Since it has become a case among gamers and non-gamers, I decided to create this post containing the FF dedicated to Alcina Dimitrescu (Lady Dimitrescu / Tall Vampire Lady) that I can find on the Internet
This post will be updated as soon I find something new, therefore, feel free to send me links to add to the list and come back anytime, because from the reposts you will lose the updates!!
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1) In Vino Sacrificium (Series)
2) Feast Your Eyes (short story)
3) The Woman in the White Dress (Chapters in progress)
4) Lost (short story)
5) Resident Evil Village but Awesome (short story)
6) We Are Marionettes By Strings Animated, Yet Like Lovers Of Strings Liberated (short story)
7) Village (Chapters in progress)
8) The Lady of the House (Series)
9) Intruder (short story)
10) Resident Evil: Lewd Village (short story)
11) The Surprise (short story)
12) Nothing Fucks With My Baby (Except Me) (Chapters in progress)
13) Hers, forever (short story)
14) Lady Dimitrescu and her Good Girl (Stories completed)
15) Be a good pet (short story)
16) The Lapis Inferno (Chapters completed)
17) Our secret love (short story)
18) Bad day (short story)
19) Its a superiority thing (Chapters in progress)
20) The Lady’s Kitten! (Chapters in progress)
21) her new toy (Chapters in progress)
22) Why Are Humans Like This (short story)
23) The Cold is in Her Bones (Chapters in progress)
24) Lady of Legend (short story)
25) Sweet Pet (short story)
26) Beloved bound (short story)
27) Fuck You’re So Gorgeous, (And I Wanna Touch You). (short story)
28) Dessert (Chapters in progress)
29) Taken from the village (short story)
30) Resident Evil Drabbles (short stories in progress)
31) I’m Here, I’m Safe (short story)
32) For Old Times’ Sake (short story)
33) Virgin Dog (short story)
34) Akaibara (Chapters in progress)
35) So This Is Love (short story)
36) Who’s The Master Of Tall Now, Huh? (Chapters in progress)
37) The Mistresses New Daughter! (Chapters in progress)
38) A Willing Maiden? (short story)
39) Beloved [SCRIPT OFFER] [F4TF VARIATION] (short story to fill)
40) I trust you (short story)
41) Little Fly (short story)
42) Never Mind That Moaning In The Halls, There’s No Such Thing As Ghosts (short story)
43) I know what you’re after (short story)
44) neither pink nor pale (short story)
45) what of the body isn’t an unbecoming (Chapters in progress)
46) Blood and Byrrh (Chapters in progress)
47) Beginnings (Chapters in progress)
48) To Live Forever (short story)
49) Skelly Meets His Match (short story)
50) Just a toy (Chapters completed)
51) Stormy Illusions (short story)
52) I’m Falling (Don’t Catch Me) (Chapters in progress)
53) Desperate Escape (short story)
54) Ignis (short story)
55) finders keepers (short story)
56) Roses Before Dawn (2 chapters story)
57) Aftertaste (short story)
58) Liar (Chapters in progress)
59) Alcina’s Ultimate Form! (short story)
60) Love makes monsters of us all (Chapters in progress)
61) Cursed (Chapters completed)
62) Where It’s Warm (Chapters in progress)
63) The Witch, The Werewolf And The Vampire (short story)
64) Death Trap Clad (short story)
65) Plaything (short story)
66) To become something more! (Chapters in progress)
67) Lost, but not forgotten. (Chapters in progress)
68) I Love Human Stupidity (short story)
69) Lady Dimitrescu A-Z NSFW (short list)
70) Danse Macabre (Chapters in progress)
71) Game Over! (short story)
72) A Pet That’s Not You (short story)
73) The patterns of your heartbeat (Chapters in progress)
74) Survival (short story)
75) It Was A Wicked Thought (Chapters in progress)
76) Blackbird (Chapters completed)
77) How vampires are born (short story)
78) I Like My Coffee Like I Like My Women: Hot and Venti. (Chapters in progress)
79) Kiss of Blood (Chapters in progress)
80) You’re Not What I Asked For (short story)
81) I walk My Days On a Wire (short story)
82) Team Dimitrescu (short story)
83) Daughter’s Plaything! (short story)
84) It Starts With a Spilled Cup of Tea (Chapters completed)
85) There You Are (short story)
86) Fanfic of: “I Like My Coffee Like I Like My Women: Hot and Venti” (short story)
87) Lady Dimitrescu’s new slave (short story)
88) How The Mighty Have Shrunk? (short story)
89) Lady dimitrescu x oc (Chapters in progress)
90) Novitiate (Chapters in progress)
91) No More Tears Left (short story)
92) Taming One Of the Beasts! (short story)
93) In the Shadows of the Enemy (short story)
94) Rebirth series (short stories)
95) Comfort’s Embrace (short story)
96) A Maids Tale! (short story)
97) To Have Tea and Crackers (short story)
98) Me of all People!? (Chapters in progress)
99) The Tall Mistress (short story)
100) A Dance Of Death! (short story)
101) Retourne-toi! (Chapters in progress)
102) Roses, Hearts and Wine (short story)
103) Care to Dance? (Chapters in progress by me!)
104) Happy Valentine’s Day (short story)
105) Share The Love? (short story)
106) Vampire (short story)
107) Between monsters (Chapters in progress)
108) Giant Woman (song/rewriting)
109) Steeplechase (short story)
110) In The Shadows (Chapters in progress)
111) What is it Worth? (Chapters in progress)
112) The positives of being a maiden (short story)
113) Young And Beautiful (short story)
114) Queenslayer (Chapters in progress)
115) Life in Castle Dimitrescu (Chapters in progress)
116) A Soak (short story)
117) Child’s Play! (Chapters in progress)
118) Forbidden (Chapters in progress)
119) The Vampire’s Groom (short story)
120) Vampires Can Wear Sweaters Too (Chapters in progress)
121) Don’t Cry Mercy…. (short story)
122) Hear Me Out (short story)
123) Sanguinis et Mortis (short story)
124) A Warm Bed (short story)
125) The Bite That Binds The Gift That Gives (Chapters in progress)
126) Two Hearts Beat As One! (Chapters in progress)
127) Cat Got Your Tongue? (Chapters in progress)
128) The Truth Can Make a Rose Dead (short story)
129) The Mistress’s Artist (short story)
130) The Art of Submission (short story)
131) Her Name Upon My Soul (short story)
132) Mine only (short story)
133) Don’t leave me (short story)
134) The Morning Sun (short story)
135) What About What I Want? (Chapters in progress)
136) Facing the Leviathan (short story)
137) No Title (from Deviantart) (short story)
138) MILKERS: The big Smoke | Libro 1: Dimitrescu (Chapters in progress in Spanish)
139) Rolling Stone! (short story)
140) Moonlight Reflections (Chapter in progress)
141) In Sanguis Virginis Veritas (Chapters in progress)
142) Video Games? (short story)
143) Fragility (short story)
144) Pet Lessons (short story)
145) Symphony of Destruction (short story)
146) The Protectors (Chapters in progress)
147) Such A Messy Affair (short story)
148) nourishment (short story)
149) Ma Belle Evangeline (short story)
150) Big Tall Vampire Lady (Chapters in progress)
151) Plaything (Alcina Dimitrescu x Male Reader) (short story)
152) Unexpected (short story)
153) All Hallows’ Eve (Chapters in progress…by me!)
154) Affliction (Chapters in progress)
155) Adapt and Overcome (Chapters in progress)
156) So We Meet Again (short story)
157) Stole (Chapters in progress)
158) Unexpected expectancy (short story)
159) Blood Moon! (short story)
160) Under Your Spell (Chapters in progress)
161) Kitten Likes To Play! (short story)
162) A Good Servant (short story)
163) My Huntress, My Wife (short story)
164) Mother Is God In The Eyes Of A Child! (short story)
165) Memento Mori (Chapters in progress)
166) Hunter Becomes The Hunted! (Chapters in progress)
167) The One She Spared (Chapters in progress)
168) From Eden (Chapters in progress)
169) it takes a village (Chapters in progress)
170) This one time in Romania… (Chapters in progress)
171) One witch dead. One more to go. (short story)
172) Surprise Visit! (short story)
173) Falling into Darkness (Chapters in progress)
174) Finding What’s Lost! (Chapters in progress)
175) Call Me Mistress (short story)
176) Burn Witch Burn (Chapters in progress)
177) Scare Tactics (Chapters in progress)
178) a one shot from tumblr (short story)
179) Recon (Chapters in progress)
180) Tea and Ice Lattes (Chapters in progress)
181) Yes, Dear (short story)
182) Use Somebody (Chapters in progress)
183) The Party (short story)
184) Dimitrescu Winter Ball (short story)
185) Learning The Hard Way (short story)
186) The Vamp & The Wolf (Chapters in progress)
187) Trust Is Worth A Thousand Words (Chapters in progress)
188) Family Portrait (short story)
189) The Long Journey Home (Chapters in progress)
190) ~Iubire nemuritoare~ (Chapters in progress)
191) A New Breed (Chapters in progress)
192) Part of the Job (short story)
193) Lingering (short story)
194) Dani’s Mom (shorto story)
195) What Do We Do With A Drunken Vampire? (short story)
196) You’re Such A Royal Pain In The Fang! (short story)
197) Woman in White (short story)
198) One shot from tumblr
199) Night Light (short story)
200) The Goddess And The Vampire! (short story)
HOUSE OF DIMITRESCU FF
1) Between Thirst and Affection (short story about Daniela)
2) Series about new character Rosemary Dimitrescu: Part 1 When A Rose Blooms In Winter (Completed); Part 2 Every Rose Has It’s Thorns (Completed); Part 3 A Bed of Roses (In progress)
3) Potential Bad Idea (short story about Daniela)
4) Supermarket Flowers (short story about Daniela)
5) Good Girl! (short story about Daniela)
6) Taming one of the beasts! (short story)
7) Into the Unknown (Chapters in progress, multifandom)
The bass thumped low through the underground club like a second heartbeat. Dim red lighting washed over velvet booths and bodies pressed too close together. You tugged at the hem of the dangerously short dress Natasha had squeezed you into, the silk clinging to every curve like it had been painted on. A slit ran high up your thigh, and the neckline plunged low enough that you felt exposed in the best and worst ways. Heels taller than anything you’d ever trained in made your legs look endless.
“Remember,” Steve’s voice crackled softly through the tiny comm in your ear, “you’re the distraction. Get close to the target, get him talking, and we’ll handle the rest. Wanda’s on overwatch.”
Your stomach flipped at her name. Wanda Maximoff. The woman who barely spoke two words to you since you’d joined the team almost two months ago. The woman whose green eyes followed you across every briefing room but never held yours for long. The woman you were stupidly, hopelessly in love with, even though she clearly couldn’t stand you.
You swallowed and adjusted the delicate pendant around your neck. It was meant to make you stand out as an easy target: wealthy and stupid. "Copy." Your voice crackled through the comms for everyone to hear, and you had to steady your breathing to keep it from shaking. You couldn't risk sounding like a little bitch during a mission where everyone, including Wanda, was counting on your performance to distract the target.
Pietro had tried to reassure you once before. He had cornered you in the compound kitchen with that knowing smirk. "She doesn't hate you, printsessa. Trust me." He had promised you. But then he'd zipped away before explaining, leaving you more confused than ever.
Across the club, you spotted the target: Victor Hale, arms dealer with a weakness for pretty girls who looked like they enjoyed trouble. You painted on a sultry smile and started toward him, hips swaying with every step. You could feel eyes on you. Not just the ones you wanted.
Since you had started living at the compound, you'd gotten along surprisingly well with the team. Natasha always offered to spar with you and hyped you up during training. Bucky made a habit of bringing you coffee every morning exactly how you liked it. Pietro cracked jokes and teased you, ruffling your hair after every training session. They were all so welcoming and kind in their own ways, which made adjusting to your new life easier.
You reached Hale's booth and leaned against the table, letting the dress do half the work for you.
"Mind if I join you?" you purred, voice low and honey-sweet. "It's too crowded out there for a girl like me."
Hale's eyes raked over you, his gaze slow and predatory. "For a woman who looks like she could be my sweetest sin? Always."
You laughed softly, sliding into the booth beside him. Close enough to smell the overpowering cologne he had covered himself in. Close enough to feel Wanda's gaze burning into the back of your neck from her shadowed position near the bar.
She too was undercover. Her only job was to monitor your live interactions with Hale and intervene quickly if things went sideways. But she had strict orders not to draw any attention to herself or interrupt your conversation unless there was an emergency. It meant that she'd had to change outfits as well. From the quick, stolen glance you'd allowed yourself, she was wearing a sleek black cocktail dress that hugged her figure with elegant restraint. It was modest enough at the neckline to blend in, but short enough to show off her long, toned legs, paired with a leather jacket that gave her an edge of dangerous sophistication. Her red hair fell in soft waves over one shoulder, and the subtle smokiness around her eyes made her look effortlessly lethal.
God, she was stunning. Your mouth went dry for a second, heat pooling low in your belly as you tried to force your focus back onto Hale. Stay on mission, you scolded yourself. But the image of Wanda in that dress lingered, making it far harder to concentrate on the delicate situation you were stuck in.
You moved forward with your mission, creating flirty conversation while sneaking in subtle questions about his business, your fingers brushing his arm while you listened to him brag about his illegal affairs.
Every time you leaned in closer to Hale, laughing at one of his weak jokes, you caught glimpses of movement near the bar. A flash of red hair shifting, shoulders tensing. Scarlet red energy flickering faintly at the edge of your vision before vanishing completely. You wondered, just for a heartbeat, if something was wrong. Maybe someone had tipped Hale off and he was playing along. Maybe it was all too easy. Maybe Wanda had spotted an unseen threat. Seconds passed, and you held your breath for a moment, waiting, but she stayed in position. Professional. Silent. Like always.
Twenty minutes later, Hale's hand landed high on your thigh under the table. "You're wasted on the dance floor, sweetheart. Come somewhere quieter with me. I've got a private lounge in the back."
Your pulse spiked. The plan had been clear: stay in the open bar where Wanda could watch and extract you if needed. Get the intel on his shipments, slip away, and let the team track the warehouse for a coordinated assault later. But Hale was finally opening up, and this was an opportunity. If you got him alone, you could take him down quietly, drag him back to the compound for questioning, and cut the whole operation short. It went against protocol; it was risky and impulsive, but you were confident you could handle it.
You smiled, slow and inviting, ignoring the way your comm stayed suspiciously quiet. “Lead the way.”
He guided you through a dimly lit hallway, past velvet curtains, into a luxurious back room with a leather couch, low lighting, and a locked door. The second it clicked shut, his demeanor shifted. Greedy hands reached for your waist, pulling you flush against him. His palms roamed lower, squeezing your ass roughly as he ground against you, one hand sliding up to grope your breast through the thin silk.
“You feel even better than you look,” he growled, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. The strap of your dress snapped under the force, the fabric tearing down the front with a sharp rip that left you exposed, lace bra barely covering you as cool air hit your skin.
You moved faster. A sharp elbow to the ribs, a knee to the groin, and a whack over the head with the wooden clock left on a desk near the door. Hale crumpled with a groan. Your hands fumbled into your dress, pulling out zip-ties. You tied his wrists quickly, heart hammering.
“Target down,” you whispered into the comm. “He’s out. I’m fine.”
No response. "I repeat, target down. All clear." High-pitched static answered instead. Your comms had cut out.
You exhaled, rolling your shoulders, trying to tug the ruined dress back into place when the door burst open with a crack of splintering wood.
Wanda stood there, eyes glowing bright scarlet, chest heaving like she’d sprinted the entire way. For one terrifying second her gaze locked on you, topless except for the lacy black bra, skin flushed and marked with fingerprints, the shallow cut bleeding sluggishly on your collarbone. Then she was on you.
Her hands grabbed your shoulders, firm but trembling. She pulled you against her chest, one arm wrapping around your back as the other frantically checked you over. Her fingers ghosted over the cut, the bruises forming on your ribs, the torn strap of your dress. She tilted your chin up, green eyes wide and desperate as they searched your face for any sign of serious injury. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts against your hair. She didn’t speak, she just held you tight, hands roaming with a gentleness that contradicted the chaos magic sparking at her fingertips. For a moment, all you felt was relief in her touch.
Then she pulled back just enough to look at you properly. The relief in her eyes hardened into something sharper, hotter.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she whisper-shouted, voice low and cracking with barely contained fury. “You were supposed to stay in the bar! I had eyes on you, I was ready to pull you out, and you just- just walked off with him? Alone? Do you have any idea what could have happened?”
Her hands were still gripping your arms, tight enough to anchor you but shaking with the aftermath of fear. You opened your mouth to explain, but the roar of the Quinjet’s engines cut through the hallway as Tony’s voice crackled over the backup channel.
“Package secured. We’re pulling you both out right now. Move!”
Wanda’s jaw clenched. She didn’t let go of your arm as she half-dragged, half-guided you toward the extraction point, her silence now heavier than any words. The team was waiting, expressions shifting from victory to confusion as they took in the scene from your torn dress and the blood to Wanda’s rigid fury.
The ride back to the compound was agonizingly long.
You sat wrapped in a blanket someone had tossed over your shoulders, shivering more from the weight of everything than the cold. The team tried to celebrate at first. Steve clapped you on the back (gently), praising the intel you’d already gathered. Natasha offered a small, proud smirk. But the tension rolling off Wanda was impossible to ignore. She sat directly across from you, arms crossed tight over her chest, jaw locked, eyes burning holes into the floor… then flicking to the cut on your collarbone… then to the blanket slipping off your shoulder. Every time her gaze lingered, her lips pressed thinner.
No one dared speak directly to either of you. The usual post-mission banter died quickly. Pietro shot you a worried glance, then looked at his sister and wisely stayed quiet. The Quinjet hummed on, minutes stretching into what felt like hours. You kept your eyes down, stomach twisting. You’d broken protocol. You’d scared her. She already avoided you, now she’d never look at you again. The silence dragged, thick and suffocating, every second amplifying the ache in your chest.
By the time the Quinjet finally landed at the compound, you felt raw and small. Wanda stood first, storming down the ramp without a backward glance, red leather jacket flaring behind her as she headed straight for the living quarters.
You followed before you could talk yourself out of it, heart pounding in your throat.
“Wanda, wait-”
She didn’t slow down, boots echoing sharply down the corridor. “Leave me alone.”
“Wanda, please, just let me explain-”
“I said leave me alone!” Her voice cracked as she kept walking, shoulders hunched like she was holding herself together by sheer force of will. “Piss off, Y/n. I can’t do this right now.”
You kept chasing, voice desperate and breaking. “I’m sorry! I know I fucked up, I went off plan, I shouldn’t have gone to the back room, but I thought I could handle it and bring him in and-”
She shoved open her door but didn’t slam it in your face. You slipped inside after her, closing it softly.
The room was dim, lit only by a single lamp. Wanda stood with her back to you, shoulders rigid, fists clenched at her sides.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice cracking. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. “I know I went off-plan. I thought I could handle it. I didn’t mean to ruin the mission or make the team’s job harder-”
Wanda spun around, eyes blazing with unshed tears and raw fury. “You didn’t mean to? Do you have any idea what I went through watching that? His hands on you, that dress ripping, you disappearing where I couldn’t see you-”
You flinched, assuming the worst. “I know. I broke protocol. Steve’s going to be pissed and I deserve it. I put the whole operation at risk because I got cocky and thought I could finish it myself. I’m so sorry if I made you look bad in front of everyone or complicated things for the team-”
“That’s not-” Wanda cut herself off, breathing hard. She took a shaky step closer, then another, until she was right in front of you. Her hands hovered like she wanted to grab you but was afraid to. “You think this is about the plan? About Steve or the team?”
You blinked, the disappointment in your voice seeping through. “What else would it be about? You’ve barely spoken to me since I got here. You've known from the start that I'm not cut out for this. Tonight just proved it.”
Wanda stared at you for a long moment, something pained and disbelieving flickering across her face. Then the words started pouring out.
“I was terrified,” she choked. Her voice low as she took the slightest step towards you. She looked up and you could see vulnerability spilling out of her light green eyes. “Not about the mission. About you. I watched him pull you away and my mind wouldn’t stop showing me everything that could go wrong. You bleeding out on the floor. You not coming back. I couldn’t reach you, I couldn’t protect you, and I thought-" her voice cut off abruptly, thick with emotion.
