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“Oh sweetie, you look so pretty,” Natasha whispers in your ear as Wanda bends over to kiss you, their hands tracing over your naked skin.
Your hands tighten their grip on Nat’s calves, eyes scrunching close as she reaches her arm under yours and pinches your nipples, trying to get you to make the most illicit sounds you’ve ever made before.
“Mommy wants to taste you so bad, pretty,” Wanda’s voice takes Nat’s place, the sound of their kissing following it. Waking up in bed with two of the most beautiful women in the galaxy was surreal already, but they touched and looked at you, as if you were this precious jewel was unbelievable.
“Can I taste you, baby? Pretty please sweetheart?” Her begging was so hard to say no to, especially after being teased and touched and adored and kissed the entirety of the last twelve hours since your weekend date with the duo had started, but the shame and embarrassment that traveled up your spine was stronger than the way they had brought all of your walls and inhibitions down.
Maybe you should let her, you started to think but the mere thought made you cringe really hard.
It had been so much easier to change where their mouths were headed the last night when your moans and your clumsy but effortful pulls and pushes had guided their attention elsewhere, but with the initial excitement of exploring your body temporarily sated after waking up, Nat and Wanda had most definitely noticed your hesitance.
“It’s okay baby, we don’t need to eat your little pussy out today, okay?” Nat reassured you, her soothing tone in contrast with the sharp look she shot at Wanda. “But,” she continued, “could we still touch you honey or would you like to hit the pause button for a little while?”
You shake your head, your teeth biting down hard on your lips as Wanda starts to pull the loose shirt she was wearing off of her, your eyes widening with every inch of skin she shows you. When the shirt finally comes off and is tossed to the ground in the most effortlessly graceful way, she catches your eyes and winks at you, making you bite harder and collapse into Natasha’s hold, as you desperately clench around nothing.
“What have we said about biting your sweet lips? Now use your words, sweetie.”
“Only you can bite me, daddy, I’m sorry! Please, I need more, daddy,” you cry out, so keyed up with their displays of affection. “Can I please touch myself,” you ask the both of them, hoping
you would be given permission, shuddering at the memory of them taking forsakenly long edging you to your first climax of the night in this very same bed after dinner.
“What do you say, love,” Nat’s hands leave your body to reach for her girlfriend. “Do you think she deserves more?”
“Why don’t we give our angel a little toy, I want to see you cum for us, you think you can do that baby girl? Can you put on a show for mommy and daddy?”
You nod, on the verge of tears as she reaches for her bedside table for your bag of toys you’d brought from home.
“I want to see how you fuck yourself with this, pretty,” Natasha hands you your vibrating arc, the smaller end pointed out. You shake your head, eyes on the other side of it, and the girls chuckle.
“Is our sweet girl stretched enough for it?”
You feel the heat rush to your face as Wanda shoves two fingers into your wet hole without a word of warning, and coos in delight that you are in fact more than ready for the toy. You stick your tongue out, hoping she’d let you lick it rather than let her taste your slick. She sighs but slowly allows you to do so.
“You’re such a naughty baby, you’ve been using the larger end for your pretty hole haven’t you,” she teases, straddling your legs once again while she pecks your cheeks, seamlessly taking the now vibrating arc from Natasha’s hands and letting it trail down from your breasts to your tummy, down your mound and finally to your pussy. Nat pulls you to rest against her further, but removes yours hands off of her and onto the toy, her instructions clear that you were to focus on just getting yourself off, and let them take care of the rest.
You let out a sigh, as Wanda shifts down and frees your legs to get comfier. She rests her head on the inside of your thigh, forcing positioning you in a weird butterfly, her eyes perfectly placed to look right into yours or as she was doing at the second, at your pussy.
“Daddy wants to see better,” Wanda says. Her smirk widens knowingly when Nat licks her lips after you sink lower, opening yourself up, and shyly using your fingers to spread your most intimate parts for her viewing.
You slowly press the toy against your clit, rubbing circles around it until you feel ready for a little bit more. You take a deep breath and push the toy in, letting out a shuddering breath as it inches in deeper, slowly pressing against that spot. You whimper as you edge it out of you, pushing it back in all the way when it’s almost all the way out. You hear Wanda’s sigh echoing yours, and you decide to let go of your inhibitions and just enjoy the moment. You start to pick up your pace, your ears clouding in your concentration until you settle at the perfect speed, your hips inkling towards meeting your hand’s every thrust, the now audible slivers of praise, chuckles, kisses, and groans edging you closer towards that headspace.
Your whispers of their titles are met with even more praise and a few instructions that make you lose your breath, like Nat’s “Go softer, baby,” when you press it in a bit too deep at the wrong angle and wince. Her hands trail down to your tummy, where she traces soft circles soothingly, a simple “no rush,” when you open your eyes to look at her face, a new hint of bashfulness banished by the raw lust and want you can see in her.
“Touch your pretty little pearl, princess.” You whimper in protest, unable to think long enough to change what you were doing. “I can’t, mommy, please,” your eyes lower to meet hers as you beg, for what exactly you can’t articulate.
“Do you want my help, lovely?” you nod, desperation on your face as the pace of your thrusts quickens and you bite your lip.
“What did I say about biting, baby?” Nat asks, a quick stinging tap on your cheek. She grabs your face with her hand, jostling it to make you look up at her, her hold on your cheeks opening your mouth, two fingers slowly pushed as far as they could go and you take the cue to start sucking on them.
