[WandaNat] [Bold!Natasha Romanoff x Shy!Wanda Maximoff] [NSFW] [Drabble] [Summary: Just Natasha being an insatiable horny little shit during their vacation at someplace exotic.] [Kinks: discreet voyeurism / secretly touching in public with the real risk of actually being seen; you can also imagine age gap if you're into that] [Minors and men DNI]
Natasha steps closer, just standing right behind Wanda now, and gently reaches forward to move the younger woman's hair behind her shoulder. The tips of her fingers brush over the sensitive skin as they expose the side of her neck.
Wanda's body is instantly on fire.
The bruenette bites her lower lip and decides to rest her hands down on the wooden surface while still holding the big coconut.
She needs to choose fruits, but all her brain wants to focus on is Natasha. Natasha and her stupidly skilled fingers and her hot breath and her plumpy lips...
Her eyes immediately bore down to the three dots on the brown, fuzzy shell in her palms, her cheeks flushed in noticeable pink ever since the moment Natasha started openly flirting with her half an hour ago. It was discreet, yes, always in her ear, but explicit. Describing what she'd do to her in great detail, exactly where, the reactions she's gonna get, the results... Mmmmmh...
The redhead presses herself against Wanda's backside, leaning forward to brush lips over the shell of Wanda's ear again, her voice low and velvety and aware. "Did you leave your panties in our room like I told you to?"
Wanda's stomach drops and her knees twitch. "What?" She whispers without a thought as hot waves wash over her.
"You heard me..."
This is the worst place to go brainless.
Wanda inhales, but it breaks in the middle. "Nat-"
"... Did you...?"
Her lips press thin and her whole face feels even hotter. Her eyes quickly scan around for people looking their way. "Yes-..." She mumbles.
"Hmmm..." Natasha makes a tiny step to the side and palms the front of Wanda's thigh, pressing the hem of her black skirt and then slowly sliding it up.
Wanda quietly gasps and drops the coconut - which just rolls a little to the rest - both hands flying to grab Natasha's wrist, gently pushing it away. Her voice is high-pitched and comes out as a strained whisper. "Nat, no, no, no! Someone could see-"
But Natasha forces her hand back to her thigh. "Shhhhhhhh..."
"-please-..." Wanda turns her head to meet the other pair of green eyes. Hers are wide and worried, and the others are narrowed and smug.
Natasha presses her body flush against Wanda's once more, and the younger woman stumbles before she's pressed between the older woman and the table. That elicits a moan that shoots through both of them.
"Be a good girl for me..."
"I am, I am, I promise, I just-"
"Nooooo, baby. That's not very good girl of you." Wanda blinks, glancing at Natasha's direction, unable to see her directly, and Natasha smiles. "I just want to make sure... you know?" The redhead asks softly.
"You're making this more obvious than it is. Relax, love. Nobody would watch if we seem causal. Okay?" Natasha murmurs to her ear, eyes looking around.
Wanda's hands take the coconut again, and grip it tighter when Natasha's other hand palms her ass from under the skirt. Wanda gasps and straightens immediately.
Suddenly she is hyper-aware of how naked she actually is. Just a tank top, a skirt and a pair of thick-heeled sandals.
Wanda trusts her watchful gaze and doesn't check for curious eyes when her instincts are screaming at her to do exactly that. "Okay..." She whispers instead, and swallows, eyes fluttering and moving down to the other tropical fruits on the huge display table, genuinely no longer interested at all in the products. Because her brain has been leaking between her legs for a while now.
And then Natasha's fingers brush exactly there.
"Ooo-hooooh..." Natasha chuckles lowly and Wanda's thighs close immediately with a tiny whimper, pressing tight and trapping Natasha's hand there as the older woman drops her head on Wanda's shoulder, sucking in a breath through her teeth. "Mmmmmmmm..."
Wanda can't help but look around now, staring at everyone like a deer in headlights, every innocent stranger walking around and doing their own thing...
She is absolutely right to fear that they might get kicked out of the open market by the security.
Her breath stutters when Natasha's hand starts moving rhythmically.
