out of the dress. Keep the tights and heels on for me." You nodded again as Wanda pulled you away from the kitchen and island and more towards the open space of the giant room. Closer to the camera. "Do it here." She turned to you and waited for you to get to work. Once you started, a smile never left Wanda's face. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." She said again, making you blush. "Isn't she Nat?" Wanda looked up to the camera while she walked around you. Hand stroking her wet cock.
All thanks to you.
Natasha twitched as her wet fingers slid over her swollen clit. She smiled and watched your dress hit the floor. "She's adorable," Natasha spoke to herself. But Wanda knew. She also knew Natasha was going to thoroughly enjoy what was to come.
You weren't sure what to do. Well, you knew you wanted to have sex; no, sorry, that's wrong- You knew you wanted to be fucked by Wanda, but you were in no position to make demands or ask questions. Since you stepped foot into this house, Wanda was in charge.
And you didn't want to upset Mommy.
So your anticipation built over the next few seconds as Wanda stared at your body. You could see it in her eyes that she was fascinated with you, which was nice. It felt terrific. But all you wanted was her touch again. To actually feel her again!
So when Wanda stepped right over your dress and put her hands on your body, you let out a moan just for her. Your thighs clamped together just as her lips found their way to your nipple, sucking it into her mouth, biting your breast. Her left hand landed on your other boob. Her fingers trailed to push it up and take it into her hand. Groping you. The rough feeling sending waves of pleasure all over your body. Her other hand found its way to your hip bone. Kneading and pulling you close. Forcing your wet thighs to push up against her cock. Begging for an opening.
You rolled your eyes back and spread your legs for Wanda's cock to slide right in and over your core. Both of your stomachs slamming into one another, making you put your hands on Wanda's back. Pulling her close. "Someone's desperate." She chuckled as you squirmed and nodded.
You wanted it so bad.
But you were denied once again as Wanda began to pull back. You immediately refocused your eyes and looked down at Wanda with a plead stuck in your throat as she lifted her mouth off your boob.
"Does someone want to cum?"
You nodded. "Please." Wanda smiled at that and kissed your chest up to your neck. Her cock sliding up and down your pussy. "Not yet." You went to whine, but Wanda stopped you. "Not here. Let's go upstairs." You looked down at Wanda to make sure she was serious.
Wanda slowly pulled her long red silicone cock from in between your thighs and grabbed your hand to lead you. "We'll go slow. Just follow me." You nodded and slowly did follow Wanda.
No matter how close, your legs felt like jelly.
"What about Natasha?" You asked as you hit the first step. "You'll be seeing her soon," Wanda replied with a smirk you didn't see.
The same style used throughout the house continued into the bedroom, shared by the woman placing you on the soft bed and the woman somewhere else watching you through a camera.
It was cute, and it seemed to suit Wanda for the most part.
"That's Natasha's side," Wanda said as she came back to you from closing the bedroom door. You went to move, but Wanda stopped you. "Don't." Stern but gentle. You were picking up that that's how Wanda was. She was caring, giving, and someone who you could easily trust. But slowly, she showed you she can be strong, disciplined, and hard.
No pun intended.
"Scoot back a bit." You did as you were told and moved your ass away from the edge. Wanda sat down on the bed right next to you. You felt her soft legs brush up against your own, making you react. "You've been wonderful so far tonight, Y/N." Wanda's left hand started rubbing up and down your thigh. Your kegs spreading themselves open without being told. "See." Wanda brings her hand closer to your center. "You're so good. I know you can't wait to have my cock inside you, huh?" You rolled your head over to Wanda as your body begins to buckle as her hand brushes over your clit.
You have never been teased for this long.
"I can't wait, Mommy." You whine. Wanda smiles. "Thank you for being honest, baby." She leans into you and kisses your lips. Each kiss becomes shorter as your moans grow louder.
Wanda keeps her hand touching your wet folds, only stopping to grab your hand and place it on her cock. You freeze momentarily. "It's okay." Wanda breaths over your ear. "I just want to feel your hand jerk me off. Just for a bit, baby." Wanda kisses the side of your face and is happy when your hand slowly goes up and down her length. The action causing the inside of the strap to push up against Wanda's clit. "What's the safe word Y/N?"
"Mango."
Wanda hums. "Mommy is so proud of you." Wanda moans before her hand slips down, finally inserting two fingers inside you.
Through the camera in the corner, Natasha watches you moan the loudest you have all night. A smile on her face as the naked redhead flops her head back to her pillow as she works herself closer to another orgasm of the night. "Fuck her, Wanda. Make her your slut."
You continue pumping Wanda's cock as you feel yourself tighten around her fingers. You try not to, but you fall flat on your back as the pleasure is reaching its tipping point. "Oh god. You're so tight, Y/N! My cock is going to wreck that pretty pussy of yours!" Wanda is overjoyed at the sight of your body covered in sweat as her two fingers slide in and out of you. The faster and faster she goes, you shut your eyes tight as the pressure builds. You let out a vital moan as you feel the bed shift.
Wanda, getting up on her knees, moves her body closer to you. Your hand still on her cock lazily jerking her off as Wanda doesn't stop her assault on your pussy. "Is someone going to cum?" Wanda asks through ragged breaths as she's having just as much fun as you. Your mouth drops open, and you go to speak. But you just moan as your eyes roll back. "Going to cum for me, baby? Is my Y/N going to cum?" Wanda teases as her fingers curl inside of you. "Answer me." She demands but doesn't slow down.
"Ye-s! Momm- fuck!! I'm going to cu-mmm! I want cum so bad! Can I cum?!" The rest of the words get lost in your throat as Wanda pulls your legs back and has you spread so she can pump her fingers deeper into you. "You want to cum for me?" You rapidly nod as your brain goes dizzy. Wanda smiles as she runs her left hand through your hair before pulling the back of your head up. "Cum for Mommy!" That puts you over the edge. Your legs shake. "Holy fuck! I'm cumming. Oh my god! I'm cumming!"
Hearing your moans and pleas pushes Natasha to cum at the same time you do. A bliss-filled smile on her face as she removes her right hand from her center but keeps her left hand pressed on her throat until she's close enough to see stars.
She wonders if Wanda will do that to you tonight.
"That's it, baby." Wanda praises you as you come down from your high. Her fingers coated in you as she pulls out, making you whine at the loss. "It's okay," Wanda says, but when you look over, her eyes are on her hand. Not you. She also knows you're watching but doesn't pay you any attention as she slips her two Y/N-coated fingers into her mouth.
She moans and savors the taste of you.
She would never admit it, but you were almost more addicting than Natasha.
You tasted sweet, and Wanda wanted more. You watch her hand silently reach down to your spread pussy and slide the same two fingers between your folds. Careful not to brush past your clit.
She knew how sensitive it was at the moment.
You watch the finger shine in the bedroom's light before her tongue runs up the length of her middle finger before she finally looks at you. "Have you ever tasted yourself?" You shook your head. "No, Mommy." Wanda brings her fingers to you. "Open for me." You let your mouth drop open. Tongue flat as Wanda's fingers lay down on the pink bed. You close your lips and suck on her fingers.
A moan gets stuck in your throat.
You love the way you taste.
"I taste good, Mommy." Wanda smiles at you widely and nods. "Yes, you do, Y/N." She would like to think that she finger fucked you, dumb. Made you a submissive pet. To be hers. But Wanda doesn't know you.
She doesn't know how correct she'd be.
She doesn't know that you just had one of the best orgasms of what you're now realizing is a pretty bland, sex-filled life.
She doesn't know that something did happen when her fingers were inside of you. A switch got flicked on. Not only were you hers for tonight. But you wanted to be Wanda's for every night. You wanted more.
One app turned you into a dumb submissive little slut.
Your eyes dropped from Wanda's to see your hand was still on her fake cock. "Mommy?" You asked. "Yes." Wanda tilted her head with a smile. "I want more." You said, bringing your eyes up to hers. Both are blown out with lust. "I want your cock."
Wanda giggled, making it jump. "Where do you want my cock?"
Before you could answer, a cell phone started to ring. You knew it wasn't yours based on the ringtone and Wanda's reaction of looking in the corner at the camera. "Hold on." Wanda gently let go of your head and moved off the bed to her bedside table. Your lips curled into a smile as you watched her 7-inches jump with every step.
As Wanda picked the phone up, you looked over her body once more. You couldn't believe the natural beauty she had. Her body was yours to worship. Well, yours and "Natasha!" Wanda exclaimed purposefully.
You looked up at Wanda, holding her phone up.
FaceTime call, you thought.
You move your body slightly to lay more in the middle of the bed. Your head closer to the pillows than before. You try not to listen to Wanda and her wife's private conversation just in case it's important, but when "she's being such a good girl" gets said, you turn your head to Wanda, who is already looking at you. She winks at you, causing your stomach to flip and a giddy smile to appear on your face. "You missed her tasting herself?!" Wanda makes a gasping sound. "Tasha!"
"Give the phone to her Wands." Wandaobeys her wife, crawls onto the bed, and gives you the phone. On the screen is Natasha lying on a bed with her red hair sprawled out behind her. Her green eyes piercing you through the screen. She looks so fucking beautiful. More so than the photos on the hush. You see why her and Wanda are together.
It made a wave of jealousy wash over you before remembering the reason you were here.
You leaned up against the pillows as Natasha looked over your face. You quickly peered over the phone to see Wanda on her knees in front of your center. You smiled and wrapped your legs around her. Her mind getting the message, bringing her hands up and down your thighs. Just her touch was enough to make you hold in a moan.
"You've been doing so well, Y/N," Natasha told you. "Thank you." You shyly replied. "Don't be nervous just because I'm here now."
"You were always here," Wanda added, making Natasha wave her off. But only you could see it being in a smile to you. "Mommy says you taste sweet. Do you agree?" It'sthenthat you notice Natasha's right arm appears to be moving out of frame from the camera.
Natasha was fingering herself to you.
And she called Wanda Mommy.
"Yes, I do. Mommy's right." That made Natasha buck against herself, and you felt pride in making that happen. But your face of pride quickly disappeared when you felt Wanda's cock rub up and down your wet pussy. The tip sliding across your clit. Her movement growing faster. "Wand-mommy!" You moaned.
"Daddy just wants to see you taste yourself."
Daddy? But before you could question what you already knew, Wanda accidentally pushed half the length of the cock into you. Making you scream in pleasure because you and your pussy needed it.
You held tight to the phone as Wanda didn't give you time to adjust to the size before she started pulling back out of you. Your body practically going limp as you tried your best to remain strong for Mommy. And Daddy. "Take it, Y/N. It's okay. It's okay!" Your eyes focused back to Natasha as she wore a smirk. You nodded and saw Wanda smile.
"Come here." Wanda pulled out of you and reached down to place her hands on your arms. "Trust me, baby." She spoke softly as she started pulling you onto your black, tight, covered knees. You didn't realize that she grabbed the phone away from you in the process.
Wanda held onto you as she moved to the edge of the bed. She slid off to stand straight up but kept you on it. That's when you realized. With an arch of the back and on your knees, you were face to face with Wanda's cock. The very same that's covered in you.
"Go ahead." You looked up to see Wanda and the phone looking down at you. "See how you taste on Mommy's cock." Daddy said. "I-" You started to speak but stopped. Feeling a little embarrassed. "Have you never-" Wanda started but stopped when you spoke over her. "No, I have! It's just been a long time." Wanda's eyes soften. "I'll be gentle. Remember the safe word?" You nodded. "Mango."
"That's right, baby. Mommy will take good care of you. This is just for Daddy. Okay?" You nodded once again. "Okay."
"She's so good for you," Natasha said to Wanda as you got closer to her cock.
Just like with Wanda's fingers earlier, the fake cock showed how wet you had gotten it in the light of Mommy and Daddy's bedroom. You looked up to Wanda and Natasha. The former gives you an encouraging smile.
You reached your hand out to the cock and began stroking it before bringing your mouth to the base. With your tongue flat against it, you licked up from the bottom to the top. The ridges and feeling of it made you smile as the taste of your own wet pussy landed in your mouth. "Oh god." You heard Daddy moan.
You repeated the process again and again to ease yourself into the act. Soon enough, the tip of the cock was entering your mouth. "Let me know when it's okay for me to move Y/N." You looked up to Wanda and nodded as you pushed another inch into your mouth. Thankful for Wanda choosing now to be extremely kind.
You pulled your mouth off the cock and let a string of salvia fall to your chin. Wanda's hand was quick to wipe it away. "You're doing so good. Daddy is proud of you." You smiled widely and started stroking the cock faster as your mouth sank lower onto it. You gagged, of course, but that didn't stop you. You simply swallowed and kept pumping Wanda's cock into your mouth. Your tongue running up and down it as the cock felt good against your soft lips.
When you reached the halfway point, Wanda placed a hand on your head and started to move her hips.
"Mommy's getting a little restless, Y/N."
With the cock still in your mouth and tears welding in your eyes, you looked up to see Wanda with her head thrown back, pushing the cocking further into you. "Oh fuck." Wanda exclaimed, making you moan at the sight before gagging again. "Baby, it feels so good on my clit. Oh my god!" Wanda moaned as the vibrations from your gag had her hands tighten in your hair. "Don't stop, Y/N!"
You weren't going to. If Wanda was going to cum you wanted to be the one to do it.
Determined, you brought a hand up and placed it on the back of Wanda's thigh, pushing her more into you. The cock sliding down your throat. "Oh baby, you're such a fucking slut!" Daddy spoke through her own moans as she watched her wife fuck your mouth. Wanda nodded in agreement and started pushing your head onto the strap.
The sounds of the wet cock, your gags, and the three of you moaning being the only thing to fill the room.
You made sure to push the base of the strap with every jerk you gave it, so it made Wanda buckle. Her moans and breaths becoming inconsistent. "Keep going, Y/N! Make her cum! Make Mommy cum!" You could hear Natasha's fingers rapidly fucking her pussy. You swirled your tongue around the shaft and moaned one last time before you pulled your head back. Letting the cock slide down your tongue out of your mouth. Coating your chin and chest as salvia dripped off of it.
You swallowed what you had left in your mouth and brought your hands up to Wanda's strap. You began to jerk it off, staring straight up at the camera. "Daddy, I want you to cum too. I want you to cum for me. I want you and Mommy to cum all over me." You acted like a slut for the two of them.
Natasha knew it couldn't happen, but goddamn if she wouldn't shoot loads all over that pretty face of yours.
Meanwhile, Wanda had her eyes on you again. Blown out and fully aware of the orgasm she was about to have. The center of the strap pushing back into her pussy and clit was enough to take her to the edge. But you. You on the bed, jerking her off.
That's what made her cum. Her green eyes looking into you. "Don't stop, baby. Don't stop, Y/N! Oh my God. Oh-ooh, my God!!!" Wanda gripped your hair harder than ever before as her eyes rolled back. Fingers holding your skull still.
The inside of the hardness ruined as she came.
At the same time, hearing her wife moan your name. Moan for you. Natasha came. Natasha came for you.
You sat on the bed as Wanda held you still. You were in awe as you watched Wanda start to come down from her climax. Her body was now in a glow of sweat that made her look sexier than ever. The grips on you loosened. For a split second, you swear you saw her green eyes turn red. But when she looked in your direction, you saw how soft they were. She smiled. You smiled back and got up on your knees. You grabbed the phone as it was about to slip from Wanda's hand. When you looked, you saw Natasha still recovering. "You did so good." You said to both of them, but mainly Wanda, in a hushed tone before pulling her close to you, and with Natasha watching, you kissed her wife on the lips.
She responded by pushing her lips into yours and putting her hands on your body to steady herself from almost falling.
Jelly legs and all.
"Let's get me out of this." You nodded and giggled as she did, too. With help from Natasha on the other end of the phone propped up on her bedside table, the harness finally fell to the floor.
Wanda sat back down on the bed and pulled your body in between her legs. With you still in your heels, her face was at eye level with your stomach. Her hands placed themselves on your ass, moving them up and down as her pink lips started kissing your stomach.
You blushed hard as not everything about tonight was new, but this was. This was intimate and special. And you couldn't do anything but love it. Your cheeks became more pink as you grew wetter with each kiss and lick Wanda's mouth left on you. Your hands placed themselves on her head. This time, it was your turn to run your hands through her hair.
You moved back a bit, but to place a kiss on top of Wanda's head, this made the older woman look up at you.
She reached up and pulled your chin down. A gentle kiss placed on your lips. "Come here." She whispered as your body fell onto the bed with hers.
Legs quickly become intertwined as her arms wrap around you. Her mouth immediately attaches to your collarbone as your breath moans into her ear. "Thank you." She moans as your hands grab onto her sides. "Thank you for tonight, Y/N."
You shake your head and kiss her forehead, making her look up at you before you kissed her face and lips. You never want to stop doing that. "No, Wanda.. thank you and Natasha."
You looked into each other's eyes. You realized another thing about tonight right then and there. A one-night stand or a relationship never made you feel how you felt in this moment.
Wanda had only ever felt this way about one person before.
Natasha watched the two of you and smiled. She succeeded in her mission for her wife to have a night like tonight.
Come morning, that app would be off your phone, and there would be no need for Natasha to ever use it for you again—and Vice versa.
Natasha watched you lean down and kiss Wanda's collarbone. Slowly working your way to her chest, kissing over her little moles and freckles. Wanda smiled and moaned at certain spots. "Y/N?" She said, looking down at you. "Yes?"
"I want you to take off your heels and tights."
You looked down and back up. "Are you sure?" Wanda nodded, yet you still looked at the phone for Natasha's confirmation. "Do what she says, detka." You sat up on the bed as the two watched you.
"What does detka mean?" You asked as you placed the right heel down. Wanda took the question. "It means baby, honey, sweetie. It's a term of endearment." You made an "ah" noise and took off your tights. "Any other questions?" Wanda teased.
That made a lightbulb go off. "Yeah..." You briefly looked at Natasha, who looked sleepy (probably due to the 4 orgasms she had) before looking at Wanda. "Nat- Daddy made me wear peach-colored lipstick. Why?" You were now fully nude for the first time tonight, making you feel free and closer to Wanda.
Just like she wanted.
You got on your knees and crawled your way up to the bed before flopping back down into the position you were in earlier. Your legs intertwined with Wanda. Arms around one another. Face to face. Wanda kissed you. "That's a good question." She laughed. "You see... before Natasha and I said the I Do's. We were more open.. kinda like this.." Wanda rubbed her hand up and down your back. "Natasha would bring home pets, toys, and pretty girls like you." Wanda smiled at the memory. But her eyes focused back on you. "And do you know what they always wore?"
"Peach." You responded to Wanda's praise.
"But don't worry, Y/N." Wanda pushed her head closer to you. To lay it on your shoulder. "None of them were ever like you." She kissed your shoulder. You kissed her head.
You two sat in silence for a moment before Wanda disrupted it. "I want to cum one more time." She spoke in a hushed tone. You nodded. "Okay." You replied because you would be stupid not to.
Wanda untangled herself from you and looked back at Natasha and the phone. Only to see her wife passed out. Wanda let out a small chuckle before moving Natasha to the phone charge. Keeping the call active.
Wanda lays back down and motions you over. Her pearly white show themselves as you place your legs over her. Half your body on her—half on the bed.
You begin to kiss Wanda as softly as possible. Almost as slowly as you are soft, you drag your hand across her skin. You feel the goosebumps your breath against her face sends across her body. Wanda moans another kiss into your lips as her hand places itself around your wrist, directing you to feel how wet she is. "It's for you." She says into your ear before shrieking because of the bite you place on her. It didn't hurt her. It was just surprising.
