Double The Fun
Pairing: Switch!Natasha Romanoff x Dom!FtM!Reader x Sub!Wanda Maximoff
Word Count: ~7.5k
Summary: Hearing Natasha and Y/N fuck every night through the thin walls of her room drives Wanda crazy. Suddenly, thanks to a misunderstanding and a bit of pervy behavior, Wanda gets an opportunity to join in on their fun.
Tags: R is a binary trans man, R has phalloplasty, Pervy!Wanda (if you squint), Dom!Nat for Wanda, Sub!Nat for Reader, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Threesome, Blowjob, Throat fucking, Cum eating, Praise, Light BDSM Dynamics, Daddy kink (R), Vaginal Sex, Size Kink, Belly Bulge, Creampie, Squirting, Breast Play, Clit Play, Wanda is in Subspace, Overstimulation
A/N: This story was requested by anon and is part of my collection of Dom, Binary Trans Men fics for Pride. :) I lowkey think the second half of this story is better than the first, so if you initially hate it, pls hang in there 😔🙏
It had been torture for Wanda ever since she had moved into the Avengers compound.
She had been thrilled when she found out that the room she was placed in was next to Natasha Romanoff and Y/N's. She was just a wall away from the Black Widow and one of the most powerful super soldiers in the world; she hoped that the proximity would help her make some new friends and maybe even learn a few new combat skills.
She couldn't have been more wrong, though. The only thing she got from the proximity was a pair of drenched panties every night.
Every single night, without fail, Natasha and Y/N made love. A better way to describe it would be to say they fucked, considering how loudly she heard Natasha cry out for them and how she could always hear the headboard slamming against the wall.
She thought that the walls in such a high tech facility would be thicker, but alas, she was stuck hearing Natasha get fucked the way she yearned to every night. But she wouldn't deny that she liked it. Now, she was so used to it that she got sad if she couldn't hear them.
Tonight was particularly intense. Y/N was being extra rough, and Natasha was loving every minute of it. Wanda's skirt was up around her waist, her panties long discarded somewhere across her room as she desperately rubbed her clit.
"Fuck, you love this dick, don't you?" Y/N growled, and Wanda could hear their hand coming down to land on Natasha's ass with a loud smack!
She'd begun fingering herself by that point, and she answered Y/N's question with a whisper so there was no risk of the couple hearing, "Y-yes. I love your cock so much, Y/N."
Natasha, on the other hand, wailed out loudly, "Fuck yes, daddy! You feel so fucking good!"
Y/N grunted in return, their hand coming down on Natasha's ass once more, and Wanda could hear the bed frame slamming against the wall even harder.
God. Wanda's clit throbbed as she imagined how Y/N looked as Natasha called them daddy. Probably feral and sexy. From listening in on the couple for months, she knew all the things that drove Y/N crazy.
Wanda got lost in her own thoughts, imagining Y/N pounding her, begging daddy to go harder, to use her as their cum dump. The thought of being so thoroughly used made Wanda whine, her hand immediately clasping over her mouth, praying neither of the people in the next room over heard her.
Fortunately, they were too lost in their own moment to even consider someone could be listening in. At night, when they were like this, they essentially forgot Wanda even existed.
"Please, please let me cum on your cock, daddy!" Natasha keened, clearly desperate for her orgasm. "I've been such a good girl, please!"
Y/N wasn't the only one who made Wanda's clit throb. Natasha did, too. Wanda would be lying if she said she didn't stare at the woman whenever she had a chance. The Widow had full lips, sensual hips, and curves to die for. Who wouldn't look?
Wanda always got so needy and sticky when she thought about the older woman. She'd imagine grinding against her, rubbing her cunt against Natasha's as the two women squirmed and whimpered into each other's mouths.
She was pulled out of her thoughts once again when she heard Y/N's deep, feral voice command Natasha, "Cum, sweet girl. Cum for daddy. You earned it."
That did it for Wanda. Her pussy throbbed, clenching hard around her fingers as she came, letting out a high pitched whine that was fortunately overshadowed by Natasha screaming "FUCK!" over and over again.
She laid there, panting, her sheets soaked with her own fluids. She turned her head, staring at the wall that separated her from the two people she yearned for. For now, she'd find a way to be content with her own fingers and the sounds of their pleasure.
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Wanda was awoken with a start the next morning at the sound of someone rapping on her door. She had fallen asleep in the same position she had came in last night, skirt bunched up around her waist with nothing covering her underneath.