“Fuck,” Wanda moans, “you’re so close aren’t you, baby? You smell so divine,” her lust-hazed eyes meet yours.
“You can- you can taste me, mommy,” you garble around Natty’s fingers, “but,” you hesitate, the heat rushing to your cheeks as you try to word your hesitance. And reassurance that she didn’t have to.
Another resounding smack, your drool slobbered all over your cheek, you clench down harder on the toy, your thighs becoming taut as your hips raise. “Words, sweetie,” Nat coos sweetly, a stark contrast to the sting of her palm.
“Mommy, you can but only if you want to.”
“Oh honey, I don’t want you to feel pressured, if you don’t want to, we won’t.” She shifts over, her hands running up your stomach, a light smirk as you moan at the sensation feeling. Her voice lowers, “I can take care of my baby in so many other ways.”
“Only if you wanna-” you start, but you’re cut off by Wanda’s giggles and eager smile. “Oh baby, it’s all she really wants to do, all she can really think of in her pretty little head, isn’t that right, my love?”
Wanda smiles, “At any time you want me to stop or pause, just tell me, sweetie, we would never be upset with that, okay?”
Her face moves to your thighs, her hands tracing small circles into your skin reassuringly, moaning at her first swipe of the sweet slick that had made its way down there. Her hands move higher, holding down your hips to stop you from thrusting.
“Hands off baby,” she warns, nudging pushing the still-on toy deeper before her hand is back where it was. Her licks resume, nipping and teasing around your filled hole, moaning in appreciation of the way you taste as she makes her way up to your clit, her sucking and nipping getting you closer till you’re at the edge, but you are pushed over it when Nat’s hands start twisting playing with your nipples, her soft kisses on whatever skin she can reach pausing to whisper, “Good girl.”
Wanda doesn’t stop, her fervor knowing no bounds, your eyes clenched close as waves upon waves of pleasure crash upon your being, an almost never-ending climax, for when it begins to ebb, you’re thrust into another, the arc in your pussy turned up a notch higher. Nat’s hands leave your tits and you feel your body shift as she pulls in closer, the arc pushed in deeper.
Wanda’s face is pulled away from your pearl but Nat’s fingers take her place before you realize the loss. “I need a taste too,” Nat answers Wanda’s questioning gaze before their lips crash over your dazed and writhing form, you whimper out when you force your eyes open long enough to look up at them. The new sound drawing their attention back to you, Wanda lets out a giggle, pulling herself closer and pecking your cheek. You can feel your slick on your face, but you’re too turned on to feel anything but pure lust and want by it.
She kisses your lips next, her hands removing the toy from you, silencing your protests with a chuckle as she tosses it carelessly, three of her fingers taking its place. You’re propped to your knees when Nat gets up, one hand on your tummy, supporting you as she strums away at your clit, the hints of overstimulation starting to overwhelm you as she goes faster while Wanda cradles your face with her other hand, tapping you whenever your eyes closed a little too long for her liking. You feel Nat lick your cheek before she continues her previous teasing, a mixture of words you’re getting too close to your next - and hopefully final - climax to hear, the few audible condescending praises making you louder the garbled nonsense you’re surely moaning louder until all you can do is call out their titles.
You collapse into Nat, who slowly guides you to lie back down, letting Wanda gear into action, while she gives you some much-needed soothing. It takes a couple minutes for your twitching to stop, and your brain to come back alive, your eyes only opening when you feel the damp cloth gently wiping down your thighs and core.
Natasha takes a pause from her gentle caresses, her smile widening when she realizes you’re looking up at her. “Welcome back, sweetie.” Her hands continue where they left off, her soft touches and slow breathing helping you come back down from your high. You slowly sit up as Wanda brings you a glass of water, a touch of concern lacing her face.
“You doing okay, baby?” You nod before your eyes grow bigger, suddenly hyper-aware of just how much of you they had seen and touched and most importantly tasted in the last 24 hours. You’re unable to hide the way your face pinches as your feelings of vulnerability increase when you realize just how naked you are in front of them.
“What’s the matter, sweetie?” You were pulled directly onto Nat’s lap. “Would you like something to nibble on, or just some more snuggles, maybe a shower?” You shake your head, grabbing the glass from Wanda, but you let her help you take a couple sips.
“Was I okay,” you break the silence, eyes stubbornly set on the little water left, not willing to meet theirs.
“What do you mean?” Nat’s voice is gentle, trying to coax you into revealing all that you were feeling. The glass is taken from you and set aside, Wanda’s hands joining hers as she sits in front of you. You shrug.
“You were perfect,” the last word was stressed. “You were so good for us, so pretty, it took everything in me to not take over every time you moaned for me,” Natasha adds.
“Oh, and every time you bit those pretty lips, oh, just like that” Wanda groans, her arms snaking snake around your waist, and kisses you. “Can you feel what you do to us, baby? Can’t you see just how turned on I am for you, beautiful?”
You nod, letting out a little yelp as Nat nips at your skin, “Now let’s get you fed and showered, I need a taste of my sweetness,” her hands trailing lower suggestively, a new round of fond laughter as you shiver. Your kiss-and-cuddles meter met, the three of you continue with the rest of your aftercare ritual.
Sometimes letting people in wasn’t all too bad.