Truth be told, you just wanted to leave a mark.
But the mark you would leave behind isn't one that's visible.
You moan into Wanda as you slip your fingers inside her for the first time tonight. "You're so tight." Wanda whimpers as you don't slow. "Please keep going!" You push her one leg to the side with your knee so she can spread her pussy for you more. "Right there! Right there!"
Wanda wraps her arms around and holds on as you curl your fingers, hitting her spot. "Don't stop. Oh my god! Y/N Please Don't!" Wanda's mouth drops before slamming shut as the point is approaching. "You wanna cum?" You ask as you stare at her with her eyes closed shut. "Wanda wants to cum?"
This was your first time in the bedroom calling her Wanda.
She opens her eyes, shocked, but her face is flushed and red. Contorting as she is close. "Yes Y/N! Please let me cum!" She looks at you, pleading. "Moan into me as you cum. You can cum baby. Okay? Cum for me, Wanda. It's okay!" You and Wanda crash your lips into one another as she tightens around you. She smacks your thumb away from clit as she cums. Your fingers become coated in her, and you feel like you've just won the lottery. "That's it. That's it! Ride it out." You coax her and leave a trail of kisses across her forehead.
Her tight hold that her arms have around you loosens. Delicately, you pull your fingers out of her. Wanda winces and sighs at the loss of you. But is overjoyed with what just happened.
"Have you ever tasted yourself?" You ask, half teasing, half not. "I have." You bring your fingers closer to your mouth, but Wanda's hand grabs your wrist. "But not from you." Before you can protest, your fingers are in her mouth. Her tongue runs over and in between your two fingers. Moaning at the taste. Because of you.
Wanda pulls your fingers out quicker than you'd like. "Well?" You ask, but instead of an answer, Wanda leans into you and puts a hand on the back of your head to keep you in place as she French kisses a mixture of you and her into your mouth. Your stomach erupts with butterflies as you taste Wanda. Both of your moans are muffled in each other's mouths. You continue to make out with one another.
Eventually, you two swallow and come up for air but find each other still in the same position even after silence, and your lingering touches are the only thing.
"Wanda..." You open and close your mouth. Unsure of what to say.
You look down at Wanda, whose head has fallen onto your arm, and see her with her eyes closed. Her breathing slow. She's fallen asleep. You peer over to the plugged-in phone and see Natasha the exact same as before. You don't want to disturb Wanda, and as much as you want to stay and help clean up. She's asleep, and she's not yours. Tonight, you were her's.
But tomorrow, she would not be yours.
Plus, as much as you'd want to have... this... be your life. You can't. Natasha paid you to do a job, and you did it...
With a heavy heart, you begin to untangle and move Wanda. It's not easy at first. It's like once she falls asleep, she has dumbbells attached to her. But eventually, you move and place her in a more comfortable position.
You scoot yourself to the edge of the bed and pick up your heels and tights. You look for your dress before remembering its in the kitchen downstairs. You make your way to the door of the bedroom and unlock it. Opening it, surprised to find out it doesn't creak like every door in every house you've ever had. "Huh." You open it wider and look back just in time to see Wanda crinkle her nose in her sleep and flop onto her side. You smile at her cuteness and pull the light switches down.
Yeah, they have that kind.
You close the door, but just before it closes, you take one last look at her figure lying on the bed, next to it on the table Natasha. You both give them a smile and shut the door.
Lucky for you, Wanda didn't turn out the kitchen lights, so instead of stumbling around in the dark, you find your dress on the floor easily. After tossing it into your hands, you begin to locate your phone. But for the love of God, you can't recall where you had it.
Your heels click as you walk from one side of the house to the other- "Y/N?!" You scream, jump, and almost break your ankles because of the voice from behind you. "Wanda!" You exclaim as you come down from your fright.
"What are you doing?" Wanda asks as she rubs sleep out of her eyes. "Me?! What about you? You're supposed to be sleeping?!" Wanda looks you over with a frown on her face; she says: "Are you leaving?"
The way she says those three words made you look at her like you just broke her heart. "Wanda-" She shakes her head and steps off the last step in the stairs. "Don't leave." She walks up to you and takes your hand in hers. Ignoring the guilty look on your face. "Come on." She starts to pull you, making you stumble before you stop and remove your hand free. "Wanda, stop!"
The Sokovian turns around and looks at you with hurt written on her. "I don't want you to leave," Wanda speaks up. You go to open your mouth and fight that you have to. That you can't stay. You would tell her that tonight was one of the best nights you have had in a long time. You'd say that feelings are bubbling under the surface after one night with you and Natasha, so imagine what would happen if you stayed. You want to say that this was a job, and that's it.
In another life, you do those things.
In another life, it works out. In some, it doesn't.
But here. In this one. You look at Wanda and drop your dress, tights, and heels on the floor.
"Till morning."
"Till morning." She repeats.
That night, you fell asleep with your arms wrapped around Wanda Maximoff.
In the morning, when Natasha Romanoff arrives. She smiles to see that the cameras were right. You never left.
In case it wasn't obvious. Natasha wanted to keep you around. For her and Wanda. So when she opened the bedroom door to confirm that yes, you were still here. Cuddled up with her wife, Wanda. Natasha widely smiled.
"Moya Lyubov," Natasha whispered as she sat on the edge of the bedroom next to her sleeping wife. She brushed hair that had fallen onto her face. But it was no use. Wanda was a dead weight when she slept.
That you didn't know. Which is why it's a wonder how or why Wanda woke up when you were trying to leave last night.
But you woke up when you heard whispering. When your eyes peeled open, you smiled before remembering that you weren't supposed to stay over. But Natasha must've sensed or seen the panic on your face. "It's okay. I'm glad this happened. I wanted it, too." Natasha spoke as her eyes went from Wanda to you.
Natasha sat there as she just looked at you and Wanda. "So now what?" You quietly asked, unsure of what to do. "Now.. this..." Natasha gestures to the three of you. "Transaction is done." She smiles, hurting you. "Oh." You take a breath. "Okay." You go to move, but Natasha stops you.
"This one is done." She says with a smirk that you pick up on. "Oh.. okay." You say again but with a smile, making Natasha laugh. "But you'll have to use the app every time." But Natasha just shook her head.
You never used that app again after the first night.
After one week, Natasha and Wanda stopped paying you. After one month, you had two girlfriends. After three months, their home became your home.
So yeah, Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff were stuck at some point in life.
Ok everyone needs to listen to me when I say this was SO GOOD! I was actually expecting Wanda to do more with the strap but then without it we got to see the roles switch and get more intimate which was fucking amazing. That ending had me kicking my feet like a little nerd🤭
It has been four months since Pietro Maximoff was killed by Ultron.
In those months, no one had grieved more than his sister, Wanda Maximoff.
Between leaving the only home she'd ever known in the worst state it had ever been in—the culture shock of America. Testing, training, and above all else, trying to live free once again... it hasn't exactly been easy for the young woman.
Sure, the team, The Avengers, have tried to be there for Wanda. Steve acting as a mentor and trainer for her abilities. Sam there for a good laugh when he wasn't tracking down leads for Steve's missing friend. Clint becoming somewhat of an Uncle with trips to the farm to see little fat Nathaniel and is always there to help with any questions regarding her newfound home.
For instance, a few weeks after Clint got Wanda her first-ever phone, she was confused by words and phrases being thrown at her.
"Clint." Wanda, with her accent still heavy, approached the man who had an arm around his wife as the two sat in the living room watching some reality trash. Wanda secretly stayed up late and watched the night before. "Sam texted the chat and said, lol,what does this mean?"
"It means lots of love," Clint responded without a second thought, earning a slap on the arm from Laura. "Not it doesn't." "Yes, it does." He countered. "Wanda." Laura sat up. "It used to mean lots of love. But everyone uses it to mean laugh out loud nowadays."
While Laura's explanation correct. It confused the witch even more. She looked at her phone and back to Laura. "So when I wrote, Sam Clint mentioned he was going to work on the house today and show me how to tend the horses, but all he's done is sit on the couch for the last two hours. Is this normal? He thought I was joking?" Wanda states, deeply unaware of how insulting the text sounded to none other than Clint's one good ear.
However, Laura laughs hard as Wanda stands beside the couch with an awkward feeling around her.
Clint musters up the strength within him to let Wanda know that, yes, Sam thought she was joking and that maybe she doesn't have to be Avengers-level observant when on the farm.
"Anyways, Birdman clearly doesn't understand the amount of work I do, but he will during training on Monday." Clint winks at Wanda, who shrugs. "I guess." Wanda still a little lost answers, honestly.
"Here, why don't you come sit, and I'll get started on those chores." Clint has Wanda take his place while Laura gets ready to start lunch. "You okay, though, right?" The guy with the weapon choice of two strings and stick asks, earning a nod from Wanda.
Truth be told, Wanda was doing better today. She just kept getting lost in her thoughts. She was excited to be an Avenger. To help others. Fight for the greater good. Save people from a cold, abused life she had while with Hydra. But training was exhausting. Especially when her powers grew more and more each day, that just meant pushing herself further and further.
Sometimes it worked. Like when she could lift and move Steve several feet in the air.
But there were still setbacks. And those hurt Wanda. It made her feel small, like no one would trust her if she accidentally threw Vision just a little too hard into a stack of mats one more time.
Thankfully, Vision has an indestructible head.
But you see what I mean? These last four months haven't exactly been easy for the young woman.
"You start with Romanoff this week, right?" Laura asks as she enters the room again.
There was the last little kicker—the Black Widow.
Ever since the red jacket incident, the only women on the team haven't said, well.. anything to each other. But the two women knew why. Natasha intimidated the younger woman, while Wanda's powers frightened and angered Natasha.
Years of trauma and memories were pulled back to the front of Natasha's mind in a snap, and it destroyed her. Days after the fall of Sokovia. No one saw Natasha.
Days turned into two weeks before Steve was surprised to find her alone in the vast training room before sunrise. Knuckles and feet bloodied. However, she still didn't talk. And when she did, it was in Russian. Something the old man didn't know.
The only person on the team to know Russian. To be able to communicate with Natasha was playing host to the enemy from three weeks prior.
And then the witch was back in the compound. Everyone greeted her. Except one. Everyone showed her around. Except one. Everyone apologized and tried to make conversation about the rise and fall of Ultron. Except two. Tony and Natasha. But Stark is a story for a different day.
So those weeks turned into months, and Wanda and Natasha could be in the same room, but whenever the younger one opened her mouth, the older one would leave, not without a glare or longing stare of curiosity. Those became normal.
So when the question was asked. "You start with Romanoff this week, right?" Wanda started praying to everyone and anything that Natasha Romanoff wouldn't kill her.
_
Wanda and Clint step into the smaller gym reserved for Wanda's training. "Don't sweat it. I talked to her." Clint tried to reassure the enhanced individual, but what he says does the opposite. "Thanks, Clint." She manages to reply through a panic hidden beneath her smile. "Should I warm up-"
"You're late!" The booming voice of Natasha scares Wanda and Clint. "In the future, Clint, if I say I want Wanda here at 7, what time do you think I mean?" Clint rubs the back of his neck, realizing his fuck up. "6:30." Wanda gives Clint a crazy look as he hides his face. "So she's late," Natasha emphasizes. "You can go."
"But I thought I would..." His voice trails off as Natasha raises her eyebrow. She's in a mood already, and Clint doesn't want to end up on the inside of a punching bag. Again. "Good luck, kid. I'll see you later." Clint frantically leaves Wanda without any protection.
"Alright. Stretch. Let's go." Natasha doesn't give Wanda any time before she's already in the middle of the floor doing a pose Wanda has never seen before.
Wanda tried her best to follow suit, but she can't bend like Natasha can. Natasha knows this, too. For the last month since Natasha got the word she'd be training Maximoff, she started doing expert-level training poses three times a day. Even on the days when she was busy, she would find a way to excuse herself to train.
So, as Nat does her moves flawlessly, Wanda falters at every step. Making a smile crack onto the Russians' face. So the little witch needs more help than she thought. Excellent.
"Am I really going to be a pretzel when I'm doing stealth missions, or is this just to punish me?" Wanda complained 45 minutes after Clint left. "It's not called the pretzel." Natasha quickly warns, making Wanda roll her eyes. "Doing stretches like this will make you more nimble." Natasha stops doing her pose and lets out a big breath before standing up in front of Wanda, lying on her back.
"You know I can move things with my mind, right?"
Now Natasha rolls her eyes. "Using your powers won't mean anything if you can't fight or escape a situation using your body. Get up."
Wanda groans, completely tired at Natasha, who hasn't even broken a sweat. She knows I'm not a widow, right? I can't just do what she does? Wanda thinks to herself as she follows Natasha across the room.
However, Wanda goes from thinking about all the stupid poses she just did, to pretzels, to watching Natasha. She walks with pressure on the front of her feet. It makes her silent, Wanda realizes. Wanda's eyes move up Natasha's legs covered by fabric, but the toned muscle underneath can still be seen. The higher Wanda goes, the more her breathing picks up.
Natasha walks in front of Wanda, aware of the wandering eyes behind her. She can sense them from miles away if she wanted to. But here, right now, Natasha feels Wanda's eyes scanning down her back to her butt. Again.
Stop staring
Wanda lifts her face to see Natasha stopping and turning to face her with a smile. Those thoughts weren't Wanda's own. Were they Nat's?!
Green
Wanda goes to open her mouth, but Natasha stops her with a punch thrown to her hip. Not using ALL of her strength, but the Russian could've been kinder.
"Ow fuck!" Wanda screams, using her favorite American curse word. "What the hell?!" She lifts her eyes up to see Natasha with a smirk on her face in a fighting pose.
She's such a poser, Wanda thinks as the pain in her hip subsides.
"You need to be ready at all times. Observant always." Natasha takes a step towards Wanda, who puts up her hands. "So instead of staring at my ass, you could've been assessing threats!" Wanda's cheeks go red. She was caught. And those thoughts she heard were Nat's. Shit.
"Oh please, you're not the first person to ever look." Natasha snarks, dismissing Wanda's embarrassment. "Now, will you try to train or think about me some more? I can do both. Can you?" This makes Wanda want to fight. She doesn't like being called out for a mistake like this one. She didn't even mean to stare at her ass that second time! (She did.)
Plus, seeing Natasha saying this many words in this close proximity is throwing Wanda for a loop. If she didn't know any better, Wanda would think Natasha was being friendly.
"No powers. Remember." Wanda nods. "You should speak up when I talk to you, Maximoff." Wanda glares daggers that bounce off the redhead. "Yes. No powers." Natasha smirks. This the first time she's been able to get under the skin of the person that sent her spiraling.
After circling each other once more, Wanda tries to make the first move. But Natasha was counting on it. When Wanda lunges forward, she fully extends her arm—mistake number one. Romanoff grabs Wanda's bicep and pulls her off balance before Nat sweeps Wanda's legs, causing the younger woman to fall face-first on the mat.
"Wow. Are you sure you've been training with Steve?" Natasha mocks with a smile. Whether it was her intention or not, Wanda is getting upset. But when her face, back, and ass land on the mat in succession, followed by mocks, Wanda thought she went from being upset to pissed.
It didn't help that every time the Widow got the upper hand on Wanda, she could hear Natasha's thoughts.
Red jacket
Sloppy
Should've grabbed here instead of here
"You're trying to fail."
Green eyes
She can't rely on her powers
"You're made of marble."
Like I said. Wanda thought she was pissed. So when she got up from the mat quicker than Natasha anticipated and charged, Natasha couldn't do anything but take the hit as the two fell to the mat again. Wanda quickly holding Natasha's hands above her head. "Finally!" Natasha exclaimed through the tiny amount of pain she felt. "It's about time you got that emo anger back."
She immediately made this a lesson that Wanda failed to see it was. Even though Wanda used all that she had without her powers, Natasha didn't flinch. 'Emo Anger.'
For the multi-hundredth time since entering the compound, Wanda was hurt. It was written on her face. Natasha could look up and see it but wasn't sure what to do. For the second time since the flight back from Sokovia, Natasha saw Wanda as something other than the opposition. She saw something else. But first...
She was about to see Wand cry.
That chipped away at the rough exterior Natasha had built up since they met. "Hey Wand-"
The tight grip Wanda had on Natasha's wrists melted away as the more petite woman started to cry. Her body sliding off of Natasha's, landing on her side. Natasha quickly and without thinking wraps her arms around Wanda, sending jolts of electricity through their bodies.
It was then Natasha realized that, yes, she was terrified of Wanda's power but not Wanda. For the last four months, Natasha had been observing Wanda. At first, it was a way to protect her team members from an outside threat, but it slowly and somehow became a crush that hadn't made itself known till this second.
As Natasha held Wanda close, the witch cried more. She was mentally tired and physically exhausted. She was sure Natasha hated her even more now, and all she wanted was her brother. She wanted to speak to him one last time. Tell him that he was loved. That her favorite shows weren't the same without his complaints. She wanted to see him.
But here she was, lying on the floor, crying into the arms of the Black Widow.
"Let it out, Wanda... It's okay.." Wanda, through her calming tears, heard the sweet murmuring of Natasha. And through more sniffles and confused thoughts, Wanda couldn't help but say: "Do you hate me?" Natasha peered over Wanda's face.
Green eyes
Pink lips
Wanda's sad-looking eyes opened wider at the sound of the other woman's thoughts. "I don't hate you, Wanda."
"But you did." Wanda counteracts. Natasha thinks as she moves a hand up and down the witches back. "I did. But that was misplaced. I'm sorry for that." Wanda couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her brain was still stuck on the thoughts from earlier.
Natasha is thinking about her.
Natasha doesn't hate her.
Natasha apologized.
Natasha.
Wanda looked up to see Natasha already looking at her. "Are you feeling better?" Natasha asked. "Yes. Thank you." Wanda answered, but neither one moved. Natasha kept her arms around Wanda. While Wanda kept her face near the crook of Nat's neck. "Cinnamon."
"What?" Natasha had a smile people would pay to see. Or would be killed if they saw it. "Your hair. It smells like cinnamon. The great Black Widow uses cinnamon-infused shampoo." Nat rolled her eyes but couldn't help but be happy in this moment. "Lavender." She replied. "That's what you use." Natasha looked down at the smiling teammate, who wiped her eyes free of any remaining evidence of tears.
She saw it—a smile on Wanda's face.
A smile that Natasha made happen.
Beautiful
Wanda pushed her head into Natasha in an effort to hide the fact that she read her thoughts and to not let Nat see her blush.
"Natasha." Wanda's muffled voice hit the spy's ears. "Yes?" Wanda was nervous on what to say next. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. "Your thoughts... I can hear them. I promise I wasn't trying. They were just loud."
Silence.
When Wanda had the courage to poke her eye out of Natasha's neck, she saw her staring away. "I think we should end training. I'll let Steve know that-" "Wait, Natasha, I didn't mean-" Natasha tried her best to pull her arm out from under the witch, but the Black Widow trained Wanda. So, in one fell swoop. Wanda gripped Natasha's arm back and kicked her forward, so Natasha surprisingly was on her back once again.
In an instant, Wanda was on top of her.
"It's okay," Wanda spoke closer to Nat's face than ever before. "You're not who they made you to be." Natasha's eyes became sad, knowing that Wanda had seen the memories she made her relive months ago. "You're not made of marble, Natasha. You're made of so much more. I like you because of that."
"You like me?" Natasha's voice cracked. She was thankful no one else was around to hear that. "Well, I don't hate you. And you don't hate me." The woman on top spoke.