"Just a moment!" she squeaked out, flying out of bed, scrambling to pick her panties up from where she had tossed them last night and slid them back on. Once she was decent and smoothed her skirt out, looking as presentable as possible for a girl who spent the majority of the night touching herself, she went to open the door.
She froze when she saw that it was the woman she'd spent the whole night listening in on, Natasha Romanoff herself. After gawking for a couple seconds, Wanda stammered, "H-hey, Natasha. What's up?"
Natasha smiled softly at Wanda. Wanda's eyes had gone from Natasha's own to her neck and collarbone, which easily drew the eye, due to the fact that she was absolutely covered in hickeys. Natasha let out a small laugh as she saw the younger woman's eyes dart from her face to her neck, and back again. "What you're staring at is what's up. Y/N and I got a little wild last night, and Fury doesn't tolerate any signs of lovemaking in meetings. I have an info session in fifteen minutes, so I gotta get this covered up. You have any spare concealer?"
Wanda gulped. She had barely heard what Natasha had said. All she had been thinking about were the marks and imagining how amazing it must feel to be marked by Y/N. Once she registered Natasha's question about concealer, she awkwardly turned, inviting Natasha in and beginning to rummage through her makeup bag.
Natasha glanced over her shoulder, peeking at the contents of her bag. The spy at heart never truly went away. Eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick. Definitely fitting for the young woman's emo style.
As for Wanda, she was practically sweating as she dug around for the concealer. She could feel Natasha's eyes on her. She wondered what she was thinking; it felt like Natasha could somehow tell that she had been listening in on she and Y/N last night. God. That thought was just making her more flustered as she desperately shoved different products aside, trying to get to the one Natasha needed.
Finally, she felt the shape of the small bottle of concealer at the bottom of her bag, quickly pulling it out and offering it up to Natasha, almost too eagerly. "Here! Sorry, it was literally at the very bottom of my bag. I hope it works!"
Natasha smiled at her, gazing at Wanda like she was thinking about something more than just concealer. She took it from Wanda's hand, turning it over in her own, examining the shade, before handing it back to her. "You seem pretty good with makeup. Can you put it on for me? It's always such a weird angle, having to cover up hickeys."
A soft blush involuntary spread across Wanda's face at Natasha's request, but she knew she would be a fool to say no. She swallowed hard once again, taking the concealer back and nodding, squeaking out, "Mhm. Sure. Just let me grab a blender."
Wanda turned back to her makeup bag, trying to soothe herself. She'd talked to Natasha many times before, why did she feel so flustered this time? Maybe her crush on the woman was bigger than she thought… Her mind traitorously wandered back to the image of them grinding on each other, and a shiver went through her. She needed to stop. Focus on the moment.
Once Wanda had taken the time to calm herself, feigning difficulty in finding her beauty blender, despite it being at the top of the bag, she made her way back over to Natasha, already sitting at her desk with her makeup light pointed towards her neck. Natasha laughed at how nervous Wanda looked, beckoning her over with an inviting wave of her hand. "Come on, Wanda. I don't bite. Now I only have ten minutes, so let's get this done, and I'll get out of your hair."
Wanda nodded, leaning against the edge of the desk as she squirted some concealer onto the blender, beginning to pat it along the marks on Natasha's neck. Natasha was staring at the younger woman as she worked, but Wanda couldn't handle the redhead's intense gaze, so she opted to look at the marks instead.
She tried to not pay attention to the way her pussy throbbed as she stared at them. She almost hated covering them up, she wanted to stare at the proof of Y/N's passion all day. They were so dark. So intense. So clearly possessive. All she could imagine was being on the receiving end, being pinned to the bed as they laid their claim on her-
"Five minutes, Wanda. We still have half of my neck to go. Chop chop."
Natasha's words snapped her out of it, and she quickly nodded, mumbling, "Sorry," as she reapplied concealer to the blender and patted it into the other side of Natasha's throat.
Wanda had tried to work fast, but she was a perfectionist at heart, and by the time Natasha had to go, there were still a few spots left. The latter quickly checked herself in the mirror, analyzing Wanda's work before speaking, "Thanks for all you did, Wanda. Better than I've ever done, you're dedicated."
She then picked up the concealer, twirling it in her fingers as she continued, "Can I take this? There's a couple spots left, I'll just quickly cover them up using my fingers as I walk there, and I'll return this to you later. That okay?"
Wanda nodded, almost dumbly. She would have said yes to anything Natasha asked of her. "Yeah, of course! No worries, just get to your meeting! I hope it goes well!"
Wanda thought she sounded way too earnest. She wanted to kick herself for it. But Natasha just smiled, pocketing the makeup product as she quickly left Wanda's room, calling out as she walked, "Thanks again for everything, hun! I appreciate it!"
