SUMMARY: after the gala ends, shiv needs somewhere to let our her frustration. she knows just who to call to get her sense of control back. (NSFW - 18+)
TAGS: friends to lovers, friends with benefits, dom/sub undertones, degradation + praise
Notes: I want shiv to be mean to me <3 enjoy and please send in requests!
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Shiv Roy walked into your life like a storm rolling through in the middle of a drought. She was dangerous and every breath felt like a promise that she was going to come through your life and change everything.
She knew it too, she must. No woman walks with that level of confidence or speaks with that level of ease if she doesn't know just how powerful she is.
That's what everything is about for Shiv- power.
Maybe that's why you let her come over when she calls you in the middle of the night after the stupid Waystar Gala.
She always goes to these events and comes crawling to you once they rattle her sense of control. She gets around her family for too long and they always find a way to take that spark away from her, stomping it out with a fierceness that manages to shock you no matter how many times it happens.
It's been true since you met Shiv her first year as a political consultant on the hill. You were working in a nonprofit nearby at the time, and your paths crossed on many occasions. At first you just nodded politely at each other but as the years went by and you both climbed the ranks you became more friendly to each other.
You met for lunch to discuss business and eventually that morphed into talking about your personal lives. You knew she was dating a man named Tom who she loved, but worried wanted her to settle down to quickly. You told her about your then recent breakup with your ex girlfriend that caused you to have to move all your stuff into a new apartment.
That somehow turned into you showing her your apartment. During your tour one of you seems to have let your resolve slip because before you know if her hands around your throat and your neighbors are banging against the wall for you two to shut up causing you both to dissolve in breathless laughter.
You agreed it was a one time thing.. then a two time thing, then a three time thing until you both stopped deluding yourself by trying to label it.
Shiv was your friend and you had sex from time to time when she wanted to blow off steam without scaring away her boyfriend. It was perfectly normal and for that point in your life it was good. You were too busy for attachments and even your best solo efforts don't come close to make you feel as good at Shiv does.
As long as you didn't think about the fact that she was technically cheating or that you were maybe definitely beginning to get real feelings for her it was perfect.
When you moved to New York for work it stopped being an after work drink and a hookup and turned into butterfly inducing texts telling you she wanted to come over while she was in town.
You knew it was wrong but you opened the door with a smile and your best underwear on every time anyway.
When she moved to New York it stayed relatively the same. You thought they would get more frequent but it seemed being a newlywed kept her more occupied than you had imagined. You can pretend it doesn't bother you as long as you don't look at the ring.
But no matter how busy she seemed to be with work or her husband or whatever new trainwreck her family had caused- she always came crawling back in times like these.
Maybe crawling is the wrong word. Prowling seems like a better descriptor.
She shows up at your door with that cocky grin, usually toting some little gift or a bottle of wine. She walks in, acting entirely innocent as she tells you to get glasses or meet her in your living room. From the moment she enters it's about making sure you both know she's in charge.
Tonight when you open the door, your eyes widen. You knew it was a gala but you hadn't been prepared for just how good Shiv would look in the gown. It hugs her curves just right, her updo bringing out the shape of her face and the glimmer in her eyes. Your voice catches in her throat as she walks past you effortlessly.
"It's late." You comment, trying to pretend like you wouldn't let her come over at any time for any reason. It's bullshit and you both know it, but she humors you anyway.
"And yet you let me in." She says, grinning at you as she slides her eyes over your pajama clad figure. You felt a little underdressed even though you knew that was silly. She has a way of doing that, of entering a room and setting the new norm.
"What, did you have plans?" Her voice lilts as she talks, almost like she's mocking you. "Don't tell me I'm interrupting a very important booty call."
She walks into your living room, leaving you no choice but to follow her as she settles comfortably on your couch. She crosses her legs as you sit across from her.
You raise an eyebrow at her, not surprised anymore by this kind of game and instead all too happy to play back.
"Why, are you jealous?."
She laughs at that, seemingly delighted by your testing her.
"Jealous?" She repeats, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees. "Please. Can you even cum without me there to help you?"
She's trying to rile you up, reminding you of the time you confessed your then boyfriend couldn't make you cum and neither could your vibrator. She had taken all too much pride in that and you're pretty sure you climaxed five different times that night.
You just shake your head at her affectionately. She's trying to get a rise out of you and you enjoy making her work for it.
"I take it the gala went well then?" You say after a moment hoping she will admit her reasons for coming over.
You stand and approach your bar cart in the corner of the room. As you pour each of you a glass of red wine she sighs.
"They're idiots, all of them." She grumbled, watching you as you approached her once more. She looked at you with that expression that told you she was getting impatient, her fingers tracing over her lips in a clear effort to rile you up.
It works, and your stomach clenched at the sight.
You sat beside her, handing her the glass of wine which she takes with a smile.
"Thanks, sweetheart." She says, swirling it around before taking a sip. "You always know just what I need, huh?"
"I try." You respond, leaning in until your thighs are touching. "I like to make you feel good."
She raises a hand to gently card through your hair, brushing the hair back away from your face from a moment. She seems to be almost admiring you, and she leans forward to press a kiss to your cheek.
When she pulls back her grip in your hair tightens minutely.
"How about you get on your knees for me then, pretty girl?" She releases you and leans back against the couch, legs spreading wider.
Your heart speeds up in your chest as you nod, placing your glass on the table before sinking to your knees in front of her.
You slide your hands up under her dress, resting on her thighs as you look obediently up at her. She looks like a goddess from this angle, already beautiful face shining with a kind of power that made your stomach turn.
You knew the two of you were equals where it mattered but in the twilight hours when she spoke to you in that commandeering tone all you could think to do was obey.
"Good." She says, reaching down to pull the plush fabric of her dress up until it's resting around her hips. It's not lost on you that she's still got her high heels and gown on while you're sporting your pajamas. It's also not lost on you that she's wearing simple, lacy panties that match her dress.
"You wear these for me?" You tease as you slide your thumb under the waist band of them, watching the way the touch makes her flush just slightly.
"No. But you're going to take them off anyway." She says, taking a sip of her wine as she watches you easily.
You comply immediately, tugging them down her legs and draping them on the rug before running your hands back up her legs.
You begin to press kisses up the sensitive skin on the inside of her leg, feeling her shudder as you finally reach where she wants you. She wastes no time, putting her hand in your hair once more and pressing your forward.
You don't hesitate to give in, greedily licking at her clit until you feel the slight quiver in her legs. That's your queue to double down, urging her closer to that sweet spot. You move your fingers up, teasing along her folds until you can press one of your fingers in just as you flatten your tongue against her sensitive button.
She groans at that, the noise sounding like a siren song to your ears.
"Yes, just like that." She purrs, twisting her hand further in your hair while her other hand moves to pull your shirt down so your breasts are exposed.
You continue your ministrations, speeding up your tongue as you add another finger. You speed up and it begins to pull those high pitched noises from her as expletives stream from her mouth.
"Right there. Don't stop." She says, hips beginning to react in time with your movements.
When she cums it's like your world stops rotating. The sounds she only makes when she's truly vulnerable like this, the whimpers and moans and the way your name rolls off her tongue like a prayer- that's what you live for. You help her ride through it, feeling the same pride you always do at having made her feel good.
Once she's satisfied she pulls you away by your hair and just looks down at you. You can't do anything but look up at her with big eyes and a rapidly beating heart. She seems to find solace in whatever she sees in your expression.
"Come here." She says, pulling you up until you're straddling her lap. She takes your chin in her hands, turning your face side to side so she can see the way her slick glistens on your face. She hums, satisfied, and you get a little satisfaction from seeing she is still struggling to catch her breath.
"You look so pretty like this." She says, stroking her thumb over your lips and slowly pressing into your mouth as a show of dominance. "Bet you'll look even better when it's your turn to cum, huh?" She asks, free hand trailing down to grab at your ass. She pulls the fabric of your shorts down roughly, sliding her hand over your panties to tease you.
"Do you think you can handle that?" She prods.
"Yes." You respond immediately, much less concerned with your pride than you are getting rid of the desperation between your legs. "Yes, Shiv."
She grins at you, slipping her finger under the fabric to just barely brush at your clit.
"Beg for it then." She says, as dominant and demanding as always. You knew she wasn't going to make it easy, but you couldn't help but whimper anyway.
"Please. Please, I need you."
She seems satisfied with this, and pressing a finger into you. You moan immediately, starting to move your hips against her. She wastes no time in picking up the pace, adding another finger and fucking you quickly before you can even adjust.
Before you know it you're a shaking, whining mess on her lap. Her mouth moves from your neck to your nipples, giving you the attention you always crave from her. You know you're just a pawn in her life but when she touches you like this you feel like the center of her world. By the time she's worked you up to an orgasm, you feel like the center of the universe.
"You're so wet." She laughs against your skin. "Bet you've been dripping since I texted you. Even though it was the middle of the night bet you were practically shaking with how bad you wanted me. God, you act like you're so innocent but really you're the biggest slut I've ever met."
She says, dropping her other hand to circle your clit as she curls her fingers in you. She must feel you tighten or maybe she just sees the look on your face but she begins to try to talk you over the edge.
"Come on, cum. I know you can. I want you to, be good and do it for me." She urges and with a bite at your neck you do, spilling over the edge and into the hazy area where you feel like you can hardly steady yourself. You pant and shake as she finishes plastering kisses all over you, pulling down to look at you. She slips her fingers in your mouth so you can lick the cum off before pulling away and smiling at you.
"This was fun." She says, quickly downing the rest of her wine and standing up to readjust herself. You can hardly think straight but you stand on wobbly legs anyway, attempting to right you're close enough that you have some semblance of self respect.
"Leaving so soon?" You ask, even though you know this is her way. She gives you everything you could possibly want except even a sliver of real intimacy. She must see the disappointment in your eyes as she returns and runs her hands over her arms.
"You know I'm busy, dove." She says, using the pet name she only ever uses when she knows she's getting away with something. As if to distract her from this she presses a searing kiss to your lips before stepping back.
"I'll see you around, okay?" She said, and then as soon as she came she's gone with the door shutting solidly behind her.
You sigh as you sink back onto the couch, enjoying the feeling of warmth from where she was sitting. It's not her, but it's close enough.
Shiv Roy rolls like thunder. If you want to be with her, you have to accept that the storm leaves just as suddenly as it rolls in. It moves on from town to town while you're left trying to soak in what's left of the rain.
SUMMARY: you had hoped that working on a work assignment with shiv might make her open up to you. Instead it lead to you 'opening up' in an entirely different way. (NSFW âą MINORS DNI)
NOTES: hi guys :) this is my first fic I'm posting on tumblr and my first piece of smut so please be nice and I hope y'all like it!
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Your heart hammered in your chest as you felt Shiv's hand press firmer against your mouth, forcing you to keep quiet even as she continued to pump her fingers into you at that ruthless pace. Each stroke of her fingertips hit that perfect spot inside you, drawing out animalistic sounds that were just barely concealed by her. Every little touch made you feel electric, every inch of your body practically vibrating from the pleasure.
As your head tilted back and knocked back against the door, you thank whatever God there was for putting you in this situation.
You had seen Shioban Roy countless times around the Waystar offices, normally in some meeting or getting into an argument with her siblings that half the staff had to witness.
You knew very little about her initially other than what was public knowledge. You had no reason to pay her any mind, but you always felt your eyes drawn to her anyway.
At first you reasoned it was because of the effortless way she commanded the room or the fact that, as Gerri's second in command, she was kind of your bosses boss but as your curiosity began to change shape it became harder and harder to deny.
You couldn't tear your eyes away from her if she walked by your desk, the simple twirl of her hips enough to take your breath away. When she leaned over her desk to talk to you, you just about lost your ability to think clearly. And the one time you saw her kiss her husband in the lobby it filled you with a feeling you refuse to admit even to yourself.
It was ridiculous, and beyond irresponsible.
For one, she was your boss. If that wasn't enough she was married - to the head of news at the company that you work for no less!
You did your best to convince yourself that it was just an office crush. She was a beautiful woman with a touch of power that turned you on more than you wanted to admit. That was surely all it was.
Or it least, that was all it had been, until you got assigned to work on an agreement that Shiv, as President of Operations was hwading. t really wasn't an overly complicated assignment, which is why Gerri handed it over to you, and you expected to be done with it in a couple of days.
As it turns out, that was far from the case. The other company refused to sign, and what could have been a couple meetings turned into long days and nights cooped up in Shiv's office hunched over paperwork.
Your silly crush hadn't gotten away, and had gotten even harder to manage. Now you were close enough to smell her expensive perfume, close enough to hear the edge her voice took when she was telling you to do something.
You tried to push it down, smother it, but the flame only grew brighter with each day you spent together.
Finally, after a million emails and a formally worded threat of litigation, the smaller tech company signed the contract and became a part of the growing monolith that was Waystar Royco.
You had never seen Shiv happier, practically beaming as she went immediately to gloat to her father. You took your things and disappeared back to your own office, expecting that would be the end of your Shiv Roy saga.
You were a little sad to see it end, but you're sure your vibrator will thank you for a break now that you won't have to constantly be so close to her so you prepare yourself to just move on.
You should have known things with her could never be that simple.
Just as you began to catch up with your other work you've been neglecting to help her she pops her head into your office.
"Come out with me to celebrate our win." She says without so much as a 'hello', "Drinks on me."
It wasn't a request so much as a command, but you found yourself agreeing anyway.
With that she turned on her heels, leaving you with a fluttering feeling in your stomach.
You were distracted the rest of the day wondering what she was up to. Did she really just want to celebrate? What was her game here? You knew the Roys well enough to know they never did anything without an agenda.
By the time she came to get you from your office at the end of the day you were all but convinced she was going to fire you. You went with her anyway, heart thumping in your chest as the two of you sat quietly in her private car.
She had her driver take you two to a high end bar that seemed to be pretending to be a dive bar. It was busy, with warm bodies and loud music everywhere. It could almost pass for a normal bar if it weren't for the suits all around and the fact that one of their drinks rang up for twice as much as your hourly wage.
She (thankfully) bought you your drink and turned to gave you fully once you had both settled into a leather booth.
It started off perfectly innocently, talking about you success with the deal and your future at Waystar. Your anxiety began to melt as you realized she really wasn't firing you. In fact, she seemed like she genuinely wanted to talk to you.
You talked your way through another 2 drinks each, both of you slowly opening up to each other. You told her about how much Gerri gets on your case and she tells you about her open relationship with Tom.
She drops it into the conversation casually but the way she blinks her eyes gives her away. She knows exactly what she's doing.
"I mean, I don't control what he does. Why would I let him control me?" She leans a little closer, and the finger tracing the rim of her drink turned into a heavy hand on your thigh.
Her voice lowers as she continues, sending shivers down your spine.
"I sleep with whoever I want. Whenever I want."
Your voice choked up a little as you responded, voice sticking in your throat from the sheer shock of it all.
"Yeah, me too." You manage, drawing a laugh from the redhead.
"Oh yeah?" She teases, eyes twinkling as she whispers into your ear.
"Why don't you come show me?"
Before you can even begin to think better of it her ingers splayed are across your back and she's guiding you to the back of the bar.
She opens a door knowingly and you realize she had planned this. If she had to have an angle, you were glad it was this one.
Once the two of you were inside she pressed you back against the door. The cold metal pulled a shiver from you, but the second her lips were on yours it's like every other sensation melted away. She kissed you like she wanted to consume you and you would be more than happy to let her.
As if reading your thoughts she bit your lip, pulling a little yelp out of her. She grinned and moved her lips against your neck as her hands slid up under your dress. You preened under her touch, breathy moans escaping you despite yourself.