Slowly and carefully, Wanda began to lean into Natasha more. "Is this okay?" Wanda asked. Natasha nodded and brought her face up until their lips softly touched one another. A quick kiss turned into another and another until the nervousness was gone, and all that remained was the lust for more. "Natasha.." Wanda began to moan as Nat's roaming hands slid down Wanda's back.
Natasha smirked. An accent never made her name sound so good.
In the far corner of the gym, Clint was retracing his steps. It had been over an hour and a half, and no one had yet come out of the room. Alive or dead. So Clint took it upon himself to make sure everything was alright.
But once he saw his two teammates tangled with one another, he decided to exit and text his wife.
"I think I'm going to have to make some upgrades to the guest bedroom on the second floor."
Actress AU (Female Reader X Actress Wanda Maximoff)
Summary: You attended a Q&A event for your favorite actress's latest movie. What happens when longing looks have the potential for something more?
Word Count: 2.5K
Content: Mutual Pining, Longing, Hot Wanda, Fluff
"Please welcome to the stage the beautiful stars of The Three Daughters: Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, and Wanda Maximoff!"
From your seat in the audience, you watched as the three of the most underrated actresses in Hollywood moved across the stage to their seats—Natasha, the furthest away, and Wanda, the closest to friend and Director of The Three Daughters, Scott Lang.
How Wanda smiled and scanned her eyes across the audience reminded you of when she came to your class at University to talk about the process of acting and the struggles of mental health that come with it. It was one of the most eye-opening experiences you had, and you'll never forget the focus in Wanda's green eyes as she answered your question about anxiety.
That day, you learned she struggled with it as well.
Now, here you were two years later, again in the same room with her. However, this time, you're a part of the press and critic members.
You looked to the moderator of the Q&A, Steve Rogers, as he asked Carol the first question of the night. "Now, Carol, I've been dying to know if it was easier or harder for you to come into this role after wrapping up a season of your period drama."
Carol smiles and picks up the microphone in her hand. "Umm, honestly, it was easier." She then breaks out into a laugh as if that was the most straightforward question to answer. "Sorry, it's just the wardrobe for this that was extremely different. All I had to do was wear a shirt and sweatpants for this shoot." Carol laughs again as Natasha picks up her mic. "And she wore those bland shirts very well." Natasha bounces her eyebrows up and down, making the crowd, you, and Wanda laugh.
That sweet, angelic laugh of the woman dressed in green fills your ears as you look at Wanda and only her.
"Now, what about you, Wanda?" Steve chirps up, bringing Wanda's attention to him. "What about me?" She laughs, making the corners of your mouth fly up, as she chuckles. "How was it having a part specially written for you?" Steve asks. You've been following Wanda's career for years now, and to hear someone say that they wrote a part tailor-made for Wanda. Well... that made you happy.
Call it parasocial or attraction or whatever.
But you were proud.
Wanda holds the microphone before herself and looks down to her lap. "Well, it was certainly a new experience..." Wanda lifts her up to face Steve and continues. "I've never had someone come up to me and say 'hey I wrote this for you.' It made me think and go, 'Oh, that's interesting. I don't really... see myself as that soft' and uh-" Wanda trails off as she looks up at the ceiling before squishing her face and laughing for a quick second.
It's adorable.
Her scrunch lifting when she leans back in her chair and opens her eyes again with a wide smile. "It was nice and weirdly comforting in a way." Wanda keeps her smile as she looks out to the audience. "I think that's it." She laughs as she closes out her answer to the question. Her eyes trail over you before she returns them to Steve Rogers, who smiles and asks Natasha the next question.
As Wanda turns her body and listens intently to Natasha talk about filming in New York, Wanda's eyes slowly begin to move over the crowd once more. Tracking back towards you. She rolls her tongue over her teeth before she finds just who she was looking for.
You.
You quickly move your eyes away to appear as if you hadn't been staring at the actress. But slowly, as you glanced back to Wanda, you found her still looking at you. As if she was whispering: "Have we met?"And as if you could understand how her eyes spoke, you slightly nodded.
Wanda's smile lifted a tad before she looked away and laughed with the crowd at a joke Natasha said.
As the hour grew longer and the conversations kept flowing, Wanda's eyes continued to dance to yours. You had no idea why or even if this was actually happening, yet you found yourself blushing, and a smirk became present on Wanda's face.
"Okay, so I think now is a good time to open this up and let the audience ask some questions," Steve says as hands fly up around you.
A younger member of the press, if you had to guess, they ran a podcast of some sort, was the first to get called upon. The person stood up and was handed a microphone by a crew member.
"Hi, my name is Kamala Kahn, and this question is for Carol."
Carol leans forward in her seat and nods with a smile. "Well, I was just wondering if this shoot with a curator like Scott made you want to get back into directing and writing?"
"Well, that's a good question!" Scott speaks up, making some people laugh around the room at his own praise. Carol shakes her head but looks back to Kamala with a smile. "First off, thank you! And honestly, yeah, it has. It made me want to flesh out a brand new world instead of just being it. Ya know?" Carol says excitedly before shrugging. Kamala laughs into the microphone. "Yes, I do. Thank you!"
Carol returns a smile before Steve calls on another person.
You begin listening before you get distracted by the warm feeling of someone watching you. You turn and miss how Wanda's eyes were just on you. However, that doesn't stop you from looking at her in all her beauty.
Your eyes move down to see Wanda cross one of her legs covered in lace and hang over the other one before she sighs, and then the only thing that moves are her eyes directly onto you.
Freezing you even if you should be used to this game by now.
However, the blush creeping up on your face is saved by Wanda, who smirks and slightly tips her head towards the person still asking their question, breaking you out of this moment. And you don't know what comes over you, but you playfully roll your eyes, making Wanda pull her lips into her mouth in surprise.
Or a challenge..?
Regardless, you smile, and the two of you look at each other once more before Natasha answers whatever question was just asked to her.
You raise your hand once Steve asks for another question.
"This question is for Wanda." You smile and say once you get picked upon. Wanda quickly dismisses her smirk towards you and replaces it with a fake heartwarming smile and big doe eyes.
Damn, she really is one of the greatest actresses of our time.
"Go ahead, sweetheart," Wanda says into her microphone, making Natasha look towards her and you with an exciting gaze while people around the room, including you, sharply intake some air you desperately need.
Praise and pet names did wonders to you.
You smile. "I absolutely adore the character in this movie. I think she, like most of the beautiful roles you have picked, is a vivid portrayal of someone who can never catch a moment to breathe or is always on the verge of breaking down. Life never stops for them as much as they want it to." You pause slightly, which Wanda takes as a chance to lift up her microphone. "Is there a question in there?" She teases with a smile.
You give a quiet, embarrassed chuckle before opening your mouth. "Why no, sweetheart, I don't think there is." You smugly reply, making Natasha and Scott widen their eyes. Carol, stop drinking her water, and the audience around you freeze.
Wanda loved it. You could see it in the dark corners of her green eyes. You continue. "I guess I just wanted you to know how you've inspired me and how I am always in awe of you and your talent."
You felt your body become warm at your confession.
You don't even know why you did it, but it was too late. Plus, what questions would you have asked instead?
Hey, Wanda, are you ever going to play a happy character?
Are you still with your boyfriend?
You sing in this movie; could you do more of that? Please?
Wanda tries her best to hide the pink on her cheeks. But Scott notices it, and so do most people in the room. "Remind me of your name?" Wanda says as she eyes you. She remembered it a while ago, but she wants to hear it fall from your lips.
"It's Y/n."
"Y/n." She repeats into the microphone in her hand. You nod. "Well, Y/n, thank you for your kind words." Wanda opens her mouth after smiling at you to say more, but Steve indirectly cuts her off, announcing that the time for the Q&A has ended.
A crew member grabs the microphone from your hand as Steve and Scott lead the cheers and applause from the crowd.
"One last time, please give it up for Natasha Romanoff!" Scott Lang says into his mic as Natasha gets directed to walk off the stage towards security leading backstage. "Carol Danvers!" Carol follows Natasha, but not before waving to everyone and blowing kisses. "And Wanda Maximoff!" Wanda, of course, gets the biggest round of applause and is the worst about receiving it. Her stunned face turns to one of amazement before looking like Emma Stone at an award show and maneuvering her way off the stage.
However, before security can move her backstage, she turns around in her green suit with nothing but a bra and lace underneath it and eyes you.
A smile finds itself on your face as she smirks before waving to you and disappearing.
Moments later, as you wait for your peers to file out of the room, a blonde woman in a grey suit approaches you. "Excuse me, Y/n?" Her accent is heavy.
You lift your head. Unable to place the person's face or how they know your name, you give them a look. "Yeah?"
"Come follow me." Is all they say before signaling for you to stand up. You cautiously do so and end up backstage.
Down the hall, you see Scott Lang having pictures taken of him posing with the poster for his movie. Natasha Romanoff is off to the side making fun of him while Carol Danvers is on the phone with her wife.
"In here." The security woman gathers your attention as she opens a door to an unmarked room. You look to the woman. You're pretty sure she couldn't kidnap you. Yet you remain mindful as you creep towards the door until your eyes peer inside and see Green sitting on a couch.
Wanda in her suit.
The door closes behind you as you enter. Making Wanda look up from her phone. She immediately smiles upon seeing you and sets her phone on the table beside her. "She found you."
You smile and quietly laugh through your nose. "Yeah, who was she?" You say with a comedic tilt of your head. Wanda stands up. "Natasha's sister Yelena." You nod.
You didn't know Natasha had a sister...
Wanda steps closer to you and clasps her hands over themselves in front of her. She's slightly nervous as the proximity between the two of you drastically differs from moments ago. "Did you mean what you said?" Wanda asks, making you lift your eyes from her legs. "What do you mean?" You ask, unsure of what she's talking about.
"Out there." Wanda tilts with her head. "Did you mean it?" You move your eyes down her face to her fingers, picking at one another. You look down at your own hands before facing the pretty brunette again. "I did."
Wanda feels relieved and smiles before sighing and letting go of her hands as she moves closer to you.
"I hope I'm not being too forward or bold or anything, but I liked seeing you tonight. It was nice to have a familiar face even if half the time I spent trying to remember your name." Wanda laughs with an undertone of embarrassment that you find adorable.
"I don't think that's forward at all sweetheart."
Once again, Wanda hears how you use her pet name for you against her. She playfully rolls her eyes and moves closer. Her black heels almost hit the ends of your brown ankle-high boots. You can see the webbing from the lace and how her skin glistens when the light shines on the makeup covering her chest and face.
You can't help but smile while trying to push some thoughts to the back of your mind.
"You know... I asked Yelena to find you because I enjoyed talking to you, but I was really wondering if you wanted to maybe do it some more without microphones and in a room full of people watching us."
You pinch yourself and hold in the yelp when it turns out you're not dreaming.
"I'd love that." You say above a whisper as you move closer to Wanda. Your hand moves down to take hers away from picking the end of the suit jacket. Wanda's breath hitched at your contact. "Great, then it's a date," Wanda says with her voice just as quiet. "Tonight?" She asks as her eyes dance along your face from your lips to your eyes.
"My only plan tonight was this event, so I'm free." You say with honesty.
Wanda nods to your words but doesn't reply as she moves closer. Her clothes melt into yours. Her left hand comes to lay itself onto your top before the door opens.
"Hey Wanda- Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!"
Wanda moves away from you, allowing you to catch your breath while Natasha continues to fumble over her words before Wanda calms her down and tells her that she'll be out in a moment for press pictures.
"I'm sorry about her!" Wanda stays after closing the door and looking at you. But you just laugh and smile. "I guess it helps to know what I'm getting into."
Wanda raises her eyebrows in a teasing manner. "Oh, is that right?" You hum and nod. "Yeah... For Your Consideration kinda deal." You can't help but let a smile break out at your terrible joke.
Wanda will say she thought that joke was stupid when asked about it years later, but you saw her smile and how her eyes shined.
An Academy Award and years spent together made that moment more special.
Well, that joke, and later that night, Wanda's green jacket ended up on your apartment floor.
No Powers AU Dark!Natasha Romanoff (Female Reader X Ghostface Natasha Romanoff...)
Summary: When you left a housewarming party, you weren't expecting to get chased by a masked individual. But what's worse than that is who is under the mask.
Not even in high school, college, or where you find yourself now. A housewarming party that has rapidly gotten out of hand. Well, for you.
Sure, you enjoyed parties and tried your best to have as much fun as your friends Darcy Lewis and Sam Wilson, but you could never get to the point where anything and everything sounded like a good idea.
Blame it on your anxiety or the fact that you were just recently dumped..? Aka. Your ex just woke up and left you one day.
Either way, when you decided to leave your friends, Natasha, Carol and Monica understood. Natasha offered to take you back to your place to ensure you got home safely tonight, but you declined. You were relatively sober and wanted the walk to think.
Think about why Wanda didn't want you anymore.
When did she stop loving you?
And why had no one heard from her in weeks?
The last question rattled around in your brain the most. Natasha said Wanda was probably too chicken shit to see everyone again, knowing that both of your friends quickly became only your friends. But you waved Natasha off. You knew she was just being overprotective, acting as the tough one in the group of you, Nat, Carol, Monica, Sam, Steve, and Bucky.
Pietro, Wanda's brother, used to be in the group, but he quickly started hanging out with another crowd when Wanda left you.
Plus, Natasha and Wanda always seem to butt heads for some reason... Steve said it was because of you. But you never bought it. Well.. no. No.
"Text me when you get home. I mean it, Y/N Y/L/N!"
"A okay, Captain!" You gave a mock salute to Carol, who flipped you off before everyone retreated inside. Natasha being last.
You lived close by the newly purchased home of Steve and Bucky in your own apartment that was now too big for just you.
Should you look for a new place? You instantly shook that idea away, knowing it would take longer to look for a new place than you would live in your current one.
"Hello." You politely smiled at a mother and daughter duo who didn't even bother to look up from their phones at you. Last time I do that again, you thought.
Not knowing how right you would be.
Your phone vibrated in your pocket, signaling a call. But when you pulled it out, you didn't recognize the number. Thinking it was spam, you let it ring itself out. "Annoying." You mumbled just as you were about to put it away when it started buzzing again. Same number. This time, you click the button on the side of your phone, so the call instantly hung up.
The third time your phone buzzed, it wasn't a call. It was a text. "It's Nat. Call me back." You stopped on the sidewalk and looked back in the direction of Steve's house, but you saw nothing but darkness aside from the small beams of light coming from sidewalk light poles. "Okay.." You quietly said to yourself. "Now." Another text came through. You could picture the urgency on Nat's face if this was an emergency, so you called the number back. It took one ring before an unfamiliar modified voice answered.
"Hello." They spoke. "Nat? What the hell? Why do you sound like that? What's going on? Is everything okay?" Your nerves were starting to awaken. "Who is this?" The voice spoke again, making you look at the phone to ensure you got the number right. You did.
"Nat, quit fucking around. What do you want?"
"I want to know who I'm talking to." They said, dragging out the o in too. You didn't like that. "Listen, you called me first, asshole, so if you're not Natasha. Don't call me back." You hung up as your nerves started making your skin crawl. You looked back toward Steve's and decided to listen to your brain.
You turned back around, picking up the pace to your place.
Your phone buzzed again. It was the same number calling you. You ignored it and thanked yourself for not getting drunk tonight. You could not deal with this off of four shots and cheap beer.
After another call, they resorted to texts. "Call me back, or Natasha fucking dies." That made you stop as your hands started shaking, and your breaths became quicker. You did your best to focus on yourself. "Be a good girl and call me back." You wanted to throw up at the message, but you did what they asked.
"Listen here-"
"Shut the fuck up, you little bitch! I swear to god, you better listen to me and listen well because I am not one to be fucked with!" Thevoice on the other end got loud, and you knew deep down that if they truly had Natasha, they would kill her. "Okay." You swallowed but kept walking to your place. If your neighbors were home, you could have them call the police as you kept whoever the fuck this was on the phone. "Now.." The voice was a 180 from just seconds ago. "You never told me. Who am I talking to?"
"Y/N.." You said while periodically looking behind you.
"Y/N.. What a pretty name for a pretty girl." That made the hairs on your body stand up. "You don't even know me." You stupidly replied.
"Don't I? How else would I know you just left Steve's party? Wearing a blue sweatshirt.. you're at the corner of Elm and Wallace."
You looked up to the street signs above you.
Shit.
"You don't have Natasha, do you." You turned around and took a quick scan of your surroundings. You didn't see anything out of the ordinary. "Nope." The voice replied with a smile. "But I'll have you soon if you don't get to running." The laughing on the other side of the phone got cut off as you shoved the device into your pocket and started running—your heart rate at an all-time high.
Thank god you didn't drink tonight!!
You ran the subsequent two blocks like you did track in high school when, in reality, you did drama after school. Oh, how ironic looking back at that decision. You were nearing your place when you decided to turn around to check if anything was out of the norm, but then you saw it.
A black hooded figure in a white mask.
"Fuck this!"
You went to run, but when you stepped into the street, a red car ran its stop sign, hitting you. You fell onto the hood of the car and then onto the cold, wet road. Before you could deal with the pain running through your legs and hip, you looked down the street, but you didn't see the masked individual. That was even scarier.
You quickened your breaths and used your adrenaline to help yourself up. You got up and looked at the car. "Hey, asshole!" You put weight on your left leg and winced. You couldn't tell if it was broken or not, but it hurt like a motherfucker. You pushed the tears back and hobbled yourself to the driver's side door to find it open... and when you looked inside, it was empty.
Keys were gone, too.
You lifted your head and looked around. No one.
You were officially having the worst night of your life.
Your phone buzzed again, scaring you. You decided to pull it out as you hobbled across the street and did your best to speed up your pace. You had to get home!
"Nasty hit. Don't worry, I slowed down too."
You read the text and let out an emotional sigh. You were utterly regretting leaving that party now. As you ran into your building, you opened the door and started pushing yourself up the stairs. Living on the fourth floor was pissing you off more than average. "Goddamnit Wanda!" You cursed aloud, remembering how she initially picked the place.
You were on the third floor when the door to your building opened for the first time since you entered. You peered over the banister and saw the masked figure looking up at you. You didn't give it another thought as you started skipping every other step up, no matter how much it hurt.
Finally, you made it in front of your door! Except when you reached into your front left pocket, your keys weren't they. But that's where you put them?! You didn't bring a purse tonight because of the party, so you put your keys in your pocket... you put your hand in your back pocket, and there they were.
Except that's not where you put them earlier. You were positive about that...
You heard the figure's footsteps getting louder and louder as you jammed your key into the lock before turning it. "Gotcha!" You looked down the hall as the person covered in black stood. You stared back. You slowly started turning the knob of the door as a knife was pulled out of their cloak. "Don't make it too easy for me." They spoke, making you rush into your place, quickly locking the door and pushing Wanda's old shitty table in front of it.
You pulled out your phone to call 9-1-1, but another call interrupted you.
It wasn't an unknown number like before this time it was... it was Wan-Wanda?!
You watched as the phone kept ringing before your thoughts of your relationship and the urge to speak to her were broken up by your front door being pushed up against. The shitty table rocking against it.
"Hello!" You answered, panicked and slightly aware this very well could be the last time you spoke to Wanda.
"Y/N!" It was Wanda's voice, but her voice on the other end was crackling like she had terrible service. Stupid AT&T. "Y/N? Why didn't you... Y/N- HELP!"
Your front door was ran into again by the figure throwing their body into it.
"It's I- Natasha- She.. HELP ME PLEASE!"
Wanda's voice screamed out on the other end before the line got dropped. She was crying and yelling out. You stared at your phone as the screen faded to black. The front door still being bashed into, and then... silence.