"N-nat~ Tone it down..." Wanda whispers fast and her legs shake with effort to press harder. "Please, please, baby, I can't-... I'm so embarassed..." Her breathing fastens. Her face is so red.
"Be my good giiiirl..." Natasha purrs instead and nuzzles her nose in Wanda's neck.
Wanda can't help the whiny, little, high-pitched moan when Natasha circles her pretty, needy, little clit...
And the longer these ministrations continue to go on for, Wanda finds herself both even more afraid, and somehow less caring at the same time, about getting caught.
"Oohhhh, you drive me crazy, detkaaa... Listening to what I say, doing as I say, coming with me and spending all morning all comando... Juuust for meeee..."
"Fuck..." Wanda mouths under her breath, and her head relaxes back on Natasha's shoulder, eyelids growing heavy, mouth remaining party open.
"Might have been better to just have gone to the beach instead~ Or the hotel's pool~ Fuck... Or not left the bed at all~" She closes her eyes and grips the edge of the display table.
"Yeees, we'll get to that too~"
Wanda swallows again and blinks hard to ground herself.
"Are you saying this is not fun?" Natasha pouts and prods at Wanda's entrance with one finger, while the rest keep massaging her clit.
"N-no, it is, but... Ohhh... Bad location... Mm-hmmm...."
"Mmm, but you did it for meeee... And I'm so proud of you, babyyy..."
"Y-yeah~"
"Yeaah?"
"Ah-hah~"
"Mhmmm?"
"Fuuuuck!" Wanda clenches her jaw. "I need you... I need to... I... Mh~ Please-"
"Oh, I knooow. Yeeah. Because my fingers make you feel so goood, don't they...?" Natasha presses her cheek against Wanda's.
"Naa-haaaat~"
"Needy baby."
"You couldn't stop... being... filthy... and keep your hands away..." Wanda manages through her teeth, getting frustrated because of the risk and arousal.
Natasha fakes a gasp. "You blame this on meeee?"
"I went out naked, because of you!"
"Oh, so what, in the end it wasn't a deliberate choice of yours?"
Wanda lets out a disgruntled sigh. Natasha snorts, but then notices someone narrowing their eyes at them in confusion and she slows down her movements, discreetly removing her hand away and playing it off as if she was going for a normal hug instead, discreetly stepping away to unglue Wanda from the table and wrapping hands around her abdomen.
"Let's go try some swimming suits. But you may or may not cum in the dressing rooms, I don't know." She shrugs.
Wanda looks at her with annoyance that's there only for comedic effect, and Natasha grins.
"Come on, pretty girl." The redhead pulls the younger woman away from the stall.
"But what about the-"
"There's fruits everywhere. Besides, I need to dehydrate you first."
and what if i said that wanda loves to film the moments when she’s absolutely ruining you.
she doesn’t video you from afar so you can see the whole picture. oh, no. she likes to prop up the phone/camera so it’s angled towards your face. she loves watching your eyebrows knit together, your lips parting into an “o” shape when you gasp for breath. it’s her favorite though when you stretch your neck back, your spine arching before your impending release. or when you shake your head from side to side and beg her to stop because it’s too much.
sometimes she’ll set up the camera in a way where all you can see is your glistening pussy and her tongue running through your folds. when you’re wet enough, she’ll make a show of gathering your slick on the tip of her tongue and pull back so you can see a string of your arousal clinging to her mouth from an inch away.
you didn’t know she was filming you at first, so to your surprise one day when you were in her lap, two fingers rubbing steady circles around your clit, she pulled out her phone with her other hand. you didn’t expect to see raw footage of her fucking you. she propped it up against her laptop on the desk you were currently sitting behind. she watches you squirm even more as you focus on the screen, watching how you come apart so beautifully for her. she rubs faster as you get closer in the video, timing it perfectly.
after you cum, she reaches forward and shuts her phone off.