Wanda was glad she was no longer in Natasha's line of vision as she said that, because now, her face was red as a tomato. Hun. Natasha had called her a pet name, a term of endearment. She knew it meant nothing. She was just being kind. But Wanda couldn't deny the wetness soaking through her panties after that whole encounter. Now, she'd ruined this pair twice in the span of twelve hours. Fuck.
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Wanda had hoped to see Natasha sometime throughout the day to strike up another conversation but, unfortunately, no such moment occurred.
She had spent the day training with Clint. Wanda figured Natasha was probably off at the mission she had the info session about this morning. She was disappointed, but she knew she'd see the woman again eventually. Or, maybe, she'd even see Y/N. That would be a dream. She could ask about the concealer, maybe Y/N would bring her back to their room to look for it, and then, if she was lucky, Y/N would-
"Ouch!" Wanda squealed, pulled out of her dirty thoughts by the feeling of one of Clint's arrows grazing her forearm. She was supposed to have been using her magic to stop his fire, but she had been a little too lost in her own head.
She looked down at where the arrow had struck her. No blood, thankfully, but she could already see a bruise forming. She knew that if Steve, her Avengers mentor and sponsor, saw this injury, he would fuss over it for at least a week and prevent her from training, though it was really just a minor scratch.
Wanda gave Clint a wave, signaling to him she was fine and that she was just going to take care of it as she walked back to her room. Some concealer would cover this up just fine. It's what she always used when she got these little bruises she wanted to hide from Steve.
Her mind had been so lost in the fantasy of Y/N, along with getting surprised by Clint's arrow, that she completely forgot a certain hot redhead currently had her concealer. She rummaged through her makeup bag, spending a whole ten minutes searching, before she looked up, her eyes landing on her makeup light that had been left on from this morning.
Now she remembered. She didn't have the concealer. The hottest woman in the compound did. She didn't want to go hunting for Nat, but she needed the makeup. She had training with Steve at 8:30 tomorrow, and if she didn't have the bruise covered by then, she was screwed.
She checked the time. 7:15. Y/N and Natasha's ravenous fuck sessions usually didn't start until 8:00 at the very earliest, so she knew she had more than enough time to sneak in their room, quickly look to see if the concealer was there, and sneak back out.
She was all nerves, but she swallowed her fear and crept out of her room, walking just a few feet away to the couple's. She pressed her ear against the door, listening for any kind of sound at all. Even if they weren't fucking, she still didn't want them to know she was there.
Fortunately, though, she heard nothing, and, with the help of her magic, unlocked the door and stepped in. She shut the door ever so carefully behind her, creeping down the small entryway towards the main room, already looking frantically for her concealer.
As much as she wanted to, she couldn't let herself get distracted. Nope. No way. Not even by Y/N's boxers hanging off the laundry basket, which she yearned to sniff, or Natasha's collection of lingerie she saw through the cracked door of their closet.
Focus, Wanda, focus, she told herself, In and out. Get the concealer, leave. That's all this is.
Her eyes traveled from their clothes to their desks. She could tell which one belonged to each resident of the room, with one being strewn with empty protein shake cans and unfinished mission reports, and the other being organized, the only things out on the desk being a planner, a photo of Y/N and Natasha kissing on New Year's, and a thin tube of makeup.
The concealer. Finally.
Though she had eyes on it, her task was far from over. The desks were all the way in the other corner of their room, and Wanda was still crouched in the entryway, hand hovering over the door handle.
She took a deep breath, swallowing before beginning to walk across the room. She loved her magic, but in this moment, she wished she had her brother's super speed. Maybe if she were less nervous, she would have thought to just use it to float the concealer across the room. But when has anyone ever thought rationally when they're nervous?
As Wanda got to the desk and snagged the small bottle, shoving it in the pocket of her skirt, she suddenly realized the white noise she hadn't even registered was there in the first place had stopped. A dull hum, a pitter patter that had been going in one ear and out the other was now gone, replaced by the sound of laughter, a man's deep voice, and a woman's smooth voice.
Her head snapped towards where the voices were coming from, and she saw a door with light coming out from the crack under it. Fuck. She had been so absorbed in their clothes and desks, Wanda's eyes had simply grazed over that door when she had first looked around the room, not even giving it a second thought.
She now immediately registered what it was. A bathroom. God, she felt so stupid. They had been here all along, showering together, and the white noise that the water provided simply bypassed her senses.
