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bambi-lamb · 3 months ago

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Summary: So maybe you made a not-so-great choice... in your defense, it was fun at the time. But now, looking at Wanda's raised eyebrow and dark smile, maybe you shouldn't have tried to make her so jealous. Hindsight is everything.

Tags: wanda maximoff x f!reader, 18+, smut, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, dacryphilia, oral sex, cunnilingus, mommy kink, mean mommy wanda!!

WC: 1,266

A/N: was hit by a spark of irritation— i mean, inspiration, today

You pant loudly in the living room, gasping for breath. The curtains are drawn, only a thin shaft of light spilling onto the rug and one arm of the couch.

Wanda is leaned leisurely back against the couch, smiling darkly up at you as you cry out. Her hand stops for just one moment, and she hums softly as you twitch in her grasp.

"You sure you don't want Avery here instead, detka? You certainly seemed to be having a good time with her."

"No, no— no mommy just want you don't want her please— pleaseplease please let me come," you whine, squirming in Wanda's lap. She allows it for but a moment before her free hand clamps down on your hip again, holding you still.

"Really? I don't think I believe you…"

Wanda licks her lips, tracing soft, slow circles around your clit with the pad of her finger.

"Please, mommy. Don't want her, just want you. Just want mommy," you plead desperately, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

"Hmm," Wanda hums, tutting softly when you whine again. "I don't know if I believe that, detka. You were all over her." Her voice dips dangerously, eyes flashing. You can tell she's displeased, and you flush; she's not wrong—you had been basically attached at the hip to your newest work friend Avery.

Normally, you wouldn't spend so much time with her, but it had been at least a little bit fun to see the way Wanda's jaw worked through her displeasure, and you'd enjoyed the dark glare she'd kept leveled on you the entire night. It sent shivers down your spine, knowing how much she wanted you, and so maybe you'd pushed it a little too far, leaning into Avery heavier or laughing a little brighter than you normally world.

It's not fun now as Wanda stops for probably the 6th or 7th time in a row, bringing you down from the edge of your orgasm and holding you still as tears drip down your face.

"You look so pretty, detka," she murmurs, leaning forward to lick away some of your tears.

You inhale sharply, feeling more tears spill over as she chuckles in the back of her throat.

"Regretting it now, honey?" she coos softly, thumb still pressed to your swollen clit.

"I'm sorry, mommy," you whimper, trying your best attempt at the saddest puppy-dog eyes you can manage, but she doesn't budge.

"Oh, pretty girl, you should've thought about that before you decided to spend the night flirting with Avery." Wanda hums dismissively as you whine and start crying again.

"No use crying over spilled milk, baby," she chuckles. "What's done is done. Maybe next time you'll think twice before you try another little stunt like this one."

"Please, mommy," you beg, wracking your brain for anything you can possibly say to appease Wanda. "Please, I belong to you, mommy."

Wanda looks at you sharply, interest piqued as she tilts her head slightly.

You chase the tail end of your declaration eagerly, perking up as you continue babbling.

"I'm yours, mommy, please. I just want you. I'm all yours."

Her thumb restarts its slow rhythm against your clit, and you nearly sob with relief, chasing the feeling as your mouth runs on and on without a single thought.

"Belong to mommy, please, just for mommy, all yours."

Her thumb is firm against your clit, and you shiver at the stimulation — it's too much and not enough all at once, and you yelp softly when she begins rubbing faster. Her entire hand is dripping wet, no thanks to you, but she just keeps looking up at you, encouraging the deluge of words flooding out of you.

"Please, mommy, please let me come, please."

Just as you reach the very edge, Wanda stops again, and you feel the tears restart without warning, pouring down your face as you whimper desperately.

"Tell me who you belong to again, baby," she coos, brushing your tears away with her thumb this time.

"You, mommy, please," you whine. "Belong to you."

"Then how come you were basically sitting on Avery's lap the whole night, huh?"

You sob softly, tears drip-dripping unstoppably now.

"Because I wanted to make you jealous, mommy," you hiccup, whining when Wanda presses down on your clit.

"And have you learned your lesson, detka?"

You nod fervently, abashed and apologetic. Wanda hums absently, but her thumb starts moving again, and you melt into the touch.

"Please, mommy, I belong to you," you profess eagerly, tears still flowing.

"It's okay, detka, I know. Be a good girl and tell me again, why don't you? Whose girl are you, hm?"

"Your girl, mommy," you hiccup softly, moaning when she loosens her grip on your hip and lets you start to rock against her finger.

"Again, detka, say it again," she whispers, eyes sharp and intense.

"I belong to you, mommy. I'm all yours. Please."

"One more time, baby, I just wanna hear you say it one more time and then you can come, okay?"

Wanda looks nearly feral, her pupils blown as she leans into your space, her thumb rubbing fast, tight circles over your clit. You can't help but shiver, gushing against her hand again as your orgasm fast-approaches.

"I'm yours, Wanda," you murmur, softening as you see her breathe a shuddery sigh of relief. You also lean forward, drawn to her magnetic allure, and meet her in the middle for a feverish kiss.

"Mine," she mumbles as she nibbles on your bottom lip, thumb rubbing furiously over your clit.

You jolt back, crying out as she drives her index and middle finger into your cunt, working double-time in an effort to make you come.

"Come for me, baby. You can come now," she's murmuring into your neck, but you can barely tell she's saying anything at all, the vibrations of sound a distant consideration as your vision whites out completely.

When you come to again, she's rearranged you entirely so you're lying down on the couch. You have a moment to just blink and breathe as sound and feeling returns to you, and as soon as you can feel your fingertips again, you whimper.

Wanda, tucked between your thighs, is licking softly at your cunt, dark green eyes intent on your expression.

You tremble your way through another orgasm, shivering as she crawls up the length of your body to settle herself on your chest.

"You did such a good job, detka," she murmurs softly, leaning up for a soft kiss.

"Felt good," you whisper in return, blushing lightly when she grins into your neck.

She reaches up to run her fingers through your hair, and sits up momentarily to reach for a blanket that she promptly pulls over top of both of you. As you lie on the couch, you hear Wanda's breath slowly even out, and your eyes begin to droop.

Clearly, though, she isn't really asleep, because you hear her voice, softer and more hesitant, float up.

"You don't actually like her that much, do you?"

You smother your grin against the top of her head and pull her up for another kiss, this one longer and warmer.

"No, I don't," you reply easily, watching the way the crease between her eyebrows smooths over and she finally seems to relax.

"I love you and only you," you murmur softly. "You're my favorite person."

She hums contentedly and presses a kiss to your chin.

"I love you too, detka."

She sits up momentarily, squinting at you suspiciously.

"But don't do that again."

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 5 months ago

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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐶𝑙𝑢𝑏

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: Your neighbor and friend, Wanda Maximoff, invites you to her book club. The book they're reading is, well, erotic. It sparks something in you, and you find yourself growing closer with your neighbor, in a surprising way.

content warnings: smut, improper use of a book, spanking, fingering, cunnilingus

word count: 6.2k+

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

The rose petals are soft beneath your fingertips, your mind adrift as you tend to the vibrant bushes near your door. The faint scent of lawn clippings hangs in the air, dulled slightly by the thick heat lazily wrapping around you, an occasional breeze brushing by to dry the back of your damp neck. You glance at the lemonade sitting on your front steps, your mouth watering slightly at the thought of drinking the refreshing beverage.

You clip a slightly dead branch of your rose bush, discarding it in the small, steadily growing pile nearby. There hasn’t been a rain shower in a few weeks, so you’ve been diligent about watering your bushes, but even you can’t beat the arid heat that settles on your town. It’s all anyone can talk about; the endless heat at the height of summer causing kids and adults alike to flock to the brand-new water park in the heart of town.

Ice clinks as you finally cave, reaching over to sip the lemonade through a straw. The taste explodes in your mouth, and you let out a soft sound of relief as the sugar perks you back up. Your fingers slip slightly on the condensation steadily sweating from the cold glass, and you begin to seriously consider retreating back inside to sit in front of your fan.

“Hey, neighbor,” a friendly voice calls out, and you recognize the honeyed tone immediately.

Your head jerks up, your cheeks flushing as you recall the dirt smeared on your knees, and you’re acutely aware of the loose strands of hair sticking to your forehead. You raise your free hand awkwardly, praying you’re not waving too enthusiastically at your neighbor.

Wanda had been your neighbor ever since you’d moved in a few months ago, and she’d immediately taken you under her care. It was endearing, really, to have someone care about you while you adjusted to a new city.

“Hi, Wanda,” you called out, your voice cracking slightly. You could see the older woman smile, her red hair cascading over her back as she walked around her bushes and towards you. You hide your nervousness, sucking on your straw like it is a lifeline, your pulse quickening as she draws nearer.

Oh god, you probably smell so bad. You’ve been out in the sun for hours, sweating under the sweltering sun, your deodorant having lost its potency ten minutes into your battle with the rose bushes. You’re acutely aware of the sweat dripping down your temple, your eyebags showing since you’d decided not to use concealer this morning, not wanting to have it melt right off your face in the heat.

“What on earth are you doing out in the heat on a day like this?” Wanda asks, smiling at you and shielding her face from the sun as she looks down at your still-kneeling form. The faint scent of vanilla drifts over to you, and you wet your lips slightly, your straw making a loud sound as you realize you’ve finished the last of your lemonade. You sense that she doesn’t want a response, her words more of a statement than an actual question, a subtle chide at your ability to make rational decisions in the summer heat.

Helplessly, you gesture towards your rose bushes, your eyes quickly spotting the petals that are slowly wilting, standing out against the vibrant colors.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Wanda says, tilting her head as she examines your rose bushes, “I think they look beautiful. Now, why don’t you invite me inside for a cup of that delicious-looking lemonade, hm?”

Flustered, you stand quickly, gripping your glass and muttering a quick, “Of course,” before holding the door open and ushering the woman inside.

Wanda walks straight into your kitchen, sighing slightly at the cool breeze from your AC unit working overtime. Her green eyes find yours, crinkling at the edges as she smiles at you. Smiling back slightly, you rush to the fridge, pulling out the pitcher of lemonade you’d made and pouring a generous amount into one of your fancy glasses.

“What is a sweet girl like you doing outside working in this heat?” Wanda asks, taking the cup from you. You can’t stop looking at the way her red-tinted lips wrap around the straw as she sips. “Shouldn’t that boy of yours be helping you?”

“Who?”

“The boy with the long hair and the flannel,” Wanda says, her tone slightly off. You recall the other weekend when you’d invited your coworker to the neighborhood barbecue. Wanda had been more touchy with you that night for some reason, her eyes looking at your coworker with light suspicion; you didn’t really mind, assuming she was looking out for you. You can tell that she’s poking around with her words, a hidden question behind them, and you’re all too happy to set the record straight for her.

“Oh, Jared? No, he’s just a friend,” you say, hoping that your tone is casual. It sounds far too high-pitched, but Wanda relaxes slightly at your words, smiling brightly at you as her fingernails clink on the side of her glass.

“Ah,” she mutters, raising her eyebrows slightly, “A friend.”

The silence stretches for an awkward beat before you feel the urge to explain yourself. To get rid of the crushing feeling between your ribcage as Wanda studies you, her head tilted slightly. “No, truly, he is just a friend. We met at work and now we kind of hang out outside of work. I don’t know, it’s just… friends hanging out and stuff. I don’t like boys- or, I mean, him like that.” The words spew from you like a messy word vomit, the letters and syllables all jumbled together as you try to string together a coherent sentence.

Chuckling, Wanda reaches out, her fingers gently touching your cheek. Her fingertips are cold against your skin, and you realize that you’re flushed. You pop your straw back into your mouth, your teeth gnawing slightly on the plastic as you distract yourself.

“I know what boys want from a pretty girl like you,” Wanda says. It feels like an intimate sort of statement, but her tone is far too bright, an air of casualness forcing its way into the sentence as you awkwardly laugh at her words.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that,” you say, unsure of why you’re reassuring her. “I’m not interested in Jared, like that.”

“Hmm, good,” Wanda nods as she speaks, an air of finality in her words. You assume the conversation is over, your eyes trailing over her blouse, respectfully avoiding looking near her chest, as the fabric dipped quite low. You supposed it made sense, given the heat, but the last thing you wanted to do was make your neighbor uncomfortable.

Wanda didn’t mind. After all, she’d chosen this blouse with the low v-cut on purpose, watching you through the window while making finger sandwiches for Billy and Tommy. You’d been working so hard, your arm muscles showing as you pulled weeds and clipped your rose bush, that she couldn’t help but venture over to your lawn. After all, the boys enjoyed their cartoons on a lazy Saturday afternoon, and your muscles had looked quite striking as you worked in that sinfully thin tanktop of yours.

“Say,” Wanda exclaims suddenly, your eyes snapping up from where they’d been lingering around the exposed skin of her stomach. “You like reading, don’t you?”

Your eyes light up, and Wanda’s teeth gleam as she smiles brightly at you. She remembers you talking her ear off about a book you’d read, her mind wandering to the animated way your hands had moved while speaking. She’d nodded at all the right places, asking you questions occasionally, her attention focused on the way your face shifted into genuine enthusiasm as you spoke.

