Can Yall Just Like Or Reblog If Yall Are Polyam-safe Blogs

can y’all just… like or reblog if y’all are polyam-safe blogs

i love your writing! if you take requests could you do wandanat x reader soft smut but angsty in the beginning leading up to the smut, maybe mommy kinks involve? if not that’s completely okay!

We Still Worship this Love

Summary: You thought you had lost Wanda and Natasha forever. When they come back, you need them to prove to you they’re never leaving you ever again

Word Count: 6.5k words

Pair(s): Wanda Maximoff x female!reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warning(s): hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, dom/sub undertones, brief mentions of throwing up, mommy kink, praise kink, some degradation kink, submissive reader, strap-on sex (reader receiving), oral sex (reader receiving), mommy kink x2 lol, lots of dirty talk, strap-on blowjob (reader giving), lots of nipple play, cockwarming, choking, double penetration, spanking, Wanda using her powers on you but in a sexy way, let hope god doesn’t exist because otherwise I’m never making it into heaven

A/N: you asked and you shall receive! I’m sorry it took me so long!! I got way too invested and just kept on writing lol hope you enjoy it. Also my psychiatrist confirmed the other day I have mommy issues so let’s celebrate with the dirtiest smut I’ve written so far

Gone. They were gone. And there was nothing you could do about it.

You walked out of the reunion room, completely ignoring Steve calling out after you. You felt so drained, so detached from reality and its cruel ways. Your mind kept replaying the last time you saw them, just a month ago, kissing them goodbye and whispering “good luck” as you hugged them. And suddenly they were gone.

Natasha and Wanda had gone off on a mission to infiltrate a secret organization that was apparently creating guns that affected enhanced people. Apparently, because S.H.I.E.L.D. had no idea if it was true or not, they needed the confirmation before they could proceed. So Natasha had been chosen, since she was a spy and knew how to infiltrate places without being seen or noticed. And Wanda would never let any of you go on a mission alone, so she had gone with the redhead. But of course, as stubborn as you were, they were twice as much. You tried again and again to go with them, even asking Fury to greenlight it, but neither of your girlfriends would let you go and get into unnecessary danger if they could avoid it.

If only you would have fought more to get them to let you go with them… God only knew what would’ve happened. Maybe they would still be alive, or maybe you would’ve died with them. It was better than living without them.

Just this morning, right after breakfast, you had gotten the news that the building they were in had blown away, killing everyone in it. Luckily there were no surrounding apartments or neighborhoods around. But still, they had not contacted the base since they've been reached out, and so they concluded both Natasha and Wanda had died in the explosion.

You felt like throwing up.

You made it to your bedroom with shaky legs, eyes so blurry you could barely see what was happening two feet in front of you. You sat down in bed sobbing, before getting up and running to the bathroom, the entire breakfast leaving your body in minutes. You sat in the bathroom, back against the wall, and stared into space, memories of the two of them filling your mind until you felt like you were drowning. The bitter taste on your tongue made you feel repulsive, but you reminisced on it, feeling like it was your only tie to the world. After hours sitting there, hearing people knocking on your bedroom floor and crying, you decided to get up, if only to have news about the organization. You wanted to tear them down until there was nothing left.

You walked over to the kitchen, drinking a glass of water and making yourself a sandwich if only because you wanted to regain some strength to keep investigating the accident. As you finished and were putting all the dishes in the dishwasher, one of the multiple tablets that were scattered around the entire building lit up, its screen fully red.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You asked, alarm washing over you and quickly taking over your grief.

“Someone has sneaked into the building, miss Y/L/N,” the AI said. “Shall I contact the authorities?”

“No,” you said. “Leave it to me,” you moved around the kitchen, eyes searching for a weapon. You grabbed the biggest knife you could find and walked out, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. the location of the intruder. You silently walked over to the other side of the building, where there was a small terrace that Tony commonly used to keep all the suits that needed to be repaired. Remembering what Natasha taught you about making little to no noise to keep the surprise factor on your side. You saw a shadow moving around, reaching out to introduce the password to open the glass door. You stood on the side, hidden from the figure, and waited until they'd walked in to jump on their back and hold the knife up to their neck.

“What the-”

“Drop your weapons!” You screamed, holding the knife firmly against the person’s neck. Before you could harm them, however, red mist surrounded you and you were positioned back on the ground, the knife leaving your fingers softly.