"Wanda," her name fell from your lips gently as you reached out for her. She shook her head, continuing.
"I thought I was going to lose you." You froze, the air leaving your lungs.
"Lose me?"
“I’ve been terrified since the day you joined,” she continued, voice trembling as she stepped even closer. “Terrified because you’re brilliant and kind and so fucking beautiful it hurts. You remember the little things about people, like Natasha's favourite movies because I know you've watched them all, or how Pietro needs someone to laugh at his dumb jokes so he doesn’t feel alone. You stay late in the training room helping people even when you’re exhausted. You’re so sweet it makes my chest ache, and then you walk into a room looking like a literal goddess and every idiot on this team starts circling you. Sam with his ‘just the two of us’ sparring. Bucky with the coffee. I watch it all, but I wanna be the one who does all that for you. I want to be the reason you smile like that.”
Her voice dropped, thick with emotion again. "Being around you makes my magic easier to control. It feels like I can direct it, instead of it directing me. You make the compound feel like home. And tonight I thought I was going to lose the one person who makes me feel like I could still be good. Like I could still have something real."
Her confession hung between you, heavy and electric. The tension in the air was palpable. All the distance, the silence, the jealousy, it had never been what you assumed. For moment you didn't reply, too stunned speak, and Wanda hung her head ever so slightly, accepting your silence as an answer.
"Wanda..." You closed the gap, cupping her face with trembling hands. You let your thumb gently caress her cheek, tilting her chin up so you could see her eyes. "I'm right here. And I've wanted you for so long. I just never knew... I thought you couldn't stand me."
Her control shattered. She kissed you like she was drowning, desperate and claiming, hands sliding under the ruined dress to pull you flush against her. The kiss was messy, wet with tears, teeth clashing and tongues sliding as months of longing poured out. Wanda’s fingers dug into your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as she walked you backward toward her bed.
You gasped into her mouth when the backs of your knees hit the mattress. Wanda didn’t stop kissing you- deep, filthy, devouring -as she pushed you down gently. Her leg slid between your thighs, pressing firmly against your core through the remnants of your dress and panties. The pressure made you moan, hips rolling instinctively against her.
The kiss only grew more desperate as Wanda ground her thigh against you, the friction sending sparks through your entire body. Your hands fisted in her red hair, tugging just hard enough to make her groan into your mouth.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” she panted against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue. Her hands roamed greedily, cupping your breasts through the lace bra, thumbs teasing your nipples until they peaked. She unclasped the bra with one smooth motion and tossed it aside, mouth descending to latch onto one nipple, sucking hard while her hand kneaded the other.
You arched with a broken moan, grinding harder against her thigh. “Wanda… please…”
She moved lower, kissing down your stomach, nipping at your hips before hooking her fingers into your panties and dragging them down your legs. Her breath ghosted over your core, making you shiver.
Wanda’s hands immediately gripped your thighs, spreading them wide and holding you open. “No hiding from me, detka,” she whispered, voice low and commanding, laced with dark hunger. “I’ve waited too long for this. You’re going to let me take my time with you.”
She was completely in control. Her eyes glowing faintly scarlet, red hair cascading over her shoulders as she settled between your legs. Every touch, every lingering kiss designed to pull more pleasure from you. She got off on it, you could tell. The way her own breathing hitched whenever you whimpered, the soft, satisfied hums she made against your skin.
Wanda started at your inner thigh, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, licking slow stripes upward only to pull away right before she reached where you needed her most. She repeated the motion on the other thigh, teeth grazing lightly, tongue soothing the faint marks she left. Your hips twitched desperately, but her hands held you firmly in place.
“Wanda… please,” you begged, voice already wrecked. “I need you.”
“Not yet,” she murmured against your skin, kissing just beside your dripping pussy, so close you could feel the heat of her breath. She licked a long stripe up one thigh again, then the other, deliberately avoiding your center. Her fingers traced feather-light patterns on your hips, your stomach, everywhere except where you were aching for her.
You were trembling, hips rolling uselessly as arousal dripped down your thighs. “Please, Wanda-I can’t- I need your mouth. I’m so wet for you, please…”
She looked up at you with blown pupils, lips shiny, a wicked little smile playing on her face. “So pretty when you beg. Look at you… dripping for me already and I’ve barely touched you.”
Finally, she dragged her tongue slowly through your folds, a single broad lick from your entrance to your clit. You cried out, back arching sharply. But she didn’t stay. She pulled back and kissed your thigh again, licking up the wetness that had spilled there, savoring you.
“Wanda- fuck- please don’t stop,” you whined, hands fisting the sheets.
She hummed, clearly enjoying how desperate you sounded. Only then did she return, licking slow, lazy circles around your clit but never quite giving direct pressure. She teased her tongue at your entrance, dipping just the tip inside before pulling out again, over and over, driving you higher without letting you tip over.
Your moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. “Please, baby, I need more. I’ll be good, just please let me come-”
Wanda finally took mercy, sealing her mouth around your clit and sucking gently while her tongue flicked in perfect rhythm. Two fingers pressed inside you at once, curling deep and stroking that spot that made stars explode behind your eyes. She didn’t rush even now, thrusting slowly, deliberately, drawing it out as long as possible while her mouth worked you perfectly.
“You gonna come for me, darling?” she teased, voice muffled against your pussy, green eyes flicking up to watch your face. “That’s it, pretty girl. Let me taste how much you need me.”
Her dirty words sent you over the edge. You came hard with a sharp cry of her name, thighs shaking around her head, walls clenching rhythmically around her fingers. Wanda moaned against you, clearly getting off on your pleasure, and worked you through every wave until you were whimpering and oversensitive.
But she wasn’t done.
She climbed back up your body, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on her tongue. “Such a good girl for me,” she praised, voice husky. “But I’m nowhere near finished with you…”
Wanda flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on all fours. She kissed down your spine, nipping at the curve of your ass before spreading you open again. Her tongue returned, slow and teasing, licking from your clit all the way up and circling your entrance.
“Look at this pretty pussy,” she murmured, voice thick with lust. “So wet and needy for me. You’re going to give me another one, aren’t you, baby?”
Wanda ate you out like she had all night, because she did.
She started with feather-light flicks of her tongue against your swollen clit. Her movements were quick, barely-there touches that made your hips jerk forward desperately. Then she switched to long, slow, flat licks from your entrance all the way up, dragging through your folds and savoring every drop of your arousal like it was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted. She hummed in approval against you, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” she groaned, pulling back just enough to kiss the inside of your thigh, licking up the slick that had dripped down your skin. “So fucking sweet for me.”
She teased her tongue at your entrance again, dipping just the tip inside, shallow and slow, fucking you with only the smallest movements before pulling out completely. You whimpered, pushing back against her face, but she held your hips firmly in place.
“Patience, detka,” she whispered, voice dark and amused. “I want to enjoy every second of this.”
She returned to your clit, licking lazy circles around it, still never giving you the direct pressure you craved. Every time your moans grew louder and your thighs started to shake, she’d pull away and kiss along your folds or suck gently on your inner lips instead, always keeping you right on the edge without letting you fall just like before.
“Mmh, Wands, I'm so close again-” you sobbed, fingers twisting in the sheets. “I need more, I need you," you moaned out, calling for her.
"Yeah? You need me, baby?" She taunted you again, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on her lips. You whimpered and nodded. Wanda flipped onto her back and pulled you on top of her, straddling her thigh. She gripped your hips firmly, guiding you down so your soaked pussy pressed flush against her toned thigh. "Ride me." She ordered, eyes dark with lust. "Use my thigh to get yourself off. I want to feel how desperate you are for me."
You obeyed instantly, grinding down against her. The slick, hot friction was perfect, your clit dragging along her skin with every roll of your hips. Wanda's hands stayed on your waist, helped you move faster, harder, while she watched you with hungry eyes.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good." You whimper into her shoulder.
“That’s it, baby,” she groaned, flexing her thigh beneath you. “Look at you, soaking me like such a needy little thing. So fucking pretty riding my thigh. You gonna come all over me again?”
The praise and the delicious pressure sent you spiraling. You ground down harder, moaning loudly as your second orgasm hit, flooding her thigh with fresh wetness. Wanda moaned with you, clearly getting off on your pleasure, and kept guiding your hips through every wave until you were trembling and breathless.
She climbed back up your body, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on her tongue again. “Such a good girl for me,” she praised, voice husky. “You can take more.."
Wanda reached into her nightstand and pulled out a sleek red harness with a thick, realistic silicone cock attached. It was veiny, girthy, and perfectly curved. Your mouth watered instantly. She fastened it around her hips with practiced movements, adjusting the straps so the base pressed firmly against her swollen clit. The sight of her like, this naked, flushed, cock jutting out proudly, made fresh arousal drip down your thighs.
“On your knees, baby,” she commanded softly, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread.
You slid off the mattress immediately, settling between her thighs on the floor. Wanda cupped your cheek tenderly, thumb brushing your lower lip.
“Suck it for me,” she murmured, voice low and dark. “Show me how badly you want me to fuck you with it.”
You leaned in eagerly, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to the tip before swirling your tongue around the head. Wanda’s breath hitched sharply. The harness shifted, pressing the base harder against her clit. You took more into your mouth, sucking slowly, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head.
“Fuck… just like that,” Wanda groaned, one hand threading gently into your hair. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, detka. So eager for me.”
You took her deeper, relaxing your throat until your nose brushed the harness. “Mmmph..” you moaned around the thick length, looking up at her with watery eyes. Wanda’s hips twitched, grinding the base against her clit.
“God, yes- take it deeper, baby. Let me feel that pretty throat,” she panted. “You’re doing so good for me. Such a perfect little cocksucker.”
You hummed loudly in response, the vibration making her moan. “Wanna make you feel good,” you gasped when you pulled off for air, strings of saliva connecting your lips to the strap. “Want you to fuck me so bad after this.”
Wanda’s eyes darkened. “Keep talking like that and I won’t last. Suck it again, baby. Make me come so I can ruin that pussy properly.”
You dove back down, sucking harder, faster, one hand stroking the base while the other gently massaged where the harness pressed against her. “Please come for me,” you begged between bobs, voice hoarse. “I need you to use my mouth and get yourself off.”
Wanda’s thighs trembled around your head. “Fuckkk- yes, just like that. I’m so close, baby. Don’t stop- gonna come down your throat-”
She came with a broken cry, hips stuttering as the harness ground hard against her clit. Her whole body shook, thighs clamping around your head as waves of pleasure rolled through her. You kept sucking gently, moaning encouragement until she was whimpering and oversensitive.
Wanda pulled you up into a filthy, desperate kiss. “My perfect girl,” she whispered against your lips, voice wrecked. “Now get on the bed. Hands and knees. I need to be inside you.”
You scrambled into position, ass up, chest pressed to the mattress. Wanda knelt behind you, running her hands reverently over your ass and spreading you open. She teased the thick head of the strap up and down your soaked folds.
“So wet for me,” she murmured. “This pretty pussy is going to take every inch. Tell me how bad you want it.”
“I need it so bad,” you whimpered, pushing back against the tip. “Please fuck me, Wanda. I’ve been so empty without you.”
She pressed in slowly, just the tip stretching you open. You moaned loudly. “Oh God- yesss, more. Fill me up!"
“Inch by inch, baby,” Wanda groaned, sinking deeper. “Feel how full I’m making you? That’s my cock stretching this tight little cunt.”
When she bottomed out, hips flush against your ass, the fullness was overwhelming. “Fuck, you’re so deep,” you gasped. “It feels so good. Please, I need you to move. Fuck me.”
Wanda started with long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. “You feel incredible,” she panted. “So hot and tight around me. This pussy was made for my cock.”
“Harder,” you begged, pushing back. “Please, Wands, I can take it.”
She picked up speed, hips snapping harder. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. “Yeah? You want it rough, baby? Want me to fuck you stupid?”
“Yess- please- fuck me stupid,” you cried out. “I’m yours. Use me.”
Wanda fucked you harder, pounding into you relentlessly. Her hands groped your ass, feeling you up. “That’s my good girl. Taking my cock so well. Look at you, pushing back like you can’t get enough.”
One hand slid around to rub your clit. “Come for me,” she demanded. “Come on my cock like the needy slut you are for me.”
You came hard for the final time, vision whiting out as pleasure overwhelmed you. Wanda fucked you through it, grinding deep until she came again with a broken moan, hips stuttering against your ass.
She didn’t pull out.
Instead, Wanda stayed buried to the hilt inside you, collapsing carefully over your back. Her cock remained deep, stretching you open as she rolled her hips in slow, lazy circles, grinding the base against her own oversensitive clit while keeping you full.
“Stay just like this,” she murmured against your ear, voice rough and possessive. “I want to feel you fluttering around me. This pussy is still mine.”
You whimpered at the overstimulation, clenching around the thick strap as aftershocks rolled through you. Wanda groaned low, pressing deeper, savoring the way your walls pulsed.
“That’s it,” she whispered, kissing the back of your neck. “Keep squeezing my cock. Feel how deep I am? No one else gets to have you like this. Ever.”
She kept the slow, grinding rhythm going for long minutes, hips rolling lazily, cock nestled deep inside you as you both came down. Every small movement sent sparks through your over-sensitive body. Wanda’s hands roamed possessively—squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, gripping your hips to hold you exactly where she wanted you.
When she finally pulled out, it was slow and deliberate, drawing a broken moan from you at the emptiness. She tossed the harness aside and pulled you flush against her, one thigh slipping between yours so you were still pressed together, slick and warm.
“Mine,” she said simply, voice low and satisfied, lips brushing your shoulder as she held you close.
You shivered in her arms, utterly spent and claimed, a small, wrecked smile on your lips.
note:
You guys voted for smut (which I've never really written), so I thought it would be easier to write something filthy and just go for it lmao
summary: wanda thinks she’s still figuring out what it means to want a woman. what she doesn’t realize is that she’s already fallen for one.
authors note: could not stop thinking about baby gay wanda. writing this genuinely made my heart burst into a million pieces from the cuteness. hope yall love this dynamic as much as i do! this is not proofread.
content warning(s): age gap (w->37, r->22), yearning, unofficial relationship (but they’re so close to one), beach date, lots of fluffy fluff, wanda is such a respectful cutie, eventual smut, soft smut, lots of kissing, breast groping, dildo usage, orgasms, aftercare
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knock knock
you freeze from your spot in the bathroom. you had your hands half tangled in your hair, about to throw it up in a loose bun at the nape of your neck. you linger there for another moment, pausing to see if you’d hear the noise again.
nothing.
you twist your fingers through the elastic, wrapping it around the bunched up hair you gathered in the other hand.
knock knock
your hands drop. this time you shuffle towards the door. without bothering to look through the peep hole, you reach for the handle and swing the door open.
wanda.
there she was.
you forget to speak. it was hard to remember when wanda was standing on your doorstep looking like that. the sunlight caught in her hair, pulling out strands of copper you’d somehow never noticed before.
“were you not ready?” she asks, breaking the silence when you don’t. her eyes rake over your form.
the light breeze caught in the linen button up she was wearing, revealing a small glimpse of her black swimsuit underneath.
“no, i was ready. i just thought you were going to text me.” you reply, pulling your phone out of your back pocket to check for any possible missed messages from her.
“well, that seems kind of silly to text when i have two perfectly working legs.” she quips back, reaching up to readjust her sunglasses over her eyes. you miss the access to her green stare immediately.
“shall we?” she gestures towards the general direction of her parked car.
“yeah, let me just grab my stuff.” you shuffle back towards the main living space, gathering your beach bag and a small beach umbrella which was big enough to shade two people.
when you turn to lock the front door, wanda grabs the bag slung over your shoulder.
“you don’t need to carry my bag.” you reach for it, but she already had it secured over her right shoulder.
“i’ll let you carry the umbrella. c’mon.” she reaches for you with her free hand, her fingers wiggling in the air when you hesitate for a moment.
your stomach flutters at the gesture. she made everything feel so easy and natural. sometimes you forget this is her first time doing this with a woman.
you take her hand after a moment, allowing her to guide you to the car.
“you wanna connect your phone to the speakers?” she asks once she finally slid into the driver's seat and started the engine.
you nod your head, navigating to the bluetooth on your phone to connect it to the car.
wanda doesn’t know it, but you carefully created a selection of songs for this date specifically. you packed a speaker in your bag for background music while you two lounged on the sand. it was a painstaking process really. you only knew a handful of songs she really liked—which were at the top of the playlist. the rest you had to guess.
“you remembered.” wanda speaks once the song starts playing through the speakers.
“remembered what?” you feign ignorance.
“i told you i liked this one.” she smiles, her eyes focused on the road ahead. she begins tapping her thumbs on her steering wheel to the beat of the song. it makes your chest bloom with warmth. she noticed. you wanted her to know you were invested in her interests.
the drive there was only about 20 minutes, but it was long enough that you were ready to stretch your legs. being nervous always made you so restless.
unpacking the car went smoothly enough. finding a spot, however, was apparently a matter wanda took very seriously.
“this is a good spot.” she finally declares after making you two wander around for the perfect place.
“uh huh. and what’s so special about this spot exactly?” you lift your hand to block the sun from hitting your eyes. you make a show of looking around at all the other perfectly adequate patches of sand you passed by.
“it just is.” wanda shrugs. she kneels in the sand, laying out a blanket to sit on.
“right.” you agree dryly—teasing. you drop to your knees on the blanket, letting the umbrella in your hand fall to the side.
“did you bring sunscreen?” she asks, moving the picnic basket she packed further back so it wasn’t preventing you two from sitting closer.
“maybe.” you shrug.
“that’s a no.” she reaches into her own bag, retrieving three different bottles of sunscreen.
“you plan on lathering that all on one person?” you tease. it was only the 9th date and you couldn’t help but notice she overpacked when it came to everything.
“one is SPF 30, one 50, and this one is for your face.” she holds up the smallest bottle. it was a brand you’d never seen before.
“come here.” she scoots over an inch, already opening the small bottle and squeezing some onto her hands.
“wanda you really don’t—“ you start to protest, but she cuts you off.
“i can’t take you back home looking like a lobster.” she holds out her hand half lathered in sunscreen. her expression is expectant. you stare at her for a few moments, measuring if she was being serious or not.
it made your belly curl thinking about her putting sunscreen on you. the way she went out of her way to do little things for you—
“well?” she adds when you stare blankly at her.
“well what?”
“are you coming over here or am i coming over there?” truthfully the thought of her taking care of you this way warmed you all the way down to your toes. you just weren’t sure if you could keep yourself composed with something that felt so intimate.
you hesitate only for a second longer before shuffling closer so she could comfortably reach you. you sit with your legs laid out in front of you, your back to her. warm hands lathered with sunscreen begin to massage your shoulders.
she’s very thorough in her application method, going over the expanse of your back twice before deeming it sufficiently protected from the sun. she gives your forearms a squeeze when she’s done, signaling she wants you to turn around.
your breath stutters when you turn and realize just how close the two of you are. your legs are now folded indian style, wanda’s form kneeling in front of you.
“i can do the rest.” you reach for the sunscreen she discarded beside you. it was easier to suggest something practical than admit the intimacy of it was making your stomach flip. she begins lathering your arms as if you had said nothing.
“my hands are already covered in sunscreen.” she finishes covering your arms, smoothing the remaining lotion onto your chest. she’s very thorough in that as well, her fingers tucking under the straps of your bikini top just in case they slid around throughout the afternoon.
you watch her for a moment, a small dent in her brows as if she were very focused on the task at hand. she rubs her hands together once she’s finished, smoothing the excess sunscreen along her forearms until it absorbs into her skin.
“you trust me to do my face?” you inquire teasingly.
wanda glances up. “do you need assistance?”
you laugh once. “no.”
“then yes.” she hands you the small bottle of face sunscreen. you squeeze some onto your fingertips, rubbing it into your cheeks and forehead. it had a faint tropical smell to it that was quite pleasant.
“well, i’m sufficiently protected from the sun.” you declare, handing wanda back the bottles she laid beside you. “you wanna go for a swim?” you begin to stand, lingering on your knees as you wait for a response.
“swim? i think i’d rather look at the cold water than be in it.” her eyes drift towards the ocean, her hands coming up to grasp onto her biceps as she folds her arms across her chest.
“c’mon wanda, it’s the ocean. it’s meant to be swam in.” you attempt to convince her, though experience had already taught you wanda wasn’t easily swayed.
