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Kate sat on her bed in her underwear, the soundtrack of the latest tomb raider video game blaring in her ears through her earbuds as she rhythmically stroked her hand through Lucky’s fur. Her eyes stared in the general vicinity of the black suit hanging from her closet door, though unseeing.
Her mind was stubbornly stuck on the very attractive, very very deadly freelance assassin and ex Black Widow. The Omega had her mind frazzled.
< Thought you should know > she told her through text, followed by a video of Eleanor Bishop shaking hands with one Wilson Fisk.
That was how they started their sporadic texting. She was pretty sure it was a burner on Yelena’s end, since their on and off conversation sometimes had lapses ranging from days to a few weeks. Kate had asked what would Yelena do in her position, after she turned her mother into the authorities. The assassin had said that as an omega, she would have had great trouble turning against her sire. The alpha had nearly swallowed her tongue when she read the response. The very deadly assassin who wiped the floor with Kate’s face, that tiny power house of a human, was an omega.
In hindsight the alpha shouldn’t have been surprised, if someone was building an army of highly trained, highly skilled assassins they would want them to be as cool and collected as possible, and unassuming in certain circumstances too. Alphas were too hotheaded and stubborn, not to mention their general inability or down right refusal to accept directions or follow orders, betas lacked the pheromones, omegas seemed to be perfect for the job. Their submissiveness was really down to societal pressures and nothing more.
Kate’s alarm interrupted her train of thought. She groaned and Lucky turned curious eyes toward her.
“You think Jack would mind too much if I dress you up and send you in my place?” she asked, gently tugging at fluffy ears.
A huff was the only response, she took it as a no and reluctantly stuffed herself into her suit. Kate padded downstairs, dress shirt unbuttoned and belt undone around her hips as she refilled Lucky’s food and water bowls. She slipped her feet into her favorite black boots and fixed up her suit. Jack better appreciate the fuck out of her going. The alpha debated over going or not, she had promised to attend Jack’s charity months before her mom’s … lack of a socially acceptable moral code? Continuous lapse in good judgment? Became apparent. Jack had called her last night to confirm her attendance, his voice was too soft when he had said he would love for her to be there and she couldn’t say no.
She groaned again as she strapped her only dress watch on her wrist, the white gold Rolex Cellini was the one thing she kept from her father’s things before her mother had put them all in storage, and dumped her phone and wallet in her pockets. She made a mental note to check out the storage locker and relocate everything to the extra room in her apartment. Kate ambled upstairs to her bedroom and kissed Lucky’s empty little head goodbye.
She took a taxi to Jack’s estate. The alpha found the older omega quickly and then took up post by the huge buffet table and stuffed her face with fancy finger foods. Occasionally she took a break to sip at too expensive alcohol and make small talk with Jack whenever he was in between social rounds. He was a good guy, it was cruel of her mom to try and pin her own bullshit on him, the thought made her angry again. She finished her drink, hugged Jack goodnight and then she left. Kate tried not to dwell too hard about the surprised happy pheromones Jack enveloped her with when she wrapped her arms around his waist.
She debated hailing a taxi, but eventually decided on walking. The crisp air felt much too inviting for a brooding walk with the late-night NYC hustle and bustle as background noise. She could also still smell Jack’s gentle scent on her and she really couldn’t deal with all his genuine care and appreciation of her right now.
She sighed in relief as soon as she locked the apartment door behind her. Then the scent hit her nose and she tensed. It was a new scent, thick and slightly frustrated but not aggressive. She squinted around her apartment, spotting the dark green coat tossed over her sofa, the white sneakers carelessly left by the door and even the pair of jeans that hung on the railing up to the loft. The fuck?
She focused harder on the scent and then it hit her like half ton truck. Yelena was here. Kate hurriedly undid her boots and toed them off, unloading her pockets at the same time. The living room was empty and so was the kitchenette of the blonde assassin.
The younger alpha raced up the steps, nearly breaking her face against the top one as she came to an abrupt stop. Yelena was there, in the middle of her bed and curled into a ball. She had her fingers in Lucky’s fur and she was dressed in little else but a thin white t-shirt, one that looked suspiciously like one of Kate’s, one she got for free when she had ordered a dozen whistling arrowheads to try out.
