who needs oxygen when you have boobs in your mouth? ⊹₊ ⋆
ꢤꢆ back at it with the mommy milkers 🥛
description - your stepmom, wanda, has recently taken lactation pills as a favour to a friends baby whilst she’s away, but what happens when her friend’s trip is cancelled and she doesn’t need the favour anymore?
warnings - 18+, smut, stepmom!wanda, fem!reader, lactation, fingering, shy!reader, teasing, r first time, praise kink, soft dom wanda, sub reader, sweet wanda, kissing, slight aftercare, shitty description omg, lactation, lactation, did i mention lactation? lmk if i missed anything, my first full one shot, beware ;>
a/n - ok so i’m not too sure abt how the whole lactacion pill thing works and i tried searching shit up but it’s quite complicated and different for everyone i’m sure but im not that bothered abt accuracy it’s just a fantasy. the backstory is also kind of cliche but what other way is there to justify getting with your dad’s hot wife? 😂
thank you to my sweet sweet mootie @sparklejumprope13 for the title, it’s perfectly fitting <3
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it’s a warm summer evening. you’re sat in bed with your stepmom, wanda. her legs are splayed out as you sit between them, your back rested against her chest. soft rays of light pour into the room through the lace of the curtains, leaving floral patterns all over the walls. the beams land on your skin in little shapes, golden and toasty - making you sink further into her embrace.
her arms are wrapped around your waist, fingers splayed out on your shirt, softly rubbing the silky material and as she moves her hair tickles the back of your neck, causing you to wriggle a little in her grasp.
you’re watching a movie together - grease, one of your favourites. wanda isn’t particularly fond of musicals but she doesn’t care much, as long as she gets to spend time with her sweet girl.
it’s been nice, getting to spend time with wanda, getting to know her. she came into your life a little over three months ago and you were skeptical at first, because like so many of your dads past wives, they all stormed into your life with a motive, wanting to drain your dad of his life’s savings, then move on to the next rich prick. you couldn’t say you felt sorry for your dad, he was in-fact a prick, but every time one of his wives left it broke a little piece of you. you’d been so oblivious to their niceties and seemingly sweet gestures. every time you’d think, finally, finally you get to have the love you never had, the love you never felt you deserved - but every time, they’d leave like a thief in the night, taking a little piece of your heart with them. as you and wanda grew closer you’d often find yourself thinking that if she ever left you like they did, there’d be nothing left of you afterwards. you’d be a shell of broken pieces with no more love to accept.
it was scary, opening up to her about all of this, but she reassured you that she wasn’t like them. you chose to believe her one last time, and you’re once reclused self has now become chatty and open and vulnerable. you’re still deathly shy around her most of the time, but who can blame you when wanda looks the way she does - intimidatingly beautiful, pale green eyes and long auburn locks that shimmer in the rays of her bedroom where you both sit.
although you love the peace and serenity of relaxing with wanda, the moment is cut short when you hear a sharp inhale suck through her teeth. you turn your head and see her biting her lip, her hand pressed firmly into the skin of her thigh, trying to suppress whatever is causing her discomfort.
you sit up a little, thinking maybe your hurting her, but it doesn’t help, and another soft groan escapes her.
“are you okay, mommy?” you ask, tracing your fingers along the smooth skin on her legs in an attempt to relieve her. she shakes her head, wincing and cupping a hand on one of her breasts.
“ooouh - fuck,” she hisses, kneading her flesh. you sit, dumbfounded by whatever it is going on.
“sorry, sweetheart. mommy shouldn’t swear, but fuck-” she laughs acidicly. “it hurts.” her eyes close, like she’s trying to imagine anything other than the pain coursing through her veins. you sit and watch her fondle her breasts for a moment before the explanation to all of this shoots back into your memory. you remember her talking about a friend of hers who was going on a trip and wasn’t able to take her baby with her. she’d asked wanda to babysit for her and possibly cross feed because she didn’t want the baby on formula, for whatever reason you couldn’t remember - something about nutrients. wanda happily said she’d do it, but just a few days before the trip (after she’d already started on the lactation pills) her friend told her that it had been cancelled due to weather conditions.
wanda swore to herself to never do anything nice for anyone ever again after that. the pain is insurmountable, shooting through her flesh and making her stomach lurch.
“can i do anything to help?” you feel horrible, knowing she’s going through this for no reason and that there’s nothing she can do until the pills she took stop their effects.
“can you rub on mommy’s stomach please, baby?” the pills have also given her a number of side effects including cramps, and it makes her feel like a teenager who’s got their first period all over again.
you nod and she lifts her shirt up a little. you press your hand into her warm skin, slowly massaging the area with little dips of your fingers. she smiles through her pain at your efforts, reaching her hand out to smooth over your hair. “just a little more pressure, sweetheart,” she says, still moulding her breasts over her thin shirt.
you try your best to add pressure, but touching her like this feels weirdly intimate, especially when she has that contorted look on her face, and soft little whimpers spill from her mouth. you don’t want to overstep or end up hurting her.
“here,” she says, reaching out and patting your hand. “how about we switch, hm? you massage mommy’s boobs instead?” your lips part for a second before you realise and you quickly close your mouth, nervously rubbing the back of your neck. “a-are you sure?”
“of course, baby. mommy just needs a little more firmness on her tummy.” she connects her thumb and index fingers together as she speaks.
you don’t quite catch the coy smirk she lets her lips break in to for just a second, too busy not being able to look her in the eyes whilst you nod your head in agreement.
she straightens her face when you look up and gives you a tender smile instead, taking your hand and guiding you to her cloth covered breast. you lay your hand flat on the surface, too scared to move, to do anything. “go on sweetheart, help mommy feel better.”
it’s squishy and warm as you squeeze and you feel them spilling out of her bra underneath her shirt - the overgrowth of milk clearly making it too small for her. you begin lightly massaging, hands pressing in a clawing motion against her tits. “like this, mommy?”
she sighs, tipping her head back at your touch. “yeah, baby, oooh - that’s it,” she moans softly, placing her own hand on her stomach and pressing hard at the tightening pressure on her pelvis.
you massage for a few more minutes and it seems as though some of wanda’s pain has been alleviated. her eyes are closed and she breathes in long stretches as you work. you can’t say the idea of groping your mommy’s tits isn’t making your underwear just a little damp, and you try not to squirm every time she softly mewls, but it’s gets frustratingly harder with each passing minute.
even more so when you start to feel a slight wetness on her shirt. it settles on your palms, warm and slightly tinted. you pause, looking up at her. but she doesn’t seem to notice, too encapsulated in her meditative state.
the liquid flows a bit more freely now, darkening the patch of her shirt around where her nipples are. “m-mommy?” your fingers stop their motions on her boobs and her eyes flutter open. she sees you staring at your hand, unsure of what to do with the liquid that has accumulated there.
“oh, detka.” she coos, stroking your temple. “can you go and get mommy’s pump, please?”
you nod and she tells you it’s in one of her bedside table drawers. you stand up shakily, though you’re not sure why. your head seems to feel a little fluttery and you feel a slight jolt in your abdomen. a feeling that gets worse as you watch wanda lift her shirt up, revealing only a thin bra that has become almost transparent around her nipples.
you instantly look away, focusing on the task at hand. get her pump. you reach down to the bottom drawer of her nightstand and open it, fetching the item and walk back to the bed, almost antagonisingly slow.
you pass her the item and sit down next to her awkwardly, not knowing what to do with yourself. and if that wasn’t already hard enough, she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, scrunching it up into a ball and aiming at the laundry basket a few feet away.
you turn away as soon as your eyes come into contact with her breasts, wanting to be respectful, not because you’re afraid of ogling her - no, never that.
“it’s okay, sweetheart,” she giggles. “you can look.”
you turn back around, smiling sheepishly and taking her in. they’re full, almost swollen, her nipples hardening as they come into contact with the fresh, cool, summer air. your cheeks turn pink and you try your best to look at her pretty face, but it feels like they’re staring right at you.
“you okay, bunny?” she snaps you out of your thoughts. you clear your throat and give her an unbelievable smile. “yes.”
she’s just about done fiddling with the pump and attaches the flange on to her nipple. she breathes, thinking she’s about to get a relief from all this, but the suction seems to not be working. she checks the tubing and assembly, not understanding what the problem is.
she tries once more and the suction fails again. she cups one of her boobs as an achy cramp suddenly attacks. “mmh,” she whimpers - unintentionally, or not, gripping one of your thighs.
you wouldn’t say you like seeing your mommy in pain, but the sounds she makes and the hold on your thigh is making quite the mess of your panties - much so that if she moved her hand one inch closer she’d for sure feel the stickiness coating your groin area.
“baby…” wanda whispers, her thumb making little circles on your thigh. “w-would you mind?” she asks, her words slow and drifting into the air. you catch them before they dissipate and your eyes widen involuntarily.
you know she really wouldn’t ask if she didn’t have any other option and the thought of her nipples in your mouth doesn’t seem like a bad thing, so why are you so nervous?
you stare into space, and she anxiously waits for your answer, hoping to get it sooner rather than later. “please, sweetheart…mommy hurts.” she winces, fingering her exposed, tender nipples. her words have you instantly obliging, nodding your head vigorously like that alone will stop her pain.
“yeah?” she waits for your confirmation, her tensed muscles finally relaxing a little.
“yeah,” you echo, your skin prickling with warmth.
“come here, sweetheart.” wanda opens her arms, gesturing for you to sit sideways on her lap. once you’re comfortable she kisses your forehead and rests her hand on the side of your thigh. you find it a little hard to breathe now that you’re close up to her - her breasts mere inches away from your face, dripping milk down onto her stomach. “go head, baby,” she coaxes, stroking your thigh.
you glance at her face once more and she softly smiles, all the extra reassurance you need to lean forward and wrap your lips around her nipple.
she sighs as you slowly suckle, letting her shoulders sink fully into their natural state. you hum and relax your tongue around her as the sweet, thin liquid flows into your mouth. it doesn’t taste like you expected, you somehow thought it’d be bitter, but it’s almost got a vanilla kind of tinge to it.
“mmh…good girl,” she murmurs, her fingers slow and soothing on your thigh, and a pulse of heat rushes straight to your core. your legs squirm slightly underneath her touch and you apply more pressure, suckling as the milk caresses your stomach lining.
wanda guides one of your hands to her other boob, placing it there and squeezing your fingers. you let out a low squeak as you massage, feeling the tiny milk droplets leak out of her nipple with each touch. “such a helpful little girl,” she says, moaning softly when you gently pinch her erect bud.
your sleep shorts seem to grow wetter just as fast as the milk seeps into your mouth. you don’t mean to have these reactions, but this whole situation feels like a fever dream, just not one you’d ever want to wake up from - it has your thoughts feeling blurry and your tummy feeling all funny. you press your free hand just above your panty line, willing the delightful ache away, but it doesn’t seem to work.
once the boob your undivided attention is on starts feeling a little empty, wanda sits you up and places you on the side of her other one. you don’t waste any time, latching on to her trickling nipple and shutting your eyes closed. she puts her hand back on your thigh, letting her fingertips dance up and down your skin. her lips widen as she sees just how much your enjoying it and she fights to hold back a moan when you accidentally bite her nipple, eager and hungry like you haven’t had a bite of food in days. you smile bashfully, an apologetic expression on your face.
