𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚
⊹ ࣪ ˖ switch!emo!wanda x switch!fem!reader
word count ~ 1.7k
summary: wanda maximoff doesn’t submit easily, but when she does, she cries the prettiest tears.
authors note: guys, this one is nasty so pls pls read the warnings below! this may be different than what some of you had in mind when i mentioned a switch fic, but i couldn’t resist writing this type of dynamic. i’ve had it running through my mind the past couple of months. hope you enjoy! mwah <3 this is not proofread.
content warnings: switch!wanda, switch!reader, a true battle for dominance, wanda’s kinda a brat but that’s canon, kissing, biting, hair pulling, face slapping, spanking, spitting, grinding, face sitting, cunnilingus, dacryphilia, breath play, degradation, some praise, super brief aftercare cause wanda is insatiable
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there’s nothing gentle about sex with wanda when you want to switch. you happily submitted to her more times than not, but when you did want your way, you had to fight for it. secretly, that was one of the things you loved most about her. her level of tenacity was truly unmatched.
your fingers have been roughly pumping into out her for several minutes. the sticky sounds of her arousal coupling with the sound of sloppy kisses and teeth clacking together. she has you pinned agaisnt the wall, one of her hands gripping the wrist of your hand that was pistoning in and out of her, and the other was wrapped firmly around your throat.
your teeth sink into her bottom lip, biting hard enough to almost draw blood. wanda moans, her fingers flexing around your neck. she pulls away, her eyes nearly black with need. her lips are red and swollen, her black eye makeup beginning to smudge from the heat of the room. you can see her resolve beginning to crack. no one else would be able to tell but you, but after a year or so of learning each other, you know when she’s starting to bend. she lifts her hand from your wrist, her palm connecting with your cheek. you don’t let it phase you. your hand that was holding her hip reaches up to grip her jaw harshly, her cheeks caving in with the pressure.
“i know that look.” you rasp, your fingers abandoning her wet hole for now. you use this opportunity to walk her backwards towards the bed. her feet shuffle reluctantly, your force doing most of the work.
“you want this.” you murmur, one hand grasping her hip until her legs hit the foot of the bed.
she laughs once without humor. “i don—“ she begins. you cut her off when your palm connects with her cheek. your hand finds a fist full of hair at the back of her head. you pull, forcing her neck to crane back.
“don’t fucking lie to me.” you seethe, releasing the hold on her hair before pushing her back onto the bed by her shoulders. she gasps breathlessly and before she can properly sit up to make some bratty remark, you’re climbing over her.
“‘m gonna ride that pretty face till you’re crying for me.” as your crawl over her body, wanda stops you, holding you in place before you can reach your destination.
“don’t forget your place, mala ptico.” her accent bleeds into her words. her fingers are digging into your waist hard enough that you’re sure it’ll leave marks.
“i know my place.” you bite back, trying to squirm out from her grasp.
“do you?” she slaps your ass, the sound it made just as harsh as the feeling. she’s still not giving in.
“yes.” you say firmly, your hands prying her fingers from where they dug into your skin. you push yourself up until you’re sitting up and then scoot until your knees are on either side of her head. “with you beneath me and your pathetic whining face between my legs.”
“stick out your tongue.” you command, hovering just above her face.
“you’re playing a dangerous game.” she warns. her eyes are dancing with something you can’t quite place. you want to wipe that smug look off her face.
you will.
“stick out your tongue. now.” you command, more firmly this time. she’s slow to obey, but eventually you see her tongue snake out, flat and ready for you to sit on.
your body has been buzzing with need for longer than you care to admit.. you’ve been dripping this whole time, so when you finally lower onto wanda’s tongue, you can’t help but sigh in relief, your eyes closing on their own accord.
her tongue slides firmly through your folds, hot and wet. it becomes hard to focus for a second. you look down at wanda, her eyes a sea of dark amusement. she can tell your focus is slipping. it makes you double down.
one of your hands finds her hair again, grabbing a handful at her scalp. you don’t pull yet, but your grasp is firm enough that she feels it regardless. you start to roll your hips, building a slow rhythm that doesn’t quite match the pace of her tongue.
