summary: your boss is the mother of the twin boys you nanny—and the one person you know you shouldn’t want.
authors note: just a quick little one-shot to keep you loves fed. i’m still here lurking on the app, just trying to fight the comparison demon that lives in my head 😇. hope y’all enjoy feral, “straight” wanda. this is not proofread. men and minors dni.
content warnings: subtle (or not so) power dynamics, legal age gap, implied cheating (wanda is married to a man), mommy!wanda, feral wanda, clit play, cunnilingus, fingering, praise, lactation kink, little bit of aftercare
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“that one’s mine!” billy cries, small hand reaching back for his toy car which his brother had taken from him.
“no, mom got this one for me!” tommy bites back, holding the car close to his chest with both hands grasped firmly around it. billy’s face flushes a shade of pink before he reaches over with both hands now, pushing his brother with all the force a 4-year-old could muster. tommy falters back a step, retaliating instantly as his hand slaps billy’s arm with a resounding ‘thwack.’
you didn’t have to turn to see where billy was hit to know that kind of slap was going to bring a round of tears. you turn around from the griddle where you were making grilled cheeses for the twins lunch. you’re met with the sight of tommy kneeling on the floor playing with the stolen toy, while billy was looking at you with tear filled eyes, crying as he waits for you to step in.
“hey, what is going on in here?” you walk across the kitchen tile until you’re in the connected family room where you left the boys to play. you step close to billy first, quickly looking over his body to see if you could tell where he was hurt.
“tommy hit me!” billy cries, holding his arm up for you to examine. you hold it carefully in your hand, looking at it from all angles. you could see the spot where he got hit, the skin reddening from the slap.
“i can see that.” you hum sympathetically, gently kissing the spot a couple of times and then smoothing it over with your thumb. “you’re gonna be okay, honey. you’re strong.” you place one final kiss on his arm before gently dropping it to his side. your thumbs swipe the tears from his cheeks before you peck his forehead and then turn to tommy.
“tommy, are hands for hitting?” you ask, kneeling on the floor in front of him. he doesn’t reply, instead, rolling his car along the racetrack that was set on the carpet. you wait a couple more seconds, knowing he had heard you.
“tommy?” you repeat, your hand resting on top of his to still his movements. he whines at his playtime being interrupted. his eyes flick up to yours. you can see a twinge of guilt behind them.
“he took my car.” he insists, glancing towards billy who was now playing with something else behind you.
“he was playing with it first, love. i saw him. and plus, we can share our things, can’t we?” you ask gently. tommy looks away, putting his hands in his lap and looking at the toy as if he was thinking long and hard about your words.
“we don’t get to hit our brother just because he was playing with something you wanted. hitting is not nice.” you reprimand him gently. tommy remains quiet, still staring in his lap as he turns one of the wheels of the car with his pointer finger.
“now tell billy you’re sorry and give him a snuggle.” you stand, helping tommy to his feet as he makes his way over to his brother to apologize.
you return to the kitchen once they both return to playing nicely, finishing up lunch. you plate their sandwiches and dump some goldfish and a small handful of green grapes for each of them.
wanda, their mother, appears then, her frame coming into your peripheral vision as she walks down the stairs. her hair is thrown up into a ponytail, stray pieces framing her face. her skin looks slightly damp, cheeks flushed, which stand out against the dark athletic clothes she was wearing. she must have just finished her workout.
you smile gently as you take her in. a vision, even sweaty and bare faced as she was.
“good morning.” you greet her, walking to the table to set the twins’ plates down.
“hi, sweetheart.” wanda grins at you, her smile not quite as innocent looking as yours was. the familiar look has your stomach doing a little flip flop. she steps close to you, her hands finding your hips. you throw a nervous look in the boys’ direction as she leans in.
“they’re not paying attention to us.” she whispers, calling your attention back to her. you tilt your head back in her direction. her green eyes look hungry as she takes you in. she kisses you, not lingering for too long before pulling away. something tugs in your chest when she steps back. you want more—even though you shouldn’t.
your eyes automatically dart to the wedding ring adorning her finger—a constant reminder she wasn’t actually yours. she wouldn’t ever be.
she turns, grabbing an energy drink from the fridge behind her. “i heard billy crying right before i came down. was everything okay?” she asks, cracking open the can.
“yeah. tommy got a little upset that billy was playing with one of his cars so he hit him. i told him not to do that.” you relay the incident as you work around the kitchen, cleaning up the little mess you had made making their lunches. wanda hums, taking a swig from her drink.
“boys, come eat!” you call out. you’re distracted as you retrieve billy’s water bottle from its place next to the sink, moving it to the table. you don’t notice the boys have ignored your announcement, opting to continue playing.
“hey you two, listen to (y/n) and come eat.” wanda chimes in. the twins hadn’t noticed that wanda had come downstairs yet.
“mommy!” billy cries, jumping to his feet to greet his mother. since it was part of your job to be on morning duty, this was the first time they had seen her this morning.
wanda chuckles warmly, bending down as her son reaches his arms out for her. she wraps her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “hi, my darling.” she hums next to his ear. something tugs at your heart again, this time a dull ache between your legs accompanying it. you know that tone of voice. you know what it’s like for her to address you as her “darling.”
just like that. my darling girl. let me see those pretty eyes when you eat mommy’s pussy.
you swallow thickly, shaking your head to try and clear your mind from the memory. it was such a fucked up dynamic the two of you had, and yet, you would never be the one to end it.
wanda helps the twins sit at the table for lunch, asking questions about what they had been getting up to for the morning. they both excitedly relay the little games you three had played together, announcing that you had colored the best picture when you had drawing time. you smile at tommy as he says that. you really did love these boys so much.
“i’d love to see what you colored.” wanda smiles at you, her eyes glinting with something wicked. you feel your face growing warm as you think of the one colored picture she already has framed of yours in her home office. it was some silly picture you colored with the boys. it sat in the middle of a drawing billy and tommy had both done. the only difference was, behind your drawing, hidden in the frame, was a polaroid of your face all pink and tear stained between her naked legs.
“i’ll show you!” tommy says excitedly, getting up from the table to retrieve the drawing.
the rest of lunch goes by what feels like both too fast, and not fast enough. nap time was next on the schedule. it was something you shamefully looked forward too everyday, because a lot of the time, you got wanda to yourself—unless she absolutely had to work. what you two did together was not something you had dared to share with even your closest friend for fear of being shamed.
“you go straight to sleep, okay?” you hear wanda murmur to billy from the twin bed next to you. you’re tucking tommy in, making sure the covers are loose around him because having them too tight didn’t let him “sleep wiggle.”
“alright, little man. does that feel okay?” you check with tommy, smoothing your hand down his race car comforter. he nods his head, wriggling back and forth to test the comfort.
“perfect. good job (y/n).” tommy praises you in the same tone you use with him. it makes you smile. you lean down to peck his forehead.
wanda stands in the door frame watching you tuck-in her son, an affectionate smile on her lips. you stand and head to the door, slipping past her.
“i don’t want to hear any talking in here you two.” wanda warns playfully, wagging a finger in their direction. you hear billy giggle once before she shuts the door.
you head for the stairs, intent on washing the dishes sitting in the kitchen sink, but a hand on your arm stops you. you turn, surprised to see wanda standing closer to you than you thought. her proximity makes your heart stutter in your chest.
“where do you think you’re going?” she murmurs next to your ear. goosebumps rise along the back of your neck as her breath tickles your skin.
“um...the dishes?” you offer in a quite voice. it was all you could muster with the way she’s looking at you. her green eyes are alight with something dark and hungry, the edges of her irises taking on a dark ring.
she steps closer to you, hands taking ahold of your waist. they’re are warm and firm, pulling you into her.
“i have been waiting all weekend to fuck my little girl.” she trails off, eyes darting to your parted lips. “the dishes can wait.” you swallow thickly, her bold words causing your cheeks to heat up.
“all weekend?” you breath out, lashes fluttering against your cheeks. she maneuvers your body in the direction of the master bedroom, taking slow advancing steps, hands still holding to your hips as you’re forced to shuffle backwards.
“all weekend.” she echoes slowly, her eyes raking over your form as you take your shy, tentative steps back towards her room. you feel caught under her stare, your belly igniting with something warm that makes your brain start to feel fuzzy at the same time.
“wh-what about the twins? they’re not asleep yet.” you say quietly. she backs you up several more steps. you gasp softly when your back suddenly comes into contact with a door. her hand reaches around you for the handle.
“well, then, i guess you better keep quiet for me.” she pushes the handle down, the door opening with your weight against it. you stumble backwards, her hands catching you before you could fall. in the next second, she steps inside, pushing the door closed before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.
you whimper into her mouth, feeling her hands travel along your body with a possessiveness that makes your head spin. she walks the two of you back until you feel your legs hit the bed. you pull away, your breathing uneven. you can see her pupils now blown with desire as she holds you there for a moment.
you hold her gaze, chest rising and falling rapidly with quick breaths and your heart stuttering in your chest. she pushes you back on the bed in one swift move then, your back coming into contact with the mattress. she climbs over you before you can clamber up onto your elbows, capturing your lips with hers again.
nimble fingers travel up your torso to begin undoing the line of buttons on your dress that start at your chest and end at your thighs.
you press yourself up against her, fingers tangling through her hair as she works to undress you. you become lost in her—her scent, her lips against yours, the way her hands explore your body like it’s meant to be devoured.
her fingers undo the last button. she parts the material, exposing your bra and panties as the dress bunches at your sides.
she pulls away again, eyes appraising the newly exposed skin. she bites her lip, taking in the way you’re currently squirming beneath her.
“look at you.” she murmurs, tracing a finger from your sternum down to your pubic bone. “my darling girl.” her other hand trails along your side, dancing across your chest where her fingers dip teasingly behind the cups of your bra.
the slight change of pace has you reeling, your hips bucking in protest. “wanda—“ you whimper, your eyes burning with need as you look up at her.
“that’s not my name.” she replies, sounding unimpressed. she withdraws her touch. you whimper again, back arching to chase where her hand just was.
“‘m sorry. i’m sorry—mommy. please, don’t stop.” you plea, your voice just as soft and pathetic sounding as you felt. wanda had a habit of unraveling every shred of dignity you had.
“that’s better.” she approves, her hand teasing along your thigh now. a small wet patch was growing on your cotton panties, evidence of your arousal. she hums as she gazes upon the sight, wetting her lips with her tongue.
“can i share something with you?” she asks, both hands now teasing your sensitive inner thighs, trailing so close to where you want her, but never giving you what you need.
you don’t reply with words, simply looking at her with big, expectant eyes. she chuckles at your expression, finding it equally adorable and ravishing at the same time.
“i love everything about you…” she pauses for a moment before continuing. “your body… your full lips, your cute little breasts, your soft hips, the way your waist curves inward…how warm you are… i also love that look in your eyes. the one you’re giving me now—so soft, so trusting. you’d let me do whatever i wanted to you, wouldn’t you?” she asks. you don’t reply. you both know the answer without it being said.
“i love how you take care of my boys. there’s no one else i could trust more.” her fingers dip just behind your panties, ghosting over your slit. “you do so much for my family. everyday… giving your all. and what’s more? you don’t even know how utterly perfect you are doing it.” her knuckles brush against your clit. you gasp, hips rolling into her touch. “my favorite thing though, is how you let me take care of you like this.” she gathers your arousal on her fingertips, smearing it gently across your clit. her index and middle fingers begin to move in small circles, stimulating the sensitive nerves.
she makes a noise of pleasure when your lips part with a soft gasp, and your hips chase her fingers. “like that, sweet girl. show mommy how good she makes you feel.” her voice is soft and velvety, her words wrapping you up in a warm, soft haze.
“mommy…” you breath, eyes darting to where her hand moves from beneath the thin material of your panties. she watches you take in what she’s doing, feeling her own arousal growing with every passing second.
she removes her hand, fingers dipping into the hemline before pulling your panties down your legs with ease. she balls them up into her fist, shoving them into her pocket for later. she doesn’t waste any more time before she dives in, her tongue licking a firm stripe up your slit. she moans at the flavor of you, her breath hot as she exhales against your mound. you grab fistfuls of the sheets beneath you, biting your lip to muffle your whines.
her tongue works against you with practiced precision. you’ve lost count of how many times she’s eaten you out now. she’s always been so receptive—taking in each reaction, analyzing both your sounds and body language to find what drives you the most wild.
she laps at your pussy like it’s the first thing she’s eaten in months. the way her tongue flicks perfectly over your clit causing more and more arousal to leak out of you. you cover your mouth with your hand in an effort to muffle the whimpers and moans you can’t help but let escape.
when the pressure just begins to build in your lower stomach, she stops. she kisses your clit gently before crawling up your body. with her face just inches from yours, you catch the soft scent of your arousal covering her lips and chin.
“i missed this.” you feel two of her fingers sliding through your slit, her fingertips pressing against your opening. “i miss this pussy whenever you go back home over the weekends.” she slides her fingers inside of you then, curling them upwards. you moan louder than you intend to, her hand coming up to cover your mouth.
“shhh.” she murmurs gently, beginning to slowly pump her fingers inside of you. you can hear how wet you are, the sounds between your legs obscene and inexplicably wet. “do you touch yourself like this and think of me?” she asks. your eyelashes flutter, your thoughts all turning into a hazy blur as her fingers rub against your g spot. “hmm?” she asks when you don’t reply. her hand is still pressed firmly against your mouth, so you nod your head, your eyes wide and watery. with her eyes boring into yours, it makes all the sensations feel so much more intense.
“mm… good. i wish i could see that. you’ll have to send me a video the next time you do that. will you do that for me, honey?” she asks, her fingers curling faster. her thumb begins to circle your clit, causing your thighs to start trembling. you nod your head quickly at her request. you’d agree to do anything for her.
“i can feel you getting close, baby. clenching around my fingers so tightly.” she praises, thumb swirling your clit with agonizing precision. your eyelids flutter, the coil in your stomach tightening rapidly. your hips rolls in time with the curl of her fingers, your muscles contracting as you feel yourself getting close.
just when you feel yourself about to fall over the edge, she changes her pace, slowing down and unraveling the tightening coil. you whine in protest, your eyes brimming with tears. “are you going let me continue playing with you after you cum?” she asks, thumb just gently ghosting over your clit now. you nod your head again, more vigorously this time. you watch in real time as wanda eyes darken when she takes in you desperate expression—eyes watery, cheeks flushed and hair in disarray as she fucks you on the bed she normally shares with her husband.
“yeah? you gonna let mommy play with this little cunt until she’s done with you?” she asks, voice raising a pitch as she speaks to you like she would a child. it makes you dizzy. she removes her hand to let you speak, but there are no coherent thoughts in your brain to form a response. all you can do is nod again.
her fingers quicken their pace again, pumping in and out of you.
“say it. tell mommy this is her pussy to play with.” her thumb swirls around your clit again and you feel the pressure building quickly again, your orgasm not far off.
“mmph—y-yours! yours mommy! this is your pussy to play with!” you whine. wanda makes a sound between a growl and a purr at your response, her lips sealing around yours in a possessive kiss. that was all you needed as the coil finally snaps, white spots blinding your vision as waves of pleasure wrack through your body.
your sounds of pleasure are swallowed up into the kiss, her fingers unrelenting as you ride out your high until you begin to push against her, starting to feel overstimulated. she pumps her fingers a few more times before she finally stops.
she pulls her fingers out, drawing them to her lips and sucking them into her mouth. you look up at her through half-lidded eyes, drunk on pleasure as she cleans off your arousal from her digits. she lingers there for several beats, letting you catch your breath as her hands affectionately run up and down your sides.
she crawls off of you, beginning to stand. you pout, propping yourself on slightly shaky elbows. she catches your eye when she turns around to face you from where she stands at the side of the bed.
“oh, none of that.” she chuckles warmly, beginning to strip her clothes. you watch in awe, never growing tired of looking at her naked body. stretch marks were littered across her hips and lower stomach—evidence of the twins she carried. it was one of your favorite parts about her.
she crawls back into bed, this time sitting up propped against the headboard. “come here, darling.” she holds out her arms, gently helping you maneuver your body until you’re half draped across her lap. she has your head nuzzled against her shoulder, your legs draped over her lap and across the bed as you sit sideways. she gazes down at you with affectionate eyes, the hunger still there, just softer now.
“remember that one time i let you nurse on me while i played with you?” she asks, her fingers curling some hair behind your ear and then tracing a line down the slope of your nose. you nod your head in response.
“i want to do that again.” she says, quieter this time, almost reverent. your cheeks blush again. you weren’t sure if she liked it as much as you did.
“you do..?” you ask softly.
“of course i do. you’re my little girl.” she replies. your insides melt with warmth. the way she says it makes you feel more fuzzy and light than you’ve ever felt in your entire life—like this fucked up situation was the most correct thing you’d ever experienced.
“i like being your little girl.” you admit, barely above a whisper. your hand comes up mindlessly to softly caress and squeeze the boob furthest from your face.
“show me.” wanda says, fingers threading through the hair at the back of your head. your lips find her nipple then, sucking it softly into your mouth.
you’re gentle at first, enjoying the softness of her nipple before it hardens under your tongue. your eyes drift closed, her fingernails gently scratching against your scalp as you begin to suckle. you make soft noises of pleasure, fingers carefully pinching and pulling at her other nipple so it wasn’t neglected.
some time in the middle of everything, her free hand spreads your thighs, fingers gliding through your wet slit.
she plays with you almost mindlessly, head pressed against the headboard and her eyes closed as she moans softly in pleasure. she bites her lip whenever you suck a little too hard or scrape your teeth gently against her hardened bud. her fingers never leave your pussy, toying with you in all the ways she knows will make you whine and writhe against her—but you don’t mind it. not when you’re connected like this, nursing on your mommy like she’s not your boss or the wife to a loving husband.
for right now, she’s yours, and that’s all that matters.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Balletinstructor!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
♪ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You attend a highly favored ballet school in New York, and are your instructor's star dancer. Little did you know she had differing intentions than previously imagined.
♪ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Innocence corruption, sexual tension, cunnilingus, naive reader, Wanda needs that, competence kink, sizeable age gap ( W is 38, R is 19), Dom = W, Sub = R, and yea
♪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3k
You frantically dig in every nook and cranny of your pink gym bag for your phone as you near the grand, slightly run-down entrance of the studio; you cannot be late again.
"Aha! Thank god," you exhale, a small victory. You think to check the time, 12:13 pm, great. Miss Maximoff won’t be here for another fifteen minutes; you can stretch some more.
It’s pretty cloudy today, and it's probably going to rain soon. You hum as you shove your phone into your back pocket, then push open the double doors of The Scarlet Ballet School. You were just as surprised as everyone else that you got in, more so even. Not many of your relatives are supportive of your passion for the art of ballet. Wanting you to pursue something more sustainable, more real. But you didn’t let them stop you.
Only the dancers with the most credibility got in, but you... were an exception. You're here on a scholarship. Screw up? And it's back to square one.
You’ve been at this studio for a few months and in New York for a little less than a year, and it’s treated you well, especially your new ballet instructor. Wanda Maximoff. Wanda… has a more hands-on approach. So to speak.
The inside of the studio has the sort of charm that you only see in movies. Never did you think you'd make it a reality. The front desk is manned by Billy, the scrawny, awkward teen with smudged eyeliner, every day. He types away at whatever as he sips his Monster.
"You know drinking those every day will give you heart murmurs, right?" You smirk as you approach the desk, propping your arms on it.
Billy doesn't spare you a glance; he rolls his eyes, though. "That? Is a myth."
"Fuck around and find out, I guess." You shrug, which gets a small smile out of the teen. "Has Yelena come in yet?" You ask, lightly drumming your fingertips on the desk.
Billy nods, finally meeting your eyes, "Mhm, like five minutes ago. She said she'd meet you after she's done in Miss Romanoff's room."
You hum, "Alright, thanks, Billy!" you say as you begin to walk away.
"Cute skirt!" He calls after you, and you smile brightly over your shoulder.
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"Are we still on for lunch tomorrow?" Yelena Inquires, stretching her leg on the barre, putting her short blond hair in a small ponytail. "Since you cancelled last week." She mentions with a pointed look.
You huff before you get a sip of water from your bottle. "Yes, Lena, we're still on for lunch tomorrow." You playfully roll your eyes and smile easily, though it falters somewhat. Your brows knit together in concern. "Shouldn't... shouldn't, Miss Maximoff be here by now?" You glance at the entrance to the ballet room.
Yelena follows your gaze before meeting yours again, shrugging lightly. "Little graces," she snorts, getting off the barre to stretch her back now, adjusting her navy leotard straps.
You sigh. You're sorely aware of the fact that no one here likes the older woman. You can practically feel the dread suffocate the room when she comes in on bad days. Sure, she's abrasive sometimes, too strict, and can be mean. However, for whatever reason, you never got to experience that side of her. She differs from you. Patient, a sweet-talker, and lenient. You have no clue as to why. The other girls in your room hate you for it, too. Whispering amongst themselves and giving you sideways glances.
Suddenly, the doors to the room swing open as Wanda struts in like she owns the place. Confidence exudes from her every step, not the in-your-face kind of self-assurance, but the quiet kind. One that shows just how comfortable she is being who she is. Her black pencil skirt is just shy of the knee, and her blood red satin button-up is perfectly tucked into it, with a few tantalizing buttons left unbuttoned. The sound of her heels reverberates on the vinyl floor.
Click.
Clack.
Click.
Clack.
Your heart skips a beat at the sound. Your hands subconsciously smooth over your fitted black tank top and small pink skirt.
"Speak of the devil, and she will appear," Yelena mutters beside you, her stretching halting. You subtly nudge her.
Everyone in the room waits with bated breath for Miss Maximoff to speak; conversations die mid-sentence, and a few girls suddenly become very interested in their stretches. Someone near the mirrors straightens so fast she nearly loses her balance.
Wanda regards everyone with a pointed look, assessing, before they land on you. Something in her gaze shifts, something… dark, it makes you blink and falter. "Good afternoon." She says briefly, getting her keys to her office out of her purse. "Since everyone seems fascinated by the time of my arrival," she says coolly, removing a pair of reading glasses from her blouse pocket, "perhaps someone would like to explain why we're standing around instead of warming up."
Like clockwork, everyone who stopped stretching to show some sort of respect for Miss Maximoff, scatter to continue stretching; it's almost comical.
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Some time has passed, and Yelena is practicing her ballons on the opposite side of the room. The other girls are working on whatever movements Miss Maximoff has drilled them to perform. You stand alone, near the barre, in first position, your legs burn from the effort you put into them today, in fear of disappointing your instructor. You take a minute to breathe. Suddenly, you feel warm hands glide gracefully to support your sides, and you straighten almost instantly, ignoring how every inch of you screams to settle into the touch.
The scent of her, vanilla and something faintly smoky, like incense, hits you before she even speaks.
Wanda’s hands are firm but gentle, warm from the studio lights above. Her fingertips press just slightly into your ribs through the thin fabric of your tank. No one else gets this close to her during class - not unless they’re being corrected harshly or praised quietly.
You don’t turn around right away.
Instead, you feel her lean in, her breath a whisper against your ear, and then that low voice wraps around you like velvet, “Breathe deeper than that, detka.”
Ugh, that pet name makes your gut coil.
Her lips brush the shell of your ear for half a second before she pulls back slightly to adjust how she’s holding you, but you miss the barely there touch. Your pulse spikes so hard it feels audible in the quiet.
“Now rise.”
Wanda’s hands don’t just rectify you; they linger.
When you rise, her palms slide up your sides like she’s memorizing the curve of your waist, thumb brushing the dip just above your hip. She doesn’t let go when you’re fully upright. No, she keeps one hand there, warm and possessive at your back, while the other lifts to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Too intimate for an instructor during class… everyone knows it. No one dares say anything, though. Not with Wanda Maximoff standing two inches away from you, her favorite student. You don't mean it with sovereignty; it's simply a fact.
“You look tired.”
You blink out of your reverie, stammering. "I-I… yeah. I am, I was up too late practicing for the past two days." You explain sheepishly.
The brunette's presence shifts to one of concern and disapproval. She raises a brow and sighs lowly. Her grip on your sides tighten imperceivley, sending a cold shiver down your spine. "Now, why did you think that was a good idea?"
Your lip catches between your teeth, and your green eyes follow the motion. "I don't want to be behind, I'm here on a scholarship… I need to be ahead." You elaborate determinedly.
Wanda pouts, "I see how hard you work, honey. I'm proud of you, but burning out won't help anyone." She pulls back slightly, her hand still on your left hip, and slowly glides up your back, to your shoulder, stopping just shy of your neck, her thumb barely caressing your collarbone. "You don't need to prove yourself to me." Miss Maximoff whispers in the most intoxicating tone you've ever heard, and your lips part.
You don't know what comes over you; maybe it was the stress, or the weight of expectation, or perhaps the lack of real sleep.
Your eyes well up with tears.
Your instructor notices almost immediately, and her taller form comes a step closer before you, her hand now fully holding the back of your neck, her thumb gently rubbing your cheek. Her brows furrow, grabbing your jaw lightly when you try to avoid eye contact. "Hey, hey, look at me when I'm talking."
You fight and fail miserably to stop the stray tear that falls, you sniffle, then meet Wanda's eyes, hesitating some.
Wanda smiles. "Good girl. You wanna come to my office, sweetheart? We can talk about it," she coos.
The way Wanda spoke to you makes you feel small, dumb, and incapable of handling this on your own. The words catch in your throat. You nod.
Wanda shakes her head, "Nuh uh, use your words."
You take a shuddering breath, scared the dam will break. "I do. Want t-to talk about it." You wipe another tear.
Wanda hums approvingly, standing straighter; she almost looks relieved. "Smart girl." She praises, her hand falling from your neck to your lower back, leading you to her office. You don't want to look and see everyone staring in the ballet room, but you do catch Lena's questioning gaze, her head tilted, she mouths, 'Where the hell are you going?', throwing her arms up slightly.
You wince, 'I'll be back', you mouth in reply.
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The office is small but cozy, cluttered with ballet books, framed photos of Wanda’s friends, you assume, a few potted plants that look like they’re barely surviving, and the ever-present scent of her vanilla-sandalwood perfume.
Without asking permission, she sits right beside you on the plush velvet couch, the kind made for crying students or exhausted instructors who just need five minutes alone. Close enough that your knees touch, and hands you your tea.
You mutter a thank you before taking a sip.
Wanda watches you sip the tea, the sliver of green remaining in her eyes tracking the way your lips press to the rim of that scarlet mug, how your fingers curl around it for warmth.
