She/Her | 20 | Lesbian 18+ MDNI | I reblog a lot I have one story that I wrote https://www.tumblr.com/igsuhrheos/716761542124879872/bathtub-fun-wanda-maximoff-this-is-my-first
Wanda’s a bottom and Y/N is a people pleaser. What more could you want?
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Warnings: mention of alcohol, fingering, a bit of degradation, praise, neck squeezing, y/n is AFAB but it’s pretty gender neutral.
Translation: Милый-(sweetheart),
Детка-(baby)
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Tonight was again,a big party Stark put together but tonight he had a reason, a reason he used most of the time but most of the time, it worked. It was because there had been a whole month full of missions and training without any fatal accidents or anything that cost him a lot of money. So all the money he would’ve spent on the injured people he used it to host a party, and more importantly a party with alcohol.
But now it’s the middle of the party and some how it got even louder than before,with you and Wanda all danced out and a bit tipsy you take a break only now you’re realizing that Wanda is nowhere to be found. She said to you awhile ago that she was going to get something to drink and you thought that she was just sitting down some where.
Looking around you can’t find her anywhere, so when you walk up to Natasha and Tony with a confused expression and no Wanda on your arm before you can even speak.
“No, Y/N ,we haven’t seen your girlfriend” Natasha says with a smirk.
“She’s not my girlfriend”
“But you want her to be, we see the way you guys look at each other” said Tony with the same smirk as Natasha.
With a pink face you say “Why am I even friends with you guys?”
Natasha replies with a “because you love us” and Tony follows up with a “but not as much as she loves her little witch”
With a quick “i hate you” you start to walk away but make a u-turn and go to the bar to grab a bottle of wine and some glasses.
When you pass by them again you get a “go get her, tiger” from Nat and a complaint from Tony about stealing his alcohol.
If Wanda walked away from the party without telling you is because, she’s probably stressed. So with the wine bottle in hand you go and try to find her. You look on the balcony, in the kitchen, in her room, etc. So the final place you look is your room seeing how you and Wanda sleep in the same room sometimes, and that’s where you find her but not in your bed watching sitcoms like normal.
No,she’s in your bathroom,in the tub with the door wide open but it’s not the first time you’ve seen Wanda naked it’s been several actually but never like this anyway, just laying there with warm water over her body just so relaxed to the point where it looks like she’s almost asleep.
So as quietly as you can so you don’t scare her you walk into the bathroom and make yourself known “You left me alone down there y’know” and despite you trying not to scare her you know you failed when she shoots up and lets out a little yelp.
“Don’t do that you sacred me” she says, as she lays back down after knowing it’s just you and not some random party goer, but before she can reprehend you some more she gets a good look at you but of course she’s seen you tonight many many times, more than she would like to let on.
Even though it just barely an hour ago she thought back to how you held her close on the dance floor, how your hand was always reaching for her or touching her, how her painted red lips were on your neck and how they left a residue mark of lipstick on your collar.
When she looked down she saw the wine bottle and glasses in your hand and with an airy giggle she asked “Don’t you think we already had enough to drink tonight” as she pointed at the bottle. “Oh you think this is for you, no way, you left me. Out there. All alone.”
She simply just rolled her eyes and shook her head at you “I didn’t leave you alone” she said “Nat was right by you, a little too close” she spoke the last part under her breath but you heard it. “You sound a little jealous don’t you think, Witchy.” Y/N said with a smirk. Now, with her face a more flushed than before, but not because of the heat in the bathroom, it’s because of your teasing tone.
She lets a fake hurt gasp “I am not jealous” and this time she gets even more red by your saying “If you were jealous” before you even get to finish your thought, she interrupts “But I’m not” with her voice going up a bit when she finishes her sentence, a telltale sign she’s lying, you continue from where you left off “If you were jealous, you have no reason to be.” She then titles her head to the side with the perfect look of innocence as if she has no idea where this is going “I’m all yours, pretty girl.” She softly gasps as if she’s never heard such words before, but it wasn’t, time and time again from the moment you first met Wanda from being friends to where you two are right now.
You always put Wanda first no matter what and you always reassured her in anyway she would ask for it. Once she got over her shocked state,she realized you had now sat down outside the tub and opened the bottle. She then grabbed the wine glass you offered her, and of course you poured her glass first. She accepted it with a smile,that she only ever gave to you, “My sweet girl,” she thought.
Once your glass was a little ways filled, you were already tipsy from the drinks you had at the party and just from looking at Wanda and the way she was looking at you, she asked with a smirk, eyes shining with mischief, “So you’re all mine?”
As fast as her brother you answered “Of course I am” with a loving smile, “Would you do anything for me? Anything I asked?” She pondered.
With a questionable look you gave her the sarcastic answer of “What you want me to scream it from the rooftops?” Even though it was said as a joking you and Wanda both knew you would do it, if she had asked you or not.
She laughed at your sarcastic statement and taking a sip of her wine, so she could say her next sentence without chickening out “Would you like to get in with me?” she said sitting up and scooting forward so there’s space for you behind her.
Honestly, you were a little bit caught off guard, thinking that she was gonna ask you to go get her some clothes so she could get out and go to bed. But of course you liked this idea a bit better, you were also a little nervous.
Obviously you and Wanda have had sex before, anyone that looked your guys way either knew or thought that it’s just a matter of time before you “jump each others bones” as Tony put it. You’ve had sex in the bed, a quickie in a broom closet or in the kitchen when you could, even in the shower after not seeing each other for awhile because of missions or even just because you had both gotten out of training, and with all the panting and the sweating done in the gym, it just migrated into the shower along with more panting and hushed moaning.
But this, this felt vulnerable, having to just sit there, it was never easy to sit next to Wanda without having the urge to do something, let alone a naked, tipsy, wet Wanda.
Of course, as always you did it, for Wanda. You asked Wanda to hold your glass for you, then you started to get undressed,starting with your belt that held up your pants, then your white buttoned up shirt. If Wanda was being honest with her self she was a little sad to see the shirt go because of the way it fit your body, to it hugging your biceps and your shoulders, and the lipstick mark that she left.
Then the shirt was completely off and of course she seen you without clothes on but “fuck”, without the shirt she could she everything, the defined muscles of your arms, your tight abdomen that you worked on for hours in the gym.
Then came the pants, she already knew that your legs were pretty defined, of course she would, no, she could spend hours grinding and grinding down onto your thighs. It made it even better when you helped her move her hips.
Then, the boxers, she absolutely loved you in boxers the way they hugged your waist and ass, she honestly couldn’t get enough of you, with or without your clothes.
After you were fully undressed you finally stepped into the tub and laid back. Right away Wanda laid down on your chest with her back to your front and your arms on the side of the tub once you grabbed your glass back from her.
“This is nice” she said in a voice full of contempt.
“This is the only thing you wanted me to do for you?”
She turned her head side ways and looked back at you “Did you want more, Детка?” She asked in a sultry voice, her accent coming out a bit since she’s more relaxed than before.
With a red face and a kiss to her shoulder you answered “N-no I was just checking to see if I could do anything else for you.”
“My sweet girl, wanting to do so much for me, but there is one more thing you could do for me.” She said in a voice that made a shiver go down your spine.
“W-whatever you want, Wands.”
Now with you exactly how Wanda wants you to be, sweet, willing to do anything she desires. It’s no secret that you are the one who is in control in the bedroom, you would most likely go back to having control in the next few minutes, but Wanda couldn’t care less. She liked when you had your way with her, most of the time it was hot and heavy but gentle with praise and on the off chance, degradation.
Wanda was a fan of both, it was you who didn’t really like to degrade her, as you told her time and time again when she asked why you didn’t want to and it was always the same “You’re to precious to say mean things to” or “Your pussy always gets so wet when I praise you, so why would I change that?”
But this time it was an off chance, with the drinks and everything happening around you, you think you could do it just a little bit.
Whilst you were, once again, wondering what she wanted you to do for her. She said “How ‘bout you be a, good girl, and touch me?”
Again, with lightening speed you got to work to make Wanda happy. You took yours and her empty wine glasses and put them on the floor outside of the tub.
Now with your hands free, you wrapped your arms around her stomach and caressed her sides, digging your fingertips into her just enough to get a soft sigh from her. She moved her hands into the back of your head into your hair and pulled you forward so that she could crash her lips into yours.
With her lips moving sloppily against yours you decided it would be a good time to let your hands trail all over her body, from her breasts, to where you twisted and pulled her hard nipples, to her thighs where you squeezed and pulled them apart so that they were opened enough to your liking.
Now with her legs spread you disconnected your lips from hers and let them trail down her jaw, to neck then to her ear, where you asked “Are you needy, my love?” She then proceeded to let out a low moan along with a whiny “yes.”
With that response you brought your hands away from her thighs, and the place she wanted you the most, one of them going to wrap around her neck with a gentle squeeze and the other hand back to right where her hip and legs meet.
With a huff she said “If you don’t get to work soon I’m doing it myself, and you can just sit there and watch.” She was expecting you to do as you were told, but she definitely didn’t expect you to laugh at her, you actually laughed at her and before she could even process getting mad and telling you off, you said, “Stop being a brat unless you want me to fuck it out of your system.” With a playful degrading voice and another squeeze to her neck.
After that she went silent with a red face, which you followed up with a nip to her ear and a “That’s my good girl.” Now with a very needy Wanda who was practically shaking with arousal. Now you just needed one more thing from her before you actually touched her.
With you moving the hand that was on her hip back up to her breast,“I know you like thinking you can boss me around. But be honest with yourself baby, you like it so much more when I’m in charge, don’t you?” You say while sliding your fingers over her wet pussy, and even though she’s wet from the water, you can feel the sticky slick that you could spend hours devouring.
With a buck of her hips towards your hand that you moved before she could get what she wanted. With a hoarse voice she pleaded “P-please, Детка?”
With your hand tilting her head back so it could rest on your shoulder and a kiss to her cheek, you wanted to tease her a little bit more so you asked,”Please what, pretty girl? I know you can ask better than that pathetic attempt. Go on beg for me,my slutty girl.”
A sob made its way through Wanda’s lips and then came her begs for pleasure, “Please t-touch me Милый. I-I’ll be a good girl. Just please fuck me.”
Wanting to push her a little more you asked, “Are you mine?”
“Yes! All yours”
“You promise?”
“I promise! Just touch me, please.”
Your fingers then started to move slowly over her pussy making her squirm and whine. But when you moved your fingers to her clit and teased “Does that feel good, my love? You like when I touch your pussy like this?”
With lust and arousal surrounding her, just nodding and moaning loudly in your ear as a sign of yes and for you to keep going. But of course you were in control, you weren’t just gonna let her get away with her not verbally answering you. So you pulled away your fingers from her pussy and getting a whiny, “Why did you stop” along with a pout.
“When I ask you a question I expect an answer, understand ” you said with a hand still on her throat and a light slap against her inner thigh.
“Y-yes”
“Yes, what?”
With a flushed face she replied “yes, I understand” in a meek voice.
“Very good, see that wasn’t so hard was it.” Whilst saying this your hand slipped back to its position on her pussy, and started to tease her opening.
By now you could tell Wanda was close to her orgasm and so to help her get there you pushed a single digit in her, finally getting what she wants you’re rewarded with a moan, a smile, and a pleasure filled “thank you.”
Whilst pumping your single digit in her you asked,”Is this what you wanted, my Wanda? Me to finger your pretty needy pussy?”
With a hip buck, a loud moan and something along the lines of “more” and “faster” you decided that she had enough teasing for tonight or at least for now. So now replacing one finger with two, you started to pump your fingers faster, just as she had requested.
After a couple of seconds you heard the lust induced “I-I’m close, Детка.” With a sultry laugh from your end, you curled your fingers and with a feigned sad voice “All ready? But I just got started, can’t you hold on a little while longer.”
