A book with fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, and smut one-shots and mini-series
Mostly female and gender-neutral reader (male reader if requested). Feel free to send requests in!
Characters we write for (but not only):
- Natasha Romanoff
- Wanda Maximoff...
Warnings: Public sex, Bar sex, Magic play, Fingering (R Receiving), Clit play, Gagging, Exhibitionism, Voyerism, Slight humiliation, Mommy kink, Degrading (Whore), Pet names (Sweetheart, Hun), Squirting
Words: 1.3k+
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The clicking of the purple ball hitting the green ball into the side pocket causes the red head to look up at you, her face full of frustrations. A low giggle leaves your mouth stopping to become a sharp inhale when you meet her green eyes "Oh look, Wands," straightening your back to face towards her, exclaiming, "I got another ball in!"
Even if you had not been facing the witch you would have been able to feel the eyeroll that joined the huff she made. Deciding to relish in the feeling of your accomplishment you sway your hips as you walk. Before reaching your place you make a point to squeeze between Wanda and the pool table, pressing your ass against her. A low, rough groan falls from the Sokovian's lips at the friction, her fingers ghosting over your hips before you continue walking.
Setting up your shot, you breathe, pulling back the pool stick and then going to strike the cue ball when you feel fingers brush up your exposed thigh, completely missing the ball.
Wanda leans over slightly, whispering near your ear "You thought you could win? That's cute."
A shiver runs through your rigid body while the Sokovian's fingers continue to run up and down your thigh, occasionally running her hand between your legs but not near the place you want her most at all.
Darting your eyes around the partially full bar trying to figure out if anyone noticed what was going on between you and your girlfriend. A battle between your mind and your pussy was raging, and to your shock, your pussy was winning.
"Careful, hun, you do not want to play this game with me tonight." the red head quietly whispers in your direction.
You chuckle at the threat before bending completely over the side of the pool table, looking up at your girlfriend, "Last one before the eight ball," smirking, "and it's the three ball. Solid red."
Soft whines leave your mouth, "Mommy, there's people here."
"And that is what makes it even better" A sinister smirk takes over the red head's face as she runs her fingers through your hair before cupping your ass as her pale digits tangle into your hair.
Pulling her hand down, causing your head to tilt upwards and Wanda to catch glimpses of your eyelashes. Caressing your ass before pulling back and delivering a firm, loud slap to your ass.
Wanda continues to whisper, "I think that you want me to fuck you right here and right now and let all of these people know how much of a whore you are."
"Yes. " You quietly say as you give a slow but confident nod to the witch.
The red head groans lowly then smirking "Then let's begin."
Letting go of your hair before placing her hand slightly above your ass and reaching forward, applying a firm press between your shoulder blades, "Stay right here, sweetheart."
Your girlfriend brings both of her hands back down to your ass, massaging gently, "This skirt is not hiding much of you when you are bent over for me like this." Sliding her fingers down to press against your entrance, "I mean look at this," a fake concern coming from her, "I can see your underwear. And this just will not do."
A wide smirk covers her face as she continues to press and prod at your entrance. Occasionally pressing further and pushing your underwear inside you. The actions cause a wet spot to continue to grow and show through your white, laced detailed underwear. Your brain deep into the lust haze and your attention focused on the witches fingers made you almost miss the hum from your girlfriend.
Before you are able to ask what came to her mind you feel her fingers hook either side of your underwear and she pulls. The sound of ripping fills your ears as cold air hits directly onto your wet center causing a moan to slip. The witch quickly waves her fingers and a red mist covers your mouth, silencing the rest of your moan.
"I don't think we should spoil the surprise for anyone until you are moaning as I make you cum" The red head whispers to you as the mist of magic glows brighter, muffling your groans. Pocketing your ripped underwear leaving half of it hanging out before spreading your folds, "You look beautiful like this. This pussy is dying to be touched. Look how wet she is. It would be a shame to keep such a needy thing waiting."
With a devilish smirk upon Wanda's face, she pushes her finger completely inside you. Your wetness allows her to enter with ease. Gripping tighter onto your ass, digging her nails in as she pulls her finger out shoving two of her fingers back into you, mercilessly.
"God the way your pussy pulls my fingers in even more, hun. She must miss me all the time when I'm not inside it." The only response your mind can come up with is a fast nod of your head.
"Then I guess I should give her what she needs."
The Sokovian quickens her movements and hovers a finger over your bundle of nerves. Slapping your ass causing your hips to move forward and placing pressure onto your aching clit. Another groan is swallowed up by Wanda's magic creating a brighter mist covering your mouth.
Your hips keep pushing forward desperate for any friction against your clit. "Tsk, tsk , tsk. Can the whore not wait for Mommy to give her what she wants?" Turning your face to look back all you can give for a response is a pleading look. "Very well then. I can't say no to that look."
Wanda begins pumping her fingers faster, feeling the clenching of your walls trying to slow her thrusts. Your body wiggling under her, she knows you are getting close.
Suddenly, she pulls out, you feel your rising orgasm slipping away. Your loud whines and protests are muffled yet again until the witch waves her fingers, taking away the mist and releasing every bit of sound you made. Everyone in the bar looks towards you two.
Humiliation fills your body as pride fills your girlfriend's, "That's it, sweetheart, let everyone know how Mommy makes you feel." The words cause loud moans to flow out of your mouth making the onlookers' reactions become vocalized.
"Holy shit." "She just has her bent over." "Damn what do I have to do to be her." Are but a few of the comments you hear before the pleasure Wanda is giving you refocuses your attention.
Curling her fingers up and finding the soft spot in your cunt. She repeatedly hits the area causing choked and broken moans to fall from your lips. The red head's movements only become harder with each thrust.
You can feel the tightening in your stomach as you reach out to grip onto the pool table beneath you, your fingertips turning white, "Mo-Mommy, please, can I cum?"
Low groans come from the witch, changing her movements to a scissor motion. Waiting a moment longer to hear another plea come from you, "please, Mommy."
Waving her fingers and then pinching your clit, she gives her reply, "Cum."
You release with a loud moan, squirting on her fingers. Your wetness runs down your legs while you lay on the pool table trying to regain your breath. Wanda places a hand on your shoulder and guides you to stand up. Moving her hand in front of your mouth silently asking if you wanted to taste yourself. You open your mouth and twirl your tongue around and between her fingers in your mouth.
"There you go, hun. You did such a good job." She praises you before pulling her fingers from your mouth and kissing you deeply.
Cheers and applause comes from the other bar guests making you hide your face into the red head's chest, she whispers, "Let's go home. Mommy wants a turn."
