Kinkmas

Gift Wrapped

Summary: Coming home from work, you expect to cuddle up with your wife on the couch and savour the warmth of the house. You certainly didn't expect the wrapped up 'gift' that was laying on the bed.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings/Tags: Brief Fluff, Lingerie, Soft Dom Wanda/Sub Reader  (Implied Switch Wanda/Reader), Teasing, Multiple Orgasms, Wanda's Magic during Sex  (Restraints and as a Vibrator), Fingering, Oral Sex, Strap-On, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Aftercare 

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A shiver wracked through your body at the cold breeze that brushed against you, fingers fumbling in your pocket for the keys to the door, legs moving on the spot to try and warm your body up.

"Come on," you muttered to yourself impatiently, fingers digging through the vast amount of rubbish in your coat pocket, wanting to relish in the warmth and comfort of your home and hopefully your wife's arms as soon as possible. You searched a little longer before a small cheer left your lips, breath visible in the cold air, illuminated by the gentle light from street lamps nearby as you finally slid the metal into the keyhole, twisting and eventually opening the door.

A soft, relieved sigh spilt from your lips as you closed the front door, warmth enveloping you entirely, a smile gracing your lips at the comfort that took over you. You placed the bag of hot chocolate ingredients on the kitchen counter as you walked through your spacious home, fingers starting to take off your many layers, the sound of footsteps catching your attention from upstairs.

"Honey I'm home," you playfully call out like the characters from her sitcoms, your smile wide as you face away from the stairs, carefully hanging up your winter coat and sliding your scarf off and onto the hanger, listening to the sound of her steps across the hall and likely into your bedroom.

"I'm in our room," she calls back, your mind growing curious at her next words, "I have a present for you up here." As soon as you heard the words, you were practically leaping up the stairs, taking two at a time as you made your way towards your bedroom, a grin gracing your face as excitement filled you, heart beating wildly in your chest.

"What's my present-" your words were cut short as you barged into the room, eyes widening and jaw dropping at the sight of her.

Crimson lace adorned her perfectly sculpted body, her delicate curves wrapped up in the soft material, your eyes unable to choose somewhere to admire, body freezing by the edge of the bed. Lace covered her breasts in a teasing manner, the soft skin partially on show making you fantasise about what was under the red strips of fabric, eyes lowering to the matching set of panties, the waistband hitched up slightly onto her hip, an involuntary groan leaving you at the small visible wet patch on her core. Her hands grazed down her body to the spot, enticing your eyes to follow them back up her body, over her breasts and eventually to her hair as she pushes it back, the brunette locks cascading down her back beautifully as she gazes at you hungrily, pushing herself onto her knees at the edge of the bed.

"Aren't you going to unwrap your gift?" she asks playfully, purposely letting her hands roam your body, slipping under your buttoned work shirt to feel your warming skin before sliding out, playing with the button at your neck, the fabric feeling very restrictive, touch burning into your skin.

Your mouth merely parts, speechless as she bites her lip seductively at you, green eyes peering up into yours with nothing but lust in them, the soft, loving glint replaced by desire as she lets her fingers run along your triceps, then around to squeeze your bicep softly and then down your forearms, nails dragging along the fabric of your shirt. Her addictive touch eventually reaches your hands, guiding them to her body as you're still trying to function, her smile turning into a dominant smirk as she places your hands against her breasts, encouraging you to cup them.