You silently stood in your small living room, watching the front door. Waiting for the figure, but nothing happened. With trembling hands, you decided to call Wanda back and go to the kitchen.
If they had a knife, you could too.
You grabbed the largest one you had as the line for Wanda surprisingly ringed. But that's when you heard it.
A cell phone ringing from inside the apartment. You turned around, away from the front door at first, in fear that the killer had gotten into your house. Not thinking that the killer might be Wanda, herself. But that the killer HAD Wanda's cellphone.
You didn't question how they might have it or why.
You just trembled with the knife in your hand as the ringing got louder. You rounded the kitchen counter and made your way into the living room. Standing in the corridor between your bedroom, bathroom, and the guest bedroom.
Your bedroom had its door open.
You didn't remember leaving it open...
As you took a step closer, you kept your grip on the knife's handle tight. You were about to do something stupid and call for Wanda when she came crashing into your bedroom door.
Falling to her knees as she slid down it.
Leaving a trail of red on your white door.
"Wanda..?" You ask, afraid of the sight before you. However, even in the dark of your apartment, you can see Wanda's green eyes looking up at you. "..help..." She wheezes out against the door.
You, going against your gut, took steps towards Wanda.
As you crouch down to her, you can see cuts and slices all over her body. Bruising all over her arms and collarbone as well. It hurts you to see her like this. She might have broken your heart, but you would always love her.
"Wanda.. Who did this to you?" You ask as you put your knife on the floor. The bleeding under Wanda's white shirt needed to be taken care of first. Your eyes examine her ripped denim shorts and tan legs. Wanda remains quiet as she winces and groans in pain. Slamming her hand into the hardwood floors. Her hand dangerously close to your knife as you gently lift Wanda's white, blood-stained shirt off of her.
You immediately blush and sharply turn your head when the shirt hits the floor.
Wanda wasn't wearing a bra.
So Wanda's blood-covered tits are on display for you. For some reason, the sight wasn't as disgusting to you as much as you thought it would. But then that made you feel like shit for thinking that way. So you shake your head and look back to Wanda. Unaware that her hand is now on the knife.
"Wanda, we need to get you cleaned up." You lean into Wanda's side and wrap an arm around her, making her cry in pain. Wanda's green eyes pool with tears, but she nods and does her best to help you lift her up.
"Wanda, we should call the police.." You say as you groan for putting weight on your bad leg. "I'm being followed, and someone attacked you." You push the bathroom door open and flick on the light before you place Wanda on the toilet seat.
"It's Natasha.." Wanda speaks through a hushed, broken whisper and a blank stare at you as you put a towel on her wound. "She did this. Do you not remember my call?" Wanda looks at you, slightly offended—a tonal shift from just a minute ago.
That's when you notice the knife in her hand.
"Wanda-"
Wanda goes to interrupt, but your phone starts ringing—the unknown number from before. Wanda looks up from your ringing phone to your face. "It's her. Believe me." You look at Wanda in shock. Not convinced.
"She wouldn't. She's my best friend and-"
"And I was your girlfriend!!" Wanda scares you. "Y/N, I loved you more than anything, but Natasha couldn't live with that!" She stands up, clutching the knife. "What do you think I just left you one day?? You think I left everybody??" Wanda steps closer as she screams at you. Tears streaming down her face and onto her body. Wiping away at the blood she wears.
Your phone still ringing.
"No, Y/N! I didn't leave, I..." Wanda clenches and unclenches her jaw. "I was taken. Natasha took me..." Wanda looks over her scarred body and then your body before looking up to meet your eyes. "She did this to me... She's going to do it to you, too." She stands there staring at you as you shift weight off your bad leg.
"Answer it." Wanda points to the phone now in your hand with the knife. You click the phone's green button as your brain gets overwhelmed with everything Wanda just told you. "Hello?" You ask, afraid that Wanda could be right.
"Took you long enough to answer. How's Wanda?"
The chilling voice returns, and the mention of Wanda makes your stomach drop further. You look to the Sokovian as she eyes you with a specific look you can't place. You slowly lift the phone from your face and hit the speaker button. "What?" You ask as you set the phone down on the white bathroom counter.
"I said. How's Wanda? Are you believing that little bitches lies?"
You swallow the fear in your throat. "What lies?"
"About who I am." They answer with an unwavering amount of confidence, sending chills down your spine. You shudder, and for a moment, you picture Natasha saying these words. It's scary to think, but you see it clearly.
Fuck.
What if it is Natasha?
"Who are you?" You ask as you look outside the bathroom door and past the hallway to your front door."Are you still here?"
"Why don't you open the door and find out? Then you can see who I really am."
You turn back to Wanda, who stares at herself in the mirror. She's looking over the naked top half of her body. Your eyes follow her fingers as they slide over her open cuts. Wanda brushes past one particular close to her nipple. Covered in blood.
You don't look at the marking long enough to know that the cut is in the shape of an N.
"Why did you do this to Wanda?" Wanda shifts her eyes to look at you in the mirror. With the knife still in her hand, she reaches down and picks up the towel that had fallen earlier with it. She then sniffles and places the towel back on her marks.
"You know... why you're busy asking me questions about Wanda? Why don't you ask Wanda how she got into your place?"
You pick up your phone and take a few steps out of the bathroom, flicking on the overhead light to look at your front door. The shitty table still blocking it. As far as you know, the hooded figure is still on the other side. "What do you mean?"
You turn back to Wanda, who is standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Your eyes move from the knife blade bouncing off her clothed thigh to her exposed stomach. They travel upward to her chest. Her boobs have always looked perfect to you. Something you were jealous of when together.
But now you see what happened when you were apart.
You take a step towards Wanda. You look at her green eyes as she bites her lip and nods. You look back down and bring your free hand up past her nipple. Tracing the letter carved into her breast.
N.
"Natasha..." You utter into the phone like it was a secret now exposed.
"Ah, looks like little Wanda talked." The modulated voice morphed in and out of how it sounded. First, like the hooded figure chasing you. Then. Clear as day. You heard Natasha. Before it slipped back into the other voice.
The voice of a killer.
But now you realize they were one and the same.
You looked up to Wanda, who had her blank stare back again before she turned her face to you. "Y/N I-"
"You never answered my question from earlier." The hooded- Natasha spoke. You were still trying to wrap your mind around this as your hand moved from the N on Wanda down to her bruised side. Brushing your fingers along her soft skin. Lingering touches the two of you have missed. How could Natasha do this? Why would she do this? What made her... turn into this...
"What?" You spoke with tears in your eyes.
"How did Wanda get into your place?"
The line goes dead. You look at Wanda for an answer, but she looks at you with a scared look before running at you with the knife still in her hand. "Run!" Wanda yelled, pushing you away, but with your bad leg, you fell to the ground onto your back, the action creating the pain in your leg shoot throughout your lower body. Wait, what did Wanda say? You grip the floor with one hand as the other still holds onto your phone. You look up at Wanda, whose gaze is locked to her left.
Towards your open bedroom.
You watch Wanda take a step back as out from the shadow of your room walks the hooded mask, face-wearing figure.
Wanda raises her knife to attack, but the figure quickly slaps the blade out of her hand, causing it to bounce off the hardwood floors and slide right in front of you. You quickly move to lay on your side and grab the knife but- but Natasha's voice stops you.
"I wouldn't do that."
You look up to see Natasha still wearing the mask, holding Wanda in a headlock with her right arm. In her left hand is her knife, pointed to the ground. The same one you saw outside of your apartment earlier.
"Y/N, please just go... just leave! Please!" Wanda begins pleading for you. "She just wants me! It's okay!" Tears stream down her face as Natasha grips her arm tighter around Wanda's throat. Making her choke on her following words. Her hands digging under the redhead's arm to try and breathe.
"She's so cute when she begs, isn't she?" The mask looks from you to Wanda as she struggles to get air into her body. But Natasha doesn't care. She knows how much longer Wanda can last. Besides, Natasha wants you to pay attention to what's about to happen.
"I want you to answer me!" Natasha demands, looking back to you, whose eyes are locked on Wanda. Remembering every kiss, touch, fight, and regret the two of you ever shared together. Thinking that you could possibly watch her die tonight. "Answer me!" Natasha yells louder, forcing you to jump, and Wanda whimper.
A sound Natasha never got tired of hearing.
You look from Wanda's crying face to Natasha's, hidden by a white mask. "I'll answer you when I can see your face." You answer with a wave of stupid confidence—something Natasha was not expecting.
But that's why she fell for you. You always found ways to surprise her.
Natasha's favorite was figuring out if you wore panties to bed or not. The silent hike up the fire escape always made it worth it when Natasha could see your cute puffy pink pussy lips exposed in the middle of the night.
Behind the mask, Natasha smirked before turning to the whimpering and pathetic-looking Sokovain. "Did you head that Wands? Y/N wants to see me!" Natasha laughs and rapidly moves her left hand to the back of Wanda's skull, forcing a scream before moving it up and down in a nodding fashion. "Take it off!" Natasha mocks Wanda's voice as she lets go of her head. But with the knife still in her hand, she brings it down to Wanda's cheek. The coolness of the blade forces Wanda to try to jump back against Natasha's body, but the Russian-born woman keeps her hold tight as a tear lands on the knife.
"Kiss it, and I'll let you breathe." Natasha, still behind the mask, whispers to Wanda as she brings the blade in front of the other woman's mouth.
You watch with fear as a crying Wanda puckers her lips before bringing them up against the sharp end of the blade. The salty tear hitting her mouth before Natasha moves the knife in a rapid upward motion. Cutting Wanda's top lip. Making her cry out louder and bleed down her bottom lip.
Behind the mask, Natasha rolls her eyes at Wanda's theatrics. "Oh, shut up!" Natasha throws Wanda to the floor as she lifts her hand and yanks the Ghostface mask off of her. Throwing that over, Wanda, and to you.
It landing right next to the weapon still in front of you.
Your eyes work their way over Natasha's body. You couldn't believe that it was actually her. Someone who you cared about and loved. Someone who you confessed to Wanda that you had a crush on years ago. You looked at her with hurt. You looked over to see how you missed how she became this way. How the person you saw one hour prior could be the same one in front of you.
Wanda reaches out to you as the air gets back into her lungs. The color coming back onto her face. The palms of her hands landing on the hardwood floor before she pulls herself against the classic pine. Blood shooting from her mouth as she screams out in pain due to her naked top half rubbing against the floor or simply because of her wounds and how sore her body was. Regardless, you didn't know.
"Well, how do I look?" Natasha asked with a wide smile, drawing your attention away from your crawling ex.
Natasha always looked beautiful, and yes, even right now. You could only see her face, but Natasha could always make that her best feature. Her green eyes and red hair were radiant, and you hated yourself for nodding your head ever so slightly when Natasha clarified. "Am I still beautiful? A friend you could have a crush on?"
When you caught yourself nodding, you immediately stopped and looked at Wanda. How did Natasha know you had a crush? But Wanda couldn't be bothered with this conversation; you realized that as she wrapped her hand around the black end of the blade. That's when she looked up, and you saw her eyes go from scared to determined. "I love you," Wanda said before she spun around on her knees and charged at Natasha.
Just like in the movies, something like this happened quicker than you could process.
Silence broken up by your crying ex enveloped the room as you sat frozen on the floor. Your eyes watched Natasha's blade fall to the floor. Landing straight up in the wood. Her body slumped up against Wanda. Her chin resting on Wanda's shoulder, and her green eyes were wide in surprise. "She stabbed me," Natasha spoke up, coughing. Wanda's body shook as sobs left her throat.
You watched Wanda just kill her captor.
Someone who marked her, cut her, and who did many unspeakable things. You saw how this was affecting her. It hurt you to watch this. Especially to someone who was a friend to you both. "Wanda..." Natasha said as the sound of her struggling to breathe became apparent.
Wanda moved her head to face Natasha.
Natasha struggled to bring her arm up to Wanda's face but did so and smiled as a tear left her eye. "Detka.." You took notice of the word.
"Does she look scared?" Wanda asked Natasha in a hushed tone, confusing you. The older woman nodded and laughed. "Now confused." Wanda looked back at you before looking at Natasha.
"Let's clear it up for her then."
Wanda separated her blood-covered lips into a smile before Natasha leaned into Wanda and kissed her. Softly. A complete contrast to everything else that had happened. Natasha wiped away at Wanda's cheeks to move away the fake tears that had fallen as her tongue entered the younger woman's mouth.
There you sat, watching Wanda enjoying the feeling of Natasha's lips on her. You heard whimpers and moans escape the two of them—the growing feeling of being left out slowly eating at you.
A feeling you weren't sure that you wanted. No, you didn't want it. What were you thinking?!
Natasha's red-stained lips pulled away from Wandas. A string of salvia mixed with blood being broken apart when Natasha turned to look at you. "Turn around, baby." She said, looking at you but speaking to Wanda, who turned around with a smack to her clothed ass and a smile. When she turned, your eyes fell from Wanda's face to her boobs to the knife still in her hand.
No blood or cuts on Natasha's black cloak.
"Awww.." Natasha faked a frown as she wrapped her arms around Wanda's stomach. "Our little Y/N looks so hurt." She laughed into Wanda's neck before placing kisses on it. The feeling making Wanda delight in pleasure. "Oohh.." A moan escapes her lips as she eyes you. Wanda smiles at your pitiful red face. Natasha notices and throws her front against your ex's back.
"Fuck Tasha.." Wanda moaned again as she felt what was under Natasha's cloak.
Wanda tilts her head so Natasha can attack her neck more. She leaves kisses and bites up and down the side of her neck. Before she lifts her free hands from Wanda's stomach to her breast, each hand finds its own boob to knead and roughly grab as Wandas pants and yelps fill the room. Blood pooling into the fresh cuts Wanda had given herself earlier.
You sit speechless as tears delicately slide down your face. You hate them for what they did to you. For how they're making you feel. Toying with you and your emotions for them. Most of all. You hate yourself because you rubbed your thighs together no matter how bad it hurts your leg to do it.
"Tasha... look." Natasha lifts her eyes from one slut to the next. Your eyes shoot open at the sound of the two women. You immediately remember the situation you are in and start to crawl backwards.
"Don't do that, Y/N."
Wanda warns you, but you don't listen. "What is wrong with you two?" You ask as your back hits your couch. Natasha smiles and releases her arms from around Wanda. Wanda takes the initiative. She bends down and picks up Natasha's knife that had fallen earlier while Natasha slips into your bedroom.
"Nothing is wrong anymore." Wanda gets down on her knees to be at your level. "Natasha taking me was a blessing in disguise." You refuse to believe her words. No matter how much Wanda had tricked herself, she won't fool you... "But earlier yo-you cried. You told me what she d-did to you." Wanda watches your crying eyes look over her body once again. "How she did these things." Wanda nods along.
"Natasha did do these things." She agrees. "But not all of them, and besides, I was faking most of it." She scoots closer to you. Terrifying you. She wraps her arms around your neck, making the knife in her hand sit near your eye—her face closer to you than ever tonight. You can smell the taste of pennies from the blood on Wandas' chin. You watch a droplet fall and turn red on her breast.
Wanda watches and smiles.
"You said you loved me. This isn't love." You sob to the version of Wanda, who is nothing like the old one you loved.
Wanda moves closer and touches your head against hers. "It is." She whispers. "Because Natasha doesn't deserve you. When she took me... and the days turned into weeks. It made me realize that I don't deserve you either." You lifted your head. "But we both want you. So tonight, we're going to have you. Together." She breathed out and then said: "One last time."
Wanda didn't waste a second before she leaned in and kissed you.
You tasted the blood and Natasha's cherry chapstick on her lips. Your body didn't move as Wanda pushed herself more into you. You remained frozen. Staring straight ahead. Hope disappearing like a magic act. Just in time to see Natasha walk out of your room. Wearing nothing but black boots, gloves, and a double-ended strap-on harness.
At the end of it sat a curved 8" purple cock.
Purple because Wanda knew that was your favorite color.
Wanda, sensing Natasha's presence, took her lips off yours and looked behind her. "Tasha! It looks perfect! Even with the boots!" She smiled and praised Natasha as she looked back with glee. "Doesn't she look amazing?"
She does. Natasha's slender but toned figure did wonders in your brain. You could see the definition in her arms. The way her neck and jaw looked sharp, and as she walked closer to you, her tits bounced. The closer she got, the more moles you could count on her body, just like Wanda.
But what really made the feeling in your stomach get confused and switch back and forth from a dark pit of fear to butterflies was trailing your eyes over Natasha's abs. You could now see what you missed when you declined the invitations to the gym. Natasha laughed when she stopped in front of you and Wanda.
She dropped a wet towel off to Wanda, who took it and began wiping at her chest. "What?" You questioned, causing Natasha to laugh again. "Some scars are real, but if you had been paying attention, you would've seen the makeup already."
You were fucked before they ever laid a finger on you.
You zoned out and missed what Natasha said to Wanda, but one moment, you were back to looking over the nude body of the redhead to crying out in pain.
Quickly remembering the events leading to you sobbing out of fear just moments ago.
"Ow!" You screamed and placed your hand on your now-bleeding arm. "What the fuck!" You screamed as you lifted your hand coated red. "Answer us when we speak to you!" Natasha yelled, standing behind Wanda.
You looked from one to the other. "Just let me go." Natasha rolled her eyes upon hearing this. "I promise I won't tell anyone. Just let me go!" You moved from the redhead to the one you introduced your parents to. "Please don't hurt me anymore. Let me go, Wanda!" You begged as the blood seeped through your fingers.
Wanda shook her head hearing your words. "Detka... We're not going to let you go, and we are going to hurt you. Don't fight it."
Panic finally swept through you. Natasha could see it in your eyes. "Wanda, hold her." You raised your arms to fight off Wanda, but she was quicker. Within a second, she grabbed you by the collar of your sweatshirt and threw you down flat onto your back. You started to kick with your right leg, but it was no use as Wansa mounted you. You tried to push her off again, but she kept fighting you off until she got tired of the hand-to-hand and lifted the knife to you! "Stop it!" She yelled like a possessed mother would.
In a last-ditch effort, you went to grab the knife, but Natasha's boot slammed down directly onto the cut on your left bicep.
A throat-tearing scream left you as you could feel the bone breaking.
You bit your lip as the tears flowed down to your ears. "Don't.." You tried, but her mind was made up. Wanda brought the knife to your neck. She laughed as she flicked the blade up to nick your skin. Before tearing it down the front of your sweatshirt.
Wanda smiled brightly as your exposed body kissed the air. She flung the uneven edges of your torn sweatshirt off to the sides before running her free hand up your stomach to your breast. "She's warm, Tasha," Wanda spoke without moving her eyes off you.
Wanda pinched your right nipple, earning a yelp out of you before letting it fall from her fingers. "Hold this." Wanda handed her knife to Natasha as she leaned down onto your body. Her chin landing onto your chest. "Look at me, Y/N." She asked as you kept your sobs off to the left. You couldn't bear to look at either of them.
However, when you didn't move, Wanda looked at Natasha.
"Look at her!" Natasha yelled as she applied pressure to the end of her boot, forcing you to cry as it dug into your collapsed arm. You thrashed your body and head around to make anything happen, but nothing did other than searing pain running its way through your body.
You let a choked-out cry escape you before your eyes eventually found the green ones of the woman on top of you.
"There we go," Wanda said. "You are so beautiful." Wanda smiled and leaned up to place her lips on yours. Wanda loved the feeling once again. And you tried your best to dissociate, but the pain in your body and the feeling in your stomach wouldn't let you. They wanted you in this moment just as much as Wanda and Natasha did.
