Wanda shivered beneath her covers, and it had nothing to do with the temperature. The night had been the least restful she'd had since entering the country, but instead of brutal training, stress, and cramped conditions being the cause of her insomnia, it was something she had far less experience with.
She'd never had sex before. Given how common assault and rape was in her war torn country, she counted herself grateful that this was the case- Pietro had always been fiercely protective of her and they were nothing if not savvy operators. Sex had never been on her radar, even as her powers began to grow and she picked up hints from those around her, she'd always had bigger things to worry about.
Perhaps it was fitting that now things were finally falling place, she developed a libido, she just wished it hadn't been such a crash course. It had been impossible to ignore Skye's pleasure, how Harry's tongue felt against her lower lips, the way he sucked at her clit, and Skye's dizzying, intoxicating attraction to him. Wanda tired to block out the visions and sensations she was receiving but failed miserably. Truthfully, as she was pulled deeper and deeper into the experience, she stopped trying, it was just so tempting… to let go and enjoy. She squirmed in bed, rubbing her thighs together until her panties were uncomfortably damp and she had to take them off. She never felt so heated, her core so swollen, slick, and needy, it was all as foreign to her as the country she was in, and she felt even less prepared to deal with it.
She hadn't known that sex was supposed to be like this, not just pleasant, but mind-bendingly euphoric. She hadn't even realized what she was missing, but now that she saw it, she couldn't go back. She wanted what Skye had, god she wanted it.
She wanted him.
As Wanda lay there after Skye collapsed, futilely trying to calm her heartbeat and slow her breathing, her mind couldn't help but go again and again to Harry. No one had ever left such an impression on her in such a short time. Her foray into his memories had showed her how wrong her first impression of him had been, and his every action since then had only reinforced her new image of him. He was stubborn and kind, he'd seen the good in her and given her a second chance when she didn't deserve it… she could honestly say that she admired him more than anyone else alive. She hadn't quite made the connection to him as a potential love interest until this very moment, but now that she had it hit her with the force of a locomotive.
Because he was gorgeous. His brilliant green eyes, hair that just begged for her fingers to lace through, a beautiful, genuine smile. Worse still, she'd picked up a few salacious images from Skye's mind, and if they were even close to accurate Wanda was in deep trouble. She knew it was a violation of both their privacies, but she couldn't get the images out of her head. He wasn't a body builder, he didn't have a six-pack, but he had a lean, solid musculature that had had her cheeks burning and her mouth go dry, even as her core was in the process of melting. He had biceps, pecs, abs she wanted to lick, and his ass, she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep her eyes off it the next time she saw him. She wasn't even sure she'd be able to be a functioning human the next time she saw him, she might just… melt into a puddle.
But the image that kept flashing in the forefront of her mind had Harry standing completely nude above and in front of Skye. The way the shadows played across his body might as well have been art, but what truly drew her attention in this tableau was Harry's cock. The way it angled away from his body, hard and throbbing with masculine lust, the embodiment of just how much he desired her Skye. This was mirrored in his eyes, which seemed to glimmer with lust as he admired her greedily. God, she wanted Harry to look at her like that. She wanted to be the one before him, ready to be taken by his throbbing manhood. She wanted… she wanted…
Wanda moaned, her heavy gasping breaths seamlessly transitioning over as her desire grew. She couldn't restrain herself, her hand dipped down to the apex of her thighs, the center of the needy, wanting heat that was driving her mad. Her fingers easily slipped through her folds, which were beyond slick with arousal, and after perhaps a minute of probing, she found it- the sensitive button that Harry had used to dominate Skye, to turn the sassy, competent ex-Shield operative she had come to know into a self-described 'orgasm machine'.