“I run this book club,” Wanda says, shrugging as though it was no big deal, her eyes flitting up to yours to gauge your reaction. “We meet on Friday at my house, when the boys leave for the weekend at their father’s place, if you’d be interested.”

It’s been a while since you’ve had a consistent friend group or even just a group of people to hang out with. Wanda knows this; you’ve talked about it a few times, when you’ve had a few too many glasses of wine, your face flushed and your eyes dark and wide as you lean into her friendly touch.

“I would love to come!” You bite your lip as you hide a wide smile, containing your obvious excitement at the idea. “What book are you reading?”

“Ah, well,” Wanda ducks her head, peeking up at you through her lashes. It’s the perfect picture of innocence. “I’m not sure if you’d be interested in this specific book.”

“Please tell me,” you beg, setting your lemonade aside as you lean closer to her. You’ve been searching for some new books, even asking Wanda for recommendations. It’s almost cruel, the way she hesitates before answering, her eyes focused solely on your reaction.

Wanda finally tells you, watching as you immediately pull out your phone to search for the name of the book. Her eyes are sharp, gauging your reaction as you quickly skim the description. She can’t tell if you’re blushing more than usual, the book is a lesbian romance, but you don’t seem to mind as you look up and smile at her.

“Can I borrow your book for the meeting on Friday?”

And that’s that. Wanda agrees, of course, her mind racing as she watches you smile and talk about how much you’ve been looking forward to reading books with other people, your words jumbling together in your excitement. You’re leaning closer to her as you speak, your eyes sparkling and lips moving a mile a minute. Wanda takes another sip of the sugary lemonade, glancing at your lips as she wonders if you taste just as sweet.

God, she can’t wait until Friday.

—

You’re nervous, your hands fiddling with the loose threads of your shirt as you walk up the pristine walkway to Wanda’s front door. God, you’ve knocked plenty of times before, but this time it feels… nervewracking.

Truly, you aren’t used to meeting new people. Most of the time, others approach you, starting conversations and inviting you into their lives. It had never been the other way around, and the mere thought of putting yourself out there made your palms sweat and your feet develop an urge to run.

Before you can give yourself a pep talk, your fingers trembling as you reach for the doorbell, the door unlocks, startling you. The first thing Wanda sees when she swings the door open is your wide eyes, her eyes softening when she takes in your tense form. She can tell you’re a few wrong words away from bolting back to your house with a poorly mumbled excuse.

“Oh, sweetheart, I didn't mean to startle you,” she says, and suddenly her hands are all over you, distracting you from the nervousness building steadily within you. Wanda’s hands pull you inside, gently squeezing your arms before wrapping slightly around your waist, her touch insistent as heat spreads through your body wherever her fingers make contact. She can feel you relaxing slightly, your expression opening up as she talks your ear off, telling you that their book club is quite small, but you’ll help grow their numbers as she ushers you into the living room.

“Is that a rabbit?” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, your face going slightly red as your eyes widen. There’s a white rabbit munching on some cucumbers, its nose twitching and ears swiveling towards you as you shuffle in your socks on the carpet. Your eyes catch the long fingers gently stroking its fur, moving up to land on the face of a striking brunette.

“This is Señor Scratchy,” the woman says, her blue eyes glinting slightly as she looks you up and down. “You must be Wanda’s new pe-”

“Agatha,” Wanda interrupts, smiling tightly for a moment before she glances at you. “Be nice to our newest member.”

Smirking, Agatha just wiggles her fingers at you, her eyes crinkling at the corners. You wonder what she was going to say that caused Wanda to speak so abruptly, but she turns her head before you can ask. Following her eyeline, you smile awkwardly at the woman who enters through the doorway, her hands full as she balances four mugs on a tray.

“Oh good, coffee,” Wanda says, ushering you onto the couch and slipping her copy of this week's book into your hands.

A steaming mug is placed before you, Wanda pouring a bit of milk and dropping three sugar cubes into your coffee, just the way you like it. You would blush at the attentiveness, but you’re too focused on the way the woman with the tray settles down next to Agatha, her hands caressing her shoulders for a moment. Agatha’s blue eyes are locked on you as she pulls the other woman’s legs onto her lap.

“Nice to meet you, fresh meat,” the woman says, her smile sharp. She does not offer her name.

Agatha cackles slightly, patting the woman’s legs as she takes in your wide-eyed look. “Rio, my love, you’ve scared Wanda’s… friend.”

They’re testing you, that much is obvious. Wanda’s hand is hovering near her mug, her eyes cutting towards the women on the couch opposite from you. Agatha is peering at you from under her lashes, her hands still massaging Rio’s legs, the rabbit having jumped to the floor the moment the other woman entered the room. You can hear him munching in the silence.

Rio, well, she stares at you openly, her eyes a bit too wide.

“Well,” you say, clearing your throat as you take a sip of your coffee to give your hands something to do. “It’s very nice to meet you, Agatha and Rio.” You nod at each of them as you say their name. Hopefully, they don’t hear your voice wavering. “This seems like a fun group for a book club.”

“Oooh, I like her,” Rio murmurs, smiling widely at you. It sends goosebumps crawling down the back of your neck, but you bravely smile back, feeling your lips tremble.

Wanda claps her hands once, letting out a breath of air as she brings attention back to the topic at hand. “We’ve started the book, but we’re only a few chapters in so far. Agatha, why don’t you catch her up?”

Suffice to say, Agatha is excellent at summarizing. You understand the first few chapters well enough, and you blush when she mentions the hot older lesbian the main character is pining over, winking at Rio. You begin to wonder about the nature of their relationship, but decide that it’s none of your business.

“I’m looking forward to the next few chapters,” Rio says offhandedly. “I’ve heard they get steamy, just the way I like my books.”

“Naughty girl,” Agatha murmurs, then most of your previous questions are cleared up as Rio grabs the back of her neck and kisses the woman solidly.

You can feel Wanda looking at you from the corner of your eye, and you hope she doesn’t take your awkward fidgeting the wrong way. After all, it’s not like you could easily explain the warm feeling spreading through your body at the sight of them kissing, your nose hyper-aware of Wanda’s warm vanilla perfume wafting over to you.

“So, do they do this often?” You ask, smiling slightly and injecting sarcasm into your tone as you bravely turn to face Wanda. She looks slightly relieved, an easy smile curling her lips at the corners as you both hear a scoff from the other couch.

“Got a problem with it, sweetheart?” Agatha drawls, her blue eyes piercing. Rio is wrapped around her, reminding you of a large snake coiling around their prey, and you shake your head.

“Of course not, I’m just questioning if you actually talk about the book during these meetings, or if you just make out. That can’t be productive, and I truly do like talking about books…”

Wanda laughs beside you, one of her hands landing on your knee as she does so. You don’t mind, needing the extra support as your bravery fades slightly once you’ve said your piece. Agatha is chuckling and when you risk looking at Rio’s face, she’s smirking slightly at you.

“I bet you’d like that,” Rio mutters, falling silent when Agatha shoots her a stern look.

“Don’t start, besides, she’s right. This is a book club, after all,” Agatha nods at you, picking up her book. “So, should we dive deeper into the chapters then? I’d like to discuss the hints they’re dropping about the more kinky aspects that are to come.”

Oh god, you don’t think your blush will go away for the rest of the club meeting. Wanda’s hand remains on your knee, and you don’t mind when it slowly moves up your thigh. Is it the coffee making you jittery, or something else? You don’t know, but your heart is racing and your face feels practically aflame with every word that Agatha and Rio speak.

It’s the best book club you’ve ever attended.

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“So,” Wanda says, trailing off. Her fingers run along the edges of the book, and you watch them for a moment before meeting her eyes.

Agatha and Rio have already left with their hands hot around each other's waists, a sight you’ve grown accustomed to seeing. It’s been a few weeks, your cheeks still reddening every time someone makes a joke about the smut in the book, but you’ve grown used to the comments and the way Wanda’s hand feels on your thigh.

At first, you were worried about the implications of her actions. But, Agatha and Rio never commented on it or even looked twice at you and Wanda, their eyes were only made for each other. You’d grown comfortable with the touch, even leaning up against your neighbor at times when the discussion became passionate. Occasionally, your hand would brush against hers, your chin hovering near her shoulder as you read the passages.

Each touch felt charged, and you were glad you could explain the blush away by gesturing to the book.

“Yeah,” you say, your head ducking slightly as the silence stretches on. “So.”

“Today was interesting,” Wanda smiles, her cheeks slightly pink as her fingers spread the pages of her book. She’s referencing the smut, of course. Agatha had taken great delight in teasing you, asking you which scene was your favorite, or if you’d related strongly with one of the kinks introduced.

Forcing a chuckle, you nod. In all honesty, you’d rather not let Wanda know that you’d pictured yourself as the main character while reading the book before the meeting. Your fingers had rubbed furiously at your throbbing clit under the sheets as you read the characters making out, your thighs tightening when the older woman in the book whispered degrading things in the main character’s ear.

“I-” You begin, ducking your head and smiling. “I didn’t mind reading it but… actually discussing it?”

“What?” Wanda asks, her voice teasing. There’s a forced sort of lightness to her tone, her eyes sharp as she looks at you. “I thought it was adorable… how flustered you get.”

A chuckle escapes you, awkwardness flooding you as you think about the kinky acts the group had discussed. Rio had been bored, claiming she wanted more out of a self-proclaimed kinky book, but Agatha had shushed her as Wanda launched into an analysis of each character’s psyche.

You loved it when Wanda talked. She always had the best insights, her words well crafted. She was smart, everything she said was well thought out, and you often found yourself nodding along.

“I’m glad you think so,” you say, the words feeling thick around your tongue. Your heart is beating quickly, and you take a deep breath as you look back down at your fingers, nervously twisting together.

“Would you like to read the next chapter together?” Wanda asks, her tone light. One of her hands reaches out, resting gently on your knee. “I’m looking forward to this one.”

“Isn’t this chapter the one Rio said was really… you know,” you whisper, your knee tensing under Wanda’s touch.

“What?”

“The really dirty chapter,” you mumble, your cheeks aflame as you peer up at Wanda through your lashes. She’s smiling gently at you, her fingers still splayed out on the pages.

There’s something in her eyes that you can’t quite decipher. The hand on your knee tightens for a moment, before sliding up further as Wanda leans in. You barely hear her words, focused on how soft her hair looks and awkwardly trying not to glance at her lips as her vanilla perfume wafts under your nose. God, she smells so nice and her touch is so firm and warm and-

“I want to see your reactions when we read it,” Wanda murmurs, her lips grazing your cheek as she leans closer to whisper in your ear. “That blush of yours is just too adorable to resist.”

You force your lungs to breathe, your knuckles white from how hard you’re gripping the couch cushion. Wanda pulls back, smiling sweetly at you and patting the spot next to her. “Come, darling. Let’s read the next chapter together.”

Mindlessly, you nod as you move to sit next to her. You try to leave some space, your mind racing while also being somewhat blank at the same time. Wanda simply moves closer until her thigh is pressed against yours, her hand firmly on your thigh as she begins to read out loud in that perfect, low voice of hers.

It takes everything in you not to squirm, your bottom lip sore from how hard you’re biting it. Wanda doesn’t seem to notice, her voice calm as she reads the scene. Her hand is slowly inching up your thigh, and you feel your heart rate increasing at the thought of her feeling the heat that is surely emanating from the apex of your thighs.

“The cane whistles through the air, hitting me solidly. My body jerks forward, pain erupting on my bruised ass, but Eliza’s hand grips my hair, her voice hissing that I should be still. I listen, my brain screaming at me to comply while my body is brought closer to an orgasm, the pain turning into pleasure with each strike of the cane.”

You rest your chin on Wanda’s shoulder, your attention split between her hand squeezing your thigh and the scene she’s reading. Ignoring the wetness between your thighs, you pray that you don’t leak through your pants.

“I begin to crave the pain,” Wanda’s voice is steady as she reads, with only a slight breathiness to her tone. “I needed to submit, to let Eliza control every aspect of my pain, and with it, my pleasure.”

“I’ve always wondered how that feels,” you interrupt, your mind still thinking about the cane. You wondered if it really could cause pleasure.

Wanda pauses, her fingers squeezing your thigh for a moment before she turns toward you, lowering the book slightly. “How… what feels?”

“Oh,” you blush, clearing your throat. “The impact play. I just assume that a cane would hurt. I’ve never- well. You know.”

There’s a lingering silence, a sort of tension in the air as Wanda considers your words. She seems to be choosing her next words carefully, her fingers gripping your thigh as she sets the book down.

“Would you like to try?”

Fuck.

Wanda’s eyes are on you, and you can feel them as you stare at the book for a few moments. Working up your courage, you glance up, blinking at how dilated her pupils are, her green irises barely noticeable.

“We- I… where would we get a cane?” You ask, the words feeling a bit thick in your mouth.

Chuckling, Wanda closes the book fully and reaches up to cup your cheek. “Oh, my sweet girl, we don’t need a cane for impact play, anything will do.”

“Oh, right,” you say, feeling stupid. Your brain is full of fuzz, your thoughts muffled slightly. The only thing you can think about is the scene from the book, Wanda’s hand on your thigh moving up further and further until it’s gliding over your hips and pressing on your upper back.