“Y/N,” someone said, walking over to you. The lights were soon turned on and you were standing in front of your two girlfriends, looking completely unharmed. You gasped for air, your hand going up to your mouth to cover it in utter surprise. You saw Wanda in front of you, eyebrows frowned in concern. “What’s wrong?” She asked, taking your hand out of your mouth to properly look at you. She dried the tears that had slowly begun to fall.

“What a warming welcome,” Natasha said, standing in front of Wanda. The easy smirk that was usually present in her face dropped when she saw you weren’t joking around. “Detka, what’s wrong?” She asked, voice soft as it never was with anyone else. She put her hand in your arm, trailing down until she got hold of your hand.

“You- you-” you sobbed, gasping for air. Wanda pulled you onto her, and Natasha quickly followed. Soon enough, you were wrapped in their arms, crying out in fear and panic and all the bottled up emotions you’ve felt this past day. You had missed them so much, and you were aware of it, but you truly didn’t understand how losing them permanently would have affected you until you were back in their arms.

“Baby, you’re scaring me,” Wanda said against your hair, leaving a small kiss there.

“Is she hurt?” Natasha asked, looking at the other woman over your head. Wanda’s eyes turned red, her magic caressing your entire body to find any discomfort. She stopped, shaking her head at Natasha.

“You died,” you said in a small voice, the warmth of Wanda’s magic always being able to calm you down. “They said-”

“Who said that?” Natasha asked, her fingers drawing patterns in your back.

Wanda, seeing you were incapable of forming proper sentences at the moment, put her hands on your cheeks, green eyes looking right into yours. “Can I?” She asked, and you didn’t need any more explanation. She wanted to see into your mind and look at the memories from that day, to understand why you were so distraught. You nodded, and the green was surrounded by tendrils of red. You felt the telltale feeling of Wanda inside your mind, and after a moment or two she pulled away, turning to Natasha to show her the reason behind your tears.

“I’m going to kill them,” Natasha said, anger clear in her voice. Had they only told the team so far, or had they notified Yelena and Clint? How must they be feeling? Why would S.H.I.E.L.D. simply assume they were dead without making sure they were actually gone? Something felt off about it. Wanda nodded, agreeing with her.

“Let’s get you to bed, malyshka,” Wanda said. You nodded, holding onto them like they were the air you needed to breathe in order to stay alive. In a way, they were.

The witch, still standing in front of you, put her hand on your forehead. You felt a warm feeling surrounding you, starting from where her fingers were resting on you. “Go to sleep, baby,” Natasha said behind you, wrapping her arms around you and catching you as you fell, eyes closed in comfort.

“Now we need to see what’s really going on,” Wanda said, watching with clear interest as you were cuddled in Natasha’s arms. As the redhead took you to your room, Wanda walked the other way, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to wake up the rest of the Avengers.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You woke up, gasping for air. The calmness that had been accompanying you as you slept had suddenly left, getting you instantly in alert. You looked around your room, mind catching up with what had happened the day before.

“Wanda?” You called out, voice shaking. “Nat?” Silence greeted you. You got up from bed, chest raising and falling in a fast pace as you walked over to the bathroom, opening the door and being met with an empty room.

Had it all been a dream? Were they actually gone?

“Y/N,” Wanda called from the door. You turned to see your two girlfriends who were quickly walking over to you. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“We’re here,” Natasha said, kissing your forehead. You leaned into her touch, feeling as Wanda ran her hands through your hair to keep it away from your face.

“It wasn’t a dream,” Wanda whispered, making it clear she had been reading your mind. That was why they had made it into the room so fast. “I love you,” she kissed your ear, a delicate touch. Her breath hit you, and a chill ran down your body. You turned away from Natasha, looking at Wanda. There was so much you wanted to ask them, so much you needed to know, but most importantly, you had to know you weren’t dreaming.

You had to know they were actually with you.

“Show me,” you said, voice vulnerable. They knew how hard it was for you to show weakness, so in the rare moments you did, they knew it was important. Wanda was quick to react, never one to want to see or feel you suffer: she grabbed your face and kissed you, passionate and borderline obscene, nothing like the sweet kisses she always gave you, but it was exactly what you needed at the moment. They always knew what you needed.

“We would never leave you,” Natasha whispered and moved your hair out of the way, kissing your shoulder up to your neck. Her front was pressed against your back, and the warmth coming off of her was enough to calm you down.

