Chapter 14
You had to admit, you thought about a lot that afternoon. It was a constant debate in your mind as the two parts of you battled as to what you wanted to do about the fact that you’d finally slept with Wanda. You had to admit, you felt a little guilty about leaving Natasha out, despite the alpha not seeming to mind. Still though, it didn’t feel right to do that with Wanda but then not with Natasha. Okay, maybe those feelings weren’t there simply because you wanted it to be fair. You did want to sleep with Natasha too, you did. It was that primal urge that told you that as an omega, it was essentially your duty to please your alphas. But the Red Room had long ago taught you to hesitate before listening to that part of you, and so far, that had worked as far as staying alive went.
In the very least, you owed her, you thought. That’s how you found yourself knocking on her and Wanda’s door later that evening. Albeit, it was basically your room too now, after you’d begun sleeping here with the two of them, but their scent still drowned yours out, and as such, it didn’t quite feel like your space as much your personal room did. Technically Wanda had her own room too, but judging by the stale scent, she’d moved into Nat’s room long ago. You weren’t quite ready to live in their room full-time though. You enjoyed having your own space far too much for that.
Natasha was the one to open the door, though by looking over her shoulder, you could see Wanda lounging on the bed with a book.
Natasha chuckled, “Y/N, how many times do we have to say that you don’t have to knock on our door. It’s your room too.”
You didn’t know quite how to respond to that. You’d come here with one goal in mind, and one goal only. You threw your arms around her neck and crashed your lips against hers in a sloppy kiss. Natasha didn’t seem to mind the haphazardness of it all, because after the initial shock wore off, she wrapped her arms around you and kissed you back. It wasn’t long until she was moving backwards, guiding you over to the bed as your hands scrabbled with the buttons on her shirt, and her fingers, found the hem of your shirt.
Wanda rolled out of the way, highly amused and even more turned on at the sight of her soulmates making out the way they were. Noticing your struggle with Nat’s shirt even after your own top half had been exposed, she stepped in to come to you aid.
You brought your lips away from Nat’s briefly as Wanda moved forwards to help.
“Who the hell invented buttons?” you muttered as the witch used her powers to rid Natasha of the irritating garment.
You squeaked in surprise when hands against your shoulders pinned you down to the bed. You gasped, wriggling for a moment before meeting Natasha’s eyes as she hovered over you.
“This okay?” she asked.
Of course she was asking. You shouldn’t have been surprised, but somehow you were. You’d forgotten for a moment that she and Wanda weren’t the sort of alphas that you were used to dealing with. You’d come in here in the very same mindset that you’d take on a mission. You had an objective and planned to carry it out. You’d forgotten to take into account that this wasn’t a mission, that you shouldn’t expect to be shoved to the floor and forced to take whatever it is that an alpha forced upon you.
You nodded in response. You owed her.
Natasha’s alpha-scent was more prominent than Wanda’s had been, but you found that you didn’t really mind it. You shifted your hips up to help Wanda rid you of your jeans. You had to admit, your mind was a little out of it, and you couldn’t tell whether you were doing this because of your obligation to Natasha or because you wanted to. But you owed her.
You didn’t notice that Natasha had also ditched her pants until she was rubbing your clit to help you get ready to accept her alpha-cock. Her lips met yours again, and the movement covered how you faltered for just a second, needing to remind yourself that it was safe here, that Nat and Wanda wouldn’t hurt you. You gasped, bucking your hips up involuntarily as Natasha’s fingers moved across your bundle of nerves in that particular way that sent a bolt of lightning through your body. You felt her grin smugly into the kiss.
She sat up, moving her lips away from yours with a moan, and when you opened your eyes, you saw that Wanda had taken her cock in her hand and was rubbing the length slowly as Natasha threw her head back. The sight was undeniably a turn-on for you, because you felt the slick between your legs grow. You squeezed your legs together in an attempt to gain some friction, but Natasha spotted the movement and tutted, shifting closer to you and forcing your legs open again. You whimpered needily.
“Aw our little baby’s impatient Wands,” she cooed. You squirmed a little. “Do you think she deserves to get what she wants?”
You whined and Wanda smirked, tilting her head to the side for a second that felt like an hour before nodding.
Natasha lined up with your entrance, and with a single snap of her hips, she was buried deep inside you. You let out a choked gasp at the sudden intrusion, not having expected the roughness from Natasha, but simultaneously not disliking it. Fingers raked through your hair and you looked up to see Wanda.
“Such a good girl,” the witch cooed, her fingers scratching along your scalp lightly. You melted at the praise, and relaxing your body made it that much easier when Natasha began
to move in an out of you, slowly at first, before picking up the pace. It was a few thrusts until she found that spot inside you, but when she did, she most certainly knew about it, judging by the way she smirked as you moaned and ground your hips towards hers.