You gasp slightly as Wanda bends you over her lap, her hand gentle but firm between your shoulder blades. You willingly follow her lead, your chest heaving slightly as you try to calm your racing heartbeat, resisting the urge to squirm when you feel how wet you are, the change in position thrilling.

“Is this alright?” Wanda asks, her voice warm. Her hand is gently rubbing your back, the other playing with the hair on top of your head, petting you somewhat. You don’t mind.

“Yes, I just…” you bite your lip. Wanda’s hand pauses, and you quickly speak, your chest tight and full of nerves. “You’re a really good friend and my neighbor and I don’t want to mess anything up or-”

Wanda‘s hand moves from the top of your head to cover your mouth, and you hear a shushing sound. Her other hand is slowly moving down your back, warmth spreading through your backside as she moves to caress your ass, your back arching into the touch. “Don’t worry about that sweetheart, don’t you want this?”

You stutter, nodding against her hand as your words are muffled.

“Good, because I want this too,” Wanda murmurs, and you feel a smile forming on your lips as your heart soars. She wants this too? You’ve felt so much guilt over the past few weeks, blushing when you catch her gaze and then going home to read the book and pretend you’re not imagining Wanda as the dominatrix while you read.

“Say it,” Wanda commands, her voice different. Her hand finally moves away from your lips, returning to your upper back, keeping you in place. She sounds strict, and you squirm at the words.

“I want this,” you whisper.

“Louder.”

“Fuck,” you mutter, grinding your hips into her thighs before you freeze, your eyes wide.

Wanda chuckles lowly. “You must really want this if you’re chasing your pleasure while bent over my lap. Say it, darling. I need to hear the words before I continue.”

You can’t speak, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you listen to her. It’s already too much, your heart is overjoyed and relieved at the same time. Your thighs are slightly slick, your arousal leaking through your underwear and smearing over your sensitive skin. You pray that Wanda can't smell it.

“I want this.” A part of you hopes that your voice is strong, your conviction shining through your evident arousal. Instead, the words are shaky, your voice trembling with need.

“Good girl.”

Before you can react to the praise, a moan slipping past your lips, the air behind you changes. The book hits your ass, the solid hardcover sending an ache of pain directly to your throbbing pussy.

Your body jolts forward, your thoughts quieting in an instant. Wanda brings the book down again and again, hitting the backs of your thighs gently before increasing her force as she watches your ass jiggle from the impact. You’re a squirming, whining mess on her lap, your upper body restrained by her hand between your shoulder blades, the couch leaving indents in your cheek as you arch your back further into her touch.

It’s everything Wanda had imagined. She wants more. She wants you to beg her, to present yourself to her, to… to take everything she gives you without complaint. Your submission, your pleasure, your pain. She wants it all.

“Look at me,” Wanda says, her voice low as she tugs on your hair.

Gasping, you feel pain radiating into your skull, her fingers unrelenting as she wrenches your head back. You let out a small whimper as you meet her gaze, and she loosens her hold slightly, her fingers scratching your head in an almost apology.

“What do you want?” Wanda asks, her voice soft. She drops the book behind you, the hardcover landing with a thud. Your ass is on fire, and she begins to knead her hand into it, squeezing as you whine.

“Um,” you pant out, arching your back and pressing your ass further into her hand. You feel shame coursing through you in tandem with your burning arousal. The humiliation only sends your mind further into the vanilla-tinged fuzziness you’ve slowly been sinking into. “I want you to… fuck. Um, I want you-”

“Speak up.”

Wanda’s voice is hard, and her hand comes down on your ass harshly. Your body jolts forward at the unexpected impact, and you suppress a moan. You weren’t used to this, the image of Wanda as your nice, friendly neighbor clashing with this new, dominant persona of hers. It’s not that you didn’t like it, but your pussy was uncomfortably wet, and the ache between your thighs could only be soothed by one thing. Wanda.

“I need you, Wanda, please make me feel good,” you say, the words spewing from you as you grind your hips down against her thighs. It sounds more like a whine, your voice high-pitched as you plead, but it satisfies Wanda.

“Well,” Wanda is smiling as she releases your head, your chin hitting the couch as you suck in deep breaths. “Since you asked so politely…”

Her hands both move to your waistband, one curling under your stomach to undo the button and pull your zipper down while the other drags the fabric down your legs. She doesn’t bother to pull them fully off you, bunching them halfway down your calves.

Your skin burns where she touches you, your arousal thick in the air as her fingers roughly cup you. “Oh sweetheart, you needed this, didn’t you?”

Nodding, you bury your face in your arms, bucking back against her hand in search of some sort of relief. You’ve never felt this sort of burning need before, every fiber of your being focused on the way she feels against you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you,” Wanda murmurs, your brain processing the words as she peels the damp fabric of your panties down your thighs.

Holy fuck, you can feel the cool air against your throbbing center. Wanda’s fingers massage the area around your glistening sex, teasing you even while her chest heaves. She sucks in a few deep breaths, her fingers inching closer to your throbbing clit.

“You sound so pretty,” Wanda murmurs, seemingly lost in a sort of trance as she watches her fingers collect your arousal. You’re whining beneath her, your hips squirming and bucking into her touch, and she feels her head spin with the rush of power she feels. This is everything she wanted from the moment she saw you, and now, she’s finally taking what’s hers.

When her fingers finally slide into you, it feels like absolute heaven. They curl perfectly, hitting your most sensitive spot as you moan into the couch cushion. Your clit throbs needily as Wanda slowly pumps her fingers deeper, your arousal coating her fingers.

“I have an idea,” Wanda says, her words slightly jarring.

“Mmmphhh,” you manage, forcing your brain to focus on her words while her fingers curl deep inside you. It’s humiliating to feel your pleasure rising as she fucks you, her fingers working you up while she speaks in a casual, conversational tone.

“We’re going to read every chapter together from now on,” Wanda begins, smiling as she watches your body. Your hips are bucking against her, your back arched. “And I’m going to demonstrate everything that happens, just so you’re able to truly understand the text.”

Wanda bends down, her lips against your ear as she speaks. “That means, darling, if Eliza fucks our main character until she passes out, I’ll be fucking you until you pass out. Understand?”

You wish you could explain the sound that tore from your lips at her words. It was something between a moan and an animalistic growl, but either way, Wanda moaned in response as she moved her fingers faster.

It was rough, her fingers pulling all the way out before slamming back into you. This side of Wanda is nothing you’ve ever seen before, and it makes you wetter than you’ve ever been. The image of your perfect neighbor and her warm smiles clashes with the harsh, unforgiving pace Wanda sets as she fucks you.

“Please,” you gasp out finally finding your voice as your fingers scrabble for purchase on the couch. You need leverage, your body limp and pliable over Wanda’s lap as she manipulates your pleasure to her satisfaction.

“Not yet,” Wanda mutters, her other hand grasping the back of your neck tightly. Before you can properly understand what’s happening, her fingers pull out roughly as she tightens her hold on the back of your neck, pulling you backward.

Your head hits the arm of the couch, Wanda’s frame looking over you before she adjusts your body, nudging your legs open with her shoulders and settling between your legs. It’s overwhelming, your hands finding purchase on her head and tangling with her hair as she sucks hickeys around your hips.

One of Wanda’s hands creeps up your stomach, sliding under your shirt and bra to grasp your breast tightly, her fingers brushing over your hard nipple.

That is the moment that you lose all sense of dignity.

“Fuck me, Wanda,” you plead, gripping her hair tightly as she moans. Her lips are near your belly button, her green eyes dark as she looks up at your wanton expression. Her fingers cruelly twist your nipple, your hips jerking up against her at the action.

“A masochist, hm?” Wanda says, her voice teasing as you nod frantically. “Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect, darling.”

Slowly, those sinfully full lips kiss down your stomach, ghosting over your clit before Wanda drags her tongue through your folds. She moans at the taste of your arousal, her chin instantly soaked.

Your hips buck up frantically, your heartbeat erratic as you chase your pleasure. You need her tongue, her fingers, anything.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Wanda murmurs, and you believe her. After all, she’s been taking care of you this entire time, with her homemade meals and soft smiles. You remember all of the times she invited you over to play with the twins, and her smile when you arrived at the first book club meeting. Wanda had always taken care of you, and this was no expectation.

Wanda isn’t gentle, her fingers gripping your hips tightly as she pins you down. You’re too far gone to control your body, your hips bucking and thrashing under her grip as she eats you out with fervor, Your poor little clit throbs under her tongue, whines and moans streaming from your lips when she finally wraps her lips around it and sucks.

“Oh, Wanda,” you plead, pressing her head further against you before her hand shoots out to grab your wrists, pinning them against your stomach. “Please, I need you. I’ve wanted this for so long, just… please make me cum. Oh, I’ll do anything. Just make me yours.”

Well, Wanda can’t say no to that request.

“That’s right, honey,” she coos, licking your clit as you jolt beneath her. “You’re mine. You have been ever since I first laid eyes on you. Say it... Say it and I’ll let you cum all over my tongue. Don’t you want that?”

Fuck yes, you want that.

“I’m yours.”

The orgasm that washes over you is more intense than anything you’ve ever experienced. Every sensation is heightened, Wanda’s perfume permeating your senses as her soft hair tickles your inner thighs, her fingers bruising your hips as her tongue and lips stimulate your most sensitive parts.

She’s relentless, coaxing your pleasure out with every swipe of her tongue, her moans sending vibrations through your oversensitive core. Her hand squeezes your breast, your nipple trapped helplessly between her fingers as you jerk and thrash beneath her.

A second, smaller orgasm slowly crests, pleasure washing over you as you begin to feel your muscles ache. Your hands weakly push against Wanda’s head, her tongue sliding through your folds one last time before she looks up at you, your clit throbbing with pleasure from your orgasms.

“Wow, I-” you begin, breathless as you relax into the couch cushions, your body feeling weightless.

Chuckling, Wanda sits up, wiping her chin and lips with the back of her hand. She pulls you up with her, your body molding against hers as you lean into her side, your head resting against her shoulder.

The scent of your arousal is thick in the air, your heavy breathing filling the silence as you recover. Wanda lets out a satisfied hum, her hand once again making its way to your bare thigh, her fingers squeezing. This time, the action is comforting and possessive.

“Perfect,” Wanda murmurs, and you nod your head.

“Yes,” you say, smiling at her. “You are.”

Wanda picks up the book from earlier, smoothing out the slightly crumpled page, her face flushed and green eyes bright as she rakes her gaze across your spent body. Her pupils dilate again, your clit throbbing at the look in her eyes.

“We’re not done with the chapter yet, darling.”

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parkers-gal · 2 months ago

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A touch starved Bucky that slowly warms up ;)

❤️

i wasn't sure if you wanted smut or fluff so i made this fluffyyyy i hope u like it !!! <333 i might add a little more later or smth idk yet

touch starved J.B.

pairing: bucky barnes x avengers!reader, f!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: (newly) established relationship

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it started with a simple brush up on his arm. innocently, it happened in the kitchen while you grabbed a bowl from the cabinet beside bucky. so brief you hadn’t even noticed it, but bucky did. he was frozen in place, feet planted to the floor, eyes practically bulging. but you didn’t react, merely continuing your conversation with steve who sat across the counter eating a bowl of oatmeal.

“you okay, honey?” your voice rang in his ears a few moments later.

shaking off his dumbstruck state, he manages to answer. “yeah.” a sip of his coffee solidifies his response.

what was that?

he can’t shake the thought.

why did that happen? i can take bullets but not the feel of her fingers?

he was too embarrassed to bother asking you.

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sitting around the large dining table, a pack of cards lay sprawled across the top, poker chips in the middle. wanda and natasha had made various drinks, bucky sporting a beer beside you. absentmindedly, he started playing with one of his chips, right hand rolling it around and clicking it against the table. you turned towards the noise. softly, you grabbed your boyfriend's hand, playing with his fingers as he dropped the chip.

his eyes shift down to where your fingers skid across his palm, lightly caressing the skin.

“you’re up, barnes,” clint interrupts, laughing with sam about something.

he throws a chip into the pile, taking a swig from the bottle of brew, left hand around the neck.

picking up on his tense shoulders and the shift in his eyes, you lean towards him. “am i making you uncomfortable?” you nod towards your hands, laid out on the table intertwined. “i can stop if you want to, i’m sorry.”

“no! no, no,” he rushes out, almost too loudly. bucky clears his throat, cheeks heating up. “i… i like it.”

a small grin beams on your face, happy at the sudden news. “okay.” you lean a little more, just enough to kiss his bicep.

“i raise you two dollars.” you announce, turning back towards the table and throwing some chips towards the growing pile in the center.

a few people groan at your words. you let go of bucky’s hand to shuffle through your cards, smiling to yourself and placing them face down, confident in your cards. he looks longingly down at his hand, now absent of your warmth. momentarily, you notice the look on his face, but your attention is pulled when steve starts talking to you.

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you’re lounging on the couch when bucky strolls in with steve, boots softly thudding on the floor. looking up from your book, you greet them with a smile.

“hey, guys. what’s up?”

steve returns your smile, “just got through debriefing for the next mission.”

you hum in acknowledgment. “i hope it isn’t anything too crazy.” you look at bucky when you say it. he smiles a little, nodding at you.

“okay, i gotta help sam with some new combination he wants to try out.” steve shrugs, turning to walk away from you two. “something about launching off the shield.” he laughs. bucky looks at him quizzically but you laugh along.

