ayoello

[ayoello]

This is amazing?! Holy fuck?? Part two when? Please add me to the tag list

Could you write sevika with like a different crime lords daughter and she kidnaps her?? Maybe with it being set with reader a while after her kidnapping and shes kinda like vikas helpless lil prisoner turned housewife??

𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 ⊹

ᴍᴀғɪᴀ!sᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ x ʜᴇɪʀᴇss!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

TAGS: psychological torture, mind breaking, kidnapping themes, mafia au, age gap, forced marriage, fingering, squirting

SYNOPSIS: You have just gotten kidnapped by your father’s biggest enemy in the mafia world, but she doesn’t intend on harming you… she does something far messed up— she breaks you and then, she makes you her wife.

WORD COUNT: 2.0k words

── .✦ “Fuck you!” You yelled, spitting at her foot the moment the duct tape was peeled off your lips.

Sevika looked down at your lipstick print on the tape’s adhesive side, “wow, I heard you were disrespectful, but damn, you’re an awful brat.”

“Don’t you dare speak to me that way!” You seethed with rage, nostrils flaring as you glared at the woman before you.

Her skin was a delicious brown color, a cigarillo hung from her lips that were painted matte black and a tailored coat trailed after her looking figure like a cloak. She gave most of her instructions to her henchmen in sign, just in case you would try to interpret anything. You glared daggers.

“Aw, sweetheart,” Sevika crouched, placing one hand on your thigh, “I suggest you’d better start getting used to this,” she whispered, “you and I are going to be together for a long time.” you shivered.

With your jaw clenched, you replied, “in your dreams.”

Sevika sighed softly, and reached in the duffle bag, taking out a roll of duct tape. She ripped out a piece, “I tried to be nice.”

Your eyes widened, “hey!—” then she gently taped your mouth shut and kissed you right there over the tape. You huffed, the sound muffled through the tape

── .✦ When the doors of the cars opened, you felt a rough hand hook under your upper arm before you were yanked to your feet and dragged out. The mansion was huge. Even huge was an understatement.

“This is your home now,” Sevika announced, turning to face you.

You glared. She grabbed the edge of the tape and ripped it off. “Ow! Asshole.”

The guards shifted, but Sevika gave them a brief glance that said ‘I can handle one brat just fine’. You smirked a little, “can’t do anything without your men jumping to your rescue can you, princess?”

The term hung in the air heavy, Sevika’s lips pressed into a thin line before she grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside without another word. You yelped and almost tripped over the carpeting, following her into the huge house where every corner was draped with this red carpet so smooth you could feel the texture just by looking at it. Butlers stood by the stairway which Sevika stomped onto as she dragged you upstairs where you assumed was her room.

The doors were ceiling-high and opened smoothly with no creak, she shoved you inside before closing the door behind herself with a loud— thud!

You looked, she was fuming. “Princess?” She repeated, grabbing your collar and pulling you up so you could feel her hot breath.

“Yes, princess. Seems like you’ve got a short fuse too,” you grinned smugly.

Sevika slapped you— your cheek stung, head whipped to the side and you could feel the metallic tang of your blood on your tongue. You slowly looked back at her. Then you smirked, “only proving my point, princess.”

Sevika wanted to make you regret doing that, but a strange part of her chest bloomed with warmth and she hated it. “You’re making me weak,” she thought but she’d never dare say it out loud. Sevika sighed, and gestured at you to sit. You complied.

“So why did you even kidnap me?” You crossed your legs, as if this was the most casual conversation ever.

Sevika blinked before answering, “that is none of your business.”

“It is, if you’re going to keep me in here.”

Sevika’s jaw ticked, “you’re different,” she crouched so she was eye-level with you, “you’re the kind of girl upon seeing whom everybody wants to claim. And I am no different from them. I want to marr—”

You interrupted, “—you’re my father’s age, Sevika.”

Sevika rolled her eyes, before getting up, “and you’re a brat.”

“Good to know.”

“And until you decide on listening to the shit I say—” Sevika snapped her fingers and within seconds there were two women with shades beside you, “you’ll be given alone time,” she took a deep breath and lit her cigarillo, “—to reflect.”

“H-huh?— what do you mean?” You were being pulled away from her and her room, you turned and yelled, “Sevika! Where are they taking me!?”

But Sevika had already turned her back. “You’ll know. Soon.”

── .✦ The next few days of torture were inhuman. You were kept in a decent room with a cot comfortable enough to sleep in, but the room was dull enough to make you crave human interaction more and more with time that went on. It was like something invisible was gnawing at your sanity and tearing away bit by bit every hour that went on.

Sometimes you talked to yourself and other times just slept on until an uncomfortable ache settled in your bones. You were given digestible meals— but the spark to escape only started to dim and the only thing you looked forward to was seeing Sevika again. The only person who didn’t act dead in this mansion— her staff always had this faraway expression like something had died in their soul. You never asked. You just wanted out.

The door creaked open, and you looked up, hopeful, “Sevika?”

One of the staff entered, placed a plate on the bedside table and left without a word. You stared after him, then looked at your own lap, why were you wishing it was Sevika? Have you lost your mind? She’s your kidnapper. The reason everything went downhill. Suddenly, the food didn’t feel edible anymore and you spent that night crying. Most of the thoughts in your head— you didn’t understand yourself and all that you wanted now was comfort. And to be held by someone loving. Someone who actually cared. But maybe that wasn’t possible in a world full of cruelty and bloodshed. That’s just your reality. Where you come from.

“Ma’am,” he knocked at Sevika’s office.

“It’s open,” Sevika’s voice was calm but carrying.

“She’s expecting you.”

“Is she now?” Sevika smiled to herself, “it was just a matter of time.”

── .✦ The door opened earlier that morning, the sun hadn’t risen yet. You groggily blinked at the doorway, “erm?”

Then a woman, at least 6’3, made her way to your cot in three sharp strides. “Boss wants to see you.”

The words rose at your throat— “it’s way too early for her bullshit”— but being deprived of proper human interaction for so long dulled the sharp reply and you only mustered a nod. As you and the seemingly lifeless woman climbed the stairs steps, you smoothed out the thin gown you were given to wear in that little room.

The door opened and Sevika walked closer, grabbing you by your waist. You felt your heartbeat stutter. “Come with me,” she muttered before leading you deeper into her bedroom and opened the closet. The dress was a sparkling ball gown with intricate beading and lace, featuring a high neckline and unique puffy sleeves. The full, ruffled skirt created a dramatic silhouette, and it was paired with ornate platform heels that had glitter, pearl straps, and delicate bows.

“That’s… that’s beautiful.” you said, taking a step closer and running your fingers pads over the dress’s neckline.

Sevika watched you with amusement, “it is your marriage gown, after all, so I’m glad you like it.”

You turned, eyes wide, “m-my what!?” You sputtered.

Sevika smiled, eerie and calm, she pulled you by her side and faced the huge mirror across the room, “you and I.” She squeezed your waist gently, “perfect.”

── .✦ The gown clung to you in all the wrong ways— wrong because it wasn’t yours, wrong because it was her gift, wrong because when you stood in front of the mirror with Sevika’s hand fixed possessively at your waist, it almost felt… right. The wedding was quick. Just a room full of stoic men and women in black, standing in rows like an army. The priest’s words blurred as you stared at the ring sliding onto your finger, heavy and cold like a shackle.

“Speak,” Sevika murmured when you hesitated. Her voice was calm, but her steel-gray eyes warned you.

“I… do.”

She smirked. “Good girl.”

The kiss that sealed it was nothing gentle— her gloved hand gripping your jaw, her lips pressing hard enough to steal the breath out of you. The room clapped once, then fell into silence. And just like that, you were hers. When the doors closed behind you both, she didn’t let go of your wrist. She dragged you through the hall, the gown whispering against the velvet carpet, until she slammed the bedroom doors shut with her heel. The lock clicked.

You swallowed. “So that’s it? I’m your… bride now?”

Sevika’s coat slipped off her broad shoulders as she approached, slow and deliberate, like a predator circling its prey. “No,” she corrected, voice low, “you’ve always been mine. Now the world knows it too.” She reached for the back of your gown.

You jolted. “What the hell are you—”

“Relax,” she drawled, brushing her fingers over the laces at your spine, “I’m undressing my wife. That’s allowed.” The words made heat bloom in your chest, unwanted, confusing. Your breath hitched when her lips grazed your ear, her whisper rough, “Don’t fight me tonight. You’ll lose.”

“And you’re an asshole.” You whispered but didn’t resist when your father’s enemy, now your wife, kissed you— this time Sevika’s hands cupped your face in her hands like you were something precious.

Her lips lingered, not bruising this time but slow, steady, purposeful. The kind of kiss that demanded surrender without ever raising a blade. When she pulled back just slightly, her breath brushed over your cheek. “See?” she murmured, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. “You don’t hate me as much as you pretend.”

── .✦ You didn’t resist when Sevika spread out your legs like you were a piece of art. Her hands spread your dripping pussy, smiling at the sight of your wetness, “look at you,” she whispered, “you’re so wet just thinkin’ about me stretching you out, huh?”

You shook your head, “n-no.”

Sevika’s thumb circled your clit slowly, “it’s twitching under my finger,” Sevika pressed it making your hips buck.

“Oh! Don’t do that!” You gasped out, making Sevika chuckle. Her fingers went back to that slow circling pace as she watched your cunt drip with arousal. Your mouth opened and closed, toes curling. “S-Sev, please, don’t tease me on our wedding night.”

“Oh?” Sevika chuckled.

Her thick fingers moved inside and you swore you could feel the years of battles and gun brandishing scars on her fingers as they moved against your pussy walls, her gaze dropped— something lustful and sultry as her digits curled in that one sweet spot that made you see stars.

“Oh my goodness! Right there—” your hand reached and grabbed ahold of her hair.

Sevika chuckled, “here?”

Again she curled her digits and your legs instinctively wrapped around Sevika’s waist and you bucked your hips, chasing your orgasm as her fingers moved faster. Sevika’s thumb rubbed filthy, tighter circles around your clit making sparks fly in your mind. Mental confetti everywhere.

“I’m close, I’m close,” you cried out.

“So fast?” Sevika teased.

You rolled your eyes, half-hearted, “yeah, I was sexually frustrated, jerk.”

“Then let me give you the best orgasm in the world,” Sevika grabbed your left leg and hauled it over her shoulder, “cum, doll.”

Your eyebrows curled up as your eyes closed tightly— you felt the gush exit your pussy as it convulsed around her fingers. You soaked her entire hand, head thrown back and mouth open as you moaned her name over and over again like a mantra. Sevika pulled her hand away, and gave it a slow lick— her grey eyes maintained undeterred eye contact as she licked your sticky mess off her hand.

“You taste like heaven,” she grabbed both your legs, “I want more.”

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[ayoello]

far from the first person to bring this up but what do you MEAN have SEX. It’s not ‘I want my genitalia back’, it’s not ‘I want to be able to masturbate’, it’s specifically ‘have sex’. Why request that if there’s not a person to have sex with??

Who is it, you gayass triangle??

WHO IS IT???

[ayoello]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤEN FRANÇAIS ; B.E.

⤷ billie x f!reader ⋮ billie asks for french lessons and clearly she's more talented at the kissing kind...

𓄲 cw: smut, oral, fingering, strap (r receiving), praise, language, use of y/n (1) + an: pls don't come for me if i made any mistakes

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbased on this req

billie buries her head into her hands with a sigh, again, as she absolutely butchers another french vowel. "comment al-allez...fuck." she sighs, falling back against the couch. "why's there so many goddamn letters?"

you bite your lip to keep from laughing. "it's comment allez-vous." how are you. slow, exaggerated. like she's a toddler.

billie's eyes narrow. "c'mon baby, i thought you'd be a better teacher than this."

earlier on, she'd asked you to help her learn just a little bit of french before press in paris, enough to surprise her fans, maybe toss in a phrase or two in their language. you'd watched her battle duolingo for what seemed like half an hour, airpods in and fingers clenched around her screen in concentration, before she snapped, chucking her phone to the side. "bro what kinda lesson is this?" she'd groaned, eyebrows scrunched together. "when would i ever need to say 'the bird sings'? that's some david attenborough type shit."

you'd laughed, telling her it was trying to teach her sentence structure before she turned to you. "can't you teach me?" she'd asked, taking her airpods out and making you swear ten times not to clown her pronunciation before she let you.

which is why you're trying to hold back your laugh right now. and the truth is, you don't really know a lot of french. not enough to be fluent, at least. just enough to have some fun with billie.

"okay...you know what, we'll go simpler first," you say as you turn to face her. "you know this one. je m'appelle billie." you say, clear and emphasized. my name is billie.

she repeats it back, and okay, her accent isn't terrible. it's cute, endearing even. you know people are going to eat it up. "good, what does it mean?" you quiz her.

she answers correctly and you smile. "see, you got it?"

billie only grins, leaning back into the couch. "too easy. gimme another one."

"mhmm. whatever you say, boss." your eyebrows are raised as if to say you sure about that? you think for a moment before speaking again. "merci de m'avoir invitée." thank you for having me.

billie's head is tilted in concentration while she listens. "damn, that's a mouthful." she laughs before leaning in. you can smell the new perfume she got on her, mixed with the laundry detergent she's been using since forever. "say it again?"

"mer—

her thumb brushes your lower lip. "no. slower."

you should've known. should've known from the moment she'd moved closer and looked up at you with those eyes, biting her lip with a grin. her hand reaches your chest now, pushing you down until your back hits the cushions. "show me one more time," she murmurs, all fake innocence, her thumb brushing your collarbone. "slowly, so i can see how your mouth moves."

it takes you a moment to register what she's saying and even longer to remember what phrase you were even trying to teach her in the first place. it's hard to keep your mind clear when she looks at you like that. "merci de m'avoir invitée," you say again, trying your hardest not to stutter.

"mm," billie hums, before repeating it perfectly. "thank you for...inviting me?" she guesses.

when you nod, she drags her tongue across her bottom lip, eyes locked onto yours with a smirk. "next."

you're still lying flat on your back when billie drops to her knees beside the couch. you let out a nervous laugh as she folds her arms over the edge, chin resting on her hand, so close your faces almost touch. focus. "je veux tes lèvres sur les miennes," you say, barely louder than a breath. i want your lips on mine.

billie blinks in surprise. "that's...way longer."

"just break it down," you say, leaning in. "je. veux. tes. lèvres. sur. les. miennes."

her eyes flick down to your lips. "i'm not even gonna try saying that. what's it mean?" she asks, genuinely curious.

"guess."

"can i get a hint?" her eyes lock onto yours, teeth catching her bottom lip.

you don't answer. just hook a finger under her chin, tilting her face towards yours until your mouths are a breath apart. her lips part, trying to meet yours before you even close the distance.

not yet.

you pull back just a little bit and damn, her pupils are massive. there's only a small ring of blue left in billie's eyes. her lashes flutter, chest rising fast, but you just slide your fingers along her jaw. she lets out a groan and stretches forward. this time, you kiss her. your mouth meets hers slow, so slow, like you've got all the time in the world.

her lips are soft and she sighs as you deepen the kiss, hands tugging on your shirt, impatient for more. but you keep the pace steady before pulling back. when you finally break away, she's dazed, her thumb swiping at her bottom lip. "we still doing the lesson, or...?"

"it's the hint," you whisper. "je veux tes lèvres sur les miennes. it means i want your lips on mine. or if you're feeling simple, kiss me."

billie grins even wider. "i like this lesson."

she kisses you again, deeper, rougher, her teeth scraping your lower lip before you push her back gently. "next phrase," you say, trying to keep your voice controlled like your heart rate isn't about to go over two hundred beats a minute. "enlève mes vêtements." take my clothes off.

billie thinks for a moment. "i only know 'mes'. my."

"close." you take her hands, guiding them to the hem of your top. her fingers burn against your skin as you lift it together, the fabric peeling away slowly. her gaze drops to your chest as she swallows. "enlève mes vêtements," you murmur again, arching into her touch as her palms slide up your ribs. "take my clothes off."

"oh," billie's voice is weak, "yeah. i can do that."

she starts with your shorts and the moment your bra and panties hit the floor, billie's hands are everywhere, thumb brushing over your hip bone, reaching up to your breasts. she crowds you backwards until the armrest digs into your head. "still teaching?" she breathes against your neck, sucking at the frantic pulse there.

"mhm," you swallow hard. "écarte les jambes," you breathe out. spread my legs.

billie freezes, a smile curling on her lips. "fuck, i like the sound of that."

you translate for her and watch her pupils blow wider. she does it instantly, shifting on the couch as she leans over you, one hand sliding up your inner thigh with deliberate, teasing pressure. her fingers dig in as she pushes your thighs apart. "good?" she breathes, dragging her palm higher, but stopping right where you need her the most.

billie's fingers brush over your lower abdomen, watching you twitch towards her touch. "hurry, bils," you whine.

her mouth meets yours again while her fingers trail lower and lower. "fuck," she mutters against your lips. "you're already so wet, pretty girl."

you're about to say something, but it turns into a moan when she swipes two fingers through your folds, slow and filthy. you gasp as she leans down and presses a kiss right to your clit. "this—" she licks a stripe that makes your back arch, "—is way fucking better—" another flick of her tongue, "—than duolingo."

billie lifts her head, her fingers glide over your clit, circling once, twice, before sinking knuckle deep inside. your back lifts off the cushions, but she pins your hip down with her free hand. "let me hear you, baby."

you're loud. whining as she hooks her finger, cursing when she adds a third, thighs shaking as she pumps them in a relentless rhythm. her tongue circles your clit and it feels amazing. when she speeds up, you moan louder, thighs locking around her head. billie lets out a loud groan, hands moving to pry your legs apart. you're so fucking close when she pulls away and stands up.

you whip your head up with a frustrated frown. billie stands there, her fingers still glistening and she wipes it down her leg. you watch her, thighs still spread as she peels her hoodie off with one hand. her belt clicks before it drops to the floor with her pants.

the strap's already on, she must've put it on before this all happened. the realization makes you clench around nothing. "you planned this," you accuse, lips curling up into a smile.

billie smirks, moving back over to you. "can't help it." her hand slides up your inner thigh, thumb pressing into your clit. "now...talk to me."

you moan as her fingers slide in again. "fuck—feels so good—"

"no." her fingers stop. "en français."

you let out a whine but still do as she says, letting out a string of breathless french curses, half-pleas, her name spilling from your mouth. she groans like it's the hottest thing she's ever heard, her hips jerking forward instinctively. the head of the strap drags through your pussy, teasing.