She nodded her head but you both knew she wouldn’t last longer than you actually wanted her to. So with a “y’know, maybe if you begged me, I might let you cum right now.”
Without having to ask anymore she let out a breathless sentence of,”Please, please, please, can I cum? I’ve been so good for you.” As you acted like you were thinking about it, she turned her head and started to kiss your neck feverishly, in hopes it would help persuade your mind in letting her cum.
With you bringing her head back up so you could whisper into her ear “Since you asked so nicely, cum for me, my beautiful slutty girl, cum on my fingers.” and with your permission that’s what she did. She grabbed your face and brought your lips together while she squirmed, and moaned.
Once she let go of your face and you stared to pepper kisses to her cheeks, neck, shoulders really anywhere you could reach. You gave her time to come down from her high with praises of “You did so good for me.” and “So pretty when you cum like that.”
With her turning her head towards you she showed off a dazzling smile and a “thank you for everything.” and a “No problem, princess.” from you she brought into another kiss but this one was calm and loving but with the taste of the wine from her mouth brought into your mouth you couldn’t wait to ask if you could go for round two.
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୨ৎ - Wearing a skirt so she can have easy access
୨ৎ - Eating you out from behind
୨ৎ - Taking her anger out on you
୨ৎ - Videos you send her with the toys she bought you while shes out at work
୨ৎ - Securing her thighs with a vibrator cause she can't seem to behave
୨ৎ - Emily coming on your skirt
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Her sons girlfriend sneaks into her room late at night for some “cuddles”
Giving nerd!wanda a reward for another tutoring session
“‘M sorry, baby, but you were whimpering in your sleep! I just had to touch you…don’t be mad at me!”
Wanda coming home from a mission and barely being able to take off her clothes before she starts grinding on your half-asleep body
Helping Wanda with her sore, dripping nipples like the good nanny you are
1980’s!Wanda couldn’t help but invite neighbor!R over when Vision’s on a work trip…
Scarlet Witch trying to calm down Doctor Strange’s daughter after she kidnapped her
Bulky cowgirl!Wanda needing to use housewife!R after a long morning on the ranch
This is how stepmommy!Wanda wakes you up every morning, even if it means being late to breakfast
Cheerleader!Wanda swore she was straight until she somehow found herself grinding on your strap begging for more
Testing a few things out with your best friend
Professor!Wanda fucking you with the same lollipop you won’t stop sucking in front of her in class
The videos your wife sends you at work
Needing to play with Wanda’s leaking breasts as she fingers you after the boys finally went to sleep
Being a CEO means you’re always in charge at work, but when you get home, Wanda ensures you give up all that power to her, never letting you take charge
Pervy college roommate!Wanda taking all your stuff to masturbate with, giggling when you use it the next day unknowingly
Drunk emo!wanda pulling aside her brothers best friend at a party
After rescuing Wanda from Sokovia, you show her all of the things she never heard of before. All while she clings to you helplessly
content warnings: Non Consent, strapon, slight nipple play
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Wanda looks so soft like this. Her skin glows where the streetlight hits it, streaming through the gap in your curtains. Her eyelashes are long, her eyebrows twitching in her sleep as she mumbles, wrapping herself tighter around you. God, you can even count her freckles, your gaze wandering over her sharp cheekbones. Her hair is splayed out, a strand landing on your chest as she nuzzles further into your shoulder.
"Baby?" You whisper, biting your lip at the low noise she makes in response.
It's adorable, really.
She shifts again, her legs tightening around yours as you feel her press herself into your thigh. Fuck. You let your hand slowly drift across her skin, from her waist up to her chest, grateful that you both prefer to sleep nude.
Her nipples are hard. Your fingers gently grab one, pinching it softly as Wanda makes a breathy sound, her eyebrows furrowing. She responds so well to you, and you instantly want more.
You cup her breast, squeezing it as you feel yourself grow wet. Fuck, you want your strap. You want to be buried inside her, fucking her until she melts into you.
Patience. It's a long game.
You press your nose against her hair, continuing to knead her breast as she lets out small, sleepy whimpers. You inhale deeply, letting her vanilla shampoo invade your senses. She was your favorite scent, haunting your every waking moment and invading your dreams.
Safe to say, you were hooked on her. Obsessed, even.
Moving slowly, you rest her head on the pillow, positioning yourself above her. You need to taste her. You want to draw out more of those lovely whimpers, the sound only serving to make you more desperate for her.
Her hands fall limply to her sides, her fingers curling in her sleep. You grab her wrists, pulling them until they rest above her head. There. Now she was perfect, practically vulnerable, splayed out on the sheets.
"My good girl," you whisper, dragging your tongue down her sweet neck as you feel her shiver beneath you.
Wanda remains asleep, her body responding to your touch. Her back arches slightly, her hips softly humping against yours as you place gentle kisses against her skin.
You suck gently, not daring to leave a hickey. The dull pain might wake her, and you're having too much fun to risk that.
Your teeth scrape against her collarbone as you move lower, your mouth watering in anticipation. One of your favorite things is to suck on her breasts, and Wanda often strutted around the house topless in the hope that you'd do just that.
Her nipple tastes amazing, hard against your tongue as you suck gently. You take as much of her breast in your mouth as you can, your tongue circling the skin as you stimulate her. You could probably get off on this alone, but you force yourself to pull away, giving the same attention to her other breast.
You take a moment to admire her, those perfect nipples hard and covered in your saliva. They're puffy and slightly red, evidence of your stimulation. She looks perfect like this, so thoroughly debouched for you. Your perfect girl.
Your clit throbs. You need to be inside her.
Reaching across the bed, you pull open the drawer of the nightstand, wincing as the wood gently scrapes. Your fingers wrap around the strap, already attached to its harness, and you grab the bottle of lube beside it. You're sure that Wanda is wet enough to take you, but you don't want to risk her waking up.
It only takes a moment to strap the harness to yourself, the dildo gleaming wickedly in the moonlight as you stroke yourself, coating its length with lube. You position yourself between her thighs, spreading her legs as you easily manipulate her body to your satisfaction.
God. She's soaked. Her arousal clings to her, and you gently rub your finger through her folds, bringing it to your mouth and sucking eagerly. She tastes amazing, sweet, and utterly yours.
You squirt a little more lube onto the tip of your strap before gently rubbing it against her. You can see her clit harden as you gently nudge it with your strap.
"You're so good for me," you whisper, gently guiding the tip inside her. Wanda moans softly, twitching. "Such a good girl for me."
A strand of your hair falls into your eyes, and you brush it back impatiently, running a hand through it. You needed more pomade; the short strands are stubbornly soft without it, but there's no time.
You slide the strap in, taking your time. Wanda twitches slightly, her eyelids fluttering softly, but she remains asleep. You nearly groan as you bottom out, the base of your strap pressed against her. Reaching down, you apply soft pressure against her clit as you pull out.
You almost lose your composure when Wanda lets out a soft moan, her fingers curling around the pillow. Reminding yourself that you have to go slow, you thrust back into her.
There's almost no friction, your strap easily sliding back into her. You begin to thrust, slow and gentle, working her body up as she dreams. It's absolute heaven.
Wanda's skin begins to flush, creeping up her neck and making her cheeks a rosy pink shade that makes you want to fuck her harshly until she's begging you to stop. You refrain, fucking her slowly as you gently circle her clit.
"You're perfect like this," you murmur, pumping your strap deep inside her and watching her face as it contorts into an expression of pleasure. "So compliant for me, my perfect, needy girl."
Wanda's breathing grows heavier, and you can tell that she's close to waking up. She lets out a cute moan, the sound breathless and wanting, and you lose control.
Bending over, you grab her wrists harshly, smirking as her eyes fly open. Your hips move quickly, roughly fucking into her as a moan tears from her throat. Her pupils are dilated, her eyes locked on yours as you fuck into her.
"What-"
"Shut the fuck up," you growl, your tone harsh. She just nods, whimpering as you fuck her harder. She's biting her lip, trying not to make a sound.
"None of that," you command, kissing her and biting down on her bottom lip, pulling it with her teeth. "I want to hear you, baby. You were making such desperate noises in your sleep for me, don't stop now."
Wanda doesn't hold back. Her moans sound like a symphony of angels as you fuck her, desperate whimpers accompanying the beautiful noise of her wet pussy around your strap.
"I want you to cum for me, baby," you murmur, your voice gravely as you slam your hips into her.
"Yes," Wanda gasps out. "Make me cum, I need it. Fuck, you make me feel so good."
You smile, leaning down to suck one of her nipples into your mouth, biting down as you fuck her harder.
Wanda lets out a strangled gasp, her back arching as you feel her pussy clenching around your strap.
"Fuck, I'm… fuck."
"That's it, sweetheart," you murmur, loosening your bite as you suck her nipple into your mouth. "Cum for me."
Wanda cums. It's beautiful, her back arching as she moans lowly, the sound desperate and needy, music to your ears. Your clit throbs against the base of the strap, your orgasm rising as you fuck Wanda through hers.
Your hips twitch, and you rub her clit furiously as you cum. Wanda's body is trembling from the aftershocks, but you don't care. She's yours to use as you please, and she fucking loves it.
As you cum, Wanda is thrown into a second orgasm, her fingers clenched tightly around the pillow as she whimpers beneath you.
"Beautiful," you murmur, finally slowing your thrusts as your orgasm fades. You're body is warm, tingling from the afterglow of your orgasm, and you slowly slide your strap out.
Wanda smiles slowly, a blissful look on her face as she wraps her arms around your neck. Her fingers play with the short hairs on your neck, her eyes sparkling as she looks up at you.
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A/N: day 4 of kinktober! this is somno in a way that it's actually after the fact. as always all kinks, especially those that dip kinda into dubcon, should always be discussed first and consented to by both parties. have fun yall typing out the tags felt like i was taking critical HP hits <3
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Wanda woke up to your side of the bed long been empty and cold. She recalls you mentioned that you needed to go to the office earlier than usual to prepare for a presentation. She tries to reach for her phone on the bedside drawer on her side, only to come up empty. But when she stretches her legs and rolls her ankles, she feels a different kind of aching in her thighs. A delicious kind of aching that only happens when you've spread her legs to their limit.
Just the thought of you opening her legs wider was enough to have her clenching her pussy walls. Then she feels something drip out of her hole.
Wanda slips her hand inside her panties, her fingers met with abundant wetness. She moans at the feel of it, at the knowledge that she's been drenching the sheets with her arousal in her sleep. She dips two fingers inside her, just up until the first knuckle initially, and when she feels the telltale feeling of your cum inside her, she moans loudly.
Fuck, she thinks, you creampied her while she's asleep.
Now she knows why the muscles on her legs ache, knows why her phone is not in its usual place on the top of her drawer. With her other hand, she reaches under your pillow, and soon enough she feels the shape of your phone.
She hurriedly grabs it, unlocking it with her fingerprint. There's an unread text in your conversation with Wanda.
Good morning, pretty girl. Hope you like what I left you. There's more for you to watch.
Wanda was actually the one to broach the subject with you, admitting that she finds it hot thinking about waking up full of your cum without her knowledge. That it has been a recurring fantasy of hers when she fucks herself. She even researched about the types of sleeping pills that would knock her out to let you have your way with her without waking up.
After testing the pills on different nights by setting up multiple alarms, she was able to narrow it down to one brand that let her sleep through the night without as much as getting disturbed by the alarm or of you waking her up to turn it off. She was only a little bit sorry that your sleep has been getting interrupted nightly but she knows you're just as excited as her every time you report the results of the experiment, your smile wicked and indulgent as you recall if she stirred during the night.
Wanda gave you the bottle and made you promise to not tell her if you dissolved the sleeping pill in the water you always make her drink before bed.
It had been over a few weeks since then and she has actually forgotten about it, the initial anticipation she couldn't help but feel during the first days have dissipated.