It took only a moment for your panties to be tugged down your legs but she paused before actually touching you. You tired rolling your hips but all she did was brush your clit all too softly.
"Shiv, please." You begged, tapping into the want for submission she so clearly had in her normal life. The tendency clearly extends to sex because as soon as you give her what she wants she finally pushed her fingers into you.
She was clearly skilled with her fingers and she worked you up in no time. You moaned loudly, and she gripped your chin to warn you.
"Be. Quiet."
When you couldn't comply she shoved her hand over your mouth, gripping your cheeks to keep it in place. When you whimpered enough to be heard through her attempted gag she crowded you further against the wall.
"Shut up."
She spoke into your ear, equal parts threat and promise.
"Unless you want us to get caught. Maybe you'd like that. Maybe you want everyone to see what you let me do to you in this bathroom."
She strikes just the right spot inside of you and your thighs begin to quake, fingers clutching desperately to her shoulders. You know you should try to maintain some level of basic self respect but when she looks at you with those hungry eyes you just can't find it in yourself to care.
"God you're such a slut." She says, sounding pleasantly surprised. The words send sparks down your spine and you feel yourself tumble over the edge.
Your mind is hazy and your legs shake so badly she has to use her thigh to prop you up.
Once you had calmed down enough to do something that resembled normal breathing she let you go, smiling like she's just won some kind of contest.
"Good girl. I knew you had it in you." She says, and it's a struggle not to let the praise go straight to your head.
She starts to check her reflection in the mirror over the sink as you stay against the door, trying to make your brain work properly again.
Eventually you come to your senses enough to straighten up and try to appear half as nonchalant as she is.
You approach her, leaning against the sink as you watch her fix her hair.
"You're not going to let me return the favor?" You ask with a tone od faux innocence, trying to talk as if it were about a business deal instead of the most mind blowing orgasm of your life.
"Oh trust me, you're going to." She grins at you in the mirror. "But we're not doing this again in the bathroom. We're going back to my apartment."
She strides right out of the bathroom, knowing you were going to follow her without you having to say a word.
She's not wrong, and you chase after her before you even have the time to realize your panties are still discarded on the bathroom floor.
summary: You and Shiv find yourself getting to know each other a little better when the two of you are accidentally stranded at sea.
rating: 18+ (smut smut SMUT, no minors!!!!)
wordcount: 2k
A/N : to say i am a placemat for shiv roy (and sarah snook) to stomp all over is an understatement. happy pride bitches. please enjoy.
It was a beautiful moment. You were perched at the very front of the boat, the soft waves causing the ocean spray to sprinkle your skin, the sun beating down on you as you closed your eyes and took in the sound of the water against the boat. Your hair was down, your shoes off, and for once in your career, you found yourself able to relax.
You had been less than enthusiastic when your boss, Shiv Roy, had told you on very short notice that you were to accompany her in Italy for some business meetings with her family. You were a new hire, and you had not had the pleasure of meeting the rest of Shiv's infamous family. To say you were dreading it was an understatement. Shiv had surprised you, though. She wasn't making you do any real work, instead just allowing you to follow her around like an obedient lapdog, letting you take advantage of the fine cuisine and drinks that were being offered.
You had been the one to suggest the boat ride. You and Shiv had gone to dinner with her family, and the entire time you could see the subtle shifts in her demeanor as her father and brothers refused to take her seriously. You figured she deserved a break from her family, so you coaxed her onto a small boat that you had made sure was loaded with her favorite foods and booze.
You heard Shiv clearing her throat behind you, so you opened your eyes and swiveled, smiling at her. She had her usual smirk on her face, but her eyes were softer than usual. She was cautious about enjoying herself, clearly, but you could tell she was trying. "So, do you do sneaky shit like this for all of your bosses, or am I just special?" Shiv teased, sitting down on the seat across from you.
You gave her a small smile, shaking your head. "No, most of my other bosses were pretty insufferable."
Shiv looked away, pretending to focus on the waves. She took a beat, then said, "You don't think I'm insufferable, then, nice to know." She let out a humorless laugh then added, "I think you might be the only one, actually."
Sure, Shiv could be a bitch. You had seen her get cold and snippy with her family and even her husband, but you had also seen her the way she beat herself up, the emotional toll she was taking on herself as someone who had been clearly resorted to bitterness.
There was a lapse of silence, your eyes on her as she kept her gaze on the waves. Shiv finally turned her gaze to you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know, it would be a shame if we let all that booze go to waste."
You pretended to feign shock. "Should we really be drinking if we're operating a small nautical vessel, Shiv?"
Shiv let out a short laugh and stood up. "Please, y/n. I can operate this boat drunk better than Rome and Ken can sober. C'mon, show me where you stashed them."
You giggled and hopped up, leading her to the small cooler filled with various cans of alcoholic beverages. You pulled out two cans and held out one to Shiv, who looked at it in your hand then laughed. You realized she was used to finer liquor, of course, but she eventually took the can out of your hands and opened it.
"Sorry, I didn't think to bring anything nice-"
She was already downing it, and your mouth hung open slightly in shock. You had seen her drink before, but it was all sipping the priciest drinks from the daintiest glasses. Now, she was greedily drinking from a can of cheap beer, and she looked so... normal. You opened your own can and started sipping, figuring one of you should be more sober if you wanted to get back to shore. Shiv reached down and scooped up some more cans, then wordlessly made her way back to the seated area at the front of the boat.
You went to resume your seat across from her, but Shiv grabbed your wrist and gently tugged you into the seat next to her. You watched with wide eyes as she set off on another can, a few droplets of beer dripping past her lips and running down her chin. Down to her breasts, which were sitting quite nicely in her bathing suit. You looked down at your can, praying the heat in your body wasn't visible to Shiv.
"You know, you're kind of my best friend, y/n." Shiv remarked. You hummed in appreciative agreement, still not able to look her in the eyes. You could tell she was looking at you, which made your blood run even hotter. Shiv gently nudged her shoulder against yours, forcing you to look at her. She had a look on her face, one you had only seen on her brother, Roman, when he was looking at their coworker Gerri. It was the softness in the eyes that comes from being vulnerable, something you knew Shiv wasn't used to being. Shiv continued, "I mean, I can't think of anyone else who would've done something nice like this for me. Maybe Tom, but..." She sighed then switched took another sip from her drink. "Why did you do this, anyways? What's the end game?"
You raised an eyebrow at her. "End game?"
Shiv scoffed, and your heart broke a little as you realized she still didn't completely trust you. What really hurt was that you were fine with it, because she had been betrayed by so many people before. "I mean, you want to take time off? Paid vacation? A raise? You know I already pay you a fuck ton more than anyone else would reasonably pay an assistant-"
You gently put your hand on her shoulder, frowning. "Shiv, no, it's not like that. You seemed stressed, that's all. I wanted to help."
Shiv set her can in the cupholder next to her and crossed her arms, studying you. "You're telling me you did this just... out of the kindness of your little 'ol heart?" When you nodded, she added quietly, "Aren't you a sweetheart?"
You shrugged. "I just know that when my family pisses me off, I like to do something fun and try forget about it. For your family... well, I thought booze would be the best remedy."
Shiv let out a giggle, a genuine giggle, which made your slightly booze-tainted self giggle as well. You nudged her shoulder and added jokingly, "I mean... if you want to give me a raise-"
"Oh, fuck you!" Shiv laughed, reaching over and flicking your nose. The gesture was so small and childish, but the feeling of her touch just barely against your skin lingered. You were sure you were going to burst into flames.
Shiv often asked you questions, mundane ones about the life of a
"normal person", as she called you. The two of you continued to drink and talk, Shiv becoming more comfortable as the sunlight burned away. "So much for swimming," you thought, but you didn't mind. Spending time with Shiv was enough for you.
The sun was beginning to set, more time having passed than you had realized. You cleared your throat, wanting to be the reasonable one. "Well, we should probably sail back. We've gotta pack and get on the plane by 8 a.m., and I know how grumpy you get when you don't get enough sleep."
You stood to leave, but Shiv grabbed your wrist, tugging it gently. "No, please stay! I can sleep on the plane."
You shook yourself out of her grasp and Shiv pouted, making you giggle. You shook your head with a grin as you made your way over to the steering wheel, watching Shiv for a moment as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, a small smile on her face. You turned the key to start the boat back up... but nothing. You frowned a little then tried again, but the boat only offered a weak sputter in return. "Uh... Shiv?"
She was still in a blissful state, soaking in the remaining sunrays. "Hmm?"
You were a little drunk, which made you panic even more. "I don't think the boat will start." You said quietly.
Shiv opened her eyes, her head lolling as she looked at you. "What was that?"
You tried to start the boat again, but the sputtering sound was even louder. Shit. "The, uh... the boat won't start."
Shiv sighed, then shakily got to her feet. She giggled at her own wobbliness, but still made her way over to you. She put her hand on your shoulder for stability, so close next to you that you could smell her expensive perfume and feel her boozy breath on your neck. She reached around you, fiddling with the wheel. "Oh my gosh, y/n, what did you do to the boat?" Shiv teased.
You turned your head and Shiv was right there. You held your breath, trying to get yourself together. You wanted to look away, but you couldn't tear yourself from her gaze. Her eyebrows furrowed a little but you couldn't decipher her expression. Her eyes flittered down to your lips, and you abandoned all your morals and gently pressed your lips to hers.
Your lips lingered against hers for a moment, but something in you snapped you back to reality, and you were the first to pull away.
"Shiv, I'm so-"
"Just-" Shiv held up a finger, a smirk on her lips. "Just kiss me again."
Shiv leaned in to kiss you, but you stopped her by gently pushing her shoulder back. "Shiv, we can't. You're married, and Tom-"
"Fuck Tom, I'll divorce him when we get back to land, whatever." Your eyes widened at her statement, but she shook her head. "I won't but... I don't feel anything for him. Nothing that's real, anyways. But you..." She sighed. Shiv looked down, a mischievous smirk forming on her face. "You're real, and what I feel is real. So just... can you kiss me, please?" She gently took your hands in hers, her thumb tracing over your finger. You shivered, which made her look you in the eyes again. She leaned in and softly pressed her lips to yours, and you couldn't resist. Shiv's fingers were instantly in your hair, holding you in place as your lips moved in sync. No-one had ever kissed you like this before, so passionately but not aggressively. There was feeling behind it, overwhelming you in the best way possible. The taste of her in your mouth was addicting, and you prayed it would linger after this whole affair was done. Your lungs were screaming for you to pull away for a breath, but Shiv removed her lips from yours and attached them to your neck, the hand in your hair tugging back slightly, exposing her ravenous mouth to your neck. Your hands shot behind you to grip the control panel, your knees buckling as Shiv suckled gently into your skin.
Shiv's lips left your skin with a small 'pop', her eyes studying you. Your chest was heaving, desperate to her feel her against you again. You felt pathetic, how badly you wanted more, but you wouldn't dare say it out loud.
Shiv spun the two of you around, landing you in the chair next to the steering wheel. Her hands were on the armrests, her lips diving into yours once again. The angle was a little awkward, but you figured Shiv would be the one in charge, so you were happy to let her do whatever she wanted with you. When Shiv's lips left yours again, you couldn't help the whine that came out, which she laughed at. Your cheeks burned as you felt embarrassed, but her hands moved to your thighs, which let you know she wasn't making fun of you. Shiv kept her eyes on yours as she slowly sunk to her knees, her hands moving up your thighs to the band of your bathing suit bottoms. You shameless lifted your legs slightly, her hands moving in sync to remove your bottoms. The sun had gone down, the air a little chilly, and you shivered again, goosebumps blossoming on your skin.
Shiv used her hands to let your legs be open to her, totally exposed. She bit her lip slightly before saying, "You know, consider this a thank you for the boat ride."
Before you could reply, her mouth was on you. She began at your thighs, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses against your soft skin. You squirmed and you could feel her lips smiling into your skin. She gave you the smallest of licks, her eyes flickering up to yours as you let out a whine at the contact. Your head dropped back in pleasure as she started to suckle on your clit, but you could feel her eyes on you. Shiv moaned against your clit, the vibrations like lightening up your spine. Shiv detached from your clit, and you looked down at her, slightly confused, but she straightened a little and held her hand up, her fingers tracing your lips. You weren't even thinking as you poked your tongue out against her fingers, taking them into your mouth. Shiv smirked and drove her fingers a little deeper, letting the wetness of your mouth soak her fingers. She hummed in contentment and pulled her fingers out, tilting her head up to kiss you on the lips before whispering, "So obedient, as usual."
You were a loss for words, but it didn't matter because her mouth was back on you in an instant, one of her fingers slowly entering you. You gasped and reached out to grab her hair on instinct, tugging slightly which made her moan loudly against you. You became lost in her, the sound of her moans, the feeling of her as she entered another finger into you, her fingers curling up in the most delicious way. Your legs begin to shake as you drowned in the feeling of her, calling to Shiv softly in between whines and moans. You could feel your release building, Shiv's hand speeding up as she watched you try not to unfold against her fingers. She didn't dare speak, but everything she wanted to say you could see in her hungry eyes. The thought of her stopping just to tease you briefly crossed you mind, but it was washed away by the feeling of your orgasm as you clenched down on her fingers. Her tongue lapped at you greedily as she tried to taste every drop of your release. You loudly moaned her name and gripped her hair, abandoning any shame you had left in your body.
Your chest was heaving, your body on fire, your hair sticky to your forehead as you opened your eyes and relaxed your body, looking down at Shiv. She was still kneeling below you, her fingertips making their way out of her mouth as she licked her bottom lip. She gave you a small smile before pressing a gently kiss your inner thigh. "That was pretty fucking amazing."
You blushed, bending forward to kiss her on the cheek. "Oh please, I didn't even do anything." You replied bashfully against her skin.
Shiv delicately shimmied your bathing suit bottoms back up your legs, helping you fix yourself up. "It doesn't matter, y/n, I really, really enjoyed doing that."
The two of you spent a moment in bliss, standing up and kissing each other softly on the lips. The moment was interrupted as you suddenly remembered the predicament with the boat. You pulled back from her lips and pressed your forehead against hers, sighing. "We need to call someone to come get us." You reminded her softly.
Shiv closed her eyes and hummed in agreeance, but her hands were still on your waist, her fingers tracing small patterns into your side. "Didn't you bring a little shirt or whatever to wear in case you got cold?"
"Yeah, I did-"
"Good, you'll need it." Shiv opened her eyes and leaned in impossibly closer to you, her lips so tempting as they just barely moved against yours as she said, "Make that phone call."
Her head dipped down as her lips attached themselves to your neck, and you fought the urge to sink back in the chair and let her have her way with you again, instead reaching behind her to find your phone. Your mind was only on her, but you managed to call Jess, Kendall's assistant, and ask if a boat could come pick you up. You were aware of how hard you were stuttering though the phone call, your tone a little high pitched as Shiv sucked a trail of hickies into your neck and chest. You hung up quickly, your legs opening on instinct as Shiv's fingers trailed to the apex of your thighs.
"Shiv..." you breathed out. "Jess said it'll only be a few minutes; we don't have time..."
Shiv groaned against your skin but pulled herself away, her hands instead going to straighten out your bathing suit top. "It's fine, really... we can continue this tomorrow. She gave your cheek a small pinch before adding, "Get ready to join the mile-high club, honey."
if your still doing the prompt thing how about 17, 23, 25, 29 with power!bottom claire being stressed and intern!reader offering to help but don't have any sexual experience so claire teaches them
Thank you so much for sending this in! I'm so sorry it took so long to complete, life got very hectic, but I have it for you now! I hope I've done this request justice <3
Afterhours
Ship: Claire Debella x Reader
Summary: When you, an intern working at the governor's office, offer to stay with the governor while she works late into the night, you find yourself in a situation you have only ever fantasized of.
