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Summary: When Wanda finds out Y/N is celebrating his birthday alone, she invites him over for a party. Afterwards, he gets to unwrap his best present. Wanda in lingerie.
Tags: R is a binary trans man and fully transitioned, R has a fully functional phalloplasty, Fluff, Smut, GentleDom!Wanda, Age gap, Mommy kink, MDLB, Teasing, Breast play, Tit sucking, Grinding, Panty fucking, Praise kink, Begging, Vaginal sex, Riding, Creampie
A/N: This story was requested by anon. It's in the same universe and is kind of a part two to When Life Gives You a MILF.
Ever since she and Y/N had first hooked up under the guise of "working on the house", Wanda hadn't been able to stay away from him.
By now, all her home improvement problems were resolved. She'd invited Y/N over more times than she could count to fix the rest of them, though her real goal was just to get him in bed with her. It worked every time; she couldn't get enough of the sweet boy, and he clearly couldn't get enough of her.
She supposed she was a bit addicted to him, considering her house had dozens of problems when she first met him less than a month ago, and now, it had none. Now that she didn't have the "I really need this fixed, can you come over?" excuse, she had to find other ways to talk to Y/N.
Though it didn't compare to feeling his body against hers, Wanda had come to enjoy texting him. She felt like a teenager again, staying up late to talk to the boy she liked.
Tonight was no different. It was nearly one in the morning, and Wanda was sprawled out on her bed, beaming from ear to ear as she texted Y/N. The conversation hit a lull, so she asked a question that usually helped reignite it.
What are your plans for tomorrow, baby?
Wanda liked knowing about his days, what he was doing, how he spent his time when he wasn't with her. The three dots popped up within seconds, dancing across her screen torturously as she waited for him to reply.
it's actually my birthday tomorrow lol. i'm probably just gonna order some pizza and watch one of my fav movies to celebrate.
Wanda perked up at that. It was his birthday tomorrow? She had no idea. And why was he spending it alone? That just sounded absolutely dreadful. She quickly typed back.
I had no idea it was your birthday, Y/N! Why spend it alone? Did my boys forget? Oh, they're going to get a talking to if they forgot your birthday.
God. She would unleash hell on Billy and Tommy if they forgot Y/N's birthday. She thought she raised them better than that.
no need to do that lmao, they didn't forget. they don't know tomorrow's my birthday. i'm pretty secretive about it, so feel lucky i told u :p
Wanda smiled solemnly at that. She felt honored he told her about his birthday, but it deeply saddened her that he was so secretive about it and was going to celebrate alone. She quickly thought of an idea and wrote him back.
Oh, believe me, I know I'm lucky. Everyone who has you in their life is lucky. I don't want you spending your birthday alone, and I'm sure my boys would agree. Why don't you come over tomorrow for a small celebration? It'll just be us four.
Wanda waited impatiently for his reply. She hoped he'd say yes, but she wouldn't take no for an answer even if he tried. She was going to make his birthday special. She was already brainstorming what she was going to do to him after the party, but got pulled out of her thoughts by his reply.
are u sure? u don't need to do all that for me. i'm fine with my pizza and movie :)
Wanda sighed, rolling her eyes affectionately. He was so dense, so hard to be dissuaded when he made his mind up about something, but she was up for the challenge.
No, Y/N, you are not fine. You will be coming over tomorrow. I want to do this for you more than anything. Please believe me, darling.
She smirked as she hit send. She knew he was probably blushing behind his screen, fruitlessly trying to figure out how to form another polite rejection. He couldn't say no to her when she got into a commanding tone like that, so she wasn't surprised when she read his reply.
yes ma'am, lol. this means a lot to me, i'll definitely be there.
Victory. Wanda knew it would be easy to get him to cave, but it was always adorable when she was reminded how truly submissive he was. She looked over at the clock beside her bed. Almost two in the morning now. She needed rest if she was going to plan a good party for him.
Good boy. How about you come over for six? Don't bring anything, I'll cover it all. Wear something you feel comfortable in. Just don't stress about anything. Tomorrow's your day.
Wanda knew that Y/N liked the idea of a day being fully about him more than he'd like to admit, and he only confirmed that by not fighting back at all.
sounds perfect wanda :) i'm looking forward to it.
She smiled down at her phone, already looking forward to spoiling Y/N tomorrow and giving him the best day possible. She yawned, and was reminded that, for now, she had to let this perfect man go.
Likewise, sweetheart. As much as I adore our conversation, it is getting rather late, and I must be rested to plan your party. Sweet dreams, handsome. Xx.
She smiled down at the good night wanda <3 sleep well text she received from him before locking her phone and shutting her eyes.
The party was going to be fun, of course, but Wanda's mind lingered on what would happen afterwards. How it would feel for him to be here, sharing the bed she was currently in alone? What sounds would he make as she had him pinned under her? The other presents she planned to get him were trivial. She was his real gift.
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"Get up. Now. We're throwing Y/N a birthday party."
Billy and Tommy slowly blinked awake, trying to process their mother's words. They glanced at each other from across their shared bedroom, and then back at her.
"Huh? What do you mean? It's not his birthday." Tommy said sleepily, with Billy nodding in agreement.
Wanda wanted to roll her eyes. Did these boys know nothing? They knew Y/N was shy and closed off, why would they assume it wasn't his birthday? Wanda rubbed her temples exasperatedly, replying, "It is. He told me last night. Don't question this, okay? He planned to celebrate alone, and I couldn't stand that, so invited him over."
The twins exchanged another look before reverting their eyes back to Wanda. When she spoke this seriously, they knew it was better to just listen to her. And, of course, they cared deeply for Y/N, and didn't want him spending his special day alone.
"Fine," Billy said, rolling out of bed and walking over to his closet, "I'll get decorations and a gift for him."
Tommy got up in similar fashion, looking hungover from sleep but determined to help. "I'll deal with food and entertainment stuff."
Wanda had to stop herself from beaming. She was already planning to assign duties to each of the boys so she could focus on making herself look good for Y/N, but they'd already taken it on themselves to do that. Wanda happy exclaimed, "Perfect! I'll make sure the house is nice and tidy for when he comes over."
She walked over to each of her sons, giving them both a kiss on the forehead. "Thank you both so much. The party's at six. I'm so proud of you both for stepping up to make Y/N's birthday special."
Quicker than they could respond, Wanda left their room and went back to her own. Now that she had her sons handling the technicalities of the party, she could focus on what really mattered: how she looked.
She opened up her closet and began to sift through her options. Nothing stood out to her. Her marriage with Vision had been dead for years before they officially divorced, so she never felt the desire to dress up for him, resulting in an unfortunate lack of sexy attire.
Wanda had gotten so desperate that she dug all the way back in her closet, and that was when she struck gold. Lacy red lingerie. God, she couldn't remember the last time she had worn it. Maybe before her boys were even born. Regardless, she knew Vision hadn't appreciated it nearly as much as Y/N would.
She made sure her door was locked before she tried it on. She prayed it would fit. It took her a couple more minutes than she would have liked to admit to get it on. After all, she believed it had been over twenty years since she had dressed up sexily for anyone. After about three minutes of struggling, she had it on.
And, oh, it still fit like a charm.
Wanda couldn't help but bite her lip when she saw how she looked in it. If anything, it fit even better now than it did when she first got it.
Delicate lace framed her curves, making her look even more tempting than before. The tiny, floral pattern was intricately stunning, and the shade of red looked gorgeous in contrast to her pale, soft skin. The elastic pushed her breasts up, making her look even bustier than usual. The panties were practically nonexistent, just a thin, see-through strip that would barely separate her most intimate area from Y/N. The garter belt completed the look, adding just the right amount of dominance and sex appeal that would make him easily cave for her.
Wanda twirled in the mirror, admiring her ass and curves from the back, too. She smirked to herself, knowing she still had "it". All she wanted was to look good for Y/N, and she knew this look would have him drooling.
The lingerie was only half of the outfit, though, she still had to find a dress to wear. It was always a dilemma when Y/N and the boys were together. It was mandatory to look appropriate and motherly for them, but all she wanted to do was look appealing and sexy for him. She knew that at this point she should probably just go on a shopping spree and find a closet's worth of outfits like that, but right now, she was working against the clock and needed to find something asap.
After a couple more minutes of digging in her closet, she found another archaic piece of clothing she deemed fitting for the occasion.
It was a black dress, short enough to draw Y/N's eyes without raising suspicion from her boys. It was another piece of clothing that she swore she couldn't have worn in at least twenty years, but since the lingerie worked, she hoped it would work, too.
She pulled the dress on, being careful to not mess up the delicate lingerie underneath. Once she managed to zip it up herself, she checked herself out in the mirror, beaming at the way it fit her. Just like the lingerie, it looked immaculate on her. It went up to her mid thighs and clung to her curves like a second skin. The neck line wasn't too deep, but it was better to tease than just reveal everything, especially knowing her sons would be around.
The dress hid the lingerie perfectly. She couldn't wait for Y/N to see it, but she didn't want him to until she had him alone. That was going to be his special gift.
Wanda spent the rest of the afternoon tidying up the house like she told the boys she would. It was pretty much perfect already, due to how much Y/N had been coming over and helping her out with things, but she did it anyway for the sake of keeping face in front of her sons.
When Billy and Tommy got back from shopping for what they volunteered to get, they worked with Wanda to set it up nicely. They hung up streamers and balloons, and Billy even bought letters to hang up in the living room that said "Happy Birthday Y/N!".
Tommy bought pizza, much to Wanda's dismay, but at least it would be better eating it together than alone. He also got Y/N's favorite soda, chips, and cake. Wanda smiled quaintly as he pulled the liter of Dr. Pepper out of the bag, knowing she'd be offering Y/N some of her finest wine once the boys were preoccupied.
"Good job, boys. You managed to get it all done," she glanced at the clock. 5:35. "And with half an hour to spare! I'm proud."
As the boys went off to change into their party clothes, Wanda spiffed up her hair and makeup, and checked to make sure she was still looking good. She knew she looked like a bombshell, but Y/N was different. She wanted to look perfect for him, to give him something worthwhile on a day he appeared to hate so much.
Before she knew it, the doorbell rang, and she was unwillingly having a party hat forced onto her head by Billy. So much for all the work she just put into fixing up her hair…
She let the boys answer the door, not wanting to seem too eager or make them think she was obsessed with their friend (even though she so obviously was). She admired Y/N from afar, looking handsome as ever.
He wore a white tank top that showed off his muscular frame. Over it was a short sleeve button up shirt, which happened to be unbuttoned, making him look as tempting as ever. He had on baggy shorts and sneakers, looking the perfect mix of sexy and cute. She could just eat him up right this second.
Once the boys had given Y/N their greetings, Wanda made her way over to him. To her sons, she was simply walking, but to him, she was sauntering. She looked beyond stunning, and he did his best to not just gawk at her body.
He swallowed awkwardly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he choked out, "Hey, Mrs. Maximoff. Thanks for doing all this for me. It was really thoughtful."
Wanda smirked up at him. He was such a big guy, but he was so easy to fluster. She leaned in, pulling his stiff body into a hug as she happily replied, "Oh, don't you go thanking me! It's your birthday! It was our duty, as your friends, to make your day special."
She turned away then to get him some food, swaying her hips as she walked, knowing his eyes were glued to her. Fortunately for Y/N, Billy and Tommy quickly pulled him out of the entryway and into the living room, distracting him with questions about his birthday and what he was going to do in the upcoming college semester.
Wanda came back a couple minutes later with plate loaded with pizza and snacks for Y/N. She made sure to lay all her sweetness on him, knowing it made him extra flustered and shy. "Here you go, sweetie. A big boy like you deserves big birthday dinner. How old are you turning again?"
Y/N thanked Wanda quietly, opting to look down at the pizza instead of her, not wanting her to see how deeply he was blushing. After taking a bite of his pizza, he answered, "Twenty."
God. She had to bite back a moan. She loved his youth, his virility, his energy. It made her feel young again. Plus, she had to admit, she was more than a little into their age gap. It got her wet if she thought about it too hard, so for now, she just focused on the party. "My! You're growing up fast. If you're twenty now, that means my sweet boys will be also be twenty soon! My heart can't handle that!"
Billy and Tommy rolled their eyes, delving into the pizza they got for themselves instead of listening to their mother's sappy words.
The party was perfect. Y/N didn't like a huge fuss to be made about him, so the small gathering was ideal. He shared lots of laughs with Billy and Tommy, and stared at Wanda when it wasn't too obvious. She had been subtly putting on a show for him the whole time, swaying her hips as she walked, bending and posing provocatively, and whispering and giggling in his ear. He felt his cock throb in his pants as Wanda set his cake down in front of him, but did his best to act normal.
Once the happy birthday song and cake eating were over, Wanda was elated to see that her sons were exactly how she expected them to be. Zonked out. Since they were young, whenever big meals were served to them, afterwards, they'd fall into a food coma and be out for the next couple hours.
Y/N was sitting awkwardly next to them, trying to entertain himself with the gift the boys got him, a small Marvel Lego set, when Wanda entered the living room, took his hand, and slowly dragged him into the kitchen. She shut the door behind him and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Finally," she said, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, "It's just us. This is what I've been wanting all night."
Y/N's hands instinctively went to Wanda's waist, trying to be subtle as he felt her up through her dress. He was shy as always, but he managed to mumble, "You look so beautiful. Just… drop dead gorgeous, Wanda."
She just smirked, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, making him shiver before pulling away. "I know, darling. You think I got all dressed up just for fun? No, this is all for you."
As Y/N continued to watch her every move with hungry eyes, Wanda reached down into a hidden kitchen cabinet and pulled out one of the fine wines she kept for special occasions. She got two glasses out and poured herself and Y/N some before sauntering back over to him and handing him a glass. "Tommy was… sweet buying the Dr. Pepper. But you're a big boy. I think you'll like something with a more… refined taste."
