warnings .ᐟ sarah cameron x fem!reader — wlw smut, reader with a strap-on, oral (sarah giving), bratty sub!sarah¿, soft dom!reader, teasing, power play, worship, switch dynamics, praise kink, begging, praise kink, grinding, overstimulation, hands-on-throat moment, dirty talk ofc.
a/n: thank you for the request!! love u. it felt too shot with the oral part only so... the rest just kinda happened
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She’s on her knees.
Hair messy from your fingers, cheeks flushed, lips glossy and so cocky for someone about to gag herself on your strap.
“You sure you can take it, princess?” you ask her, voice just slightly mocking, fingers brushing her cheekbone.
Sarah licks her lips slow, eyes never leaving yours. “You’re the one who always says I have a smart mouth,” she smirks. “Might as well put it to good use.”
You raise a brow, letting your hand slide to the back of her neck, gripping lightly. “Might choke you with it.”
Her smile is vile and stunning. “Bet you won’t.”
She doesn't wait for permission.
Sarah leans forward and wraps her lips around the tip of your strap — your favorite one, thick, pretty and pink, the one she likes best when you wear nothing but it.
Her tongue swirls over the silicone like it’s your real cock. Slow, messy, so eager. She bobs her head down a little, just enough to get a reaction out of you, and you let out a slow breath, hips twitching forward.
She hums smugly, like she knows how good she looks, and god, she does — on her knees between your legs, hands on your thighs for balance, drool starting to run down her chin.
“You’re such a showoff,” you murmur, breath hitching as she goes deeper, moaning around the strap like she wants you to feel it. “You just wanted me to watch you like this, huh?”
She pulls back with a lewd pop, hand still stroking the base. “Maybe.” Her voice is raspy. “You gonna fuck my face now, baby?”
That makes your legs twitch — hard.
You grab her by the hair, guiding her back onto the toy, watching her smile fade into a moan as she lets you push it deeper this time.
“Open wider,” you whisper. “Be good for me.”
And Sarah is. For once.
She lets you use her mouth, lets you guide her head back and forth, lets her own spit make it sloppy and loud. Her nails dig into your thighs as she moans around it, needy, like sucking your strap turns her on more than anything else.
Her eyes roll back a little.
“Look at you,” you pant, watching her ruin herself on nothing but silicone. “Fucking obsessed.”
She nods as much as she can with a mouthful of cock.
When you finally pull her off, she gasps for air, face a mess, mouth red and swollen. She’s panting, grinning.
“So,” she breathes, crawling into your lap, grinding herself against the strap like she needs it now. “You gonna fuck me stupid now?”
You smile, thumbing a smear of spit from her chin.
“Only if you keep that pretty mouth shut.”
She pouts. “Not likely.”
“Didn’t think so.”
You flip her onto her back. And she’s already whining the second her back hits the bed — legs spreading, hands tugging at your hips, glazed eyes staring up like she’s half feral already.
“Come on, baby,” she pants, trying to rock up against the strap. “Need you. Please.”
But you take your time.
You drag the tip through her soaked folds, pressing it right where she wants it and then sliding it away again. Just to watch her twitch. Just to make her beg.
“Sarah,” you say lowly, hands holding her thighs open. “You suck my cock so pretty and still forget your manners?”
She moans, head tipping back. “Please,” she gasps. “Please, baby, fuck me—I need it—need you so bad—”
“You sound desperate.”
“I am.”
And that’s when you push in. Slow, deliberate, and deep.
And, God...
Sarah chokes on a sob, legs instantly wrapping around your waist as she clutches at your shoulders.
“Fuck—” she gasps. “Oh my god—yes—”
Her back arches as you start to move, hips rolling into her in steady, brutal thrusts. She clings to you like she’s drowning, nails digging into your back, mouth open and panting.
“You feel that, baby?” you whisper into her ear, biting down gently. “That’s mine. All of this is mine.”
“Yours—yours—fuck, don’t stop—”
You grip her hips harder, slamming into her now, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Her moans grow high and wild, her hands fumbling at your shoulders like she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
You lean back to watch her fall apart. Her hair messy, eyes rolling, lips pink and swollen. So pretty.
You slide a hand to her throat — just a touch, not squeezing, but just there — and her whole body shudders.
“Baby—”
“You gonna come already?” you murmur, still fucking into her like you’re not even close to done. “You cockdrunk little mess. Can’t even talk, huh?”
“I—nghh—yes—yes, please—!”
You fuck her right through it, thrusting deep and relentless as she shatters beneath you, screaming your name, legs trembling. And even then, especially then, you don’t stop.
“There she is,” you growl, pinning her down. “That’s my girl.”
“Please—! Too much—wait—”
“You can take it,” you whisper, kissing her jaw. “You always do. Be good for me, Sarah.”
And she is.
Even when she’s crying and coming again, even when she’s shaking and babbling your name, even when you finally collapse on top of her and kiss her like she’s the only girl in the world.