"you sound so damn hot," she says, finally pushing it in. you gasp as billie drops her forehead, thrusting into you steadily from the start. your nails rake down her back and she lets out a moan, closing her eyes as her head tilts back.

her hips snap forward, abs clenched. "fuck," she pants as she pulls nearly all the way out before driving back in. "should've—mm—should've done this sooner."

her forearm braces next to your head, the other gripping your hip hard to keep you steady as she fucks into you so deep you swear you can almost feel it in your stomach. "takin' me so fucking good, baby."

your eyes screw shut in pleasure, hand flying out to grab at the couch as you tighten around her strap. she keeps a perfect rhythm, reaching that perfect spot every time. billie's breathing hitches for a moment when you wrap your legs around her waist, heels digging into her back to pull her deeper.

you can feel her body hit yours with every hard thrust, each one pushing you further and further up the couch. "close," you moan, fingers twisting in her hair. "billie, i'm—fuck, right there, don't stop—"

she kisses you, groaning into your mouth as her hand slips between you, thumb circling your clit as she picks up her pace. "c'mon baby, come for me," she demands against your lips.

it's building faster now, your thighs are flexed and trembling around billie's hips. you clench around her so hard she actually moans, struggling to move for a moment like she's fighting the tight squeeze you've got on her. "christ, i can feel you," she grits out, fingers digging into your waist as she fucks you harder.

then all at once, you feel your muscles seizing up, back lifting off the couch as your thighs clamp around her hips. for a stupid, breathless second, it's almost like you forget how to speak, only letting out a "billie!" and a moan as her lips meet yours.

she keeps going, eyes burning into you like she's wants this version of you tattooed in her brain forever. and when she finally slows, it's because you're twitching at practically every touch, moaning at her to stop.

her mouth trails over your cheek, your jaw, your neck. "fuck," she whispers. "y'look so pretty like this."

billie collapses half on top of you, the strap still inside, nuzzling into your neck. her breathing is still rough when she murmurs "je t'aime," after a pause, like she'd been practicing the words in her head the whole time. "did i say that right?"

"yeah." you laugh, breathless, running your fingers through her damp hair. "i love you too."

she grunts and pulls out, her hands already on you as she helps you sit up. "easy." she murmurs, tugging you across her lap. a second barely passes before she adds in "you're so fucking hot when you speak another language."

"my god, bils." you sigh with a smile. "did you even learn anything?"

she nods. "we should practice more though," billie says, smirking, "for paris, of course."

ㅤ@ billieeilishtours on instagram reelsㅤ10 min #HARDANDSOFTParis: Billie for her interview in Paris, France earlier today! —@ billieeilish #billieeilish user1: god she's so beautiful user2: BILLIE SPEAKING FRENCH?! SINCE WHEN user3: gf effect at its finest user4: hello her accent??? everyone thank y/n user5: need her to talk me through it

billie tosses her phone at you, grinning. "they think you're some kinda genius."

you smile and scroll through the comment section, laughing at some of the more...interesting... ones. thank god this isn't tiktok, you think. you don't wanna see what kind of photos people would pull out if instagram ever added that feature. "well," you start, "i did teach you something, didn't i?"

billie crawls over you, lips grazing your neck. "yeah? what was it again?" her fingers trail down your stomach. "think i need a reminder," she smirks.

yours truly, @urjustsosweet

[ayoello]

I NEED HER IN WAYS THAT I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN LIKE SHE GENUINELY HAS MY SHIT THROBBING AND BEGGING FOR HER LIKE OMG ID DO ANYTHING FOR HER LIKE IF SHE WANTS ME TO TURN INTO ZOEY, ROMANCE, ABBY, RUMI, I DONT CARE ILL DO IT I JS NEED HER SO FUCKING BAD

[ayoello]

CaitVi x SW crossover (this one sprouted a few very angsty drabbles on twt I was so honored).

[ayoello]

Hangover

Summary: You woke up in a room that isn’t yours, two beautiful women sleeping at your sides and a bunch of memories and promises make you realise love at first sight actually exists. For once, it was a good idea you listened to your friends, right?

Pairing: married! Wandanat x fem! reader

Warnings(+18): alcohol, fingering, oral sex, strap on use, mommy kink, daddy kink, degradation kink, voyeurism, masturbation, pillow humping, praise kink, goofy! Natasha, flirty! Wanda, plot w porn I won’t lie, fluff

you don’t have permission to translate/repost my work anywhere. Please be respectful. Likes, reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated. MDNI — Regina

A/N: You guys won’t believe how the story started in my head- IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS. Also I tried to write porn without plot and failed. Here we are tho ♡ hope you like it. The middle pic is from my personal collection 🤪 I miss paradise. Also sassy is what my friends call me hehehe

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The first thing you did when your mind started waking up was groan.

The room was a little chilly, your body was sore and your head was about to kill you. You kept your eyes closed, trying to decide if you should stay in bed that day or join your friends for breakfast.

You arrived to Cancun three days ago after the endless begging of your friends for you to join them on their little trip. And it was supposed to be healing as you found yourself again. But right then and there, you were regretting joining them for drinks at the hotel’s bar the night before.

You sighed. The headache wouldn’t go if you didn’t take anything. And when you tried to reach for your phone, instead of touching the nightstand, you touched a warm body.

That made you sat up immediately, making you aware of your naked state as the sheets fell into your lap. Your lips parted as you looked to your left.

A brunette was lying on her back, her arm over her head trying to block the sunlight and her other hand below your pillow and her chest covered with the sheets. You moved backwards, only to bump into another body and you gasped.

When you turned to your sight, you found a redhead lying on her chest, her back bare and marked. Her arm placed protectively over your lap.

Your head started spinning a little as the memories of the night before finally flooded your mind as your eyes scanned the room that clearly wasn’t yours.

And your cheeks started burning.

(—)

The day before.

Wanda convinced her wife to have a little getaway. By little she meant a Caribbean paradise to forget about the not-so-little break up with their latest girlfriend.

They were running from their demons. Every inch of their house reminded them of the breakup and when Natasha started spending more time in the office than by her side, Wanda knew they had to leave as far away as they could.

And the redhead wasn’t so sure at first but when her wife kissed her so seductively and whispered the filthiest things in her ear, Natasha couldn’t resist anymore.

Everything was running smoothly. They tanned, read and swam at the pool like it was their second honeymoon. And they fucked like they could pound the memories out of each other. It was working, though.

Until, you walked in front of them at the pool. Wanda’s jaw almost dropped and she swore she heard Natasha growl under her breath but it could’ve been her. It was hard to say.

You looked stunning. A red bikini adorning your body, your hair pulled up, sunglasses resting at the top of your head and a beach bag hanging on your shoulder. And you stopped before them, turning around when someone called your name and Wanda’s hopes died when a tall blond man approached you.

He hugged you and your body relaxed under his touch. And Wanda couldn’t help when she sighed and turned to look at Natasha. But her wife was still looking at you, and if it wasn’t for her sunglasses, Wanda would’ve noticed the way Natasha’s eyes darkened at your sight.

Then the redhead furrowed her brows, making Wanda look back at you. You were giggling and trying to push away the man, as he took away your bag and started fighting with you.

Wanda jumped on ready to help you but Natasha stopped her. You kept laughing, pushing him away as he kept threatening to push you to the pool.

“Luke, stop!” you laughed and your voice was like music to their ears.

Were your moans as sweet as your laughter? Or did your voice drop lower when you felt needy?

But Wanda’s trail of thoughts was interrupted with your scream and a splash, flinching a little when water reached her and she gasped when you weren’t coming out of the water.

Natasha reacted first, jumping to the pool instantly and helping you out. You took a deep breath, your cheeks instantly flushed as Natasha held your hips protectively.

You brushed your hair back. Your eyes meeting a pair of unfamiliar green eyes looking at you worried. For a moment, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. And your lips parted to talk but you were sure you forgot your own name.

“Are you okay?” Natasha asked softly, not quite ready to let you go and unaware of your flustered state.

“Come on, sassy, stop pretending you don’t know how to swim” Luke interrupted the moment and you weren’t sure who growled, you or the redhead.

You turned to glare at him and flipped him off, only making him laugh and then you looked back at the redhead.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you” you said softly and Natasha nodded.

The redhead helped you out of the pool and you offered her your hand to help her out, ignoring the teasing tickles from your best friend.

Your breath faltered when you took in the redhead’s image. She was wearing a black bikini top and a pair of black shorts. But that wasn’t what made you stop breathing, it was her toned abdomen and her strong arms that made you forget about everything else.

Luke pinched your side, offering you a teasing grin and you rolled your eyes and smacked his arm.

“Hey! Don’t be so mean” he grunted, placing a hand over his burning skin where your punch landed and you smacked him again “Stop!”

“That’s for pushing me, vipes” you huffed and he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek “I’ll deal with you later” you muttered and faced the redhead again, that was now drying herself.

In that moment you noticed the brunette that was lying next to her and your mouth watered at her sight. She was wearing a mustard bikini, long legs perfectly tanned and a collarbone that was challenging you to touch just to find out if it was as sharp as it looked. She smiled at you softly and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red.

“I- we are sorry” you said softly, your eyes dancing in between them and you offered the redhead a grateful smile “Thank you for saving me, that was really kind”

“Yeah, saving you from your own stupidity” Luke teased but regretted it when both women glared at him as if they were trying to kill him on spot.

“Yeah, that too” you chuckled, a little amused that they made Luke squirm a little “But really, thank you”

It was like you weren’t ready to go, glued on your spot even when Luke was trying to make you keep walking. But you would’ve done anything to hear the redhead’s voice again and wondering how the brunette sounded.

And as if they could hear your thoughts, both smiled softly at you.

“It was nothing, just…” Natasha glanced at Luke for a moment and her eyes softened when meeting yours “be careful. It doesn’t matter if you know how to swim, games like that could end up badly”

Luke huffed like a scolded child behind you and you nudged him with your elbow making him yelp as you smiled and nodded.

“Tasha, don’t be so hard on them” Wanda scolded her wife softly and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “Glad you are okay, sweetheart”

Your breath hitched at the sound of the brunette’s voice. It was sweet and alluring. You would even dare to say motherly in a way that electrified your skin and made your knees feel weak.

Luke noticed your state. He could almost see the moment your brain malfunction and he smirked. As much as both women made clear they didn’t like him, his little game turned out better than he imagined. Still, he cleared his throat and you flinched.

“Yeah, I- huh, thank you again” you finally said, trying to remember how to breathe and waved at them “Sorry for the trouble and I hope you keep having a good time”

You started walking but Luke stood still, watching you with an amused smirk and you rolled your eyes. You grabbed him by the wrist, trying to ignore the curious eyes of the women and fighting to make him move.

“Vipes, I swear to god-“ you grunted and he chuckled, starting to move as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Come on, sassy. I have a story to tell” he laughed and you pushed him away.

Both women watched you leave as you bickered with him. And Natasha almost jumped again when you were close to falling but this time Luke grabbed you by the waist and you started smacking his arm but giggled.

“Do you think they-“ Wanda started and Natasha looked at her wife.

“I don’t think so, dorogaya” Natasha sighed and laid down, putting her sunglasses back on “I hope not”

“You hope?” Wanda smirked and Natasha scoffed “Don’t be like that, moya lyubov’. We are on the same team here” the brunette smacked her wife’s thigh playfully.

Natasha chuckled, wrapping her arms around her wife and pulling her over her lap. She kissed Wanda’s neck as Wanda tried to break free because Natasha was too cold for her hot skin.

“I know we are, but I’m not so sure we should be thinking that way” Natasha said softly and Wanda turned to look at her, letting her body curl over Natasha’s and pecking her lips softly.

“Maybe that’s what we need, Tasha”

They both looked at you. You were now at the other end of the pool, lying down as the sun kissed your skin with your arms folded behind your head. Luke was standing before you and telling your two other friends about what happened, but their eyes were fixed on you.

“Maybe, but she’s gone now, Wands” Natasha said softly. She kissed Wanda’s forehead and patted her side as she offered her wife a loving smile “But I can get creative tonight”

Wanda laughed and kissed Natasha. At the end of the day, the redhead was her true partner in crime. The rest of the world was just a fantasy.

(—)

“Do I really have to go? I’m tired” you whined, letting yourself fall onto the mattress as Maddison threw you a dress “Mads”

“None of that, baby girl, it’s Friday night” she shrugged and looked at you “Just tonight, the rest of the week you can ignore our pleads”

You sat straight and snorted “You always say that and for some reason, it keeps happening”

But you complied. Anything to keep your mind away from home or away from the women that saved your life that day. Mostly them.

They were extremely hot, even Luke made an effort to state that when he was telling the story to Noah and Maddison. And you felt their gazes more than once during the day at the pool, or maybe you just imagined that since you wished for them to keep noticing you.

You weren’t sure, though. By the way they talked, at least the little you heard, they seemed to be married but it wouldn’t be the first time you mistaken friends for lovers. You could never trust your gaydar.

So a night out to clear your mind sounded marvellous. It was that or staying at your room as your mind ran over and over again their faces like a prayer.

You started dressing yourself, ignoring Maddison when she called you a good girl and after doing your makeup, both of you left your room.

The boys were already waiting for you at the hotel’s bar since you weren’t in the mood to go full nightclubbing and that was the best you could offer. And they agreed just because if they got you tipsy enough, maybe you would be the one wanting to change scenarios.

You greeted both and sat on a barstool next to Luke that was grinning at you mischievously. You squinted your eyes as he wiggled his brows and then decided it was better if you didn’t know.

You asked the bartender for a piña colada and Luke groaned.

“Dude, you are going soft” he glared at you and changed your order for something stronger a Moscow Mule.

“No, you are trying to kill me” you scoffed and Luke laughed “Vodka isn’t my cup of tea, vipes”

“Tonight it is” he shrugged and leaned over the counter “Your girlfriends are here, by the way”

At that, you straightened your back and Luke started laughing louder. You pushed him away when he tried to hug you and grunted.

“Shut up” your cheeks flushed and you thanked the bartender when he placed your drink before you and gave a long sip “They are not my girlfriends”

“But you wish they were” he teased, nudging your side playfully.

“She wishes what?” Noah chimed in, his arms wrapped around Maddison’s waist and you groaned, hiding your face in between your hands.

“That the hot women from earlier were her girlfriends or at least one of them. Hard to tell if they are together” Luke said tapping his chin in a thoughtful manner and you punched him.

“Are they here?” Mads asked, her eyes already scanning the place and you closed your eyes.

Ever since you broke up with your ex, your friends were firm believers that the only way out of your dark tunnel was a quick fuck. Noah and Luke were insufferable about it but when Maddison chimed in, it only got worse.

And you knew they were trying to cheer you up. After all, they were the ones collecting the pieces of your broken heart. But no one was interesting enough for you to really pay attention until that day.

You didn’t even know their names and maybe it was for the best. But both women were extremely attractive, it wasn’t even fair to be that hot. Physically should be impossible and yet, they were goddesses walking down on earth.

Luke told the story, emphasising on the fact that you were flustered when you talked to them and they pushed all day for you to talk to them. You stayed firm, though, even if on the inside you wanted to do it.

But it was like tossing a coin. They could be married or just friends or worst case scenario they were straight. Either way, you would’ve ended up making a fool of yourself and you weren’t ready for that hit.

“Yeah, corner booth on your right” Luke smirked and Noah and Maddison turned their faces in the most obvious way they could.

You gulped the rest of your drink and ordered another one. They were as embarrassing as any parent could be. Well no, they were worse.

“Dude, they are one hundred percent lesbians” Noah said looking at you and you side eyed him “Mads is the only straight woman I believe is that beautiful, the rest are certainly lesbians”

“Nice wording, baby” Maddison kissed his cheek and he smiled proudly “But he is right. And they make me wish I was into women, like damn”

You sighed, loudly and dramatically. You were delusional but your friends always fuelled that side of you and this time you weren’t falling for it.

“Well, then they are married. Cheers to that” you said raising your glass and Luke patted your shoulder “Do not hit on me, Lucas”

He chuckled “I was gonna say, you could always try your shot”

You gulped again your drink, leaving your glass half empty and shook your head as you laughed.

“Last time you told me that, I found my best friend” Maddison laughed at that and cheered with you “And I’m not replacing her”

The three of them kept teasing you, trying to encourage you to go and talk to them but that only made you keep drinking. And maybe alcohol wasn’t the best solution for your broken heart, the teasing or the need that was increasing between your legs every time you glanced at them, but the alcohol was making it bearable.

In the middle of your fourth drink, the bartender pushed a new drink and you looked at him confused. It was a different drink, the glass was garnished with lipstick and you raised a brow.

“This cocktail is called ‘The Flirt’” he explained with a soft smile, gaining the attention of your friends as they turned to look at him with curious eyes “Tequila, brandy, cranberry juice and lime juice” he continued, focusing on you as you stared at the drink like it held all the answers in the world “From the ladies over there”

Your cheeks started burning as Noah and Luke high five and Maddison started laughing. The bartender offered you a friendly look but it didn’t help to soothe your nerves and you tried to give it back.

“I don’t think this is a good idea” you said shyly, finishing your drink and Luke wrapped his arm around your shoulder “Don’t”

“Sassy, it’s just a drink not a marriage proposal” he said softly, restraining himself from teasing you. He sniffed the drink and looked at the bartender “I want one, smells nice. Please”

“Take mine” you grunted and Luke ignored you, pleading silently to the bartender to go and he nodded “Lucas”

“No, we are not doing this” he said firmly and you turned to look at him “I know we tease you a lot but this is a sign, (Y/N)” you groaned and started shaking your head “Yes, it is. Take the drink and just go and thank them. If they were just being nice with you, you can come back and we all go to bed” Noah smacked the back of his head but Luke remained unbothered, almond eyes only focused on you and smiling softly “And I will do whatever you want for a month”

“You really want me to go over there, huh?” you giggled softly and his smile widened.

“It’s been six months, sassy girl” he pecked your cheek “Go and if you don’t like them, look at me and I will go and pretend I’m your jealous boyfriend”

You laughed and rolled your eyes playfully “You always want to play that role” he shrugged and you sighed “Fine, but I will make you suffer for a month”

You stood up and took the drink. Your hand slightly shaking as you took a deep breath. It felt like you even forgot how to flirt, you were rusty after five years of being in a relationship.

“Go, get ‘em tiger” he patted your shoulder and you sighed.

