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maximotts · 4 years ago

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𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 || 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐍𝐚𝐭

a/n: back at it again with another WandaNat fic because I just.. love these gays. Anyways since I made this a specific thing, you can send requests for this particular AU if you have a thought pertaining to this dynamic ♡

pairing: WandaNat/f!reader; Say That You Love Me AU

warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI; smut; mommy/daddy kink (Wanda and Nat, respectively); lactation kink (r receiving); sex toy use (double-ended dildo, Nat and r); oral (Wanda recieving); vaginal fingering; pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart); kinda mean Nat but in a fun way uhh she calls R a slut like, once

summary: you forget to close your laptop tabs once and Natasha takes full advantage of the secrets she now knows about you and Wanda

words: 4.8K

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detka- baby printcessa- princess malyshka- baby girl

Evenings with your girlfriends were typically calm things, all three of you sitting on the bed doing something to keep you occupied until bedtime. This particular night the thing Wanda wanted to do was Natasha. They’d been up to something lately- more accurately Natasha had roped Wanda into something unbeknownst to you and Wanda was growing tired of their game. “Nattyy…” Wanda’s voice sounded like a song, trying to entice Natasha into whatever she was covertly after. The redhead brushed her off with a quick ‘hush’ and Wanda fell beside her with a huff. Natasha had an obvious soft spot for Wanda; she tried denying it, but anyone could see through it in an instant.

She doted on her privately to a level that rivaled even your own sometimes and at first you blamed it on the mentor-like interactions the two had back when Wanda initially joined the Avengers, but once you’d invited her into your relationship, it was clear Natasha used that to her advantage when needed. Whenever Natasha gave her special attention, Wanda fell completely under her spell, weak to any of her requests. If the older woman ever wanted to try something new, all she had to do was spend a few days adding a few flyby kisses for the girl into her routine, maybe she was more cuddly when they watched tv at night, and before she was any the wiser, Natasha would reveal her intentions and Wanda would instantly obey. It was conniving, but secretly you wished you had Natasha’s powers.

When Wanda fully rolled herself into Natasha’s lap, tugging on the arm trying to hold the book the redhead was using to ignore Wanda with, you’d had enough of being out of the loop. “Alright you two, what’s happening?” You eyed them skeptically, gaze shifting between the two.

The brunette lifted her head just enough to make eye contact with you, blinking slowly before snapping a glare at Natasha. “If you won’t tell her, I will and she’ll actually help.” Clueless to what they were referring to, you knew at least Wanda was probably right. Denying her was always hard for you; even when she took control, you lived to obey her, to make her proud and happy. One bat of those long eyelashes and you were wrapped around her finger. Natasha on the other hand, no matter how big her witch shaped soft spot was, had a professionally steeled will. Once she committed to a task, there was no breaking her from it. She was never needlessly cruel, but she took the most pleasure in watching you or Wanda beg and plead for her. This time it appeared to be Wanda’s turn.

“You’re being dramatic, Wands. You’ll be fine.” Her free hand dragged over Wanda’s tank top, stolen from your closet, two fingers poking her breast lightly. The touch wasn’t unusual, Natasha loved teasing when she could, especially in private; Wanda’s strong reaction is what caught your eye. Natasha had barely begun her taunting before the younger woman was whining and pushing into her touch, squirming atop her girlfriend’s thighs in a manner way too needy for an action so simple. Your cheeks felt hot at the sight, instinctively drawn to wanting to put your hands on her soft chest too. They were on your mind more often than not, constantly having to keep yourself in check when Wanda reached over you at the dinner table, breasts brushing your shoulder and ear innocently, or whenever she wore a particularly low cut shirt. So many things you wanted to do with them, so little confidence to ask...

But then Natasha’s eyes were on you now, trained eyes taking in every twitch and shift of your body, “You should learn to close your tabs, sweetheart.”

Wh- huh?