“I cannot fucking believe you,” Natasha spat, glaring at you in a way you had never seen before. She was the master at concealing the face of her emotions, only ever letting a select few peek behind the mask she wore. You were one of those few who had seen her genuine smiles amongst sly smirks and suggestive grins, the rare moments of crippling fear, sadness and now anger.
“After everything she’s done? You’re going back to her like none of it ever happened? Like she never-” You couldn’t let her finish. You couldn’t hear her bring up the past when you were so close to finally moving past it.
“She apologised for that,” you said quickly. Natasha’s gaze hardened. “She told me that she’s getting help. She’s changed. I think she deserves some credit for that.” Your words came out as a plea.
“She doesn’t deserve shit.” You averted your gaze from your friend, not liking the doubt she was placing in your mind. You knew how it looked - going back to an ex you had cried to her over countless times. But you had been talking to Wanda for a few weeks and it really did seem like she had changed. She had asked you for a second chance and after seeing how much she wanted it, you decided to give her that. It wasn’t like you hadn’t missed her.
“This is just another one of her lies, I thought you would have learnt to spot them by now,” Natasha continued.
“She told me you would say that,” you muttered.
“Of course she did!” Natasha all but yelled. You shrunk back on instinct, one that Wanda had brought about. “Do you hear yourself? Or is she already that deep in your head?”
“She’s not like that anymore!” You exclaimed, wishing Natasha could see Wanda’s potential like you could.
She’s changed, you told yourself again because you had heard the Sokovian say it so many times.
Natasha scoffed.
“I sat by you for months,” she began with a slow deliverance that unnerved you. “I was your shoulder to cry on. Most people go to their partners for that but you couldn’t because yours was the problem. I begged you to leave her and I was so fucking happy when you did. I thought it meant you were going to be able to move on to someone that actually gave a shit about you. Now I see that that could never happen because you don’t want that for yourself. You’re addicted to heartbreak, y/n, so the next time she hurts you don’t you dare come running to me. I’m done.”
Natasha gave you one last glare before she left, leaving you alone to call the only person you could.
*
“Shh, I’m here,” Wanda cooed as she stroked your hair and kept her other arm draped over your trembling form. “She doesn’t understand us is all. You’re in the right place now. You’re okay.” You hiccuped through your tears and clung to your girlfriend tighter. Her shirt was wet with your tears and you felt guilty but Wanda hadn’t said anything, too focused on comforting you. She put you first, because she had changed.
You whimpered in response and Wanda continued her unwavering reassurance. Maybe distance really had made your heart grow fonder as you could’ve sworn your girlfriend’s voice had never soothed you as much as it did in that moment. It washed over you and you bathed in the safety it enforced.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she told you. You smiled against her.
“Me too,” you mumbled. Wanda hummed, lifting your chin so she could look at you clearly and wipe the tears smudged across your cheeks. You closed your eyes at the intimate touch and leant into her palms.
“You should stay the night.” You agreed without much thought, wanting to stay close to your girlfriend so that you wouldn’t feel so alone without Natasha. You wondered if she really was done with you and couldn’t believe that getting back with your ex was reason enough for her to do so. Yes, Wanda hadn’t been great in the past, but that was a different time.
“I’ve missed having you here,” Wanda continued as her hand wandered down to your waist where it settled with her thumb beneath your shirt. You weren’t uncomfortable with the touch, but you were aware it was there. “I never stopped loving you, you know?” You tried to prevent your body stiffening at her words, knowing that she would immediately feel it, but the confession was one you were hoping not to hear at least not so soon.
You and Wanda had had that issue last time. Wanda moved too fast too soon and although it was easy to blame being a stereotype at first, it quickly became something more intense than you could handle. Once she broke out the l word, Wanda thought you could instantly move in with her and applied the pressure to do so. Once you finally gave in you also unknowingly gave up your privacy which Wanda had deemed totally normal. You shook the thought from your mind, she had changed.
“You don’t have to say it back,” she told you once you remained silent for a moment.
“It’s just…” you played with the duvet absently as you considered your words and tried to convince yourself that you didn’t have to walk on eggshells anymore. “I thought we were starting over so it’s a little soon to be-”
“Yeah,” Wanda cut you off with a slight strain to her voice. You looked up and the Sokovian gave you a smile of reassurance that wiped the hesitance from your mind enough for you to settle back in.
The thumb under your shirt was joined by several fingers that caressed your skin lightly and you grabbed the tv remote to distract yourself for several minutes before you selected a sitcom that Wanda seemed to be in the middle of rewatching. At your selection, the redhead placed a small kiss on your forehead.
It didn’t take ten minutes for her hands to begin to wander further up beneath your shirt. “Wanda,” you murmured when her fingertips grazed your bra. You didn’t trust how your skin felt electric under her touch. You were meant to be taking things slow. She hummed in acknowledgment as her fingers danced across your back and settled on the clip of your bra. “Wanda,” you repeated, voice firmer this time as you looked up at her.
