Chapter 13
You were at the dinner table with the team when the lift doors pinged open to reveal a familiar – if scrawny – omega. Peter did a doubletake at the sight of you, but you only nodded in greeting. Natasha had told you earlier that you could expect him to drop by and stay for summer break, which had only just begun, but he clearly hadn’t expected to see you here.
“You’re Y/N from group!” he said excitedly. “I was wondering why you came in with Nat and Wanda. Are you their soulmate? Wait, why haven’t you come back to group? Sam’s really good, he is. Are you planning on coming back?”
“Pete,” Tony chuckled, “Give her a moment to answer.”
You laughed a little. “Yeah, I’m their soulmate. As for group… I don’t think it’s really my thing.”
“Oh, well I think you should give it another try.” You raised a brow, but said nothing, and after awkwardly standing in the doorway for another moment, the kid wandered in.
Nat was right. Peter was a cute kid. He rambled a lot, especially to Tony who was clearly like a father to him. He talked about science and old technology a lot, and Tony loved entertaining him with his scientific fantasies. Natasha, despite having claimed that she was ‘not a kid person’, called him ‘baby spider’ in Russian, and after Peter asked you what it meant in the movie night a few nights later, he’d begun calling her ‘mama spider’, albeit with a dodgy accent which you’d later helped him correct.
You took note that Wanda loved seeing Nat baby Peter, giving him chocolate despite Steve’s arguments, making sure he had enough pillows during movies, telling him he could stay up far later than what he was supposed to, even if he was a teenager. Even you had to admit though, it was hard to resist his puppy-dog eyes.
He’d used those same puppy-dog eyes to guilt trip you into going back to group the following week. It had been easier that time around, with someone you knew, and this time Sam didn’t pressure you to speak, seemingly having learnt from last time. You even ended up sharing a few stories of your own a few sessions in, having grown the confidence after seeing others opening up. Wanda and Nat, of course, couldn’t express how proud they were of you, and never pressured you to tell them what you’d talked about, though you’d told them most of the stories already.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, you’d been at the tower for over three months. Three months, and yet you felt like you’d been here forever. The team had become your family, especially after Bucky and Steve learnt to back off and your boundaries became clearer with Nat and Wanda. You could feel the shift in the relationship that had happened, and though it was clear to outsiders because of the fewer arguments, the increase of casual touches, even the way you looked at each other, it was more than that to you. It was a gut feeling telling you that this was where you belonged, it was waking up each day in Nat and Wanda’s bed and seeking out their warmth because that’s what made you content, it was the worry you felt for them whenever they went out on missions…
You learnt more about them too, you were sure that helped. For example, you now knew that Natasha and Pepper Potts, the woman who ran Tony’s company nowadays, are good friends after you walked in on Nat teaching her where to hide weapons under fancy clothes. You’d given your input as well, of course – you loved a sneaky hidden blade or two. You learnt that her favourite way to cheer Steve up – because it turns out (unsurprisingly) that she’s horrible talking about emotions – is to watch old black and white movies with him. You learnt that she hated classical music for the same reason you were drawn to it when you needed to clear your head; it reminds her of the Red Room. You’d only realised this when you’d been playing it in your room, only for Nat to come in and subsequently have a panic attack, leaving you very confused until Wanda explained. You used headphones after that. That had been one of a few instances in which you realised that her emotions weren’t quite as iron-clad as she pretended that they were. You’d learnt that despite the badass front she puts up, she’s an absolute puppy dog if you buy her chocolates. You learnt that she won’t let anyone but Wanda and recently you brush her hair, and though it’s not really her style, when Wanda does fancy braids and such it’s soothing for the both of them.