So you kissed Wanda back.
She moaned when she felt you push up against her. Your lips belonged to her no matter what Natasha would like to think. But Natasha knew this. Besides, Natasha wasn't interested in knowing what your hair smelled or how your lips tasted. No, she wanted you to feel her. She wanted to feel your little wet pussy take her.
And she would in time.
But right now, she got enjoyment out of watching you and Wanda make out. She smiled and placed a hand on the shaft of her cock as Wanda's muffled moans grew louder. She watched Wanda spread her legs wider on either side of you. Her tits meshing into yours.
Natasha's eyes went down the dip in Wanda's back before they settled on Wanda's ass sticking up. Still covered by her stupid denim shorts that she loved.
"Fuck!" Your voice broke through as Wanda moved onto your neck. Biting down hard before running her tongue over the pain. Natasha looked at you with your eyes closed. Seemingly enjoying this.
Natasha smiled once again, dropping the knives to the floor. Once again. They landed straight up as the blade stabbed the wood floor.
"Wanda," Natasha spoke up, making the Sokovian tear her lips from your skin to look up. All Natasha had to do was run her hand up and down the fake cock for Wanda to get the message.
Wanda nodded, smiled, and hurried her body down you before opening her mouth for Natasha to slide the cock in.
You let out a whimper at the sight.
"Don't worry, Daddy will fill you up soon enough." Natasha grinned as she pushed Wanda's head further until Wanda's nose was at Natasha's stomach, successfully making the woman gag. The action repeating itself every time Natasha would pull back just to thrust herself deeper.
Only allowing Wanda to breathe periodically. You felt a wet spot grow under your jeans.
Moans and chorus of yes' left Natasha's mouth before she spit into her hand and slapped Wanda's cheek with it. Shocking you but not Wanda.
"One more baby. Take Daddy all the way!" Natasha's green eyes looked deeply into Wandas as she gripped her hair. Wanda's face bright red, but she nodded with the cock still inside her. Natasha placed both hands at the back of Wanda's skull before pushing her head all the way forward. The cock slid down Wanda's throat, cutting off the air. Wanda's hands left your body and placed themselves on Natasha's thighs for support. "Hold it, baby," Natasha spoke before finally nodding and letting go of Wanda's head.
The younger woman fell back onto you as the cock slipped from her lips. Salvia coating the dry blood on her chin that now laid on your chest.
"She could've lasted longer," Natasha looked over Wanda's passed-out body as she spoke. Her chest rising and falling. "She's out?" You questioned, earning a nod from Natasha, who bent down to pick up one of the knives.
"What are you going to do now?" You asked, a little afraid since Natasha just lifted her boot off your arm. "Just enjoy the show, Y/N," Natasha spoke with a wicked smile. Her boots making contact with the floor with every step she took further away from you. But you watched her. You watched her throw a pillow off the couch and onto the floor right behind Wanda's ass and in front of your clothed pussy. Before bending down onto her knees.
You couldn't see it, but you heard Natasha cut and tear Wanda's shorts and pink panties before Wanda's wet cunt was on display. "Give Wanda a kiss for me, Y/N," Natasha said as she moved the tip of her cock up and down Wanda's wet puffy lips.
You did as you were told and lifted Wandas passed out face to you. You carefully moved in and kissed Wanda's warm lips. You licked over her bottom lip, taking in the spit from her mouth as you felt her body move forward from Natasha's thrust. "Keep going." You heard the redhead moan as she filled Wanda up in one quick motion.
Truth be told, you didn't plan on stopping.
You made out with your passed-out ex-girlfriend as Natasha kept fucking her. The slaps of Natasha's thighs against Wandas made moans spill from you. Wanda's body pushing itself against you with every insert of Natasha's cock had you growing wetter.
Pretty soon, Natasha could see that Wanda's pussy was ready to cum, but first, the whore needed to wake up.
You were tugging on Wanda's bottom when she let out a whimper of a moan. You pulled back just in time as Natasha grabbed Wanda by her shoulders and lifted her. Wanda's body against hers. The cock pushing itself deeper.
Another moan fell out of her mouth as she blinked her eyes open. "Y/N?" She questioned before pleasure took over, and her eyes rolled back. "Oh my God." Her mouth fell open, and you watched a smirk form on Natasha's face as she moved her hands down to Wanda's hips to lift her up and down the cock as if she was a sex doll.
Wanda was in pure bliss and moaned like a pornstar needing to pay rent.
"Is Wanda about to cum?" Natasha asked when Wanda pushed her back into her front and hooked her arms around Natasha's neck. Wanda nodded and moaned, "Yes."
"Put your hand here." Natasha tapped Wandas' thigh and waited. After a few pumps, Wanda moved her left hand to her thigh. "Here." Natasha handed Wanda a knife. "When you cum I want you to mark her." Wanda lazily opened her eyes and grinned. "You want me to mark Y/N?" Natasha nodded. You looked over the two. "Get ready."
Natasha threw Wanda down, slamming her into you. The air briefly getting knocked out of you as she pumped her cock deeper into Wanda. A hand on the Sokovians back as she felt her lips tighten around the cock.
"Cum for Wanda! Come on, baby cum on Y/N!" Wanda lifted her head up and brought the knife to your shoulder. "Wanda, I don't-" You were cut off by a cry, leaving you as Wanda stabbed you as she came on Natasha.
She dragged the blade tip down your skin as her eyes rolled back. Her body shaking against you. The knife remained in her hands as blood fell down you and onto the floor below.
"Oh my god. Oh my fucking God, Tasha!!" Wanda yelled as she rode her high and came back down to see your tears as the burning sensation riddled your shoulder. Wanda smiled as she felt Natasha slowly push herself in and out of her. "I won't pull out until you finish."
Wanda knew Natasha was talking about the carving of your skin, but she wouldn't have been opposed to another fucking.
A hand slapped itself against Wanda's ass. "Come on. I want her." Natasha whined as Wansa rolled her eyes that were focused on you. "It's almost over," Wanda spoke as she finished the line she was on. "Okay. Done." Wanda lifted the knife and let it clatter on the floor.
Natasha pulled out and sat on her legs as she ran her hand up and down her length. Collecting as much of Wanda as she could.
"Taste."
Natasha put her hand in front of Wanda, who opened her mouth and moaned while sucking on the ring finger. "So good." Natasha hummed as she got up and made her way to you.
"See if she's just as good as you remember," Natasha spoke gently when her fingers waited for you to open up.
When you did, Natasha laid her index and middle finger on your flat tongue and watched with love in her eyes as you closed your mouth and sucked them—moaning and bobbing your head before they slid out. "Better." Was all you said. "Better," Natasha repeated when her thumb met her lips to taste Wanda.
Natasha looked over the marking of an A left on your shoulder by Wanda.
"A?" Natasha questioned, making sure she understood. "A Scarlet Letter," Wanda responded with a giggle. You tilted your head and looked at it for the first time.
"What do you think?" Natasha asked you as she got up and picked up the other knife. "Red." You answered without taking your eyes away. Natasha and Wanda weren't nearly satisfied with that answer.
A silent conversation happened between the two and concluded by the time your eyes peeled away from your mark. "Don't worry. By the time I'm done, you'll have plenty more." Natasha spoke as Wanda agreed, moving up your body.
You knew what they meant.
In the back of your mind, there was a voice telling you to get up and fight. Run as fast as you could.
But when you felt a hole being cut in your jeans, and Natasha bringing her hand down on your wet, revealed pussy. You knew. You knew more red would come. You knew you would enjoy Natasha fucking you.
You also knew it was going to be for the last time.
"Are you ready for Daddy?" Natasha asked as her cock bounced in front of you. "Yes." You voiced, earning a smile as Natasha lifted your legs and tore off the jeans from your body. She spread your legs apart and marveled at how your pink lips spread apart. Natasha grinned and placed the cool end of the knife handle against your hole. You jumped as she barely pushed the handle in before running it up through your lips before she flicked it off your clit.
She pulled the knife away and licked the handle clean. You tasted sweet, and Natasha loved it. "Wanda." She spoke as she made the handle wet with you again.
Wanda lifted her pussy off of you and turned around to accept Natasha's gift. "She tastes sweeter. Creamier." Wanda decided with a smile. Natasha smiled back and got an idea.
"Ow!!" You squirmed under Wanda when you felt a cut along your thigh. But the feeling of the cut was quickly replaced by the handle of the knife running up over your cut.
The blood danced with your slick on the handle when Natasha pushed it off your clit.
Wanda and Nat agreed that to say you ever tasted sweeter would be an understatement. It wasn't long before your thighs had multiple cuts, forcing you to cry out numerous times.
However, soon enough, your screams and cries were muffled by the taste of Wanda. Her pussy laid on your mouth as you ate her out. She moaned and reveled in the feeling of your tongue working her over.
She smiled into Natasha's lips as the other spit the taste of your blood and pussy into her mouth.
Wanda swallowed and kissed Natasha, pulling her closer and closer. "Fuck her, Tasha. Fuck her for us." Natasha nodded into Wanda's mouth and stood up onto her knees. Pushing your bleeding legs apart. "Fuck her, Daddy!" Wanda cried out as Natasha slid her cock into your tight pussy without warning. Your muffled screams grew louder as you took Natasha inch by inch.
Wanda slapped your hip with the knife. "Keep going!" Wanda didn't want you to stop eating her out.
If you did, a mark would be added to your stomach.
Natasha bottomed out and gave you longer than she ever gave Wanda for you to get ready. "She's so tight!" Natasha moaned as the toy inside of her pushed up into her. "She feels so good. She's so perfect."
"Ours for tonight," Wanda confirmed as she leaned into Natasha and began making out with her. Natasha using this opportunity to slowly start moving her hips.
"I love her."
"I love her too."
Each one takes their time with the other's mouth, neck, and chest as Natasha's thighs slam into you. Eventually, it becomes too much for you to handle as another cut gets sliced along your stomach. Wanda lifting herself off of you before turning around to lean down to kiss you and give Natasha her ass.
"She's so fucking wet!" Natasha breathes out before spitting onto Wanda's ass and slapping it. "Is she going to cum for me, Wanda? Is our little Y/N going to cum for us?"
Wanda looks up to your shut eyes at Natasha's words. "Are you close?" Wanda asks you as she moves her body off to your side. One hand in your hair, the other working its way down your stomach. "Answer me," Wanda demands.
"Yes. Yes! I'm so close! I wanna cum!" You honestly beg. Wanda smiles a big toothy grin and moves her fingers through the pool of blood spilling from your stomach and down to your clit. Her already wet fingers meet your wet clit. Natasha nods to your words and continues to slam into you as Wanda begins rubbing your clit in a circular motion. Gasps and moans leaving your throat.
The stimulation is becoming overwhelming, but as much as you want to cum. You want to hold out. But you know you can't. You know you're going to die when you climax.
"She's gonna cum for us, Natasha!" Wanda praises and gets her knife ready when your eyes start to roll back. "She's doing so good. So good, baby! Cum for Daddy! Cum for Mommy!"
The moment was arriving as the feeling in your stomach tightened, and you moaned and moaned for your pussy to be fucked. "Feels so good!!" You whined and drooled on yourself as you did your best to lean up. "Cum for us. It's okay, Y/N! We got you." Wanda added comforting words to the noises of the wet slaps filling the room, but that's what you needed. "One last time!" Natasha added.
You came undone on the floor of your living room. With a broken arm, fractured leg, and several cuts and marks along your body. Bleeding more than you ever had before. As fucked up as it was, you felt pure bliss.
The last thing you felt were Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff's lips on you before cool metal stabbed right through your heart.
Natasha came as Wanda stabbed you directly in the heart.
Blood shooting up and out of you caused Natasha to cum harder than she ever had. Natasha wore a dumb grin as she rode her high. Her hips still moving in and out of your convulsing body as she watched her easy-to-manipulate kidnapped victim stab you over and over. "Wanda, she still feels so fucking good." Natasha moans as her cock begins to slow down inside of you.
Wanda looks back at Nat and smiles. Her face covered in lines of blood that shot off from your body. Without a word exchanged, she sticks her fingers over the purple fake cock and into you. "She is- was perfect." Wanda smiles before pulling her fingers out to lick them off. Natasha can't help but to agree before pulling out of you.
Natasha lets your legs drop from her shoulders without a care, making Wanda look back. "You okay?" Natasha just smiles and grabs the back of the harness as she stands. "Do you want to try?" Wanda thinks on it and nods like an excited kid.
Wanda watches Natasha remove the harness and the smaller dildo leave Natahsa's beaten-up pussy before handing it over.
With some help and the feeling of Natasha's wetness inside of her, Wanda is on her knees, stroking her cock to your cum leaking out. "Okay, Wands you ready?" Wanda nods and pushes the cock back into you. The feeling made a moan rip from inside of her. "That's it." Natasha kisses Wanda's head as she pushes herself into Wanda to help her fuck you.
"Take this and cut her some more," Natasha whispers as she puts the knife from her black gloves into Wanda's naked hand. "Do it right here." Natasha grins and points to a space right on your rib cage. "What s-should it say?" Wanda moans as she picks up the pace. "Do you want my help?" Natasha kisses Wanda's ear as she asks, earning a nod from Wanda with her eyes closed.
"Okay." Natasha wraps her larger hand around Wandas and lifts up the knife. "This was fun," Natasha says, looking over at Wanda, who opens her green eyes to Natasha and smiles.
"It was f-"
The knife drops to the ground as Wanda begins to gurgle and choke on her own blood. Her throat being sliced open. Wanda looks to Natasha, panicked and betrayed before she slumps over and falls onto your body.. bleeding out.
Natasha pulls back from her first victim and gently places the knife back into her hand before she looks at you. "I love you." She whispers before getting up and going to your bedroom.
Natasha comes back wearing clothes that she wore underneath the cloak earlier, holding a new mask, and on the phone, calling Wanda's phone now inside the cloak that Natasha throws onto the floor as it rings for the last time.
That's when Natasha starts finishing her plan: "Hey, Wanda! Listen, I know you said you were going to go over to Y/N's and talk about why you left them, but it's been a few hours since I heard from you or Y/N. Is everything okay? I tried reaching Y/N, but their phone must be dead or something. Anyways, please call me back!!"
Natasha hangs up the phone before locating Y/N's. Natasha takes the knife closest to you and stabs it right through the screen of your phone, making sure to damage the chip embedded inside of it.
Once that was done, Natasha moved on to switching out the masks. So the one only has Wanda's hair before she places the car keys to the red car that hit you earlier into Wanda's cloak.
Natasha made sure to rub down and clean anything she might have touched. After that, she carefully moved the shitty table you had blocking the door back to its original place.
With that, Natasha took one final look at the scene she was leaving behind.
Her eyes landing on the mask and then on you.
Natasha had loved you way before Wanda came around. She was your best friend. Someone you could share anything and everything with. But the night Natasha was going to confess her feelings to you, you brought up Wanda. You talked for hours and hours about the new relationship you two were beginning.
On the outside, Natasha supported you.
But on the inside, all she wanted to do was scream.
Yet they only grew. They were disturbing and forbidden, and still, you had them.
No matter how much you wanted them to stop. The thoughts didn't stop you from looking at your daughter's best friend from college like anything more than something that belonged to you.
Ever since she stepped foot in your home, you have eyes for her.
Especially on a day like today. You watched the twenty-one-year-old Kate Bishop rose from your pool in her purple bikini that left you wanting more. Her abs on display as her rough hands gripped around the metal ladder. Water running down her tanned legs that you so badly wanted around your head.
You kept your eyes on her through your sunglasses as she took a spot in a lounge chair next to your daughter to dry off and tan.
However, before lying down, she turned to you and waved. Innocence, having not left her yet.
You bit your lip. You could change that.
It was cute to see as you waved back and watched the way her ass jiggled before returning to your smut-filled Kindle.
Less than three hours later, your daughter and Kate were getting ready for a night out, catching up with old and new friends before returning to University next week.
You sat on the couch waiting for your pizza to be delivered as you watched another one of those superhero movies Kate always dragged your daughter to go see.
Your daughter couldn't appreciate the story and characters the way you could. The way Kate could!
As a red witch ripped the metal heart out of a robot, you heard the thunderous stomps of feet hit the stairs before the hardwood behind you. "Mom, this one again?" Your daughter asked, confused as to why you would watch this twice in one week. "Yes, again." You said with a fake smile.
Your eyes went from your daughter to Kate. "Oh man, I love this scene!" Your eyes move back to the screen to as the red guy with the gold cape was talking to the last robot. "Ugh, whatever." Your daughter mumbled as she turned away to search for her car keys.
Brat.
Meanwhile, Kate stepped closer to watch the scene unfold on screen. Her hands were on the back of the couch that sat in the middle of the room. You looked from Kate to her hands. The same one she used for archery. You loved watching her videos.
Carefully, you placed your left hand on her right. The touch of her electrified you.
To Kate, it was soft like you.
Oh, how lovely.
"You look beautiful." You quietly said as your eyes trailed up Kate's sundress. "Really? You think?" She asked as she took a step back. Her hand still with yours. "I wasn't too sure about the dress..."
You had to bite your lip as your eyes saw her toned and tanned legs. "It's perfect."
You wanted to rip it off her.
"Found them!" Your daughter yelled, signaling that it was time for Kate and her to leave.
Slowly, Kate moved her hand under yours and went to put on her Vans. The same you got her last year for her birthday.
"Bye, Mom! Love you!" Your daughter came around the couch and hugged you as Kate hung back. But with one look, you had her walking to you. "I'll see you girls later, right?" You asked as you pulled Kate closer to you. Her scent intoxicating you.
"Yeah, if we don't go to Cassie's." Your daughter said, glued to her phone, giving you time to hold Kate close enough to whisper in her ear. "I want you to be safe."
You couldn't have anything happening to your Katie...
"We will." She smiled as she got up from your hold. Your arms glided down her muscles, sending a wave of goosebumps over her skin. Kate blushed as your hands slid off of her hip. The dress separating your fingers from her hips.
She turned her body away, but you stopped her by grabbing her hand. "Don't be shy. It's okay." You whispered before your daughter opened the front door. Kate turned flustered before you let go.
"Bye!" Your daughter yelled as Kate joined her before closing the door behind them. You pulled your fingers close to you, but they still had her scent before touching them to your lips.
Your stomach swelled with a specific feeling.
In the car, Kate did her best to drown out your actions and her questioning thoughts by blasting a playlist. But you would make sure she would never forget you.
Kate just didn't know how.
Back at the house, you found yourself already in your daughter's room upstairs. You found Kates bag through the piles of clothes and junk and carefully unzipped it to reveal her dirty clothes from the previous day. You gently moved her floral top and shorts until you found what you wanted.
Her pink panties.
You had seen them briefly when she bent down to get her phone, which had slipped from her hand. Kate was and always will be clumsy like that.
It's what made her cuter.
A clumsy little slut that you would take care of.
You rubbed the material with your index finger and thumb and felt your stomach flip repeatedly. You let the smile creep on your face as you pull the panties from the bag. Letting the duffel fall to the floor.
You unwrapped the underwear and found the center. You could already smell her before bringing it closer. "Fuck." You whispered as you exhaled. Your mouth trembled as you opened and let out a shaky breath.
Your hand moved it closer until it touched your face. You inhaled and savored the smell before opening your mouth and running your narrow tongue up to where her pussy laid.
It was faint, but you tasted her.
You moaned and dragged your tongue up the material again and again as you fell back on the bed.
Your adult daughter's bed.
