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You bite your lip worriedly, glancing at your girlfriend. "Yelena-" She shushes you, focusing on the quick shuffle of the cards like she's worried that Kate might cheat before the game starts. "Don't hush me!" You grumble disapprovingly, narrowing your eyes at the blonde.
Yelena rolls her eyes petulantly, shifting to look at you with a confident expression on her face. "I won't lose." She reassures you. Then, she proceeds to wave her hand at Kate like it explains everything. "That's Kate Bishop. I won't lose to Kate Bishop."
Upon hearing her name, Kate raises her head to blink at the two of you like she's only now paying attention to your conversation. The tall brunette furrows her eyebrows, choosing not to start an argument with someone as stubborn as Yelena. The young archer softly shakes her head, her gaze following Yelena's to your face.
The rising blush on her cheeks when your eyes meet is absolutely adorable. You don't know exactly how someone like Kate got pulled into a bet like this.
(You only left five minutes to grab more snacks in the kitchen and returned to the two girls sitting on opposite sides, glaring at each other with a deck of cards between them. "What's the bet?" You asked good-naturedly, bringing Yelena's favorite to her.
The blonde had pulled you on her lap, circling her arms around your waist possessively with a teasing smirk sent Kate's way. "You.")
Your eyes leave Kate's adorably flushed face when you feel Yelena's hand urgently tap your ass. The blonde narrows her eyes when you take a minute too long to redirect your attention to her. "Don't look at her. Look at me. You're still mine." Her jealousy shines through as she speaks, a childish claim from someone who didn't know how to share.
You're not sure how Yelena got pulled into accepting such a bet, either. Even before you started dating, she was already controlling and greedy to have your attention on her. She still huffed like a little child whenever Natasha came over when you were home, glaring at her sister each time the redhead's eyes found yours.
"I might not be yours for long if you keep using me as your gambling money." You hiss in response, glaring at her.
You see a brief moment of regret in her eyes before the confidence strikes back, a haughty expression on her face. "Don't worry. I won't lose." She turns to watch as Kate started handing the cards. "Now go sit somewhere and be pretty. I can't have you distracting me. This game is important."
You roll your eyes, knowing there's no way that either of them will let you sit at the table. Kate raises her gaze toward you, nodding her head to an armchair in the corner of her living room that would allow you to watch the game from afar comfortably. "You can sit there if you want to."
"Don't talk to her, Bishop. You only get to even dare look at her if you win this game." Yelena interrupted sadistically, grinning happily when Kate's attention diverted back to the game.
The brunette seemed tired of your girlfriend's taunting answers, rolling her eyes softly. You're already pitying future Kate, who will have to spend weeks dealing with Yelena's constant teasing once the blonde inevitably wins.
Because one thing is true: Kate Bishop is awful at poker.
And another: Yelena Belova is a stuck-up winner.
You sit on the armchair, crossing your legs. The light bulb hanging over the table shines on both their faces. Yelena's confidence is attractive, and she only looks at her cards once while keeping a perfect poker face before leaning back to stare at Kate with a challenge in her green eyes.
Kate is more nervous. You understand why Clint still thinks the archer isn't ready for undercover missions because the brunette can't seem to hide her thoughts no matter how hard she tries. She wipes the sweat from her brow, staring at Yelena's smug expression with a slight frown, gaze trailing between the cards and her opponent's eyes.
You don't care to follow every detail of the game as they continue playing for what feels like hours. You can't turn the TV on because Yelena will say it's disturbing her, and you can't distract yourself on your phone because the blonde will be annoyed if you stop staring at her while she's proving a point of owning you to Kate.
And she dares call you a whore in bed when she's such a little attention-seeker.
Finally, you watch as Yelena smugly throws her cards on top of the table. Your girlfriend sports a winning smirk, her eyes intensely glued to Kate's face like she can't miss the inevitable dejection in the archer's expression.
Kate looks down at Yelena's cards, sighing in despair as she sees them. The brunette looks at the ones in her hand, slowly lowering them down on the table.
You think you'll remember the sight of Yelena's shocked face for years to come.
Your girlfriend stands up abruptly, looking down at Kate's cards like she's hallucinating. You carefully make your way toward them, ready to soothe her, before a sweet voice interrupts you. "No, no." You turn to look at Kate, still sitting comfortably on her chair. "I won you fair and square." She says, grinning haughtily. "Come here."
Yelena looks at you, her expression unreadable. You open your mouth to reassure her despite the position you've found yourself in, but she only steps back to glare at Kate, curling her lip. "You cheated." She accuses the other woman.