“you like that, baby?” she grins, deep down wanting you to do it again. you just nod in response, irrationally afraid of what might happen if you let go for one second.
her fingertips trail up towards your stomach, she can’t seem to keep her hands to herself. she rubs the area with her palm, feeling your stomach bloat as it fills with liquid, the rising and dropping as you breathe accentuating the effect. “mommy loves your little tummy, sweetheart.” she presses a little harder, your stomach making little gurgling noises as you digest her milk.
you whimper, pursing your lips around her, forcing your legs shut as you squirm in her lap. wanda coos, kissing your cheeks and pushing harder against your stomach.
“poor baby.” she lowers her hands, trailing down towards your inner thighs. when you realise where she’s headed your brows pinch, and you gaze up at her, all doe eyed and fuzzy headed. she doesn’t say a word, her face motionless, just making it seem like innocent little touches. you almost believe it, but then you feel your shorts being pulled to the side and two fingers teasing you over your panties. you unlatch from her nipple, a sharp gasp squeezing out from your throat. “m-mommy?”
“keep suckling, baby - that’s it,” she mutters, gently pushing your mouth back onto her breast. her nails lightly graze your clit and you pule as she spreads your legs so that she can gain better access.
she flexes her fingers over your panties, slowly collecting all your dampness on her skin. “mommy felt how wet your sleep shorts were while you were drinking her milk, bunny,” she almost sings, gasping without a single ounce of shock at the wetness coating her fingers.
you find it hard to stay still, your legs writhing at her touch and your lips quivering around her nipple, making little drops of the white liquid drip out from your mouth. she neatly wipes the spilt milk off of your chin, kissing the corner of your mouth in the process. “was it making your insides all funny, hm? - sucking on mommy’s boobies.”
your hips buck at her words, making you flustered and hot within seconds - the teasing of her fingers on your pussy isn’t helping at all. “mhm…” is all you can manage with the sweltering heat attacking your core.
she pushes your panties to the side, running her fingers up your folds. “mm, i bet, honey.” she spreads them open, pressing a finger on your clit and rubbing in slow circles, and you let out a strained moan, burrowing your face in the side of her boob. “ohh, baby - does that feel good?”
you nod, whimpering into her skin as she increases the intensity, making your skin tingle and shiver. “fff- mommy,” you whine, popping her nipple back into your mouth and sucking eagerly, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. she moans inaudibly, her fingers slowing on your clit as she gathers herself before picking their pace back up and overwhelming your senses.
“such a pretty girl,” she says, smiling as if she’d just won the lottery and inching her fingers closer to your dripping hole. “say it for me, princess - tell mommy you’re her pretty girl.” she circles her fingers around your entrance, letting your slickness wrap around them like lube.
“‘m your pretty girl, mommy,” you mumble around her nipple, and it satisfies her enough so that she sticks her fingers inside your pussy, curling them slightly upwards and pounding them into you.
your hands clutch at her own as she fucks her fingers inside you, clawing and pulling involuntarily as your mind tries to keep up with your body. “shhh, i’ve got you. yeah, you’re doing such a good job…taking it so well.”
you suck lazily on her boob, milk dribbling down your chin and chest. wanda’s free hand rests on your stomach, pressing down like before, making you wriggle and press your hips up further into her touch, seeking what your body cannot handle.
you exhale sharply when she curls her fingers some more. her own hips start to lightly buck up against your thigh, the sight of your tired pussy being finger fucked and the feeling of your walls clenching around them making her insatiably aroused.
you feel her weak attempt at humping against you, the fabric of her pants and the position you’re in a useless barrier - you can tell how frustrated and pent up she is and it only causes your orgasm to draw closer. “god, sweetheart…you’re making mommy so wet,” she mewls, fucking her fingers deeper into your hole.
“‘m so close, mommy,” you cry out, your eyes glistening with unshed tears as you suckle on the remainder of what’s left in her boobs. the pressure on your cervix leaves you a whiny, disheveled mess, biting down hungrily on her nipples, needing more.
wanda groans, tilting your chin up and kissing your mouth - wet and sloppy and without any rhythm, struggling to keep her cool. her tongue rasps against yours and you noisily whimper into her mouth, the sounds vibrating against her oesophagus.
she teasingly presses harder on your stomach, knowing that will end up being your demise. you feel a knot of heaviness in your bladder and clutch at your mommy’s hands again, trying but failing to pry them off. “come for me, angel…come for mommy.”
you moan inaudibly one last time before your legs squeeze together and shake violently as your pussy contracts around her fingers and you reach your peak, a stream of pleasure washing over you.
“that’s it, baby.” wanda soothes, wrapping her arms around you while your body stiffens and your vision blurs. “soo pretty when you come.” she pulls her fingers out of you slowly then sticks them in her mouth, humming at the taste of you.
you whine, laying in the pleasure of your first orgasm for a moment, then press your face into her chest, ineptly sucking on the skin of her breast.
“shhh, mommy’s got you,” she whispers into your hairline, stroking up and down your backside. “such a good girl…”
she sits you on her lap, your legs straddling her. she looks down at your dazed expression and pouts at how soft and blissed out you look. it’s adorable, and she can’t resist pressing tiny little kisses all over your face.
you giggle, trying to shield yourself but she just pulls your hands away. “mm mm, i don’t think so” she teases, peppering your face even more and feeling her lips get warmer as you flush at her touch. “there’s my sweet girl.”
she softens, pulling you back against her chest and cradling you gently in her arms. “i love you, sweetheart,” she murmurs, petting your hair.
you bury your face deeper into her chest, drunk on love and affection - your mouth finds its way back to her nipple and you suckle until you no longer feel the sunlight on your back.
but when you’re with her you’re thinking of me, aren’t you?
wanda x f!reader
Each time your fling touches you, it barely registers—until Wanda crosses your mind. You and Wanda are on a break, but she’s still the only one who actually gets a reaction out of you.
details: smut, college au, situationship/flings, situationship to together, top wanda, bottom reader, fingering/oral/strap in v, very very slight hurt/comfort, maybe shitty writing bc im very tired.
The break had been your idea. Or maybe hers first, and you’d agreed too quickly out of pride. Either way, neither of you had called it a breakup. That distinction mattered more than you liked to admit.
You were still technically "together." Just “taking space.” Time to think.
There hadn’t been rules, exactly.
Neither of you asked the obvious questions because you both already knew the answers would hurt. So the line stayed blurry on purpose. If something happened with someone else during the break… it wouldn’t really count. At least, that was the understanding.
And honestly, you didn’t feel guilty about the woman you’d been seeing.
It wasn’t serious. You’d made that clear from the start. A few dates, late-night drinks, her knee pressed against yours in restaurant booths. Easy company. Temporary, probably. But she was pretty, attentive, and most importantly, she made you feel wanted again instead of analyzed.
Tonight, she’d pulled you into a picture before either of you left the bar. Her arm looped loosely around your waist, your lipstick-smudged smile turned toward her instead of the camera.
You posted it without thinking too hard about it.
That was a lie. You thought about it the entire time.
About who would see it. About whether your situationship would pause when it came across her feed. Whether she’d zoom in close enough to notice how comfortable the touch looked. Whether she’d care at all.
You told yourself you didn’t care. Still, an hour later, you were lying awake in the dark with your phone inches from your face, checking her socials again.
So no, it wasn’t wrong what you were doing. At least, you told yourself that often enough for it to almost sound true.
The new woman wasn’t even your fling. Barely even that, honestly. A few dates turning into nights together, lingering touches, texts that came in past midnight. She was easy to want. Funny enough to make you forget yourself for a while. Pretty enough to distract you completely when she had you under her.
You didn’t not like her.
She made you laugh over drinks until your stomach hurt. Made you see stars every time you ended up tangled together in her sheets. Made you feel desired in a way that felt effortless instead of complicated.
But every time afterward, eventually, you’d open your eyes and see her face beside you. And your heart would drop anyway. Not because you regretted sleeping with her. Not because you wanted your ex back, exactly.
It was just the awful realization that no matter how good someone else was, they still weren’t her.
Every time she kissed you, every touch against your skin, you waited for something to happen. Some spark. Some feeling strong enough to drown everything else out.
But there was nothing until your mind wandered to Wanda.
Only then did the heat come rushing in. Suddenly her hands burned against your skin, every kiss became something you chased desperately, your breath catching as you pulled her closer. But it wasn’t her you were reacting to. Never really her.
It was Wanda. Wanda’s mouth you imagined against yours. Wanda’s fingers deep inside you. Wanda’s voice slipping into the spaces between breaths. And the worst part was how easily your body responded once you let yourself picture her instead.
After each time, you’d lie there breathless beside your fling, her arm thrown lazily across your stomach while the emotions settled in slow and heavy. You were screwed.
The party was already loud by the time you got there. Music shaking the walls of your friend’s cramped off-campus house, cheap alcohol spilling across countertops, bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder beneath dim colored lights. Skirts worn that would’ve gotten others sent out of lecture halls in seconds, tops hanging off shoulders like they were daring somebody to say something. You weren’t exactly dressed modestly either.
Your eyes met Wanda’s from across the room for the first time in months, and it hit you all at once how badly photos had failed to capture her. You’d stared at those eyes through screens often enough to memorize them, scrolling through old posts late at night like some pathetic ritual. But seeing them now, really seeing them, felt completely different.
It made you hold on tighter to your sanity.
You told yourself you could handle it. That seeing her wouldn’t undo you the way it used to. That months of distance, of silence, of pretending you were fine, had finally built something solid in you. But it didn’t feel solid when she finally approached you.
Wanda didn’t rush it. She never did. Just appeared at your side like she’d always belonged there, like months hadn’t passed in between. The conversation started easy enough, careful. Small updates. Polite smiles. The kind of normal people use when they’re trying not to acknowledge what’s still unresolved.
And then it shifted.
Your back pressed against the wall, the noise of the party reduced to a distant, muffled pulse. Light from the living room barely reached here, leaving everything dim, almost suspended. Trying to make its way up the staircase. Wanda was close, her body pressed against yours.
Your focus narrowed to the space between breaths, to the way she exhaled softly against your mouth before pulling you back in again. Every thought you’d been holding onto loosened at the edges, slipping away one by one until there was nothing left except the pressure of her against you and the sound of your own breathing trying to keep up.
You could feel the heat radiating from her, her body barely an inch away from yours. Her hand found its way to your hip, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling you even closer. You could feel her breath, hot and ragged, against your neck, her lips brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"You've been avoiding me," she whispered, her voice low, her tone accusing. You could feel the truth of her words, the months of distance, the silence that had grown between you. You had been avoiding her, trying to forget the intensity of your last encounter, trying to move on.
But now, with her body pressed against yours, her lips on your skin, her fingers digging into your hip, you realized that you hadn't moved on. You hadn't forgotten. You had just been delaying the inevitable.