“you go on ahead. i’ll supervise.” she nods her head towards the water, tipping the sunglasses adorning her head back over her eyes.
you sigh, holding your hands up in surrender.
“alright… but you’re gonna be missing out on tons of fun.” you emphasize the ‘tons of fun’ part, a last attempt to persuade her before you rise to your feet.
“i’ll take my chances.” wanda smiles.
you almost roll your eyes, but when you glance at her smile, it’s so warm and endearing that her refusal was entirely weightless.
you turn and head to where the waves were lapping at the shore. the water is cold—just like wanda said. you can’t bring yourself to care though as you wade into the water. you love being in the ocean.
goosebumps prick along your body, but it doesn’t stop you from stepping further into the sea. you see an incoming wave and duck underneath it just before it breaks. when you resurface, you duck under another one. the feeling of the water gently carrying and moving you beneath the surface was invigorating.
you let the waves push you close to the shore, only to swim back out and have the process repeated multiple times.
as the water carries you closer to the sand for the 5th time, your eyes are drawn to the bright white and yellow stripped blanket wanda had laid out for you two. you see her sitting there, one knee bent, sunglasses perched on her nose as she watched the shoreline.
she caught you staring immediately. of course she was watching.
she lifts her hand once, the gesture causing something to tug in your chest. the moment your feet hit the sand, you’re already marching back toward her.
“what happened to all of the fun?” wanda asks.
you’re standing back barely a respectable distance given that you’re dripping water.
“it’s not as fun without you.” you pout. you would lie and say you didn’t do it to play dirty, but that was exactly your intent.
wanda purses her lips, lifting her tinted frames just above her brows. she squints her eyes as they adjust to the brightness of the sun, her gaze not straying from your face.
“i guess we can’t have that.” she says after a moment.
you beam at her, your smile gleaming in the sunlight. you extend your hand towards her, your fingers wiggling in the air just as she had done earlier when she came to pick you up.
wanda accepts your hand as you help to pull her to her feet. you mean to let go of her hand once she was standing, but her fingers never loosen around yours.
feet pad against warm sand as you make your way to the water in comfortable silence.
when wanda’s toes finally reach the cold water, she hisses at the sensation but otherwise continues walking further into the water with you.
“(y/n), it’s freezing.” she says through her teeth, her arms lifted almost comically above the water as she attempts to keep some part of herself dry.
“it’s a little chilly.” you shrug, an amused smile playing on your lips at her reaction. you let go of her hand, sinking further into the water. you watch her from where the water laps at your neck. she was only in as deep as her ribs.
there’s a playful dance in your eyes wanda must have caught on to because her eyes suddenly narrow in on your gaze.
“don’t you dare.” she warns.
“what?” you ask innocently, drifting a couple inches away from her.
“you know what.” she takes a step back herself—as if that would save her.
you let the anticipation build, a sly grin spreading across your face before you pull your arms back under water and then splash in her direction.
she freezes, looking down at herself and then back at you incredulously.
“oh, you did not.” she pushes some hair off her face that stuck to the side of her cheek.
“i did.” you’re still smiling, completely unapologetic.
“that was very rude.” you study her expression, trying to gauge if she was truly upset or not. she did look stern, but just as you were about to open your mouth to say something, you’re met with a face full of water.
you gasp, blinking multiple times to clear your vision. up until this point, wanda never bothered retaliating whenever you teased her. she simply let you have your fun. this was new.
you look back at her, her green eyes shimmering with something suspiciously close to delight.
“there.” she smirks.
“there?” you echo.
“now we’re even.” she nods her head, like this was a resolution.
“that’s it?” you ask, raising your brows.
“were you expecting more?” she mirrors your expression.
“maybe.” you admit.
“don’t push your luck.” she keeps her gaze on you as she slowly sinks deeper into the water until it reaches her neck. she shivers once, but otherwise doesn’t comment on the temperature of the water again.
the two of you drift around for awhile, conversation ebbing in and out between stretches of comfortable silence.
it wasn’t until your stomach began growling that you realized you hadn’t eaten yet today.
back on the sand, wanda unpacked the contents of her picnic basket: chicken salad sandwiches, strawberries and potato chips—which, you discover, she’d sliced and baked in the oven herself. it was very like her to have a homestyle touch on something.
you compliment her cooking and thank her for bringing everything. had you been in charge, you were sure things wouldn’t have turned out as yummy as she made them to be.
as you now lie on your back beside her, sun warming both of your bodies from head to toe, you find yourself completely at ease. your heads are only a few inches apart. every so often, the gentle breeze carries the scent of her sunscreen towards you.
“the sun feels nice.” she comments. you hum in acknowledgment.
you watch seagulls fly in a circle off in the distant sky. the sound of the ocean continues to lull you into a more relaxed state. you can make out the faint sound of voices and laughter from the groups of people littered across the beach.
“that cloud kind of looks like a heart.” you lift your finger towards the sky, tilting your head closer to wanda’s so she can see exactly where you’re pointing. she hums softly in acknowledgment. you don’t move your head back to where it was.
when you drop your hand back to your side, you let your hand rest in the sand where the blanket ends. you curl your fingers, feeling the warm granules move through the spaces in between your fingertips. the sand was so soft here.
“can i kiss you?” wanda breaks the silence. you don’t need to look at her to know she’s tilted her head to look at you. you smile at her question.
“you know you don’t have to ask every time.” you tilt your head to look at her, sage green eyes staring back at you.
wanda hesitates for a moment. her eyes drop to your arm where she watches her own finger trace a line along your warm skin.
“i know.” she finally replies, her gaze back on you now. “i’d still rather ask.” she adds after another short pause.
your smile widens.
“you can kiss me.” you answer softly.
the hand that was tracing along your arm reaches up to gently cup the side of your face. she’s slow as she leans in, closing the few inches of distance between you two. you tilt your chin just before her lips meet yours.
they’re soft and warm and taste faintly of strawberries. your hand comes up now, fingers curling around the wrist that was holding your face. you squeeze gently as your lips move together. it felt like rediscovery. somehow, every kiss still carried the same sense of wonder as the one before. your stomach performed its usual little flip, warmth spreading all the way down to your toes. it almost felt reverent.
when she breaks the kiss, you linger there for a moment, unwilling to completely disconnect. your fingers loosen from around her wrist, but you don’t let go. you open your eyes, noticing that wanda was watching you, her thumb caressing along your cheekbone. she ventures further down, cupping your jaw and using her thumb to trace across your lips.
“y’know, i had a friend in college.” she starts to tell you.
“she dated women. used to tell me all about it.” she pauses again. she catches a few of your baby hairs flying away in the light breeze, tucking them behind your ear.
“i always listened.” she continues explaining. you regard her silently. you want her to continue.
“it interested me more than i’d care to admit.” her hand drops from your face, reaching down to clasp yours. she holds it in between the small space where your bodies lay facing one another.
“yeah?” you ask.
“you’ve been with women before, haven’t you?” she asks.
“i have.” you reply simply.
“i find myself wondering about us sometimes.” she admits.
you swallow. “us?”
wanda nods, her eyes still intent on yours. “what it would be like.”
oh.
your heart stutters in your chest, and you can only hope that your cheeks suddenly feeling warmer only had to do with the sun.
“i think about us too.” you confess quietly. you swallow again, your eyes glancing from where she was holding your hand back up to her stare.
“i really like you wanda.”
she smiles, her hand giving yours a gentle squeeze. “i know.”
neither of you say anything after that. wanda closes her eyes as you tilt your head to look back at the sky. seagulls cry overhead, the breeze picking up as the sun begins to settle further in the west.
you realize the afternoon is beginning to slip away. you inhale slowly, taking in this moment—the ocean, the breeze, wanda. it was an afternoon you won’t soon forget.
“we should probably head back soon.” wanda murmurs, her eyes still closed and her fingers still intertwined through yours.
“already?” you pout.
“i’m old, remember? i lose all energy when the sun starts to go down.” she jokes, but you didn’t want to part ways just yet.
“i don’t want this date to end.” you frown, tilting your head back towards wanda. she opens her eyes as she hears you shift.
“you want to come back to my place for a bit?” she asks after a short pause.
butterflies flutter in your stomach at the offer. you try not to appear overly eager, but the smile tugging at your lips gives you away anyway.
you nod. “yeah, i’d like that.” you say softly.
you pack up all of your things together. you attempt to load yourself up with most of the stuff to carry to her car, but wanda would have none of it. she protested, saying she was ‘old but not that old.’
you were just going to have to get creative with other ways to take care of her.
the drive home was quieter than the one there had been. not awkward, just less talking. your growing awareness that you’d be alone in her house for the first time settles gently in the back of your mind. combined with everything you shared that afternoon, it suddenly makes the evening ahead feel significant somehow. you’re not entirely sure why.
you swallow thickly, glancing in wanda’s direction as she pulls into her driveway.
“everything okay? you’re being quiet.” she comments, shutting the car off as she looks at you.
“yeah, i’m okay. just thinking.” you shrug, not feeling quite bold enough to explain your current train of thought.
she purses her lips, studying your face for a moment.
“care to share?” she asks, one hand still on the steering wheel while the other reaches for one of yours, holding it gently as it rests against the middle console.
“nothing bad…just thinking.” you shake your head. you can feel your cheeks warming again. if she can see them turning pink, she doesn’t say anything about it.
“alright.” she drops it after a moment, squeezing your hand before letting it go.
“we can leave everything in the car for now. you wanna head inside and pick out a movie?” she unbuckles her seatbelt and reaches for her door handle.
“yeah, that sounds good.” you agree, following suit as you step outside of the car and follow her into the house. you’d never been inside her home before, and suddenly the idea feels strangely intimate.
you enter through the front door, wanda stepping across the threshold first.
“shoes off is my only rule.” she says as she shucks off her own beside the small rug you’re currently standing on. you step out of yours, nudging them with your foot so they’re lined neatly next to wanda’s.
you step further inside and glance around at some of her personal touches. there was a tattered book lying on the coffee table in the living room, a throw blanket hanging over the couch, and a succulent sitting next to a window.
“you pick.” wanda’s voice cuts into your reverie. she’s standing in the middle of the living room, tv remote in hand as she holds it out to you.
you step towards her, taking the black remote from her grasp.
she sits on the couch, curling one of her legs beneath herself. you shuffle over to where she’s sitting, taking the cushion next to her.
you turn on the tv and find her netflix app, sitting back as you peruse through the movie selection, truly indifferent to what you might watch.
wanda pulls the throw blanket from behind her back over her legs, spreading the extra over yours as you continue looking.
you settle on an old rom-com. those were always safe.
“this is a good one.” wanda comments. her hand finds yours again.
“mhm, it’s one of my favorites.” you tell her, nodding towards the screen.
you naturally scoot an inch closer to her as the movie starts. it was unconscious really, like your body was doing something before your mind could catch up.
you can feel the warmth from her body when you’re sitting this close. her hand is soft and comforting as she rests your clasped hands against the blanket.
you can feel her eyes on you. you glance towards her in your peripheral vision, but she looks away.
you can hardly pay attention to the movie when you’re so close. you have a feeling she’s looking at you again.
this time you turn your head and catch her a second time.
“what?” you ask.
“nothing.” wanda smiles.
“you’re not even watching.” you scoff.
“neither are you.” she notes astutely.
you exhale, your shoulders relaxing. after a few moments, you lean against her, your head coming to rest against her shoulder. she rests her head on top of yours, her thumb stroking along the back of your hand.
you’re looking at the screen, but you’re not actually paying any attention to the movie whatsoever. you can hear wanda’s steady breathing, her shoulders moving gently as she inhales and exhales. it’s soothing. you pick up on the lingering scent of sunscreen against her skin, along with the usual smell of wanda you’ve come to love—vanilla and sandalwood.
you glance up to say something, but the proximity of your faces makes you forget what you were thinking in an instant. wanda doesn’t look away, instead her gaze flicks towards your lips and then back up to your eyes.
“can i kiss you again?”
you smile immediately. “you don’t have to ask.”
wanda mirrors your expression. “i know.”
you glance at her lips now.
“can i?” she asks again.
“yes.”
she closes the gap. this kiss was different from earlier. not hungrier, not more intense, just… more certain. it feels a little more familiar as your lips move against hers.
she shifts next to you, a hand coming to rest gently against your hip. you instinctively lean further into her, your bodies fitting together a little easier now than they had before. your hands find her hair, slow and careful as you cradle her head.
she breaks away after several more moments, her forehead resting against yours as you both breathe a little unevenly now.
“come with me?” she asks. your hands drop to your lap as you pull away an inch to look at her.
you nod your head slowly and accept her hand as she stands and leads you down the hallway.
you shuffle behind her, her fingers intertwined loosely through yours. the sound of the movie becomes muffled as you walk closer to what you assume to be wanda’s bedroom.
she pushes the door open, stepping inside. her hand drops from yours as she walks to one side of the bed to turn on the lamp on the nightstand.
with her room now bathed in the soft light, you glance around. it’s very tidy and simplistic. you notice there are only a few photos hanging on the wall—most of them landscapes or art instead of people.
“it’s not very exciting.” wanda breaks the silence.
“i like it.” you say honestly. it felt very…her.
your eyes drift from one of the photos on the wall to her face. she’s watching you again.
“come here.” she hums.
you hesitate for a moment. not out of fear, but for the shift in the air that you start to become more aware of. your feet pull you forward before you tell them to.
as you stand before wanda, her hands come up to cradle your face. her eyes skim over your features. she has a gentle smile, one that warms your chest. this time, she doesn’t ask as she slowly closes the gap and presses her lips against yours.
your hands reach for her automatically, your body pressing closer to her instinctively. your legs feel a little wobbly as you stand, butterflies flapping their wings inside your stomach.
you become absorbed in her presence, in the feeling of her soft lips moving against yours, the delicate hold on your face and the quiet sigh she makes when your hands find her waist.
you kiss her deeper, your lips parting. you feel her breath against your lips. your fingers flex around her waist, gently fisting the linen button up she was wearing. you weren’t rushing, you just wanted to explore.
one of her hands slides down your neck, her fingers tangling themselves in the hair at the back of your head.
you pull away this time, needing to catch your breath. with your eyes still closed, your faces just an inch apart, you feel wanda press her lips against your cheek.
your eyelids flutter open, met with what was quickly becoming your favorite set of green eyes.
“you’re beautiful.” she murmurs. your cheeks flush delicately and you smile.
“you’re beautiful.” you echo, emphasizing your words. she really was the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.
she grins, her nose scrunching. she holds your face there for a long moment, just looking at you.
“you’re staring again.” you tease gently.
“i know.” she replies. “i can’t help it.”
you exhale softly, the familiar flutter of butterflies returning to your stomach.
“sit with me?” she asks. you nod your head, following after her as she sits at the edge of the bed.
her lips find yours again, a little more firm this time. you exhale shakily into her mouth, one of your hands resting along her thigh. you squeeze gently.
when her tongue glides along your bottom lip, it’s gentle and calculated. you let your tongue brush along hers experimentally. she hums, the vibrations delicate against your lips.
she shifts her body so she’s facing you, one of her hands curling underneath your knee. you can feel her pressing herself closer to you.
you break the kiss, panting softly. she’s leaning over you, her eyes shining with something you can’t quite name.
“do you want to lie down?” she asks.
you look at her for a moment and then nod slowly, lowering yourself onto the bed until your head meets the pillows and your back is flush with the comforter.
she gazes down at you, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she smiles gently.
“wanda…” you begin, pausing for a moment as you search for the right words. “are you sure?”
“i am.” she affirms quietly. you gaze into her eyes, reading only sincerity. your nerves settle a little. she wants this too.
“okay.” you reply simply, a small smile touching the corner of your lips.
she leans over your form, adjusting her position so she was supporting her weight on one arm, her body hovering above you. you think she means to kiss you, but she stops before your lips can reach hers.
“can i admit something?” she asks, her hand coming up to rest against your hip.
“yes.” you answer quietly, your curiosity piqued.
“it was hard not to watch you today.” she begins, her eyes trailing down your body where her hand rests at the seam of your shirt. “in your bathing suit.” she adds. you swallow thickly, your heart beginning to thump in your chest. “i thought the color looked lovely on your skin.” you feel her fingertips trace along a small sliver of exposed skin at your torso.
“can i see it again?” she asks softly, her eyes dipping towards the edge of your shirt.
neither of you had changed since coming back from the beach. you just had on a simple t-shirt and shorts to cover your bikini.
you nod your head after a moment, reaching down to grab the bottom of your shirt. you’re unhurried as you lift it up over your head, gently discarding it to the side next to where you lay.
you shift to get comfortable again, one leg bending as you plant your foot flat on the bed. wanda’s attention naturally drifts to the newly exposed skin along your upper body. the hand that was at your hip traces the soft flesh there. her touch was featherlight, drawing goosebumps along your skin.
“beautiful.” she murmurs so quietly, you think it’s mostly to herself. you don’t say anything to fill the silence as she explores the skin of your torso. you watch her expression, which was mostly smooth save for the delicate smile turning up the corners of her lips.
she smooths her hand across your stomach, drawing a line up the neglected side of your torso. your muscles flutter gently beneath her soft touch. she’s watching so carefully that she notices.
“does that tickle?” she asks, repeating the action to elicit the same reaction.
“a little bit.” you admit, your gaze falling to her hand. she hums, moving on from that spot to a little lower, just above the seam of your shorts.
“you have three freckles right here.” she dots each one with a gentle finger. “i thought i noticed that earlier.”
you sigh, feeling your body relax with her soft attention. there’s a patience to her touch that surprises you. she never rushes from one thing to the next, as if she’s spent enough years learning that some moments are worth lingering inside.
“funny you say that. i was counting the freckles on your face earlier on the beach.” you chime in gently. wanda’s eyes lift back to yours.
“is that right?” she asks, smiling amusedly.
“mhmm.”
“and how many did you count?”
her fingers linger at your side, tracing small absent-minded patterns against your skin.
“twenty-three.” you reply.
“twenty- three?” she echoes, looking impressed.
“mhmm.” you repeat with a smile. “i like your freckles.”
your hand lifts to tuck some hair behind her ear.
her fingers drift just beneath the waistband of your shorts for only a moment before returning to your hip. your breath hitches softly, your leg giving a tiny twitch beneath her touch.
“i like that you noticed them.” she murmurs.
she studies your face for another moment before her thumb brushes softly against your hip.
“we can go as slowly as you want.” she says gently.
“okay.” you answer immediately.
she smiles a little. “good.”
“i want to see more of you.” she murmurs, her fingers returning to the waistband of your shorts. she glances up at you, silently asking for permission. you nod, shifting your hips so it was easier for her to slide them off.
it didn’t feel awkward or rushed as she finishes undressing you completely. you felt safe, secure and desired by the softest, sweetest woman you’ve ever met.
you’re equally as gentle and intentional when you take her clothes off, the only barrier between the two of you being her high-waisted bikini bottoms.
as your lips explore one anothers, your hands map out all of the places along her back that draw out a low hum or a shiver. she was more responsive than you thought she’d be. her hands explore your skin, gently caressing and moving along previously unexplored skin.
your hands become a little more bold, sliding up her sides to cup her breasts. your tongue caresses hers, both of your legs coming up to rest on either side of her. your thumbs brush against her hardened nipples. you pinch them carefully, testing her reaction.
she exhales into your mouth, one of her hands grasping more firmly onto your hip. she pulls away from your lips. they’re a little swollen now from how you were gently sucking on them.
“i want to make you feel good.” she says, her voice a little breathless.
“you already are.” you assure her. your hands slide down to her ribs, smoothing over the skin there.
“no, i mean…” she starts before trailing off. “can i try something?” she asks.
you’ll try anything, so long as it’s with her.
“yes.” you reply after a brief moment. you almost regret your answer as instead of her hands continuing to explore your body, she pushes off of the bed. your brows knit together in a delicate frown. you sit up, propping your upper back against some pillows.
“where are you going?” even you can hear the longing in your voice.
“nowhere. just grabbing some things.” she reassures, throwing a soft smile over her shoulder as she heads for the en-suite bathroom.
she returns with a small towel, sitting on the opposite side of the bed where you lay. she reaches down into the nightstand, pulling out a couple objects you can’t quite make out just yet. she turns then, facing you so you can see what she’s retrieved.
a hand towel, a small bottle of lube, and a translucent pink dildo.
“can i use this on you?” she asks as she holds the faux cock between you two. you swallow. it was average sized, certainly nothing to be scared of. however, you’re a little surprised it was something wanda wanted to try so soon.