“Is it good?” she asks softly. Her voice is honeyed, no sharp edges like during class. You nod slightly, and she smiles, a small, private little thing meant only for you.
Then, without hesitation, she lifts her free hand and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear again. Her fingertips linger there - a featherlight brush along your temple before sliding down to cup your jaw gently.
“Look at me,” she commands gently.
Your eyes meet hers, your breath catches at how the older woman stares openly at you. Hungry, sympathetic, and restrained. All demonstrated by her flushed cheeks, parted wet lips, and furrowed brow. You set your mug down on the old coffee table, praying that your tremors aren't visible.
"I know... what can make you feel better, honey."
A beat passes, which feels like an eternity as the gears in your head shift. "What?" You gulp.
She licks her pink lips, "You're gonna have to trust me, think you can do that for me?" She asks hopefully.
You nod frantically.
"Say it."
You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together, failing to quell the ache. "I trust you."
Her hand finds your thigh, fingers pressing into your thigh. “Do you?"
"I-I really do..."
"Good girl."
Your eyes widen, chest constricting as she rises from the couch and sinks slowly to her knees before you on the faded Persian rug. The shift of her weight, the quiet rustle of her black pencil skirt, it feels obscene.
Her warm hands slip under your skirt slowly, stopping on your mid-thigh. You’re sure Wanda can feel the heat radiating from your pussy.
“You do so much. Being my star student, dorogoy. It must be exhausting,” she pouts, gently kneading your inner thighs, coaxing you to spread them wider. The older woman smirks.
“I wanna make you feel better.” She continues.
Your not even fully aware you're holding your breath; you’ve never actually gotten eaten out before. Sure, in high school, a girl fingered you in the bathroom once, but other than that, nothing. You really hope Wanda can’t tell.
“P-please…” The whine that follows your plea surprises even you.
Wanda seems to excite from the noise, her cheeks flushing once more, blinking repeatedly.
Her expression softens, deepens. She realizes that you're the type to whimper, to whine. To beg. She swallows hard, her mind racing with new, dirtier thoughts. "Please what, honey?"
You stammer, “D-do something!”
She laughs, a breathy, delighted sound that vibrates in your abdomen. Without warning, she taps your thigh, signaling for you to lift enough for her to peel off your damp, cotton panties. They stick to your glistening folds, embarrassingly so.
Never mind to Wanda, it seems, she leans in and licks a slow stride from your hole to your throbbing clit.
You cry out, back arching off the couch cushions. "Oh fuck!"
"Like that?" She inquires coyly.
She dives back in before you can even process that she spoke, her tongue circles your clit gently but firmly.
One hand grips your hip possessively, holding you still as she licks into you again, and again. She settles between your spread thighs, face buried against your pussy, tongue working lazy circles around your clit. Her other hand moves to cover your mouth, muffling the whimpers and cries that spill past your lips.
Your hips move without your permission, seeking more pressure, more contact. She groans against your pussy, the vibration making you see stars. She pulls back briefly to speak against your core. "Quiet, honey... God, you taste so good..."
She goes back to eating you out like she's starving for your taste, her tongue never stopping its gentle circles around your clit. Your whines are getting louder despite her hand covering your mouth, and she knows you're close when your hips start rolling harder against her face.
The tip of her tongue curls, deliberately tracing the letters W-A-N-D-A across your throbbing clit and sensitive folds. It’s possessive and obscene, branding you from the inside out. Your back arches violently, a muffled sob tearing from your throat behind her hand as she writes the final 'A' with agonizing precision.
A full-body shudder wracks through you when she finishes spelling her name. Her name is written in saliva across your pussy. Her mouth stays glued to you, sucking softly on your clit.
Your hands grip Wanda’s hair tightly, and you whimper constantly against her hand. You accidentally tug on your instructor's hair in the midst of your pleasure.
A deep, throaty moan reverberates against your core as she feels your fists tighten in her hair. The sound sends vibrations directly to your clit, making you gasp louder against her palm. She actually smiles against your pussy, loving how desperate and noisy you're getting.
Her mouth is sealed over your clit when your orgasm hits, the intense suction sending you hurtling over the edge. You convulse against her face, fingers yanking hard on her hair as a silent scream tears through you. She drinks you down greedily, swallowing every drop of your release.
Wanda licks your heat a few times before her head rises, her hand falling from your mouth. Her lips glisten with your come; she licks them slowly, "Good girl," she praises. “You did so well for me, sweetheart.” Miss Maximoff pants while wiping her chin, then moving her chestnut hair from her face.
You reel from your orgasm, your vision still swimming some. “T-thank you…” You cannot believe you actually-
Summary: You woke up in a room that isn’t yours, two beautiful women sleeping at your sides and a bunch of memories and promises make you realise love at first sight actually exists. For once, it was a good idea you listened to your friends, right?
you don’t have permission to translate/repost my work anywhere. Please be respectful. Likes, reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated. MDNI — Regina
A/N: You guys won’t believe how the story started in my head- IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS. Also I tried to write porn without plot and failed. Here we are tho ♡ hope you like it. The middle pic is from my personal collection 🤪 I miss paradise. Also sassy is what my friends call me hehehe
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The first thing you did when your mind started waking up was groan.
The room was a little chilly, your body was sore and your head was about to kill you. You kept your eyes closed, trying to decide if you should stay in bed that day or join your friends for breakfast.
You arrived to Cancun three days ago after the endless begging of your friends for you to join them on their little trip. And it was supposed to be healing as you found yourself again. But right then and there, you were regretting joining them for drinks at the hotel’s bar the night before.
You sighed. The headache wouldn’t go if you didn’t take anything. And when you tried to reach for your phone, instead of touching the nightstand, you touched a warm body.
That made you sat up immediately, making you aware of your naked state as the sheets fell into your lap. Your lips parted as you looked to your left.
A brunette was lying on her back, her arm over her head trying to block the sunlight and her other hand below your pillow and her chest covered with the sheets. You moved backwards, only to bump into another body and you gasped.
When you turned to your sight, you found a redhead lying on her chest, her back bare and marked. Her arm placed protectively over your lap.
Your head started spinning a little as the memories of the night before finally flooded your mind as your eyes scanned the room that clearly wasn’t yours.
And your cheeks started burning.
(—)
The day before.
Wanda convinced her wife to have a little getaway. By little she meant a Caribbean paradise to forget about the not-so-little break up with their latest girlfriend.
They were running from their demons. Every inch of their house reminded them of the breakup and when Natasha started spending more time in the office than by her side, Wanda knew they had to leave as far away as they could.
And the redhead wasn’t so sure at first but when her wife kissed her so seductively and whispered the filthiest things in her ear, Natasha couldn’t resist anymore.
Everything was running smoothly. They tanned, read and swam at the pool like it was their second honeymoon. And they fucked like they could pound the memories out of each other. It was working, though.
Until, you walked in front of them at the pool. Wanda’s jaw almost dropped and she swore she heard Natasha growl under her breath but it could’ve been her. It was hard to say.
You looked stunning. A red bikini adorning your body, your hair pulled up, sunglasses resting at the top of your head and a beach bag hanging on your shoulder. And you stopped before them, turning around when someone called your name and Wanda’s hopes died when a tall blond man approached you.
He hugged you and your body relaxed under his touch. And Wanda couldn’t help when she sighed and turned to look at Natasha. But her wife was still looking at you, and if it wasn’t for her sunglasses, Wanda would’ve noticed the way Natasha’s eyes darkened at your sight.
Then the redhead furrowed her brows, making Wanda look back at you. You were giggling and trying to push away the man, as he took away your bag and started fighting with you.
Wanda jumped on ready to help you but Natasha stopped her. You kept laughing, pushing him away as he kept threatening to push you to the pool.
“Luke, stop!” you laughed and your voice was like music to their ears.
Were your moans as sweet as your laughter? Or did your voice drop lower when you felt needy?
But Wanda’s trail of thoughts was interrupted with your scream and a splash, flinching a little when water reached her and she gasped when you weren’t coming out of the water.
Natasha reacted first, jumping to the pool instantly and helping you out. You took a deep breath, your cheeks instantly flushed as Natasha held your hips protectively.
You brushed your hair back. Your eyes meeting a pair of unfamiliar green eyes looking at you worried. For a moment, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. And your lips parted to talk but you were sure you forgot your own name.
“Are you okay?” Natasha asked softly, not quite ready to let you go and unaware of your flustered state.
“Come on, sassy, stop pretending you don’t know how to swim” Luke interrupted the moment and you weren’t sure who growled, you or the redhead.
You turned to glare at him and flipped him off, only making him laugh and then you looked back at the redhead.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you” you said softly and Natasha nodded.
The redhead helped you out of the pool and you offered her your hand to help her out, ignoring the teasing tickles from your best friend.
Your breath faltered when you took in the redhead’s image. She was wearing a black bikini top and a pair of black shorts. But that wasn’t what made you stop breathing, it was her toned abdomen and her strong arms that made you forget about everything else.
Luke pinched your side, offering you a teasing grin and you rolled your eyes and smacked his arm.
“Hey! Don’t be so mean” he grunted, placing a hand over his burning skin where your punch landed and you smacked him again “Stop!”
“That’s for pushing me, vipes” you huffed and he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek “I’ll deal with you later” you muttered and faced the redhead again, that was now drying herself.
In that moment you noticed the brunette that was lying next to her and your mouth watered at her sight. She was wearing a mustard bikini, long legs perfectly tanned and a collarbone that was challenging you to touch just to find out if it was as sharp as it looked. She smiled at you softly and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red.
“I- we are sorry” you said softly, your eyes dancing in between them and you offered the redhead a grateful smile “Thank you for saving me, that was really kind”
“Yeah, saving you from your own stupidity” Luke teased but regretted it when both women glared at him as if they were trying to kill him on spot.
“Yeah, that too” you chuckled, a little amused that they made Luke squirm a little “But really, thank you”
It was like you weren’t ready to go, glued on your spot even when Luke was trying to make you keep walking. But you would’ve done anything to hear the redhead’s voice again and wondering how the brunette sounded.
And as if they could hear your thoughts, both smiled softly at you.
“It was nothing, just…” Natasha glanced at Luke for a moment and her eyes softened when meeting yours “be careful. It doesn’t matter if you know how to swim, games like that could end up badly”
Luke huffed like a scolded child behind you and you nudged him with your elbow making him yelp as you smiled and nodded.
“Tasha, don’t be so hard on them” Wanda scolded her wife softly and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “Glad you are okay, sweetheart”
Your breath hitched at the sound of the brunette’s voice. It was sweet and alluring. You would even dare to say motherly in a way that electrified your skin and made your knees feel weak.
Luke noticed your state. He could almost see the moment your brain malfunction and he smirked. As much as both women made clear they didn’t like him, his little game turned out better than he imagined. Still, he cleared his throat and you flinched.
“Yeah, I- huh, thank you again” you finally said, trying to remember how to breathe and waved at them “Sorry for the trouble and I hope you keep having a good time”
You started walking but Luke stood still, watching you with an amused smirk and you rolled your eyes. You grabbed him by the wrist, trying to ignore the curious eyes of the women and fighting to make him move.
“Vipes, I swear to god-“ you grunted and he chuckled, starting to move as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“Come on, sassy. I have a story to tell” he laughed and you pushed him away.
Both women watched you leave as you bickered with him. And Natasha almost jumped again when you were close to falling but this time Luke grabbed you by the waist and you started smacking his arm but giggled.
“Do you think they-“ Wanda started and Natasha looked at her wife.
“I don’t think so, dorogaya” Natasha sighed and laid down, putting her sunglasses back on “I hope not”
“You hope?” Wanda smirked and Natasha scoffed “Don’t be like that, moya lyubov’. We are on the same team here” the brunette smacked her wife’s thigh playfully.
Natasha chuckled, wrapping her arms around her wife and pulling her over her lap. She kissed Wanda’s neck as Wanda tried to break free because Natasha was too cold for her hot skin.
“I know we are, but I’m not so sure we should be thinking that way” Natasha said softly and Wanda turned to look at her, letting her body curl over Natasha’s and pecking her lips softly.
“Maybe that’s what we need, Tasha”
They both looked at you. You were now at the other end of the pool, lying down as the sun kissed your skin with your arms folded behind your head. Luke was standing before you and telling your two other friends about what happened, but their eyes were fixed on you.
“Maybe, but she’s gone now, Wands” Natasha said softly. She kissed Wanda’s forehead and patted her side as she offered her wife a loving smile “But I can get creative tonight”
Wanda laughed and kissed Natasha. At the end of the day, the redhead was her true partner in crime. The rest of the world was just a fantasy.
(—)
“Do I really have to go? I’m tired” you whined, letting yourself fall onto the mattress as Maddison threw you a dress “Mads”
“None of that, baby girl, it’s Friday night” she shrugged and looked at you “Just tonight, the rest of the week you can ignore our pleads”
You sat straight and snorted “You always say that and for some reason, it keeps happening”
But you complied. Anything to keep your mind away from home or away from the women that saved your life that day. Mostly them.
They were extremely hot, even Luke made an effort to state that when he was telling the story to Noah and Maddison. And you felt their gazes more than once during the day at the pool, or maybe you just imagined that since you wished for them to keep noticing you.
You weren’t sure, though. By the way they talked, at least the little you heard, they seemed to be married but it wouldn’t be the first time you mistaken friends for lovers. You could never trust your gaydar.
So a night out to clear your mind sounded marvellous. It was that or staying at your room as your mind ran over and over again their faces like a prayer.
You started dressing yourself, ignoring Maddison when she called you a good girl and after doing your makeup, both of you left your room.
The boys were already waiting for you at the hotel’s bar since you weren’t in the mood to go full nightclubbing and that was the best you could offer. And they agreed just because if they got you tipsy enough, maybe you would be the one wanting to change scenarios.
You greeted both and sat on a barstool next to Luke that was grinning at you mischievously. You squinted your eyes as he wiggled his brows and then decided it was better if you didn’t know.
You asked the bartender for a piña colada and Luke groaned.
“Dude, you are going soft” he glared at you and changed your order for something stronger a Moscow Mule.
“No, you are trying to kill me” you scoffed and Luke laughed “Vodka isn’t my cup of tea, vipes”
“Tonight it is” he shrugged and leaned over the counter “Your girlfriends are here, by the way”
At that, you straightened your back and Luke started laughing louder. You pushed him away when he tried to hug you and grunted.
“Shut up” your cheeks flushed and you thanked the bartender when he placed your drink before you and gave a long sip “They are not my girlfriends”
“But you wish they were” he teased, nudging your side playfully.
“She wishes what?” Noah chimed in, his arms wrapped around Maddison’s waist and you groaned, hiding your face in between your hands.
“That the hot women from earlier were her girlfriends or at least one of them. Hard to tell if they are together” Luke said tapping his chin in a thoughtful manner and you punched him.
“Are they here?” Mads asked, her eyes already scanning the place and you closed your eyes.
Ever since you broke up with your ex, your friends were firm believers that the only way out of your dark tunnel was a quick fuck. Noah and Luke were insufferable about it but when Maddison chimed in, it only got worse.
And you knew they were trying to cheer you up. After all, they were the ones collecting the pieces of your broken heart. But no one was interesting enough for you to really pay attention until that day.
You didn’t even know their names and maybe it was for the best. But both women were extremely attractive, it wasn’t even fair to be that hot. Physically should be impossible and yet, they were goddesses walking down on earth.
Luke told the story, emphasising on the fact that you were flustered when you talked to them and they pushed all day for you to talk to them. You stayed firm, though, even if on the inside you wanted to do it.
But it was like tossing a coin. They could be married or just friends or worst case scenario they were straight. Either way, you would’ve ended up making a fool of yourself and you weren’t ready for that hit.
“Yeah, corner booth on your right” Luke smirked and Noah and Maddison turned their faces in the most obvious way they could.
You gulped the rest of your drink and ordered another one. They were as embarrassing as any parent could be. Well no, they were worse.
“Dude, they are one hundred percent lesbians” Noah said looking at you and you side eyed him “Mads is the only straight woman I believe is that beautiful, the rest are certainly lesbians”
“Nice wording, baby” Maddison kissed his cheek and he smiled proudly “But he is right. And they make me wish I was into women, like damn”
You sighed, loudly and dramatically. You were delusional but your friends always fuelled that side of you and this time you weren’t falling for it.
“Well, then they are married. Cheers to that” you said raising your glass and Luke patted your shoulder “Do not hit on me, Lucas”
He chuckled “I was gonna say, you could always try your shot”
You gulped again your drink, leaving your glass half empty and shook your head as you laughed.
“Last time you told me that, I found my best friend” Maddison laughed at that and cheered with you “And I’m not replacing her”
The three of them kept teasing you, trying to encourage you to go and talk to them but that only made you keep drinking. And maybe alcohol wasn’t the best solution for your broken heart, the teasing or the need that was increasing between your legs every time you glanced at them, but the alcohol was making it bearable.
In the middle of your fourth drink, the bartender pushed a new drink and you looked at him confused. It was a different drink, the glass was garnished with lipstick and you raised a brow.
“This cocktail is called ‘The Flirt’” he explained with a soft smile, gaining the attention of your friends as they turned to look at him with curious eyes “Tequila, brandy, cranberry juice and lime juice” he continued, focusing on you as you stared at the drink like it held all the answers in the world “From the ladies over there”
Your cheeks started burning as Noah and Luke high five and Maddison started laughing. The bartender offered you a friendly look but it didn’t help to soothe your nerves and you tried to give it back.
“I don’t think this is a good idea” you said shyly, finishing your drink and Luke wrapped his arm around your shoulder “Don’t”
“Sassy, it’s just a drink not a marriage proposal” he said softly, restraining himself from teasing you. He sniffed the drink and looked at the bartender “I want one, smells nice. Please”
“Take mine” you grunted and Luke ignored you, pleading silently to the bartender to go and he nodded “Lucas”
“No, we are not doing this” he said firmly and you turned to look at him “I know we tease you a lot but this is a sign, (Y/N)” you groaned and started shaking your head “Yes, it is. Take the drink and just go and thank them. If they were just being nice with you, you can come back and we all go to bed” Noah smacked the back of his head but Luke remained unbothered, almond eyes only focused on you and smiling softly “And I will do whatever you want for a month”
“You really want me to go over there, huh?” you giggled softly and his smile widened.
“It’s been six months, sassy girl” he pecked your cheek “Go and if you don’t like them, look at me and I will go and pretend I’m your jealous boyfriend”
You laughed and rolled your eyes playfully “You always want to play that role” he shrugged and you sighed “Fine, but I will make you suffer for a month”
You stood up and took the drink. Your hand slightly shaking as you took a deep breath. It felt like you even forgot how to flirt, you were rusty after five years of being in a relationship.
“Go, get ‘em tiger” he patted your shoulder and you sighed.
(—)
Surprisingly, the drink was Natasha’s idea.
But she had to do something because it couldn’t be a coincidence that they ran into you two times that day after not seeing you the whole week. And Wanda also kept throwing stealthy glances at you, although she wasn’t as subtle as she think she was. Not for Natasha, at least.
And if it went wrong, Natasha could blame it on the alcohol later. Even when she knew how to handle her vodka. But the smile of her wife was priceless when she did the request to a waiter, so it really was worth the trouble.
But Wanda’s smile faded when she watched you struggle. Your blond friend was telling you something, the bartender was looking at you trying to decide what to do and your other two friends were immersed in their own world.
You looked conflicted.
“I think we over did it, moya lyubov’” Wanda looked at Natasha nervously, biting her lip and feeling her heart race.
The redhead extended her arm and Wanda took her hand seeking comfort. And there wasn’t any other thing that could soothe her worries like Natasha’s reassuring smile.
“Well, in that case we tried and I keep my word on getting creative tonight” Wanda giggled and Natasha’s smile widened “There you are, dorogaya”
“Yeah, you are right. Maybe my gaydar is broken” Wanda sighed, shrugging and Natasha laughed.
“Or maybe she’s not into us, Wands” Natasha teased and her wife offered her an offended look “Well, into me. My wife is extremely hot”
“Hey now! My wife is hotter” Wanda grinned and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “But really, it’s okay. At least she got a free drink and…”
Natasha’s eyes flicked your way and her heart skipped a beat. You were now walking towards them, stumbling a little but with the drink on your hand. And for a second, Natasha thought you were going to throw the drink to them. But when her eyes met yours, you smiled softly and she forgot how to breathe.
“Dorogaya”
“So I think we could just close the tab and…”
“Wands”
“I really don’t mind. In fact, I think I’m feeling tired. Aren’t you…”
“Wanda!” Natasha said louder and Wanda flinched, furrowing her brows a little hurt because her wife never raised her voice. At least not to Wanda “I’m sorry, my love, but look”
Wanda then looked your way. You were closer, walking too slow for Natasha’s liking but she was enjoying the view. And Wanda’s breath faltered as she squeezed Natasha’s hand tightly and ignored when her wife grunted.
Both looked at you in awe when you stood before them. The crimson dress that you were wearing made you look like an angel of death. Their deaths. Your hair was down, your collarbone adorned with a cute silver necklace and you were wearing rings.
“Hey” you said shyly “Thank you for the drink. Seems like I owe you big time now” you joked, trying to keep your nerves in check even when the alcohol was numbing you and still your skin was buzzing.
Natasha’s jaw was one movement away from dropping, you couldn’t look hotter even if you wanted to. It should be illegal or something. And Wanda wasn’t so sure about her own name, afraid of talking and making a fool of herself.
They were never shy around women. Not when they were single and specially not since they were married. Both were natural flirts, almost bordering arrogance when it came to their looks. They knew they were hot, they knew they were charming, they were overly-confident with their skills in specially in bed.
And yet, in that exact moment, they both forgot how to talk.
On your end, the silence stretched too quickly. It was barely two minutes, but your confidence shattered. What if they didn’t mean to send you the drink? What if it was meant for someone else? What if they didn’t even want you there?
You bit your lip nervously, taking a step back and looking over your shoulder. Luke nodded and said something to Noah and Maddison, and started to walk towards you.
And Wanda finally snapped out of her own thoughts.
“Hey, sweetheart” she smiled softly and her voice electrified your skin “Did you like the drink?”
Wanda kicked Natasha under the table, not daring to look away from you and her wife growled but it was enough for her to react.
“I- well I haven’t…” your cheeks flushed and you shifted your weight nervously.
“Why don’t you join us for that drink?” Natasha said sliding over the round booth to sit closer to Wanda and gave you space “Unless you have somewhere else to be?”
There was a hopeful edge on Natasha’s voice and your legs almost failed you because she sounded so sweet. But before you could accept, Luke’s arm wrapped around you protectively.
“What are you doing, baby?”
Wanda threw a ‘I told you so’ look to her wife. Natasha’s jaw clenched at the sight of the blond man. Your cheeks were burning and you were wishing for the earth to swallow you up. The only one that was grinning and in control was Luke; the one person that didn’t belong there.
In his defence, you gave him the signal.
You took a deep breath and turned to look at him, trying to silently ask him to go but Luke was dumb when he wanted.
“Why don’t you go with Noah and Mads, hm?” you asked softly and he frowned.
“What? But you…”
“You heard me, vipes” you cleared your throat, your eyes wide opened as you tried to signal him to get on track. But you could see how slowly the dots were connecting “Lucas!”
You smacked his arm and he flinched. And finally, he reacted. Luke grinned and nodded, you could just wish he didn’t look that obvious to the beautiful women behind you as much as he did to you.
“Oh, yeah. Huh” he scratched the back of his neck and looked over you “Ladies, I think I never apologised. Sorry for the disturbance earlier and for…” you pinched his arm subtly and he grimaced “Yeah, for earlier. I’ll see you later, sassy” he leaned and pecked your cheek.
Natasha watched him leave and she smiled triumphantly to her wife. The redhead loved being right, she loved even more proving her wife wrong even when that got her in trouble. It was always worth it.
And she told herself as much when Wanda nudged her forcefully with her elbow and smiled at you with innocent eyes when you turned to look at them.
Wanda Maximoff was the devil in disguise and no one but Natasha knew that.
“Sorry about that, he just… well, it doesn’t matter” you bit your lip nervously, trying to gather your thoughts “So may I sit or should I just…”
“Please, I promise we don’t bite” Wanda said cheerfully “Unless you are into that, in that case we very much bite”
Natasha looked at her wife incredulously. Wanda only got that chatty when she was nervous, like it was her first time interacting with a woman and if they wanted a chance with you, Wanda needed to get it together.
But you chuckled and sat on the spot Natasha left you.
“I guess it depends on who is biting, so we will see” you smiled softly, gaining confidence from god knows where but it was working.
“So sassy? Is that your name?” Natasha said casually, taking a sip of her drink and your cheeks flushed.
You were there already flirting with them and you didn’t even know their names nor they knew yours. But the redhead was smooth, you gave her that.
“God no” you giggled and Natasha almost choked on her drink, could you get even cuter? “Vipes calls me by my gamertag. I mean Luke, I also call him by his gamertag” you babbled and Natasha held back an amused smirk.
You were just like her wife. Well, Wanda barely got that nervous so it was almost your fault that she was in that state. But that seemed to be your usual. And it made sense.
If Natasha had to guess, you probably were in your mid twenties. At least ten years younger than them. You seemed to come from a good family, nice manners and probably you had siblings based on the way you treated your friend. Long-term relationships were your thing, so a one night stand was barely an option and still, you were there with no expectations.
That was the redhead’s final assessment. And she was right. Natasha Romanoff was always right.
“Gamertag?” Wanda tilted her head slightly and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red, making Wanda’s curiosity spike even more.
You probably sounded like a total nerd. Or that’s what you believed while Wanda was genuinely curious. Natasha was the gamer, not her.
“Yes, dorogaya. Gamertag, you know the name you use online when you play?” Natasha explained sweetly and Wanda raised a brow, clueless “Like mine? Black Widow?”
“Oh, I see” she giggled and looked back at you “You’ll have to forgive me, perhaps I’m old” her cheeks flushed and you wanted to tell her you probably looked like trash next to her, that there was no way she was that old. But you bit the inside of your cheek nervously “And sassy is yours?”
“Something like that but my name is (Y/N)” you hummed and took a sip of your drink to soothe your nerves “And do you have names or should I just call you hottie one and hottie two?” your tongue ran before you could stop yourself and your eyes widened, coughing and not sure where to focus “I mean- god, I’m so sorry. I take it back. No, I mean I don’t take it back. You guys are hot but I say that respectfully and I didn’t want to…”
Natasha grabbed your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze, making you look at them. They were smiling a little amused but they weren’t judging. You bit your lip nervously, embracing the warmth of Natasha’s touch as she rubbed tender circles on the back of your hand.