Word Count: 5.8k
Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY, minors dni
Warnings: smut, hints at dark!Claire, pet-names, praise kink, degradation kink, fingering, oral, first time, virgin reader, legal age gap, power imbalance, mommy kink, begging, implied subspace
It's an open secret at the office that Governor Debella is paranoid.
If the extreme vetting process to just simply become an intern is anything to go by, the woman could use some relaxation time.
After all, a single intern hardly would have the ability to take down the political powerhouse that Governor Debella is.
Or, that's what you think anyhow.
You knew you had been lucky to land the job, the experience and credentials that will pad up your resume and qualifications that will come from working here, but some days, all you can think about is how stressed the top boss constantly is.
Being a people pleaser, being a people fixer, you started to stay late, wanting to get as much work done as possible.
Sure, you're only a low level entry personnel, but what you do helps free up time for those above you to focus on more important things.
After a few weeks of being the last one in the office, Governor Debella notices.
âDon't you have someone to get home to? A boyfriend, or a pet, or something?â
You nearly topple back in your seat, startled by your bossâs bossâs bossâs boss (seriously there's a chain of command here, and you're merely a bottom feeder) not having heard her approach from behind.
âGovernor!â You gasp, trying to recover. âUh- I don't- I live with a few roommates, but they never care if I'm there or not. We're all very busy.â
Governor Debella frowns, and crosses her arms.
âThere's no reason for you to be staying so late. You're an intern. You don't get paid overtime.â
You shrug.
âI don't have much else to do. Call it volunteer hours.â
(And god, doesn't that sound pathetic, especially because it's true.)
Her frown deepens.
âIt's illegal for you to stay and work without pay.â
âAre you telling me I need to start going home at quitting time?â
The words spill from your mouth before you can think them through.
There's a moment of silence, and for a second you could swear it's hesitation on Governor Debellaâs face.
âNo.â She says, after a beat too long.
There's another, much longer silence.
You hate the quiet, and you find yourself breaking it.
âThen, er, what do you want me to do?â
Governor Debella blinks, and it draws your attention to the dark bags underneath her tired silvery-blue eyes, her makeup must having had rubbed off enough for it to begin to show.
You suddenly realize that perhaps it's just as exhausting for her as it is for everyone else to deal with her stress and paranoia.
âWould you like some company while you work?â You offer, a gentleness in your tone that you hadn't made the decision to speak with. âI could clock out and then just⊠Sit in your office with you if you'd like. I know how empty the building feels when everyone has left.â
This time, you know you haven't imagined her hesitation.
âI'm under contract, anyhow, Governor. If there's an additional paper you need me to sign, for security reasons, well.â You shrug. âWhat's one more?â
Again, there's silence, and thenâŠ
âCall me Claire, if you're really willing to sit and do nothing for hours besides for staring at my office walls.â
You're a bit shocked she's accepted your offer, and you stumble over your response.
âI- oh. Uh⊠Okay, um. Claire.â
The governorâs lips twitch, as if she's hiding a smile.
âBut not tonight. I was just about to head out, which means you definitely should too. Security won't stick around once I leave, and the night shiftâŠâ Claire scowls. âI need to remember to get them replaced.â
It's the most you've ever heard her talk without snapping at someone to do something, let alone to you.
âIsn't that what your assistant is for? To remind you or to arrange that on your behalf?â
âThat's only if I remember to tell him.â Claire mutters, before shaking her head. âShut your computer down, you're not staying if I'm not in the building.â
She waits, hovering over your shoulder as you listen, and she walks with you out to the front of the building.
âYou didn't park in the lot?â She asks, when you start to head towards home.
You can feel your face flush.
âI uh⊠I don't exactly get paid enough to own a car.â You refuse to look at the older woman. âUsually I just walk back.â
âIt's two in the morning.â Claire sounds incredulous.
âI have pepper spray.â
âNo. You're not walking home anymore.â
Claire has her arms crossed again, and an all too familiar glare is being leveled at you.
Before now, you always thought it was an angry expression.
You're beginning to wonder if maybe it's a stubborn one instead.
You sigh.
âWell short of driving me home yoursel-â
âThat's exactly what I'm going to do.â
You barely manage to keep your jaw from dropping as Claire turns, clearly expecting you to follow her.
You suppose if you don't, you won't get too far before she can find you walking.
Or if not, possibly fire you over it tomorrow.
You push down your anxiety.
Don't worse case scenario. You scold yourself.
Claire drives a nondescript silver minivan.
âI have custody every other month.â She explains your unanswered question.
Ah, right.
Sometimes you forget that Claire just recently went through divorce, that she has two little ones to care for.
You remember how the media had dug it all up, how they aired her very private life for the public.
For a minivan, it's pretty nice.
When Claire turns on the car, a few loud notes play, before she quickly slams her palm against the knob that turns the car music on and off.
You raise an eyebrow, but don't say anything about it.
Instead you ask, âhow are they?â
âMy kids?â
She sounds mildly surprised as she reaches for her seatbelt.
âYeah.â
You click yours in as she replies.
âThey're⊠They're okay, all things considered.â
She puts the car in reverse, and you rattle off your address so she knows where she's headed.
Her nose wrinkles, and you're willing to bet it's because you don't live in a particularly nice area.
âYou had to hire shadows- uh, bodyguards for them, right?â
Claire's hands clench the wheel, turning her knuckles white.
âI don't know of any other governor who's had their children's lives threatened.â She practically growls. âIt scares them, but they won't say anything.â
âI'm sorry.â You murmur.
Claire glances at your pale face, and she takes a breath, forcing her body to relax.
âIt's not your fault.â She shakes her head. âThey're my kids. I'm their mother. I'm bound to be a bit overprotective.â
You choke back an unamused laugh.
âYou would hope.â
Claire gives you a quick look, before returning her full attention to the road.
âWhat makes you say that?â
Oh crap, you didn't mean to invite Claire to dig into your life.
âEr⊠My parents⊠They weren't the best.â You mumble.
Claire frowns, eyes still looking forward.
âHow old are you again?â
âTwenty-three.â
Claire hums.
âAnd how much are we paying you again?â
You rattle off the salary.
Claire hums again, and then there's silence for the rest of the short drive.
When she pulls up in front of your apartment, you say, âthis is it.â
You undo your seatbelt and open the door, moving to leave.
âI'll have the paperwork ready for you on your desk by lunch.â Claire says.
At your confused look she huffs.
âFor your extended night hours.â
Oh!
âRight, thank you. And thank you for the lift.â
Claire nods.
âIf you don't have those papers past lunch break, hound my assistant. Don't take no for an answer, I might not remember to let Brian know to expect you to be a bother.â
The word bother echoes around your head, and you swallow down sudden anxiety.
âSure thing. Good night, Governor-er- Claire.â
âGood night.â The other woman says, and you shut the passenger door firmly behind you as you sprint into your building.
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You do have to bother her assistant the next day, and the stack of papers Claire presents you with is frankly ridiculous, but you pull out a notepad, read them through, and write bullet points of what you're agreeing to.
You sign, and initial, and date.
And then you binder clip it all together and drop it with a fairly solid thud onto Brianâs desk.
âGovernor Debella will want these to be scanned and filed.â You say, even as an intern knowing the procedure for important documentation.
The man frowns at you.
âYou're not done.â Brain says, and then seemingly out of nowhere, produces another stack of papers.
You groan, but your impatience quickly disappears as you stare at the sheet of paper, towards the end of the stack, that says how much of a raise you're receiving for signing on to be Claireâs personal intern.
Claire's personal intern.
$47,000
That was $15k more than what you had been making.
What the fuck.
You sign the papers, and don't say a word.
Slowly, as the day progresses, people trickle out, until you're the last one in the main office.
Brain looks at you as he leaves, and nearly walks into a wall trying to maintain his stare.
You head towards Claire's office and knock on her door.
âCome in.â
She sounds frazzled, and you realize you haven't seen her flying around the office today as you normally do.
âEverything alright?â You ask, taking note of Claire's disheveled state.
âNo.â Is the simple answer you get, and you don't push as Claire continues to frantically scribble something out.
You glance around, familiarizing yourself with the private office you so rarely see the inside of, and take notice of a little seating area, with two arm chairs and a very comfortable looking couch.
In addition, there's what appears to be a bar cart, but it's filled with bottled water and sports drinks instead of alcohol, as well as a giant TV screen and what looks like a game console hooked up to it.
Somehow, you can't quite picture Claire playing video games while at work, and you have to wonder if perhaps she has ever been forced to watch one or both of her kids while working.
You don't want to become an annoyance, so instead of pacing the space, you choose to settle into one of the armchairs, curling up with one knee to your chest, the other dangling off the side of the chair.
You stare at the ceiling and let your mind wander as you examine the embedded ceiling lights.
âThis is fucking bullshit.â Claire suddenly growls, and the sound of a pen clattering against the plastic wood of her desk sounds through the room.
âWhat is?â You ask.
Claireâs head jerks up, and for a moment, she looks surprised.
âYou're so quiet.â She says. âI forgot you were here.â
You shrug, and don't say Iâm good at that, I've had a lot of practice growing up.
You do say, âI didn't want to be a distraction.â
Claire hums.
She does that a lot, you realize.
âWell, maybe instead I can bounce this off of you.â
She gestures for you to come around to her side of the desk, and you quickly skim over what appears to be a proposal for a bill.
âIs it even legal for me to be doing this?â You ask.
Out of the corner of your eye you see Claire shrugging.
âYou work for the government office this will be coming out from. It's not illegal, just out of the norm.â
You make a noise of understanding, going over the contents of it, frowning.
âWhatâs the problem with this?â You ask once you're finished giving the proposal a once-over.
Claire viciously stabs a single digit at some handwritten notes laying next to her keyboard.
âThis section, this sentence, this paragraph, this fucking word is wrong, but the thesaurus is being useless-â
âWhoa, whoa.â You slow down what was sure to be Claire spiraling into more stress. âWhat's the most important thing to fix here?â
Claire blinks, pauses, frowns, then flips through her notes.
âHere.â She finally decides. âThis entire section needs to be completely rewritten.â
You scroll to the right place on the computer screen and read it over more carefully.
âI'm pretty sure we can bullshit what you want to say here.â You murmur half to yourself. âIt shouldn't be too difficult, most of the framework is here, it's just about closing the loopholes and rewording things to be less polarizing.â
âYou make it sound so simple.â Claire grumps, leaning back in her chair and frowning as she crosses her arms.
You shrug.
âI bullshitted my fair share of essays, the difficult part to it is having a decent outline, which you already have.â
The other woman grumbles something under her breath before sitting up, shooing you away with a flick of her hand.
âAlright, well if it's that easy.â Her tone is disgruntled, but her fingers are already clacking against the keyboard, and you take that as your signal to return to the armchair you had been lazing about in.
At the end of the night, she drives you home again.
It becomes a routine.
For the next few months, Claire uses you as a sound board during the late hours, and you've taken to bringing either a book to read or an adult coloring book to do while you sit with her.
And then something big must have happened in her private life, because Claire is an absolute menace even to you one Monday, tearing through the office morale like a hot knife to butter.
You don't dare say a thing, even when she snaps at you later that night for being incompetent, and you just sit and take it.
She doesn't mean it personally.
You know that.
But by the time Thursday rolls around, her attitude hasn't changed, and you've found yourself retreating, becoming as small and invisible as possible in an attempt to spare yourself from Claireâs wrath.
You hear shuffling from where you're curled up on the couch, and you look up, and find Claire downing a shot, a bottle of amber liquid sitting on her desk.
âI know I've been an ass.â She says when she catches your eye.
âYou've been stressed.â You excuse.
Claire shakes her head.
âThere are better ways of releasing steam.â
âWell what do you usually do?â
You think this must be the first conversation all week that Claire is having civilly.
âAnd I haven't been able to do either.â She complains.
âWell, er. I could- I could help. If you wanted. To- um. To destress, I- I mean.â
You don't know why those words left your mouth, and the moment they do, you can feel your face heat up.
Sure, you've begun to have the occasional fantasy or wet dream about your boss, but that wasn't the same thing as implying you'd have sex with her.
HR is going to have a field day with you.
You're going to be fired.
You bury your face into your hands, and when Claire gently brushes her fingers against your back, you jump.
You hadn't heard her move.
âLook at me.â She softly says, and you shiver at how low her voice is pitched.
âThere's a good girl.â She smiles as you listen, and the pulse of heat that shoots down your spine makes you feel dizzy.
Her hand comes up to cup your face, angling it upwards and forcing you to meet her eyes.
âDo you mean it, baby?â She asks, and you shiver at the pet-name, biting your lip as you grow more aroused. âYou'll help mommy destress?â
Your eyes widen at the title Claire has bestowed upon herself, and you flush with embarrassment as the whine you've been fighting to keep down slips out through your mouth and escapes.
Your boss chuckles.
âSuch a sweet thing. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, offering to stay so late with me, did you?â
You frown, confused, despite your ever growing arousal.
âWh-what do you mean?â
Claire smiles, but it's a sharp thing that causes gooseflesh to erupt along your arms.
âPlease, doll. I've seen the way you look at me. And we both know how aware you are of how⊠Lonely, I have been.â
Her hand reaches out, and she brushes her knuckles gently against your cheek.
âSay yes.â
Her voice is pitched low, and it makes you shiver.
âSay yes to mommy, and I promise, you'll never have to worry about a thing again.â
Perhaps it should be your sign to leave right now, the possessiveness that practically drips from the governor's tone, but all it does is empty your head of thought.
âYes.â You breathlessly say. âYes, I'll help mommy destress.â
âGood girl.â She purrs, and when your lips part to allow a moan to tumble out, Claire gently presses against your tongue with two fingers.
When you stay still, frozen and unsure of what the older woman wants you to do, she furrows her brow and withdraws her fingers.
âHave you ever had sex before, honey?â
Immediately you can feel heat rise to your cheeks as you shake your head, shame rising in your throat.
âI- I'm a virgin.â You whisper, tripping over your words. âThis is my first timeâŠâ
You trail off, embarrassed.
âOh, sweetheart.â Claire coos, her eyes sparking with something that makes you feel a bit like her prey. âBudge over.â She says.
Mindlessly, you obey, scooting all the way down, and Claire settles back against the arm of the couch, and she lazily smiles at you as she slowly, tantalizingly spreads her legs.
You had no idea a suit skirt could stretch so much.
You had no idea how well it could hide the fact that Claire wasn't wearing any underwear either.
âTeach me how to make you feel good.â You're flooded by a sudden need to please this woman spread out before you, a sudden desire to watch her come undone because of you. âShow me how to touch you.â You beg. âPlease.â
Claire chuckles deeply.
âYou're going to be so perfect for me, baby.â She husks out, and you can feel how your pussy pulses, leaking wetness against the material of your underwear.
Unlike Claire, you're wearing a pair.
A niggling feeling of regret bothers you.
You wish you were easily accessible for your boss.
You want her to ruin you.
âCome here, honey.â Claire beckons you with a single finger, and you're obedient, crawling until you hover over her.
She reaches her hands up, and oh so gently cups your face with her hands, guiding your head downwards until your lips are just millimeters apart.
One of her thumbs softly brushes over your cheek, moving back and forth in a soothing sweeping motion, and her silvery-blue eyes gaze deep into your own.
The moment stretches, and you grow impatient of waiting, and despite your heart hammering against your ribcage, you close the miniscule gap between your lips and hers.
They're so fucking soft.
Claire isn't your first kiss by any means, but you deeply wish it were.
You're moaning into her mouth like you're a slut, and when Claire enters your own with her tongue, it's all you can do to keep yourself from falling atop of her as your limbs go weak.