Wanda knew she should have run. Should have booked it out of there the second the concealer landed in her pocket, but as the bathroom door handle began to turn, she froze. Her irrational thoughts overriding her mind once again, she quickly ducked under Natasha's desk, crouching down and hiding behind the chair the best she could.
Fortunately for her, though, Natasha and Y/N were far too absorbed in each other to even take the slightest notice of her. As they walked, or rather stumbled, out of the bathroom, they were both completely naked, wrapped up in each other's arms, kissing so hard it looked like they were eating each other's faces off.
"Fuck, I love seeing my marks on you again," Y/N growled, climbing onto the bed, sitting against the headboard as they pulled Natasha on their lap, to which she happily complied, "Fuck Fury for making you cover them up. You're mine, and everyone should know it."
Natasha moaned then as Y/N leaned in, kissing over the marks they had left last night, beginning to redo the ones that had already begun to fade. "Baby, it's just policy. Some things we just have to deal with. Everyone knows you own me. You saw how fast the concealer washed off in the shower."
Y/N simply huffed, continuing to kiss and squeeze at Natasha. "Where'd you even get that, anyway? The brand you get doesn't come off that easily."
Natasha threw her head back, her hands absentmindedly coming up to run through Y/N's wet hair as she mumbled, "The new recruit in the room next to us gave me it. Wanda."
Y/N simply let out a grunt of acknowledgment, their mouth going down to kiss along her collarbone and breasts. Natasha let out a whine, hips bucking before speaking again, "She's a sweetheart, you know. I think she has the hots for me."
Y/N laughed a little, pausing their ministrations to look back up at their lover, "She's cute. I did training with her last week and she shivered every time I put my hands on her to correct her form. She let out a little gasp when my hand went to her hip. I think she's into me, too."
Natasha giggled as she imagined Wanda that way, leaning down to give Y/N another kiss. "Well, who can blame her? You're a sexy man."
Y/N moaned into her kiss, grabbing her and flipping her over so that they were now on top. "And you're the sexiest fuckin' woman I've ever seen. That emo chick can be number two."
The couple descended into foreplay, the topic of Wanda being forgotten, but for the woman under the desk, she couldn't stop replaying their words. Y/N thought she was cute. Natasha thought she was a sweetheart. But, more than anything, they both thought she was sexy. It was nearly too much for her to handle, and she had to slap her hand over her mouth to cover up a squeak that was a bit too close to escaping.
As she did her best to remain quiet, her eyes stayed on the couple she was obsessed with. Natasha and Y/N had gone past the making out phase, and now, she was making her way down their body, pressing kisses along their muscles.
Once Natasha got to Y/N's cock, she nuzzled against it, her hand instinctively going to their balls to squeeze their erectile pump and make them hard. Y/N's hand came down to Natasha's fiery red hair, and they murmured, "You wanna suck it, princess? You wanna show me how good of a girl you can be?"
Natasha let out a needy whine, murmuring, "Yes, daddy," before leaning in and taking the head of their cock into her mouth, her back arched and her ass sticking out to put on a show for Y/N, and, unknowingly, for Wanda.
Wanda had been wet from the moment their naked bodies had stumbled out of the bathroom, but now, she was completely soaked. Natasha's ass, all soft and ready for the taking, had her mesmerized, and Y/N, hard, huge, and throbbing made Wanda yearn for it to be deep in her throat.
Y/N's hands were in Natasha's hair, guiding her as she sucked them, slowly forcing her to take their cock deeper, making her gag. Wanda was so jealous, so desperate to also have her mouth be used that she reached up, shoving two fingers in her mouth and pretending they were Y/N's cock.
She began to suck on them, holding in her whimpers the best she could as she followed the directions Y/N gave Natasha.
"Fuck, take it deep, sweetheart," they'd murmur, and Wanda would push her fingers back as far as they could go. "Get me all nice and wet, baby," they later commanded, and Wanda spit and frothed on her fingers, making them as sloppy as possible.
Wanda could keep quiet during all of those commands, but her resolve finally broke when Y/N shoved Natasha as deep down on their cock as they could, growling, "Swallow my load. All of it. Be a good girl."
The deep, predatory tone of their words, combined with the the visual of Natasha gagging and Wanda's own fingers deep in her throat, were too much for the young woman to handle. Desperately, against her will, she choked out around her own fingers, "Yes, daddy!"
She then froze, fingers stilling in her mouth. Fuck. Did she really just moan that out? No, it had to be Natasha. She was fine, they didn't know she was there. She was just imagining things, right?
As much as she wished that were true, she knew it wasn't when Natasha and Y/N also froze. Natasha slowly pulled off their cock, looking up at them with trepidation. "D-did you hear that? Or am I just imagining things?"