You did always know what's best for her and how to ruin her deliciously.
With her right hand still buried inside her panties, she painstakingly navigates to the private folder you have on your phone with only her left hand.
She sees a new video dated today.
Without further ado, Wanda presses play.
What greets her is a sight of your hard cock in your hand, glistening with what she assumes is lube. You slide your length through her folds, dipping the tip on her hole, teasing her. She has a front view of how her pussy gets wetter with every pass of your shaft over her clit.
When you slip your cock inside her, you point the phone towards her sleeping face — brows furrowed, mouth slightly parted open. Wanda buries her fingers inside her pussy and matches the rhythm of your thrusts.
The video becomes shaky and the speakers capture your soft pants and quiet grunts of pleasure. But still, you persist in capturing the way her cunt swallows your cock.
With the camera still trained on her pussy, your voice floats through, “Wonder what you're dreaming about while I'm fucking you, baby.”
You wiggle a little, digging your knees in on the mattress to balance yourself as your free hand comes up to rub her clit. Your thrusts have started to falter, the video now trembling on your hold. The familiar hitch of your breath when you're about to cum is loud and clear.
“Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Wands.” You thrust a few more times until you bury your cock to the hilt.
Wanda slides a third finger inside her pussy, her own thrusts going faster and harder. When you pull out slowly and let the last of your cum spill over her puffy hole, the filthy sight is enough to send her off to her own orgasm.
Only the sounds of Wanda's hard breathing and your soft pants through the phone speakers can be heard for a while.
Then, your phone rings and the caller ID shows Wanda's picture. She doesn't let it ring twice.
“Did you like my gift?” your voice filters through, your tone all too smug like a cat who got the cream.
You’re stretched out on your stomach across the bed when you hear the front door open, the familiar sound of Emily’s keys hitting the side table. The soft click of the lock sliding into place. You glance up just as she walks into the room, hair a little mussed from the drizzle outside, rain dotting the shoulders of her jacket.
She looks exhausted, tension in her jaw and dark circles under those sharp, beautiful eyes, but fuck — she’s still so stupidly gorgeous you swear it does something dangerous to you. That tailored coat, dark jeans hugging her hips, the faint flush in her cheeks from the cold.
You’d been waiting for her like a starved thing, picturing this exact moment all damn day. And now that she’s here, you can feel your pulse start to hammer, a low, persistent ache already blooming between your legs.
The smirk you give her makes her brow lift in that way you love — like she already knows you’re about to be a fucking menace. “Why are you grinning like that?” she murmurs, voice scratchy from the weather, loosening her cuffs.
You push up on your elbows, letting your gaze drag over every inch of her, practically licking your lips. “Because you have no idea what I wanna do to you right now,” you reply, voice lower, thick with intent. And God, the way her mouth twitches at that, trying not to smile, makes your stomach twist tight.
You don’t give her time to argue. You cross the room in a few quick steps, reaching for the lapels of her coat, fingers curling into the damp material as you pull her toward you.
Her scent hits you immediately — rain, spice, a trace of her perfume — and your brain short-circuits. You crash your mouth to hers, slow but filthy, tongues tangling, lips parting, that first kiss messy and desperate like you’ve both needed this all day.
The sound she makes when you nip at her bottom lip, the way she leans into you like she can’t help herself, sends a bolt of heat straight to your cunt. You rock your hips up against her, just enough to feel the drag of your panties, to let her feel the damp spot you know’s already there.
“Jesus, you’re worked up,” she groans against your mouth, hand slipping around to grip the back of your neck.
You smile, teeth grazing her jaw as you nip your way down to the curve of her throat.
“Been thinking about you since this morning,” you murmur, letting your hands slip beneath her shirt, palms skating up her warm, soft stomach. She shivers beneath your touch, her skin pebbling.
You swear you could get off just on the way she responds to you, every hitch in her breath, every tiny tremor. “Couldn’t stop picturing your tits in this bra.” You palm them, greedy and unashamed, squeezing until she groans, her back arching into your hands.
“Fuck, baby,” she hisses, but she doesn’t stop you. She never does.
Your fingers work the button of her jeans, popping it open with a flick, dragging the zipper down slow, teasing, loving the way her breath catches when your knuckles graze the warmth between her legs. She’s wet already, the heat of her radiating through damp lace, and you nearly whimper because there’s something about Emily Prentiss slick and throbbing for you in her jeans after a long day that drives you out of your fucking mind.
“You’ve been like this the whole way home?” you tease, slipping your hand inside, fingers stroking through damp curls, down to her swollen, slick folds. She groans, her hips rocking toward you, her jaw clenched like she’s trying to stay composed, and it’s so goddamn hot you feel your own pussy clench in response.
“You’re disgusting,” she mutters, but she’s smiling now, eyes darker, lids heavy, voice frayed at the edges like she’s barely holding it together.
You grin against her throat, tongue dragging over her pulse.
“You fucking love it.”
You steer her toward the bed, one hand still cupping her through her panties, the other pushing her jeans down as she walks backward. She sits with a soft exhale, legs parting instinctively, and God she looks obscene like this.
Dark hair mussed, lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed, those perfect tits rising and falling in time with her ragged breaths. You crawl over her, hands everywhere, lips ghosting over her skin. You mouth at the curve of her throat, down the dip between her breasts, teeth catching on the lace of her bra, dragging it down to expose one dusky nipple. You suck it into your mouth, flicking your tongue over the hardened peak, and the sharp gasp she lets out makes your stomach tighten painfully.
You fucking love the sounds she makes.
Low, rough, desperate — the way she moans when you graze your teeth over sensitive skin, the way her breath stutters when your hand slides between her thighs again, fingers finding her clit, circling it slow, teasing. You watch how her body reacts, how her stomach tenses, hips twitching, the muscle in her thigh jumping.
“You should see yourself,” you rasp, lifting your head to meet her eyes, your own voice unsteady now. “So fucking pretty like this. All flushed and needy.”
And she groans at your words, head tipping back, a soft curse spilling from her lips. You watch her hand slide down, fingers brushing yours, and you realize what she’s doing. Your cunt throbs. She’s touching herself, rubbing tight, frantic little circles as your fingers slip lower, teasing at her entrance.
“You wanna watch me, huh?” she breathes, a wicked gleam in her eye even as her voice cracks.
“God, yeah. Show me how bad you need it.”
She groans again, fingers slick with her own wetness, hips canting up. The sight of it — Emily Prentiss with her legs spread, touching herself while you watch from between her thighs — is so filthy you swear you could come untouched.
You lean in, tongue flicking over one nipple, your free hand palming her other breast, and you’re not even pretending to be patient now. The air smells like her, like sweat and rain and arousal, and you drag your tongue lower, over the soft slope of her stomach, teeth nipping at sensitive skin.
You yank her panties down and she lets you, one hand still moving between her legs, and you catch her wrist before she can finish. You bring her wet fingers to your mouth, sucking them clean, tasting her, groaning low and shameless because she’s so fucking sweet you can’t stand it.
“Jesus Christ,” she pants, watching you, pupils blown wide.
“You taste so fucking good,” you mutter, sliding two fingers into her slick heat, feeling the way her body clenches around you instantly, and you swear it’s like your own pussy throbs in time with hers. Her hips buck, a ragged moan spilling from her lips as your thumb finds her clit, circling it just how she likes, your tongue laving over her nipples, the sounds of her falling apart filling the room.
Your fingers slip inside her like they belong there, and fuck, the way she clenches around them makes your whole body ache. She’s hot — so wet it’s obscene, your palm getting slick with it as you push deeper, curling just right until her hips jerk.
You can feel how swollen she is, soft, slippery walls pulsing tight around your knuckles, her arousal coating your skin, sticky and warm. Every time you thrust your fingers in, there’s this soft, sinful sound — the wet, sucking noise of her pussy trying to keep you in, and you swear you could come just listening to it.
“Fuck, you feel that, Em?” you rasp against her chest, your teeth grazing over one nipple again as your wrist works between her thighs. “Hear how wet you are for me?”
“Jesus,” she breathes, hips rocking against your hand. Her face is flushed, lips parted, dark eyes glazed with lust. She looks wrecked already, hair stuck to her damp temples, her throat working as she swallows down another moan. You watch her chest rise and fall in fast, shallow breaths, those perfect tits heaving with each gasp you pull from her. God, you love her like this — sweaty, needy, raw.
“You’re gonna make me come so fast if you keep talking like that,” she manages, voice wrecked, a desperate, broken edge to it now.
You grin, licking a stripe up the curve of one breast before you press your lips to her ear.
“Good. I wanna feel you gush all over my hand, baby. Wanna watch that pretty pussy clench and soak me.”
And it fucking does — you feel her clamp down, those silken muscles fluttering around your fingers, and her back arches off the bed like she can’t stop it. Your thumb circles her clit faster now, relentless, knowing exactly how to wind her up tight. Every stroke has her hips chasing your hand, those long legs falling open wider, thighs trembling against your shoulders. She’s so sensitive you can see the way her stomach jumps with every touch, muscles flexing under flushed skin.
Her voice goes high, breath catching, and then she’s babbling, a beautiful filthy stream of curses and pleas.
“Yeah, you are,” you growl, watching the way her cunt grips your fingers, her slick soaking your hand, the obscene wet sound of it filling the room. “Come for me, Emily. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart.”
And she does.
With a shattered, desperate cry of your name, her whole body tenses, thighs clamping around your wrist as her pussy spasms around your fingers. You feel it — the gush of wetness, her slick coating your hand as she comes hard, hips bucking wildly. Her face contorts, jaw slack, eyes squeezed shut, dark hair sticking to her flushed face. You can see how her tits bounce with every jerk of her body, nipples so hard they ache to be in your mouth again.
“Holy… shit,” she gasps, one hand fisting the sheets, the other clinging to your wrist like she can’t bear for you to stop.
You ease her through it, fingers fucking her slower now, still pressing deep, your thumb teasing lazy circles around her clit just to make her tremble and curse again.
When her hips finally settle, when her breath comes in ragged little pulls, you slip your fingers free, watching her shudder at the loss. She looks wrecked — hair a mess, lips swollen, skin slick with sweat and flushed pink. Her pussy’s puffy, glistening, still twitching, folds slick and swollen, and you’re so goddamn wet from it you can feel the ache of it deep in your belly.
You bring your fingers to your lips, sucking them clean, moaning low as her taste coats your tongue.
“Fuck me,” she groans, watching you with half-lidded eyes, voice rough and shredded. “You’re so filthy.”
You grin. “I can be filthier.”
And before she can catch her breath, before she can even think about stopping you, you crawl up and kiss her hard, making sure she tastes herself on your tongue. She groans into your mouth, pulling you down, and you moan when your slick-soaked panties drag against her thigh.
“Jesus, baby, you’re soaked,” she murmurs against your lips, reaching down to cup you through the drenched fabric.
You gasp, grinding down against her hand, the friction unbearable. Your panties are clinging to you, dark with arousal, the gusset slick and heavy against your folds. You’re so wet you can feel it dripping down your thighs, sticky and hot, every nerve ending on fire. Your clit’s so sensitive it aches, your pussy clenching at nothing, desperate to be filled.
“Been like this since you walked in,” you whisper, voice shaky now.
Emily’s hand moves, pulling your panties aside, and her fingers brush over your slit, collecting your slick before sinking two fingers inside you in one smooth push. You cry out, body jolting, your head falling against her shoulder.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” she growls, pumping her fingers hard, curling them just right. “You love getting off on me, don’t you?”
“Yes — fuck, yes — Em, please—”
She bites your neck, tongue soothing over the mark, and you shudder when her thumb finds your clit. The first press of it has your thighs shaking, your stomach clenching tight. You’re so close already, the stretch of her fingers perfect, the filthy, wet sounds of your cunt sucking her in loud in your ears.