"I've been busy... we've... been on break," you lied, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Wanda chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent a jolt of desire through you. She knew you were lying, she could see right through you, she always could.
"Busy with what?" she asked, her voice mocking, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "With your new fling? The one you were clinging to earlier?"
You could feel your face flushing at the mention of your new partner, your body betraying you, your desire for Wanda growing with each word she spoke. She knew she had you, she knew she had the upper hand, and she was enjoying it.
"And we're on break, not on two different sides of a chasm."
"Wanda," you whispered, a plea, a warning, a surrender. You didn't know what you were asking for, what you were giving in to. All you knew was that you needed her, you needed her touch, her kiss, her body on top of yours.
"What do you want, baby?" she asked, her voice low, her eyes locked with yours. "Tell me what you want."
You hesitated, your body aching with need, your mind filled with images of her, of you, of the two of you together. You wanted her, you wanted her touch, her kiss, her body on top of yours.
"I want you to kiss me," you said, your voice steady, your eyes challenging.
She kissed you, her lips soft, her tongue demanding, her body pressing against yours. She was intense, she was passionate, she was everything you needed. She was giving you what you wanted, but she was also taking, taking control, taking your breath away, taking your heart. She guided you back into some room, shutting the door behind the two of you.
You could feel your body responding, your heart pounding, your breath coming in short gasps. You could feel your desire growing, your need for her increasing with each passing moment. You wanted more, you wanted everything.
You deepened the kiss, your tongue tangling with hers, your hands exploring her body, your fingers digging into her flesh. She moaned, her body pressing against yours, her hands reaching for you, her fingers finding the hem of your shirt, pulling it up, exposing your skin. You could feel her touch, hot and urgent, her fingers tracing the curve of your body, her hands cupping your breasts.
You gasped, your body arching into her touch, your mind filled with images of her, of you, of the two of you together. She seemed to sense your desire, her hands moving faster, her touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. She was undressing you, her hands pushing your shirt up, her fingers unhooking your bra, her hands cupping your breasts, her thumbs rubbing against your nipples.
You could feel your body responding, your nipples hardening, your breath coming in short gasps, your body aching with need.
And then, suddenly, she stopped. Her hands left your body, her touch disappearing, her lips leaving yours. You could feel the loss, your body aching with need, your mind filled with questions, with confusion.
"Why did you stop?" you asked, your voice barely audible, your eyes locked with hers. She smiled, a slow, wicked smile that promised more pleasure than you could bear.
"Because I want to hear you beg," she whispered, her voice low. "I want to hear you say it."
You hesitated, your body aching with need, your mind filled with images of her, of you, of the two of you together. You wanted her, you wanted her touch, her kiss, her body on top of yours.
"I want you to fuck me," you said, your voice steady, your eyes challenging. Wanda's eyes widened in surprise, her body tensing against yours. She hadn't been expecting that, hadn't been expecting you to take control.
But she recovered quickly, her eyes gleaming with excitement, her lips curving into a smile. "Mmm," she murmured, her hand reaching between your legs, her fingers finding your clit, her touch sending waves of pleasure through you.
Her touch was electric, her fingers expertly stroking you, her thumb circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You could feel your body responding, your hips bucking, your breath coming in short gasps. You were so close, so ready, your body aching for release.
"I want you to lick me," you said, breathy, in betwen gasps. "I want your tongue on me, your mouth on me, your face between my legs."
Her fingers find the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. She looked up at you, her eyes locked with yours, her breath hot against your core. And then she licked you, her tongue flat against your clit, her touch sending waves of pleasure through you. You moaned, your body arching into her touch, your hands finding her hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands.
She started to move, her tongue circling your clit, her fingers slipping inside you, her touch sending you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. As your body trembled with the aftershocks, Wanda pulled away, her touch leaving you bereft. You whimpered, your body aching for more, your mind filled with thoughts of her, of you, of the two of you together. You wanted more, you needed more. You've been craving her for months.
Wanda seemed to sense your desire, her lips curving into a smile. She reached down, her hand moving between her legs, her fingers unbuckling something. You heard a rustling sound, and then you saw it - a strap-on harness, a thick, silicone cock attached to it.
Your eyes widened in surprise.
"Is this what you want, baby?" she asked, her voice low, her eyes locked with yours. You could only nod, your body aching with need, your mind filled with images of her, of you, of the two of you together.
She stood up, her body towering over yours, her hand guiding the cock to your entrance. She pressed the tip against you, her eyes never leaving yours, her breath hot against your face. "Tell me you want it," she whispered, her voice demanding, her eyes challenging.
"I want it," you said, your voice steady, your eyes locked with hers. "I want you to fuck me with it, Wanda. I want you to fill me up...."
Wanda hums in some sort of approval, her hands gasping at you to flip you onto your stomach. Her body moving forward, the cock sliding inside you. You moaned, your body arching into her touch, your hands reaching for her, your fingers digging into her flesh. Filling you up, giving you exactly what you begged for.
She grabbed your hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, her body slamming against yours. She was fucking you hard, her hips thrusting forward, her cock sliding in and out of you. You could feel every inch of her, filling you up, stretching you, sending waves of pleasure through you. Gasps of her name and nothingness come bumbling out from between your lips.
You could feel your orgasm building again, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. You were so close, so ready, your body aching for release. And then, suddenly, she stopped again. Her body moved away from yours, her touch disappearing. You whimpered at the loss, your body aching with need, your mind filled with confusion, with frustration.
"I want to look at you while I make you come," she whispered. She turned you around, her hands guiding you onto your back, her body moving between your legs. Your knees pressed so tightly against you, her body coming down on top, almost pressing you into this position.
She pressed the tip of the cock against your sopping entrance again, her eyes locked with yours, her body moving forward. She slid inside you, her cock filling you up, her body moving slowly, sensuously, her eyes never leaving yours.
She was fucking you slowly, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, her cock sliding in and out of you. She was looking at you, her eyes filled with desire, with love, with obsession. She was fucking you, she was making love to you, she was giving you everything you wanted, everything you needed.
You could feel your orgasm building again, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. You were so close, so ready, your body aching for release. And then, suddenly, it hit you. Your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing, your eyes rolling back, your mouth opening in a silent scream.
Wanda stayed with you, her body moving slowly, sensuously, her cock sliding in and out of you, her eyes locked with yours. She was looking at you, she was with you, she was giving you everything you needed, everything you wanted.
And as you came down from your high, your body sated, your mind filled with thoughts of Wanda, you knew one thing for sure. You had her, you had her touch, her kiss, her body on top of yours. And you would never let her go again.
notes: very last minute fic, and I fell asleep pretty much writing at the end so ignore if it's like shitty as hell. i know it is, im too tired to do anything about it atm. later i'll go over it.
Summary: The honeymoon arrived and with it a roller coaster of emotions.
Pairing: Dom! Wanda Maximoff x sub! fem! reader
Warnings(+18): self-doubt, public sex (?), fingering, oral sex, edging, anal play, cum-filled strap, brief bottom Wanda Maximoff, mommy kink, homophobia, violence, bdsm for beginners (?), breeding kink, spitting kink, blindfold, handcuffs, allusion to topspace, reader experiments subspace for the first time, spanking, brief aftercare
you don’t have permission to translate/repost my work anywhere. Please be respectful. Likes, reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated. MDNI — Regina
A/N: omg it’s finally here! Honestly, I think I cock-blocked my mind, I swear it was physically hurting me not being able to write all the things I wanted but I did my best, I swear. Anyway, enjoy beauties ♡ see you on the next one. Sorry for any mistakes hehe
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You were nervous.
There were certain expectations when it came to a honeymoon. Maybe you would go feral on each other, maybe it would be a romantic getaway, maybe it was a week to just relax.
So by the time you arrived to Los Cabos, México, your anxiety was on a mission to make you pass out because how could you top all the things you already did with Wanda?
You lived together, you fucked before even started dating so it wouldn’t be something new and you didn’t even paid for the resort – Wanda did. There wouldn’t be a romantic surprise waiting for you in the suite, not when you took an early flight and by the time you arrived to the resort it was almost noon.
Your expectations were too high, your anxiety was higher but it was dragging you into the mud with what you thought was the lack of element of surprise.
Wanda, on the other hand, barely made it to Mexico without fucking you anywhere she could. The ride to the airport was wrecking, the Polaroids in her mind and your thighs showing only ruined her underwear. During the flight, you fell asleep before she could drag you to the restroom. And when you landed on Mexico, her body was already tired even when she desperately needed you.
To no one’s surprise, after the check-in you both crashed on the bed. None of you even took your clothes off, you didn’t unpack nor care enough that you hadn’t eaten. Warm bodies close to one another in the middle of a king size bed, letting your bodies recharge.
By the second day, Wanda was ready to ruin you but your anxiety was still creeping up your body. She tried to turn you on in the shower, after breakfast, even at the pool not caring people was around but you were too nervous and Wanda was trying to be patient even when the bikini she bought you was driving her crazy.
She asked what was wrong, multiple times because you seemed off and you just laughed nervously, ignoring the guilt that was also settling down in the pit of your stomach because somehow you were managing to screw your honeymoon up.
The idealisation was to be kept between the sheets, you were supposed to not even see the walls outside the room and yet, your body was betraying you by being controlled with your fears.
Would you be enough? Would your wife be satisfied with the new role? What if the spark died during those six hours on the plane?
You weren’t even sure where everything was coming from, the thoughts were just there and your mind was pulling you on every direction. Wanda was showing you very bluntly she desired you and still your body was not responding and it was frustrating you.
So by the next day, Wanda was on edge. She never pushed, even when her body was screaming with need. But you weren’t talking and she was keeping her hands to herself until you did. Trying so hard to figure it out herself in the meantime.
You both were getting ready for your day out. Wanda rented a yacht to take you to ‘The Arch’ and the beautiful beach beside it called ‘Lover’s beach’.
Wanda was watching you get ready, wearing a red bikini she also picked and a white island beach fishnet. Her skin was burning and she was sure it had nothing to do with the desert heat. Her own bikini bottoms already damped at the sight of you.
You smiled softly when you noticed her gaze on you. Offering her your hand and she took it, an electric chill running up her arm with desperation.
You took the hotel’s bus to take you to a different resort of the same chain where the yacht would take off. The ride was silent and comforting as you still were trying to gather your thoughts and deciding to make the best of your honeymoon instead of going celibate the rest of the trip.
You needed her, you fantasised about the trip the whole time you were planning your wedding and now you were fucking it up. Too nervous to even tell your wife what was wrong or to even push your own body to fucking react.
Soon, you both were on the small yacht letting the sun kiss your skin while you were lying next to your wife. You had one AirPod in your ear as Wanda was reading and both were enjoying margaritas.
You were unaware of the glances Wanda was throwing at you, finding difficult to concentrate when your body looked stunning and you hummed to the music softly. So after ten minutes of trying to focus, she finally gave up and put the book down.
“Malysh” her voice was soft but there was a certain edge on it that made your heart race, you decided to ignore the feeling and just hummed “Can we talk?”
