Naughty Consequences
The Reader takes a peek at what Wardlow ordered for her Christmas present. She can’t resist trying it out, and suffers pleasurable consequences.
Pairing: Wardlow x Reader
Warnings/Promises: fluff, use of toy, SMUT, oral (female receiving), implied further smut
Word Count: 2390
Note: I forgot I was planning a whole “Christmas Toys” series this year and started a different holiday collection. But I wrote this back in October and still wanted to share it with you guys. Let me know how you enjoyed it with comments and reblogs! Happy reading <3
The easier thing would have been to leave the package on the kitchen counter. It had Wardlow’s name on it. Something he had ordered online. But he’d forgotten to log out of your account and into his when he ordered it. So you knew about it a week ago.
At least the packaging was discreet.
You kept eyeing the little grey shipping pouch as you went through the rest of the mail.
Had he really ordered a purple one? Or was that just the picture they used for all the shipments?
You shook your head. You would just have to wait till Christmas to find out. Would he wrap it up, or use it as a stocking stuffer? Heh. Stuffer.
The package was in your hand and opened before you could talk yourself out of it. The little plastic sleeve it came in only took another second.
As you went through the steps of cleaning it thoroughly your breath quickened. The wire interior was strong. The ribbed, silicone exterior was, indeed, purple. You’d seen the reviews when you looked up the item in the “recently ordered” tab. Some of them said it wasn’t strong enough to hold someone open on its own. You bent the V-shaped wire like the picture, giving the wire two short prongs to stay outside your body. They would hold back your labia, putting your whole pussy on display. You squeezed your thighs together. In your hand, it felt plenty strong to hold you open.
The toy, a labia spreader, was supposed to help him stuff you. Not that he ever needed help in that department. Your mind swirled with the possibilities. How was he going to use it on you?
Maybe you should clean it for him. So it would be ready to go when he gave it to you.
You glanced at your phone. Wardlow wouldn’t be home for a while.
You could test it out and clean it quick. He’d never know.
There were other things to worry about. Like the ripped open silver package, and the little plastic sleeve that couldn’t be reclosed. But you weren’t thinking about all that.
You were unsure how long (deep?) it needed it to be. Bringing out another one of the toys Wardlow liked to use on you (a vibrating dildo with a base that was designed to sit flat against you once the length was inserted), you used it to “measure” the bend.
Laying back on the bed, you were plenty wet for the toy. The anticipation had been more than enough. You dragged the bend, the ridges, and every inch of the toy through your slick before trying to insert the toy. It took a few tries. The wire wasn’t wide; you hadn’t bent it too wide for your first try. It took short pumps, and a few twists to get it settled. The prongs took some positioning to hold you open.
You immediately loved the sensation.
Panic set in as you heard the garage door open.
Wardlow was home early.
There was no time to clean the toy, certainly. Maybe it would be easier to just keep the toy in and hide the packaging? But as you stood, you realized how difficult it would be to walk.
“Baby, you home?”
You fumbled to tug on some of Wardlow’s sweatpants. In the back of your head, you wondered what wearing this toy with jeans or leggings would feel like. Probably delightful torture.
“I’m home. I’ll be… be there in a second.” Groaning and cursing your curious nature, you hurried to the kitchen.
Wardlow hugged you close, oblivious to your plight. “Surprise.” He kissed your forehead. “My trainer wanted to leave early to finish up some of his Christmas shopping.”
“Tis the season,” you managed.
He frowned. “You feelin’ okay?”
“Mhmm. I was, um, just finished vacuuming the back room. It had been a minute. Now we can… um. Now you should be able to move in those bookcases before your parents come to visit.”
He snapped, remembering the honey-do-list. “Right. I’ll do that first thing tomorrow.”
“Good to know.”
It felt like you were leaking down your leg. You hurried to make yourself a glass of water.
“Baby? You seem… kinda breathless.”
You nodded, sipping instead of chugging the water like you wanted to. “Must have worked too quick. And I left the heat on a little high. Oops. Did you want something to drink?”
Wardlow’s brows scrunched as he watched you fluster around the kitchen. “No. I’m good.” He leaned against the counter. By his elbow was the opened package.