Languidly, you make out with your boss, and as you do so, one of her knees makes its way between the apex of your thighs.
When you instinctively buck into the touch, Claire pulls away, and breathlessly laughs at you.
âRemember, doll. This is about mommy, not about you.â
Your head is spinning from the lack of oxygen.
You whimper, and bite your lip.
Her expression softens, and she reaches up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear.
âDidn't mommy say that as long as you're with me, I'll see to all your needs? Make me feel good, and I promise, you'll get a reward, sweet thing.â
You drop your head against her shoulder, and the whine that escapes you causes Claire to reach up and stroke at your hair.
âLet me show you how to touch mommy, baby. Let me show you how she likes to be pleasured.â
It's not fair, you think. No one woman should have the right to say things like that in such a husky sounding voice.
Your pussy throbs.
You lift your head up, and shift your weight, settling back so that you're straddling Claire.
âPlease mommy, teach me.â You beg, and the older woman groans at the plain desperation that drips from your tone. âTeach me how to make you scream for your baby.â
At the word âscreamâ, Claire's eyes light up, something that simultaneously sends a shiver of fear through your body, but also a shiver of anticipation.
âYou want to make mommy scream, doll? Get off, and I'll show you how.â
Gracelessly you tumble off of Claire and onto the floor, and she shakes her head as she laughs.
âYouâre adorable, sweetheart.â
She stands, and as she walks back to her desk, she strips, carelessly leaving her clothes crumbled on the floor.
As she settles back into her leather seat, she spreads her legs wide in a clear order.
Her gaze feels intense as she watches you wobble over to her, before you collapse, dropping to your knees, your legs unable to continue to support your weight.
Your head spins as the scent of Claireâs arousal overwhelms you, and you look up at your boss with wide, pleading eyes.
She chuckles, and her hand comes down to pet your hair, before they tangle and tug at you.
âM-mommy!â You protest. âI still don't know what to do!â
Claire groans, but she doesn't stop guiding you forward.
âYou're smart, doll. I'm sure you can figure it out.â
You whimper, but don't protest further, and then the older woman's cunt is directly in your face, and you're powerless as you stick your tongue out hesitantly.
You give her a taste test.
The wetness that is slowly dripping from Claire is a bit salty, but mostly, it just tastes musky.
It isn't bad.
It's just⊠New.
You give Claireâs pussy a few more tiny little licks, trying to acclimate to her taste, and she tightens her hold on your hair.
âI thought you wanted to make mommy scream.â She bites out, yanking you flush against her pulsing center. âSo do it. Mommy needs to relax, and you're going to help.â
Helplessly, you do as Claire commands, and you start lapping at her earnestly.
When she lets out an unrestrained moan above you, you can't help but moan in return, and Claire gasps.
She yanks your head back, her chest heaving slightly, pupils blown wide.
âI never thought you could make such sweet noises, baby.â She breathlessly says.
You feel heat rushing to your face, and Claire's free hand grips your chin when you try to look away.
âNeither did I.â You whisper, ashamed.
Claire tsks.
âNone of that now, honey, mommy wants to hear you again. Moan for me.â
Your mouth drops open, and your mind goes blank as you try to process your bossâs demand.
Her grip tightens.
âI said moan for me, bitch.â
It tumbles involuntarily from your mouth, loud and uncontrolled, and Claire's grip on your chin turns painfully.
âDoes that turn you on? For mommy to degrade you like the little fucking slut you are?â
The noise you make in response causes Claireâs eyes to glint as she smirks.
âWho knew beneath all that innocence was a whore.â She coos, before jerking your head forward in a clear demand.
You eat her out for what feels like ages, the taste of Claire filling your senses, and you grow progressively lightheaded.
You find your thoughts slipping away as you become utterly focused on not letting one drop of your bossâs wetness to escape your tongue, and you find your hands keeping her legs spread apart as you become more eager in your ministrations.
You feel drunk as Claire begins to make higher and higher pitched noises until finally, she goes so high, it's a shrill thing that your ears can barely withstand, and there's a wetness soaking your face that isn't from how vigorously you had been pleasuring her.
She hasn't told you to stop, though, and you find yourself not wanting to regardless, so you continue to lap at her until she harshly jerks your head away.
âEnough.â She pants, eyes closed, chest heaving. âEnough.â
Your head spins, and you feel dizzy as you stare, memorized by the woman above you.
You open your mouth, aware there's something you want to ask, but you can't seem to conjure enough words in your mind to even speak them aloud.
Silvery-blue eyes open, and the most self satisfied smirk you have ever seen curls at the edges of Claireâs lips.
âHow precious.â She murmurs, before sticking her heeled foot out.
You hadn't noticed that despite shedding her clothes, the older woman had kept her shoewear on.
âWhy don't you make yourself feel good, and put on a pretty show for mommy, hm?â
You slowly close your mouth, becoming aware it's been hanging open, and give your boss a confused look.
Claire sighs.
âThat's right, you really don't have any experience. Could have fooled me, with how well you've made me cum, doll.â
You flush, uncertain if it's from the praise or from the degradation.
You watch as Claire carefully stands, and you're startled when she hisses, her left leg buckling from how loose and relaxed her muscles have become.
âStrip.â Claire orders, her knuckles white from how hard she's clutching at her desk. âAnd then lay back on the couch.â
You scramble, tugging your shirt off as you simultaneously attempt to undo the button of your pants, and you wind up tripping, falling to the floor.
Claire's laughter causes your face to heat up.
âLooks like my baby needs my help, hm?â She giggles, toeing off her heels so that she can walk properly.
You whine, and can feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes with embarrassment.
âAw, sweetheart.â Claire pouts. âMommy thinks you're cute for being so eager. No need to be so sad over it.â
You whine again, but slowly force yourself to sit up.
âMommy.â You whimper. âJusâ wanted to feel good.â
The older womanâs amused expression visibly softens, and warm hands reach for you.
You stand with Claire's help, and she almost reverently helps you undress, gently kissing each newly revealed piece of skin.
âLook at this beautiful body, honey. Just so perfect for me.â
Unable to bear the compliment, you choose instead to bury your head against the upper part of Claire's chest.
She coos, and runs her fingers through your hair.
âOh, sweet thing. Is my baby feeling shy?â
You nod against her, noticing the soft smell of vanilla.
You've never noticed it before.
You had thought it was maybe the air refresher in Claire's office, but no.
It's her.
Your head spins.
And you're so wet.
Claire's laugh rumbles against you, and she easily guides you towards the couch.
You only grow steadily redder as she pulls your legs apart, kissing her way up from one ankle, and then kisses her way back down the other, over and over until you're squirming with your need.
âMommy, please!â You cry.
Claire groans, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments, before she pulls you close, hooking your legs over her shoulders.
When she noses at your clit, your hands find her hair, and she tsks.
âNo, doll. I won't reward you if you pull at my hair.â
Reluctantly, you release your grip, and bury your fingers against the cushion of the couch instead.
âGood girl.â Claire praises, and you moan softly in response.
When her tongue presses against you, you shudder at the new sensation.
It's wet and warm and slightly rough, andâ
âOh, fuck!â You cry out. âFuck, mommy!â
Claire's hands harshly grip at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you whimper, but she continues to lavish her tongue over your clit, and you begin to squirm in earnest.
You've masterbated plenty of times, and have a few toys in your bedside drawer, but that is nothing compared to the older womanâs touch.
Within a few minutes, you're already near orgasm, and you chase the release, fighting the urge to bring your hands back up to tangle into Claire's hair.
And then right when you're about to reach that high, the moment before the waves of pleasure can overwhelm you, she pulls away, and you loudly sob.
âNo, please.â You gasp.
Claire smirks, and you whimper at how lustful her gaze is, at how your wetness glistens on the bottom half of her face.
âYou want to cum, baby?â She mocks you, pouting. âYou want mommy to let you feel good? Then beg for it. I need to hear my cute little doll ask for permission first.â
You whimper.
âPlease, mommy.â You can feel tears start to gather with how badly you want this. âPlease let your baby cum, I wanna cum for you, I wanna feel good, please, please, please!â
âHmâŠâ Claire hums.
âPlease.â The tears start to roll down your cheeks. âI wanna to cum, mommy. I want you to make me cum, please.â
You let out a sob of desperation when a single digit finds your swollen clit, and lightly begins to circle it.
âPlease.â You whisper, your voice getting caught in your throat.
For a moment, you think your boss is going to deny you, and you open your mouth to continue to beg, when instead you gasp, two of Claireâs fingers suddenly stretching you open.
You let out a high pitch noise when she curls the digits, pleasure burning through you, and you buck your hips.
âMommy, mommy, mommy!â You chant, unable to form any other thought, let alone words.
âCum for me, princess.â Claire softly orders, and as if your body was designed to obey her every desire, you convulse, a scream tearing it's way from your throat as she continues to finger fuck you, the gushing wetness weeping from your pussy causing a squelching noise, and you writhe as you ride the high.
âFuck, baby.â Claire groans. âI want you to come for me again.â
You squirm desperately, the aftershocks still pulsing through you, but Claire is stronger than your now limp body, and she thumbs at your clit, sending electric waves up your spine, causing your back to arch painfully.
âFUCK!â You cry out, unable to control your volume, and you can barely hear Claire's responding moan over the static in your ears as a new wave of ecstasy crashes over you.
You're gasping for air with how it steals your breath away, and when Claire collapses on top of you, you gladly welcome it, despite how it further suffocates your lungs of oxygen.
She smells so good. You think as you start to come back to your senses.
The scent of vanilla is still prominent, but it's now mixed with the smell of Claireâs sweat.
Somehow, it's more appealing.
The smell of sex still hangs heavy in the air, and you throb as your body unfairly grows more aroused again.
âMommy.â You whisper.
Claire groans, burying her head further against your neck.
âYou smell so good, princess.â She says. âAnd you look so beautiful when I fuck your brains out.â
A whimper catches in the back of your throat.
Claire finally moves, shifting until she's sitting upright, and you don't think she's ever looked as enthralling as does now.
Her cheeks are flushed, and you can clearly see faint freckles that are usually hidden under a layer of makeup that Claire must have sweated off, and her hair has gone from stick straight to gentle waves, a halo of frizz framing her face.
You lose yourself in her eyes, at how she smiles so tenderly as she helps you up and to the private attached bathroom in her office.
âLet's get cleaned up, doll.â She says, and you grin goofily at her.
Your head is still spinning.
She giggles, a light sound that makes you join in once a light snort causes her to double over.
âYou're so cute.â She smiles, and you obediently spread your legs when she taps your thigh.
She gently runs the wash cloth in her hand over the sticky residue of your arousal, and you flinch every time she passes over your clit.
âYouâre still so sensitive.â She breathes out. âDid mommy not satisfy you, doll? Do you want mommy to keep going until it hurts for me to?â
âI- ah!â You cry out when Claire firmly swipes the cloth over your swollen bud. âI just want to be good.â
Claire peers up at you, and you hold your breath as she weighs your words.
âNext time then, maybe.â She decides, and you aren't sure if your shoulders slump with relief or disappointment.
She finishes cleaning you up, before moving on to herself, telling you to wait as she does so.
You watch as her back muscles move with her motions, and you can't resist the urge to kiss them, to nip at them.
Who knew the governor would have such fairly well defined muscles?
âBaby.â Claire warns.
âMmm⊠Mommy.â You reply, before darting the tip of your tongue out against her warm skin.
âBaby, if you want to go home, you'll stop.â
âBut you're so pretty. I can't help it.â
Claire turns around, shaking her head.
âYou're adorable, honey. Come on, let's get dressed so we can head home.â
Claire has to help you into your shirt and pants, and you don't notice when she pockets your underwear instead of giving it back to you when she spots it under the couch.
Before you leave, your boss insists on watching you drink a glass of water, predicting you'll be too tired to do so once she drops you off at home, expressing how important it is to her that you take care of yourself.
By the time you get to her car, you're stumbling with exhaustion, beginning to crash as the endorphin high wears off.
You can't keep your eyes open once she starts driving, and when you let out a huge yawn, Claire glances at you.
âGo to sleep, baby.â She soothingly says. âI'll wake you up when we get home.â
You're used to listening when she asks you of something, and so you don't think twice as you finally allow your eyes to stay close, and you drift off, Claire's warm hand on your thigh.
Summary: Never would you imagine your boss using a dating app and you definitely would never imagine matching with her.
Warnings: Smut, oral ( r receiving), fingering, strap-on (r receiving), legal age-gap, also sleeping with your boss is morally wrong
Word count: 2.8k
18+ Only, MINORS DNI
Your thumb hovers over the screen in your dark bedroom on a Saturday night. The only source of light comes from the cellphone that is currently opened on a new dating app your friends made you download. Never would you think you'd see your boss of all people on said app.
Natasha Romanoff, 36.
The red X and green check mark stare back at you.
You've known Natasha for about 3 years, though before recently it was only in passing. She's an acquaintance of your mom's and has been over to your house a few times for parties but there were always so many people around you never had a chance to really talk with her.
It was 3 months ago when you got fired from your old job due to not finding someone to cover your shift when you had an exam, poor planning on your part but you tried your best to fix the situation. One night your mom had Natasha over for dinner and mentioned you were looking for a job.
Natasha told you her current assistant was gonna be out on maternity leave and she needed someone to step in temporarily. You were a bit hesitant at first, Natashaâs company is prominent and you werenât sure if you were ready for that type of responsibility yet. But when she mentioned just how much you'd be getting paid and that you would have plenty of free time throughout the day when she's in meetings to study or finish assignments for class, you would be dumb not to take the job.
The only downside is you're a bit shy around people in general but Natasha was a whole different level. Very rarely can you form a sentence when she's in the room.
You've always found Natasha insanely beautiful, sneaking glances at her when she isn't looking, taking in how her body fits into certain clothing.
You slid through her photos once again. A mirror selfie of her in a skin-tight black dress, another with her best friend/business partner Steve Rogers. That's it, two photos.
A small part of you wonders if it's actually her or a catfish just happening to use photos of your hot boss. But the little blue check mark next to her name gives you your answer.
Your chew on your bottom lip as you debate on swiping right or left.
Your attraction to the older woman makes her so much more intimidating. But you're honestly curious to see if maybe by an off chance you could match her.
You suck in a deep breath before swiping right and releasing again but soon you're choking on nothing when the big âIt's a Match!â pops up on your screen.
Frozen in your spot you stare at your selfie beside Natasha's.
This has to be a dream.
Immediately closing out the app you toss your phone on the bed.
This is insane you rub your hands over your face.
There's no way Natasha has looked at you the way you look at her.
Why would she swipe right on you? Was it just an accident?
Suddenly there's a buzz.
You slowly pick up our phone.
"Natasha sent you a new message!"
You can't stop yourself from clicking the notification immediately.
"Well I didn't take you as the type to look for hookups online"
You stare at the screen, she actually messaged you, this wasn't an accident.
You reply
"I could say the same about you"
The three dots immediately pop up so you don't close out the app.
"My friend set this up for me, she found her 'perfect partner' on here"
"Wow a relationship started from a dating app, it's your modern love story" you reply.
You spend the rest of your night talking with Natasha till she taps out for bed at 2am.
The next day at 3pm you receive a text from Natasha asking how your day was going which lead to texting all day and well into the night.
At one point the conversation steers towards your photos. The first being a selfie, the sun giving you that perfect golden hour glow, the second is a photo you took in your bedroom while positioning your phone against a potted plant, a way to show off your outfit and get a good photo. The 3rd, a photo of you and your friend hugging each other while you smile at the camera.