Your hand trembled when putting the AirPod back in its case and you looked at her nervously, grateful that the sunglasses were hiding the fear in your eyes.
“Yes, what’s up?” you tried to sound casual, even when your mind was spiralling already with your anxiety and the awful scenarios this could take you to.
“Did I do something wrong?” Wanda hated the insecurity that shone in her voice, but she would be lying if she said it didn’t cross her mind that maybe you were having second thoughts about the wedding.
“Wha-What? No, why would you think that?” you sat straight up, taking your sunglasses off and grabbing her hand “No, my love. Everything is fine”
“But it’s not” she whispered, scolding herself for not giving you space even when her body was asking her to close the gaps “We don’t have to but…” she sighed, trying to collect her thoughts and her insecurities started to creep on her mind “Are you not attracted to me anymore?”
Your jaw dropped – your mind was catching up with where this was going and you wanted to punch yourself for making Wanda think she was the problem.
“I am, very much” you leaned and pecked her lips “I just- I’m sorry” you whispered. Your grip around her hand tightened and you sighed, you needed to talk “It’s me, really. I’ve been dreaming of this for months and… what if I’m not enough? I love that we are married but what if I’m not exciting enough? I read somewhere couples could just lose their spark with marriage and-“
Wanda sat up and kissed you desperately, pulling you into her lap. It felt like a first kiss and at the same time a reminder. You were killing the spark before you could even navigate the married life, your mind was definitely not your best friend in that moment.
“Detka” she breathed out with your foreheads pressed “why would you think that, hm? Haven’t I show you how much I want you?” she kissed your cheek “We just started this new stage of our lives and” she kissed your jawline “my body is burning with desire, you are always more than enough for me”
“But I just-“ your voice died when she kissed your neck and you bit your lip “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I keep having these thoughts…”
“Then let me do the thinking for you” she whispered against your skin “What are you scared of?”
“Of losing you, of you not finding me attractive anymore, of you getting bored of me” you whispered and she pulled back to look you in the eyes. Your lip trembled and your eyes filled with tears.
“I could never get bored of you” she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear “And you had ruined me, there won’t be any woman I could find more attractive than you” she caressed your cheek “Is this why you been holding back on sex?” you nodded and she smiled “It’s okay, maybe you just need me to remind you how much I want you”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-“
“Don’t talk, malysh” she said softly brushing her lips against yours “don’t think, just feel”
She kissed you gently – allowing you to ease in her arms. Then she started to move her lips roughly, her tongue outlining your lips and you parted them letting her in. Your hands grabbed the back of her neck, your mind starting to shut down as you focused on the feeling of her lips against yours.
Wanda was right, you were thinking too much. You needed to let go and actually enjoy your alone time with your wife. And as her hands roamed your body, your mind started to push back the bad thoughts.
She pulled the fishnet up your thighs, her fingers trailing up your skin and finding their way inside your bikini bottoms and you moaned.
“That’s it, malysh. Let me make everything go away” she whispered.
Her digits worked slowly over your clit, you weren’t wet enough so she pulled out her hand and spit on it and the image itself made you moan when she went back between your legs.
Wanda’s lips kissed your neck, her tongue tracing your throat as her fingers worked on you and finally the anxiety left your body, replaced by every sensation Wanda was sending on your body.
You moaned loudly when she pushed a finger inside your now soaked cunt and she smirked against your skin. There you were, her good girl ready for her. So she decided to push a second finger and you whimpered.
“I would’ve done this since the first day we arrived if I had only known” she whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine “I’ve been dying to fuck you since we left the party” she sucked on your earlobe and her fingers fastened their movements inside you “You looked so perfect in your wedding dress and then your travel clothes” you bucked your hips and she chuckled softly “That’s it, detka, focus on me and me only” you moaned and she pulled back to watch you “Will you be mommy’s good girl?”
“Yes” you moaned, her thumb already pressed against your clit “Please”
But she pulled out her fingers and you whined. Wanda tutted and laid you down on the deckchair, pulling down your bikini bottoms and settling in between your legs. She moaned at the sight of your glistened pussy.
“You need to be reminded how much I want you” she kissed your inner thigh and your breath hitched “how much I love you” she kissed your other inner thigh “how much I love this pussy”
She flattened her tongue and ran it over your slit, you bit your lower lip but she moaned at the taste. Wanda had missed eating you out, so she really didn’t want to tease and went straight to her mission.
Wanda devoured you like she had been starved for days, at that point she really was. And your body started to react the way it should have for the last two days. You arched your back, your hand tugged her hair and you moaned as her tongue worked on your clit.
“So good, fuck” you whimpered when she pushed three fingers inside of you and you bucked your hips up “Mommy, please”
Wanda didn’t even dare to smirk, too focused on eating you like her life depended on it. Your arousal was now dripping down your thighs all the way down to the deckchair, coating also Wanda’s chin although she wasn’t sure if it was your arousal or her own drool. Probably both.
She fastened her pumps, feeling the way your velvety walls started to clench around her fingers and her tongue flicked on your rose bud. You started moaning loudly, forgetting about the crew of the yacht, your fears and even your own name.
“I’m going to come, please” you looked down, finding green eyes already looking up and meeting yours. Wanda looked amazing, she always did. Doe eyes drunk on your taste and focused on you “Please, I need to come” she nodded.
Her fingers curled inside you and she sucked on your clit, your back arched once again and your thighs closed around her head as you felt the orgasm hit your body. She licked you clean, almost hating the idea of stopping but she decided to take it easy for now.
Wanda helped you put your bikini bottoms back up and kissed your thighs before climbing up your body. She leaned to kiss you and you moaned when you tasted yourself, a dreamy look already taking over your eyes when she broke the kiss.
“Hey there, malysh” she whispered, her lips twitching with a soft smile.
“Hey” you smiled back and caressed her cheek “thank you, mommy” you pulled her to kiss her again “for being patient and reminding me I was overthinking instead of living it”
“Always, detka” she pecked your lips “Feeling better?”
You nodded proudly and played with her hair.
“A lot better”
(—)
Pueblo Bonito – Sunset beach was by far the most beautiful place you had stayed in. Luxurious, great view and had the perfect bed to have your girlfriend all on fours as you fucked her.
The morning by the yacht was totally freeing. It served to quiet your mind and really got you back on track. So as soon as you arrived to the hotel, you decided to show your girlfriend how much you actually wanted to fuck her.
Wanda’s ass was lifted in the air, your fingers dug into the skin of her hips as you pulled her closer. Her moans were filling the bedroom along with your whimpers, knowing you would be able to come just by the sight of her.
You leaned and your tongue ran all the way up on her back, your left hand tugged her hair and she grunted as you made her look at you. Green eyes darkened as much as yours.
“Mommy loves being pounded, doesn’t she?” you smirked, bottoming out and she rolled her eyes back “All dominant until I’m between her legs”
“Fuck” she moaned and you kissed her, your hips kept grinding roughly “Don’t stop, malysh”
Your hand left her hair and you grabbed her chin, pressing on her cheeks to make her open her mouth and she frowned.
“Have I ever told you how much I love when you spit in my mouth?” she mewled, pushing her hips back and you smirked “Want to feel the same as me when you do it?”
You didn’t wait for an answer, you saliva already dripping down to her mouth. You smirked when she swallowed and your right hand moved in between her legs. Your index flickered over her clit and she whimpered as you chuckled.
“My confident and dominant wife all worked up” your mocking words were going to get you in trouble but somehow they were doing wonders to Wanda and her mind was pulling her on all directions because she had never seen you being so… powerful over her.
You rubbed circles over her clit and she looked at you with hazy eyes. This was new for both of you. You were never like this but seeing her at your mercy, begging and trembling under you was fuelling the fire inside you.
“I wish I could make you a mommy, mommy” you purred in her ear and she whimpered, feeling the way her abdomen tightened and you rocked your hips harder “I wouldn’t mind having a cock if that meant I could come inside you” her walls started clenching around the toy and Wanda’s knuckles turned white gripping on the sheets “And that tight pussy is just mine, you are mine” you let go of her chin and she buried her face against the mattress “Say you are mine, come on”
She mewled again, trying to fight back the dominance over her and failing when her body was reacting differently. Wanda blinked and bit down her lip but you thrusted harder and she moaned.
“Fuck, I’m yours detka, only yours”
“That’s it, be a good mommy” you cooed and tugged her hair again “Come for me, make a mess around my strap”
It took you a few more thrusts and rubs over her clit but soon your wife was screaming out your name, her legs trembling and failing her when she collapsed on the bed. You pulled out gently and she whimpered at the movement, then you took off the toy and wrapped your arms around her body.
Both were panting and your bodies glistened with sweat, the cold from the air conditioner clashing against your skins and you pulled the covers up your bodies as you kissed her back softly.
“You okay, my love?” you asked after a few minutes and she turned to look at you, you smiled softly but it faded when she grabbed you by the throat.
“I am, malyshka” her grip tightened and she smirked “But you get cocky again and I will break you, understood?”
“You seemed to…”
“It’s like you are begging me to remind you of your place” she husked and got closer to your face “So be nice to mommy and thank her for letting you fuck her”
You swallowed, your confidence already gone as Wanda regained hers back. You licked your lips, your eyes focused on hers as her smirk widened.
“Thank you, mommy” you looked her in the eyes and licked your lips again “for letting me fuck you” she let go of you and patted your thigh.
“That’s my good girl” she pecked your lips and rolled on her side “Want me to order room service?”
You chuckled, moving closer as she dialled the room service number and you kissed her naked back, licking again her skin as she tried to push you back so she could focus. When she hung up, she turned again to see you and you offered her a faux innocent smile.
“Still mad at me for fucking you?”
“Oh malysh” she tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you gently “I was never mad, I loved it” you grinned and she rolled her eyes “but don’t ever forget who is really in charge” she bit down her lip “and the spitting thing” Wanda climbed your lap and your cheeks flushed as her hand grabbed your chin “I see what you mean, open up” you opened your mouth, a drizzle of saliva landing on your tongue and she licked her lips “swallow, detka” you did it, your eyes not daring to look away “It’s good our honeymoon is taking this turn” she leaned closer, brushing her lips with yours “After dinner, I will show you how power looks like”
“Is that a promise?” you whispered and her tongue outlined your lower lip making you buck your hips up. She chuckled when you tried to kiss her.
“It is, moya lyubov’” her eyes twinkled with excitement.
(—)
For the next two days, Wanda made you pay for every word that left your mouth that night by edging you.
She ruined every orgasm she could. Your wife went from desperately needing you to come to not caring at all if you did. The meaning of fuck toy took a whole new level in your lives, she used you as one and surprisingly you weren’t feeling bad about it.
Wanda came using your face, your thigh, your abdomen and she even rode the strap. Not once did she let you lay a finger on her nor did she let you come. She teased you and fucked you, knowing your body too well so she could stop before you actually reached your high.
But everything was better than your first two days not actually reacting. Even when you were watching her dive into the pool with a black bikini, aware of the looks some men were throwing at your wife and the jealousy igniting inside of you.