Wanda was different to Natasha, you’d known from the beginning, but now that was even more prevalent. In public, Wanda would be the one all over you and Natasha, wrapping her arms around you, pressing kisses to your forehead, linking her fingers with yours – only when you were comfortable, of course. She was incredibly good at reading people. You’d expected that from Natasha, given the spy’s training, and you probably should’ve expected it from the witch too, given her powers. You’d talked about that, how she used her powers, and Wanda had admitted that she rarely read minds anymore, not since she’d invaded Natasha’s mind and made her relive her years at the Red Room upon meeting her. It was comforting that she was so sensitive about how she used her powers.
So in short, a lot had happened in the last three months. Today, Nat had gone out to catch up with Clint, leaving you and Wanda with nothing to do for the day. The two of you had lounging about without a real aim all day. You opened the pantry in the kitchen, huffing when you saw nothing of interest to you.
Sensing your bored irritation, Wanda crept up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. You melted into her warm touch, and she kissed you neck lightly. You tilted your head back, sighing softly. You hissed in a breath as her teeth grazed over your sensitive skin, teasing the area where a mated omega would have their mark.
You didn’t pull away, as you would have hastily a couple months – maybe even a few weeks – ago. The feeling that sparked through your body was a new one to you, though not fully unfamiliar. Nat and Wanda had begun getting bolder as your comfort levels with them increased, but this was a new level.
“You’re bold today,” you chuckled.
“Am I?” She nipped at your neck gently and you pushed your body back against hers, brushing your hair out of Wanda’s way as you did so. Her deft fingers fiddled with the hem of your shirt, brushing along your skin of your stomach.
“Very,” you breathed.
“Do you mind?”
“No,” you admitted as you reflexively arched into her touch. She ran her nails up and down your side, the touch sending electricity through your bloodstream. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. You relaxed into Wanda’s firm, yet gentle hold. You felt heat begin to build in your belly, and you shifted to rub your legs together in a desperate attempt to get some sort of friction. You could scent your own arousal in the air.
“Bedroom?” Wanda asked, breathless and pupils dilated.
You hesitated, and for just a moment, Wanda’s hands stilled, wondering if she’d crossed a line. “Would Nat be okay with it?”
She relaxed upon realising that your hesitation wasn’t because of your discomfort. “We talked about it the other day,” she murmured against your neck, the vibrations making their way down, down, down. “Nat said she didn’t mind, just whenever you’re ready. Though,” she chuckled. “She’s gonna owe me twenty bucks if I get to have you first.”
You flushed at both the thought of them talking about fucking you and betting on who did so first.
“So, bedroom?”
“Yeah, yeah. That works.”
Wanda, much to your surprise, swept you off your feet – literally – with ease. You took the opportunity of her carrying you bridal style to nip at the delicate skin on her neck, making the alpha shudder.
“Stop that,” she muttered half-heartedly, as if she wasn’t quite convinced that she wanted you to stop. You ignored her words, biting down just a fraction harder. Her breathing faltered in time with her knees buckling a little. She bit down on her lip as a moan slipped past her lips. “Y/N,” she warned with a growl.
You licked the now-pink skin tenderly. You gasped as her arms disappeared from under you, only for your back to hit a mattress a moment later. Wanda leaned over you on all fours, quickly leaning down to deliver a sharp, punishing nip to your neck. Electricity jumped right down to your core at the pinch of pain and you gasped. You squirmed underneath Wanda, restless.
“Is this okay?” Wanda whispered, her breath tickling your ear. You nodded quickly, without hesitation. You could already feel your slick staining your underwear, and you rubbed your thighs together desperately. Wanda chuckled, scenting your arousal. She nuzzled your neck before moving her hands down to unbutton your shirt. You arched your back off the bed to help her slip the irritating garment off your body, leaving your upper body bare, save for your bra. Wanda nipped at your collarbone and peppered kisses down your sternum, leaving you a writhing, needy mess beneath her. From the sight of her smirk, the alpha was enjoying this far too much.
Her fingers toyed with the button of your jeans, glancing up at you questioningly as she checked if you were okay with this, and God, yes you were. You nodded at her, and she made quick work of the clothes on your lower body, soon leaving your lower half naked beneath her. She wriggled her body down so she was between your legs and you huffed impatiently.