“I’m sorry?” Mentally you were scanning through every search you’ve ever made; Natasha was too smart, she could have seen anything. Even if you bothered to delete everything, she would find a way to uncover it if she needed to. Not that you had anything to hide, but out of habit you tended to close the tabs on your laptop. Only rarely did you forget, usually when you had to get up suddenly or when you grew overwhelmed with a discovery rabbit hole and found yourself blushing too hard- “Oh no…”

Natasha quirked an eyebrow, a knowing grin plastered on her full lips as she watched your eyes flit back and forth from her to Wanda. A few weeks ago you were left to your own devices and knowing you were alone for a few hours, decided to indulge a bit. The first time you’d seen it was an accident. It looked average from the thumbnail, just your typical girl on girl scene with an underlying ‘mommy’ or two thrown in- even that, you’d never acknowledged to your partners that you wanted to explore. As the video played on, you found the theme of the video was more intense than you thought and as the younger of the two was guided into suckling at the other’s chest, getting gentle praise the better she did, you couldn’t stop yourself from imagining you and Wanda in the same position. Your hand was in your pants before you knew it, shamefully getting off to the thought of Wanda coaxing you into the same scenario playing out in your laptop.

After you’d finished, embarrassment overtook afterglow and you’d slammed your laptop shut quickly before forcing yourself into a long shower. When you got back Natasha was sitting down, already borrowing your computer for something, and you’d completely forgotten about your hasty exit. “Tasha, I can explain?”

You’d never voiced your curiosity about the idea, always too hesitant to ask either of your girlfriends or figure out how to try out the kink you secretly loved. But of course Natasha had found a way. Confirmation she could do anything. “After I discovered your dirty little secret, I didn’t really know what to do about it, but conveniently I found out that our dear Wanda here had a secret of her own.” Natasha permanently gave up on her book, setting it on the nightstand in favor of scooping Wanda up to sit her up properly on her lap. “Isn’t that right, mommy?”

“Oh…” You thought you were going to combust. You sat dumbfounded in the middle of the bed, watching Natasha coo over the smaller woman squirming in her hold, her hands slipping under her shirt to make direct contact with Wanda’s warm skin. It should be illegal how hot they look together. Long ago you’d accepted you’d never stop drooling over them, but this.. this was too much. From the start Natasha made you call her daddy; you took it as just a show of dominance, but as time went on, the thought stuck with you and you craved the times she’d force you to submit under the name. Now, even used to the expectation of the moniker, it still sent shivers up your spine. Adding Wanda to that dynamic felt greedy, sinful even- never in your wildest dreams would you have asked that of her. Even if you did tend to control her in the bedroom, you weren’t sure if she’d want you to call her something of the sort or take on that kind of role. She was nearly putty in your hands with the softest of pet names; it didn’t cross your mind she might have the counterpart to your hidden fantasies.

Agonizingly slowly you drag yourself closer to the two of them, inching forward until you were face to face with Wanda, sandwiching her in between you and Natasha. The way she instantly reached out for you, winding her thin arms about your shoulders should have been confirmation enough, but you needed to hear her say it. You had to know if you were on the same page. “Is that true, Wanda? Can I call you mommy?”

Her nose brushed yours, foreheads touching as she let out a steadying breath, “Yes please,” It was just like her to add on a please; sweet and submissive to her core. Still, it was something she’d longed for since she found out she wasn’t the only one Nat made to call her daddy. Hers was a power play, an assertion of her authority, but Wanda didn’t want that, not really. She wanted you to love her unconditionally, to know you’d do anything to satisfy her in whatever way she needed. Her goal was a sure sign of your commitment to her. “I know you want to.”

“I-I do want to…” A few times throughout your relationship you’d almost slipped and said it, usually covering it up with a cough or a moan, but you made a mental note to ask if she’d ever caught on. If she had, she was too nice to push you into talking about it without you bringing it up first.