Y/N didn't look tense, though, their eyes just scanned around the room, looking in the more obvious places as they answered, "Mhm. But we're perfectly safe. A voyeur isn't a threat, Nat."
Nat sat back on the bed, still naked as Y/N stood up, beginning to look around the room. They first checked the obvious places, the closet and the entryway, and then they began to go lower.
Wanda knew she didn't have a chance as she watched them glance under the bed, their head then beginning to turn towards the desks, right where she was, fingers still buried deep in her throat. She felt paralyzed.
As Y/N's head turned, their eyes immediately landed on her, but instead of disgust or fear, a predatory smile spread across their face. Wanda looked so fucking adorable. Legs spread, skirt bunched up around her thighs, fingers in her mouth. She was the sweetest thing, just begging to be fucked.
Y/N made the "come here" hand gesture, speaking lowly as Wanda nervously crawled towards them, "Hey there, sweetheart. You liked what you saw there, huh? Were you feeling a little jealous of Natty?"
Natasha was now perched on the edge of the bed, the look of fear that had previously graced her face being replaced by a look of excitement and desire. "Aww, hey, Wanda! We were just talking about you, you know."
The older woman looked Wanda up and down, taking in the way her skirt was rumpled, drool was dripping down her chin, and her eyes were dilated, full of need. She glanced at Y/N, giggling as she spoke, "You're right. I think she's down bad for us both."
Wanda had never been so embarrassed. Out of all the possible outcomes, this one was the worst. She was living a nightmare. She reached into her skirt pocket, nervously taking out the concealer. She couldn't meet the couple's eyes as she nervously stammered, "I-I wasn't trying to spy! I needed the concealer back to cover up a bruise, and I knew Nat still had it, so I came to look for it! Y-you guys were in the shower, and when I heard you, I just instinctively hid, and then-"
"Hiding doesn't mean getting off to us fucking, though, does it?" Y/N cut in, smirking as they saw Wanda's face flush an even darker shade of red. Both them and Natasha didn't mind what Wanda did, they thought she was adorable, but teasing her was just too fun.
Y/N tilted Wanda's chin up, forcing her to make eye contact with them. The girl could barely stop her eyes from darting around, but Y/N's gaze was magnetic, drawing her in whether she wanted it or not. "We're not mad, love. We think your neediness is just… adorable."
Natasha nodded, sauntering behind Y/N, wrapping her arms around their shoulders as she also gazed at the nervous brunette. She whispered something that Wanda couldn't hear in Y/N's ear, their eyes lighting up as soon as the mystery words left her lips. "That's an amazing idea, Natty. Why don't you ask Wanda what she thinks about it?"
Wanda was trembling now, her eyes darting between the man and the woman, exhilarated and terrified about what Natasha would ask her. The redhead slowly moved away from Y/N's ear, and made deadly eye contact with Wanda. The words that left her lips had Wanda stunned. "Why don't you join us, Wanda? The more the merrier, right? And it's more than obvious that we all want each other."
Wanda was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. Was this real life? Was she dreaming? She knew it was real, but she could barely process it. She'd been listening to these people fuck every night for months, and now she was being offered to join in?
Y/N's fingers then gently rubbed along the bottom of her chin, pulling her from her thoughts. "Use your words, sweet girl. Would you like to join us, or not?"
Wanda immediately nodded, not wanting to risk them thinking she didn't want this. Her voice was shaky, but she blurted out a clear "yes."
Y/N and Natasha exchanged devilish looks at her consent, a silent agreement that this night just got a whole lot more fun.
Natasha then stepped out from behind Y/N's bulky frame, pressing her naked body against Wanda's still clothed one. She began to lift the younger woman's shirt off as she mumbled, "Y/N and I are bare, it's only fair we get to see your beautiful body in return."
Wanda was completely willing, lifting her arms as Natasha slid her shirt off and stepping out of her skirt and panties as Y/N pulled them down. The couple stepped back to admire Wanda, now completely naked. They each let out a groan, Y/N's hands reaching to squeeze Wanda's ass, and Natasha leaning in to kiss her neck.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," Y/N mumbled as they continued to grope her, with Natasha following, saying, "Such a pretty thing. You're gonna look so good all ruined and fucked-out."
Y/N smirked at that, eyes darting between the two women. Wanda could see an idea form in their mind and watched as they sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading their legs so their cock jutted out at full attention. "Wanda, since you seemed so eager to suck your fingers, why don't you suck the real thing instead?"