Lucky seemed to have a higher brain function than Kate as he sent a low woof at her. Yelena woke at that and the dog gently licked her face before getting off the bed and stopping in front of Kate for some pets. The brunette provided accordingly, her brain too caught up in seemingly endless legs and the prettiest woman in her clothes and bed. The prettiest and definitely the deadliest, a distant voice in her head added, not that it helped to snap her out of whatever daze she found herself in.
Lucky huffed and circled around Kate and down the stairs, to his own comfy bed by the couch.
“Kate.”
That snapped the alpha out. The archer moved to lean against the railing of the loft, hands in her pockets and feet crossed at the ankles.
“Hey, Yelena, you okay?” the brunette asked. She had a good idea about what was going on with the widow but she was still in the dark about why she was here.
The blonde shook her head in the negative and stood off the bed. Yelena grinned softly as she approached the suited alpha.
“I want to spent my heat with you.” the widow stated. Her hands slowly raising to trail over the silk knot at Kate’s throat.
The alpha produced a very undignified gasping/choking sound as her blood quickly evacuated her brain and relocated somewhere lower.
Yelena chuckled.
“Why?” Kate winced as soon as the word left her mouth. “I mean- you- I don’t mean- Just that you’re gorgeous, you know? You can probably have whoever you want. Anyone with a working nose or at least one eyeball would be lucky to spent it with you. Your heat. Not that I don’t have a working nose and two perfectly functional eyeballs, because you know, I need them for my archery thing, that I have going on. I need the eyeballs, and the nose is a pretty good string reference point, for you know, consistency. A good anchor too, its not just the jaw that’s needed, though it does help to have a consistent anchor on your jaw too. What I'm saying is that you’re really pretty and you can do a lot better.” Kate snapped her mouth shut with an audible click of her teeth. Would you believe she was trying to ramble less these days?
“That was two compliments with not even a breath between them, Kate Bishop.” Yelena’s smirk was downright sinful.
The omega’s scent felt stronger as she stepped even closer to the taller woman. Her hands gently worked the silky deep purple knot at the base of Kate’s neck loose as she continued. Her hands were surprisingly stable in their movements for someone on the precipice of heat.
“But to answer your question, Kate Bishop, I want to spent it with you, because you’re the only alpha I trust to respect my boundaries.”
Kate nodded.
“With your training, I’d be a fool to try anything anyway.”
Yelena hummed.
“I wouldn’t even let the thought cross your mind.”
Kate relaxed against the railing and the gentle hands running up and down the button line of her dress shirt.
“But I have done my research, I know you’re not that kind of alpha.” Yelena said. “You’re a simp, as you Americans say.”
Kate’s face blanked for a second before she burst out in laughter.
“All omegas were made to be worshiped.” she shrugged and she hoped the rambled alpha undertones in her voice demonstrated how she truly believed that.
“Charming.” Yelena said dryly, though her voice was soft at the implication that should she let her, Kate would worship her too.
One hand remained on Kate’s shoulder, loose and just barely hanging on, while the other slowly descended down her front. It trailed down silk and cotton and paused at the alphas belt buckle. Kate held her breath as the fingers hovered over the now visible and still swelling bulge in her trousers and continued further down to gently slip between her crossed knees and nudge them apart. Yelena stepped between her thighs and Kate felt light headed as the scent became stronger.
“What’s your motive?” the archer asked, voice low with a hint of gravel.
The blonde assassin just tilted her head in question.
“You said that everything you do has a purpose, what is it this time?” Kate elaborated.
“I have an assignment next week. I could spend my heat alone, but having no one to satisfy me during it would make it last longer.” Yelena said.
The widow pressed closer to the alpha, her lower belly rubbing against Kate in a way that made her close her eyes momentarily in an attempt to regroup her thoughts and process the words that were leaving the very soft looking lips that were so close to her face. Then she realized, Yelena wasn’t about to enter heat, she already was in heat. The iron control she had over her scent was so damn impressive.
“Let your scent out.” Kate couldn’t help but blurt out.
“Consent first.” Yelena hummed; her arms wrapped around Kate’s waist in a loose hug.
Kate looked down intently between them and the omega smirked as she looked between their bodies too.