Y/N sipped the wine, trying to hide the small grimace that involuntary flashed across his face as the initial flavor hit his tongue. After letting the taste kick in for a couple seconds, he rasped out, "It's good, Wanda. Thank you."
She just laughed at how adorable he was, taking a swig from her own glass before setting it down and wrapping her arms around him again. She liked to feel his solid warmth underneath her hands. She leaned up once more, pressing some long, slow kisses to his neck as she mumbled, "Thank you for coming, baby. Thank you for letting me celebrate you. You deserve it more than anyone."
Wanda then guided him to set his glass down and began to sway with him. There was no music, but the couple didn't need it. They had each other. The rhythm of their hearts was enough.
Y/N's big hands slid down to Wanda's waist, steadying her. He gazed into her green eyes, feeling more love for her in this one moment than he ever did for any of the girls he was formerly with at college. He leaned down to give her a soft, slow kiss, whispering as he pulled away, "No. Thank you for having me. This is the best birthday I've ever had."
Wanda smiled widely as he kissed her, gripping onto his shoulders harder than before. She felt more cherished now than she ever did in her whole marriage with Vision.
The pair spent the next couple minutes dancing and drinking. Once Wanda was sure that Y/N was at least buzzed from the wine, she pulled away from him. She was excited. She was about to give him his big present. She took his hand, helping steady him, and murmured, "Come with me, handsome. Just be quiet so we don't wake the boys."
Wanda then quietly dragged him from the kitchen up to her bedroom, a place he had been so many times, but she didn't let him in just yet. "Stay here for a couple minutes, okay? Can you do that for me? When I'm ready for you to come in, I'll knock on the door three times."
Y/N nodded in acknowledgement and Wanda slipped into her room. She made quick work of taking her dress off, rushing to hang it back in her closet and grabbing what hung beside it. Once the dress was off, she put on a silk robe. It came with the lingerie set, made of the same red color.
She checked herself out in the mirror, tightening the robe's tie. She wanted the lingerie underneath to be completely hidden for the time being. She was Y/N's present, and she wanted him to have fun unwrapping her.
Once she was completely sure only the robe was showing, she went back to the door, knocking on it thrice to let Y/N know she was ready for him. She stood back as he began to open it, wanting him to take all of her in from a distance.
Once Y/N stepped in and she saw the way his eyes widened, she knew she had won. He was frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and glued to the way the thin robe hugged her mature curves. Wanda laughed internally, realizing that she didn't even need the lingerie. This robe alone would have been enough to drive him crazy.
As adorable as he was just standing nervously in the doorway, Wanda wanted more from Y/N than just his obsessive gaze. She slowly raised her hand, wagging her finger as a "come here" gesture. "Come on, sweet boy. Don't just stand there. Come unwrap your present."
Y/N, being unable to refuse any command Wanda gave him, quickly shut and locked the door behind him and approached her. He swallowed hard, staring at the way the robe pushed her breasts up as he mumbled, "M-my present? But I already got the Legos-"
Wanda smirked, bringing a slender finger up to his lips and shushing him. He was so earnest, it made her want to pin him down right then and there. "Shh. Your gratitude is admirable, but we both knew from when you first walked in the door that you were going to get something much better than Legos tonight."
She then took Y/N's hand, guiding it down to where the tie of her robe was. She rested his hand right on the knot and continued, "Go ahead, love. You're a big boy. You know how to untie a knot."
Y/N's eyes shifted from the knot to her piercing green eyes, bearing the hunger of a predator. He swallowed hard again, asking quietly, "Are you sure, Wanda? Do you really want me to?"
Wanda nodded, knowing he often needed extra reassurance and encouragement. She took his other hand, pulling it up so that it was also at the knot as she spoke "I'm sure. I'm your gift, and I want you to unwrap me. In fact, I'm not asking. Mommy demands you unwrap your gift."
After uttering those words, she watched his eyes glaze over. They always did when she weaponized his mommy kink against him. Just those two syllables, and he was completely weak for her.
He mumbled a quiet noise of acceptance and acknowledgment and finally began to take her robe off. He slowly undid the knot, shyly looking up at her for more direction once that was completed. She gave him a nod of encouragement, signaling him to open the robe up.
"O-oh my god," spilled from his lips as the two sides of the robe yielded to reveal the lingerie she was wearing underneath it. He stood there, gobsmacked, as he took in the way the beautiful, intricate lace highlighted her curves. Wanda had never felt more powerful than she did in this moment.
She pushed the robe off her shoulders, twirling around once slowly, flaunting her body so Y/N could see how every edge of her body looked. Once she completed the 360, she looked up at him again, still frozen and gawking, and spoke, "You like what you see, baby boy? You like how mommy looks when she's all dolled up for you?"
Y/N answer left his mouth before he could even think properly. "Yes! I-I love it, mommy. You look… amazing."
Wanda giggled at his eager, shy answer, and stepped up closer to him again. She reached up, pushing the button up shirt off of him, and motioned for him to lift up his arms, which he immediately did, allowing her to easily slide his white undershirt off.
Wanda stood back for a moment, admiring him as much as he was admiring her. She whistled lowly, running her nail down between his pecs, all the way to the waistband of his shorts. "You're the birthday boy, but mommy's also getting a gift tonight. You're stunning as always, darling."
She watched as Y/N turned red from the compliment, mumbling a fast "thank you" as she began to lead him over to the bed. She gently pushed him down into a position he had been in many times already, his head back on the pillow and Wanda straddling his lap. Usually they jumped right into the action, but tonight, she was taking it slow.
She took the lead, as always, guiding his hand to her lace-covered breast as she whispered sultrily, "Why don't you play with your present a little, baby? Mommy wants you to touch her."
Y/N was shy, but he knew not to waste an opportunity. He began to gently squeeze and grope her breast, the added sensation of the lace over her nipple making her moan involuntarily. He took that as a good sign, bringing his other hand up and kneading her other breast.
The feeling of his big hands groping her made Wanda instinctively begin to grind against his lap, stifling moans into quiet whimpers. "O-oh! Oh, fuck, yeah, baby, just like that! Keep touching mommy."
Y/N continued to touch her through the lace for a couple more minutes before reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. His hips bucked instinctively as her breasts spilled out, earning another moan from her. He rarely took action like that without her deliberate direction, and she loved it. She leaned down, pushing her breasts towards his face as she whispered, "Mmm, someone's eager to get to his gift. You're hungry tonight, sweetheart. Mommy loves it."
Y/N quickly adapted to the proximity of her breasts to his face and leaned in, moaning as he attached his mouth to one of her nipples and began suckling. Wanda threw her head back, her hands tangling in his hair, pushing him deeper into her chest.
He was ravenous when it came to tit sucking, and he showed that more than ever tonight. Y/N alternated between Wanda's breasts, sucking at her nipples, leaving kisses all along her skin, and simply groaning as he pushed his face in her cleavage. The boy was insatiable, and it turned Wanda on to no end.
As he continued to worship her breasts, Wanda slid her hands down and began to undo his shorts. She undid the button and guided him to lift his hips so she could pull him down. Once his pants were off, she began to touch him through his boxers. He moaned loudly against her breasts, causing her to shiver in return.
"God, handsome. Just a couple touches and you're already crying out for me," she murmured, rhythmically squeezing the spot where his erectile device was, making him harder by the second.
Y/N nodded desperately, his hands still cupping her tits, not wanting to let go of her body. Wanda thought he looked adorable like that, so needy and addicted to her.
Once he was fully hard and out of his boxers, Wanda shifted so that he could feel the heat of her soaked pussy against his cock. Y/N threw his head back at the sensation, his hips instinctively bucking up against her, his tip rubbing against the lace. He begged, "Please, mommy, I wanna be inside you so badly."
Wanda looked down at him with a gaze of pure love and adoration. She loved having this big, strong boy so needy for her, rutting up against the fabric of her panties like it was heaven itself. She didn't have him take them off, yet, she simply instructed, "Just keep rutting, baby boy. You need to get warmed up before you fuck mommy's pussy."
Y/N let out a whine, but, of course, didn't protest. His hands went from her breasts to her waist, holding her steady against him as he began to slide his cock against her panties. The friction made him groan, and it felt just as good for Wanda. The pressure of the lace against her clit had her grinding down against him, giving him more friction in return.
Wanda let him rut against her for a little while, happily taking in the sounds of his whimpers and the look of desperation on his face. Once he began to really get into it, she stopped him, worried that he would cum just from doing this.
She leaned down, pulling his hands away from her waist as she pressed down on his abdomen to stop his rutting, "Good boy, baby, good boy. But that's enough. You're all worked up now, just how I wanted you to be. Now you're ready for my pussy."
Y/N's eyes widened excitedly, and Wanda shifted so that he could easily slide the rest of her lingerie off, but, to her surprise, he simply slid them to the side and lined himself up with her entrance.
She raised one eyebrow as she slowly lowered herself down onto his cock, murmuring, "To the side, huh? You think mommy looks pretty like this? You wanna fuck me while I'm all dressed up pretty for you?"
Y/N let out a loud groan as Wanda sheathed herself on his cock and clenched hard around him. His hands flew back to her waist, trying to keep his composure as he answered, "Y-yes, mommy. I think keeping it on while we fuck is hot."
Wanda giggled, beginning to slowly lift herself off his cock and then slide back down again just the way he liked. She reached up, playfully squeezing one of his pecs while speaking, "My baby boy has a dirty mouth on him today, huh? Well, it is your special day, after all, so I'll allow it."
Y/N's head was thrown back at the feeling of her tight cunt slowly sliding up and down his cock, relishing the feeling of her wet heat around him. His hands gripped her waist tightly, his hips instinctively bucking up again when he looked at her again, seeing the way the lingerie clung to her curves as she fucked him.
The sight of his cock disappearing into her cunt was enough to make him crazy, but that paired with the lingerie had him going wild. He usually just let Wanda ride him, but today, he couldn't hold back, and began to fuck up into her in return. "Fuck, mommy, your pussy feels so good."
Wanda just giggled again, not minding it. She knew he was still completely under her spell, if anything, now he was just even more desperate for her than ever before. She continued to grind down on him as she leaned in close to whisper, "I know it does, baby boy. You just keep fucking into me just like that. Take what you need from mommy."
Y/N took that as a green light, gripping onto Wanda's hips hard enough to bruise as he began to fuck up into her heat even harder. Wanda leaned down, pushing her tits back in his face, surrounding him with her essence so she was the only thing he could think of. She wanted to break him.
As his mouth attached to her nipples again, his face buried in her breasts, she felt his thrusts begin to grow quick and erratic. She knew he was close. Her hands went up to his hair, pushing his face deeper, trying to overwhelm him until he went past the point of no return. She continued to slowly slide up and down on his cock as he thrusted, murmuring, "Are you close, baby boy? You ready to cum deep in mommy's pussy?"
Y/N nodded frantically, letting out noise that sounded like a sob as mumbled, "Yes! Yes, mommy! Please, I need to cum inside you!" He continued to thrust, his thighs slamming against her ass as he fucked her with all the force he had. He was so powerful, but so, so desperate.
Wanda could have chosen to keep edging and teasing him. She'd done it before, and she knew she'd do it again, but not today. It was his special day, and this was his gift. He deserved to feel good. Despite how hard he was thrusting, Wanda remained soothing and calm and whispered right in his ear, "Then do it, sweet boy. Cum inside mommy. You've earned it."
Her words immediately broke something in him, and with one final thrust, burying himself as deep inside her as possible, he finally came. He let out a loud cry of, "Mommy!" and soon, Wanda felt that beautiful, sticky liquid leaking out of his tip and into her pussy.
That feeling, combined with knowing she had made him this desperate, always did it for her, and soon, she came as well. She didn't rush, she just slowly collapsed against him, still giving him a few slow grinds to rock him through his orgasm.
Y/N was looking up at her with reverence as she cupped his face in her hands, slowly leaning down to give him a sensual, sloppy kiss on the lips. More than anything, she hoped he'd had a good birthday.
After simply lying in content silence for a couple minutes, she whispered, "Happy birthday, sweet boy. I hope we gave you a good day."
Y/N nodded sleepily as he leaned his head against her chest, his big hands tugging her even closer to him. "It was the best birthday ever, mommy. Thank you so much." A pause as he yawned, and then, "I love you."
Wanda froze slightly. They'd never said that to each other before. But she had felt it more times than she could count. She leaned down once again, slowly kissing his forehead as she finally spoke the words she had wanted to say to him for months. "I love you, too, sweetie."
As she lay on top of Y/N, admiring the face of the boy who had flipped her world upside down for the better, she knew she was the lucky one. She was always scared that after Vision, she'd never find another man like him. And she was right. She'd found better.
author’s note: silly drabble that has been on my mind for a long time… and I probably have a silly dacryphilia kink…
Pairing: Emo Wanda x Gender Neutral Reader
warning (s): Sub Emo Wanda x Top Gender Neutral Reader, lots of dacryphilia, gentle sex, reader has a cock, emotional sex, reassurances, crying through all of it, smallest angst if you squint.
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“It’s okay sweetheart. Take your time.” You whisper so very gently against Wanda’s ear, kissing behind the lobe of her ear.
You trace your fingers so gently along her spine, silently admiring your girlfriend.
Her eyes, usually that shade of green you love so much, bright as stars, were now completely focused on your penis, hard against her belly.
"I just... I need to prepare myself..." Wanda whispers in such a sweet and insecure tone that you smile slightly, caressing her flushed face.
“Of course, dear. Whatever you need." Even though you and her have done this at least a billion times, Wanda still got so shy, so insecure as if she wasn't 100% sure of what to do next.
You admire her normally pale skin, now with a beautiful reddish blush that makes your pupils dilate. The tips of her ears, her cheeks, her neck... Everything in such a beautiful shade of pink that you can't help but move, kissing her skin tenderly.