“Is this okay?” she asked gently, seriously.
You whined desperately, nodding quickly. She kissed the insides of your thighs tenderly and you groaned petulantly.
“Wandaaa-“ you began to complain only for your whining to be hurriedly cut off with a moan as she licked a stripe over your cunt. Your hips bucked against your own volition, and Wanda smirked before wrapping her lips around your clit and sucked. Your fingers wrapped in the bedsheets as you arched off the bed, chasing the feeling.
This was new to you – an alpha prioritising your pleasure over theirs. You’d expected this moment to be stressful – forced upon you rather than being your choice – but this was… enjoyable.
Wanda used her magic to hold your hips down to the bed and you whimpered needily. You felt a familiar hot coiling sensation and squeezed your eyes shut, chest heaving. Wanda’s fingers teased your entrance before finally dipping in, her tongue still dancing around your clit. This pushed you over the edge and you came undone with Wanda’s name on your lips and stars clouding your vision.
Wanda crawled up your body, chin gleaming with your juices. She put her wet fingers to your lips, and you opened your mouth obediently, sucking gently on the offered digits. You were absolutely spent. You hadn’t had an orgasm in ages, let alone one that good. Even now, aftershocks of pleasure rolled through your body steadily.
Wanda snaked her arms around you, and you curled into her warm scent, nuzzling her gently. You stiffened as you felt her now-hard alpha cock pressed against your leg, and your gaze darted up to hers.
“Hey, what’s up?” she asked, concern clear in her tone.
“I didn’t get you off. I’m sorry, I can-“ you were shuffled away now with the aim of getting to your knees and pleasing her, but her arms secured themselves around you, effectively halting your movements. Your entire body froze, and you looked up at her nervously. Alphas didn’t care whether you enjoyed or not. All that mattered to them was that they got something out of it. That’s what you’d learnt. That’s how the world worked. You wanted to please Wanda, you wanted to- you wanted to-
“Hey, malishka, you’re alright. I don’t want you to get me off. It’s okay.”
You whined softly, too confused. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Hey, no,” she said with an edge of firmness, making you shrink into yourself a little. “None of that. You need to hush now, okay? I don’t need you to get me off to have a good time with you. I still love you, and I’m not going anywhere, okay? If you ever genuinely want to do that, we’ve got time. We can take this slow.” You breathed in her calming pheromones deeply and reluctantly snuggled closer to her again. She brought a hand up to stroke your hair before moving down to lightly scratch her nails over your back.
“If this is what’s been happening all day, I’ve been missing out,” you startled at the sudden appearance of Nat’s voice. The alpha stood in the doorway with her arms crossed and an amused expression on her features as she watched you and Wanda. You couldn’t help but feel she’d been there longer than she’d let on.
You felt colour flood your face, and you leant over the edge of the bed to grab your pants and pull them back on. Wanda and Nat said nothing, though Nat still looked amused by your actions. You were relieved to see not even a trace of disappointment on her features. She may have even looked… happy for you?
“Care to join?” Wanda asked with a smirk.
Natasha mirrored the expression but glanced over to you questioningly. You got up, smiling a little. “You two have fun.”
“You okay?” Nat asked softly as you went to pass her.
You nodded, kissing her softly. “It’s not you. I trust you.”
“But?”
“I think two alphas would just be…”
“Overwhelming?” she asked compassionately. You nodded and she wrapped her arms around you, which was a surprise in itself, since she rarely was the one to initiate hugs unless you or Wanda were scared or sad. “I never want you to do anything outside of your comfort zone. You sure you’re alright if we…”
You smirked. “You’d better. I got her all warmed up for you. It’d be mean to leave her hanging.” You glanced over to the witch in question and winked. You could see her blush even in the dim light, before saying goodbye for now and leaving.
As you were on your way out, you heard a ‘you owe me twenty’, and couldn’t help but laugh.