“That is not consent, Kate Bishop. Though it is very flattering.”
The alpha licked her lips and nodded. She tried to get her mouth to cooperate with her brain, if only so the widow would stop looking at her crotch. She didn’t think she could take it for longer than a moment. Thankfully, Yelena returned to be as near as physically possible, her hands tracing lightly the lower curve of Kate’s spine.
“Yeah, yeah your heat with me.” Kate mumbled, shook her head and then restarted her sentence. “I will.” as good as words were going to get with Yelena pressed against her hard on like that.
Yelena laughed softly.
“Let your scent out.” Kate mumbled again, her voice even lower and her need laced through it. She wasn’t sure why but she needed the full strength of Yelena’s scent in her lungs.
The archer asked that. Twice, yes. Kate did do that. She was so very unprepared for it though. She gasped and nearly fell to her knees, between Yelena and the railing. Not a bad place to be on your knees in, Kate’s brain supplied. Quite unhelpfully as she felt herself throb in her trousers.
“Fuck.” The alpha breathed.
“Soon, Kate Bishop.” Yelena grinned. Her cheeks were flushed and she was obviously proud of the way the taller woman reacted to her scent. She knew she smelled good. A young, strong, healthy omega, of course she smelled attractive. Having a strong alpha react like that was still a confidence boost.
“How attached are you to this suit?” the omega asked, voice soft and appreciative as her fingers ran along the lapels.
The tone caught the alpha’s attention and she raised an eyebrow.
“It’s alright. It could’ve been purple.” Kate shrugged. “It’s getting tight though.” she gave her best lewd smirk at the shorter woman.
“That was not cool Kate Bishop.” Yelena snorted out a laugh, leaning closer to Kate’s sternum and dragging her nose against the soft cotton of the brunette’s shirt.
Kate gasped again as the omega scented her boldly, her hands balled into fists deep in her pockets. She would not lay a hand on Yelena unless the blonde explicitly asked for it, or she got permission. The omega spent long enough as a passenger in her own body and she refused to take away any choice away from her based on something as silly as biology. This whole situation was for Yelena.
“How do you want me?” Kate asked.
“Go sit in the chair.” She directed as she took a step back from the younger Hawkeye. “Keep the suit on.”
The alpha smirked at that, she adjusted her hard on as she took the two steps and plopped into the second-hand winged back chair. Her knees were spread and her arms were comfortably set on the arm rests. The omega’s scent flared noticeably at the display and the alpha’s smirk grew nearly feral.
Yelena had to admit that the confident display was attractive, especially when the alpha was so comfortable in letting the widow see how affected she was. The assassin still thought the archer was a complete dork as her eyes took note of the tiny stormtrooper helmets on the sock covering Kate’s left foot and what seemed to be some kind of animated bird of prey on her right. The omega, by now well and truly in heat, aided by the scent of aroused alpha and the fact that she relaxed into her body, still found the taller woman adorable.
Yelena stalked to the seated woman, smoothly and very elegantly she settled her knees on either side of Kate’s hips on the comfortably worn cushion. Kate made a motion of leaning forward, her hands leaving the arm rests and then stopped abruptly.
“Can I touch you?” Kate asked, her hands in midair, her back a couple of inches away from the cushion behind her.
Kate watched and felt the assassin slump in her lap, a hand gently reached up to pat her on the cheek.
“See, Kate Bishop. This was a good choice I made.” the widow lowered the archer's hands to her thighs.
Yelena’s soft skin nearly melted Kate’s brain. For someone who wasn’t even nearing rut, Kate really felt beside herself with the desire to touch Yelena, feel her everywhere, taste her.
“Kiss me.”
The archer wasn’t sure if the words completely cleared the blonde’s lips before she was pressing hers against them. She tried to keep it slow, let Yelena set the pace. It was mostly gentle, exploratory. Until the widow adjusted herself in the archer’s lap and their bodies intimately brushed together, their reactions forced them apart. Kate bit back a snarl as Yelena shuddered.
They both came together in a kiss again, deeper and with more urgency as Yelena started a slow grind over the bulge under her. The omega’s hands started to roam slowly, over Kate’s shoulders, down her chest, pressing into her tensed abs then going back up to her neck, her jaw and finally behind the archer’s head to thread into her hair. Yelena used her grip on the alpha’s hair to separate their lips.
