𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓉𝑒
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ dom!wandanat x fem!reader
word count ~ 3.6k
summary: your bratting causes you to earn a punishment you weren’t quite prepared for
authors note: this one shot is based off a random thought i had, along with a cute nonnie that added inspiration with this ask. full disclosure, this is my first time writing smut in a hot sec, so please be nice! this is not proofread.
content warning(s): dom!wandanat, mean!natasha, soft!wanda, power dynamics, bratty reader, heavy exhibitionism, teasing, inspection, humiliation, dirty talk, strap warming, strap on sex, light choking
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you had been bratting all day. it was a lethal combination of whining, eye rolling and talking back. you pulled out all the stops. your attitude had finally set natasha over the edge — her normally being the more impatient one between your two dominants.
just when the consequences were about to catch up with you, wanda was able to talk natasha down. she soothed her with whispered words in her ear you couldn’t make out. though you were curious what was said, it did nothing to curb that feeling in your stomach that demanded a reaction from them.
you were now seated in the backseat of natasha’s black acura nsx. your arms stubbornly folded across your chest as you peer out the window.
“detka, put your seatbelt on.” wanda firmly reminds you. she glances back at you from the passenger seat. your eyes narrow, silently challenging her. her expression doesn’t falter and it irritates you to no end. she was too calm — too composed. almost as if your whole afternoon of bratting meant nothing to her.
“just make sure we don’t crash the car and it’ll be fine.” you mumble, your eyes darting away from wanda’s. one more second staring into her eyes would cause you to cave.
“put your seatbelt on. now.” natasha cuts in, her voice firm and laced with poorly contained agitation. you glance at natasha in the rear view mirror. her eyes snap to yours as if she could sense you looking at her. her stare cuts deep like daggers, daring you to defy her.
your eyes harden, but you comply nonetheless. it was a matter of picking your battles, and this was one you were willing to surrender.
the sound of your seatbelt clicking in place cuts into the silence. there was no radio playing nor did anyone connect their phone to play music. there was just the hum of the engine.
“where are we going?” you ask, taking note of the highway you were on. there were numerous restaurants either of them could have chosen, so it was hard to guess.
“you’ll see when we get there.” wanda replied. her cheerful tone was slightly unsettling. she should be reprimanding your attitude, but there was none of that.
as natasha weaves through traffic, you find your mind wandering. you try to piece together what you might be walking into with this dinner. wanda had picked your outfit, which wasn’t abnormal, but the skirt she put you in was questionable. it was short and tight, paired with a matching halter top. it wasn’t like her to dress you in something so revealing. that wasn’t what put you on edge as much as the crotchless panties she picked out. when you first saw them laying out on the bed, you thought she might want you to wear a toy as well, but there were no toys laid out for you to put on.
“now you’re quiet?” natasha asks, darting across two lanes as she drives like a bat out of hell. well, at least as much as the traffic currently allowed. you shrug in response to her question, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of a verbal reply.
“reflecting on your behavior earlier i hope.” she adds, glancing at you in the mirror again. you grit your teeth, your defiance flaring up again at her words.
“i would if there was something to reflect on.” you reply, opting for staring straight out the front window instead of looking in her eyes.
you see natasha’s grip tighten on the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white from how firmly she was grasping on.
“okay, (y/n), that’s enough.” wanda chides, reaching a hand back to rest against your knee.
“she started it!” you exclaim, finding it unfair you were the one being reprimanded when natasha was clearly goading you.
“i said enough, little girl. be nice to your daddy.” wanda’s tone was more firm this time. it was a warning — one you opted to ignore.
“i’ll be nice if she’s nice to me first. you know how the saying goes - ‘treat others like you want to be treated.’” you were asking for it and you knew it. wanda opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by natasha’s chuckling. it was dark and without a trace of humor.
“natalia.” wanda warns, now placing her hand atop natasha’s thigh. she squeezes firmly, giving her a look you’re not sure what it means.
“i can’t. she’s driving me insane.” natasha groans, the car accelerating as she weaves through more traffic.
