Hi, loves! I haven't been posting here much. Iâve always been just a quiet liker and reposter, with a few works here and there. But now that I have posted an ongoing series, I'm forcing myself to post so Iâm obliged to update. I also want to introduce myself to the new and old followers, as this is my first about me post!
Anyways, the name is Juno! Get to know me:
âËŕż 22 years old ⊠libra ⊠working girl (which is why please be patient with me and my erratic posting schedule!)
âËŕż she/they ⊠futch (i like to think so) ⊠asian
okay cockdrunk!reader with g!pdani while reader's riding dani đ
nah cause you'll be begging to ride her and dani, probably doing some type of work on her computer, let's you sit on her lap and cockwarm her. Daniela tells you that if you sit still for the remainder of her work she'll let you ride her for as long as she wants and surprisingly you're obedient. It takes her like 30-ish minutes before she tells you to get off and ride her on her bed. Once you hear her give you the okay you riding her like it's the last thing you'll ever do. She tells you how you were so good for her and that she'll let you ride her any time you want to and you hold her to that. Daniela cums in you like 3 times before she's all fucked out âšď¸ but you continue to ride her cause you're so drunk on her cock, feeling so full and so good just grinding on top of her. she finally calls out that she's sore and that she can't take anymore so you get off of her and clean her up, telling her thank you and that you love her and all that mushy shit :)
Pairing:Â Pervy Prison Guard! Natasha Romanoff x Innocent Fem! Reader
Summary:After being framed and sent to prison, one guard takes an interest in you and offers you protection from other inmates, of course with a catch.
⼠Smut & Angst.
Warnings: Slightly Rough Smut, Natasha has a penis, Mentions of Murder, Drugs & Physical Violence, Mentions of Masturbation, Slight Degradation, Oral (both receiving), Nipple play, Unprotected Sex, Loss of Virginity | 2.8K
Never in a million years did you think you'd be in a prison cell crying yourself to sleep every night. Nobody believed you, that you didn't commit the murder you were framed for and now here you were, in a cell with your cell mate on the top bunk snoring loud enough to drain out your sobs. The nights were harder than the day, you felt more alone at night and too scared to fall asleep.Â
The other women took a liking to you but not in the way you hoped. You were fresh meat, somebody they would use to get drugs into the prison to save their own backsides from being caught, the newbie they could throw around and get to do anything they wanted because you didn't want to get hurt. You just wanted to stick to yourself and serve your sentence while trying your best to clear your name from the inside.Â
It had only been a month since you arrived, and things were only getting harder. You've been beaten one too many times already, just the women's way of 'welcoming' you to the unit and who to be scared of and for them, it worked. You never left your cell unless you knew there were guards walking the halls or you were forced too by them, but there was one guard that seemed to take an extra liking to you.Â
Miss Romanoff. Probably the only guard that was kind, all the others had this front about them but it was a prison, nobody was supposed to be nice. Miss Romanoff began standing close by your cell and everywhere you looked she was there. What you weren't aware of was the hidden camera in the showers that gave the guard the perfect view of you in every single inch. When she went home, she'd watch the playbacks of you in the shower, washing your body with the crappy soup you were given, watching the way you moved your hands all around your body while she stroked her cock just wishing she could take you right there.Â
Each morning after breakfast, inmates were allowed to call their loved ones for 30 minutes, all but you as it seemed. As you were lining up, other inmates pushed in front, pushing you further and further to the back of the line until you eventually snapped.Â
"Hey! the back of the line" you spat at one of the inmates who turned to face you and chuckled, "Does it look like I give a fuck where the back of the line is?" she replied, shoving you harshly into the cold, brick wall as she laughed at you.Â
"I mean it! You guys do this shit to be every fucking day, I've had enough!"Â
"Check this out, the newbie has had enough guys!" the criminal laughed once more before shoving you once again, this time harder. You knew your next move wasn't a good idea but you're only human who could take so much. You pushed yourself off the wall and lunged at the inmate, punching her in the face before you had realized what you'd done. "You stupid, stupid BITCH!" the woman spat before lunging at you with her fist ready to return the punch you had just delivered her.
You closed your eyes and prepared yourself for the harm you were in but to your surprise the woman's fist was caught by a guard. "Get back to your units, all of you! Call time is off!" Miss Romanoff announced, the room erupted with groans as the woman spat insults to you on their way out, some kicking the wall to show their anger.Â
"You're dead meat, newbie!" one woman whispered as she walked by you.Â
You sighed and turned on your heels to walk out, only to be stopped by the guard. "Not you, Y/n. You're coming with me" she said, gently taking you by the arm and giving you a light push to continue walking.
To the others, it looked like you were in trouble and on your way to 'the box'. A cell of isolation, no contact with anybody but staff, no outside time, nothing. Just you in a cell for as long as they wanted.
