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The Art of Healing: Chapter 6

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pairing: wanda maximoff x fem! OC

summary: wanda discovers her dominant side

content warnings: smut, restraints, overstimulation, fingering, dildo, subspace

word count: 5k+

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A New Discovery

“Alright hon, remember what we practiced.”

Wanda smiled slightly, used to Agatha’s nagging. She would be annoyed if she didn’t know that the older woman was simply looking out for her. One might even say that she was worried, but Wanda knew better than to bring that up.

“Of course,” Wanda turned towards the woman beside her, noting the way her blue eyes scanned the room they were in. “I’ll let you know if it becomes too much, I promise.”

At those words, Agatha finally turned her gaze towards Wanda. It was their third time out of her cabin, and an important night as well. The first time had been to a small market in a nearby town, and as Agatha suspected, Wanda had telepathy powers in addition to her chaos magic.

That first time was overwhelming, to say the least. Agatha had never performed so many memory replacement spells as that day. But what can you do? It’s not like she could let those poor townspeople remember Wanda falling to her knees and covering her ears while scarlet waves of magic pulsated from her as she processed everyone’s thoughts for the first time.

The second time was much easier, since Wanda had known what to expect. They’d gone into the city, simply walking down the street rather than the overwhelming environment of an enclosed space. It was easier that way, Wanda didn’t get stuck in anyone’s thoughts, as they walked past too quickly.

A man bumped into Agatha, jostling her from her thoughts. She sent a glare his way, before Wanda’s gentle hand on her arm redirected her focus. Glancing down, she took a breath, her eyes locked on the pendant swinging from the redhead’s neck.

“You know how to power that on, right? I spent a lot of time on it.” Agatha knew her attempts at nonchalance were lacking, but Wanda chose not to comment, instead sending a soft smile her way and bringing her fingers to the pendant. Rubbing it between her forefinger and thumb gently, she nodded, taking a solidifying breath of her own.

Agatha eyed Wanda’s pendant briefly, scanning the runes she’d etched onto the surface. As soon as Wanda’s magic made contact with the runes, it would send a protective shield over her mind, preventing her from reading anyones thoughts. It was their failsafe, just in case the amount of horny thoughts flying around the nightclub became overwhelming,

“Yes,” Wanda dropped her hand, her eyes finding the bar through the smoky haze of the nightclub. “I’ll be alright, but first I want a drink.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, knowing that Wanda would order a shirley temple like she always did. Making their way to the bar, blue eyes scanned the many faces, searching for a target.

“Let me find someone,” Wanda’s voice was low, her breath already smelling like cherries as she murmured the words into Agatha’s ear. “Trust me.”

Sighing, Agatha nodded, feeling slightly out of her element as she gave up what felt like the last of her control for the evening. They’d decided to find a submissive to play with for the night, as part of Wanda’s education. Essentially, Agatha wanted her to finetune her control over her own emotions, and what better way to do that than to exert control over an eager submissive?

Wanda leaned against the counter, sipping her drink as she lazily scanned the crowd around her. Bodies swarmed on the dance floor, laughter and singing rising as the crowd moved slightly out of sync. Music thrummed through the floor, the vibrations of it practically tangible as it wrapped around her body, urging her to move.

Random thoughts filtered through her mind, and Wanda breathed through it, focusing on Agatha’s past lessons. Just keep breathing, and it will pass. It would apparently get easier over time, and eventually her magic would filter everyones thoughts on autopilot. Wanda couldn’t wait, and distracted herself by trying to hear only a single person's thoughts at once.

‘Damn, I like the way he’s moving against me. I wonder what his di-’

Wanda visibly shook her head, moving onto the next person quickly. She found it easier this time, her few weeks of practice paying off as the background hum of multiple thoughts layering atop each other faded.

‘I hope she collars me soon, I just want to be her good boy forever. Oh look, here she comes!’