Kate shrugs, suddenly confident like you've never seen her be. "You can't prove that." She answers, making Yelena seeth even more. It's not a denial but rather a challenge.
You're starting to worry that maybe the bet wasn't as much of a joke as you thought.
"If you cheat, then the victory isn't valid."
Kate ignores her, focusing on you, much to Yelena's lasting irritation. You can't help but notice that not having Kate's eyes on her irritates her as much as not having yours. "I said come here."
You walk toward her, dazed by the whole situation. Kate smirks when you do, her eyes meeting Yelena's as the brunette pulls you down on her lap the same way your girlfriend did before. "I won the game, so I think I can look at her now, right?"
Yelena narrows her eyes, sitting back down on her chair to watch the two of you. "Yes."
"And if she's mine now, I can touch her, right?"
Your girlfriend's shoulders tense, but you can see in her eyes that despite dealing with overwhelming jealousy, Yelena still thinks Kate is bluffing. "Yes, Bishop."
She's not.
Deft fingers slowly inch up your stomach towards your breasts, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Yelena watches the touch with possessive eyes, closing her hands in a fist as soon as Kate's fingertips brush the underside of your boob over the fabric of your shirt.
You inhale sharply, shifting your head to look at Kate. The archer looks back at you, and from up close you understand even more why she attracted so many suitors.
Kate Bishop is beautiful.
You're still mad at Yelena for betting you in a game of poker.
And maybe this will teach her a lesson, you think.
You lean in to touch your lips to Kate's. The archer answers your touch with enthusiasm, grasping your jaw so she can pull you closer to kiss your lips roughly. You ignore the sound of glass breaking and Yelena's dangerous glare as you make yourself comfortable on Kate's lap, circling her neck with your arms.
Kate is surprisingly intense. The archer bites your lower lip until you think you taste blood, soothing the ache with a warm tongue before pressing her lips against yours again. You sigh against her mouth, holding back a moan because Kate just seems to know exactly where to touch you.
Her free hand continues its path up your body. You feel it cup your breast over your shirt and bra, squeezing lightly.
You hear Yelena's sharp intake of breath as she does.
It surprises you that the blonde has yet to pounce on Kate to get her off you. You think maybe you've understood it all wrong for a moment, maybe the one thing that overcomes Yelena's raging jealousy and possessiveness is her respect for bets.
It's ridiculous. She's going to let her best friend fuck you because she lost a bet. You never thought it would be this easy for her to let someone else touch you.
(You ignore the little voice in your head that tells you this doesn't have anything to do with the bet.
It's about Kate. - it says.
It's always about Kate Bishop.)
Kate's lips leave you dazed as she leans back, watching you with pupils blown wide with desire. You hold onto the back of her neck, caressing the little hairs you find there, enjoying the softness of them. "She's a good kisser." She notes, speaking to somebody else but you.
Yelena hums. "I know."
Kate grins, more confident than ever as she notices how Yelena is cautiously holding back from attacking her. You catch a mischievous glint in the brunette's eyes that tell you Kate is willing to risk a broken nose just to see how far she can go before Yelena loses her cool.
You want to know the limit too.
So you let Kate's hand slip down until she's holding the edge of your shirt, raising your arms to allow her to pull it off you. Her eyes find your chest, appreciating the sight of the purple bra you chose to wear tonight. "My favorite color." She acknowledges, shifting to stare smugly at Yelena. "Thanks for dressing her up for me, Belova."
You're pretty sure you hear Yelena growl.
Kate doesn't care. The archer tips her head so she can explore your mouth with hers once more. She kisses you as if you belong to her - which you guess you do now since she did win the bet.
(You don't let your mind adventure too far into the idea of really belonging to Kate Bishop.)
You hear a chair scraping the floor, allowing your head to turn so you can side-eye Yelena while Kate's hungry mouth trail down your jaw to your neck.
Your girlfriend's face is conflicted as she watches the scene unfold. You can see the righteous fury in those intense green eyes, jealousy shining through them, but there's also something more beneath.
Yelena is horny.
She does a good job hiding it. You're not sure if Kate knows her well enough to see it beneath the glare she sends the archer's way, but Yelena has been yours for years, so you know exactly what she looks like when she's horny.
The white-knuckled grip she has on the table isn't even the main indicator of it. You see it in the way Yelena's narrowed eyes follow Kate's lips, in the way she pays attention to every single thing Kate does, in the way you see her inhale sharply when Kate's eyes open to meet hers as the brunette sucks harsh bruises on your neck.
You're not even sure anymore which one of you she's jealous of.