“Thank you for the compliment, malyshka” Natasha started softly, as if she was trying to be careful of not scaring you away “I’m Natasha and this is my wife, Wanda”
“And I gotta say, you have a very cute name” Wanda added, smiling at you and almost climbing Natasha’s lap just to be closer to you because her wife got to touch you first and the brunette was competitive.
“You guys do too” you nodded, downing half the drink before you could keep talking and you made a bigger fool of yourself “You also make a lovely couple”
And they did. They truly did. It shouldn’t be fair that two women that hot were together but life was never fair. And they looked like a match made in heaven, like two pieces that belonged together perfectly. It was written all over them.
But knowing that didn’t keep you from feeling a little disappointed because the chances of them looking for a third were very thin.
“Oh, thank you. That’s really sweet, isn’t it moya lyubov’?” Wanda smiled at her wife and Natasha hummed, her eyes fixed on you even when her wife kissed her cheek.
“Is that… Russian or something?” you asked curiously and Natasha offered you a proud smile, one that made your heart flutter.
“It is. Good job, malyshka” Natasha praised and your arousal pooled between your legs “Wanda called my love and I just called you little one” she explained but you were half listening. You nodded but you were squeezing your legs thanks to the praise and the pet name, what was wrong with you?
“I’m not that little” you murmured and Wanda giggled “I’m twenty five”
“It’s not like that, sweetheart” Wanda explained with a soft smile “Although, for us you are little. In a cute way and maybe we are just older” your lips parted to ask but she tutted “It’s rude to ask a lady her age”
“She’s thirty five, I’m thirty seven” Natasha rolled her eyes playfully and Wanda smacked her arm. You giggled “You act like you are eighty or something, Maximoff”
“Says the woman that keeps complaining about her knee” Wanda scoffed and winked at you.
Their silly banter was refreshing. You weren’t sure how long they’ve been together but the way they acted around each other was something you wished you would be able to find one day. Being around someone that long for them to be your best friend and your lover.
“So, malyshka, what brings you here? To Cancun, I mean” Natasha asked grinning at you.
“For that, I think I’ll need another drink” you said shyly.
“As you wish” Natasha called a waiter over.
And you tried to collect your thoughts and feelings. It was a terrible idea to talk about your ex when you were trying to flirt with them. But they asked and you couldn’t find in yourself to lie, not to them.
Their beauty made you nervous and made your whole body buzz with need. But both women also looked at you as if they could catch you when you fell, like they would never judge.
The real question was: could you trust them?
(—)
None of you were sure how long you’ve been hanging in that booth. But the more you talked to them, the more comfortable you felt.
The moment you saw Wanda, you knew she was a sweet person. There was a light around her that was compelling, that called you without trying. But getting to know her was a full experience. The brunette was well educated, loved reading, she was the reason Natasha didn’t get a dog because she was more of a plant person and she volunteered in a music center by giving piano lessons for children that couldn’t afford them.
She was a true angel. Plus, you now were sure about her motherly energy.
Natasha, on the other hand, at first seemed like a little rigid. She teased, she flirted, but it was like Natasha was holding back. You saw the moment the redhead started easing up to you, how her body relaxed and her smile was more genuine.
She turned out to be hilarious, a goofy woman that loved pushing her wife’s buttons even when that got her in trouble, a huge protective energy and incredibly intelligent.
Natasha read you like an open book, every question she asked was precise as if she already knew the answer and wanted to confirm it. But it made sense, she ran her own security company, she needed to know how to read people. It was impressive nevertheless, because she was a software engineer and you always pictured people like that having a little more trouble when mingling.
Both were amazing and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be with them or be like them. Because together, they looked like a solid couple that knew each other better than they knew themselves.
Wanda would scrunch her nose when she didn’t understand a small thing and Natasha would be there explaining patiently to her wife in words that were more familiar to her. Natasha would tense up when a question took her by surprise and Wanda would caress her arm and lock her fingers with her wife’s.
And you wished you could be jealous, even if you didn’t know of who or what, but it wasn’t coming. Because they were also making sure to wrap you in their own bubble.
They listened to you when you talked about the real reason you were there and their eyes softened as if they were going through the same thing. Wanda asked about your work and listened carefully. Natasha asked about your goals and even offered to help if you were comfortable with.
You weren’t sure how they kept pulling you closer. Maybe it was the way Natasha kept ordering for you, not before checking in and asking if you needed something else. Maybe it was the way Wanda smiled at you softly when she noticed you were getting nervous and called you sweet names.
Both wrapped you in comfort and security. Drawing lines around you that they kept asking silently if you were okay with them crossing. Not pushing, only patience. And you weren’t sure where it was going, because they were taking their time, but you wouldn’t mind if it ended up with them being just friends. As long as you got to keep them by your side, it seemed worthy.
Then, Wanda made it very clear for you. Maybe it was the alcohol running through her veins, maybe it was her eagerness or maybe it was her impatience. But she made the effort to be transparent with you. No more dancing around.
“Has anyone told you how pretty you are?” Wanda asked with a flirty smirk, her chin resting on her fist as her other hand played with the straw of her drink.
Your cheeks started to burn. It wasn’t only the compliment, it was the way she was looking at you with hunger but mostly with genuine adoration.
They just met you. But just like you found them extremely alluring, they both were buzzing with need to have you in more ways they wanted to admit. Because the moment you sat down, it felt like a missing piece was found. The real one, not their fail attempts to fill the void.
You looked at Natasha, almost expecting her to scold her wife for being so bold. But the redhead was looking at you the same way as Wanda.
“I- well, I guess? I’m not sure” you stuttered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and giving a sip to what seemed to be your tenth drink “but that’s fine. Not a big fan of feeding my ego”
Wanda giggled, a sound that was enchanting like a siren voice and your heart skipped a beat.
“Pretty and cute. I think you should feed that ego” Wanda shrugged, leaning back and crossing her legs as she played with a lock of her hair “After all, it’s true. Don’t you think, Tasha?”
Your eyes landed on Natasha. A little nervous because her wife was blunt with you and you were afraid of flirting back. Not when you weren’t sure about their whole dynamic.
But Natasha hummed, green eyes twinkling with amusement and something you were afraid to name. The redhead leaned closer and her hand landed on your knee, her grin widened when you squeezed your legs together as her touch electrified your skin.
“Wanda is right, malyshka” Natasha smiled and gave you a gentle squeeze before leaning back and placed her other hand on Wanda’s thigh “Not only is she always right” Wanda hummed proudly and you giggled “but it’s true. You are really pretty” her eyes danced over your face, stopping on your lips before they kept going down and your skin started burning “cute” the redhead bit her lip and looked back to your eyes “hot, I would dare to say. And incredibly smart. We like smart, don’t we dorogaya?”
You looked at Wanda. The brunette was also checking you out, biting her index finger as her eyes roamed your body. They weren’t even assessing you. No, they were enjoying the view. Like admiring a painting they were ready to buy and hang to look pretty at their house.
You almost whimpered. Arousal pooling between your legs and your fingers twitching with need. You wanted to blame the alcohol for your horny state, but it was all their doing. Everything about them was a turn on and they hadn’t even touched you.
And your body buzz with excitement at the thought of they doing it because if they could do that much without their touch, what would happen when they did?
“Very much. It’s why a fell in love with you” Wanda looked at Natasha and they leaned closer. Closing the gap between them, lips locking in the steamiest kiss you had ever witnessed or had.
You bit your lip, moving your leg impatiently and tugging the hem of your dress. But then, everything stopped because a moan escaped your lips before you could even process it.
Natasha and Wanda broke the kiss, sharing a knowing look that you didn’t see because now you were downing the rest of your drink and fighting with the ice cubes as if they could cool down your burning cheeks.
“Everything okay, malyshka?” Natasha smirked, watching you try to merge with your glass and when it didn’t work you called over a waiter.
Your ears reddened, feeling the amused gazes of the women as you tried to order a drink. The waiter glanced at Natasha, as if he was asking permission since she had been ordering for you all night. The redhead nodded, her eyes barely leaving you and when you turned to look at them you started coughing.
“Easy there, sweetheart” Wanda said with faux worry and leaned to grab your hand. You nodded, clearing your throat and trying to smile at them “Well, Natasha asked you a question. Won’t you answer? It’s rude to ignore”
Wanda ignored the small pinch her wife gave her. The brunette’s eyes darkened with more hunger as you squirmed on your seat. You weren’t nervous. Well, not as much as you were turned on by her tone. It was deliberate and commanding. And when Natasha looked at you, she saw desire written all over your face.
“I- yes. Sorry” you managed to say and looked at Natasha “Everything is okay, Natasha. Thank you for asking” you glanced at Wanda for a moment, trying to see if she was pleased but when she didn’t move or say anything you looked back to Natasha “and sorry for ignoring you when you asked”
It should’ve been humiliating or that’s what you thought trying to make sense of the tingle in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t find in yourself to care about it. Not when your heart was seeking approval from them.
The redhead offered you a proud smile and nodded, but you almost moaned again when Wanda talked.
“Good girl. Such good manners” you held back a whimper as Wanda started playing with Natasha’s hair. You thanked the waiter for the drink and Wanda stopped him before he could leave “Perhaps we should close our tab, moya lyubov’”
But she wasn’t looking at Natasha, Wanda was looking at you and you choked mid-drink. You started coughing again and Wanda smiled with amusement.
“Yes, please. It’s time for us to go” Natasha said to the waiter and he nodded, excusing himself to get the receipt.
You took a deep breath and started to slide off the booth. Both women looked at you confused as you stood up and smiled at them, opening your small purse and searching for cash.
“I guess that’s my queue to leave. Thank you both for the lovely night” you said softly, pulling out some money and offering it to Natasha that looked at you like you just insulted her “It’s not much but I can’t let you pay for all my drinks” you explained, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your other hand trembled nervously as if the money felt heavy on your palm.
“That’s not necessary, it was my pleasure” Natasha smiled, her eyes now unreadable as she looked at you and you bit your lip.
You were too focused on her to notice when Wanda found her way out of the booth and stood next you. But the warmth of her hand startled you for a moment. You looked at her, her hand still tender over your arm as she caressed you and you eased up.
“We are not ready to let you go just yet” Wanda said softly, her eyes flicking for a second to your lips and she looked back at you when she caressed your cheek with the back of her fingers and you leaned into her touch without fully realising it “Such a pretty girl. So reacting”
Natasha appeared behind Wanda, arms instantly wrapped around her wife’s waist as she rested her chin over her shoulder and smiled at you.
“We were hoping for you to join us in our room” you looked at her in awe and for a moment, Natasha doubted herself but she forced herself to keep going “It’s okay if you don’t want to or you are uncomfortable. It’s just that booth is bad for my back and I’m sick of these clothes”
“I- I don’t want to impose myself” you stuttered, stepping back and regretting it when you lost Wanda’s touch “I’m sure you have more interesting things to do than entertain me” you forced a laugh but they both looked at you even more confused.
“Yeah, we have more interesting things to do with you” Wanda said closing the gap between you again and she grabbed your hand, giving you a gently squeeze and you relaxed “But if you don’t want to, we will understand”
“Just don’t leave because you think we don’t like you” Natasha added with a reassuring smile and you bit down your lip.
It was a bad idea. You started liking them way too much and that could only end badly. At least, that’s what you were trying to convince yourself about. But your mind was already lost in both pair of green eyes that held all the promises in the world and were ready to give you the universe if you asked. For a night, but it sounded worthy.
“Are you guys sure? I really don’t want to…”
“Don’t finish that sentence, malyshka” Natasha said a little more firmly, a tone that told you there was no room for argument “We are sure. What about you?”
“Yeah. Fine, let’s do it” you sighed and both smiled proudly, like using your words was all they need “Let me go tell my friends”
Wanda stopped you before you could walk, her grip more firm as a silent command and you couldn’t fully understand why your body kept reacting to every order they gave you. Their words told you were free, the commands were silent but not pushy but you weren’t so sure now you wanted that freedom. Your body wanted to follow commands, would your mind like that too?
“I’m sure you can text them, right?” Wanda said softly and you tilted your head slightly “My feet are killing me, sweetheart” she explained and you smiled shyly.
“Oh, yeah. Sure. I’ll text Luke” you said pulling out your phone and they smiled proudly again, making your heart fluttered with satisfaction.
“Well, I guess then we go now” Natasha said softly and hoisted Wanda in her arms and the brunette gasped “for your feet, dorogaya”
“Always my hero” Wanda pecked her lips and then winked at you “Lead the way, pretty girl”
Your breath hitched and your heart raced. But you started walking. If it ended in tears, you would gaslight yourself into thinking it was the alcohol’s fault.
(—)
Natasha and Wanda’s room was on the top floor. The one reserved for members. And when they opened the door to their suite, you wondered once again how rich they were.
They dressed, looked and talked expensive. Did they taste the same?
And maybe Natasha diminish her company, making it sound like it was a small business but standing at the entrance of that big room was telling you otherwise.
“Oh, sweetheart, apologies for the mess” Wanda said softly next to you once Natasha put her down “Natasha forgets to clean after herself”
Natasha snorted, already standing next to bed and picking the phone “Yeah, me. Because I wear these” she said amused, showing her wife a red thong and your cheeks flushed when Natasha winked at you “Yeah, good night. I would like to order room service?”
Wanda approached her wife and smacked her arm as Natasha played around when Wanda tried to snatch the thong out of her hands. It was impressive the way her voice didn’t waver while doing so, like nothing was going on even when her wife was threatening to kill her silently.
You giggled softly, not able to look away. And Wanda finally snatched the piece, although something told you Natasha let her win.
The brunette turned to look at you as her wife grinned behind her making you laugh a little, but Wanda’s stare made you stop and you pursed your lips. She approached you and your feet almost moved to close the gap, Wanda was faster though.
Her index finger curled beneath your chin and lifted it up. Your cheeks blushed as green eyes studied you carefully.
“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” her voice was dripping with sweetness. A trap wrapped in silk and you shook your head “Nothing? Hm, interesting”
You bit your lip nervously, playing with your fingers as you tried to look down but Wanda wasn’t letting you. The brunette was enjoying every delicious second of you squirming under her gaze.
And maybe now the alcohol was doing the trick because you could swore Wanda was leaning closer to you, her breath colliding against your face with a mix of cherry and vodka. Or maybe it was you the one that was being pulled closer, you couldn’t tell.
Your lips brushed against each other’s, you closed your eyes as your body buzzed with excitement and then Natasha broke the spell.
“Maximoff, leave her alone” Natasha said wrapping her arms around Wanda from behind.
For a second you were scared but when your eyes met the redhead’s she was amused and her eyes were darkened. She whispered something in Wanda’s ear, her eyes not daring to leave you and then it was Wanda’s turn to blush and bite her lower lip.
“Fine, I’ll behave” Wanda sighed finally and broke the embrace.
She started cleaning a little. It was true, the mess was hers but Natasha was the one to blame for that because she made it almost impossible for her wife to pick something when the redhead kept threatening her to rip it off her body.
The reason they were out was to get you out of their minds, to focus on each other and not the need of having you. And when you walked in, it was like a divine sign. Or at least that’s what Wanda said.
Natasha placed a tender hand over your hip and your breath hitched with the firmness of her touch. You wondered if she was always so gentle or if she was holding back to not scare you away.
“I hope you don’t mind” she started as her other hand cradled your jaw and you leaned into her touch. She offered you a soft smile even when you saw a flash of fear in her eyes for a moment “I ordered some drinks and food, you can’t have an empty stomach with all the alcohol you’ve been drinking” your cheeks were burning, you weren’t sure that was going away anytime soon. And you tried to look away but Natasha tutted “None of that, malyshka. Don’t hide from me, please”
Your heart melted. The softness of her voice made you want to hug her but you weren’t so sure. And your mind started running crazy, being flooded with unnecessary thoughts.
Why were they so sweet with you? Why putting this much effort into someone they just met? They had the perfect life, the perfect marriage and yet, they were showering with attention and care.
“Why me?” you whispered, your tongue betraying your mind and Natasha furrowed her brows as her eyes clouded with confusion “Why are you guys being so nice to me? We just met”
Natasha opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a knock on the door and she sighed, like the interruption really bothered her. You offered her half a smile and she looked at you with apologetic eyes when she had to let you go.
“Come sit, sweetheart” Wanda called you from behind and you walked towards the sofa, swallowing nervously as you sat down “You okay? Did Natasha say something? Romanoff!”
Natasha was walking behind a man as he pushed the small cart with food and drinks.
“What I do, dorogaya? I swear it wasn’t me” Natasha said softly, grinning at her wife that was glaring at her “Thank you, we will leave it outside when we are done”
The redhead tipped him and he left, but her wife was still watching her with her hands over her hips and Natasha chuckled nervously. Wanda was ready to lecture her.
“She didn’t- Natasha didn’t say anything wrong” you rushed to say when Wanda opened her mouth and both looked at you.
The brunette approached you and crouched before you, taking your hand in between hers and looked at you with soft eyes.
“Are you being honest, sweetheart?” Wanda asked trying to read your face and you nodded “Words, pretty girl”
“Yes, Wanda” you whispered, lost in her gaze and Wanda smiled.
She stood up and looked at Natasha, that just grinned triumphantly and Wanda rolled her eyes playfully.
“Saved by the cute girl” Wanda teased her wife and Natasha shrugged.
“What can I say? I’m a saint!”
Wanda hummed and Natasha sat in the sofa in front of you as her wife placed a glass before you and some snacks over the coffee table. Then she joined the redhead, curling beside her and resting her right elbow over the back of the sofa.
They went back to assess you, seeking any sign of discomfort as if they already knew your body language. And at that point you were almost sure. Both seemed to be able to read you so easily.
Natasha leaned forward, taking a sip of her drink and then resting her arms over her thighs. You swallowed and bit your lip.
“You asked why” Natasha said softly and Wanda tensed slightly. Without having to look at her wife, Natasha leaned back to place her hand over Wanda’s knee “Wanda and I have been together since what? High school, my love?”
“Officially, since college. But yeah” Wanda smiled softly at Natasha and looked back at you again, her smile still on her lips.
“We were best friends, then lovers. We got married” Natasha’s gaze was soft, like she was trying to tell you everything she couldn’t with her eyes “And I love her with all my heart as much as she loves me” they looked at each other, like their love never wavered but only got stronger. Wanda pecked her lips and whispered something before they looked back at you “But something was missing. Well, not something. Someone”
At that, Natasha tensed up. You saw the moment her eyes clouded and she straightened up, her hands leaving Wanda’s knee to fold her arms over her chest. She was shielding herself.
Instinctively, you moved to the edge of the sofa. Your body trying to reach her, to comfort her or to at least apologise for asking, for forcing her to say something she didn’t seem ready to say.
But Wanda shook her head subtly, smiling gratefully but asking you silently to give Natasha a moment. You nodded and sat back.
“We work perfectly, don’t we moya lyubov’?” Wanda smiled at her wife, her hand already rubbing circles over her thigh and Natasha relaxed and looked at Wanda “Everything is almost perfect” the brunette caressed her wife’s cheek.
“Almost” Natasha whispered and as much as you wanted to look away and give them space, you couldn’t. Natasha looked at you again “but we need balance in our lives, you know? Someone to keep us in check, to remind us to live before we get consumed with our own things” Wanda intertwined her fingers with Natasha and both smiled at you “Someone with enough power to make us feel more free”
Your lips parted as the silence stretched in the room. Your cheeks were flushed and you shifted nervously on your seat. The words were sinking in your bones. Feeling so right that it scared you, because the words sounded real.
No one could be that mean to lie, right? But given your list of exes, you couldn’t trust your own judgement. Still, your heart needed to believe.
“I don’t think I am that someone” you murmured and Natasha stood up “I’m flattered, really. You’ve been so sweet to me. You both are awesome but…”
The redhead sat next to you and your voice died down. Natasha caressed your cheek tenderly as your breath hitched, her thumb brushing your lower lip as her eyes followed her movements. And then she brushed your hair back.
“We think you are. Yeah, we just met but look at us” she said softly “You are an attraction force. You didn’t leave our minds all day and then we talked to you and you sound so collected” Natasha leaned closer and you bit your lip “I don’t think you even know it. But if you are not comfortable, you can leave. We just needed you to know”
Your heart was drumming in your ears, your cheeks were burning but your mind went completely silent. Natasha’s eyes were twinkling with sincerity, a little fear and like she just opened her heart to you. So you did what you’ve been wanting to do all fucking night.
You kissed her.
At first, she flinched a little as her muscles stiffened. But when her mind finally realised what was happening, her lips started moving. Natasha was careful, her plumped lips softer than you imagined and gentler. She tasted like vodka and lime. But mostly, she tasted like a promise.
You whimpered, trying to deepened the kiss and Natasha pulled back. She smiled softly and shook her head, brushing your nose with hers.
“Not yet, malyshka. You are going to get me killed” she chuckled and you furrowed your brows.
“Killed? What do-“
A small tap on your shoulder cut you off, your cheeks heating up even more when you remembered the brunette. You turned to look at her, swallowing nervously and an apology already on the tip of your tongue but she raised a brow.
“If you dare to apologise, you will regret it” Wanda said firmly, sitting next to you and tapping her thigh “Come here, sweetheart”
Your mouth ran dry and you glanced at Natasha, that gave you a small nod and a reassuring smile. You straddled Wanda’s lap and her hands grabbed your hips, keeping you steady.
She leaned closer. Lips brushing your neck as she inhaled your scent. You smelled like coconut, summer breeze and dreams. You held back a moan when she placed a soft kiss on your jaw, your fingers locking on her shoulders trying to ground you and she smiled.
“You are so damn beautiful. Less than a day knowing you and our lives already shine” she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “You are perfect, sweetheart”
Before you could reply, before you could even think of denying her words, her lips captured yours. Wanda was a little rougher, impatient, but gentle all at once. Her tongue outlined your lower lip and you followed her silent order, opening your mouth.
Her tongue was on a mission, like she was trying to memorise every inch of you and her grip tightened on your hips. You moaned against her lips, your hips grinding against hers when she bit your lower lip, tugging it playfully and she smirked when you grunted.
“Such an impatient pretty girl” Wanda teased you and pecked your lips again “Did you eat something before going to the bar or were you planning on getting wasted?”
You looked at her in awe. Her tone firm but sweet, another trap wrapped in silk. One you would’ve run straight into if Natasha didn’t stop you.
“I wouldn’t lie if I were you, malyshka” Natasha said amused, leaning closer to you “She smells the lies from miles away”
Wanda hummed in agreement and you bit your lower lip, slightly distracted by Natasha’s fingers over your thigh.
“I- I didn’t” you admitted shyly “But I’m not hungry, I swear”
Wanda squinted her eyes, making you squirm over her and Natasha laughed.
“Maximoff, leave her alone. If she wants to eat, she will do it” Natasha smirked and Wanda pouted, looking at her wife “No, you won’t get away with everything you want”
“But she will need energy” Wanda defended herself and you gasped, making both look at you “unless you don’t want to…”
You leaned and kissed her again. You couldn’t trust yourself with talking. Not when they looked at you like they just found a treasure or how cute Wanda looked when she pouted. And the way she melted under your arms just fuelled your need of her.
You broke the kiss when Natasha huffed and when you turned to look at her, she was pouting like a child. You smirked amused as Wanda giggled and kissed your neck.
“What?” you asked wearing a cocky smirk. One that disappeared when Natasha stood up.
The redhead was taller than you, but you could almost feel the power radiating from her. She looked bigger, imposing, like she could ruin you if she just snapped her fingers.
It was her turn to smirk, sending a shiver down your spine and you almost squeaked. But Wanda started licking your neck and you whimpered when Natasha leaned.
“Not so cocky now, are we?” Natasha whispered and you bit down your lip “You are really lucky it’s our first night, malyshka. Really lucky”
It wasn’t a threat. She wasn’t warning you either. No, her words were a fucking promise. And instead of fearing her, you wanted to challenge her. You needed to see how far it could go.
Your brain wasn’t fully understanding how two women you just met, had total power over you. They weren’t forcing you, they weren’t pushing you. They kept giving you options and as free as you could feel, you didn’t want it. You wanted to be theirs.
It was the type of power that came with a lot of promises. The one that just asked for trust and care in return. Because Natasha and Wanda had some power over you. But you? You were the powerful one in that room. They would give you the universe if you just asked. All you had to do in return was trusting them. You had to give them the room to ruin you in all the right ways and they would be yours forever.
“Sweetheart, breathe” Wanda whispered in your ear and you realised your heart was racing, threatening you to jump out of your chest. You took a deep breath and looked at her “Good girl. Now be nice to daddy and apologise for making fun of her”
You moaned at the title. Your cheeks flushing when your eyes met Natasha’s. The redhead was grinning, green eyes daring you to not follow Wanda’s order. But you wouldn’t dare even if you wanted to.
“Sorry, Nat-“ Wanda pinched your side and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red “Sorry, daddy”
“Such an obedient plaything” Natasha said proudly.
Her fingers locked around your chin. A firm and steady grip that made you moan again as she leaned and kissed you. The first kiss was gentle and caring, this one felt like a claim.
Natasha kissed you like she was marking you, owning you and at the same time she was giving herself to you. Your head felt hazy. Your body craving them as if their lips over you weren’t enough.
Your fingers tugged Wanda’s hair when she bit your neck and the moment you moaned, Natasha’s tongue swirled with yours. It was like a practice dance. As if both knew all the right spots in your body, all the right things to do and say.
And it clicked.
You broke the kiss, panting and pushing Wanda away gently. Both looked at you confused and you tried to collect your thoughts before talking because you could potentially ruin your night.
“I’m not the first one, am I?” you asked carefully, watching the moment they shared a look and then went back to you “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I’m sorry if I overstepped”
“Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t” Wanda cradled your jaw and gave you a sad smile “I wish I could tell you, you are the first one but you are right, you aren’t”
“But you are the one we want” Natasha added and smiled “and before you dare to say again we just met, sometimes you just know. We can’t name what it is, but we know we want you”
Your heart fluttered “What happened to…”
“That’s a story for another day, sweetheart. Why don’t we move this party somewhere more comfortable, hm?”
Wanda looked at Natasha and her wife nodded. You gasped when the redhead hoisted you over her shoulder, she was way too strong. She handled you with ease and care, putting you down on the bed and smiling like she just grabbed a pillow.