“we don’t have to.” she says when you don’t respond after a moment.
“no!” you reply a little too quickly. “it’s not that. i want to. i was just a little surprised is all.” you reassure her.
she grins, nodding her head. “okay.”
she scoots close to you until her knee brushes against your thigh. you watch as she coats the dildo with a generous amount of lube.
“i can always add more if we need it.” she snaps the lid shut, keeping the bottle close beside her on the bed.
you open your legs to give her easier access. she settles between them, her knees pressed against the bed on either side of your left leg.
her eyes are intent on her destination as she traces the tip of the pink dildo along your slit.
“tell me if you want me to stop.” she murmurs as she rubs it perfectly against your sensitive nub.
“i will.” you exhale shakily, your hips rolling just slightly into her hand.
she’s thorough, making sure everything is sufficiently lubricated before you feel the tip pressing against your opening. you’re watching wanda, her eyes still gazing at the space between your legs.
the toy slides in easily, though wanda is still slow, allowing your body to accommodate the size carefully.
you gasp as you feel the dildo bottom out inside of you. the stretch is noticeable—pleasant. wanda’s eyes flick up to yours, a pleased expression on her face. she pulls out, twisting experimentally as she pushes it back in. your legs part further, your mouth falling open with a silent moan.
she begins setting a slow pace, pushing in and out of you steadily.
“does that feel good?” she asks, though your breathless pants must be a good indicator she was doing something right.
“yes.” you gasp.
your eyes drift down to her hand, watching as the faux cock slides in and out of you. you can hear how wet you are.
“there are other things i think about us trying.” she begins to say. “but for some reason, this is the fantasy i keep coming back to.” she twists her hand again, picking up the pace just a little. “i didn’t really know why. until now.”
you inhale sharply, a small moan passing through your lips as she bumps against a particularly sensitive spot.
“you’re taking this so well.” she praises, adjusting herself so she was hovering above you, her face just inches from yours. she changes the pace again, this time going a little harder.
“wanda.” you whimper. your hips roll in time with her thrusts. her gaze burns into yours. even in the low light, you can make out how her irises have darkened just a tad around the edges.
“those noises you’re making are even cuter than i imagined.” she hums.
she readjusts her hold on the base, changing the angle as she thrusts the toy into you even faster than before. the new angle allows her to rub perfectly against your sensitive walls, the knuckle of her thumb brushing against your clit with each thrust.
“oh—” your head falls back, your eyes closing in pleasure. “that feels so good.”
“yeah?” she echoes, maintaining her pace. her free hand comes up to brush some hair off your forehead.
“yes!” you gasp, feeling that familiar coil tighten in your belly.
“good. just feel.” she murmurs gently. “you can let go whenever you need to.”
you focus on the sounds of wanda—her slightly labored breathing and her voice paired with the sounds of her fucking you and your breathy moans. the more you focus on it, the more the coil tightens.
your hands seek purchase wherever they can find as it finally snaps. you’re blinded by the color white, your muscles tightening as waves of pleasure wash over your body.
wanda is gentle as she helps you down from your high. her thrusting becoming slower and slower as you ride the waves. she stops when your thighs begin to tremble, but she doesn’t take it out right away.
she kisses you softly, her lips tender and careful as they move against yours.
“was that okay?” she asks quietly.
“more than okay.” you whisper, a smile turning up the corner of your lip.
when she takes care of you after, she’s gentle through the whole process. cleaning you up, making sure you feel okay as you cuddle close together.
your legs are entangled together, arms wrapped around each other as you lazily kiss and stroke along each others skin.
“i want to make you feel good now.” you tell her after a few minutes. she regards you for a long moment before nodding her head. all you know is you want to make this as perfect for her as she did for you.
and so the evening unfolded around you, each new touch feeling less like discovery and more like coming home.
summary: some thoughts are easier to bury than others. this one refuses to stay buried.
authors note: credit for the concept of stepsis!wanda goes to the lovely @w1dowatrace <3 thank you for the inspo xx i sincerely hope i didn’t make this too pervy for you (or anyone else ><). pls pls pls read the content warnings before proceeding! this is strictly fantasy and should be treated as such. you’ve been warned. this is not proofread. men/minors dni.
content warnings: fauxcest, stepcest, (HEAVY) dubcon, slightly older wanda, perv!wanda (like really perverted), reader is straight (and mostly innocent), peep tomery, mentions of masturbation, boop groping (once), fingering, pussy eating, dirty talk, teensy bit of blackmail, readers first orgasm, aftercare?
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“i can’t even stay the night?” the brunette asks, sitting up in wanda’s bed. wanda is already standing, pulling her discarded shorts back over her legs.
“no,” she replies flippantly, picking up the girls clothes and tossing them at her where she sits in the center of the mattress. she doesn’t remember her name, nor does she care. this nameless girl was simply someone randomly plucked from the masses at university.
well—semi-randomly. wanda really brought her home because she thought she resembled some of your features.
her step-sister.
wanda steps towards the door, holding it open despite the girls state of being half-undressed. she looks slightly annoyed as the girl hesitates too long before she finally begins redressing. as she stands in the doorway, she glances at wanda, hurt evident in her expression.
“that’s it?” she asks quietly, wrapping her arms around herself.
“mhmm.” wanda mumbles distractedly, unbothered as she shuts the door in her face. she sighs, scrubbing a hand over her face before collapsing into bed.
she’s still thinking about you. no amount of casual sex was ever going to scrub you from her mind.
her eyes are fixed on the ceiling as her mind wanders to you. your delicate, full lips. the way your hair cascades down your back. your soft hips and waist that dips inwards, giving you the most tempting shape. your smile and the way you bite your lip when you’re feeling shy. everything about you drives wanda insane. she’s wanted you since the day her father and your mother married.
lately, her fantasies and desires were becoming more wild, and very difficult to ignore. she blamed it on your new boyfriend. something about seeing you with him curled her stomach with rage. not to mention, you’ve been less willing to spend time with her since he came into the picture. you used the spend late nights with her, letting her snuggle you with wandering hands that weren’t so innocent. you never commented on it. wanda always told you it was a normal thing all sisters do.
you had no idea the amount of times she would peak through the crack in your door when you would change clothes, or how she’d sneak into your room while you slept to watch your angelic face. her greatest kept secret was stealing the panties from your dirty laundry. she always returned them eventually, knowing she’d take some more later.
she exhales slowly from her place in bed, an ache settling deep inside her core the longer she thinks about you.
thoughtlessly, she rises, retrieving a pair of your dirty underwear she had taken just yesterday. she brings them to her face, inhaling deeply. they still smell like you. they won’t for much longer.
back on the soft mattress, she teases her wet slit with the cotton lining of your panties. her hips buck into her hand, her eyes closing as her mind drifts to her favorite memory.
a relentless heat wave had taken over the city. you stopped sleeping in your normal pajamas, opting for a thin tank top and some underwear. one night, wanda was pleasantly surprised to find you in such a state. the sheets were crumpled and twisted around your calves, the rest of you exposed to the air. you were sleeping on your back, one hand over your chest and the other arm outstretched resting against the mattress. the way your legs were parted gave wanda clear sight to your cloth covered core. she almost moaned at the sight. by the time she had come to your room, her libido was burning hot. she’d fought with herself about coming in to watch you, but after fucking herself for nearly an hour and not being able to orgasm, she caved.
she had sat on your mattress carefully, being mindful not to stir you. without thinking, her hands began to ghost along your skin, feeling the softness there. her heart was pounding, her core throbbing as her fingertips teased along your inner thighs. her other hand dipped underneath her shorts, circling her clit as she watched you.
she had to fight to bite back her moan as your legs parted for her, like your unconscious body wanted this—wanted her. her finger carefully drew a line up your slit, the touch barely there. her fingers moved faster against her own clit, the pressure building so deliciously. you sighed softly, completely unaware your stepsister was taking advantage of you while you slept.
she lets herself moan softly now into her quiet room, remembering how you felt through the thin layer. your panties are balled in her fist as she rubs against them, her hips moving faster to chase her high. it wasn’t enough. nothing seemed to be enough anymore.
she needed to have you. that was the only way to make the fantasies stop.
at least, that’s what she told herself.
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“i’ll miss you.” your boyfriend gushes as you guide him to the front door. you’d spent the last few hours together, working on homework and enjoying each others company.
he was your first boyfriend, so you had no one to compare him to, but he was nice enough. if nothing else, it gave you more reason to get out of the house and hangout with friends. he had been your first kiss as well as some other small sexual escapades that made you blush thinking back to them. you had been slapped with the label of “prude” before, so you were determined to break out of the stereotype.
“i’ll miss you too, but we’ll see each other soon.” you reassure him, squeezing his hand as you turn to face him just before your final goodbye. he leans down to kiss you, pulling you closer by your hips. you hum against his lips, encircling your arms around his waist. you don’t notice when wanda appears on the bottom stair. her nose wrinkles in disgust at the display before her.
“you’ll come to the lodge tonight?” he asks when he pulls away.
“mhmm, yea—“ you start, but are cut off.
“she’s can’t go tonight.” wanda buts in. you look at her, surprised to see her standing there.
“why not?” your boyfriend demands. he didn’t like your step-sister very much. he’s always said she’s too controlling.
“because she needs to stay here.” wanda’s voice is equally as firm as his was. she steps closer to the both of you, and though her frame is noticeably smaller than your boyfriends, she appears unintimidated.
“well, maybe i can go for just a bit and then come right back?” you try to find a middle ground, wanting to please both your sister and your boyfriend.
wanda sighs, her fingers slotting into the back pockets of her jeans as she juts her chin in an indignant manner.
“i want you to stay here with me.” she purposely makes it personal, knowing you always cave when she brings herself into things.
your shoulders slump slightly, your eyes reluctantly flitting back to your boyfriends. you know he hates when you give into her.
“maybe another time, baby. i’ll make it up to you.” you try to soothe him with sweet words, your hands running down his arms. he rolls his eyes anyways, muttering something under his breath before he turns to leave.
wanda says nothing more to you, silently heading back up the stairs as you’re left standing there in the front hall.
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the afternoon passes by in a blur. you busied yourself with some small chores and a movie you only half paid attention to. you had yet to find out why wanda wanted you to stay behind when she had been cooped up in her room for hours. you begin to get impatient. you’d cancelled plans for her, but there was no sign of her coming downstairs anytime soon.
with one final glance at the clock, you decide to head upstairs to her room.
when you round the top of the stairs, you can see her bedroom door at the end of the hall. it’s closed. you pad softly towards it, raising your hand to knock against the wood.
“yeah?” wanda asks.
“can i come in?” you reply, a hint of annoyance bleeding into your tone.
“yeah.” she replies simply. you push her door open, finding her lounging on her bed with her back against the headboard. without an invitation, you step into her room, hovering next to the desk across from her.
“so…did you want to do something?” you ask, eyes scanning the cluttered items littered across her desk. she was never a very tidy person. she doesn’t respond.
when the silence stretches on a little too long, you look at her. she has one knee bent against her chest as she picks at a scab at the side of her ankle.
“wanda?” you call her attention. she doesn’t look at you.
“do you love him?” she asks abruptly. your brow furrows in confusion.
“what?”
“do you love him?” she repeats, her voice harder than before. she’s still focused on picking her skin.
“tyler?” you double check, still a little confused. she hums noncommittally. you teeter uncomfortably on your heels, unsure why she was even asking in the first place.
“i don’t know.. i mean, we’ve only been together a couple months.” you shrug. she glances at you and then back towards her ankle.
there’s more silence. you’re unsure what to say.
“has he fucked you yet?” she asks. your cheeks flush a deep red at her shameless question. you subconsciously hug your arms around yourself, suddenly wishing the room would swallow you whole.
“…no.” you admit quietly, your voice just above a whisper. she looks at you then, her stare making you squirm uncomfortably.
“has he fingered you?” she asks. you shake your head slowly, eyes now downcast looking at your feet.
you don’t see when she stands, or when she makes her way over to you. you just see her feet appear in your vision as you’re glued to your spot.
she lifts your chin with firm fingers, her eyes holding something you can’t name.
“what about an orgasm? has he made you cum?” her question has your cheeks flaming even hotter than before. it travels down your chest, which wanda can see with the V cut in your shirt.
your lip gets caught between your teeth—a nervous habit. wanda watches the action, her arousal flaring at the sight.
“well?” she demands.
“no…” your voice is barely there as you respond. your gaze is caught between hers. something about her green stare made it impossible to look away.
she tsks at your reply, stepping closer to you. she angles your chin higher to accommodate proper eye contact.
“he’s all wrong for you (y/n). he doesn’t know what you need.” as she speaks, her hands come up to cradle your head, her grasp firm enough that it was borderline uncomfortable.
you don’t know how to respond, scared to ask the question that was on your mind. you observe her expression with wide, wary eyes.
“what do i need?” you ask carefully, unable to push aside your curiosity.
she smiles then, slow and wide. it reaches her eyes, but the expression is lacking any real warmth. it almost looks… wicked.
“you need someone who knows you—what you do and don’t like,” her eyes travel along your face, down your neck to the bit of cleavage peaking out of your shirt. “how to make you feel good.”
you swallow thickly, your muscles locking up as you feel frozen in place. you’re beginning to catch up to where she’s going with this.
“wanda… you’re my sister.” you whisper. you’ve never had a sister before, but surely you had to draw the line of physical contact somewhere.. right?
“that’s what makes me the perfect teacher. i’ll never take advantage of you, unlike stupid boys.” she lies through her teeth. taking advantage is exactly what she’s doing, and she knows it. she knows you won’t put up a real fight to stop what’s coming.
her hands move down your arms, traveling up your sides with a sensualness you’ve never felt before. it’s all wrong. this is so wrong.
“no.” you try to sound firm, your hands grasping hers to get her to stop. “this isn’t right.” you want to reason with her, but she’s long past doing what’s right. you notice a flicker of anger in her eyes. she won’t take no for an answer.
she pulls her hands out of your grasp, pinning your back against the desk with her hips. her hand comes up to forcefully palm your breast through your bra and shirt.
“what’s right is what i say is right.” she says through her gritted teeth. you gasp at her harshness. she’s never treated you this way before.
she pinches your nipple through the layers of fabric, her other hand digging into your hip hard enough that it’s sure to leave bruises.
“wanda!” you arch your back into her, but it’s not because of what she’s doing, rather the edge of the desk digging into your tailbone from how hard she was pressing you against it. she chuckles darkly, taking your body language as a sign of encouragement.
she slips her hand into the waistband of your pants, fingers pressed together as she finds your clit. she applies firm pressure, your hips rolling into her unconsciously. you hadn’t been properly touched there before. you didn’t know what it could feel like.
“you have no idea how many times i’ve thought of you like this.” she moves her fingers in slow, firm circles, rousing all the nerves there. you push against her shoulders, more so to brace yourself now than to actually fight her off. her confession surprises you. it sends a pang of arousal straight to your core, and you hate the way it causes your chest to bloom with warmth.
“but.. i’m..” your voice is small, pathetic sounding.
“my sister?” she finishes. “that’s what makes this so special. you sleep right down the hall,” she pushes your panties to the side, her fingers finding you unclothed clit now. “i get to have you however i want.. whenever i want..” her fingers move incessantly against you, your arousal beginning to seep out of your hole despite yourself. “and you’ll never tell, will you? i know you won’t. wouldn’t want anyone finding out just how good your step-sister makes you feel.”
her words make you cry out, tears brimming in your eyes. it all feels so wrong, but your body yearns for more, your hips chasing her hand like this isn’t the most fucked up situation ever.
she takes her hand out of your pants then, manhandling you onto the bed. your protests die in your throat as she literally takes your breath away. she strips you out of your clothes, leaving you only in your bra.
she spreads your legs, kneeling between them as you lie on your back. you don’t realize it, but your cunt is positively dripping with wetness.
wanda draws two fingers along your slit, gathering the stickiness on her fingertips. she smiles as she holds her hand up between you two, watching the string of your arousal stretch as she separates her ring and middle fingers. you whine shamefully, pressing your thighs firmly together to hide any more evidence. she catches one of your legs before you can fully close them.
“don’t.” her voice is hard, her fingers digging into your thigh. “you want this.” her hand returns to your core, smearing more wetness across your pussy.
you shake your head furiously. you couldn’t help how your body was reacting to her.
“you’re shaking your head no, but listen to this.” she slides a finger inside you then, the wet sound it makes completely embarrassing. she grins, biting her lip as she watches her finger slide in and out of your cunt.
“you’re so tight.” she appraises, curling her finger upwards. you can’t help but moan at the surprising sensation. “you’ve never stuck anything inside yourself before, have you?” the question is rhetorical. she can tell by the way you squirm around her one finger that you haven’t. “my virginal little sister…” she murmurs. you whimper, your body still burning with shame. you’re enjoying this more than you care to admit.
she slowly adds a second finger. you wince in pain, the stretch foreign and uncomfortable.
“oh, shhh. you’re okay. it’ll feel good in a second.” she soothes, her thumb beginning to circle your clit. you bite back another moan, your hips bucking into her hand.
“this is so fucked up.” you cry, your voice cracking as you cover your face with both your hands. wanda laughs humorlessly. she had gotten over the sinfulness of this situation a very long time ago.
“it is.” she agrees. “look, baby. look at how pretty your cunt looks wrapped around my fingers.” her voice is encouraging and without thinking about it too much, you peak over your hands to watch how she fucks you.
she curls her fingers when you obey, picking up the pace. there was something about the way you were so clearly in awe of her movements that makes something in her snap. she dives in head first, tongue lapping at your sensitive clit. you moan loudly, the sound echoing throughout the whole room. you can’t help it. her slippery, wet tongue flicks across your bundle of nerves, her fingers reaching places you didn’t know existed inside of you.
you babble things that don’t make any sense. your hands come to her hair, to push her away or pull closer, you’re not sure. it all feels like too much. a feeing starts to build in your stomach, not all foreign, but you’ve never followed through long enough to see where it could take you before.
“w-wanda!” a feeling of panic rises in your chest. a sensation that feels eerily similar to having to pee becoming more difficult to ignore. “wait- stop!” you whimper, your hands now pushing against her in earnest. she moans into your pussy, doubling down her efforts as she refuses to move from her spot. you look down at her face between your legs. her eyes are closed, her eyebrows knitted together in pleasure as she whines against you. the sight causes your whole body to tremble, the pressure in your tummy building even more.
your eyes roll back into your head as you fall back against the pillow. you try warning her again, but all that comes out is a shrill whine as the coil finally snaps and pleasure forcefully wracks through your body. you can hardly stand it as the foreign sensation takes over, thighs trembling, back arching off the bed.
wanda continues her ministrations until she feels your body begin to come back to earth. her tongue is softer now, her fingers moving slower until they finally stop.
when she looks up at you, your eyes are closed. cheeks and chest flush as your breasts rise and fall with shallow breaths.
wanda rolls her tongue in her mouth, savoring your flavor, though she’s sure she’ll be tasting you again very soon.
she crawls over your body, laying half her body weight on you as she supports her upper half with one arm.
“you’re perfect,” her fingers caress your cheek. “so sweet and innocent.” she smooths the frown between your brows, smiling softly. “i can’t wait to corrupt you.” she adds.
you swallow thickly, shyly glancing down between your legs and then back up to her face.
“was that not what you just did?” you ask, your voice a little raspy after all the noise you just made.
she chuckles. “that was nothing.” she traces along the slope of your nose, her fingers teasingly pinching your soft lips before caressing down your jaw.
PERV!LIFE GUARD! DANIELA who loves her job so much . with her latin roots and her beautiful looks she knew how to turn heads easily , some frat boys intentionally tried to fake drown so she can and save them , her full round ass making guys get hard between their swim trucks , dani smirks teasing the men calling them easy , the married old men checking her out and even the women too.
PERV!LIFE GUARD!DANIELA who had a crush on you the first day of her summer job, taking being a lifeguard she’d save a couple of little kids , get a tan and just hangout by the beach all summer till she met you a pretty girl who she couldn’t get a way from. her desire for you grew by the second , you’d tease eachother all day you worked as a substitute life guard alongside dani so you grew closer and closer. learnt how dani worked and joked around , her favorite comfort food after a good day was some alfredo pasta with a iced cola to down it down.
PERV!LIFE GUARD DANIELA looooooved to watch your ass as soon as she sees you walking by. the pleasurable hear growing between her legs as she watches your legs , full thighs perfectly bronzed up from the sun wishing she can wrap them around her neck but she digresses.