In the years of knowing Natasha never had you had such an easy conversation with her. It was a lot easier to think of a reply when her green eyes aren't boring into yours.
When Monday comes around you feel nervous, and your stomach feels empty but full of air. No matter how many pep talks you give yourself you can't shake that uncomfortable feeling.
It only worsens when you step into the elevator and wait anxiously to arrive at your floor.
Will she mention the conversations or even acknowledge anything?
Will she take one look at you and find you're not worth it and ghost you?
When the elevator door opens you're met with the usual emptiness. The floor only consisted of your desk right across from the elevator and Natasha's office which is behind a closed door.
She usually has it opened since it's just the two of you on that floor and you're as quiet as a mouse.
When the door is open you get a perfect view of the older woman sitting at her desk looking stressed but so incredibly delicious.
You set your things down before starting up your computer. in the meantime you make your way over to Natasha's door, taking a deep breath, filling the still nervous filled belly with air, you knock.
"Good morning Ms. Romanoff." you say smiling politely at her.
Natasha is standing over her desk picking up and only reading the names on the manilla folders on her desk.
"Good morning y/n" she looks up at you, her face as expressionless as always.
You make your way over to the coffee machine in her office, hyper aware of her eyes following you.
"That's a gorgeous dress." she says.
You look over your shoulder to catch her eyes lingering on your ass.
"Thank you" you smile.
You leave the coffee to brew as you both fall into your usual routine.
Never does Nat mention the app or the past day and a half you two spent messaging each other.
It's not till Friday after texting each other every day after work does Natasha finally mentions seeing each other outside of work.
"Do you have any plans for tonight?" She questions coolly.
"None, why?" You respond.
"I'm making (your favorite food) tonight if you want to come over?"
You can't help the smile that tugs on your lips.
"Alright." you nod.
"Do you remember where my house is?" She asks. Youâd gone over once with your mom for Natashaâs birthday party. You remember being bored out of your mind when your mom ditched you to talk to a few friends.
"I think but still send me the address just in case" you respond as you get your things together.
"Ok then I'll see you at 8" her eyes rank over your body before she turns to return to her office.
After gathering your things you rush home to prepare yourself for dinner with Natasha.
After showering and any extra maintenance you pick out a causal thin strapped silk dress that hugs your curves at lands mid-thigh.
When you arrive at Natasha's house it's 8 on the dot, you debate waiting in the car for a bit so you don't look so eager but you realize how ridiculous that sounds and make your way up the driveway.
Natasha opens her front door a couple seconds after your ring the doorbell.
"I promise I wasn't just waiting by the door" she says making you laugh softly.
"I wasn't thinking that" you says with a smile as you step inside and you two greet each other with a cheek kiss.
"Wow, your house is still as beautiful as I remember it" your eyes rank up the massive staircase and crystal chandelier. She thanks you.
"You look amazing y/n" she says in a tone that makes you forget to breathe.
"I- uh Thank you, so do you" you stutter a bit.Â
"Let's get dinner started or else I'll just stay here staring at you all night" Natasha laughs and leads you to her dining room.
Dinner goes by smoothly, and you mentally applaud yourself for being able to hold an actual intelligent conversation with a woman who's 15 years your senior.
You're helping her pick up when she questions "why did you swipe right on me?"
You swallow at that "I- it was kind of a no brainer no? I mean" you find yourself rubbing your hands together in nervousness. âLook at you. You're gorgeous and so- so confident, you carry this thing around you like no matter who else is in the room all eyes will sill gravitate towards you" Natasha sends you a warm smile and you feel your cheeks starting to heat up.
"Why did you swipe right on me?" You ask.
"I was curious about you, you're gorgeous that alone had me interested but you're so quiet. I never know what's going on in that pretty little head. It intriguing"
Natasha Romanoff is intrigued by you.
You're certain your dreaming now.
"I'm glad we matched" she says making a smile form at the corner of your mouth.
"Yeah?" You ask.
Natasha nods stepping closer to you. "why?" You ask your voice barely above a whisper as nerves pick at your throat.
"Because now I can finally do this" she says just before grabbing your waist and pulling you towards her, meeting you in a kiss.
Her lips are soft and you open your mouth to her allowing your tongues to meet, you can't help the small moan that escapes you.
You can feel Natasha's hand gripping your waist making you so hot but before things can escalate Natasha pulls away. Her forehead rests against yours. "Let's go upstairs?" She waits for you to nod before pulling away and grabbing your hand.
You walk with her through the house, upstairs to her bedroom.
She leads you to the bed where you sit looking up at her awaiting. She looks down at you with dark eyes as she skillfully pulls down the zipper at the back of her dress.
You eagerly help her slip it off her shoulders and past her breast making you groan. You shove the dress past the width of her hips before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra.
When her breast is bare your eyes look up to meet her as you slowly lean forward and draw your tongue over her nipple. She holds your gaze with her mouth agape as you suck, lick and nip before moving on to the other breast.
Her hands slide your thin dress straps down your shoulders as you're preoccupied with placing kisses on her soft breast. Your dress slips down, falling to pool around your hips.
Natasha takes in your naked top half with a whisper of "fuck" You release her tit when Natasha leans down and quickly takes one of your tits into her warm wet mouth while her fingers play with the other. A moan falls past your lips, and your fingers find her soft hair.
She pulls her mouth away from your chest allowing the cool air to hit your nipples that are glossed in her saliva.
She glides her hands along the sides of your body towards your underwear, tugging it off to leave you completely bare.
"God" she breathes out "better than I imagined" you moan at her words and reach out to her. She complies blanketing herself over your breast to breast and you capture her mouth in a hot kiss.
She trails kisses along your neck making you groan "please" you beg.
"What do you want?" She questions her breath hitting your ear and sending a jolt of arousal throughout your body.
"Whatever you want" you gasp out when you feel her knee press over your cunt. "Do whatever you want to me" you say.
Natasha groans in your ear before slipping down your body and roughly grabbing your knees to spread your legs.
You gasp when her hot tongue meets your throbbing clit before slowly flicking it up. She delves in every lick m and suck is perfectly calculated to have you gasping for air.
You feel her tongue at your core and it makes you want to scream when she pulls away. "Don't stop please" you reach out for her head which makes her chuckle.
"I'm not gonna stop" she kisses your inner thigh as her middle fingers work their way into your core. "Especially not after I've waited so long to hear you scream"
Her other hand reaches up to wipe away the strands of hair sticking to your face as she slowly starts pumping her fingers in and out of you.
"God you're so wet" she groans and you become painfully aware of the foul soaking sounds that fill the air.
Your eyes catch sight of her glorious breast that bounces with each thrust she makes as she picks up the pace.
You find yourself taking your bottom lip between your teeth which Natasha isn't happy about. She reaches for you mouth to tug the plump lip loose.
"I need to hear you" she says before curling her fingers and sending you over the edge.
Your loud moans fill the room as your back arches off the bed to which Natasha takes as an offering and sucks a tit into her mouth.
"God" you gasp reaching for her, running your fingers through her hair.
Natasha pulls her fingers from your cunt's tight grip and purposely meets your eyes as she sucks your juices clean off her fingers.
"I want to fuck you" she says leaning closer to press her forehead against yours "can I fuck you baby?" Her voice is so sickly sweet, that not a soul could resist her.
immediately you nod "whatever you want" you say making the older woman smirk at you.
Then your body is left cold as she gets up from the bed and disappears into her walk-in closet.
You wait not more than 20 seconds before she walks back out with a strap.
You're leaning up on you elbows as you watch the woman approach you.
Her hands spread your legs as she holds eye contact with you, with her right hand she grabs the strap and teases your slit rubbing the tip from your entrance to your clit and back making you gasp at the contact.
"Ready?" She asks
You smile up at her and nod, Natasha pushes the faux dick in all the way in one stroke making you drop onto your back.
You fill so fully with her strap being a perfect size.
"God Nat please" you gasp. She starts an achingly slow pace as she smiles down at you. "You've never called me Nat before"
You don't respond, only a bit aware of the words leaving her mouth but more focused on the cock slipping in and out with much ease.
"Faster" you breathe "please" Natasha nods and picks up the pace a notch, just enough to have you reaching for the sheets to fist into your hands "how about that?"
When you don't respond she lifts your leg to fuck impossibly deeper "hm?" She hums
"Yes god please" your eyes are becoming heavy but the image of Natasha on top of you is far too delicious to look away.
She picks up the pace and your eyes are drawn to the bounce of her breast again as she takes you.
"Fuck Nat" you moan out.
One hand remains on your hip with the other comes up to grip your tit making you arch your back into her hand.
"You gonna cum?"
All you can do is nod with your mouth agape as you look into your boss's eyes. The hand on your tit now travels down to rub circles on your clit.
"Cum for me" she whispers and almost as if she cast a spell and your body must comply a wave of euphoria washes over your body once again.
"That's right, let go" she murmurs but it goes in one ear and out the other as you're on a totally different planet.
A few seconds later you're back in bed with the woman you've admired for years as she meets your lips in a passionate kiss before sliding the cock from your cunt.
"I'm glad we matched you," you say breathless making the woman next to you let out a chuckle
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A/N
hope you enjoyed! I have an idea for a part two but idk if ill write it :/
a/n: here is the Jessica Jones smut absolutely no one asked for!! This is actually my first time writing wlw smut so please forgive me if its not too polished. As always any feedback is v appreciated, as well as any reblogs or likes!
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A rather restless sleep is easily awoken by a hand running down your arm. You make a small groaning noise as you come around and fully wake up. It is still pitch black, save for the lights of Hellâs Kitchen streaming through the window. Damn, you must have fallen asleep before she came home.
âJess?â You mumble, just about making out the silhouette of your girlfriend leaning over you in the darkness.
âHoney, Iâm home.â She half-heartedly, fully-sarcastically sings, pushing a stray piece of hair from your forehead. You go to reach for the lamp on your side of the bed, but Jessica grabs your hand and entangles your fingers.
âHow did it go?â You ask sleepily, your free hand wiping a bit of sleep from the inside corner of your eye. You glance at the little digital clock over on Jessâ side of the bed: 4:07AM.Â
âGreat, yeah. Fine.â She says it too cheerily, and you know Jess far too well to believe her. You suddenly feel the stronger urge to get the lamp on.
âAre you hurt? What happened?â You manage to pull your hand away to prop yourself up, head now resting against the headboard. You reach once more for the lamp switch, but Jess grabs you once more.
âDonât.â She orders, voice demanding yet pleading all at the same time and your heart sinks, knowing this means she got hurt, âIâm fine.â
âThen let me see.â You respond, your usual streak of stubbornness only heightened by the unknown level of hurt Jess was. You were quick and swift, enough to manoeuvre and grab the lamp switch.Â
Jess winced, both because of the sudden brightness ripping her pupils to tiny dots and the telling off she was undoubtedly going to get from you when you saw the blood on her face.
âOh my god! Jess! Youâre-â
âBleeding, yes. I know. Itâs just a scratch, y/n.â
Her words are sharp and would have hurt had you not expected them. Jessica always gets snappy when sheâs hurt. Or, more accurately, when she feels weak.
You lean closer, and despite Jessâ squirming manage to get a closer look. There are a few marks of blood and mud on her cheek and nose, which sheâd clearly tried to rub off before getting home, and she has a small cut on her lip, but the deep gash splitting her right eyebrow in two was what was concerning you.
âItâs nothing.â She spits, trying to swat your hand away like an annoying fly.Â
âLet me help you!â Your teeth are gritted now as you try to restrain Jessica but it is obviously in vain. She is too strong for you and grabs both your wrists easily. Now, the two of you are face to face, inches away from each other. Jessicaâs stare is intense and you want to squirm under it. Somehow, you stay strong. Defiant, even.Â
âI donât. Need. Help.â She emphasises, letting go of both your wrists harshly on the last word. They donât hurt, but you rub them anyway, hoping to make Jess feel at least a little bad for snapping at you.
Looking back at her with a frown, you can actually see the injury now. A deep cut across her eyebrow and up her forehead, still bleeding. It looked bad, but hopefully not bad enough for stitches. Definitely needed cleaning up with more than the splash of whiskey it smelled like Jess had thrown onto it.
Jess sighs, hating seeing you look so miserable on account of her temper. You were both as stubborn as each other, especially when Jess was hurt. You needed to help her and she certainly didnât need helping, both of you absolutely sure that your statement was fact.Â
âIm-â
âDonât. Donât apologise, just let me clean you up.â
Wordlessly, Jess leaves the bedroom and you know you have won, even if she wonât say it aloud. Youâre already wearing her t-shirt and donât bother with anything other than your underwear as you throw on some socks and follow her to her desk. She knows the drill by now; you two have done this dance so many times that Jess knows to sit on her chair and direct the little office lamp to whatever body part the most severe injury was first. She has already done so by the time youâre at the desk, extensive Jessica-Jones-Is-Working-Tonight First Aid Kit in hand.Â
Jessâ face isnât unlike thunder, her jaw tense and eyes unblinkingly following you get the supplies out of the box. When she sees you pull out the bottle of antiseptic, she groans and rummages through her desk drawer for her bottle of whiskey. You roll your eyes, though there is the smallest of smiles gracing your lips. Typical Jess. Your typical Jess, no matter how much her complete disregard for her own safety drove you up the wall.Â
You douse a cotton wool bud in the antiseptic, leaning closer to Jessâ forehead. Your lips are a hair away from her nose as you lean forwards, almost at a full right angle. Jess sighs, grabbing your hips and pulling them closer until the only thing you could do was open your legs to allow her knee through.Â
âSit.â She demanded, cocking a brow very briefly and tapping her thigh. You roll your eyes again and scoff, but Jessâ expression is unmoving.
âYouâre hurt.â You state simply, attempting to crouch awkwardly now to see the injury properly.Â
âYes, on my head, not my lap. So, sit.â She is grouchy, but youâre more than used to that.Â
You donât move, feeling every bit as stubborn as she is being. You know exactly where this will go if you keep letting Jessica get her way, and it doesn't involve a bandage, cup of warm milk and a good night's sleep.Â
âJess, Iâm not-â
âFor fucks sake, y/n, Iâm not going to break!â She snaps, grasping your hips and forcing them down, so that you are straddling her lap. The sudden pressure on your clit jolts up your spine, but you just about manage to push the thought away to stare at Jess, open mouthed, brain whirring to find the right thing to say.Â
âI⊠I didnât say you were going to break. I just thought-â
âWell donât. Stop thinking. Stop talking, justâŠâ Before you can even start to predict Jessâ next order, her hand is on your jaw, thumb and finger squeezing your cheeks and forcefully pulling your lips to her. Your resistance lasts about a second, before youâre exploring her mouth with just as much ferocity as she is yours, an ever so slight metallic tang on your tongue that you recognise as blood. You would protest, demand that she sort out her bloody lip, but her hands are pushing her t-shirt up your body and gripping your hips so that her fingerprints leave little red marks on your skin. She guides you down onto her thigh, the tightness in your core building as the silk of your panties rubs against your cunt delightfully. You canât help but moan into Jessâ mouth and she knows that she has won.
Your hands reach for the zipper on Jessâ jeans but she swats your hand away, ripping them open herself and carelessly pushing them down her leg, not even bothering to take her boots off. A hand snakes to cup your pussy as Jess guides you to standing and breaks the kiss for long enough to snatch your panties away, exposing just how wet she can get you in such a short amount of time. Her touch is too fleeting.Â
She notices with a smirk, pushing your now naked cunt onto her bare thigh and catching your bottom lip between her teeth and biting down hard. You whimper, feeling the pain in your lip and the white hot pleasure of your clit grinding on Jess pulling your body apart like opposing magnets.Â
âYou donât take care of me, princess. I take care of you. Got it?â She grinds out, jaw tense as her eyes flick over your body, the sight of you dripping onto her thigh in nothing but her t-shirt enough to make her growl.Â
You try to nod as she grabs your face again, running her tongue across your bottom lip and opening your mouth with her tongue. A moan escapes your throat, your hips beginning to grind needily and instinctively.