“Never,” said Wanda once she pulled away from the kiss. Her lips were a darker shade of red than her normal red colour, and some saliva had been smuggled over them. You felt your heart beat faster at the thought of you marking her up the way Natasha was doing on your neck, even if it was in a less permanent way.

“What does our baby need?” Natasha asked against your neck, her left hand grabbing you hard by the hips. Wanda smirked, not needing to use her powers to know just what you were begging for. She could see it in your eyes, clear as day.

“She needs us,” she said, giving you a fake pout. “Don’t you, detka? You need your mommies?”

You moaned, the sound loud and resounding on your chest. You leaned against Natasha’s body, the pupils in your eyes blown away in pleasure and arousement. The black widow grabbed you by the neck, not putting any pressure on it, but it was enough for you to understand she was warning you. “Answer to Wanda, malyshka,” she told you, her voice sweet. She was always sweet at first, until you were begging her to give you some relief; she hated it when you rushed her.

“Yes,” you replied, opening your eyes to look into Wanda’s ones. She tilted her head to the side, and you were vaguely reminded of the times she did that movement during a battle, deciding in her mind what she should do next.

The two of them exchanged a short look before you saw Wanda smirking at Natasha. “Did you hear, Naty?” She said, grabbing the pyjama shirt they must had changed into while you slept and pulling it open, bottom flying over and hitting the floor, but the heartbeat sounding in your ears made it impossible for you to hear. Your upper body was naked. She smiled, warm hands following her stare as she touched your body. She was always so warm, you thought, the complete opposite to Natasha, but the two of them managed to make you shiver nonetheless. “Our baby needs us. What should we do?”

“Well,” Natasha’s hand left your neck to touch your breast, her fingers running over your nipple without applying any pressure on it. “It would be cruel if we did nothing to help our little girl, don’t you think?” Her lips touched your neck feather-like, and Wanda smirked at your reaction. You were so damn sensitive, it was almost adorable, and so damn hot.

“Yeah…” Wanda flicked her hand, moving you until you were laying on the bed, her magic making sure your body rested on the mattress softly.

“Stay still for a moment,” Natasha told you softly, and she walked to Wanda to give her a kiss. It was wet, and dirty, and you felt yourself getting even more aroused by it.

Wanda pulled away, red tendrils appearing and stopping your wandering hands. “No, baby. Didn’t you hear what mommy said?” She asked in a fake sweet tone. “She told you to stay still. Can you do that for us?” You nodded, and Wanda’s magic left your body, but you kept your hands where she had placed them.

“What a good girl we have,” Natasha said, kissing Wanda’s neck as she took off her shirt while the brunette unbuttoned her pants. “And all for ourselves.”

“Mm,” Wanda said, closing her eyes. You could tell she was getting impatient. “Why don’t you start with her, Nat?” She said, looking at you, smiling when she saw your hands were where she had left them. “She’s being so good, and she has missed us so much…”

“Have you, baby?” Natasha asked, crawling into bed over to you. You put your hands on her face, looking into her eyes. You kissed her lips softly, wanting her to know how thankful you were for her and Wanda for doing this. “Oh, you really have, uh?” She grabbed one of your nipples in her mouth, her teeth scratching the bubble of nerves lightly. You bucked your hips onto her body. Her lips traveled south, looking up only when she reached the hem of your pants before looking down again to begin removing them. You nodded as you felt the bed dip on the side, and moved to see Wanda kneeling on your left, her hands going to your face. Natasha removed your pants and underwear, wasting no time in beginning licking and sucking on your pussy. You moaned, eyes still looking at Wanda.

“Do you like what mommy is doing to you, detka?” She asked, kissing your cheek before grabbing one of your nipples in her mouth. When your only answer was a moan, she pulled away and slapped your hip, the message clear. Natasha kept eating you out, like the goddamn expert she was, and it was hard to breathe.

“Yes,” you said in a restrained voice. “So much, mommy.”

“Did you hear, Nat?” Wanda turned to look at Natasha, who had her head wrapped around your thighs as she made wonders with her tongue. By the lord, you would worship anything that mouth did to your body. “She’s liking what you’re doing so much,” she said in a mocking voice. Natasha looked up, her lips and part of her chin wet with your juices, and she locked eyes with you as she smirked. She blew cold air onto your pussy, two fingers twisting your clitoris. You threw your head back, almost slamming into the headboard had it not been for Wanda’s hands, and you came with a long scream.