“You’re gonna come for me,” she murmurs, voice dark and possessive. “Right now. Soak my fucking hand.”
And you do — with a strangled moan, your entire body convulses, pleasure ripping through you like lightning. You swear you feel yourself gush, slick pouring down her fingers, your pussy spasming violently around her hand. Everything goes white-hot, your hips jerking, clit throbbing under her thumb as she keeps working you through it.
“Oh, fuck, Emily — fuck, baby — don’t stop—”
She doesn’t, not until you’re begging, tears stinging your eyes from the overstimulation, your cunt a twitching, aching mess. When she finally pulls her hand free, it’s soaked, shining with your slick, and she holds it up, watching the wetness drip down her wrist.
“Look at this,” she murmurs, smirking. “God, I love how fucking messy you are for me.”
You can barely breathe, your whole body trembling, your pussy still clenching at nothing. You meet her gaze, still panting, and grin through the haze of it.
“Round two?”
Her smirk turns downright dangerous.
“Oh, you’re not getting any sleep tonight, baby.”
The look in her eyes makes your stomach flip, heat rushing low in your belly all over again. You're still trembling, your pussy still clenching on nothing, slick and swollen from how hard she worked you. Your skin’s flushed, hair sticking to your damp forehead, but you don’t care. You want her again — need to feel her cunt against yours, to grind until you’re both soaked and overstimulated, until the room reeks of sex and neither of you can move.
“C’mere,” you rasp, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her down on top of you, catching her mouth in a filthy, breathless kiss. Tongues tangling, teeth clashing, the kind of kiss that tastes like sweat and come and need. You can feel the slick heat between her thighs as she settles against you, her pussy hot and puffy, and it makes your own clench hard in response.
“Need to feel you,” you mumble against her lips, voice wrecked. “Need you on me. Now.”
She groans, low and raw, reaching down to yank your panties the rest of the way off, tossing them aside like she can’t be bothered to care where they land. Her hands grip your thighs, pulling them apart, and you swear you can feel your cunt pulse at the sight of her kneeling there — dark hair a mess, eyes blown, tits flushed and perfect, her pussy slick and gleaming between her thighs, swollen and needy.
She looks wrecked. You look wrecked.
It’s fucking perfect.
“God, look at this pussy,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing over your soaked folds, spreading you open. You can hear it — the slick, obscene sound of your wetness, your folds flushed pink and shiny, clit swollen and throbbing. She groans, biting her bottom lip, and you feel your stomach clench.
“Stop teasing,” you whisper, desperate now, grinding your hips up.
She smirks, settling between your legs, her hands on your inner thighs, spreading them wider as she swings one of her long, toned legs over yours. The moment her pussy brushes against yours, both of you gasp — the heat, the wet, messy drag of her folds sliding against yours is fucking unreal. You can feel how slick she is, how swollen, how her clit catches against yours in the best fucking way.
“Oh my God,” you choke out, your hands flying to her hips, pulling her down, needing more.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” Emily groans, starting to rock her hips, slow at first, grinding her cunt against yours. The friction is everything — wet, slippery, hot — the messy, soaked slap of your pussies grinding together making both of you moan. It’s not graceful, it’s filthy. The kind of desperate, hungry, sticky grind that makes your thighs ache and your stomach clench, every drag of her clit against yours sending bolts of pleasure through your core.
“Fuck, Em — your pussy — feels so good,” you pant, staring down at the slick mess between your legs. You can see it — her folds spread against yours, both of you glistening, flushed and swollen, your clits brushing, catching, sliding slick and hot. The wet, filthy sounds of it fill the room, your scent thick in the air, and it makes you dizzy.
She’s watching you, eyes half-lidded, a feral grin on her face.
“Love watching you like this,” she pants, grinding down harder, your clits catching in that perfect spot that makes both of you cry out. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you get needy.”
You can feel your orgasm building again, heat coiling tight in your stomach, your legs starting to shake. Every drag of her clit against yours is perfect — slick and slippery and just enough pressure to make you see stars. Your hands grip her hips tight, helping her move, both of you rutting against each other like animals, sweat-soaked, breathless, messy.
“Don’t stop — fuck, Em — I’m gonna—”
“Yeah, come for me, baby,” she groans, her own voice high and strained now, her cunt throbbing against yours. “Wanna feel you soak me.”
And you do.
It hits you like a train — your clit throbbing, pussy clenching, your hips jerking wildly as you cry out her name. Slick gushes between your legs, soaking both of you, and Emily’s right behind you. You feel her stiffen, her pussy clenching against yours as she comes with a wrecked, desperate moan, her body shaking, her hips grinding frantically as she rides it out.
The wet, squelching sounds are filthy, your slick mixed with hers, both of your thighs drenched, the sheets underneath dark with it. Neither of you can stop moving, grinding through it, overstimulation making your bodies twitch and tremble, pleasure blooming so sharp it borders on pain.
When you finally collapse, it’s in a tangled, sweaty heap, both of you panting, skin flushed and sticky. Your cunt’s still throbbing, aching and swollen, slick dripping down your thighs. Emily’s chest is heaving, hair clinging to her face, her own thighs glistening, her pussy puffy and pink and used.
“Holy shit,” you breathe, your voice nothing but a wrecked whisper.
She laughs, low and ruined, pressing a soft, breathless kiss to your mouth.
“I told you you weren’t getting any sleep.”
You grin against her lips. “Good. Hope you’re not either.”
summary: it's 3 am and you finally decide to come home, embarrassingly drunk. abby isn't mad- oh no- but she certainly has a punishment for you.
pairing: abby x f!reader
tags/warnings:18+ mdni modern au, no use of y/n, swearing, dom/sub dynamics, brief fingering(r!recieving), dirty talk, degradation/praise, dumbification, spanking, p spanking, impact play, pet names(baby, slut, whore etc)
wc: 1.7k (this was supposed to be drabble lmao)
an: i was extremely wine drunk when i wrote this , not gonna be proofread at all i'm sorry
you find yourself at the front door of your apartment. well, your shared apartment with abby. you fumble with your keys haphazardly, your mind foggy and disoriented. even though your phone had died during your nightly escapade, you knew it was late. and you knew abby had definitely tried to blow up your phone by now.
you felt your stomach churn in anticipation, expecting abby to be up, sitting on the couch ready to reprimand you. you managed to get the door open, trying to turn the knob slowly to go unnoticed.
the apartment was almost pitch black, with only one lamp illuminating the living room. your body cringed involuntarily at the creaking door as you closed it. you hoped that abby was asleep soundly in your bedroom, that maybe she'd left the light on for you.
you set your keys down carefully in the key bowl, slipping off your heels as quietly as you could. what you hadn't noticed was the slightest crack of the bedroom door, the soft steps that abby had taken to go unrecognized by your drunken head.
you surely hadn't noticed was the way she lazily leaned against the wall, staring you down like prey. sitting- waiting- for you to lift your pretty little head and notice her.
you silently praised yourself for managing to make minimal noise, only for your blood to run cold at the sound of abby clearing her throat. your breath caught, hands trembling as you lifted your head slowly, eyes wide and frightened as you met hers.
her demeanor screamed stoicism; she was calm and collected. her arms were crossed, knuckles white, muscles bulging as she held herself.
"coming in late, huh?" she inquired, her eyebrow raising with curiosity. it was a rhetorical question, you caught onto that at least. you felt your mouth go dry, your mind reeling at what to say to her.
you slip off your purse, setting gently on the arm of the couch. you instantly began fidgeting, refusing to meet her eyes. "i know it's late abs, i'm sorry. my phone died and none of the girls had a charger," you attempt to explain, becoming more intimidated by her towering frame.
she nods silently, her piercing eyes not leaving yours. your heart leaps with hope, that maybe she'd just brush it off and tell you to come to bed. but you were drunk, naive and just plain stupid to think she'd even consider letting you off the hook.
she maneuvers her body to lay flush against the wall, leaving an opening towards the bedroom. her sharp gaze never leaves you, her irises growing dark, intensely dark as she struggles to keep her composure. "go in the bedroom and sit on the bed," she commands, her voice firm but composed.
you practically run into the bedroom, trying to use your obedience to somehow get you out of this mess. and as much as you didn't wanna admit it, you felt the arousal pool in between your thighs. you didn't like making abby mad, you fucking hated it, but you couldn't help but to contemplate the punishment she had for you.
she lets you get situated on the edge of the bed before following in behind you, closing the door with a soft click!
she sits quietly beside you, adjusting her lounge shorts briefly. milliseconds of silence pass, making your anxiety peak as you toyed with your hands in your lap.
you stole small glances at her, seeing that she was staring blankly at the wall in front of you. she speaks your name in a soft murmur, sweet almost, making you snap your head towards her. she doesn't look your way, only moving her fingers to tap her lap. "lay across my lap, sweetheart," she mutters.
you oblige almost instantly, bending over to where your body laid across her thighs. your short dress rode up your ass, letting the cold air hit your clothed cunt. you stifle your gasp as her fingers run across it lightly, making a small breathy chuckle leave abby's lips.
"you're so eager...so obedient. makes me almost want to reward you for being a good listener," she coos, letting her hand rest against your cunt. you bite your lips, resisting the urge to uselessly grind your hips against her fingers. "but unfortunately, i can't do that for you baby. you know that don't you," the lilt in her voice was taunting as she pushed your slutty dress further up your hips.
you bite your lips harder, teeth tearing the delicate skin as you nod reluctantly. you knew she wouldn't let you off easy, so why were you so hopeful that she would?
she hums absentmindedly, now sliding her hands across your ass. she massaged it so tantalizingly slow, kneading the plush skin against her palms. she hooks her fingers around your panties before sliding them down to your ankles.
you don't fight the gasp this time around, feeling the cool air hit your messy soddened cunt. you squirm, making her tighten her grip on you. "mmhm, can't reward bad behavior, can i? so you're gonna tell me what you did wrong, and you're gonna count, understood?" she bellows, her voice rough.
"abby ple-" you blurt, attempting to reason before being interrupted by her rough hand crashing down on your ass with a loud slap. the stinging pain blooms across your ass cheek makes you choke on your futile pleas of forgiveness.
"fucking count."
"..o-one," you whimper, your fingers gripping the duvet beneath you. she hums in satisfaction at your compliance, massaging your thighs gently, refusing to aid the harrowing sensation on your ass. "good girl, and what did you do wrong hm?" she quips, dragging her hand toward your ass once again.
you struggled to answer before another deafening hit rang through your ears, riocheting through your inebriated consciousness. your breath hitched as tears began to settle in the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall. "hah..two. please abs, i didn't mean to," you plead.
"answer me, sweetheart, what did you do?" she repeats, refusing to give you any sympathy.
"i...i came home later than i told you i would be home," you answer, gripping the duvet tighter in anticipation for the next blow. your brain grew hazier, turning to mush at her unrelenting strikes.
abby lets out another hum, tracing her fingers across your cunt. you let out a small breathy moan at the contact, feeling your clit throb wantonly, aching for more.
"you're soaked, 's fucking pathetic. what time were you supposed to be home, baby?" she sneers, slapping her hand hard down on your wet cunt, a sticky plap sounding as her hand retracts. you jump, a weak mewl leaving your lips. "ngh...th-three. was supposed to be home before 1."
she gives your messy cunt another resounding smack, cracking down right on your clit, exciting the bundle of nerves. a wrecked moan comes tumbling out as your head falls against the bed. the tears you tried so hard to keep at bay were flowing down your face now, breathy pants leaving your maw.
abby pays your reaction no mind, holding your trembling legs still as she continues your punishment, giving your cunt another sharp hit. "but you didn't do that, it's three in the fucking morning, and you stumble in here thinking i'd let you off easy. such a dumb whore, aren't you baby?"
your eyes gloss over, mouth open dumbly as you struggle to answer her. you don't respond, you can't. and the words you do try to form quickly become static in your brain, almost as if you were short-circuiting.
abby reaches her unoccupied hand to your face, giving it a short, firm slap. you twitch, blinking rapidly as if your brain had done a hard reboot. "answer me, you aren't that dumb on me spanking your sloppy fucking cunt." she mocks.