"My beautiful girl..." Whispering against her fragrant skin, you can feel the shivers running through Wanda's body. She was ready.
Her hand delicately takes your cock, caressing the reddened crown gently. She looks at you with those wide green eyes, now practically consumed by her dilated pupil.
"That's right, darling..." Wanda's thighs flex slightly beside you, until she slowly rises, taking great care as she begins to fit you inside her.
Her sweet pussy was as hot and wet as always. It wasn't very difficult for Wanda to get aroused. You could feel her clitoris now more prominent, gently touching her stomach. The small contact is enough to make Wanda whimper.
"It's so big..." Wanda whispers, biting her lower lip. She hasn't taken it all, not yet, but she's so close that you have to resist the strong urge to just bend her down and fuck her the way you want.
"I know, love, but you can take it all." You give small kisses on her bare shoulder, feeling Wanda's trembling fingers trying to anchor themselves in the hair at the nape of your neck.
When she finally goes all the way down on your cock, she immediately whimpers, shaking her head, clearly lost in the delicious sensation of being so full, and the slight stretch her internal muscles have to make to accommodate you.
"It's very..." Your hands gently hold Wanda's hips, his impressions sinking into her soft flesh very gently. "I..."
"Shh... Calm down, dear." You caress her cheek, watching Wanda slowly open her eyes to meet yours. They are shining with unshed tears, and you can't help but smile affectionately.
She hasn't even moved yet and she's already like this, crumbling so easily. A single touch and your girlfriend turns into a mess.
"You are so perfect, Wands..." The affectionate nickname slips easily from your lips, hands pulling her pliable body until she can feel her sweet breasts against your own chest. "Taking all of me, you are perfect, love..."
Wanda looks at you, sniffing softly, tears finally falling from her beautiful eyes in quick succession. She moves until she is practically glued to your body, moaning softly as she feels your cock moving inside her.
This happens more often than she would like. She simply can't help it. The feeling of being loved like this, held like this, makes her feel important. Necessary. In a way she had never felt before, especially after losing everything she loved so much.
You let her cry as always, knowing that she needed to vent her complicated feelings. Your lips delicately moved against her neck, feeling small drops of salt from her tears running.
"I am good..." You hear Wanda whisper tremulously, and you are not sure if she is affirming herself, or if she needs to hear you say it once more.
"You are perfect, my little witch." You gently guide her movements, holding her hips as you begin to move your cock inside her, letting her feel your penetrations.
Wanda somehow cries even more with your words, and she looks perfect like that. You cradle your hand against her dark hair, and she immediately wraps her hands around your neck.
You neither speed up nor slow down your thrusts. The rhythm is languid, the slow thrusts making her feel how deep you are inside her.
"My Wanda..." A whisper escapes your lips, and Wanda sniffs as she continues to cry. She moves until she finds your lips, letting you take control of the kiss easily.
You smile as you entwine your tongue with hers, gently kissing her. You can feel small tears against your skin, but you don't mind.
Your thumb moves between your bodies, easily finding Wanda's hypersensitive clitoris. You move it in small circles, listening to her sweet whimpers and moans against your own lips.
Before you can even increase the speed a little, you feel a liquid splattering. She’s so easy to please, one right touch and she melts into a puddle. The vision makes you smile, and somehow her crying gets even a little more intense.
She screams as she cum, and you admire her open lips, the tears still falling over her sharp jawline. The overstimulation is almost enough to tire her body, but she refuses it. She needs more. Needs to know that you aren’t leaving. That you need her. That you love her.
“My love… So perfect.” Wanda cries against your neck, hiding her reddened face against the crook of your skin.
“S-So good…” She says still sniffling, her legs trembling due to the intensity of her squirt. You can feel the sheets wet underneath your bodies, but you ignore it for now. Her hips start move again, not resisting to ride your cock, even though she’s still feeling sensible. “I’m y-yours…”
“Yes you are. Mine.” You answer on the same tone, letting Wanda free to do whatever she needs now. Admiring her crying face, you can’t help but smirk gently when her big eyes open, shining on the tears that won’t stop falling so soon, and the deep satisfaction of feeling you like that.
Her slender arms hug your neck, just wishing more. More of you fucking her. More of you kissing her tears. More of your gentle reassurances. More of your kisses. More of you.
Pairing: Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Beefy!GN!Reader
Word Count: ~2k
Summary: You skip half of your workout, so Natasha only gives you half the pleasure she usually gives. (Until you get sick of it and fuck the attitude out of her.)
Tags: Reader has a penis, No pronouns used for reader, Brat!Natasha, Brat Taming, Teasing, Blowjob, Deepthroat, Throat Fucking, Face Fucking, Cum Eating
A/N: Inspired by me procrastinating working out, sigh. This was originally just going to be a drabble/smth really short but I got into it. I love writing Nat getting dominated so much.
Six… Seven… Eight… BOOM!
The weight you had been lifting slammed onto the concrete floor harder than you expected. You'd meant to put it down gently, but you were exhausted. You quietly groaned, running your hand along your face exasperatedly as the other gymgoers gave you confused and concerned looks.
The last place you wanted to be today was the gym. You'd barely slept last night and had a rough day at work; all you wanted to do was settle onto the couch and take a nap, preferably with Natasha curled up against you.
As you put the weights that had been on the bar back in their rightful spots, you glanced up at yourself in the mirror that ran all the way across one wall of the gym. You flexed a little bit, admiring the physique you had acquired after all these months of hard work. You looked great. Skipping the final few workouts in your routine for today would be fine, you'd just work harder tomorrow.
You quickly washed up in the locker room, grabbed your bag, and made your way to the elevator. You leaned agaisnt the wall as it ascended to you and Natasha's floor in the Avengers tower, excited to finally be able to relax.
When the doors opened to the apartment, you were greeted by the sight of your girlfriend lounging on the sofa, working on a crossword puzzle. Natasha smiled when she saw you walk in and stood up to give you a kiss. "Hey, detka. You're back from the gym early. Everything okay?"
You nodded, your hands lingering on her waist as the kiss broke. "Yeah, Nat. Just a bit tired. I only did half my workout today, I just wasn't feeling it."
Natasha raised her eyebrow at that, a look of confusion crossing her face. You never skipped out on workouts, and she liked it that way. Your size and beef were what she loved most about you.
She reached out, running her small hands along your bulging biceps, speaking in a low tone, "Is that so?"
She continued to run her hands along the expanse of your muscles. Her touch traveled from your biceps, up to your shoulders, and down your chest. She was touching you slowly, intimately, like she did when worshiped you in bed.
When her hands made their way past your abs, her fingers hooked into the waistband of your sweatpants and began to pull them down. She then dropped to her knees, smirking up at you with the same devilish look she had on those nights before you ruined her.
Your eyes widened, this being the last thing you expected to happen when you came home. You stammered, "Babe, what are you doing-?" But your sentence was cut off when Natasha leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your cock.
"Oh, fuck," you groaned, just that first contact being enough to rile you up. Natasha just smirked, her small, soft hand coming up to help stroke you to full hardness.
Natasha pressed soft, open mouthed kisses along your cock, stroking whatever part of you she wasn't kissing. She gave you long, sloppy kisses on the tip, and slow, languid licks along your shaft.
Your head was thrown back in pleasure. The feeling of your girlfriend's mouth on you was pure ecstasy, and you needed it after a long, tiring day like today.
Once you were fully hard, Natasha began to lick all along your shaft. She licked from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head and sliding her tongue against your slit, making you shudder. "Fuck, baby, keep going," you groaned, your eyes still closed from the pleasure.
Natasha looked up at you, smiling devilishly as she saw the state you were in. You hadn't even the slightest idea of what she was doing. She pulled away for a moment to answer you, "I'm glad you're enjoying it, detka. I want make you feel good,"
You let out a loud moan as Natasha finally took you into her mouth, her warmth wrapping around the head of your cock. Her tongue lapped at the underside, your hands flying to her hair to hold her there.
She giggled, the sound sending another wave of pleasure through you. You pushed her head forward, trying to make her take you deeper, but she didn't budge. Her hands were locked around your thighs, and you only realized now that her nails were digging in, hard. She was holding herself right where she was, resisting your pushes.
You let off, not wanting to force her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. To your disappointment, she pulled back again, and went back to giving your cock slow licks and wet kisses. Of course, you loved anything she gave you, but you were past the buildup point. By now, she was usually deepthroating you, playing with your balls, and desperately sucking.
You let this go on for a couple more minutes before you reached down, pulling Natasha off your cock and lifting her chin up so her eyes met yours. "What are you doing, Nat?" you asked, trying to understand why she wasn't going all the way. "Why are you just doing your warmup stuff? I want to feel your throat."
Natasha looked like an angel as she kneeled in front of you, looking as sweet and loving as ever. She sat back on her knees, removing her hands from your thighs as she spoke matter of factly, like she was simply discussing the weather, "You did half your workout, so you get half a blowjob."
You stared down at her, dumbfounded. You waited for her to explain more, but she just cotinued to kneel there, gazing up at you. After you were silent for about a minute, she asked, "Should I continue? You never stop me when I'm giving you head. Are you okay?"
You groaned in a different way this time, realizing she was serious. You didn't finish your workout, so you didn't get the full extent of pleasure. How wickedly clever. You looked down at her, asking, "You're serious? That's all it is? I finish my workout and I'll get the rest of this blowjob?"
Natasha nodded, a gentle smile plastered on her face as she pulled your sweats and boxers back up, patting your cock as it strained against the fabric. "Mhm. Finish your workout, and I'll finish you off."
You grumbled, turning back around and grabbing your bag. You knew Natasha was obsessed with your physique and prioritized your maintenance of it, but you never expected her to go this far. And now, you had to work out with a glaring boner on top of all the other shit you had going on today. Great.
You didn't rush through your sets. You knew Natasha would be able to tell if you bullshitted them, and you couldn't imagine that would lead to anything good. Your cock throbbed as you worked out, the memory of Natasha's lips around you and the natural boost of testosterone combining to be pure torture.
Half an hour later, you trudged back into your shared apartment. Natasha was back at her crossword again, smiling the same way she did when she saw you walk in the first time. She approached you with the same greeting, a gentle kiss. This time, she asked, "You did it right this time, moya lyubov? You finished all your exercises?"
Natasha knew you did, but she loved to tease. She knew you'd snap soon and slam your cock into her throat, but she loved the buildup more than anything.
You gave her a nod, leaning back against the counter that was by the door. "Mhm. Got it all done this time. Why don't you get back to sucking now, yeah?"
Natasha playfully rolled her eyes, but she got down on her knees again anyway. She loved having your cock in her mouth as much as you loved her sucking it, and she couldn't say no to you when you asked like that.
She pulled your sweats and boxers down again, your cock springing free. She gasped, it was even harder and throbbing more than it was when she sent you back to the gym. She immediately leaned in, nuzzling against your balls as she licked under the base of your cock.
"Fuck, you're so hard. You were thinking about me in the gym, huh?" she teased, kissing and licking along your shaft like she did before.
You growled, gripping the base, pushing your cock towards her lips. "Of couse I was. You have a mouth like that on you, and you think I was just focusing on my pr?"
Natasha whimpered as you began to force your cock into her mouth, her body betraying her and happily accepting it as you pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth. The teasing, in control woman from before was gone, leaving the needy, horny woman who just wanted to suck your cock.
She gagged slightly as you hit the back of her throat, but she didn't falter. She just worked you with her tongue as you held her head there, breathing through her nose. Her nails dug into your thighs again, but this time, it wasn't about defying you. It was about keeping control of herself.
After a couple seconds, you let her pull back, catching her breath. You tilted her chin up yet again, giving her a command this time. "Be a good girl, Nat. Suck me right."
And Natasha did just that. She leaned back in, sucking the head like she did before, but taking you deeper, too, just the way you liked it. She sucked with just the right pressure, making you tilt your head back again, and lavished attention on all your most sensitive spots.
She stroked you as her mouth moved down to kiss and suck your balls, a move that always made you tremble. The combination of her mouth on your sack and her hand stroking you had you close. She was too good at this.
Natasha felt your hands in her hair again, pulling her face back up and pushing your cock back into her mouth. You began to thrust, hitting the back of her throat with each buck of your hips. All Natasha could do was moan and whimper, addicted to the feeling of getting her throat fucked.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," she heard you groan from above her. She kept her head in place, unable to reply, but silently telling you to keep using her. She whimpered loudly at your next words. "And you're gonna swallow it all."
After a few more rough thrusts, you buried yourself deep in her throat and unloaded. She felt you trembling, you cock throbbing in her mouth as jet after jet of your cum slid down her throat. She took it like a good girl, not gagging once, and swallowing it all.
When you finally pulled out of her mouth, she was looking up at you with that same look as before. Sweet, loving, obedient. It drove you crazy. She drove you crazy. But you loved it, and you both knew it.
Natasha stood up, leaning on her tip toes to give you a kiss, fingers digging now into your beefy shoulders as you tasted yourself on her tongue. She looked up at you when she pulled away, smirking like she held the reigns even though she just got her throat obliterated. "See what happens when you do your workouts right, Y/N? Isn't it so much more fun?"
You laughed, pulling her closer to you. You let her think she had you figured out. It was adorable. You answered, "I suppose. But letting you get bratty and then fucking it out of you is the most fun thing of all."
Natasha turned completely red, hiding her face in your shoulder. She mumbled something that sounded like "not funny," but inside, she loved it. She made a mental note, knowing that if you ever needed gym motivation again, all she had to do was be bratty.
You stayed beefy the way she liked, and she got destroyed by you afterwards. Perfect deal.
Ok now I can’t help but think of the what ifs for the star pupil.