Natasha for her part, was quite pleased with herself. Both you and Wanda loved to hesitate and cute as it was, she adored seeing her plans coming together. “I know that wasn’t all you wanted, sweetheart. Mommy and Daddy have a surprise for you.” Her hands fully slipped under Wanda’s shirt, stretching the ribbed material until she reached two warm mounds of flesh and cupped them in her palms, “I did some research of my own and, turns out, it’s not too hard to replicate what those girls do for the camera...” You watched Natasha play with Wanda right in front of you, fabric outlining her every move as she pinched and tugged her nipples into hardness. Wanda was near sobbing with need, begging Natasha to stop, “As an added surprise, it made my little bunny extremely sensitive, but I’ve been making her wait until the perfect moment.” You’d wondered why she was so irritable since you returned two days ago from your latest mission, like she wanted to throw herself on you, but looked out for Natasha’s permission; something she hadn’t yet given. Now you knew why she’d been simultaneously avoiding you and giving you the deepest looks of longing you’d ever received. Natasha was eerily thorough. “Go ahead, printsessa, tell her what you want.”

Wanda opened her eyes finally, pools of green bearing into you with your faces now inches apart. “Detka, please, make mommy feel good.” You nodded eagerly, giving her a parting kiss to the lips before you backed up just far enough for Natasha to remove Wanda’s top, settling her so her back was flush against her front. As soon as you could, you dove in, wet kisses littering Wanda’s sensitive skin. You wanted to worship every inch of her, let her know just how much you adored her. As careful as you tried to be, sometimes you got carried away and in your lust you knew Wanda would have marks to cover up in the morning. Kissing a path from the hollow of her throat down to the hot valley of her breasts, you breathed out a sigh, happy just to feel the warmth of her against your face.

You gave due attention to each side, sure your lips had been over every inch of her except for where you both wanted to be. Finally your lips engulfed a taut nipple, teeth grazing over the tissue in your haste. “Careful, love, be gentle,” Wanda hissed, wanting to let you explore, but also too sensitive to handle pain right now. She was no stranger to what you were doing, but under these circumstances every lick and bite felt one thousand times stronger.

Heeding her warning, you started back carefully, licking over her hurt bud apologetically. She began bucking her hips against air until Natasha held her still, and the positive reaction gave you enough confidence to start to suck. Gentle but firm, you hollowed your cheeks just a bit until you feel that first bit of liquid hit your tongue. She was sweet, as expected, and in an instant you knew you’d be hooked on this. Wanda fell in love with the sensation as well, trying unsuccessfully to squeeze her legs together; you were in the way. Natasha nudged her nose against Wanda’s neck, trailing up and down the pale column of her throat until the temptation to mark where you hadn’t took over, sucking at her own pace, slow and sure until the witch was whining her name. “Is this okay?” Wanda gave a quick nod of approval, hips chasing where Natasha’s treacherous hand was slipping into her shorts. “Aww, do you need my help, princess?”

The ever growing damp spot on her underwear told Natasha that yes, she did, and she tugged them aside to slide two fingers through where she was already wet and wanting. She hadn’t known how affected she was until Natasha was drawing lazy patterns across her folds, taking her sweet time, but now Wanda needed more. “Shit, Nat-” Wanda gasped, tightening her hand in your hair as you dutifully switched to her neglected breast and began torturing that one instead. “Please?”

“Please,” Natasha mocked, brushing over Wanda’s clit for just a second, leaving her to jerk once in her lap. She loved bringing her up slowly, dragging every single twitch and shake she possibly could from the younger woman. From day one Natasha savored each surprised squeak she got, sexual or not. “You’re making such a mess, Wands. I told you it’d be worth it if you waited for us to take care of you.” Wanda was in on Natasha’s plan beforehand, but only to a point. She couldn’t have predicted how overwhelming being caught between her two favorite people would be; as much as she wanted to keep her head clear, it proved impossible now. “Daddy knows best, especially for mommy and our dumb little baby.” The mention of being their baby had you moaning against Wanda’s pert nipple, selfishly rocking your hips down into the mattress. You hadn’t been touched yet at all, but fuck, Wanda fulfilling your fantasies was hotter than you’d imagined.