“Damn,” Natasha said, not giving you time to recover before she was kissing your stomach and biting hard onto your nipple, earning another low moan from you. “Look at her, Wanda. She’s so sensitive.”

“Such a good girl,” Wanda said, giving Natasha a look. Whatever it was, the redhead understood immediately, getting up from the bed and leaving you only with Wanda. “So responsive…” the tip of her fingers ran over the reden area of your breast where Natasha had bit into. “Are you this responsive only for us, baby? Tell mommy.”

“Only for you, mommy,” you said, closing your eyes at the feeling of her fingers playing with your breasts.

“My, how lucky are we,” she said, looking over her shoulder to say something in Russian to Natasha. In other situations, you might have been able to catch a glimpse of what she was saying, but what Wanda was doing felt so good and it was helping you calm down from your high. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”

You did as she asked without thinking, the feeling of rubber entering your mouth making you open your eyes. Wanda and Natasha had changed spots, and the redhead was completely naked and had a strap-on around her waist. As she forced the toy down your throat, Wanda, who was also naked, grabbed your hands and put them over the top of your head when you tried to slow down Natasha’s rhythm.

“No, baby, that won’t do,” said the brunette, caressing your thighs to give you some comfort. She was always like that, ordering you around but giving you soft touches to make you understand she was proud of how you were obeying. You could feel her multiple rings digging into your wrists, the metal cold against her warm skin. “Be a good girl and let mommy do whatever she wants with you,” as she spoke, her hand moved until she had her palm over your entire pussy. Coldness suddenly hit you and you realised she was using her magic to mess with your body temperature. Natasha’s hips moved forward, making the toy slide down your mouth and into your throat. You were once again thankful you had no gag reflex.

“Look at how good you take mommy’s dick, malyshka,” Natasha said, her hand grabbing onto your hair. Meanwhile, Wanda played with your clitoris before introducing two fingers inside. Her fingers were thin but oh so long, and they seemed to always hit the right places. You trashed around a little, the feeling of Wanda inside of you while Natasha fucked your mouth becoming too much to handle.

“No, no,” Wanda’s magic surrounded your body, holding you in place. “You’re going to take mommy’s finger like a good girl, do you hear me?”

“Maybe she’s not that good of a girl as we thought, Wanda,” Natasha said, her grip on your hair becoming a little more noticeable as she pushed the toy in and out of your mouth, all while Wanda fucked you with her fingers at a slow but deep pace. You looked up at her, eyes begging her to understand that you wanted to be a good girl for them. “You want to make us proud?” You tried to nod, but you couldn’t. You moaned against the toy, Wanda’s movement pushing you farther into Natasha.

“She does,” Wanda coed in a light voice, her fingers moving faster. “Then hold still all by yourself. You think you can do that, babygirl?” You nodded. “Can you do it by yourself, or do you need mommy’s magic to hold you?” You tried to nod again, fully aware that she was mocking you because you couldn’t give her a verbal answer. Wanda was cruel in that way, always pushing your limits but never crossing them, the fear of hurting you too big to even consider it despite how many times you’ve asked for it.

“Um, what do you think, Nat?” Wanda asked, looking over at the redhead as if she wasn’t fucking you like her life depended on it. “Think she can be good?”

Natasha looked down at you, and slowed her movements for an instant to look at you. “I think she can. But if you misbehave, we’ll have to punish you. You know that, right, baby?” You once again nodded.

Wanda pulled out her fingers, but before you had the chance to complain, Natasha was guiding you onto the other side, where the brunette was kneeling, strap-on around her waist. “Suck my cock like a good girl, baby,” you put your lips around the dildo, Wanda forcing you to swallow it all the way in a few times before setting you into a slower pace. Natasha settled between your legs, and moved them until they were wrapped around her waist.

“Look at Wanda, baby. Look at her while she fucks your throat,” Natasha said, pushing her dick inside of you. You trashed around, but you were firmly held down by red mist.

Wanda sighed, caressing your cheek with a disappointed look on her face. You hated when she looked at you like that. “You said you would be good, baby. I thought you were our good girl.”

“I am,” you tried to say against the toy in your mouth, eyes rolling back when Natasha’s hips met yours, her cock fully in, making you ache in such a way that you searched until you found the redhead’s back, holding and scratching on it as you came. The two of them stayed still, eyes analysing you.