“So, Kate Bishop, to recap, you agree to have sex with me, yes?” the widow asked.
The archer’s head moved fast in a nod.
“I appreciate the check in, I do really, but holy fuck dude I’m going insane trying to sit still under you.” Kate spoke way too fast, her fingers gripping the omegas thighs tightly.
The widow tossed her head back and let out a surprised laugh. The sight of her throat had Kate stifling another growl. Thankfully, Yelena’s need must have at least matched Kate’s and she gently unzipped Kate’s suit trousers and pulled her throbbing length out.
Kate hasn’t been with anyone in a long time. Her last relationship ended years ago and then she was running around becoming the best archer in the world and then trying to help people with it. Not to mention this whole cluster fuck she created for herself with that one recently. An omega in her lap staring right at what she packed, well, it was a bit anxiety inducing. Her scent must have broadcasted that feeling.
“You have nothing to be anxious for, Kate Bishop.” Yelena purred. The widow’s tone was dipped in honey and full of omega appreciation.
Kate twitched in Yelena’s hand.
“I feel like your training makes this unfair.” Kate said, a subtle whine in her voice.
The widow grinned as she ground down against the alpha's length.
“It is not my training; your mindset would make it easy for any omega to take advantage of you.” Yelena responded; her voice breathy as she continued to grind along the taller woman.
“Can you blame me?” the brunette asked, her voice low and husky at the feeling of the aroused omega.
Yelena just rolled her eyes, Kate’s grin got smothered against her lips. Yelena rose a little higher and broke the kiss, a soft smirk on her face as Kate tried to follow her lips. The brunette’s shirt was long enough on Yelena to hide what was happening between both their thighs. But Kate’s brain was still able to conjure some fuzzy image of the blonde omega sinking down around her cock at the feeling of being slowly enveloped in wet heat.
“Holy fuck.” Kate growled out. She tried really hard to keep her hips still.
As soon as the blonde met the archer’s hips, Kate sunk back into the cushions, her eyes shut tight as she willed her fingers to let go of the shorter woman’s thighs, to not grip so tight, to not be so demanding with her. Yelena leaned down, her forehead resting against Kate’s sternum.
The archer managed to release those gloriously muscled thighs. She ran her hands up and down instead, knee to hip and back again. Meanwhile Yelena had started to move. The blonde’s scent started to thicken as her riding took on a steady pace. Kate was dazed, trying to enjoy herself but also trying to reign herself in. Sure, she was an alpha and Yelena was an omega. But that did not give Kate any free passes to take advantage or even attempt to overpower Yelena. Although she was pretty confident if she did lose it for whatever reason, the woman on top of her would have no issues knocking her out. In the best-case scenario at least. Kate started to shuffle her own hips up and down, as much as the position allowed. Yelena was small in built but she was deceptively strong and Kate’s brain was melting at the muscle groups she could feel working under the blonde’s skin. Kate settled into a slow rhythm, matching Yelena. And Yelena was so deliciously appreciative of her efforts, her breathing had picked up and her eyes were closed in concentration, her head was tilted down and she was just so fucking gorgeous.
The assassin leaned down to Kate’s neck, her hips losing their rhythm slightly as she released a quiet moan. Kate wrapped her hands under Yelena’s thighs to stabilize her pace, the widow’s hands immediately wrapped around her biceps and another moan left her throat. It only took a handful of thrusts from the alpha for Yelena to come apart in her lap with barely a sound.
Kate went back to running her hands over the shorter woman’s thighs. Feeling herself throb and twitch as she registered Yelena’s release all over her crotch. The blonde stayed like that, breathing deeply against the taller woman’s collar.
Yelena slowly pushed herself to sit up, her palms flat against Kate’s chest. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were glassy and so clear, Kate couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss. It was barely more than a peck, but Kate felt it to her toes with the way Yelena hummed against her lips.
“Take me to bed, Kate Bishop.”
Gods, that soft low tone was doing things to the archer.
“Do you want to be on top, or can I?” Kate asked, she stood up with her hands supporting the assassin under her thighs.
Yelena’s eyes darkened even more and she leaned forward to the alpha’s ear to answer.
“You can be on top.”