"Miss, I'm sorry. I got angry and I shouldn't have punched her" you spoke, trying not to breakdown in the hands of the guard. "After you" she opened the door to a room you'd never seen before, hesitantly you stepped foot in the room before the red headed guard closed the door behind you both. "W-what is happening?" you asked in a scared tone. Nobody was allowed in the boiler room, not even staff unless authorized.Â
"We're going to have a little chat" she smiled softly, making you both walk a little further away from the door. "I..I p-promise I won't do it again, please don't hurt me" you begged, scared that the woman was going to beat you like you'd heard many times on the news that prison guards would sometimes beat inmates when they were out of line.Â
"Shh, darling. I'm not going to hurt you, like I said, we're just going to have a little chat" she replied before you both came to a stop, completely out of view if anybody were to come into the room. "You're new here, I know but you shouldn't be getting yourself into situations like that. The inmates here won't hold back on killing you over something tiny like what just happened" Miss Romanoff explained.Â
"IâŚI know, I j-just got so sick of the bullshit they do to me every day" you admitted with a sigh, "Again, I'm really sorry" you added.Â
"I can protect you" Miss Romanoff brushed off your apology, "I can make sure they don't hurt you, I'll keep you safe" she added.Â
"You'd do that? B-but isn't that a bad thing? I mean, w-would they come after me even more than they are?" You looked at the guard with nothing but fear in your eyes.Â
"I've been working here for years, and I've seen many scared women like you come and go, some only make it out in a body bag. You saw how quicky those inmates listened to me, doesn't that not show you that I can handle them?"Â
She had a point and just the thought of having somebody looking out for you suddenly made this place seem a little more bearable. You nodded, "but why bring me here?" you asked. The guard chuckled, "because the number one rule in prison is you never do anything without giving something in return" she explained with a light smirk before she gently grabbed your hand and placed it over her bulge, "I'll look after you, if you look after me" she spoke as your eyes dropped to your hand on her clothed bulge.Â
"I..I" you stuttered as you slowly looked up at her, "I'veâŚn-never" you paused, looking away with embarrassment. Natasha smiled softly before guiding you to look at her with her thumb. "Baby, have you never had sex before?" she asked, your checks went red as you nodded slowly. "It's okay baby, we'll have fun. Now, how about you be a good girl for me and get on your knees. You're going to learn how to suck my cock real good and I'll make sure you're out of harm's way" she smiled before gently pushing you to your knees.Â
Natasha unbuckled her pants, letting them fall to her knees. You could see she was already semi hard, her cock just begging to be released. "It's okay sweet baby, don't scared" she looked down at you, giving you the okay to pull her boxers down and finally freeing her cock. She was bigger than you pictured just seconds before as she pulsed in front of you, you slowly looked up at her and swallowed the lump in your throat. "I d-don't think I can make it f-fit" you stutter once more, hoping not to disappoint the guard.
"I'll guide you, now open that pretty mouth for me" she instructed. You did as told and allowed the woman of power to slide her member inside your mouth before her hands landed on your eat to guide you to start moving. Natasha moaned at the warmth of your mouth wrapped around her, she told you to swirl your tongue around her as she began to thrust her hips forward, making you take her down the back of your throat, gagging for air.Â
"That's it baby, gag on my cock just like that" she moaned, throwing her head back as you wrapped a hand around at base of her cock with a tiny boost of confidence which made Natasha smirk, "good girl, you're getting the idea now" she commented as you began to stoke her cock she left go of your head and let you suck her off at your own will.Â
Moans and groans left the guards lips as you grew more confident sucking her off, taking her down your throat at your own will now. "Fuck baby, I'm going to cum!" she looked down at you, noticing how you had your free hand down your pants, she smirked. "Take your shirt off baby, I want to cum all over your pretty tits" she instructed. With need, you had your shirt off and threw to the side and unclasped your bra. "They're so much prettier in person, fuck" Natasha basically drooled at the sight of you.Â
"W-what?" you asked, freezing all actions as you looked up at her.Â
"Oh come on baby, you don't think I haven't been protecting you since the day you came in here? I've had eyes on you every single day, everywhere" she admitted and if you weren't already so easily turned on by her moans earlier, you would've blown up at the thought of a stranger watching you. "Don't go shy on me now, I've seen how you play with yourself in the shower when everybody has left the room" Her comment made your cheeks go red once more as you looked away from the woman.Â
"I heard the name you moaned once too" she added, catching your attention again. Once, by accident you moaned Miss Romanoff's name as you rubbed your clit in the shower, you were as shamed of it but never thought she knew about it. "I'm s-sorry, I just, I mean, it was an accident" you tried to make the excuse.Â
"Shhh, I don't care about your excuses" she grabbed your head, forcing your mouth back around her cock. You could feel her twitching as you sucked her harder than moments before. "I knew you were a needy little slut, stop, I'm gonna cum!" she took her cock out of your mouth and jerked herself off for a few short seconds before you felt warm spurts of her cum landing on your chest, moans leaving her lips as she continued to unload herself on your bare chest.Â
"Stand up, it's your turn" she smirked as she gently stroked herself. You stood up and pressed your back against the cold, hard wall as Natasha got on her knees in front of you, pulling your prison colored pants down with her. "Mmm, tell me you want this" she looked up at you after seeing the wet patch on your panties. You couldn't help but nod with need, unsure of what exactly you were agreeing to.Â
Natasha pushed your legs apart slightly before pulling your panties down to your ankles, "you're so wet baby" she commented before brushing her thumb over your exposed clit. You moaned at her touch, you've never been touched before, and it felt so much better then when you'd touched yourself.Â
"Please" you begged with soft eyes as you looked down at the red head, she smirked as she looked up at you. "Tell me what you want, say it" she demanded but you were too shy to say the words as you shook your head. "I can't" you replied.Â
"Say it" she repeated, this time she started to pull your panties back up.Â
"Please!" you begged again, "pleaseâŚfu-fuck me"
Natasha smirked once more, "good girl" she commented before she placed one of your legs over her shoulder and dived into your pussy. Licking a long stripe up to your clit as you moaned once again, your hands finding her head and gently pushing her forward for more. You both knew you didn't have a lot of time for Natasha to take her time with you like she would've loved too, she ate you with hunger and need, giving you feelings, you didn't even know existed as she turned you into a moaning mess, begging her to keep going.Â
"I th-think I'm going to cum!" you moaned, unsure as you were never truly able to make yourself cum.Â
"Cum for me baby" Natasha looked up at you as you threw your head back once more before letting your orgasm take over your body, letting the woman's tongue taste even more of your sweetness. "Oh god!" you moaned as the woman helped you ride out your high while tweaking your hardened nipples.Â
"That was better than I expected" you admitted when the woman rose back to her feet. "We're not done yet baby" Natasha took off her jacket and placed it on the ground, "on your hands and knees, I need to feel you cum around my cock" she looked back at you.Â
"I don't think that's going to fit!" you replied as your eyes dropped to her hard on.Â
"I think it will" she nodded for you to get on the ground.Â