You bit your lip, too focused to notice when a waitress brought you a ‘Paloma’, a Mexican drink that consisted on grapefruit juice, tequila and lemon with a pinch of salt. You barely thanked her when she placed it next to you, as your eyes noticed the droplets on Wanda’s shoulders.
The redhead was aware of the glances of the men too and she couldn’t care less when you were watching her like you were starving and ready to get fucked. And she had a particular idea in mind, something she planned before the wedding and that only solidify when you suggested she could use the anal plug.
Your little stunt that night also ignited something in her. As always, she took baby steps towards a whole new world in your sex life – the idea of doing something you wouldn’t like crept up her mind. But when you showed her that side of yours, she wondered not for the first time how far the limit was.
Wanda got out of the pool, noticing the way your eyes were roaming her body behind your sunglasses as you bit harshly your straw. She chuckled to herself and approached you slowly, letting you enjoy the view.
When she sat on the deckchair beside you, she swore she heard you whimper. Wanda took your drink and gave it a try, she wasn’t that fond of tequila even when you were, so she gave it back and called a waiter over.
“When are we going back to the suite?” you asked abruptly and she frowned in false confusion.
“Why, malysh? I thought you wanted to enjoy the resort. That’s what you told me the first day” she teased and you rolled your eyes. The waiter stood next to her and your wife smiled softly “Could I have a…” she looked down the menu “what is a mezcalina de Jamaica? Is it tequila?”
“No, but close” the waiter smiled softly “smoky notes on the mezcal make the difference” she hummed looking back at the menu and sighed.
“You know what? Why not? Let’s try it and another of whatever my wife is drinking” she said looking back at you and you grinned.
“Paloma” you said proudly and she giggled.
“Coming right at you, Miss”
She watched the waiter leave and when she turned to face you, you were already standing up next to her. Wanda looked up and tilted her head when you offered her your hand.
“Yes, detka?” she asked amused and you pouted.
“If we are not going to the room any time soon, at least come with me to the pool” you said biting your lower lip and shaking your hand in front of her.
“Tempting” she said slowly, noticing the glances you were throwing at the men looking at you both “Is this about them” she pointed at the men with her chin “or about getting a refresh?” she smirked and you groaned.
You sat back at your deckchair and gulped the remains of your drink. At that she frowned and watched you leave to dive into the pool by yourself.
It was a sky-pool so you swam to the edge and stayed there looking at the ocean far below. Wanda thanked the waiter when he came back, her eyes focused on you. She meant to tease you, but clearly it landed badly on you when your shoulders tensed.
A pair of red shorts blocked her view and she looked up to find a tall man, tanned skin and dirty blonde hair wearing an awful pair of sunglasses and the worst smile she had ever seen. A smile that he probably used thinking he owned the world, that he had a chance every time he wore it.
“I was waiting for your kid to go play somewhere else, gorgeous” he pointed at you with his thumb, his eyes focused on her when he took off the sunglasses. Honey brown eyes that were twinkling with desire and she snorted “I haven’t even said my joke and I’m already making you laugh. I guess I have a chance”
Wanda stood up and his smile widened. She approached him with a deadly smile, the smile that should’ve been enough to make him go away if he wasn’t so far up his own ass. Her index finger lifted his chin and she chuckled.
“Pathetic” she said softly, letting him go as his eyes darkened and he gave her a scowl, the one she ignored as she walked towards the pool.
“You don’t have to be a bitch, I’m doing you a favor” he yelled behind her, making you turn around. Your eyes landed on your wife, she had her eyes closed as her chest stiffed and she pinched the bridge of her nose “Who in their right mind would fuck a lady your age, hm?”
You started swimming to the other side of the pool. Fast enough to hear her say:
“A favor? Did I ask you to do something?” she said turning around to face him once again, taking a step closer to him “I don’t know who you are. I don’t even care” she growled “A lady my age have taste and believe me, no one would get closer to” she signal his body and took another step closer “your pathetic ass”
You went out the pool, grabbing her arm behind her but she didn’t look at you. She was upset with herself for making you upset and then that man was pushing the wrong buttons. Wanda wanted to break him.
“What’s happening?” you asked looking at the man, frowning as Wanda tried to snatch her arm away.
“Tell your mom to stop being such a bitch, I was trying to be nice” he shrugged “I total old bitch”
“Nice? Nice would be…”
“What did you just say?” you repeated cutting Wanda off, your eyes focused solely on him now.
You moved Wanda’s body behind you, your first instinct was to protect. But your eyes darkened – if jealousy wasn’t enough to fuel fire inside of you, his next words sure did.
“I said, tell your mom to stop being a bitch” he spat, rolling his eyes and starting to walk away.
Not even Wanda saw it coming but soon enough you were already walking behind him, tapping his shoulder and when he looked back, your fist met his cheekbone.
Your wife gasped and the staff started running to help when he tried to retaliate. Wanda grabbed your arms before you jumped as the waiters held back the man.
“She’s my wife, asshole. Don’t you ever speak to her like that” you howled, watching him spit in front of you some blood.
“Fucking dykes man, what a waste of meat” he hissed.
“Come on, repeat that on my face, you fucking-“
“Detka!” Wanda called and you turned to look at her, your eyes softening when you met hers and she pulled you closer when the man started to shout things and you tried to turn around “Hey, hey, look at me” she caressed your cheek, watching you blow “It’s okay, don’t mind him”
“He just- I’m going to kill him” you snatched your arms away from her grip, your blood boiling and your legs ready to run so you could end him.
Wanda ran after you as a waiter blocked your path and she grabbed your hips, asking the waiter to wait before he called security.
“He is not worth it, malysh” your chest was raising and falling furiously, Wanda had never seen you like that “Detka, please, look at me” you reluctantly did and she smiled softly “Want to go to the room?”
“No” you grunted “I want to fucking kill him”.
She moved her hands to your face, holding you firmly and moving closer to you. Your eyes darkened with wrath and she could see your internal fight.
“It’s okay, we are okay” she whispered, nuzzling your nose and she pecked your lips, hearing a ‘fucking dykes’ behind you and you growled “No, no, focus on me” she said softly, caressing your cheek and watching you close your eyes as you inhale sharply. You sighed and nodded “That’s my good girl” she looked to the waiter and he almost wished he could disappeared when he saw your wife’s deadly stare “Call whoever is in charge, now!”
He nodded and ran fast as she walked you back to your deckchairs. She sat down and urged you to sit between her legs. Your skins hot from the sun, but she was sure yours elevated a bit more with the events.
Her hand grabbed the one you punched the man with and you hissed with pain. Wanda took a look at it and called another waiter over.
“Bring me some ice for my wife, please”
“Yes, Miss”
You grabbed your drink and gulped it down and Wanda tried to stop you but at the same time she knew you needed it so she let it go. The waiter came back with a pack of ice and then a manager approached you both.
You didn’t even bother to look up, your heart was still drumming in your ears and you decided to focus on the feeling of the ice against your knuckles. You weren’t sure where that force came from but you were glad it did.
“How can I help you, ma’am?” he sounded friendly. Your wife not so much.
“My wife picked this place for our honeymoon” she started, her hands not moving away from your sides but her grip tightened “And everything was okay until that asshole” she pointed to the said asshole “not only insulted me but was extremely homophobic with us. Is this what your chain supports?”
Your eyes noticed the way the manager shifted his weight nervously, letting you know your wife was probably throwing daggers at him.
“May I have your room number?” he almost murmured, squirming under Wanda’s gaze when she tilted her head.
“My room number? What? You need to check my room number when you should be kicking him out?”
“Well, your wife actually…” his voice died down when she stood up, swallowing and biting his lip.
“My wife was just protecting me” she hissed, and maybe some other time you would’ve tried to calm her down, but you weren’t calmed yourself “Call Clint Barton” she demanded and the manager opened his eyes.
“Wha-what?”
“You heard me. Want to see how much power I have? Call him” she husked and finally, you looked at her confused.
You had never heard of Clint Barton but apparently the man did and he looked like he was about to pee himself. Wanda waved him off and he disappeared, followed by the waiters that were waiting for him.
She grabbed her phone and started looking at her contacts. Her brows furrowed as she searched for Natasha’s number. Wanda put the phone on speaker and you heard the line.
“Who is…” she raised her hand when Natasha picked up.
“What up, lovebird? Ready to invite me to spice up the honeymoon?” Natasha teased and you giggled softly.
“I need you to call Clint” Wanda said sternly, ignoring for once her best friend’s teasing.
“What? Why? What happened?” Natasha dropped the tone, worry taking over her quickly.
Wanda told her what happened and Natasha growled under her breath as you were trying to piece together what the hell was happening. You looked down to your hand, your knuckles swollen and the pain climbing up your arm.
“Okay, just stay there and don’t do anything stupid” Natasha said dryly “I’ll call you back in a minute”
She hung up and Wanda sighed, burying her face between her hands. This wouldn’t had happened if she only followed you to the pool instead of teasing you. She grabbed her drink and you watched her gulp half of it.
“Who is Clint Barton?” you asked tilting your head as she sat in front of you and she offered you half a smile.
“We met a few years ago, he invested in ‘The Scarlet Witch’. He’s friends with Natasha, well now he is my friend too” she sighed again and grabbed your hand “I’m sorry about the hand”
You smiled softly “It’s okay, totally worth it” she chuckled and your smile widened “Well, how does this Clint Barton will help us?”
“He is an investor here too, Natasha told me when I was booking the hotel” she explained caressing your cheek “And I talked to him about it, he helped me pull some strings to get the executive suite since it was booked this week” you laughed and she looked at you confused.
“Did you get someone else to change rooms just because you wanted that suite?” you chuckled and she shrugged.
“Only the best for my wife” she grinned and kissed gently your knuckles “I’m really sorry, detka. I was just teasing you and then this idiot…”
“Hey, it’s okay. I know you were teasing, I just-“ your cheeks flushed and you sighed “I just needed you to fuck me and they were eye-fucking you and I needed to get rid of one feeling” she chuckled softly “At the end, I got what I wanted didn’t I?”
“You are so proud of yourself” she teased and you nodded with a triumphant smile “My knight in shining armour” Wanda kissed you gently and her phone started ringing and she sighed “I guess now I have to answer” she put the phone on speaker “Tell me everything, Nat”
“Well… he is furious and sadly, away in his family farm” she said carefully “But he is already making some calls”
“Thank you, Nat, I’m sorry to bother you” she sighed and Natasha chuckled.
“Oh no, I’m sorry I missed the malen'kaya printsessa (little princess) going feral” she chuckled “Send pics of the hand, but nudes are highly appreciated too” she teased and you rolled your eyes.
“Thank you for the help, Natty” you said softly and she gasped “My love, did I tell you I confessed my crush to Natasha at the wedding?”
Wanda looked at you amused. She knew about your crush as much as she knew about Nat’s, and she found it amusing. If it was anyone else, she would be jealous. But she trusted you and her best friend, knowing you both would stay platonic.
“Did you now?” she smirked “How you feeling about that, Nat?”