PERV!LIFE GUARD!DANIELA who tried to have her hands on you in any way possible , in your lifeguard training dani had to put you to a couple tests , she took the liberty to “ guide you” always having her hands on your lower back , she’d wrap her hands around your waist tightening her grip to yeasts you “ mmh keep it steady there y/n we can’t have our best life guard trip and fall on the job right?” she whispers in your ear trying to play coy .
PERV!LIFE GAURD! DANIELA the beach you work out hosts summer parties during the summer break , you’d always find dani there laughing with your co workers she was lively and really fun to be around . a few drinks in dani would be slurring words and unable to walk in a straight line , you found her throwing up and a utter mess , her hands grilling the sink too hard “ dani dani easy there you’ll hurt your hand” you try to soothe her but she takes if as pity and tries to push you “ no jus fuckin stop, don need pity ors helpt from - f’anyone, and and what the fuck is like jackson’s desk huh? he’s all over you and you’re fuckin mine y/n y’hear me? all for me mineeee “ dani slurred , your eyes widen at her words you knew she was drunk and all over the place but drunk words are sober thoughts . “ dani you’re drunk pls just let me drive you home” . dani sighs as she takes your hands , the latinas words run through your head she was jealous? jealous of jackson who was another lifeguard in the team he was a cocky son of the bitch and a literal player , you went out with him once and coudnt handle how he only talked about himself for the whole date like please .
PERV!LIFE GAURD!DANIELA after that night totally dreaded to talk to you ever again , she tried to stay away from you, stumbled on words when you’d be near eachother. “ah- yeah y/n the uh little rope should be here you can’t leave it “ she groaned to herself thinking what the fuck is she saying “ dani what rope?” you rose your eyebrows “ this one..” she whispered nervously scratching her neck “ you mean the rope for the jet skis ?” you laugh pointing to the rope as you fixed it tying it to the jet ski. you pull in dani when on your break “ okay what the hell is your problem. dani?” dani’s eyes widen as she looks down “ nothin wrong y/n were js working it’s work in working you’re working we’re working “ she emphasizes on the word work alot and you knew something is wrong when a habit like this she only does when she’s feeling nervous . “ dani” you took her shoulder to steady her up .
before you can regard anything you found dani leaning in and capturing your lips into a kiss , you barely registered what’s happening as you kissed her back your body just making decisions on behalf of your brain. dani breaks the kiss as she leans her forward against yours slowly taking her breath “ fuck ive even wanting to do that for so long” she smiles as you look into her eyes “ i dont like jackson you doofus , we went out once daniela that was it and k hated it “ you stroke her cheeks as she melts kissing your palm “ so you’re free new girl?” she smirks you nod “ im free baby” dani laughs pulling you into a soft kiss her hands rubbing down to your hips as she squeezed them her bottom lip gently nibbling down your bottom lip as you moan in the latina swallowing your sounds.
PERV!LIFE GAURD! DANIELA who after your first kiss has been the most clingy perosn you’ve met. even more than usual. the latina now calls you spanish pet names all the time she picks you up in her red convertible and gives you the best i miss you kiss ever you always taste the banana lip gloss she puts “ hi mi amor “ or “ i’ve missed you mami”.
PERV!LIFE GUARD ! DANIELA took it to heart to beat the shit out of jackson just cause he didn’t treat you well , she gave him a hard ass punch in his face took a whole month to heal she yanked him with the collar of his stupid burberry shut “ ever come hear my girl i swear to god ill fucki’n kill you jackson y’hear me ?”
PERV!LIFE GUARD! DANIELA who’s mostly a soft dom but loves to switch it up , very kinky too and you love it . you’ve always knew you liked girls but daniela was your first . she gave you time and almost 4 months into your relationship you were intimate. other than physical tough dani’s love language was worlds of affirmation, she loved to just pepper your face with your soft kisses , taking her sweet time praising you on how good you are , how her big cock just fits perfectly into your sweet cunt. running her fingers in slow and precise digits, her fingers hitting your g-spot and stretching your walls out. dani looovesss to spit right into your pussy , the squelching sounds turned her on even more. she loved to move her cunt with yours scissoring with eachother , the silky sounds of your wetness together , the tightening between your legs as you rock with eachother . dani loves to push herself on top of you her tits would harden peaking out so you can feel you do to her. she loves public sex too one time she fingered you on the beach luckily there were no people around just you guys “ fuck baby you’re so tight so perfect” she whispered into your ears as she thrusted her fingers angling them to open you up even more as you rode her .
PERV!LIFE GUARD! DANIELA who was so nervous to meet your mom she almost threw up twhce on the way to your mom’s house “ dani baby she’ll love you don’t worry” you reassured her stroking her arms “ please she might dislike me , or if she sees me taking too much she’ll think i’m this weird ass girl you picked up from the beach “ dani pouted you almost laughed at how cute she is “ she WILL love you cariño “dani took a breath and nodded as she gripped on your hands . the night passed away smoothly with dani laughing and smiling at your baby pics sitting hip to hip with your mom , you tilted your head taking a pic of the two most important women in your life. when you said your goodbyes your mom kissed your cheek whispering in your ear “ i love her baby she might just be my future daughter in law “ your mom winked at you as dani heard your muffed whispers smiling to her self .
Summary: You are Lara’s number one rage baiter, but it’s okay because she loves you anyway.
If someone had to ask Lara what it was like dating you, she’d tell them many things. She loved you. Of course she did. You were her pride and joy. But there were times where she just wanted to drop you off on your father’s front porch with a return policy and run. You loved to prank the Indian vocalist, in fact you lived to rile her up just to see her reaction. And of course the girls found most of it absolutely hilarious.
You didn’t always take it to extreme measures, you knew your limits and her boundaries. They were pretty harmless anyways, but Lara always had to be cautious because she didn’t know when you were going to strike next and you thrived on her anticipation.
For example, it was a late night and you and the girls had just gotten back to the hotel after hours of rehearsals and all Lara wanted to do was take a long hot shower. And of course, being the loving and supportive girlfriend you were, you laid out her pyjamas on the bed along with her night time skin care products before telling her you were going over to Daniela and Manon’s room to hang out. But, did you go over there? Of course not. You were up to something pretty darn evil. Especially for such cold weather..
You waited a few moments before entering the bathroom where Lara was belting out the lyrics to ‘where have you been’ by Rihanna when you stuck your hand through the opening of the shower curtain and turned the knob from hot to freezing cold.
You had never in the two years of being with her, heard Lara scream so loudly as the curtain was yanked open and Lara came sliding out the shower with a murderous look aimed at you.
Of course you found it absolutely hilarious before she started launching the nearest items at your head whilst cussing you out in Tamil and before you knew it, she was chasing you around the hotel room in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around her, water trickling down her skin and the girls trying to bang the door down after hearing the girl scream from down the hall.
Let’s just say, you both got into trouble that night.
Another example was when the both of you were over at her parents house for dinner one night. Now, the Raj family absolutely adored you. You got along with her parents and her sister pretty well and they found your sense of humour very amusing.
Lara was in the kitchen helping her mom prepare dinner whilst her dad, sister and you were outside on the porch talking about the life of being a pop star when the topic of pranking Lara came up.
They’ve obviously seen the videos you’ve posted, rage baiting your poor girlfriend and wondered if you had anything else up your sleeve and you being you just gave them a knowing smirk and replied with:
“You wanna see how fast Lara loses her shit?”
The father- daughter duo obviously said ‘yes’ and couldn’t wait to see what you would do, so when dinner was ready and the dining table was set, you sat next to your girlfriend and looked at Rhea across from you with a slow smirk.
“Do you mind if I say grace?” You looked around the table with an innocent smile.
“Of course. Go ahead, sweetie”. Mrs, Raj gave you a warm smile whilst Lara looked at you weirdly.
Not once have you ever asked that questioned nor has she ever seen you pray in front of her before. She knew you were a Christian and had plenty faith, but you were never the pray in public type.
You ignored the look she gave you, clasping your hands together and closed your eyes whilst the Raj’s bowed their heads in respect.
“Dear God. If she cannot be with me, please let her be with you”. The table was silent for half a second before Lara’s father busted out laughing whilst Lara slowly turned her head to look at you, completely done with your bullshit.
Rhea had to cover her mouth to cover the giggle that left her lips whilst Mrs. Raj just smiled with a shake of her head.
And you carried on like normal, picking up your fork and dug into the meal in front of you as Lara let out a soft sigh.
Safe to say she was not overly impressed with you but she eventually laughed about it later that night.
A few days after the family dinner, you were back at the Katseye Mansion. Lara was in the bathroom doing her makeup when you walked in and sighed.
“You okay?” She looked at you through the mirror as she applied her base and you gave her a short nod.
“Yeah, I was just gonna take a shower”. You pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“Have fun”. She mumbled playfully turning her attention back to her make up.
“Actually, could you get out though? I wanna get undressed”. You looked at her with a dead serious expression in which she stopped her movements and starred back at you for a split second.
“You want me to get out?” She scoffed, not believing your words for a minute.
“Yeah. I just want some privacy, that’s all”. You shrugged.
“Baby, I’ve literally seen you naked so many times.” She looked at you funny making you sigh.
“I know that, but I don’t want you looking at me right now”. You stated making her turn around and gawk at you.
“What the fuck? You didn’t have a problem with me seeing you naked when I had my fingers in you last night!” She scoffed, the anger clearly evident in her voice.
“Lara!” You cackled, turning to the hidden camera on the top shelf with wide eyes.
“Are you fucking pranking me right now?” She smacked your arm when you pressed the end record button.
“Is that even a question?” You laughed making her roll her eyes at you as she went back to doing her make up.
“Don’t want me to see you naked. I should’ve known you were up to something when those words left your mouth”. She mumbled to herself making you laugh louder.
“You wanna see me naked, baby?” You gave her an innocent smile making her side eye you before putting her blender down with a sigh.
“Fuck yeah, I do”. She muttered after a beat of silence before grabbing at you in which you let out a squeal of surprise.
The one time Lara actually went along with your stupid videos was when Daniela showed you the ‘think fast, I’m a random girl’ trend and you absolutely had to do it to Lara.
It was a quiet afternoon at the house, all the girls had either gone out with their significant others or their friends outside of Katseye. You had come hopping down the stairs with your phone clearly recording your over excited face as you propped it against the coffee table in the living room, where Lara was busy lounging on the sofa, completely sprawled out.
You turned towards her and jumped into her lap before leaning down. “Think fast, I’m a random girl”. You yelled, swooping in to attach your lips to hers. But the minute those words left your mouth, Lara pushed your face away with her hand and screamed loudly.
“I’m being molested!” She yelled, getting enough strength to actually push you off the couch and you landed on the floor with a heavy thud.
“Ow!” You groaned dramatically making her laugh as she peeked over the couch at you.
“Did I pass?” She chuckled pulling you up by the front of your shirt before you landed on top of her with her legs going around you, caging you in like a koala.
“Yeah. You did good, baby. Not so sure my back would agree though”. You groaned making her laugh louder as you leaned down to kiss her properly.
But even you sometimes got carried away and Lara wasn’t always patient when it came to your over the top pranks, especially when she was in a bad mood.
You knew it was a bad idea to get on her nerves when her and Megan got into that argument about who was gonna sit in the front seat of the Uber. You and the others thought it was pretty stupid to begin with and having to hear both girls rant to you about the other was flat out ridiculous. But you were bored, and the target for your boredom? Lara.
You had just left Sophia and Yoonchae’s room after Lara texted you saying she was with Manon and Daniela, so you went to join them seeing that they were on live. What you didn’t know was how badly you were going to fuck up.
You knocked on their hotel room and Daniela opened it with an excited scream in which you immediately joined in on making Manon laugh and Lara looked back at you with a smile.
“Y’all, Lara’s wife is here!” Manon smiled at the camera as you followed Dani towards the bed they were sitting on.
“Hola!” You smiled at the camera before pressing a kiss to Lara’s head which sparked an immediate reaction from the eyekons.
The live was going great and your ridiculous plan to prank Lara in front of thousands was closing in.
“What’s your love language?” Manon sang as she read from the comments flooding in.
“Affection”. She smiled, pressing a kiss to Lara’s head in which Lara blew one back to her.
“Oi, you kissing my girlfriend?” You said in a horrible British accent, playfully glaring at Manon.
“You want a kiss too?” Manon smiled, her British accent coming out better than yours as she pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“Ew”. You fake gagged, wiping the kiss off your cheek with an exaggerated flick.
“Only Amber is allowed to kiss me, thank you”. You smiled, casually slipping in the wrong name and waiting for somebody to react.
“Who the fuck is Amber?” Lara’s head snapped towards you so fast you’re surprised she didn’t get whiplash.
“Oh shit”. Manon mumbled, quickly muting the live as Daniela gasped at the hostility in shock.
“I said Lara”. You quickly covered it up and she immediately sat up and glared at you.
“You fucking said Amber. I’m not in the mood for your shit, (Y/n). You better be fucking with me right now”. You could see Lara was on the verge of tears and you figured it was because she was emotionally drained from the fight she had with Megan. Lara was hardly a crier.
“Okay, I’m sorry it was a prank”. You quickly shut down the facade as you tried to reach for her but she just shoved you away before getting up and walking out the hotel room.
“Lara!” You called after her but the door slammed behind her and you looked over at Dani and Manon.
“You better go and fix that right now”. Manon gave you a nervous look but before you left, turned towards the camera and unmuted the live.
“Guys, I accidentally pissed Lara off with a prank and now she’s extremely mad at me. Please pray for me”. You winced before hopping off the bed and ran out the hotel room.
You knew the first place to look would be in your hotel room. So when you entered, lara was curled up on the bed crying softly into her pillow.
“Baby? I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed that line”. You winced, stepping towards the bed and sat down next to her.
“You’re a fucking asshole!” She cried out, kicking you in the arm with her foot, which to be honest you kind of deserved.
“ I know I am. And I’m so fucking sorry, angel.” You muttered reaching out for her but she just smacked you away again.
“Don’t fucking touch me right now”. She sniffed and you had to bite down on your lip to stop your own tears.
“Lara, please let me make you feel better. I’ll do anything. I really didn’t mean to go overboard with the pranks”. You pleaded and for a few seconds it was completely quiet except for the faint sniffles coming from your girlfriend.
“I’m gonna touch you, okay? You can hit, kick and punch me as much as you want but I’m never gonna let go of you”. You whispered, moving to pull her into a hug and this time she let you.
You pressed a kiss to her temple and she immediately moved to straddle your lap, burying her face in your neck making your arms wrap around her tightly.
“Don’t ever do shit like that again”. She muttered into your neck. And from that moment on, you never pulled any ‘cheating’ or anything remotely close to ‘cheating’ pranks on her again.
For a while you laid off on the pranks until one on TikTok caught your attention and you absolutely had to see how Lara would react. You and the girls were in the rehearsal room running through the ‘Gnarly’ dance routine when Missy had called for a small break.
You had pulled out your phone and propped it somewhere Lara couldn’t see before she came and sat down next to you with a bottle of water.
“Here”. She handed it to you and you gladly accepted it.
“Thank you, baby”. You leaned over to kiss her, but when you pulled away you wiped your mouth and she had to do a double take at you.
“Why’d you wipe your mouth?” She frowned and you looked at her in fake confusion.
“Huh?” You muttered taking a swig of the water.
“You wiped my kiss off your mouth”. She stated before leaning in to kiss you again.
And of course you went to wipe your mouth again, infuriating the Indian girl even more.
“Stop doing that!” She yelled.
“I’m not doing anything”. You defended, looking at her like she was delusional.
“Come here”. She scoffed grabbing your face and planting a wet kiss to your lips before pulling back.
“I swear if you wipe your mouth again, I’ll smack you”. She glared at you and you being the menace that you are, looked at her dead in the eyes before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
“That’s it”. Lara growled, crawling on top of you before grabbing your face and licking a long strip across your face making you squeal as you tried to free yourself from her.
“Wipe that off now you bitch”. She smiled before attacking your face with kisses which pulled a giggle from your lips.
“Ew, you guys are so sweet you’re triggering my diabetes.” Megan groaned from across the room.
But out of all the pranks you’ve pulled on Lara, this one had to be your favourite. Simple because of her reaction.
Lara was sitting in front of the tv in your shared room, sweatpants low on her hips and a sports bra covering her top half as she played on the X Box, fully invested in the game she was on with Megan in the next room.
You had simply walked in wearing nothing but a towel, stopped in front of her and bent down onto your knees whilst reaching to tie your hair back into a bun. That instantly got Lara’s attention as your face was really close to her crotch and you could see the excitement rolling off of her.
“Hold on, Megan. I’m gonna have to pause real quick”. She spoke over the headphones before flinging it off her head and looked down at you.
“What you doing, mama?” She smirked at you, getting ready to pull her pants off but When you reached for the water bottle under her chair and gave her an innocent look, Lara stared at you in utter bewilderment.
“Oh my God, babe!” She groaned making you laugh as you stood up.
“What?” You questioned innocently.
“Why you gotta do that shit to me?” She pouted.
“I didn’t do anything, you’re the one who thinks with their crotch most of the time”. You shrugged.
“You’re evil. Evil, I tell you”. She scoffed going back to her game and you immediately started smirking again.
“Lara. Put the game down, baby”. And she immediately scoffed.
“Why? So you can give me blue balls again?” She didn’t even look at you as she unpaused the game, picking her head phones up and placing them on her head.
“Lara”. You called more sternly this time making her turn her head slightly to look at you, and when she did she had to do a double take. You towel dropped to the floor and you stood in front of your girlfriend, naked as the day you were born and her mouth immediately started watering at the sight of you.
“Oh hell no. Fuck you, Megan. Play by yourself”. She muttered into the headset as she flung them somewhere to the side, launching herself out of the chair and tossed you over her shoulder making you giggle as she dropped you onto the bed.
To Lara, you could be a handful. But she loved you just the way you were, even the stupid little pranks. But she would never admit it out loud though.
sophia makes sure her appearance to the public is a perfect one. a smile is always plastered on her face with the press comes, her words are careful and tuned when conducting an interview. nothing about her told that to you, her girlfriend, she was the most depraved version of herself.
sophia would often times use your body as stress relief when she came home after a taxing interview. her charming facade would slip away as she ruined you for the temporary feeling of pleasure.
"stupid fucking interviewer kept asking the same questions over and over," sophia grunted as she pushed your head deeper into her cunt. "keep using your pathetic little tongue."
sophia would have you underneath her desk out of sight while she sat in a meeting with the company, or during fan calls. while she talked with whoever was on the other end, you were lapping away, being kicked with a heel bearing foot telling you to go faster.
her favorite position to put you in would be your legs over her shoulders, and her head pressed into your sensitive spot. she would occasionally bite your thighs and push them apart.
there were times that sophia would take you out to group dinner with her members. they would praise her for how good care she took of you, unaware of the marks, hickies and scratches, that she left on your back and neck from the nights before.
when you acted up in public, threating to ruin sophia's perfect image, the rest of your day would be spent bent over on her lap, taking impacts from her manicured hand while she told you how much of a bad girl you were for misbehaving. you whimpered every time her flesh connected with your own.
"you think you can get away with being such a brat in public? how do you think that reflects on me?"
sophia would slink away during rehearsals and text you only to tease you with messages of how she would use you once she returned home and drive you crazy the entire day.
"rehearsal has been pissing me off. maybe you should get the ropes ready."
when the group had a concert, you were placed right in the front near the stage. whenever sophia would point into the crowd at you, calling you a "beautiful eyekon," sending the crowd into a frenzy. it would always be under the guise of you being a random fan, not the leader's lover.
sophia has the most extensive toy collection, only for you. she would excuse herself early from rehearsal with the excuse of stopping by a restaurant to buy lunch for the group. she was really stopping a kink shop with the intention of purchasing a new item to add for her collection.
an: thank u to my lovely moot who sent me a request which sparked some inspo!! this is different from the original… but i hope you enjoy it. literally half asleep rn
“god, it’s so hot jen. you really think drinking is gonna help?” you groaned, sitting down next to jennifer on one of the barstools.
jennifer rolled her eyes, nudging your knee with hers. “i’ll just get you ice water then. princess treatment. that good enough for you?”
“yeah… and i’m tired. and all sweaty.” you stretched your shoulders, letting out a soft wince. “we’ve been out all day. can we just—”
she cut you off with a quick kiss, like she was plugging your mouth shut.