Your girlfriend's eyes meet yours after a moment, so many emotions swirling in them. You smile softly at her, grasping Kate's hair with one hand to have something to hold onto, waiting for the sign that Yelena is okay with what's happening because you don't want to let Kate go on with this if it hurts her.
Yelena gives you a subtle nod, her shoulders relaxing.
You let Kate's fingers pry your bra open.
Your attention moves back to the girl touching you, finding her eyes already searching for yours. Kate smirks at you, fingertips rolling your nip while she watches your reaction.
You moan, hearing Yelena shift in her chair at the sound and watching Kate's soft sigh. It's a power trip to know that your body is affecting both of them. You want them to desire you. You want Kate to do this because she can't resist you anymore.
You want Yelena to fuck you after this because she can't stand the thought of someone else leaving their mark on you.
You want to be stuck between them, feeling their hands on your body.
(You want Yelena to just admit already that she's as in love with Kate as you are.)
You focus on Kate's lips instead of the intrusive thoughts, rolling your hips when her mouth finds your breast. You close your eyes, letting the whole intense eye contact thing between Yelena and Kate while you lose yourself to the sensation of her hands on you.
Kate's fingertips trail down your stomach until they dip under the waistband of your pants, slipping inside your underwear. You hear her moan softly, a sound met by a whine that leaves your lips.
Yelena sighs, running her tongue over her lips.
"So wet." Kate whispers against your chest. "Is this because of me?"
You understand the intention behind the question. She wants to tease Yelena. She wants Yelena to know that she's the reason why you're soaked.
You don't dare tell her that having Yelena in the room, watching you with jealousy and desire in her eyes, is one of the reasons why you're aching for her. "Yes." You agree breathlessly, choosing to please Kate. "All for you, Kate."
Yelena huffs unhappily. You glimpse at her, meeting her peeved gaze. "All for Kate, hm?"
You grin, winking at her. "All for Kate, baby."
Yelena narrows her eyes, a warning behind them.
You know she's not mad, but it's easier to hide her lust with jealous behavior.
You want to push that behavior away.
You want Yelena to be so overwhelmed by desire that she can ignore her pride, letting go of her controlling nature.
You hump Kate's hand, throwing your head back with a moan as she rubs your clit. The archer's eyes focus on you with unriveted attention, staring unblinkingly. "I need you out of these clothes." She says urgently, parting from you.
Kate's hands find the waistband of your pants, pulling them down alongside your underwear. She stands up, pushing you against the table before lifting you on top of it with strong arms.
It surprises you to find that Kate is almost as strong as Yelena.
You let yourself get comfortable, stretching until your back touches the wood. You rest your head inches away from Yelena's body, looking up at her while she sits directly across from Kate.
She swallows, crossing her arms and clenching her fingers. You smile at that, knowing that having you this close makes Yelena ache to touch you.
Kate knows this too, smirking from her spot. She knows this position will test Yelena's resolve even more.
The archer settles between your legs, taking a moment to appreciate the view of your naked body. You're aware of her hungry eyes on your core, watching you drip with need. You can see Kate's reaction in Yelena's gaze as she watches the brunette.
Your girlfriend's jaw clenches as Kate touches you again. You moan, feeling a single finger tease your entrance gently. "You can start with two," Yelena says, looking down at your blushing face with a knowing look in her eyes. "She can take a lot."
Kate inhales sharply. You know she understands what Yelena means. You think of what Kate's strap would look like.
Yelena's is a deep black. Kate's would probably be an intense purple, it's fitting for her.
Would you be able to take both at the same time?
You shake the thought away, letting everything happen in its due time. Right now, you need to appreciate the fact that Kate Bishop is about to fuck you with her fingers for the first time.
(And, hopefully, not the last time.)
Kate follows Yelena's instruction, letting two fingers slip inside easily. There's barely a stretch because you're so wet for her, and Yelena couldn't go a day without fucking the tightness away. Kate's eyes never leave your slit as she pumps her fingers in and out.
It's like she's hypnotized by the sight, sighing whenever her long fingers made their way deep inside you.
You let your eyes wander until they find Yelena's, catching your girlfriend's attention. The blonde sighs, tilting her head to look at you with a soft look in her eyes like she can't hide the love she feels for you. "Lena-" You moan, desiring to have her closer.
Yelena raises her eyes to look at Kate questioningly. It's weird to see her asking for permission to do something, especially when this something involves touching you. Kate seems to understand that it isn't about Yelena's need but yours. "Go on."