She can't believe she'd never thought to do this before. Just her finger edging around her clit sent currents of pleasure through her body, like her clit was an exposed part of a livewire arcing with electricity at every contact. But as good as it felt, Wanda knew it was a pale imitation to how Harry's mouth would feel, warm and wet, pliant and generous, licking, massaging, and sucking. Another vision flashed in her mind- Harry's head between Skye's legs, his mouth molding against her sex, his eyes staring up at her, hungry.
The motion of her finger against her clit became erratic as the fantasy possessed her. She could almost pretend that she was the one he was devouring, that her clit was the one being engulfed by Harry's ravenous- "Oh fuck! OH FUCK!" She cried out, her climax welling up so quickly that it blindsided her. She could only ride it out, moaning, shaking, and clenching, thoroughly ensnared by an all-too-real fantasy.
She had expected that coming would relieve her sexual frustration, but as she drifted down from the high, she found that her assumption was far from the truth. Her entire body was humming, she felt so alive. The way her sheets scratched against her erect nipples felt titillating. She'd kept her hand between her legs, fingers fully slicked by her orgasm, but couldn't bring herself to pull it away. Instead, she kept stroking herself, fingers sliding through her folds pleasantly. Most of all, she was now aware of a lingering ache in her core, an emptiness that had been awakened by her climax, and now hungered to be filled.
Wanda knew exactly what she wanted to fill it with, as she again recalled the image of Harry standing above Skye, engorged shaft poised, ready to penetrate her. She brought two fingers together and pressed them inside, whining at the rush of pleasure the new sensation provided. Yet they were a poor substitute, and her core hungered for more, for a fullness that her fingers could not provide. She drove them deeper as her thumb found her clit and began to play.
Her imagination took over, and she pictured Harry climbing on top of her. She imagined bringing her hands to his chest, feeling the solidness of his muscles. She imagined him kissing her, and her body coming alive as his torso pressed to hers. She knew that he would take time with foreplay, but was too impatient to follow through with it in her mind, so instead she skipped straight to him aligning his engorged cock with her womanhood. At this point, Wanda began to grunt and gyrate her hips into the motion of her fingers, the anticipation getting the better of her. Harry would press into her, and she would part with him, welcoming him into the place she needed him most. He was the cause of her distraction, but he was also the cure. She hadn't picked up a reference from Skye for how it would feel, but she imagined that it would be heavenly and satisfying and- "Oh god! Oh FUCK!" She moaned breathily, her thumb mashing into her clit as her orgasm overtook her.
Yet even after that orgasm, she still felt needy. The sensation of her fingers on her clit was downright addictive, and she didn't even want to know what Harry's fingers, mouth or cock would do to her.
Eventually she collapsed from exhaustion, but when she awoke that she knew her sleep had not been restful. After the dopamine high that had been that night, Wanda had been left with lingering guilt. She'd violated both Harry and Skye's privacy. She'd promised that that sort of thing would never happen again, and she'd just betrayed them. It didn't matter if it was an accident, because after the fact she couldn't stop obsessing over what she'd seen. She should have shoved it into a box and forgotten about it, but he was so… she was too…
At that point during her self-recriminations, she was once again gripped by a vision. This was happening now, but this time it wasn't from Skye, it was from Harry. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down the column of his torso, down at his cock, down to where Skye was kneeling between his legs, eyes shining, her mouth hovering inches away from the tip.
Oh lord.
Because it wasn't just that she could see what Harry saw, she could feel what he felt, too. She could feel his cock, engorged, throbbing, thrumming with a desire so similar but so very different to her own. It felt incredible, almost like it had a life of its own, surging with a masculine energy that demanded that he penetrate, that he take, that he fuck.
She made a few attempts to dispel the vision, but they were half-hearted, and then they stopped altogether as the inferno of lust that flooded from Harry shredded what focus and self-control she had. He had her panting like a bitch in heat and… and… what was that about stopping? Her finger began to swirl around her clit once again.
God, she wanted to fall to her knees and worship that thing, but Skye was the lucky girl who got to be in that position. She could only watch. But as the scene unfolded, Harry hesitated, a sliver of deep-rooted self-loathing creeping in and compelling him to ask Skye if she was sure.
