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It was a known fact that Natasha was going into her rut. Atleast, between you and Wanda. She’s been wanting to try something new with you during her rut. So to say you were fucked would honestly be an understatement.
“Detka (baby), you’ve been pacing for ten minutes.” Wanda’s silky, soothing voice wrapped around you, stilling your feet almost instantly as she was very close and holding you in her arms. And everything in you that was both excited and nervous stilled into something warm, calm. Wanda had a way of calming you down, to which you were eternally grateful for. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?”
You nuzzled into her neck, your nose finding her scent gland. She smelled like autumn; cinnamon, spices, and something uniquely Wanda. Her scent always seemed to ease the chaos and doubt that was your mind. Though Wanda seemed to just make everything right, and better.
“Words, detka (baby). I need to know how you’re feeling.” Wanda’s voice was laced with care and a twinge of concern.
“I’m okay, Wands. Just overthinking it.” You tried to assure her, though it wasn’t very convincing.
“I’ll make you some tea, go sit. Nat should be back from her meeting with Tony and Steve in a little bit.” Wanda said as she went to grab cups from the cupboard.
You nodded, a small smile on your face. You sat on one of the barstools at the counter. You watched Wanda make the tea, noticing every detail of her movements. Wanda liked to tease you about it, saying it was really cute.
Wanda finished making the tea and passed it to you, to which you immediately took a sip and burned your mouth. Wanda laughed softly, not mean, but simply because you were laughing too. You spent the majority of the ten minutes of meeting that Natasha had left to either start into the tea like it personally offended you, or actually sipping the tea. It made Wanda slightly concerned, but she knew you were okay, just overthinking.
Natasha walked in looking tired and like she wanted nothing more than to either punch someone (Steve or Tony) or fuck someone till they couldn’t think straight (Wanda or you). The second she saw you and Wanda, she came back to herself and walked over, a dark glint in her eyes that could only be described as feral. Okay, she definitely wanted to fuck you into oblivion, and you honestly wanted her too.
“Hi.” Wanda murmured, her silky voice seeming to calm Natasha’s tight muscles. Her arms wrapped around Natasha’s neck, pulling her into a gentle kiss. It was always so interesting watching them kiss. Wanda wasn’t quite as submissive as you, so she didn’t give Natasha all the control of the kiss, just enough for Natasha to be in charge.
“Hi.” Natasha murmured back against Wanda’s lips. Natasha had relaxed further, the tension from the meeting evaporating when faced with Wanda’s warmth.
When they pulled apart, Natasha shifted her focus to you, not bad, just very focused. The kind of focused that meant she was a woman on a mission, and you were said mission. Natasha walked over to you slowly, careful and bordering on predatory.
“Hey, malyshka (babe).” Despite the feral need burning through her body, Natasha’s voice was soft; rough around the edges, but soft.
“Hey, Nat.” Your voice was quieter, but it visibly sent something you couldn’t describe straight through Natasha. You could tell because Natasha stiffened and breathed in deep, then pulled you to her and buried her face in your neck, her nose brushing your scent gland.
You gasped, biting back the moan that threatened to spill when Natasha licked your scent gland. She was strong, you’ve known that, but it always caught you off guard when she did this. She was also needy. Not submissive needy, but feral needy. She needed to claim you, and she needed to feel you.
“Natalia dear, let's take this to the bedroom, hmm?” Wanda. She had a way of making it sound like a choice even though we all knew it wasn’t.
Natasha almost growled when Wanda approached, and then pouted like a kicked puppy when Wanda pried her off of you. “I need-”
Wanda’s finger went onto Natasha’s lips, successfully shutting her up. “No, if you want her, you have to go to the bedroom and be patient.” Wanda then guided you toward your room and left Natasha to follow after you. Unsurprisingly, Natasha was barely a few feet behind you the whole time.
Once the door was closed and you were in your room with Wanda and Natasha. The second the door was closed, Natasha was on you, lips attached to your neck and hands all over your body. There was no space between your bodies, and the only thing keeping Natasha from taking you standing was the fact that Wanda wanted us to all be comfortable. Especially when Natasha was in her rut.
Natasha bit at your scent gland, but didn’t sink her teeth into it to mark you. You let out a low, needy whine, and Natasha was thrumming with barely restrained desire and a feral need to make you hers.
Another set of hands were on you, Wanda. She was gentler, but still possessive. Her hands found their way under your shirt and wandered the bare skin underneath, sending shivers cascading down your spine.
Wanda’s lips found the nape of your neck, soft against your skin. You let out a low whine at the feeling and Wanda hummed, pleased with your needy sound. Natasha, she growled at your sound. Like, possessive, feral growl. And their hands on you made heat pool between your legs and their mouths were like trails of fire.
You whined again, louder and more needy. The desired effect was immediate, Natasha pressed her very hard length against you, both of you were clothed, but you’d be lying if you tried to deny that it felt good. Now you just needed to get her inside you.
“Nat, please.” You moaned out, begging for more.