(—)

Surprisingly, the drink was Natasha’s idea.

But she had to do something because it couldn’t be a coincidence that they ran into you two times that day after not seeing you the whole week. And Wanda also kept throwing stealthy glances at you, although she wasn’t as subtle as she think she was. Not for Natasha, at least.

And if it went wrong, Natasha could blame it on the alcohol later. Even when she knew how to handle her vodka. But the smile of her wife was priceless when she did the request to a waiter, so it really was worth the trouble.

But Wanda’s smile faded when she watched you struggle. Your blond friend was telling you something, the bartender was looking at you trying to decide what to do and your other two friends were immersed in their own world.

You looked conflicted.

“I think we over did it, moya lyubov’” Wanda looked at Natasha nervously, biting her lip and feeling her heart race.

The redhead extended her arm and Wanda took her hand seeking comfort. And there wasn’t any other thing that could soothe her worries like Natasha’s reassuring smile.

“Well, in that case we tried and I keep my word on getting creative tonight” Wanda giggled and Natasha’s smile widened “There you are, dorogaya”

“Yeah, you are right. Maybe my gaydar is broken” Wanda sighed, shrugging and Natasha laughed.

“Or maybe she’s not into us, Wands” Natasha teased and her wife offered her an offended look “Well, into me. My wife is extremely hot”

“Hey now! My wife is hotter” Wanda grinned and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “But really, it’s okay. At least she got a free drink and…”

Natasha’s eyes flicked your way and her heart skipped a beat. You were now walking towards them, stumbling a little but with the drink on your hand. And for a second, Natasha thought you were going to throw the drink to them. But when her eyes met yours, you smiled softly and she forgot how to breathe.

“Dorogaya”

“So I think we could just close the tab and…”

“Wands”

“I really don’t mind. In fact, I think I’m feeling tired. Aren’t you…”

“Wanda!” Natasha said louder and Wanda flinched, furrowing her brows a little hurt because her wife never raised her voice. At least not to Wanda “I’m sorry, my love, but look”

Wanda then looked your way. You were closer, walking too slow for Natasha’s liking but she was enjoying the view. And Wanda’s breath faltered as she squeezed Natasha’s hand tightly and ignored when her wife grunted.

Both looked at you in awe when you stood before them. The crimson dress that you were wearing made you look like an angel of death. Their deaths. Your hair was down, your collarbone adorned with a cute silver necklace and you were wearing rings.

“Hey” you said shyly “Thank you for the drink. Seems like I owe you big time now” you joked, trying to keep your nerves in check even when the alcohol was numbing you and still your skin was buzzing.

Natasha’s jaw was one movement away from dropping, you couldn’t look hotter even if you wanted to. It should be illegal or something. And Wanda wasn’t so sure about her own name, afraid of talking and making a fool of herself.

They were never shy around women. Not when they were single and specially not since they were married. Both were natural flirts, almost bordering arrogance when it came to their looks. They knew they were hot, they knew they were charming, they were overly-confident with their skills in specially in bed.

And yet, in that exact moment, they both forgot how to talk.

On your end, the silence stretched too quickly. It was barely two minutes, but your confidence shattered. What if they didn’t mean to send you the drink? What if it was meant for someone else? What if they didn’t even want you there?

You bit your lip nervously, taking a step back and looking over your shoulder. Luke nodded and said something to Noah and Maddison, and started to walk towards you.

And Wanda finally snapped out of her own thoughts.

“Hey, sweetheart” she smiled softly and her voice electrified your skin “Did you like the drink?”

Wanda kicked Natasha under the table, not daring to look away from you and her wife growled but it was enough for her to react.

“I- well I haven’t…” your cheeks flushed and you shifted your weight nervously.

“Why don’t you join us for that drink?” Natasha said sliding over the round booth to sit closer to Wanda and gave you space “Unless you have somewhere else to be?”

There was a hopeful edge on Natasha’s voice and your legs almost failed you because she sounded so sweet. But before you could accept, Luke’s arm wrapped around you protectively.

“What are you doing, baby?”

Wanda threw a ‘I told you so’ look to her wife. Natasha’s jaw clenched at the sight of the blond man. Your cheeks were burning and you were wishing for the earth to swallow you up. The only one that was grinning and in control was Luke; the one person that didn’t belong there.

In his defence, you gave him the signal.

You took a deep breath and turned to look at him, trying to silently ask him to go but Luke was dumb when he wanted.

“Why don’t you go with Noah and Mads, hm?” you asked softly and he frowned.

“What? But you…”

“You heard me, vipes” you cleared your throat, your eyes wide opened as you tried to signal him to get on track. But you could see how slowly the dots were connecting “Lucas!”

You smacked his arm and he flinched. And finally, he reacted. Luke grinned and nodded, you could just wish he didn’t look that obvious to the beautiful women behind you as much as he did to you.

“Oh, yeah. Huh” he scratched the back of his neck and looked over you “Ladies, I think I never apologised. Sorry for the disturbance earlier and for…” you pinched his arm subtly and he grimaced “Yeah, for earlier. I’ll see you later, sassy” he leaned and pecked your cheek.

Natasha watched him leave and she smiled triumphantly to her wife. The redhead loved being right, she loved even more proving her wife wrong even when that got her in trouble. It was always worth it.

And she told herself as much when Wanda nudged her forcefully with her elbow and smiled at you with innocent eyes when you turned to look at them.

Wanda Maximoff was the devil in disguise and no one but Natasha knew that.

“Sorry about that, he just… well, it doesn’t matter” you bit your lip nervously, trying to gather your thoughts “So may I sit or should I just…”

“Please, I promise we don’t bite” Wanda said cheerfully “Unless you are into that, in that case we very much bite”

Natasha looked at her wife incredulously. Wanda only got that chatty when she was nervous, like it was her first time interacting with a woman and if they wanted a chance with you, Wanda needed to get it together.

But you chuckled and sat on the spot Natasha left you.

“I guess it depends on who is biting, so we will see” you smiled softly, gaining confidence from god knows where but it was working.

“So sassy? Is that your name?” Natasha said casually, taking a sip of her drink and your cheeks flushed.

You were there already flirting with them and you didn’t even know their names nor they knew yours. But the redhead was smooth, you gave her that.

“God no” you giggled and Natasha almost choked on her drink, could you get even cuter? “Vipes calls me by my gamertag. I mean Luke, I also call him by his gamertag” you babbled and Natasha held back an amused smirk.

You were just like her wife. Well, Wanda barely got that nervous so it was almost your fault that she was in that state. But that seemed to be your usual. And it made sense.

If Natasha had to guess, you probably were in your mid twenties. At least ten years younger than them. You seemed to come from a good family, nice manners and probably you had siblings based on the way you treated your friend. Long-term relationships were your thing, so a one night stand was barely an option and still, you were there with no expectations.

That was the redhead’s final assessment. And she was right. Natasha Romanoff was always right.

“Gamertag?” Wanda tilted her head slightly and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red, making Wanda’s curiosity spike even more.

You probably sounded like a total nerd. Or that’s what you believed while Wanda was genuinely curious. Natasha was the gamer, not her.

“Yes, dorogaya. Gamertag, you know the name you use online when you play?” Natasha explained sweetly and Wanda raised a brow, clueless “Like mine? Black Widow?”

“Oh, I see” she giggled and looked back at you “You’ll have to forgive me, perhaps I’m old” her cheeks flushed and you wanted to tell her you probably looked like trash next to her, that there was no way she was that old. But you bit the inside of your cheek nervously “And sassy is yours?”

“Something like that but my name is (Y/N)” you hummed and took a sip of your drink to soothe your nerves “And do you have names or should I just call you hottie one and hottie two?” your tongue ran before you could stop yourself and your eyes widened, coughing and not sure where to focus “I mean- god, I’m so sorry. I take it back. No, I mean I don’t take it back. You guys are hot but I say that respectfully and I didn’t want to…”

Natasha grabbed your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze, making you look at them. They were smiling a little amused but they weren’t judging. You bit your lip nervously, embracing the warmth of Natasha’s touch as she rubbed tender circles on the back of your hand.

“Thank you for the compliment, malyshka” Natasha started softly, as if she was trying to be careful of not scaring you away “I’m Natasha and this is my wife, Wanda”

“And I gotta say, you have a very cute name” Wanda added, smiling at you and almost climbing Natasha’s lap just to be closer to you because her wife got to touch you first and the brunette was competitive.

“You guys do too” you nodded, downing half the drink before you could keep talking and you made a bigger fool of yourself “You also make a lovely couple”

And they did. They truly did. It shouldn’t be fair that two women that hot were together but life was never fair. And they looked like a match made in heaven, like two pieces that belonged together perfectly. It was written all over them.

But knowing that didn’t keep you from feeling a little disappointed because the chances of them looking for a third were very thin.

“Oh, thank you. That’s really sweet, isn’t it moya lyubov’?” Wanda smiled at her wife and Natasha hummed, her eyes fixed on you even when her wife kissed her cheek.

“Is that… Russian or something?” you asked curiously and Natasha offered you a proud smile, one that made your heart flutter.

“It is. Good job, malyshka” Natasha praised and your arousal pooled between your legs “Wanda called my love and I just called you little one” she explained but you were half listening. You nodded but you were squeezing your legs thanks to the praise and the pet name, what was wrong with you?

“I’m not that little” you murmured and Wanda giggled “I’m twenty five”

“It’s not like that, sweetheart” Wanda explained with a soft smile “Although, for us you are little. In a cute way and maybe we are just older” your lips parted to ask but she tutted “It’s rude to ask a lady her age”

“She’s thirty five, I’m thirty seven” Natasha rolled her eyes playfully and Wanda smacked her arm. You giggled “You act like you are eighty or something, Maximoff”

“Says the woman that keeps complaining about her knee” Wanda scoffed and winked at you.

Their silly banter was refreshing. You weren’t sure how long they’ve been together but the way they acted around each other was something you wished you would be able to find one day. Being around someone that long for them to be your best friend and your lover.

“So, malyshka, what brings you here? To Cancun, I mean” Natasha asked grinning at you.

“For that, I think I’ll need another drink” you said shyly.

“As you wish” Natasha called a waiter over.

And you tried to collect your thoughts and feelings. It was a terrible idea to talk about your ex when you were trying to flirt with them. But they asked and you couldn’t find in yourself to lie, not to them.

Their beauty made you nervous and made your whole body buzz with need. But both women also looked at you as if they could catch you when you fell, like they would never judge.

The real question was: could you trust them?

(—)

None of you were sure how long you’ve been hanging in that booth. But the more you talked to them, the more comfortable you felt.

The moment you saw Wanda, you knew she was a sweet person. There was a light around her that was compelling, that called you without trying. But getting to know her was a full experience. The brunette was well educated, loved reading, she was the reason Natasha didn’t get a dog because she was more of a plant person and she volunteered in a music center by giving piano lessons for children that couldn’t afford them.

She was a true angel. Plus, you now were sure about her motherly energy.

Natasha, on the other hand, at first seemed like a little rigid. She teased, she flirted, but it was like Natasha was holding back. You saw the moment the redhead started easing up to you, how her body relaxed and her smile was more genuine.

She turned out to be hilarious, a goofy woman that loved pushing her wife’s buttons even when that got her in trouble, a huge protective energy and incredibly intelligent.

Natasha read you like an open book, every question she asked was precise as if she already knew the answer and wanted to confirm it. But it made sense, she ran her own security company, she needed to know how to read people. It was impressive nevertheless, because she was a software engineer and you always pictured people like that having a little more trouble when mingling.

Both were amazing and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be with them or be like them. Because together, they looked like a solid couple that knew each other better than they knew themselves.

Wanda would scrunch her nose when she didn’t understand a small thing and Natasha would be there explaining patiently to her wife in words that were more familiar to her. Natasha would tense up when a question took her by surprise and Wanda would caress her arm and lock her fingers with her wife’s.

And you wished you could be jealous, even if you didn’t know of who or what, but it wasn’t coming. Because they were also making sure to wrap you in their own bubble.

They listened to you when you talked about the real reason you were there and their eyes softened as if they were going through the same thing. Wanda asked about your work and listened carefully. Natasha asked about your goals and even offered to help if you were comfortable with.

You weren’t sure how they kept pulling you closer. Maybe it was the way Natasha kept ordering for you, not before checking in and asking if you needed something else. Maybe it was the way Wanda smiled at you softly when she noticed you were getting nervous and called you sweet names.

Both wrapped you in comfort and security. Drawing lines around you that they kept asking silently if you were okay with them crossing. Not pushing, only patience. And you weren’t sure where it was going, because they were taking their time, but you wouldn’t mind if it ended up with them being just friends. As long as you got to keep them by your side, it seemed worthy.

Then, Wanda made it very clear for you. Maybe it was the alcohol running through her veins, maybe it was her eagerness or maybe it was her impatience. But she made the effort to be transparent with you. No more dancing around.

“Has anyone told you how pretty you are?” Wanda asked with a flirty smirk, her chin resting on her fist as her other hand played with the straw of her drink.

Your cheeks started to burn. It wasn’t only the compliment, it was the way she was looking at you with hunger but mostly with genuine adoration.

They just met you. But just like you found them extremely alluring, they both were buzzing with need to have you in more ways they wanted to admit. Because the moment you sat down, it felt like a missing piece was found. The real one, not their fail attempts to fill the void.

You looked at Natasha, almost expecting her to scold her wife for being so bold. But the redhead was looking at you the same way as Wanda.

“I- well, I guess? I’m not sure” you stuttered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and giving a sip to what seemed to be your tenth drink “but that’s fine. Not a big fan of feeding my ego”

Wanda giggled, a sound that was enchanting like a siren voice and your heart skipped a beat.

“Pretty and cute. I think you should feed that ego” Wanda shrugged, leaning back and crossing her legs as she played with a lock of her hair “After all, it’s true. Don’t you think, Tasha?”

Your eyes landed on Natasha. A little nervous because her wife was blunt with you and you were afraid of flirting back. Not when you weren’t sure about their whole dynamic.

But Natasha hummed, green eyes twinkling with amusement and something you were afraid to name. The redhead leaned closer and her hand landed on your knee, her grin widened when you squeezed your legs together as her touch electrified your skin.

“Wanda is right, malyshka” Natasha smiled and gave you a gentle squeeze before leaning back and placed her other hand on Wanda’s thigh “Not only is she always right” Wanda hummed proudly and you giggled “but it’s true. You are really pretty” her eyes danced over your face, stopping on your lips before they kept going down and your skin started burning “cute” the redhead bit her lip and looked back to your eyes “hot, I would dare to say. And incredibly smart. We like smart, don’t we dorogaya?”

You looked at Wanda. The brunette was also checking you out, biting her index finger as her eyes roamed your body. They weren’t even assessing you. No, they were enjoying the view. Like admiring a painting they were ready to buy and hang to look pretty at their house.

You almost whimpered. Arousal pooling between your legs and your fingers twitching with need. You wanted to blame the alcohol for your horny state, but it was all their doing. Everything about them was a turn on and they hadn’t even touched you.

And your body buzz with excitement at the thought of they doing it because if they could do that much without their touch, what would happen when they did?

“Very much. It’s why a fell in love with you” Wanda looked at Natasha and they leaned closer. Closing the gap between them, lips locking in the steamiest kiss you had ever witnessed or had.

You bit your lip, moving your leg impatiently and tugging the hem of your dress. But then, everything stopped because a moan escaped your lips before you could even process it.

Natasha and Wanda broke the kiss, sharing a knowing look that you didn’t see because now you were downing the rest of your drink and fighting with the ice cubes as if they could cool down your burning cheeks.

“Everything okay, malyshka?” Natasha smirked, watching you try to merge with your glass and when it didn’t work you called over a waiter.

Your ears reddened, feeling the amused gazes of the women as you tried to order a drink. The waiter glanced at Natasha, as if he was asking permission since she had been ordering for you all night. The redhead nodded, her eyes barely leaving you and when you turned to look at them you started coughing.

“Easy there, sweetheart” Wanda said with faux worry and leaned to grab your hand. You nodded, clearing your throat and trying to smile at them “Well, Natasha asked you a question. Won’t you answer? It’s rude to ignore”

Wanda ignored the small pinch her wife gave her. The brunette’s eyes darkened with more hunger as you squirmed on your seat. You weren’t nervous. Well, not as much as you were turned on by her tone. It was deliberate and commanding. And when Natasha looked at you, she saw desire written all over your face.

“I- yes. Sorry” you managed to say and looked at Natasha “Everything is okay, Natasha. Thank you for asking” you glanced at Wanda for a moment, trying to see if she was pleased but when she didn’t move or say anything you looked back to Natasha “and sorry for ignoring you when you asked”

It should’ve been humiliating or that’s what you thought trying to make sense of the tingle in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t find in yourself to care about it. Not when your heart was seeking approval from them.

The redhead offered you a proud smile and nodded, but you almost moaned again when Wanda talked.

“Good girl. Such good manners” you held back a whimper as Wanda started playing with Natasha’s hair. You thanked the waiter for the drink and Wanda stopped him before he could leave “Perhaps we should close our tab, moya lyubov’”

But she wasn’t looking at Natasha, Wanda was looking at you and you choked mid-drink. You started coughing again and Wanda smiled with amusement.

“Yes, please. It’s time for us to go” Natasha said to the waiter and he nodded, excusing himself to get the receipt.

You took a deep breath and started to slide off the booth. Both women looked at you confused as you stood up and smiled at them, opening your small purse and searching for cash.

“I guess that’s my queue to leave. Thank you both for the lovely night” you said softly, pulling out some money and offering it to Natasha that looked at you like you just insulted her “It’s not much but I can’t let you pay for all my drinks” you explained, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your other hand trembled nervously as if the money felt heavy on your palm.

“That’s not necessary, it was my pleasure” Natasha smiled, her eyes now unreadable as she looked at you and you bit your lip.

You were too focused on her to notice when Wanda found her way out of the booth and stood next you. But the warmth of her hand startled you for a moment. You looked at her, her hand still tender over your arm as she caressed you and you eased up.

“We are not ready to let you go just yet” Wanda said softly, her eyes flicking for a second to your lips and she looked back at you when she caressed your cheek with the back of her fingers and you leaned into her touch without fully realising it “Such a pretty girl. So reacting”

Natasha appeared behind Wanda, arms instantly wrapped around her wife’s waist as she rested her chin over her shoulder and smiled at you.