Now that just wouldn't do. With a brief flicker of power, Wanda dismissed that parasitic thought. Instead, Harry tilted Skye's chin up with her thumb so that he could look her in the eye, and said, "Why don't you be a good little slut and suck."
Skye's eyelids fluttered as her body trembled in response to the command. Wanda could taste her submissiveness, she knew that Skye would do just about anything that Harry asked, debase herself in any way for him. "Yes sir." She said, but Wanda could tell that there was much more that was left unsaid the begged to spill from her lips.
God, Skye was lucky. Only a fool would say no if Harry asked them to come with him, and Skye hadn't been a fool. Wanda hadn't hesitated when Harry had asked the same of her, but by chance or fate she'd been too late. Wanda seized up when Skye's mouth enveloped his cockhead, a wordless cry wrenched from her throat. In her climax, her hips jerked up in a display of what she wished Harry would do, thrust his throbbing organ into this slut's willing mouth. But Harry had a tight lid on his actions, and even with Wanda's encouragement he let Skye set her own pace.
Skye, however, didn't need the encouragement at all. "You're such a lucky slut." Wanda whispered into her ear, to total agreement from Skye "Don't you dare take this for granted. Be a woman and worship Harry's cock like it deserves." Wanda hadn't been quite sure what Skye would take from those suggestions, but she wasn't disappointed. She bobbed her head down, descending until she hit her gag reflex, then she repeated the motion with more force again gagging as she reached her limit. On the third try, however, she broke through and Harry cock lodged deep in her throat, completely ensconced within the confines of her mouth.
Skye's technique was utterly devastating to both Harry and Wanda. She would vary her method of attack, deepthroating him before switching to focusing on his tip, swirling her tongue and sucking expertly, before returning to gagging herself on his cock. The two methods of stimulation ensured that Harry's pleasure would grow and grow, but not tip him over the edge, as every time he got close Skye would change tactics. Wanda's hands lay limp by her side, she wasn't even attempting to get herself off. Her mouth hung open, a string of drool dribbling out, and she stared vacantly ahead, as if they could see through the walls to the room adjacent to her, where Harry was receiving a world-class blowjob.
Finally, Harry reached a breaking point, and he entreated to Skye that he was about to cum. Skye, naturally, responded to this by taking him as deeply as she could, but Harry had other plans. He grabbed her head (for the first time that morning) and pulled her back, insisting as he met her eyes "No, I want you to taste it." Skye whimpered "I want you to be able to taste me on your tongue today and know that I own this pretty little mouth."
Skye whined as she sucked with redoubled urgency, and when Harry tipped over the edge a few moments later, Wanda's world exploded. Not only could she feel the bliss of Harry pumping himself into the sweet warmth of Skye's sucking mouth, but she could also feel what Skye felt. She felt his cock twitch and engorged even further against Skye's tongue, and then the deluge as his creamy essence began to paint her mouth. Wanda, naturally, came along with Harry, but she was shocked to find that Skye joined them in tipping over the edge. Wanda didn't think she was responsible for this, not directly. She was pretty sure she contributed indirectly by lowering Skye's inhibitions and 'encouraging' her, particularly with the stream of vulgar 'encouragement' she offered as they all shared this odd, three-way orgasm.
But when all was said and done, and Wanda once again lay panting and reeling on her bed, the revelation dawned on her.
She was fucked.
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After shutting herself in her room for as long as she could get away with and taking a long, cold shower, Wanda finally emerged late in the morning, grabbing a cup of coffee and making her way to a common area that had been reserved exclusively for the Avengers.
There were plans for them to get their own, private facility in upstate New York. Stark Tower was too big of a target and a risk for collateral damage in the middle of New York City. What they really needed was something out of the way. For now, though, they had to live with the former Shield headquarters as their base of operations.