Natasha happily obliged, grinding her throbbing, clothed length against you. It felt wonderful, although it would’ve felt much better if you were both undressed. But Wanda had you both on a leash (figuratively and sometimes literally).
“Is our Alpha needy?” Wanda’s silky voice purred. She was teasing Natasha, and it turned you both on.
“Wanda.” Natasha said lowly, her voice a low, husky rumble.
“Yes, Natalia?” Wanda asked, playing coy.
“Please.”
Wanda smiled, softer and less provocative than before.
“Just remember our safewords, hmm?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Natasha visibly brightened up, before her lips reattached to your neck and you got walked backwards to the bed. “You have too many clothes on.” Natasha murmured against your neck as she promptly tore your shirt in half.
To say it turned you on was an understatement. You whined low, needy, and very desperate. You tugged at Natasha’s shirt, a quiet ask for Natasha to undress herself as well.
Natasha chuckled, her laugh a low rumble. “You are very needy, lyubov’ (love).”
“Again?” Your voice was soft and breathy, a whine following quickly after.
“Moya lyubov’ (my love), you are very needy.” Natasha murmured into your ear, nipping at it as she ground her hips down against yours.
You smiled. You liked it when she called you pet names in Russian, but being called lyubov’ (love) was your favorite.
“Please.” You whined.
“Please what? I need words, kotonok (kitten).” Natasha’s words were dripping with seduction.
“Please fuck me. Please.” You whined, unable to take the teasing anymore. You wanted your Alpha to fuck you.
“Oh.”
Natasha wasn’t going to deny you that pleasure, not when you asked so prettily for her. It was a very easy thing to oblige to, especially when every fiber of her being was telling her to claim and fuck you at the moment.
“You’re such a good girl, printsessa (princess).” Natasha praised, voice low and husky.
She quickly undressed herself, but looked to Wanda with question in her eyes. She was totally asking for permission to fuck you, and you did not like being ignored. So you tried to buck your hips up into her, trying to get her attention.
Wanda must’ve agreed, because Natasha was lined up with your entrance within mere seconds. Then Wanda was there, stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings into your ears.
Natasha used your slick to drench her cock before she started to slowly, agonizingly slowly push into you. You whined a long, needy whine. You wanted more, but you weren’t getting it fast enough. So you bucked your hips upwards into her, and Natasha didn’t take that well. Her hips snapped into yours, driving the whole length of her cock into you.
“Impatient thing, you think you get to demand what I give you? No, and now you’re going to take it all, and you better not complain.” Natasha growled out, starting at a rough, and fast pace. You loved when she got like this, all dominant and strung out. It was hot as you had stated to her face many times.
Wanda was there the whole time, whispering about how you were taking Nat’s cock so well and how you would look so good with Natasha’s knot inside you.
Meanwhile, Natasha had only one focus; fucking you till you could only think of one thing, her. She was doing exactly that, fucking you stupid until you were filled with her cum. She wanted to breed you full of her pups.
Natasha continued to pound into you, and you were getting close, she could feel your walls squeezing her. That only spurred her on. She was also getting closer, her thrusts less coordinated and more desperate. She was panting and biting at anywhere she could, making her way to your scent gland, where she would mark your skin.
Wanda was there though, keeping you both tethered. She was murmuring encouragement to you about how you could take Natasha’s knot. And how good you looked all fucked out for them both.
Natasha was trying to push the knot growing at the base of her cock into you, and when she finally pushed it in, you came. It was devastating, a flood of white hot pleasure racing through you in a crashing wave as you screamed in pleasure and pain. Natasha came soon after, her thrusts had become erratic and desperate, and when her hips stuttered and her knot fully swelled inside you, keeping you full of her and the seed she was now filling you with.
Natasha bit down on your scent gland, and blood filled her mouth. She licked the bite, soothing it. It always caught you off guard how quickly Natasha could go from relentlessly fucking you, to kissing you with a tender care that was completely the opposite.
Then you had Wanda, precious Wanda who kept you both from losing yourselves. She was still petting your hair, telling you how good you did for Nat and how you look so good with Natasha filling you like this.
“You’re such a good girl for us, detka (baby).” Wanda murmured, pressing gentle kisses to your temple.
“Mhmmm.” I groaned, my eyes fluttering open to see Wanda’s adoring green eyes. They were so expressive and gentle. Your gaze shifted to Natasha, whose head was resting on your chest as she stared at you as if you hung the moon. “Hi.”
“Hi.” She mumbled back, smiling at you with adoration.
“You have a cute face.” You gently booped her nose, making her playfully try to swat your hand away.
“I am not cute, I am intimidating.” She insisted, though she was smiling.
“You are very cute. Don’t even try to deny it.” You teased, giggling as you continued to tease Natasha.
“As much as I adore watching you two tease each other, I would also love to take a warm, cozy bath.” Wanda cut in, her voice soft and silky, warm as honey.
“Yes, ma’am.” Natasha mumbled sheepishly, carefully pulling out of you and picking you up in her arms. You were in for the best aftercare ever.
God, you loved your girls.