“sounds like sam.” you say your goodbyes to steve, watching as bucky awkwardly stands beside the couch. “wanna watch a movie in my room?” you offer, wanting to get away.

he appreciates how hard you try to make him comfortable, knowing he’s not too keen on public affection. he wants to show you off, but he’s not quite there yet.

“i’d like that.”

“okay!” you chirp, abandoning your book on the coffee table and moving towards bucky. you hold his upper arm, left hand reaching down to lace your fingers with his. “is this okay?”

he sucks in a breath, dumfounded. “more than okay,” he manages to utter, admiring the smile you give him while nudging the two of you towards the hallway.

“how long is the mission?”

“hm? oh,” he squeezes your hand unintentionally. you squeeze right back, and his heart beats wildly at the gesture. “bout a week and a half. nothing too crazy.”

“i’ll miss you,” you pout, pulling him into your room. “boots off.”

grabbing the remote, you crawl across the bed to your spot, patting next to you. bucky obliges, removing his shoes and sitting beside you, shoulder to shoulder. you scoot a little closer, thigh brushing against his as you flick through movie options.

bucky swallows thickly, breath lodged in his throat. you reach over to the nightstand to grab something, and your thigh leaves its place beside his. he frowns when it doesn’t return – you’ve readjusted.

“what about- what’s wrong?” you look at him worriedly. he’s not looking at you, still staring down at his leg where you touched him.

pursing his lips, he glances at you. “uhm…” he trails off, not sure what to say. you scoot closer as you had just done moments ago, and when your thigh sits up against bucky’s, you watch as his shoulders deflate in relief, a certain sparkle in his eyes.

“bucky?” your voice is almost a whisper.

“yeah?”

“do you like when i touch you?”

he looks as though he’s a child just being caught sneaking candy out. you continue.

“do you want me to keep touching you?”

after a beat, he nods. “i want you to touch me all the time.”

“oh.” your hand reaches out for his, lacing your fingers and resting them in his lap. “i had no idea.”

he looks almost apologetic. “i really like when you touch me.” he confesses, biting the inside of his cheek. “i can’t- i don’t know…”

you shush him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “i just thought you weren’t very affectionate. i didn’t want to push.”

his shoulders slump a little. “i’ve never… experienced affection like this before.”

“oh.”

silently, you pivot your body, one leg reaching across his lap until you're straddling him. his eyes grow wide. pulling both his hands towards you, you guide them to your waist. it’s comfortable, and you don’t push for anything else.

“i’ll just love on you a little, see how you feel about it. ‘kay?”

eyes still wide, he nods.

“i’m gonna kiss you now.”

another nod has you quietly giggling. shifting forward slightly, you feel his fingertips squeeze your waist a little. he’s trying to ground himself.

cupping his face, you drag your thumb gently across his jaw and cheek, ruffling through the scruff of his beard. you place a light kiss on his chin, then his nose, then his forehead, soft and protective. when you pull back to look at him, his eyes are dilated; he’s practically high on you, reveling in the intimacy. your thumb grazes his bottom lip, watching it glide.

when your lips connect, bucky inhales sharply but he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back. your hand moves from his jaw to the back of his head, playing with the loose strands of hair. he tugs you closer, flesh hand settling on your lower back. when you pull apart, you’re both out of breath and you slump onto his chest, nuzzling in the crook of his neck.

bucky breaks the silence after a little while.

“i feel like… now that i know what it’s like i’ll never be able to live without it.”

humming, you squeeze his middle, hugging the super soldier. “does that mean you want me to be affectionate all the time?”

“is that okay?”

you lean up, pecking his lips. he smiles, a little shy but it’s overpowered by his yearning for you. you smile right back.

“more than okay.”

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w4ndal0ver · 7 months ago

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Good Wives Always Know (Wanda x Agatha x Reader)

[minors don't interact, 18+]

pairing: daddy!agatha x mommy!wanda x sub!reader

summary: You didn’t really know what you were expecting when Agatha and Wanda found out you were casually seeing them both at the same time, but you didn’t think it would end up like this.

content warnings: daddy!agatha, mommy!wanda, humiliation, degradation, praise, choking, breath play, nipple play, vibrator use, strap use, spanking, double penetration, strap sucking, power imbalance, bondage, oral sex, fingering, anal sex, spitting, probably more but read at your own discretion! <3

word count: 7k

Good Wives Always Know (Wanda x Agatha x Reader)

You tugged against the restraints tied harshly around your wrists, your face flushed as you were sat naked, wrists tied to either side of the headboard of your bed, the two women looking over you dressed completely. You couldn’t believe you’d been caught, you didn’t expect them to ever find out that you were simultaneously seeing them both. While you’d never confirmed exclusivity to either woman, with the dynamic you shared with both individually it was probably expected.

“Oh honey, you really thought you could keep this little game going forever? Did you honestly believe we wouldn’t find out.” Wanda coos, perching to the left side of you, smiling in her sickeningly sweet way, her fingers brushing over your burning cheek.

“Of course she thought that.” Agatha laughs, her chuckle a menacing contrast to Wanda’s calming demeanor. “Look at her Wanda, this little slut probably thought she was being clever.” You whined at the pet name, but your cheeks flushing scarlet as Wanda’s eyes opened wider at the contrast in how your other woman speaks to you, a stark difference to the dynamic you shared with her.

“I just don’t understand how you found the time baby. Keeping up with me and Agatha.” Wanda spoke, her voice deceptively soft as her head tilts to meet your shamed gaze. “That’s quite the schedule.

“Time? Oh, please.” Agatha cut in again, neither woman allowing you to speak, “She was probably slipping out of my bed and straight into yours, isn’t that right pet?” With that question she grasps your chin, pulling your face towards hers, her lips pursed as you glares down at you, her hand forcing you to nod in response to her question. You didn’t dare speak, you didn’t even know what to say.

“Now, now, let's not scare her too much. She’s not used to being called out, are you, sweet girl?” Wanda protests, her hand falling onto your thigh and giving you an encouraging squeeze. The combination of both women was turning your brain completely fuzzy as you felt yourself slipping into a submissive role that was being torn between both dynamics.

“Sweet? There's nothing sweet about her.” Agatha spits, releasing you from her grip, slapping you hard across the face, the noise alone drawing an elicit moan from your lips before you allow your head to drop, your hair falling across your face. “She’s a dirty little whore who thought she could have it all. Look at her now, squirming like the pathetic mess she is.”

“Let’s not be too hard on her, Agatha.” Wanda pouts, her fingers stroking through your sweat sodden hair. “She’s just inexperienced.”

“Inexperienced?” Agatha scoffs, the rage on her cheeks growing, “She’s been playing this game for ages. We’re just the ones to catch her.” This time, Agatha's hand found its way around your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck at your lack of response to any of their questions, even if they hadn’t given you the time to respond.

“I’m sorry.” You squeak, gasping on the words that get caught in your restricted throat.

“Sorry? You’re not sorry, you like playing games, don’t you slut?” Her grip returns harsher and you whine against the palm of her hand, your hips involuntarily bucking upwards.

“I didn’t-” You struggle breathlessly, trying to respond but you’re unable to underneath the brunettes pressure against your throat.

“Shh, sweet thing, let Agatha have her fun.” Wanda cuts you off, her voice soothing but taunting at the same time. “She’s just upset because you’ve been so naughty. She only wants to teach you how to behave.”

A wicked grin spreads across Agatha’s face as she loosens her grip and you splutter at the sudden rush of air. She doesn’t let you go completely, enough to let you catch your breath but still hold you captive against the mattress. “Oh, I’m not done yet. But don’t worry pet, you’ll learn. You’re going to beg us to teach you more by the time we’re through.” Her voice drips with disdain as she lets her other hand trace down your body, stopping just above your waist.

You feel your skin begin to heat up with both fear and desire, your words unable to contain themselves. “I don’t want to, please, don’t-” You start to squirm under her grip, feeling trapped but exhilarated, your hands tugging harder against the restraints.

“Stop pretending. You want this and don’t you dare act innocent now when you’ve been sneaking behind our backs.” Agatha’s voice rises in anger again, eyes darkening with jealousy as she looks at Wanda, the soft glow of the redhead's eyes beaming down on you doing nothing but spurring her on.

“I didn’t mean to, I just wanted you both, I didn’t know-” Your words begin to trail off as you realise how desperate you sound with both women on either side of you, both with their hands on different parts of your body.

Wanda smiles at the admission, her fingers caressing your face as she leans back just slightly to give Agatha more space. “Oh baby, we know. You just don’t know how to pick one, do you.” Her voice was laced with sweet mockery now, your cheeks glowing pink as her tone began to change, a switch up that you were all too well acquaintanced with. “But now, you’ll learn what happens when you can’t choose. You belong to us, whether you like it or not.”

Agatha's lips curl into a smirk as she leans in, bringing her face close to yours, her voice a sharp whisper, “You don’t get to play both sides anymore, you’re ours now, and we’ll make sure you know exactly what that means.” You whine at her words, her hand inching closer to where you needed her, the exchanges between the two women had made you more desperate than you could ever imagine, arousal dripping down the lengths of your inner thighs.

“Do you understand sweetheart?” Wanda asks carefully, her fingers brushing your goosebumped skin, the pads of her fingertips edging towards your aching nipples.

“Yes Mommy.” You reply, your lips rolling against each other as Agatha smirks down at you, her fingers pressing down into your pubic bone, hard enough to leave white marks into your skin.

“How cute, you’ve got your Mommy and your Daddy.” Agatha smirks, not knowing Wanda’s title to you until your shamed admission through glossy eyes as you can’t pick someone to focus on. “Now your Mommy has been telling me some things about you and how much of a greedy slut you are with her, hm?” Even Wanda squirmed slightly at Agatha’s words, but you, you were a whimpering mess underneath them both.

“I don’t, I’m not-” You exclaim, batting your eyelashes at Wanda who didn’t give you any soft and calming looks back.

“You’ve never touched her have you?” Agatha states, two fingers reaching down to stroke the length of your cunt, spreading you apart and gathering your arousal onto her fingers. You shake your head, both you and Wanda knowing that their dynamic was different to yours and Agathas. “But that's what she’s good for Wanda, she's such a good little fucktoy when she wants to be, I use her all the time you should try her.”

With her words, the pressure of her fingertips grew stronger, planting lazy circles against your clit, being spoken about like you’re not there, not getting the attention that you want was driving you insane. You tried everything to snap them back to you, lifting your hips, trying to get the friction that you desperately craved, but Agatha was good at ignoring you.

“You’re going to show your Mommy how good that tongue of yours is.” Agatha orders, casually removing her hand from between your legs despite your whines of protest, untying the restraints that had held you captive. As soon as you’d been let free, her hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, shoving you onto your knees.

As Wanda stood, she unbuckled her belt, removed her trousers and her laced underwear, positioning herself in front of your hung face, her legs open and you were practically drooling at the sight of her opened up in front of you, her arousal reflecting the light.

“Go on honey, I give you permission.” Wanda spoke calmly, watching as Agatha positioned herself behind you, unknowingly to you. You couldn’t care what Agatha was doing as the permission to touch her was the only thing you could focus on. You didn’t know what Wanda liked, but you just performed what Agatha had taught you when you first met, your tongue licking wide strokes up and down the length of her pussy, groaning at the taste of her.

Just as you started to drive circles into Wanda’s clit with the tip of your tongue, you felt Agatha’s hand collide harshly with your ass, an unexpected moan forced its way through your lips, vibrating conveniently against Wanda’s cunt.

“You’ve been seeing your Mommy for ten weeks behind Daddy’s back, so you’re getting ten.” Agatha announces, delivering another quick spank to the other cheek. You moaned again, this time you were joined with a high pitched groan from Wanda, who had fallen back on her arms, her hips lifting to meet where your tongue was circling lightly against your clit.

“Oh baby you’re making Mommy feel so good.” Wanda gasped as your circles got harder and tighter. Agatha delivered two more spanks to you and you groan increasingly louder with each one and the redhead’s hands fall into the locks of your hair, forcing your face closer to her arousal. You started to suck against her clit, your rhythm being put off once again by another spank.

“You make Mommy sound so pretty with that whore mouth of yours.” Agatha comments and even Wanda whines at the remark, her cheeks flushed and her neck strained as show throws her head back in pure ecstasy. “Look at your Mommy when you make her cum.” She forces your head up, your tongue remaining firmly against Wanda’s clit, the redhead trembling in front of you as Agatha smacks your ass another three times in quick succession was enough to make you fall apart in between them both.

You could feel Wanda shaking around you, her thighs clenching harder around your face as Agatha spanked you for the penultimate time. Wanda’s chest rose as you sucked against her clit, grazing your teeth over her nub and that was all she needed, she came tumbling over the edge with a pornographic moan, her hands still buried in your hair as she continued to grind against your tongue as she worked herself through her orgasm.

Just as you leaned away from her, Agatha slapped your ass harder than she ever had before you and groaned in pain, trying to scurry away from her, but she had a tight grip on your thighs, keeping you in place.

“God your Daddy was right, you are incredible with your tongue.” Wanda praises, changing her position so she’s lying next to you, her hands caressing the red marks left by Agatha. You pout at the redhead, knowing that you could get yourself out of this punishment if you kept acting sweet and innocent, but Agatha would never fall for it. You were right, of course.