The brunette's eyes widened, and seconds later, she felt a hand on her back, pushing her down to her knees. She immediately complied, willfully kneeling down and scooting closer to Y/N. Y/N reached down, tilting her chin up and gently rotating her head so she was looking at Natasha, who was sitting beside her. "Natty will guide you if you need help. Just focus on making daddy feel good, okay?"
The way Y/N spoke to her, so gentle and nurturing, had Wanda willing to do absolutely anything they asked. She let out a low whimper as she leaned forward, eagerly taking the head of their cock into her mouth, and beginning to suck. She didn't have much experience, but when she heard Y/N groan, "Fuck!" she knew she was doing something right.
She continued to focus on the tip, gently sucking and running her tongue along the ridge, when suddenly, she felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her further down. "Take it deeper, sweetheart. They love to be deep in a warm, wet throat."
Natasha's words washed over Wanda, and she quickly accommodated, allowing the older woman's hand to push more of Y/N's cock into her mouth. She gagged once, her throat constricting around their length, but it only made them throb and moan louder. "Goddamn, your mouth feels so good!"
Wanda's heart skipped a beat at Y/N's crude praise, and she continued to hold them as deep in her throat as she could before she gagged again, needing to pull back to catch her breath. Natasha's hands immediately went down to her hair, pulling it back and leaning down to give her a kiss on the mouth. "Good girl. Take a breath."
Wanda did, but she wanted more. She took her moment to breathe and then took Y/N back into her mouth. She listened to Natasha's words of guidance, licking along the underside just the way they liked and leaving kisses on their sensitive spots.
Y/N's hands were in Wanda's hair now, having pushed Natasha's away long ago. A low, deep groan tore from their throat as they tensed up, pushing their cock as deep into Wanda's throat as possible as they groaned, "'M gonna cum. Swallow it all, baby. I know you can do it."
Wanda whimpered once around their cock, the vibrations being what made them lose it. Seconds later, they were roaring out sounds of pleasure as she felt their cock throb against her tongue, leaking clear, tangy fluid into her mouth.
They stayed there for a couple moments, making sure Wanda had taken their whole load before gently pulling her off of their cock. The younger woman's cheeks were streaked with tears of pleasure, her makeup running down. Natasha didn't waste a minute in pulling Wanda into her arms, whispering praises to her.
"Shh, there we go. You did so well. You made daddy feel so good." The redhead whispered, leaning down to give Wanda a sloppy, wet kiss on the mouth. She groaned as she tasted Y/N's cum on on the other woman's tongue, her hands squeezing Wanda's hips as she kept the younger girl close. "I've only seen them cum that hard a couple of times. You did such a good job."
The praise had Wanda melting; she happily leaned against Natasha, feeling the warmth of her body as she caught her breath. Y/N then approached them, calmed down now slightly from their orgasm, and pulled both women up from the floor.
They carried Wanda over to the lounge chair beside the bed, kissing her forehead as they spoke, "Good girl, princess. You pleased me. Just rest and recover from that while I fuck Natty. You can touch yourself if you need to, but don't cum. Once I'm done with her, that pretty pussy is all mine."
Part of Wanda wanted to protest, wanted to beg that she should get their cock first, but the obedience embedded in her soul and the urge to see the action she had heard through the wall each night overrode it, and all she did was mumble, "Yes, daddy."
Natasha, who had been standing by the bed, giggled as Y/N practically pounced on her, pinning her to the bed as they kissed down her body. Wanda watched longingly as Y/N lavished attention on Natasha's breasts, kissing and sucking at her hard, pink nipples, eliciting whimpers from the older woman.
Wanda's pussy was already throbbing from having sucked Y/N off, and now, watching them make love to Natasha made it ache. She had been listening in on the couple for so long, she wanted it to be her so badly.
Y/N stroked their cock once, rubbing it along Natasha's own drenched folds to get it ready before sliding in. Natasha let out a loud moan, and Y/N's hands immediately went to her waist, pinning her down as they began to thrust. "Fuck, you're so wet for me, pretty girl."
Hearing Y/N's praise directly, not through a wall, had Wanda going even crazier, and she began to rub her clit slowly, imagining it was them touching her. She let out a low whimper, and both Natasha and Y/N glanced at her, their eyes widening with lust as they saw how needy she was.
Y/N then began to really fuck Natasha, slamming into her with long, deep strokes, causing her to cry out and dig her nails into their back for support. Once she adjusted to the new rhythm, she looked over at Wanda and purred, "You're next, princess. Get ready to be fucking ruined."