Her curiosity piqued, Wanda found the man who’s thoughts she’d just left. He was near the edge of the dance floor, a wide smile on his face as a tall woman walked up to him. She leaned down, saying something in his ear as he bowed his head, her hands roaming his body.

Agatha sidled up next to her, hands tight around her waist as she started dancing. “You look suspicious, hon. Dance with me, I know you can multitask.”

Wanda smirked, grinding her hips backwards and feeling pleased at the gasp that escaped Agatha’s plump lips. The hands around her waist tightened, and Wanda felt herself grow wet when she felt the bulge of the brunette’s strap against her. She let herself get lost in the feeling, gently grinding against Agatha as she focused on the woman across the floor.

‘I can’t wait to make him mine, I hope he likes the design I chose. I want this to be perfect.’

The image of an intrinsically designed collar flashed briefly through Wanda’s mind, and she smiled, pleased that the man was getting his wish. A wave of possessiveness shot through her, and she quickly pulled her mind from the tall woman’s, not wanting to get her emotions confused with hers.

“Good job, Wanda.” Agatha’s voice was raspy, one of her hands snaking around to gently rest against her throat. Wanda swallowed, her breath shortening slightly as arousal pooled in her gut. She shook her head, refocusing on her mission.

Find a submissive. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?

“We could always postpone this and head back to the cabin,” Agatha’s voice was raspy, her hips moving suggestively against Wanda’s ass. The redhead faltered, almost folding before she locked eyes with a girl at the bar. The girl was sipping a drink slowly, her eyes wide as she watched them dance against each other.

Wanda smirked, bringing a hand up to Agatha’s head and enjoying the feeling of her lips against her neck. Then, she gently yanked her head up. “Stop, you’re distracting me. Besides, I just found someone. So keep it in your pants, witchy.”

Delighting in the frustrated groan she heard, Wanda ground her hips backwards one final time before making her way towards the girl. Agatha followed behind, her attention successfully redirected, for the time being.

‘Holy shit, they’re coming my way. Act cool, don’t be fucking weird.’

Agatha snorted, and Wanda realized that she was also reading the girl’s mind. Nudging her slightly, she sent a mental reminder to release her control over the situation, wanting to take the girl’s submission for herself. Afterall, it was Wanda’s control that was on the line.

‘Good job hon, you’re getting better at communicating telepathically.’

Wanda shuddered as Agatha’s words filtered through her brain, the girl’s thoughts still swimming about as she tried to act natural. It was cute really, mentally she was panicking, but she maintained a straight face as the pair approached her.

Her only tell was the slight tremble of her fingers and her wide eyes as Wanda sat down next to her, Agatha claiming the seat on the other side of the young girl. At first, Wanda didn’t say anything, choosing instead to let her eyes roam the girl’s face as she took her in.

She had pretty eyes, her eyeliner subtle as mascara coated her long lashes. A few specks of the dark pigment had landed on her cheeks, and Wanda longed to reach up and wipe it away, but refrained. She didn’t want to scare her away too soon.

“I’m Wanda,” She made sure to keep her voice low, suppressing a smirk as she watched the girl physically react to her words. A light blush appeared on her cheeks, her lips parting as she stumbled over her words briefly.

“Hi, I’m um- my name is Sarah.” Her words were breathy, her lips clamping shut the moment her introduction was finished. Agatha chuckled, reaching up a hand to play with a strand of Sarah’s short hair.

“I like this one, let’s play with her.” Blue eyes flashed as Sarah whipped around, her fingers trembling against the glass. Wanda took a peek inside her mind, pleased to see the girl’s thoughts swirling with thoughts of both of them on top of her.

“Behave yourself for once, please.” Green eyes met blue, and flashed in warning. Agatha conceded, releasing her hold on the young girl’s hair. She moved her hands to a much safer location, resting lightly on her glass while Wanda reached a hand towards Sarah’s rapidly reddening face.