Agatha flips you onto your back, laying you down harshly against the matress. “Don’t give into her Wanda, she wanted our attention and now she’s got it so let’s see how much she can take.” You watch as Agatha reaches for her wand, handing it over to Wanda and you feel your body squirm as your mind flicks to the countless times Wanda has punished you with this toy, edging you over and over until you’re a pathetic mess begging her to let you come.

“Come on sweetheart, you know you have to be punished so take it like a good girl.” Wanda beams, her smile calming you as Agatha pries open your legs, holding one so you can’t escape from what was about to happen. You hear the vibrations before you feel them, the anticipation making your body tremble as the brunettes' nails dug harshly into your upper thigh.

Wanda moves the vibrator an inch so it's pressed lightly up against your clit and you whine so desperately to the pleasure that was coursing through your body. You were already so desperate, your arousal leaking and smothering your thighs from being spanked so harshly, your clit pulsating against the vibrations as Wanda pressed the head of the toy harder against you.

Agatha started to play with your hardened nipples, she was never gentle with you. Her nails were scratching against your nubs, her fingers rolling them harshly. The addition of Agatha’s harsh pulls and twists against your breasts and the increasing vibrations pulsating through your cunt was bringing you unashamedly close to the edge as your thighs begin to tremble, Agatha slaps your erect nipple, making you gasp and try not to tumble over the edge. Before you could even think about it, Wanda removed the vibrator from you, her familiar mockingly sad pout looming over you as Agatha continued to play with your nipples.

Wanda gives you a few seconds to reset before placing the vibrator back against your clit as your hips buck subconsciously to meet the toy. “Do you like being the center of attention? Having both of us watching your every move?” Wanda asks, her voice slick with a sweet mockery of your current state as you nod so hard you almost pass out.

“Oh she loves it. Look at her.” Agatha jeers, leaning down to bite your right nipple, drawing a high pitched squeal from your throat, “She’s practically begging for more.”

You felt yourself getting close again, but before you could get there Wanda removed the vibrator once more. You were frustrated, your cheeks flushed, your forehead slick with sweat. You start whining but Agatha grasps your mouth with her flat palm, forcing your whines to be muffled by her strop grip as Wanda places the vibrator against you again.

You get close embarrassingly fast, not being given enough time to recover. You start trembling and moaning against Agatha’s hand, but before you are given any sort of release the vibrator is removed from you again. Wanda can’t help but laugh at your body sprawled across the mattress, Agatha’s fingers still pulling at your nipples.

“Please Mommy, I can’t, I need to come, please.” You beg, knowing that it usually worked with Wanda, tactfully choosing not to address Agatha because you know what the answer would be.

“Okay sweetheart, this time you can come for Mommy okay.” You nod enthusiastically, opening your legs up wider and you can hear Agatha scoff in disbelief at how easily Wanda had caved from one line of pathetic begging. You felt the vibrator again, this time your body relaxed into it, allowing the pleasure to take over your body. You were a stuttering mess, your body squirming despite both womens harsh grips on your skin in an attempt to keep you still.

This time when you get close, you let your body take over and the orgasm rips fiercely through your body, your muscles contorting from the relief of frustration. Just as Wanda went to turn the vibrator off, Agatha grabs if from Wanda, finding the dial and turning it up to the maximum speed and pressing it hard against your sensitive clit.

“No way, Daddy is not letting you get off that easy.” Agatha smirks as you do everything you can to get away from the strength of the toy that was being pressed so harshly against you it was painful. Your legs start thrashing against the bed, but Agatha doesn’t stop, she just laughs at your struggle.

“Please forgive me Daddy, I can’t” You whine desperately, tears forming in your eyes as another painful orgasm rushed through your body against your will, but she still doesn’t give in, she keeps her strong grip on the vibrator, not allowing you to escape from her.

“You know the word if you can’t do it.” Agatha says, waiting impatiently for a safeword to come out of your mouth, but as she expected, she was met with radio silence, “Yeah thats what I thought you fucking whore, take it like the little slut you are for Daddy.” Agatha laughs as she pushes even harder and you scream in desperation as you feel another orgasm getting dangerously close to your sensitive cunt, you weren’t even sure if you could manage another one.

Wanda started to draw circles into your skin, her instincts kicking in when she sees a tear stream down your face. She goes to wipe it from your cheek, but Agatha stops her with her spare hand. “Look at how pathetic she looks when she cries, she’s so easy to break.” Agatha says as more tears stream down your cheeks. Wanda manages to brush a few away from your cheek much to Agatha’s distaste.

“I’ve never seen her like this before, she looks so helpless.” Wanda comments as your body shakes underneath the vibrator, the pain and pleasure combining too much and you’re so overstimulated you can’t help but let the tears fall.

“Helpless? No doll, she’s nothing more than our slutty little toy and she’s ours to break, look at her, it's pathetic.” With that, she spits at you, her saliva mixing with your tears on your face. This time you’re met with Wanda looking down at you, a satisfied hum leaving her throat as she finally sees what Agatha means. You were done for, if Agatha could convert Wanda so easily, you didn’t know if you’d ever get out of it.

“I can’t do it Daddy, I’m so close I can’t do it again.” You whine in desperation as another orgasm tried to break you, but you were holding it back so you didn’t have to feel the sensitivity afterwards again.

“God you’re so pathetic.” Agatha growls, turning the vibrator off and you can breathe again, your aching cunt dripping down onto the bed sheets. You’re barely given a moment to recover before Agatha is unbuckling her belt and forcing you up onto your knees. “It’s a shame, I was going to fuck you after one more orgasm.” Agatha laughed, motioning towards your favourite purple strap that was waiting for you, already attached to the harness.

“No wait Daddy, Please I’ll do it, I’m sorry.” You whine, you knew this was Agatha messing with your head but your fuzzy state of mind couldn’t see past it, the only thing you knew how to do was beg, even if they called you pathetic. She ignored your attempts, holding her belt between her hands before buckling it back around your hands as she tugged them behind your back, tightening it so you couldn’t move them. You winced at the stretch, but you got no sympathy in return.

“No its okay sweetheart, you can watch while Mommy gets fucked by Daddy instead of you.” Wanda coos and you could have almost combusted on the spot. You try to move, but your hands behind your back put you off balance and you realise your fate as Agatha slips herself into the harness, lubing it up as Wanda arches her back on the mattress. You couldn’t even whine anymore, your silence was astronomical as you watched the scene play out in front of you.

Agatha isn’t rough with Wanda, she treats her with respect, knowing the redhead deserved it. “Agatha, no teasing.” Wanda demands as she feels the head of the strap rubbing against her pussy, and Agatha immediately complies, pushing the length of the cock inside of her and relishing in the pornographic sounds that erupted from the redhead's mouth. Wanda’s fingernails dug into the bedsheets, gripping fistfuls of the duvet underneath her as she felt Agatha’s hips begin to thrust gently into her.

“Fuck you’re so tight for me,” Agatha groans, finding the strength to double her efforts and thrust harder into the redhead, feeling how desperate she was for her. “Makes a change fucking someone who isn’t a pathetic fucktoy.” Agatha shoots her words at you as she squirm against the mattress, your knees begin to ache and your shoulders pulling backwards at un uncomforting level. “You like watching Daddy fuck Mommy huh?” Agatha asks you and Wanda’s blissed out face turns to look at you writhing in your restraints.

“Let me see how wet you are, open those legs for Mommy.” Wanda manages to get out in a fairly casual manner considering Agatha is basically pounding into her now, her hands on her waist, forcing her back onto her cock to meet her thrusts. You do as she says, the wet patch forming underneath you a good enough indicator of how much this was turning you on.

At the sight of you, to Wanda’s delight, Agatha got rougher with her thrusts, her hand snaking round her body to circle her clit with the tips of two of her fingers. That was all it took, Wanda came crashing around the brunette's cock, her moans unashamedly loud and Agatha looks fairly satisfied with both of your reactions. Before she had a chance to pull out, Wanda lifted her body up with Agatha’s cock still buried inside of her, turning her head to place a kiss against her lips.

That was only the beginning as the brunette reciprocated, grabbing the back of her neck and tracing her tongue against the surface of Wanda’s, both of them moaning into each other's mouths as Wanda grinded against the base of the strap. That turned you on more than watching them have sex, the way they moulded together in a fierce fight of dominance. Your desperate whines pull them away from each other, both their eyes falling on you.

To your disappointment, Agatha shimmied her way out of her harness, leaving her wearing her shirt and laced underwear, a small damp patch revealing itself to you and you were ready to give Agatha everything you know she needed. The brunette watched as you licked your lips at the sight of her dampened underwear and she stripped them from her cunt, throwing them to the side before guiding you onto your front, your hands still restrained behind your back.

“You’re going to make Daddy come as a thank you from me sweetheart.” Wanda said, tucking your hair behind your ear, as Agatha leaned backwards, her legs spread as the redhead helped you into position. She undoes the belt, allowing you to lean on your elbows as you kiss Agatha’s clit, her arousal seeping into your lips. She didn’t like it when you rushed, and you knew how desperate she was for it and how you’d be more likely to get what you want if you please her.

“Put that mouth to good use slut.” Agatha growls through her desperation, scratching her nails through your hair and digging into your scalp to keep your face in position as you lick swirls through her folds. Unlike Wanda, Agatha rarely made a sound, she just went silent, her eyes always remaining on you through hooded eyes, giving you no satisfaction for making her cum.

“While you make your Daddy feel good, we’re going to show her what we like to do together when you’re really desperate.” Wanda breathes into your ear, her body slick against yours, biting your earlobe before grabbing your ass and your eyes widened as your tongue worked hard against Agatha’s wet cunt. “Because I can feel how desperate you are.” Wanda smirked, two fingers reaching for your entrance, swiping at your dripping arousal before sucking her fingers into her mouth to taste your desperation plain and simple.

She starts to push her fingers towards your entrance, before she stops, gathering enough arousal between her fingertips before allowing one of them to graze the rim of your second hole and you groan into Agatha’s pussy, the vibrations making her legs twitch. “You want me in here, don't you love.” Wanda teased, pressing lightly against your asshole, something which you’d never let Agatha do. You nod, your tongue beginning large circles around Agatha’s clit, still remaining slow and composed against her cunt, knowing better than to speed up without instruction.

“I wanna show Daddy.” You say, lifting up to take a breath, but you were immediately forced back down by Agatha’s quick hands and your tongue knows to continue before your brain can tell you to.

You could feel Wanda shifting her weight behind you before palming the soft skin of your ass a few times before spreading it. The sound which left your mouth and reverberated off of Agatha’s cunt as Wanda pressed her tongue against your asshole was bordering on humiliating. You pussy clenched around nothing, aching at the way she teased your rim.

Wanda hummed against your skin before pulling back to rub a slick finger against it. “You take it so well, don’t you? You like getting your ass fucked by Mommy?”

The flush she brought to your cheeks had you squirming, but your tongue remained present on Agatha’s clit, the tug she had on your hair made you speed up just a fraction, the tremble in her thighs spurring you on.

Wanda reached round your body to circle your clit in order to distract you from the way her fingertip dipped inside. She was efficient with it, working it deeper and deeper until you could feel her knuckle against your skin. Your pussy tightened with every gentle thrust as she worked, dripping down to where her other hand slid across your clit.

By the time she lined a second finger alongside the first, Agatha was letting out the prettiest little grunts. You watched for a while, enjoying the rock of her hips and the wet noises your tongue made against her heat. You groaned desperately when you felt Wanda’s second finger stretching deep inside of you.

She was working hard to stretch you out, knowing what would be coming next, but you didn’t. Before you could even question why Wanda was preparing you up, Agatha’s chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace and her hands in your hair gripped tightly and you knew she was close. You continued the exact rhythm you’d found with your tongue and within a few seconds Agatha’s thighs were trembling before trapping your head between her legs while you sent her over the edge with a few breathy moans, your head transfixed into face as Wanda stretched you out with her two fingers.

As soon as Agatha recovered, Wanda gently pulled out of you and before you could protest at the emptiness, the brunette pulled you onto her body, colliding her lips with yours so she could taste herself on your tongue.

“Are you ready to make it up to us like the dirty little whore you are?” Agatha pulled away and whispered into your ear. You nodded desperately and before you could move yourself, Agatha grabbed a fistfull of your hair and forced you onto the floor on your already sore knees. You grunted at the pain, but you received nothing as you watched both women put on harnesses, Agatha's purple one a lot bigger than Wanda’s pale pink dildo.

You sat and waited in anticipation, falling against the heels of your feet, your hands remaining on your thighs. Both women, strapped up, sit themselves next to each other at the foot of the bed, looking down at you on your knees.

“She’s got so much potential, doesn’t she?” Wanda said and your face flushed pink at the praise, your eyes meeting Wanda’s and you were met with the kind gentle face you were used to.

“Potential?” Agatha scoffed, “Sure, if you mean as a toy for us to use.” Your face flushed a darker red, changing your gaze to meet Agatha’s unforgiving smirk. “Come on slut , you know what to do.” Agatha smiled, looking down at her cock, waiting for you to clasp your lips around it.