The end of Natasha's sentence turned into a loud wail as Y/N's cock hit that sweet spot inside her, the one that made her see stars. Their huge hands were on her waist, pinning her to the bed as they fucked into her like she was nothing more than a toy for their pleasure. Her nails left bright red marks on their muscular back, marks Wanda wished so badly were her own.
Fortunately for her, she could tell that Natasha was close to cumming, and it would be her turn soon. Y/N reached down, rubbing the redhead's clit to finally push her over the edge. She moaned and writhed, screaming out Y/N's name, which sounded even louder now that there was no barrier.
Y/N was panting and groaning as they felt Natasha cum, her tight walls clenching around their length, causing Y/N to cum, too. They growled, "Take my load. There's my good little slut."
Their crude words made Wanda's sopping cunt clench around her fingers, she had now been fucking herself in time with Y/N's rhythm, another whimper escaping her lips as she imaged they were saying those words to her. Their focus remained on Natasha for the moment, making sure all of their cum was inside her before they turned back to Wanda, slowly standing up and walking over to where she was.
Wanda was an absolute mess, and Y/N couldn't get enough of it. Her legs were spread, two fingers buried deep in her soaked pussy, her juices dripping down onto the chair. She was sweating, her nipples hard and needy, and her face was streaked with the eyeliner that was so perfect only an hour ago.
Y/N reached down, taking her free hand and guiding her over to the bed. "You're such a needy thing, baby. I know, it must have been hard having to watch Natty get what you desperately needed, but since you were a good girl, now it's your turn."
Wanda could only squeak out a small "thank you," her mind was mostly mush at this point. Natasha had scooted over so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaving plenty of space in the center where Y/N guided Wanda to lay down, making sure that her head was resting comfortably on the pillows.
Natasha reached over, brushing some stray hairs from Wanda's face as Y/N slowly began to touch her, trailing their hands along her curves, occasionally cupping her breasts or rubbing her nipples. "Tell me what you need, Wanda. How do you want me to make you feel good?"
Wanda could barely speak; her mind was already fuzzy, and that in combination with the man she had spent months yearning for being on top of her had her brain short circuiting. Her eyes darted between Natasha and Y/N, and once Natasha reached down to squeeze her hand in support, she was finally able to mumble, "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me."
Hearing such dirty words from the shy girl made Y/N shiver, and it took all their strength to not just ram right into Wanda right then. They leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Wanda's neck as their began to rub their cock through her folds, just like they did with Natasha before.
God, Wanda was so wet. They let out a deep groan, their tip hitting her clit, making her squeal. She was already so sensitive. They continued to kiss along her face and neck, mumbling as they got close to her ear, "You're soaked, pretty girl. You're eager for my cock, huh?"
Wanda nodded, since she could barely speak, whimpering out a choked syllable that sounded like "yes." Her hips were already bucking up to meet their cock, and they hadn't even entered her yet.
Natasha giggled at the sight, one of her hands reaching down to feel Wanda's folds. She let out a gasp of faux surprise as she felt the extent of Wanda's arousal, immediately coating her fingers. The redhead's voice was sexily condescending as she spoke, "Oh, my. She's practically begging you for it. You wouldn't let a girl this needy stay empty, would you, daddy?"
Y/N growled at the way Natasha teased them, lining up their cock so that the head was notched at Wanda's entrance. Wanda whimpered from just that first initial contact, and let out a scream as they began to push in. They were so thick, she already felt completely stretched just from the tip. "I-is it all in, daddy?"
Y/N let out a low laugh, and Natasha leaned in, letting out a patronizing cooing sound. She took Wanda's hand in her own, giving Wanda something to squeeze. The older woman kissed Wanda to distract her from the feeling of being stretched and mumbled against her lips, "Not even halfway, sweetie. But you can do it. I know it's a biiiiiig stretch, but you can be a good girl for daddy, right?"
Wanda nodded, squeezing Natasha's hand tightly and leaning into her kisses to help ease the stretch. She looked back up at Y/N, whimpering, "D-don't stop, daddy. I can take it. I promise."
Y/N smirked, continuing to push in, their hands going up to massage Wanda's hips and stomach to further relax her. "Good girl, baby. Just relax. Focus on me and Natty."
Wanda felt Y/N bottom out inside her, a sweet little whimper escaping her lips as their tip bumped against her cervix. Y/N's hand went to gently press down on the outline their cock made in her abdomen, making her squirm even more. Natasha smiled, squeezing Wanda's hand and lathering praise onto her, "There you go, baby. You took it all. We're so proud of you."
