Kinktober 2024

Nipple Play || sub!Wanda x dom!Reader

A gasp sounds out above you, your arms wrapped tightly around Wanda's waist as she sits in your lap. You smile, your teeth nipping at her collarbone again as her fingers tighten slightly in your hair.

Looking down, you feel your heartbeat quicken at the sight of her nipples straining underneath her silk shirt. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you take them in.

They're hard, and you long to wrap your lips around them. Wanda was always so reactive when you played with her nipples. Your fingers graze her sides as you reach up, gently palming her breasts as she moans and thrusts her chest further against your touch.

"So impatient," you murmur, your lips inches from Wanda's.

She bites her bottom lip, a whimper sounding in her throat. Her green eyes are wide, her pupils expanding slowly as you begin to knead her breasts beneath your hands.

Your thumbs flick over her nipples, and she lets out a low groan. Closing the last few inches between your lips and hers, you kiss her. It starts gentle, then builds as you suck and nibble on her lower lip, her breath coming in gasps.

Twisting her nipples sharply, you smile against Wanda's lips at the choked whine she responds with. You can feel her hips rolling on your lap, and pinch her nipples while pulling them upwards, detaching your mouth from hers.

Wanda's mouth falls open, her brows furrowing from the pain radiating through her. Your fingers are strong and unrelenting, stretching her nipples while you speak.

"Don't roll your hips, I want to tease you and build you up myself. Got it?"

"Mhmm," Wanda manages, the response high-pitched. Her breaths are shaky, and she releases a sigh of relief when you release her nipples from your torturous hold.

"Oh I'm so sorry baby, did that hurt?" You ask, your voice full of faux sympathy.

Wanda blinks, nodding mutely.

You sneer, a low chuckle sounding out as you forcefully twist her nipples between your fingers. Wanda yelps, and you feel your arousal increase tenfold.

"We both know that you love the pain, don't you?" You don't wait for a response, twisting and pulling upwards at the same time. "You're my little painslut, isn't that right, love?"

"Yes," Wanda gasps out, her hands gripping your shoulder tightly. "Please-"

"Say it."

Green eyes snap towards yours, wide as she gasps for breath, trying not to move her chest too much. "What?"

Your eyes are dark, locked on her face as you apply more pressure to her nipples. Smiling at the slightly pained expression that washes over Wanda's features, you repeat yourself. "Say it, tell me what you are, Wanda."

"Oh," she blushes, her mouth opening and closing a few times. You pull tighter, and she yelps, pushing the words out quickly. "I'm a painslut."

"Who's painslut are you?"

"Yours. I'm your painslut," Wanda corrects herself, her chest heaving for air when you finally release her nipples.

She doesn't get much of a break, your mouth swooping in and sucking her nipple into your mouth. Your teeth graze the sensitive bud, your fingers rolling and pinching the other nipple skillfully.

Biting down, you wrap your other hand around Wanda's waist to stop her from jumping off your lap. She tries to pull away, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she moans and begs you to stop.

"Baby, please. It's too much, I'm gonna- I'm close. Please."

You release her nipple with a pop, gripping her jaw and chuckling. "You're already close to cumming? Just from that... you really are a painslut. Getting off on sadism, my perfect little masochist whore, isn't that right?"

Wanda releases a stream of moans, attempting to press herself closer to you. Her nipples are red and achingly hard. The pain from your touch is sending waves of pleasure towards her leaking core, and she feels herself growing wetter with each degrading word you speak.

"Yes," she whimpers, "I love it when you're mean to me and when you hurt me. Please, do it more and let me cum."

A wide smile spreads across your face. "Well, if you insist... let's see if you can cum from humping my thigh while I play with your nipples, okay?"

Nodding quickly, Wanda readjusts her grip on your shoulders. You kiss her softly, grabbing her waist and moving her hips closer to yours while you close your legs and raise them slightly. Once she starts rutting her hips against your thighs, you pull back slightly, reaching towards the side table.

Metal clinks together, and Wanda lets out a pathetic sounding whine when she sees the nipple clamps between your fingers.

"Sush, baby. Just keep rolling your hips on my thighs... Yes, just like that. I can feel how wet you are, my pathetic little slut," you say, attaching the nipple clamps to her. Your mouth moves towards her breasts, teeth sinking into her skin near her nipples as you suck hickeys all over her flesh.

Pulling on the chain, you groan at the sound of Wanda's high moans. You admire the way her nipples stretch as you tug on the clamps harshly. Her fingers are painfully digging into your shoulders, and you remind her to breathe as you lick and suck at her breasts.

Wanda's hips stutter, her brow furrowing as her eyes clench shut tightly. You bring your other hand up, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing tightly, her nipple stretching painfully as she moans and presses her chest further against you.

"Go faster," you command, tugging at the nipple clamps again. You reach down and tighten each clamp, a gasp leaving Wanda's perfect lips as you do.

"Fuck," she whimpers, throwing her head back as she grinds against your thighs. She adjusts her hands, reaching back to grip your knees as she feels her needy core brush up against your crotch.

You smirk, adjusting your hips until her clit and leaking pussy is pressed firmly against your hard bulge. Wanda's lips part as she moans at the sensation, grinding herself harder against you.

Pulling harshly, you wrap your hand around her throat as you watch her poor, red nipples stretch yet again as you tug on the chain. She's gasping and panting, her muscles flexing as she works herself up towards an orgasm, her hot center pressing firmly against you.

"Go on, baby," you whisper, closing your fingers tighter around her neck and pulling harder than you have before on her nipple clamps. "Cum for me."

Wanda moans, feeling the nipple clamps stretch her nipples painfully. It's almost enough, her muscles burning from grinding so fiercely against you. She feels the nipple clamps moving slightly, your grip tugging them slowly off of her nipples. She grinds harder, and you give a sharp tug.

The nipple clamps come off, and Wanda feels relief for a brief moment. It doesn't last.

White-hot pain floods her senses, her mind going blank as her orgasm washes over her as the pain from her raw nipples shoots directly to her spasming pussy. Her clit rubs against your bulge, prolonging the mix of pain and pleasure as she feels a few tears drip down her cheeks.

You soothe her, bringing out some unscented lotion and slathering it over her nipples. The cool sensation causes a second, smaller orgasm to tear through her, and Wanda whimpers as she shakily wraps her arms around your neck.

"You did so good for me, love. You were absolutely perfect, I'm so proud, baby," you murmur in her ear, rubbing circles on her back as she calms herself down.

Eventually, Wanda pulls back. A small, bashful smile is planted on her face. She fiddles with your hair, biting her lip for a moment before speaking.

"I think the nipple clamps were an excellent purchase."