So you do exactly that, taking just the head into your mouth, licking around the top as if she could actually feel it before bobbing your head down further to take as much of her in as you could. Once you’d adjusted, she grabbed your hair, pushing you further down the shaft until you choked and spluttered against the strap. She lets you up for air, before Wanda guides your face towards her cock, gently forcing you to do the same thing on her. You oblige, not once closing your mouth as the two women take turns in having your lips around their cocks.

“Oh you poor thing,” Wanda cooed as tears began to stream down your face as you spluttered around her dildo for the second time, before Agatha grabs you and forces her cock into your mouth with a harsh thrust. The ache in your core growing and growing. “You needed two of us to take charge and put you in your place, didn’t you.” Despite Agatha's cock sliding further down your throat you manage to nod at Wanda's words.

“And this is your place, desperately sucking on Mommy and Daddy’s cocks before we fuck you with them.” Agatha jeers and the words make you choke and they stop. You sit against your heels again, a mixture of saliva and tears running down your face as you look up at both of them who just look so unbelievably satisfied with themselves. They’d almost broken you.

You get pulled back up onto the bed, forced onto your front so your head is buried in the pillows that had fallen out of place into the middle of the bed. Wanda shifted behind you, swinging a leg over your own and steadying herself with a hand against your back. Agatha walks around the side of the bed, sitting against the end, right next to where your head was lying.

Slick fingers pressed into your asshole again, Wanda was relatively careful, checking with you over and over that you could take her fingers with relative ease before the blunt head of her toy pressed against your rim.

“Don’t be shy.” Wanda encouraged, looking at how your face was being pushed into the pillows.

“Daddy wants to see your face when she fills up your ass.” Agatha snarked from above and as much as you rolled your eyes, there was no getting away from it as two fingers pressed under your chin and she forced you to look directly into her eyes.

The slightest increase against your asshole and you were fighting Agatha’s grip, not able to keep eye contact, but she was firm on you looking at her as Wanda’s hand groped at your asscheek, spreading you even wider so she could see you stretch around the tip of her cock.

Wanda pressed deeper, but not by much. Her hands wrapped around your hips, caressing the skin while her cock rocked gently.

“More please Mommy.” You grunt, pressing your ass back to heighten the intensity. You met Agatha’s smirk and with a few more gentle rocks you whined at the feeling of her hips pressed against your ass, the way her strap stretched around you, and the clench of your empty pussy. There was a temptation to bury your face into the pillows, but you’d never seen Agatha’s eyes light up the way they were right now.

“Tell Daddy how much you like it when Mommy fucks you like this.” Wanda gasps, wrapping her hands around your hips, working her cock steadily until there was no stretch to speak of, just the rhythmic shift of her.

“I love it when Mommy fucks me like this.” You stutter through breathy moans, but there was a reason Agatha had started moving towards you and you knew what was coming.

You were aware of how your cunt was dripping onto the sheets, your spread knees meaning it had no stimulation whatsoever as Wanda fucked your other hole. Agatha kneed her way closer, “Look at you, this is the sluttiest I’ve ever seen you.”

You whine as you let their hands coax you up until you are sandwiched between them. Your back arched, pressing your bare chest against Agatha as she pushed the pillows out of the way. One hand held her shoulder, the other reaching back to feel Wanda's strong grip on your hip as she kept her gentle rhythm.

“You’re dripping you fucking whore.” Agatha sneered, teasing your opening with her fingers. Her grin was wolfish and unforgiving.

“Daddy.” You panted.

Her fingers pulled back to circle over your drowned clit, just the slick slip of her skin against yours was driving you insane. She was drinking in the desperate buck of your hips as the head of her cock brushed past your folds as Wanda kept a tight grip of you as she fucked your ass.

“Please Daddy, I wanna be full, I want both of you inside of me-”

Before you can finish begging, Agatha guides her strap into your entrance and your eyes roll to the back of your head, your skull resting back on Wanda’s shoulder as Agatha works her way inside of you, both of them finding the same rhythm with each other.

“You’re so lucky to have both of us, you know that right?” Wanda pants as she watches in awe at the way your body trembled as both women thrust inside of you at the same time.

“Fuck yes.” You gasped.

You could barely breathe, you could’ve cried at the sensation. Not fast or aimed enough to be pleasurable, but deep enough to make you crave them both. Every shift of Agatha’s cock inside of you was a reminder of the other one.

“You act like a whore you get treated like a whore, is that why you did this?” Agatha asks, leaning down between thrusts to lick at your nipples teasingly while her hand dipped between your legs and kindly circled your clit. You nod, earning you a swift sharp thrust into your pussy making you whine in pleasure as they sped up their adjoined rhythm. “You’re nothing but our filthy whore, this is what you deserve, this is what you were made for, having all your holes filled like this.”

“I’m so full.” You whined, feeling the low thrum of an orgasm approaching, but every time you felt it you couldn’t chase it because of a different sensation on your body.

“Not full enough.” Agatha growled into your skin, her fingers tracing your lips before you allowed her in, your tongue immediately sucking at her fingers. “My god, you’re so fucking dirty.” She breathed, looking at the way your body was crumbling under the pressure. Agatha held your hips and started bucking up harder into you and you keened at the rough treatment, but once Wanda matched the relentless pace, the feeling had your eyes squeezed shut.

“You let us do whatever we want to you. Good little girl.” Wanda praised as you kept getting louder and louder, no longer caring what you sounded like. They were both working in and out, but once Agatha’s fingers found your clit again and rubbed tight pressured circles against it, you felt your body untense as the pain subsided and all you could feel was an intense amount of pleasure. But it was too much, there was no way you would ever catch up to the orgasm that kept building and fading.

“We’re not going to stop. You can be a good whore and come on our cocks now, or you can take it for another hour, we can do this all day.” Agatha spat, getting impatient with your disobedience, but Wanda traced love hearts on your back and the combination of the two relaxed you.

“Breathe, just take it honey.” Wanda whispered, and it took a second for your brain to kick into gear again, to fight the fuzziness that was stopping your orgasm.

“Oh fuck Mommy I’m-” You gasped, “Daddy please can I-”

“Oh I know.” You could hear the smile on Wanda’s face.

“You better come like a filthy little whore all over our cocks,” Agatha ordered, rocking you up and down until your brain went blank and the sheer height of it took over. “Now.”

You felt like you were there forever, eyes squeezed shut, nails dug into both womens arms. After a few more thrusts and circles of your clit, it all crashed down. Burning hot pleasure ripped up your spine in controllable waves, the heat between your legs spreading everywhere. They didn’t pull out until you were jerking violently, painfully aware of how tight you were clenched around you.

They gave you a minute before warning you that they were pulling out and you fell against the mattress in a pathetic sweat, your body shaking as the two women took off their harnesses and sat enveloping you between them.

Agatha was the first to get you water, her harsher techniques meaning her aftercare was incredibly important to her. She helped you sip it slowly while Wanda cradled you in her arms.

“You know we’re thankful you were two timing us, right?” Agatha laughed, kissing your sodden forehead, brushing your wet hair from your face.

“So wait, I don't have to choose?” You say in a thankful shock, leaning into both women.

“Haven’t we just proved you can have both of us.” Wanda said, her head cocked to the side and her eyebrow raised as the flush of your cheeks.

“Like we said, you’re ours now.” Agatha smirked, twirling your hair around her fingers. “Come on let's get you cleaned up.”

“Give me a minute, I don’t think I can walk.”

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Punish, Praise, Repeat

WandaNat x Agathario x Reader

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You knew you were in trouble the second Rio walked in.

No one said anything — they didn’t have to. The look on her face did all the talking. That little tilt of her head, the cocky smirk that said oh, you thought you were getting away with that, and the slow drag of her thumb across her bottom lip, eyes already on your legs like they were her property.

Then came Agatha. Unbothered, in silk. She didn’t even glance at you as she sat, long legs crossed, wine glass in hand like you were something she’d come back to when she was ready. She was always the scariest when she was quiet.

Nat leaned against the wall next. Smirking. Arms crossed. “Look who suddenly remembers we exist,” she said, low and dry. “Should we clap? Or make her beg?”

And Wanda? Oh, Wanda just smiled.

Not nice.

Not sweet.

But pretty. Dangerous. The kind of smile that meant she already had a plan, and it was going to wreck you in the prettiest way possible.

“Get on your knees,” she said.

You opened your mouth — maybe to sass, maybe to plead — but Nat was already behind you, one hand in your hair. Not hard. Not rough. But firm. Enough to make your breath catch.

“You don’t get to talk, baby. Not yet,” she whispered against your ear.

And just like that, you were back in your place. Right where they wanted you.

Natasha's hand stayed in your hair. Gentle, but immovable. “Aw. Look at her. Already squirming.”

Wanda crouched in front of you, like she had all the time in the world. Her manicured fingers skimmed up the side of your jaw, tilting your face toward her. “I think she forgot the rules,” she murmured, mock-pouting. “Didn’t we say no touching yourself without permission?”

“Three times,” Agatha said from behind her glass, voice like ice water down your spine.

You shivered. Not from fear. Not exactly.

Wanda’s smile widened. “So we agree,” she said lightly, eyes still locked on yours. “She doesn’t deserve to be touched. At least… not until she’s worked for it.”

Natasha leaned in, breath hot against your neck. “How many does she owe us?”

“One each,” Rio said, bored, like this was just an agenda item on her list. “Make her earn it.”

And that’s how you found yourself on your knees, flushed and shaking, while Wanda pressed two fingers to your bottom lip and cooed, “Open, sweetheart.”

You did. Of course you did.

“Good girl,” she purred. “Now let’s see if that mouth is good for more than just pouting.”

Natasha laughed. Low and dark. “Spoiled little thing,” she said, unzipping her jeans. “Bet she thought one kiss and a few whines were gonna get her off tonight.”

“Not tonight,” Wanda whispered. Her fingers eased past your lips, and she dragged them slow over your tongue — not because she needed to. Because she could. “Tonight, she serves.”

And baby, you served.

Wanda fucks your mouth with her fingers, Natasha touches you all over. They whisper threats between kisses, their hands dragging down your back to keep you still. Natasha was all bite and bruises, Wanda was all heat and simply knowing. Together, they unraveled you like they’d written the manual.

Your knees ached. Your mouth was raw from Wanda's fingers. But the ache between your legs? Unmatched.

You moaned against Wanda’s fingers as Natasha gripped your jaw and said, “You don’t come. Not until Rio says so.”

And from the couch, Rio finally looked up. Eyes heavy-lidded, almost lazy.

“She’s not even close to earning me,” she said. “Keep her begging.”

You were trembling when Wanda pulled her fingers out of your mouth. All these feelings, and none of them have even been inside you yet.

Your thighs were slick, and you couldn’t remember the last time someone let you breathe. Every nerve felt raw. Every moan you'd let out around Wanda's fingers before they left you felt like a scream that didn’t quite make it out.

Wanda kissed the corner of your mouth, smug and sweet. “You did so good for us, honey,” she whispered. “Didn��t she, Nat?”

Natasha tilted your chin up again, eyes scanning your face like she was deciding whether to let you live or make you cry one more time. “Not bad for some brat,” she said, and tapped your cheek twice before backing off.

That’s when you felt it — the room shift.

You didn’t have to look to know Agatha was standing.

You felt it in your spine. That sharp, electric awareness that something untouchable was finally coming down from her throne.

Your head turned when Natasha and Wanda backed away from you, sitting themselves on separate armchairs in the center of the room.

Agatha. Still in silk. Still in heels. Still composed like nothing in the last hour had even grazed her. Her eyes roamed over your body like you were a piece of art she hadn’t decided if she wanted to buy or destroy.

And then she spoke.

“Crawl.”

The room went still.

You blinked.

She didn’t repeat herself. She didn’t need to.

You moved.

Agatha didn’t move to meet you — she waited. Perfectly still, hands at her sides, letting the sound of your palms on the floor echo in the silence. You reached her feet and sat back on your heels, chest heaving.

She leaned down, finally touching you — just two fingers under your chin.

“I don’t like sloppy girls,” she said. “And you’re a mess.”

You didn’t even flinch.

“I could walk away,” she said, eyes sharp. “I should. But…”

Her fingers slid down your throat, slow, and she smiled like she was enjoying a private joke.

“…you want me too much, don’t you?”

You nodded. Barely.

Agatha tilted your head, leaned in, and kissed you. Slow. Controlled. Not hungry — not yet. Just enough to remind you that if she gave you anything, it was a gift.

When she pulled back, your lips were shaking.

She smirked. “Get on the couch.”

You obeyed — legs weak, stomach tight. And when you turned to face Agatha from your kneeling position next to Rio now, you nearly gasped.

Rio was laid out. Legs crossed. One hand resting on the arm of the couch like this was a business meeting, and you were the deal on the table. The woman was staring into your soul as you sat there watching Agatha from beside her.

Her eyes didn’t leave yours as she said, “Take your clothes off and fuck yourself for us.”

You froze.

Not because you didn’t hear her.

But because you did.

Agatha’s voice wasn’t loud, but it didn’t have to be. It landed like a slap. Soft. Sharp. Final.

“Take your clothes off,” she repeated, one brow arched, “and fuck yourself for us.”

Your heart stuttered. Your fingers didn’t.

You stripped — slowly. Not seductively. Not confidently. Just—naked. In the truest sense. Every inch revealed felt like another layer of control you were handing over, and the four of them? They didn’t blink.