She looks back at you, leaning in until she's softly kissing your forehead before her lips touch the shell of your ear. "You're doing so good, baby." You moan louder, suddenly aware of how much you've missed her voice speaking to you like this. Kate fucks you harder, adding a third finger. "Kate's fingers feel so good inside you, hm?" She says, kissing your ear. "Imagine how good her cock will feel. You would like that, wouldn't you? I'm sure you already thought of how good it would feel to have us both fucking you."
Kate lets out a strangled moan.
"You're gonna have to thank Kate later." Yelena continues without paying attention to the other woman, caressing strands of hair away from your sweaty brow with surprising gentleness. It's an interesting contrast in comparison to Kate's rough pounding as she curls her fingers inside you. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind letting you hump her boots like a little whore while you eat her out." Yelena chuckles. "I might let her own you for a little while more just to watch her fuck you like this over and over again."
Kate huffs, using her thumb to rub your clit. "I don't think you can decide who owns her anymore, Lena."
Yelena arches one eyebrow, staring up playfully at Kate. There's a change in her behavior. She's no longer tense or trying to hide how much Kate's presence affects her. Instead, your girlfriend's reaction is flirty. "You're sure about that, Bishop?"
Kate leans closer, trapping her hand between your body and hers as she continues fucking you. She lets her chin rest on your chest, almost laying on top of you while staring Yelena down with gleaming eyes. "Very sure, Belova."
They clash like exploding stars.
Yelena's chair hits the ground with a loud thud as she stands up, grasping the back of Kate's neck to pull her close. You watch from your spot beneath them as their lips meet with bruising force, fighting for dominance over each other as Yelena kisses Kate as if her life depends on it.
You feel Kate's touch falter for a second when Yelena's teeth scratch her lip, followed by a soft tug of Yelena's free hand still holding your hair. The sight is mesmerizing, their first kiss happening right in front of you.
You're pretty sure it's what triggers your orgasm, making you choke on a moan that sounds like both of their names combined. Kate groans against Yelena's mouth at the feel of your walls clenching around her fingers, finally giving in to the blonde's controlling nature as she lets Yelena take the reins of their breathtaking kiss.
Yelena practically vibrates with excitement when it happens. Almost too happy to regain authority over the situation. She seizes Kate's hand, the one between your legs, to pull her fingers out of you with a wet sound.
Kate blinks, looking between the two of you in a daze as Yelena brings her hand forward. You half expect your girlfriend to glide Kate's fingers across your lips in the same way she did with her own, to make you suck her digits clean like a good girl.
Instead, she offers Kate's fingertips to the brunette. "It's the best part." Yelena teases when they part, smirking slyly.
She's proving herself, you notice. Yelena is showing Kate that despite what happened tonight, she's still in charge.
Kate obeys.
You watch as she lets her fingers slip inside her mouth, humming at your taste. Kate sucks them clean, making sure to give Yelena a show of running her tongue over them. You're aware of the hot desire pooling in your belly as you watch her.
Kate grins. "You're right." She agrees with Yelena before gazing down at you. "Delicious."
You blush, trying to regain your breath. Yelena's fingertips thread through your hair in what feels like a soft caress at first before she pulls harshly, making you groan. "What do we say when someone compliments us, detka?"
Kate watches with amusement as you send a glare Yelena's way, being promptly ignored by the blonde. "Thank you, Kate."
Yelena's grip softens. You sigh in relief, feeling Kate's thumb caress your waist as she hums. "You're welcome, baby."
"And what do we do when someone lets us come?" Yelena asks mischievously.
You answer her with a dimpled grin, letting your hands grasp the edge of Kate's purple t-shirt as you start pulling it up. The archer blinks, allowing you to take it off and not making any effort to stop you as you sit up on the table, pushing her toward the chair she was previously sitting on.
Kate's eyes darken once she notices your intention, watching you cautiously get down on your knees between her open legs. You tilt your head to the side, undoing the buttons of her pants. "We return the favor."
Yelena smirks, already sitting down on her chair across from Kate. "Enjoy it, Bishop." She says, watching you work the brunette's pants down her legs. "She's really good with her mouth."
(Years later, you would ask Kate about this night. Laying down on your shared bed with your head against her shoulder while Yelena slept through another episode of 'The Simpsons', snoring peacefully.
Kate would smile, lowering her voice so she wouldn't wake the blonde up. "Yelena is incredibly dense and easy to trick when she's in her competitive mode." She would smugly confide in you. "All I had to do was lose every game for a whole year before complaining that she didn't bet anything important." Your eyes would widen as you started to understand what truly happened. "I couldn't help myself. I knew it was the easiest way to find out if you two felt the same for me."
You would laugh quietly, pinching the archer's arm, with a new secret to keep. "You have an evil mind, Kate Bishop.")