"four! g-god...'m sorry. didn't think you'd let-hah- let me off easy," you shakily sob, feeling your cognitive functions slip away the more she continues her torture on you.
abby lets out a sadistic chuckle, teasing you with her fingers as she ghosts them over your hole. she watched as your cunt clenched around nothing, desperately wanting to get some relief. "shit, you love this huh? love getting your wet hole spanked?" she teases, a small smirk on her lips.
"abby p-please..'m sorry. please-i need it," you beg, lifting your hips to her hand pressingly. she pulls away, making you whine loudly before she spanks your cunt again. you fix your lips to count once again before you feel her fingers plunge into your sopping cunt.
"f-oh! oh my goood please!" you keen, legs shaking uncontrollably. she fists your hair, pulling your body to arch towards her. the loud wet squelches fill the room as she sets a rough pace.
she finds your sweet spot instantly, prodding at it with each thrust. your sensitive clit pulsing at her rough hand hitting it with each pump of her fingers. you felt your orgasm creeping up on you swiftly.
"tell me you're sorry again baby, wanna hear that pretty fucking mouth beg me," she urges, pulling your hair even harder. your eyes are rolled to your skull, mouth agape as a string of drool hangs from it, sticking to your jaw. "mmngh 'm s-sorry abby! please, 's so good- oh fuck..gonna cum," you bawl, tears streaking down your face.
"yeah? gonna fucking cum? cum then, go dumb on my fingers slut," she commands, and you do. the knot in your stomach snaps, your orgasm tumbling over you, becoming too much for your body to handle. your vision goes white, your entire body quivering as your juices splatter against abby's hand, the bed and your sweat-clad thighs.
you let out a loud moan before she lets go of your hair, letting you fall against her lap. she's on you instantly, pulling you upward to let your lax head lay against her shoulder. you struggle to hold onto her frame, letting her cradle you in her burly arms. she peppers small delicate kisses on your face, praising you for being so good for her.
and even though your brain had officially turned into useless brain matter, you knew that you would never come home late again...or maybe you would.
Something falls in the bathroom, Wanda’s eyes flicking over to the door in mild concern. You appear, your cheeks lightly flushed as you hold a towel loosely around your body. Wanda can’t help but trail her eyes down your frame, raising her eyebrow in a silent command.
You drop the towel, biting your lip as you make your way over to her. “Sorry, I dropped my lotion.”
Green eyes lock on yours, Wanda’s pupils dilating as she takes in your nudity. Your nipples are already hard, your skin soft and smelling faintly of her vanilla-scented body wash. She loved it when you used her products.
It was one of her rules, actually. You were required to use any product Wanda instructed you to, which consisted mainly of her own -expensive- things. You didn’t mind, you loved being taken care of, in every way.
Leaning down, you gently kiss her, smiling as her hand makes its way to your waist, her fingers digging in and urging you closer. This is your favorite side of her, the one that craves you. You love her fingers pulling you in, her lips on your skin, her eyes solely on yours.
“I’ve laid out a dress for you,” she murmurs, her voice husky and low. It sends a pleasant warmth down your spine that pools in your gut. “Go put it on.”
Her tone is firm as she gently pushes you toward the bed. You catch her eyes lingering on your nude form, glancing over you through the mirror as she applies the last bits of her makeup. Grinning to yourself, you decide to put on a show for her, swaying your hips as you saunter over to the bed.
There it is. The dress she’d picked out for you. It was beautiful, dark red and lacy, a long slit in the side that practically reached your hips. It had a neckline that dipped dangerously low, enough to tease the sight of your chest but not too much to expose you indecently. Just the way Wanda liked it. Lying next to the dress was a pair of black heels, the bottom of them painted bright red, a sight you’d become accustomed to.
Biting your lip to hide your excitement, you slowly pull the dress over your head, moving your hips slowly to fully pull it over your body. You note the lack of panties or a bra on the bed, your cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of sitting through dinner without any undergarments. Luckily, the dress supported your chest well, your breasts sitting comfortably with the extra padded support.
“Perfect,” Wanda murmurs, having spun around to watch you.
Smiling, you bask in her attention as you slowly spin around, adjusting your hair slightly. Your zipper has been caught halfway up your back, the small piece of metal resting just below your shoulder blades.
Wanda gestures to you, a silent command.
You obey, snagging the heels from off the bed and padding toward her. You feel giggly, and a bit like you’re playing dress-up, but Wanda looks at you with utter adoration; her normally serious expression is nowhere to be found. Her eyes are wide and unguarded, her hands firm as she beckons you closer, but not stern and unforgiving as they usually are.
Biting your bottom lip, you decide that you quite like this side of her. It was almost… adorable.
As if she could read your thoughts, Wanda’s eyes snap up to yours from where they’d been lingering around your neckline. “Sit on my lap, darling.”
Blinking, you clear your throat as a strange shyness creeps over you.
“Now.”
Wanda’s tone turns slightly icy, her eyebrows furrowing slightly at your hesitance. She doesn’t like to be disobeyed.
“Yes, ma’am,” you murmur, noting the way her face smooths at your words. Quickly, you drop onto her lap, sitting sideways since your dress won’t allow you to straddle her as you usually did. The heels slip from your fingers, landing on the carpet with a soft thump as Wanda’s hand snakes around your waist.
Her green eyes peer into yours, studying your face. You notice the subtle makeup she’s put on, her eyelids darkened seductively with dark gold eyeshadow, her black eyeliner small and precise. Her lips are also dark, a matte red color coating them. You wonder if it would stain your skin, then promptly push that thought to the back of your mind, lest you leak through your expensive dress.
“I have some jewelry for you,” Wanda murmurs, her other hand coming up to trace the thin gold chain fastened permanently around your neck. She’d gifted it to you last year, her initials subtly engraved into the chain, a private sign of her ownership of you. Wanda wore a similar necklace, your initials also engraved into the silver metal glittering around her neck.
Smiling, you lean in until your lips are mere inches from hers, “I love it when you dress me, Wanda.”
“I know you do,” Wanda smirks, her hand dropping to grip your thigh possessively for a moment, before she reaches for some jewelry she’s laid out on the vanity in front of her. Her fingers send heat down your spine as she grazes them lightly across your skin, clasping a few necklaces around your neck. She adjusts them, laying the metal perfectly on your chest before she taps your hands in a silent command.
Obediently, you raise your hands, watching her slip various rings on them. Somehow, Wanda always manages to match your jewelry to your outfit perfectly. You’re in awe every time, and you no longer protest when she demands to dress you.
Green eyes flit over your ears, Wanda nodding slightly in approval as she takes in your various earrings. “Perfect,” she mutters, her hand coming back down to your thigh.
“Yes, you are.”
“Don’t deflect, darling. What do you say when I compliment you?” Wanda’s tone is light, but her eyes are intense, her fingers squeezing your thigh.
“Thank you, Wanda.”
Smirking, Wanda releases her hold on your thigh. “Good girl.” She moves to stand, helping you off her lap and adjusting your hair to fall perfectly over your shoulders. “Now put those heels on and meet me by the cars.”
Wanda lightly kisses you, careful not to ruin her lipstick -or yours- before she playfully squeezes your waist and walks out the door.
The heels slip on quickly, perfectly molded to your feet. You take a moment, looking at yourself in the mirror and willing your blush to go away. You’re unsuccessful.
Wanda is beautiful. She stands next to the passenger door of her favorite car, opening it and ushering you in. The exterior is gleaming, the dark red gloss standing out. The interior is even nicer, somehow, all black leather with red trim. It smells as fresh as the day she bought it.
Taking a moment, you admire Wanda’s outfit, her silver jewelry and sharply cut jacket. She’s several inches taller than you, her heels clacking softly on the ground as she shuts the door softly before rounding the car to the driver’s side.
The drive to the restaurant is relatively short. You steal glances at Wanda the entire time, loving the comforting weight of her hand on your thigh.
You’ve grown used to being pampered by her. She makes a lot of decisions for the two of you, and you love her control over you. You love providing for her as well, insisting on cooking meals whenever you can. Between your part-time job at a bookstore and your relationship, you were pretty okay with your life.
Wanda would have preferred you to be home all the time, especially when she often worked from her home office, but you’d insisted on keeping your job. You liked it, there was a bookstore cat named Freckles, and your manager was really nice. Plus, you loved being surrounded by books all day.
Shifting in your seat slightly, you bite your lip in excitement as you feel your credit card sitting snug between the fabric of your dress and your breasts. You’d been saving up for months, knowing that Wanda had expensive tastes. This restaurant was meant for upper-class patrons, so you’d prepared well in advance. You wanted to surprise her tonight; after all, it wasn’t often you got to return the favor of spoiling Wanda.
Wanda never lets you pay for anything. You'll be changing that tonight.
The restaurant is just as you remembered. Low lighting and soft voices that help you relax further into Wanda’s hand on the small of your back. It feels safer this way, more intimate.
“Right this way, Ma’am,” the waiter says, his voice quiet as he gestures for Wanda to follow. Her hand is splayed on your lower back, the warmth from her fingers propelling you forward as the waiter leads you to a table near the back.
The chair doesn’t make a sound and Wanda slides it out, gesturing for you to sit. Her hands briefly touch your shoulders before she pushes the chair in firmly, her stride elegant as she walks to the chair across from you.
“Two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon, from the Robert Mondavi Winery Reserve,” she murmurs, the waiter nodding dutifully before striding away.
Those green eyes stare into yours, a soft smile playing on Wanda’s lips.
“You look beautiful tonight, darling.”
“Thank you, Wanda,” you whisper, blushing at the praise. You briefly touch the necklace resting between your collarbones. “I think you look amazing.”
Wanda smiles warmly at that, her hand sliding across the table to clasp yours. Her fingers are soft as you idly play with her rings.
The waiter returns, showing the bottle before Wanda nods at him. He pours the wine, standing still as Wanda takes a sip. His eyes are nervous, but Wanda simply nods again before quietly ordering food for the both of you.
You knew what she was going to order. You’d meticulously saved up in order to cover the bill, plus a generous tip. A flood of relief fills you when she doesn’t stray from her usual order, but you cover it up with a smile.
“How was work?”
Wanda begins speaking, her thumb running over the back of your hand as she does. You listen diligently, unsure of half the things she’s referring to but enjoying yourself nonetheless. The waiter returns some time later with steaming food, and you and Wanda make idle conversation while you eat.
It is one of the best meals you could have asked for. Perfectly cooked salmon with a side of quinoa salad and rice. There are complementary breadsticks, and you eagerly take two. The wine pairs nicely with the food, but you’re not a huge nerd about it like Wanda is. She knows all the best combinations.
Truly, it all tastes the same to you. But, you’d never tell her that.
“I’m going to use the restroom,” you say, wiping your mouth politely.
Wanda simply nods, sipping her wine. You’re a much faster eater than she is, and this is one of the times you’re grateful for the skill. Squeezing her hand briefly, you stand up and walk toward the restrooms.
Once you’ve rounded the corner, your heart begins to race. Glancing back, you see Wanda taking a small bite of her salad.
Perfect.
“Excuse me,” you say quietly, walking up to the waiter standing near the kitchen window. He looks up, surprised.
“How can I help you, ma’am?” He asks, politely averting his eyes when you dig into your dress for your credit card.
“I’d like to pay for my wife’s and my meal.”
He nods, gingerly taking your card. You try not to giggle, smoothing your face over when he nods and briskly walks into the backroom. Casually, you fix your hair, careful not to lean against the wall. Wanda had helped you with your posture, and you could still remember her lessons in the back of your mind.