Natasha settled behind you, kissed down your spine as she rubbed the tip of her cock against your clit, making you moan once more. "It's going to hurt, please don't" you looked back at her with concern. "Only for a few minutes baby, don't worry, it'll feel good after, I promise" she assured you as she lined herself up with your wet pussy, "let me know when you're ready" she added. It only took a few minutes for you to remember the times when you were at home with a vibrator wishing you had a dildo to stuff inside you for that extra pleasure, you looked back at the guard "fuck me, please!" you begged while Natasha smirked as she slowly entered you.Â
Your fists gripped her jacket hard as the burning pain rushed through you, Natasha stopped when she bottomed out, "you're so fucking tight baby, let me know when I can move, okay?" she lent down and kissed the back of your shoulder for comfort. After a new minute, you were comfortable enough for the guard to start giving you what you wanted.Â
Natasha started thrusting slowly, letting you adjust to the feeling of having her inside you as you moaned, she grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you up against her. "You're mine now" she whispered before she began to fuck into you harder, moaning at the way you clenched around her.Â
You were lucky the boiler room was naturally loud enough to cover the sounds of Natasha's thighs slapping against you and your moans begging her to fucking you harder. "God baby! Keep clenching me like that and I'll cum!" she commented as you were close to your orgasm. "D-don't cum inside me! Fuck! Just keep going!" You moaned. Natasha's grip on your hips was sure to leave a mark by the next day but you didn't care, as long as she kept fucking you with this hunger she had, you'd let her do anything.Â
With one hand, Natasha reached for your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as you did your best to cover your screams as you came around her cock, "fuck!! It's too much!!" you moaned as the woman kept fucking you, chuckling at your state. "You can cum for me baby" she commented as she continued to hit that one spot that made your eyes roll back, "'s too much!" You moaned once again before you realized you were cumming once again, almost numb from the overstimulation.Â
Natasha pulled out quickly before unloading on your lower back, "God baby!" she moaned while you gently allowed yourself to lay completely flat on her jacket, completely fucked out. The woman laid down next to you as she caught her breath, "they won't bother you again, I'll make sure of it" she looked to you.Â
You nodded, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep but she had to return you to your unit before headcount. "I would usually look after you, but I can't, not here. I'll take you back to your cell and you can get your things then I'll take you to the showers and you can have one without anybody coming in" she added, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. "Thank you, Miss Romanoff" you smiled tiredly.Â
"When nobody's around, call me Natasha" she replied.
how do you think the kats would react to their gf being a brat??
omg. let's go down the list shall we đ¤
MANON-
when you're acting up she'll put you in your place immediately. doesn't even matter if yall are by yourselves or out with people, if you're gonna give her any type of attitude expect the feelings to be mutual. imagine you guys are out with everyone else but you're tired and need to charge your social battery. so you tell manon that you wanna go home and she's like no theyre having a good time and stuff and you just keep bugging her about it until her patience with you reaches zero and she brings you to a corner of the room, squeezes your face to look at her properly, and tells you to shut up before she makes you. it's a subtle thing she does and you two walk back to the rest of the group like nothing even happened. most of the time you'll behave and end up getting a reward for being a "good girl" at the end of the night but if you don't oooooooooo you're in huge trouble. you've learned too many times from similar experiences what happens when you continue to misbehave but sometimes you just be a brat so you have an excuse to take manon's punishments đ
SOPHIA-
oh when you're a brat it's the worst around sophia đŤ she's so torturous about it. if you start acting up she's gonna act like she doesn't fucking care at ALL. like you'll be complaining about not being able to get something and she'll completely ignore you. and when you try to push her buttons further she still wouldn't say anything. but once you guys are alone together, she forces you to get on the bed and start fucking yourself. she lays next to you and watches but never touches you, even when you try to reach for her, she just backs away. as you continue she says things like "where was this obedience earlier, baby?" or "so now you wanna act all good?" but at the end she never lets you cum. she keeps edging and edging to the point where you're so overstimulated you start seeing stars. if you want to reach your climax you have to get on your knees and beg her but most of the time when she tells you, you're legs are already giving out from the constant edging, so you can't even do that and she leaves you on hanging on the bed, crying because you can't reach your orgasm.
DANIELA-
daniela is ultimate brat tamer. let's say you're with megan right and you're outwardly flirting with her. daniela know the whole routine already cause you've done this so many times already, but with MEGAN of all people?? yknow, one of her best friends??? oh yeah, this one made her pissed off. the second you guys are alone in your room she immediately makes you get on the bed, undress, and (depending g!p or w/ a strap) she starts to pound away at you. she gets so possessive when she's jealous but you get so needy even though you were purposefully trying to make her jealous. she keeps asking who you belong to and whenever you don't immediately respond with either "you" "dani" "mami" she pulls out and edges you. and whenever she does you get even more impatient and start whining and complaining. this particular time with megan you went a little too far and said "megan would've had me cumming so fast." ...yeah it got crazy after that. i'll spare the details, maybe i'll write this one into reality, but let's just say you learned your lesson and could not walk for days.
LARA-
see the thing is lara is also lowk a brat, so if you're a brat she'll act like one back. examples would be like she'll constantly mock you when throwing your fits or ignore you when you want something. eventually you couldn't take it and one day when you were being REALLY needy you asked her to just fuck you but since you were being rude about it she told you to just fuck yourself. you don't really know what to say as she just stands there, arms crossed. after seconds more she raises her eyebrows and says "well i'm waiting..." and so you just obey her. she watxhes as you lie down, strip yourself from your bottoms, and plunge two fingers deep in your wet hole. she watches standing in front of the bed and you keep eye contact with her the whole time. you start to beg for her to help her out or let you cum and you keep getting met with the answrr "no" so you're just there all sprawled out until lara decides it time to give you some satisfaction and goes down on you.
MEGAN-
megan is a tough one to decipher im ngl. but i expect a situation to go like this; you and megan are out for dinner and the waitress is really nice.. a little too nice. you know how megan gets when she's jelous so you go along with the girls flirting and whatnot, pretending it's all harmless. megan is staring daggers at the both of you. she watches every songle reaction but remains calm because she doesn't think you're doing anything much. but the second she saw you quickly glance at her with a smirk, that's when she knew what you were planning. she immediately interrupts the conversation you two were having to get the check and the second she pays it, she's dragging you to the back of her car to tease tf outta you. you're on her lap as her long fingers are plunged into you. she'll be denying your orgasm for minutes asking if you'll be a good girl for her and finally through moans and whimpers you say you will and she let's you cum. she's cooing you and you're apologizing for making her jelous but she reassures you it'll be okay just as long as you won't do it again (spoiler alert, you will)
how would each g!p legal kats member respond to you asking to come inside??????????