What if Y/N couldn’t take it anymore and left instead of putting up with being used by them before they knew about the pregnancy? What if they decided not to tell Y/N until graduation? What if Wanda didn’t get pregnant, but Y/N still broke things off with them both because of their treatment of them?
There’s so many fun ways to twist this story around ngl
You all seem to have much better ideas for the series than I ever did 🥴 LMAO. To address your scenarios:
Y/N doesn't have the ability to stand up for themselves, I fear. They'd never leave the two women they've been yearning for, especially now that they're giving them attention.
I don't think hiding the pregnancy until graduation would have worked. In my mind, Y/N was a sophomore or junior in college. The baby would be born before graduation, and Y/N would be too suspicious of the timeline anyway. They'd know it was their child.
Again, Y/N isn't assertive. They know deep inside that Wanda and Nat's treatment of them is bad, but they consider themselves lucky to even be having relations with them at all. They truly love them both, and they'll accept anything the women give to them.
hey capulet, thanks for writing the finale of star pupil!! I really enjoyed the last ch even though it didn’t match my ideas 😭 the labor was well written
wait I’m so interested that you kindve didn’t like the series. What would you change if you could rewrite it? What were the other plots you were thinking of writing? What was your original idea for the last chapter?
I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter :)
As for my issues with the series, I didn't like how poorly thought out it was. I never planned out the chapters and what would happen in each, which I wish I did. I often felt stressed writing it, because I had no idea how I was going to continue or end it.
Some other plots I considered were having Natasha catch Wanda with Y/N in their home, breaking her second rule and making her very upset and Wanda and Natasha choosing to cut Y/N out of their life completely once Wanda fell pregnant, raising the baby as their own and never telling Y/N the truth.
And as for the last chapter... I didn't have an idea. Because as I said, this series was so poorly planned out, I was just trying to think up anything sensible to wrap it up. Your idea saved me, in a way. Overall, I just wasn't having fun writing it, and I write for fun, so it was a very counterintuitive experience.
Just wanted to say I loved the star pupil series, super angsty and super cute! Also that epilogue was so freaking adorable, little Pietro is so cute!! I’m also relieved, I was worried there for a minute Y/N was gonna cut off both of them right after the realization that they were both having sex with them, but before the pregnancy came to light. Again, loved the story! Thanks for not going the even more angsty route!
Thank you so much, I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I lowkey wanted to add more angst but my heart can’t handle too much ngl 😭
Summary: Natasha’s never quite seen herself like this before.
I almost managed to fulfill the entirety of the request, but alas… whoopsie
18+
Author’s note: Honestly? It's just porn. The word “cock” is used in reference to the strap.
It’s initially just black, darkness surrounding her, Natasha simply reveling in everything happening to her… until a sudden, sharp stinging is felt on the inside of her thigh, your hand coming down and making firm contact with the plushness there. Her eyes shoot open, a cry of surprise escaping her mouth that progresses into a high-pitched whine when the first thing she sees is herself reflected back at her in the mirror.
God, she looks absolutely pathetic right now—fucked out in a way she’s not used to seeing, never having been forced to watch herself before—and she closes her eyes again in an attempt to avoid the sight.
“Eyes open,” you tell her, “Eyes on you, unless… you want me to stop?” It’s teasing. You know very well what the answer to that question is, how much she currently needs you to keep going, for the pleasure you’re providing her with to keep sparking under her skin and firing up and down her spine until it settles back in her core.
But still, despite her desperation, she doesn’t reply to you.
“Use your words, Natasha,” you demand, punctuating your sentence by bucking your hips up to push into her a few times.
Your actions don’t make it any easier, and you smirk as she moans, loud and uncontrolled, echoing through the room and off the walls in the way that means she’s close. You’re lucky that Tony soundproofed your quarters after the first time your and Natasha’s romps were heard throughout the night, keeping the other Avengers awake with sounds that they never wanted to become familiar with in the first place.
“No, please, please don’t stop. I’m so close. Please,” Natasha then begs, her hips rolling with urgency, her body eager for you to keep relentlessly pounding into her, eager for the heat that being so completely filled by you brings about, for the ache from deep within her that only you can soothe to lessen.
“Already?” you ask even though you’re well aware of how near she is to tipping, how near the redhead is to falling into sweet oblivion. You know the signs of Natasha’s pleasure better than she does, able to recognize every expression that twists her face, able to decipher every jerk and jolt of her body, well acquainted with every potential reaction you could receive whenever you’re fucking her.
She just nods her head, struggling to find her voice. There’s too much input, too many sensations for her to process all at once.
“I said ‘words’,” you remind her, and you decide to let up, transitioning from harsh thrusts to languid ones in order to help her answer.
It doesn’t work.
“Can’t-” She almost doesn’t get the word out. “Fuck, can’t, can’t- so close, can’t, fuck-”
You hum, the noise more mocking than understanding. “Let me help then,” you murmur, reaching your hand toward the bedside table, grabbing at the vibrator you had left there beforehand. You switch it on, and the low buzzing that begins to fill the room makes a soft, helpless noise leave Natasha as she realizes just what’s coming.
You slowly skim the vibrator along her inner thigh, dragging it lightly across the sensitive skin there, a trail of goosebumps following the path it takes. It feels like it’s miles away from where she’s throbbing for it, so her back arches and her hips buck up in impatience, trying to make contact with the toy. She lets out an unfiltered whine as the strap shifts and reangles itself inside of her, falling forward, her hands landing on your knees.
She tries to catch her breath, but you don’t allow her to.
It’s at the lowest setting, but that doesn’t mean that the vibrator’s first touch against her clit doesn’t cause her eyes to roll back in her head, her hands quickly moving from your knees to scrabble at the sheets, grabbing hold of them and crushing them between her fingers. “Fuck!” she exclaims, startled by the suddenness. Her entire being is feverish, overheated, hypersensitive. There’s both satisfaction as the vibrations finally rack through her frame but also a burning need for more.
“Keep moving,” you demand when you notice her motions falter, when she starts to let the vibrator do all the work for her.
With difficulty, she begins pushing herself up before dropping herself down, resuming burying your strap deeply within her sopping hole. Her breasts jump with every movement as she continues to impale herself on the silicone, riding you like you requested, her fingers clutching at the sheets as she rocks weakly, overcome by the feelings that make her body twitch and writhe on top of you.
“That’s a girl,” you praise, “Bouncing so sweetly on my cock. Do you see yourself? Taking me so well?”
Natasha nods, her ability to speak having been stripped away by the almost unbearable sensation of you—the one hand holding her hip feeling like a brand, your strap stretching her cunt out deliciously, the vibrator pressed firmly to her clit to the point where she doesn’t know if it’s making everything better or worse at this point.
Her eyes are half-lidded, her mouth parted with irregular breaths as she takes in the sight of herself in the mirror again. She can see every piece of her—or perhaps pieces, as it feels like you’ve torn her apart bit by bit and left her scattered around the room—laid bare before her. Her skin shines with a thin sheen of sweat, her chest flushed a bright pink as she clearly becomes fatigued from all the exertion, but she stays determined, nonetheless. She can easily make out the sticky mess between her legs in the reflection; she watches how the silicone shaft glistens with her juices every time she raises her hips up and comes off its length slightly before sinking back down.
And she begins working faster, harder, grinding in needy, clumsy circles, as if seeing herself only furthers the fire she has building inside. Her dignity was abandoned somewhere along the way, and she can’t bring herself to care when you’re stuffing her full like only you ever can.
You notice her gaze drop to where you’re both connected, staring fixatedly at how the strap rhythmically plunges in and out of her hole, slick noises mixing with her moans.
“Just look at you,” you say, “You’re dripping, soaked. This pretty pussy was just begging to be fucked like this, wasn’t it?”
Natasha warms at the vulgar way you’re talking about her, blushing at your tone, at your words, but her body betrays her, and she clenches down on the silicone unconsciously.
A coy smile appears on your face at her bashfulness, at how she tries to hide just how much she’s enjoying everything. You can’t help but tease her further. “Say it,” you request.
When she doesn’t answer, shaking her head, too embarrassed to do so, you repeat yourself.
It’s a command this time—you’re no longer asking—and she knows that, so she takes a breath in preparation to echo the crude words back at you, but you don’t give her enough time, turning the vibrator up to the highest setting, the touch causing her entire being to thrum.
Natasha jumps as the sudden increase, the switch from the soft and steady vibrations to the severe ones jarring, you giving her no warning or chance to adjust. “My pussy was begging for it!” she cries out, “Fuck! It was begging! I’m begging!”
You hum again in satisfaction when she finally gets the words out. “That’s right,” you agree, “And begging girls don’t get to come.” You turn the vibrator back down, a chuckle leaving you when you see how her eyes widen in desperation. She’s trembling with the need to finally make it over the edge you’re keeping her on; you’ve been tormenting her by dangling her release just out of reach.
“No,” she pleads, “No, please, I’m good. I’m good. I’m not begging, I’m good.”
You just shake your head, tutting. “You just said you were begging,” you remind her.
Natasha whines. It’s true. She is begging, but she’s willing to say whatever it takes right now for you to let her to come.
“I’m good,” she tries to convince you again.
You then shush her, taking pity on the redhead that’s currently been reduced to a simple, babbling mess on your lap.
“I know you are,” you reassure softly, “My good girl, always my good girl.” And then you turn the toy back up, letting the vibrations resume their assault on her sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that you know will send her careening in just moments.
When she feels the intensity spike, Natasha stops remembering how to hold herself together; she doesn’t want to hold herself together. She’s falling with no desire to catch herself as everything overloads her system and takes her apart. Her release crashes through her and makes her forget how to breathe altogether, both her inhales and exhales stuttering to a stop in her chest before she remembers that she actually does need oxygen.
It’s the best form of torture when you continue to hold the vibrator directly against her clit, not giving her any respite, and her body shakes and shudders as the onslaught remains rushing through her.
“Wait, no more,” she chokes out, “Can’t- no more.”
“Someone just told me she wanted this. Now you’re saying that your greedy little cunt can’t take it?”
“No- no,” Natasha keeps protesting as you don’t let up, “S’too much-”
“You can do it,” you encourage, knowing her limits, knowing when to push and when to pull away, and right now, despite her objections, there’s no way Natasha truly wants you to ease up. She craves another climax; her body craves another climax. It’s blatantly telling you so as her hips still rock back and forth on your strap, as her walls clamp down tightly on the silicone as if trying to milk every drop of pleasure from you that she possibly can.
You start moving with her, hard and forceful snaps of your hips into her squelching cunt as the vibrator still buzzes against her causing her to gasp at the dual sensations.
A moan catches in her throat, her breath hitching, overstimulation warring with the euphoria that always follows an orgasm given to her by you. She goes to protest again but is abruptly stopped when you shove two fingers into her open mouth, effectively cutting the redhead off, preventing her from voicing anything further.
“Hush,” you murmur, your voice just a soft whisper against the shell of her ear, the brush of your lips along her skin making her shiver. Her tongue instinctively swirls around your digits before sucking on them gently, soaking them with her saliva, a trail of it beginning to dribble out the side of her mouth.
“There you go,” you praise, “Just stay quiet and let me play with you.”
This time, Natasha complies, focusing now on you in her mouth, on the weight of your fingers on her tongue, trying to distract herself from the unrelenting pressure of the vibrator and the wet slide of the strap inside her.
She can tell she’s quickly approaching another peak, and she wants to tell you, to warn you, but with your fingers pushed to the back of her throat, all she can do is whimper around them.
Fortunately for her, she doesn’t need to say anything. You can see it clear as day on her face in the mirror, see it in the way her head is lolling from side to side against your shoulder as her back leans heavily against your front. The vibrator is still at the highest setting, persistent and ruthless in its stimulation, and Natasha, even though she was just overwhelmed with ecstasy, is back to feeling starving for more, hips still working.
“One more,” you tell her before asking a question even though you know she can’t respond with your fingers caressing her tongue: “You can give me one more, can’t you? Just one more?”
She groans, eyes fluttering shut, trying to nod as she continues to suck and lick at your skin.
“Then come for me again,” you command, “I want you to come again all over my cock.”
Those words are all it takes, Natasha never able to disobey you, and she’s thrown into yet another climax after only just having recovered from the first, a loud, keening sound getting ripped from deep within her chest. She’s engulfed by it, drowning in it, the entire room feeling as though it’s spinning as she becomes dizzy with pleasure, unable to find her equilibrium through the vibrations that you still haven’t yet turned down. The only thing holding her together right now, the only thing grounding her, is the feeling of you, stable behind her.
After a few seconds of tension, of her muscles pulled taut, she drops limply against you, hips finally going still, too exhausted to keep moving. You gently pull the vibrator away from the apex of her thighs, switching it off, the sensations still there but now dulled to residual, phantom tingles that spread from her core outward to the rest of her body in waves.
You let her settle, Natasha very obviously spent, unable to take any more for the time being, and she curls into you, the strap still buried between her legs as she shifts to press her face into the crook of your neck.
You brush a light kiss to the crown of her head. “Is it safe to assume you can’t handle another?” you ask playfully.
capulet thank you for writing pt 2 to the Christmas fic it was so good 🤭
I also really like your new series star pupil. I wasn’t expecting Wanda to get pregnant but I’m hooked. I hope the baby is a girl!! I also hope you write Wanda going into labor bc I want to see Nat and R fighting over her. Ik that you want them to be happy now but it’ll be entertaining if they fight since Nat is Wanda’s wife but R wants to be supportive 😏 I really like the series!!
The finale is posted! I wasn't originally going to write about Wanda's labor, but this ask made me do it. I know you wanted a fight, but I thought R and Nat working together to soothe Wanda would be much better :) I hope you enjoy the final chapter, even though it doesn't match your ideas, anon.
Chapter Summary: Wanda gives birth with her two loves right beside her.