“fifteen minutes,” she said against your lips. “tops. then i’m stealing you back to the cabin and you can pass out on my boobs or whatever.”
you laughed, pushing her shoulder, and then the strap of your tank top fell for what seemed like 50th time today.
jennifer’s eyes immediately darkened. she reached out and fixed it for you, her fingers skimming your skin a little too slowly.
she flags down the bartender and orders you water, herself a drink. her hand settles on your thigh like she owns it… which, honestly, she kinda thinks she does.
“i’m gonna go pee before we drink. stay here. i’ll be right back.” she says, kissing you on the cheek.
“i’m not a toddler.”
“you’re my girlfriend. that’s worse. don’t go anywhere.” jennifer smiles, squeezing your hand one last time before walking into the bathroom.
she’s barely gone for 10 seconds before the guy next to you leans over, you mentally roll your eyes, your jaw clenching.
“rough day?” he asks, doing that sleazy half-smile like he can smell vulnerability. your nostrils flare up as you smell the booze reeking from his body.
“uhm—“ you open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off.
“well, lucky you ran into me then.” he slides a napkin toward you, his number scribbled in messy ink. “if you need some… distraction.”
you freeze, eyes darting toward the hallway jennifer disappeared down. you’re shocked at the audacity of this guy, not even sure how to respond.
“i—”
“she’s not interested.” jennifer’s voice cuts in, sharp like a knife.
you jump and she’s right behind you, staring the guy down with a forced smile.
the guy raises his eyebrows. “didn’t see you there.”
“yeah,” she purrs, taking the napkin out of your hand. “you won’t see much of anything if you keep looking at my girlfriend like that.”
“hey, chill,” he mutters, holding up his hands.
“i am so chill.” she flashes him a smile before lacing her fingers with yours. “we’re leaving. come on, babe.”
“you didn’t have to do that, i had it under control.” you reassured jennifer as the both of you walked out of the bar.
she crumples the napkin in her fist… but you don’t notice her slipping it into her back pocket instead of letting it fall into the trash can by the door.
“you good?” she murmurs, thumb rubbing circles on your hip as you walk.
“yeah,” you sigh, leaning into her. “m’ just exhausted.”
jennifer hums, but she’s not really listening to your exhaustion, she’s replaying that assholes face in her head, jaw tight, eyes glinting.
“babe,” you say softly. “you’re doing the jaw thing.”
“what jaw thing?”
“the ‘i’m imagining someone’s obituary’ thing.”
she huffs a laugh, but it’s a frustrated one. “i just don’t like when dudes act like you’re… available. like i’m not literally right there.”
“i wasn’t gonna take his number,” you mumble.
“i know.” jennifer replies fast. too fast.
“doesn’t mean I didn’t wanna toss him through a wall.”
“jennifer,” you groan, bumping her shoulder. “you are so dramatic.”
“you love it.”
“maybe.”
“definitely.”
you roll your eyes but your cheeks are warm. she notices. she always notices.
by the time you reach the cabin steps, jennifer steps in front of you, hands on your waist, forcing you to look at her.
“just so we’re clear,” she says, voice low and slow, “you’re mine. right?”
you blink at her. “duh. obviously.”
she smiles widely and kisses you again, longer this time, like she’s branding the yes into your mouth. “kay, just making sure.”
the front door shuts behind you with a soft thud, and everything suddenly feels quieter. finally. you were unbelievably tired.
you kick off your shoes, ready to flop into bed, but jennifer grabs your wrist gently.
“hold up. come here.”
you let her pull you into her, her arms sliding around your waist from behind as she nuzzles your neck.
“he really got under your skin, huh?” you joke, leaning into her touch.
“nah.” she lies through her teeth and presses a kiss to your shoulder.
“i just don’t like when people think they can take what’s mine.”
you feel her smile against your skin, but there’s something else beneath it, something you can’t place.
she turns you around to face her.
“did he touch you?” jennifer asks suddenly.
“what? no.” you respond, confused.
“did he try?”
“no, babe. he literally just slid a napkin.”
her eyes narrow, like the napkin alone was enough to warrant a death sentence.
“still disrespectful,” she mutters.
you hug her and mumble against her neck. “it’s over. i’m here. with you. can we please just go to sleep? i’m so fucking tired.”
she hesitates for half a second, where she looks like she wants to say something else.
but instead she smiles sweetly and kisses your forehead. “yeah. get in bed. i’ll lock up.”
“m’ kay. don’t take long.”
“i won’t.” she doesn’t even check the locks at first. she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out the napkin the guy gave you.
she smooths it out on the kitchen counter, ink smudged a little from her palm sweating earlier.
she grabs her phone and opens a new text thread and types in his number.
hey… it’s me. from the bar.
she waits. counts the seconds. please take the bait.
he responds faster than she expects.
oh damn. didn’t think you’d actually text.
she rolls her eyes and pushes her hair behind her ear. this was actually painful for her.
i couldn’t earlier. wasn’t a good time.
she looks up and behind her shoulder, paranoid you were still awake and looking at her phone.
she leans her hip against the counter, thumbs moving quick.
but i can talk now.
his text shoots in faster than she sent the first one.
ur girlfriend asleep? ;)
jennifer’s expression drops into pure disgust. her hand grips her phone tighter.
“oh, you’re done,” she mumbles.
yeah… she knocked out. long day lol
you tryna meet up? got a spot behind the bar nobody goes to.
she doesn’t answer right away. she finally walks over to the front door, flicks the lock loudly. so that if you’re awake, it sounds like she’s actually doing what she said.
“god, men are so easy.” she whispers to herself.
maybe. send the pin.
his response comes with a location drop.
a trail entrance in the woods behind the bar. perfect.
jennifer lets out a sigh of relief, smiling to herself.
give me like 20. don’t move.
she places her phone in her pocket and finally checks all the locks, methodically, like she’s preparing the cabin for you to sleep safely.
jennifer pushes the bedroom door open slowly, only to find you out cold.
she leans against the doorframe for a second, just watching you, like she’s trying to memorize the softness before she goes out and ruins some guy’s entire life.
she tucks the blanket up to your shoulders and kisses your forehead. “sleep, babe. i’ll handle it.”
oh, and she does.
her phone buzzes in her pocket. a new message.
im here btw. it’s dark as hell out lol
i’m heading over. don’t chicken out :)
she puts her phone away and locks the door behind her, making her way down the dirt path to his location.
the trail behind the bar is barely lit, just the sign’s glow bleeding through the trees in the distance.
she sees him before he sees her.
he’s pacing near the clearing, phone in his hand, checking the time. he looks nervous, eager, and completely oblivious.
jennifer steps forward just enough for a twig to snap.
he turns, eyes lighting up, expecting to see you.
“hey! thought you weren’t—”
he freezes mid-sentence when he realizes it’s not you.
jennifer’s smile spreads slowly and lethally.
“you’re early,” she says softly. “how sweet. such a gentleman.”
his brows furrow. “uh… where’s—”
“did you really think she’d meet you out here alone?” jennifer asks.
it’s silent for a few seconds, he’s looking around and shifting his weight on each foot “so… she’s not coming?”
god, how much more idiotic could this guy get?
“oh, don’t worry,” she smiles. “i’m here instead. and i’m so hungry.”
the cabin door creaks open slowly. jennifer slips inside, closing it softly.
you jolt awake instantly. your heart racing.
“jen?” you call out, voice rough with sleep.
“hey, baby,” she answers softly.
you blink toward the doorway and your heart drops right out of your chest.
jennifer is standing there, illuminated by the faint lamp light, covered in blood.
not soaked like in a movie… but spattered, on her jawline, drips on her collarbone and her hands are stained.
your breath catches in your throat.
“what the fuck?? what happened?! oh my god! are you hurt??”
she steps toward you slowly, hands raised like she doesn’t want to scare you. “no. it’s not mine.”
your stomach flips violently and your knees nearly buckle. “what are you saying…”
she reaches you and cups your face with her cold, stained hands, and you gasp at the blood smearing on your face.
“he won’t ever touch you. or look at you. or breathe near you again.”
heat flickers low in your stomach at the sound of her voice, at the fact that she did this for you. over you.
you swallow hard, attempting to take a step back. “jennifer… jesus christ… this is insane.”
“i know,” she whispers, brushing your bottom lip with her thumb, staining it red.
“but i’d do anything for you. you know that, right, babe?”
you should shove her away. you should scream for help. you should call someone.
but you’re breathing fast, staring at her mouth. your body filled with arousal and anxiety.
“you’re… you’re scaring me,” you whisper.
she smiles, tilting her head, “and you like it.”
jennifer pulls you closer, her blood-stained fingers tangling in your hair as she crashes her lips against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss.
you gasp into her mouth, tasting the coppery fresh blood mingling with her saliva. you hate the way you’re so turned on right now.
she walks you backwards until your legs hit the foot of the bed, the cabin’s floor creaking softly around you the both of you.
her lips kiss down your neck, smearing the blood down the column of your throat as she does so.
jennifer yanks your shirt up and off, tossing it carelessly to the floor, revealing your flimsy bra. her hands work at the clasp of your bra, your tits springing out, the cool air makes you shiver.
"you're mine," she murmurs, before taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking, her eyelashes flutter up at you.
her other hand slides down your stomach, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your panties to stroke through the slick folds of your pussy. you whine and grind up against her touch, desperate for more.
"there's your proof," she breathes, pulling back from your tit with a wet pop, just enough to meet your gaze. "you want this. you want me, no matter what i do, what i am. isn’t that right?”
you nod your head eagerly, squirming against the sheets.
her fingers sink deep inside you, pumping in and out, smiling as you whimper and writhe under her.
your fingers claw red lines down her back through the fabric of her shirt as you cling to her.
jennifer's fingers pump into you faster, the lewd sound of your soaked cunt filling the room as she finger-fucks you with single-minded focus. her thumb nudges your clit, circling the swollen bundle of nerves in tight, rough strokes that send electric shocks of heat shooting up your spine.
"oh my fucking god, jen," you gasp, voice ragged and high-pitched.
her hand grips your throat, not tightly enough to cut off your air, but with enough pressure that she feels the hammering pulse that betrays your excitement.
her other hand continues its ruthless assault on your dripping cunt, three fingers plunging in and out, curling just so to hit that spongey spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids.
"do you feel that, baby?" she pants. "do you feel how fucking wet you are? how much your body wants this, wants me?"
“you’re just as fucked up as me. maybe even more.” jennifer breathes out and you moan.
jennifer feels your body tensing, your walls clamping down around her plunging fingers as your climax builds up in your core. she knows you're close. “you gonna cum for me, baby?”
“yes— m’ gonna cum.” you manage to babble out, rocking up against her hand.
your orgasm crashes through you suddenly, sweeping away all thoughts of the guy, of the blood, of anything but the pleasure that consumes you.
she helps you ride out your orgasm, whispering soft praises against your mouth.
she eases her fingers out of your cunt, letting out her own moan as she sees the slick of your arousal and the stranger's blood coating her fingers. your stomach flips for the 20th time tonight.
heyo kinda craving smut ab subby sophia who's super sensitive.. could u write ab that?
reader is masc and she's sophia's roommate then they're both pent up and sophia acts all dom and bossy teasing reader and getting on her lap only to turn into a subby mess as soon as reader squeezes her waist <3
love ur writing btw !! :p
sensitive - sophia laforteza
⋮ ⌗ ┆pairing: sophia laforteza x masc!female reader
— warnings: smut, sub!soph, fingering, a little bit of plot? idk, probably more talking than smut sorry, not proofread
an: i’m still learning how to write smut, it’s easier to read than to write but i did my best… (づ_ど)
it was way past midnight, but you were still awake in your dorm room, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, still wearing the clothes you’d gotten home in. grey sweatpants sat low on your waist, tank top, that showed your sculpted abs, pushed up from how much you’d shifted around on the bed. you were half-aware of it, too tired to care.
you could hear the shower running in the bathroom, sophia, your roommate, was there. she’d announced earlier that she needed a midnight shower because her dance teacher had apparently worked her to death.
whatever. you didn’t care. not really.
except your thoughts kept drifting anyway, foggy and unwanted, and your thumb stopped scrolling more than once while your brain filled with images you definitely shouldn’t be thinking about. sophia’s body was probably all soap and warmth, her hands drifting through the soft curves. the valley of her breasts, her hips, thin waist… you groaned and forced yourself to look back at your phone, annoyed at yourself.
sophia was… complicated.
other girls got flustered around you. stared. blushed. kept their distance. sophia did the opposite. she teased you relentlessly, got too close on purpose, touched you like she knew exactly how much it messed with you. she’d poke your abs when your shirt rode up, look up at you with that trouble-making stare until you scoffed and backed away. then she’d giggle like it was all just a joke.
god. fucking infuriating.
a knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts, and you noticed that the shower had been cut off as well. “y/n!” sophia’s voice called, sweet and way too energetic for nearly one in the morning.
you considered pretending you were asleep, but your lamp was on. busted. you could only sigh and answer. “come in.”
and you immediately regretted it. for fuck sakes.
sophia leaned into the doorway, arms crossed, a pout on her face. “i need to talk,” she said. your brain short-circuited. she looked comfortable. way too comfortable. hair damp, face bare, oversized t-shirt riding high, shorts barely there. you swear that if she bent over a bit you could see her ass. but you forced your eyes up, then failed, then scoffed at yourself.
“yeah?” you said, trying to sound normal, casual, if that scene wasn’t making your hands tremble. “about what?”
sophia caught it immediately. she wasn’t stupid. her eyes flicked to your face, then your hands, and a slow, knowing smirk pulled at her lips. the pout she’d walked in with shifted into something sly. “i just had the shittiest day…” she said softly, dragging it out, voice sweet, like she was already plotting something as she stepped closer.
“mhm?” you hummed, still sprawled across the bed, barely lifting your head. your eyes dropped without permission, straight to her legs as they came into view. bare, smooth, ridiculous. seriously, how did one person always look like that?
sophia definitely noticed you staring. her gaze dipped too, zeroing in on your stomach, the way your abs were tense even when you were supposedly relaxed. she swallowed, eyes lingering longer than necessary. you could practically hear the gears shifting in her head.
“so?” you mumbled when she went quiet, lifting yourself up and sitting on the edge of the bed, legs hanging off as you waited. watching her.
she snapped her eyes back to yours. “dance class was hell,” she said, licking her lips before continuing. “the teacher kept calling me out. every move. like nothing i did was right.”
as she talked, her body kept betraying her frustration. she climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, inching closer with every sentence. “and she wouldn’t shut up about daniela,” sophia huffed. “complimenting her nonstop.”
you tried to focus. really. but her thighs were right there now. “and daniela wasn’t even doing it right,” she went on, voice rising, annoyed before she shifted again and settled straight onto your lap. that was it. your brain fully shut off.
you froze, hands hovering uselessly in the air, eyes unfocused as you stared ahead, trying to remember how breathing worked. sophia kept talking, completely oblivious, or maybe very aware and pretending not to be. yeah, the second option.
“it’s just unfair,” she complained, shifting her weight slightly as she crossed her arms. “i’m better than her, but everyone always looks at her–”
“not me.” your voice cut in, quieter this time, but sharp enough to stop her mid-sentence.
sophia froze. her mouth parted, eyes flicking up to yours. for a second, she genuinely looked thrown. had you really just said that? you knew about her thing with daniela. hell, you’d seen the looks she shot her whenever you and dani were together. she wasn’t subtle.
“yeah?” sophia teased after a beat, confidence creeping back in when she caught the way you were looking at her. soft. needy. exactly how she wanted you. a small giggle slipped out as her arms slid up and looped around your neck, hands settling on your shoulders like they belonged there.
you didn’t touch her. couldn’t. you knew if you did, even just a finger, you’d be done for. “hm,” you nodded anyway. “her mom basically bankrolls the college. they kinda have to like her,” you said casually, like she wasn’t sitting in your lap, like her arms weren’t slowly killing you.
sophia hummed, tongue dragging over her teeth as she tilted her head. “and you like her?” she asked, teasing, biting her lip as she leaned in, too close. way too close.
“i mean…” you shrugged. it wasn’t even a dodge, just honest. “i don’t really care about her.”
that did it. sophia’s eyes lit up, teeth sinking into her bottom lip hard enough that you thought she might actually break skin. she liked that answer. a lot.
and then she noticed. your hands were on her waist.
her breath hitched instantly. shoulders tensing, color flooding her cheeks as her pupils blew wide. her arms loosened around your neck, not pushing you anymore, just… stunned. “i—” she stuttered, trying to laugh it off, blinking fast like she could reset herself. she swallowed, throat dry, clearly scrambling to get her teasing edge back.
but it was gone. all she could focus on was the way your hands fit there. steady. warm. like they’d always known where to land.
you noticed the shift instantly. the way her confidence cracked, just a little. your brows pulled together, confused and curious all at once. did she… did sophia laforteza just melt?
“cat got your tongue?” you teased, unable to stop yourself. sophia’s lips fell into a soft pout, eyes going wide and doe-like in a way that made your stomach flip. oh. oh shit. she really did melt. she looked unreal like this.
your hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer onto your lap, firm enough that you knew it’d leave marks on her pale skin. “guess it did, huh, phia?” you murmured, smirking down at her.
“it—” she tried, swallowing hard. “it didn’t… i just…” her words fell apart, replaced by a soft whine that slipped out before she could stop it. sophia looked up at you through thick lashes, flushed and helpless, like she didn’t know what to do with herself anymore.
her arms loosened around your neck, almost shy now, trying to hide her face as she turned her head away. but you were quicker. your fingers caught her chin, gentle but insistent, guiding her back until her eyes met yours.
you didn’t think. you just kissed her.
she made a small, broken sound as her body melted into yours, lips parting easily under the pressure. it wasn’t soft or careful. it was messy, sloppy, all heat and want, mouths moving together like neither of you knew how to slow down. she gasped into the kiss, hands gripping your shoulders as she leaned her full weight into you.
sophia nearly knocked you back onto the bed, but you caught her, one hand steady on her waist, the other bracing behind you as you kissed her again, deeper this time. your thoughts were blurred, all you could feel was her. the weight of her in your lap. the heat. the way her fingers curled into your tank top like she was afraid you’d disappear if she let go.
“need you,” she pleaded, pulling back just enough that your lips were still brushing, breaths mixing. her lips were swollen, eyes dark and searching.
you could feel her shifting on your lap, restless, desperate, not even trying to hide it. she let out a shaky breath, forehead dropping to yours, eyes fluttering shut as she whined right into your ear. you weren’t expecting sophia laforteza to be so… needy.
your thumb kept tracing slow circles into her waist as you held her close. “i got you…” you murmured, voice just as unsteady as her breathing.
then you shifted, decisive, guiding her down until her back hit the mattress. not rough, but sure. she let herself go easily, a soft gasp leaving her lips as she landed, chest rising and falling fast, lips swollen and pink from the kiss.
for a few seconds, you just stared. took her in. the way her shirt had ridden up, exposing a strip of soft skin, the way her hair fanned out messily against your sheets, the way sophia looked up at you like she was still trying to catch her breath and her thoughts at the same time.
god. “so pretty,” you said without thinking, like it slipped out on its own.
you leaned down, and pressed your lips to her neck. one kiss, then another. a rough bite that made her sigh, head tipping back instinctively. her arm slid around your neck, fingers curling there like she needed something to hold onto.
your fingers grazed her stomach, just the tips barely pressing, and she shuddered like someone had just struck her with lightning. you jerked back instinctively, eyes wide. “are…” you started, but didn’t finish, instead looking down at her, startled.
sophia’s eyes were wide and soft, locked on yours. doe-like, pleading, like the very act of you stopping had already hurt her somehow.
curiosity won. you traced your fingers over the same spot again, slow this time, careful. another shudder ran through her, her legs pressing lightly against yours in response. oh? oh. so that’s what was going on. “sensitive, aren’t we, phia?” you teased, a grin tugging at your lips as the realization hit.
sophia could play all tough, all teasing, all confident words and sharp remarks. but one real touch, one real moment, and she unraveled. trembling under your hands, soft and pliant, completely hers in that instant.