“slower.” you tighten your hold on her hair. she doesn’t listen.
you exhale sharply, gritting your teeth as your other hand comes down to pinch her nose shut. you settle more firmly against her face, making sure you’re cutting off her air supply. her eyes widen slightly—surprised, maybe.
you count the seconds in your head, reaching 40 before her hands coming up to grasp onto your thighs. the look on her face is more desperate now, her eyebrows pulling together. you lift your hips for a few seconds, wanda gasping for air the moment she has the ability to.
“that’s it, baby. breathe. you’re gonna need it.” your fingernails scratch against her scalp before you’re sitting on her face again, resuming the slow rhythm you had built before. you don’t release your pinched finger from her nose.
this time, her tongue does glide slowly against you. it’s perfect. the hot muscle bumping against your clit each time you roll your hips forward. you remove your fingers from the bridge of her nose, allowing yourself to roll further forward so you can rub against that cute button nose of hers.
she grabs onto the fleshy parts of your thighs and ass, squeezing harshly when she needs air. you don’t ever sit up long enough to give her the proper amount of oxygen.
you moan, your hips rolling faster now. her tongue slips in and out of your cunt, her nose bumping agaisnt your clit each time you move forward. you can hear how wet you’ve become, the mixture of your arousal and wanda’s spit causing obscene slurping noises to echo off the walls.
“fuck, look at you.” your thumb carefully wipes away a tear that sits just below her lower lash line. her eyes are wide with that desperate, fucked out look that you love. her black eyeliner is thoroughly smudged now, making the green in her eyes stand out even more. she’s moaning into your pussy, the vibrations a pleasant addition to the way her tongue moved along your slit.
you move your hips in tandem with her movements. as you speed up, so does she. she begins whimpering and whining, more tears welling up in her eyes as you deprive her of oxygen, giving her just enough so she won’t pass out. not until you’re done with her.
“you’re okay, baby. you’re exactly where you need to be.” you pant, the words breathless as you begin to chase your high. she tries to speak, but it’s completely garbled since her mouth is muffled by your dripping cunt.
“fuck, wanda! i’m getting close.” you begin to drive your hips more firmly against her face. your hips roll at a different angle, making it harder for her to breath once more. her whines become higher in pitch. her tongue laps eagerly along your slit, her nose glistening with your arousal. you can’t look away from her face, now pink and tear stained.
your hand tightens in her hair and you reach forward with your free one to grab onto the headboard for support. you’re close. you can feel the pressure building, your body positively humming with pleasure.
“mhmmm, yeah. like that. such a good girl,” you praise, more moans bleeding into your words. her eyes roll back into her head, the sounds of slurping and muffled moans driving you to your peak. the coil snaps violently, your mouth falling open with a silent scream as your hips roll with each wave that passes over your body. wanda moans through it all, the vibrations almost making it overstimulating.
you rise onto your knees when it all becomes too much, but wanda is quick to pull you back down, making a small noise when she’s tasting you again. she exhales through her nose as she takes your clit into her mouth. you mean to scold her, but when you look down, her eyes are all desperate and pleading.
“wands—it’s too much. come on. i know, i know.” you try to soothe as you pry her hands from your hips, lifting yourself off her face again. she’s breathless, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
“i know, baby. you did so good. c’mere.” you maneuver your body so you’re laying next to her. you drape her leg over yours, your arm wrapping around her torso to pull her close. she’s quick to grab your face in her hand to kiss you, her lips moving urgently against yours. you can taste yourself on her tongue.
you kiss her back more gently, a little breathless yourself from the orgasm you just had. you pull away, pushing gently against her shoulder.
“hold on just a second.” you breath out, smoothing some hair behind her ear.
“we’re not done yet.” she captures your lips with hers again, kissing you more firmly than before. in your vulnerable state, you feel your resolve beginning to crack now.
“wanda.” you mumble against her lips.
she pulls away, her ring adorned fingers pressing harshly into your cheeks now as she holds your face.
“we’re. not. done yet.” her voice is more firm now, a different edge to her eyes now. it’s a look you’re very familiar with. you swallow, your pussy throbbing at the way she’s gazing at you.
“open your mouth now, shlyukha.” you hesitate for a few beats before obeying. she spits, a combination of you arousal and her saliva hitting your tongue. she pushes against the bottom of your jaw, closing your mouth. “now swallow.” she commands. you do it automatically.
“you’re mine. moya mala shlyukha.” she says, her thumb brushing across your lips.
“it’s my turn.”