Tags: Fluff, Descriptions of Labor/Giving Birth
A/N: This is the finale of this series! I hope you all enjoy it; thank you to those who have stuck with me and read this whole series :). Honestly, I didn't like how I went about this series, and I am disappointed in the way I approached it, but now I know what to do better next time. It felt messy to me. I changed the plot about a hundred times, and I'm just not proud of it in general. Regardless, I hope you guys like how I ended it! Enjoy.
The past couple months flew by for Natasha, Wanda, and Y/N. The three of them were constantly working to get their house ready for the baby and making sure that Wanda was completely taken care of.
Being the most physically strong, Y/N took on the role of setting up the baby's room. They built the crib, painted the walls, and hung up the mobile above the crib, stylized with red moons and stars, a nod to Wanda's magic. They took meticulous care to baby-proof the house, setting up gates and putting edge guards on sharp corners, counters, and desks throughout the house.
Natasha was the one who was most attentive to Wanda. Being her wife of many years, she knew Wanda's body better than Y/N did. She helped her through her morning sickness, massaged her feet, and cooked dinners that nourshed both her and the baby.
Though Y/N and Natasha showed their love and care for her in different ways, Wanda couldn't be more grateful. Most women only had one person watching over them during their pregnancy, and she had two.
Wanda's favorite moments were early in the mornings, when she was lying in bed, sandwiched between her wife and her lover. Y/N's front would be pressed against her back, their arms snaked around her waist, and their hands resting protectively on her baby bump.
Natasha was on the other side of Wanda, facing her. Her hands were also outstretched, sharing the area of her bump with Y/N's hands. Wanda loved feeling both of her loves' hands on her, loved knowing that she was so protected and cherished.
This morning, Wanda shifted, groaning quietly. She was nine months along; the baby was due any day now, and she could defnitely feel it. She felt huge, heavy, and more ready than ever to meet their little bundle of joy.
Natasha was the first one to wake when she heard Wanda's groan. The constant need to be alert she learned in the Red Room never left her, and during Wanda's pregnancy, it had been extremely beneficial. Whispering so as not to wake Y/N, Natasha spoke, "Morning, Wands. How are you feeling?"
Wanda leaned forward to give her wife a kiss, answering as she pulled back, "'M okay. I just feel like I'm ready to burst."
She paused, looking down at her stomach. Natasha had moved her hands off of it, and now, only Y/N's remained. Wanda reached a hand of her own down to rest over Y/N's, and also to try to get more information about the baby through her magic.
Her eyes glowed faintly as she tried to feel the life growing inside her. Unlike usual, her eyes didn't fade back to their regular green, they snapped back. She quickly retracted her hand and looked back up at Natasha. She had a panicked look, but also a determined one. She continued, "It's going to be today, Nat. I can feel it. They're coming."
Hearing the hushed voices of their lovers, Y/N finally roused from their slumber. As they sat up, they gave Wanda a soft kiss on the nape of her neck, and then leaned forward to give Natasha a peck on the lips.
They finally removed their hands from Wanda's bump and stretched, yawning as they mumbled, "What're you guys talking about?"
Wanda and Natasha exchanged a smile as they both stared at Y/N, always so sleepy and adorable in the morning. Natasha reached out to flatten their messy bedhead as Wanda explained, "I used my magic to check on the baby. They feel… ready. I have almost no doubt they're coming today."
That quickly jolted Y/N out of their sleepy morning state. Despite Natasha being the one who took more physical care of Wanda throughout her pregnancy, Y/N was just as protective. Their hands were always on her bump when they were out in public, and they were constantly checking up on her.
"Today? Like, this day?" they stammered, trying to make sense of it, "Do you know when? Do we need to get you to the hospital?"
Wanda chuckled, finding their concern endearing, as she did throughout her whole pregnancy. She reached up, running her hand gently along their face in an attempt to soothe them as she answered, "Yes, today, silly. When? I don't know. But it probably would be a good idea to get me to the hospital. It's always better to be prepared."
With that, Y/N and Natasha both jumped into action.
Natasha grabbed Wanda's favorite tote bag and began to pack up some essentials. She made sure she had Wanda's ID and insurance card, an outfit for the baby to wear going home (an adorable onesie with cute spider web patterns), and some snacks. She also got the carseat they bought weeks ago and strapped it into the backseat of the car.
As for Y/N, they were now the one taking care of Wanda. Being as strong as they are, it was easy for them to lift Wanda up and carry her down to the car. Wanda giggled, wrapping her arms around their neck and kissing their cheek. She whispered, "You've been so good to me, you know?"
Y/N nodded, but Wanda could see the confused look on their face. She knew that in their mind, they were doing the bare minimum, because they just naturally had a heart of gold. She shifted to lean her head against their chest as she continued, "Not a lot of people in your position would have stayed, Y/N. You're a college student in the prime of your life. Not many people in your position want to be tied down to a baby or be a parent."
Y/N knew that, but to them, the thought of abandoning Wanda and not being in their child's life was the worst possible thing they could imagine. This was their child, and they were going to be there for it no matter what. They leaned down to kiss Wanda's forehead and said, "I could never do that. They're mine. They're ours. Yours, mine, and Natasha's. I can't abandon the three people I love the most."
Wanda's heart soared at their words, and she knew that she couldn't have had a happier accident, having Y/N be the parent of her child. "I'm so lucky. You and Natasha are the best I could ever ask for. I love you."
Y/N blushed as she said that, finally arriving at the car. Natasha had the door open, and as Y/N placed Wanda into the car, they mumbled, "I love you, too."
Months ago, Natasha would have been jealous seeing that exchange, but now, it warmed her heart. There was something special about seeing the people you love most in the world also love each other. "You two are too cute," she said with a smile as she got into the driver's seat of the car.
While Natasha drove, Y/N was sitting in the back, fidgeting with the strap of the carseat Natasha had installed. They were lost in thought, and still honestly couldn't even believe they were here right now. In the back of their favorite professors' car, on the way to the birth of their baby.
As they watched the landscape go by, they remembered the early days. Fucking Wanda in her classroom, only to be discarded moments after they made her cum. Natasha walking away from them just moments after they ate her out.
The journey to this moment was far from painless, but they knew it was now worth it. With every tryst, with every secret meetup with each of the women, Y/N had cracked their cold, distant exteriors bit by bit, and now, they barely even remembered the suffering. All they could think about was their future and their child.
Being lost in thought had made the drive go by quickly for Y/N, and before they knew it, they were at the hospital. As soon as Natasha parked, they took charge, "Nat, can you grab her bag? I'll carry her in until we can get a wheelchair for her."
Natasha nodded, grabbing the bag she had packed earlier, but as Y/N reached to pick Wanda up from the passenger seat, she pushed them away and laughed. "Y/N, baby, you can't carry me in. That's silly. I can walk a couple feet."
Wanda knew her protests were fruitless from the moment she aired them, but once she saw the petulant look on Y/N's face, she knew it was all over. She sighed, shifting so that it would be easy for them to pick her up. In a world where many parents refused to even be present for their child's birth, she knew she had no right to complain about Y/N carrying her. She laughed again as they scooped her up, wrapping her arms around their neck. "Fine. Just be careful. Try not to cause too much of a scene, okay?"
Y/N nodded diligently, and with a playful sigh, Wanda directed them to start walking in.
To many, the sight of them was unconventional. A pregnant lady being carried inside by a much younger person with another older woman walking proudly beside them, carrying the prenatal bag. But to them, all they felt was love and grattitude that they all had each other.
Finally, Y/N set Wanda down as they got to the check in desk. Wanda stated her name, and Natasha had just gotten out Wanda's insurance card to hand to the clerk, when suddenly, Wanda gripped tightly onto the desk, lurching over.
Y/N and Natasha both quickly put their hands on her shoulders, asking if she was okay, but all Wanda could do was groan and continue to white-knuckle the edge of the desk. They both knew she was beginning to have contractions, and since she couldn't speak for herself, Natasha began to explain it to the clerk.
"This is Wanda Maximoff. She's about to give birth," she slid over Wanda's ID and insurance card, hoping the clerk would take it and immediately order a wheelchair to get Wanda to a room. Natasha tried to remain calm, but the tension in her voice came through with every word. "Can you please take her in? She just needs a room and to see a nurse."
The clerk looked up at the throuple, clearly silently judging. She slowly clicked around on her computer, verifying Wanda's identity and setting up a claim to send to insurance. She wasn't moving nearly as fast as any of them would have liked, and Y/N was the most nervous of all.
They had bent down by Wanda, and were holding her hand as she suffered through her first couple contractions. She was sobbing, and they were having absolutely none of it. They kept their hand oustretched for Wanda to squeeze as they stood up, confroning the clerk. "Where is the nearest wheelchair? I'll get it myself. I just need to get her somewhere comfortable."
The clerk could see that all three people were cleatly agitated. Though she understood nothing of what was going on with their dynamic, she knew she'd rather just give them what they wanted than cause a fight. Natasha was already staring daggers at her, and though they were the biggest softie inside, Y/N looked more than a little intimidating to outsiders.
Wanda leaned againt Natasha with relief as she heard the clerk say, "Go behind those doors. Don't worry, no alarm will go off. There's some wheelchairs right around the corner. I don't have a free room yet, but the lady can rest as I make some calls."
Y/N profusely thanked the clerk, and practially slammed through the doors to grab a wheelchair. They grabbed the first one they saw, and wheeled it back to Wanda at lightning speed.
"Oh God, you're a lifesaver," Wanda moaned as she practially hurled herself into the chair. Y/N and Natasha were each immediately at her side, letting her squeeze each of their hands for support during her contractions.
Y/N kept a watchful eye out for a nurse that was going to call them in while Natasha took on the role of placater. "Shh, it's okay, detka. I know it hurts, but we're here, and you'll get care soon."
Wanda groaned at her wife's words, another contraction coming over her as she spoke. Her eyes began to glow red, and she practically growled, "Can the care come faster? God, I wish I could be sedated for this."
It pained Natasha to see her wife like this, but it would be over soon enough, and the result of it would bring all three of them lifelong happiness. "It's coming. I promise, it's coming. Y/N is on alert. The second they see a nurse, they're gonna wheel you in. It's going to be okay."
Y/N was true to their job. They were on high alert, and the second a nurse came out, Y/N grabbed the wheelchair and began wheeling Wanda back. They didn't even wait to hear the nurse call her name. She was the priority, the baby was the priority, and they weren't about to let anything happen to either of them.
"Um, excuse me, you can't just-" the nurse started, rarely having seen the lack of regard for rules that Y/N possessed.
"Just point me in the direction of the room she's going to be in," Y/N interrupted, barely letting the nurse even catch up with them.
The nurse knew it was a lost cause at this point, so she simply sighed and pointed down the hallway as she spoke, "Room 132. On the left. There's some staff in there already waiting for her."
Y/N rushed Wanda into the room. Fortunately, the nurse was telling the truth, and there were some other nurses in the room already who quickly got to assisting Wanda. They got her out of her street clothes, into a medical gown and hoisted her up onto the hospital bed.
Both Y/N and Natasha were reluctantly standing back; they wanted to help Wanda, but they also didn't want to get in the way of the professionals. There was only one chair in the hospital room, and Y/N let Natasha have it. They stood by her, their hand anxiously kneading her shoulder, a nervous habit.
Natasha looked up, noticing Y/N's worry. Of course, she was worried, too, but she had more confidence. She looked up at Y/N and spoke softly, "Wanda's gonna be just fine. I've seen her go through a lot. Now, birth? This is a new one, but I have complete confidence in her."
Y/N nodded, feeling slightly better now that Natasha had said that. This wasn't going to be easy, but Wanda had both her loves by her side to help her through it.
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The next eight hours were stressful for all three of them. Labor wasn't a quick process; Wanda kept getting waves of painful contractions, and neither Y/N or Natasha could do anything to help her through it. She had an epidural, but now all they could do was wait.
Natasha was reading one of her Russian lit books, and Y/N was taking a restless nap on the small couch that had been moved into the room when it all began to happen.
Wanda was groaning louder than before now, and red tendrils of magic were flying from her hands and feet. Y/N was up in seconds, running to grab a doctor while Natasha slammed her book shut, moving beside her wife to offer any support she could.
When Y/N returned with the doctor, they saw Wanda squeezing Natasha's hand with an iron grip. She was crying out gibberish, alternating between, "It's happening" and "They're coming."
Y/N rushed to Wanda's other side, giving her another hand to squeeze. They nearly flinched when they felt how tight she was squeezing, but they didn't dare pull their hand away, knowing she needed them more than ever right now.
"You can do this, Wanda. You're so strong," Y/N spoke, trying to recall what they saw people say to their partners in labor in movies and TV.
Natasha was also talking Wanda through it, whispering quietly, "Just push, moya lyubov. You're doing such a good job."
Wanda truly appreciated her partners' words of support, but all she could do right now was scream and grip onto their hands. After a particularly high pitched wail, one of the delivery nurses happily exclaimed that the baby's head was out.
Natasha and Y/N both beamed, and the nurse continued to comfort Wanda. "The head is the hardest part, honey. You're essentially halfway there. Keep pushing."
Wanda threw her head back. She could have sworn the whole baby was out by now. Just the head? Were they serious? She began to cry, sniffling, "I can't. I can't keep pushing. It's too hard."
Y/N and Natasha both immediately jumped to action, shaking their heads and continuing to encourage her.
"Shhh, you can. You heard the nurse. You're halfway there. Just a little bit more."
"You're my strong girl. You can do this."
"The baby is almost here. You're so close, detka."
The kind words of her lovers gave Wanda the strength to keep pushing. She screamed and groaned, red magic tendrils flying everywhere as she continued to try.
After a couple more strong pushes, Wanda's hands clenched around Natasha and Y/N's harder than ever before. She let out a scream that rung out through the whole hospital, and a violent burst of red magic ripped through the room.
Then, it was quiet. Complete silence, beside the cries of the newborn baby.