“All set, ma’am.” The waiter returns, handing you your card back.
“Oh, thank you,” you murmur, placing it back into your dress and biting your lip to stifle your smile when he looks away again. You pull out two hundred-dollar bills, handing them to him. “Thank you.”
He smiles politely as he accepts the bills, nodding at you.
“I’d prefer you keep this from my wife until the end of the meal,” you say, watching his eyebrows raise slightly. “I’m surprising her.”
“Ah,” he smiles wider this time. “Always happy to be a part of a surprise, ma’am. My lips are sealed.”
With that, you walk back to your seat. You make sure not to walk too quickly, lest Wanda becomes suspicious. She always has a way of figuring out what you’ve been up to.
“There you are, darling,” she smiles at you and stands, pulling your chair out again. “I was beginning to worry.”
You flush, sitting down again and turning to look up at her. “Just decided to freshen up a bit, I wanted to look my absolute best for you.”
Leaning down, Wanda places a soft kiss against your cheek. “You always look wonderful, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Wanda.”
Smiling at you, Wanda returns to her seat and grasps the stem of her wine glass. You mirror her action, bringing the glass to your lips and taking a deep sip. You’re going to need some liquid confidence to get through the night once Wanda discovers what you’ve done.
One thing you’d learned early on in your relationship was that Wanda liked to be the one in charge of things. You didn’t mind, especially in the bedroom, but you’d always felt just a tiny bit disappointed when you wanted to spoil her and she’d refuse. She’d just offer her own card, raising an eyebrow at you and firmly reminding you that she was there to take care of you.
Sometimes it felt like you weren’t contributing anything of worth to the relationship.
“Darling?” Wanda’s green eyes are piercing, locked on your face. “Are you alright? You look… morose.”
You shake away your thoughts. You’re sitting here with the beautiful woman that you married, on a nice date that you’ve just paid for. Get a grip.
“Yes,” you say, smiling reassuringly at her. “I just got lost in my thoughts, you know how that happens sometimes.”
Laughing slightly, you watch Wanda’s lips quirk up slightly, but something tells you that she won’t let the subject go that easily. You reach across the table, grabbing her hand and making sure she can see down the front of your dress.
“Baby, I’m fine. Really.”
Green eyes flit down, before they glance back up at you, her eyebrow raised. “Alright. Just stay present with me, okay?”
You nod eagerly, smiling brightly at her before sitting up again.
Under the table, you feel the top of Wanda’s heel brush against your leg, advancing slowly as it makes its way above your knees and further up your thigh. “You’ll pay for that stunt,” Wanda murmurs.
Your heart stops for a moment, your mind flashing back to your credit card, before you realize she’s talking about your adventurous moment when she got a nice full look at your chest.
“I understand,” you quip, adjusting in your seat to spread your legs further just slightly, watching the way Wanda’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly. That’s right, two could play this game. You smiled victoriously.
“How do you feel about going to the speakeasy a bit further downtown?” Wanda asks, finishing the rest of her wine. You mirror her actions, feeling the pleasant buzz under your skin.
You nod, and Wanda smiles at you, grabbing her clutch.
“I’ll be right back.”
Watching her leave to find the waiter, you wait anxiously. You can just barely see her across the restaurant, her red hair glowing slightly in the warm lighting. She’s exchanging low words with the waiter, before he gestures over towards your table. Two sets of eyes turn towards you, one apologetic and the other unreadable.
You’re focused on the green pair, barely noticing the cash Wanda hands the waiter as a tip.
She advances slowly, moving through the restaurant as her gaze never leaves yours. “Darling…” she says when she reaches your seat, her hand on your shoulder. It’s firm, not painful, but her fingers dig in just enough to express how she’s feeling.
“Surprise,” you say, smiling up at her. You’re proud of yourself; your voice didn’t even waver. Standing, you bite your lip as you gaze at her, assessing her expression.
She reveals nothing, her hand snaking around your waist and guiding you toward the front door. What would normally be a comforting action sends pleasant shivers down your spine.
Wanda remains silent all the way to the car, opening the passenger door and ushering you in. Sliding into the driver's seat, she starts the car before letting out a breath.
“Explain.”
“I wanted to treat you for once,” you say stubbornly. You might as well have crossed your arms and pouted, but you didn’t.
Looking at you, Wanda sighs. “Darling, why do you always fight me on this topic?”
You don’t answer, looking out of your window as Wanda begins backing up the car, the low hum of the engine comforting. The city flashes before you as she drives, people milling about, and different lights hitting your eyes.
“Sweetheart,” Wanda says, something in her tone telling you to turn and look at her. “You know that I appreciate it when you want to pay for me, don’t you?”
You furrow your brow. “I… well, I always thought it just annoyed you.”
“It does annoy me,” Wanda shoots a look at you. “But, that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate what you’re trying to do.”
Then, she sighs. “In this relationship, you do so much for me. One of the only ways I feel that I can take care of you is by paying and making sure you don’t have to worry about anything financially. Do you understand?”
“I- but I don’t do that much for you?”
Wanda laughs then, the sound surprising you. “Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea, do you?”
Shaking your head, you watch her as you wait for an explanation.
“Lift up the hem of your dress.”
It’s a command, and you blink at the sudden turn of events. Still, you know better than to disobey Wanda. Slowly, you drag the hem up until the tops of your thighs are revealed.
“Spread your legs.”
“Wanda…”
She shoots you a look. You spread your legs.
“Touch yourself.”
At that, you suck in a breath. Trailing your fingers down, you collect some of your arousal on your fingertips, surprised at how wet you are. Then, you begin circling your clit, nice and slow, just the way Wanda likes it.
“Good girl. Keep doing that.”
Wanda smiles, glancing down at your fingers every so often as she makes her way out of the city. You want to ask about the speakeasy, but choose to remain silent. She seems to be proving a point somehow, and you wait for her to explain.
“We’re going home, where I’m going to make us some drinks and you’re going to sit on my lap while we make a new rule. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Smiling at that, Wanda reaches over, placing a hand on your thigh. It makes your skin buzz hotly, and you resist the urge to circle your clit faster.
“This is one of many things you do for me, darling. Your submission is everything to me, and you offer it so willingly. I’ve been able to freely express my dominant side with you, and you’ve never judged me for the things I desire in a sexual dynamic. You were made for me.”
You nod, realization creeping into your mind. Wanda isn’t finished.
“You have your job, which I allowed because I know how happy it makes you, and I want you to have a life outside of me. As much as I would like to keep you for myself, I know how much you adore that bookshop. At home, you cook for me, not because I’ve asked you to, but because you genuinely enjoy cooking. That is something you provide for me.”
Wanda quirks an eyebrow at you. “When I get home, what is the first thing you do?”
Blushing, you respond, your words slightly breathy. “I take your coat and purse, give you a kiss, and walk with you to your home office while you tell me about your day.”
Nodding, Wanda continues. “That is another thing you provide for me, sweetheart.”
She continues to list things, small, mundane things that you hadn’t considered to be a big deal. Evidently, they meant the world to Wanda. The way you helped her with laundry, when you’d rub her shoulders after a long meeting, make her a drink in the evening, and especially when you’d follow her orders.
“Like I said, you were made for me. You do so much for our relationship.”
“So do you,” you protest, stopping yourself from saying more when she shoots a sharp look your way.
“One of the main ways I feel that I can contribute and take care of you in this relationship is with my income. You know I make a lot, darling, I’ve never hidden that from you. I work long days so that I can come home and make your life comfortable.”
“Oh,” you say, finally understanding.
“Please, darling. Let me use my money on you. That’s why I work so hard.”
You nod, unable to speak as you realize why Wanda was so insistent on paying for everything.
“I see you finally understand,” Wanda says, glancing down again. “Go faster.”
Blinking, you circle your clit faster, biting your lip at the pleasure it brings. You take a deep, shuddering breath, sure that you’re leaking through your dress. The air in the car becomes warm, and the next time that Wanda looks at you, her pupils are blown.
“Keep going,” she murmurs, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. “If you cum before we get home, your punishment will be worse.”
You whine, nodding as you keep your pace. You try desperately to think of anything other than the woman seated beside you, her grip firm on your thigh as you feel your pleasure building.
The fingers on your thigh grip harshly as you slow your pace slightly, trying to stave off your incoming orgasm.
“What did I say?” Wanda hisses, her eyes glancing sharply at you.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry… what?”
You shudder, feeling little bolts of pleasure crashing through you. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“Hmm,” Wanda pretends to think, watching as you increase your pace again. “I don’t think that’s a strong enough title, do you?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
Wanda smiles, satisfied. “Good girl. Keep going. Please your Mistress.”
You let out a low moan at her words, feeling your pleasure increase tenfold as she calls herself that title. You try to stop it, your orgasm. But Wanda is talking, telling you that you’re doing so well for her as her fingers slowly inch up your thigh, her vanilla scent engulfing you as your muscles spasm, white-hot pleasure overtaking you.
You fingers stall, your orgasm coursing through you as your clit pulses. Wanda makes a noise, her fingers grabbing yours and moving them back to your raw clit. “Did I tell you to stop?”
“No, I’m sorry, Mistress.”
Continuing, you let your fingers wring every last drop of pleasure from you, aware of the fact that you’ve just made your punishment worse. You truly couldn’t help it. I mean, it’s not your fault that your wife was insanely hot and her words were able to bring you to orgasm, was it?
You’re working your way up to a second orgasm when Wanda pulls into the driveway of your shared home. As the garage shuts behind you, she turns the engine off, her hand grabbing yours and gently pulling it away from your swollen clit.
Wrapping her fingers around your wrist, Wanda brings your hand to her lips, maintaining eye contact with you as she sucks the arousal off of your fingers.
“I can smell your arousal,” she murmurs, releasing your fingers with a soft pop. “I’m going to get changed. By the time I come back, I want you nude and kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, with two drinks in your hands. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.” You watch her exit the car and round the side to open your door.
Wanda disappears into the bedroom, and you quickly make your way to the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients to make Wanda’s favourite cocktail.
It isn’t long before you’re finished, garnishing each drink with a maraschino cherry. You walk carefully to the living room, setting the drinks on two coasters near the couch. Wanda didn’t like it when you forgot about the coasters. You didn’t blame her, all of the furniture in your home was expensive, much of it was hand-crafted.
Stripping out of your beautiful dress, you fold it neatly and place it on the chair nearby, your heels sitting next to it. You remove all of your jewelry, except for the permanent gold chain around your neck.
Grabbing the drinks, you kneel in front of the couch, facing the cushions. It’s a position that Wanda had trained into you, and you’re well aware of the wetness clinging to your center as you wait.
Footsteps sound out, heels clicking towards you. As much as you want to, you don’t dare turn from your position, knowing that Wanda liked the thrill of suspense.
“I hope you enjoyed that orgasm in the car,” Wanda says, stepping around you to sit on the couch. Your mouth waters as she comes into view. “It will be your only orgasm tonight.”
Your eyes snap up to hers, but you remain silent, her eyes hard and unforgiving. The lingerie set she’s wearing is gorgeous, all black with a lacy corset. There are accents of dark red throughout the whole piece, and you can feel yourself getting worked up as you take her in.
Wanda’s hand grabs one of the glasses, sipping from it as she makes a small noise of appreciation. Setting it to the side, she grabs the cherry and pops it in her mouth, before she leans forward to grab your jaw.
“Open.”
You can smell the cherry and sharp hints of alcohol on her tongue, and you obey. Wanda’s fingers reach into your glass, grabbing the cherry and bringing it to your parted lips. She rubs it over your top lip first, then your bottom lip. You remain still, watching her eyes as she slowly presses the cherry onto your tongue.
“Chew and swallow, dear.”
You obey, looking into her eyes as you do so.