Cool fingers met her jaw, and the girl turned towards Wanda with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted as her gaze roamed the redhead’s face. Smiling softly, Wanda let her fingers lightly trace the girl’s lips, her eyes locked on them as she felt Sarah’s breath hitch.

“Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” Wanda made sure to let her lips press briefly against Sarah’s ear, enjoying the way the girl shuddered beneath her. Agatha watched with a small smirk, nodding her approval when the young girl nodded eagerly.

Making their way towards the back, Wanda made sure to keep her hands on the young girl. They lingered around her waist, her hips, drifting downwards as Sarah stumbled slightly. Agatha followed half a step behind, reading the girl’s mind as she ensured that Wanda wasn’t getting too overwhelmed.

Wanda was feeling fantastic. Everytime she moved her fingers, even slightly, Sarah’s breath changed and she would trip over her own feet. Wanda found it adorable, and made sure to keep as much of her body touching Sarah’s as she could.

Eventually, they made their way to one of the playrooms provided at the back of the club, Agatha murmuring something to the security just outside the area as Wanda ushered the girl inside. Making her way after them, Agatha shut the door firmly as Wanda pushed Sarah against the wall, trapping her with her hips.

Sarah didn’t seem to mind, her hands shaking slightly as she hesitantly put them on Wanda’s waist, her eyes locked on the redhead’s lips. She arched her back slightly, pressing herself against Wanda's as much as she could, enjoying the way green eyes darkened at the action.

Feeling the hands around her waist tighten, Wanda maneuvered herself slightly until her thigh slipped between Sarah’s legs. Pressing her firmer against the wall, she smirked when the girl gasped, her hips rutting against her thigh slightly.

Sensing movement behind her, Wanda glanced over her shoulder, watching as Agatha slowly made her way over to a chair and sitting down. She crossed her legs, getting comfortable as she gave Wanda a single nod.

‘Go ahead, hon. Let’s see you in action.’

Wanda took a breath, calming herself slightly as Sarah’s hands squeezed her waist once more. The girl grew bolder, her hips moving faster as her hands drifted lower. Wanda turned back towards her, noticing the way her pupils were blown and her breath was coming out in short, desperate pants.

Moving quickly, Wanda gripped Sarah’s wrists and pinned them to the wall. Pressing her full body against hers, she captured her lips between her own, letting her teeth graze them in warning. Using one hand to hold the girl’s wrists above her head, the other drifted towards her chest, fingers quickly finding her nipple and rolling it.

The girl moaned, leaning into her touch, and Wanda throbbed.

“Please.”

Smirking, Wanda pulled back. Sarah’s eyes were slightly glazed, unfocused as she tried to move her hips. It was exhilarating, knowing that she’d made the poor girl this desperate. All from a few simple touches and a single kiss. Wanda wondered what would happen if she did more.

“Please what? Use your words, darling.” Wanda rolled her fingers again, trapping the girl’s nipple between them. Sarah arched against her, a small whine escaping her as she struggled briefly against the redhead’s hold on her wrists. Pulling slightly, a surge of arousal shot through her when the girl let out a moan, the noise strained as she attempted to surge forwards.

“I- please… fuck.” She couldn’t get any words out, and Agatha chuckled slowly from her chair. Wanda felt something shift inside her at the girl’s desperation. Something calmed, her mind sharpening past her own arousal as she focused solely on Sarah.

Humming, Wanda moved closer. She let her lips slightly graze the trembling ones before her. Sarah’s hips moved again, and Wanda sighed. “You can do better than that, sweetheart. Try again for me.”

A frustrated groan sounded out, muffled by Wanda’s lips. Biting down slightly, she slowly backed up, pulling Sarah with her. Catching a glimpse of the bed, Wanda pushes the trembling girl towards it, reveling in the gasp Sarah releases when the backs of her knees hit the mattress.

Breaking the kiss, Wanda pushes her firmly down until she’s seated on the end of the bed. Nudging Sarah’s knees open, she moves to stand between them, her hands tangling with her hair. Moving slowly, the girl moves her hands up Wanda’s thighs before wrapping them around her waist.