(also can i be đŹ anon? love your fics take care :3)
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hi welcome đŹ anon!! thank you for your kind words :3 alright then, let's get down to it.
MANON-
hmo, manon is the ultimate service top. like youre on top of her grinding down on her cock, her hands guiding your hips. you guys have been going at it for a bit now but manon has yet to cum since she's waiting for you to tell her to. it isn't until you feel her member twitch inside you when you start telling her that she's allowed to cum. She nods about to guide you off her when you grab her wrist with one hand and cup her neck with the other telling her "you're gonna fucking cum inside me" she whimpers and with one final grind both of you are cumming hard.
SOPHIA-
you guys are fucking, it's late at your apartment, you kicked your roommate out for the night cause you knew how much noise the both of you were gonna make. sophia's on top of you holding you close. this is the first time yall were doing it w/o a condom (your excuse was you felt lazy to buy some but in reality you've been wanting this for a while now) sophia feels her climax reaching her so she begins to sit up, ready to pull out until you grasp her back in again and start begging for her to cum inside. she's thrown off guard for a second and her hips stutter. you notice her change in behavior and you start apologizing and that she doesn't have to and it was stupid. but then her hips start going again at an insane pace. she starts babbling about how good you feel and how you're gonna have her babies and you both are a crying, whiney mess when you both cum at the same time.
DANIELA-
dani is insane when it comes to sex. the only thing that was holding her back was not getting the permission to come inside you. you guys are going at it doggy style ofc cause dani is the queen of backshots. she's pounding against you and she announces she's close. she slows her hips read to pull out and cum all over your back until you blurt out for her to cum inside you. like a light bulb she's relentlessly going at it talking about how she's gonna fill you up so good and that she's gonna put a baby inside you and you're gonna take it like a good slut. the last part was the thing that got you squirting everywhere and daniela cums so hard her legs give out and she accidentally falls on top of you. but she's still inside so the new angle makes her cum even deeper than anticipated so immediately you start thanking whoever could listen that you're on birth control.
LARA-
the girl is so caring during sex i cant like i love this girl sm đ she's going at the perfect pace and she praises you theoughout the whole thing talking about how you take her so well and that youre her darling angel. you start whimpering as your close and babbling something inaudible and when she asks politely for you to speak up youre whining about how you want her to cum inside you. she slows her hips for a second and asks for solid confirmation that that's what you aant and you nod so fast you feel like you're on a rollercoaster. she starts her normal pace again, gradually getting faster, as you both approach your climax. she rubs circles on your swollen clit and thats what makes you cum. then shortly after she does too.
MEGAN-
this poor puppy i know for a fact that she's always begging to cum inside you but you never gave in cause you love to see her suffer on top of you. when you guys are cuddling she's always rutting up against you talking about how she'd love to cum inside you just once :( one night you guys were going at it and megan was a whimpering mess and looking so good on top you, face all flushed and baby hairs sticking to her forehead. she feels herself getting close and she's just begging to cum. you tell her to hold it so that you both can cum together and if there was a competition for holding in an orgasm, megan would've sweeped. a couple more minutes of megan begging and you feel the dam about to break. you give megan the okay to cum inside her and like an obedient little puppy she follows you command immediately and shoots a huge load inside of you. you moan and cum with her and you feel so full at the end of it. when she pulls out your pussy is gushing and megan goes into a fucking spiral, practically crying at how good it felt.
summary: after hearing that someone's been flirting with wanda, you start questioning your place in her life. luckily, your relationship is one of the main things she's secure in.
warnings: mentions of dom/sub dynamics; allusions to sex but no smut yet; jealousy + insecurity; legal nonspecified age-gap; sugarmommy!wanda deserves her own warning tbh
wordcount: 2.2k
a/n: HI SO, i very randomly decided to make what was supposed to be a solo fic into a series so...this is the unofficial first part. don't get impatient with me, next part will be full smut, i got too attached to the story to rush a smut scene here. i think this is my first official wanda fic so i'm very excited to see how this goes. let me know your thoughts, hope you enjoy <3
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You're not entirely sure how you ended up in this situation.
One day, you were a broke college student, barely hanging on by your teeth and the next, you were Wanda Maximoff's newest obsession. Everyone and their mom knew about the CEO, about the rumors that followed her wherever she went. She was rich, ruthless, dedicated in a way no one could match. She was a force to be reckoned with but most of allâŚshe was your sugar mommy.
You wish you could say it had all been accidental, coincidental even. But it wasn't. At least, not fully.
A few months ago, your best friend had talked you into going out to a club with her. Kate was many things, mainly economically stable and with far more connections than a normal 22-year-old should have. Of course, that was due more to her mother than the brunette's charming personality.
You didn't fully understand why she was so adamant about acting like she wasn't a rich kid. Or rather, a privileged rich kid. It was refreshing, but it was a little hysterical considering she pretty much relied on her mother's riches forâŚeverything.
Still, you appreciated how down to earth she was. Even when she dragged you into a ridiculously crowded club with drinks you couldn't afford. She didn't seem to mind, though, considering the ease with which she handed the bartender her credit card.
You hadn't expected anything interesting to happen that night. You assumed all you'd really do was get drunk and babysit Kate so she didn't run her mouth and get into a fight with the sleazy guys that always found their way to you.
Fate had other plans for you, it seemed, because Wanda Maximoff was there that night. And she was instantly drawn to youâŚand the way you slapped a sleazy guy for blatantly placing his hand on your ass.
She stepped in before security could even try to kick you out and she offered you a drink for your troubles.
It'd been unexpected but you had never been one to turn down a beautiful, slightly scary, woman. You didn't know it then, but accepting her offer was the best thing you'd ever done for yourself.
And not just because Wanda was even quicker to spend money on you than Kate.