You let your tongue rest as you crumpled up the panties and brought it up to your nose before letting it go. The underwear settled next to your face as you smiled, and your hands found the top of your sweatpants. You arched your back up and lifted your ass before sliding the grey bottoms down.
Chills flew over your body as your ass touched the cool bedspread while your warm pussy made contact with the air.
You gripped onto the pair of underwear again, and you smiled as you slowly brought it down your body. Brushing past your covered-up boobs before it landed on your exposed stomach. You loved the feeling of it on you, but you moaned when Kate's underwear touched your wet pussy.
Her underwear instantly soaking up what you're feeling.
You jumped when it found your clit. With your eyes closed, you placed two fingers on the inside of the underwear and pushed it up against your spot.
You imagined Kate being on top of you.
Slowly, you worked your fingers into a circular motion that became faster and faster. The friction of the fabric became wetter and wetter. A whimper escaped your lips as you threw your head back, and the pleasure from the underwear was pushing you closer and closer to the point. "Oh god." You loudly moaned and bucked your body.
You opened your eyes and lifted yourself ever so slightly. You just loved the sight of her panties in your hand. "Fuck Kate. You dirty slut." You whimpered out before dropping the panties onto your swollen clit as your middle and ring finger found your wet pussy.
You inserted them inside of you with ease.
Your eyes rolled, and your head fell back onto the bed as you began to fuck yourself with your right hand. You smiled as you curled your fingers.
"Keep fucking me like that baby." You whispered as you imagined Kate, just like you imagined her hand on your throat as you moved your hand to wrap its fingers around you and apply pressure on the sides of your neck.
"Keep going!" You said through a choke moan as your pace increased. "Fuck- I'm gonna- I'm-" Your words fell empty as your mouth dropped.
Your eyes rolled back while your body started to shake and arch itself up as you climaxed. Your left hand leaving your throat to pull your own mouth open. Your tongue coated your fingers before they brought themselves down to your clit and pussy. Slowly you moved your middle finger up and down your clit as of Kate was slowly eating you out.
Your finger stayed in you as you came down from your high. Sweat rested on your forehead as your body landed back onto the bed with a gentle ease.
You stared at the ceiling with a wide grin as you felt Kate's panties lying on your pussy still. "You're mine." You whispered as you thought of Kate. "All mine."
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After cleaning up and taking a shower, you wore Kate's panties underneath a pair of shorts to lounge in with a white tank top that perfectly cupped your breasts.
And then you waited.
You kept yourself busy as you waited in bed for the sounds of two college girls making a mistake.
You heard it at close to 2 am.
Your daughter and Kate stumble on through the front door. They were trying their best to be quiet but failing. You exited from your bedroom as they reached the top of the stairs.
Your daughter was wasted as she clung to Kate for dear life. She didn't even see you in her daze, but Kate did. Dressed in the dim light from your room, she saw you.
You smiled and opened the door wider as you exited.
You grabbed the other arm of your daughter and helped Kate bring her to the bathroom. You gently placed her on the floor and watched as she crawled to the toilet as Kate grabbed some bottled water and Advil for your daughter and herself.
You placed your hand- The same hand you fucked yourself with hours prior on your daughter's back and soothed her as you waited for her to expel the enjoyment from tonight. "Fun night?" You looked up to Kate, who looked embarrassed to have been caught by you. She bit her lip and looked down while nodding.
"Kate?" You called out as your daughter started mumbling.
Kate looked up.
"How about you go grab a change of clothes, okay? You can use my bathroom to freshen up." Kate looked hesitant but nodded and turned away before stopping. She closed her eyes in thought. "Did you-" She swallowed to keep the drinks from earlier down. "Did you mean what you said? Before we left."
You turned and tilted your head.
Kate looked you up and down. Her eyes hovering on your tank top.
"Oh, the effects alcohol has on college girls with mommy issues." You thought before answering. "Yes." You said. "You're a beautiful girl, Kate." Kate held back a smile. "Now, be good for me and head to my room." You spoke with a commanding confidence that Kate, in her drunk mind, didn't think twice about.
All she knew was that her friend was safe with her mom and that she needed to get out of this dress. For herself or you was the unconscious question. But after spilling a drink on it and being groped while trying to dance, she was done and had shot after shot.
So asking you if you genuinely meant your words from earlier was something she needed. And when you said yes and called her beautiful again, it brought her right back.
She wanted to be good.
Kate smiled widely as she entered your bedroom with her clothes in hand. She sidestepped and stumbled as she quickly found the bathroom and let the door fly behind her. She thought she heard it close but Kate didn't know something that you did. For the door to close, you had to push up on the knob as you pushed in.
So, as Kate drunkenly tried to get out of her dress, the door quietly opened.
Down the hall, you cleaned your daughter's face before washing your hands. You brought her into her room and let her fall onto her bed. You looked her up and down before leaving her fully dressed with the light off and closing the door behind you.
The other girl in your house was more important.
You walked up to your door and stepped forward with a hidden smile.
You had dreamed of having Kate alone in your room, and it was finally happening. You quietly opened your bedroom and took a peek in. At first, you didn't see her until you stepped inside and looked to your right. In your bathroom, you watched as Kate sat on the edge of your tub as she looked at her naked body in your giant mirror.
You locked the door behind you. Carefully, you took steps towards the bathroom door, and when Kate didn't look your way, you cleared your throat.
This got her attention.
In her drunken haze, she tried to cover herself up, but her clothes were on the counter, and she couldn't help but see double.
You quickly moved to her side and stopped her. "Hey." You spoke gently. "It's okay." You wrapped an arm around her body and held her close to you. Kate shook her head. "It's nothing I haven't seen before." Kate hiccuped. "B-but it's not right." She said with her eyes closed.
"Let me help you get dressed." Kate opened her eyes to you with a pouty look on her face. "Please." She said. It took everything in you not to slam your lips into hers.
You smiled. You had to be cautious.
"Stand up, baby." You said as your hand trailed down Kate's back.
You watched Kate get up and take a step forward. Her ass lightly bounced as she lost her footing but caught herself. So cute.
But fuck, you wanted to mark her.
Your eyes continued to roam the Bishop girl's body. Her tanned skin became lighter when you worked your way back down. You licked your lips while Kate stopped at the counter. You had the perfect view of the glorious gap between her legs.
You loved the way her lips slightly spilled out of her puffy pussy. Better yet. She kept her hair. You pushed your legs together and let out a breath to mask the moan you wanted to scream.
"Okay." You got up from the tub's edge and stood next to Kate. "Are you looking at yourself?" Kate turned her head in the mirror while her hands held her crumbled-up bike shorts. She nodded with a sad look. "What's wrong, baby?" The nickname slipped past your lips as your hand found Kate's head. She was slowly pushing back some hair behind her ears.
"I think I'm getting drunker..." She said as she turned to you. Her eyes looked more glossy than before.
That's when you realized she had been drugged, and the effects were trickling in.
You bit your tongue. Someone had drugged your two girls, and it pissed you off, but as you moved your hand from Kate's head to her arms, you quickly realized if you wanted to do anything tonight, you'd have to act fast.
"Kate.." You said as her eyes found yours. You lifted her arm so her hand was on your shoulder. You moved your bodies closer together. Kate blushed at the contact of your clothed breast. "Yes?" She mumbled. "Do you find me attractive?"
Kate went quiet once again and pulled her head down.
You couldn't help but smirk. "Kate..." Your hand raised to her chin and held it in place. "Be a good girl and answer me."
Kate's hooded eyes raised to see yours in all its beauty. "I do." She answered. You smiled and pulled her close—an inch between your lips. "If you want me to stop, say so now," Kate said nothing but gasped as you came forward and pressed your lips into hers. You moaned like a whore because you couldn't help it. Kate's soft lips parted as you both moved as one. Her tongue slipped into you.
Kate's tired hands fell from your shoulder to your breast and stayed there. You smiled and lifted your lips from her. "Does someone want to play with mommy?"
Kate drunkingly nodded. You took charge, lifted your tank top off your body, and let Kate's hands find their way to your skin again. The warm touch of her hands felt like lava against you, but you couldn't do anything but smile before pushing Kate into your bathroom counter. Her body against yours. Your lips on her neck.
Her blurring eyes trying to fight off the washing feeling as she moaned and moaned.
"Jump up, baby." You whispered up Kate's neck, but she wasn't aware of the words surrounding her until you pulled away and took her chin. Rougher this time. "Up on the counter."
If Kate were sober, she would've been fighting whether to stay. She was just an innocent girl who had taken a liking to rough porn and naughty fanfics once in a while, but with her mind gone, she grew wetter at your harshness.
So she rose on her tippy toes and let you grab her body and place it onto the cold countertop of your bathroom.
Kate moaned as your lips found her skin again. Your sloppy kisses turned into acts of pain as you bit and sucked on Kate's upper chest. "You're so perfect." You said as you flicked your tongue over her nipples, making her jump as she couldn't do anything but wrap her legs around you and throw her mouth open. "Oh god!"
He wasn't going to stop this.
He didn't know your dark thoughts were seeping through.
As you moved further down her body, Kate's nails dug into your shoulders. The pain sent a jolt through you that made you smile before you kissed her thighs. "Let me see, baby." You said to Kate as she did her best to close her legs but failed when your hands stopped her.
You looked up to see Kate already looking down. Her eyes becoming droopy. "Don't you want me to make you feel good?" Kate nodded. You nodded back. "Thats right baby. Let me do that." You hooked your arms around Kate's legs and moved her against the countertop. Her wet pussy spread open and on display for you.
It was a glorious sight, and you had to take a second to appreciate it. "What's wrong?" Kate, in her state, mumbled as her hands found your hair. "Nothing. It's perfect." You replied after picking your lips. "You're perfect for me."
Kate felt your tongue come into contact with her pussy, making her hold your hair tight. "Oh!" She moaned as you flicked her clit before working your mouth back down the bottom.
You ate the younger woman out as you became addicted to her taste.
"Oh mo-mommy!" Kate moaned as you worked a finger inside of her. You truly wanted to fuck her crazy, but you'd have to wait. "Oh fuck!" Kate screamed out as you spit onto her clit before licking it up. "Oh, Kate!" You moaned as you sucked on the hood of her pussy. "You're so good to me. Fuck you're perfect!" You added another finger that had Kate squirming, but anytime her hands went near you to "stop you," you pushed them away. "Don't do that, baby." You scolded her as you continued to eat her out.
Kate dumbly nodded and let you do your magic until she came on your tongue. You did your best to swallow every drop of her, no matter how loud she cried out.
But with a satisfied look on both of your faces, you moved back on your knees and entirely took in the sight of Kate drunkenly panting with her legs spread. She was leaned back against the bathroom mirror. She wore a smile and nothing else.
Your eyes left her as a thought came into your head. "Kate?" You said, looking at her phone sitting under her clothes on the counter. "Hmm?" Kate replied with her eyes closing. "Can I take some pictures?" You asked?
Kate slowly blinked open to your request. She shook her head slowly. But you weren't asking. "Are you sure?" You said as you stood up and grabbed her phone. Kate didn't move. You moved too fast for her brain.
When you flipped the screen over, you discovered that Kate had a passcode lock. You huffed and looked at the girl you just ate out. You quickly took steps forward and moved the hair out of her face before moving her so she sat straight up against the mirror. "Open your eyes, baby." Kate blinked but listened to you like the good slut she was. You smiled as Kate left you enough time to flip the phone over and have her Face ID unlock the phone.
You bite back a smile as you ended up on your knees again. "Try not to move, okay?" You asked of Kate as you grabbed her left hand, placing it behind the phone. As if she was the one taking pictures.
The first picture was your favorite.
You could see the countertop underneath Kate's ass as she was spread open for you. You could barely see her face, but it gave enough details on her body that anyone who saw the picture would know it was her.
But these were for you and you only.
Maybe...
Over the next couple of minutes, you would take picture after picture—different poses. Sometimes, Kate's eyes would spike the lens. Other times, they were closed. You even took a few of her face with your panties in view in her hand. As if Kate was holding them like a prize.
Kate didn't seem to mind.
In fact, she didn't even seem to make a noise when you lifted her up and placed her on your bed. Her body bouncing against the mattress made you smile before climbing over her, kissing her, and marking her like you really wanted to. Leaving bruises from your lips that wouldn't form for another two days. Salvia and spit leaving you as you worked your way down Kate Bishop like a whore in heat.
She was yours whether she would ever remember this or not.
Whether she felt your strap push itself into her pussy or not. Whether you fucked her or not. Whether she actually screamed out in pleasure with her eyes rolling back, begging for you through slurred words or not.
Whether you took a video of it or not.
Whether you took pictures of how her nails dug into you or not. Or the way she pleaded for you not to leave her but only for her to whimper when you pulled out.
Everything you took on Kate's phone you sent to yourself before deleting the evidence- the pictures and videos, even deleting your number from her phone once you revived your possessions.
After you took care of Kate and cleaned her up, the sun still had another hour or two before it started to rise. So, with a smile, you held Kate close and kissed her. You whispered everything you loved about her as she snored into your pillow.
God, she was precious in this moment.
You already knew that you wouldn't want Kate to go once the line had been crossed. But come morning, when Kate woke up in your daughter's room on the floor dressed in her clothes, would she come to realize what you meant.
Kate could sense something was off as soon as she awaoke. No, it wasn't the pounding headache or the need to throw up. What Kate was experiencing was fog. Memories of the prior night disappeared once she and your daughter made it home safely.
Kate slowly turned her head to see your daughter still passed out. Kate decided to leave her alone as she stumbled her way into the guest bathroom.
Minutes went by before Kate finally looked in the mirror and saw a mark on her neck that you had purposefully left. But Kate didn't know that yet. She touched the red and flinched at the pain. "What the hell?" Kate questioned with a roughness to her voice before she smelt the cooking of waffles, and her senses led her downstairs.
With her eyes still protecting themselves from the bright sun and lights around the house, Kate made her way to the kitchen. She saw you in front of the kitchen island, putting cream cheese onto a bagel.
You waited for Kate to be the one to speak up. You heard the girl enter the room but paid her no mind as you focused on the food before you.
However, out of the corner of your eye did you see Kate begin to shuffle her way into the kitchen. "Hi," Kate said before wincing as she cleared her throat. You lifted your head to the college girl and smiled wide. "Hi, Kate!"
You kept your distance and only looked up and down her body once. Kate looked you up and down as well. She loved the pajama shorts and sweatshirt combo.
"How did you sleep?" You asked as you turned around to grab some plates. Kate opened her mouth before struggling to answer that question.
How did she sleep?
Kate didn't even remember going up the stairs.
"Fine..." She said unconvincingly, but you knew that. You turned back towards her. "Are you sure?" You tilted your head and gave the girl a slight pout. "You don't look all that fine." Kate slowly stepped closer and closer to the other side of the kitchen island. Her body ached more with each step. "I..." Kate looked away as she tried to find the right way to say this. You kept your eyes on her. Cautiously. Careful. "I don't remember much from last night..." You kept your mouth closed as you looked back down to the plate in front of you. "Well, it sounds like you girls certainly had fun." You kept a smile hidden as you began putting brown sugar cinnamon on another bagel.
You knew it was Kate's favorite. Besides blueberry.
Kate nodded to your words. But she remained confused. She knew she didn't do anything with anyone at the bar, yet she had a mark. Kate remembers returning to the house but has nothing to say after that...
Kate went silent as she kept her eyes on how your hands moved around the kitchen. She was trapped in her mind thinking. However, it wasn't until you pulled up your sleeve and Kate saw scratches did she have a flashback to a few hours ago.
She looks up at her nails digging into your skin.
"Kate?" You pulled Kate out of her mind as you stood beside her. Your arms on either side of the younger woman. She was trapped, and she was slowly figuring out why she felt the way she did.
"Do you like them?" You asked as you pulled your sleeve up more in front of her face. On your bicep was a row of hickeys. Kate's mouth went dry but fell at the reveal. "I- I didn't- I didn't do that!" Kate became louder, hurting her own head. "Oh, but you did." You said as you whispered. "And you liked it, baby." The way you spoke made Kate's skin crawl enough that she tried to get up and leave, but you grabbed her and slammed her back down on her seat. "Mommy's not done." You barked at Kate. Fear grew in her eyes. The person you were was not the person she knew.
You moved your one hand away from the counter and into your pocket. Kate watched you open it up and go to a private folder. "You made me do this." You told Kate as you moved your lips to behind her ear. Softly placing a kiss, Kate couldn't help but let it happen as she was stuck watching video after video of the way you fucked her. Or the way she screamed in pleasure. Or how, in one video, Kate was on top of you, pointing the camera down as you screamed for her to stop.
Of course, it wasn't true.
You framed it that way.
Just like all the pictures and screenshots of text messages made it look like Kate forced YOU into something you didn't want.
"Oh, don't give me that look." You said as you took the phone from her hands while tears fell from Kate's eyes when she looked back at you. "You gave me your consent prior to this all, and don't start to lie to yourself and say you never touched yourself thinking about me."
"You're a monster." The words struggled to leave Kate's throat. "And yet you fucked me." You smirked. "So please don't do this." You made a gesture with your hand to Kate crying. "Besides..." You leaned in and kissed Kate's red, tear-stained cheeks. Licking your lips. "No one has to know. It'll be our little secret."
Kate felt like she couldn't breathe.
"You don't say anything, and everything stays with me." You harshly grabbed Kate's chin and forced her to look at you. "But if you say something, I reply with everything I need to make it look like you forced me. You went crazy with lust."
"No one would believe you." Kate cries after a second. You shake your head as you pat her cheeks. "Oh, but you're wrong, baby. They're going to believe me over a dumb slut like you any day of the week. Just trust me. Because I really don't want to lose what we have."
Kate sniffled as her tears became exhausting. She was growing weary by the second. "What do we have?" She asked. You nodded to her question. "Each other, Kate. Like I said. You wanted it." You leaned in and kissed Kate deeply before the top step of the staircase was heard creaking. Quickly, you backed away from Kate and rounded the kitchen island as your daughter entered.
"Hey..." Her voice was just as rough as Kate's. "What's going on?" She asked as she stepped closer to her friend. Your daughter didn't hear anything going on, but as she made her way to Kate's side, she could see her friend had been crying. "Kate?" She asked quietly, yet Kate didn't respond immediately. She was too busy thinking about how she had been used and the things she saw on your phone. Too busy thinking about whether she actually enjoyed any of it or not.
When Kate finally did answer your daughter, she looked right at you with your back turned to the stove before giving a bullshit excuse.
You smiled at that.
"You know I was thinking about throwing a little something before school starts again in the fall? Maybe like a party? Is that something you'd be interested in?" You asked your daughter as you fixed her and Kate plates of food they could handle. Your daughter loved the idea, but you didn't give a shit if she did or didn't want it. You were telling Kate when and where the next time would be for a night like last night.
And if she wanted to be present in the moments or not.
But when the party rolled around, and Kate arrived in a dress you wanted her to wear, you knew she was your good girl.
Yet they only grew. They were disturbing and forbidden, and still, you had them.
No matter how much you wanted them to stop. The thoughts didn't stop you from looking at your daughter's best friend from college like anything more than something that belonged to you.
Ever since she stepped foot in your home, you have eyes for her.
Especially on a day like today. You watched the twenty-one-year-old Kate Bishop rose from your pool in her purple bikini that left you wanting more. Her abs on display as her rough hands gripped around the metal ladder. Water running down her tanned legs that you so badly wanted around your head.
You kept your eyes on her through your sunglasses as she took a spot in a lounge chair next to your daughter to dry off and tan.
However, before lying down, she turned to you and waved. Innocence, having not left her yet.