But there would be no avoiding the crisis because there was only one occupied table, and it hosted Harry, who was bent over the translated pages of his runic textbook. His eyes caught hers and lit up. "Wanda!" He called and waved her over with a smile. Wanda cursed her fluttering heart, but she couldn't help but return a beaming smile. "H-Harry." She greeted, hoping she wasn't blushing too badly. God, how was he so gorgeous? Her heart was tripping over itself and he'd barely even spoken to her!
Worse still, Skye and Natasha were both sitting with him, all of them seemingly reviewing their own projects. Skye's lips were pursed in concentration, and Wanda couldn't help but remember how good they felt around Harry's cock.
…
She wondered if she could put on a show of being completely engrossed in her coffee that so that she wouldn't have to meet any of their eyes. It would only be worse once she told Harry and Skye what had happened, and she had to tell them. In her time with Hydra, she'd had no regard for other people's minds or privacy. It was only recently that she'd come to realize just how twisted that was, but old habits were hard to break, and in the heat of the moment she had lapsed. If she were to turn over a new leaf and try to do better… well that started with honesty.
It helped that she had hope that Harry would forgive her, but Skye… she'd been very skeptical towards her at first. Even if she'd warmed up to her since then, what were the chances that would last? She had no idea how to bring it up, should she just tell them now? No, not in front of Natasha, but she should tell them today, certainly.
Her decision ended up being made for her, as Harry had noticed her distress and asked "You feeling alright? You're up later than normal and you seem a little… flushed."
Wanda blundered, her blush deepening by the second, and it drew the attention of both Natasha and Skye, the latter of whom had faint amusement in her eyes. She realized there was no getting out of this, if she was going to be even close to functional around them today, she needed to tell them now. "Actually, there is something I need to talk to you about. You and Skye."
Natasha was never one to miss a hint. "My, the view from that window is simply wonderful, I've never seen the D.C. skyline quite like this before." She said with deadpan drollness, before sauntering off.
"Er, right." Harry said, "Is everything alright Wanda?"
Wanda looked down into her clasped hands, blush deepening. "No." She breathed "Last night… and this morning… I accidentally used my powers to enter your minds… while you were… you know…" She trailed off.
Wanda didn't raise her eyes up from the table, so she couldn't read their expressions, but she did hear Skye snort. "Wait. That was you?"
"I guess?" Wanda answered, not sure exactly what Skye was referring to, but at least she didn't sound upset, so she was just going to go with it.
"Err, what?" Harry uttered, sounding completely lost.
"It was the strangest thing." Skye said, "It was like someone was telling me to fucking worship your cock. I thought I was just getting into the moment, but..." Her eyes flicked back to Wanda, and she grinned "You kinky little shit."
"I- I didn't mean to!" Wanda floundered "But once I was in, it was just so intoxicating."
Skye, however, didn't seem upset in the slightest. "That was so hot. I've always loved blowjobs, never cum from giving one before. I guess I have you to thank for that." She gave Wanda a two-fingered salute while her eyes danced with humor.
"Wait." Harry said, finally catching up "So when Skye was about to…"
"Give you a blowjob? Suck you off? Polish your wand? Worship your throbbing-"
"Right! That!" Harry sharply cut off Skye's litany of suggestions. "When Skye was about to give me a blowjob I got in my head for a moment." She paused and shrugged "It happens. But then it all just… melted away, like I didn't have a care in the world. Was that you as well?"
"Well, yes." Wanda admitted "You were getting down on yourself, so I just… dismissed the thought. I didn't want you to think badly about yourself, especially when you could be doing something much more enjoyable. I shouldn't have done that without permission. I'm so, so sorry."
Harry favored her a small smile. "Well, you definitely should have asked for both of our full consent beforehand. But I can see that you get that, already. I can understand that your powers are difficult to control. I can't even imagine how tempting it would be to feel what someone else felt during sex. It must have been an overwhelming situation for you." Harry shook his head "We'll need to find a way to avoid this happening in the future. You're lucky this happened with us."