“A good girl would be able to take some cock without coming,” Natasha whispered, biting your nipple again. She had always had a thing for them. Maybe you should get one of them pierced.

“Aw, Natasha,” said Wanda, smiling down at you. “But we know our babygirl can’t control herself. She’s such a needy baby when it comes to her mommies. Isn't that right?”

“Oh, believe me, darling, I know,” Natasha began moving again, your fingers still on her back, holding onto her.

“No, no, baby. You can take it without holding onto her,” Wanda said, pulling the dildo out of your mouth so she could move over to hold your hands down. She wrapped the other around your neck, pressing lightly, just the perfect amount to make you open your mouth a little wider to take in a breath. “Do you like what Natasha is doing?” She asked. You closed your eyes, trying to control your breath so you wouldn’t be choking for air. You could feel Natasha moving inside of you, a slow pace but so deep you gasped slightly every time she was fully inside. Her teeth were still around your nipple, no doubt about to draw blood, but it was okay because Wanda would cure you immediately if it were to happen. They would never hurt you, not to the point where it was unbearable, and you loved them so much for it, for the trust you knew you could give them.

“I like it. I-” you gasped when Wanda’s hand wrapped tighter around your neck. “I love it. Thank you, mommy,” you said, looking at Natasha, who smiled at you with your nipple still in her mouth, the look enough to make you come again.

“Aw, look at her. She’s such a mess,” Wanda said, watching as your hips moved, trying to get away from Natasha’s dick. “Don’t pull out yet, Nat. I want to see how much she can take.”

“Mm,” Natasha said, letting go of your nipple. “Not much I bet,” she ran her tongue all over it, fully aware of how sensitive you were there, especially after an orgasm. Wanda chuckled when she saw you move, holding you down by the throat as another orgasm hit you.

“You were right,” Wanda said, with a certain distaste in her voice. You were fully gasping for air, and once the brunette took notice of it she let go, fingers touching your neck as a form of apology. A few moments later, however, she slapped you on the face. “Can you warm mommy’s cock for a while?” She asked, but didn’t wait for an answer before she was getting up, the bed dipping, the movement making Natasha’s dick push further inside.

“Ah ah,” Natasha said, holding your hips down when you tried to move against her. “What did mommy just say, detka? Uh?” She pinched your clit, but her hand made it impossible for you to move.

“Sorry, mommy,” you murmured, looking her in the eye. You didn’t know where Wanda had gone, but you could guess it was to get something from the box you kept in the closet. She could easily get it with a hand movement, but she loved making you wait, especially while Natasha was buried deep inside of you. The redhead sighed in content, kissing the top of your breast before pulling all her weight on you, her dick sinking in even deeper. But you stayed still, the feeling making you see stars as you bit your lips. You were going to be good for them.

Natasha began lazily kissing your neck, eyes closed. “I could fall asleep like this. Being inside of you, so close to you…” she nuzzled your neck with her nose, and you ran your hand over her hair with affection, if only to distract yourself from the growing frustration. “You warm my cock so good, malyshka,” she whispered the praise in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. You could feel her erect nipples pressing against yours, but you remained completely still nonetheless.

“See? You look so pretty when you behave,” Wanda said, putting a hand on your head. You smiled a little, moving your neck so you could look at her properly. “This is how you should always be, baby. How are you liking it, warming mommy’s cock?” She asked. You could see she had put something on the nightstand, but your eyes were blurry with pleasure wanting to be released. Natasha’s breathing made her move slowly. You knew both of them wanted to continue with whatever they had planned next, but they wanted to see if you would actually follow their request to stay still.

“I love it. I want to warm your cocks all the time,” your words made the two of them groan, Natasha moving her hips and slamming hard into you. Wanda kissed your forehead, content with your reply. “Am I being good?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

Natasha raised her head from your neck as Wanda smiled brightly, caressing your cheek. “You’re being so good, my love. The best baby we could ever ask for.”

“So, so good,” Natasha praised, moving her hips again, making you let out a noise.

“Nat,” Wanda said, catching the other woman’s attention. The brunette began playing with your nipple. “I think she’s been a good girl. She deserves to come all over mommy’s dick.”

“I think so too. She’s been so good keeping my dick all warm and ready,” you sighed in relief when you felt Natasha move against you.