Then, her hands went to the backs of your thighs as she sat up in the bed and manoeuvred you to straddle her lap, bringing your faces centimetres apart. You clung to her shirt as your breath hitched, caught off guard by the way the emerald in her eyes glistened with excitement. “I missed you,” she told you again, slipping her hand behind your neck to close the distance between you. She tasted just as you remembered and kissed you with that same vigour. She always kissed you like it was the last one or as if she had a point to make, always so unrelenting.
“Wait,” you muttered when she briefly paused to let you breathe. Her lips were on your again before you could continue. It was dizzying. So much so that when she finally moved away to kiss your neck you still couldn’t get your words out.
“Slow down,” you eventually managed but Wanda didn’t appear to be in a listening mood.
“You want this,” she told you when she dragged your shirt over your head. “I want this,” she continued, laying you down on the bed as she kissed the valley between your breasts. You had always been so weak to her advances, unable to ever deny her even if you were feeling too tired from a long day or pained from a workout. Wanda had a way of making you forget everything except your need for her, as though she had engrained herself in every fibre of your being.
When you looked down at her, you were left in only your underwear and Wanda was pulling her own shirt off to expose the lace she wore beneath. You didn’t get a chance to admire it because she was on you again, latching her lips onto your nipples as her hand snaked between your legs. She chuckled when she felt the damp cloth of your underwear.
“Still so needy,” she murmured. “You haven’t changed.”
“Have you?” Your voice was shaky but you knew the redhead heard you. She didn’t answer, instead pushing your underwear to the side so she could rub your clit that pulsed under her touch. You were familiar with that game - using sex to distract you from your doubts. It was pathetic that it still worked.
Wanda dragged her long fingers down your slit, collecting the slick before pushing two fingers inside and groaning at the tightness she was met with. “Have you let anyone else touch this pussy?” She nipped at your neck as she steadily pumped her fingers into your cunt.
“No,” you admitted. It had always felt like a betrayal when you had gotten close, despite being broken up with Wanda for a year. You wouldn’t tell her, but you had still thought about her when you got yourself off at night. There was a lot to be said about your past relationship with the Sokovian, but no one had ever fucked you like she did.
“That’s my good girl,” she praised, sucking a deep mark into your neck, as though she couldn’t wait more than twenty four hours of you being back together to mark you as hers. You didn’t want to know if that blind devotion went both ways. You weren’t ready to be met with that telling avoidance again. So you leant into your girlfriend instead.
“All mine,” she continued as she began to thrust her fingers harder, reaching deeper inside you than you could yourself.
“Yours,” you muttered because you really couldn’t help yourself. You didn’t care that you were adding fuel to the fire as long as the burn of Wanda’s touch didn’t stop. You would have to deal with the consequences later.
“I love you,” she said, breath hot against your skin. “I know you love me too.” You pulled Wanda away from your neck and kissed her desperately. If she was going to keep playing her games, you were going to at least try and win a round. You seemed to take the redhead by surprise when you slipped your tongue into her mouth but she didn’t freeze for more than a second, unrelenting on giving up any of the control you were fighting for. She bit on your lip and pressed her thumb to your clit while her fingers found that special spot that made you shudder.
“I love you,” she repeated, as though her win had made her giddy and she wasn't in the middle of making you a mess. You whined, clenching around her digits as you felt your orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Wanda knew the signs of you squirming and stilled her fingers inside of you.
“Wanda,” you whined, giving her a pleading look that only made her smirk. It was unfair how hot she was when she was arrogant.
“Tell me you still love me,” she demanded. You tried to look away but she grabbed your jaw with her free hand. “I know you do. Tell me the truth and I’ll let you cum.”
“Wanda,” you tried. She flexed her fingers, pressing so hard against the back of your pussy that your back arched off the bed.
“Tell me,” she repeated, eyes glazed with a dangerous need that you had always been guilty of encouraging.
“I love you,” you admitted. There had been times when you hated Wanda, yet you never stopped yearning for her. You were tangled in an insatiable knot that you never really tried to escape from, not when it felt so good to be trapped.
“Cum for me, detka,” Wanda instructed as her fingers resumed their unbashful rhythm that made your body preen and eventually release onto the redhead’s fingers with a cry. “Give me another,” she demanded as soon as she added a digit and continued to finger you deep and hard. Your body followed her cue, wrapped around her and clenching for more.
You lost count of the amount of orgasms she coaxed from your submitted body, each one more tiring than the last until your body was shaking even when she wasn’t touching you. Every spare breath you had she stole with a kiss and although both your bodies were covered with a thin layer of sweat she still pulled you flush against her when she deemed you had enough.
You watched with hooded eyes as your girlfriend sucked on her digits, moaning softly as your taste overcame her taste buds. She grinned at you before it turned softer, more tender, and placed a kiss on your shoulder as she held your frail frame.
“Just as sweet as I remember,” she chuckled, because nothing had really changed.
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