He really let this roll off his back, just like that. He really was something else. Wanda turned to Skye for her judgement. "For the record, I never did anything I didn't want to do this morning. You just gave me... encouragement."
Meanwhile, Harry had grown thoughtful "Has this happened before?"
"No, I'm not sure why I never picked up on anything you guys have done before, unless it was the first time since you got here?" Somehow, Wanda doubted that.
"Definitely not." Skye snorted "Though we've been usually going to my room."
"Ah." Harry's eyes lit up "That might explain it, Wanda and I are opposite each other, we share a wall. Who's on either side of you?"
"Pietro is on the left... the right is empty." Wanda answered "Do you think it'd be a good idea to move further away?" She didn't like the idea of being tucked away among the unused bedrooms, like something under quarantine, but what choice did she have? God forbid her brother start hooking up with someone, or for her to start picking up intimate moments from people a few doors down.
Harry seemed to be sympathetic, and brought a hand to touch her arm "It'll only be for a little while, until we can work out out how to control your powers better." And just like that, Wanda relaxed, how could she not, when Harry was smiling at her, so warm and understanding and wonderful?
"So, was it hot?" Skye blurted, and just like that, her blush was back.
"Of course it was!" Wanda sputtered "I- I mean-"
Skye saved her from whatever mess was about to leave her mouth by asking another question "Wait. Does that mean that you got to feel his cock?"
"Oh my god, Skye." Harry muttered, blushing himself, but he made no move to silence her, seemingly resigning himself to whatever Skye had planned.
Wanda nodded, cheeks flaming. "How did it feel?" Skye asked with genuine fascination. "I've asked guys before and all they say is 'it feels good'." She rolled her eyes "Like, duh, of course."
Wanda's eyes flicked to check with Harry, who was looking at her with interest, and… was he turned on? It was hard to tell, and she wasn't about to abuse her powers again to find out, if she could help it. Still, it seemed she had his go-ahead. "It feels incredible." She gushed "So swollen and throbbing and just like… I could take over the world." She slid her thighs together, hoping it wasn't obvious how turned on she was becoming over this conversation. "And your mouth…" She paused as she realized just how forward her praise of her oral skills would be and opted for something tamer "You're very good with your mouth." She settled on "Almost as good as Harry is."
Skye almost looked offending, before considering her experience with Harry's oral talents and apparently coming to agree with her assessment "That's… fair." She said "I mean, last night was so fucking good. And that was your first sexual experience?" At Wanda's shy nod, she slapped the table "Damn! Are you alright?"
"It certainly left an impression on me." Wanda nodded. "But I'm fine."
Skye was reveling in the opportunity to talk, Wanda supposed she hadn't had many outlets to talk about sex in the professional Avenger or Shield environments. She was obviously a very sexual person, and she had to keep that part of herself mostly secreted away for most of her day. Wanda could see how she might need this. "Let me guess. You got yourself off, didn't you?" She only needed to see how Wanda's cheeks flamed to confirm it. "Of course. How many times? Twice, three times?" Wanda looked away, provoking a chortle from Skye. "Damn girl! Six times?" Wanda blushed deeper "Okay… okay, let me think. Twenty times."
Wanda actually had to think back through last night and this morning. "Not that many times." She replied defensively.
Skye raised her hands placatingly "Hey, I'm not judging. You get 'em girl." The pause in the teasing would be brief, however "And you were blushing hard when you saw Harry just now. You're totally into him, aren't you?"
"You-you can't just ask me if I'm into your boyfriend!" Wanda protested "I can't answer that!"
Skye seemed completely unbothered. "Hey, I know he's a catch. I'm not bothered if other people know it too. But I'm going to take your answer as a yes. You thought about joining us?" Her eyebrows danced.