“We were hoping for you to join us in our room” you looked at her in awe and for a moment, Natasha doubted herself but she forced herself to keep going “It’s okay if you don’t want to or you are uncomfortable. It’s just that booth is bad for my back and I’m sick of these clothes”

“I- I don’t want to impose myself” you stuttered, stepping back and regretting it when you lost Wanda’s touch “I’m sure you have more interesting things to do than entertain me” you forced a laugh but they both looked at you even more confused.

“Yeah, we have more interesting things to do with you” Wanda said closing the gap between you again and she grabbed your hand, giving you a gently squeeze and you relaxed “But if you don’t want to, we will understand”

“Just don’t leave because you think we don’t like you” Natasha added with a reassuring smile and you bit down your lip.

It was a bad idea. You started liking them way too much and that could only end badly. At least, that’s what you were trying to convince yourself about. But your mind was already lost in both pair of green eyes that held all the promises in the world and were ready to give you the universe if you asked. For a night, but it sounded worthy.

“Are you guys sure? I really don’t want to…”

“Don’t finish that sentence, malyshka” Natasha said a little more firmly, a tone that told you there was no room for argument “We are sure. What about you?”

“Yeah. Fine, let’s do it” you sighed and both smiled proudly, like using your words was all they need “Let me go tell my friends”

Wanda stopped you before you could walk, her grip more firm as a silent command and you couldn’t fully understand why your body kept reacting to every order they gave you. Their words told you were free, the commands were silent but not pushy but you weren’t so sure now you wanted that freedom. Your body wanted to follow commands, would your mind like that too?

“I’m sure you can text them, right?” Wanda said softly and you tilted your head slightly “My feet are killing me, sweetheart” she explained and you smiled shyly.

“Oh, yeah. Sure. I’ll text Luke” you said pulling out your phone and they smiled proudly again, making your heart fluttered with satisfaction.

“Well, I guess then we go now” Natasha said softly and hoisted Wanda in her arms and the brunette gasped “for your feet, dorogaya”

“Always my hero” Wanda pecked her lips and then winked at you “Lead the way, pretty girl”

Your breath hitched and your heart raced. But you started walking. If it ended in tears, you would gaslight yourself into thinking it was the alcohol’s fault.

(—)

Natasha and Wanda’s room was on the top floor. The one reserved for members. And when they opened the door to their suite, you wondered once again how rich they were.

They dressed, looked and talked expensive. Did they taste the same?

And maybe Natasha diminish her company, making it sound like it was a small business but standing at the entrance of that big room was telling you otherwise.

“Oh, sweetheart, apologies for the mess” Wanda said softly next to you once Natasha put her down “Natasha forgets to clean after herself”

Natasha snorted, already standing next to bed and picking the phone “Yeah, me. Because I wear these” she said amused, showing her wife a red thong and your cheeks flushed when Natasha winked at you “Yeah, good night. I would like to order room service?”

Wanda approached her wife and smacked her arm as Natasha played around when Wanda tried to snatch the thong out of her hands. It was impressive the way her voice didn’t waver while doing so, like nothing was going on even when her wife was threatening to kill her silently.

You giggled softly, not able to look away. And Wanda finally snatched the piece, although something told you Natasha let her win.

The brunette turned to look at you as her wife grinned behind her making you laugh a little, but Wanda’s stare made you stop and you pursed your lips. She approached you and your feet almost moved to close the gap, Wanda was faster though.

Her index finger curled beneath your chin and lifted it up. Your cheeks blushed as green eyes studied you carefully.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” her voice was dripping with sweetness. A trap wrapped in silk and you shook your head “Nothing? Hm, interesting”

You bit your lip nervously, playing with your fingers as you tried to look down but Wanda wasn’t letting you. The brunette was enjoying every delicious second of you squirming under her gaze.

And maybe now the alcohol was doing the trick because you could swore Wanda was leaning closer to you, her breath colliding against your face with a mix of cherry and vodka. Or maybe it was you the one that was being pulled closer, you couldn’t tell.

Your lips brushed against each other’s, you closed your eyes as your body buzzed with excitement and then Natasha broke the spell.

“Maximoff, leave her alone” Natasha said wrapping her arms around Wanda from behind.

For a second you were scared but when your eyes met the redhead’s she was amused and her eyes were darkened. She whispered something in Wanda’s ear, her eyes not daring to leave you and then it was Wanda’s turn to blush and bite her lower lip.

“Fine, I’ll behave” Wanda sighed finally and broke the embrace.

She started cleaning a little. It was true, the mess was hers but Natasha was the one to blame for that because she made it almost impossible for her wife to pick something when the redhead kept threatening her to rip it off her body.

The reason they were out was to get you out of their minds, to focus on each other and not the need of having you. And when you walked in, it was like a divine sign. Or at least that’s what Wanda said.

Natasha placed a tender hand over your hip and your breath hitched with the firmness of her touch. You wondered if she was always so gentle or if she was holding back to not scare you away.

“I hope you don’t mind” she started as her other hand cradled your jaw and you leaned into her touch. She offered you a soft smile even when you saw a flash of fear in her eyes for a moment “I ordered some drinks and food, you can’t have an empty stomach with all the alcohol you’ve been drinking” your cheeks were burning, you weren’t sure that was going away anytime soon. And you tried to look away but Natasha tutted “None of that, malyshka. Don’t hide from me, please”

Your heart melted. The softness of her voice made you want to hug her but you weren’t so sure. And your mind started running crazy, being flooded with unnecessary thoughts.

Why were they so sweet with you? Why putting this much effort into someone they just met? They had the perfect life, the perfect marriage and yet, they were showering with attention and care.

“Why me?” you whispered, your tongue betraying your mind and Natasha furrowed her brows as her eyes clouded with confusion “Why are you guys being so nice to me? We just met”

Natasha opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a knock on the door and she sighed, like the interruption really bothered her. You offered her half a smile and she looked at you with apologetic eyes when she had to let you go.

“Come sit, sweetheart” Wanda called you from behind and you walked towards the sofa, swallowing nervously as you sat down “You okay? Did Natasha say something? Romanoff!”

Natasha was walking behind a man as he pushed the small cart with food and drinks.

“What I do, dorogaya? I swear it wasn’t me” Natasha said softly, grinning at her wife that was glaring at her “Thank you, we will leave it outside when we are done”

The redhead tipped him and he left, but her wife was still watching her with her hands over her hips and Natasha chuckled nervously. Wanda was ready to lecture her.

“She didn’t- Natasha didn’t say anything wrong” you rushed to say when Wanda opened her mouth and both looked at you.

The brunette approached you and crouched before you, taking your hand in between hers and looked at you with soft eyes.

“Are you being honest, sweetheart?” Wanda asked trying to read your face and you nodded “Words, pretty girl”

“Yes, Wanda” you whispered, lost in her gaze and Wanda smiled.

She stood up and looked at Natasha, that just grinned triumphantly and Wanda rolled her eyes playfully.

“Saved by the cute girl” Wanda teased her wife and Natasha shrugged.

“What can I say? I’m a saint!”

Wanda hummed and Natasha sat in the sofa in front of you as her wife placed a glass before you and some snacks over the coffee table. Then she joined the redhead, curling beside her and resting her right elbow over the back of the sofa.

They went back to assess you, seeking any sign of discomfort as if they already knew your body language. And at that point you were almost sure. Both seemed to be able to read you so easily.

Natasha leaned forward, taking a sip of her drink and then resting her arms over her thighs. You swallowed and bit your lip.

“You asked why” Natasha said softly and Wanda tensed slightly. Without having to look at her wife, Natasha leaned back to place her hand over Wanda’s knee “Wanda and I have been together since what? High school, my love?”

“Officially, since college. But yeah” Wanda smiled softly at Natasha and looked back at you again, her smile still on her lips.

“We were best friends, then lovers. We got married” Natasha’s gaze was soft, like she was trying to tell you everything she couldn’t with her eyes “And I love her with all my heart as much as she loves me” they looked at each other, like their love never wavered but only got stronger. Wanda pecked her lips and whispered something before they looked back at you “But something was missing. Well, not something. Someone”

At that, Natasha tensed up. You saw the moment her eyes clouded and she straightened up, her hands leaving Wanda’s knee to fold her arms over her chest. She was shielding herself.

Instinctively, you moved to the edge of the sofa. Your body trying to reach her, to comfort her or to at least apologise for asking, for forcing her to say something she didn’t seem ready to say.

But Wanda shook her head subtly, smiling gratefully but asking you silently to give Natasha a moment. You nodded and sat back.

“We work perfectly, don’t we moya lyubov’?” Wanda smiled at her wife, her hand already rubbing circles over her thigh and Natasha relaxed and looked at Wanda “Everything is almost perfect” the brunette caressed her wife’s cheek.

“Almost” Natasha whispered and as much as you wanted to look away and give them space, you couldn’t. Natasha looked at you again “but we need balance in our lives, you know? Someone to keep us in check, to remind us to live before we get consumed with our own things” Wanda intertwined her fingers with Natasha and both smiled at you “Someone with enough power to make us feel more free”

Your lips parted as the silence stretched in the room. Your cheeks were flushed and you shifted nervously on your seat. The words were sinking in your bones. Feeling so right that it scared you, because the words sounded real.

No one could be that mean to lie, right? But given your list of exes, you couldn’t trust your own judgement. Still, your heart needed to believe.

“I don’t think I am that someone” you murmured and Natasha stood up “I’m flattered, really. You’ve been so sweet to me. You both are awesome but…”

The redhead sat next to you and your voice died down. Natasha caressed your cheek tenderly as your breath hitched, her thumb brushing your lower lip as her eyes followed her movements. And then she brushed your hair back.

“We think you are. Yeah, we just met but look at us” she said softly “You are an attraction force. You didn’t leave our minds all day and then we talked to you and you sound so collected” Natasha leaned closer and you bit your lip “I don’t think you even know it. But if you are not comfortable, you can leave. We just needed you to know”

Your heart was drumming in your ears, your cheeks were burning but your mind went completely silent. Natasha’s eyes were twinkling with sincerity, a little fear and like she just opened her heart to you. So you did what you’ve been wanting to do all fucking night.

You kissed her.

At first, she flinched a little as her muscles stiffened. But when her mind finally realised what was happening, her lips started moving. Natasha was careful, her plumped lips softer than you imagined and gentler. She tasted like vodka and lime. But mostly, she tasted like a promise.

You whimpered, trying to deepened the kiss and Natasha pulled back. She smiled softly and shook her head, brushing your nose with hers.

“Not yet, malyshka. You are going to get me killed” she chuckled and you furrowed your brows.

“Killed? What do-“

A small tap on your shoulder cut you off, your cheeks heating up even more when you remembered the brunette. You turned to look at her, swallowing nervously and an apology already on the tip of your tongue but she raised a brow.

“If you dare to apologise, you will regret it” Wanda said firmly, sitting next to you and tapping her thigh “Come here, sweetheart”

Your mouth ran dry and you glanced at Natasha, that gave you a small nod and a reassuring smile. You straddled Wanda’s lap and her hands grabbed your hips, keeping you steady.

She leaned closer. Lips brushing your neck as she inhaled your scent. You smelled like coconut, summer breeze and dreams. You held back a moan when she placed a soft kiss on your jaw, your fingers locking on her shoulders trying to ground you and she smiled.

“You are so damn beautiful. Less than a day knowing you and our lives already shine” she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “You are perfect, sweetheart”

Before you could reply, before you could even think of denying her words, her lips captured yours. Wanda was a little rougher, impatient, but gentle all at once. Her tongue outlined your lower lip and you followed her silent order, opening your mouth.

Her tongue was on a mission, like she was trying to memorise every inch of you and her grip tightened on your hips. You moaned against her lips, your hips grinding against hers when she bit your lower lip, tugging it playfully and she smirked when you grunted.

“Such an impatient pretty girl” Wanda teased you and pecked your lips again “Did you eat something before going to the bar or were you planning on getting wasted?”

You looked at her in awe. Her tone firm but sweet, another trap wrapped in silk. One you would’ve run straight into if Natasha didn’t stop you.

“I wouldn’t lie if I were you, malyshka” Natasha said amused, leaning closer to you “She smells the lies from miles away”

Wanda hummed in agreement and you bit your lower lip, slightly distracted by Natasha’s fingers over your thigh.

“I- I didn’t” you admitted shyly “But I’m not hungry, I swear”

Wanda squinted her eyes, making you squirm over her and Natasha laughed.

“Maximoff, leave her alone. If she wants to eat, she will do it” Natasha smirked and Wanda pouted, looking at her wife “No, you won’t get away with everything you want”

“But she will need energy” Wanda defended herself and you gasped, making both look at you “unless you don’t want to…”

You leaned and kissed her again. You couldn’t trust yourself with talking. Not when they looked at you like they just found a treasure or how cute Wanda looked when she pouted. And the way she melted under your arms just fuelled your need of her.

You broke the kiss when Natasha huffed and when you turned to look at her, she was pouting like a child. You smirked amused as Wanda giggled and kissed your neck.

“What?” you asked wearing a cocky smirk. One that disappeared when Natasha stood up.

The redhead was taller than you, but you could almost feel the power radiating from her. She looked bigger, imposing, like she could ruin you if she just snapped her fingers.

It was her turn to smirk, sending a shiver down your spine and you almost squeaked. But Wanda started licking your neck and you whimpered when Natasha leaned.

“Not so cocky now, are we?” Natasha whispered and you bit down your lip “You are really lucky it’s our first night, malyshka. Really lucky”

It wasn’t a threat. She wasn’t warning you either. No, her words were a fucking promise. And instead of fearing her, you wanted to challenge her. You needed to see how far it could go.

Your brain wasn’t fully understanding how two women you just met, had total power over you. They weren’t forcing you, they weren’t pushing you. They kept giving you options and as free as you could feel, you didn’t want it. You wanted to be theirs.

It was the type of power that came with a lot of promises. The one that just asked for trust and care in return. Because Natasha and Wanda had some power over you. But you? You were the powerful one in that room. They would give you the universe if you just asked. All you had to do in return was trusting them. You had to give them the room to ruin you in all the right ways and they would be yours forever.

“Sweetheart, breathe” Wanda whispered in your ear and you realised your heart was racing, threatening you to jump out of your chest. You took a deep breath and looked at her “Good girl. Now be nice to daddy and apologise for making fun of her”

You moaned at the title. Your cheeks flushing when your eyes met Natasha’s. The redhead was grinning, green eyes daring you to not follow Wanda’s order. But you wouldn’t dare even if you wanted to.

“Sorry, Nat-“ Wanda pinched your side and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red “Sorry, daddy”

“Such an obedient plaything” Natasha said proudly.

Her fingers locked around your chin. A firm and steady grip that made you moan again as she leaned and kissed you. The first kiss was gentle and caring, this one felt like a claim.

Natasha kissed you like she was marking you, owning you and at the same time she was giving herself to you. Your head felt hazy. Your body craving them as if their lips over you weren’t enough.

Your fingers tugged Wanda’s hair when she bit your neck and the moment you moaned, Natasha’s tongue swirled with yours. It was like a practice dance. As if both knew all the right spots in your body, all the right things to do and say.

And it clicked.

You broke the kiss, panting and pushing Wanda away gently. Both looked at you confused and you tried to collect your thoughts before talking because you could potentially ruin your night.

“I’m not the first one, am I?” you asked carefully, watching the moment they shared a look and then went back to you “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I’m sorry if I overstepped”

“Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t” Wanda cradled your jaw and gave you a sad smile “I wish I could tell you, you are the first one but you are right, you aren’t”

“But you are the one we want” Natasha added and smiled “and before you dare to say again we just met, sometimes you just know. We can’t name what it is, but we know we want you”

Your heart fluttered “What happened to…”

“That’s a story for another day, sweetheart. Why don’t we move this party somewhere more comfortable, hm?”

Wanda looked at Natasha and her wife nodded. You gasped when the redhead hoisted you over her shoulder, she was way too strong. She handled you with ease and care, putting you down on the bed and smiling like she just grabbed a pillow.

“Do you want us to stop?” Natasha asked softly and you shook your head “Remember what mommy told you, malyshka. Use your words”

You whimpered “No, daddy. I don’t want to stop”

“Good girl” Natasha smiled proudly.

Wanda knelt behind you as Natasha crouched and started taking off your heels. Wanda unzipped your dress slowly, tossing your hair aside and she kissed your shoulder blades. Natasha started kissing your legs and your mind didn’t know where to focus as Wanda pulled your dress down slowly.

The experience was something you had never felt. They were acting with so much care, making you feel safe. As if they were unwrapping a gift and wanted to engrave the experience in their minds.

The redhead helped her wife taking off your dress and both moaned at the sight of your body. Black lingerie covering your body and you couldn’t find in yourself to feel shy. Not when they were looking at you like you were a masterpiece.

“If you want to stop, you will say so. Understood?” Wanda whispered in your ear, tilting your head to the side and kissing your neck.

“Yes, mommy”

The praise came as a moan. Your words igniting Wanda’s skin as you used the right title. The brunette started sucking on your neck and you grunted. And when you looked down, Natasha was already kissing your thighs.

Both were marking you, their hands caressing your body like you were made of glass. As if you could break underneath them if they were rougher with you.

Your knees opened when Natasha moved up and she smirked. Your body was already reacting on its own. Your mind was silent, trying to remember every kiss, every movement, every sound they were making.

Your breath faltered when Natasha stopped in your covered cunt. She inhaled your scent, whimpering as her mind tried to decide what to do. And when she placed a chaste kiss and moved to your abdomen, you grunted.

Wanda unhooked your bra, throwing it somewhere around the floor and you tossed your head back when she cupped your breasts. You hid your face in the crook of her neck, kissing her as she pinched your nipples.

And you moaned, feeling Natasha’s tongue over your skin as Wanda’s hands worked over your chest. Your teeth sank in her skin and the brunette growled when you started sucking.

Your hips bucked up when Wanda’s fingers were replaced with Natasha’s mouth. Her tongue swirling over your harden nipple and her lips popping when she let you go.

The redhead continued to mark you, bruises appearing over your skin as a statement. When her knee pressed against your cunt you moaned and started grinding to ease the tension.

“Easy, malyshka” Natasha whispered in your ear “We are getting there”

Then you whined when they stopped touching you. Both kissing over you as you looked up. They were rough, you could almost feel the power battle that was taking place over you.

Your fingers hooked in Natasha’s pants and the redhead broke the kiss to looked down on you with curious eyes. You smiled innocently.