You moaned, but Wanda shushed you, putting a hand on your mouth. “No, baby. Let Nat have her way with you without hearing your pathetic moans,” you nodded, moving your hand to grab Wanda’s dildo. She tilted her head. “Oh, my baby can’t have her mouth not filled by mommy’s cock? Are you that desperate?” You nodded, and Wanda wasted no time in putting the toy at the top of your mouth, forcing you to move so you could wrap your lips around it. Wanda smirked, pulling some strands of hair away from your face.

“Look at her,” Natasha said, still pulling in and out of you at a deep pace. “Looks so good with your dick in her mouth. Such a good girl,” she smiled, wrapping her hands around your throat in a similar way as Wanda had done before. “Our good girl, even when you misbehave,” she used the hand around your neck to force you down further on Wanda’s dick. Before you knew it, you were coming again.

“Pull out,” Wanda groaned as she pulled her dick out of your mouth, noticing how you were grinding onto Natasha’s dick as you came down from your height. Natasha raised an eyebrow at the brunette, but did as she said, watching as you began moving against the sheets.

“What did mommy tell you, darling?” Natasha asked, kissing your nipple. “Uh?” Both of them watched as you kept moving your hips. They had interrupted your orgasm, and you were turning red from frustration. “That she wanted you to be a good girl and let me have my way with you. You couldn’t listen to what mommy said?” She slapped you on the face, not enough to cause real damage but with the strength to turn your face to the side. “You said you would be a good girl.”

“I know,” you said. “I know. I’m so sorry.”

“Sit on mommy’s lap,” Natasha said, helping you sit up and move until you were resting on top of Wanda’s thighs. Had the situation been different, you would’ve had the decency to look coy at the mess you were making on her lap, but you also know how much Natasha loved when you made a mess. “Look at her and apologize.”

“I’m sorry, mommy,” you said, looking into Wanda’s eyes. You knew it had worked when the corner of her lip moved a little, indicating she wasn’t mad. However, you were also aware that she would still pretend to be. “I’m so sorry,” you kissed her lips, putting your hands on her cheeks and caressing them.

“Say it again. Louder this time,” Natasha said, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you closer to Wanda’s face, who at the moment looked more amused than angry.

“I’m sorry, mommy. It won’t happen again.”

Wanda chuckled, grabbing your chin. You sighed in relief when Natasha let go of your hair. “I highly doubt that, baby. But I still appreciate the sentiment,” she gave you a small kiss. “At least that way I know you really want to be our best girl.”

“I do,” you said, nodding enthusiastically.

“You do?” Natasha asked, resting her chin on your shoulder. You nodded, looking at her as best as you could. “Then go ride mommy’s dick to prove to her how good you are.”

Natasha gave you a small slap on the ass, an indication that she wanted you to move. You dropped your hands from Wanda’s cheeks, resting them in her shoulder instead, and you used that leverage to raise your hips. Wanda put her hands on your waist, helping you. She guided you until you were standing right over her dick, but remained still, looking at you, waiting for you to make the first move.

“Look at her,” Wanda said, looking away from you to make eye contact with Natasha. “Such a good girl. Waiting for me to fuck her,” the brunette smirked, letting go of your waist to point a crocked finger at the black widow. The two of them stood face to face, looking at each other and ignoring you. Natasha grabbed Wanda’s face and pulled her in, giving her a hard kiss. Once they pulled away, they turned to look at you.

Natasha smirked. “Did you like that, detka?” She asked. “Do you like watching your mommies kiss?”

“Yes,” you nodded, hands digging harder into Wanda’s shoulder. The gesture didn’t go missing to Wanda, who smirked and ran a hand through your back.

“You do?” The brunette asked, kissing along your breasts. “Go fuck yourself on mommy’s cock, baby. Show me how much you like it.”

You nodded, sinking into her dick with a moan. You threw your head back in pleasure. “You like riding mommy’s dick?” Natasha asked behind you, her hands guiding you up and down. You nodded, unable to answer.

“Natasha asked you a question, baby,” Wanda said, grabbing your hips and pulling you against her waist, her dick deep inside. “Are you not going to answer?” She murmured, pulling one of your nipples in her mouth. When you moaned instead of answering, she gave your thigh a small slap as a warning.

“I love it,” you managed to say, moving your hips up and down. “I love riding mommy.”

