𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝘸𝘮 | 𝘴

FRIDAY NIGHT FUCKING:
WANDA MAXIMOFF

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺: edmo000

[tw - fingering (wanda!receiving), top!reader, strap usage (wanda!receiving), degrading, hair pulling, orgasm denial, pet play (petnames) ..]

Y/N

AS SOON AS I walk through the door, Wanda pushes me up against the wall, the bare skin of my shoulders shivering at the coldness.

"God, you just took so long to get back home." She murmurs into my lips.

I grin and flip us around, and Wanda gasps at the suddenness of my actions. First time for everything. "I like to make you wait, puppy."

My hands sink down her skin and push away her legs that are wrapped around my waist. Tutting quietly, I allow my fingers to fondle the buttons on her jeans before running the zip down. I look into Wanda's eyes to ask for permission, which she grants without a second glance.

I walk us backwards towards the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed before clambering on top of her.

As soon as I'm comfortable, I drag my lips up her neck, kissing every sweet spot she has before kissing her on the lips. My hands tangle in the neckline of Wanda's shirt, before pulling her quickly on to me.

I let go for a second, take my shirt of slowly, throw it to the floor, then pull Wanda right back into me. As soon as she wraps her arms around my neck, I pull backward, so she falls on top of me. I rest my head on the pillow, still kissing Wanda's bare skin: along her jawline, all over her neck, nipping and rolling her skim between my teeth. There'll be marks when we're done.

Soon enough, I flip us over, so I'm straddling Wanda's hips, moving every so often so my slightly damn panties touch down on my core, the faint coldness making me shiver and moan.

I moan again, softly, into Wanda's mouth. My hips keep shifting and yet my mouth continues to kiss all the way down Wanda's neck and collar bone, until I push up her  shirt to run my warm tongue over the skin of your stomach and chest. My hips buck a little harder and I yelp as I get it just right. Wanda moans briefly when I hit her clothed core with my own. I grin, moving off of her for a second.  Glancing at the bed side and back to Wanda, my eyes lit up.

Wanda's caught on, and her lips are strung out into a small and sly smirk. Yet she swallows and watches carefully as I get up from her, and reach for the draw. I grin widely again, taking the strap and settling it into its adjacent harness; I tighten it around my waist before turning to look Wanda dead in the eye. 

"I want you to ride it," I command, the words coming out harsh and snappy. As soon as it clicks in her head, she's moving away and allowing me to get on the bed. She makes a move towards me.

"Are you going to touch me, mommy?"

I grin devilishly. "Yes, pup. I'm going to stretch you out on my fingers before you take my strap."

She sucks a sharp, warm breath in through vaguely parted lips, pausing, eyes open wide.

I walk towards her, watch her back up until the backs of her legs hit the bed frame and she falls onto the mattress. I pounce on her like she's prey, my prey. I smirk as I cup her core, feeling as the dampness of her panties radiates outwards. "You're so wet for me already, puppy. I haven't even touched you properly."