“and now we’re going to make another one.” she declares, and without giving you much time to process, her fingers are swiping on the mouse pad of her laptop. she opens up the camera and your naked body pressed back against her clothed one appears on the screen. she presses record, her fingers returning to your dripping pussy.
it makes the best video yet. the angle, your sounds (both from your mouth and your wet cunt) mixed with your squirming and pretty pleading.
you couldn’t tear your eyes from the screen if you wanted to. the whole display of wanda playing with you was so mesmerizing. plus, any time you closed your eyes, wanda would pinch your inner thigh and demand that you keep watching.
Are you surprised you’re losing count? You shouldn’t be. She’s most definitely not. That was, among other things, her goal.
“Eight. That was eight. I know you’re enjoying this, I can feel you get more wet with each one, but try to use that smart little brain for me, hm?”
A high pitched moan leaves you as her hand comes down on your bare cunt once again. Your legs are spread apart, ankles held by hers. It’s normally a comfort to have Natasha’s strong body behind you—a warm and steady presence—but the way she has you trapped and unable to do anything but buck your hips up is almost infuriating.
She taps your clit with two fingers, a reminder.
“N-nine…” you squeak out, eyes pinched shut. The pleasure pain is like a subtle throb, your clit puffy and your inner thighs and cunt red. She has her mouth next to your ear, and because of that, you can feel her lips curl into a smile.
“Good girl.” Natasha brings her hand down again, and you’re expecting the slap to your sensitive clit, but then it doesn’t come. You peek an eye open, shifting your head to try to catch a glimpse of her face, and you’re thinking maybe she’s done with her fun, and then the spank finally lands.
God, she loves how your back arches in surprise. She laughs lowly into your ear, biting on the lobe as she rubs her hands over the warmed skin of your inner thighs. It’s slick there, as is the rest of your pussy.
“Count, malen'kiy zaychik,” she murmurs, voice raspy and thoroughly amused. You—her “little bunny”—are shaking in her arms, biting your lip in a failed attempt to hold back those pretty moans. “Is your brain too broken from a few spanks? You really can’t do something as simple as counting?”
“Pl-please—“ You’ve barely got the word out before another spank lands, your hips jumping up. If Natasha wasn’t holding your legs apart, they would’ve shut closed, something she’s aware of.
“Ten and eleven,” she supplies for you, “and if you try to close your legs one more time, you won’t cum for a week.” Her voice is firm, and you know she’s serious. She delivers two spanks to your pussy in quick succession, overwhelming your senses.
Tears break from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. Her hand, the one previously used to help soothe your thighs or hold your waist, comes up and smears the salty tears across your flushed face.
“That’s it, cry for me,” she says, voice nearly a growl now. It’s affecting her just as much as it is you—the spanking. “Seven more and I’ll fuck you like the pretty slut you are. And you better keep counting, or I’ll edge you until you’re screaming.”
You feel yourself clench around nothing at her words, imagining her strap drilling into you with no mercy. Of course, she doesn’t let you dwell on the thought, because she spanks your pussy again, her closed fingers hitting your clit with direct precision.
“F-fifteen.”
Natasha rubs your clit for what feels like only two seconds, then spanks.
“Sixteen—“
Spank.
“Seventeen. Pl-please, can’t—“
Spank.
“Eighteen.”
Spank, this one on your inner left thigh, only her pinky brushing your pussy.
“Nineteen!”
The final spank comes directly to your clit again, her hand lingering to feel the sensitive bud pulse in time with your quickened heartbeat.
“T-twenty…” You’re fully crying now, but not because of pain. It’s relief now. Relief, because you know what you’ll get for taking your punishment so well.
“Oh, look at you,” Natasha hums into your ear, rubbing your clit at a steady pace now, ankles spreading your legs even wider so you feel the cold air hit directly on your now overly sensitive pussy. “Are you ready, my love? You did so well, you deserve your reward now.”
You nod desperately, hands gripping the sheets nearly hard enough to rip them. Natasha laughs again, cooing at you and enjoying the state she’s got you in.
So I’m on the tube right. It’s like 17/18 degrees Celsius out with SUNSHINE. Why am I the only one in only a T-Shirt? People are looking at me like I am the weird one???