âWho takes care of you?â She asks, darkened eyes roaming your pretty little face as you writhe under her grip.
âY-You do.â You whimper, feeling your core tightening to dizzying levels as your clit throbs against Jessâ pale thigh. You need her to touch you or else you may crack under the pressure, youâre sure.
âGood girl.â The praise causes you to clench on nothing and Jess feels the twitch. Her hand floats towards your heat and you finally think youâre getting your way, but she stops, hovering.
âJess, pleaseâŠâ you mewl, bucking your hips towards her to try and catch her fingers against you. She pulls back.
âRide me, princess.â Jess whispers, filling one of her hands with a harsh grip of your ass and pulling you forward. You hesitate, remembering for a moment how you got here in the first place. She might have you drooling on her lap like her little pet right now, but she was still injured.
Ever the observer of your many faces, Jess grunts at you, grabbing you by the throat and pressing on just the right spots.Â
âI said ride me. Stop treating me like Iâm fucking fragile and fuck me.âÂ
She squeezes the handful of your ass and guides your hips across her leg. You want to protest, you really do, but youâre going lightheaded and god damn it you want to cum down your girlfriends leg.Â
Jess is rough with you, but you can take it. The friction between the two of you is too much and not enough all at once. You need more, need her, but your bratty whining and begging doesnât seem to be working.
âPlease, take care of me. I need you, Jess. I need you to take care of meâŠâ youâre practically crying, coming apart right on top of her as she pulls your t-shirt up and takes one of your hardened nipples into her mouth and bites down. You cry out again and you feel tears prick your eyes, every inch of your body feeling as though it is falling through ice and fire all at the same time. Everything about this, you and Jess, is opposing. A big, confusing, powerful feeling that you chase and tease and pull out of each other.
Her vicious kisses travel up your breast, pass your collarbone and up your neck, Jess leaving fleeting bite marks occasionally as your final item of clothing is discarded on the floor. Finally, her teeth nip at your earlobe as she whispers, hot and low, âCome for me, babyâŠâÂ
A hand is forced between your cunt and Jessâ leg, her fingers finding your swollen nub with ease. She has barely touched you and you unravel, gripping onto Jessâ jacket so hard you think you might rip it as you ride her hand. Just as you think youâre peaking, you feel two fingers enter you and curl against your g-spot. Everything goes fuzzy and distant but the feel of Jessâ breath tickling your skin and her fingers pounding into you. You forget it, all of it, as your mind can think of only holding onto Jess for dear life lest you shatter into tiny pieces right on the floor.
You scream out Jessâ name, though youâre sure youâve been doing that this whole time without realising, as you come back down to earth, Jessâ drenched fingers lazily pumping in and out of you to ease you back to reality.Â
Energy depleted, you slump into her, your foreheads resting together in a tender moment following such a heated⊠conversation. Jess places a kiss on your nose before sliding her hand under your thigh, pulling both legs to drape over her lap. You nuzzle into the crook of her neck like a jigsaw piece fitting perfectly and sigh contentedly, closing your eyes for a brief moment of peace. Forgetting the argument and the injury and everything else that had happened that night, youâre just grateful to have Jess back, her heart beating against yours as she holds you.Â
âJess?â You mumble, intertwining your dainty fingers with Jessâ, still a little sticky from your previous activities.
âHmm?â She doesnât bother with proper words, just watching your two sets of fingers weave around each other.
âIâve still gotta clean your wound, you knowâŠâ
a/n: I don't have anything to say about this except uh.. I love this massive beast of a fic and I hope y'all love it too. Thanks to all of you who were patient and understanding about me having to step away from posting this AU publicly, this is for y'all đ
warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; smut, oh so much smut; strap-on use (r receiving); oral; spanking; degradation; a bit of humiliation for the funsies; mommy/daddy kink; face sitting; overstim; pet names; top!Natasha; switch!Wanda; soft aftercare and feelings at the end
words: 6.6K
summary: Private Hire AU; it was finally time for you to get your reward... if the sight of your bosses fucking don't kill you first
private hire au. || main masterlist.
Natasha hadnât really waited for a response, directing you both to their shared master bedroom with a firm but gentle tug on your arms. Youâd followed silently, your head too full to focus on whatever conversation the two women a few feet ahead of you were having. Natasha had clicked the heavy bedroom door closed behind you, a singular crook of her finger taking you away from where you hovered by the wall. âThereâs nothing to be scared of sweetheart, no one here is going to harm you.â The sincerity in the redheadâs eyes was so intense you nearly looked away, but still, you trusted her.
Turns out Natasha didnât think Wanda needed much kindness.Â
You didnât remember how exactly Natasha had stripped Wanda of her clothes, but it didnât matter. All of that was easy to forget when the brunette was riding the silicone toy strapped to her wifeâs bare hips so perfectly. She braced herself with her hands on Natashaâs shoulders and selfishly, you hated how it blocked the full view of Wandaâs breasts as she rocked back and forth. âFuck, right thereââ
The noises she made confirmed how close she was; something about Natasha exercising her cruelty in the bedroom never failed to drive Wanda to near insanity. Maybe because only Natasha would ever wield such power over her; she could safely let go and be at the redheadâs mercy without fear that sheâd use that same power to undermine her either in their marriage or with others. Natasha was her safe space.Â
You wanted to be that for Wanda too; not control, but please her so well she had no choice but to lose her composure. Imagining yourself in Natashaâs place was too impactful of a thought, leaving you squirming where you sat kneeled away from them on the large bed.
Natasha caught it, eyebrow quirking as she saw your eyes glued to where the toy disappeared and reappeared between Wandaâs legs. She wondered if you knew how obvious you were being; if Wandaâs eyes werenât screwed shut, she wouldâve wanted to remember the longing look on your face forever. Still, Natasha would happily let you have what you earned after youâd been so agreeable with her the other day. Unlike her wife, she believed in instant gratification⊠for herself.
âYou gonna cum, baby?â Her hand rested on Wandaâs hip, guiding her along while she nodded frantically. She was so pretty like this, it was a struggle not to give Wanda what she wanted, but Natasha was still getting started. It was too early to let her finish; thereâd be plenty of time for that later. âNot until you make me first.âÂ
Wandaâs whines were pitiful as Natasha pulled her away, clearly resisting, twisting and turning out of her wifeâs strong grip. Just once she wished Natasha would just⊠give in, but when she set her mind to something, she was unshakeable. Still, all she wanted was one tiny orgasm, âNo, Tasha, please-â
âAh ah, thatâs not my name, is it?â You watched as Natasha barely flinched, manhandling Wanda to kneel between her thighs, effortlessly maneuvering her harness out of the way to free space where she pushed Wandaâs head. As much as this was for Wanda, Natasha felt sheâd earned the right to be self-serving for a moment. Wanda still needed to make up for missing her dinner. What better way than with her desperate wife going down on her?
Wanda bit her tongue and fought the urge to roll her eyes, holding back only to stay in Natashaâs good graces. She needed to cum tonight; she was painfully close already, her cunt clenching around nothing again as a bitter reminder. Natasha was always so full of herself; Wanda hated how attracted she was to it. âSorry, daddy..âÂ
She barely managed to get it out before Natasha was shoving her face to meet swollen, pink lips.Â
Natashaâs head fell back against the headboard with a dull thud, her hand tight in Wandaâs hair as she devoured her with a confident skill only longtime lovers had. Once again you wished you could switch places with Natasha, having cum so many times to the fantasy of Wanda rewarding you for your good work with her head buried between your legs. âFuck, Wanda.. just like thatâŠâÂ
The praise had Wanda rubbing her thighs together for friction, an act that Natasha couldnât let slide. Fun as it was to watch Wanda try to get herself off, it was about time she gave you a task. âCome closer, dove. I need you to hold mommyâs legs apart.âÂ
Embarrassingly you scrambled at the chance to touch, holding one of Wandaâs calves firmly. Theoretically it gave you something to do with your hands, but quickly you realized just how torturous it was. The new angle let you see Wanda spread open, bent over in a way that meant her sex was on full viewâ you needed to taste her more than anything in the world. She was visibly wet, thighs slick with evidence of her own need; Wanda was so so close, but you didnât have permission.Â
You let out a whine of your own, arousal clouding your brain. Wanda was too busy to acknowledge you, but Natasha never missed a thing. âWhatâs the matter, wish she was doing this to you?â Her tone was clearly mocking, even when distracted by Wanda pushing her tongue past her entrance slowly and steadily.Â
Given the situation you found yourself in, it was understandable youâd want to participate, but you still flushed at the thought of admitting it, âY-Yes, I doâŠâ Natasha chuckled, low and breathy, holding Wandaâs head still to fuck her face freely. She was enjoying herself way too much, the sheer authority Natasha wielded over the both of you threatening to make her fall apart even faster. Letting Wanda have a pet really was the best decision theyâd ever made.Â
âShe is extremely good with her mouth,â The redhead let Wanda pull away just enough to take in air, shuddering as her hot breath hit her wet skin. She was back in an instant though, sucking and licking at Natashaâs clit with slow, languid strokes, taking the bud past her lips because she knew that was her wifeâs favorite. Blunt nails scratched at the base of Wandaâs skull, a sensitive spot that left Wanda moaning into Natasha softly. As dominating as Nat was, she was still powerless to her wife. She was gorgeous and brilliant and oh so pretty to look at, wide, pleading eyes and all.
Wanda worked at her until thick thighs clamped around her head, temporarily muffling any noises that werenât her tongue messily sliding through Natashaâs wet sex. She forgot about her own need long enough to carry Natasha through her orgasm, nudging her nose against her sensitive bud until the grip loosened and she was free to sit back on her own arms. âSee, you can behave when you want to.â
There was a mental note made that, despite her defiance, Wandaâs praise kink ran deep because every word Natasha uttered had Wanda visibly soaking even after going untouched; the urge to just lean in that one short distance and clean up where she was dripping. âMommyâŠâ You only realized youâd pleaded for her aloud when the older woman was laughing again and Wanda pushed her hips back towards you in invitation. She almost made you give in, but Natashaâs warning look kept you still with a pout.Â
âI prefer you so much more when youâre a good girl for me.â Natasha went back to what she was saying, running her fingers through Wandaâs long hair. She was so sweet when she was agreeable; they just had so much more fun, âInstead of mumbling and grumbling like a bitch because I played with your toy a little while you were gone.â
That mustâve been Wandaâs last straw because she bit her wifeâs thigh, hard. There was no way it didnât hurt, you winced just having witnessed it, but Natashaâd had way worse. They were known to get painfully rough with one another, but Natasha yanked Wanda up until their faces inches apart with such ferocity that you audibly gasped. âYou think thatâs funny?â
The brunette must not have been expecting such a strong reaction either, begging for something as soon as she opened her mouth. Through her rambling words, you were sure you heard an âIâm sorry,â but Natashaâs face remained hard, no mercy to be found. Wanda was farther from you now, but on all fours she was still visible; in your single mindedness, you ignored Natashaâs berating to instead watch Wandaâs trembling thighs and what lay between.Â
âYou say sorry, bat those pretty eyelashes, and I always go easy on you.â If Natasha was âeasyâ so far, you were morbidly curious what true punishment entailed. Her hands roamed over Wandaâs naked form until they reached her backside, offering a deceptively gentle pat before grabbing her possessively, âbut not today. I think youâve forgotten what real consequences look like.âÂ
Wanda protested incoherently, shaking her head as if thatâd do anything to sway her wifeâs new plan of action. âI mean it, I swear. Iâm sorry!â She didnât mean it; needy as she was, Wanda didnât regret biting Natasha. Even she had limits when you were present, wanting you to still see her having some form of control, but Natasha could care less. And she could see right through Wandaâs empty apology.
âYou will be when Iâm through with you-â Natasha uttered something in her native Russian, a phrase that left Wanda mewling, but it was nothing compared to the pitiful noises made as her lover delivered a painful slap to her round ass. You wished you picked up on languages better only so you could fully appreciate Wandaâs Sokovian pleas; whatever it was, it didnât change her treatment one bit.Â
Wanda only lasted through five swats before she tensed, fingers gripping Natashaâs sides as her thighs shook and you knew she was cumming. You couldâve watched the sight forever; Wandaâs hips stuttering and bucking around nothing so close to you. Frenzied eyes darted to the woman leaning against the headboard, half expecting her to be disappointed in Wandaâs sudden break, but Natasha was highly amused, looking perfectly pleased with herself.Â
It wasnât the first time sheâd seen Wanda cum that way and she knew how much Wanda hated itâ to her, it was empty, unsatisfying, embarrassing. All it did was worsen the need already clawing at her skin. The punishment of a spanking had been a calculated means to an end; Wanda was still so on edge, she wouldnât be surprised if tears were falling down her red cheeks. She was right where Natasha wanted her. Fake pity written clearly all across her face, she hooked a finger under Wandaâs chin to bring her into a bruising kiss, âWhat a desperate little slut.â
Wandaâs arms gave out then, falling into Natasha wordlessly while she tried to process the painful stings on her ass amidst her aftershocks. It was silent for a few moments, Natasha knowing enough to allow Wanda time to catch her breath. Games aside, she wouldnât let her love get so overwhelmed that pleasure turned to true pain. Natasha looked at you then, taking in your fists balled into the sheets and tightly clenched thighsâ youâd been so dutifully patient, it was admirable really. She didnât think she could last as long as you did without simply taking what she wanted from Wanda. âSo tense over there⊠whatâs on your mind?â
Had you not been denied so long maybe you wouldâve kept quiet, but you had laser focus on Wanda and your need was so obvious, the words couldâve spoken themselves. If speaking up could even slightly get you closer to what you want, youâd talk forever. âI wanna kiss her pussy, daddy.â
âI know you do, dove.â Natasha beckoned you closer and in your eagerness, you let her position you as she pleased, head laid on the pillow a small bit away from where she sat against the headboard. You relaxed as much as you could, the bed impossibly soft against your rigid body, waiting anxiously for your next instruction. âYouâve been so good, helping me with this oneâs surprise, letting me invade your bed the past two nights⊠youâre long overdue for a reward.â As she spoke, Natasha moved Wanda like she was hoisting a box, quick and efficient in depositing her atop you, one leg on either side of your head.Â
She was close enough now you could feel the heat radiating off of her and you licked your lips, staring up at Wanda with wide eyes that were teary with desire. She was big on you using your words, but she gave you a pass this time, just once when your eyes were glued to her cunt and practically drooling with need. âGo on, baby. Make mommy cum..âÂ
You were on her the second you could reach, devouring her with a vigor even you didnât know you had. She was just as sweet as youâd imagined, hot and sinfully wet. Wanda was still sensitive from her unplanned orgasm and your eagerness was quickly bringing her to another, but she didnât want to cum again so soon. Not when sheâd already done so humiliatingly easily a few moments prior, but it was proving way too hard to continue to hold back. âFuck, your mouth feels so good..âÂ
You hummed as her hands found your hair, raking her fingers through it until she had a good hold on your head. She rocked herself methodically, zero trace of shyness as she moaned each time you dragged your tongue through her sex. Wanda knew what she wanted you, unlike Natasha, werenât in any position to tell her no. When you flattened the smooth muscle, Wandaâs grip faltered, the rough surface of your tongue against her clit leaving her shuddering.Â
âO-Oh⊠stay right there, stay still for me, sweetheart-â Hard as she tried to hold back, Wandaâs hips betrayed her, she was cumming again with a sigh and you let her freely have her way with your mouth even as she tugged hard at your hair.Â
When you started to slow, wanting to draw out the experience youâd waited so long for, Natasha shook her head and placed a steadying hand on Wandaâs hip. âAh ah, your jobâs not done that quickly, not yet.â Assuming Natasha was simply conveying what Wanda couldnât as she caught her breath, you were quick to bury your face back into her cunt, the deep groan from above relaxing the last of your nerves.Â
Wandaâs movements were getting out of sync, clearly ready to succumb and, helpful as you were, wrapped your arms around Wandaâs thighs to pull her down. âWait-â
âPut your hands on the headboard.â It was probably the most demanding thing youâd ever said to her, but your brain was stuck on one goal and that was tasting Wanda as long as sheâd let you. Shockingly, she complied with your demand, even settling her hips so you could lap at her to your heartâs content, but she was whining, wiggling to get a moment away from your tongue that refused to let up.