Her fingers circled the brunette’s entrance just slow enough to tease; long hair splayed over Natasha’s shoulder as Wanda let her head fall back, exposing the pale column of her throat to the woman behind her. “Oh you just love getting sucked dry, don’t you? Go on, fuck yourself on my fingers.” She pushed in suddenly, two fingers burying themselves deep in Wanda’s tight cunt. She didn’t bother waiting for her to adjust, Natasha knew about her girlfriend’s love of a good, deep fuck intimately; the combination of naughty words and brutal treatment affecting her much more than she ever admitted out loud. Soon enough Wanda fell in time with the rhythm of her fingers, meeting her thrusts with every rock of her hips.

Her body felt like it was on fire, screaming for release, but your mouth was too much and pain threatened to overtake pleasure. “You have to stop, baby… m’sorry…” You reluctantly pulled away when the hand in your hair tugged, nipples growing too sensitive for contact anymore.

Being apart from her made your body feel cold, empty and you whined watching her breasts bounce lightly in motion with how she pushed down for more of Natasha, you wanted to help too. “Mommy…” you begged, but you didn’t know what for. Your brain was hazy, all you knew was the two flushed women mere inches from you- truly you’d do anything for them. “I want you, mommy!” Maybe you were too loud, too distressed with your request because whatever world Wanda had fallen into, she agonizingly brought herself back to focus.

Wanda forced her head back up, bringing her hand from your head to shush you. Her fingers stroked your cheek and you leant into the touch instinctively, pouting your swollen lips when her thumb pushed against them. “I’m right here, malyshka, come here, come help mommy,” her voice was breathy, staggered, but your focus was on the finger in your mouth now, sucking desperately as if you hadn’t just been attached to her only moments ago. “Such a talented little mouth, let’s put it to good use, yeah?”

You nodded eagerly, letting her guide you down until you were forced to lay on your stomach, pulling you by the nape of your neck until you were face to face with where Natasha was filling her. She was dripping, soaking the sheets under them and you whimpered, trying to put your mouth on her again only to find her strong hand stopping you. Confused, you strained to look up at Wanda, wordlessly pleading to be allowed.

“Ask nicely, detka.” She may have been half out of her mind with lust, but she was still somewhat in charge. You were to give her what she wants, not have free reign over her; it was crucial she reminded you of your place. Wanda pet your hair gently as she waited for you to speak up, but when hesitation and defiance flickered in your eyes, she had to squash that. With a sharp tug on your scalp, she grinned when you hissed, ripped from your thoughts. “Words or you won’t get daddy’s cock later.” Natasha chuckled from behind you both, twisting her fingers, Wanda grunting and accidentally yanking your hair too hard on reflex.

Fuck. “No no, mommy please! I want to taste you, please let me!” There was no way you’d survive this without some promise of relief after; the only thing rivaling your need to make Wanda happy was the desire to let Natasha claim you as hers yet again. The mission you’d just returned from was stressful; in the aftermath you still felt wire tight and with Natasha all but refusing to touch you longer than a few minutes, you were clamoring at any chance offered. You’d been so good too, all you wanted was the opportunity to show her how well you could take care of her.

Wanda hummed, tapping your temple with her finger as a go ahead, “Make me feel good.” Smooth muscle ran over her folds eagerly, daring to tease right above where she was needed for just a moment until Wanda forced your head into place. You gave in, sucking her neglected clit into your mouth, dragging a rough groan from the woman above. All you could smell, taste, feel was Wanda, thoroughly drunk on her. Breathing was hard, but that didn’t matter as long as you could stay with her, be with her, you’d keep going. “You’re such a good little girl for me, aren’t you baby? Always so ready to do whatever mommy wants.”

Sloppy moans of agreement resounded from you and around her bud, perfectly timed with Natasha’s thrusts and Wanda knew she couldn’t hang on much longer. “Nat- Natty- please, I-I need..!” She was grinding against your face now, rocking back and forth between leaning into your mouth and Natasha’s fingers. The coil in the pit of her stomach was so tight it started to hurt; Wanda wouldn’t be surprised if tears were falling from her eyes, but the red burn of her cheeks numbed her from anything else. “C-Can I cum?”