“Such a good omega,” Natasha praised in a voice deeper than what you were used to. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back to expose her throat as she continued moving in and out of you. “Taking me so fucking well.” She gripped your hips, pulling you towards her a little so she could drive herself deeper into you. At the same time, Wanda leant down to kiss you, one hand still in your hair and the other down her pants. You accepted her tongue into her mouth, moaning into the kiss as she tugged on your hair at the same moment that Natasha hit that spot in you again.
This was amazing. You could feel the pressure building inside you quickly as Nat continued to hit your g-spot, and clearly, she was getting near her climax too, because you could feel her knot begin to swell.
You hated yourself for what happened next. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. Maybe it was the bruising grip Natasha had on your hips, trapping you to the bed. Maybe it was her strong alpha scent in the air mixed with Wanda’s. Maybe it was Wanda’s lips on yours, limiting your view on what was happening. Maybe it was the way that her hand in you hair had gone from gentle and tentative to tugging and harsh. In reality it was probably a mixture of these things that made panic flare up in you for just a second before you forced it down, hopefully before either Nat or Wanda could notice it.
You didn’t want to do this anymore. Not as your mind accosted you with all the memories of all the abuse you’d suffered at the hands of alphas, both during your time at the Red Room and on the streets. Not as your brain mixed Wanda and Natasha’s scents with those of people you’d learnt to fear. Not as your mind mistook their hands on you – hands you knew would let you go the minute you asked them to – for a threat, for hands that were meant to harm you, to keep you defenceless.
You didn’t let your body stiffen, you didn’t let your body flinch. You’d been trained to be better than that. You owed Natasha, and you’d given your consent before. Stopping now would just be wrong of you.
But then Wanda hesitated, and she pulled back from you a little. She, of course, had noticed your intake of breath when she’d first kissed you. At the time she’d thought it was nothing, but now her mind was reeling – not with her own thoughts, but yours. Your mind was loud now. Not loud in the way people’s minds got when they were excited but loud in the way people’s minds got when they were scared. She didn’t need to read your thoughts to sense the fear radiating from your mind.
But you didn’t look like you were about to tell Natasha to stop. In fact, if anything, there was an underlying expression of grim determination on your features. It didn’t take the witch long to realise that you didn’t want to be here anymore.
“Nat, stop.” The urgency in the witch’s tone caught that other alpha’s attention quickly and despite clearly wanting to continue, her hips stuttered to a halt before slipping out of you.
“What is it?” she asked, concerned.
“Wanda, what’s going on?” you asked, though in truth you couldn’t even begin to express the relief you felt. The memories were still undeniably in the forefront of your mind, but they were easier to ignore now.
Wanda said nothing, but looked at you, encouraging Nat to do the same. You trembled slightly in the silence, waiting for someone to talk. Had you done something wrong? Why did they stop? You didn’t know why your emotions chose that moment to surface, but they did. Tears filled your eyes, despite your willing them away.
“Hey, what’s-“ Natasha reached out a hand to lay it on your arm, but you shifted away hurriedly.
“Don’t- I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You were close and I- I-“
“Hey, what happened?” Natasha asked gently and, if truth be told, sounding almost scared.
“I just- I said it was okay. I said it was okay, and it was, and it was good but then my mind took me back and I- I didn’t want to disappoint you but I-“
Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you continued to rattle out apologies like a broken record.
“Hey, Y/N,” Nat said softly, “Hey gorgeous, can you look at me?” Your head snapped up to look at her. “It’s okay,” she said simply. “If anyone here’s at fault, it should be me. I should’ve noticed that you weren’t okay.”
“It’s not your responsibility to make sure I’m okay,” you replied softly, voice a little shakier than you’d like.
“No,” Natasha said sharply, the force she’d said the word with making you flinch ever so slightly. She softened immediately, placing a gentle hand on your arm and moving her thumb across your skin gently. “No, that’s wrong. It is my responsibility. If you’re that uncomfortable, regardless of what you said earlier, that’s not consent. You never need to keep going because you’re afraid of disappointing us, okay? Never.”
Wanda took your hand gently in her own, and you stared into her green eyes for a moment before saying, “You looked into my mind.” She didn’t deny it, but shifted awkwardly, looking a bit guilty. “Thank you.” She looked up, relief clear on her features. “I uh, I’m not good at telling people what I need so, yeah, thanks for stepping in when you did.”
Wanda’s gaze was a little sad as she smiled. She reached a hand up to cup your jaw, and you leant into the touch, seeking to comfort. “I’m sorry that alphas hurt you,” the witch said quietly.
“The past is the past, and I have you two now so…”
“You most certainly do,” Natasha assured you, reaching forwards to wrap her arms around you. “But if there’s anything in particular that triggered you, you’ll tell us, right?”
You shrugged awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I don’t really know what-“ you sighed, “Can we just talk about this later?”
“Of course,” Nat said gently.
“Can we just lie here for a bit?” you asked tentatively.
Nat and Wanda didn’t need to be convinced, and soon enough you were curled up with the pair of them in a tangle of sheets and limbs, perfectly content to just lay there as Wanda braided your hair and Natasha hummed Russian lullabies, lulling you into a peaceful sleep.