“Do you want us to stop?” Natasha asked softly and you shook your head “Remember what mommy told you, malyshka. Use your words”
You whimpered “No, daddy. I don’t want to stop”
“Good girl” Natasha smiled proudly.
Wanda knelt behind you as Natasha crouched and started taking off your heels. Wanda unzipped your dress slowly, tossing your hair aside and she kissed your shoulder blades. Natasha started kissing your legs and your mind didn’t know where to focus as Wanda pulled your dress down slowly.
The experience was something you had never felt. They were acting with so much care, making you feel safe. As if they were unwrapping a gift and wanted to engrave the experience in their minds.
The redhead helped her wife taking off your dress and both moaned at the sight of your body. Black lingerie covering your body and you couldn’t find in yourself to feel shy. Not when they were looking at you like you were a masterpiece.
“If you want to stop, you will say so. Understood?” Wanda whispered in your ear, tilting your head to the side and kissing your neck.
“Yes, mommy”
The praise came as a moan. Your words igniting Wanda’s skin as you used the right title. The brunette started sucking on your neck and you grunted. And when you looked down, Natasha was already kissing your thighs.
Both were marking you, their hands caressing your body like you were made of glass. As if you could break underneath them if they were rougher with you.
Your knees opened when Natasha moved up and she smirked. Your body was already reacting on its own. Your mind was silent, trying to remember every kiss, every movement, every sound they were making.
Your breath faltered when Natasha stopped in your covered cunt. She inhaled your scent, whimpering as her mind tried to decide what to do. And when she placed a chaste kiss and moved to your abdomen, you grunted.
Wanda unhooked your bra, throwing it somewhere around the floor and you tossed your head back when she cupped your breasts. You hid your face in the crook of her neck, kissing her as she pinched your nipples.
And you moaned, feeling Natasha’s tongue over your skin as Wanda’s hands worked over your chest. Your teeth sank in her skin and the brunette growled when you started sucking.
Your hips bucked up when Wanda’s fingers were replaced with Natasha’s mouth. Her tongue swirling over your harden nipple and her lips popping when she let you go.
The redhead continued to mark you, bruises appearing over your skin as a statement. When her knee pressed against your cunt you moaned and started grinding to ease the tension.
“Easy, malyshka” Natasha whispered in your ear “We are getting there”
Then you whined when they stopped touching you. Both kissing over you as you looked up. They were rough, you could almost feel the power battle that was taking place over you.
Your fingers hooked in Natasha’s pants and the redhead broke the kiss to looked down on you with curious eyes. You smiled innocently.
“Too much clothes, daddy”
Wanda chuckled as Natasha smirked with amusement and they shared a loving look, checking on each other before they kept going. The brunette pecked her wife’s lips and said something in russian.
Their attention was back on you. Moving around you with ease and Natasha made you stand up. You tripped and she caught you. Your heart melted when you heard a soft ‘I got you’ that felt like an oath.
“Who do you want to undress first, little one?” Wanda asked softly and you bit your lip.
Your eyes danced in between them. Your ears ringing as you tried to decide and when your breath hitched, the brunette’s hand wrapped around your wrist. You looked at her and she smiled reassuringly.
“Perhaps our cute girl shouldn’t choose” Natasha suggested tenderly and your cheeks flushed. Her finger traced your collarbone and she smiled “it’s a huge decision, isn’t it malyshka?” you moaned at her tone. Natasha was stripping you from your freedom, the one that came with consequences and a lot of anxiety “Mommy and daddy will do it for you. Sit and watch”
You nodded and sat at the edge of the bed. Your eyes fixed on them as they helped each other out of their clothes. Their movements deliberate, their eyes glancing at you every now and then with smiles that reached their eyes.
Wanda turned around. Natasha unzipped Wanda’s dress and her tongue traced her wife’s spine. You weren’t sure if Wanda moaned or if it was you. You clasped your legs to get some relief.
But your underwear was ruined when Wanda knelt before Natasha. It was one hell of a sight as the brunette looked up to her wife and took off her pants. You whimpered when Natasha stepped out of her pants and took off her shirt.
Both were goddesses. Your eyes were trying to decide where to focus. Natasha’s toned abdomen was calling you but Wanda’s long legs were alluring. You needed them both, not sure if you needed them to touch you or you needed to touch them.
As if they could read your thoughts, they approached you. Standing before you with softened eyes, giving you silent permission to touch.
You swallowed, not ready to pick between them without feeling you were failing them. Wanda smiled at you knowingly and looked at her wife.
“Dibs” Wanda said triumphantly and you looked at them confused as Natasha chuckled.
“No, you can’t call dibs. She gets to do it” Natasha said amused and you tilted your head with curiosity “Mommy wants to pick who goes first. Do you want her to pick, malyshka?”
You giggled softly and nodded “Yes, daddy” you looked at Wanda and grinned “You pick, mommy”
The brunette caressed your cheek and smiled proudly. She leaned to peck your lips, leaving a dreamy look in your eyes.
“Our perfect girl” she praised you and you smiled “Tasha, sit on the bed”
Natasha huffed but complied, she knew better than to piss off her wife by not following orders. The redhead sat next to you with a grin and you giggled when she winked at you.
“If you piss mommy off, I will let you cum sooner than later” Natasha teased and you gasped but Wanda smacked her thigh.
“Do not give her ideas” Wanda scolded and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “Sweetheart come here, kneel before daddy”
You did as told, eagerly. And Natasha moaned at the sight of you as you looked at her with doe eyes that twinkled with excitement.
Wanda knelt behind you, kissing your neck and then your shoulder. She pressed her chest against your back and you moaned when she nip your earlobe.
“Daddy is so beautiful, isn’t she?” Wanda purred and you nodded “Do you want to touch, little one?”
“Yes, mommy, please”
Wanda hummed proudly and took your hand. She showed you the way, your fingers caressing her legs tenderly. Natasha rested her body over her elbows, tossing her head back when your hand reached her thigh.
“She will never say it out loud, but she loves being worshipped” Wanda murmured and you whimpered as she guided your fingers over Natasha’s clothed cunt “Natasha acts all tough and powerful, but she is a golden retriever in disguise. A woman that needs to be taken care of” your thumb pressed against her clit and Natasha moaned, a sound so heavenly that you thought you could come just by hearing it “Show her how much you want her, sweetheart. Make daddy feel good”
Natasha gasped when your arms hooked around her legs and you pulled her closer with strength you didn’t know you had. And your body moved with a mission in mind.
The redhead watched you licked her abdomen, sucking and marking her. Her body was perfect, museum worthy. Wanda helped you unhooked her bra and you sucked her right breast first and then the left one.
Natasha’s breath hitched as you kept leaving bruises over her body. She didn’t like love bites, at least not that much unless Wanda was doing it to prove a point. But with you doing the job, looking at her like you’ve been dying to taste her and own her, Natasha knew she was fucked.
Maybe you weren’t their first addition to their marriage. They’ve tried multiple times and as much as they gave themselves up, it never reached that point. Not because they didn’t want to. It was because they never felt ready.
It could be the alcohol in her veins or her foggy mind. But instead of wanting to stop you from keep bruising her, she pulled you closer.
Wanda took in the image, noticing the way Natasha was letting you step into a territory she barely unlocked. The way her wife was holding you close as she unravelled under your touch. And she smiled because as much as the three of you felt like something that could vanish as soon as the sun came up, Wanda knew it wouldn’t happen.
They just found you. They wouldn’t let you go any time soon.
Not when Natasha felt so safe. Not when Wanda’s body buzzed with excitement and need she had never felt with anyone but Natasha. Not when you were so obedient, so eager, so fucking perfect.
Your tongue traced a line down her body. Your fingers hooked on the waistband of her underwear as you asked silently for permission and Natasha nodded, biting her lip as she watched you undress her.
You moaned at the sight of her slick. You leaned and kissed her thighs tenderly. And when your lips met her cunt, you both moaned.
“Take your time, sweetheart” Wanda cooed, her hand snaked between your legs. You whimpered when she tossed aside your underwear “I got you”
You swirled your tongue over Natasha’s clit, moaning at the taste and Wanda pressed her thumb against yours. You ran down your tongue making Natasha buck her hips up. And when your thumb rubbed circles over her clit as your tongue entered her, Natasha tossed her head back with a loud moan.
Your movements started gentle, slow, almost afraid of rushing things. But then your hunger came out to play, drunk on her taste and her moans. The way her fingers twitched next to your face trying to restrain herself from tugging your hair.
And your mind was hazy, moaning against her cunt as Wanda’s fingers worked between your legs. You whimpered when she pushed two fingers inside of you, your knees spreading a little more to give her more space to work and Wanda hummed satisfied.
The three of you were moving in sync. Wanda’s lips marking your back as she pumped her fingers, you eating Natasha out like she was the last meal on earth and the redhead finally broke and tugged your hair, guiding you as she bucked her hips up, grinding her hips against your face.
“Fuck, malyshka” Natasha whimpered, forcing herself to watch you and when she met your eyes she moaned louder “You look so perfect like this. I’m almost jealous, thinking your tongue worked on someone else” you grunted and Wanda fastened her movements, a possessive rhythm took over with Natasha’s words “Yes, baby, just like that. Don’t stop”
You pushed your hips back, trying to get Wanda to move faster. And she complied, her mind deciding she couldn’t wait for you to come around her fingers.
Natasha tugged your hair again and you whimpered, your eyes fixed on hers and you sucked on her clit and she moaned, not only at the sensation but at the way you were looking at her.
“I’m so close, please don’t stop” Natasha begged, feeling her abdomen tightened and her knees clasped in your head “Fuck”
Wanda licked your shoulder and smirked “You will come when she does, sweetheart. So it’s up to you”
Your eyes rolled back, your walls clenching around Wanda and your abdomen tightened as you tried to wait. And Natasha came moaning your name. She collapsed against the bed as you slowed your movements, your chin dripping with drool and her arousal as Wanda kept you in place.
“You made her a mess, sweetheart” Wanda whispered and you pressed your right cheek on Natasha’s thigh, moaning as Wanda kept pumping her fingers and her thumb rubbed circles on your clit “Mommy is so proud of you, little one. You are such a good girl. Cum, baby, claim your reward”
Your back arched against her chest, your head leaning on her shoulder and Wanda sucked on your neck as you came around her fingers. Your desperate moans filled the room and Natasha straightened up, watching the way your body trembled against Wanda’s.
The brunette slowed her movements and she captured your lips with hers, tasting her wife and moaning against your mouth. You bit her lip harshly and she whimpered. And she broke the kiss when she pulled out her fingers as you grunted.
You watched her lick her thumb clean, her eyes fixed on you for a moment before looking at Natasha. The redhead understood the command, leaning closer with her mouth opened as Wanda pushed her fingers in.
Natasha looked at you as she sucked her wife’s fingers, tasting you and moaned. You watched her mesmerised, noticing the way her eyes rolled back when Wanda pressed her fingers down her tongue. Natasha’s lips popped when Wanda pulled out her fingers and smiled.
“You taste better than I imagined, malyshka” your cheeks flushed and she signalled you to get closer “And that pretty mouth does wonders, mommy will love it” her knuckles caressed your cheek “Our perfect girl”
Natasha kissed you tenderly, your skin flushed and your heart racing. You were sure you could never get tired of her lips. The way she kissed you was charged with something you couldn’t name but it sat right on your bones.
Wanda stood up, leaving you both as you made out. Your body hovered Natasha’s as you climbed the bed and her hands squeezed your ass making you moan. You only broke the kiss when your lungs started burning needing more air and you smiled at Natasha.
“You are perfect too, daddy” you leaned and kissed her neck “So perfect”
Natasha grunted as you sucked on her neck, her hand slapping your ass and made you moan. The redhead tugged your underwear, contemplating ripping it off and the consequences. But it lasted one moment before she did it anyway and you gasped.
“I’ll buy a new pair, don’t worry” she grinned and you giggled.
Natasha’s heart skipped a beat, founding you extremely cute. It was a balance, silly things during an intimate moment that warmed her heart. Someone that didn’t expect her to be cold and heartless but actually enjoyed her goofy self.
“Tasha!” Wanda gasped and you both turned to look at her “It was such a nice piece. Why you do it, moya lyubov’?”
“My hands have mind of their own” Natasha grinned and Wanda chuckled “I see you brought the big guns”
In that moment, you noticed the strap on her hands and you gasped. Wanda looked at you amused, approaching you as if you were her prey. The small break was over because it was Wanda’s turn and Natasha was going to show you the right way to treat her wife.
“You are so tight, sweetheart. I think you deserve to be stretch out” you moaned as she brushed your lips with the tip of the toy “Sadly, it won’t be me doing it. Daddy doesn’t like to share her toys” she pouted and Natasha chuckled under you.
“Malyshka, sit closer to the headboard. I’ll show you how to treat mommy, hm?” Natasha instructed and you looked at her “And since it’s our grand opening night, I will let you enjoy the show as you please”
Natasha winked at you and you growled at her words. You moved around the bed, following her orders and the redhead gave you a proud smile that only increased your arousal.
You took off what was left of your underwear and tossed it away, your body getting comfortable between the pillows as you watched them carefully.
Natasha went back to her powerful state. Imposing and commanding as she watched her wife putting the strap in place around her hips. The redhead told her something in russian and Wanda grunted, stripping off her underwear and kneeling before Natasha.
It was hard to tell which one held the power over the other. They both seemed to share but in that moment, the picture was clear.
Wanda looked at her wife with devotion. Letting Natasha handle her as she pleased. Focusing on her and not daring to look away, not even when the brunette wanted so bad to watch you.
And as easy as it looked, the only reason Wanda bent to her wife’s wishes was because she loved Natasha dearly. Enough to give up her own power, enough to show the redhead she was hers too.
Natasha looked at you and you moaned. They looked perfect, delicious, you couldn’t even feel left out because they were letting you watch their interaction. It was hot the way they surrendered to each other, their love an intoxicating force that not everyone could see fully. Not like this. But you were lucky by just witnessing.
“Mommy’s tongue ran a little earlier, don’t you think?” Natasha smirked and looked down to her wife “Telling our perfect girl how much I love being worshipped, how soft I can be, how to hold power over me” you and Wanda moaned. Natasha’s smirk widened and she turned to you “I’ll pay back the favour. Here’s the secret, malyshka” her hand grabbed the toy and she brushed it against Wanda’s lips. Her wife opened her mouth and Natasha pushed it gently “Mommy looks so collected, so expensive, you wouldn’t even dare to think how much of a slut she is” your hand landed between your legs as Wanda bobbed her head “She walks around the world pretending she doesn’t like to serve, to please, but her inner slut always comes out to play in the bed. Isn’t that right, my love?”
Wanda and you moaned. The brunette’s mouth stuffed with the toy as your fingers played with your clit. Natasha looked so powerful like that, holding your attention and your needs. Knowing what to say and when to say it. A side of her that she always showed; composed, in control, intimidating and powerful.
Because her goofy self was for those that were close to her. She couldn’t be nice to everyone, it wasn’t in her nature to trust any stranger and yet, she trusted you. Natasha was willing to let you see every part of herself.
“Malyshka, be a dear and toss me a pillow” Natasha asked gently and you moved to complied. She smiled gratefully and dropped the pillow before Wanda “Come on, my love. Put on a show for our girl. Ride it as you suck my cock”
Wanda whimpered, her hands grabbing the pillow and putting it underneath her. Her head kept bobbing on the toy, the tip meeting the back of her throat as Natasha tugged her hair.
It was also hard for Wanda to show that side of her. Because Natasha’s words were true; the brunette walked around the world with all the confidence she had. Every inch of herself screamed power and she loved it.
Wanda loved the control, her ability to solve everything as if the world depended on her and the power all of it gave her. But when Natasha stripped her out of her power, Wanda also found a way to breathe.
She wouldn’t say it out loud, she would deny it if asked, but there was something about giving her power up for the woman she loved the most that was thrilling. But she felt vulnerable.
Her power shielded her from the outside. None of their exes had ever witnessed the power exchange between them because Wanda couldn’t let them see that side of her, the one that could break if handled poorly.
However, you were there. Touching yourself at the sight of her sucking the strap and humping the pillow and instead of seeing someone easy to destroy, you still looked at her like her power was never gone.
No, Wanda still had power over you. She wasn’t vulnerable. Wanda didn’t feel the ache in her chest or her usual fear igniting inside of her. She was free, holding everything and letting it go all at once.
Natasha fucked her wife’s mouth as if she could just come by the sight. You pumped two fingers inside you as you applied pressure on your clit. And Wanda was humping the pillow like it could save her.
“Seems like our girl is liking the show, Wands” Natasha grinned at you, her fingers tugging the brunette’s hair and you moaned when Wanda choked on the strap “Who would’ve thought? You are a slut just like mommy, hm?”
You whimpered, curling your fingers inside as Natasha paid attention to both of you. You were part of the show, they were letting you in and it felt like your body was on fire.
The gagging nosies Wanda was making were driving you to the edge. Her neck was flushed and you could see drool dripping. But what almost broke you was the moment you saw a tear rolling down her cheek.
You wished you were Natasha in that moment. The sight of Wanda from above was heavenly. A sight that shattered the powerful image of the brunette, the same woman that commanded you with a single look.
You moaned louder, your hips bucking up trying to reach your high and Natasha looked at you with a smirk. She pulled out the toy and Wanda coughed trying to regulate her breathing. The redhead crouched before her wife and grabbed her chin.
“Keep moving, Wands” she ordered and Wanda whimpered, hands steadying herself over the floor as she was grinding her hips “But look at her. Look how much she loved watching you being a slut for me” Wanda’s eyes met yours and you both moaned, your abdomen tightened and you tossed your head back as you came around your fingers “I wish I could take the credit, my love. But you did that, don’t you love it? Someone finally matched your slutty ass”
And with that Wanda fell apart, her orgasm crashing over her bones. Natasha’s words landing in all the right ways. And when you finally regained yourself back, you crawled over the bed. You laid down over your chest and reached for Wanda, the brunette moaning your name like a prayer as she slowed down her movements with her eyes closed.
Your eyes met hers when she finally opened them. Panting with her cheeks flushed like she just realised how much of herself she let go and afraid that you would think less of her. But when you cradled her jaw and caressed her cheek with your thumb, Wanda leaned into your touch.
“Thank you, mommy” you whispered “you looked amazing”
Natasha smiled softly, watching the interaction as her heart raced. You were giving them all they needed, all they craved and you didn’t even know. They cracked open before you and you weren’t judging, you were following them.
Wanda leaned and kissed you, a tender kiss that said more than she could trust her own words to tell. A silent thank you and at the same time, she was holding onto you like you could save her.
Then she broke the kiss and reached for your hand, sucking the fingers you were using to touch yourself and you moaned when her eyes never left yours. There was something more than hunger in them, something that screamed ‘see me as much as I see you’.
“You really are perfect” Wanda whispered after she let go of your fingers “Now, let mommy and daddy take care of you”
“I just had two-“
“It’s really not about how many times, malyshka” Natasha explained and you looked at her confused “Lay on your back and let us have you, yes?”
“Yes, daddy”
“Such a good girl you are” she pecked your lips.
You laid on your back and Wanda hovered your body, not before leaving bruises over your abdomen like Natasha did earlier. She was claiming you too, marking you as a shared possession with her wife. And when she finally was face to face with you, Wanda smirked.
Her hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath faltered. You bit your lip, nodding slightly as she squeezed a little more testing the limit. But Natasha and Wanda made a promise, they wouldn’t push too far that night.
They needed to try, to see how comfortable you were around them, how much of yourself you were willing to give. For them it wasn’t physical, it never was. They saw you, they wanted you, they talked to you and realised they needed you.
Love a first sight was for fairytales, but you looked like the one that could finally break them and glue them all at once. You were perfect in more than one way, you just had to believe it. And they were ready to make you see it.
“I want to try that pretty mouth of yours, is that okay little one?” Wanda whispered, brushing her lips against yours and then tracing your cheek with her nose as she inhaled your scent.
“Please, mommy” you murmured, closing your eyes as you felt Natasha’s hands over your thighs.
Wanda took a moment to admire you. You looked so eager, so innocent, so… breakable. But you were trusting them, she could feel it. Her fingers brushed your hair and your eyes fluttered open, meeting hers with a soft twinkle.
“If you could only see what we do” Wanda said softly, smiling as she brushed her lips against yours “We waited for you for so long, sweetheart. This will work out, I promise” she kissed you again and your hands held the back of her neck trying to pull her closer. Wanda broke the kiss and you grunted “Easy. The night is still young” she pecked your forehead “Now, if you make mommy cum, daddy will let you cum” she leaned closer to your ear “but I’m not like daddy, I don’t like sloppy work” she purred.
You nodded eagerly and she hummed, hovering your face and you moaned at the sight of her glistening cunt. She smelled delicious. Just like Natasha, she smelled like paradise. An expensive paradise.
“Okay, malyshka. You better make mommy cum. Tap her thigh if you need us to stop” Natasha said spreading your legs and you whimpered when Wanda lowered herself over your mouth and the redhead spit on your cunt.
Your lips sucked on Wanda’s clit and the brunette had to steady herself with the headboard. And you moaned against her cunt when you felt the tip of the toy in your entrance.
Your movements faltered as Natasha pushed inch by inch of the toy inside and Wanda grunted, getting impatient and started riding your face. You matched her pace once that Natasha bottomed out, grunting against Wanda when the redhead started moving.
Your head felt foggy. Overwhelmed by the sensation of both women over you. Their noises driving you to the edge. Wanda was moaning louder over you as your fingers dug into her skin and Natasha was whimpering, hypnotised by the way the toy disappeared inside of you.
And your back arched when her thumb pressed over your clit and Wanda’s movements turned erratic, her slick covering your face as she used you just like she used that pillow.
Soon the brunette came, legs pressed against your head as she shuddered above you. Wanda was sure she had never came that fast, not even Natasha had made her.
She moved after a few minutes, letting you breathe and moving your body so she could hold you from behind. You buried your face in her inner thigh, your hands holding her legs as Natasha hovered your body.
The redhead was focused, whimpering as she pounded her hips against yours. Your legs wrapped around her hips and both moaned when Natasha kissed your neck.
“You are so perfect, malyshka. So tight” she breathed out in your neck and you whimpered “We are not letting you go”
Natasha looked at you, green eyes as darkened as yours. You tried to talk but only a moan came out and Natasha smirked. Wanda caressed your hair, soft fingers grounding you while Natasha shattered your world.
“Do you like when daddy fucks you, sweetheart?” you looked up and Wanda’s eyes were fixed on you, engraving in her mind every feature of your face as it contorted with pleasure.
You nodded and sank your teeth in her thigh when Natasha got rougher. You needed them everywhere, you didn’t want the night to end. And when Wanda started rubbing your clit, you screamed with pleasure.
“Daddy, mommy, please” you whined, feeling so close again and Natasha grunted “I’m so close, don’t stop please”
But the redhead stopped, she pulled out and you mewled. Wanda shushed you as Natasha flipped you, raising your hips and pushing the toy inside again.
Her hands landed in between your shoulder blades and she pushed you down. Wanda’s hand tugged your hair as Natasha started grinding her hips faster, erratic, with her fingers between your legs.
“Come, detka. Show me how much you love daddy’s cock” Natasha whimpered and your knuckles turned white as you fisted the sheets.
And you came, not sure of what you screamed but your orgasm came down like a crashing wave. You whined when Natasha didn’t slow down, she went faster and rougher. Her fingers working over your sensitive clit and your nails started digging into Wanda’s thigh like she could save you.
“Tasha, I think-“
“No” Natasha grunted, looking at Wanda with hungry and possessive eyes “She can take it, right malyshka?” you moaned and Natasha pulled you up, pressing your back against her chest and bit your neck.
Your eyes met Wanda’s and the brunette searched for any sign of discomfort but when your eyes rolled back with pleasure, she knew you were okay.
She knelt before you, biting the other side of your neck. Both were marking you, claiming you and your mind was one step away of crashing. It didn’t take that long for you to come again, one hand tugging Wanda’s hair and the other one tugging Natasha’s.
And the redhead slowed down, but she wasn’t ready to pull out. Neither Natasha or Wanda were actually ready to give you a break. Not when the last orgasm was possessive, claiming and promising.
And you didn’t want to let them go either.
(—)
At some point that night and after watching them come undone under your touch, you had a break. Regretting not listening to Wanda about the food when your stomach roared with hunger.
But you were sore, your body slumped over their bed with sheets covering you slightly. You looked like a fucking masterpiece, covered in love bites all over. Sweat glistening your skin and your head hazy.
“Don’t sleep yet, sweetheart. It’s time to eat before bed” Wanda said softly, lifting your body and holding you in between her arms as you hid your face in the crook of her neck. You whined “None of that, pretty girl. You need to hydrate and eat”
“Mommy, please” you pouted and Wanda giggled, brushing your hair “Sleep now”
“She’s a little brat” Natasha grinned, straddling your lap and offering you a water bottle “Come on, malyshka, don’t get on mommy’s bad side”
You grunted but straightened up, drinking as Natasha held the bottle. Then she turned and held a club sandwich before you and you pouted again. The redhead chuckled but you sighed, reaching for a fry but Wanda smacked your hand.
“Sandwich first” Wanda ordered and you rolled your eyes, Natasha held back a grin.
“Daddy is more fun” you groaned and took a small bite of the sandwich as Natasha bit a fry and wiggled her brows, amused.
“You say that now, until she is the one mad” Wanda whispered in your ear and nip your earlobe “And if you keep being a brat, I’ll show you the real deal”
Natasha laughed and fed you a fry, then she offered her wife a bite of sandwich and Wanda looked at her gratefully.
“She’s right, I’m more fun” Natasha teased her wife, shrugging and biting another bite.
Wanda glared at her but you giggled. They kept bantering as you ate. And your eyes wandered over their bodies, they were as bruised as you. Not once did they stop you. They let you claim them as well and that made your heart flutter.
When the brunette was satisfied, Natasha cleaned up and Wanda moved to cuddle you. She pecked your lips and then peppered kisses all over your face making you giggle. And when she smiled at you, your breath hitched.
“Thank you for trusting us, sweetheart” she whispered and nudged your nose with hers “You did good”
“Thank you, mommy” you murmured and pecked her lips again.
Natasha laid behind you, covering Wanda’s body with the sheets and then hers. Her arm wrapped around your hips and pulled you closer, leaving a kiss behind your ear.
“Let’s rest, malyshka. Tomorrow we can talk about everything” she whispered and you nodded.
And they kept whispering sweet praises until you fell asleep. Natasha looked at Wanda one last time, a silent conversation being held over your sleeping body. They kissed softly and went back to nestle your body between theirs.