“Too much clothes, daddy”

Wanda chuckled as Natasha smirked with amusement and they shared a loving look, checking on each other before they kept going. The brunette pecked her wife’s lips and said something in russian.

Their attention was back on you. Moving around you with ease and Natasha made you stand up. You tripped and she caught you. Your heart melted when you heard a soft ‘I got you’ that felt like an oath.

“Who do you want to undress first, little one?” Wanda asked softly and you bit your lip.

Your eyes danced in between them. Your ears ringing as you tried to decide and when your breath hitched, the brunette’s hand wrapped around your wrist. You looked at her and she smiled reassuringly.

“Perhaps our cute girl shouldn’t choose” Natasha suggested tenderly and your cheeks flushed. Her finger traced your collarbone and she smiled “it’s a huge decision, isn’t it malyshka?” you moaned at her tone. Natasha was stripping you from your freedom, the one that came with consequences and a lot of anxiety “Mommy and daddy will do it for you. Sit and watch”

You nodded and sat at the edge of the bed. Your eyes fixed on them as they helped each other out of their clothes. Their movements deliberate, their eyes glancing at you every now and then with smiles that reached their eyes.

Wanda turned around. Natasha unzipped Wanda’s dress and her tongue traced her wife’s spine. You weren’t sure if Wanda moaned or if it was you. You clasped your legs to get some relief.

But your underwear was ruined when Wanda knelt before Natasha. It was one hell of a sight as the brunette looked up to her wife and took off her pants. You whimpered when Natasha stepped out of her pants and took off her shirt.

Both were goddesses. Your eyes were trying to decide where to focus. Natasha’s toned abdomen was calling you but Wanda’s long legs were alluring. You needed them both, not sure if you needed them to touch you or you needed to touch them.

As if they could read your thoughts, they approached you. Standing before you with softened eyes, giving you silent permission to touch.

You swallowed, not ready to pick between them without feeling you were failing them. Wanda smiled at you knowingly and looked at her wife.

“Dibs” Wanda said triumphantly and you looked at them confused as Natasha chuckled.

“No, you can’t call dibs. She gets to do it” Natasha said amused and you tilted your head with curiosity “Mommy wants to pick who goes first. Do you want her to pick, malyshka?”

You giggled softly and nodded “Yes, daddy” you looked at Wanda and grinned “You pick, mommy”

The brunette caressed your cheek and smiled proudly. She leaned to peck your lips, leaving a dreamy look in your eyes.

“Our perfect girl” she praised you and you smiled “Tasha, sit on the bed”

Natasha huffed but complied, she knew better than to piss off her wife by not following orders. The redhead sat next to you with a grin and you giggled when she winked at you.

“If you piss mommy off, I will let you cum sooner than later” Natasha teased and you gasped but Wanda smacked her thigh.

“Do not give her ideas” Wanda scolded and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “Sweetheart come here, kneel before daddy”

You did as told, eagerly. And Natasha moaned at the sight of you as you looked at her with doe eyes that twinkled with excitement.

Wanda knelt behind you, kissing your neck and then your shoulder. She pressed her chest against your back and you moaned when she nip your earlobe.

“Daddy is so beautiful, isn’t she?” Wanda purred and you nodded “Do you want to touch, little one?”

“Yes, mommy, please”

Wanda hummed proudly and took your hand. She showed you the way, your fingers caressing her legs tenderly. Natasha rested her body over her elbows, tossing her head back when your hand reached her thigh.

“She will never say it out loud, but she loves being worshipped” Wanda murmured and you whimpered as she guided your fingers over Natasha’s clothed cunt “Natasha acts all tough and powerful, but she is a golden retriever in disguise. A woman that needs to be taken care of” your thumb pressed against her clit and Natasha moaned, a sound so heavenly that you thought you could come just by hearing it “Show her how much you want her, sweetheart. Make daddy feel good”

Natasha gasped when your arms hooked around her legs and you pulled her closer with strength you didn’t know you had. And your body moved with a mission in mind.

The redhead watched you licked her abdomen, sucking and marking her. Her body was perfect, museum worthy. Wanda helped you unhooked her bra and you sucked her right breast first and then the left one.

Natasha’s breath hitched as you kept leaving bruises over her body. She didn’t like love bites, at least not that much unless Wanda was doing it to prove a point. But with you doing the job, looking at her like you’ve been dying to taste her and own her, Natasha knew she was fucked.

Maybe you weren’t their first addition to their marriage. They’ve tried multiple times and as much as they gave themselves up, it never reached that point. Not because they didn’t want to. It was because they never felt ready.

It could be the alcohol in her veins or her foggy mind. But instead of wanting to stop you from keep bruising her, she pulled you closer.

Wanda took in the image, noticing the way Natasha was letting you step into a territory she barely unlocked. The way her wife was holding you close as she unravelled under your touch. And she smiled because as much as the three of you felt like something that could vanish as soon as the sun came up, Wanda knew it wouldn’t happen.

They just found you. They wouldn’t let you go any time soon.

Not when Natasha felt so safe. Not when Wanda’s body buzzed with excitement and need she had never felt with anyone but Natasha. Not when you were so obedient, so eager, so fucking perfect.

Your tongue traced a line down her body. Your fingers hooked on the waistband of her underwear as you asked silently for permission and Natasha nodded, biting her lip as she watched you undress her.

You moaned at the sight of her slick. You leaned and kissed her thighs tenderly. And when your lips met her cunt, you both moaned.

“Take your time, sweetheart” Wanda cooed, her hand snaked between your legs. You whimpered when she tossed aside your underwear “I got you”

You swirled your tongue over Natasha’s clit, moaning at the taste and Wanda pressed her thumb against yours. You ran down your tongue making Natasha buck her hips up. And when your thumb rubbed circles over her clit as your tongue entered her, Natasha tossed her head back with a loud moan.

Your movements started gentle, slow, almost afraid of rushing things. But then your hunger came out to play, drunk on her taste and her moans. The way her fingers twitched next to your face trying to restrain herself from tugging your hair.

And your mind was hazy, moaning against her cunt as Wanda’s fingers worked between your legs. You whimpered when she pushed two fingers inside of you, your knees spreading a little more to give her more space to work and Wanda hummed satisfied.

The three of you were moving in sync. Wanda’s lips marking your back as she pumped her fingers, you eating Natasha out like she was the last meal on earth and the redhead finally broke and tugged your hair, guiding you as she bucked her hips up, grinding her hips against your face.

“Fuck, malyshka” Natasha whimpered, forcing herself to watch you and when she met your eyes she moaned louder “You look so perfect like this. I’m almost jealous, thinking your tongue worked on someone else” you grunted and Wanda fastened her movements, a possessive rhythm took over with Natasha’s words “Yes, baby, just like that. Don’t stop”

You pushed your hips back, trying to get Wanda to move faster. And she complied, her mind deciding she couldn’t wait for you to come around her fingers.

Natasha tugged your hair again and you whimpered, your eyes fixed on hers and you sucked on her clit and she moaned, not only at the sensation but at the way you were looking at her.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop” Natasha begged, feeling her abdomen tightened and her knees clasped in your head “Fuck”

Wanda licked your shoulder and smirked “You will come when she does, sweetheart. So it’s up to you”

Your eyes rolled back, your walls clenching around Wanda and your abdomen tightened as you tried to wait. And Natasha came moaning your name. She collapsed against the bed as you slowed your movements, your chin dripping with drool and her arousal as Wanda kept you in place.

“You made her a mess, sweetheart” Wanda whispered and you pressed your right cheek on Natasha’s thigh, moaning as Wanda kept pumping her fingers and her thumb rubbed circles on your clit “Mommy is so proud of you, little one. You are such a good girl. Cum, baby, claim your reward”

Your back arched against her chest, your head leaning on her shoulder and Wanda sucked on your neck as you came around her fingers. Your desperate moans filled the room and Natasha straightened up, watching the way your body trembled against Wanda’s.

The brunette slowed her movements and she captured your lips with hers, tasting her wife and moaning against your mouth. You bit her lip harshly and she whimpered. And she broke the kiss when she pulled out her fingers as you grunted.

You watched her lick her thumb clean, her eyes fixed on you for a moment before looking at Natasha. The redhead understood the command, leaning closer with her mouth opened as Wanda pushed her fingers in.

Natasha looked at you as she sucked her wife’s fingers, tasting you and moaned. You watched her mesmerised, noticing the way her eyes rolled back when Wanda pressed her fingers down her tongue. Natasha’s lips popped when Wanda pulled out her fingers and smiled.

“You taste better than I imagined, malyshka” your cheeks flushed and she signalled you to get closer “And that pretty mouth does wonders, mommy will love it” her knuckles caressed your cheek “Our perfect girl”

Natasha kissed you tenderly, your skin flushed and your heart racing. You were sure you could never get tired of her lips. The way she kissed you was charged with something you couldn’t name but it sat right on your bones.

Wanda stood up, leaving you both as you made out. Your body hovered Natasha’s as you climbed the bed and her hands squeezed your ass making you moan. You only broke the kiss when your lungs started burning needing more air and you smiled at Natasha.

“You are perfect too, daddy” you leaned and kissed her neck “So perfect”

Natasha grunted as you sucked on her neck, her hand slapping your ass and made you moan. The redhead tugged your underwear, contemplating ripping it off and the consequences. But it lasted one moment before she did it anyway and you gasped.

“I’ll buy a new pair, don’t worry” she grinned and you giggled.

Natasha’s heart skipped a beat, founding you extremely cute. It was a balance, silly things during an intimate moment that warmed her heart. Someone that didn’t expect her to be cold and heartless but actually enjoyed her goofy self.

“Tasha!” Wanda gasped and you both turned to look at her “It was such a nice piece. Why you do it, moya lyubov’?”

“My hands have mind of their own” Natasha grinned and Wanda chuckled “I see you brought the big guns”

In that moment, you noticed the strap on her hands and you gasped. Wanda looked at you amused, approaching you as if you were her prey. The small break was over because it was Wanda’s turn and Natasha was going to show you the right way to treat her wife.

“You are so tight, sweetheart. I think you deserve to be stretch out” you moaned as she brushed your lips with the tip of the toy “Sadly, it won’t be me doing it. Daddy doesn’t like to share her toys” she pouted and Natasha chuckled under you.

“Malyshka, sit closer to the headboard. I’ll show you how to treat mommy, hm?” Natasha instructed and you looked at her “And since it’s our grand opening night, I will let you enjoy the show as you please”

Natasha winked at you and you growled at her words. You moved around the bed, following her orders and the redhead gave you a proud smile that only increased your arousal.

You took off what was left of your underwear and tossed it away, your body getting comfortable between the pillows as you watched them carefully.

Natasha went back to her powerful state. Imposing and commanding as she watched her wife putting the strap in place around her hips. The redhead told her something in russian and Wanda grunted, stripping off her underwear and kneeling before Natasha.

It was hard to tell which one held the power over the other. They both seemed to share but in that moment, the picture was clear.

Wanda looked at her wife with devotion. Letting Natasha handle her as she pleased. Focusing on her and not daring to look away, not even when the brunette wanted so bad to watch you.

And as easy as it looked, the only reason Wanda bent to her wife’s wishes was because she loved Natasha dearly. Enough to give up her own power, enough to show the redhead she was hers too.

Natasha looked at you and you moaned. They looked perfect, delicious, you couldn’t even feel left out because they were letting you watch their interaction. It was hot the way they surrendered to each other, their love an intoxicating force that not everyone could see fully. Not like this. But you were lucky by just witnessing.

“Mommy’s tongue ran a little earlier, don’t you think?” Natasha smirked and looked down to her wife “Telling our perfect girl how much I love being worshipped, how soft I can be, how to hold power over me” you and Wanda moaned. Natasha’s smirk widened and she turned to you “I’ll pay back the favour. Here’s the secret, malyshka” her hand grabbed the toy and she brushed it against Wanda’s lips. Her wife opened her mouth and Natasha pushed it gently “Mommy looks so collected, so expensive, you wouldn’t even dare to think how much of a slut she is” your hand landed between your legs as Wanda bobbed her head “She walks around the world pretending she doesn’t like to serve, to please, but her inner slut always comes out to play in the bed. Isn’t that right, my love?”

Wanda and you moaned. The brunette’s mouth stuffed with the toy as your fingers played with your clit. Natasha looked so powerful like that, holding your attention and your needs. Knowing what to say and when to say it. A side of her that she always showed; composed, in control, intimidating and powerful.

Because her goofy self was for those that were close to her. She couldn’t be nice to everyone, it wasn’t in her nature to trust any stranger and yet, she trusted you. Natasha was willing to let you see every part of herself.

“Malyshka, be a dear and toss me a pillow” Natasha asked gently and you moved to complied. She smiled gratefully and dropped the pillow before Wanda “Come on, my love. Put on a show for our girl. Ride it as you suck my cock”

Wanda whimpered, her hands grabbing the pillow and putting it underneath her. Her head kept bobbing on the toy, the tip meeting the back of her throat as Natasha tugged her hair.

It was also hard for Wanda to show that side of her. Because Natasha’s words were true; the brunette walked around the world with all the confidence she had. Every inch of herself screamed power and she loved it.

Wanda loved the control, her ability to solve everything as if the world depended on her and the power all of it gave her. But when Natasha stripped her out of her power, Wanda also found a way to breathe.

She wouldn’t say it out loud, she would deny it if asked, but there was something about giving her power up for the woman she loved the most that was thrilling. But she felt vulnerable.

Her power shielded her from the outside. None of their exes had ever witnessed the power exchange between them because Wanda couldn’t let them see that side of her, the one that could break if handled poorly.

However, you were there. Touching yourself at the sight of her sucking the strap and humping the pillow and instead of seeing someone easy to destroy, you still looked at her like her power was never gone.

No, Wanda still had power over you. She wasn’t vulnerable. Wanda didn’t feel the ache in her chest or her usual fear igniting inside of her. She was free, holding everything and letting it go all at once.

Natasha fucked her wife’s mouth as if she could just come by the sight. You pumped two fingers inside you as you applied pressure on your clit. And Wanda was humping the pillow like it could save her.

“Seems like our girl is liking the show, Wands” Natasha grinned at you, her fingers tugging the brunette’s hair and you moaned when Wanda choked on the strap “Who would’ve thought? You are a slut just like mommy, hm?”

You whimpered, curling your fingers inside as Natasha paid attention to both of you. You were part of the show, they were letting you in and it felt like your body was on fire.

The gagging nosies Wanda was making were driving you to the edge. Her neck was flushed and you could see drool dripping. But what almost broke you was the moment you saw a tear rolling down her cheek.

You wished you were Natasha in that moment. The sight of Wanda from above was heavenly. A sight that shattered the powerful image of the brunette, the same woman that commanded you with a single look.

You moaned louder, your hips bucking up trying to reach your high and Natasha looked at you with a smirk. She pulled out the toy and Wanda coughed trying to regulate her breathing. The redhead crouched before her wife and grabbed her chin.

“Keep moving, Wands” she ordered and Wanda whimpered, hands steadying herself over the floor as she was grinding her hips “But look at her. Look how much she loved watching you being a slut for me” Wanda’s eyes met yours and you both moaned, your abdomen tightened and you tossed your head back as you came around your fingers “I wish I could take the credit, my love. But you did that, don’t you love it? Someone finally matched your slutty ass”

And with that Wanda fell apart, her orgasm crashing over her bones. Natasha’s words landing in all the right ways. And when you finally regained yourself back, you crawled over the bed. You laid down over your chest and reached for Wanda, the brunette moaning your name like a prayer as she slowed down her movements with her eyes closed.

Your eyes met hers when she finally opened them. Panting with her cheeks flushed like she just realised how much of herself she let go and afraid that you would think less of her. But when you cradled her jaw and caressed her cheek with your thumb, Wanda leaned into your touch.

“Thank you, mommy” you whispered “you looked amazing”

Natasha smiled softly, watching the interaction as her heart raced. You were giving them all they needed, all they craved and you didn’t even know. They cracked open before you and you weren’t judging, you were following them.

Wanda leaned and kissed you, a tender kiss that said more than she could trust her own words to tell. A silent thank you and at the same time, she was holding onto you like you could save her.

Then she broke the kiss and reached for your hand, sucking the fingers you were using to touch yourself and you moaned when her eyes never left yours. There was something more than hunger in them, something that screamed ‘see me as much as I see you’.

“You really are perfect” Wanda whispered after she let go of your fingers “Now, let mommy and daddy take care of you”

“I just had two-“

“It’s really not about how many times, malyshka” Natasha explained and you looked at her confused “Lay on your back and let us have you, yes?”

“Yes, daddy”

“Such a good girl you are” she pecked your lips.

You laid on your back and Wanda hovered your body, not before leaving bruises over your abdomen like Natasha did earlier. She was claiming you too, marking you as a shared possession with her wife. And when she finally was face to face with you, Wanda smirked.

Her hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath faltered. You bit your lip, nodding slightly as she squeezed a little more testing the limit. But Natasha and Wanda made a promise, they wouldn’t push too far that night.

They needed to try, to see how comfortable you were around them, how much of yourself you were willing to give. For them it wasn’t physical, it never was. They saw you, they wanted you, they talked to you and realised they needed you.

Love a first sight was for fairytales, but you looked like the one that could finally break them and glue them all at once. You were perfect in more than one way, you just had to believe it. And they were ready to make you see it.

“I want to try that pretty mouth of yours, is that okay little one?” Wanda whispered, brushing her lips against yours and then tracing your cheek with her nose as she inhaled your scent.

“Please, mommy” you murmured, closing your eyes as you felt Natasha’s hands over your thighs.

Wanda took a moment to admire you. You looked so eager, so innocent, so… breakable. But you were trusting them, she could feel it. Her fingers brushed your hair and your eyes fluttered open, meeting hers with a soft twinkle.

“If you could only see what we do” Wanda said softly, smiling as she brushed her lips against yours “We waited for you for so long, sweetheart. This will work out, I promise” she kissed you again and your hands held the back of her neck trying to pull her closer. Wanda broke the kiss and you grunted “Easy. The night is still young” she pecked your forehead “Now, if you make mommy cum, daddy will let you cum” she leaned closer to your ear “but I’m not like daddy, I don’t like sloppy work” she purred.

You nodded eagerly and she hummed, hovering your face and you moaned at the sight of her glistening cunt. She smelled delicious. Just like Natasha, she smelled like paradise. An expensive paradise.