âWhatâs wrong, honey? I thought you wanted this.â Natasha was at the perfect angle to antagonize Wanda, forcing the brunetteâs head towards her with a strong grip on her chin. Wanda hated that Natasha wouldnât just keep her mouth shut. She wasnât ashamed of her thoughts, not at all, but it was a whole other thing entirely to let you hear what sheâd confessed privately to Natasha. âAll those times youâve mumbled about our precious little dove, watching her practically beg to fuck you just to say no and fantasize about it more?âÂ
It was hard to make out what Wanda was saying, her sentences cut apart with small noises as soft as she was, but the âyesâ you heard confirmed that your boss thought about you as much as you did her. Unfortunately the conversation alone was enough to bring you close to soaking your underwear. Natasha tried to take pity on you, removing the last garment you wore, but sheâd barely brushed you before Wanda slapped her wifeâs hand away.Â
âDonât.â You only had a chance to be upset for a minute before Wanda pushed down on your shoulders, putting your mouth back to work. Reminded of her earlier anger, you whined against her folds, eyes searching for hers to persuade Wandaâs unshakeable will. âNone of that, youâd better not start, you little slut.âÂ
You whimpered a sorry that she mustâve heard because Wanda was smoothing your hair back gently with a whispered âyouâre okay, little one,â reassuring you enough that you knew you werenât in any trouble. She never wanted to scare you again how she had earlier; you were too delicate for that. You nuzzled the inside of her thigh with your cheek, letting her know you were okay before she held the hard wood in front of her again⊠just in time for you to slide your tongue inside her tight entrance.Â
But Natasha wasnât deterred by the same warnings you were; if Wanda still felt bold enough to be a brat, they were all far from done. âYouâre so selfish, you know, not even letting your wife touch your toys until you have. If she werenât so obsessed with you, she mightâve gone off to date someone else by now.â Wanda visibly bristledâ she knew you never would, but Natasha being right made her want to roll her eyes for a completely different reason.
If you hadnât been fucking her just right with your tongue, maybe she could have. As it was, her eyes fell shut and Natashaâs supportive hands were the only reason her head didnât completely fall back. âOh.. d-donât stop that..â You wouldnât dream of it, not when Wanda was dripping onto your chin and she let you guide her into the perfect shared tempo.Â
âThere you go, keep fucking her like that and sheâll come apart for you in no time. She just loves being taken care of. Isnât that right, dear?â Wanda nodded without realizing, knuckles white on the headboard as she focused on the tip of your nose brushing over her sensitive bud. She was close again and this time Wanda was going to warn you, but then you were curling your tongue and she was clenching around it, her third orgasm of the night leaving stars in her vision.Â
You hadnât stopped yet though, cleaning her up even as your jaw tired. Greediness kept your arms around her thighs, waiting until the moment youâd gotten your fill of her to let her go. So far, you haven't even come close. âSensitiveâŠâÂ
Natasha cut in quicker than you could loosen your grip. âDonât stop, dove, you can keep going.â You obeyed the redheadâs command, licking at Wandaâs swollen center even as her legs clenched around your head.Â
Wanda was well on her way to shaking, jerking wildly as you held her tighter than you ever had to before. It wouldnât be the first time she cracked a headboard, but she liked this one enough that she wanted to keep it intact. âStop, stop! Malyshka, I canât-âÂ
âShe can. Keep going on and see what happens.â You were inclined to believe Natasha; as much as she loved to push buttons, she would never put her wife in a truly unwanted position especially when she was too powerless to truly get herself out. For your part, the sight of Wanda convulsing above you was too good of a view to pass up, taking mischievous pleasure in the way she jumped each time you pinched her clit between your teeth just the slightest bit. âYou wanted to cum? Well now youâre going to give me one more.â
Her cries werenât new to you. Youâd heard them many a night after youâd come home from the bar and if you ever spotted them, it was always attached to Natasha pushing Wandaâs limits until she broke. Frequently it was all you could think about when you had moments to yourself, brain filled with the fantasy and now that it was right in front of you, there was no way you couldnât make it a reality, even if it was just this once. âNo, itâs too much! I canât.. Iâm gonna-â
âYou will.â Natasha was so sure of it, you knew you had to make Wanda fall over that edge she was fighting against just one more time. You hadnât thought your face could be more soaked than it already was, but Wanda proved you wrong. This time she came with a sharp gasp, tensing around your head until all Wanda took over each of your senses. All you could smell, see, taste was the brunette and you never wanted to leave. Sheâd made a mess of your mouth and chin, surely dripping past your cheeks and onto the pillows by now, but none of it bothered you and absentmindedly you wondered if this feeling right now was better than any orgasm.Â
âI told you, sheâs always got something up her sleeve.â Vaguely you were aware of Natasha pulling Wanda away from you, mostly by the lack of warmth around your head, but you laid still, perfectly content. Natasha hovered above you, a wide grin plastered across her face. âYou did so well, dove...â She leant in close for a kiss, something you thought a sweet gesture until she was licking over your lips. At first you parted them and she indulged you, dominating the kiss as she nipped along the shape of your mouth.Â
After a while Natasha pulled away, her tongue drawing a line up your throat as a lonely whine erupted from it. Youâd just been so consumed, it hurt to be left alone and you needed her back, even if she was only a few inches apart. âTashâŠâ The nickname slipped out before you could stop it, but Natasha didnât correct you; maybe she was too aroused to care this time.Â
âHush, baby, youâre alright.â She kissed you again, the two of you sharing the lingering taste of Wanda and moaning into each other. âI think itâs safe to say you made her happy enough to finally give you what you want.âÂ
Natasha hoisted you up to your knees, taking in your current state of disarray in mock concern. âOh you poor thing, so tenseâŠâ Her hand slipped between your thighs, dragging two skilled fingers through your folds where you were positively dripping. It took almost no time for you to whimper and beg for more attention, hips jerking wildly for anything you could find. The two other women found it painfully enticing, the deep hunger to finally fully claim you as theirs rising. âWands, can you take care of her yet? Or can I keep her occupied for you first?âÂ
The brunette shot up at her proposal, eyes still a tad hazy, but determined. âGet your own if you want someone first, sweetheart.â Wanda had to stretch to grab at her nightstand, standing on shaky legs only long enough to secure the harness youâd waited to see for so long. You were drooling, you were sure; the sight of the thick toy both intimidating and leaving you feeling more empty than youâd ever felt before.Â
âThatâs what I have you for.â Natasha mocked, pecking her wifeâs cheeks once sheâd settled back onto the mattress. Meanwhile, you were practically leaping into Wandaâs arms, wrapping yourself around her just to cling to anything at all. Wanda let Natashaâs comment go in favor of shushing you, hands rubbing over your back while you frantically pushed your face into the crook of her neck. She knew what you needed, even without your muffled whining and as you pressed your pelvis against her strap at just the right angle to let your neglected clit have the most enticing friction, Wanda was more than excited to give you everything you wanted and more.
âCalm down, Iâm right here. Mommyâs got you..â You let up just enough to plead with her, eyes wide with need; when she testingly pressed the tip against your entrance, it took everything in you to wait and not just sit on it instantly. âNow?â
You nodded wildly, completely sure of yourself at that moment. âYes, god please.. I need you so bad!â Wanda hummed as she pushed you down onto her strap, fueled by you saying you needed her specifically. If only you knew she needed you just as much, thriving off just how dependent you were on her. Natasha came behind you to hold your hips, thankfully just in time because without her, youâd have gone fully limp. The simple feeling of being full of Wanda, finally sitting in her lap where you were stretched and ready for her⊠you were trying so hard not to cum on the spot. âMove.. please..âÂ
In the future, Wanda would make sure to coerce you to ride her, but tonight, you were beyond gone; there was no way youâd have the focus to do so. She started slow, judging how well youâd adjusted to the toy, but the pace wore on you both and it only took a minute or two before she was fucking into you steadily. âDonât worry, dove. Iâll take care of you, you donât have to do anything.â
You nodded as best you could, trying so hard not to cry out too soon even as Natasha moved your hips in time with Wandaâs thrusts. There was no way you couldâve kept up without the other womanâs help, Wandaâs now fast motions forcing any thoughts that werenât on the burning stretch between your legs far, far away. If you died right here, you wouldnât notice, way too caught up in the women sandwiching you to be bothered with anything else. âM-Mommy.. feels goodâŠâÂ
It felt way more than just good, both Wanda and Natasha could tell you were almost completely blissed out in just a few minutes of their focus turned to you. Maybe if you could spare a moment to process your situation, itâd be embarrassing how close you were so quickly. Try as you might, you couldnât find it in yourself to care. Youâd waited too long to mind anymore.
âIs mommy fucking you real good, baby?â Natashaâs lips were right at your ear, her grip tight on your sides as she kept you in place, âIs it everything your needy little pussy dreamed of?â She could only assume you were agreeing with her, your noises as incoherent as they were loud. One look at Wanda and she could tell her wife was oh so pleased with herself, the payoff from denying all three of you clearly oh so worth it for her. Natasha was the one known for control, but Wanda was nowhere near lacking. Hers came in subtle ways such as this, waiting until you were obsessed, hopelessly dependent, and far too deep to realize she was always the one getting her way.
Wanda stroked your cheek slowly, gently, trying to coax you into taking a few deep breaths. She doubted you realized you were mumbling against her skin, begging almost silently; it was so cute, Wanda nearly wished she was filming you. No matter, there was always next time. âNo one even had to prep you.. You were just so ready for us, werenât you?â She watched your head fall back as she shifted her angle, hitting that perfect spot and making you give up any hope of keeping your orgasm at bay.
A strong hand pulled your chin down until Wanda was in view once more. She was saying something about wanting to watch you, but you couldnât respond, your entire body fixated on finally reaching the high youâd dreamt of for so long. â...need to cum.. please-âÂ
Both women chuckled at your babbling, faintly registering Natashaâs lips on your shoulder as Wanda cracked a smile, âThis is your reward, baby doll. You can cum whenever youâd like, go on, you earned it.âÂ
âThank you mommyâŠ!â It couldnât have been more than a few seconds before you were cumming, cunt clenching hard on Wandaâs strap while she fucked you through such blinding ecstasy, you were sure your bones had gone soft. There wasnât a moment youâd been left alone, either Wanda or Natashaâs hands somewhere on your body, keeping you grounded even as you felt completely untethered. You wished you could thank them for their attentiveness, but your jaw was helplessly slack.
What finally brought you back was Wanda carefully lifting you from her lap, your still tingling legs trying and failing to keep you locked down. She was unfazed by your protests, shushing you like she would a child, âShh, donât make a fuss, youâve been so good. Youâre going to let Natty have a turn with you.â As soon as Wanda finished speaking, you shut up, immediately ready to be filled again. You hadnât stopped thinking about the bulge youâd felt under Natashaâs pants two nights prior, or how amazing it would feel taking you apart.
The second the tip of her strap nudged your entrance, you tried to sink down on it, but Natasha held you firm, preferring to lead you down on it herself. Even then it didnât take long, your first orgasm from Wanda leaving you open and easy to use. âYou took it all so quickly⊠gonna let me fuck you now, sweetheart?â You were nodding before she could finish, pushing your hips back into her in desperation, already craving another orgasm from the redhead behind you. Her hand snaked around your front, spread fingers pushing into your lower belly despite your whines, âCan you feel me filling you up, dove? Pressing into your sweet tummy?â
âMhmm.. âlove it..â And truly, you did. Something about the near painful fullness between your legs was addicting and you never wanted to let it go. But then Natasha drew back, leaving you shockingly empty just long enough for her to shove herself back in. Unlike Wanda, Natashaâs pace was instantly brutal, rendering you speechless each time she bottomed out in your stretched cunt, âDaddy⊠t-thatâs hard-â
You couldnât see Natasha, only hear her fake pity, mocking your pleas while her teeth scraped down the back of your neck. She wasnât apologetic in the slightest; you wanted her to fuck you, this is what it was like. âAww, did someone think Iâd be gentle like my wife? Donât be so fragile, you can take it.âÂ
Strained arms tightened around Wandaâs neck, leaning on her completely as your panting turned heavy. âNatalia, be careful, donât hurt her.â Natasha rolled her eyes, not once even thinking of letting up. Wanda always treated you like such a precious porcelain doll, but cherished as you may be, Natasha knew you werenât unhappy.Â
Not when you were soaking her strap so much she could slide you up and down like it was nothing. âShe can take it, Wanda. She loves it.. Isnât that right, little one, daddyâs tough girl.â You moaned out against Wandaâs collarbone, bracing yourself for the next wave of pleasure you were just out of reach from. Wanda pulled your head back for a kiss just as you began to cry out, the brunette swallowing your sinful noises as your hips stuttered and shook atop Natashaâs thighs. There was no way the sheets beneath you werenât ruined, evidence of your orgasm smeared over both you and Nat.Â
You took a breath, tried to at least, but Natashaâs thrusts never let up, keeping you on the edge of something equal parts intoxicating and overwhelming just like the woman herself. âCanât.. no more..â But this time it was Wanda who spoke up, pressing quick kisses over your flushed nose and cheeks while her hand slid between the two of you.Â
âJust do one more. For the both of us, please, baby?â You wanted to cry, you were going to, tears filling your eyes as two fingers rubbed over your swollen bud. It was all too much and not enough; you needed both of them to let you fall just once moreâ if only you could stay coherent long enough to reach it. You felt like your whole body was spasming, every touch Wanda or Natasha gave almost stinging your skin, but you didnât want it to end. Not ever.Â
Natasha came to a slow stop, working you down as steadily as sheâd brought you up. You were thankful for it really, much too used to being left alone once youâd finished; this was infinitely nicer. When she backed up to ease you out, Wanda took over and encouraged you to rest your exhausted body atop hers which you did readily. âYou did amazing, such a good job⊠How do you feel?âÂ
Speaking would still be too much, your throat tight from your long night. Instead you snuggled into Wanda, hoping your happy hums against her chest would be enough to soothe any concerns she may have. If her gentle coddling was any indication, she understood. âGood girl. You just lay here and if you need anything, let me know however you can. Do you understand?â
You nodded your agreement, finding Wandaâs hand to give it a weak squeeze as she settled against the headboard to allow you both to stretch your legs. Natasha was the one to pull a blanket over the two of you before sliding in next to her wife. With a lazy peek upwards, you saw Natasha whisper something indiscernible into Wandaâs ear and after a minute to process, the brunette nodded. She let Natasha smooth her hair down; an action so intimate, there was no way Wanda wouldâve allowed it in her earlier state.
The last thing you remember was Natashaâs hand behind your head, lips warm and sweet against your temple. It would be so easy to get used to this. âGet some rest, weâll be right here.â Natasha wasnât really a talker, not unless something needed to be said. Consequently, her reassuring words felt even more comforting and as soon as her hand joined Wandaâs on your back, drawing slow patterns while she watched over you, your heart melted right along with your muscles.