So, as weird and uncharted territory as it was, you slowly got used to being the older woman's sugar baby. To spending your free time with her, to bringing her lunch when she forgot to take a break in between meetings, to giving yourself over to her every night in as many ways as you could handle.
Of course, that didn't come without its challenges. The biggest of them being your insecurities about your place in her life.
It didn't seem to matter how many times she reassured you that she wanted you, you knew being her sugar baby wasn't the same as being her girlfriend. You had no right to feel jealous when she went out for drinks with other CEOs. No right to be upset when people flirted with her at the club.
Just because you knew that, though, didn't mean you didn't get upset. You were grateful for Wanda, and even more grateful for the kindness she showed Kate by giving her a job at her company, but that gratefulness wasn't enough to quell the jealousy that crept up on you sometimes.
Especially when your lovely best friend added fuel to that fire.
It's late when you hear the front door of Wanda's penthouse open. You've spent the majority of the day by yourself, having been told not to visit the older woman at her office because of some important meetings she was going to have. You, being the obedient lover she knew you to be, did exactly as she asked despite how bored and lonely you got.
Things would have been fine had Kate not told you how flirty Wanda's assistant had been all day. It seemed every time Agnes made some sort of suggestive comment, your best friend was close enough to send you a message about it.
And to top it off, the older woman hadn't replied to your texts in a few hours. So, needless to say, watching her come home extremely late, after a long day apart, does little to help you feel better.
It takes no less than a minute for Wanda to walk into the living room, her fingers already unbuttoning the white blouse beneath her dark red blazer. "Why are you still awake, angel?"
As distracting as the sight is, you don't let it steal your thoughts away.
"Where were you?" You ask, already hating how soft your voice is.
"Where do you think?" She replies with a well-placed tilt of her head.
Even though her tone makes you want to back down, you hold your ground, not yet ready to continue without an answer. "You're back late. You never come back this late when you're at the office."
Your words make her pause. Her eyes scan your face as she comes closer, a sigh stuck in her throat. "You know these meetings run late sometimes. I went to get a drink afterward to unwind. Why are you so upset, sweetheart?"
"Kate said your secretary was making moves on you," you say, feeling your shoulders relax as you finally give a voice to the thoughts that have been plaguing you all day. "That you let her flirt with you."
Despite how soft she's trying to be, Wanda rolls her eyes. "Kate's an idiot."
"But she's not a liar," you reply before you can think better of it.
This time, the older woman isn't able to stop the flicker of annoyance that passes through her face. "Watch yourself, sweetheart. What's that supposed to mean?"
You barely manage to hold in a groan. Complaining would only make the situation worse for you, considering how little she lets you get away with when you're obviously upset.
"That she wouldn't make something up just becauseâŚ" you trail off, almost not wanting to ask your next question. "It's true, isn't it?"
Wanda sighs, easily sliding onto your lap. Your hands instantly come up to grip her hips, greedily pulling her close to you, your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for her answer. "Yes, darling, it's true. Agnes was in a bold mood today, but I shot her down every time. She knows I'm taken."
Her words help soothe your jealousy somewhat but they're not enough to overshadow your insecurities. "Are you? Because I'm not your girlfriend."
"y/n," she says, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you trying to say?"
Even though you know she's not upset with you, her tone still makes you shrink into yourself. You had been so confident earlier, so sure of what you were going to say to her, of what you were going to ask, and nowâŚit had all evaporated with one quick raise of her eyebrow.
"Nothing," you sigh. "It's stupid."
Wanda doesn't let you hide. Her hand comes up to cup your face, tilting your head back so you're looking up at her. "It's not stupid. You're jealous, aren't you, sweetheart?"
The softness in her voice does little to erode your insecurities. If anything, it makes you want to hide even more. To run away and pretend you never even brought up the idea of being more thanâŚa pastime. Because maybe if you could escape the conversation, you could escape the reality. The very real possibility that she didn't want you to be anything more than her favorite toy.
"Why would I be jealous?" you respond, trying to muster up the rest of your courage. "I don't own you or your time."
The redhead sighs again, knowing it'll take more than a few well-placed words to get through to you. "What's with the attitude, hmm? What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"
You recognize her words for what they are. The opportunity for you to be honest. To unload everything that's been overwhelming your mind since you realized how hard you'd fallen for the older woman. The fears, the insecurities, the uncontrollable need for her.
You almost don't want to admit it. Don't want to further complicate a situation that's gotten so out of your control. It was supposed to be temporary. You were supposed to be temporary. But you can't imagine a life outside of the one you've somehow built with her.
"I don't know," you finally say. "I just hate the thought of Agnes thinking she can flirt with you. She can't."
"She can't?" Wanda repeats, a hint of amusement seeping into her tone. "Why not, angel?"
She's toying with you, you know that. Turning you in circles until you're too confused to avoid answering her questions. Maybe it should feel manipulative, even cruel, but all it does is show you how well she knows you. How good she is at coaxing answers out of you by being soft and patient.
No one would believe you if you told them how sweet the ruthless businesswoman is. How easy it is to make her melt and give in to your every whim.
It would be ridiculous if you weren't the one wrapped right around her finger.
"BecauseâŚ" You trail off with a huff. "You know why."
"Come on, baby," she tries again, her fingers caressing your jawline and making sure you keep your eyes on her. "I need to hear you say it. Please? For me."
All you allow yourself is a whine at first. Just the smallest sign of weakness. Of the brat Wanda secretly loves taming.
"Because you're my domme," you say, that hint of petulance still lingering in your tone. "You're supposed to be mine, not hers."
The corners of her mouth quirk up just enough to show how entertained she is by the exchange. In her defense, she does what she can to keep her expression serious, as if you're not just acting like a brat because you're jealous.
"I am yours, darling," Wanda replies. "You don't have to worry about Agnes. Or anyone else for that matter."
Her words manage to cut through the thick fog in your head left behind by your constant worries. They're not enough to fully erase your insecurities but it's a start. A start to the conversation you should have already had.
"You really mean it?" You find yourself asking.