“just trust me. we’re almost there.” wanda soothes, an edge of seduction in her tone. her hand caresses along natasha’s inner thigh, gently kneading and massaging. it seems to do the trick as natasha’s shoulders begin to visibly relax.
she takes exit 12A, turning right on the road. you remain silent for the remainder of the drive, simply observing your surroundings.
when the car is finally in park, you glance out the window and read the big cursive letters of a restaurant you’ve never been to. it looks nice enough, a mixture of different classes of people filtering in and out of the door.
you unbuckle your seatbelt, sliding out from the vehicle. your movements are distracted and slow. you were still unsure what would happen here tonight. you couldn’t ignore the growing pit in your stomach any longer.
upon entering the restaurant, you were surprised at the eclectic decoration. there were some european themes sprinkled here and there, but overall, it was hard to name what they were going for.
you stand behind wanda as the three of you wait your turn in line for the hostess to seat you. you wrap your arms around wanda’s waist, pressing your cheek against her back as you sought comfort before the impending doom. natasha looks at you, her eyes a brewing storm. you pout at her, your arms tightening around wanda.
“we are way past the pouty faces, puppy.” natasha is clearly still impatient, having had enough of your attitude. one pouty face was not going to change that much.
wanda steps forward to take the front place in line, your feet shuffling to keep up with her. you were unwilling to let go yet.
“reservation for 3 under ‘romanoff.’” wanda tells the hostess. natasha reaches for you, untangling your arms from around her wife as she pulls you to her side. her grip was firm, causing the knot in your stomach to tighten. with her free hand at the small of your back, she pushes you forward as the hostess leads the three of you back to your booth. it was by far the most secluded section of the restaurant.
the hostess drops off the menu’s, murmuring something about enjoying our meal before natasha is ushering you to slide into the U shape booth next to wanda. she slides in after you, effectively sandwiching you between her and her wife.
wanda divvy’s out the menus regardless of the fact that one could be shared between the three of you given your close proximity.
you open up your menu, doing your best to use the tall, wide flaps as a sort of privacy folder to hide your face. you pay little attention to the food items on the menu, just staring at the letters as you zone out.
you were just about to flip the page of the impressively extensive menu when you feel wanda’s fingertips gently tease along the bare skin of your thigh. she traces wavy lines down and then back up the inside of your thigh. goosebumps rise in their wake at the soft touch and it doesn’t take long for you to begin shifting in your seat.
you chance a look in wanda’s direction, but she wasn’t looking at you. she seemed to be intent on finding what she wanted to order. you open your mouth to ask her what she was going to get when you feel natasha’s hand squeeze just above your knee. you straighten your posture, your eyes darting to natasha now as if she’d called your attention.
“anything look good?” she asks. the corners of her mouth twitch upwards in amusement at your deer in headlights expression. to an onlooker, natasha would appear perfectly normal, but you know better. you can see her eyes dilating, her expression darkening as if she were hungry for something not available on the menu.
“umm..” you start, pressing your legs together at the sight of her darkening eyes.
“ah, ah. none of that.” natasha croons, her grip still firm as she wrenches your legs apart. her hand dips dangerously close to your core, her fingertips now performing a sinful dance of their own on your sensitive skin.
their intent on taking you to dinner is now crystal clear. the ache in your core becomes deeper, more difficult to ignore. butterflies begin swarming in your stomach at the thought of being played with when there were so many people that could see.
“daddy.” you hiccup, your eyes giving away your trepidation. your lip juts into a pout, your hand moving to rest atop hers.
you feel wanda’s hand come around to gently grip your jaw, manually turning your head to face her.
“what’s your color, milaya?” her eyes are the softness you seek in this moment. truthfully, you were okay, but this still felt so… naughty.
“green.” you reply softly after a moment of hesitation. wanda scrutinizes your expression for a second before inevitably deciding you were being truthful.
“then i don’t want to hear anymore protesting from you. understand?” natasha’s breath is hot next to your ear as she chimes in. a shiver runs down your spine at both the temperature and her words. her fingers are playing with the edge of your panties now, so close to feeling the growing dampness there.
you frown, a noise of protest sounding in the back of your throat. would they really dare to fuck you here in front of all these people?
“can i get you ladies something to drink?” the kind waitress’s voice cuts off your thought. wanda’s grip tightens on your thigh, keeping your legs open like she wants them. natasha’s fingertips tease your panty line.
“just water should be fine.” wanda replies with a friendly smile. your face flushes pink as the waitress makes eye contact with you. does she know that your girlfriends hand is quite literally up your skirt right now?