You did your best to look everywhere but at the ripped plastic. You turned towards the living room, hoping to draw him away from the evidence. You missed him looking right at it, and then at you.
“Why are you walking around like that?”
“Like what?” You froze, trying not to hump the air.
“With your legs open like that. And that arch.” Wardlow bullied into your space until you were backed into the wall. His voice took on a teasing lilt. “Did you break into your Christmas present early?”
Each passing second made you want to squeeze your legs together, but the toy wouldn’t let you. “No. Of course not. You haven’t broken into any of yours, have you?”
He shook his head. His hands massaged down your arms to your hips. Giving them a squeeze, he tilted his head, trying to look you in the eye. He pressed his cheek to yours, kissing behind your ear. “Your cheeks are kinda warm. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”
“Mhmm.” You gasped as he kicked your feet a little wider. “I was… was, was thinking about baking some cookies. Would you like a sweet treat?”
It was a poor choice of words. You knew you had been caught since the minute he came home. But he took one last lingering gaze up and down your body before reaching for your heat, sliding past the waistband of his borrowed sweatpants. His fingers ran up over your slick, catching your clit sudden enough to topple you forward into his chest.
“I would like a sweet treat.” Nuzzling your face to tilt it back and forth, he chuckled at your glassy look and continued to play with your clit. He batted your hands away from gripping his shirt. “Though, it seems to me, you wanted to be naughty instead of nice today.” Wardlow grinned down at you and licked his fingers into his mouth. You whined, imaging what his tongue would feel like with you spread out like this. “Still trying to hold onto your innocence? I thought I fucked that out of you a long time ago.”
“I’m sorry,” you babbled. “I got the email that it was coming in the mail and tried to forget about it, honest. But then it showed up today, and you were out, and-“
“Shhh.”
Reaching again for your slick, Wardlow pressed a kiss to your forehead. You whimpered.
“Do you like it?”
“Mhmm.” You eagerly shook your head, openly panting now.
“The reviews said you could use it to hold someone open for trying out bigger things. Let’s have a look.”
He lifted you, making you mewl as the elevation to his hips pressed the folded edges deeper into your spread labia. He sat you on the kitchen table and laid you back. You were suddenly thankful that you’d broken into your present before decorating there, or it would all be on the floor right now. You were also thankful for the thick kitchen curtains. He tugged his sweatpants off your body, whistling when he saw the mess that you were. An obscene squelching paired with your walls trying to clamp down on the toy.
“Hmm. Not as open as I thought you’d be.” He tossed one of your legs over his shoulder. As you pleaded with him and tried to push him away, Wardlow slowly eased the toy out of you. “Aw, Baby. I know I’ve stretched you more than this.” He held the toy up so you could see it. It was covered with your slick. And it kind of looked like it had closed a bit since you put it in. He noted your curious face. “I’ve always said that pussy of yours was strong. Poor little bendy toy couldn’t compete, could it?”
He held it in his palm. You watched the calculations spinning in his head as your hips bucked. With your leg still on his shoulder and his body in the way of bringing your other leg closed, you were even more open than before. He placed his thumbs on either side of the toy, as if preparing to break it like a wishbone. Gently, he widened the toy until it was a bit closer to the width of his girth.
“Much better.”
You cried out as he began to ease it back into your body. The short, quick pumps he used, along with an occasional twist, made your lungs tight. It was so much wider than you had managed the first time. When the bent bits finally pressed against you, Wardlow’s eyes drank up the way your tummy kept contracting, and how you leaked around the toy. He used his thumb to nestle the ends up and under your rolls.
He suddenly yanked you to your feet.
Whimpering, you scrambled to hang onto him before you fell over.
You couldn’t close your legs. They trembled, probably making you look like a baby deer. Wardlow’s hand on the small of your back furthered the curve of your spine. He kneeled behind you.
“Damn. I would take a picture, but,” he looked off towards the living room. He must have left all his stuff in there. “I don’t think I should let you go. You might topple over.” He guided you to bend across the kitchen table. He continued to make observations, mostly to himself instead of you. He pressed in two of his fingers between the prongs. “That’s wild. You’re so wet. Does it hurt at all?”