You were perfect. And they would make sure you knew it.
(—)
You slid out of the bed, careful not to wake them up. And when you stood up, you tripped a little, gasping.
The only thing you could blame the alcohol for was your damn headache. But every decision that night was yours and your heart wanted to believe everything was true and not just a dream.
You bit your lip. No, you wouldn’t ruin this for yourself with insecurities. You couldn’t when they were so sweet before, during and after everything. And if it was a lie, then they would have to tell you themselves.
Your phone started ringing and you jumped a little, running and trying to answer before waking them up. You tripped with the sofa, grunting as you reached for your purse and when you turned around, Wanda was already looking at you, leaning back on the headboard as you answered.
“Dude, where the fuck are you?” Luke’s voice was on the other end and Wanda beckoned you and your body moved on its own, you could swear on that.
“I’m a little… busy” you said softly and Wanda raised a brow with amusement “Why? What do you want?”
“Breakfast? Open the door, I’ve been knocking” your best friend groaned as you crawled over the bed and sat on Wanda’s lap.
And if Wanda’s mood wasn’t enough to prove you they were planning on keeping you, her lips sure did because they found their way to your neck soon enough.
“I’m not there, vipes” you bit your lip as Wanda licked your throat “But I’ll meet you at the restaurant”
Wanda slapped your ass and you held back a moan, looking at her confused and she started shaking her head. Making you furrow your brows.
“What do you mean you are not here? Oh wait!” he started laughing but you couldn’t snap at him, not when Wanda kept roaming your body with her hands “You still with them? Naughty girl!”
“I’m not telling you shit” you smirked but it faded away when Wanda mouthed ‘language’, you rolled your eyes and she slapped your ass again making you whine.
“Dude, you okay?”
“Yeah, I just tripped” you lied and Wanda giggled, pecking your lips “Anyway, see you at breakfast like in…” you looked at the screen but Wanda blocked your view and you frowned “Yes, Wanda?”
“You are not leaving” she sentenced and you looked at her in awe.
“But I’m hungry” you pouted and heard Luke screaming on the phone “Lucas, give me a minute. Shut up!”
Wanda grabbed your pillow and punched Natasha with it, her wife groaned and grabbed the pillow by the third time. She glared at her wife and you held back a smirk.
“What?” Natasha grunted, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Then her eyes found you and she squinted “Why is your phone in your hand, malyshka?”
“She’s trying to leave” Wanda replied and your jaw dropped, you grabbed the pillow from Natasha’s hand and punched her with it “Watch it, little one”
“That’s not- I’m not trying to leave, I swear” you looked at Natasha “I’m just hungry” Luke shouted your name again and you groaned “Luke, I said shut the fuck up! Give me another…”
“Luke, right?” Natasha said after snatching the phone from your hand and you looked at her stunned and Wanda smirked “Yeah, Natasha here. I don’t think she will make it to breakfast” the redhead hummed as she smacked your hand away and Wanda went back to kiss your neck “I see, yeah. When are you leaving?” she grabbed her phone and looked at the hour “Sure, we will join if that’s alright with you and your friends?” she hummed again and typed something in her phone, showing it to Wanda and her wife nodded “Yeah, see you then. Thank you”
Natasha hung up and placed your phones together over her nightstand and your jaw dropped. You weren’t sure if you heard right, but apparently the redhead already decided they weren’t going to leave your side.
“What did he tell you?” you asked as Natasha kissed her wife and looked at you amused.
“Something about a trip to Women Island?” she shrugged and leaned to kiss you “Hope you don’t mind if we tag along”
“I- I don’t but I don’t think you want to hang with four strangers and-“
“We are hanging out with you and may I remind you this stranger made you moa-“ you clasped your hand over her mouth as your cheeks started burning and she raised a brow.
“Fine, three strangers. They are stupid and teasing and…” Natasha licked your hand and you moved it away “Hey!”
“Oh so now you don’t like my tongue? Wasn’t she asking me to never stop using it last night, dorogaya?” Natasha asked to Wanda and the brunette laughed.
“Yeah, I remember that” she teased and you groaned, trying to get off Wanda’s lap but she kept you in place “What I don’t remember is giving you permission to move”
“Is this my new life? Am I gonna get teased for the rest of my life?” you said without really thinking about your words but when realisation settled, you panicked “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
“Yes, that’s what you should expect for the rest of your life” Natasha smiled and grabbed your hand “And we don’t mind hanging out with your friends. It will be good getting to know them since you know… you are kinda stuck with us now”
“You make it sound like a threat, moya lyubov’” Wanda laughed and you bit your lip “We don’t have to go if you don’t want us to”
You looked at them, like really looked. Their eyes were twinkling softly, their smiles didn’t waver and they kept one hand touching you as the other were linked.
They made it look like you’ve been part of them all their lives, as if they didn’t meet you the day before but like you belonged there already. And your heart melted.
Maybe you didn’t take the best choices in the past, but this felt right. They felt right. So what if you just took a leap of faith?
“Yeah, okay. Let’s do it” you smiled and leaned to kiss each one of them “and I mean all of it, if you guys still want me” you whispered shyly and Wanda caressed your cheek.
“I know a way or two to show you how much we want you” she purred and you whimpered “What do you think, Tasha?”
“Yeah, I know what you are talking about?” the redhead smirked and you moaned.
“Again?” you grunted when Wanda pushed you down in between their bodies and their lips were already on your neck.
“Again. And again after that” Natasha whispered and you bit your lip but your stomach growled and the redhead laughed.
“Or not. I guess she really is hungry” Wanda chuckled and you groaned, looking down to your abdomen.
“No, no, I’m not hungry. Come back” you whined but Wanda was already picking up the phone to order room service “She won’t let it go, will she?”
Natasha patted your thigh “You get used to it, now come back to my arms and wake me up when food is here”
And when you settled in her arms, watching Wanda reading the menu and ordering for you as Natasha kissed your shoulder and held you protectively, you knew whatever happened next it didn’t matter.
You really could do that for the rest of your life.
You spent your whole childhood with Wanda and Natasha at your side, certain the three of you would never drift apart. Then you left for the city, and now coming home means facing everything your absence turned their yearning into.
details: country/west farmer!au, slow burn/story/it's like a movie!! fic, a lot of words... please prepare time to read this story, eventual smut, porn/smut w/ plot, childhood friends to complex to together, farmer girls x city girl trope, hurt/comfort, slight angst with comfort, very happy ending!, top!natasha, switch!wanda, switch!reader, dom!wandanat/sub!reader, naughty smut, slight injury (r sustaining), f/afab!reader, cigarette usage (natasha)
Many hate on trios, saying there’s always a duo in a trio. That one person left standing just slightly outside the circle.
It was never the case with the three of you.
One shy greeting shared between you all when your families were introduced after Wanda and Natasha moved into town, and somehow the three of you became stuck together as thick as honey. Impossible to separate after that.
You spent countless sunrises to sunsets together. Inside jokes so overused they stopped making sense years ago, yet still sent you rolling onto your backs in laughter with pine needles tangled in your hair. From ages five to eighteen, you watched one another grow up in all the quiet ways that mattered most.
You explored every inch of land surrounding town, knew every trail, every hidden riverbank, every broken fence and abandoned road. Played the same games one too many times.
Spent nights at one another’s houses whispering embarrassing stories into the dark until tears gathered in your eyes from laughing too hard. And sometimes those nights turned softer, quieter. Comforting hands resting on knees when secrets slipped out, insecurities revealed only in the safety of each other.
You grew up with one another. Blew out birthday candles side by side, exchanged stupid Christmas presents every year, learned to drive in the same rusted trucks, and crammed yourselves into diner booths after reckless late-night drives through mountain roads. The whole town knew the three of you together, like your names belonged side by side as naturally as the mountains belonged to the horizon.
Inseparable, never meant to part from one another. Photos of the three of you hung around each other’s rooms, tucked into mirrors and pinned to walls, always leaving space for another year, another memory. Until one evening.
It was supposed to be another sleepover, only older now. The three of you somewhere between eighteen and nineteen, curled up in familiar places with the television humming quietly in the background and empty soda cans cluttering the table. Comfortable in the way only years together could make people.
Then your mother stepped into the kitchen and asked softly if you had told them yet. Their eyes flickered toward you immediately, and your body ran cold.
You couldn’t say it. Could barely even look at them. So your mother did it for you. She told them you were moving away to the city.
And the room lost its warmth.
You had been in New York for almost five years now. You’d finished college, settled into your first full-time job, and quietly reached the point where your life stopped feeling like something temporary and started feeling like something built.
Somewhere along the way, you’d grown into a woman almost unrecognizable from the girl who once ran barefoot through riverbanks and mountain trails. Back home, you grew up in a place where cell service barely existed, where fashion meant whatever clothes survived the week and your father’s boots were just part of the outfit you threw on over pajamas.
Your friends in the city found your childhood charming in that distant, curious way people do when they’ve never lived it. Wine glasses balanced between their fingers as they asked you questions about horses and wide open land and how you could stand living somewhere so small everyone knew everyone. What it was like. Why you left. If you missed it. If you could ever go back.
You always answered lightly, laughing it off, turning your past into something almost like a story instead of something you had lived. But the questions stayed with you longer than they should have, especially the ones about why you left, because you never really had a clean answer for that anymore.
Your parents had long since stopped arguing with you about New York. Now your calls home were softer, stretched out with pauses, your mother asking when you were visiting again and your father pretending not to notice how often you said you were busy. It hadn’t felt urgent before, life always pulling you forward too fast to look back.
But now, for the first time in years, the thought landed differently.
You could go home. There was nothing stopping you anymore.
You had PTO sitting unused, no deadlines pressing against you, no real reason not to leave the city for a while. You could just… go.
The realization settled in your chest in a way that made everything feel suddenly too quiet. That night you called your parents while sitting cross-legged on your couch, laptop open on your knees as flight searches loaded in the background, your finger hovering between dates as your mother’s voice filled your apartment from the speaker.
Your dad picked you up at the airport, giving you a hug so tight your lungs burned. You didn’t mind it. You just shoved your face into his shoulder and held on a second longer than you meant to, breathing in the familiar rough cigarette scent and something older underneath it was motor oil.
It hit you all at once how much you’d been holding back, how much you’d been pretending wasn’t there. How much you’d missed him. How much you still loved him in that deep, uncomplicated way that never really changes no matter how far you go.
When he finally pulled back, his hands stayed on your shoulders like he needed to make sure you were real. “God, look at you,” he said, voice thick in a way he tried to hide by laughing. “Look at my girl… you’re so grown up.”
You smiled at him, soft and a little watery around the edges, eyes matching his in that too-emotional way neither of you commented on. You squeezed his hands like you were grounding yourself through him instead of the other way around. “I miss you…”
“Me too, and so does your mother,” he said, giving your hands a gentle squeeze back as he nodded toward the exit. “Let’s go home… she’s waiting for you there.”
She gave you a just as tight hug, one you fully just broke into, tears slipping before you could even think to stop them. You held onto her like your hands had been waiting years to do that again, arms wrapped around her so tightly it almost felt like you were afraid she might disappear if you let go.
She didn’t rush you. Just held you back just as firmly, one hand steady between your shoulder blades, the other cradling the back of your head like you hadn’t outgrown needing it.
You buried your face into her shoulder, breathing in her shampoo and lotion, the familiar softness of her sweater, the quiet warmth of her that somehow still felt like home even after everything. The air in the house felt different in a way you couldn’t quite place at first.
Cleaner, lighter, like it had been waiting for you to notice it again. And suddenly it hit you how long it had been since you’d taken a full breath without something sitting heavy in your chest.
You exhaled shakily, pulling back just enough to look at her, eyes still glassy. “I’m home…”
“That you are,” she said softly, brushing a thumb beneath your eye like she was still allowed to do that without asking. “We’ve been counting down the minutes.”
Her smile was small, careful, like she was afraid too much emotion might break something.
“We’ve got dinner… please come in.” Then, after a beat, her gaze flicked over your shoulder toward the rest of the house, softer still.
“The house has changed a bit… as you might assume you notice.”
After dinner, when you finally parted for the night, you climbed the creaky stairs slowly, each step familiar in a way your body remembered before your mind fully caught up. They had said the house had changed, and you believed them, until you reached your bedroom door.
The moment you opened it, everything stopped. Your suitcase rolled softly behind you and came to rest in the corner, but you barely noticed. Your feet moved on their own, slow and careful, like you were walking through a memory instead of a room.
Nothing had been moved. Nothing had been replaced. It was all still there, held in time like someone had refused to let it become anything else.
The old quilt on your bed. The faint marks on the wall where posters used to hang. The dresser you’d carved into when you were younger and thought it was funny. The bookshelf still slightly crooked no matter how many times your father tried to fix it. Even the soft smell of dust and old wood and something unmistakably you.
You walked like you were in a movie you weren’t sure you belonged in anymore, fingers brushing over surfaces as things you had forgotten suddenly returned in fragments. Late-night conversations, getting ready for school, lying on your back staring at the ceiling thinking the world would never change.
And yet it had. Just not this room.
You flop onto the bed afe hearing the springs bounce under you. The ceiling stares back at you the same way it always did, familiar in a way that almost feels unreal after so long away. Your eyes drift to your vanity, spotting the photos there, and something in your chest tightens.
You sit up slowly, gaze lingering on them. Smiling faces caught in time. Too many memories packed into small frames, edges slightly worn from years of being looked at and never really put away. You, Wanda, Natasha. Always the three of you.
You wonder what they’re up to, where they are right now. If they’re together. If they’re laughing. If anything about them feels different, or if it’s just you who changed. If they moved on after you left.
Your throat tightens before you can stop it.
You reach over and turn your lamp off for the night before you can let yourself wonder about anything further.
You had some time to warm up to everything again before your parents mentioned that you should attend the city’s small gathering once more, just to greet everyone again, catch up, be seen. It had sounded like a good idea at the time. You missed people from the town you grew up in, missed the familiarity of faces that didn’t feel like strangers even after years apart.
Your parents were going too, a kind of quiet reassurance at your side in case you felt awkward or in case the town had decided you’d become the “city girl” who left and never quite belonged again.
A few hours later, and it had been a fine gathering for the most part. Shaking hands yet again, hugging occasionally, repeating the same softened version of your life until your smile started to feel practiced instead of real. The fire burned bright in the center of everything, casting warm light over familiar faces as the sun fully disappeared and the night settled in.
You excused yourself quietly, slipping away toward the bathrooms just to breathe for a moment, let your shoulders drop where no one could see.
That’s when a truck pulled up. Headlights cut through the dark for a second before shutting off, leaving the engine to tick in the silence. It caught your eye without meaning to.
The door swung open, and your heart stuttered in your chest.
The one with the short, messy hair stepped out first. Except it wasn’t short anymore. Long auburn strands spilled over her shoulders, catching the firelight every time she moved. A cigarette rested between her lips, smoke curling into the night air.
The habit struck you immediately. Unfamiliar against the version of her you’d carried in your head for years.
The second door swung open a beat later. You shouldn’t have been surprised to see her, not really, but the sight of her still knocked the breath from your lungs. She looked older now.
Taller somehow, steadier. Softer in a way that only time could carve into someone. Even her voice, faint beneath the noise of the party, had deepened into something calmer, more mature.
You could hear the two of them talking quietly amongst themselves.
Their names stirred in the back of your mind, dangerously familiar. You shoved the thought down before it could settle, forcing your steps to remain even as you continued toward the bathrooms, pretending your pulse hadn’t suddenly fallen out of rhythm.
Part of you hoped you’d imagined it. That maybe you’d looked too fast, caught the wrong angle in the flicker of firelight and smoke and familiar noise. Maybe she hadn’t seen you at all.
But fate had other plans.
For one fleeting moment, her gaze drifted lazily across the crowd. Casual, distracted. Then it found you right as you reached the edge of the building and stepped inside.
You pushed through the bathroom door quickly, the cold fluorescent light washing over you as you gripped the edge of the sink for a second longer than necessary. Your pulse still hadn’t settled. You turned on the faucet anyway, letting the icy water run over your hands just to give yourself something else to focus on, but you can't.
Five fucking years. You dried your hands slowly against your jeans as you stepped back into the mosquito-filled air, already planning to keep your head down and walk straight past them.
“Hi,” she said softly.
Guilt and awkwardness climbed up your throat so fast it almost made it hard to answer.
“Hi.”
The word came out quieter than you intended.
Silence settled between you almost immediately, thick and uncomfortable. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to say to her anymore—or if you were supposed to say anything at all. The two of you hadn’t spoken since the day you left for the city. No calls. No texts. Nothing except years of distance stretching wider and wider until it became easier to pretend it didn’t matter.
Maybe this was how things were supposed to go.
People faded. Friendships lost their grip. Not everyone you met was meant to become part of your foundation. Some people were only passing branches, temporary things meant to break away eventually.
You told yourself that was all this was. Five years was a long time to hold onto someone. You shifted slightly, already preparing to step around her and leave the conversation exactly where it stood. Brief, polite before Wanda spoke again.
"You changed your hair,” she commented, her eyes drawing carefully over you.
“Yeah, I did…” you breathed out, wiping at your bicep when you felt what was probably a mosquito land there.
“It looks nice. Seems like you’ve really been taking care of yourself.”
The compliment sat awkwardly between you. You shifted your weight, one foot already turning away like you were preparing to leave the conversation before it had the chance to become anything more. Still, you could feel Wanda’s gaze lingering on you. And another from farther away, heavier somehow, burning into your skin.
Curiosity got the better of you. You glanced toward the truck near the fire and found Natasha already watching you. The flame from her lighter illuminated her face for a brief second as she lit another cigarette, smoke curling past her lips as she leaned back against the truck.
“Not too sure,” you admitted. “However long I can stretch my PTO. I’m getting time with my parents.”
Something flickered across Wanda’s face at that. Small enough that you almost missed it. The mention of family. The quiet implication beneath your words. That you came back for them, not for this, not for her.
No mention of catching up. No offer to see each other again. Still, she smiled softly, the kind that felt more polite than personal now. “Well… it was nice seeing you.”
“You too.”
The words felt strange leaving your mouth.
Wanda gave a small wave before turning and heading back toward the fire, her figure slowly blending into the warm glow and drifting smoke. You started in the opposite direction, hands shoved into your pockets, but after a few steps you glanced back over your shoulder anyway.
It wouldn’t be a small town without its monthly farmer’s market.
Your parents had driven the three of you into town early that morning, and for once, you didn’t mind staying close to them. It gave you something familiar to hold onto. The market buzzed around you with soft music, overlapping conversations, and the scent of kettle corn drifting through the warm air. You pointed out different stands to your mom, teased your dad over overpriced honey, and exchanged polite smiles with a few familiar faces from years ago.
It almost felt normal.
By the time you stopped at the smoothie stand near the edge of the market, the heat had already settled into your skin. You held your mango smoothie in one hand while waiting for the larger one your parents planned to split, half-listening to the blender roaring behind the counter.
Then a voice slipped into the space beside you.
“Mango? Always been your favorite.”
Your stomach tightened before you even looked up.
Wanda stepped beside you casually, hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket despite the warmth outside. Her hair was pulled back loosely today, auburn strands catching in the breeze.
“You ordering one?” you asked, trying to sound more relaxed than you felt. Almost pushing her away again.
She hummed softly, glancing up at the menu board. “Maybe. I’m deciding.” A small smile tugged at her mouth. “This stand’s new. Only been here about two years.”
She glanced away from the menu for a moment, eyes settling on you. “How’s the city been?”
The question made your stomach sink unexpectedly, like there was too much wrapped inside those four words. Your fingers tightened slightly around the smoothie cup as you silently wished your parents’ order would be ready already.
“Uh, yeah…” you muttered, shifting your weight. “It’s good. A lot.”
Wanda smiled anyway, like she understood the awkwardness behind it. “Still overwhelming?”
“Pretty much all the time.”
“I can imagine,” she said softly. “Forty people in one gathering is about enough for me. I can’t imagine being surrounded by that many people all the time. Always somewhere to go.”
You hummed, feeling yourself loosen slightly at the subject. Talking about the city was easier than talking about yourself. Easier than talking about the five years sitting between the two of you.
“It’s not as bad as people think,” you admitted, glancing down at your drink. “Everyone kind of stays in their own lane. It feels like you actually get your own space there.”
You paused briefly before adding quieter, “Doesn’t feel as suffocating. Or like everyone’s watching you all the time.”
Your name was called from the stand. Relief flickered through you immediately. “That’s mine,” you said, half a step backward as you pointed toward the counter. You grabbed your parents’ smoothie when it was handed over, the cold cup grounding you in something simple again.
Wanda was still there. Feeling awkard to say goodbye, but even more not to say anything at all. You turned back to her, something small and almost unintentional softening your expression. Not quite a smile, not quite nothing either.
“Uh… it was good seeing you,” you said quietly.
Wanda nodded once, gentle. “Yeah. You too.”
You held her gaze for a second longer than you meant to, then shifted your weight away, your parents already drifting toward the next stall.
“Take care,” you added, voice lighter now.
"You too."
You lay in bed, covers pulled up to your chest, staring at the ceiling while the quiet of your room presses in around you. Your eyes drift again and again to the photos still pinned along your vanity mirror. Snapshots of a life that feels both distant and uncomfortably close.
You shift restlessly beneath the blankets, your thoughts swinging between extremes, almost hot and cold the way Wanda and Natasha feel in your chest.
Part of you circles the idea of mending it.
Of letting the distance soften, of allowing something polite and careful to form again. Something that doesn’t demand too much, just enough to acknowledge what you once were without pretending it never existed.
It's similar to Wanda, who's already reaching, in her way. Small steps. Easy conversations. A version of reconnection that doesn’t feel like it would swallow you whole if you tried.
The second part, one that looks at Natasha and feels that familiar finality settle in your bones. The part that questions why you would even try to rebuild something that already burned itself down so completely.
What would it even mean to go back there? What would you be rebuilding, exactly. Friendship, history, or just the echo of something you’ve already outgrown?
It pulls you in two directions at once, neither one fully letting go.
And somewhere in the middle of it all, you realize it isn’t really about choosing between them. It’s about choosing which version of the past you’re willing to carry forward with you.
You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, watching the clouds shift into something ugly overhead. Thick, swollen, and dark enough to swallow the horizon. They rolled together into one continuous mass as far as you could see, the air turning heavy with the metallic scent of rain before it even started falling.
You tapped your foot against the floor near the counter, impatience building as you waited for the last of the payment to go through for your parents’ horse feed. One more errand. One less thing for them to worry about. That was the idea, anyway.
The cashier finally nodded toward the card reader. “You’re good to swipe or tap.”
“Thanks,” you muttered, relief already loosening your shoulders.
The bell above the door jingled as you stepped outside.
You had wished for no rain. And the sky answered anyway.
It hit fast. Cold wind first, then the first scattered drops, and then all at once the world opening up above you. You hurried toward the car, already regretting the jacket you chose, the timing, the entire day.
You had wished to get home safe. And the car responded by slowing like it was thinking about giving up entirely.
A sputter. A shake. Then silence.
“No. No, no, no—come on,” you groaned, gripping the wheel as if that alone could convince it otherwise. You slumped forward, pressing your forehead against it for a second before letting out a long, defeated breath. “Damn it… of course. God fucking damn it.”
Of course it was the old car. Of course it was your parents’ old everything. Old house, old roads, old feed store that took forever to get anything done.
You shoved the door open and stepped out into the rain immediately soaking through your jacket. Cold water ran down your arms as you moved behind the car, placing your hands against the trunk.
“Please,” you muttered under your breath, as if the car might suddenly develop empathy.You pushed.
At first it barely moved, tires digging into wet ground that was already turning fast into mud. You leaned harder into it, boots slipping slightly with each effort. Rain blurred your vision, plastering your hair to your face, soaking through everything faster than you could adjust.
More time passed. And your arms started to burn. Your breath came sharper. The car barely shifted an inch.
“Come on,” you hissed through clenched teeth, pushing again, harder this time.
The ground gave out beneath one step, your foot slid out from under you instantly. You hit the mud first—hard—then felt the sharp sting as your face followed, your lip splitting on impact. A copper taste filled your mouth almost immediately, mixing with rainwater as it ran down your chin.
You froze for a second, breath shaking, rain hammering down around you like it was trying to erase you entirely. Your fingers lifted instinctively, brushing over your lip. No, your nose. Or wherever it is the blood had started to show after slamming into the back of the car.
“God,” you muttered again, voice rough as you pushed yourself upright, wiping at your face with the back of your hand. It didn’t help much. Everything was already soaked anyway. Rain, mud, and now a thin streak of blood that refused to blend in.
You turned back toward the car, still half-focused on trying to salvage the situation, when headlights cut through the storm in the distance.
At first, it was just relief. Sharp and immediate. Someone. Anyone.
You held a hand over your eyes, squinting through the rain as she stepped out of the truck. Her boot sank slightly into the mud, dark water splashing around it, but she didn’t seem to care.
You opened your mouth to explain. Something halfway between it just died and I’ve got it handled... but she cut you off before you could get a word out.
“The hell are you doing?” Natasha’s voice cut through the storm, sharp enough to feel like it landed harder than the rain.
Something in your chest snapped hot immediately.
Not fear. Not embarrassment.
Frustration. Honestly, it might’ve even started the second you saw her truck.
“What does it look like I’m doing, you ass?” you shot back, wiping rain from your face again only for it to be replaced instantly. “The car stopped. It’s not starting again and I’m just trying to go home!”
She made it across the road, crouching slightly to peer into your stalled car as rain battered both of you. You stood there beside it, completely soaked now.
Tears dripping into your eyes, clothes heavy and clinging to your skin, mud tracking up your legs. Everything felt cold, uncomfortable, wrong. The only thing you could think about was a hot shower waiting somewhere on the other side of this mess.
Natasha straightened again, voice carrying over the storm.
“I can’t help you out here,” she called. “I’ll drive you back and tow your parents’ car.”
There wasn’t much room for argument in the way she said it.
The passenger seat of her truck felt like another world entirely. Your soaked clothes squeaked faintly as you sat down. You stared straight ahead for a moment, hands awkward in your lap, trying to settle your breathing. Time only moved forward, you reminded yourself. Second by second, and you're moving forward to this moment ending.
Natasha was already outside again, hooking your car up, rain running off her shoulders as she worked. Then she climbed back into the driver’s seat like the storm didn’t touch her the same way it touched everyone else.
The truck rumbled slightly as she started it. Silence settled in immediately after, just the low hum of the AC. The steady drum of rain against the windshield. The faint creak of metal as the tow line tightened behind you.