“you got it!” the waitress smiles at you before leaving the table. you inhale sharply as natasha’s fingers bump against your clit as she inspects your wet slit. you grip onto the table in front of you, swallowing thickly as you try to compose your expression.
wanda’s fingernails scratch gently against your thigh — a reminder she was equally as present in this moment.
“how wet is she?” she asks her wife, making no effort to lower her tone.
“she’s ruined her panties.” natasha murmurs amusedly, her fingers still running up and down your exposed slit. you can feel the cool air against your soaked core as she plays with you.
you groan softly as your face flushes impossibly pinker. it took everything in you to not close your legs. not that either of your girlfriends would let you anyways.
“such a naughty puppy. you like this, don’t you?” wanda croons in your ear, her hand now traveling to your back to slide underneath your skirt so her hand was partially cupping you ass.
“no! no i don’t.” you spit out stubbornly, though the weight of your words meant nothing as your tone was entirely too breathless.
just when you thought neither of them could be more bold, natasha takes her hand out from under your skirt, holding her fingers in front of the three of you. even in the low light of the restaurant, her fingers still glistened with your wetness. your eyes widen at her shamelessness. you desperately grab at her hand, trying to hide the evidence of your arousal from any prying eyes.
natasha was having none of it. she uses her free hand to gather both your wrists to hold captive. her arousal coated fingers grip firmly onto your jaw. her fingertips dig into your cheeks, your teeth pressed uncomfortably against her grasp.
“don’t fucking lie to me.” she grits out, her eyes hard and unforgiving. she releases your face and wrists once she’s made her point. with your newly freed hands, you gently rub your sore cheeks, stretching your jaw in either direction.
“here are those waters.” your waitress reappears, placing three waters in front of you before disappearing once again.
“this is too public.” you whisper as you watch the waitress walk away. your eyes follow her until she is no longer in your sights.
“that’s not for you to decide.” natasha responds, pulling you into her lap.
you’d been on both hers and wanda’s lap in public many times before, but this felt very different. she pulls your body backwards until your ass is flush against her where you can now clearly tell she’s packing.
the feeling has you squirming in an instant as you wonder if she meant to do what you were thinking.
natasha hand wriggles in between your bodies and you hear a zipper through the chatter humming through the restaurant. your eyes snap to wanda’s, a desperate expression etched into your features as if she would save you.
“you’re okay, baby.” wanda soothes, running a hand down the back of your head. “we don’t get to choose the consequences of our actions, do we?” she adds quietly, the back of her hand brushing softly against your cheek.
you whine a little too loud, but neither of them say anything. natasha shifts again and you can now feel her faux cock resting against your slit as your weight rests on top of it.
the waitress comes back, this time with a pen and paper. “alright, are we ready to order?”
“yes, i think we are.” wanda responds warmly, opening her menu back up to look at what she wanted to order.
natasha carefully manipulates your body, making sure your wet cunt coats her length. the action was subtle enough that it wasn’t too noticeable.
you stop breathing all together, doing everything in your power to not contort your face.
“and for you?” the waitress asks you just as the tip of tasha’s cock is pressed against your entrance.
“uhmm— i..” you gasp, clearing your throat to cover up the sound.
“she’ll have the french dip sandwich, and i’ll do the same.” natasha replies for you, gathering the menu’s in her hand and holding them out for the waitress to take.
“great choice! i’ll go ahead and get that started for you guys.” she walks away at last and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.
your moment of reprieve is short lived as natasha shifts you again, using her strong thighs to raise your body so she could more easily slide her strap inside of you. the stretch is familiar and addicting, but this was no place to lose your composure.
“daddy..” you start, but natasha’s grip tightens on your hips, her way of telling you to be quiet.
you chew your bottom lip anxiously. you feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. it’s sure to stain the pants natasha is wearing. doesn’t she care?
you can’t deny that you feel so deliciously full. she must have packed one of the bigger dildos apart of their impressive toy collection. it’s almost impossible to sit still as your walls twitch around her cock.
“is it too much, detka? do you want to move?” wanda pouts sympathetically, but you know it’s all for show. her hand returns to your thigh once more, caressing innocently as if you weren’t currently cock stuffed.