It took everything within you to focus on forming words instead of the shivering of your thighs. “No. Not in a way to worry ab- about.”
“Good.”
He dragged his fingers over your clit, surely more visible with the toy spreading you open. Held open as you were, there was plenty of room for two of his fingers to easily slide into your channel. He made delighted sounds as your walls tried to clamp down on him, but was held back by the toy. His observations continued to himself.
“So that’s what you look like when I’ve got you filled. Fun to know.” He suddenly flattened his tongue over you, making you claw at the tabletop. He chuckled against your mound. “You’re soaked. Just the way I like you.”
Your breath kept coming out in short bursts. If you tried to take a deeper one, the air caught in the top of your lungs, frozen in place by the sensation of Wardow’s fingers dragging and curling against every place he knew made your limbs like jello. With the toy in, he didn’t have to hold you open. This pleased him too. It left his hands free to squeeze and massage your sweet-zones. You began to whine.
He shushed you, flattening his tongue against you again before suckling on your clit. “I’ve got you. Come on. Show me how you can cum for me.”
His focus shifted to only your clit. The plea for his cock died on your lips. Your vision was fuzzy around the edges. Laid out over the table, your toes barely had enough purchase on the ground to hold your position. And definitely not enough to help you rock into his touch. It left you nowhere to go as your coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter. You trembled with release. The toy was there to contract on, but the wires were so thin it felt like you were clamping down on nothing. Faintly, you registered Wardlow’s pleased hum behind you. He continued to flick at your clit, making your body twitch.
“So that’s what it looks like when you cum on my cock.” He titled his head to kiss your hip. “Such a pretty sight.” He gave the prongs a tug. The toy didn’t budge.
You whimpered against the table.
“Still…” he grabbed your ass, spreading you further, “I still don’t think it’s enough. Maybe if I wanted you to wear it all day to keep you open and ready for me. Hmm. But it’s not easy for you to walk around in. ‘Specially when it’s this wide,” he laughed. “It’s not really something I can quickly take out of you. And it’s not like I’m going to be able to fit in there with it. Oh, well. It was worth a shot.”
Before you could mumble a defense, he began to work it out of you. The ridges of the toy pulled at your walls, catching your nerves and nearly making you arch off the table. Wardlow couldn’t resist rubbing the bend of it over your clit once he had it into the open. He wiped it on your thigh. Gently, he guided you to roll over to your back, resting your knees on his hips.
“There, see? This is how wide you really need to use it.” He held it in front of your face, just close enough to make your eyes cross. He chuckled. “Oh. Nothing left in that pretty head of yours, is there?”
You reached for him. “Need you. Please.”
He smiled. “Maybe a little bit of something left. Not gonna complain.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead. His hands smoothed up your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. “You still need more? Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you can’t even think the word ‘please’ here in a minute.”
You don’t know where the toy ended up. You couldn’t care less. Wardlow lifted you up, making sure your head was resting on his shoulder. It made him laugh when your hips rolled towards him. He carried you to the bedroom to discover for himself how much the toy had stretched you out… and to reintroduce to you how much he could stretch you.
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Masterlist
Other Wardlow Fics:
A Not-So-Subtle Start (S)
All the Better (S)
Cold Hands, Warm Heart (F, S)
Other Holiday Fics:
Warm Me Up (AR, S, Virgin Reader x Elias)
Plus One (F, TransMale!Reader x WWE!Buddy Murphy)
Eight Miracles With You (S, Hanukkah fic, Reader x MJF)
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Midnight Vibrations (New Years, S, Reader x Dick Grayson)
The Kissing Thief (S, Reader x Dick Grayson)
A Party for Two (S, Holiday Party, Wife!Reader x Bruce Wayne)
Maybe One Day (Complete Series, S, Red Hood x Nurse!OC)
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Bound and Blinded Together (S,A,F, Christmas Light Bondage, Reader x Castiel)
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Tumbling Together (S, Ice Skating, Reader x Tim McGee [NCIS])
For Funzies:
WWE/Marvel Crossover: Almost Real (Birthday fic)