You stared out at the blurred world beyond the glass, rain streaking sideways in the headlights as the truck rolled steadily forward.
“Thank yo—” you started, the words catching in your throat before they could fully form.
Natasha hit the brakes. Hard.
The sudden stop snapped you forward against the seatbelt, breath punching out of your lungs as the world jerked into stillness. The tow line behind you creaked under tension. Rain hammered the windshield like it was trying to break through.
“I just can’t fucking believe that you’re back. Why in the world did you come back? You’re so incredibly selfish, you understand this?”
For a second, you just stared at her, rain and adrenaline still ringing in your ears.
“Excuse me?” you say, sharper now.
Natasha lets out a short laugh, but there’s no humor in it. She looks back out at the road like she already regrets turning toward you in the first place.
“Yeah,” she mutters, “excuse you.”
The wipers drag back and forth, useless against how hard it’s coming down.
You open your mouth again, but she cuts in before you get anything out.
“No, don’t… don’t even start explaining like there’s a good version to any of this,” she says, voice tighter now. “Not ‘I wanted to chase my dreams.’ You only told the two of us when your mom brought it up. Like something you were never even going to tell us until you just left. And I don't even want to know how you told your sweet parents."
“Natasha—!”
“Two friends, people who’ve known you since birth,” she continues, faster. “You don’t think we deserve an official goodbye? Any explanation? Before you get up and leave for five years? And oh yeah, 'I got your little things done, so let me just come back because I missed it?' You expect everything to just be fucking peachy dandy? Two people you’ve known for your whole life, who’ve been nothing but everything to you. You can’t even afford the decency to say goodbye? What a fucking joke you are.”
You throw your hands up, opening the car door. “I can’t do this.”
She’s out almost immediately, slamming her door behind her.
“Run away,” Natasha snaps after you, voice cutting through the storm. “Very you. Don’t confront anything head-on."
You whip around to face her.
“So what is it with you? Do you want to drive me home, or should I drive? Because this is—”
“This is what?” she interrupts, stepping closer. “You tell me. What is it with you? Why did you want to leave everyone here who’s cared about you? Truly?”
Her voice rises slightly now, not quite yelling, but close.
“How’re the fake friends in New York?” she throws in, sharp and quick. “You like the money? The title of being in New York instead of this nothing town?”
A beat.
“It’s all wonderful, right? Until you need to think about something that actually means something to you. That’s why you came back. You’re not truly satisfied there and you know it. Why the hell did you even lea—”
“Because Natasha, I’ve had nothing done nothing! My siblings have done outstanding things, and all I have ever done is mess around. I tossed pencils into a cup with you and Wanda instead of studying. My sister was in honors at my age, while I was covered in mud. My parents expect more. I can’t be the loose end in my family.... I.."
She huffs. “You know how much your parents missed you when you were gone? I made up excuses to come by just to try and cheer them up. They worried they messed up with you. Wondered why you left so far away when you seemed so happy here.”
You wave your hands. “Can we just… don’t…”
“Sure,” she says, tone flat, unimpressed, already done. Climbing back into her car.
The drive is even more silent than before, Natasha reaching to try to light a cigarette on the rest of the drive.
You glance at her. “Terrible habit, but I’m not surprised.”
She huffs, setting the pack back in the cup holder. “Wanda’s been entirely too sweet to you. I’ve been telling her."
She pulls up at your parents’ house, unattaching the car. She waves to your parents, who look worried on the front porch, before her car hums off into the distance, not a wave your way. But your heart feels warmer, soften even... despite the harsh words thrown at each other. You slept that night, feeling a little less like bricks were laying on you.
The argument in the storm had been the dam that broke everything. After that, something in the air between you all shifted. Not healed, but loosened just enough to breathe through. The past hurt feeling like a river cried, and the bridge beginning to form again.
Despite it all, you started smiling a little when you ran into them. In a small town, it was impossible not to. There were only so many places to go, only so many corners of town you could avoid before they stopped feeling avoidable at all.
At the diner, it was a brief wave.
At the little store downtown, it was Wanda holding the door open while Natasha lingered near the counter, pretending not to notice you.
At the gas station, it was a quiet exchange of “hey” that lasted a few seconds longer than it used to.
It wasn’t smooth. But it wasn’t as sharp anymore either.
Each time, you found yourself staying a little longer. Saying a little more. Laughing, sometimes, before you had time to stop yourself. The awkward edges didn’t disappear, but they softened enough that you stopped bracing for impact every time you saw them.
And slowly, without any real announcement, things started to settle into something that resembled a pattern.
Wanda always spoke first. Careful, warm, like she was still trying to build a bridge between where you were and where you used to be.
Natasha stayed quieter, but she didn’t leave. She lingered in the background of conversations more often than not, watching, listening, occasionally throwing in something blunt that cut through the softness without fully breaking it.
It confused you, how something so fractured could still hold together in motion. And eventually, even your parents noticed.
“You’ve been running into them a lot lately again,” your mom said one evening over dinner, her tone light, but threaded with something warmer. “It makes me really happy… I was happy your friendship could rekindle. I had hope.”
“It’s trying…” you said, a little uncertain.
Your mom hummed softly, poking at her food. “It was a hard time when you left. Hit them hard, as it did us. Sweet women, they are. They’d come and help us with some chores. The ones you used to cover. They’d ask how you were doing…”
She glanced up at you then, softer now.
“Well... anyways, I’m just happy you’re all talking again. They’re gold. Don’t let go of them, alright darling? True gold, not false. Rare."
It had begun to bloom.
Not in any sudden, obvious way. Nothing you could point to and name, but in the slow return of ease. In the way your shoulders stopped tensing when you saw them. In the way conversations started lasting longer without feeling like you were walking on glass.
You found yourself revisiting places you hadn’t thought about in years.
The riverbank you used to sit at as a kid looked smaller now, quieter in a different way. The water still moved the same, but everything around it had changed just enough to remind you how much time had passed. You pointed things out absently when they were with you, half-laughing at old memories you weren’t sure you should still remember so clearly.
Your bed felt warm, like home each time you laid your head.
While you felt free, the two women felt caged still.
A weight still sat on their shoulders. Something unspoken, something that hadn’t dissolved just because time had passed and you were back in the same rooms again.
It lingered in the things they didn’t say.
In the way Natasha’s gaze flicked to you when she thought you wouldn’t notice.
In the way Wanda’s anger never quite found a place to land. It rose, once, briefly. Then dissolved the moment she saw you again, as if relief outweighed everything else. As if having you in front of her made it impossible to hold onto anything sharp for long.
It lived in hesitation, too. In the smallest pauses before speaking your name. In fingers that twitched, almost reaching, then curling back into themselves like restraint was a habit they couldn’t break.
In how their hearts betrayed them in quiet ways. Faster when you laughed, heavier when you looked away, uneven in your presence as if something inside them had never learned how to settle properly without you.
It lived in the nasty habit Natasha took upon herself. Smoke easing into her lungs instead of you. Into the nights the two of them spent together, the silence after as they occasionally grieved your presence.
Living to see a photo of you on social media, but too scared to follow.
It felt finate, your friendship. But the love that resonates in their hearts is infinite. And your distance, only strengthened it.
Your PTO is to come to an end. And this time, you inform others of your possible upcoming departure. It was brought up when they asked, settled into your bedroom. With a sunken heart, you come to realize the impending return date. Less than a week away. It felt as if a timer had offcially started. A stop watch starting, cointing down the seconds. Raising a feeling underneath everything. A question, a conflict to be resolved… hoping to be.
A sunken feeling settled in your chest as the return date became real in a way it hadn’t been before. Less than a week. A line drawn too clearly now to ignore.
It felt like something had started counting down. Haunting.
Tomorrow is your flight.
You sit with the two of them, checking into your flight. The room had been lively, until now. The clock louder than ever before.
"Sad I have only a couple hours really left... But we have each other's numbers... We can always text, or call..?"
"Right, yeah..." they had responded, dejected.
You hugged them, smiling—one that didn’t quite reach your eyes—before you got into the Uber. You waved goodbye to everyone: your parents, Wanda, Natasha. The dust kicked up behind the car as it pulled away, carrying you toward the airport, toward the flight.
You bit your nail, watching the world blur past the window, something tight settling into your chest. Your heartbeat felt too loud in your ears, uneven in a way you couldn’t quite settle. You kept swallowing it down, shifting your focus, pinching at your skin just to stay grounded in something physical.
It felt off. Wrong, even.
You walk toward security, lugging your suitcase behind you. Each step feels heavier than the last, like the airport itself is pulling you forward whether you want it to or not. The noise around you fades in and out. Announcements, rolling bags, footsteps, until it all starts to feel distant, muffled, like you’re already halfway gone.
Your mind keeps catching on moments you didn’t realize you were holding onto. Wanda’s laugh in your room. Natasha’s voice cutting through rain. The way silence between you all had started to feel less like absence and more like something full. Something you hadn’t known how to name until it was already slipping out of reach again. Like you don't what you have, how you feel until it's gone.
You swallow hard, forcing your grip tighter on your suitcase handle, like that could keep you steady. Like that could keep anything steady. Each step feels slower. The clock in your head ticking down the last few seconds you didn’t want to hear.
Your body is tense, too aware. Too tightly held.... until your name is shouted behind you.
For a second, you almost don’t believe it.
Then again.
Louder.
You turn, as something in your chest breaks loose before you can think about it. You drop your suitcase immediately and start moving before you even realize you’ve started running.
The space between you disappears too fast. And then you’re there, hugging the two women.
Hugging them tight, like if you let go too soon it would confirm every fear you’ve been trying not to name. They pull you in just as close, like neither of them had any intention of letting you be the one to hold on alone.
The pressure builds in your chest all at once. Too much feeling, too much time compressed into a single moment, and it spills over before you can stop it. Tears blur your vision, warm and sudden, and you don’t bother hiding them.
You don’t want to go home.
Because home isn’t the airport, or the city, or the life waiting for you past security.
Home is right here in your arms.
Wanda's or Natasha's home. You’re unaware and uncaring of whose it is as you're shoved inside with passion.
Your arms are wrapped around Natasha's neck, lips pressed to one another. The kiss is deep and unmoving. Her body pins you to the wall, and she grabs your thigh to wrap it around her waist. She holds you close, tightening her grip as she pulls you in. She tastes like the smoke she’s always inhaling and some unnamed, basic brand of chapstick.
You gasp, tugging at her hair as you melt into the kiss. Your body feels so warm and tingly that you believe you're floating. Wanda shuts and locks the door, coming up behind you to slide her hands down your chest while her lips lock onto your neck, listening to the little sounds you make.
Your shirt is tossed aside by Wanda, bra is shoved down so she can feel along your chest. To feel your nipples harden from her fingers tracing them. Your legs buckle under their touch, and they catch you to lead you toward the bed.
You fall back onto the bed, looking up at the two of them with lidded eyes, dressed only in your bra and bottoms. Wanda removes her shirt and lays over you, mumbling quiet comments about your body.
She whispers how gorgeous you are and how you’re stunning, "like a dream."
She tells you how good you look under her as she climbs on top, slotting her lips against yours. You reach a hand up to tug at her hair, squirming under the weight of her body. Pushed into the mattress by her hips slotting between yours. Hips grinding against one another.
Wanda kisses down your body, her lips latching onto your nipple for a moment.
"Mm—!"
You jolt, a whine escaping you at the contact as your thighs rub together. You're seeking more already, which brings a cocky, knowing look to her expression.
She continues to kiss down your body and across your abdomen. She skips over the area you want, instead kissing up your inner thighs while her thumbs hook into your underwear.
"This alright?"
You nod. "Mm... 's alright..."
She slides them down while keeping eye contact, creating a deeper sense of heat. You reach out to cup her cheek, pulling her up to kiss you for another moment before she heads back down again to hover over where you want her most.
She blows against your clit, watching you as you shiver, your hands clutching at the sheets. It takes no longer than a minute to have you clutching at the headboard, moans slipping from your lips as she slides her tongue between your folds.
She presses her tongue against your clit, rubbing it there and making it feel almost as if it's vibrating. You keen and whine, rolling your hips against her face. You smear your arousal around her face as if it isn't already dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets.
Your chest rises and falls, your back arching. You give her a view she wishes could be captured in a Renaissance painting.
As you come down from your high and the pressure is released from between your hips, she gives you zero time before sliding a finger into you.
"O-oh—!"
"So tight," she teases. "Squeezing my finger..."
She licks at your inner thigh, biting down and littering the skin with hickeys, bruising it. She slides in a second finger, moving it alongside the one already inside you. You shove your face into the side, moaning into the pillow to muffle the sound.
"God...!" you squeak, mewling. "There...! There, please... oh...!"
She hums, kissing your collarbone. She places sweet kisses there before adding a third finger, one that stretches you delightfully well. Wanda seems gentle, as she is, but her fingers are large and she is something else in bed.
Watching you come down from your high a second time, Wanda slides her fingers out, licking the excess off. She looks back, noting Natasha's presence and the strap settled on her hips.
She moves to you, seeing the breathless, dazed expression on your face. Natasha manhandles you onto your back, raising your hips.
"Mm..! 'tasha...!"
"Keep 'em there," she commands, her hand resting on your hips to indicate exactly where she wants you to hold yourself. She rubs the length between your folds and against your ass, watching it catch your arousal almost like lube before she presses it fully at your entrance. She pushes all the way through, until she hits the hilt.
Noting how you rub your hips back as if you were in heat, grinding against her, she grips your ass and pulls back before pushing in again. She brings you to a keen, your mind completely lost.
Your face is smudged into the sheets, gripping them and making a mess as you take her the best you can. Wanda comes to the other end of the bed, leaning in to kiss you deeply.
You kiss back as best as you can. "I... I love you... I love you..."
Her expression softens, and both of theirs do. Wanda brushes her thumb against your cheek. "And we love you, so much."
"I... mm! Mm.. n-not leaving... e-ever—oh!"
Wanda hums, leaning back. She slides herself forward, her pussy on full view in front of you. You can feel the heat as her legs spread wide, opening herself up for you.
Before you can take anything into your own hands, Natasha’s hand shoves your face down into Wanda's cunt. You moan, rolling your hips back and liking the gesture. Your lips and nose are shoved into Wanda's cunt, while Natasha stretches you out around her length.
Wanda’s head is tilted back. "Ohhh baby, there... mm... dreamt about this."
You use your tongue and lips to worship her, driven by the rhythmic, heavy thrusts of Natasha behind you. The friction of the strap-on and the heat of Wanda’s skin create an overwhelming sensory overload. Your breath is hitching, muffled against Wanda’s thighs, as you work to keep pace with the frantic movement of your own hips.
Natasha leans over you, her chest pressing into your arched back as she whispers darkly into your ear. "If you don't make Wanda come, you get nothing else tonight. Focus on her."
The threat, or promise, sends a fresh jolt of adrenaline through you. You double your efforts, your tongue flicking and swirling with desperate precision until Wanda’s hands lock into your hair, her hips jerking upward in a sudden, violent spasm. She cries out your name, her walls clenching around your face as she reaches her peak.
Seeing Wanda shatter is the final straw for your own control. As she collapses back against the pillows, Natasha delivers several hard, deep lunges that hit exactly where you need. You let out a broken, high-pitched moan, your internal muscles seizing as your own climax crashes over you.
The room falls silent, save for the heavy, synchronized sound of three people catching their breath. Natasha pulls away, sliding out of you and collapsing onto the bed beside you both, pulling your shaking body into the middle of their warm, protective tangle
You spent so long trying to leave this town behind, but looking at them now, you know you’re never going to find a reason to say goodbye again.
note: Omg you made it? you read this whole thing? about 8k? thank you and congrats too. Hope you enjoyed! this took me two days to write... im legit struggling to keep my eyes open. I MEAN IT. i have to get up in 5 hours for work oops.
Summary: Wanda returns from a mission with intense need for you, and she uses you whilst you sleep.
A/N: This was a request from a while back, but I can’t seem to find it in my ask box. Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy!
It was well past midnight when Wanda finally returned from her mission. Tired and achy, she trudged along the Compound’s corridors in search of you. Three days without you, and she was so pent up. She felt like a teenage boy, and gosh, all she wanted was to fuck you. To make you cum over and over, as if it would take away all her exhaustion from the mission she just came back from.
Swinging her duffel bag over her shoulder, she was practically gliding through the building, until she finally made a stop outside your room. Opening the door gently, and oh fuck, what a sight to see. There you lay with the covers off, and only in your panties. Wanda was not going to survive. What were you doing teasing her like that?
It’s like you knew just how much she needed you, just how much she was aching and throbbing for just a taste. Wanda made quick work of showering and ridding herself of any grime or blood, and wrapping herself up in a soft silk robe.
She should probably sleep, she told herself, but the sight of your hard nipples had her throbbing so intensely. Her brain was alight. She made her way to the bed, her body softly dipping onto the mattress.
“Mm, my soft girl,”she hummed as her fingers roamed around your abdomen, caressing the smooth skin. “So fucking gorgeous. And such a tease, for sleeping like this”. She gently skimmed her fingertips along your arms, watching little goosebumps rise up. Softly, she caressed a single finger along your chest, slowly circling your nipples. You squirmed in your sleep as she continued to tease you; you were always so sensitive to her touch. She was careful not to wake you just yet, but delighted in the cute little huffs you were beginning to make in your slumber.
Her hands lowered down to your legs, and she wasted no time in removing your panties, noticing a slight wet patch that formed in the middle. Such a needy girl. Spreading your thighs nice and wide for her, she slotted her head in the space between. The smell of your pussy instantly invaded her nose, and she surged her mouth forward towards her feast.
She started slowly; soft kitten licks to your folds had her groaning at the taste of you. It was incredibly difficult for her to not completely devour you. A shiver ran through your body, still not enough to wake you, but your hips moved forward in search of more. Her tongue dipped inside your tight hole briefly before dragging up your wetness to swirl around your clit. A small whimper left your mouth as your hips started rocking up a little harsher. She paused briefly to look up at your peaceful face. Still asleep.
She continued to tease you, her tongue gently massaging your clit, trying hard to keep you just on the brink of consciousness. Your eyebrows began to furrow as the pleasure built up in your core. She carefully lifted your legs onto her shoulders, desperately needing to get closer. She wanted to inhale you.
Her eyes staring at your face and all the little reactions it would make, she closed her lips around your swollen bud, sucking softly. The soft mewl you let out had her clenching with intense desire. The pretty sounds you made fuelled her need for you. She couldn’t hold back anymore, and she began to suck harder. She was eating you out lavishly, licking and sucking as if you were her final meal.
Awareness slowly started to creep up into you. Little jolts of your body as you felt the pleasurable sensation build between your thighs. It was getting harder to ignore. The feel of something soft and velvety gliding across your folds. A flush of warmth travelled through your body, and with a gasp you awoke.
“What- Wanda. Oh,” you moaned at the sight of your arousal smeared all over your girlfriend’s face. Her darkened green eyes bore into yours as she continued to suck harshly on your clit. “What’s happening?” You whined as you rolled your hips into her face without even noticing.
“Hush baby, let Mommy work hmm,” she quickly responded, her eyes never leaving yours. Her firm yet soothing tone had you feeling so fuzzy and needy. “Mommy needs this. Now be a good girl and take what I give you.” She inserted two fingers into your tight hole, stretching you out perfectly.
“Mommy,” you whimpered at the feel of her fingers inside you. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Just like we spoke about.” You struggled to get your words out, your mind entirely focused on the fingers pumping inside you.
“Oh, I can tell. I walked in on you laying on my bed wearing nothing but panties. And my favourite ones too. Such a naughty thing,” she spoke to you in a condescending manner, making you feel small and vulnerable in the most thrilling way.
Her fingers found your sweet spot as she curled them inside you with fervour. You gasped as she continued to hit you with pleasure, you were getting unbelievably close to the edge. She added her lips back on to your clit and watched as your face crumbled in ecstasy. She was sucking so harshly, drawing endless hot pleasure from your core.
Writhing and shaking, you began to babble incoherently. Moan after moan, your eyes began to roll back as she ravaged you with her mouth and fingers. “You taste fucking incredible darling girl,” she moaned into your pussy, a crazed look in her eyes as she watched your face contort.
“Please, please, please. Mommy…” you whined in a high pitched tone. “Need to cum. Fuck. Mommy please.”
Your moans grew louder and louder; she sucked the bundle of nerves into her mouth with her fingers moving inside you at a maddening pace. Poor Steve, she thought as your sounds became almost pornographic, the man residing just across from you both. “Cum for me baby. Let go for Mommy”
Your hands fisted into your bedsheets as your body began to arch up into her. Just with her words, the wave of release finally came. Your toes curled as white hot pleasure surged through your entire body. You came with a shuddering gasp and you cried her name as your body continued to jerk through the orgasm.
“Oh, look at you. What a beautiful girl,” Wanda purred at you. “You’re so perfect Milaya”. Your chest rose up and down as you tried to catch your breath.
“Thank you Mommy,” you whispered as you felt exhaustion wash over you. You were completely spent, your eyelids getting heavier with each second.
“Mmm, that’s a good girl. Go back to sleep now my angel. Mommy’s going for seconds,” she cooed at you with a devilish smirk. You felt her tongue enter you once more as you slowly drifted back to sleep.
Something falls in the bathroom, Wanda’s eyes flicking over to the door in mild concern. You appear, your cheeks lightly flushed as you hold a towel loosely around your body. Wanda can’t help but trail her eyes down your frame, raising her eyebrow in a silent command.
You drop the towel, biting your lip as you make your way over to her. “Sorry, I dropped my lotion.”
Green eyes lock on yours, Wanda’s pupils dilating as she takes in your nudity. Your nipples are already hard, your skin soft and smelling faintly of her vanilla-scented body wash. She loved it when you used her products.
It was one of her rules, actually. You were required to use any product Wanda instructed you to, which consisted mainly of her own -expensive- things. You didn’t mind, you loved being taken care of, in every way.
Leaning down, you gently kiss her, smiling as her hand makes its way to your waist, her fingers digging in and urging you closer. This is your favorite side of her, the one that craves you. You love her fingers pulling you in, her lips on your skin, her eyes solely on yours.
“I’ve laid out a dress for you,” she murmurs, her voice husky and low. It sends a pleasant warmth down your spine that pools in your gut. “Go put it on.”
Her tone is firm as she gently pushes you toward the bed. You catch her eyes lingering on your nude form, glancing over you through the mirror as she applies the last bits of her makeup. Grinning to yourself, you decide to put on a show for her, swaying your hips as you saunter over to the bed.
There it is. The dress she’d picked out for you. It was beautiful, dark red and lacy, a long slit in the side that practically reached your hips. It had a neckline that dipped dangerously low, enough to tease the sight of your chest but not too much to expose you indecently. Just the way Wanda liked it. Lying next to the dress was a pair of black heels, the bottom of them painted bright red, a sight you’d become accustomed to.
Biting your lip to hide your excitement, you slowly pull the dress over your head, moving your hips slowly to fully pull it over your body. You note the lack of panties or a bra on the bed, your cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of sitting through dinner without any undergarments. Luckily, the dress supported your chest well, your breasts sitting comfortably with the extra padded support.
“Perfect,” Wanda murmurs, having spun around to watch you.
Smiling, you bask in her attention as you slowly spin around, adjusting your hair slightly. Your zipper has been caught halfway up your back, the small piece of metal resting just below your shoulder blades.
Wanda gestures to you, a silent command.
You obey, snagging the heels from off the bed and padding toward her. You feel giggly, and a bit like you’re playing dress-up, but Wanda looks at you with utter adoration; her normally serious expression is nowhere to be found. Her eyes are wide and unguarded, her hands firm as she beckons you closer, but not stern and unforgiving as they usually are.
Biting your bottom lip, you decide that you quite like this side of her. It was almost… adorable.
As if she could read your thoughts, Wanda’s eyes snap up to yours from where they’d been lingering around your neckline. “Sit on my lap, darling.”
Blinking, you clear your throat as a strange shyness creeps over you.
“Now.”
Wanda’s tone turns slightly icy, her eyebrows furrowing slightly at your hesitance. She doesn’t like to be disobeyed.
“Yes, ma’am,” you murmur, noting the way her face smooths at your words. Quickly, you drop onto her lap, sitting sideways since your dress won’t allow you to straddle her as you usually did. The heels slip from your fingers, landing on the carpet with a soft thump as Wanda’s hand snakes around your waist.
Her green eyes peer into yours, studying your face. You notice the subtle makeup she’s put on, her eyelids darkened seductively with dark gold eyeshadow, her black eyeliner small and precise. Her lips are also dark, a matte red color coating them. You wonder if it would stain your skin, then promptly push that thought to the back of your mind, lest you leak through your expensive dress.
“I have some jewelry for you,” Wanda murmurs, her other hand coming up to trace the thin gold chain fastened permanently around your neck. She’d gifted it to you last year, her initials subtly engraved into the chain, a private sign of her ownership of you. Wanda wore a similar necklace, your initials also engraved into the silver metal glittering around her neck.
Smiling, you lean in until your lips are mere inches from hers, “I love it when you dress me, Wanda.”
“I know you do,” Wanda smirks, her hand dropping to grip your thigh possessively for a moment, before she reaches for some jewelry she’s laid out on the vanity in front of her. Her fingers send heat down your spine as she grazes them lightly across your skin, clasping a few necklaces around your neck. She adjusts them, laying the metal perfectly on your chest before she taps your hands in a silent command.
Obediently, you raise your hands, watching her slip various rings on them. Somehow, Wanda always manages to match your jewelry to your outfit perfectly. You’re in awe every time, and you no longer protest when she demands to dress you.
Green eyes flit over your ears, Wanda nodding slightly in approval as she takes in your various earrings. “Perfect,” she mutters, her hand coming back down to your thigh.
“Yes, you are.”
“Don’t deflect, darling. What do you say when I compliment you?” Wanda’s tone is light, but her eyes are intense, her fingers squeezing your thigh.
“Thank you, Wanda.”
Smirking, Wanda releases her hold on your thigh. “Good girl.” She moves to stand, helping you off her lap and adjusting your hair to fall perfectly over your shoulders. “Now put those heels on and meet me by the cars.”
Wanda lightly kisses you, careful not to ruin her lipstick -or yours- before she playfully squeezes your waist and walks out the door.
The heels slip on quickly, perfectly molded to your feet. You take a moment, looking at yourself in the mirror and willing your blush to go away. You’re unsuccessful.