“You know what? Some of us are busy” she said nervously and you laughed.
“Not so confident now, are you Natty?” you teased, winking at your wife and she chuckled.
“Fuck you both” she said defensively “Anyway, see you when you get back. Love you both, bye”
She hung up before you could keep teasing her and you laughed, the fight long forgotten as your wife smiled at you. She pecked your lips but you pulled her closer before she could get away and kissed her roughly.
“Maybe I should’ve done that instead of punching someone” you giggled and Wanda hummed “It’s your fault, you are too damn hot”
“Oh, milyy (darling), you say that but you didn’t watch yourself punching that guy. You looked so hot” she leaned closer to you “And you deserve a reward for that, moya lyubov’” she whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and you whimpered “But, now I’m all hot and bothered, let’s go to the pool”
“Mommy, please…”
Wanda tutted “Patience, detka. You will enjoy your reward”
She stood up and offered you a hand. You dropped the pack of ice and followed her as she guided you to the pool. You were hypnotised by her, the way she walked, how her hair blew in the air and the way she winked at you before diving into the pool.
The man that messed with you both was removed from the area but you couldn’t care less as you followed your wife to the edge of the pool. Your body wrapping behind her as she rested her arms over the edge.
You kissed her neck “I love you so much”
Wanda turned her head and smiled softly, you leaned to kiss her and she let you lead. You turned her around to face you, your hands holding the edge of the pool as you trapped her body and she pulled you closer by grabbing the back of your neck.
“I love you too, moya lyubov’”
(—)
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Well, almost.
After the general manager approached you both and apologised for what happened, Wanda finally focused on what she really wanted: you.
She ordered lunch, chatted with you about small things and was aware of your desperate glances that were silently begging her to take you back to the room. But since she woke up, she had something in mind and she needed to talk to you before doing anything.
Finally, your wife started talking. Wanda told you that she brought other toys with her, that she has been thinking on exploring a more kinky side of your relationship but she wasn’t sure you would be up for it.
And at first you laughed nervously, a sound that escaped your throat and made her blush. You apologised immediately and explained to her you had never tried something like that. Wanda of course understood, she even saw it coming and she said you both could drop it.
But then you also explained, you had fantasised about it too. Every time you called her mommy, every time she owned your body, every time you felt the way your body reacted to her commands, you always wondered how far it could go if you just asked. So you agreed.
At that, Wanda tried not to smirk and hid her eagerness. Decided that before moving forward she would have to lay down all the cards. She wasn’t unfamiliar with the BDSM world, but you were and Wanda needed to explain in detail all the things she wanted to try with you, all the aspects to take into consideration, the agreement of limits and discussions of safe words.
Your wife wanted to ruin you but in all the good ways and your heart fluttered every time she paused to check if you were still following her words, forcing you to focus on her and not the wetness between your legs.
So by the time the sun started setting, you both went back to the suite. Her hand holding yours, grounding you as your nerves started spiking up. You almost wanted to laugh at yourself for thinking you both were lacking the element of surprise when this was about to happen.
When the door closed, Wanda pulled you into her arms and kissed you gently. Soft lips over yours as her hands cradled your face. And she checked one more time if you were sure. Maybe you doubted for a second but when your eyes met greens, every fear was long forgotten.
She led you to the bedroom and ushered you to sit on the bed. Wanda caressed your cheek and pecked your lips one last time.
“Could you repeat what we agree on safe words, malysh?” she asked gently, her eyes never leaving yours and your breath hitched.
It was really happening.
“Traffic light system” you said when you finally managed to breathe properly, she hummed and nodded “Green means please continue”
“Good girl, if you are not sure?” she started walking around the room, opening her suitcase and starting to grab the toys, your eyes focused on her movements “Detka?”
“S-sorry” you stuttered when she looked at you and she smiled “If I’m not sure I use yellow” she nodded proudly and went back to what she was doing.
“And if you want to stop?” she walked back to the bed and laid all the toys next to you. You bit your lip, your eyes finding the anal plug and your swallowed trying to concentrate.
“I use red”
Your eyes met hers and she smiled softly, lifting your chin with her index finger and her eyes twinkling with love.
“Good girl” she praised and your heart fluttered “Still sure?”
“Yes”
She hummed and smiled “Now, what happens if you can’t talk?”
Her thumb brushed your lower lip and instantly your mouth opened. Ever since you tried the strap, Wanda loved watching you suck the toy or her fingers. So your body started reacting instantly. She smiled but shook her head, trying to get you back on track.
“I-I tap your thigh or snap my fingers” you whispered when she pulled away and she nodded.
“Good girl” she pecked your lips and you smiled.
She helped you strip and she stripped herself when you pouted and then she made you kneel on the bed, your back facing her. Wanda’s index finger trailed down your back and you shivered.
“Is it okay if I blindfold you?” you nodded and her hand squeezed your shoulder “Words, detka”
“Yes, mommy”
“Good girl”
Wanda blindfolded you soon enough and the moment the darkness surrounded you, a tingle ran down your body. Your senses heightened almost immediately trying to compensate for the one that was lacking. Suddenly, you were hyper aware of Wanda’s hands over your skin, the sound of her footsteps and the softness of the sheets.
You heard a chain and your breath hitched with anticipation, your arousal pooling between your legs as Wanda folded your hands behind your back.
“What about handcuffs, malysh?”
Her breath hit your skin and a shiver ran down your spine at the contrast of the warm of her breath and the coolness of the air. You inhale sharply.
“Yes, mommy”
She kissed your shoulder, the fluffy material touching your wrists as her hands worked around you. Wanda’s tongue traced a line between your shoulder blades and you moaned, arching your back at the sensation.
Wanda took a step back, admiring the image of you and feeling the way her own arousal started dripping between her legs. You looked better than she could’ve ever imagined.
“Tonight we won’t go so far” she said as her hand pushed you down to the bed, you gasped when your face touched the mattress and Wanda held back a moan when she noticed your glistened cunt “we will just test the water” she forced herself to continue “tell me again your system, malysh”
You recited the system again, trying hard to focus on your words instead of the feeling of her fingers over your buttocks. She hummed proudly.
“Today you behaved poorly, detka” her finger ran down your slit and you moaned, pushing your hips back and whimpering when she stopped. Wanda licked her finger and moaned “Always tasting so good for me, detka” she bit her finger, trying to collect her thoughts as she pushed herself to get into her mindset “So tell me, what was the bad thing you did, detka?”
You whimpered when you felt again her finger between your folds, slowly pumping inside of you as her other hand held you in place.
“I- I punched a guy but he…” she tutted and her movements stopped.
“No buts, you are suppose to behave” she pulled out her finger and you grunted, coaxing a chuckle out of her throat “Such an impatient little girl” she licked her finger again and her palmed caressed your ass-cheeks “Let’s remind you of your manners, shall we?”
“Yes, mommy”
“Good girl. I won’t ask you to count but for future reference just so you know that’s what’s expected from you” she said almost cheerfully.
“Count? Count wha-“
Her hand impacted against your ass and you gasped, you tried to pull your hands and feeling the handcuffs around your wrist. The pain crept up your hips and you tried to focus on your breath as Wanda admired the red color tainting your skin.
“Color, detka?” she asked noticing the way your hands turned into fists.
“Green” you breathed out.
You tried to count, at least on your mind. But you lost track of every spank, your mind pulling you in every direction as the pain started to turn into something pleasurable, pushing your hips back for more and the way Wanda kept checking in on you every few slaps.
When the last smack hit your skin, your back arched and you felt the wetness rolling down your thighs. Your head started feeling dizzy and your core was pulsating with need. A shiver ran down your body when her fingers brushed your burning skin.
“You did so good, detka” she praised, her eyes lingering over your skin as she wore a proud smirk “So, so good. It’s almost a shame I’m not done with your little punishment yet”
“Mommy” you whimpered, shaking your head slightly as you tried to get rid of the fog in your mind “Please”
“Oh, I know, moya lyubov’. But you also mocked me two nights ago, remember?” you growled and she ran her finger once again down your slit “Don’t be a brat, you will enjoy this one. Color?”
You bit your lip, your mind already focused on her finger. You grunted when she pushed two fingers inside and your hips moved back. But when she tsk, you forced yourself to answer.
“Green, mommy, please”
She hummed, her fingers slowly pumping inside of you as her thumb rubbed circles over your clit and her other hand trailed down your back, hooking around the handcuffs and pulling you up as you whimpered.
“You will tell me when you are close, understood?”
“Yes, mommy”
It’s been so long since Wanda had a scene with anyone, really. But she was sure none of her past encounters were as satisfying as you. The way your moans filled the air or desperate you look trying to get more of her fingers wasn’t new to her, but you complete trust you were putting on her was gratifying.
Her senses were heightened too. Her ears were focused on the sound of your breathing and moans, her eyes kept wandering around your body searching for any discomfort, her hands focused on her work as your scent reached her nose intoxicating her. Even her mouth started drooling at the mere thought of tasting you and at the sight of you.
She fastened the rhythm, your breath erratic and your velvety walls clenching around her fingers. You whimpered, mind still going in every direction possible as you tried to maintain your control, even when your body was begging you to let go.
“I’m close, please. I need to come”
Your voice sounded far away from you but it held the truth. You hadn’t come in two days and you were desperate and your wife knew that. But her movements slowed down and you whined.
“Be patient, malysh. You will love the reward” she cooed and gave you a few seconds to regain composure.
When Wanda was sure you were ready, she started again. Her fingers pumping slowly as her thumb worked over your clit, your arousal damping the sheets when she started fastening her movements.
You moved again your hands, biting down the sheet to hold something that could keep you grounded. The fog came back and you weren’t used to the feeling. It felt enchanting and compelling, asking you to let it take over you but a side of you was still fighting the feeling.
Your abdomen tightened once again and you pulled the handcuffs, you mewled when Wanda slowed down again. She repeated the cycle for what felt like a life time, and tears were streaming down your face in desperation.
You whined again when she pulled her fingers out, your voice was long gone now, you weren’t sure you could talk even if she asked you to. Wanda on the other hand was drunk on you, licking her fingers and moaning at your taste.
“Such a perfect girl for me” she whispered when she leaned over you, her hand grabbing your chin and turning your head to the side and she smiled when she noticed the tears. She licked your right cheek and you whimpered “You did excellent, malyshka. Not once did you come” her breath hit your skin and you moaned “I think you deserve your reward now, don’t you think?” you grunted, pushing your hips back and she chuckled “My good girl forgot how to talk?” she purred in your ear and she pecked your lips “It’s okay, mommy will take care of you”
Wanda moved around the room, you heard as much. You tried to focus on what she was doing but the fog was still clouding your mind and after the fourth time she didn’t let you come, you were too tired to keep fighting it. The feeling numbing your senses, not fully taking over but it was there.
“Snap your fingers” you did as told and she hummed “Good, now once for okay and two for stop” you snapped once and she smiled proudly.
Wanda lifted your hips, your ass in the air as she spread your butt-cheeks and you whimpered when you felt lube being poured in your hole. Then a burning feeling took over you as she started to push the tip of the plug inside. You snapped twice and she smiled.