Kate's chest rumbled with a low growl as she stood, holding fast on to Yelena against her. The Alpha gently laid the shorter Omega down on to her bed and straightened upright. Her cock bounced out of the open fly of her trousers as she shrugged out of her blazer.
“Don’t you dare get out of that suit Kate Bishop.” Yelena growled.
“Have a fetish, do you?” Kate teased as she straightened out her clothes and slipped her hands back into her pockets. Delighted to observe the blonde’s eyes darken.
Yelena wasn’t one to be teased though, she whipped the borrowed shirt off and tossed it in the archer’s wide eyed face.
“Shut up and fuck me, Kate Bishop.”
Kate gently but eagerly draped herself over the blonde and slipped inside. Holy fuck, Yelena was a Goddess.
She was the simpiest simp to ever simp. And she was perfectly fine with that.
The assassin wrapped her legs around Kate, thighs crumbling the crisp white dress shirt further. She buried her hands in Kate’s hair and relinquished herself to the gentle and slow thrusts of the Alpha.
It was after the Omega’s sixth orgasm, that she gently pushed Kate off of her and mumbled a sleepy appreciation of her before sighing in contentment and falling asleep.
The Alpha silently got out of her now ruined suit and followed the Omega’s lead into unconsciousness.
Kate woke to whimpering, her mind kicking straight into overdrive as she scanned the bedroom for the omega in her care. The bathroom light was on and spilling into the bedroom from under the door. The Alpha scampered to it and gently knocked.
“Yelena?”
“Kate.” the blonde panted.
The needy tones nearly had Kate melting into a puddle of goo, but the sound of the bathroom lock turning to open solidified her quickly enough. The blonde, just as naked as the brunette, threw the door open, wrapped a hand around the back of the alpha’s neck and tugged her inside.
“I thought one night would be enough to calm down.” Yelena said as she wrapped Kate’s arms around her body, pressing her back against the archer’s chest.
The assassin ground back against Kate’s rapidly hardening length, a keening noise leaving her throat that had the Alpha tightening her grip around the blonde.
Yelena reached up with a hand, wrapping it behind the Alpha’s neck and twisting her own to smash her lips against Kate’s.
Kate attempted to ask for consent, the question muffled against soft lips and an insistent tongue.
The Omega took matters into her own hands, literally, as she reached between their bodies and guided Kate where she needed her.
Kate’s hands roamed all over Yelena’s body, tracing old scars and soft curves and defined muscles with an urgency that wasn’t there the previous night. Suddenly Kate needed the Omega to fall apart in her arms again and again.
The archer shuffled them forward, pressing the smaller woman against the bathroom sink and sinking deeper into her. Yelena pulled away from the kiss, dropping her head forward as Kate thrusts slowly grew harder.
The first orgasm had Yelena dropping to her forearms on the pearly porcelain. Kate just barely held herself from cumming immediately at the enchanting sight of the blondes bare back heaving and shuddering with her orgasm.
The Alpha splayed a hand against the Omega’s chest and pulled her back up, keen dark eyes cataloging every minute detail of Yelena into her brain.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Kate huffed against the curve of the blonde’s throat.
Yelena smirked.
“No, seriously.” Kate groaned as she started thrusting again after letting Yelena come down a bit after her orgasm. “You’re perfect.”
“You have-” Yelena started but broke off into a moan. “You have me, Kate Bishop, no need for flattery.”
Kate huffed out a laugh, her hands moving from gripping the blonde’s hips to gently grabbing at her breasts.
“I’m pretty sure I’m having a religious experience right now.” the brunette growled softly.
It was Yelena’s turn to laugh as she wrapped her own arms around the Alpha’s.
The couple’s thrusts into each other grew erratic as Kate neared her own orgasm, which in turn had Yelena approaching another one.
“You’re a good Alpha, Kate Bishop.” the blonde omega spoke, after they both collapsed against the sink.
Kate felt her self preen at the words. She couldn’t help it, here was the world’s most perfect woman telling her she was a good Alpha. The brunette pressed her lips against the nape of Yelena’s neck and then her temple.
Wordlessly they separated and playfully pushed each other into the shower. They didn’t quite manage to wash each other's scent off their bodies but neither of them minded too much.