You felt Natasha chuckle against your neck as she helped you get up and down. “Don’t, Nat,” Wanda said, delicately moving the redhead’s hands away from your hips. “Let her do it all by herself.” You began moving again, this time by yourself. You sank into Wanda’s dick, feeling it hit that place inside of you that made your toes curl. “I said,” Wanda grabbed your hands, which were resting on her shoulders. “Ride me all by yourself, baby,” she put your hands behind your back, holding them there to ensure you wouldn’t move them. You moaned, the change of angle making you come.

“You look so pretty when you’re coming all over Wanda’s cock,” Natasha murmured against the side of your face. You whined when you tried to move your hands but were stopped by Wanda’s hold. “Do you want to come again?”

“I think she wants your dick, Nat,” Wanda said, moving you until you had no choice but to lay down against the brunette. “Am I wrong?” She murmured, moving your hair out of the way to kiss your neck. You set your head on Wanda’s shoulder, moving your hips to gain some friction, your hands still behind your back.

“You’re rarely wrong,” Natasha said, kissing your spine before pushing you even more into Wanda.

You moaned at the sensation. “I’m coming,” you said, your voice harsh.

“No, you’re not,” Wanda said. You could feel Natasha move to reach over to the nightstand, finally seeing what Wanda had brought with her. “You’re going to hold still and let Nat fuck your ass,” she said, moving you so she could look into your eyes. Her back was leaning against the headboard, and she looked so intimidating, telling you not to come, that you nodded, holding yourself back. “That’s a good girl,” she said, kissing your forehead.

“The best girl,” Natasha said. You felt the tip of her dick making her way into your ass, Wanda caressing your breasts to relax you. “Look at her, Wanda. Look how good she takes both of our dicks.”

“So good,” Wanda nodded, looking at your face to try and find some discomfort. If she thought you were feeling uneasy or hurt, she would tell Natasha to stop immediately. Once the redhead had pulled completely inside, Wanda moved your body until you were leaning against Natasha’s. “You like that, baby? Having both your mommies inside of you at the same time?”

You nodded, the feeling of Natasha and Wanda inside of you making you gasp. You moved your hips, grinding against Wanda’s, letting out a small whine as you came again. You tried to move your hands to hold onto them, but Wanda was still holding them down. “You look amazing like this,” Natasha praised, putting her hand on your waist to move you closer to her. You twiched on top of Wanda, the overstimulation making you come again.

“She does look fantastic,” Wanda agreed. “All ready for us to fuck until she’s begging us to stop.”

Natasha laughed, her hot breath hitting your neck. “She would never beg us to stop. She likes it way too much,” she grabbed your neck with her hand, holding onto it and using it to move you up and down, making the dicks enter you over and over at a fast pace. You could barely breathe, Natasha’s grip hard and firm. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You think you can come one last time for us, darling?” Wanda asked, her free hand moving to slap your clit. You moaned, nodding and hoping Natasha would take notice of your movements.

“I think she is,” the redhead said.

“Such a good girl,” Wanda murmured. She twisted one of your nipples, and you moaned, as you were coming once again.

“There we go,” Natasha said, her hand softening against your neck. “Good girl.”

Wanda smiled, her hand finally letting your hands go. They quickly moved over to her shoulders, finding some stability to hold onto. Wanda quickly wrapped her arms around your waist, letting you rest your tired body against her. Natasha pulled the cock out of you, making you whine. Wanda shushed you, kissing the side of your face. “That’s it, baby. You’ve been so good for us,” the redhead put her hand on your back to provide some comfort. You sighed in relief, feeling Natasha move around before she was laying kisses all over your face. Wanda moved you until you were laying on your back, pulling the dildo out delicately. You stopped her midway, moving your hips into her until you were coming again. “There we go. You’ve been so good,” she said, pulling out of you and moving to remove the strap-on.

Natasha laid beside you, moving you so you were resting your head on her chest. You were breathing heavily, body shaking from all the exercise you had just gone through. “How are you feeling, my love?” She asked, her voice raspy and low.

“Good,” you said. Wanda laid on your other side. She wrapped her arms around your waist, kissing your back until you were giggling.

“My baby,” Wanda said, running a hand through your hair. “We’re here and we’re never leaving you, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmured against Natasha’s skin, your eyes dropping closed without you even noticing.

You fell asleep with a smile on your face, content that all the worry and sadness had left to be replaced by love for the two women who were currently holding you. As long as they were with you, you would be okay.

Friendly reminder, you don’t have to be skinny to be sexy.

Whilst in Sydney in 1994, a man apparently tries to assassinate Prince Charles. And not a single fuck was given by His Royal Highness.