The doctor and labor nurses were beaming, moving quickly to optimize the baby's comfort. Then, they picked up a large pair of scissors. They held it out to Y/N, asking them, "Would you like to cut the cord?"
Y/N had imagined this moment, imagined immediately jumping onto the opportunity. They were the second biological parent of this child, after all, but when they looked over at Natasha, they knew she should be the one to do it.
They shook their head, pointing over at Natasha. "I want her to do it. She deserves it."
Though the baby wasn't biologically hers, it was Natasha's child in every way that mattered. She had been with Wanda all these years, and she had taken such good care of her throughout the whole pregnancy. Natasha beamed down at the little life as she cut the cord, her eyes welling up with tears as she spoke, "Hey there, little one. I'm your mama."
She then reluctantly stepped back, looking at both Y/N and Wanda with a teary-eyed smile. They were both eagerly waiting to hear what Natasha had to say about the baby, and they lit up when she finally spoke, "He's beautiful."
"A boy?! We have a boy?" Wanda asked excitedly, gripping Y/N's hand tightly. They were just as happy, already imagining a future with their son.
Before Natasha could answer, the doctor approached again, holding the swaddled up little boy. He placed him into Wanda's arms, speaking for Natasha, "Yes, you had a boy. He's very healthy, and from the looks of it, already extremely happy."
The boy instinctively curled up on Wanda's chest, his little hand reaching to wrap around one of her fingers. As they enclosed around her index finger, a tiny smile spread across his face as he nuzzled closer to her.
Wanda was just as teary as Natasha was now, unable to comprehend that she had created such a perfect little life. She leaned down, gently kissing his forehead and whispering, "You're perfect, sweet boy. Mommy loves you so much."
Wanda and Natasha had both had their time with the baby, and finally, he was handed to Y/N. Y/N couldnt help but beam the moment they held their son, looking into his little eyes and already seeing a reflection of their own. They gently rocked the baby as they walked around the room, speaking quietly to him, "You already met mama and mommy. I'm daddy. And I love you more than anything."
Y/N brought the baby back to Wanda, letting her hold him again. Bonding time was important, and they all wanted the baby to have as much of it as possible.
After a couple more hours, Wanda was deemed ready for discharge, but the hospital needed a name to put on the birth certificate before the three of them could go.
Natasha and Y/N glanced at Wanda, giving her a nod. Months ago, they had all discussed what name they wanted if the baby was a boy or a girl, and they had all immediately agreed on what it would be if it was a boy.
Wanda looked up at the nurse, reluctantly tearing her gaze away from her son as she answered the nurse, "Pietro. Pietro Y/L/N Romanoff Maximoff."
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Wanda and Natasha had dreamt of having children for years before Y/N came into their life, and now that they were here, it was better than they ever could have imagined.
They were grateful that they had a masculine influence to help raise little Pietro. The little boy had someone to guide him and understand him better than his mothers did.
The cosmos seemed to have smiled on Pietro's genetics. He didn't have single atom of Natasha's DNA in him, but he somehow, he had her exact bright red hair. Natasha chalked it up to a coincidence, but Wanda suspected that her love for Natasha fed into Pietro while he was in the womb, giving him features of his other mother.
Of course, it wasn't always easy. There were still debates, moments of jealousy, and arguments that took days to resolve, but when Pietro crawled into the room, happily babbling "Mama," "Mommy," and "Daddy," any disagreements became insignificant.
Wanda and Natasha's star pupil belonged to them now, and they gave them a greater gift than they ever could have hoped for.
One night, as Y/N rocked Pietro to sleep, softly singing to him at the side of his crib, Natasha looked over at Wanda. They were standing in the doorway of the nursery, watching Y/N soothe their son. Natasha spoke quietly, so that only Wanda could hear her, "I'm glad you broke my third rule."
Wanda giggled, leaning in to give her wife a kiss on the cheek. "How could I not? You know you were breaking it, too, even if you didn't want to admit it."
Natasha blushed, rolling her eyes slightly as she looked back to Y/N. They had Pietro settled in his crib now, gently massaging his torso to soothe him to sleep.
Wanda and Natasha exchanged another glance, knowing that this beautiful human changed their lives completely, but in the absolute best way possible.
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Pervy!Dom!Wanda x GN!Beefy!Sub!Reader | ~3.9k words
This fic is part of the Pervy!Wanda universe. For more lore/info about her and your relationship, check out these: 1, 2, 3.
TW: Dubcon, Noncon, and Rape. The relationship and dynamics portrayed in this are not healthy and are purely fictional. Please be mindful and proceed with caution.
Summary: After Wanda sees you flirting with Natasha, she's livid, and aggressively reminds you who you truly belong to... even if you're not technically aware of it yet.
A/N: I loved writing this so much; it might be one of my favorite fics I've ever written. I'd love to hear your guys' feedback about this, since so many of you seem to love Pervy!Wanda. Enjoy :)
"Come onnnnn, just one more beer won't hurt you!" Wanda giggled, pushing a fresh bottle to your lips, tilting it so the alcohol couldn't help but slide down your throat.
It was your fifth of the night. And it was all your fault, really.
Behind her sweet, giggly facade, Wanda was pissed. Earlier this same evening, she had seen you talking to Natasha Romanoff. And you two looked way too friendly. It infuriated her. Wanda didn't like it when you talked to other women in general, but talking to a sexy, seductive woman like Natasha? It made her see red.
She had seen the way Natasha bit her lip as you talked to her, reaching out to paw and squeeze at your muscles. Those were Wanda's muscles. Only she should be touching them.
Her magic flared when you laughed at something Natasha had said. What was so funny? Surely Natasha, of all people, wasn't funnier than Wanda was. Why would you laugh at something another woman said anyway?
Wanda's final straw was when you lifted your shirt up, letting Natasha run her perfectly manicured nails across your hard as steel abs. That wasn't Natasha's doing. You had initiated it. And now you were going to pay for it.
Wanda had no idea what was wrong with you tonight. Why on Earth would you do that? Why would you turn your back on the woman who was obsessed with you, the woman who truly loves you, for a chance to have a cheap roll in the hay with a tramp like Natasha?
Sure, you and Wanda had only interacted when you were deeply intoxicated, which, of course, was her doing, but she expected a little more respect from you. She held you at night while you slept, erased all the bad memories of other women from your brain, and offered herself up to you like a feast. She was completely dedicated and devoted to you, and it was about time you started treating her the same way.
She saw you looking around, likely wondering where Natasha had gone. All of the other avengers were in the common room, but now, convienently, Natasha was nowhere to be found.
Wanda leaned against you, cupping your cheeks like a concerned lover would, getting up close to your fretful face. She hated seeing you worried, but she hated even more that you were worried about a woman that wasn't her. She didn't let it show, though, and softly cooed, "What's going on in that handsome head of yours?"
You blinked a couple times, processing her question. The only thing that was really going on in your head right now was confusion. Your thoughts were muddled, surely because of the alcohol, but also because of a feeling you couldn't quite explain. It felt like something otherwordly was sloshing around in your head, mixing up your thoughts, cherry picking them so that you only remembered what the entity wanted you to remember.
"Uhhhh," you slurred, "Wasn't there… girl… here earlier? Swear I talked to… uhhh… redhead."
Your thoughts shifted. The feeling of the supernatural force in your brain surged before receeding again. Redhead? Where did you get that from? The woman in your memory was clearly a brunette.
"Uh, no. No, no. Sorry. She… brunette. Swear I saw her earlier, don't see her now…"
Another surge. Your memories swirled with a red aura now, the supernatural force so strong, it made you stuble backwards. When the force ebbed again, your memory was much clearer. The woman you were thinking of was right in front of you. Wanda had never left. You'd been talking to her all night. You sighed, shaking your head, leaning against her for support.
"'M sorry. Had… too much to drink. Was just thinking of you. Thought you left but… guess not."
God, Wanda relished it when you were like this. So perfect. So hers. So sweet, so ditzy, so easy to manipulate. You were none the wiser, thinking your faulty memory was just a result of the alcohol.
Wanda looked up at you patronizingly, one arm going to the side of your face, the other rubbing your arm gently as she spoke, "Let's get you back to your room, yeah? You just need to relax."
You almost wanted to protest. This didn't feel right. Something deep in you told you that the last thing you were going to be doing with Wanda was relaxing, but you couldn't bring yourself to protest or say no. The force in your mind surged again, and all doubt you previously had disappeared in an instant.
Wanda was so kind. Helping you back to your room like this. She just wanted what was best for you, wanted to make sure you were taken care of. She was the best.
You looked up, noticing that you were near her room. Hers was closer than yours, and despite feeling more comfortable with her now that her magic was infiltrating your brain, your head was absolutely pounding. You just wanted to lie down. You began to drag her towards it, mumbling, "Wan' lie down. Go to your room?"
Wanda began to panic internally, but she had to keep a calm facade on for your sake. Normally, she'd love nothing more than having you in her room, but if you saw the state it was in right now, all the progess she'd made over the past few weeks would be ruined.
Currently, half the walls in her room were covered with pictures of you. She was obsessed with finding every picture possible of you and hanging it up so she was always surrounded by your handsome face.
But worse than that was the clothes. She had stolen a good portion of your closet by now, unable to get enough of your scent. She loved rubbing it on herself and burying her face in a pair of your used boxers as she made herself cum. She had done that just hours ago, and she knew for a fact her room still smelled like sex.
Though you seeing those things would be less than ideal, the worst of all would be her dildo. It was a custom mold of your cock she had made when you were drugged, and she knew for a fact it was still lying n the middle of her bed.
She couldn't have you knowing the extent of her obsession. It would ruin everything. It would revert all the progress she had made.
As your hand reached for her doorkob, red magic encircled your wrist. You'd already made one mistake talking to Natasha that night, and now you were about to make another. Wanda was fuming, her eyes glowing red to match her magic.
She'd tried to be gentle with you, but unfortunately, you'd made it too difficult for her, so now, she had no choice but to be forceful.
Her magic yanked your hand back and it began to pull you towards your room. You mumbled out a, "Huhhhh?" since you were being moved, but Wanda wasn't physically tugging you.
Wanda continued to put on her sweet, caring fade, saying, "Y/N, I told you, no going in my room! I'm just bringing you back to yours. That's where I'll take care of you."
Your stomach clenched at the idea of wanda "taking care of you", but you didn't know why. Your thoughts were getting more and more muddled. You were excited to have her take care of you, but a small voice in the back of your mind was whispering that it was just going to be suffering.
As quickly as that thought appeared, it was gone. Wanda was bringing you to your room! She was going to take good care of you! This was the best possible scenario, of course, what silly ideas were you thinking about before?
Once you were securely in your room, Wanda locked the door behind you, both physically and permanently with her magic. She smiled, but it made you shiver. It wasn't the smile of a lover; it was the smile of a predator right before it caught its prey. A smile a wolf gives a rabbit before ripping it apart.
She leaned up, throwing her arms around your shoulders, and smashing her lips againt yours in a rough kiss. The kiss wasn't even romantic; it was like she was trying to dominate you, claim you, show you that you had no dominion over what she was going to do to you tonight.
The dizzy feeling the alcohol gave you combined with Wanda's suffocating kisses made you instinctively want to hurl, causing you to quickly pull away from her. Though that only irritated her more, Wanda kept up her sweet facade, gently reaching up to rub your back.
"Are you okay, honey? Maybe you should lie down." she whispered, guiding you towards your bed. You felt a little bit more of your brain melting away each minute.
Your bed looked nicer than it ever did. Soft, inviting, cozy. It would feel good to just rest for a couple minutes, to just lay down and let your mind drift. Wait, was there a red glow aroud your bed? No, no. It was just the alcohol. You really did need to lie down. Just a few minutes of calm, and you'd feel better. "Y-yeah, Wanda… lying down would feel good right now."
Wanda smirked quickly before putting on a worried face again. She hadn't even had to put that in your mind this time. You were becoming more complacent. Good. This is how she was molding you to be.
As you laid down, Wanda climbed on top of your lap, pushing your arms up so she could get your shirt off. You began to meekly protest, before she silenced you with another crushing kiss. "I'm just changing your clothes. Nothing else. You don't want to fall asleep wearing your dirty clothes from earlier, do you?"
You shook your head, letting Wanda peel your shirt off. She was, right as always. You couldn't remember a single time Wanda had been wrong.
After your shirt was off, you mindlessly lifted your hips so she could pull your pants and boxers down. Wanda was just changing you. You knew that soon, you'd be wearing some clean, fluffy clothes, and would be drifting off to sleep.
So, you became confused when Wanda didn't go over to your closet after undressing you. You lifted a slack fingering, slurring, "Closet… over there… clothes… in it…," but Wanda just laughed humorlessly, pushing your arm back down so it returned to your side.
"I'm just gonna do a few more things before I get you dressed again, okay? Just some care stuff that can only be done if you're naked. I promise it'll feel good," she said, climbing back on top of you so that she was sitting atop your bare thighs, like she was a queen and you were merely her throne.
You opened your mouth to answer her, but she pretended to not notice, continuing to speak, "You know, I took care of you tonight. Getting you back to your room, getting your dirty clothes off, stopping you from wandering into places you shouldn't go. I think you owe me a little care, too. You agree, right?"
What was she talking about? You were exhausted, you just wanted to sleep. You liked Wanda, but you weren't sure you had the energy to take care of her tonight. What did she even mean by that, anyway? A shower? Skincare? Maybe she wanted you to help her-
Suddenly, your train of thought stopped. You felt her hand reach down and wrap around your cock, giving you a slow stroke, followed by a painful squeeze and the sound of Wanda's voice repeating, "You do agree, correct, Y/N?"
Agree? Agree with what? Without realizing it, you felt your head moving up and down in a nodding motion, and Wanda's soft hand on your chin, moving it that way.