Wanda smirks, satisfied with your obedience. She grabs your glass, tapping her knees in a silent command as she brings the glass to your lips. You rest your hands on the tops of your thighs, palms facing up as she tips the glass forward, the sweet drink flowing into your mouth.
She has you drink until the glass is empty, your stomach warm from the alcohol and lips buzzing from the way she’d wiped them with her fingers once she was done. Wanda sits back, watching your flushed face as she sips on her own drink.
“There is going to be a new rule implemented, darling.”
You nod, tilting your head slightly.
“When we are together, I will pay for everything. If you wish to make a purchase, you will talk to me beforehand. You know how I hate it when you disobey or trick me in public.” Wanda’s eyes soften. “Occasionally, you can buy some things when we are together, I won’t deny you that. But, let me take care of you, okay?”
You nod. The decision is easy now that you know the real reason why Wanda was so insistent on paying for everything. Besides, it was nice to be taken care of.
“Good girl.”
Wanda finishes her drink, setting it next to your glass. “You know that I have to punish you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.” You hang your head slightly, wondering what type of punishment Wanda has planned. Strong fingers grip your chin, wrenching your head up.
“You know why, don’t you?”
“Because I went behind your back, Mistress.”
Wanda’s eyes flash, a pleased smile adorning her face. “Exactly, sweetheart. You know that what you did was wrong, and you know how I hate it when you are dishonest with me.”
At that, Wanda stands, still gripping your face as you crane your neck to look up at her. “Who owns you?”
“You do, Mistress.”
Wanda’s fingers tighten on your jaw, forcing your mouth open. She spits, letting her saliva drip into your mouth, and you swallow obediently.
“Crawl,” she commands, before turning and walking slowly to the bedroom.
You obey, your eyes glued to the sway of her backside as her footsteps click down the hallway. The hallway is carpeted, something you’re grateful for as you crawl behind Wanda. You can feel your arousal running down your inner thighs as you crawl, and sharp arousal mixed with soft humiliation mixes deep inside you.
You reflect on your choices as you crawl, satisfaction that Wanda had finally explained why she liked to pay working its way through you, even as regret pools in your stomach. You truly hated going behind Wanda’s back, and although it was meant as a thoughtful surprise, you now understood why it meant so much to Wanda to take care of you financially.
Wanda stops, wordlessly pointing at the bed. You blink, having not realized that you’d made it to the bedroom already. You follow Wanda’s instructions, crawling onto the bed as she shuts the door behind you, a few warm lamps lighting the room.
“Sometimes I forget…” Wanda begins, sauntering back over to the bed, a glint in her eye. “I forget that good girls like you need discipline to keep them in line, isn’t that right?”
You nod.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Wanda’s eyes hardened. “Yes, Mistress… what?”
“I-” your eyes dart around the room, unsure of what Wanda wants you to say. The woman reached behind you, grabbing two velcro cuffs and attaching them to your wrists while you fumble for an answer.
“What do good girls need, sweetheart?” Wanda finally says, testing the cuffs to make sure they’re secure but not too tight.
“Oh, um. Good girls need their Mistresses to discipline them to remind them of their place.” You turn to look at Wanda, hopeful that you’ve supplied the correct answer. Wanda smiles at you, tracing a finger down your face as she nods.
“Very good,” she murmurs, grabbing a piece of metal and attaching your wrists together on your lap. You know that you can’t escape, so you don’t even test the strength of the restraints; you just watch Wanda.
Tapping your lower back, Wanda urges you into position. “On your knees, ass up, darling. I want your arms straight up so your face is on the mattress.”
You obey, stretching your arms out and presenting your backside. Wanda’s hand lands on the back of your head, ensuring that you stay in place, before she strokes your hair and trails her fingers down your spine. Her lips caress your ear, her vanilla scent washing over you as she whispers, “Count for me.”
You barely have time to question it before a resounding crack echoes through the room. You register the pain a second later, a burning sensation multiplying the humiliation and arousal inside you.
“One, Mistress.”
Wanda is relentless, using her hand first, until you no longer squirm when she spanks you. She lets out a frustrated noise as your voice remains steady, stalking over to the closet and emerging with more toys.
“I want to see you break,” she hisses, grabbing the roots of your hair and twisting your head until your wide eyes meet hers. She relishes the wide look of anticipation and trepidation on your face, before she roughly shoves your face back into the mattress, one hand steadying your back while the other raises a paddle and brings it down sharply with a twist of her wrist.
“T- twenty-three, Mistress,” you moan, feeling tears form in your eyes as your head starts to become fuzzy. This was the headspace that you loved the most, and Wanda knew just how to get you there.
Wanda resumes, switching between the paddle and a soft cane, the low whistle in the air before it strikes you, causing your arousal to spike.
“God, I love how much of a masochist you are,” Wanda says, her voice slightly raspy. “You’ll take anything I give you, won’t you, darling?”
“Yes, Mistress,” you say, your voice slightly muffled from the way your face is pressed into the mattress.
Wanda delivers one final blow, the crack jolting your body forward as your fingers grip the comforter tightly, a muffled sob sounding out. Her cool fingers gently trail over your raw, red ass, her voice whispering in your ear, “Color?”
“Yellow, Mistress,” you moan. “I just need a moment.”
“Good girl,” she responds, rubbing your backside for a moment before walking back into the closet to retrieve more toys, letting you catch your breath.
She remains in the closet for a suspiciously long time, but you don’t dare raise your head. You can hear her rummaging around, her heels making a soft thud on the carpet as she returns, the weight of the bed shifting as she deposits whatever items she collected.
There are some more noises, near the foot of the bed, and you feel yourself craning to hear what she might be doing.
“Turn around, darling,” Wanda commands. “On your knees, facing the headboard.”
“Yes, Mistress,” you mumble, quickly following her order. You can feel her attaching cuffs of some sort to your ankles, and you realize that you’ve been restrained with a spreader bar. Flexing your ankles for a moment, you realize that you’re well and truly stuck. It sends a rush of arousal through you.
“You like this, don’t you,” Wanda murmurs, dragging a finger through your dripping slit, an appreciative moan telling you that she licked your juices from her finger.
You can’t do much but whimper, hearing her chuckle from behind you.
The feeling of something thick prodding at you makes your heart stutter for a moment, before you feel Wanda’s fingers spreading lube all over what you presume to be a dildo. She makes sure to spread some on you as well, her fingers scissoring inside you as she ensures you’re well lubricated.
There’s a click, and then you hear the soft hum of machinery. A thick dildo presses against you, and you moan as you feel it start to penetrate you.
“Hold still,” Wanda commands, and you obey, feeling her adjusting the machine. The dildo presses deep inside you, hitting that spot inside you that causes pleasure to bloom, and you groan into the mattress.
“Perfect.”
Wanda rounds the bed, the machine slowly thrusting her favorite dildo deep inside you, the sounds of your wet pussy being slowly fucked sending her own arousal soaring. She grips your hair again, pulling your head up to admire the glassy look in your eyes. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“I- mmmph,” you manage, your eyes gazing into hers, not a thought behind them.
Chuckling, Wanda presses a button on the remote, the dildo moving slightly faster. Your mouth opens, your cheeks coloring further as a deep flush emerges.
God, it feels amazing. Wanda’s cool hands on your cheeks as your body is set alight with pleasure. She’s moving, pulling off her lingerie as she manoeuvres herself to sit against the headboard.
You can smell her, so you drop your gaze down to her perfect pussy, licking your lips at the glistening arousal you find there.
“Go on,” Wanda’s voice cuts through the haze. She clicks the remote again, the dildo fucking you faster and deeper. “Make Mommy feel good.”
At that, you dive in, not needing to be told twice. Eating Wanda out was something you’d never tire of. She smelled divine, and tasted even better. You’d told her once that you thought she compared to the nectar of the Gods, and she’d been so pleased that she allowed you to eat her out during an entire workday from home. It had been one of the best days of your life.
“Oh, fuck,” Wanda breathes out, feeling your tongue expertly wrap around her clit, stimulating her in that perfect way of yours. Her hand makes its way to your hair, gripping tightly. It would be uncomfortable, but you loved the pain as she pulled on your roots slightly, pushing your face further into her.
Your hands are still uselessly cuffed together, but your fingers manage to find Wanda’s nipples. You pinch them in that way she likes so much, and you feel her clit pulse beneath your tongue.
Wanda has never been very vocal during sex, but you’ve learned how to read her all the same. You can feel her breath stutter beneath your fingers, and you continue to stimulate her nipples, rolling and pinching until her muscles twitch. She subconsciously thrusts harder into your mouth, and you eagerly accept.
When she comes, it’s quietly, with a low moan and her fingers gripping your hair like she never wants to let you go. You moan with her, your pleasure building as the dildo continues to fuck you slowly, sliding in and out of you until your brain can’t focus on anything else.
“Fuck,” Wanda whispers, pulling your head up to gaze at you. “I want to fill you up, darling.”
Your eyes widen, but you nod, the pleasure making your mind fuzzy. Wanda knows this. She knows how easy you are to manipulate and follow her every word when you’re desperate to cum.
Smirking, Wanda caresses your cheek for a brief moment before she slides out from under you, grabbing another toy from the nightstand.
It’s a beautiful buttplug, made of pure gold with a dark red gem at the end. It’s one of Wanda’s favorites, and you like it well enough. It’s not too big, just enough to stretch you out and make you feel full, and you love it when Wanda claims every part of you.
“Relax, baby,” Wanda murmurs, gently squeezing some lube onto your ass. You obey her, the pleasure from the dildo making your muscles weak. Wanda presses on the remote again, the dildo fucking you faster, pleasure erupting inside you.
Slowly, Wanda inserts the buttplug. You can feel the stretch, the slight burn as the thickest part of the plug makes it past your rim, the sensation of being full making you pant and moan.
“You like that, don’t you? You like it when I claim every one of your holes, hmm?” Wanda asks, twisting the buttplug so it’s covered in lube as she slowly inserts it.
“Yes, Mistress,” you moan, bucking your hips into her hand. This causes the dildo to fuck deeper inside you, and you practically melt into the mattress, your muscles going limp from pleasure.
Wanda chuckles, inserting the buttplug fully and relishing the way you whine at the fullness you feel. She admires you for a moment, the dark red gem glinting back at her as your arousal drips down your thighs while the machine fucks you relentlessly.
Grabbing a soft towel, Wanda slips it underneath you, grabbing your ass when she’s finishes and kneading your hot flesh. You moan, full twinges of pain only adding to your pleasure. You can feel an orgasm starting to emerge, your heart racing as pleasure builds within you.
“Do you want to cum?” Wanda asks, her voice sounding out next to your ear.
You moan in response, too weak to do much else.
“Aww,” Wanda coos, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. “My pet is too dumb to respond correctly, isn’t she?”
Her words reverberate around your skull, the warm vanilla scent engulfing you as your mind grows hazier. You can’t offer much other than soft whimpers and moans, your head turning to tearfully look at your Mistress.
“Well,” Wanda begins, her hands caressing your sore backside harshly. “Since you can’t form a correct response, I suppose I’ll have to punish you.”
You would protest, but you can barely think of any words to say. Wanda’s hand comes down, gentler than her strikes before, but the impact on your already red ass makes you yelp, your mind breaking fully.
Wanda is gentle, but persistent. She spanks you in a rhythm you can’t decipher, unable to anticipate when she’ll strike next. It thrills you, and sends your mind deep into that vanilla headspace you’ve grown to love. Pain mixes with pleasure, the dildo fucking you slowly enough that you feel your orgasm growing, but never quite enough to tip you over the edge.
“P-please,” you manage, after you feel yourself edge again, Wanda monitoring your body’s reactions and slowing the dildo down whenever you grow too close to an orgasm.
“Use your words, darling. Full sentences."
“I-,” you moan loudly, the dildo speeding up.