âDo you feel better or will we have to continue to suffer with snippy Wanda?â Natasha wound her free arm around Wanda, pulling her in until her head rested against her bare shoulder. Wanda only gave a grunt of disapproval, focusing on your sleeping form draped over her. She wasnât in the mood for any more of Natashaâs antics tonightâ truly she was fed up for a good while.Â
Natasha could sense it, both from Wandaâs silence and her stiffness. It was Wanda who introduced Natasha to the idea of a post-sex cuddle; not that she was particularly good at it, but it was what she wanted. The first time sheâd fallen into Natasha was awkward, made more so by the lack of reciprocation, but sheâd hung on anyways even as her partner stayed stiff as a board. Now the older woman knew Wanda like the back of her hand and if she was still the rigid one, Natasha wasnât fully off the hook yet. âIâm sorry for provoking you.â
âAnd?â Wandaâs voice was firm, unwavering.
âIâm a stubborn idiot.â Finally she was granted eye contact, only to be given an expectant look of pursed lips and a quirked eyebrow. Still, Natasha could see tiredness in Wandaâs eyes, how she fought off sleep just to prove her point with her wife. The only thing Wanda hated more than Natashaâs annoying plots were letting her think sheâd gotten away with them. And she was the one admitting stubbornness.
âAnd?â Natasha had half a mind to just give up and try again tomorrow. She wanted to sleep next to Wanda too much to fall back into that now.Â
She sighed, throwing her head back dramatically, âAnd I shouldnât have played with your favorite little teddy bear just to piss you off.â When she righted herself, Wanda was smiling. She was poorly holding back a laugh, face half muffled in your hair as she tried and failed to hide. Natasha bit the inside of her cheek the moment she realized Wanda wanted to see how far she could push her apology. Sheâd fallen for it enough times over the years, anyone would think Natasha could see right through itâ they underestimated how much she would do to see her happy again. âAre we done now, can we sleep?â
âMmm.. I suppose so. I forgive you.â The last part was a yawn, Wanda sinking down into Natashaâs embrace and closing her eyes. She shifted just enough to lay both you and her on your sides, sandwiching you between her and Natasha. For a moment as you wiggled, she was scared sheâd woken you, but you only burrowed deeper, easily enjoying her chest as a pillow. âSweet little thing.â
âIâll order us breakfast tomorrow. Something tells me itâs going to be a late morning.â Natasha made sure you and Wanda were nicely settled before relaxing into plush pillows, exhaling a deep, content breath as her body unwound. She let her own eyes close now, fully ready for a much needed sleep back in her own bed.Â
âYouâre not going to run off to get back at me, are you?â The question was so small, so insecure compared to just a minute ago. Angry as they might be with one another, theyâd never lied. If it was something Natasha was thinking of, sheâd tell her. Wanda didnât know if she should be scared of the answer. Natasha hadnât left like that in years and when she did, it was a mistake; theyâd been so young and spitefulness kept her away for a week. It hurt Wanda much more than sheâd ever expected and now it was a fear she had to still every time her error reared its ugly head.
âThatâs abandonment, silly girl.â Natasha stretched over you, just enough to reach Wanda for a long kiss. One that was way overdue. âI never want to leave you, Wanda. My home is here with you.â Her thumb swiped under Wandaâs eyes, wiping away the anxious tears that pooled before she could stop them. Wanda was prone to these bouts of sensitivity after she exploded, the quiet aftermath of her thunderous storm. âI love you more than anything.â
âI love you too,â Wandaâs smile was sleepy but genuine, just barely hanging on to consciousness. She snuggled against your back, your warm body lulling her further and further away. The weight of you combined with Natashaâs strong arm under her head was an intoxicating level of comfort and safety. Sheâd have to talk to you tomorrow about sleeping with them more often. âNow let me sleep.â
Natasha rolled her eyes, immediately regretting how she flopped back to the mattress as you groaned. She swore she used to hate cuddling, but now with you and Wanda both happily snuggling against each other and her, she knew sheâd be getting it twice as much now; she didnât mind it. âFine, get some rest, sleepyheads.â
And now my bitter hands
  Cradle broken glass
   Of what was everything
     All the pictures have
      All been washed in black
        Tattooed everything.
Summary: Wanda wants to try something new in bed. You both might find it equally pleasant.
Warnings: (+18), strap on use, dirty talk, established relationship, bottom!reader, use of magic. | Words: 714
A/N-> As promised, the first drabble of This love, which can be read independently (I loved that concept by the way).
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"I have an idea."
Her whisper made you blink away from sleep. Wanda had been restless all day - and to your happiness, she had spent all of it away from the damned darkhold, and clinging to you. Â
But she seemed to be wanting to say something, and now, late at night after an excellent day at your side, she did.
You were lying face down on the mattress, having chosen to close your eyes for the time Wanda was in the shower.
"What is it, baby?" you asked without moving, although your tone was curious.
Wanda sighed softly. "I want to try something new, something I saw on TV while you were working."
You hum, a little sleepily, and wait for her to tell. But all you hear is Wanda climb into bed, and soon, you feel her lie on your back. You relax immediately, enjoying the warmth. Wanda straightens up, her hips fitting into yours and-
"Oh." You choke in surprise, opening your eyes. A smile plays on your lips. "Someone is excited to see me." You joke, but Wanda grunts in embarrassment, pressing her face into your back.
"Don't mock me." She murmurs but you laugh softly, closing your eyes again.
"I'm not, I promise!" You defend yourself. "I just can't believe you stayed home watching porn, Maximoff!"
She grunts again, clearly assuming that your reaction was a rejection of her idea. As soon as she makes mention of leaving, you press back, and you both gasp. "Let me guess, you enchanted it to feel it too? So creative, Scarlet Witch." You asked half breathlessly, feeling the toy firmly between your legs. Wanda merely replied with a grumble, her hands moving to grab your waist and guide your movements against her.
Soon, the friction made you soaked in your pants, and Wanda grew impatient, grunting against your ear. "I need to be inside, malyshka. Can I?"
You nodded at the same moment, following Wanda's movements. She barely needed to think for the clothes to come off, and you only had time to meet her eyes again when she turned you over on the bed before she settled between your legs, and sank her fake cock deep inside your folds. You both moaned loudly, and Wanda kissed you hard, trying to find your rhythm.
It was different, but it felt fucking good to have her inside you, filling you to the bottom. Your hands dug into her back once she found her speed, and you were almost surprised at how ready to let go you already were.
"Oh, fuck, you are coming, aren't you, lyubovÊč? You feel so tight..." Wanda whispered affectedly, her face against your collarbone. She moved her fingers to your clit, and you saw stars. "Go on, dorogoya, let's come together. I want to feel you."
You could only moan in response, not daring to disobey - Not that you had a choice, the knot in your belly exploding the moment you felt Wanda's hot cum inside your walls, the sensation almost making you scream with pleasure. She fucked you past the orgasm, slow, intense strokes as your hips jerked.Â
Once you recovered, your shy, satisfied laughter filled the room.
"I am so curious to know what you were watching..." You teased, and Wanda chuckled, finding your face to kiss it a few times.
"I was bored. And I missed you." She counters between kisses. "So I looked for something to distract me."
You blink in surprise when you understand what that implies. In one swift movement, you spun the two of you on the bed, getting on top and resting a hand on either side of Wanda's surprised face.
"Are you telling me that you stayed home...touching yourself while thinking about me?" You ask impressed.Â
Wanda hesitates a little, her hands on your hips. "Is that...weird?" she asks unsurely, and it's so absurd that you're speechless. She panics. "B-but I used to do it all the time at the compound and-"
"Jesus Christ." You cut her off with an affected whisper, kissing her her doubts away. She moans when you slide your tongue back, and can't master the kiss when your hips start moving again.
Neither of you wants to stop using your new toy any time soon.
Hi! Could you write one where r calls wanda a pet name like baby for the first time and wanda gets super soft lol
Unfinished Waffles | Wanda x Scarlet Witch x Fem!Reader
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Scarlet Witch x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1,207
Warnings: Slight Angst, Split Wanda Maximoff, Fluff, Slight Humor, Scarlet Witch being clingy, sleepy, and soft
A/N: Enjoy this little Three Is Company drabble <3
Summary: You're casually making waffles with your wife when a word slips and the new member of your family is far too happy to let it slide.
Saturday mornings were regarded as lazy ones. It was the one day of the week where you could sleep in and stay up until the late hours of the day without worrying about work. Although your wife, not knowing how to relax for even a second, left the bed as early as can be leaving you face down, drooling, and with a snoring beast by your side who had her arms wrapped around your body protectively mirroring a koala.Â
You didnât wake up until two smaller creatures ran into the room and threw themselves over the bed, purposely landing atop your sleeping body. The pain went out the window immediately â it wasnât the first time the twins awoke you by launching themselves over your body. If anything it was better than on Christmas morning.Â
âOkay, fine. You got me. Iâm awake and ready to start the day,â you grumbled. Realistically you had to spend a few more minutes in bed until you mustered enough energy to stand up. While looking like a zombie, you made your way into the bathroom. As always Scarlet Witch clung to your body and refused to let you move unless you picked her up to take her away.Â
Going downstairs was a mistake for someone who was near falling asleep on the floor at any point. Although the sweet aroma of steaming waffle batter filled the air. With your nose in heaven, you smirked. Wanda had already started on breakfast, something you were far too incompetent to do without burning the house down and the entire town with it.Â
âLook who finally decided to join us in the realm of the living,â Wanda smiled without daring to turn her back. Even with a loose hoodie, yoga pants, and bunny-shaped slippers without a hint of makeup on her face, you still found her to be the most beautiful woman on the planet. âBreakfast is almost ready. Boys, can you set the table, please? I donât think your mom is awake enough to do it without breaking plates.â
âIâm also carrying a witch on my back soâŠâ you chuckled, side-eyeing the groggy redhead behind you. Her legs were wrapped around your body, forehead pressed against the crook of your neck as she grumbled something about wanting to sleep. âCome on. You have to sit down and eat your breakfast, Scar. That way youâll grow big and strong.â
âI hate you so much,â Scarlet Witch protested. Still, she listened to your orders being far too exhausted to fight back. Donning your pajamas she had stolen, because of course she refused to shop for anything, always wanting to feel closer to you, the witch took a seat beside her children who sent toothy grins her way. Seeing them interact always made your heart soar.Â
âI donât think you can hate someone who you traveled through literal universes to find. Itâs in the multiversal travel rules. Canât hate the girlfriend or the kids,â you chuckled, but when waltzing closer to Wanda got a knowing look. âOr the variant. Wanda is off limits at all times. Sheâs too cute to die.â
âWeâre the same person, honey,â Wanda shook her head with amusement. âSheâs already tried killing me anywayâŠâ
It had been only a few weeks since the Scarlet Witch joined your lives in a rather unexpected manner. While you had become quite close with her, opening your arms up to the woman who resembled your wife, her counterpart hadnât been as warm. Her body had been used to take lives, to hurt others who reeked of innocence while she was forced there to take it, her brain filled with Scarletâs control. Days were spent with Wanda in complete silence as she contemplated the actions she had been coerced into carrying out. With disdain she allowed the other woman to live under her roof, but that didnât mean all was forgiven.Â
Silence struck down between the three of you as Wanda finished off breakfast. You hugged her from behind, sighing as you knew sheâd keep it all bottled up. The feeling of being replaced by a woman who resembled her own appearance was far too much to handle. You had been witness to her breaking down as you held her close, your wife sobbing about not wanting to be forgotten by the twins â she didnât see herself as strong enough to even fight off another variant, much less to protect her family.Â
âSo, what should we do on this lovely day? I was thinking we could go to the movies. Just as long as witchy here promises not to kill anyone today, we should be fine,â you shrugged while squeezing Wandaâs body. When attempting to reach out and scoop a bit of waffle batter, your hand was slapped off. âOuch. That's cold, Maximoff.â
âSit down, Y/N,â Wanda simply responded with slight glee. âI vote to stay home. We can watch the boys play for a bit before putting on a movie. How about a Harry Potter marathon?â
That was enough to get the twins to howl with joy from the table. They were obsessed with those movies and while Scarlet Witch huffed each time you put them on rambling about how it was an insult to witches like her, you once secretly found her looking up a Sorting Hat quiz on your laptop â to your surprise she got into Hufflepuff.
You pressed a kiss against Wandaâs cheek before moving away, casually slapping her backside and getting her to stare daggers at you. All you could do was flash a smile her way. Whether she admitted it or not, those little moments you shared together, albeit silly, were her favorite.Â
âHow about you, baby? What should we do today?â you asked the Scarlet Witch.Â
It was such a casual pet name you used for Wanda that you didnât care to even hesitate when calling her counterpart that. You waited for a reply towering the woman who only sat wide-eyed before looking up at you. The world stopped around her, childrenâs voices hushing as the noise of the waffles heating up ceased. Dark nails gripped the table as she grounded herself for a moment. Although her excitement was far too immense, cold heart turned warm, as pounced on you.Â
Blinking with confusion, you eventually found yourself holding on tightly to Scarlet Witch. She appeared amusingly small and defenseless in your arms. For a moment it was difficult to see her as the person who very nearly took you and your children away from Wanda. In reality she was only a small nugget of happiness who deserved to be loved and cared for.Â
âCall me that again, please,â she mumbled against your shoulder. After sharing a confused glance with both Wanda and your children, you spoke again.Â
âBaby? Is that what you want me to call you?â
âHmm I love it,â Scarlet Witch decided. She nuzzled her face against the crook of her neck. âAnd I love you.â
For the first time in years, the void made by all the losses in her life was filled. Her children and long-lost partner surrounded her alongside a curious new comfort in the form of her counterpart. Scarlet Witch had finally found her home.
âGo on. You want to pass my class, donât you?â Wanda asked, her eyebrows raised as she stared back at you. âGet on your knees for me.â
Humiliation shot through your body as you dropped to your knees. You shouldâve studied harder for your exam, you mused as the redhead tugged at her slacks along with her briefs. Eyes widened at the sight of her semi-hard cock springing free from the confines of her underwear.
âYou do know that if you donât give me what I want, youâll fail, right?â Professor Maximoffâs voice was low as she crossed her arms over her chest. Of course you knew that, but even if you werenât failing her Intro to Heuristics class, you would love being on your knees for her.
âI know, professor,â you nodded before leaning in. âIâll make it better.â
You swirled your tongue over the head of her cock, groaning at its taste. The mere touch made the length twitch as Wanda shuddered. Her usually hard demeanor was substituted by a sudden softness. A hand went to brush your head back and out of the way as you dove further in.
Innocent lips wrapped themselves around the tip before you motioned yourself down. Wanda was quite big if you did say so yourself, making it difficult to swallow even mere inches without choking. Still, that did not keep the woman from settling on the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair, and carefully guiding you down.
âHmm thereâs a good slut,â your professor mumbled as she began moving her hips at the rhythm of your ministrations. âKeep going, baby. That feels amazing.â
It was difficult to reach halfway down her cock with gurgling. But alas, you relaxed your throat to the best of your ability. Her pre-cum hit your tongue in a savory manner as you slowly but surely swallowed every inch.
Soon enough, your took in the entirety of Wandaâs length. She smiled proudly at you and tilted her head. Viridescent eyes watched with amazement, her hand still holding you down as you gagged over her cock.
âNow, I think youâre earning a good grade,â Wanda chuckled as she let you ease of her length to catch your breath. Tears strode down your flushed cheeks before your chin was grabbed roughly. âBonus points if you swallow the little reward I have in store for you, darling.â