"Aww, so you do agree? Y/N, that's so sweet! I knew you'd be respectful enough to want to take care of a lady in return," Wanda said, leaning in to give you a big, wet kiss, right on the middle of your chest.
Her hand snaked down again, rubbing your cock, her thumb teasing your slit, causing you to jerk and whimper quietly. Your body was treacherous in moments like this. The nagging voice in the back of your head said that you shouldn't be getting hard, but the noise was drowned out when Wanda quickened her strokes.
You did want this. Wanda was doing you a favor. She was making you feel good.
Your head tilted back onto your pillows with a deep groan, your cock reaching full hardness as she rubbed that sensitive spot under your tip. God, her hand felt so good. Everything was getting fuzzier, with every stroke, you felt less and less there.
Wanda knew the spell was working. She was doing everything in her power to diminish the voice in the back of your head, the voice that served as your conscience and reasoning. You didn't need that right now. You had her here to think for you.
Your mind was drifting further and further from your own control, becoming fully enveloped in Wanda. All you could see in your mind was a red haze. All you could feel was Wanda's hand on your cock. All you could think of was Wanda. Wanda, Wanda, Wanda. Just her, over and over again, like a broken record skipping in your head.
When she finally spoke again, it pulled you slightly out of your fuzzy headspace. "There we go, sweetheart. Nice and hard for me, as well as all calm and relaxed. Don't you feel better now?"
"Yes."
The word slipped from your lips without you even having to give it a thought. There was no hesitance left in your mind. Wanda had finally stripped it all away. You had no conscience. No independence. No thoughts outside of her. Just pure love and adoration for the woman leering down at you.
Wanda knew she had you now. Your eyes were glazed over, your breathing was slow, all the fight in you was gone. She knew this would be easy now. She leaned close to your ear, trailing kisses along your neck as she whispered, "See? I made you feel all relaxed and good. Now it's your turn to help me relax. It's only fair, right?"
You just nodded, maybe giving her a long, drawn out "mhmmmm" as a confirmation. She couldn't hear, and frankly, she didn't care. She'd be treating you the same way if you were fighting back. You were hers, she owned you, your opinion didn't matter.
Wanda stroked your cock a couple more times, smearing around the precum that had leaked from your tip. She was sopping wet and had been practicing for this moment, but you were big, and she knew it would be a stretch. Once you were all messy and lubed up, your head notched at her entrance, she whispered, "Here we go, love. This is gonna feel soooo good. I promise."
With that, Wanda finally sank down on your cock. Your mind was gone before, but now, it was complete mush. Warmth. Tightness. Wanda. Her magic made you hyper aware of all the sensations of sex, and you practically vibrated with each grind of her hips.
"Mmmh… aahhh… Wanda…"
All you could manage to do was helplessly moan. Her cunt felt like heaven, and you were too gone to care about anything else. You might as well make the most of this moment, who knew the next time you'd be having sex? Well, Wanda did, but she always kept it a secret.
Wanda loved your needy, soft moans. She never felt remorse about how she treated you, how she used you, but she liked to know you were at least enjoying her abuse. She giggled as your big hands came up to lazily grab her hips, trying weakly to gain some control over the fast pace she set. She giggled and cooed at you, murmuring, "Does this feel good, baby? Do you like how my pussy feels, clenching around your big cock?"
You let out another incoherent moan that sounded like an approval, which only encouraged Wanda to begin riding you harder. Her hips slapped against yours, her clit grinding against your pelvis with each of her downward thrusts. She leaned in, beginning to bite at your neck as she chased her pleasure.
She began to bite and mark your neck, praising you as she did. "Fuck, you feel so good. Your cock was made for my pussy, love. You were made for me."
Her movements became more intense, more rough, so much so that you weakly began to thrust upward to meet her downward movements. She cried out, fingernails digging into your shoulders as she continued, "This is why I do all this, you know? Because you were made for me. Even if you don't know it yet, I do. I do all this for you, my special one."
Her words seemed to slide perfectly into the crevices of your brain, engraving themselves in your mind. Everything she did was to help you. You were her special person. You didn't have to worry about anything, you were made for her. And she took care of what was hers.
''M yours.. Wanda…," you weakly slurred, your clumsy thrusts intensifying as your words made her cunt clench hard around your cock.
Your words had an instantaneous effect on her. Her eyes glew red, like they did earlier when you were talking to that random woman (such a mistake. You couldn't believe you'd ever do that. You were out of your mind!).
Along with her eyes, red magic began to emanate from her hands. It didn't just float around her hands or your body, you felt it seeping into you where her nails were digging into your chest. It felt warm, like her life force was literally transferring into your body. You had never seen her like this before, and she had never felt as feral as she did in this moment.
You had said it. Unprompted by her magic. You admitted you were hers. It was music to her ears, the best thing she had ever heard. And that was all she needed to bring herself to climax.
She began to slam herself mercilessly down onto your throbbing cock, her slick walls clenching hard around you as she used you to get herself off. Her magic was stronger than it had ever been, floating around the both of you, trapping you both in, making a sacred zone of pleasure, love, and connection.
"Oh God, Y/N. You're mine. You're mine. You're perfect, and, oh fuck, you're MINE!" Wanda screeched, coming harder than she ever had before as she wailed that last "mine."
The combination of the sensation of her magic taking over your body and the hot, wet feeling of her coming on your cock had you coming not long after. Wanda hadn't stopped in her relentless riding, determined to milk you completely.
As she leaned down to give you more bite marks and kisses, her nails running sensually along your sides, you finally let everything go. You didn't know if you had been the one holding on, or if it had been her magic doing it for you, but regardless, you were now pumping ropes of cum deep inside of her.
She giggled and moaned as she felt each spurt land inside her; she was high on the knowledge that you had surrendered yourself completely to her and that your essence was deep inside her. She rested her head in the crook of your neck, your cock still buried deep inside her as she mumbled, "See? I told you I'd take care of you. Everything feels much better now, yeah?"
You slowly nodded, your head nestled deep in your pillow and your mind fuzzier than ever, partially due to the alcohol, but mostly due to her magic. "Mhmmm," was the only answer you could muster, your eyes drooping and your mind finally, finally drifting off into a deep sleep.
Wanda smiled at you, not predatory this time, but full of love, obsession, and admiration. She had meant everything she said. She only did all this because she loved you. She just hoped you would see that sooner rather than later.
As you slept, you could have sworn you felt some sharp pangs of pain, but they were quickly soothed by that same fuzzy sensation of Wanda's magic. You'd had a hell of a night. It had to be just a crazy dream.
When you awoke the next morning, the first thing you noticed was your pounding headache. As you tried to pull pieces back, you remembered beer. Five beers, to be exact.
The next thing you noticed was Wanda, arms wrapped tightly around your body, cuddled up close against you.
You laughed a little to yourself. You must have been more drunk than you remembered. You couldn't believe you had slept with Wanda, of all people. She was cute, but the team said she was a psycho when it came to partners, so you tried to avoid her. Natasha was much more your type.
Where was Natasha, anyway? You remembered talking to her last night, and then you couldn't find her again. After that, it was just beer and dizziness. You sighed, sitting up slightly.
That's when you felt it. A sharp jab of pain in your chest. Well, not in it. Over it.
You looked down, your jaw dropping with horror. Wanda had carved her initials over your heart. A big "WM" right over the left side of your chest. What the hell was she thinking? This was never going to fade or be able to be hidden. Did she use a blade? Her magic? What if it got infected? What if-
Silence. Red. Dizziness. Submission.
Wanda was awake now, too. And she wasn't having any of this.
She tried. She really did try to let you form your own thoughts this morning. She let the spell she cast on you last night fade away, hoping you'd come to love her and remember the magic of last night on your own. But clearly, you didn't.
She hated to do it. She didn't like controlling your thoughts; she wanted you to love her on your own terms. But sadly, you weren't at that point yet.
She pushed your now quiet and complacent self back down onto the bed, and leaned in the kiss the mark she had left over your heart.
"Someday, Y/N. Someday, I know I'll be able to lift this spell for good. You're getting closer each week. But until then… this is just the way things have to be."
You knew her words were bad, but they just sounded so sweet. You accepted her push, nuzzling into your pillow again as you felt her hands drift south for the second time.
What had you been freaking out about earlier? This was exactly where you wanted to be. Wanda was exactly who you wanted to be with. Always and forever, till death do you part.
After spending a profoundly sheltered life in Wanda’s little bubble, you find yourself unequipped to deal with your adult body.
Tags: Heavy age play, male!reader, stepcest, first time, light piss kink, R has a tiny penis, R’s body is described as underdeveloped, breastfeeding, inappropriate use of childcare supplies, kind of forced infantilization? (but most R is just like that)
Word Count: 4.1k
A/N: I was really hesitant to post this, as it covers some kinks I’m yet to really explore on this page. Please read the tags carefully before deciding whether or not to read this. Also, I made a female version of this that I will link below.
Little Princess (Fem Version)
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"Mama?" Your voice was small when you stepped into her office, approaching her desk with your shirt hem clutched in your hands, pulling it down over your groin.
She almost gasped with excitement when you came in. You weren't supposed to interrupt her workday unless you really needed her for something, and she loved it when you really needed her for something. "Hi handsome," she chimed, swirling her chair around to face you. "What's up?"
You didn't answer, just stood there shifting uncomfortably, unsure of how to communicate your issue.
"Do you wanna come over here and show mama what your hiding under your shirt?" She asked, not pretending to not notice your awkward stance and obviously embarrassment. "Come here. Show mama what's wrong."
She held out her hands, guiding you to stand in front of her. When her hands rested gently on your hips, you finally let the shirt spring back into place, revealing a tent in your underwear with a discolored wet spot at the tip.
"I thought maybe… maybe I had a potty accident… but when I tried to go potty I could- I could only get a little dribble," you explained nervously.
Wanda nodded in understanding. "Ah I see the problem," she hummed. As she spoke, she calmly handed you the hem of your oversized shirt to hold up out of the way. Then she hooked her fingers into your waistband and started to slowly ease your underwear down over your hips. "See, sometimes, when little princes start thinking about naughty things, their little prince parts get all stiff and leaky."
"B-b-but I wasn't thinking about naughty things!" you protested, ears going red as all three inches of your cock sprang up out of your underwear.
"Not even a little?" Wanda continued, swirling her office chair until she was inches away from you. Her hands, no longer working at your waistband, gently caressed your sides in a calming motion. "You weren't thinking about… mama, letting you sit on the counter while she took a shower last night? Or watching her put that good smelling lotion on all over?"
Against your will, your cock twitched at the thought, beading a small bit of precum at the tip. Wanda smirked, very satisfied with your reaction.
Your bottom lip started to quiver and the blush spread across your cheeks. "N-no! I wasn't—"
She cut off your protests with a gentle shush as her hands worked their way down to your hip bone, and then inward, tracing the line of muscles right to your precious cock. As iniquitous as it was, Wanda had come to realize that this was her favorite part of your body. Although your mind stayed naive and dependent, watching you grow had been difficult. She was thankful that you'd always been small, and even at your tallest you still remained two inches shorter than she was. But the day that she could no longer rest you comfortably on her hip, her heart shattered. It hurt her so severely that she could not keep you as a little boy forever.
This part of you, however, did not seem to grow as the rest of you did. This small, precious piece of you reflected the you she saw: little, innocent, untouched, and absolutely hers.
She took you into her hand, not yet stroking, just simply wrapping her fingers around your length. You were so small the tip barely poked through the end of her closed fist. "Ooohh," she cooed quietly, kissing your lower stomach, "look at how big you got. You almost fill mama's entire hand, don't you? You must've been having some very naughty thoughts."
You couldn't bring yourself to refute her again. You only squeaked and let go of your shirt, letting it fall over her hand and cover your cock.
"Ah ah," she chided, holding your shirt up again. "Hold it up nice and high for mama. We don't want it getting in the way."
You obeyed, clutching the shirt with white knuckles as she slowly started to stroke you. "Mama…" you whimpered so quite she could hardly hear.
"I'm right here baby," she reassured. "Just hold onto mama however you need to, okay? Do you wanna hold my hand?"
You nodded frantically, already reaching out for her hand.
"Okay, brave boy. Take a big deep breathe for me." She demonstrated a breath, letting you mirror her. In through your nose, then out through your mouth. "Good boy. Now just relax. Let mama make you feel good."
With that, she kissed your tip and took the entirety of your length into her mouth.
Almost instantly, your knees buckled. If not for her hold on your waist, you would've fallen to the ground. "Mama," you whimpered again, this time with more of moan.
You fit in her mouth so perfectly, just exactly long enough to hit the back of her throat without making her gag. She nuzzled the downy soft peach fuzz that sat in a perfect patch where corse, thick pubic hair should've been. Even though you had more body hair than most people, it always seemed to grow like this: in soft, fuzzy patches that covered nearly every inch of your body.
Wanda loved it. Myshka. Her precious little mouse. She loved to run her fingers through the hair or feel it, soft and smooth against her face. Even now, with your body twitching and spasming with pleasure, she couldn't help but indulge herself by pushing her nose against it.
She pulled away for a moment to kiss the inside of your thigh and suck gently on your balls. Despite your age they had never completely dropped and still sat half tucked up inside of you. There was only a slight bulge where they peaked out from their hiding place.
That didn't make them any less sensitive, however. You gave Wanda's hand a squeeze and whined pitifully.
She only smiled and moved back to your shaft, rolling her tongue around the head until you were close to tears. When she sucked, hollowing out her cheeks and bobbing her head slowly, you weakly pushed her head back.
"Mama…" you panted, weak but desperate and determined. "Mama… you… you have to stop mama…"
Wanda sat up, face immediately filled with concern. "What's wrong, angel? Do you not like when mama plays with you like that?"