Natasha was in heaven, both of her girls panting to keep up with their own arousal in front of her. And one of them she hadn’t even had to touch yet. A deep growl rumbled in her throat, muffled by Wanda’s shoulder where her head rested for the perfect view of both of you, “Go on, mommy, come all over my fingers.” Silken walls squeezed around her digits like a vice, fucking her through her orgasm while you licked her slowly now, pulling away a little now that Wanda’s grip had gone slack. Once she settled, Natasha removed her fingers and offered them to you to which you greedily slurped them clean, still crouched between Wanda’s legs. She saw your eyes going heavy and pinched your bottom lip between her thumb and forefinger, bringing your focus back with a yelp. “Don’t get too sleepy, malyshka. How else am I supposed to give you your reward?”

Before you could ask, Natasha had captured Wanda in a bruising kiss, holding her flush back against her even though Wanda still struggled to catch her breath. The sight now made you impatient and you sat up on your knees, tugging the two of them apart with a whine. “Can it be my turn now? Did I do good, mommy?”

Wanda chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead far too softly for how not soft you currently were. “You did just perfect, baby.” She toppled herself out of Natasha’s lap to sit next to her, hands making a beeline for the redhead’s shorts. “I think she earned her reward, Tasha, don’t you?”

Natasha shook her head in agreement, lifting her hips for Wanda to rid her of her bottoms, revealing one of your favorite straps resting against her. “Come here, Daddy wants a kiss.” She beckoned you with a finger, but you were already shedding your own pants, clamoring into her lap like a touch starved puppy. Her thighs were warm and just a tinge bit damp, Wanda’s doing no doubt, and you mewled, wiggling just to feel the thick toy slot against you. Your lips connected in a fervor, Natasha tasting Wanda on your tongue and groaning, “Shit, you got yourself so full from mommy already, sure you can handle me now, sweetheart?”

Nodding eagerly, you sat up straighter, trying unsuccessfully to push onto her, “I can take it, Daddy! Please, I want you to fill me!” That was all you needed to convince her; she lined you up to the toy and gripped your thighs, letting you sink down until you were seated in her lap again with a whimper. The stretch barely hurt, if you were being honest, the relief you felt just by getting something far outweighed anything that could be perceived as pain. Natasha’s features scrunched, just barely catching the moan that threatened to erupt. The strap she picked was double ended and when you began to move, her end did too. Her pick of toys couldn’t be all for your enjoyment only after all, she was the one who arranged everything.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, honey. Show mommy what you’re like when you’re my sweet little slut.” Completely opposite of Wanda, Natasha demanded dominance, fucking you into submission whenever she wanted to. No matter how much authority you could wield over Wanda, you didn’t stand a chance against Natasha’s power. She held your hips hard, bouncing you on the dildo more for her pleasure than your own. Each time you fell onto her pelvis, that toy hit just the right angle and if she came first, so be it. Occasionally Natasha was selfish in what she took and tonight her gracious nature had run out with Wanda; now she craved her own release above it all. She was unapologetic in the way she’d use you, commanding and all-encompassing- you never got enough of it. There was a ringing in your ears, dazed on the near euphoric stretch your girlfriend was forcing you to take, but faintly you made out Wanda’s calming voice.

“Look at you two. Daddy fucking our plaything until she can’t speak, how cute.” You felt her mouth drag over your bare shoulder, almost cool against your overheated skin. “This is what you get when you do a good job for your mommy,” your eyes squeezed shut, hands balling into fists on Natasha’s shirt; it was all too much. Times like these you were convinced Wanda must’ve been using her powers, refusing to believe just Wanda’s voice could affect you so deeply. It was embarrassing how weak you were for the sweet honey tones that’d say either the kindest or the meanest things, “just the nasty fucking you told me about.”