Wanda ruthlessly crushed the sprouting hope that Skye might be considering a threesome. She was going to give her a heart attack at this rate, but thankfully she had just handed her a weapon to turn the tables on her, and Wanda was going to use it. "Now, we both know I'm not your first choice for a threesome."
"Eh?" Harry said, having been transfixed by the conversation up to this point.
"Uh, well." Skye uttered, off balance.
"Its obvious, you both are so attracted to Natasha." Wanda said loudly, pressing her advantage. Wanda thought she heard a soft gasp from across the room. Oops, she might have said that a little too loudly.
"I'm not… that into her." Skye mumbled.
"Did you or did you not want her to make you call her mistress?" Wanda raised an eyebrow as Skye's cheeks rapidly flushed.
"Okay, fine! Natasha's badass and sexy and I'd love for her to tie me down and make me worship her!" Skye burst out. This time, Wanda definitely heard Natasha squeak. From the looks of it Harry had noticed it too, but it was lost on Skye, who was too busy trying not to melt into a puddle. "Are you happy?"
Wanda sighed, because Skye's sputtered question did raise a lot of real questions for her. Was she happy? She'd ostensibly gotten everything she'd wanted from this conversation. Not only had she been forgiven, she and Skye were arguably closer now than ever. But her flippant mention of a threesome had revealed to her what she really wanted.
She didn't want last night and this morning to be a one off. And though she'd take being a spectator in Harry and Skye's love life, what she truly wanted was to be an active participant. She wanted to be in bed with Harry and Skye while they teased each other and her. She wanted Harry to put his arm around her waist the way he did with Skye. She wanted to be able to gossip with Skye about their sex lives. She wanted to explore what her powers, and Skye's powers, and Harry's magic could do, both in and out of the bedroom.
What the hell. She might as well go for broke. Skye had certainly laid her cards on the table and had even offered a hint that she might be interested. They at least deserved honesty from her. "I'm not going to deny it. If you gave that offer to me, I'd jump at it in an instant. But I promise you I'm not going to pursue Harry or do anything that could compromise your relationship with him."
Skye just looked at her, and it took a moment for Wanda to realize that she was checking her out. Holy shit, she was shocked at how thrilled she felt. Skye's eyes were looking down at her cleavage, and the upturn of her lips told Wanda that she was definitely liking what she saw. She wanted to preen, to puff out her chest and earn Skye's praise. Where was this coming from? "You know what? I'm in." Skye's admission was almost drowned out by the miniature meltdown that Wanda was having, but when it registered it caused another concurrent meltdown. Was this happening? Was this a dream?
Harry started coughing, and both girls were reminded that there was another participant in this conversation who had basically ceded the field while they worked things out. They waited patiently for him to get over his coughing fit (or in Wanda's case used the opportunity to get ahold of herself). When he did speak, his voice was still somewhat strained "Er, I'm not saying 'no'. But this is something we should really talk about first and give ourselves time to think about."
Both Wanda and Skye let out a breath of relief, feeling some of the pressure lift. "Yeah, you're right." Skye muttered "Though you're usually such a fan of jumping in headfirst."
"Well yeah, but its not everyday you spring a threesome on a guy! I didn't even know you were interested in Nat and isn't that just a whole other can of worms because she definitely knows that now." He rambled, betraying how unbalanced he felt in this conversation. Out of the corner of her eye Wanda spied Natasha blushing profusely, that was just going around today wasn't it?
"Oh." Skye muttered, pausing thoughtfully "Uh yeah. That is complicated then. But just to clarify, we're all potentially interested in a threesome."
"Assuming this isn't a dream, then yeah." Harry replied.
"Same?" Wanda agreed.
"Cool." Skye glanced at Natasha, who had given up the ruse of not listening to them and was making a beeline for the exit. "Since she's your ex, I'll leave Natasha to you." She patted his shoulder "Though I'd honestly love to be a fly on the wall for that."