“Okay, malyshka. You better make mommy cum. Tap her thigh if you need us to stop” Natasha said spreading your legs and you whimpered when Wanda lowered herself over your mouth and the redhead spit on your cunt.

Your lips sucked on Wanda’s clit and the brunette had to steady herself with the headboard. And you moaned against her cunt when you felt the tip of the toy in your entrance.

Your movements faltered as Natasha pushed inch by inch of the toy inside and Wanda grunted, getting impatient and started riding your face. You matched her pace once that Natasha bottomed out, grunting against Wanda when the redhead started moving.

Your head felt foggy. Overwhelmed by the sensation of both women over you. Their noises driving you to the edge. Wanda was moaning louder over you as your fingers dug into her skin and Natasha was whimpering, hypnotised by the way the toy disappeared inside of you.

And your back arched when her thumb pressed over your clit and Wanda’s movements turned erratic, her slick covering your face as she used you just like she used that pillow.

Soon the brunette came, legs pressed against your head as she shuddered above you. Wanda was sure she had never came that fast, not even Natasha had made her.

She moved after a few minutes, letting you breathe and moving your body so she could hold you from behind. You buried your face in her inner thigh, your hands holding her legs as Natasha hovered your body.

The redhead was focused, whimpering as she pounded her hips against yours. Your legs wrapped around her hips and both moaned when Natasha kissed your neck.

“You are so perfect, malyshka. So tight” she breathed out in your neck and you whimpered “We are not letting you go”

Natasha looked at you, green eyes as darkened as yours. You tried to talk but only a moan came out and Natasha smirked. Wanda caressed your hair, soft fingers grounding you while Natasha shattered your world.

“Do you like when daddy fucks you, sweetheart?” you looked up and Wanda’s eyes were fixed on you, engraving in her mind every feature of your face as it contorted with pleasure.

You nodded and sank your teeth in her thigh when Natasha got rougher. You needed them everywhere, you didn’t want the night to end. And when Wanda started rubbing your clit, you screamed with pleasure.

“Daddy, mommy, please” you whined, feeling so close again and Natasha grunted “I’m so close, don’t stop please”

But the redhead stopped, she pulled out and you mewled. Wanda shushed you as Natasha flipped you, raising your hips and pushing the toy inside again.

Her hands landed in between your shoulder blades and she pushed you down. Wanda’s hand tugged your hair as Natasha started grinding her hips faster, erratic, with her fingers between your legs.

“Come, detka. Show me how much you love daddy’s cock” Natasha whimpered and your knuckles turned white as you fisted the sheets.

And you came, not sure of what you screamed but your orgasm came down like a crashing wave. You whined when Natasha didn’t slow down, she went faster and rougher. Her fingers working over your sensitive clit and your nails started digging into Wanda’s thigh like she could save you.

“Tasha, I think-“

“No” Natasha grunted, looking at Wanda with hungry and possessive eyes “She can take it, right malyshka?” you moaned and Natasha pulled you up, pressing your back against her chest and bit your neck.

Your eyes met Wanda’s and the brunette searched for any sign of discomfort but when your eyes rolled back with pleasure, she knew you were okay.

She knelt before you, biting the other side of your neck. Both were marking you, claiming you and your mind was one step away of crashing. It didn’t take that long for you to come again, one hand tugging Wanda’s hair and the other one tugging Natasha’s.

And the redhead slowed down, but she wasn’t ready to pull out. Neither Natasha or Wanda were actually ready to give you a break. Not when the last orgasm was possessive, claiming and promising.

And you didn’t want to let them go either.

(—)

At some point that night and after watching them come undone under your touch, you had a break. Regretting not listening to Wanda about the food when your stomach roared with hunger.

But you were sore, your body slumped over their bed with sheets covering you slightly. You looked like a fucking masterpiece, covered in love bites all over. Sweat glistening your skin and your head hazy.

“Don’t sleep yet, sweetheart. It’s time to eat before bed” Wanda said softly, lifting your body and holding you in between her arms as you hid your face in the crook of her neck. You whined “None of that, pretty girl. You need to hydrate and eat”

“Mommy, please” you pouted and Wanda giggled, brushing your hair “Sleep now”

“She’s a little brat” Natasha grinned, straddling your lap and offering you a water bottle “Come on, malyshka, don’t get on mommy’s bad side”

You grunted but straightened up, drinking as Natasha held the bottle. Then she turned and held a club sandwich before you and you pouted again. The redhead chuckled but you sighed, reaching for a fry but Wanda smacked your hand.

“Sandwich first” Wanda ordered and you rolled your eyes, Natasha held back a grin.

“Daddy is more fun” you groaned and took a small bite of the sandwich as Natasha bit a fry and wiggled her brows, amused.

“You say that now, until she is the one mad” Wanda whispered in your ear and nip your earlobe “And if you keep being a brat, I’ll show you the real deal”

Natasha laughed and fed you a fry, then she offered her wife a bite of sandwich and Wanda looked at her gratefully.

“She’s right, I’m more fun” Natasha teased her wife, shrugging and biting another bite.

Wanda glared at her but you giggled. They kept bantering as you ate. And your eyes wandered over their bodies, they were as bruised as you. Not once did they stop you. They let you claim them as well and that made your heart flutter.

When the brunette was satisfied, Natasha cleaned up and Wanda moved to cuddle you. She pecked your lips and then peppered kisses all over your face making you giggle. And when she smiled at you, your breath hitched.

“Thank you for trusting us, sweetheart” she whispered and nudged your nose with hers “You did good”

“Thank you, mommy” you murmured and pecked her lips again.

Natasha laid behind you, covering Wanda’s body with the sheets and then hers. Her arm wrapped around your hips and pulled you closer, leaving a kiss behind your ear.

“Let’s rest, malyshka. Tomorrow we can talk about everything” she whispered and you nodded.

And they kept whispering sweet praises until you fell asleep. Natasha looked at Wanda one last time, a silent conversation being held over your sleeping body. They kissed softly and went back to nestle your body between theirs.

You were perfect. And they would make sure you knew it.

(—)

You slid out of the bed, careful not to wake them up. And when you stood up, you tripped a little, gasping.

The only thing you could blame the alcohol for was your damn headache. But every decision that night was yours and your heart wanted to believe everything was true and not just a dream.

You bit your lip. No, you wouldn’t ruin this for yourself with insecurities. You couldn’t when they were so sweet before, during and after everything. And if it was a lie, then they would have to tell you themselves.

Your phone started ringing and you jumped a little, running and trying to answer before waking them up. You tripped with the sofa, grunting as you reached for your purse and when you turned around, Wanda was already looking at you, leaning back on the headboard as you answered.

“Dude, where the fuck are you?” Luke’s voice was on the other end and Wanda beckoned you and your body moved on its own, you could swear on that.

“I’m a little… busy” you said softly and Wanda raised a brow with amusement “Why? What do you want?”

“Breakfast? Open the door, I’ve been knocking” your best friend groaned as you crawled over the bed and sat on Wanda’s lap.

And if Wanda’s mood wasn’t enough to prove you they were planning on keeping you, her lips sure did because they found their way to your neck soon enough.

“I’m not there, vipes” you bit your lip as Wanda licked your throat “But I’ll meet you at the restaurant”

Wanda slapped your ass and you held back a moan, looking at her confused and she started shaking her head. Making you furrow your brows.

“What do you mean you are not here? Oh wait!” he started laughing but you couldn’t snap at him, not when Wanda kept roaming your body with her hands “You still with them? Naughty girl!”

“I’m not telling you shit” you smirked but it faded away when Wanda mouthed ‘language’, you rolled your eyes and she slapped your ass again making you whine.

“Dude, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just tripped” you lied and Wanda giggled, pecking your lips “Anyway, see you at breakfast like in…” you looked at the screen but Wanda blocked your view and you frowned “Yes, Wanda?”

“You are not leaving” she sentenced and you looked at her in awe.

“But I’m hungry” you pouted and heard Luke screaming on the phone “Lucas, give me a minute. Shut up!”

Wanda grabbed your pillow and punched Natasha with it, her wife groaned and grabbed the pillow by the third time. She glared at her wife and you held back a smirk.

“What?” Natasha grunted, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Then her eyes found you and she squinted “Why is your phone in your hand, malyshka?”

“She’s trying to leave” Wanda replied and your jaw dropped, you grabbed the pillow from Natasha’s hand and punched her with it “Watch it, little one”

“That’s not- I’m not trying to leave, I swear” you looked at Natasha “I’m just hungry” Luke shouted your name again and you groaned “Luke, I said shut the fuck up! Give me another…”

“Luke, right?” Natasha said after snatching the phone from your hand and you looked at her stunned and Wanda smirked “Yeah, Natasha here. I don’t think she will make it to breakfast” the redhead hummed as she smacked your hand away and Wanda went back to kiss your neck “I see, yeah. When are you leaving?” she grabbed her phone and looked at the hour “Sure, we will join if that’s alright with you and your friends?” she hummed again and typed something in her phone, showing it to Wanda and her wife nodded “Yeah, see you then. Thank you”

Natasha hung up and placed your phones together over her nightstand and your jaw dropped. You weren’t sure if you heard right, but apparently the redhead already decided they weren’t going to leave your side.

“What did he tell you?” you asked as Natasha kissed her wife and looked at you amused.

“Something about a trip to Women Island?” she shrugged and leaned to kiss you “Hope you don’t mind if we tag along”

“I- I don’t but I don’t think you want to hang with four strangers and-“

“We are hanging out with you and may I remind you this stranger made you moa-“ you clasped your hand over her mouth as your cheeks started burning and she raised a brow.

“Fine, three strangers. They are stupid and teasing and…” Natasha licked your hand and you moved it away “Hey!”

“Oh so now you don’t like my tongue? Wasn’t she asking me to never stop using it last night, dorogaya?” Natasha asked to Wanda and the brunette laughed.

“Yeah, I remember that” she teased and you groaned, trying to get off Wanda’s lap but she kept you in place “What I don’t remember is giving you permission to move”

“Is this my new life? Am I gonna get teased for the rest of my life?” you said without really thinking about your words but when realisation settled, you panicked “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Yes, that’s what you should expect for the rest of your life” Natasha smiled and grabbed your hand “And we don’t mind hanging out with your friends. It will be good getting to know them since you know… you are kinda stuck with us now”

“You make it sound like a threat, moya lyubov’” Wanda laughed and you bit your lip “We don’t have to go if you don’t want us to”

You looked at them, like really looked. Their eyes were twinkling softly, their smiles didn’t waver and they kept one hand touching you as the other were linked.

They made it look like you’ve been part of them all their lives, as if they didn’t meet you the day before but like you belonged there already. And your heart melted.

Maybe you didn’t take the best choices in the past, but this felt right. They felt right. So what if you just took a leap of faith?

“Yeah, okay. Let’s do it” you smiled and leaned to kiss each one of them “and I mean all of it, if you guys still want me” you whispered shyly and Wanda caressed your cheek.

“I know a way or two to show you how much we want you” she purred and you whimpered “What do you think, Tasha?”

“Yeah, I know what you are talking about?” the redhead smirked and you moaned.

“Again?” you grunted when Wanda pushed you down in between their bodies and their lips were already on your neck.

“Again. And again after that” Natasha whispered and you bit your lip but your stomach growled and the redhead laughed.

“Or not. I guess she really is hungry” Wanda chuckled and you groaned, looking down to your abdomen.

“No, no, I’m not hungry. Come back” you whined but Wanda was already picking up the phone to order room service “She won’t let it go, will she?”

Natasha patted your thigh “You get used to it, now come back to my arms and wake me up when food is here”

And when you settled in her arms, watching Wanda reading the menu and ordering for you as Natasha kissed your shoulder and held you protectively, you knew whatever happened next it didn’t matter.

You really could do that for the rest of your life.

[ayoello]

OVERRIDE ✮⋆˙

⚘. natasha romanoff x reader

SUMMARY. natasha stops the tower elevator mid-ride and makes you stay quiet while she has her way with you, then starts it up again while you're still coming down.

WARNINGS. smut, mirror sex, fingering (r!receiving), established relationship, degradation/praise contrast, edging, overstim, teasing, public/workplace setting, use of petnames, dom/sub dynamics, verbal commands and power play

WORD COUNT. 2.5k

NOTES. stay freaky 🙂‍↕️

TAGS. @billiesbabyy444 @peytonneilish @caliscomettt @cceanvvaves @satontheroofyouandi (click here to be on my taglist! <3)

the tower’s loud today. louder than usual.

tony’s been in and out of meetings since 9am, sam and bucky have been arguing about something stupid in the kitchen for the last hour, and there’s at least three agents you’ve never seen before walking around like they own the place. which, of course, puts natasha in a stellar mood.

she’s already snapped at two people during morning briefings. snapped at you, too, except you didn’t flinch the way the others did. you just tilted your head, crossed your arms, and said something sarcastic that made steve pause mid-sentence and mutter something about professionalism before awkwardly clearing his throat.

it’s not that you mean to piss her off. it’s just that… you’re good at it. too good. and you keep doing it anyway.

there’s something about the way she glares at you across room that you’ve gotten a little addicted to. the way her jaw flexes when you talk back, the way she goes silent when you smirk.

natasha hasn’t said a word about it, not directly. but she watches. she always watches. and you feel it, every single time.

so when she calls your name across the common room, you follow. you don’t ask where you’re going. you just fall into step beside her and pretend your heart isn’t in your throat.

you glance at her as you walk. "you mad at me?"

"no," she says instantly. "you’re not worth that much energy."

you huff a laugh. "sure. okay."

the elevator doors slide open and you step inside, leaning back on the wall with mirrored paneling. it’s freezing enough that the chill immediately punches through your shirt and sinks into your spine. you flinch, just slightly.

natasha walks in a second later quietly. she doesn’t press a button.

just stands there, maybe a foot away, not close enough to touch you but close enough that the air feels different now, tighter somehow. heavier.

you keep your eyes on the door.

she’s silent, but you can feel her gaze like a knife dragged lazy across skin.

floor 44.

floor 45.

you slowly inhale once and speak without turning. “you could’ve said what you needed to say back in the briefing room.”

there’s a pause.

"if i said what i needed to say back there," she murmurs, her voice dropping enough to skim over your nerves, "you wouldn’t have walked out on your own."

your stomach dips, but you don’t give her the reaction she wants. not yet.

you wet your lips, still facing forward. the cold of the mirror is starting to make your back ache.

“so you waited until we were alone.”

"no," she says, like it’s obvious. "you did.”

your reflection is clear in the paneling across from you. your jaw’s tense. your arms are crossed. natasha’s standing besides you now, barely half a step away, and you don’t know when she moved that close.

you glance sideways, just for a second, and find her watching you—head slightly tilted, her expression neutral, but you know that look. you’ve seen it before, usually when she’s deciding whether to take the shot.

"you’ve been pushing me all day,” she says evenly. “like you wanted this exact thing to happen."

you blink. shift your weight again. your shoulder hits the mirror. it’s still cold. colder, even. or maybe you’re just warmer now.

"i’ve just been doing my job," you say, quieter than before.

her gaze sharpens.

“right,” she says, almost a scoff. “your job.”

she reaches out.

you don’t flinch, but you should’ve. her hand brushes past your waist, then pauses, and presses the emergency stop button.

a low thunk echoes through the walls. the elevator stutters to a full stop between floors. the lights dim, then snap to red.

you exhale slowly. your heart’s hammering now, too loud in your chest.

natasha’s hand stays hovering by the panel for another second before dropping to her side, and you realize she hasn’t looked away from you once.

"what are you doing?" you ask quietly.

she doesn’t answer. instead, she steps forward like she’s always had the right to take up this much space around you and just finally decided to do it. your back tenses. she doesn’t touch you yet, but you can already feel her. the heat. the weight. the want.

her voice is quiet, close to your ear now.

"no more pretending.”

you turn your head without really meaning to, maybe to ask what she means, maybe to get one last smug line in, but it doesn’t matter. she’s already there, and your noses brush before you even realize how little space was left between you.

you’re inhaling her. the scent of her, the leather of her jacket, that something under her skin that’s always felt volatile. her eyes flick to your mouth, and this time, they don’t bother coming back up.

and that’s it.

she kisses you.

her mouth crashes into yours like she’s been starving for it since the first time you rolled your eyes at her across the room. it’s hot and messy and the kind of swelter that makes you forget where you are for a second. her hand finds your waist, roughly digging into your skin, fingers wrapping tight like she’s anchoring you there.

she pushes you harder against the wall and fuck, it’s cold.

the paneling steals the heat from your body instantly, sharp enough to pull a full-body shiver out of you. you gasp into her mouth and she swallows it like she owns it. like it was always hers.

you squirm, your hips twitching forward instinctively, trying to get away from the mirror or closer to her, maybe both.

she bites your bottom lip on her way out of the kiss, then pulls back just far enough to speak.

“turn around.”

you hesitate and she sees the pause. of course she does.

her voice drops low and dangerous.

"i said, turn around."

you don’t wait for a third.

your hands hit the mirror and stay there, fingers splayed wide against the cold as you turn and face the wall. your back arches to escape from it and your hips shift away without thinking, and as soon as they do, natasha’s body is right behind yours.

her mouth lands on your neck immediately, open and hot and wet, her lips dragging along your skin. her hands grip your hips, hard enough to keep you still, and then she pulls your pants down without warning—rough and fast. they catch around your thighs, and the sudden exposure makes you gasp.

“look at you,” she says against your ear, and her breath is warm where everything else is freezing. one of her hands moves up your stomach under your shirt while the other slides between your legs. “barely touched and you’re already soaked.”

your forehead tips forward until it hits the glass. it’s freezing there too.

her fingers ghost over your underwear, barely pressing.

“what’d you think was gonna happen?” she asks, lazy and controlled, like she’s genuinely curious. “after all that mouth today, you thought i wouldn’t do anything?”

her hand at your front presses harder, knuckles grazing where you’re wettest. you jerk in place, soft and bitten-off, and she smirks against your skin like it’s the answer she was waiting for.

“you’re mine for the next ten minutes. maybe more. they’ll figure it out.”

your shirt’s bunched up under your arms, your pants are stuck around your thighs, and she’s behind you like she’s been planning this since the moment she saw you that morning. her chest brushes your back and the mirror is still cold against you.

she kisses down your neck again, tongue dragging slowly, and then her teeth scrape along your shoulder hard enough to make your knees buckle slightly.

“please,” you whisper. it slips out before you can stop it.

she freezes. her hand stops, her mouth goes still.