Wanda is beautiful. She stands next to the passenger door of her favorite car, opening it and ushering you in. The exterior is gleaming, the dark red gloss standing out. The interior is even nicer, somehow, all black leather with red trim. It smells as fresh as the day she bought it.
Taking a moment, you admire Wanda’s outfit, her silver jewelry and sharply cut jacket. She’s several inches taller than you, her heels clacking softly on the ground as she shuts the door softly before rounding the car to the driver’s side.
The drive to the restaurant is relatively short. You steal glances at Wanda the entire time, loving the comforting weight of her hand on your thigh.
You’ve grown used to being pampered by her. She makes a lot of decisions for the two of you, and you love her control over you. You love providing for her as well, insisting on cooking meals whenever you can. Between your part-time job at a bookstore and your relationship, you were pretty okay with your life.
Wanda would have preferred you to be home all the time, especially when she often worked from her home office, but you’d insisted on keeping your job. You liked it, there was a bookstore cat named Freckles, and your manager was really nice. Plus, you loved being surrounded by books all day.
Shifting in your seat slightly, you bite your lip in excitement as you feel your credit card sitting snug between the fabric of your dress and your breasts. You’d been saving up for months, knowing that Wanda had expensive tastes. This restaurant was meant for upper-class patrons, so you’d prepared well in advance. You wanted to surprise her tonight; after all, it wasn’t often you got to return the favor of spoiling Wanda.
Wanda never lets you pay for anything. You'll be changing that tonight.
The restaurant is just as you remembered. Low lighting and soft voices that help you relax further into Wanda’s hand on the small of your back. It feels safer this way, more intimate.
“Right this way, Ma’am,” the waiter says, his voice quiet as he gestures for Wanda to follow. Her hand is splayed on your lower back, the warmth from her fingers propelling you forward as the waiter leads you to a table near the back.
The chair doesn’t make a sound and Wanda slides it out, gesturing for you to sit. Her hands briefly touch your shoulders before she pushes the chair in firmly, her stride elegant as she walks to the chair across from you.
“Two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon, from the Robert Mondavi Winery Reserve,” she murmurs, the waiter nodding dutifully before striding away.
Those green eyes stare into yours, a soft smile playing on Wanda’s lips.
“You look beautiful tonight, darling.”
“Thank you, Wanda,” you whisper, blushing at the praise. You briefly touch the necklace resting between your collarbones. “I think you look amazing.”
Wanda smiles warmly at that, her hand sliding across the table to clasp yours. Her fingers are soft as you idly play with her rings.
The waiter returns, showing the bottle before Wanda nods at him. He pours the wine, standing still as Wanda takes a sip. His eyes are nervous, but Wanda simply nods again before quietly ordering food for the both of you.
You knew what she was going to order. You’d meticulously saved up in order to cover the bill, plus a generous tip. A flood of relief fills you when she doesn’t stray from her usual order, but you cover it up with a smile.
“How was work?”
Wanda begins speaking, her thumb running over the back of your hand as she does. You listen diligently, unsure of half the things she’s referring to but enjoying yourself nonetheless. The waiter returns some time later with steaming food, and you and Wanda make idle conversation while you eat.
It is one of the best meals you could have asked for. Perfectly cooked salmon with a side of quinoa salad and rice. There are complementary breadsticks, and you eagerly take two. The wine pairs nicely with the food, but you’re not a huge nerd about it like Wanda is. She knows all the best combinations.
Truly, it all tastes the same to you. But, you’d never tell her that.
“I’m going to use the restroom,” you say, wiping your mouth politely.
Wanda simply nods, sipping her wine. You’re a much faster eater than she is, and this is one of the times you’re grateful for the skill. Squeezing her hand briefly, you stand up and walk toward the restrooms.
Once you’ve rounded the corner, your heart begins to race. Glancing back, you see Wanda taking a small bite of her salad.
Perfect.
“Excuse me,” you say quietly, walking up to the waiter standing near the kitchen window. He looks up, surprised.
“How can I help you, ma’am?” He asks, politely averting his eyes when you dig into your dress for your credit card.
“I’d like to pay for my wife’s and my meal.”
He nods, gingerly taking your card. You try not to giggle, smoothing your face over when he nods and briskly walks into the backroom. Casually, you fix your hair, careful not to lean against the wall. Wanda had helped you with your posture, and you could still remember her lessons in the back of your mind.
“All set, ma’am.” The waiter returns, handing you your card back.
“Oh, thank you,” you murmur, placing it back into your dress and biting your lip to stifle your smile when he looks away again. You pull out two hundred-dollar bills, handing them to him. “Thank you.”
He smiles politely as he accepts the bills, nodding at you.
“I’d prefer you keep this from my wife until the end of the meal,” you say, watching his eyebrows raise slightly. “I’m surprising her.”
“Ah,” he smiles wider this time. “Always happy to be a part of a surprise, ma’am. My lips are sealed.”
With that, you walk back to your seat. You make sure not to walk too quickly, lest Wanda becomes suspicious. She always has a way of figuring out what you’ve been up to.
“There you are, darling,” she smiles at you and stands, pulling your chair out again. “I was beginning to worry.”
You flush, sitting down again and turning to look up at her. “Just decided to freshen up a bit, I wanted to look my absolute best for you.”
Leaning down, Wanda places a soft kiss against your cheek. “You always look wonderful, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Wanda.”
Smiling at you, Wanda returns to her seat and grasps the stem of her wine glass. You mirror her action, bringing the glass to your lips and taking a deep sip. You’re going to need some liquid confidence to get through the night once Wanda discovers what you’ve done.
One thing you’d learned early on in your relationship was that Wanda liked to be the one in charge of things. You didn’t mind, especially in the bedroom, but you’d always felt just a tiny bit disappointed when you wanted to spoil her and she’d refuse. She’d just offer her own card, raising an eyebrow at you and firmly reminding you that she was there to take care of you.
Sometimes it felt like you weren’t contributing anything of worth to the relationship.
“Darling?” Wanda’s green eyes are piercing, locked on your face. “Are you alright? You look… morose.”
You shake away your thoughts. You’re sitting here with the beautiful woman that you married, on a nice date that you’ve just paid for. Get a grip.
“Yes,” you say, smiling reassuringly at her. “I just got lost in my thoughts, you know how that happens sometimes.”
Laughing slightly, you watch Wanda’s lips quirk up slightly, but something tells you that she won’t let the subject go that easily. You reach across the table, grabbing her hand and making sure she can see down the front of your dress.
“Baby, I’m fine. Really.”
Green eyes flit down, before they glance back up at you, her eyebrow raised. “Alright. Just stay present with me, okay?”
You nod eagerly, smiling brightly at her before sitting up again.
Under the table, you feel the top of Wanda’s heel brush against your leg, advancing slowly as it makes its way above your knees and further up your thigh. “You’ll pay for that stunt,” Wanda murmurs.
Your heart stops for a moment, your mind flashing back to your credit card, before you realize she’s talking about your adventurous moment when she got a nice full look at your chest.
“I understand,” you quip, adjusting in your seat to spread your legs further just slightly, watching the way Wanda’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly. That’s right, two could play this game. You smiled victoriously.
“How do you feel about going to the speakeasy a bit further downtown?” Wanda asks, finishing the rest of her wine. You mirror her actions, feeling the pleasant buzz under your skin.
You nod, and Wanda smiles at you, grabbing her clutch.
“I’ll be right back.”
Watching her leave to find the waiter, you wait anxiously. You can just barely see her across the restaurant, her red hair glowing slightly in the warm lighting. She’s exchanging low words with the waiter, before he gestures over towards your table. Two sets of eyes turn towards you, one apologetic and the other unreadable.
You’re focused on the green pair, barely noticing the cash Wanda hands the waiter as a tip.
She advances slowly, moving through the restaurant as her gaze never leaves yours. “Darling…” she says when she reaches your seat, her hand on your shoulder. It’s firm, not painful, but her fingers dig in just enough to express how she’s feeling.
“Surprise,” you say, smiling up at her. You’re proud of yourself; your voice didn’t even waver. Standing, you bite your lip as you gaze at her, assessing her expression.
She reveals nothing, her hand snaking around your waist and guiding you toward the front door. What would normally be a comforting action sends pleasant shivers down your spine.
Wanda remains silent all the way to the car, opening the passenger door and ushering you in. Sliding into the driver's seat, she starts the car before letting out a breath.
“Explain.”
“I wanted to treat you for once,” you say stubbornly. You might as well have crossed your arms and pouted, but you didn’t.
Looking at you, Wanda sighs. “Darling, why do you always fight me on this topic?”
You don’t answer, looking out of your window as Wanda begins backing up the car, the low hum of the engine comforting. The city flashes before you as she drives, people milling about, and different lights hitting your eyes.
“Sweetheart,” Wanda says, something in her tone telling you to turn and look at her. “You know that I appreciate it when you want to pay for me, don’t you?”
You furrow your brow. “I… well, I always thought it just annoyed you.”
“It does annoy me,” Wanda shoots a look at you. “But, that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate what you’re trying to do.”
Then, she sighs. “In this relationship, you do so much for me. One of the only ways I feel that I can take care of you is by paying and making sure you don’t have to worry about anything financially. Do you understand?”
“I- but I don’t do that much for you?”
Wanda laughs then, the sound surprising you. “Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea, do you?”
Shaking your head, you watch her as you wait for an explanation.
“Lift up the hem of your dress.”
It’s a command, and you blink at the sudden turn of events. Still, you know better than to disobey Wanda. Slowly, you drag the hem up until the tops of your thighs are revealed.
“Spread your legs.”
“Wanda…”
She shoots you a look. You spread your legs.
“Touch yourself.”
At that, you suck in a breath. Trailing your fingers down, you collect some of your arousal on your fingertips, surprised at how wet you are. Then, you begin circling your clit, nice and slow, just the way Wanda likes it.
“Good girl. Keep doing that.”
Wanda smiles, glancing down at your fingers every so often as she makes her way out of the city. You want to ask about the speakeasy, but choose to remain silent. She seems to be proving a point somehow, and you wait for her to explain.
“We’re going home, where I’m going to make us some drinks and you’re going to sit on my lap while we make a new rule. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Smiling at that, Wanda reaches over, placing a hand on your thigh. It makes your skin buzz hotly, and you resist the urge to circle your clit faster.
“This is one of many things you do for me, darling. Your submission is everything to me, and you offer it so willingly. I’ve been able to freely express my dominant side with you, and you’ve never judged me for the things I desire in a sexual dynamic. You were made for me.”
You nod, realization creeping into your mind. Wanda isn’t finished.
“You have your job, which I allowed because I know how happy it makes you, and I want you to have a life outside of me. As much as I would like to keep you for myself, I know how much you adore that bookshop. At home, you cook for me, not because I’ve asked you to, but because you genuinely enjoy cooking. That is something you provide for me.”
Wanda quirks an eyebrow at you. “When I get home, what is the first thing you do?”
Blushing, you respond, your words slightly breathy. “I take your coat and purse, give you a kiss, and walk with you to your home office while you tell me about your day.”
Nodding, Wanda continues. “That is another thing you provide for me, sweetheart.”
She continues to list things, small, mundane things that you hadn’t considered to be a big deal. Evidently, they meant the world to Wanda. The way you helped her with laundry, when you’d rub her shoulders after a long meeting, make her a drink in the evening, and especially when you’d follow her orders.
“Like I said, you were made for me. You do so much for our relationship.”
“So do you,” you protest, stopping yourself from saying more when she shoots a sharp look your way.
“One of the main ways I feel that I can contribute and take care of you in this relationship is with my income. You know I make a lot, darling, I’ve never hidden that from you. I work long days so that I can come home and make your life comfortable.”
“Oh,” you say, finally understanding.
“Please, darling. Let me use my money on you. That’s why I work so hard.”
You nod, unable to speak as you realize why Wanda was so insistent on paying for everything.
“I see you finally understand,” Wanda says, glancing down again. “Go faster.”
Blinking, you circle your clit faster, biting your lip at the pleasure it brings. You take a deep, shuddering breath, sure that you’re leaking through your dress. The air in the car becomes warm, and the next time that Wanda looks at you, her pupils are blown.
“Keep going,” she murmurs, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. “If you cum before we get home, your punishment will be worse.”
You whine, nodding as you keep your pace. You try desperately to think of anything other than the woman seated beside you, her grip firm on your thigh as you feel your pleasure building.
The fingers on your thigh grip harshly as you slow your pace slightly, trying to stave off your incoming orgasm.
“What did I say?” Wanda hisses, her eyes glancing sharply at you.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry… what?”
You shudder, feeling little bolts of pleasure crashing through you. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“Hmm,” Wanda pretends to think, watching as you increase your pace again. “I don’t think that’s a strong enough title, do you?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
Wanda smiles, satisfied. “Good girl. Keep going. Please your Mistress.”
You let out a low moan at her words, feeling your pleasure increase tenfold as she calls herself that title. You try to stop it, your orgasm. But Wanda is talking, telling you that you’re doing so well for her as her fingers slowly inch up your thigh, her vanilla scent engulfing you as your muscles spasm, white-hot pleasure overtaking you.
You fingers stall, your orgasm coursing through you as your clit pulses. Wanda makes a noise, her fingers grabbing yours and moving them back to your raw clit. “Did I tell you to stop?”
“No, I’m sorry, Mistress.”
Continuing, you let your fingers wring every last drop of pleasure from you, aware of the fact that you’ve just made your punishment worse. You truly couldn’t help it. I mean, it’s not your fault that your wife was insanely hot and her words were able to bring you to orgasm, was it?
You’re working your way up to a second orgasm when Wanda pulls into the driveway of your shared home. As the garage shuts behind you, she turns the engine off, her hand grabbing yours and gently pulling it away from your swollen clit.
Wrapping her fingers around your wrist, Wanda brings your hand to her lips, maintaining eye contact with you as she sucks the arousal off of your fingers.
“I can smell your arousal,” she murmurs, releasing your fingers with a soft pop. “I’m going to get changed. By the time I come back, I want you nude and kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, with two drinks in your hands. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.” You watch her exit the car and round the side to open your door.
Wanda disappears into the bedroom, and you quickly make your way to the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients to make Wanda’s favourite cocktail.
It isn’t long before you’re finished, garnishing each drink with a maraschino cherry. You walk carefully to the living room, setting the drinks on two coasters near the couch. Wanda didn’t like it when you forgot about the coasters. You didn’t blame her, all of the furniture in your home was expensive, much of it was hand-crafted.
Stripping out of your beautiful dress, you fold it neatly and place it on the chair nearby, your heels sitting next to it. You remove all of your jewelry, except for the permanent gold chain around your neck.
Grabbing the drinks, you kneel in front of the couch, facing the cushions. It’s a position that Wanda had trained into you, and you’re well aware of the wetness clinging to your center as you wait.
Footsteps sound out, heels clicking towards you. As much as you want to, you don’t dare turn from your position, knowing that Wanda liked the thrill of suspense.
“I hope you enjoyed that orgasm in the car,” Wanda says, stepping around you to sit on the couch. Your mouth waters as she comes into view. “It will be your only orgasm tonight.”
Your eyes snap up to hers, but you remain silent, her eyes hard and unforgiving. The lingerie set she’s wearing is gorgeous, all black with a lacy corset. There are accents of dark red throughout the whole piece, and you can feel yourself getting worked up as you take her in.
Wanda’s hand grabs one of the glasses, sipping from it as she makes a small noise of appreciation. Setting it to the side, she grabs the cherry and pops it in her mouth, before she leans forward to grab your jaw.
“Open.”
You can smell the cherry and sharp hints of alcohol on her tongue, and you obey. Wanda’s fingers reach into your glass, grabbing the cherry and bringing it to your parted lips. She rubs it over your top lip first, then your bottom lip. You remain still, watching her eyes as she slowly presses the cherry onto your tongue.
“Chew and swallow, dear.”
You obey, looking into her eyes as you do so.
Wanda smirks, satisfied with your obedience. She grabs your glass, tapping her knees in a silent command as she brings the glass to your lips. You rest your hands on the tops of your thighs, palms facing up as she tips the glass forward, the sweet drink flowing into your mouth.
She has you drink until the glass is empty, your stomach warm from the alcohol and lips buzzing from the way she’d wiped them with her fingers once she was done. Wanda sits back, watching your flushed face as she sips on her own drink.
“There is going to be a new rule implemented, darling.”
You nod, tilting your head slightly.
“When we are together, I will pay for everything. If you wish to make a purchase, you will talk to me beforehand. You know how I hate it when you disobey or trick me in public.” Wanda’s eyes soften. “Occasionally, you can buy some things when we are together, I won’t deny you that. But, let me take care of you, okay?”
You nod. The decision is easy now that you know the real reason why Wanda was so insistent on paying for everything. Besides, it was nice to be taken care of.
“Good girl.”
Wanda finishes her drink, setting it next to your glass. “You know that I have to punish you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.” You hang your head slightly, wondering what type of punishment Wanda has planned. Strong fingers grip your chin, wrenching your head up.
“You know why, don’t you?”
“Because I went behind your back, Mistress.”
Wanda’s eyes flash, a pleased smile adorning her face. “Exactly, sweetheart. You know that what you did was wrong, and you know how I hate it when you are dishonest with me.”
At that, Wanda stands, still gripping your face as you crane your neck to look up at her. “Who owns you?”
“You do, Mistress.”
Wanda’s fingers tighten on your jaw, forcing your mouth open. She spits, letting her saliva drip into your mouth, and you swallow obediently.
“Crawl,” she commands, before turning and walking slowly to the bedroom.
You obey, your eyes glued to the sway of her backside as her footsteps click down the hallway. The hallway is carpeted, something you’re grateful for as you crawl behind Wanda. You can feel your arousal running down your inner thighs as you crawl, and sharp arousal mixed with soft humiliation mixes deep inside you.
You reflect on your choices as you crawl, satisfaction that Wanda had finally explained why she liked to pay working its way through you, even as regret pools in your stomach. You truly hated going behind Wanda’s back, and although it was meant as a thoughtful surprise, you now understood why it meant so much to Wanda to take care of you financially.
Wanda stops, wordlessly pointing at the bed. You blink, having not realized that you’d made it to the bedroom already. You follow Wanda’s instructions, crawling onto the bed as she shuts the door behind you, a few warm lamps lighting the room.
“Sometimes I forget…” Wanda begins, sauntering back over to the bed, a glint in her eye. “I forget that good girls like you need discipline to keep them in line, isn’t that right?”
You nod.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Wanda’s eyes hardened. “Yes, Mistress… what?”
“I-” your eyes dart around the room, unsure of what Wanda wants you to say. The woman reached behind you, grabbing two velcro cuffs and attaching them to your wrists while you fumble for an answer.
“What do good girls need, sweetheart?” Wanda finally says, testing the cuffs to make sure they’re secure but not too tight.
“Oh, um. Good girls need their Mistresses to discipline them to remind them of their place.” You turn to look at Wanda, hopeful that you’ve supplied the correct answer. Wanda smiles at you, tracing a finger down your face as she nods.
“Very good,” she murmurs, grabbing a piece of metal and attaching your wrists together on your lap. You know that you can’t escape, so you don’t even test the strength of the restraints; you just watch Wanda.
Tapping your lower back, Wanda urges you into position. “On your knees, ass up, darling. I want your arms straight up so your face is on the mattress.”
You obey, stretching your arms out and presenting your backside. Wanda’s hand lands on the back of your head, ensuring that you stay in place, before she strokes your hair and trails her fingers down your spine. Her lips caress your ear, her vanilla scent washing over you as she whispers, “Count for me.”
You barely have time to question it before a resounding crack echoes through the room. You register the pain a second later, a burning sensation multiplying the humiliation and arousal inside you.
“One, Mistress.”
Wanda is relentless, using her hand first, until you no longer squirm when she spanks you. She lets out a frustrated noise as your voice remains steady, stalking over to the closet and emerging with more toys.
“I want to see you break,” she hisses, grabbing the roots of your hair and twisting your head until your wide eyes meet hers. She relishes the wide look of anticipation and trepidation on your face, before she roughly shoves your face back into the mattress, one hand steadying your back while the other raises a paddle and brings it down sharply with a twist of her wrist.
“T- twenty-three, Mistress,” you moan, feeling tears form in your eyes as your head starts to become fuzzy. This was the headspace that you loved the most, and Wanda knew just how to get you there.
Wanda resumes, switching between the paddle and a soft cane, the low whistle in the air before it strikes you, causing your arousal to spike.
“God, I love how much of a masochist you are,” Wanda says, her voice slightly raspy. “You’ll take anything I give you, won’t you, darling?”
“Yes, Mistress,” you say, your voice slightly muffled from the way your face is pressed into the mattress.
Wanda delivers one final blow, the crack jolting your body forward as your fingers grip the comforter tightly, a muffled sob sounding out. Her cool fingers gently trail over your raw, red ass, her voice whispering in your ear, “Color?”
“Yellow, Mistress,” you moan. “I just need a moment.”
“Good girl,” she responds, rubbing your backside for a moment before walking back into the closet to retrieve more toys, letting you catch your breath.
She remains in the closet for a suspiciously long time, but you don’t dare raise your head. You can hear her rummaging around, her heels making a soft thud on the carpet as she returns, the weight of the bed shifting as she deposits whatever items she collected.
There are some more noises, near the foot of the bed, and you feel yourself craning to hear what she might be doing.
“Turn around, darling,” Wanda commands. “On your knees, facing the headboard.”
“Yes, Mistress,” you mumble, quickly following her order. You can feel her attaching cuffs of some sort to your ankles, and you realize that you’ve been restrained with a spreader bar. Flexing your ankles for a moment, you realize that you’re well and truly stuck. It sends a rush of arousal through you.
“You like this, don’t you,” Wanda murmurs, dragging a finger through your dripping slit, an appreciative moan telling you that she licked your juices from her finger.
You can’t do much but whimper, hearing her chuckle from behind you.
The feeling of something thick prodding at you makes your heart stutter for a moment, before you feel Wanda’s fingers spreading lube all over what you presume to be a dildo. She makes sure to spread some on you as well, her fingers scissoring inside you as she ensures you’re well lubricated.
There’s a click, and then you hear the soft hum of machinery. A thick dildo presses against you, and you moan as you feel it start to penetrate you.
“Hold still,” Wanda commands, and you obey, feeling her adjusting the machine. The dildo presses deep inside you, hitting that spot inside you that causes pleasure to bloom, and you groan into the mattress.
“Perfect.”
Wanda rounds the bed, the machine slowly thrusting her favorite dildo deep inside you, the sounds of your wet pussy being slowly fucked sending her own arousal soaring. She grips your hair again, pulling your head up to admire the glassy look in your eyes. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“I- mmmph,” you manage, your eyes gazing into hers, not a thought behind them.
Chuckling, Wanda presses a button on the remote, the dildo moving slightly faster. Your mouth opens, your cheeks coloring further as a deep flush emerges.
God, it feels amazing. Wanda’s cool hands on your cheeks as your body is set alight with pleasure. She’s moving, pulling off her lingerie as she manoeuvres herself to sit against the headboard.
You can smell her, so you drop your gaze down to her perfect pussy, licking your lips at the glistening arousal you find there.
“Go on,” Wanda’s voice cuts through the haze. She clicks the remote again, the dildo fucking you faster and deeper. “Make Mommy feel good.”
At that, you dive in, not needing to be told twice. Eating Wanda out was something you’d never tire of. She smelled divine, and tasted even better. You’d told her once that you thought she compared to the nectar of the Gods, and she’d been so pleased that she allowed you to eat her out during an entire workday from home. It had been one of the best days of your life.
“Oh, fuck,” Wanda breathes out, feeling your tongue expertly wrap around her clit, stimulating her in that perfect way of yours. Her hand makes its way to your hair, gripping tightly. It would be uncomfortable, but you loved the pain as she pulled on your roots slightly, pushing your face further into her.
Your hands are still uselessly cuffed together, but your fingers manage to find Wanda’s nipples. You pinch them in that way she likes so much, and you feel her clit pulse beneath your tongue.
Wanda has never been very vocal during sex, but you’ve learned how to read her all the same. You can feel her breath stutter beneath your fingers, and you continue to stimulate her nipples, rolling and pinching until her muscles twitch. She subconsciously thrusts harder into your mouth, and you eagerly accept.
When she comes, it’s quietly, with a low moan and her fingers gripping your hair like she never wants to let you go. You moan with her, your pleasure building as the dildo continues to fuck you slowly, sliding in and out of you until your brain can’t focus on anything else.
“Fuck,” Wanda whispers, pulling your head up to gaze at you. “I want to fill you up, darling.”
Your eyes widen, but you nod, the pleasure making your mind fuzzy. Wanda knows this. She knows how easy you are to manipulate and follow her every word when you’re desperate to cum.
Smirking, Wanda caresses your cheek for a brief moment before she slides out from under you, grabbing another toy from the nightstand.
It’s a beautiful buttplug, made of pure gold with a dark red gem at the end. It’s one of Wanda’s favorites, and you like it well enough. It’s not too big, just enough to stretch you out and make you feel full, and you love it when Wanda claims every part of you.
“Relax, baby,” Wanda murmurs, gently squeezing some lube onto your ass. You obey her, the pleasure from the dildo making your muscles weak. Wanda presses on the remote again, the dildo fucking you faster, pleasure erupting inside you.
Slowly, Wanda inserts the buttplug. You can feel the stretch, the slight burn as the thickest part of the plug makes it past your rim, the sensation of being full making you pant and moan.
“You like that, don’t you? You like it when I claim every one of your holes, hmm?” Wanda asks, twisting the buttplug so it’s covered in lube as she slowly inserts it.
“Yes, Mistress,” you moan, bucking your hips into her hand. This causes the dildo to fuck deeper inside you, and you practically melt into the mattress, your muscles going limp from pleasure.
Wanda chuckles, inserting the buttplug fully and relishing the way you whine at the fullness you feel. She admires you for a moment, the dark red gem glinting back at her as your arousal drips down your thighs while the machine fucks you relentlessly.
Grabbing a soft towel, Wanda slips it underneath you, grabbing your ass when she’s finishes and kneading your hot flesh. You moan, full twinges of pain only adding to your pleasure. You can feel an orgasm starting to emerge, your heart racing as pleasure builds within you.
“Do you want to cum?” Wanda asks, her voice sounding out next to your ear.
You moan in response, too weak to do much else.
“Aww,” Wanda coos, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. “My pet is too dumb to respond correctly, isn’t she?”
Her words reverberate around your skull, the warm vanilla scent engulfing you as your mind grows hazier. You can’t offer much other than soft whimpers and moans, your head turning to tearfully look at your Mistress.