“please… please,” she whispered, breath shaky, fingers clutching at your tank top like she was holding on for dear life.
you laughed softly, not teasing or cruel. just gentle. because god, she was adorable like this, all bravado gone, eyes wide and needy. “i’m getting there,” you murmured, voice low as your hand slid down from her stomach, slow on purpose, stopping at her waistband. you tugged it just a little, enough to make her whine.
you caught a glimpse of white fabric, simple, and for some reason that made your chest ache. it didn’t match the sharp mouth, the confidence, the attitude she wore like armor. but it matched this version of her. real. vulnerable.
you paused. “can i?” you asked quietly, finally looking up at her instead of down.
sophia nodded immediately, too fast, too eager, hair bouncing as she did. it almost made you laugh again. almost.
you helped her out of her shorts, and underwear carefully, tossing them aside before settling back between her legs, hands resting warm and steady on her thighs. you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her knee, then another higher up.
you couldn’t help your eyes, how they shifted to her parted thighs, to the glistening center that was calling for you. your thumbs pushed her thighs further apart, eyes locked on her cunt. it was dripping on your bed. your bed. god if that didn’t make you feel a hundred times more smug.
you moved your hand under her shirt, finding her perky breast, thumb immediately fondling with her hardened nipple. sophia squirmed beneath you, thighs twitching, threatening to close, but you held her steady, firm. every tiny movement of hers made a noise, shaky whimpers spilling out faster than her breaths.
“breathe… don’t forget to breathe, princess,” you murmured, the nickname slipping out naturally, no hesitation. your lips brushed against the hollow of her neck, soft and warm, tracing down to her collarbone.
her head tilted back instinctively, eyes fluttering closed, fingers clutching at your arms, and you felt that tiny, frantic pulse of her heart against your chest. god, she was so responsive.
your hand left her breast, making her huff in frustration, but that was quickly replaced by a shuddering moan when sophia felt your hand moving dangerously down on her, finally reaching her cunt. you couldn’t help the quiet moan that left your mouth when your fingers touched her wetness. she was drenched. “so wet, phia…is this all for me?”
she nodded again, words failing her as her lips trembled. finally, a shaky, breathless babble escaped. “mhm- mhmph… yes, yes… all f’you…” her chest rose and fell rapidly, breaths quick and uneven, and she swallowed hard, trying to steady herself as she felt your thumb circling her clit.
“slow, hm? breathe, baby…” you warned softly, eyes locked onto hers. sophia’s eyes were unfocused, glassy, a little too watery, like she was right on the edge of slipping away. she nodded again, letting you guide her.
your fingers explored her cunt before blindly finding her entrance, collecting her juices before slowly moving one finger inside her. “good girl…” you cooed as you heard her moans shudder, thighs tensing and eyes shuttering close as a silent moan left her.
your finger moved slowly in and out of her until she was finally making pleasured sounds. moans filled your bedroom and you could only stare in awe, watching as her body squirmed, hips moving with your finger as she tried to hurry your maddening slow pace. “more… more, please,” sophia breathed out, thighs closing around your hands as her feet curled on the bed.
you obeyed, pushing another finger inside her, feeling the gummy walls tightening against your fingers. “so tight, phia… this isn’t your first time is it?” you teased, unable to help yourself as you moved faster to her liking.
sophia’s back arched off the bed, shaking her head at your teasing words. “n-no…no! nngh..” she sobbed out her moans, her head turning to press her cheek on your mattress, closing her eyes, you were doing a number on her.
she was a mess. completely undone. lips swollen and shiny, parted like she’d forgotten how to close them, lashes clumped and damp, curling against her flushed cheeks. her face was red, warm, eyes glassy and soft, hair tangled everywhere from all the squirming.
and sophia… she was loving it. loving how your fingers made her feel, how your touch held her steady while you thrusted into her, so rough yet not fast enough, knowing exactly how to drive her mad.
but then again, sophia was sensitive. way too sensitive, really. it didn’t take much to make her cum, and she knew it.
she felt it instantly, that fire building in her stomach the second your fingers curled just in the right spot. “i’m—!” she tried to warn you, tried to stop herself, but her body betrayed her. the sounds that escaped were louder, faster than her mind could process, loud gasps and moans tumbling out before she could think to stop them.
she clutched at your shoulders, eyes fluttering closed, cheeks flushed deep red and you noticed, of course you did. you curled your fingers to the right spot, hitting it constantly, feeling the wetness dribble out of your palm. “come on, phia… make a mess f’me…”
and she did. with a loud, shuddering moan, sophia came, body trembling, hips jerking slightly under your hands. her fingers flew up to press against her mouth, trying to stifle the noise, but it was useless. the sounds had already escaped, spilling into the room, raw and unfiltered.
her hands gave up, flopping limply onto the bed beside her, abandoning all attempts at control. it was beautiful seeing her like this, hearing her, feeling her release so completely, gushing all over your hand and dripping right on the sheets.
you slowed your movements, letting her ride the high, riding it out with her, until her hand gently pushed yours away. you pulled back immediately, careful, moving out of her slowly so you didn’t startle her. “there we go…” you cooed, humming softly, hands sliding back to her waist to steady her, feeling her shiver under your touch.
sophia’s chest heaved, breaths coming in fast and uneven, like she’d forgotten how to calm down. when you leaned in to press soft kisses to her cheeks, she could only whine softly, tilting into you, letting the warmth of your lips and steady hands pull her back down to earth.
“so good…” she murmured at last, voice rough, throat dry, eyes looking up at you like you’d done something miraculous.
“yeah, i know, that’s usually what they say…” you teased, smug, and her hand shot out to smack your arm. but you just laughed, the sound warm and low, pulling her even closer.
your arm wrapped securely around her waist, bicep pressing gently against her, and you peppered more kisses on her cheek until her lips finally curved into a small, tired smile, matching the one already on your face.
warnings: tooth rotting fluff please book a dentist appointment
sophia feels empowered to show you she's exactly your type on international women's day. maybe this time you'll finally choose her over him.
a/n: PLEASE listen to guy.exe while reading this i promise it'll make sense & perhaps this is compensation for whatever is happening in the smau rn..
As soon as the clock hits 8:00pm, there’s someone at the door. Your eyebrows scrunch, head tilting towards the door. You weren’t expecting anyone, the plan was to rot in your pajamas, watch another cheesy movie, something like ‘to all the boys I’ve loved before.’ Your head is thrown back, the lights blinding as you push yourself off the couch. You put on a hoodie, fixing your shots to look presentable.
I swear if it’s an amazon deliv— “Oh, hi.” Sophia can see the confusion written all over your face as she stands in front of you, lilies in hand. “Who are those for? What on eart- You know what? Just come in.” You stand aside, letting her come in before shutting the door. “What are you doing here?” Your hand rests on your hip, an unimpressed expression on your face as you see your best friend’s eyes roaming over you.
“For you, by the way.” She tilts the flowers towards you, but your mouth only parts, words dying down. She settles the flowers down on your table before you start giving her a two hour lecture on how she needs to save money. She’s a popstar for god’s sake. “I still don’t understand who you’re so dolled up for. Do you have a date? And if you do, why are you at my house…”
“It’s eight at night.” She starts, pointing to the clock on your wall, and you look at her, still just as confused. You draw out an ‘okay,’ waiting for her to continue. Sophia points towards her heels, flexing her bicep right after, rolling her eyes as you giggle at her. “Six feet.” She continues to hint at you. “You are not six feet in those heels, maybe 5’9 at max.” Sophia gasps, mimicking a knife stabbing her chest.
Before you can react, her hands are around you, picking you up bridal style as she carries you to the couch. “Super strong.” She mumbles but it still doesn’t click to you. “Is this like a girlfriend resumé that you’re trying to fill out?” Sophia only sighs, flopping on top of you. Her lips land on your cheek, she sees the way you blush, her smile widens.
“Go, get ready. We’re going out.” She smacks your shoulder, getting off you. You’re still just as confused. “Chop chop, we’re getting late!” You giggle, slowly rolling out of the couch. “I’m going, dude.” Sophia scoffs. “Are you calling me dude? Wow. This is what six years of friendship gets me.” You flip her off, heading upstairs to dress up.
Sophia’s heels clack against the floor as she paces around your living room. Her nails dig into her palm as she waits for you. She’s scared this will all be a fucking disaster, especially with the way you reacted to her showing up to your doorstep. You were so okay with her going on a date with someone else, ugh, how was she going to tell you?
“Out!” You exclaim, lifting your dress up as you come down the stairs, and Sophia freezes for a moment, her eyes roaming up your body, mouth parted in a mesmerized expression. This isn’t the first time she’s seen you so dressed up but it just feels so much better knowing it’s to go out with her. She bites her lips, licking the small amount of blood gushing out with her tongue, before fully taking you in. “Damn, girl you look hungry as hell. Do we have dinner reservations or–”
“Yes.” That’s all that Sophia says before grabbing your hand and dragging you to her car. “Nice car, Sofi, did you buy a new one?” You look impressed. Point for Sophia! She nods, opening the door for you, earning herself an eye roll. “What’s got you so cheesy today?” You giggle as she slides into the driver’s seat. Sophia only shrugs. “Saw a really pretty girl today.” You have to bite down on your cheek to stop the big smile that was about to form on your face. You would be lying if you said you didn’t like when Sophia flirted with you. Little did you know, the girl next to you had noticed, already adding another point to her list.
“I really want a cheesecake. Can we switch and just go to the cheesecake factory?” You randomly blurt out, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Do you really think I’m gonna take you to the cheesecake factory dressed like this?” You give her a big thumbs down, and she rolls her eyes at you, grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers.
“You’ll live, we’re here.” Sophia lets go of your hand, getting out of her seat, rushing over to your side, opening the car door. But you sit there with a humungous pout on your face, arms crossed looking like an adorable chipmunk. “You let go of my hand, you hate me and want me to die,” You make a face at her looking away. Sophia snickers, kneeling with one knee touching the floor, her hand resting on the other. “My bad, m’ lady, would you please grace me with your presence on this divine international women's day?”
You bite your lip to stop the giggle, a little surprised by how well she takes your attitude sometimes. “Fine,” You grab her hand, pulling her up with you. You both freeze for a moment as Sophia’s lips brush against your knuckles. Normally you would’ve called her cheesy, laughed it off after, but this time it felt real. Like she meant for it to happen. Sophia doesn’t say anything, only pulls you upstairs to your table.
“Really fancy, Laforteza.” You kiss her cheek, resting an arm around her neck as hers snake around your waist. “Only the best for you,” She shrugs like she didn’t just turn you into a flustered tomato. “Same side?” She turns her face towards you, eyes staring into yours, looking at you so widely you’d think there were no thoughts in her head. “Always.” It was hard to say no to her bug eyes.
Sophia’s hands don’t leave your waist for the rest of the night, giggling into your shoulders as you slip in another really stupid dad joke. Her eyes feel hypnotized, refusing to leave your figure as she eats. Her finger traces circles on the back of your hand, breathing in your perfume, she’s almost sleepy. It’s been so long since you’ve both been close like this.
Sophia shakes herself out of the daze, slowly untangling herself from you. She notices the way your smiles dips a little, looking at her in confusion. She excuses herself, promising she’ll be back in two seconds as she heads towards the washroom. The cold water feels comforting, washing away the sweat from her hands as she tries to steady her racing heart. It was finally happening. She reaches into her pocket, taking the velvet box out, taking deep breaths.
She was going to do it. She was going to say everything that’s been on her mind the past six months. She’s not going to let anyone stop her tonight. You’re doing great Sophia, you—
And then she sees him, leaning over the table she booked. That infuriating smirk on his face as he tries to fucking flirt with you again. Your ex, Ethan. Of course he has to come into the picture and ruin her day, he does this every time she tries to make a move. Sophia hates how you fall for him every time. He’s such a bitch, and she hates him and he should go fuck himself and—
Fuck this. Sophia slips the box inside her pocket again, heading downstairs to wait for you, or maybe not. Maybe he’ll just charm you again, and she’ll have to listen to you complain about him. She’ll just have to sit there and watch as you tell her your type. Kind. Not afraid to cry. Treats their mother right. Six feet tall, (optional, she hopes?). Super strong. Picks me up at eight, and not a minute late. Her head spins. She does everything right, she meets every standard except actually confessing.
She hates it, hates how she’ll never have the guts for it. Tears pool up in her eyes as she leans against the car. Sophia, you failed again. Forget about her. She really tries not to break down, not when she knows you’re about to come down any second, but then there’s a hand on her shoulder, one that’s spinning her around to face you. There’s warm fingers wiping her tears away, cupping her face, the gentle voice she’s learned to adore.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Sophia’s voice only cracks more as she hears the tone you use, one so patient and ready to listen. Her forehead leans against yours. “Nothing.” Sophia shakes her head, trying to pull away but you keep her in place. “So, you’re crying over nothing.” You give her a look, and Sophia crumbles into your arms, hugging you close as she sobs into your shoulders. “I-it doesn’t matter,” She hiccups.
“It matters to me.” You whisper into her ear. “You always say that.” Sophia sighs, trying to calm herself down. “Because I mean it.” Sophia pulls herself away from the embrace, reaching into her pocket. She pulls the box out, handing it to you. Your eyebrows scrunch, gently opening it. A gold necklace, a pendant on the side. A beautiful peacock feather, your favourite. Oh, my god. You told her that ages ago. “You remembered.”
“I always do.” Sophia gulps, heart racing in her chest, so fast she was worried it might come right out of her mouth and into her hands. “Are you sure you don’t have something to say to me, Sofi?” Your fingers run across her lips. You see the hesitation in her lips, and you sigh. Get it together, Sophia! “I lik—” You cut her off, lips already pressed against hers. You’re an impatient woman.
Sophia gasps, steadying herself, hands cupping the back of your neck as she presses your mouth harder against hers. The air is knocked right out of her lungs as she pulls your body into hers so desperately, she really needs this. Butterflies pool up in her stomach, lips moving against yours gently, scared she’ll lose you if she pushes too hard. You pull away first, lips swollen but so delicious as you pant, trying to catch your breath. “Well, I like you too, Laforteza, took you too long.” You giggle, pulling her right back in before she can respond.
Sophia smiles into the kiss, slowly turning you over and pinning you to the car. Her lips trail down from your lips, nipping on your jawline, moving to your neck, leaving deep wet kisses, covering you in her lipstick as you whine about how it tickles. “I’ve wanted this for so long, you have no idea.” Sophia sighs, biting down on your bottom lip, tugging at it till you moan, only ticking Sophia on further.
“Oh, trust me, I had all the ideas.” You snicker, giving her one last peck before you both hear a man wailing as he comes out of the restaurant. Sophia looks back, alerted. But it’s… Ethan.
“Oh, my god. Did you… did you kick him in the nuts?”
˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ pretty things rot slowly | sophia laforteza
݁ᛪ༙ synopsis sophia doesn’t know why she becomes obsessed with you. one random encounter turns into fascination, then dependence, then something frighteningly intense. the closer she gets to you, the more impossible it becomes to separate love from possession — and she slowly realizes she would rather destroy herself than lose you…
݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer obsessed! sophia laforteza x fem! reader, wlw, slowburn, obsession, jealousy, long story!
݁ᛪ༙ a/n have been watching obsession for the fourth times already so obviously i had to get inspired by it and write about my precious soph’— i need to see her in an horror movie asap
sophia first saw you at a party she almost didn’t attend
her roommate had spent twenty minutes convincing her to go as hard as possible
“you stay in your room like a vampire,” megan complained while fixing her eyeliner in the mirror. “please interact with society for once”
“i hate society”
“exactly why you need this”
the apartment downtown was crowded, overheated, and loud enough to make sophia regret coming almost immediately. people danced in cramped rooms beneath dim red lights while music rattled through the walls
then she saw you
you sat on the kitchen counter stealing chips from someone else’s bag while passionately arguing about horror movies
“you cannot tell me that movie was bad,” you said dramatically. “it was camp”
“camp doesn’t excuse terrible writing”
“it absolutely does”
you laughed afterward — loud, careless, completely unaware of the effect it had on her
sophia stared too long
not because you were the prettiest girl she’d ever seen
there was just something magnetic about you
something impossible to ignore
the rest of the night, her attention drifted back to you automatically no matter where she stood
the way you talked with your hands. the way you threw your head back while laughing. the silver rings on your fingers catching kitchen light
tiny details. meaningless details
but sophia’s brain treated them like something sacred
at 2:13 a.m., someone took a blurry group photo for social media
you barely appeared in the background
sophia stared at that picture for nearly an hour after getting home
zooming in. studying your face. feeling strangely unsettled
—
the next morning, she saw you again
campus café
gray hoodie. sleepy expression. waiting for coffee while scrolling through your phone
sophia stopped walking
it felt weirdly impossible
like the universe had repeated itself
you glanced at her briefly before looking away again, not recognizing her from the party
but sophia recognized you instantly
after that, she started noticing you everywhere
outside lecture halls. crossing campus lawns. sitting beneath trees with headphones on
by the end of the week, she knew your name from attendance in philosophy class
by the second week, she knew your coffee order
by the third, she realized she had started planning parts of her day around accidentally seeing you
that realization should’ve worried her more than it did
—
their first conversation happened outside the library in the rain
you rushed beneath the stone archway beside her, breathless and soaked
“oh my god,” you laughed. “i think this city is actively trying to kill me”
sophia looked up from her book slowly
up close, you were somehow worse
prettier. warmer. more real
“you’re in my philosophy class,” you said after a second
sophia’s stomach twisted unexpectedly
“you noticed?”
“you always sit near the window looking like you hate everyone”
“i usually do”
that made you laugh
sophia replayed the sound in her head all night afterward
—
after that, things changed quickly
you started talking after lectures
then walking together occasionally. then getting coffee
it became natural frighteningly fast
sophia learned your favorite films, your favorite songs, the fact you hated tomatoes but always forgot to ask for them removed from sandwiches
and she remembered everything
every detail. every offhand comment
it wasn’t intentional anymore
her mind simply held onto everything involving you automatically
“you pay weird attention to things,” you told her once while studying together
sophia looked up from her notes. “what things?”
“you remembered my coffee order after i mentioned it one time”
sophia shrugged casually despite the warmth crawling up her throat
“you’re easy to memorize”
you smiled at that
sophia thought about it for three days
—
the obsession grew quietly
slow enough that she could pretend it wasn’t happening
at first, it felt harmless
sh liked you. that was all
except normal people didn’t spend hours rereading old messages before sleeping
normal people didn’t check whether someone was online every fifteen minutes
normal people definitely didn’t walk past someone’s apartment building just because they hadn’t replied in a few hours
sophia did
and each time she promised herself she’d stop, the feelings only worsened
—
one night, the two of you stayed late in the campus library
most students had already left. rain tapped softly against the windows while yellow light spilled across scattered textbooks
you looked exhausted
“quiz tomorrow is going to kill me”
“you’ll survive”
“easy for you to say. you’re terrifyingly smart”
sophia snorted quietly
you stared at her suddenly
“what?”
“you know,” you said thoughtfully, “you’re actually funny sometimes”
“sometimes?”
“very rarely”
sophia rolled her eyes
you smiled softly at her afterward, and something painful bloomed inside her chest
because moments like this started feeling addictive. necessary
like she needed your attention to function properly
—
then came clara
sophia hated her instantly
not because clara was mean
because she touched your arm too much. because she flirted openly. because you laughed around her
at a party one friday night, sophia watched clara lean close and whisper something into your ear that made you grin
jealousy hit so violently sophia had to leave the room
she locked herself in the bathroom breathing hard over the sink. the reaction terrified her
because this wasn’t normal anymore
it wasn’t a crush. it felt pathological
—
you noticed her withdrawal afterward
“you’ve been weird lately,” you said during a walk home one evening
“i’m always weird”
“no, like…” You frowned slightly. “quiet weird”
sophia looked away
streetlights painted gold across the sidewalk while cold wind tangled through your hair
“you can tell me things, you know”
the softness in your voice nearly broke her
because if she told you the truth, you’d run
how could you not?
so instead she swallowed everything down until it hurt
“i just don’t like sharing people,” she admitted quietly
you laughed because you thought she was joking
sophia didn’t correct you
—
winter arrived slowly after that
and sophia’s obsession deepened into something frightening
her room filled subtly with traces of you
movie stubs from nights spent together. photos saved onto her phone. sticky notes filled with details she never wanted to forget. there was even a sweater you accidentally left at her apartment
sophia folded it carefully over her desk chair
then one night she put it on absentmindedly
it smelled faintly like your perfume
she nearly cried afterward from how overwhelming it felt
the breaking point came unexpectedly
you canceled plans one evening because you were busy helping friends
simple. normal
but sophia spent the entire night unraveling quietly
you took too long to reply
her thoughts spiraled immediately
were you bored of her? did you like someone else more? had she somehow ruined everything?
at nearly 2 a.m., unable to calm down, sophia walked past your apartment building
just once. just to reassure herself
your bedroom light glowed softly through the window
relief flooded her chest so intensely it made her feel sick
she stood across the street too long watching your silhouette move behind curtains
that was the moment she realized something was seriously wrong with her
and the horrifying part?
she still couldn’t stop
—
a week later, you invited her over for movie night
rain hammered softly against the windows while old horror films played quietly in the background
halfway through the second movie, you fell asleep against her shoulder
sophia froze instantly
your head rested against her neck, warm and heavy
breathing slow. trusting
sophia stopped hearing the movie entirely
all she could think was : don’t move. don’t ruin this
her hand hovered uncertainly before carefully brushing hair away from your face
you shifted slightly in your sleep and instinctively moved closer
sophia felt her heart physically ache
because she wanted this moment forever
she wanted you forever
and suddenly that realization didn’t feel romantic anymore
it felt dangerous
—
“you look at me strangely sometimes,” you murmured a few days later while sitting together in a café
sophia’s pulse jumped violently
“how?”