Wanda watched with parted lips like she’d already memorized the shape of your thighs. Nat’s arms were back over the couch now, legs spread, gaze dark, jaw tight.

And Rio?

Fucking terrifying.

She hadn’t moved.

One leg still crossed. Fingers still grazing the rim of her glass like she didn’t care — like she could look away at any moment and wouldn’t lose a single ounce of interest.

But she didn’t look away.

She watched you with that unreadable expression, and somehow that was worse than anything Nat had done. That silence made your skin burn more than Wanda’s touch ever had.

You sank onto the couch.

Open. Exposed. Your own fingers hovering like even you weren’t sure you deserved this.

Rio sipped her drink. “Do it right,” she said, without a hint of heat. “Or don’t do it at all.”

Your hand dropped between your legs like a command had moved it.

You didn’t rush.

You couldn’t. Not with four pairs of eyes on you—not when you could feel how every breath, every twitch of your fingers, every choked sound you made was being dissected. You persevered because you could be punished worse: They could just stop everything and ignore you.

Wanda exhaled like she was the one being touched. Nat adjusted her seat, legs bouncing slightly. Agatha’s smile deepened, cruel and beautiful.

But Rio? She just watched. Still.

And that did more to you than your own hand ever could.

Your thighs trembled. Your lips parted. You were close already — you had been since Wanda first touched you — but you couldn’t come yet. Because it just wasn't enough. You needed them. All of them.

“You’re not gonna come yet,” Agatha said simply, as if reading your mind. “That’s not up to you.”

You whimpered your fingers stuttuering in your pussy slightly.

Wanda giggled.

Natasha smirked. “Think she can hold it?”

Agatha tilted her head. “She better. Or she won't get anything else.”

You whimpered a whine again — louder this time.

And Rio finally spoke.

“Let her get close.”

A pause.

“Then make her stop.”

You were panting.

Sweat-slicked and flushed, back arched off the couch in helpless little jolts, fingers still thrusting — desperate, frantic, fucking pathetic.

And still.

Still…

Not enough.

Your fingers were soaked. Your thighs were trembling. Every time you edged close, your body tensed, ready to fall—and then stalled. Like something inside you knew better. Like you didn’t have permission. Like your body refused to finish without being told it could.

Wanda leaned forward with her chin in her hand, watching you squirm with stars in her eyes. “Poor thing,” she cooed. “She’s trying so hard.”

Natasha snorted. “Look at her,” she said, tilting her head. “Doesn’t even know how to make herself come anymore. That’s what happens when you get used to being spoiled.”

You whimpered — because they were right.

You weren’t ruined. Not properly. And now you couldn’t be, not without them.

“You’re embarrassing yourself,” Agatha added lazily, crossing her legs the other way. “You’re lucky it’s cute.”

And then you heard it — the soft sound of a buckle.

You blinked through the haze of frustration and heat to see Wanda already standing, one strap in hand, humming to herself as she began securing it low on her hips like she was getting ready for brunch. Natasha was next, tossing hers onto the cushion beside her like it was just part of the decor.

Wanda caught your eye as she pulled the straps tight.

“Aw, don’t cry,” she said, mocking-sweet. “We’re gonna take care of you.”

“Eventually,” Natasha muttered.

And then — like it wasn’t a big deal at all — Wanda turned to Rio, holding something in her hand.

“Want one too?” she asked, casual. Like she was offering gum.

Rio didn’t look up right away. Just finished the last sip of her drink, set the glass down with a soft clink.

Then she reached for the harness.

Didn’t say a word.

Just slid it from Wanda’s fingers and began buckling it on like it was her birthright.

You let out a soft, broken sound.

The kind that wasn’t a moan, wasn’t a whimper — just surrender.

Because Rio in a strap? That wasn’t just a threat. That was prophecy.

Agatha’s smile curled slow.

“Oh,” she said, lifting her chin with a stupid grin on her face. “Now she’s scared.”

Rio looked at you — finally — as she tugged the strap into place.

Not hungry.

Not cruel.

Just... decided.

“You wanted this,” she said.

And you did.

God, you did.

But not like this.

Not like them, hard and waiting.

Not with her, silent and strapped.

Not with every inch of you already trembling from nothing at all.

And yet here you were — ruined before they’d even touched you.

Suddenly Agatha pulls your hand away from your cunt, your back arching immediately when her own hand rubs at your clit. Moans are ripped out of you, now getting close enough to the edge in a way that you can finish. But then it all stops. Again. And it reminds you that this is a punishment, not a reward.

You're sobbing by the time her hand leaves you.

Not crying — not exactly — just wrecked and shaking, with your mouth open in some twisted, breathless moan that doesn’t land anywhere.

You could’ve come.

You would’ve.

If she hadn’t stopped.

Again.

Agatha stands behind you now, fingers still damp, eyes sharper than they’ve ever been.

“This isn’t about you,” she says against your ear, tone cold and clean and final. “It never was.”

And then she drags you up.

Not gently. Not rough, either. Just unrelenting.

You scramble to follow, legs trembling, chest rising fast, and Agatha doesn't even flinch. She walks you forward by the wrist like you’re weightless — like you're nothing more than a spoiled brat in need of redirection.

She stops in front of Natasha.

Natasha spreads her legs.

Smirking.

Waiting.

You think — yes, finally, — and then Agatha turns you around.

Pushes you down into Nat’s lap, facing her, and it takes everything in you not to moan out too loudly.

Straddling. Mounting. Placed.

Agatha’s hands don’t leave your body. One on your lower back. The other at your throat, holding you steady like a doll.

“Ride her,” Agatha says. “Slow.”

You whimper. Your hips twitch.

Natasha’s hands grip your waist immediately, ready, eager, cocky.

But nothing happens.

Not yet.

You’re still frozen — breath shaking — waiting for permission to move.

Agatha leans in behind you, lips ghosting over your jaw.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

So you move.

Down. Just enough to feel it — thick and hot and finally where you need it.

Natasha groans under her breath. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

You moan. High and broken.

But Agatha’s grip tightens on your throat — not to choke, just to remind.

Slow.

You do as you’re told. Hips rolling, dragging yourself down inch by inch, every second an ache. You’re not fucking Natasha — you're being fucked by obedience.

“Look at her,” Wanda purrs from beside you, already palming herself through her harness. “She’s falling apart already.”

Rio’s watching again. Silent. Still.

And somehow worse.

Because her hand rests lazily between her legs now, her strap waiting, fingers drumming softly over the base like she’s bored.

Like she’s wondering if you’ll even survive long enough to take her.

Agatha leans closer.

“You want her next?” she whispers, voice just for your ears.

Your moan turns into a plea.

And Agatha smirks, satisfied.

“Then show me you deserve her.”

You don’t know how long it’s been.

How many times your hips have rolled, or how many shaky breaths you’ve taken between moans that barely even sound like you anymore.

Your body’s done. Every nerve is frayed. Your thighs burn, your hands are slipping, and Natasha — beneath you, strong and steady — is the only reason you’re still upright at all.

But it’s not about her.

It’s about you.

Because you're the one who’s been left chasing — over and over — so fucking close, so right there, and still denied like it's a game. Like they’re just watching you crumble for fun.

(And maybe they are.)

Agatha’s still behind you, whispering cruel little things in your ear. Wanda’s on the floor now, hand between her legs, strap forgotten, just watching you fall apart. And Rio?

She hasn’t moved.

But she’s staring. Silent. Intense. Like she’s watching your soul try to claw out of your body.

And then—

You feel it.

That low, pulsing coil finally snapping.

No permission.

No warning.

You come.

Hard.

Messy.

Loud.

It crashes through you like punishment and reward all at once, your whole body shuddering, vision gone white at the edges. Your hips buck, your mouth falls open in a soundless cry, and then—

Wet.

You soak Natasha’s strap.

Her thighs.

Her stomach.

You don't even realize it at first — not until she curses under her breath, gripping your hips tight to keep you steady as your body jerks and grinds through it.

“Fuck,” Natasha mutters, voice low and stunned. “What a mess.”

That’s all it takes.

The room explodes.

Wanda bursts out in a chuckle, head thrown back, eyes lit up. “Oh my god, baby, you squirted for her?”

“Desperate little thing,” Agatha croons, voice full of mockery and pride. “Look at you. Finally came and still can’t stop shaking.”

Rio doesn’t say anything.

Just tilts her head.

And smiles.

That small, terrifying little smile that says she’s already thinking about what happens next.

You’re panting. Collapsed. Broken. Still trembling as you press your forehead into Natasha’s shoulder, too wrung out to speak.

And still — even now — every eye in the room is on you. Because you finally finished. But not by yourself. Not on your terms. You came because they let you. And they’re never going to let you forget it.

You barely had time to breathe.

Your chest was still heaving, thighs trembling, slick still dripping down Natasha’s skin when Agatha’s hands returned — sharp, certain, and not remotely gentle.

“Up.”

You whimpered, your body twitching like it didn’t know how to move anymore. But Agatha didn’t wait for you to obey.

She grabbed your hips and lifted.

You yelped, half-sliding off Natasha’s lap, your overstimulated body struggling to keep up. But Agatha was already moving you — across the couch, across the room, like you weighed nothing at all.

“Was that satisfying for you?” she asked, cool and amused. “Was that enough?”

You couldn’t answer.

Didn’t matter.

She didn’t want an answer.

She dropped you — unceremoniously — onto Wanda’s lap.

Wanda let out a surprised breath, arms catching you by instinct.

“Well hello again,” she purred, laughing softly. “Miss me?”

You were still shaking.

Still wet.

Still open and aching and too fucked-out to think.

But Agatha was already behind you again, hands on your shoulders, nails just sharp enough to leave little warnings down your skin.

“Get to work,” she said.

You straddled Wanda with legs that barely worked.

Everything in you felt undone. Raw. Used too much. And it wasn’t fair — it wasn’t — because usually by now, someone was holding you, whispering sweet things, letting you collapse after coming that hard.

Usually, there were hands pulling you close.

Mouths kissing your temple.

Bodies letting you rest.

But not tonight.

Tonight you were expected to keep going. Alone. With four sets of eyes still on you like you were just getting started.

Your breath hitched as you sank down onto Wanda’s strap, your body jolting at the first stretch. It hurt. Not bad. Not really. Just enough to make your thighs twitch and your lip wobble.

And no one even moved to help you.

Agatha stood behind you, arms crossed, utterly still.

Natasha wiped her stomach off with the corner of a blanket and didn’t even look at you.

Rio was still lounging, perfectly composed, like you weren’t even in the room.

And Wanda?

Wanda… cupped your hips.

Warm. Steady. Supportive.

“There you go, sweetheart,” she murmured, tilting her head like she was watching something fragile grow. “That’s it. Just like that. I’ve got you.”

You whimpered — not from the stretch, not from the ache — but from that.

That voice.

That softness.

She shouldn’t be soft. She wasn’t supposed to be soft.

Not when you were this tired. Not when your hands were gripping her shoulders like she was your only anchor. Not when Agatha was behind you, cold and expectant.

“Don’t slow down,” Agatha said.

You jerked upright.

“I said ride, not cling,” she added, her voice slicing through the air.

You tried.

God, you tried.

Your hips moved in shaky little rolls, your breath stuttering as Wanda’s strap hit all the right places but nothing was helping—because no one was guiding you like they usually did.

You hated it.

You hated that you needed them.

You hated that they weren’t giving you what they always did — praise, rhythm, fingers in your hair, hands on your thighs — all of it. Gone. Withheld.

And yet—

“You’re doing so good,” Wanda whispered, almost like she was afraid Agatha would hear. “You’re taking it all, baby. Look at you.”

You whined again.

Louder this time.

Your eyes burned. Your legs trembled. But still you moved. Because that was the only way out.

Work for it. Take it. Earn it.

You buried your face in Wanda’s neck, trying not to cry as she whispered, “You’re so pretty like this. They don’t deserve to watch you fall apart.”

But they did.

They all did.

And they were.

Agatha leaned down just enough to murmur, “Don’t you dare come without permission again.”

And your whole body tensed. Because you were close. And they knew it. And they weren’t going to help you.

You didn’t mean to chase it.

Not really.

Your hips were moving — slow, shallow, tired — more like survival than sin. Every bounce was a breath, every grind a silent prayer. You weren’t even trying to come.

You were just… trying to last.

But Wanda’s hands never left you.

One on your hip, one splayed across your lower back, holding you there — not controlling you, just steadying you. Like she could feel the shake in your thighs. Like she knew you were breaking and just wanted to keep the pieces from falling too hard.

“That’s it, baby,” she whispered. “Just like that.”

You moaned. Quiet. Guttural.

Not because it felt good — not just that.

Because it hurt now. The ache in your legs. The heat between your thighs. The pressure building again, again, again, like your body hadn’t learned from the last time.

“Doing so well,” Wanda murmured, voice like warm honey in your ear. “Taking me so deep. I know it’s hard.”

You gasped.

Her strap hit just right — high, deep, good — and your vision blurred for a second. Your hands clenched against her shoulders.

Wanda shifted under you, tilting up just a little, helping you ride it — breaking the rules in the smallest, softest way.

“Fuck,” you breathed, forehead falling against hers. “Please…”

You didn’t even know what you were asking for.

A break?

Forgiveness?