“Well,” Wanda begins, her hands caressing your sore backside harshly. “Since you can’t form a correct response, I suppose I’ll have to punish you.”
You would protest, but you can barely think of any words to say. Wanda’s hand comes down, gentler than her strikes before, but the impact on your already red ass makes you yelp, your mind breaking fully.
Wanda is gentle, but persistent. She spanks you in a rhythm you can’t decipher, unable to anticipate when she’ll strike next. It thrills you, and sends your mind deep into that vanilla headspace you’ve grown to love. Pain mixes with pleasure, the dildo fucking you slowly enough that you feel your orgasm growing, but never quite enough to tip you over the edge.
“P-please,” you manage, after you feel yourself edge again, Wanda monitoring your body’s reactions and slowing the dildo down whenever you grow too close to an orgasm.
“Use your words, darling. Full sentences."
“I-,” you moan loudly, the dildo speeding up.
“Pathetic,” Wanda murmurs, her hand grabbing your hair and yanking your head up. Green eyes meet glazed ones, and she smirks. “You can’t even beg properly anymore, you’re completely mine, aren't you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” you moan, unable to say anything else.
“Good girl,” Wanda releases your hair, letting your head press into the mattress weakly. She clicks the remote again, the dildo fucking you harder than before, the sound of your arousal making it’s way to your ears as you feel pleasure growing once again.
Your orgasm is close, your knuckles white as you grip the pillow, your muscles tense. You’re so close, and Wanda knows it.
“Tell me, darling,” Wanda begins, sitting next to you, stroking your back gently as the dildo fucks punishingly into you. “What lesson did you learn today?”
“I- um… to… to let you, mmphh fuck, to let you pay for me…”
Wanda smiles. “Exactly.” Then, she stands, reaching back to slowly grab the buttplug, pressing it even further into you. You moan, a broken, weak sound that makes Wanda pulse with need.
“You’re going to obey me.” Wanda pulls the buttplug slightly out, before slamming it back into you. “You will never question me or go behind my back again, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” you yelp, moaning as you feel your orgasm creep closer.
“Oh, sweetheart, you know I just want to take care of you, right?” Wanda’s voice is sickly sweet. “That’s all I want. And you just need to learn your place.”
You nod frantically, your submissiveness clicking firmer into place, your role reestablished in your mind.
“Yes, Mistress,” you moan. “I know my place, I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll never disobey you again.”
“I doubt that,” Wanda murmurs to herself, before smiling at your wrecked form. “One more edge, baby, then we can be done for the night.”
You nod, moaning as Wanda clicks the remote higher, the dildo fucking you faster and rougher than it had previously. You’re almost overwhelmed with pleasure, Wanda’s hands on your face and ass, her presence everywhere. You love it.
“I- m gonna…”
Wanda clicks the remote, the dildo stopping immediately.
You moan in slight frustration, feeling your arousal leaking around the dildo as it drips down your thighs. Everything happens in a haze, Wanda removing the dildo from you and slowly taking your buttplug out. She unclips your restraints, leaving you boneless on the bed as you embrace the comfortable haze in your mind.
The shower is nice, warm, and smelling of vanilla as Wanda washes your body and hair, whispering sweet things into your ear while you slump against her. It’s not until you’re wrapped up underneath the covers that you finally begin to emerge from that comfortable headspace, your limbs entangled with your wife’s.
“I love you, darling. Thank you for your trust in me.”
“You always make good decisions for us,” you say, yawning slightly and burrowing further into her. “I love you, too.”
Wanda smiles, making a contented noise as you hear her breathing start to grow softer.
“Hey, Wands?”
“Hmm.”
“I’m paying for ice cream tomorrow.”
And with that, you ignore the soft, happy sigh your wife lets out, letting her vanilla scent engulf you completely.
You were the only one who resisted her. So Wanda built a world where you couldn’t.
A 1950s dream set. A camera that never stops rolling. Red lipstick. A smile that isn’t yours. And behind it all her. Watching. Directing. Worshipping. Breaking you, slowly, sweetly, completely.
Magical restraints. Praise whispered against your ear. Her mouth between your thighs. Her magic inside you.
You moaned her name. You begged. And when the script finally tore apart, so did you.
A soft, peppy jingle, a mix of piano and glockenspiel, skipping along in a 3/4 time signature like a housewife's humming. The melody is so chipper it’s almost eerie, like it’s smiling through clenched teeth. It wraps around you like perfume, something synthetic, syrupy, and a little too strong.
“Aaaand… action!”
The voice is crisp, masculine, omnipresent, like a husband behind the curtain.
You smile.
It snaps into place without resistance, stretching your cheeks, baring your teeth like you’ve spent a lifetime doing this. Your lips part in a perfectly rehearsed line as the camera blinks red and the light above you hums to life.
You're standing in the middle of what looks like a sparkling mid-century bathroom, all pastel tile and chrome fixtures. The walls are painted mint green, the tub behind you the color of robin's egg candy. There’s a lace trimmed shower curtain, a stack of fluffy white towels, and a small display table covered in makeup you’ve never purchased but instinctively know how to use.
Your reflection is caught in a wall-mounted mirror edged in glittering gold trim. Your hair is curled into perfect Victory rolls, pinned with soft pink barrettes. A neat silk bow is tied at the base of your throat, matching your powder blue housecoat and pearl earrings. You look like a catalog model. A mannequin. A promise.
You blink once. You don’t remember getting dressed.
“When you want lips worth kissing…” Your voice comes out airy and sweet, the kind of tone designed to soothe egos and sell dreams.
You hold up a lipstick, sleek and gold with a crimson label. It shines like a weapon dressed as jewelry.
“Wear Scarlet Kiss.”
Canned laughter echoes in the air like a commandment from above.
You feel yourself lean into it, your posture tipping just enough to push your breasts forward under the robe, back foot arched to show the soft heel of your slipper.
The script continues, whether you want it to or not.
“It’s kiss-proof… husband-proof… and confidence-approved!”
You turn toward the mirror and smile again, this time directly into your reflection. The mirror doesn’t reflect the camera behind you, or the boom mic operator, or the director. Just you. You and that shimmering smear of red.
The smile in the mirror twitches, but only for a second.
You uncap the lipstick and begin to apply it in soft, slow strokes, sensual, practiced, like you’ve been trained. You hear the ad copy in your own voice, like a ghost line
“Let your lips say I’m yours, without saying a word.”
The lipstick glides on cool and waxy. It smells faintly of mint and something else, iron? Metal? You can’t tell.
The camera pans closer.
You tilt your chin automatically, hands folding at your waist. The ring on your left hand flashes, you don’t remember getting married, but the diamond winks like it does.
“With one swipe of Scarlet Kiss… you’ll go from housewife—”
You strike a soft, pouting pose.
“…to heartbreaker.”
Another kiss blown to the lens. Another fake giggle. Another round of laughter that doesn’t sound like it came from anywhere real.
You’re aware of the heat of the lights. The ache of your smile. The scent of hair spray curling in the air like smoke. But you keep performing. Keep glowing.
Because that’s what good girls do.
“Scarlet Kiss. For when you want to leave a mark…”
You pause. You look into the camera. You don’t blink.
“…without leaving the room.”
Cut.
The silence slams down like a tomb door.
The lights dim. The music stops. The air thickens. The soundstage freezes mid-scene like a dream caught in glass.
You exhale, your first real breath in what feels like hours. Maybe days.
You’re no longer smiling. Not really. But your lips are still curved, like muscle memory won’t let go.
Your hands lower to your sides, heavy now.
Your reflection in the mirror lingers for a moment longer than it should.
You’re the only thing moving.
Everyone else remains still. The cameraman’s eyes are wide, staring, unblinking. The boom mic girl’s arms are locked above her head. She smiles too hard, her cheeks frozen in a rictus that’s not joy, not anymore.
They all look perfect. But plastic.
Your gaze shifts to the details… the way the pearls around your neck dig in too tightly. The seam of your robe riding up your thigh, though you didn’t move. The way your heels seem bolted to the studio floor.
Something is wrong.
But it’s wrapped in pink tissue paper and sprayed with rosewater. So you don’t fight it. Not yet.
Your mouth tastes like copper. Your teeth ache. You reach up to touch your lips, but your fingers hesitate mid air.
Something's watching.
Click. Click. Click.
Heels. Sharp. Slow. Measured, like a heartbeat drawn out for pleasure.
The sound cuts through the silence like a red slash on cream wallpaper.
You freeze, not from fear, not exactly. It’s something closer to submission. Recognition. Like you’ve been trained.
And then she appears.
Wanda.
Not from backstage. Not from the wings. From somewhere deeper.
Like she stepped through a different show entirely.
She’s dressed like the producer of a dream. Scarlet skirt suit, heels like razors, nail polish clinging to every perfect finger. A clipboard tucked under her arm, a fountain pen dipped in metaphor. She moves with the certainty of a woman who owns everything she sees.
And she sees you.
Your knees soften at her gaze. You want to stand taller, you can’t. You want to ask her something, you don’t.
She stops in front of you and smiles, all teeth and velvet.
“There she is,” Wanda says, voice like warm cherry syrup. “My little runaway.”
You flinch. The term echoes. It means something. You don’t know what.
She reaches forward, her fingers cool against your chin, tilting your face up.
“You don’t remember, do you?”
You shake your head. not because you’re denying. Because you don’t know what else to do.
She leans in. “You used to fight me.”
The words don’t compute. But your chest tightens. She laughs softly, indulgent. Not mocking. Almost fond.
“You were the only one who didn’t bend. I thought about breaking you.”
“But this?” She gestures around the perfect pastel room. “This is better.”
Her voice dips low.
“Now you’ll break yourself. And thank me when you do.”
The lights above you flicker.
The set begins to shift, the walls dissolving into static and reforming into a kitchen. Your robe darkens from blue to crimson. Your shoes change. The ring on your hand grows bigger.
Your lipstick reapplies itself with a kiss of red mist.
You sway. And Wanda?
She claps once, and the music restarts like it never stopped.
“Places, darling.”
She tilts her head. Smiles that quiet, perfect smile.
“It’s time for your next commercial.”
Wanda leads you off set like she’s walking her prize.
One hand on the small of your back. One finger curled around the edge of your silk belt. She doesn’t tug, not yet. You follow her anyway.
The soundstage dissolves behind you, scenery melting into static and dark. No crew. No cameras. Just shadows, glassy red light, and the soft click of her heels echoing into nowhere.
“You walked out once,” she says softly, without looking back. “Tried to leave me. Can you believe that?”
Your pulse skips.
You don't remember it, but your body does. A phantom sting on your wrist. Cold pavement. The smell of ozone.
Running.
You glance down at your feet. They're moving. You don’t remember choosing to walk.
She opens a door. Not a real one, it’s a prop, just a painted wooden frame on wheels. But when she pushes it open, the world shifts.
The other side is velvet.
Not red, black. Deep, endless, soft as fog.
The floor is carpeted like an old theater. The lighting is low. Just one long dressing mirror, ringed in bulbs that pulse gently, like a heartbeat.
And in the middle, a single vanity chair. Gilded. Waiting.
She gestures. You hesitate.
Her fingers trace a lazy circle in the air, and you feel it, warmth wrapping around your ankles. A pull. Gentle. Insistent.
You sit.
She stands behind you in the mirror. One hand slides through your hair. The other brushes your neck.
Your breath stutters. You’re still in costume, your reflection shows you that, but the seams have shifted. Your housewife robe is open at the chest. Your stockings are torn. Your lipstick is untouched, but your lips feel used.
You don’t speak. Not yet. You don’t know how.
“Look at you,” she whispers. “You’re already halfway gone, and I haven’t even touched you properly.”
She trails one hand down your collarbone. Not touching skin, but hovering just close enough for the magic to buzz across the surface. Your muscles jump.
You clench your thighs. “Still trying to resist?” she murmurs. “Even now? After everything?”
She smiles like a woman watching a tide roll in. “You don’t remember what you said to me, do you?”
You shake your head. Slowly. Dazed.
“You looked me in the eye,” she says, “and told me to get out of your head.”
“So I built a world where you could live in mine.”
The mirror flickers. The bulbs dim. Your reflection shivers.
Her hands rise, and red light glows at her fingertips. Warm at first, like candlelight. Then hotter. Heavy.
You feel it wind around your wrists, not rope. Not metal. Something softer. Like thread made of heat and desire.
Your arms lift without your permission. Hovering in the air. Palms up, body open.
“You fight so beautifully,” she says. “But you obey even better.”
She walks around you now, circling like you're on display. Like you’re hers.
“You tried to be strong,” she says. “And I adored that.”
“But I love you like this.”
Her hand rests on your thigh.
You exhale a shaky breath. Your knees part, just slightly. The air shivers between your skin and hers. Her touch hasn’t landed. Not yet.
But your body already aches.
She leans in. Her breath grazes your cheek.
“Do you want to say something, sweetheart?”
You try. A choked sound. That’s all.
She taps your lips with one finger. The magic pulses.
“Muted again? Oh no. Not yet.”
Her fingers brush down your chest. Your body arches forward, restrained by nothing but will, and the strings she's tightening with every word.
“Let me give you your voice back,” she purrs. “But this time, I want to hear you beg.”
The air stills.
Wanda’s fingers slide beneath your jaw, lifting your chin just enough to make your throat feel exposed. Your arms are still suspended mid-air, wrists bound by glowing red bands of her power, humming softly like enchanted silk. Your shoulders ache, just faintly. But it’s the ache between your thighs that’s louder. Deeper.
“Come on, sweetheart,” she whispers, eyes fixed on your mouth. “You can do it. Just a little begging for me.”
Her thumb brushes over your bottom lip. A surge of her magic pulses through it, hot and electric, and suddenly your mouth is yours again.
And all you can do is breathe… “Please.”
She tilts her head, amused. Her smile curves slow and wicked.
“Oh, honey. That’s such a good start.”
Her hand drops from your face. Her fingers trail down your chest, your stomach, grazing lightly, never quite enough, until they hover between your legs. You’re already soaked. You know it. She knows it.
But she doesn’t touch you yet.
Instead, her power winds tighter around your wrists, spreading like vines, down your arms, around your waist, curling beneath your thighs. You feel yourself lifted slightly from the chair, legs opening at her command. Your body arches forward, presented.
Offered.
Her magic holds you wide, helpless, on display.
And Wanda?
Wanda drops to her knees.
She looks up at you like you’re the altar and she’s come to worship.
“You’re so pretty like this,” she breathes, hands sliding up your thighs, slow and reverent. “Open. Aching. Needing.”
You can’t speak. Not again. Her magic has taken your words and turned them to gasps.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to touch you like this?” she asks. “To hear you moan for me instead of screaming no?”
Her teeth scrape gently along your inner thigh, not hard. Just enough to make your hips jump. Her red magic tightens in response, holding you still, restraining every twitch, every tremble, every desperate thrust of your hips that your body tries to make.
“Nuh-uh, sweet girl,” she coos. “You don’t move unless I say so.”
You whimper.
She kisses your inner thigh, then higher. Then higher. Then….
Her tongue presses to your clit.
You convulse, but the magic holds you firm.
The heat is unbearable, wet, skilled, soft and slow at first, and the magic doesn’t just hold you. It pulses with you. Every flick of Wanda’s tongue sends red-glowing pleasure across your nerves, enhancing everything, doubling the sensation.
Your body starts to shake.
“Oh, fuck,” Wanda murmurs into you, voice thick and low. “You taste better than I imagined.”
She doesn’t stop. She doesn’t rush. She licks and sucks and hums softly into you, like your body is her favorite song.
Your moans are muffled behind clenched teeth. Your fingers twitch uselessly against the restraints.
“That’s it,” she whispers. “That’s my girl. Moan for me. Come on, let me hear you.”
The pressure builds, deep and hot and unbearable.
You’re so close
“No.” She pulls away.
Your scream catches in your throat, not pain. Denial. The ache surges. Your legs tremble violently in the magical grip.
She looks up, mouth wet, pupils blown wide with hunger.
“Did I say you could come?” she asks sweetly. “You don’t get to come until I say.”
You whimper. Sob. Nod frantically.
“Good girl,” she purrs. “You’re learning.”
She stands.
And suddenly the magic shifts, spins you gently in the air and sets you kneeling on the floor, back arched, arms still bound behind you. The position is humiliating. Beautiful. Offered.
Wanda watches. She drinks it in.
“Look at you. All that fire, and now you're kneeling just like I dreamed.”
“Do you feel how good you’re being?”
You nod. A tear slips down your cheek, from frustration or arousal, you’re not sure.
She brushes it away with her thumb.
“You used to fight so hard. Now look at you. Dripping for me. Whimpering because I didn’t let you come.”
“And you love it, don’t you?”
Your voice cracks.
“Yes—Wanda—yes, I love it—please, please—”
She hums.
“I know you do, baby. I made this whole world for you. Just so I could have you like this.”
Her fingers press between your legs again, this time inside.
You scream.
She pumps slowly, curling her fingers, magic sparking along your spine in tandem. The air pulses red. The mirror shimmers. You swear you hear the echo of applause.
She fucks you slow at first, murmuring praise between every thrust.
“So good for me.”
“So tight, baby, taking me so well.”
“You were made for this. For me.”
Your orgasm builds again, fast, blinding. You cry out. You can’t stop it.
“Wanda, please—”
“Not yet.”
She pulls out again.
You sob, gasping, desperate. Every nerve in your body begs for release. You grind helplessly into the empty air, but the magic keeps you still.
“Please let me come—Wanda—please—”
She leans in close.
“I will,” she whispers, hot against your ear. “But not until I do.”
She sinks to her knees behind you, presses her body against yours, and wraps her arms around you from behind. You’re both kneeling, shaking, her mouth at your neck. Her fingers between your legs again.
Her lips graze the back of your ear as she whispers, “Now you’ll come with me.*”
And then? Her clothes melt off.
Not torn, not unbuttoned, simply dissolved by magic.
The tailored suit she wore moments ago flickers into embers, burning away from her skin without heat. A silk bra vanishes in a shimmer. Her gloves turn to smoke. Her heels clatter softly to the floor behind you.
She’s naked now, warm, golden, flushed with power.
You feel her chest press to your back, full and bare, nipples dragging against your skin as she wraps her arms tighter around you. Her thighs press against the backs of yours. Her breath hits your neck in short, heated bursts.
And then, you feel it,,, Something new. Something thick, pulsing, and hot pressed between your thighs, not a toy. Not fingers.
Her.
Her magic has shaped itself into something real, not illusion. Flesh. An extension of her desire. A slick, glowing red cock, alive with energy, radiating heat.
She groans low when it touches your soaked cunt, and her hips twitch forward, just enough to let it glide against your folds.
“Fuck…” she murmurs, her voice cracking. “You’re dripping.”
She rocks her hips forward, just a little, letting the tip slide over your clit, and your body jerks like it’s been hit with lightning. Your arms are still bound behind you in glowing red, your knees spread wide by threads of invisible power. You’re held there, open, aching, ready.
Wanda grits her teeth, lets out a low hiss through them.
“You're gonna take every inch of me, baby,” she rasps. “I made this just for you.”
You try to answer, but the only thing that escapes your throat is a moan. You're too far gone. Too empty. Too full of need.
And then she pushes inside.
You scream.
It’s too much. Too thick. Too hot. The magic hums around the length, vibrating through your walls like it’s keyed to your nerves. You clench automatically, your body trying to keep her in, to milk her, to never let her leave.
Behind you, Wanda groans, loud, primal, real.
“Ohh—fuck—baby—yes—fuck, you’re so tight, so fucking good—”
Her hands clamp down on your hips. Her thrusts begin slow, dragging every inch of her cock through you, letting you feel the shape of it, the way it pulses with her heartbeat and glows with power.
Her breath is ragged. Every thrust draws a deeper moan from her chest.
“You hear that, sweetheart?” she pants. “That’s me, fucking you. My magic. My body. You made me this hard, you made me need this—”
She drives into you again, harder this time.
Your head falls forward. You’re drooling, trembling, bound, soaked. Your clit is caught in her magic still, being rubbed in time with every movement.
You're on the edge again. You're beyond the edge.
“Oh, god—Wanda—please, I’m gonna—”
“No, you’re not. Not yet.”
She groans into your shoulder. Her pace quickens. She’s panting, grunting, sweating. Her cock twitches deep inside you with every thrust, glowing brighter.
Her eyes roll back. You catch it in the mirror, glowing red, then fluttering shut.
Her voice breaks. Her body locks. Her cock throbs violently inside you.
She comes with a cry, raw and beautiful, her whole frame trembling against your back as she spills into you. The magic ripples outward like a shockwave, sparking red lightning through the restraints, into your core.
And she doesn’t stop fucking you.
“Come now,” she snarls, biting at your neck. “Fucking come for me, baby. Now.”
The dam breaks.
You come so hard your vision whites out. Your voice is gone. Your body convulses against her cock, against her magic, against the force of her praise and pleasure and power.
You scream her name, again and again, hoarse, cracked, reverent.
“Wanda—fuck—Wanda—yes—”
You feel your cunt contract around her, pulsing, milking her. She moans again, softer this time, worn out, blissed out.
You collapse forward in her arms, gasping, boneless, utterly wrecked.
Her cock vanishes slowly, melting back into red mist as your body trembles with the aftershocks. She holds you close, forehead resting against your neck, both of you panting.
“That’s it,” she breathes. “Good fucking girl.”
She kisses your shoulder.
“Told you I’d make you melt for me.”
And god, you did.
You’re nothing but heat and ache and Wanda.
The world is still.
Magic crackles softly in the corners of the room like a forgotten flame, slowly fading to embers. The air is thick with sweat, breath, and the scent of Wanda’s power still clinging to your skin.
You’re on the floor, no longer bound, no longer floating. You’re just… here.
Your body hums in the echo of orgasm, skin flushed and trembling. Your thighs are still sticky with her. Your heart is trying to find its rhythm again.
You blink, dazed.
And then you feel her behind you, still bare, still warm, still quiet.
You don’t turn.
Not yet.
Because there’s something in the silence between you that holds, not with magic, but with need.
She exhales shakily.
“I didn’t mean to do that,” she whispers. “Not like that. Not that hard. Not—”
Her voice breaks. Just a little.
You feel her fingers ghost along your back, feather-light, like she’s afraid to touch you too firmly now that she’s already taken everything.
“You looked so perfect,” she says. “You always look perfect. I just—”
“I can’t lose you again.”
Your breath catches.
That’s the crack. That’s the truth behind the power.
You turn your head, slow, unsteady, and look over your shoulder at her.
And what you see wrecks you.
Wanda, on her knees. Hair mussed and clinging to damp skin. Cheeks flushed. Lips swollen. Chest rising and falling like she just ran through a storm. Her thighs slick, trembling, parted like she’s waiting for judgment.
But her eyes, god, her eyes.
Red at the edges. Not glowing. Not threatening. Just glassy.
She looks at you like she’s starving.
Not for power. Not for control. For you.
Your name leaves her lips in a whisper, barely spoken, reverent.
You turn fully now, crawling toward her, slow and aching. You kneel in front of her and reach up, shaking fingers threading through her auburn hair, pulling her toward you like there’s nothing else to hold on to in this world.
Your mouths crash together. It’s not careful. It’s desperate.
Lips colliding. Teeth clashing. Hot breaths caught between moans. Her hands on your waist. Your nails digging into her scalp. Your chest pressing against hers, skin sticking, hips trembling.
You gasp into her mouth.
She groans into yours.
“Fuck—” she pants. “You make me feel—”
Her words vanish against your lips again as you kiss her harder, as if kissing her deeper could burn the madness out of both of you.
She lays you back slowly onto the carpet, her body following yours down, hovering over you, elbows braced beside your head, hair falling around your face like a curtain.
You look up at her. She looks ruined.
Eyes wild. Lips parted. Breasts heaving above yours. One hand stroking your cheek like it can’t believe you’re still here.
You reach up and kiss her again, slower this time, but no less intense. Tongue sliding against hers, hips arching upward with instinct and heat.
“I want you again,” you whisper. That breaks her completely.
Wanda lets out a groan that vibrates down to your core. She kisses you like she’s apologizing, like she’s worshiping, like she’s burning.
Her hand slides between your legs, you’re still soaked.
“Still so wet for me,” she murmurs against your mouth. “You’re always wet for me now, aren’t you?”
You nod, whimpering.
“Say it,” she breathes.
“Yes—yes, Wanda—I’m wet for you—I need you—”
She shudders.
Her thighs squeeze together.
You slide your hands down her back, pulling her hips into yours, grinding. Her breath catches, and her lips part in a moan so raw it nearly brings you over the edge again.
She reaches down.
You feel the magic form between her legs again, but this time it’s slower. Warmer. It molds into her with a flicker of red, a thick, smooth shape that throbs gently, pulsing with her desire.
But she doesn’t rush.
She lines up against you, the head of her cock sliding between your folds, slicking it, and waits.
Her forehead rests against yours. Her breath hits your lips. Her eyes flutter open.
“Do you want me like this?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want your cock, Wanda—please—fuck me again—”
She pushes in.
You both cry out.
It’s slow. Intimate. Her hips pressing down against yours, her cock filling you inch by inch. You arch up, hands in her hair again, mouth open.
“You’re perfect,” she whispers. “You’re perfect, baby—taking me so well—fuck—”
You moan loudly, right into her ear.
She shakes.
“God—when you moan like that—fuck—do it again—”
You do.
You whimper her name against her skin, and she ruts forward, harder, unable to hold herself back anymore. Her rhythm breaks, messy, frantic, full of desperate need.
Her cock slams into you, harder, deeper, faster.
Your cries fill the room.
“Yes—fuck—Wanda—right there—please don’t stop—”
“I’m not stopping,” she gasps. “Not until you come again. Not until you scream for me.”
You do.
You scream.
She moans with you, hand sliding under your thigh, pulling your leg over her hip to drive even deeper.
“There she is,” she growls. “My sweet little perfect thing—mine—all fucking mine—”
Your body spirals. The pleasure is molten. Your hands dig into her back. Your vision blurs.
“Come for me.”
You break. You come hard, hips jerking up into her, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent cry.
Wanda isn’t far behind. “F-fuck—fuck, I’m gonna—oh god, baby—yes—”
Her moan breaks on a sob as she thrusts deep and comes inside you again, shaking, panting, her whole body trembling over yours.
Silence again. But not empty.
She collapses onto you, arms pulling you close, burying her face in your neck as you both ride out the aftershocks.
“I love you,” she whispers. And you don’t even question it.