“like you’re trying to memorize me”
because she was. every second
you laughed afterward, brushing it off casually
but sophia couldn’t
not when you had unknowingly described her perfectly
—
then came the party that ruined everything
music thundered through crowded rooms while colored lights flashed across sweaty bodies
sophia arrived late and immediately searched for you automatically
then she saw you kissing someone
a random girl
quick. drunk. meaningless probably
but sophia felt something inside her snap instantly
the room blurred around her. her chest tightened painfully
all she could think about was someone else touching you
she left without saying goodbye
ignored your texts. ignored your calls
spent the entire night sitting on her bathroom floor trying to breathe through the jealousy poisoning her thoughts
at 3:42 a.m., another message appeared
“please talk to me”
sophia stared at the screen until tears blurred her vision unexpectedly
because none of this was your fault
you didn’t know
you couldn’t possibly understand that sophia loved you so intensely it had started consuming her entirely
—
the next evening, you showed up outside her apartment
worried. breathless
“sophia, what’s going on with you lately?”
she opened the door slowly
you stepped inside carefully. “did i do something wrong?”
no. that was the worst part
you had done absolutely nothing except exist
sophia laughed softly, exhausted
“you matter too much to me,” she whispered before she could stop herself
silence filled the room
you stared at her in confusion first
then realisation slowly flickered across your face
sophia prepared for disgust. for fear. for you leaving
instead, you stepped closer carefully
“you scare me sometimes,” you admitted quietly
pain flashed across sophia’s expression immediately
“but…” you hesitated before reaching for her hand. “i still came here”
sophia looked at you like someone standing at the edge of ruin
who needs oxygen when you have boobs in your mouth? ⊹₊ ⋆
ꢤꢆ back at it with the mommy milkers 🥛
description - your stepmom, wanda, has recently taken lactation pills as a favour to a friends baby whilst she’s away, but what happens when her friend’s trip is cancelled and she doesn’t need the favour anymore?
warnings - 18+, smut, stepmom!wanda, lactation, fingering, shy!reader, teasing, r first time, praise kink, soft dom wanda, sub reader, sweet wanda, kissing, slight aftercare, shitty description omg, lactation, lactation, did i mention lactation? lmk if i missed anything, my first full one shot, beware ;>
a/n - ok so i’m not too sure abt how the whole lactacion pill thing works and i tried searching shit up but it’s quite complicated and different for everyone i’m sure but im not that bothered abt accuracy it’s just a fantasy. the backstory is also kind of cliche but what other way is there to justify getting with your dad’s hot wife? 😂
thank you to my sweet sweet mootie @sparklejumprope13 for the title, it’s perfectly fitting <3
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it’s a warm summer evening. you’re sat in bed with your stepmom, wanda. her legs are splayed out as you sit between them, your back rested against her chest. soft rays of light pour into the room through the lace of the curtains, leaving floral patterns all over the walls. the beams land on your skin in little shapes, golden and toasty - making you sink further into her embrace.
her arms are wrapped around your waist, fingers splayed out on your shirt, softly rubbing the silky material and as she moves her hair tickles the back of your neck, causing you to wriggle a little in her grasp.
you’re watching a movie together - grease, one of your favourites. wanda isn’t particularly fond of musicals but she doesn’t care much, as long as she gets to spend time with her sweet girl.
it’s been nice, getting to spend time with wanda, getting to know her. she came into your life a little over three months ago and you were skeptical at first, because like so many of your dads past wives, they all stormed into your life with a motive, wanting to drain your dad of his life’s savings, then move on to the next rich prick. you couldn’t say you felt sorry for your dad, he was in-fact a prick, but every time one of his wives left it broke a little piece of you. you’d been so oblivious to their niceties and seemingly sweet gestures. every time you’d think, finally, finally you get to have the love you never had, the love you never felt you deserved - but every time, they’d leave like a thief in the night, taking a little piece of your heart with them. as you and wanda grew closer you’d often find yourself thinking that if she ever left you like they did, there’d be nothing left of you afterwards. you’d be a shell of broken pieces with no more love to accept.
it was scary, opening up to her about all of this, but she reassured you that she wasn’t like them. you chose to believe her one last time, and you’re once reclused self has now become chatty and open and vulnerable. you’re still deathly shy around her most of the time, but who can blame you when wanda looks the way she does - intimidatingly beautiful, pale green eyes and long auburn locks that shimmer in the rays of her bedroom where you both sit.
although you love the peace and serenity of relaxing with wanda, the moment is cut short when you hear a sharp inhale suck through her teeth. you turn your head and see her biting her lip, her hand pressed firmly into the skin of her thigh, trying to suppress whatever is causing her discomfort.
you sit up a little, thinking maybe your hurting her, but it doesn’t help, and another soft groan escapes her.
“are you okay, mommy?” you ask, tracing your fingers along the smooth skin on her legs in an attempt to relieve her. she shakes her head, wincing and cupping a hand on one of her breasts.
“ooouh - fuck,” she hisses, kneading her flesh. you sit, dumbfounded by whatever it is going on.
“sorry, sweetheart. mommy shouldn’t swear, but fuck-” she laughs acidicly. “it hurts.” her eyes close, like she’s trying to imagine anything other than the pain coursing through her veins. you sit and watch her fondle her breasts for a moment before the explanation to all of this shoots back into your memory. you remember her talking about a friend of hers who was going on a trip and wasn’t able to take her baby with her. she’d asked wanda to babysit for her and possibly cross feed because she didn’t want the baby on formula, for whatever reason you couldn’t remember - something about nutrients. wanda happily said she’d do it, but just a few days before the trip (after she’d already started on the lactation pills) her friend told her that it had been cancelled due to weather conditions.
wanda swore to herself to never do anything nice for anyone ever again after that. the pain is insurmountable, shooting through her flesh and making her stomach lurch.
“can i do anything to help?” you feel horrible, knowing she’s going through this for no reason and that there’s nothing she can do until the pills she took stop their effects.
“can you rub on mommy’s stomach please, baby?” the pills have also given her a number of side effects including cramps, and it makes her feel like a teenager who’s got their first period all over again.
you nod and she lifts her shirt up a little. you press your hand into her warm skin, slowly massaging the area with little dips of your fingers. she smiles through her pain at your efforts, reaching her hand out to smooth over your hair. “just a little more pressure, sweetheart,” she says, still moulding her breasts over her thin shirt.
you try your best to add pressure, but touching her like this feels weirdly intimate, especially when she has that contorted look on her face, and soft little whimpers spill from her mouth. you don’t want to overstep or end up hurting her.
“here,” she says, reaching out and patting your hand. “how about we switch, hm? you massage mommy’s boobs instead?” your lips part for a second before you realise and you quickly close your mouth, nervously rubbing the back of your neck. “a-are you sure?”
“of course, baby. mommy just needs a little more firmness on her tummy.” she connects her thumb and index fingers together as she speaks.
you don’t quite catch the coy smirk she lets her lips break in to for just a second, too busy not being able to look her in the eyes whilst you nod your head in agreement.
she straightens her face when you look up and gives you a tender smile instead, taking your hand and guiding you to her cloth covered breast. you lay your hand flat on the surface, too scared to move, to do anything. “go on sweetheart, help mommy feel better.”
it’s squishy and warm as you squeeze and you feel them spilling out of her bra underneath her shirt - the overgrowth of milk clearly making it too small for her. you begin lightly massaging, hands pressing in a clawing motion against her tits. “like this, mommy?”
she sighs, tipping her head back at your touch. “yeah, baby, oooh - that’s it,” she moans softly, placing her own hand on her stomach and pressing hard at the tightening pressure on her pelvis.
you massage for a few more minutes and it seems as though some of wanda’s pain has been alleviated. her eyes are closed and she breathes in long stretches as you work. you can’t say the idea of groping your mommy’s tits isn’t making your underwear just a little damp, and you try not to squirm every time she softly mewls, but it’s gets frustratingly harder with each passing minute.
even more so when you start to feel a slight wetness on her shirt. it settles on your palms, warm and slightly tinted. you pause, looking up at her. but she doesn’t seem to notice, too encapsulated in her meditative state.
the liquid flows a bit more freely now, darkening the patch of her shirt around where her nipples are. “m-mommy?” your fingers stop their motions on her boobs and her eyes flutter open. she sees you staring at your hand, unsure of what to do with the liquid that has accumulated there.
“oh, detka.” she coos, stroking your temple. “can you go and get mommy’s pump, please?”
you nod and she tells you it’s in one of her bedside table drawers. you stand up shakily, though you’re not sure why. your head seems to feel a little fluttery and you feel a slight jolt in your abdomen. a feeling that gets worse as you watch wanda lift her shirt up, revealing only a thin bra that has become almost transparent around her nipples.
you instantly look away, focusing on the task at hand. get her pump. you reach down to the bottom drawer of her nightstand and open it, fetching the item and walk back to the bed, almost antagonisingly slow.
you pass her the item and sit down next to her awkwardly, not knowing what to do with yourself. and if that wasn’t already hard enough, she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, scrunching it up into a ball and aiming at the laundry basket a few feet away.
you turn away as soon as your eyes come into contact with her breasts, wanting to be respectful, not because you’re afraid of ogling her - no, never that.
“it’s okay, sweetheart,” she giggles. “you can look.”
you turn back around, smiling sheepishly and taking her in. they’re full, almost swollen, her nipples hardening as they come into contact with the fresh, cool, summer air. your cheeks turn pink and you try your best to look at her pretty face, but it feels like they’re staring right at you.
“you okay, bunny?” she snaps you out of your thoughts. you clear your throat and give her an unbelievable smile. “yes.”
she’s just about done fiddling with the pump and attaches the flange on to her nipple. she breathes, thinking she’s about to get a relief from all this, but the suction seems to not be working. she checks the tubing and assembly, not understanding what the problem is.
she tries once more and the suction fails again. she cups one of her boobs as an achy cramp suddenly attacks. “mmh,” she whimpers - unintentionally, or not, gripping one of your thighs.
you wouldn’t say you like seeing your mommy in pain, but the sounds she makes and the hold on your thigh is making quite the mess of your panties - much so that if she moved her hand one inch closer she’d for sure feel the stickiness coating your groin area.
“baby…” wanda whispers, her thumb making little circles on your thigh. “w-would you mind?” she asks, her words slow and drifting into the air. you catch them before they dissipate and your eyes widen involuntarily.
you know she really wouldn’t ask if she didn’t have any other option and the thought of her nipples in your mouth doesn’t seem like a bad thing, so why are you so nervous?
you stare into space, and she anxiously waits for your answer, hoping to get it sooner rather than later. “please, sweetheart…mommy hurts.” she winces, fingering her exposed, tender nipples. her words have you instantly obliging, nodding your head vigorously like that alone will stop her pain.
“yeah?” she waits for your confirmation, her tensed muscles finally relaxing a little.
“yeah,” you echo, your skin prickling with warmth.
“come here, sweetheart.” wanda opens her arms, gesturing for you to sit sideways on her lap. once you’re comfortable she kisses your forehead and rests her hand on the side of your thigh. you find it a little hard to breathe now that you’re close up to her - her breasts mere inches away from your face, dripping milk down onto her stomach. “go head, baby,” she coaxes, stroking your thigh.
you glance at her face once more and she softly smiles, all the extra reassurance you need to lean forward and wrap your lips around her nipple.
she sighs as you slowly suckle, letting her shoulders sink fully into their natural state. you hum and relax your tongue around her as the sweet, thin liquid flows into your mouth. it doesn’t taste like you expected, you somehow thought it’d be bitter, but it’s almost got a vanilla kind of tinge to it.
“mmh…good girl,” she murmurs, her fingers slow and soothing on your thigh, and a pulse of heat rushes straight to your core. your legs squirm slightly underneath her touch and you apply more pressure, suckling as the milk caresses your stomach lining.
wanda guides one of your hands to her other boob, placing it there and squeezing your fingers. you let out a low squeak as you massage, feeling the tiny milk droplets leak out of her nipple with each touch. “such a helpful little girl,” she says, moaning softly when you gently pinch her erect bud.
your sleep shorts seem to grow wetter just as fast as the milk seeps into your mouth. you don’t mean to have these reactions, but this whole situation feels like a fever dream, just not one you’d ever want to wake up from - it has your thoughts feeling blurry and your tummy feeling all funny. you press your free hand just above your panty line, willing the delightful ache away, but it doesn’t seem to work.
once the boob your undivided attention is on starts feeling a little empty, wanda sits you up and places you on the side of her other one. you don’t waste any time, latching on to her trickling nipple and shutting your eyes closed. she puts her hand back on your thigh, letting her fingertips dance up and down your skin. her lips widen as she sees just how much your enjoying it and she fights to hold back a moan when you accidentally bite her nipple, eager and hungry like you haven’t had a bite of food in days. you smile bashfully, an apologetic expression on your face.
“you like that, baby?” she grins, deep down wanting you to do it again. you just nod in response, irrationally afraid of what might happen if you let go for one second.
her fingertips trail up towards your stomach, she can’t seem to keep her hands to herself. she rubs the area with her palm, feeling your stomach bloat as it fills with liquid, the rising and dropping as you breathe accentuating the effect. “mommy loves your little tummy, sweetheart.” she presses a little harder, your stomach making little gurgling noises as you digest her milk.
you whimper, pursing your lips around her, forcing your legs shut as you squirm in her lap. wanda coos, kissing your cheeks and pushing harder against your stomach.
“poor baby.” she lowers her hands, trailing down towards your inner thighs. when you realise where she’s headed your brows pinch, and you gaze up at her, all doe eyed and fuzzy headed. she doesn’t say a word, her face motionless, just making it seem like innocent little touches. you almost believe it, but then you feel your shorts being pulled to the side and two fingers teasing you over your panties. you unlatch from her nipple, a sharp gasp squeezing out from your throat. “m-mommy?”
“keep suckling, baby - that’s it,” she mutters, gently pushing your mouth back onto her breast. her nails lightly graze your clit and you pule as she spreads your legs so that she can gain better access.
she flexes her fingers over your panties, slowly collecting all your dampness on her skin. “mommy felt how wet your sleep shorts were while you were drinking her milk, bunny,” she almost sings, gasping without a single ounce of shock at the wetness coating her fingers.
you find it hard to stay still, your legs writhing at her touch and your lips quivering around her nipple, making little drops of the white liquid drip out from your mouth. she neatly wipes the spilt milk off of your chin, kissing the corner of your mouth in the process. “was it making your insides all funny, hm? - sucking on mommy’s boobies.”
your hips buck at her words, making you flustered and hot within seconds - the teasing of her fingers on your pussy isn’t helping at all. “mhm…” is all you can manage with the sweltering heat attacking your core.
she pushes your panties to the side, running her fingers up your folds. “mm, i bet, honey.” she spreads them open, pressing a finger on your clit and rubbing in slow circles, and you let out a strained moan, burrowing your face in the side of her boob. “ohh, baby - does that feel good?”
you nod, whimpering into her skin as she increases the intensity, making your skin tingle and shiver. “fff- mommy,” you whine, popping her nipple back into your mouth and sucking eagerly, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. she moans inaudibly, her fingers slowing on your clit as she gathers herself before picking their pace back up and overwhelming your senses.
“such a pretty girl,” she says, smiling as if she’d just won the lottery and inching her fingers closer to your dripping hole. “say it for me, princess - tell mommy you’re her pretty girl.” she circles her fingers around your entrance, letting your slickness wrap around them like lube.
“‘m your pretty girl, mommy,” you mumble around her nipple, and it satisfies her enough so that she sticks her fingers inside your pussy, curling them slightly upwards and pounding them into you.
your hands clutch at her own as she fucks her fingers inside you, clawing and pulling involuntarily as your mind tries to keep up with your body. “shhh, i’ve got you. yeah, you’re doing such a good job…taking it so well.”
you suck lazily on her boob, milk dribbling down your chin and chest. wanda’s free hand rests on your stomach, pressing down like before, making you wriggle and press your hips up further into her touch, seeking what your body cannot handle.
you exhale sharply when she curls her fingers some more. her own hips start to lightly buck up against your thigh, the sight of your tired pussy being finger fucked and the feeling of your walls clenching around them making her insatiably aroused.
you feel her weak attempt at humping against you, the fabric of her pants and the position you’re in a useless barrier - you can tell how frustrated and pent up she is and it only causes your orgasm to draw closer. “god, sweetheart…you’re making mommy so wet,” she mewls, fucking her fingers deeper into your hole.
“‘m so close, mommy,” you cry out, your eyes glistening with unshed tears as you suckle on the remainder of what’s left in her boobs. the pressure on your cervix leaves you a whiny, disheveled mess, biting down hungrily on her nipples, needing more.
wanda groans, tilting your chin up and kissing your mouth - wet and sloppy and without any rhythm, struggling to keep her cool. her tongue rasps against yours and you noisily whimper into her mouth, the sounds vibrating against her oesophagus.
she teasingly presses harder on your stomach, knowing that will end up being your demise. you feel a knot of heaviness in your bladder and clutch at your mommy’s hands again, trying but failing to pry them off. “come for me, angel…come for mommy.”
you moan inaudibly one last time before your legs squeeze together and shake violently as your pussy contracts around her fingers and you reach your peak, a stream of pleasure washing over you.
“that’s it, baby.” wanda soothes, wrapping her arms around you while your body stiffens and your vision blurs. “soo pretty when you come.” she pulls her fingers out of you slowly then sticks them in her mouth, humming at the taste of you.
you whine, laying in the pleasure of your first orgasm for a moment, then press your face into her chest, ineptly sucking on the skin of her breast.
“shhh, mommy’s got you,” she whispers into your hairline, stroking up and down your backside. “such a good girl…”
she sits you on her lap, your legs straddling her. she looks down at your dazed expression and pouts at how soft and blissed out you look. it’s adorable, and she can’t resist pressing tiny little kisses all over your face.
you giggle, trying to shield yourself but she just pulls your hands away. “mm mm, i don’t think so” she teases, peppering your face even more and feeling her lips get warmer as you flush at her touch. “there’s my sweet girl.”
she softens, pulling you back against her chest and cradling you gently in her arms. “i love you, sweetheart,” she murmurs, petting your hair.
you bury your face deeper into her chest, drunk on love and affection - your mouth finds its way back to her nipple and you suckle until you no longer feel the sunlight on your back.
Summary: For two years, you’ve been working two jobs just to afford rent and tuition after leaving home at eighteen. Finally, after surviving community college, you’re a junior in university. But with a mandatory internship required to graduate, you stumble into the corporate world of Romanoff-Maximoff Global, where you’re determined to keep your head down and struggle on your own, just as you have become accustomed to. How will Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff teach you how to choose yourself?
Warnings/Tags: Financial struggles, past emotional/psychological abuse, slow burn, high-functioning anxiety, religious trauma, corporate/university setting, unsafe living environment, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, dom/sub, mommy kink
Chapters:
What is Success?
Fruit Snack
Polo
How Do You Explain That?
Smartie
Cotton
Fuzzy
AO3 Longer chapters (7.5k+ words) will only be posted on AO3 after chapter 3.
A/N: thank you to the readers who gave feedback on the first chapter. it gave me the push to commit to this series 🥰