You want to hate yourself for sounding so insecure, but you can't. The hard truth is, you need to hear her answer. Need to hear her put a label to what you two have. A label that goes beyond the sweet petnames she has for you.
"I do," she says, her voice dropping its usual teasing edge. "I don't want anyone else but you. I'm yours just as much as you're mine."
The words go right to your head, giving you a rush you've never felt before. It very quickly dawns on you why the older woman likes it so much when you say those words. Why it always makes her look like she's on top of the world.
"Say it again," you mumble, the softness in your tone making you feel particularly vulnerable.
The smile that grazes Wanda's face is nothing short of affectionate. "I'm yours, angel. You're the only one I want to be with."
Your hands on her hips slide around until your arms are around her waist and you're pulling her impossibly closer. You practically lunge forward, your lips seeking out hers and crashing into them.
It's not the most romantic kiss you've ever shared by any means, but the intensity behind your movements only makes it better. Especially when she kisses you back with that same passion.
Almost instantly, you're left wanting more.
"Wanda," you whisper against her lips. "I need you."
"I'm right here, baby. You can have me."
Her words would usually be enough to melt you until all you could think about was having her on top of you. Tonight, though, the desire you're suddenly hit with is different.
You need to touch her. To feel her against you. To hear her say your name over and over again until there's nothing left except the two of you.
You're not entirely sure how to express that need, though. Far too used to your usual dynamic and how easy your submission flows.
"Not like that," you say, your cheeks flushing.
Wanda simply stares at you with those same sharp eyes that hold a sea of affection you can't even begin to understand. "Is that right? You want to touch Mommy tonight, hmm?"
You nod, already feeling breathless from the thought of getting to touch her.
If you read the fic, leave the kudos. Leave a comment too, if possible. Just do it. It takes a few seconds of your time and it means the world to the writer.
Sincerely, me who just got told that my writing feels like watching a blockbuster movie. I don't care if they were sincere or not, I'll be thinking about that comment for the rest of my life and every time I feel bad about my art, I'll remember that someone once liked it.
A/N: I miss her so much!!! (So if you see me getting manipulated by a pretty Latina, don't mind me I'm right where I wanna be đââď¸)
Taking this chance to let yâall know that Iâll be away again for a few weeks. Expect me to like and repost stuff but I canât get to posting just yet. Sorry, Iâm a busy woman <3
âYouâre not allowed to touch yourself for the entire time Iâm gone, hermosa.â Elle stood by the doorway, her go-bag on her shoulder and her arm around your waist. You stiffened under her hand and looked at her incredulously, âWhat?! Why?! What if youâre gone for more than a week this time?â
Previously, it nearly killed you to be away from the brunette for just five days. It was also during a work trip when she made you do this exact same thing.
Living together, your sex life was very much active despite both of your busy schedules. Your appetites were insatiable, managing to insert quickies in the morning and some more whenever Elle comes home. It becomes even more intense and longer when your rest days finally align, Elle would not let you leave the bed until she had enough of you.
So doing this no-touch rule again, when you had gotten so used to having her around, was going to be torturous.Â
âThen youâre going to be good for me the entire time, right?â Elle challenged you, her gaze hard and unwavering. You stared back with a silent plea, but she refused to budge, pinning you down with her gaze until you just eventually agreed with a grumble. Elle quickly corrected your manners, asking you to answer her properly.
âYou want to try that again, hermosa?â Elle hummed, her finger tracing your jaw tantalizingly, daring you to answer her again the way you just did. But you didnât want to test her anymore, you were worried she might add more conditions to this rule she made.
âIâll be good, Elle. I promise.â You replied with stuttering breaths as she left a chaste kiss on your jaw.Â
And you were good, for a while. But when the brunette started to probe into your obedience, you had an even harder time staying good for her.
At the five-day mark, Elle decided to send a picture of herself wearing her power suitâusually a sign that she was about to interrogate suspectsâwith a caption that reminded you to behave:Â
âI hope youâre still being a good girl for me, hermosa.â
Your cheeks felt warm at the sight of Elle all dressed up like thisâso commanding and powerful. You almost wanted to reach through the phone screen and clutch at her black blazer, then pull her closer to you. Your body felt hot staring at one simple picture, so you just sent a reaction to the photo before taking a cold shower.
On her tenth day away from you, Elle decided to send pictures of her half-naked body. The brunette, clad in a lace bra and matching panties. The photos nearly broke you. It was so unfair that she was testing and teasing you like this. You texted Elle letting her know how unfair she was being, to which the brunette only laughed at and sent you more pictures.Â
That is why you decided to send some photos of your own, to let her have a taste of the frustrations you were feeling. You decided to wear new lingerie in her favorite color and posed on the bed in the most salacious way that you canâon all fours, on your back, and even on your knees. You even sent pictures that highlighted your ass, her favorite part of your body.Â
And when Elle saw all of them, she nearly cracked her phone screen when it slipped from her hands. The other agents in the site office shot a curious look at her, and she just apologized as calmly as she could. Trying her best to steady her beating heart and cool down her heated cheeksâshe quickly hid her phone from the prying eyes of the people around her. She was lucky Derek wasnât around to see how flighty she was being, otherwise, he would insist on seeing whatever had her so jumpy.
âDid you behave yourself?â Elle asked, and you answered with a simple âYes.â Because you were good for her, but you were unsure how long you can be good.Â
And so on the night before her flight back home, Elle sent a video of herself masturbating to your photos. Vulgar words steadily spilling out of her mouth, she knew this was going to break you, and she wanted just that.
âSuch a pretty little fuck toy for me.â
âI canât wait to get home, use you however I want.â
You couldnât help it then, couldnât stop your fingers from travelling downwards. As soon as you heard the way her voice got shaky and low, and saw the way she fucked herself in the same way she uses you, you caved. You touched yourself to her words and her gorgeous body. But you could never cum, not without her permission, not when she had trained you to only respond to her touch like a toy.Â
So when she received no reply from you on her way home, she grinned wickedly. Elle always knew whenever you had misbehaved, she was the cause, after all. And now, she had so many plans for you to make it up to her, even if it was her fault.