You bit your lip. You could change that.
It was cute to see as you waved back and watched the way her ass jiggled before returning to your smut-filled Kindle.
Less than three hours later, your daughter and Kate were getting ready for a night out, catching up with old and new friends before returning to University next week.
You sat on the couch waiting for your pizza to be delivered as you watched another one of those superhero movies Kate always dragged your daughter to go see.
Your daughter couldn't appreciate the story and characters the way you could. The way Kate could!
As a red witch ripped the metal heart out of a robot, you heard the thunderous stomps of feet hit the stairs before the hardwood behind you. "Mom, this one again?" Your daughter asked, confused as to why you would watch this twice in one week. "Yes, again." You said with a fake smile.
Your eyes went from your daughter to Kate. "Oh man, I love this scene!" Your eyes move back to the screen to as the red guy with the gold cape was talking to the last robot. "Ugh, whatever." Your daughter mumbled as she turned away to search for her car keys.
Brat.
Meanwhile, Kate stepped closer to watch the scene unfold on screen. Her hands were on the back of the couch that sat in the middle of the room. You looked from Kate to her hands. The same one she used for archery. You loved watching her videos.
Carefully, you placed your left hand on her right. The touch of her electrified you.
To Kate, it was soft like you.
Oh, how lovely.
"You look beautiful." You quietly said as your eyes trailed up Kate's sundress. "Really? You think?" She asked as she took a step back. Her hand still with yours. "I wasn't too sure about the dress..."
You had to bite your lip as your eyes saw her toned and tanned legs. "It's perfect."
You wanted to rip it off her.
"Found them!" Your daughter yelled, signaling that it was time for Kate and her to leave.
Slowly, Kate moved her hand under yours and went to put on her Vans. The same you got her last year for her birthday.
"Bye, Mom! Love you!" Your daughter came around the couch and hugged you as Kate hung back. But with one look, you had her walking to you. "I'll see you girls later, right?" You asked as you pulled Kate closer to you. Her scent intoxicating you.
"Yeah, if we don't go to Cassie's." Your daughter said, glued to her phone, giving you time to hold Kate close enough to whisper in her ear. "I want you to be safe."
You couldn't have anything happening to your Katie...
"We will." She smiled as she got up from your hold. Your arms glided down her muscles, sending a wave of goosebumps over her skin. Kate blushed as your hands slid off of her hip. The dress separating your fingers from her hips.
She turned her body away, but you stopped her by grabbing her hand. "Don't be shy. It's okay." You whispered before your daughter opened the front door. Kate turned flustered before you let go.
"Bye!" Your daughter yelled as Kate joined her before closing the door behind them. You pulled your fingers close to you, but they still had her scent before touching them to your lips.
Your stomach swelled with a specific feeling.
In the car, Kate did her best to drown out your actions and her questioning thoughts by blasting a playlist. But you would make sure she would never forget you.
Kate just didn't know how.
Back at the house, you found yourself already in your daughter's room upstairs. You found Kates bag through the piles of clothes and junk and carefully unzipped it to reveal her dirty clothes from the previous day. You gently moved her floral top and shorts until you found what you wanted.
Her pink panties.
You had seen them briefly when she bent down to get her phone, which had slipped from her hand. Kate was and always will be clumsy like that.
It's what made her cuter.
A clumsy little slut that you would take care of.
You rubbed the material with your index finger and thumb and felt your stomach flip repeatedly. You let the smile creep on your face as you pull the panties from the bag. Letting the duffel fall to the floor.
You unwrapped the underwear and found the center. You could already smell her before bringing it closer. "Fuck." You whispered as you exhaled. Your mouth trembled as you opened and let out a shaky breath.
Your hand moved it closer until it touched your face. You inhaled and savored the smell before opening your mouth and running your narrow tongue up to where her pussy laid.
It was faint, but you tasted her.
You moaned and dragged your tongue up the material again and again as you fell back on the bed.
Your adult daughter's bed.
You let your tongue rest as you crumpled up the panties and brought it up to your nose before letting it go. The underwear settled next to your face as you smiled, and your hands found the top of your sweatpants. You arched your back up and lifted your ass before sliding the grey bottoms down.
Chills flew over your body as your ass touched the cool bedspread while your warm pussy made contact with the air.
You gripped onto the pair of underwear again, and you smiled as you slowly brought it down your body. Brushing past your covered-up boobs before it landed on your exposed stomach. You loved the feeling of it on you, but you moaned when Kate's underwear touched your wet pussy.
Her underwear instantly soaking up what you're feeling.
You jumped when it found your clit. With your eyes closed, you placed two fingers on the inside of the underwear and pushed it up against your spot.
You imagined Kate being on top of you.
Slowly, you worked your fingers into a circular motion that became faster and faster. The friction of the fabric became wetter and wetter. A whimper escaped your lips as you threw your head back, and the pleasure from the underwear was pushing you closer and closer to the point. "Oh god." You loudly moaned and bucked your body.
You opened your eyes and lifted yourself ever so slightly. You just loved the sight of her panties in your hand. "Fuck Kate. You dirty slut." You whimpered out before dropping the panties onto your swollen clit as your middle and ring finger found your wet pussy.
You inserted them inside of you with ease.
Your eyes rolled, and your head fell back onto the bed as you began to fuck yourself with your right hand. You smiled as you curled your fingers.
"Keep fucking me like that baby." You whispered as you imagined Kate, just like you imagined her hand on your throat as you moved your hand to wrap its fingers around you and apply pressure on the sides of your neck.
"Keep going!" You said through a choke moan as your pace increased. "Fuck- I'm gonna- I'm-" Your words fell empty as your mouth dropped.
Your eyes rolled back while your body started to shake and arch itself up as you climaxed. Your left hand leaving your throat to pull your own mouth open. Your tongue coated your fingers before they brought themselves down to your clit and pussy. Slowly you moved your middle finger up and down your clit as of Kate was slowly eating you out.
Your finger stayed in you as you came down from your high. Sweat rested on your forehead as your body landed back onto the bed with a gentle ease.
You stared at the ceiling with a wide grin as you felt Kate's panties lying on your pussy still. "You're mine." You whispered as you thought of Kate. "All mine."
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After cleaning up and taking a shower, you wore Kate's panties underneath a pair of shorts to lounge in with a white tank top that perfectly cupped your breasts.
And then you waited.
You kept yourself busy as you waited in bed for the sounds of two college girls making a mistake.
You heard it at close to 2 am.
Your daughter and Kate stumble on through the front door. They were trying their best to be quiet but failing. You exited from your bedroom as they reached the top of the stairs.
Your daughter was wasted as she clung to Kate for dear life. She didn't even see you in her daze, but Kate did. Dressed in the dim light from your room, she saw you.
You smiled and opened the door wider as you exited.
You grabbed the other arm of your daughter and helped Kate bring her to the bathroom. You gently placed her on the floor and watched as she crawled to the toilet as Kate grabbed some bottled water and Advil for your daughter and herself.
You placed your hand- The same hand you fucked yourself with hours prior on your daughter's back and soothed her as you waited for her to expel the enjoyment from tonight. "Fun night?" You looked up to Kate, who looked embarrassed to have been caught by you. She bit her lip and looked down while nodding.
"Kate?" You called out as your daughter started mumbling.
Kate looked up.
"How about you go grab a change of clothes, okay? You can use my bathroom to freshen up." Kate looked hesitant but nodded and turned away before stopping. She closed her eyes in thought. "Did you-" She swallowed to keep the drinks from earlier down. "Did you mean what you said? Before we left."
You turned and tilted your head.
Kate looked you up and down. Her eyes hovering on your tank top.
"Oh, the effects alcohol has on college girls with mommy issues." You thought before answering. "Yes." You said. "You're a beautiful girl, Kate." Kate held back a smile. "Now, be good for me and head to my room." You spoke with a commanding confidence that Kate, in her drunk mind, didn't think twice about.
All she knew was that her friend was safe with her mom and that she needed to get out of this dress. For herself or you was the unconscious question. But after spilling a drink on it and being groped while trying to dance, she was done and had shot after shot.
So asking you if you genuinely meant your words from earlier was something she needed. And when you said yes and called her beautiful again, it brought her right back.
She wanted to be good.
Kate smiled widely as she entered your bedroom with her clothes in hand. She sidestepped and stumbled as she quickly found the bathroom and let the door fly behind her. She thought she heard it close but Kate didn't know something that you did. For the door to close, you had to push up on the knob as you pushed in.
So, as Kate drunkenly tried to get out of her dress, the door quietly opened.
Down the hall, you cleaned your daughter's face before washing your hands. You brought her into her room and let her fall onto her bed. You looked her up and down before leaving her fully dressed with the light off and closing the door behind you.
The other girl in your house was more important.
You walked up to your door and stepped forward with a hidden smile.
You had dreamed of having Kate alone in your room, and it was finally happening. You quietly opened your bedroom and took a peek in. At first, you didn't see her until you stepped inside and looked to your right. In your bathroom, you watched as Kate sat on the edge of your tub as she looked at her naked body in your giant mirror.
You locked the door behind you. Carefully, you took steps towards the bathroom door, and when Kate didn't look your way, you cleared your throat.
This got her attention.
In her drunken haze, she tried to cover herself up, but her clothes were on the counter, and she couldn't help but see double.
You quickly moved to her side and stopped her. "Hey." You spoke gently. "It's okay." You wrapped an arm around her body and held her close to you. Kate shook her head. "It's nothing I haven't seen before." Kate hiccuped. "B-but it's not right." She said with her eyes closed.
"Let me help you get dressed." Kate opened her eyes to you with a pouty look on her face. "Please." She said. It took everything in you not to slam your lips into hers.
You smiled. You had to be cautious.
"Stand up, baby." You said as your hand trailed down Kate's back.
You watched Kate get up and take a step forward. Her ass lightly bounced as she lost her footing but caught herself. So cute.
But fuck, you wanted to mark her.
Your eyes continued to roam the Bishop girl's body. Her tanned skin became lighter when you worked your way back down. You licked your lips while Kate stopped at the counter. You had the perfect view of the glorious gap between her legs.
You loved the way her lips slightly spilled out of her puffy pussy. Better yet. She kept her hair. You pushed your legs together and let out a breath to mask the moan you wanted to scream.
"Okay." You got up from the tub's edge and stood next to Kate. "Are you looking at yourself?" Kate turned her head in the mirror while her hands held her crumbled-up bike shorts. She nodded with a sad look. "What's wrong, baby?" The nickname slipped past your lips as your hand found Kate's head. She was slowly pushing back some hair behind her ears.
"I think I'm getting drunker..." She said as she turned to you. Her eyes looked more glossy than before.
That's when you realized she had been drugged, and the effects were trickling in.
You bit your tongue. Someone had drugged your two girls, and it pissed you off, but as you moved your hand from Kate's head to her arms, you quickly realized if you wanted to do anything tonight, you'd have to act fast.
"Kate.." You said as her eyes found yours. You lifted her arm so her hand was on your shoulder. You moved your bodies closer together. Kate blushed at the contact of your clothed breast. "Yes?" She mumbled. "Do you find me attractive?"
Kate went quiet once again and pulled her head down.
You couldn't help but smirk. "Kate..." Your hand raised to her chin and held it in place. "Be a good girl and answer me."
Kate's hooded eyes raised to see yours in all its beauty. "I do." She answered. You smiled and pulled her close—an inch between your lips. "If you want me to stop, say so now," Kate said nothing but gasped as you came forward and pressed your lips into hers. You moaned like a whore because you couldn't help it. Kate's soft lips parted as you both moved as one. Her tongue slipped into you.
Kate's tired hands fell from your shoulder to your breast and stayed there. You smiled and lifted your lips from her. "Does someone want to play with mommy?"
Kate drunkingly nodded. You took charge, lifted your tank top off your body, and let Kate's hands find their way to your skin again. The warm touch of her hands felt like lava against you, but you couldn't do anything but smile before pushing Kate into your bathroom counter. Her body against yours. Your lips on her neck.
Her blurring eyes trying to fight off the washing feeling as she moaned and moaned.
"Jump up, baby." You whispered up Kate's neck, but she wasn't aware of the words surrounding her until you pulled away and took her chin. Rougher this time. "Up on the counter."
If Kate were sober, she would've been fighting whether to stay. She was just an innocent girl who had taken a liking to rough porn and naughty fanfics once in a while, but with her mind gone, she grew wetter at your harshness.
So she rose on her tippy toes and let you grab her body and place it onto the cold countertop of your bathroom.
Kate moaned as your lips found her skin again. Your sloppy kisses turned into acts of pain as you bit and sucked on Kate's upper chest. "You're so perfect." You said as you flicked your tongue over her nipples, making her jump as she couldn't do anything but wrap her legs around you and throw her mouth open. "Oh god!"
He wasn't going to stop this.
He didn't know your dark thoughts were seeping through.
As you moved further down her body, Kate's nails dug into your shoulders. The pain sent a jolt through you that made you smile before you kissed her thighs. "Let me see, baby." You said to Kate as she did her best to close her legs but failed when your hands stopped her.
You looked up to see Kate already looking down. Her eyes becoming droopy. "Don't you want me to make you feel good?" Kate nodded. You nodded back. "Thats right baby. Let me do that." You hooked your arms around Kate's legs and moved her against the countertop. Her wet pussy spread open and on display for you.
It was a glorious sight, and you had to take a second to appreciate it. "What's wrong?" Kate, in her state, mumbled as her hands found your hair. "Nothing. It's perfect." You replied after picking your lips. "You're perfect for me."
Kate felt your tongue come into contact with her pussy, making her hold your hair tight. "Oh!" She moaned as you flicked her clit before working your mouth back down the bottom.
You ate the younger woman out as you became addicted to her taste.
"Oh mo-mommy!" Kate moaned as you worked a finger inside of her. You truly wanted to fuck her crazy, but you'd have to wait. "Oh fuck!" Kate screamed out as you spit onto her clit before licking it up. "Oh, Kate!" You moaned as you sucked on the hood of her pussy. "You're so good to me. Fuck you're perfect!" You added another finger that had Kate squirming, but anytime her hands went near you to "stop you," you pushed them away. "Don't do that, baby." You scolded her as you continued to eat her out.
Kate dumbly nodded and let you do your magic until she came on your tongue. You did your best to swallow every drop of her, no matter how loud she cried out.
But with a satisfied look on both of your faces, you moved back on your knees and entirely took in the sight of Kate drunkenly panting with her legs spread. She was leaned back against the bathroom mirror. She wore a smile and nothing else.
Your eyes left her as a thought came into your head. "Kate?" You said, looking at her phone sitting under her clothes on the counter. "Hmm?" Kate replied with her eyes closing. "Can I take some pictures?" You asked?
Kate slowly blinked open to your request. She shook her head slowly. But you weren't asking. "Are you sure?" You said as you stood up and grabbed her phone. Kate didn't move. You moved too fast for her brain.
When you flipped the screen over, you discovered that Kate had a passcode lock. You huffed and looked at the girl you just ate out. You quickly took steps forward and moved the hair out of her face before moving her so she sat straight up against the mirror. "Open your eyes, baby." Kate blinked but listened to you like the good slut she was. You smiled as Kate left you enough time to flip the phone over and have her Face ID unlock the phone.
You bite back a smile as you ended up on your knees again. "Try not to move, okay?" You asked of Kate as you grabbed her left hand, placing it behind the phone. As if she was the one taking pictures.
The first picture was your favorite.
You could see the countertop underneath Kate's ass as she was spread open for you. You could barely see her face, but it gave enough details on her body that anyone who saw the picture would know it was her.
But these were for you and you only.
Maybe...
Over the next couple of minutes, you would take picture after picture—different poses. Sometimes, Kate's eyes would spike the lens. Other times, they were closed. You even took a few of her face with your panties in view in her hand. As if Kate was holding them like a prize.
Kate didn't seem to mind.
In fact, she didn't even seem to make a noise when you lifted her up and placed her on your bed. Her body bouncing against the mattress made you smile before climbing over her, kissing her, and marking her like you really wanted to. Leaving bruises from your lips that wouldn't form for another two days. Salvia and spit leaving you as you worked your way down Kate Bishop like a whore in heat.
She was yours whether she would ever remember this or not.
Whether she felt your strap push itself into her pussy or not. Whether you fucked her or not. Whether she actually screamed out in pleasure with her eyes rolling back, begging for you through slurred words or not.
Whether you took a video of it or not.
Whether you took pictures of how her nails dug into you or not. Or the way she pleaded for you not to leave her but only for her to whimper when you pulled out.
Everything you took on Kate's phone you sent to yourself before deleting the evidence- the pictures and videos, even deleting your number from her phone once you revived your possessions.
After you took care of Kate and cleaned her up, the sun still had another hour or two before it started to rise. So, with a smile, you held Kate close and kissed her. You whispered everything you loved about her as she snored into your pillow.
God, she was precious in this moment.
You already knew that you wouldn't want Kate to go once the line had been crossed. But come morning, when Kate woke up in your daughter's room on the floor dressed in her clothes, would she come to realize what you meant.
Kate could sense something was off as soon as she awaoke. No, it wasn't the pounding headache or the need to throw up. What Kate was experiencing was fog. Memories of the prior night disappeared once she and your daughter made it home safely.
Kate slowly turned her head to see your daughter still passed out. Kate decided to leave her alone as she stumbled her way into the guest bathroom.
Minutes went by before Kate finally looked in the mirror and saw a mark on her neck that you had purposefully left. But Kate didn't know that yet. She touched the red and flinched at the pain. "What the hell?" Kate questioned with a roughness to her voice before she smelt the cooking of waffles, and her senses led her downstairs.
With her eyes still protecting themselves from the bright sun and lights around the house, Kate made her way to the kitchen. She saw you in front of the kitchen island, putting cream cheese onto a bagel.
You waited for Kate to be the one to speak up. You heard the girl enter the room but paid her no mind as you focused on the food before you.
However, out of the corner of your eye did you see Kate begin to shuffle her way into the kitchen. "Hi," Kate said before wincing as she cleared her throat. You lifted your head to the college girl and smiled wide. "Hi, Kate!"
You kept your distance and only looked up and down her body once. Kate looked you up and down as well. She loved the pajama shorts and sweatshirt combo.
"How did you sleep?" You asked as you turned around to grab some plates. Kate opened her mouth before struggling to answer that question.
How did she sleep?
Kate didn't even remember going up the stairs.
"Fine..." She said unconvincingly, but you knew that. You turned back towards her. "Are you sure?" You tilted your head and gave the girl a slight pout. "You don't look all that fine." Kate slowly stepped closer and closer to the other side of the kitchen island. Her body ached more with each step. "I..." Kate looked away as she tried to find the right way to say this. You kept your eyes on her. Cautiously. Careful. "I don't remember much from last night..." You kept your mouth closed as you looked back down to the plate in front of you. "Well, it sounds like you girls certainly had fun." You kept a smile hidden as you began putting brown sugar cinnamon on another bagel.
You knew it was Kate's favorite. Besides blueberry.
Kate nodded to your words. But she remained confused. She knew she didn't do anything with anyone at the bar, yet she had a mark. Kate remembers returning to the house but has nothing to say after that...
Kate went silent as she kept her eyes on how your hands moved around the kitchen. She was trapped in her mind thinking. However, it wasn't until you pulled up your sleeve and Kate saw scratches did she have a flashback to a few hours ago.
She looks up at her nails digging into your skin.
"Kate?" You pulled Kate out of her mind as you stood beside her. Your arms on either side of the younger woman. She was trapped, and she was slowly figuring out why she felt the way she did.