"No, I do… I just… I…" you shifted uncomfortably, crossing your arms and hugging your elbows. You couldn't bring yourself to look at her, instead opting to look at the floor as you whispered "It feels like I'm gonna have a potty accident…." Your ears and face were beet red, humiliated by the confession.
"Oh," Wanda chuckled softly, more with relief than amusement. "That's a very natural feeling to have when mama plays with your little prince parts. I promise you're not gonna have a potty accident."
You hugged yourself tighter, rubbing your legs together to relieve the ache. While you trusted mama, you couldn't think of anything in the world worse than accidentally going potty in her mouth. "But… just in case… I don't wanna go in your mouth."
Wanda almost had to laugh. She found it so funny how nervous and shy you were about using the bathroom in general. Your anxiety was so bad she often caught you holding it until your bladder was near bursting. It wasn't uncommon for her to insist on helping you in the restroom, worried you'd push yourself to the point of obstruction or infection.
Instead, she managed to keep a serious expression and nodded with understanding. "Okay, honey. That's okay." She gently rubbed your side, snaking her hand up under your sleep shirt. "I tell you what, how about mama goes and gets a nice little washrag and we can keep playing on the couch. That way, if you have any accidents, the washrag will be right there to catch it."
You considered her words for a second. One hand, you would be absolutely humiliated to accidentally pee on Wanda in any capacity. But on the other hand, it felt really really good when mama was playing with you. Besides, it certainly wouldn't be the first time Wanda had dealt with one of your accidents. Hesitantly, you nodded your head and whispered "okay."
Wanda beamed, scratching lightly under your chin. "That's my brave boy," she praised. "Come on, let's go find a spot to get comfy on the couch."
Wanda made a effort to make the corner seat of the couch as comfortable as possible without leaving you waiting for too long. By the time you were situated in her lap, you were completely naked clutching your teddy bear for courage.
"That's my good boy," Wanda whispered from behind you. You could feel her chest pressing up against your back and her breath hot against your ear. She placed her legs over your, pinning your thighs apart and your legs open.
You whimpered, feeling terribly exposed in the new position.
"Shshshhh," she soothed. "You're okay. You're being so brave. Mama's got you." She wrapped her hands around your waist, cupping a washrag in her left hand and placing under your hard and leaking cock. The "rag" was actually a burp cloth, made extra soft and absorbent. She could help but take a moment to admire how precious your tiny dick looked, straining over the duck printed fabric. "Mmm you're so handsome, baby. My sweet, sensitive little boy."
She didn't need to use her full hand, just her pointer finger and thumb folded into a tight ring. When your body started to twitch and you instinctively started to roll your hips, she kissed the side of your neck. "That's my good boy. Hump mama's hand. You can do it. Just like that," her voice was high and praising, like she was talking to a toddler learning to walk. "You're making mama so proud and happy. You're my perfect little angel, aren't you? Are you mommy's perfect little prince?"
You nodded, hardly able to open your mouth in any attempt to verbally respond. There was a small, strained whimper every time you exhaled, and, from the sound of it, you were struggling to breathe. "'m mama's… little prince…" you finally managed before your hips started to staggered and froze in place. You were already so close, but you weren't exactly sure what you what you were close to. It still felt like you were going to pee and it made you too nervous to keep going.
Wanda took over from there, adding in another finger and pumping you faster. Your entire body shuttered and your hands dug into her forearms when she ran her finger over your throbbing, sensitive tip. She could tell you were holding in your orgasm, too nervous to let go.
"You're okay, pumpkin. Mama's got you. You don't have to be scared. Mama would never ever let anything bad happen to you," she assured, buring her nose in your hair and kissing your head. "Just take a deep breath and relax for me. No, baby, don't struggle. Your body needs this. Let mama take care of you. That's my good boy."
Two tears rolled down your cheeks when you arched your back, body twitching as you came, shooting thin white ropes of cum into the rag. Your mouth opened in a silent scream that only came out as a slight squeak.
"Aww, that's it. That's my good boy. Oh my brave little prince. So perfect for his mama," she cooed, squeezing out the final drops before pressing her hand to your forehead to calm you. "Shshsh settle down, sweetheart. Settle down. Mama's got you. You're okay. I know. I know that was a big feeling for my baby boy. But you did so good, and you were so brave for me. It's okay if you need to cry. Mama's here. I'm so proud of you angel."
You turned around in her lap, burying your face in her neck. Your teddy bear was tossed haphazardly to the side as you started to cry. Your head felt so foggy it was impossible to think. You tried to open your mouth to speak, but every attempt was met with a whimper or little squeak.
Wanda rubbed her hand soothing up and down your back, rocking you gently in her lap. "Poor baby," she cooed. "Is it really hard to think about anything but mama after she made you feel so good?"
You nodded into her neck, pulling her closer. It seemed impossible that you could ever get close enough to her.
"That's okay, angel," she assured. "Mama's got you. She can handle all the big boy thoughts and you can stay in that fuzzy little space for as long as you need."
Your little hands made their way to the hem of her shirt, sliding just underneath to graze the soft skin of her waist. Her skin was so impossibly soft. You wanted more. With pleading eyes and a pathetic little whine, you tugged gently on her shirt, silently requesting she take it off.
"Aww sweet pea, do you want mama to take her shirt off?" She chuckled. "Is it gonna help you talk better if mama's not wearing her shirt?"
You nodded, continuing to paw at her waist, desperate to get closer.
"Okay okay." She giggled at your eagerness. "But you better not be fibbing just cause you wanna see mama's chest. That would be very naughty."
She almost had to laugh. The moment she slid the shirt over her head, your eyes went wide as saucers. She could practically see the tiny stars swimming in your pupils as you stared at her bare chest.
You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around her bare waist and resting your head on her soft, pillowy breast, nuzzling your cheek against them.
She stroked your hair and gently rocked you in her lap, unable to keep her hands from roaming your naked body. Starting up under your shoulder blades, she traced a line down the notches of your spine until she hit your tailbone. From there, she used both her hands to slide over the swell of your ass, massaging it with her strong fingers. You moaned softly into her chest, sheepishly buring your head between her boobs.
"Do you like it when mama touches you like that?" She asked quietly. "I just can't help it. Not when my precious boy's beautiful body is right here in front of me. And certainly not when he's feeling all floaty. Cause you can't really think about anything but making mama happy, can you? And this makes mama very happy, baby boy. So it makes you happy too, doesn't it?"
You nodded into her chest.
"C'mere," she said, hauling you up by the underarms and laying you across her lap so she had full access to the front of you.
Conveniently, it put you right at eye level with her nipple, which, unsurprisingly, found it's way into your mouth. She cradled your head in the crook of her elbow, gently guiding your head.
She chuckled. "Oh, I should've known that's what my little man wanted," she mused, placing her pointer finger against the palm of your hand until you reflexively wrapped your hand around it. She lifted the hand to her mouth, kissing your knuckles with a gentle smile.
You made her so incredibly happy like this. It was everything she'd ever wanted, to be your mama, and you were beyond precious. She traced her thumb over your cheek, feeling the rhythmic pulse of your suckling. Then she moved to your forehead, brushing the hair away from your face and grazing your long, fluttering eyelashes with the pad of her thumb. Your eyes were nearly closed, and, on the rare occasion you blinked them open, she could see they were rolled uselessly into the back of your head. You were completely limp in her lap, laid across her perfectly exposed and vulnerable.
She traced her hand down to your sternum, then moved to either side to lightly circle your sensitive nipples. You hummed, sending a pleasant vibration through her chest. When you started to squirm, she continued downward to your navel, carding through the fuzzy happy trail that grew below your belly button. As she inched lower, your legs instinctively parted, practically begging her to continue her journey downward.
You were completely flaccid by now, having shrunk back down to your usual 2 inches. Wanda gently lifted your shaft, stroking it between her pointer finger and thumb. Your hips twitched and you pulled away from her for just a second before she beckoned you back. "Shshsh," she hushed. "It's okay. Mama knows you're sensitive baby. Just relax and let mama play with her special boy, okay?"
Without protest, you went back to your gentle, mindless suckling, leaving her free to do as she pleased. Sensing you may not be ready to be overstimulated after cumming for the first time, she switched to gently massages your balls, rolling the half-un-decended sack against her palm.
"That's my good boy," she praised, moving now to gently cup her hand between your legs and simply hold it there.
You could've fallen asleep just like that, peacefully suckling from your mama while she cradled your most intimate parts in her loving hand. The connection between the two of you felt impossibly strong you could've sworn your hearts were beating in tandem. You could feel the steady rise and fall of her chest, and started to subconsciously match your rhythm with her's.
It was only when Wanda absently reached out for the soiled rag that you were pulled from your stupor by an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and guilt.
"I'm sorry, mama," you whined, so quiet she almost didn't hear. You shifted, sitting up slightly in her lap so you were no longer supported only by her arm.
"Aw, baby, what are you sorry for? You were so perfect for mama," she asked, trying to get a look at your face while you desperately tried to hide it in her chest.
"I made a big mess!" You cried, embarrassed and a little confused by everything that just happened. Your head still felt so foggy and it was hard to think. Emotions seemed to just spill out of you, impossible to control.
"First of all," she started, pulling your head back so she could see you. "What does mama always say about messes?"
"That… that I shouldn't feel bad because… cause little boys make messes sometimes and… and that it's just part… part of growing up," you stammered.
"And that mama will never ever be mad you for making a mess because she loves that you're her little boy," she added.
You sniffled and curled into her shoulder. "Yeah. That too."
"And second of all," she continued, "this mess is a very very special kind of mess. One that only happens when little boys feel really really good. Mama will always be happy when you make a special mess for her. So no matter where or when it happens, if you make a special mess, you can come tell mama and she'll be happy to clean it up for you, okay?"
You nodded, reaching up and grasping at her so you had something to hold on to. "Okay, mama."
Wanda looked down at the rag, now covered in your whitish, watery semen, and smiled. She couldn't help but think of how sad it was that most mothers never got to experience this moment: their little boy's first ever orgasm.
She wondered how you would've handled it had you discovered this on your own. If she had to make a guess, she would've bet you would've come to her anyway, crying and confused about what happened. It simply wasn't in your nature to try and hide things like this from her.
Maybe in another lifetime entirely you would've tried to hide the evidence, carefully tucking it down into a laundry basket only for her to find it later when she went to wash your clothes. Hell, maybe you wouldn't have made the discovery alone. Maybe you would've found out fooling around with some girl.
Wanda didn't like to think about that possibility, though.
It wasn't necessarily a matter of jealousy, but rather a sense of protection. She was sure the fumbling fool would've ruined it for you one way or another. Chances are she would've laughed you off the moment you pulled your pants down. She wouldn't be able to see your small penis for what it truly was: a precious reflection of your purity and innocence.
Wanda smiled to herself as she considered how, even in this scenario where you'd strayed so far from her loving embrace, you'd still most likely end up running back into her arms. Their were thousands of possibilities of how this could've happened, and they all ended with you in this exact same position, naked and spent across her lap.
She tossed the rag aside and wrapped both of her arms around your waist, kissing the crown of your head. You were quiet and contemplative, tracing light figure 8s on the skin above her collarbone. She loved seeing you like this: her smart little boy thinking his big thoughts. If she focused, she could practically see the wheels turning in your little head as you thought through your feelings.
"Mama?"
"What is it, angel?"
"I love you." Your words were simple and quiet, spoken without ever even looking away from her collarbone.
"I love you too, sweetheart," she replied. "Your mama loves you so much. More than anything in the universe."
There was another long silence as you sat up straighter, wrapping your arms around her neck and buring your face in the crook of her shoulder.
She rubbed gentle circles on your back. "Can you tell mama about how your feeling right now?" She asked, almost nervous to hear the answer.
You gave her a tiny shrug, still very confused about what had happened and how you felt about it. "I feel like I'm sleepy but I don't wanna go to sleep cause if I go to sleep mama won't be there."
Wanda leaned her head on top of yours and pulled you closer. "You just really wanna be with mama right now, huh?"
You didn't even have to think to answer that question. You nodded.
"What if," she started, pulling a throw blanket from the back of the couch and starting to wrap you into a cocoon, "we went back into mama's office and you sat on my lap while I finished work. I can set up some Blue's Clues on the monitor. And then after I get done with work we can go get ice cream. How does that sound?"
You didn't respond for a second, and then said "I wanna watch Elmo."
Wanda giggled. "Alright, baby. Elmo it is." She reached down and grabbed the discarded teddy bear from the floor. "Don't forget Mister Maxwell." You tucked the bear neatly under your arm.
You were the picture of innocence when Wanda picked you up, carrying you into her office with your naked legs and arms wrapped around her. The blanket was thrown over you like a cloak, covering the entirety of your naked backside. Between your chest, which was pressed against Wanda's and the blanket, very little of your body was exposed to the cold air.
If you hadn't been tired before, you certainly were now. Wanda was so warm and the blanket was so soft. Had you been able to relax a little bit more, you would've been asleep already. But you were still feeling terribly clingy and reluctant to leave Wanda in favor of sleep.
When she sat down and turned the colorful cartoon onto one of her monitors, you were immediately enraptured. It took so little to distract or entertain you. You stared at the screen, arms folded around your teddy bear as your naked body straddled her's. Absently, you tucked your bottom lip under your front teeth, exaggerating your overbite. If it weren't so damn adorable, Wanda would've tried to break that habit.
Predictably, you didn't last long like that, warm and cozy, pressed up against your mama's chest. By the end of the third episode, Wanda looked down to find you fast asleep on her shoulder.
She smiled and kissed your temple. You really were her everything. Her boy. Her baby. Her little prince.
I’m now seven weeks post-op, so I’m essentially fully healed :) I’m back to working out and doing most everything I did before surgery, so it’s been great.
On the other hand… yesterday I got my wisdom teeth removed. So now I feel like I’m kinda back to square one cause this SUCKS lmao.