This brings Elle to her current situation, pent-up and ready to take whatever she wants from you.
No one dared to talk to Elle on the private jet back to Quantico. They could feel the tension rolling off her in massive waves. Her entire bubble in the corner of the plane was untouched and quiet. Not only was she tired from the length of the case, but she missed you terribly.Â
It had been approximately two weeks, three days, and sixteen hours since she last saw you. But who was counting, anyway? (She was, down to the very last second.)Â
It had been two weeks since she last saw your beautiful face, felt your skin on hers, and tasted you. Elle craved you in her sleep and thought about you every second of her waking daysâaside from when she gets distracted because of the case. But even then, she felt you in the back of her mind.Â
With the few hours left before landing back in Quantico, Elle was shaking in anticipation, waiting to come home to you. Were you touching yourself on your shared bed, or in the shower? Were you using toys or just your fingers? Were you moaning her name, wishing it was her fingers instead of your own?
She decided not to let you know that she was on the way home, which was unusual for her. But Elle wanted to catch you in the act of being a slut for herâbecause she felt so smug, knowing you just canât help yourself when it comes to her.Â
As soon as the jet arrived on land, Elle was on the way to her car and drove back home to you. Her coworkers were bewildered by her haste and silent attitude the entire time. But they wouldnât want to get in her way.
- - - - - - - - - - âÂ
Elle went into your shared apartment as quietly as she could, not wanting to alert you. It was nearing nighttime already, the windows tinted with orange and purple hues, giving the home a soft warm look. But right now, Elle was anything but soft.Â
She heard your familiar soft whines coming from the bedroom, and it instantly woke up something inside the brunette. The agent walked loudly then, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, letting you know she was back home and she could hear you.Â
Your moans stopped for a second before they continued, prompting Elle to let herself in your bedroom.Â
There you were, on her bed, spread out and fully naked with your fingers jammed in your pussy, âNeed your help, Elle. I canâtâFuck me pleaseâŚâ The half-Cuban had just stepped in, and you were begging her alreadyâit was music to her ears.Â
âHmm⌠Do you deserve it, hermosa? Do you deserve to be touched?â Elle asked, but she wasnât looking or waiting for an answer. She knew what she wanted from you.Â
âYou disobeyed me, and didnât even welcome me back home,â Elle answered, still fully clothed and in her high heels. She stood by the foot of the king-sized bed with her arms crossed, her gaze disappointed but heated. Her eyes zeroed in on your fingers that were still inside you, âOut, now. Youâre touching whatâs mine, darling.âÂ
You whined but followed her nonetheless, you were on thin ice and you both knew it.Â
Elle went into the walk-in closet and wore her favorite strap on to use on youâgirthy and long enough that had a small edge on her end for her to grind on. She wore it under her clothes before walking back to you.
Your eyes instantly traced the bulge of the toy inside her slacks and moaned softly.
Elle stared at you then. At your chest that was heaving up and down, your perky nipples standing in attention, and your wet center. You looked like a mess. A wet, desperate mess that was hers. There was something so demeaning about thisâwith you naked and spread out, but Elle was still fully clothed, wearing her suit and not a single crease in sight.Â
If both of you hadnât known any better, you looked like a sex toy that Elle had been waiting to use for the night.
âWhy did you touch whatâs mine, huh?â Elle asked as she positioned you on your hands and knees, facing her on the foot of the bedâmanhandling you so easily.Â
You were face to face with her pelvis, and that bulge was just so tempting, so you looked up at her with pleading eyes, âI couldnât help myself! IâI thoughtâŚâ You hesitated and looked away from her briefly, to which she quickly caught your jaw and forced your eyes back on her. âYou thought what?â She asked harshly, her fingers digging into your cheek.
âI thought I was allowed to touch myself when you did. I didnât mean to disobey you, Iâm sorry.â You apologized sincerely, on your knees looking up at her with tears welled up in your eyes, âBut I couldnât cum,â you whined pathetically, practically grinding on air, âNeed you to help me, please.âÂ
And Elle felt herself get wetter at the way you lookedâthe pictures you sent couldnât even compare to the sight she was seeing now.Â
âShow me how sorry.â Elle instructed and gestured towards the toy secured around her waist. You gulped and looked up at her worriedly, you have not taken this in your mouth before. She tilted her head to the side with an eyebrow raised, challenging you yet again. The brunette wanted to see what you were willing to do for her, but if you do not make your move soon, her patience will run out.Â
Your shaky hands unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks before taking out her plastic cock. You started to give the toy timid licks from the shaft to the tip, and Elle groaned at the sight. But it wasnât enough, so her palms grabbed you by the head and opened your jaw for you. She shoved the toy into your mouth and sighed in relief as she started to grind on her end of the toy. You grabbed onto her thigh in surprise and looked at her wildly, this side of her was familiar but rare.
Wet sloppy noises echoed in your bedroom, you were gagging on the toy, but she was still fucking your throat senselessly. Elle tugged on your hair and made you look up at her as you whined at the sharp feeling on your scalp.Â
âYou know, hermosa, even when I touch myself, itâs different. Itâs different when itâs you. Itâs different when I can feel you taking me like this, and I can hear you being such a slut for me.â Elle said every word and emphasized them with thrusts. Her words set a fire in your body, you loved it when she used you for her pleasure like this.
Elle could feel herself getting closer to her orgasm, she felt so good with the way your mouth felt. After waiting for two weeks to feel you again, she couldnât hold back anymore.Â
Your whimpers kept riling her up and she soon came inside your mouth with a loud grunt, âShit, Iâm cumming in your mouth! Come on, take it like a good slut.â As she rode out her orgasm, her hips got faster and rougher, making you choke and tear up even more. Soon, you were tapping her thigh to signal her to slow down.Â
Elle shook in pleasure as she relaxed her thrusts, her mouth open and her eyes glassy, âSuch a good girl. Thank you for making me cum, angel.âÂ
You coughed out as she pulled out and thanked her throatily, âThank you, Elle.â She kissed your cheek and wiped your mouth for you.
