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Three of Thirty-One
Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader
Prompt: "grab the headboard for me, will you?”
Summary: wanda loves to spoil you, and sometimes that means leaving you a quivering, sweaty mess. of course, sometimes you have to repay the favor.
Warnings: smut, sex, sex toys/vibrator/strap-on, overstimulation,oral sex, dom!wanda, dom/sub vibes.
Word Count: 1,228
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“Jesus… fuck, Wanda!”
Your hips rose off the mattress, jerking under her mouth as you came. Her hands gripped tightly at your thighs, forcing you back down against the bed as her tongue continued to work you undone. You had one hand tangled in her hair, the other grasping blindly at the sheets beneath you, your eyes rolling back. She didn’t stop until your whole body was twitching, your legs falling slack on either side of her.
Wanda smirked up at you as she pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of your hand. She climbed up your body slowly, smiling cockily down at you as you struggled to catch your breath. Her hair fell around your face like a curtain, enclosing the two of you in your own private world, and you giggled breathlessly.
“You’re far too pleased with yourself right now.”
Her smirk widened, and she walked two fingers up over your thigh until you jerked under her touch, over-sensitized.
“Really? I thought I’d earned this sense of pride I was feeling,” she teased, leaning down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on her lips, her tongue, and you wrapped your arms around her neck as she kissed the breath from your lungs. Wanda’s hand slid down your chest to cup your breast, her thumb brushing over your nipple. She bit your lip when you moaned in response, pulling back and tucking her hair behind her ear. “I guess I’ll have to keep trying then, won’t I, darling?”
Wanda leaned over to reach for the beside table drawer, smiling deviously as she pulled out the strap. You sighed as you watched her put it on, pressing your thighs together against the new surge of arousal despite the way your body was still shaking from your last orgasm. “Baby, I don’t think I can handle another round.”
“You will,” she said playfully, tightening the harness against her thigh. She reached forward, trailing her fingers down your stomach to touch two of them to your clit. You moaned, hips bucking under her hand. “You brought this on yourself, draga mea.”
“Well, then I’m an idiot,” you joked breathlessly. Wanda slid her fingers against you for a moment longer before pulling her hand away. She stroked the strap’s dildo slowly, slickening it with your cum, the slightest, cocky curve to her lips.
“Take this,” she pressed the controller for the vibrator attached to the harness into your hand, tossing her hair back over her shoulders. “Now, sweetness, roll over and grab the headboard for me, will you?”
Excitement coiled in your belly as you did as she asked, rolling onto your knees and grasping at the wood, the controller still tucked into your palm.
“Good girl.”
She pressed the strap against your cunt, a hand trailing up your spine, and you whined, eyes closing. She pulled your hair back over one shoulder, ghosting her fingertips over the back of your neck before her hand moved down to your hip. Wanda slid the dildo against you a few times, teasing your clit with each push of her hips before she thrust into you, hard.
You grunted a moan as she filled you, your hands tightening on the headboard. “Fuck!”
“You’ve got a filthy mouth, draga mea.” Wanda murmured, sighing happily as you turned the controller on and the quiet buzz of the vibrator sounded between her legs. “I love it.”
She fucked you roughly, nails digging into your hips as she pounded the strap into you. Cursing, your eyes squeezed shut, your thighs shook as your already over-sensitive cunt tightened around the toy. The bed groaned with the movement, your fingers the only thing stopping the headboard from hitting the wall behind it. You used your grip on it to leverage yourself, pushing your hips back against hers each time they slammed forward.
Every breath left you in a moan, and Wanda’s voice joined yours as you turned up the intensity on the vibrator. Your back arched as Wanda’s hands tightening on your hips, your nipples grazing the pillow beneath you with every thrust. Her hand slipped around to roll your fingers over your clit, and you came, voice hoarse and straining, hands slipping from the headboard as your face met the pillow.
“God—fuck, Wanda!” your voice was muffled by the pillow, your hips shuddering as her hand continued its almost frenzied ministrations over your clit. She thrust into you just as quickly, and you reached back with one hand to clutch at her thigh, fingers catching in the harness. It encouraged her deeper into you, and she snickered as your breath caught. You felt her hand on your shoulder, felt her breasts brush against your back as she leaned over you. She pressed a kiss to your spine before taking hold of your hair and pulling hard, forcing you back up onto your hands with a whine.
You arched your back, her hand still keeping its firm grip in your hair as she pounded into you, your eyes half-closed and rolling back in your head. Your jaw was almost slack as you moaned, the sound catching each time her hips met your ass.
“Wanda, I can’t…”
“Not yet, sweetness.” she muttered through gritted teeth. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Fumbling in the sheets as you felt your body shake as another orgasm followed the first… or, God, you’d lost count… your fingers closed around the vibrator’s controller. Your arms and legs gave out from under you, and you collapsed on the bed with a cry as you came again; Wanda didn’t stop, lifting your hips and holding you in place. Your head was swimming, any thought in it overrun by the way your body was buzzing, your vision blurring.
You ran your thumb over the dial on the controller, pushing the setting up to maximum. The buzz between her thighs immediately rose, and Wanda swore, her hips managing a few more frantic thrusts before she collapsed against your back, the strap sliding out of your quivering, soaking cunt.
She rode out her orgasm on top of you, hand leaving your clit to grasp at her breast, her moan loud and drawn out in your ear. Your body twitched under hers, her hand on your waist and the feeling of her hips rolling against you as she ground against the vibrator making you shake. Wanda’s head fell against your shoulder, her lips parted against your skin, her teeth grazing your back.
It wasn’t until her breathing was ragged and you body was burning with the contact that you finally switched it off, and Wanda fell slack against you, an almost delirious laugh sounding in your ear. She rolled off of you, and you turned your head to smile at her, worn and sleepy.
“That was a cheap trick, Y/N.” she said with an amused smirk, touching the back of her fingers to your shoulder. Her smile widened as you jerked under her touch.
“I’d apologize, but I think you’ve managed to disconnect my brain from my limbs,” you whispered, taking a shuddering breath, your eyelids drooping. “So, I’d say we’re about even.”
Wanda leaned over, her nose bumping against yours for a moment before she caught your lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. “Better rest, darling. I’m going to want another round with you before dinner.”
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