Permission?

Wanda didn’t answer. Just kissed your cheek. Barely there. Tender and quiet and wrong.

And that was it.

That did it.

Your body clenched around nothing, everything.

You came.

Not with a scream, not with a bang — but a sob.

A whole-body, high-pitched cry you couldn’t swallow down in time. Your thighs seized, your back arched, and your mouth dropped open as your orgasm ripped through you so sudden, so deep it felt like it had been waiting in your bones.

You tried to stop it. You really did.

But it was too much.

Too gentle. Too denied. Too good.

Wanda held you through it — hands firm, voice low and proud.

“There you go,” she whispered. “That’s my good girl.”

And somewhere behind you, you heard Agatha’s voice.

Sharp.

Cold.

The last of it shuddered out of you — trembling, raw, soaked and slack against Wanda’s body, thighs twitching with every breath.

You were still panting when Agatha’s fingers wrapped around your arm.

She said nothing at first.

Just pulled you up — slow, effortless, uncaring of how boneless and ruined you were — and off Wanda’s lap like you were a toy being passed around.

You didn’t resist.

You couldn’t.

But your stomach dropped the second she leaned in and said, soft and deadly:

“You’ll pay later.”

Your heart stopped.

You didn’t even have the strength to protest. You barely had the breath to think.

But Agatha kept going, dragging you across the room with the same clinical detachment she’d had all night.

You caught Natasha’s eyes as she approached.

And for one fleeting second, you thought—

Maybe—

Maybe Agatha was giving you back. Letting you fall into Natasha’s arms, letting her hold you, soothe you, fuck you slow until the dread faded and the ache dulled into something bearable.

Natasha even opened her arms, one leg already spreading like she was ready for it.

“Come here, baby,” she murmured, voice so soft it didn’t feel like a trick. “You’re okay.”

You moved toward her. Limp. Heavy.

And then—

Agatha pulled you back.

Hard.

Your body snapped upright with a gasp, blinking through the haze, just as Agatha’s fingers slid under your chin and tipped your face up to hers.

“You don’t get comfort,” she said. “You get consequence.”

Then she turned.

And you saw where she was taking you.

Rio.

Still untouched. Still reclined like a goddamn sculpture. Her strap gleamed in the low light, her fingers now resting on the couch beside her like she was finally ready.

Your mouth went dry.

No one said anything.

Not Wanda.

Not Natasha — who only watched with a quiet, wicked smile pulling at her lips.

Not even Rio.

She just looked at you.

And patted her thigh once.

Agatha’s hand curled tighter at your waist.

“Let’s see how long you last this time.”

Rio didn’t say anything when Agatha dropped you in her lap.

Didn’t touch you.

Didn’t adjust you.

She just let you settle — sore, shaky, overstimulated — your thighs barely managing to straddle her, her strap hard beneath you like a threat you hadn’t earned the right to avoid.

She looked at you like you were… tired.

Not in a soft way.

In a pathetic one.

You didn’t realize you’d started trembling again until she tilted her head, eyes sliding up your body like she was evaluating damage.

“Already falling apart?” she asked, voice calm. “You’ve barely moved.”

Your jaw clenched. You tried — hips rocking forward, dragging yourself slowly along her strap — but your body was so far gone it felt like begging for something you weren’t built to survive.

Rio still didn’t touch you.

Didn’t help.

Didn’t guide.

She just watched you struggle.

Watched the way your knees buckled and your rhythm stuttered, the way you bit back your moans like you could pretend this wasn’t wrecking you in a whole new way.

“Pathetic,” she murmured — not cruel. Just… observant.

You whimpered, chest caving.

“I don’t even have to touch you,” she said. “You’re doing it all yourself. Look at you. Struggling to fuck me right and still trying.”

You tried to speed up.

You shouldn’t have.

She caught your hips — not with help, but with force — holding you still mid-thrust.

You gasped.

She raised a brow.

“I didn’t ask for faster.”

She let you go.

You moved again — slower, deeper, biting your lip until it nearly bled.

Behind you, Wanda was laughing softly into Natasha’s mouth. The two of them tangled together on the couch like they weren’t even part of this anymore, Natasha’s hand sliding up Wanda’s thigh while they kissed, slow and open-mouthed, like your ruin was background noise.

Rio’s eyes flicked toward them. Then back to you.

“Even they’re bored,” she said.

You whined — not out of protest, but need.

You tried harder.

You started riding her like your life depended on it — every drop of wet heat dragging against her strap like an apology you didn’t have words for.

And Rio?

Smiled.

Finally.

And said, “Don’t stop until you cry.”

You didn’t know how you were still moving.

Every part of you hurt.

Your legs ached. Your cunt throbbed. Your lungs burned with every broken gasp you tried to hold back. You were soaked — not just wet, but ruined — thighs slick, strap messy, heartbeat pounding in your ears like it was trying to get out.

And Rio was still watching you like you hadn’t done a single thing right.

Like you were still falling short.

You’d already come once on her.

It wasn’t graceful.

You didn’t even mean to — it slammed into you so hard, so sharp, that you nearly collapsed in her lap with a sob you couldn’t swallow. It was ugly. Wet. Unforgivable.

And she didn’t say a word.

Didn’t praise you.

Didn’t stop.

She just held you steady — one hand on your hip, the other resting on your thigh — and said, low and plain:

“Again.”

You cried.

Not loud.

Not messy.

Just… quiet tears sliding down your cheeks as your body kept moving because you had to. Because she was still hard inside you, and no one said you could stop, and your thighs were shaking so badly now you didn’t know if the tremble was from pain or pleasure or panic.

“I can’t—” you whispered, voice cracking.

Rio hummed.

Not amused.

Not sympathetic.

Just acknowledging.

“You can,” she said simply.

And you hated her for it.

You hated how calm she was. How still. How she hadn’t broken a sweat while you were falling to pieces on top of her.

You hated that your own orgasm — the one building again — felt ugly. Too much. Too fast. Like your body was betraying you just to please her.

You whimpered, hips stuttering as the heat built again — that sickening, overwhelming pressure that told you this was going to be worse than the last one.

“No,” you breathed. “I can’t—please—”

She gripped your jaw.

Finally.

Made you look at her.

“Then cry for it.”

That was it.

You shattered.

The second orgasm hit like a wave slamming into a broken body — there was no grace, no rhythm, no sense to it. Just noise. Just wet. Just a desperate, humiliated collapse as you came for her again, harder than before, harder than you thought you could.

Your mouth dropped open in a sob that never became a word.

Your nails clawed at her shoulder.

Your body gave out mid-thrust, cunt pulsing wildly around the strap as your second orgasm wrung you out like a rag.

You couldn’t see.

You couldn’t speak.

You just broke.

And Rio?

She didn’t flinch.

Didn’t comfort.

Didn’t care.

She only tilted her head and said, cool and quiet:

“There she is.”

Then the room was quiet.

Not silent — just… quiet.

You were still in Rio’s lap, crumpled and boneless, her strap miraculously out of you now, your arms slack, your body trembling from the inside out. The only sound was your breathing — high, broken, trying to slow down but never quite catching.

And then you felt it.

A shift.

Not physical.

Energy.

Like something in the air had changed. Like everyone had taken one collective breath and remembered that you were still a person.

Wanda sat up first, gently peeling herself away from Natasha’s mouth, eyes finding yours with a soft crease of worry.

She said, voice warm. “You alright?”

Natasha blinked, then nodded slowly, echoing her tone. “Still with us?”

You tried to speak.

You really did.

But it came out as a whimper — not from pain, not from panic — just a soft, tired little sound that said yes in a voice you didn’t have anymore.

Rio shifted beneath you. Let go of your waist to caress the top of your head.

Agatha stepped closer, running her fingertips down your back lightly.

“You’re done when you say you’re done,” she said plainly-softly. “You want to stop?”

You didn’t answer at first.

Because stopping sounded… safe.

It sounded warm. It sounded like soft blankets and praise and water.

But it didn’t sound right.

Because your body still ached. Your skin still burned. Your thighs were still slick. And even with your chest heaving and your eyes stinging — you weren’t done.

You shook your head.

Once.

Small.

Agatha raised a brow. “Say it.”

Your lip trembled.

“Don' wan' stop,” you whispered.

Agatha smiled — slow, almost kind. She leaned forward, her fingers brushing your jaw, tilting your head back to face hers above you.

“You sure?”

You nodded.

She kissed your cheek.

Then let her hand drift lower.

Between your legs.

And her fingers — two of them — slid through your soaked folds like a sigh.

You gasped, eyebrows furrowing as you stayed looking into Agatha's eyes.

“Good girl,” she murmured.

The pressure was immediate. Rhythmic. Precise. She didn’t tease. Didn’t build. She just pushed — fingers rubbing circles into your clit like she already knew exactly how to undo you all over again.

You cried out — not from pain, not from surprise — but because you were still feeling everything.

The ache.

The need.

The shame.

The pleasure that hadn’t gone away, just buried itself under layers of obedience.

You shouldn’t have wanted more.

But you did.

You wanted this.

Her.

All of them.

You moaned — louder now — as Agatha’s fingers picked up speed, her mouth brushing your ear like a kiss and a threat.

“You’re gonna give us one more,” she whispered. “A real one. The kind that makes you beg.”

And you did.

You begged.

And then you came.

Hard.

Again.

And finally, this time — they all watched you break with pride.

Your body was moving on its own.

Or maybe you weren’t moving at all — maybe Agatha’s fingers were just dragging the pleasure out of you, curling against your clit in slow, cruelly perfect circles. It didn’t matter. Everything else was gone.

There was only this.

Only her hand between your legs, the weight of everyone’s gaze still on you, the raw burn of overstimulation curling deeper, sharper, tighter.

You sobbed into it.

Breathless. Needy. Silent. Every moan caught in your throat like you were choking on the sound of your own pleasure.

Your hips twitched against her palm. Your body tried to get away — and failed. Again. And again.

“You’re so close,” Agatha murmured, her voice a low hum against your temple. “One more. Give it to me.”

And you did.

It broke through you like fire.

No warning this time. No control.

Just raw, unbearable release — a high, desperate moan tearing from your chest as your whole body seized, clenching down around nothing, legs shaking violently, slick soaking down your thighs, your cunt pulsing so hard you thought you might pass out from the effort of it.

Agatha held you through all of it — one arm braced around your waist, her fingers still stroking you through the aftershocks until your hips jerked too hard and your voice cracked into a whimper.

And then, finally—

It stopped.

She let go.

Your body folded forward.

And this time, when you fell, they caught you.

Wanda’s arms wrapped around your shoulders first, warm and strong, pulling you into her chest like she’d been waiting. Natasha was beside her, hand already cupping your cheek, brushing damp strands of hair away with the softest touch you’d felt all night.

“You did so good,” Wanda whispered, kissing your temple. “So good for us.”

You couldn’t speak.

You didn’t need to.

You just let yourself be held — body trembling, brain floating, chest rising and falling in little aftershocks as they anchored you back to yourself.

Someone — you didn’t know who — was tugging a blanket around your shoulders. Natasha’s voice was murmuring something into your ear, something low and comforting. You felt her press a kiss to your forehead.

Rio knelt beside you next, one hand on your thigh, gentle now. Thumb stroking softly over the same place she'd bruised earlier.

“You’re alright,” she said — not teasing. Just true.

Agatha leaned in last, crouched in front of you now. She looked at you for a long moment — no cruelty, no smirk — just quiet pride.

Then, finally, she reached out.

Wiped a tear from your cheek.

“Good girl,” she said. “We’ve got you now.”

And you believed her. Your legs barely worked when they finally stood you up.

Wanda was on one side, Natasha on the other, both of them steadying your weight like it was second nature — like carrying you was something they’d do again and again without question.

Agatha trailed behind, a protective shadow at your back, her hand never leaving the small of your spine.

Rio led the way.

The hall was quiet. Cool against your flushed skin. Every step felt slow, underwater, your body boneless, wrapped in Wanda’s blanket and Natasha’s touch. You weren’t even sure your feet were on the ground.

The bed was already turned down.

Soft sheets. Heavy pillows. A dim light casting a golden halo over everything.

Rio sat first, back against the headboard, calm and still as ever — but her arms were open now. Waiting.

You didn’t hesitate.

You let them guide you into her lap, your cheek resting against her chest, her fingers threading gently into your hair.

Wanda climbed in behind you, curling herself around your back like a second heartbeat, her hand tracing light circles over your stomach. Natasha followed, settling on your other side, lips pressed to your shoulder, murmuring quiet praise that barely made sense but filled your chest like breath.

Agatha stood at the edge for a moment.

Watching.

Then, finally — slowly — she crawled in beside all of you.

She didn’t say anything.

Just slid her arm over your waist, fitting herself into the space between Wanda and Natasha, her hand finding yours under the blanket and squeezing.

No one moved for a while.

Just silence.

Warmth.

Breathing.

You were held. Buried in touch and comfort, in their bodies and their care, like your whole purpose now was just to rest — like you’d been used, yes, but never discarded.

You weren’t alone.

You weren’t forgotten.

And for the first time in hours — maybe longer — you felt your body let go.

Safe.

Anchored.

Loved.

Agatha’s voice was the last thing you heard, a whisper against your ear just as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Sleep, baby. We’ll all be here when you wake up.”

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