At this point, you were aching to be touched, when was your turn? Your clit was throbbing, and your cunt was tightening around nothing, eager to be filled by the woman towering over you.Â
Even after her orgasm, Elle still looked prim and proper in her suit.Â
âOn your back for me, hermosa. I still havenât forgiven you just yet.âÂ
You obeyed the half-Cuban woman and as soon as you were in place, she dragged your hips to the edge of the bed and lifted your legs up all the way to her shoulders. Elle laughed, almost mockingly, at the wetness between your thighs, âI donât even need to use my fingers and prepare your needy hole, what a fucking whore.â Elle grunted as she instantly rammed the toy into you.
The stretch that you felt from your legs resting on her shoulder and her cock mercilessly pushing into you, burned your entire body. Your cunt shamelessly took her in, after two weeks of missing the way Elle fit inside.Â
You started to grind back against her in anticipation, âPlease, fuck me. Use me however you want, Elle.â
And that was all Elle needed to hear from you.Â
Using your legs as leverage, she started plunging her hips into you at a fast pace, giving you no time to adjust. âDid you miss this, huh? Miss the way I fuck your needy pussy?â Elle groaned, every single thrust focused at that spot inside you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.Â
âMhm.â You moaned, trying your best to hold back your loud noises, worried about your neighbors. âAh, ah. Open that mouth. Let me hear your sweet noises, hermosa.â Elleâs fingers dug deep into your skinâso deep that it caused you to yelp in delicious pain. You were so close to cumming, your earlier transgressions making you more sensitive and eager to cum.Â
âScream my name, I want our neighbors to hear how slutty you are for me,â Elle instructed and you had no other choice but to follow, especially with her intense assault on you. The way Elle was talking to you had your eyes glazing over, your mind shutting down, and your body turning into a putty plaything in her hands.Â
In no time, you were answering Elle with loud moans of her name. You had no other job to do but take her cock inside you and scream her name. Your noises went straight to Elleâs head, fueling her desire and driving her crazy with the need to pound into you intensely.Â
Elle ingrained the way you look right now in her head. Your eyes were wet from desperation, and your hands were grabbing at the sheets. âTell me how good it feels, how good I make you feel.â She dictated, looking down at you with a searing gaze that it almost looked like she was pleading with you.Â
âM-missed you fucking me like this, missed how you feel inside me,â you whined and begged in between moans, âPlease let me cum! I need it!âÂ
Elle chuckled, âPoor little thing canât even cum without my permission.â She doubled her efforts and said the words that you badly needed to hear, âGo on, make a mess for me.â In an instant, you were clamping down on her cock with no hesitation and orgasming so loud you could feel your head pounding.Â
But much to your surprise and slight discomfort, Elle didnât slow downârather, she continued her harsh onslaught on your body. âIâGod, Elle! I câcanâtâŚâ You croaked out and put your hands on her hips in an attempt to slow her down, âItâs too much!âÂ
âAw, itâs too much? But you just wanted to cum so bad a while ago. Where is that good little slut now?â Elle said in that mocking tone of hers. She slowed down, just a tiny bit, but her strokes were still deep and hard. You whined, unsure how to answer her, because you did want to be good, but right now all of your nerve endings were on fire. Every touch and every thrust had you twitching and sobbing.
Elle was met with silence, but she could see it in your eyes, and in the way you gave yourself to her, you were not done. You had more in you, and she wanted them all, âThen youâll cum as many times as I want, hermosa.â The agent let your legs down and rested her weight down on you, so her face was closer to yours. As a way to console you, her lips met yours so softly that you could almost ignore the incessant thrusts Elle was giving you.
Elle has fucked you with her strap so many times, but you still couldnât believe her stamina. Perks of being so fit, you suppose.Â
She was so fit that when your hands slipped under her dress shirt, you were met with muscles. Your nails dug down on her back, and you could feel the way her muscles twitch underneath your touch. Elle groaned in your mouth and bit down on your lip. She pulled away, dragging your bottom lip with her before letting go with a hiss.Â
âFuck, baby⌠Your nailsâŚâ Elle hummed in pleasure, with the way your nails were digging down, the agent wouldnât be surprised if there were scratches in the morning. Your grip on each other was tight, lost in pleasure.
Moans echoed in the room as both of you were nearing yet another orgasm. You could feel the way Elle was struggling to continue, what with how you were sucking the toy in, and she was close to cumming again.Â
You wanted to thank her for being so good to you, so you started to grind back on her, trying your best to ignore your pleasure for her. Elleâs end of the toy was rubbing harder against her because of the way you moved. Elleâs breath stuttered beautifully, and she rested her forehead on yours, âShit, shit, shit⌠You just know how to move for me, huh?âÂ
She was close, and you just knew how to push her,
âSlut me out, mommy. Use your fucking slut.â Elleâs hips snapped in surprise as her orgasm suddenly overtook her. Her rhythm fell off as she started to rut into you, âFuck! Iâm cumming inside you, baby! Cum with meâcum for mommy.âÂ
All it took was her instruction and your body instantly followed. A loud wail emanated from your mouth as you came together, wishing Elle could actually cum inside you. But for now, this was enough. The way Elle was pushing all the way inside you and using you for her pleasure was enough.Â
But then, your orgasm became too much to the point that her thrusts were starting to hurt. âElle, pleaseâŚâ You whispered in her ear as you clutched her back harder. Elle winced in pain at the scratches you were leaving and stopped her movements.
Heavy breathing was all that could be heard in your bedroom for a few minutes. Now, Elle's clothing was more ruffled than a while ago. But it was still a sight to see, an owner just using her toy selfishly.
She has yet to pull out, and you werenât letting go as well. The night was far from over, after all, you had two weeks to make up for.
Elle decided to break the silence then, âYou sly minx. Calling me that all of a sudden.â She looked down at you with a cheeky grin, and you smirked widely at her, âWell, you loved it, didnât you?âÂ
The brunette simply laughed, âFucking brat. We arenât done here. Warm my cock for a while, cum for me again, and then youâre forgiven.â You kissed her cheek in agreement, âWhatever you say, mommy.âÂ