“what was that sweetheart?” her voice is calm, like she’s giving you the chance to say it again.

you shut your eyes.

“please.”

"that’s cute," she says, dragging the words out slow as her hand finally moves between your legs, over the thin fabric still clinging there, already damp. “but you’re gonna have to be more specific.”

you whimper and that only makes her smirk. you can feel it, the shape of it pressed against the back of your neck.

“please touch me.”

“i am touching you.”

her fingers stroke up again, slow, just barely there. it’s maddening. the mirror is still freezing under your chest and hips, but your whole body is burning.

“natasha,” you say, and your voice cracks when you do.

that’s what makes her finally move.

she drags her fingers under your waistband in one sharp move, sliding them between your folds, and you gasp—high-pitched and involuntary.

her fingers move slow at first, dragging through your slick, just enough to make you twitch. she teases without giving you anything close to what you need, and it makes your chest feel tight with frustration.

you rock your hips back involuntarily, trying to get her to give you more, but she pulls her hand away completely.

you actually cry out and she laughs, breath warm against your ear.

“you’re going to stay against that mirror until i say otherwise.”

you nod fast, desperate to keep her close.

“words.”

“yes. yes, i will.”

her hand is back before you can think, one finger pushing into you slow and deep, and your whole body arches forward into the cold glass. the mirror is freezing against your skin, her hands are cool, but everywhere else feels unbearably hot.

"fuck—nat," you choke out, forehead still pressed to the cold mirror, her name slipping like a reflex as her finger drags in and out of you, slow and steady and just enough to ruin your grip on reality.

"one finger," she says behind you, her voice low and almost amused, "and you’re already shaking for me like this? so needy."

your mouth opens but all that comes out is a sharp, helpless sound high in your throat as your hips roll back against her hand, chasing more friction, more depth, more anything, and she gives it to you.

she pushes a second finger in without warning. it’s thicker, deeper, and stretching you. your body jerks, chest smashing harder into the cold glass as a strangled noise breaks from you.

"that’s it," she breathes, and her free hand is suddenly up under your bra, cupping your breast with a rough squeeze, her thumb flicking over your nipple until you whimper. her mouth brushes along your jaw, catching your lips in a kiss that’s messy and demanding, her tongue pushing in like she expects you to give in to her completely.

her fingers speed up, thrusting harder, wet sounds filling the air, and you can hear yourself getting louder, voice breaking open, and before you can stop it her palm is over your mouth, catching in your hair as she holds your head still, muffling the cries ripping through you.

"be quiet," she growls, her voice sharp right in your ear. "you really want the whole tower to hear how desperate you are, hm?"

you shake your head fast, your cheeks burning, her hand holding you there like she owns you.

"look at me fucking you in the mirror," she hisses, pressing her hips into your ass, body crowding yours until you can barely move. "you wanted attention so bad. look at how easy you are for me."

you try to, you really do, but your vision’s going blurry, your reflection a flushed, trembling mess pinned between her and the glass.

you’re close. you’re right there, every muscle tight, your legs shaking—

and she slows down.

you let out a noise behind her hand, half sob, half moan, and she keeps her fingers deep but lazy now, barely thrusting and tracing slow, taunting circles over your clit.

"you wanna cum?" she asks, her voice low and sharp. "then you’re gonna tell me you’ll fix that fucking attitude."

you freeze for half a second and she stops completely, her fingers still but heavy inside you.

you nod quickly, wide-eyed, your breath fast against her hand.

"say it."

"i’ll fix it," you mumble into her palm, voice all broken.

"what was that?"

you whine, head dropping back on her shoulder, and force it out louder. “i’ll fix my attitude. please—natasha—please, mommy.”

she makes a low sound in her throat and starts again, fingers slamming back into you, curling just right, her pace brutal. "good girl."

your body breaks.

you cum so hard you see white, your cry caught behind her hand, your whole body trembling as your orgasm rolls through you, relentless and hot and overwhelming. and just as your knees buckle, just as you're barely holding on—

natasha starts up the elevator again.

your eyes fly open, your reflection a wrecked mess with her still fucking you, her fingers thrusting even as the floor numbers start climbing.

"n-nat," you stammer, "i c-can’t—"

"yes, you can," she mutters, slowing just enough to make you twitch. “you better before we reach the next floor.”

finally, she pulls her fingers out, and your legs almost give. you’re still catching your breath when she’s pressing them to your lips without hesitation.

"clean up, baby. be good for me."

you moan around them, sucking greedily, tasting yourself, your body still trembling as she watches with dark, proud eyes.

when she finally kisses you again, it’s slower, softer, but still makes your knees weak.

"you did so good for me, pretty girl," she murmurs, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "but don’t embarrass yourself with me like that again, got it?"

your head spins. your hands fumble to pull your pants back up, legs still weak, the mirror’s chill no longer present on your skin as you drag your shirt down and swipe at your hair. your fingers are trembling.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” she grins, crossing her arms.

just as you button your jeans, the elevator dings and the doors open.

two agents are standing there. it’s the same ones natasha barked at earlier, both looking more confused than concerned.

"you guys alright?" one of them asks. "the emergency stop was activated for a few minutes."

natasha doesn’t even blink.

"clearly," she says, deadpan. "we’re fine."

she steps out without another word, calm like nothing happened.

you follow half a step behind, giving the agents a quick, awkward smile while you run your fingers through your hair, your pulse still racing, your legs still shaky, and you keep walking after her like the last ten minutes didn’t just happen in the middle of a workday.

© agentbils

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[ayoello]

Sooo kinda gone MIA, but I’ve been busy and burnt out

Expect fics around Wednesday time <3

[ayoello]

okay so I saw you wanted so crazy ass smut requests so here’s one. Dom vi x sub reader stalker vi x fem reader college au. vi sees reader and immediately needs her so she stalks her for a while, send reader anonymous texts, leaves things in front of reader’s apartment door, etc. reader ends up meeting vi but doesn’t know vi is her stalker. long story short, vi gains readers trust, gets closer to her, tries to help with the stalker problem (even though it’s her) and soon reader starts piecing together certain things and connects them to vi, vi reveals she’s readers stalker, and they fuck, like crazy hard core backshots, choking kink, degrading, STRAPPP, size kink, vi using her muscle against reader in certain positions, reader getting tied up and maybe gagged, wtv you would want to add 😏😏. (also everything is CONSENSUAL!!!) thanks!!

𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘— 𝐕𝐈 [𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄]

𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹— @lunescore : this is so me and my girlfriend coded

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺— Vi knew she needed you the moment she laid eyes on you, that's where the stalking began. It was innocent at first and subtle, until it wasn't. You both met outside of campus and she offered to help you with said stalker problem. Instead of helping you, Vi pounds you. You're not complaining.

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻— STALKER!VI, manipulation (slight), doggy style, strap, choking, degradation, size kink, restraints, gagging, control kink, fainting after sex, orgasm control, implication of others hearing, sex in college dorm, a dark unsettling ending

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓— 1.9k words

── .✦ Stalker!Vi leaned against the wall and watched you with intent as you walked down the stairs, shoving stationaries hastily back inside your bag. Your eyes met hers when you felt the stare— only a few seconds before you turned away and walked out.

Vi pushed off the wall, “Pretty girl,” she thought, “she's so nonchalant about seein’ me. Others are usually dyin’ for a date…” Vi looked at herself at the mirror in the hallway wash basin. She looked as hot as ever, she ran one stressed hand through her hair before sighing and looking where you disappeared. “Interesting.”

She followed you like a shadow, silent and creeping. She jotted down the number of your dorm room in her notebook before she pulled her headphones over her ears and walked off with a little grin tugging at her scarred lips. She'd make sure you're hers by the end of semester.

── .✦ Stalker!Vi was relentless with her work and she knew everything about you. She followed you around the campus with her eyes peeled. You saw her sometimes but never recognised her. All you saw was a dark figure with a grey hoodie and sweatpants. The figure followed you outside of campus and paused a few feet away from you when you purchased a donut. Your eyes squinted. You didn't question and headed back to the dorms.

Your windows were drawn that night and Vi tallied how many steps away from you she should maintain just so you didn't see her. But you had already started taking steps to make sure the stalker didn't get anything out of you. That night Vi bit her lip until it almost bled while she clicked on her laptop— you had made your profile private.

She glanced at the corkboard across the room and groaned, leaning back in her chair. She threw the grey hoodie into the laundry basket before she walked to the charted corkboard, running her hands over the Polaroids pinned to it.

“You'll be mine. Sooner or later.”

── .✦ You saw her, stalker!Vi propped against the wall of the café as she drank her coffee and held a book open in front of her. She was dressed in a loose, plain t-shirt and baggy shorts.

Your heart drummed in your chest.

You crossed the distance before your brain could register it and you were right there in front of her. “U-ummm, Violet, right?”

Vi looked up, her blue eyes wide and she almost dropped her book, “Yeah,” she choked out, clutching her coffee tightly, “that's me,” she nervously chuckled.

Her cheeks tinged pink and you smiled. She was adorable. “I always hear you're somewhat of a mathlete?”

Vi laughed, her voice a little wheezy before she cleared her throat and replied, “Yeah, I guess, always been at 95%.”

“Could you help me catch up a little?” you asked softly and Vi’s heart dropped to her pussy.

She nodded a little too eagerly before coughing and saying a hurried “yes”. She put her empty cup in the trash before grabbing up her bag, “I have to head to class, umm—”

You slid your phone to her, “Number?” Then, you gave her your signature doll-like smile. Just a little, subtle in the right ways.

Vi looked like she'd have a heart attack, “Y-yes,” she quickly typed her number on the dial pad with shaky fingers before turning. “Thanks!”

You looked at the number and felt your heart flutter before waving at her. Vi’s awkward figure half-jogged back into campus and you watched her take a turn and disappear.

You sighed and headed back to your own class. That night you cleaned up your dorm room and peeked out of the curtains every now and then. You saw Vi walk to the door from your window, she knocked. You opened the door and invited her in. Vi looked breathless so you sat her down and went to get her water.

As you filled a glass, you said, “I'm sorry, the windows and curtains are always drawn in here.”

“Why?” Vi took the glass and took a sip, before sighing in relief. Her throat must've been parched.

“Uhh, it's—” you trailed off. “Nothing.”

You both sat down and started going over some equations but you were barely able to concentrate. It didn't feel right. You wanted to ask Vi out and all, but you didn't want her to accept it without knowing the gravity of what you had entangled yourself in unknowingly. Last thing you wanted her for Vi to fall victim to the creepy stalker that you had.

“Hey, you good?” Vi asked, gentle.

“I'm sorry,” you put the pen down, closing your book, “I need to tell you something.”

“I'm listening…”

“I think someone is stalking me and—” you paused to let that sink in, “And I would love to take you out. I know it sounds irrelevant and creepy and confusing. But I promise you, I just don't want you to get into trouble or be at risk because of this creep. I just wanna be safe.” You hugged yourself, hands rubbing your elbows.

“That's awful,” Vi feigned worry, voice slow, “Have you tried figuring out who it is? You could report it, y’know?”

“They always wear this frayed grey hoodie.”

Vi’s hands on her bag tightened, balling into fists. Her grey hoodie was inside. “I see… I could help you if you'd like.”

“Really?” You beamed at her. “I’d love that. But how? And why?”

“I'm not just a nerd,” Vi flexed her arms and wiggled her brows, making you laugh. You hadn't felt this much lighter in weeks. Vi straightened, “And I just want you safe,” her knuckles brushed your cheek, “wouldn't want a pretty thing like you all scared and alone.”

That night you really smiled.

── .✦ Stalker!Vi was leaning forward over your desk, one knee hooked on the leg of your chair, explaining something about coefficients, but you weren’t really listening. You were distracted by the way her tattooed forearms flexed when she wrote. She shifted to grab her bag, probably reaching for her calculator, when the zipper gave way.

The sound was small. Your gaze dropped before hers did— A thick stack of Polaroids, bound together with a stretched, pale rubber band. You bent down automatically, reaching for them, but the second your fingers brushed the glossy surface, you froze.

The first photo was of you.

Not just you— you through the open square of your shower window, steam curling into the night air. Hair wet and clinging to your neck. You flipped the top one aside, then the next. Another, your head tipped back in the water. Another, your hands in your hair. Another, just the slope of your bare shoulder and a strip of condensation. All from the same angle. All from outside.

You didn’t breathe until you looked up.

Vi wasn’t scrambling to grab them. She wasn’t apologizing. She wasn’t even moving. She was just watching you. Blue eyes locked on your face, mouth curled at one corner.

Your heart stuttered hard enough to make you dizzy. “What—?”

“You weren’t supposed to see those yet, pretty girl.” Her voice was low, almost gentle.

Your breath caught. You should be standing, yelling, calling someone, anyone, but you just… sat there, heat pooling low in your stomach.

── .✦ Stalker!Vi sweetly spreads you out on your bed, the bedsheets smelled soft— like lavender. Like you.

“You look just as beautiful as I've always imagined you up close,” Vi gently tugged your shirt over your head followed by your skirt, “Maybe more.” She said after a moment of thought.

Your blush deepened, “Please,” your legs spread and Vi swallowed.

“Fuck,” she held your legs open by the knees and without warning dropped to her knees with a dull thud, “You're dripping wet,” she traced the drenched patch over your panties before smirked and tearing it off.

A surprised squeak left your throat before you settled in the feeling: Rough. You wanted it rough.

After Vi located the little box of sex toys you kept in your closet for whenever college became too much, she was already reaching for the biggest strap. And it didn't help that you looked so good with your ass up and face down. You hugged the pillow close to your chest as the mattress dipped behind you. Vi approached, cock head against your slit already.

“Ready for me, mamas?” She asked, her voice raspy.

“Mhm, ready as I'll ever be,” you confirmed.

Vi’s thrusts were rough and animalistic as she slammed into your weeping hole. Your mouth was open, drool slipping out as you bit the pillow to contain your moans. Vi smirked, her hand grabbing the scarf you had on nearby, bunching it to form a makeshift restraint.

“Scared others will hear?” Vi pulled your wrists back and tied them there in place.

You sobbed against your pillow, cheek flat against it, “V-Vi, you're so rough…”

“And you're quite loud, dear,” Vi said, her tone syrupy as she flipped you onto your back, a cruel smirk on her lips.

“V-Vi—” you were cut out when she stuffed the torn remnants of your panties in your mouth.

“Suck on your own juices,” she thrusted deep, “That's what you get for falling in love with the ‘creep’ that stalked you for all these weeks.”

She hit that sweet spot that made you see stars, your toes curled. Yet you couldn't really place it. This was so wrong but it felt so right. No man had ever sated your desires this way. Like Vi did. Fuck, she was addictive.

── .✦ Stalker!Vi’s strap game was so brutal your eyes were rolling back and orgasm rolled out of control but she didn't tolerate disrespect.

“Slut,” her hand wrapped around your throat, blocking your windpipe, “You wanna cum without permission?”

“B-baby—” your voice choked.

“Then you'll keep cumming.”

You regretted letting your body do its thing. Vi’s strap game was brutal for the next hour and all you could do was utter muffled groans and moans. Your jaw hurt and pussy was sore but her thrusts were relentless. Pace unmatched.

Her breath shuddered, soft pants crashing against your ear as she leaned in to kiss your forehead. Just a little show of affection through her harsh punishment.

“Baby, I'm cumming,” your voice was barely audible.

Vi didn't say anything. Nothing.

She choked you harder, her bigger frame looming over you as the strap kissed your cervix. Vi gave you a last look, a lascivious smile before she made you fall over the edge— your pussy convulsed, you came. But her hand never ceased, pressing at that one point that finally tipped you over the edge. Unconscious. So Vi could admire the way your breath stuttered slowly, as she waited for your consciousness to come back in— just to get your brain fucked into a little mush again.

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[ayoello]

Sevika writers been eating lately thank y’all for ur service

[ayoello]

So I had a realization, and I am aro/ace. I truly don’t feel romantic feelings or sexual feelings for people. I’m talking in real life. I’ve gone on multiple dates, tried a makeout session. It’s not for me.

So this is me coming out as aro/ace.

[ayoello]

OMG THANK YOU. This is incredible. I love this AU so much, this fic was done so well 🥰🥰 what a wonderful start to my day

I need part 2 of chef sevika and waitress reader

Loved this au <3

mentioning @ayoello at the same bc I saw your request for part 2 chef sevika x waitress reader so there we are <3

—Kiss the cook! (Chef Sevika x Waitress Reader) pt2!

part one, masterlist

words: 2.3k

cw: rude customers, sevika is terrifying, slight hurt and comfort, she’s a sweetie for her gf, save me chef sevika, fluff

Just like always, the kitchen is already too hot, too loud. Too fast but not fast enough.

She’s barking orders, making the cooks tremble as they dress up the dishes. Her towel’s slung over one shoulder, damp from how many times she’s wiped her hands today, and there’s already sauce on her apron even though the rush just started. One of the new line cooks drops a ladle. Sevika doesn’t yell—just shoots a sharp look over her shoulder and keeps moving.

She’s not mad. Not really. Just buried in it.

“Table nine needs their pasta redone, chef,” one of the servers mutters too close to the pass. Sevika huffs, pulls another pan down, tosses in garlic and oil like it’s muscle memory. And it is. She’s running on autopilot instantly, shoulders tight.

The heat’s getting her. She can’t afford to screw this night. Not with a critic sitting at table two and a birthday group waiting on a custom cake.

But then she hears it—your laugh, light and clear as a bell.

You’re at the front, grinning at some little girl holding a crayon, drawing. You crouch, say something Sevika can’t hear, and suddenly a burst of giggles erupts from the table.

One of the sous chefs chuckles behind her, distracted by you.

Sevika doesn’t smile. She twitches her lip, barely. It might be a smirk. But she schools it fast, back to business, like she isn’t watching you light up the room without even trying.

“Focus,” she mutters under her breath, turning the pan with a flick of her wrist.

A minute later, you slip through the swinging kitchen doors again, dodging trays and shoulders like it’s a dance you’ve done a hundred times. You don’t say anything, just grab two plates off the pass with a practiced ease.

But something’s different this time.

You’re pouting. Not your teasing, playful kind either. Your eyes are a little downturned, and your lips are pressed together in a thin line, like you’re biting something back. Not angry. Not sad, even. Just… dimmed. Like someone took a little of your shine away.

Sevika clocks it instantly. Her brows knit, but she doesn’t say anything. Just watches as you balance the plates in your hands and walk back out without a word, your usual soft hum missing from the air behind you.