“Pathetic,” Wanda murmurs, her hand grabbing your hair and yanking your head up. Green eyes meet glazed ones, and she smirks. “You can’t even beg properly anymore, you’re completely mine, aren't you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” you moan, unable to say anything else.
“Good girl,” Wanda releases your hair, letting your head press into the mattress weakly. She clicks the remote again, the dildo fucking you harder than before, the sound of your arousal making it’s way to your ears as you feel pleasure growing once again.
Your orgasm is close, your knuckles white as you grip the pillow, your muscles tense. You’re so close, and Wanda knows it.
“Tell me, darling,” Wanda begins, sitting next to you, stroking your back gently as the dildo fucks punishingly into you. “What lesson did you learn today?”
“I- um… to… to let you, mmphh fuck, to let you pay for me…”
Wanda smiles. “Exactly.” Then, she stands, reaching back to slowly grab the buttplug, pressing it even further into you. You moan, a broken, weak sound that makes Wanda pulse with need.
“You’re going to obey me.” Wanda pulls the buttplug slightly out, before slamming it back into you. “You will never question me or go behind my back again, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” you yelp, moaning as you feel your orgasm creep closer.
“Oh, sweetheart, you know I just want to take care of you, right?” Wanda’s voice is sickly sweet. “That’s all I want. And you just need to learn your place.”
You nod frantically, your submissiveness clicking firmer into place, your role reestablished in your mind.
“Yes, Mistress,” you moan. “I know my place, I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll never disobey you again.”
“I doubt that,” Wanda murmurs to herself, before smiling at your wrecked form. “One more edge, baby, then we can be done for the night.”
You nod, moaning as Wanda clicks the remote higher, the dildo fucking you faster and rougher than it had previously. You’re almost overwhelmed with pleasure, Wanda’s hands on your face and ass, her presence everywhere. You love it.
“I- m gonna…”
Wanda clicks the remote, the dildo stopping immediately.
You moan in slight frustration, feeling your arousal leaking around the dildo as it drips down your thighs. Everything happens in a haze, Wanda removing the dildo from you and slowly taking your buttpluge out. She unclips your restraints, leaving you boneless on the bed as you embrace the comfortable haze in your mind.
The shower is nice, warm, and smelling of vanilla as Wanda washes your body and hair, whispering sweet things into your ear while you slump against her. It’s not until you’re wrapped up underneath the covers that you finally begin to emerge from that comfortable headspace, your limbs entangled with your wife’s.
“I love you, darling. Thank you for your trust in me.”
“You always make good decisions for us,” you say, yawning slightly and burrowing further into her. “I love you, too.”
Wanda smiles, making a contented noise as you hear her breathing start to grow softer.
“Hey, Wands?”
“Hmm.”
“I’m paying for ice cream tomorrow.”
And with that, you ignore the soft, happy sigh your wife lets out, letting her vanilla scent engulf you completely.
wandanat x eldest child reader who trys so hard to stay independent but really js wants to be babied (am I projecting with this? Yes. Yes I am. )
You were raised to be independent, to look after yourself without much help. Raising your siblings and yourself while your parents were busy.
That was how you were, looking out for yourself since your first sibling was born.
When you met Wanda and Natasha you were entirely resistant to receiving help from them.
They were your neighbors, the married couple who had lived there for a few years already when you moved in.
As you unloaded your car with the few boxes you had, Natasha was out front, just across the street in nothing but a tight tanktop and shorts.
She offered to help, coming over with a small smile and helping hand. You brushed her off with a dismissive look and wave of your hand, balancing boxes in the other.
After that the two were still persistent to help. Inviting you over for dinners at least once a week, offering to help in any way needed. They were kinder to you than anyone had been in your life before.
You found it odd, giving them weird looks and continuing about your day.
But they were more persistent, and for the longest time you couldn't figure out why, but then they asked you out.
You stumbled over words for a moment, staring at them in confusion and wondering if it was a prank, but they remained patient and the look on Wanda's face told you everything.
Eventually you agreed to go out with them and the first date was a struggle. They offered to drive you, which you almost refused, before they used the logic that they lived right across the street.
You didn't let them pay for dinner, instead insisting on splitting the bill. Even though they were quite persistent, that was a battle you won.
Surprsingly you continued to go out with them, sandwiched between them most times and coerced into being a passenger princess and sitting in the back.
It irked you for a while, where they insisted on doing everything for you. Carrying your shit, driving you around, buying you stuff- things that seemed little but felt like a jab at your independence.
The first fight you three had was because you felt like they were undermining your freedom and autonomy.
"That's not what we're doing," Wanda explained softly, "We just want to take care of you."
The words hit you hard, knocking the wind out of your lungs before you come back with a snarky retort and storm out of the room.
Eventually, the three of you make up and something in the dynamic shifts.
You slowly start to trust them more, let them take care of you and help you with the small things while still trying to keep yourself as your own person.
When it came down to being sexual you absolutely refused to reliquish control. You wanted to have some part of control the entire time.
Whether it was as simple as not being on the bottom or having all your limbs free, which was difficult seeing as Wanda and Natasha were both very dominant people.
The next time they broke your walls down, coercing you to have a moment of vulnerability.
It was slow, maybe pinning your hands above your head and pushing you up against the wall or keeping your hips pinned down as they ate you out.
"Shh," Natasha murmured against your cunt as you thrashed your hips up. A safeword had been discussed so you weren't in any real distress, "Lay back. Let me take care of you."
Wanda was the first to tie you up, gently and slowly with soft whispered words and explaining it all along the way. She was patient with each sharp intake of your breath.
She took her time with eating you out, playing with different toys and her tongue and letting you feel each sensation.
The vulnerability in the bedroom transferred over to domestic life. You let them cook for you, drive, clean - again, little things that weren't so little you.
About a year into the relationship you were practically living at their house, half of your stuff there and sleeping in between them almost every night.
One day you were feeling particularly independent, snapping at everything they said and fighting back refusing to accept help.
You would think they would let it go, let you have your dy of independence, but no.
Instead you ended up tied to the bed, ankles and wrists cuffed to the ends of the bed so you couldn't move at all.
They teased you for hours, keeping you on edge until you were nothing but a babbling and incoherent mess.
"Just let mommy do the thinking."
Wanda tweaked your nipples, caressing your face and pressing tender kisses along your body to soothe you.
Natasha worked her fingers in and out of your cunt, slow and steady, "You ready to stop fighting us sweet girl?"
It took while but then you were just a thoughtless little toy for them, too fucked out to even think about doing anything yourself and just surrending to the pleasure.
The aftercare after that is so sweet, kind and careful. They give untie you with tender hands and soft whispered words before giving you a bath. This was the first time you fell into subspace, blissed out and ending up naked in bed and sucking on Wanda's nipple.
Her hands carded through your hair while she talked with Natasha casually and they soothed you to sleep.
I can’t fucking wait until all the Wanda maximoff starts writing summer themes again. I’ve been cleaning pool’s lately and I just keep thinking about MILF!Wanda hiring a lesbian to clean her pool🫠🫠🫠 (which obviously leads to smut)
summary: you piss natasha off and she calls wanda into her office to deal with you.
content: brat taming, dom!wandanat, small mommy kink, strap on (r receiving), finger sucking, voyeurism, orgasm denial, pussy eating (n receiving), degradation.
When Natasha's pen scratching faltered for the fifth time, and she took an irritated breath, you knew you were getting closer to getting what you wanted. Her patience was running thin.
"Sit fucking still," she growled, slamming her pen and turning her chair to face you.
You huffed. You begged to come to the office with Natasha, expecting her to fuck you on her desk until you couldn't take it anymore, but no, she stripped you naked and forced you to kneel next to her, telling to be quiet and still until she finished.
"I'm bored," You whined, reaching out for Natasha's leg but she slapped you away.
She pinched the bridge of her nose. If Natasha were a cartoon character, steam would be coming from her ears. She grabbed her office phone, punching in some numbers on the keypad, and held it to her ear. The line rang for a few seconds before being answered.
"My office. Now."
You frowned and started to rise, but Natasha forced you back down. That was weird. Natasha never lets anyone see you naked. She always said that your body is for her eyes only.
The door clicked open, and you nearly jumped up in excitement. Wanda Maximoff, Natasha's business partner, walked in, shooting you a cheeky grin before stopping in front of Natasha's desk.
"You could use your manners next time." Wanda remarked.
"Don't start." Natasha scoffed. "They've been pissing me off the entire day. Just deal with them."
Wanda hummed, sitting down on the couch and beckoning you over. You crawled over, pulling yourself onto her lap, and basically vibrating with excitement. It's been weeks since you last saw Wanda. You missed her.
She traced your lips with her thumb. "Been bad, huh?"
You pouted, pushing your face into Wanda's neck and grinding into her lap. Like always, she was packing. Wanda unzipped her pants and pulled her strap out, slapping it against your cunt. You sank down on it with ease, groaning at the stretch.
Wanda slipped two fingers inside your mouth. "Gotta stay quiet,"
Her fingers rest heavy on your tongue. You licked at the pads of her fingers and sucked lightly. She kept a bruising grip on your hip and slammed you down repeatedly. You swore she was about to split you in half.
Just as you were about to tip over the pleasurable edge, Natasha had to ruin it. "Stop,"
Wanda stilled your hips, keeping you snug against her. You cried out, softly slamming your fists against her shoulder. Wanda's face dropped, and she grabbed your wrists in an iron grip.
"You do not hit me," she hissed. "Do you understand me? You do not fucking hit me."
Your heart dropped. Angering Wanda was only a mistake an idiot would make. You mumbled an apology around her fingers.
"You're managing to piss off everyone today, aren't you?" Natasha threaded her fingers through your hair and yanked it.
You swallowed back a bratty response.
"I don't even think they deserve an orgasm," Wanda said.
Your cries of protest fell on deaf ears. You were forced to kneel at Wanda's feet and watch. Natasha took your place, sinking down on Wanda's strap, covered in your slick. Wanda pulled her into a messy kiss, muffling her moans and fueling your frustration.
"Please!" you begged.
They ignored you. Natasha was close, and you wished so badly that you could see her face as she came. It wasn't fair.
"You gonna cum for mommy?" Wanda asked with a shit-eating grin.
Natasha's laugh was cut off by a moan. Her head lulled forward and her body shook as her orgasm washed over her. Wanda continued to pump into her until Natasha pulled herself to sit next to Wanda.
She spread her legs and you eagerly sat between them, your eyes trained to her glistering cunt. She pulled your face into her, and your frustration was washed away. You licked and suckled on her clit until her back arched and a silent moan left her throat. Your eyes didn't leave her face for a second.
"Not that hard to be good, huh?" Natasha shuddered as you cleaned her.
-gymrat abby who begs you to go to the gym with her anytime she’s going, even buying you cute workout sets in your favorite colors.
-gymrat abby who always buys you a treat on her way back, a coffee, a cookie, a scone etc…
-gymrat abby who barely makes it into the front door before you’re kissing her and begging her to fuck you.
-who gets on her knees and eats you out like her life depends on it, moaning into your pussy and telling you how much she missed you.
-gymrat abby who does hip thrusts with you on top of her cause she can never miss out on a chance to tease you.
-gymrat abby who only wants you to come to the gym cause she hates being away from you for too long.
-gymrat abby who could literally burn water in a kettle.
-pilates/yoga reader who always does the most tempting positions when abby’s watching and gymrat abby who falls for it every damn time.
-gymrat abby who has stamina for DAYSSS.
-gymrat abby who tries yoga with you once and fails miserably, too impatient to follow instructions and hold the positions for the right periods of time and too inflexible to do some of the positions.
-gymrat abby who comes home and ruins you in every position you teased her with during yoga, “you can take it baby, come on, i know you’re a good fucking girl”.
-gymrat abby who would live on protein shakes, scrambled eggs, and toast if it weren’t for you.
-gymrat abby who uses every opportunity to remind you she's stronger than you.