“do you want mommy to play with your clit?” she asks gently as she scoots closer to you and natasha. you shake your head quickly, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to focus.
“no? you want daddy to instead?” she adds to which you shake your head more fervently, gasping for air as you feel your body losing the battle to remain still. your hips begin to rock ever so slightly, but you already want more.
“i was going to wait until we got home, but maybe i should make you cum here. just like this.” natasha murmurs. she can feel every little move you make, her control slipping by the second.
“please daddy… please. not here.” you whine desperately, hoping she would have mercy on you. you rock forward and back, her strap rubbing perfectly against your walls. she groans at your pleading, seeming to have lost the battle of control.
you’re suddenly lifted off her lap, the movement too quick to process. you blink, and in one second natasha has stuffed her strap back in her pants. she reaches over and yanks your skirt back into its respectable place before grasping onto your wrist and pulling you out of the booth.
she guides you once again with a hand on your back. you stumble slightly, the pace she was forcing upon you faster than you were prepared for.
you make it to the ladies room, natasha urging you inside before she practically slams the slow closing door shut. she locks it behind her and then she’s on you. in an instant, she lifts you up until your back is pressed firmly against the cold, tiled wall.
there was no use in protesting—not that you wanted to. there was a fire in her eyes, one that you had been craving to gaze upon. it was a mixture of pure desire and frustration you had so carefully worked her up to.
she uses one strong arm to hold you up, the other wrenching her zipper down to free her faux cock. you’re already panting for air as you watch her quick movements.
she enters you in one swift move, holding your body up from the back of your knees. you make a noise that was probably a little too loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care now.
she sets an unforgiving pace, her fingers digging into the fat of your thighs.
“you wanted this, didn’t you.” she grunts out, your body moving with the force of her thrusts.
“yes!” you cry out. you were way beyond being coy and bashful.
natasha reaches a hand up to cover your mouth, muffling the little noises you were making.
“you’re such a fucking whore. goading me until i was pissed enough to fuck you like this.” her voice is breathless from the exertion, but she still maintains the same pace.
“i’m sorry daddy!” you sob behind her hand, willing to beg for forgiveness now that you were getting exactly what you wanted. you didn’t expect to get it in a public place, but it was better than nothing.
“shut the fuck up. don’t want someone to hear you getting fucked now, do we?” her hand slides down to your throat, her fingers wrapping around it. your head feels fuzzy and light, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as her strap pounds perfectly against all the right places.
you slap your hand firmly around your mouth, reminding yourself to stay quiet. truthfully your moans were only one of the things that could get you caught. the obscene noises your wet cunt was making were also very telling of what was happening from behind the bathroom door.
“‘m gonna cum! fuck, don’t stop. please daddy—“ you pant breathlessly, your eyes teary and glassed over as you look at her. natasha was breathless as well, her brows knitted together with pleasure of her own.
“i don’t think so little girl. brats don’t get to cum.” she slows her pace, wanting to keep you on the edge. you whine in protest, throwing your arms around her shoulders in an effort to keep her close.
“oh, please daddy! i’ll be good. i’ll be good for you!” you try to negotiate but it falls deaf on natasha’s ears. there was no changing her mind once it was made up.
her lips curve up into a smile for a brief moment as she huffs out a laugh. she slows even more, your impending orgasm tapering off into nothing. you wanted to cry out again, but you knew there was no use.
“if i let you cum tonight, it’s going to be on my time. not yours.” she cups the side of your face, her gaze still intense but softer than before. she kisses you firmly, relaying control as her lips move against yours and her hips finally still.
she pulls out of you, guiding your wobbly legs until you were standing steadily on the ground. she fixes your skirt and her pants again, making sure the both of you looked presentable before you had to exit the bathroom.
she kisses you again as she smooths some stray hairs behind your ears.
“i really can’t convince you to let me cum right now?” you put on your best pouty face, hoping it’ll do the trick.
she laughs, her fingers curling under your chin. “no, puppy. at least i won’t.” she emphasizes, releasing your face as she turns to unlock the door.
“what does that mean?” you ask carefully, hesitating behind natasha as she holds the door open for you.
“well — you’ve only just partially suffered the consequences on my end — but, you still have your mommy to make up with, remember?”
oh, you were in for a long night.