Fuck, she’d told her. You should’ve known your girlfriends would jump at the chance to gossip about you; with Natasha doing all of this, it was probably part of her plan. It only made you moan louder, the wet sounds of your bodies coming together flushing the tense surface of your skin further. Every meeting of your hips rubbed the textured back of the toy against Natasha’s clit, driving her ever closer to her end. One look at you, head lolled against her shoulder, begging and pleading nonsensically for something neither she or Wanda could seemingly make out, goosebumps high on your skin, Natasha knew you wouldn’t last much longer either.

“Look at me.” Reluctantly wrenching your head up, you forced your eyes open, staring deep into determined blue hues. Her jaw was set tight, clearly holding back with every ounce of restraint she had. “You’re going to cum with me or not at all, and I want to see you.” Just her words had you mewling, hips jerking in erratic motions as you chased your high; you wanted to cum with her, to see her come apart in the same moments you did. “Cum, baby. Show mommy and daddy how much you need us.” You sank onto her particularly hard, the tip of the toy hitting so perfectly deep that you were shuddering, eyes crossing for a second while you were knocked full force into your orgasm. Natasha was right after you, clenching around her end with a loud moan, “Fuck, fuck, you’re so perfect, my love..”

Before you could fall back, Wanda was behind you, letting you melt into her comforting embrace as you shook with aftershocks. There was nothing like the sweet, caring presence of the brunette as you came back to your senses, warmth wrapping around you like a freshly washed blanket. “Thank you, Natty...” It was barely a whisper, but Natasha heard, pulling the strap from you and then her, discarding it for now in favor of laying back against the headboard for you and Wanda to join her.

You both snuggled into either side of her and Wanda tugged the nearest blanket over the three of you as was her ritual. Wanda was by far the cuddliest and believed in bringing both you and Natasha into her gentle aftercare practices every single time, not that you minded of course. Natasha pretended to be bothered, but frequently she was the one who held you and Wanda the tightest.

Natasha casually brushed some of your hair back into place, leaning down to leave a quick peck on the tip of your nose. “Any time, sweetheart. And Wanda?” She turned to the brunette expectantly who only blushed and ducked her head into the crook of Natasha’s neck.

Wanda groaned, rolling over onto her stomach and wishing she was small enough to hide under Natasha’ reclining form. “Fine, you were right and it was worth the wait, but please don’t make me hold out that long again. I might actually kill someone.” The past two weeks since she’d agreed to Natasha’s terms had been hell, she’d grown so irritable most people had started avoiding her altogether. Wanda couldn’t blame them, with how quick she was to snap, red flashing around her eyes with one wrong move, she would’ve ignored her too.

“I can’t believe you arranged this whole thing while I was away, perfect timing.” You looked over to where Wanda was mumbling something about being embarrassed in training and Natasha was affectionately patting her head and chuckled. Intimidating as they could be, they were complete dorks. Your dorks.

“Yeah well, I am a trained spy. Scheming and timing is kinda my thing.” Natasha rolled her eyes, wrapping an arm around both of you. Exhaustion fell over her then and she let her eyes fall closed. She’d come to trust sleeping around you long ago, but every time you caught her falling asleep first, your heart grew. With every waking moment Natasha worked to protect and support her friends and family; she was amazing at it, but as soon as she allowed herself to rest, you felt the need to protect her. Both you and Wanda were glad to give her that brief peace of mind. “And maybe, I wouldn’t have to if you two showed some initiative, but no I have to do everything around here.”

Tired as you all were, her words got you and you locked eyes with Wanda, exchanging a knowing smile. The two of you ducked in, planting a kiss on each of Natasha’s cheeks. “Aww, you love us,” Wanda cooed, earning a playful tug on her long locks from the redhead as she tried to shove you both off. “It’s fine, we know it’s true.”

“I tolerate you for my own gain.” The sleepy upward curve of Natasha’s lips told you otherwise; she was so stubborn.

And of course you still loved her. “Whatever you say, Tash.”

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