“Good girl” she praised and poured more lube on you “Relax, malyshka. Snap when you are ready”
You inhale sharply, letting your muscles relax and burying your face in the mattress. You snapped once and she praised you as she kept pushing the toy gently. It was a metal butt plug with a bejewelled head in the shape of a heart. It was almost three inches big, good for beginners.
Wanda pumped the toy slowly, your grunts turned into moans as you started pushing back to keep the toy in. After a few minutes she left it there and suddenly your hands dropped on your sides.
Your limbs felt heavy, burning pleasurably as she flipped you on your back. You whimpered when she grabbed your hands again and folded them now over your stomach.
“Still good, malyshka?” you snapped once “Good girl, now let’s have a taste”
Wanda leaned between your legs and you bit your lower lip when her breath hit your core, her hands preventing you from closing your legs. Her tongue flattened and you wished you could see because when she licked you, you definitely weren’t prepared. You pulled your hands as your back arched and you moaned.
A part of you found amusing and impressive the way Wanda turned you into nothing but moans and whimpers. Your body still sensitive from the edging and now the sensation of the plug up your ass was sending waves up your body as your hole clenched around the toy.
She started eating you out like she was a starved woman. Your moans pitching higher every time she moved the plug as her tongue worked on your clit. Your walls clenching around nothing as your orgasm started building up. And then, she stopped again. You whined.
“Silence, detka. We are almost there” she murmured against your pussy and licked it one last time. Wanda poured lube in her hand and rubbed it in the strap she bought for that special occasion. You whimpered when you felt the tip of the toy being pushed inside of you “You know, I also would love to have a dick myself. Wasn’t that what you told me?” you moaned when she bottomed out and your hands turned into fists “I bought this particular toy just for you, just to fill you up” you bit your lip when she started to move, her hips finding a steady rhythm as you felt full “Don’t hold back your moans, detka. Let me hear you”
Your back arched when she started fastening her movements, no matter how you moved the plug and the strap kept reminding you of your fullness. The fog got denser when her hands pinched your nipples, your mind no longer fighting but actually going quiet.
Wanda, on the other hand, was hyper aware of everything. Enjoying every delicious sound that left your lips as you unravelled underneath her. She was also grunting, noticing your flushed skin, the way your hands stopped fighting the handcuffs and your back arched with every thrust.
Your breath turned erratic as she grabbed a bullet vibrator and pressed it on your clit. Your screams filled the room, barely registering when she told you to come. Every sensation in your body heightened as your mind started feeling floaty. Wanda didn’t stop, she kept going and you whimpered.
“One more, malysh. I want to fill you up” she took the vibrator off for a second and took the blindfold off, you blinked adjusting to the light of the room. She noticed your hazy eyes and smiled “such a pretty girl” she grabbed the bullet again and pressed it in your clit, you bucked your hips up.
After a few more thrusts, your body started to trembled and your second orgasm crashed down as she pressed a button and you felt a liquid filling you up. You whimpered as she fucked the special lube inside of you and then slowly started pulling out.
At that point, your mind was floating fully. Dreamy eyes blinking slowly as you watched your wife take away the toys, whimpering softly when she took the plug out and then she walked to the bathroom and came back with some lotion.
Wanda got what she wanted. She knew you weren’t fully aware of your state but clearly your body was. She moved you around the bed, rubbing lotion on your ass as she was cooing you when you softly grunted. Then she turned off the lights and laid behind you with her arms wrapped around your body.
Praises were filling the room, soft hands now focused on your skin as they caressed every inch of it. She made sure to kiss every part of your face as your eyelids felt heavy. And maybe you should’ve asked about your state but the feeling was amazing, not a worry left in your body.
(—)
The morning came way too soon. Your body slowly reacting as the soreness settled down on your bones. You whimpered, looking around as your brain started to wake up.
You barely remembered falling asleep but the sensation was still tingling inside of you. Your wife’s body was wrapped around you and you turned to kiss her lips. She opened her eyes a few seconds later, smiling at you.
“Hey, moya lyubov’. How are you feeling?” raspy voice filled the air, bringing the memory of her filling you up last night as she grunted. You sighed.
“Amazing” your dreamy tone didn’t go unnoticed and Wanda pulled you closer, careful of not hurting you anymore “We should do it again, totally worth it”
She chuckled “Was it now?” you hummed and she kissed your naked shoulder “We will, just not today. How’s your mind feeling?” you furrowed your brows “It’s okay, malysh. I know last night was a lot”
“No, yeah” you said playing with her hair “It was a little strange at first” she hummed and waited for you to continue “At some point, the world quieted down. I don’t know how to explain it”
“Good, that was the whole point” she pecked your lips once again and rolled on her side to grab the phone “We will have breakfast first and then we will talk about everything okay? We are not leaving the room today”
“Yes ma’am” you saluted her and she caressed your cheeks.
“Thank you for trusting me, malysh” your smile widened and you kissed her jawline.
“Thank you for not letting me fall”
And your wife ordered breakfast, gave you a nice and long bath and never dared to leave your side. The honeymoon started with you fearing it could be the end of everything just for you to end up learning and unlocking a new side of your life. A door you were always curious about but never dared to touch until your wife proposed it.
The last four days were almost the same and you almost wished you didn’t have to leave paradise. But at the same time, you were happy to be wherever with your wife.
A/n: Here’s part one! This can be read as a stand alone though <3
Pairings: MBF!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: smut, mommy kink, age gap, punishment, inspection, strap on sex, spanking, and I think that’s it let me know if I forgot anything.
Wanda comes to look after you while your mom is on a work trip. Unfortunately, you broke a rule.
Your mom is on a business trip and naturally, Wanda came over to “keep you company.” Your mom is so oblivious, she just thinks Wanda is being a kind. And she is, sort of…
Ever since that first time with Wanda you couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was like a drug and it made you a needy mess. The main problem, though. Was that the older woman had some rules. And one of them being not to touch yourself without mommy. So you were nervous when she came over, hoping she wouldn’t notice you had already cummed today.
“Hi babygirl.” The brunette said as she sat her bag down and gave you a hug before kissing you passionately.
“Hi mommy.” You smile innocently. It really sucks how bad you are at keeping secrets. And Wanda knew right away something was off, but she wanted to toy with you a little bit.
“Something the matter, bunny?” She asked.
“No mommy, everything’s okay.” You reassured her, playing with the hem of your white dress.
She nodded slowly before heading into the kitchen.
A few moments later the older woman was sat in the living room and called you to her. You walked into the room, “yes mommy?”
“Come here, babygirl. Mommy needs to check something.” She patted her lap.
Oh no.
Of course, it was obvious you had gotten yourself off if she were to check. But you didn’t want to seem suspicious so you sat on her lap. You noticed a hardness underneath you.
Wanda chuckled softly, “I told you I’d bring a new toy, baby. Now listen. You know mommy has a rule to not touch yourself without me. So, to make sure you are following the rules mommy’s gonna check your little pussy to see if you’ve been obeying. Understand?” You nodded, biting your lip as her hands wandered under your dress and inside your panties. You whimpered as she felt around, and oh, she knew. Of course she wasn’t expecting you to behave, she knew you had a little disobedience in you. And that made it all the more fun.
The brunette removed her hand and looked at you with a knowing expression, “you’ve been touching yourself.”
“I- um- maybe?” You tried pathetically.
“Mm bad girl. And just to think mommy was gonna let you have her special toy…” the thought of not having her made you practically wanna die.
“P-please mommy I’ll do anything! I’m sorry!” Tears started to spring in your eyes as you pleaded.
“Hmm…well I’ll have to punish you.” Suddenly she grabbed you and bent you over her knee, pulling your dress up, along with your panties to expose your bare cheeks. “Count.” She commanded as she spanked you.
“O-one…”
Slap
“T-two..”
Slap
“Three..”
This went on for 12 more times before your ass was tainted red and the older woman soothingly rubbed it. “That’s a good girl, took your punishment so well…you think you’re ready for mommy’s special toy?” You nodded eagerly and she chuckled, having you kneel down on the floor and unbuckling her pants to reveal a large, red strap on. You licked your lips at the sight.
“Get mommy’s toy nice and wet bunny…” she commanded and you quickly got to work, spitting and suckling on the tip before sinking your mouth down onto it, making yourself gag. Wanda enjoyed every minute of it, watching you desperately try to please her. Once the toy was all sloppy she pulled you up from your kneeling position.
“Ride mommy.” She whispered against your lips. You quickly pulled your panties and dress off before sinking down onto her cock, moaning at the stretch. “Oh mommy!” You moaned as you began to bounce up and down.
“That’s a good girl, such a good little bunny.” She reached down to rub your clit, giving you more stimulation. You threw your head back and braced your hands on Wanda’s shoulders as you rode her.
The room was filled with skin slapping against skin and your moans. The brunette grabbed your hair and pulled you down towards her to smash her lips against yours. The two of you made out passionately as you desperately tried to reach your finish.
“Mmm go ahead babygirl. Cum for mommy…” you didn’t need to be told twice as you cried out, clenching around the fake cock, your juices dripping down the length.
“Oh yeah, such a good girl.” Wanda praised, giving your ass a slap causing you to whimper.
Of course, this wasn’t going to be the last time you misbehaved…
Summary: After a long, exhausting day, all you want is to unwind in your girlfriend's arms.
word count: 1.9K
tags l content: established relationship, smut, breeding kink, mommy kink, cockwarming, breastfeeding, induced lactation, sub reader, Wanda has a cock, abandoned movie lol.
A/N: I'm excited and nervous to post this lol, it's just a short drabble. I hope you guys enjoy!
The day had drained you completely. Endless lectures, overwhelming assignments—your mind felt like it was on the verge of shutting down. As you stepped into your apartment, the familiar scent of home instantly soothed you—a mix of fresh linen, vanilla, and something distinctly Wanda. With a deep sigh, you dropped your backpack by the door, kicking off your shoes without caring where they landed.
All you wanted—no, all you needed—was to unwind. Just you, Wanda, and a movie. That was your simple request.
As you made your way into the bedroom, Wanda lay sprawled on the bed, a steaming cup of tea cradled in her hands, her crimson-painted nails tapping idly against the ceramic. A book rested open in her lap, though she seemed more focused on the warmth seeping through her fingers than on the words before her. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed her in warm light, making her look almost ethereal.
"Hi, my love," she murmured, her voice like a gentle caress.
Just hearing those words made something in your chest loosen. The tension that had gripped you all day dissipated, if only for a moment. You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding and walked over to the bed, practically collapsing onto it.
Wanda shut her book, setting it aside as she turned toward you, concern flickering in her eyes.
"Long day?"
You groaned, pressing your face into the pillows. "The longest. I don’t want to think, don’t want to talk about assignments, and definitely don’t want to see another professor’s face for at least a week." You rolled onto your side, gazing up at her.
"I just need to watch a movie. I need to turn my brain off, cuddle under the blankets, and just exist for a while. That’s all I want."