"Do you like them?" You asked as you pulled your sleeve up more in front of her face. On your bicep was a row of hickeys. Kate's mouth went dry but fell at the reveal. "I- I didn't- I didn't do that!" Kate became louder, hurting her own head. "Oh, but you did." You said as you whispered. "And you liked it, baby." The way you spoke made Kate's skin crawl enough that she tried to get up and leave, but you grabbed her and slammed her back down on her seat. "Mommy's not done." You barked at Kate. Fear grew in her eyes. The person you were was not the person she knew.
You moved your one hand away from the counter and into your pocket. Kate watched you open it up and go to a private folder. "You made me do this." You told Kate as you moved your lips to behind her ear. Softly placing a kiss, Kate couldn't help but let it happen as she was stuck watching video after video of the way you fucked her. Or the way she screamed in pleasure. Or how, in one video, Kate was on top of you, pointing the camera down as you screamed for her to stop.
Of course, it wasn't true.
You framed it that way.
Just like all the pictures and screenshots of text messages made it look like Kate forced YOU into something you didn't want.
"Oh, don't give me that look." You said as you took the phone from her hands while tears fell from Kate's eyes when she looked back at you. "You gave me your consent prior to this all, and don't start to lie to yourself and say you never touched yourself thinking about me."
"You're a monster." The words struggled to leave Kate's throat. "And yet you fucked me." You smirked. "So please don't do this." You made a gesture with your hand to Kate crying. "Besides..." You leaned in and kissed Kate's red, tear-stained cheeks. Licking your lips. "No one has to know. It'll be our little secret."
Kate felt like she couldn't breathe.
"You don't say anything, and everything stays with me." You harshly grabbed Kate's chin and forced her to look at you. "But if you say something, I reply with everything I need to make it look like you forced me. You went crazy with lust."
"No one would believe you." Kate cries after a second. You shake your head as you pat her cheeks. "Oh, but you're wrong, baby. They're going to believe me over a dumb slut like you any day of the week. Just trust me. Because I really don't want to lose what we have."
Kate sniffled as her tears became exhausting. She was growing weary by the second. "What do we have?" She asked. You nodded to her question. "Each other, Kate. Like I said. You wanted it." You leaned in and kissed Kate deeply before the top step of the staircase was heard creaking. Quickly, you backed away from Kate and rounded the kitchen island as your daughter entered.
"Hey..." Her voice was just as rough as Kate's. "What's going on?" She asked as she stepped closer to her friend. Your daughter didn't hear anything going on, but as she made her way to Kate's side, she could see her friend had been crying. "Kate?" She asked quietly, yet Kate didn't respond immediately. She was too busy thinking about how she had been used and the things she saw on your phone. Too busy thinking about whether she actually enjoyed any of it or not.
When Kate finally did answer your daughter, she looked right at you with your back turned to the stove before giving a bullshit excuse.
You smiled at that.
"You know I was thinking about throwing a little something before school starts again in the fall? Maybe like a party? Is that something you'd be interested in?" You asked your daughter as you fixed her and Kate plates of food they could handle. Your daughter loved the idea, but you didn't give a shit if she did or didn't want it. You were telling Kate when and where the next time would be for a night like last night.
And if she wanted to be present in the moments or not.
But when the party rolled around, and Kate arrived in a dress you wanted her to wear, you knew she was your good girl.
Summary: Your neighbor across the hall isn't anything like you thought she'd be.
Word Count: 3.5K
TW: Men, Guns, Violence, Bad Flirting
Your life has always been a series of ups and downs.
After graduating from university, your life took a turn. Some would say for better. Some would say for worse.
You got the dream job you wanted! But it took you to a brand new country away from everyone you knew.
Your girlfriend, who you planned to propose to, was happy for you! But she wasn't happy enough to stay.
You got a cat! A pet you always wanted! But it turns out it wasn't a stray. It was your neighbor's cat who loved to wander the streets.
So yeah. These last six months haven't been your brightest time. But you tried to be a glass-half-empty person: greener pastures and all that jazz.
So when your neighbor with the whore of a cat moved out, you were determined to become friends with whoever moved in.
Oh yeah, you also needed friends...
So the day you were walking up the stairs to your apartment and, a redhead you've never seen before whizzed by you. You got excited! But before you could even open your mouth, they were gone.
Okay. They're speedy, you noted. You'll catch 'em next time.
Except you didn't. Because unbeknownst to you, the redhead didn't just get home late. They got back home past 4 in the morning. Hair flowing in different directions. Her leather jacket scuffed up as if she was in a bar fight. The bruises on her face would give that impression, too. Plus, she was quiet.
So quiet that you failed to notice that the redhead had been living in her new home for three days prior.
She would roll her eyes at that word. Home. Sure, the apartment was very nice. Had all the parts she needed. But she didn't care where she was stashed as long as she got the job done. Plus, home wasn't a word for her. It never existed in her eyes.
Well, maybe once, but.. never mind.
"Clint, I got the intel, but I'm gonna need a few more days." Your neighbor spoke into her flip phone with such conviction. "Look, the guys I'm tracking can lead to something bigger. Just give me a few more days. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. I'll be waiting for his call." She threw her phone down onto the round wooden dining room table before bending back into the uncomfortable chair.
She knew she should get up. Go take a hot shower. Bandage up her knuckles and tend to her bruises. But with each blink happening in rapid succession. The redhead fell asleep while sitting upright in a chair that her back would curse for years to come.
Across the hall, hours later, you had already gone on your Saturday walk, had your breakfast, showered, and not so subtly waited for any signs of life coming from the woman you saw once. Was it weird? Maybe. Maybe yes. But even you would admit you were desperate for a friend. Or anybody who wasn't stuck in a screen when you wanted to talk. Plus, she was pretty. Or so you think. She had a cap on and dark glasses when you saw her yesterday, but her jacket looked incredible, and she had cute pink lips.
Not that you noticed!!
So, with it creeping closer to early afternoon, you decided to take the initiative. Standing here in front of her door, you were about to knock when a voice stopped you. "Excuse me." Turning to your right, you were met with a tall, broad, shouldered man. Black hair. Dressed in black. The vibe you were feeling wasn't right. Back in the States, you would guess he worked for the mob. "Yes?" You asked, looking him up and down.
"Sorry to bother you. But I'm having trouble finding my friend. She says she lives in this building, but I can't seem to find her. About this tall." He raises his hands just past your head. "Red hair." Oh shit. "She has a if looks could kill kinda attitude as well." He forces out a chuckle you know to be fake. But you fake laugh with him. Afraid of what will happen if he knows you've seen her or if he finds her.
"Wow, she sounds like quite the character. But no, I'm sorry, I haven't seen anyone like that here." You lie through your teeth. Something you don't like to do, but you're just hoping he doesn't notice. "Oh really?" The man's face turns from a fake smile to a fake frown. "Yeah, I'm really sorry." You shrug. You think that'll be it too. Thinking the man will leave with a simple no, I don't know her. But he's a man. They take no for an answer.
"Are you sure? Because I thought maybe this was her place?" He points to the door you're both in front of. You look from his eyes to the door. Shit. Think! "Oh no." You shake your head. "I mean, unless your friend turned into an old woman with a tabby cat who has a knack for playing gin rummy every Tuesday night, then I don't think so. The woman plays cards, not that cat! Although maybe we could teach him-"
"Okay, sorry to bother you." Without another question or look from the man, he turns his back to you and starts walking down the stairs. Frustrated with the answer you gave. Quietly, you move closer to the banister as he descends, hoping he'll prove his real intentions for being here. To your surprise, he does when he reaches the bottom floor.
"Yeah, I checked. She's not here, but..." His voice fades out as you faintly hear the doors to your building open and close. Turning around now, you have a different mindset about the woman across the hall. Before, you were simply going to ask if they had any allergies you needed to know about. Because you planned on making them homemade bread. Banana, to be specific. Well, if she could eat it. But now that was the last thing on your mind. When you looked at the door now, you can't help but feel bad for how much trouble she seems to be in. Taking a few steps closer, you ready yourself to knock on it again. Hoping to find answers.
"Okay, knock in 3..2..." Before you can even process 1, the door opens, and you get pulled into the room with a force you've never felt. Firm hands grip themselves to your arm before turning your body around in a flash so they have a hold around your waist. Keeping your face away from seeing them. You feel her body against yours, quickly short-circuiting your brain before the loud slam of the front door snaps you out of your thoughts.
Scanning the room around as quickly as possible while your neighbor holds you tight from moving, you see things you've never seen before. Files spread across the room in another language—a sniper positioned in the window and lots and lots of spy stuff.
Shit. Shit! This woman was dangerous.
"кто ты?" (Who are you?) The same woman barks, making your eyes go wide at the foreign language used and how lovely her raspy voice sounds. "кто ты!?" She barks again before pushing the backs of your knees out from under you so you fall to the floor. Arms pinned behind you. Fuck that's really going to hurt tomorrow, you think. Wait, if there is a tomorrow!
You rack your brain, trying to think of what she could be saying and what proper response would be beneficial for this particular moment, but your mind keeps getting distracted as the roaming hands of the woman keep touching you.
The redhead above you didn't get a good look before pulling you in, or she would see that there is no way you could be a threat. "Šíření!" (Spread!) She tries a different language, Czech, to be exact. Yet you still don't know it. You don't know any other language aside from English and the little bit of Hungarian you've been learning since you moved.
So her order for you to spread goes right over your head. Maybe if she asked nicely in English, you've complied...
"Oh my god, what are you doing?" You ask as the grip tightens around your wrists and the feeling of her fingers slides along your thighs. But you get nothing in return, only frustrated grunts from the woman holding you down, finding nothing on your person.
"Please, I'm sorry. Just let me go, and I'll pretend I didn't see anything or that I didn't enjoy-"
"Shut up!" Finally! English! She speaks it! "Ow! Fuck! You speak English?!"
"Who are you? What do you want?" Her fingers run through your hair, digging into your scalp before she grabs hold and lifts your head up. "Answer me!"
Remember what I said? Ups and downs.
"I'm sorry. Shit. I- I'm just your neighbor from across the h-hall.. fuck.." The small moan that escaped your mouth could've been mistaken for a groan of pain caused by the redhead.
But Natasha Romanoff knew better.
She knew exactly what that noise that left your mouth meant. Which also confirmed what she was thinking. You weren't a threat.
She loosened her grip on your hair but kept tight around your wrists. "Name? Give me a name." Her tone is softer and not as harsh.
"Mine?" You asked, confused by the whole situation. "Obviously." The spy rolled her eyes but had to hide the smirk, forcing its way onto her mouth.
"Y/N Y/L/N!" You answered honestly. Natasha could tell it was honest, too. Your rapid pulse she had her fingers pressed against didn't waver anymore than it already had by the older woman being on top of you. "And no one sent you?"
She began to loosen the grip she had on you as a whole.
"What?! No one sent me to check up on my neighbor. But Goddamn, this is the last time I'll do that." Natasha thought for a minute as your breathing began to calm down. "KGB? Hydra? MI6? Ring any bells?"
"No, I swear." Natasha thinks again. "Okay." Her voice goes back to a normal volume. One you find delightful even in this particular situation. "I'm going to let you go. Don't do anything stupid." She warns with a smile.
"Okay. I'll try not to." You say knowing you were prone to have stupid things happen to you. "Just please don't hurt me." You mumbled, but Natasha doesn't respond. Instead, she lifts herself off your body, removes her hand from your hair, and lets go of your wrist, which will completely have bruises tomorrow.
Once you feel the air touch your skin again, you crawl a few feet away before turning over.
You like to think that the first thing you laid your eyes on was the redheads apologetic smile, but it wasn't. It was her green eyes. You swear you had never seen anything more beautiful until you looked down the rest of her body. "You're beautiful." You let slip. Surprising the woman staring back at you.
Except she wasn't stupid. Instead of opening her mouth, Natasha kept those those words on the inside.
You're beautiful.
"Oh my God, ignore that. I'm sorry! Does that count as a stupid thing?!" You panicked, only earning a tight smirk from the redhead. "I'll let that one slide." She gets up and walks past you. Leaving you on the floor. "Besides, you're not so bad yourself."
You're brain short circuits for the second time in the last five minutes. Pretty spy dangerous lady called me beautiful?! You couldn't muster any more thoughts, so instead, you turn your gaze to the woman, watching her as she starts packing up. "What are you doing?"
"Packing."
"Why you just got here? Plus, what was that whole thing? Attacking me? Hello?" Natasha stops packing and looks at you. "No one is supposed to know I'm here. Within three days, I've been comprised by my neighbor from across the hall. I can't take the risk." Natasha says point blank while effortlessly avoiding your other questions.
You're not sure how to respond to that. But you know that you should probably get up off the floor. So you do that as the woman goes back to packing. She starts with clothes before moving on to guns. Lots of guns. "Whoa."
You take in all that you're seeing. "Who are you..." You felt the need to ask the unaskable question. "A person you shouldn't try and fuck with." She answers without any sense that she's joking until she winks at you.
Oh, you wanted to moan all over again.
"Should I leave?" You say to disrupt her and the growing silence. "Not yet. I still need answers from you. And to make sure that if you're ever asked. You never saw me." You nod, following along to her words. "Okay." You take a step forward, thinking it'd be a stupid thing to take a step back towards the door.
"Good." She says before dialing someone with a phone, you haven't seen in years. "Go secure. I need a cross reference on the person occupying the apartment across the hall from me. Give me everything. Bank records. Death certificates. Occupation. Everything. You have five." She flips the phone closed and sets it down before her eyes lock on you.
"I need you to sit in this chair for me." She pulls out the chair directly in front of her and her belongings. You would typically agree what, given the situation and the sight of her left hand on the grip of a pistol. But instead: "No."
"What did I say about doing something stupid." The woman groans, making you smile. Just a little over the tiny amount of control you have at the moment. "I'm not sitting on the chair until you give me your name. And the reason."
"You do realize I'm the one holding the gun, right?" You nod. Terrified of guns, but you nod as she waves it in front of you. "I do. But you're not going to shoot me or anything because, from what I just heard. You're waiting on your friend to see if I'm telling the truth, but I have no reason to lie to you."
Natasha couldn't believe what she just heard out of the mouth of that sweet little face. Here's the kicker. You're right. Natasha honestly hates that you have the upper hand at the moment, but Natasha's the Black Widow. She can flip the script as easy as one.. two.. "Please. Be a good girl and get in the chair."
You've never sat in a chair so fast in your life.
In fact, the second your butt hit the wood, you were mentally cursing your legs for betraying you. "How did you do that?!" You looked to her green eyes for an answer, but you both knew. "Alright, fine. Can I at least get a name?" You huffed as she gently handcuffed your hand to hers.
"Natalie." She replied as if that was her real name. But you took it for face value, even throwing Natasha a "thank you."
"What's that?" You asked, pointing at a pile of small silver discs. "Oh, don't touch those." She quickly moves them away from your reach. "They'll electrically shock you and leave you incapacitated." Okay. Good to know. "No touch, got it." You dryly chuckled, earning one from the woman who had no issues being handcuffed to you.
"How many languages do you speak?" You figured if you're going to be waiting, you might as well get to know Natalie. "Do you want to guess?" She smirks at you as she puts away her laptop. "Ummm, five?" You look up for an answer but only receive a shake of the head. "More than five?"
"More than 10, dear."
10?! Dear!?!
"Wow." You mutter. "What about you?" Natasha feels the need to ask. Plus, she wants to know more about the young woman she's handcuffed to. "I'm sure you'll find out when your friend calls back."
"Yeah, but I want to hear it from you." You look up to see her already smiling at you, forcing a shade of pink to sneak onto your cheeks. "Umm, it's not nearly as impressive. But one." You meekly answer, earning a chuckle from Natalie. "You're right.. that's not nearly as impressive."
"Hey!" You groan and whine. "It's two on a good day if I can understand what the vendor down the street says. It's not easy learning Hungarian."
Natasha nods. "You're right. It's not easy. But you picked the perfect city to learn it." You have to agree with her.
"You're right. Budapest is wonderful."
"Budapesht." Natasha can't help but correct you. "Huh?" You look to her, who looks down on you like an English teacher. "Budapesht." She repeats. "That's how you should pronounce it." You shake your head
"No. It's Budapest. Your way is wrong."
"No, my way is right. It's Budapesht. You just don't know any better." You scoff, which Natasha takes as a sign to go on the attack. "Oh really?!" She starts. "I'm sorry, but who in the room is the world-class spy, and who is the.. the.. the whatever it is you do!?" She looks at you, who stutters for a moment.
"That's what I thought."
You go to fight back. Which frankly is an unwise move, but you're thankfully interrupted by the sound of the flip phone ringing.
Natasha answers it with urgency. "Clint, you're on speaker; which is it, Budapest or Budapesht??"
"Oh God no. Please stop this. Take me off speaker."
You watch Natalie roll her eyes as she takes the man, Clint, off of speaker. "Okay, shoot your arrow. What have you got for me." Natasha yanks on the handcuff, pulling you to make you look up at her. She holds a finger to her lips with a look in her eyes that you read as "Don't be stupid."
You not as she sets the phone down in the middle of the table on speaker.
"Okay, so Y/N Y/L/N. Born in California. Yadda yadda. Excellent student. Blah, blah, blah. University. Bank is in the green. No sign of trouble. Oh. Is the daughter of two former shield scientists before they lost their lives in a fire. Not Ohio. No Hydra connections either."
Clint quickly adds, confusing you.
What's shield?
"Relationships, let's see... looks like her most recent ex is one Gewn Stacy, and before that it was... Kate Bishop. The second one sounds familiar... Anyways, occupation.. occupation.. Stark Industries. Relocated to where she currently is. Moved into the apartment across from you six months ago. Isn't one to cause trouble. No arrest records or complaints of any kind. I can't find anything else on her. She's clean. Looks like you got a golden retriever living across from you, Nat."
The man finishes up before Natalie or Nat picks the phone up. "Okay, thanks, Clint. Yeah, no, I'm sure she won't be any trouble." Nat looks at you with a smirk, making you shift in your seat.
"Yep. Uh-huh. No. Could you not mention it to Fury? I got it. Okay. No, it's Budapesht. Bye." She clicks the phone shut and looks at you with a smile before laughing. "What?" You ask as you start to smile. "Nothing." She says before she controls her laughter. "No, come on. What!" You plead as Natalie picks up the key to the handcuffs. "It's just... I attacked you earlier because I thought you were dangerous, and here I have handcuffed to me is the most prett- perfect, sweetest person ever, apparently." The pink hue on Nat's cheeks gets missed by you.
You laugh at Natalie's explanation as the cuff slips from your wrist. "Well, I must be scary a little bit. Plus, I think I'm really good at lying!" You fess up. "Not to me, you're not," Nat calls you out. "And you're not scary." She picks up her bag and moves it to the counter to pack her suit.
Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. "Well, I have to be good at one of those things." You say as you get up and follow her around the kitchen and into the living room. "Why is that?" Nat is curious as to what you're answer could be.
"Well, how else would I have gotten rid of that guy earlier?!"
Natasha wasn't expecting that. "What guy?" She turns to you with a stern, calculating look. "Th-the guy. Tall. He was outside your door. Asking about you. I sent him away." Natasha shakes her head and rubs to her bag, grabbing two pistols. "How long ago?"
"What?" You question. Nat runs past you. "How long ago was the guy here?"
"I-uh.." Since Nat's hands and sweet voice were all over and around your body, you truly lost any concept of time.
Nat ignored your non-answer as she looks out the window where her sniper is positioned before turning to you with a worried look.
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