And goddamn if that doesn’t rattle her more than any too-cooked meal ever could.

But the ticket printer won’t stop.

Orders come through in a blur of numbers, and Sevika’s fingers are moving faster than her brain. Left hand plating, right hand checking temps, head snapping between stations. She’s in the heat of it all—but it’s the kind that tightens the jaw, not the kind that feels good.

“Five minutes to table two!” she calls out, voice like gravel over the sizzle of oil and shouting cooks. “You. Watch that damn garnish. if I see another wilted leaf, I’m throwing it at you.”

A few snickers ripple through the kitchen. They’re used to her bark. They know she’s not cruel—just sharp. Efficient. Unshakable. Even if they regret their choice of job sometimes.

But then you walk in again.

You’re holding another pair of plates, and your steps are steady, but your face isn’t. Not anymore.

Your eyes are glassy now. Not crying, not yet, but there’s a shine to them that’s unmistakable. Your mouth is set in a line so thin, so tight, it makes Sevika’s chest ache just looking at you.

She watches you more than she should—just for a second. Long enough to see the way you swallow something down, lift your chin like it’ll help hold everything else in. You don’t look at her.

And she can’t say anything.

She wants to. Fuck, she really wants to. But her hands are full, the pans are almost burning, and she’s got eight dishes on the pass that need eyes and corrections. If she stops now—if she hesitates—the whole kitchen falls behind. And when the chef drops the ball, everyone does. Because if the chef fucks up, everyone does.

So she doesn’t move, doesn’t speak.

She clenches her jaw, pretends she doesn’t see the tears forming in your eyes. Pretends her stomach didn’t just lurch sideways.

“Pick up, table nine,” she barks, a beat too hard, making the cook flinch. Sevika feels it but doesn’t apologize.

She hears the swing of the kitchen doors behind her. You’re gone again. And she knows she won’t get a break tonight, won’t get a quiet moment to pull you aside, ask what happened, wrap a hand around your wrist and say ‘hey’ the way she does when words feel too clumsy.

She can’t fix it yet.

At some point, the printer’s slowed to a sputter, the critic is gone, and most of the mains are out. It won’t last. But for now, the kitchen breathes.

Sevika wipes her hands on her apron, lifts her head just enough to scan the pass window—and she spots you.

You’re at table six, smile back on, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. Not like it did earlier. You laugh at something a customer says, but Sevika knows your real laugh, an

She moves to the doorway, silent, and when you glance up toward the kitchen again, your eyes catch hers.

She lifts her hand—just two fingers curling toward her, low and discreet. Not a command. Just a silent ‘come here’.

You hesitate, just for a second, then set down your tray and slip away from the table with a murmur to your coworker.

Sevika leads you past the kitchen door, down the narrow hall between dry storage and the service closet. It’s not much, but it’s quieter here. The hum of the kitchen’s still behind her, but it’s distant enough now. She leans against the wall, crossing her arms, watching you.

You stop in front of her, still not quite looking up.

She speaks low. Rougher than she means to. “What happened?”

You try to shake your head, dismiss it, but your breath catches on the way out. “It’s nothing, just—”

Sevika raises an eyebrow. Doesn’t say anything. Just waits.

You bite the inside of your cheek. Your eyes are glassy again.

“Table five,” you finally mutter, voice small. “They were… I don’t know. Mocking me. Making jokes while I was standing right there. Kept laughing when I repeated their order, like I didn’t know what I was doing. Saying shit like, ‘at least she’s pretty, maybe she’s not smart but—’”

You stop talking like you’re living it again.

Your hands are clenched at your sides. You blink hard, and your breath stutters. “And I know it’s not personal. I know. But I couldn’t even say anything. Just had to smile through it like—like it didn’t hurt. I felt so fucking small.”

The words crack toward the end. You look away fast, like that’ll stop the tears from spilling. You bite down on your lip, swallow the rest.

And Sevika doesn’t speak right away.

She just looks at you. Her jaw is tight, like she’s keeping something inside—anger, maybe. Guilt, too. That she saw it, knew something was wrong, and had to turn away.

Then she moves.

One big step forward and she’s pulling you in, arms wrapping around you with a kind of gentleness that doesn’t match how rough her hands feel or how tight she holds on. Your cheek lands against her chest, just under the line of her collar, and you exhale like it knocked something loose in your ribs.

She doesn’t shush you. Doesn’t say it’s okay. Just holds you there, solid and still, like she’s not letting go until you stop shaking.

After a beat, her voice comes low and gritty against your hair.

“You’re not small.”

You sighs, still tucked into her chest.

“They’re assholes,” she mutters, arms firm around your back. “You walk in there every night and light the whole damn place up. Make this shitty place feel like something. You think I don’t see that?”

Her hand moves, fingers brushing your side—barely there, like she’s not used to being soft but trying anyway because she’s still your girlfriend.

“They got nothing on you. They act loud ‘cause they got nothing else.”

You nod into her shirt. Just once.

Then you feel her jaw shift near your temple. Something clicks in her chest.

She pulls back, just enough to look at you. “They ordered more.” She says, thinking.

You sniff, wipe under your eye with a quick hand. “Yeah. They’re still waiting, I think.”

Sevika’s eyes narrow. Her expression doesn’t change much, but you know her well enough to feel the temperature drop.

She thinks for a second—calculating. And then, without another word, she leans down, presses a firm kiss to your forehead, and mutters, “Stay here a sec.”

When she straightens, her whole body’s shifted. Her softness fades behind that steel spine she wears in the kitchen. The critic’s gone, the mains are mostly out, and she’s got just enough time—and just enough anger simmering under her skin—to do something about it.

The kitchen glances up when Sevika walks back in—focused, all purpose and no wasted movement. Eli opens his mouth to ask something, but one look from her and he goes back to plating, silent.

She steps to the line, grabs a tray, and scans the ticket pinned for table five. Funny enough, they’re having a round two; Three mains, a side, two drinks. Easy.

Except this time, she’s running it.

No one questions it. Not when the chef moves like that. Not when her face looks like it’s carved out of concrete.

She loads the plates—perfect, spotless, a little too polished. Her movements are precise. Controlled. Almost calm.

Almost.

Then she pushes through the doors into the dining room, and the hum of the restaurant dips just a little, like the room feels the shift even before she reaches them.

Table five is laughing. Loud, brash, the kind of forced sound that fills space for attention. One of the men looks up first when Sevika stops beside them, tray in hand.

He raises his eyebrows, clearly impressed with himself. “Well, look at this. They sent the chef out just for us?”

Sevika sets the first plate down without flinching. “That’s right.”

Another one grins. “Wow. Thought we pissed someone off—guess we’re VIP now.”

She meets his eyes. Dead on. No smile. No warmth.

“Something like that.”

The man chuckles, but it falters. He picks up his fork, suddenly quieter.

She sets the next plate down, slow and deliberate. Her presence doesn’t match the cozy, warm vibe of the restaurant. It’s colder. More exact. The kind of quiet that says ‘I’ve got knives and I know how to use them’.

“You’ll find your steak’s done exactly medium-rare,” she says, voice smooth and low, like cut stone. “Didn’t want to risk any confusion. Wouldn’t want you calling my staff stupid again.”

The man stiffens. The others go quiet.

Sevika’s smile is thin—barely there. Not nice. Not friendly.

“Enjoy your meal,” she adds. “And keep the comments about my waitress to yourselves. She’s got better things to do than entertain little boys pretending they know how to tip.”

The silence at the table is heavy now. One of the guys mutters something under his breath, but he doesn’t look up again.

Sevika lingers just long enough to let the discomfort settle. Then she turns and walks away without another word, back straight, arms loose at her sides like she hasn’t just made three grown men look like scolded kids.

When she steps back into the hall to go back to the kitchen, you’re there. Standing against the wall, eyes wide.

She stops in front of you, broad frame blocking out the light coming from the kitchen. There’s no rush now. No tension in her jaw. Just a beat of stillness.

Then her hand comes up, fingers brushing your cheek, rough but careful. She tilts your chin up with two fingers, slow and steady, until your eyes meet hers.

And she kisses you.

Soft. Barely a press. But enough. Her mouth is warm, dry, solid against yours. Just a pause in the chaos. A promise tucked into a single breath.

When she pulls back, her voice is low. Gruff, but quiet just for you.

“Go home. I’ve got it.”

You blink up at her. “But—”

“The others can handle the rest. You’ve done enough.”

You hesitate, breathing slow like you’re still trying not to cry, and then you nod. Not because you’re giving in, but because you trust her. Because she said she’s got it, and you believe her.

You lean in, kiss her again. Just a soft smack of lips, short and sure.

“Thank you,” you whisper against her mouth.

Sevika just brushes her thumb along your jaw and gives the smallest, quietest nod.

And then you’re gone—you take your things in your locker and a minute later you’re slipping out the back door into the night, the sting of the evening softened by her hands, her mouth, her voice.

Back in the kitchen, the rush picks up again. But Sevika doesn’t feel it as heavy anymore.

And you don’t either.

Nah I’ve been hurt by customers way too many times too istg

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[ayoello]

Where’s the fem x fem lesbians?? ✋🤪

[ayoello]

For those who sent asks, I see them! and I will get to them :) I’ve just been very busy and burnt out lately.

I might call out of work tomorrow to rest so I’ll have time and mindset for them

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I LOVE THIS IDEA?!? HOLY FUCK.

chef Sevika x waitress reader ??

(Love your writing btw <3)

oh my god this is so cute

—Kiss the cook! (Chef Sevika x waitress reader)

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The kitchen moved like clockwork. Six burners lit, three pans going per station, voices sharp and direct—just the way Sevika liked it. Her hand tapped the edge of the pass twice: her signal. Timing was everything.

“Two halibut, one duck—garnish tight, plate hotter than your attitude. Let’s go.”

“Yes, Chef!”

It was clean. Controlled. A good dinner rush, the kind that made her proud.

Then you walked in, and she didn’t miss a beat.

Tray in one hand, that overachieving little bow at your back swaying like you were in a goddamn commercial, you leaned in just enough to slide the empty plates across the pass and flash her a grin.

“Table four says your lemon risotto made them want to propose.”

Sevika didn’t even glance up.

“Tell ‘em I don’t do monogamy,” she muttered, wiping the edge of one dish with the precision of a sniper. But the corner of her mouth twitched—barely.

You tilted your head, dramatic. “You sure? ‘Cause that tasted like commitment.”

That earned you a look. Quick, dry, but not unamused.

“Get outta my kitchen,” Sevika said flatly.

“Yes, Chef,” you said with a wink, already backing out like you’d rehearsed it.

When the door swung shut behind you, she went back to her plates without missing a step.

But the line was watching. Always was.

“Chef,” one of the sous chefs murmured under his breath, grinning. “You smile more in ten seconds when she walks in than you do all week.”

“I don’t smile,” Sevika snapped.

“She had a new bow today,” the pastry guy added from the corner. “You noticed it, right?”

“I notice the food coming back cold if you don’t move your asses.”

They all scattered, laughing quietly like they weren’t scared of her at all. Which was new.

And mildly concerning.

She didn’t comment. Just reached for another plate, wiped it clean, and tried very hard not to think about the clip in your hair matching your apron.

Again.

Later that night, The lull wasn’t real—not to Sevika. Less screaming didn’t mean less work. It just meant she could hear the mistakes more clearly.

She leaned over the pass, scowling at the grill. “Eli. Tell me why that chicken looks like it crawled out of a microwave.”

Eli winced. “Sorry, Chef. Fixing it.”

“You better. If I send that out, table nine’s gonna be a pain in the ass.”

Behind her, soft footsteps crept closer. Too soft. Like someone was trying not to be noticed.

Sevika didn’t even turn around.

“Back away from the tart, sweetheart.”

There was a beat of silence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, already halfway to the plated lemon meringue. “I’m simply admiring the craftsmanship. From a distance.”

“You’re breathing on it.”

“No, I’m not—”

“Eli,” Sevika said calmly, eyes still on the grill, “Towel.”

Eli, still sweating over the stove, didn’t hesitate. He flung a clean kitchen towel toward her with practiced accuracy.

Sevika caught it mid-air.

Whipped it around.

And cracked it against your hip with a sound like divine judgment.

“OW—WHAT THE HELL!” you yelped, nearly leaping out of your shoes. “Did you just—did you just HIT ME?!”

The tart sat untouched. Barely. You were already backing out of the kitchen like she’d drawn a knife instead of a dish towel.

“I just wanted a bite!”

“Then get your own station,” Sevika said, deadpan. “This one’s guarded.”

You disappeared with a panicked squeak, mumbling something about workplace violence as the kitchen door swung shut behind you.

Eli snorted. Then coughed to cover it.

Sevika didn’t look at him. Just nodded once, approving.

“Good reflexes.”

“Thank you, Chef.”

“Chicken still looks like shit.”

“Yes Chef.”

By the end of service, the kitchen is winding down. The final orders gone out. Pans are being scrubbed, stations wiped clean, knives checked and sheathed.

Sevika is double-checking her prep for tomorrow. Inventory, specials, pastry count—standard closeout. She’s halfway through the dessert tally when something catches her eye.

One tart missing.

She pauses.

Not the lemon ones she’d prepped for tomorrow’s service—those were untouched, sealed in the back fridge where even you wouldn’t dare trespass. No, this is from the current display. The last remaining piece of her hazelnut-chocolate tart. Carefully balanced sweetness. A nightmare to plate just right.

Gone.

At first, she thinks maybe one of the line cooks tossed it. Maybe it cracked. Maybe she’s losing her mind.

Then she sees it.

A pink sticky note stuck to the edge of the prep station, with a very recognizable doodle of a little chef hat and a kissy face.

‘They say kiss the cook. It was real good.’

Sevika stares at it.

Blink.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

She pinches the bridge of her nose like she can physically exhale the migraine you’re about to become.

Somewhere in the kitchen, Eli dares to laugh. She snaps her head toward him.

“Is this funny to you?”

“No, Chef,” he says, already walking away. “Courageous.”

She looks at the note again.

She should be mad. She is mad. That’s theft. That’s crossing a professional line. That’s—

A second sticky note is under the first, stuck at a weird angle, like you’d added it in a rush.

‘It wasn’t one of the specials. I’m not a monster. Also I left you half. But I took the prettier half. Mwah’

She closes her eyes.

Breathe in, breathe out.

She’s going to throw you in the freezer.

And she’s going to kiss you so hard you never got the idea to steal from her again.

But first, she has to plate your dumb half of a tart and take it home. Because of course you left her the side without the caramel drip. Because you’re a menace. And also—unfortunately—hers.

The apartment smells like your expensive perfum and something sweet you’ve definitely baked just to show off late tonight. Sevika kicks the door shut behind her with her foot, drops her keys in the dish by habit, and doesn’t even take her boots off before holding the sticky note up like it’s a political controversy.

You look up from where you’re perched on the kitchen counter, licking chocolate off your thumb.

“Oh,” you say. Not startled. Not guilty. Just… interested. “You found it.”

She squints at you. “You left it in the middle of the prep station like it was a thank-you card.”

“I was thanking you. It was a good tart. I felt gratitude.”

“You stole it.”

“I rescued it,” you argue, hopping down from the counter. “You were gonna forget it existed. Let it die in the cold while you obsess over your new menu.”

Sevika walks into the kitchen, slow and looming like she’s sizing up a fight. You smile like someone who already knows she’s going to win it.

“It wasn’t one of the specials,” you add quickly, both hands up in surrender. “I would never touch the sacred vault. I’m reckless, not evil.”

“You took the prettiest half,” she says, deadpan.

“I have standards.”

She exhales sharply through her nose, not quite a laugh. She sets the note down on the counter, then holds up the Tupperware from her bag with the leftover half of the tart. It’s wrapped in plastic, half-heartedly, like even she can’t pretend to be mad.

“You’re lucky I like your ass.”

You grin and step in close, plucking the container from her hands and popping it open. “You’re lucky I didn’t take the whole thing. That drip was sexy. I almost betrayed you.”

“You did betray me.”

“Okay,” you admit, licking the edge of a fork like the criminal you are. “But did you die?”

She narrows her eyes.

You lean in, fork still in hand, sweet and smug and just a little too close. “They say kiss the cook,” you murmur, like you didn’t already write it down earlier with a sticky note and a pen you definitely stole from her chef coat.

She grabs your chin with her fingers—firm, gentle—and kisses you like she’s telling you to shut the hell up.

You do not shut up. But you do kiss her back.

“You’re an asshole,” she mutters when she pulls away.

You beam. “Yeah, I know. Sorry, can’t help it.”

She sighs and finally toes her boots off, setting them aside before heading toward the couch.

“Next time you steal from my kitchen,” she calls over her shoulder, “you’re on dish duty for a week.”

You follow after her, already holding out a spoon. “Noted. Also—I took one of the mini cheesecakes.”

“You what—”

dividers: @/cursed-carmine

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taking requests!!!

send your smutty/fluff/or hurt/comfort ideas.

I only write fem/afab reader. And I don’t write angst no comfort.

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⋆˚࿔ polytrix/fem!reader nsfw hcs

R u m i

a soft dom / switch through and through

she's a soft leader, a guider

she'll talk you through it. whisper praises in your ear.

wants to compliment you, tell you how stunning you are, how good you are for her

when she's topping, she's definitely a service top. whatever you want, whatever feels good, she wants to give it to you

when she bottoms, she's a gasper/silent. I feel she'd be embarrassed of her sounds in bed

she's overall pretty vanilla, just wants to focus on pleasure

Z o e y

playful dom/switch

loves to tease, will edge you till you're begging

you see the blades she spins/maneuvers? definitely knows how to use her fingers

she's very messy when she eats you out

BIG on eye contact, it's like a flip is switched when she looks you with that hooded look

weird kink? i can see her being SO into body shots or like licking whip cream off you

when she bottoms, she's definitely a whiner

she's into tying you up, and being tied up

a mix of kinky and vanilla. wants to spice it up, but won't go extreme

M i r a

the most stone top of the three of them. harsher dom.

knows how to use her hips, so strap game goes crazy

what she gives you, you take

can definately see her being a brat tamer. she'd give you that look

can't hide anything from her, she'll read you so well

so into impact play, wants to see you cry

would totally be into public sex. in a hot tub at some hotel. (wouldn't risk her idol view or you) but in a safe setting where you COULD get caught. yes.

if she bottomed, she'd still keep her dom persona. (like tug your hair, mess with breath play as you ate her out)

just overall she's kinky...