Understanding flashed across her face, and without hesitation, she nodded. "Okay, baby. That sounds perfect."
She reached for the remote, shifting closer to you. "What do you want to watch?"
Your lips curved into a small smile as you answered without hesitation. "Rom-com."
Wanda chuckled, shaking her head fondly. "I should've guessed."
"You should've," you teased, nudging her arm. "They're the best. They’re funny, they’re sweet, and they make everything feel a little bit lighter."
With an amused sigh, Wanda scrolled through Netflix, already knowing you wouldn’t settle for anything else. "Alright, one predictable, overly romantic, cliché-filled movie coming right up."
"Masterpiece," you corrected, grinning as you reached for her.
Before you could say anything else, Wanda set the remote down and gently pulled you into her arms, shifting you so you rested against her front, nestled between her legs. The warmth of her body instantly soothed you as she wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you close.
"Are you comfortable?" she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. You hummed in response, melting further into her embrace. The movie played on and she continued to caress you, her hands slowly making their way under your shirt.
"Wanda" you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, baby?" she asked, before nipping at your neck, her teeth grazing your skin.
“We’re supposed to be relaxing,” you mumbled. She chuckled softly, her breath warm against your ear.
“This is relaxing, no?” You let out a shaky breath, nodding as you surrendered to her touch, letting the movie fade into the background. She continued to explore your body, her fingers trailing along your stomach and then up your ribs, teasing the underside of your breasts. You let out a quiet whimper, arching into her touch.
"So responsive for me," Wanda whispered, her voice low and husky. her slender fingers eventually made their way into your shorts, slowly dipping into your folds. She let out a groan at the wetness she found there, her fingers parting your folds and sliding into your entrance.
"Fuck, baby," she breathed, her voice thick with arousal. "You’re so wet."
She began pumping her fingers slowly, eliciting a moan from you. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction. But then suddenly, it stopped, and a whimper escaped your lips. You opened your eyes to see her smirking at you, a playful glint in her eyes.
"What happened to relaxing?" she teased as she removed her hand from your shorts and brought her fingers up to her mouth, sucking them clean. The sight made you shudder, and you could feel the heat building between your legs.
"I- I am relaxed," you managed to stutter out.
"Mmhmm," Wanda hummed, her lips curving into a smirk. "Let's see if we can help you relax a little more, shall we?" her cock pressed against your back and she ground herself into you, making sure that you could feel how hard she was.
"Yes please," you breathed, squirming slightly as she continued to tease you.
"but we need to focus on the movie" she reminded you as she trailed her hands up and down your body.
"It's hard to focus on the movie when you're touching me like that," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
Wanda's chuckle was playful, "Maybe we can multitask," she suggested, her breath hot against your ear. "We can watch the movie, and I can... help you relax at the same time."
"I think that can be arranged," you breathed
"Shhh” she murmured as she pulled your shorts down as well as her own.
"warm up my cock, hm?" A groan escaped your lips as she guided her tip to your cunt, your wet folds allowing her to push right in. The feeling of her stretching you open was almost too much, and you felt yourself trembling against her. She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you flush against her chest as the movie continued to play in the background.
Wanda made sure to keep a steady pace of small, shallow thrusts, just enough to tease you without being too distracting. Every so often, she would buck her hips, eliciting a soft moan from you as her cock hit that perfect spot inside you.
"You're doing such a good job, keeping mommy's cock nice and warm." Your response was immediate, a whimper escaping your lips as your hips rocked back into hers, driven by a primal need to be closer, to be filled completely.
"Please, Mommy," you whispered, your voice a faint, desperate plea that lingered in the air as you rested your head back against her shoulder.
"I want you to breed me." As soon as the words left your lips, Wanda's entire demeanor changed. Her eyes, which had been gleaming with a mixture of desire and playfulness, suddenly burned with an intense urgency. She pulled you closer, her arms wrapping tightly around you as she deepened her thrusts.
Her movements became more frantic, more desperate, as if she was driven by a singular focus to give you what you wanted. The air was filled with the sound of her ragged breathing, her gasps and moans mingling with the creaks and groans of the bed as she pushed up against you with increasing intensity.
The movie, which had been playing in the background, was forgotten, the sounds and images on the screen fading into insignificance as Wanda's actions became the sole focus of your attention. You felt yourself getting lost in the sensation of her body moving against yours, the friction and heat building as she drove herself deeper and deeper into you.
Wanda's hands were everywhere, grasping and clutching at your skin as if she was trying to pull you closer, to merge your bodies into one. Her lips were on your neck, your shoulder, your ear, her breath hot and urgent.
As her movements continued, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your breath came in short, sharp gasps.
"That's it, baby," she whispered. "Take mommy's cock. Take it all." Her hands reached up and cupped your breasts, her thumbs brushing over your nipples. Her fingers lightly pinched, sending a spark of pleasure through your body. You moaned, a soft, breathy sound, as your hips instinctively bucked back into hers.
You were on the verge of losing control, and you knew it.
"I'm going to—" you whispered, your voice barely audible as the sensations overwhelmed you. The words trailed off, lost in the tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume you.
"Cum, baby," Wanda grunted. "Cum all over my cock. I'm going to fill you up." As she spoke, her body tensed, and you felt her release inside you, a warm, gentle flood that seemed to never end. She didn’t stop her movements, instead increasing them to ensure you took every drop of her seed.
You cried out, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Wanda held you close, her thrusts slowing as you came down from your high and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the two of you panting, struggling to catch your breath.
"Ohh, my love, you were perfect," she whispered, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck as she pressed soft, gentle kisses. With a gentle movement, she shifted your body, turning you around to face her, her cock still nestled deep within you— exactly where you both loved it to be. As she held you, you whimpered a little, your body squirming subtly to press against hers more intimately.
Wanda's arms tightened around you, holding you close, the steady rise and fall of her breath soothed you. Your body felt heavy with exhaustion, a weariness settling in as you melted against her.
“Sleepy, baby?” Wanda murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from your damp forehead.
A small hum left your lips as you shifted slightly, seeking more of her comfort.
“Mama…” you breathed, half-asleep but still aware enough to know what you wanted.
“I’m here, my love,” she reassured you, tucking you even closer. “What do you need?”
Your fingers curled against her skin as you whispered,
“Milky.”
Wanda’s chest rose with a quiet chuckle, her amusement laced with tenderness.
“Oh, my sweet girl,” she murmured, adjusting her position so she could take off her shirt. She bared the soft curves of her breasts to you, her warmth and scent enveloping you in familiar safety. Her hands guided your head back to her chest, where the sweet aroma of her milk mingled with the lingering notes of vanilla that were uniquely hers.
As you latched on, the steady, pulsing rhythm of her heartbeat filled your ears, lulling you further into the depths of relaxation. Wanda’s fingers twisted through your hair, scratching your head absentmindedly.
“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Just relax, I’ve got you.”
The gentle pull of warmth, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath, the way her arms held you so securely—it was all you needed.
The weight of the day faded, the last remnants of tension melting away as your body sank fully into her embrace. She shifted slightly, her fingers gently brushing against the corner of your mouth to wipe away a stray drop of milk that had lingered there. And with a gentle motion, she wrapped the blankets more securely around you both. Even as she started to drift off, she was aware of your tight walls still wrapped around her cock.
"Sweet dreams, my love," she whispered, her voice barely a breath, as the warmth of her heartbeat pressed against your cheek. You felt her hold you just a little tighter.
-She'd definitely already be aware you're up to something by the way you were acting this morning. Snappy remarks, pushing her, leaving things out on purpose.
-It was just a matter of waiting for her to cave and break you. Though she would not give in to your tactics so easily. She was playing the long game.
-Which is why she did not bat an eye when you were all over her seconds later. Begging for her to forgive you and touch you.
-Of course, who is she to deny you? Oh, she'd touch you alright. But not in the way you expected.
-She pulled you over her lap. "Oh honey... You're dripping for me, slut." She cooed, her fingers grazing your wetness.
-Just when she was finally about to reach your clit, she removed her fingers. You cried in protest, but she just smirked at how deprecate you were.
-Her hand roughly smacked your ass, you yelped in reponse. Trying to wiggle away from her cold hands. "Didn't think I'd let you off so easy huh? Mommy can't just have her girl being a brat and get away with it punishment-free, now can she?" Wanda spoke, her hand holding your face.
Part One ✒ Summary: Tension builds when Wanda and Y/N, who hate each other, are sent on a mission with Y/N's best friend. Natasha, and her wife Maria. The mission doesn't exactly go to plan.
Part Two ✒ Summary: New experiences provide clarity and confusion as you begin your training with Wanda.
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Summary: Wanda had a rough day at work and she needed an outlet. Luckily, she has her stepdaughter ready to be tied up and ready to be used.
A/N: this is.... dirty. so dirty, its almost nasty
You were laying on the bed, spread eagle, hands and ankles tied, and with your stepmom digging through the drawers beside you. She was ranting on and on about work and how someone names Joseph was being a bitch or whatever. All you knew was that you were about to be in for being used. You were fine with that though. Wanda held up a double ended dildo. "Found it!" She exclaimed. She walked over to you, holding it out. "Oh baby, we don't even need foreplay. I haven't done anything and you're already soaked." She held up the dlido and started sinking it into you. It was huge. Like, huge. As you were gonna protest, you heard "one sound and you don't come."
It was only halfway in when your tummy started to show a bulge. You didn't moan or scream. You just layed there, biting your lip so hard you drew blood. Finally, your side was all the way in. Wanda then grabbed two clit suctions. There was two controls, which Wanda loved. Wanda started to sink down on her side of the cock, which pushed yours deeper inside of you. Wanda descended all the way down on her side, moaning when she saw the bulge in both your tummys.
Then she turned on the suctions. Her's was set to medium, a level that would bring you to an exceptable amount of pleasure. She grabbed your remote and turned it to the highest setting, which was known to have woman coming in two minutes. It was made for overstimulation. "You can talk now, maylsh. Let's see how you do." Then she fastened the suction onto her own clit, moaning a little at the feeling. She fastened it onto your clit and you screamed from the pleasure. "Oh my god! Holy shit!"
Wanda felt as though she needed more, so she began to bounce on the cock. It was hitting your g-spot with every bounce. "Oh my god! Fuck! Mommy! Mommy! I'm cumming oh my god!" You came with a scream. It happened like that 4 more times and Wanda still hadn't came yet. You had come five times already and was yanking at the restraints so you could pull the clit suction off because it was starting to hurt.
Wanda was tired and ready to come so she decided to do something to make you both come. Wanda turned her suction up to high. Then she pulled the cock all the way out of both of you, lined it with both of your folds, and slammed down. You both came at the same time. You screaming, "MOMMY!" and Wanda moaning loudly. "Good girl. Such a good girl. Sweet girl, you did so good for Mommy. I'm so proud of you. Now, let's go shower." She said, standing up and walking with ease. You, on the other hand, stood up and immediately collapsed. "Mommy?" "Yes, detka?" "Help?" She laughed and said "Of course, pretty girl. Anything for you."
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