Y/N nodded, leaning down to leave some marks on Wanda's neck as they began to deliver just the smallest of thrusts, pulling back ever so slightly before pushing all the way in again. "Mhmmm, you're all full of me now, princess. You're doing such a good job."
Wanda bit her lip, the sensations of Y/N's cock inside her, their frame looming over her, and Natasha's hands beginning to travel along her body all becoming so overwhelming. She let out a wail as Natasha pinched her nipple, looking back up at Y/N as she spoke, '"P-please fuck me, daddy. D-do what you did to Natty. I wanna make you feel good…"
Y/N smirked, their big hands going to Wanda's arms, and slowly pinning them above her head. The girl easily surrendered control, so deep into her submission that she never would have protested. They then began to deliver slightly bigger thrusts, pulling out until only half of their cock was inside her before pushing back in. The longer strokes had Wanda's hips bucking up to meet theirs, mumbling, "Faster, daddy. Please."
Y/N couldn't say no to that needy tone, so they delivered, quickening the pace so that they were now consistently drilling Wanda, the younger woman's eyes rolling back in her head from the sheer pleasure.
Now that she was all stretched and worked up, Y/N knew they didn't have to hold back anymore. They glanced over at Natasha, who gave them a nod of conformation, and they began to pound into Wanda like they did with the former only minutes ago.
The fast pace had Wanda moaning and writhing, hands itching to hold onto something, but loving the way Y/N kept her pinned down and dominated. She felt her clit throb whenever Y/N bottomed out, the patch of hair at the base of their cock brushing against it and sending shocks through her.
Natasha wasn't making it any easier for her, the older woman's touches only made Wanda more sensitive. Her hands were all over Wanda's breasts, kneading them and gently pinching her nipples, earning more whimpers from her. When her hands weren't on her breasts, they were gently, sensually running along her body, heightening every sensation the younger woman was feeling.
As Y/N continued to fuck her, they felt her pussy clenching more and more, her body tensing up, and her moans getting louder and more frequent. They knew she was close. They looked over at Natasha, murmuring, "Our girl is about to cum. Why don't you help push her over the edge?"
Natasha smirked, her eyes going from Wanda's needy, glazed over ones to Y/N's devilish ones, murmuring, "It would be my pleasure."
Wanda was an absolute mess, bucking up to meet Y/N's thrusts, tears running down her face, and constantly incoherently babbling things that sounded like "Please" "Daddy" and "Fuck." Natasha knew exactly what would make Wanda cum, just a simple touch. She reached down, gently rubbing slow circles on Wanda's clit, and the response was instantaneous.
Wanda let out a scream that they were sure was heard throughout the entire avengers compound, her walls clenching hard around Y/N's cock as they fucked her through her orgasm. Her body was trembling, her clit throbbing under Natasha's fingers as she squirted, her juices coating Y/N's cock and Natasha's digits. Red tendrils of magic were even emanating from her hands, a sign that she was feeling one of the most intense sensations she'd ever felt.
Wanda's orgasm sent Y/N over the edge, growling, "Fuck, here it comes!" as they hilted inside her, pushing as deep as possible before letting go, their cum leaking from their cock and coating Wanda's insides. The feeling of their load seeping into her had Wanda wailing, "Daddy!" at that same loud volume, her body clearly overstimulated.
Y/N and Natasha were gentle with her now. Y/N pulled out slowly, ignoring Wanda's babble that she could take more. They all knew she couldn't. Y/N laid beside her, letting go of her hands and beginning gently massaging her. "Baby, you did so well. You took my cock like an absolute pro."
Natasha went to Wanda's other side, giving her gentle, loving kisses as she praised her, "You looked so beautiful, love. You made us both so proud."
Wanda, for her part, was completely fucked out. Her brain was just now coming back to her; it had been so fuzzy before, and now, she was back in the moment. She nuzzled close to both of them, wanting to feel their bodies against hers in the aftermath of such an intense moment. She sighed, murmuring, "Thank you both. I… I've never felt so good. That was amazing."
Natasha and Y/N exchanged a look, a smirk that confirmed this definitely wasn't just going to be a one time thing. Natasha pressed a kiss over one of the marks Y/N left on Wanda's neck as she said, "You were amazing. Now let's get you cleaned up."
Y/N nodded in agreement, picking Wanda up and carrying her towards the bathroom, the place where this night had started. They sat her down on the edge of the bathtub, running the water as they spoke. "Natty's right. We need to get you all cleaned up. After your training with Steve tomorrow, you better be ready for round two."
Wanda's mind went dizzy again at the thought of doing this all again, stepping into the warm bath as she surrendered herself to the wonderful, sexy world of Y/N and Natasha.