The movement seems hesitant, and Wanda knows what it means. Sarah’s nervous, yet filled with anticipation at the same time. It’s exactly what Wanda had felt like for her first time with Agatha, and for a moment, she feels like she’s weirdly looking through a mirror.

“I just…” Sarah struggles with her words for a moment, and Wanda just strokes her cheeks gently, calming her down slightly. Taking a peek inside her head, she’s surprised to find that it's working, and Wanda feels a rush of something at the knowledge that she is directly influencing the emotions and arousal of another person.

“I want you to touch me, and-” Sarah pauses, biting her lip. Wand nods reassuringly, making sure to keep her eyes soft. “I want you to make me feel good, and I’m already feeling fuzzy.”

Moving closer, Wanda places her lips next to the girl’s ear. Making sure that her voice is low, Wanda tangles her hand in Sarah’s hair before yanking her head back gently, a strangled moan escaping her.

“Elaborate.”

Sarah whimpers, closing her eyes briefly as she gathers her thoughts. When she opens them again, Wanda sees that her pupils are blown, black taking over her irises. “Everytime you say something, or tell me what to do, or touch me and move me around where you want me to go, I just sink into this sort of fog?”

Wanda glances over at Agatha, knowing what Sarah means. It’s slightly intimidating, to know that she’s guiding Sarah into subspace. It’s a lot of trust from the young girl, but at Agatha’s reassuring smile, Wanda calms slightly. Breathing deeply, she calms her racing heartbeat, pausing for a moment before returning her focus to the girl seated before her.

“That’s a good thing, darling. I promise.” Wanda lets her thumb rest on the girl’s jaw. Sarah closes her eyes, parting her lips as Wanda’s fingers inch closer to them. “Just relax, and let me make you feel good.”

Agatha leaned back in her seat, clenching her thighs together slightly as she watched Wanda gently guide the younger girl into a deeper state of submission. She was quite proud, having worked hard to teach Wanda everything she knew about the kinkier aspects of sex.

Sure, sex was physical. Agatha, however, liked the mental component involved with the kinkier side of intimacy. She liked the power dynamic, and the shifting of power with a single touch or look. Most importantly, she liked being in control.

However, in the past few weeks, Wanda had been testing that control that Agatha so desperately craved. She could sense a budding dominatrix in the young redhead, and taught her as best she could without letting go of the reins. Tonight however, was the first step for Wanda in learning to be in control of her own emotions and powers and also exert that same control over a submissive.

But alas, Agatha was reminiscing. She refocused, her ears picking up on the faint sound of lips dancing against each other as the younger girl moaned openly into Wanda’s mouth. Taking in the scene, Agatha was proud to see that Wanda had pushed Sarah fully onto the bed, hovering over her with her thighs on either side of the girl’s hips. Her hands held down her wrists, and the younger girl was desperately arching her back, seeking any source of friction she could find.

Diving into Wanda’s surface thoughts, Agatha smiled at the organized mind she found. Wanda was completely aware of her own powers and emotions, keeping everything in check as she focused on her control with Sarah. As predicted, exerting control over someone else helped Wanda immensely with control over herself. Surprisingly, more than submission did.

Agatha made a mental note to bring this up later to the redhead, before settling fully back in her seat and enjoying the show. After all, who said she couldn’t have fun? Besides, Wanda’s ass looked great from this angle.

“Pick a safe word.” Wanda pulled back slightly, repeating her words when Sarah tried to chase her lips. Her blonde hair was strewn around her head, her eyes rapidly blinking as she processed.

“Um,” She tried to get some words out, but couldn’t think of anything. Wanda was still in her mind, and upon realizing how spaced out Sarah was, used her free hand to gently stroke the girl’s face. It seemed as though her touch helped ground the girl, as her thoughts became more coherent, a word popping into existence.

“Vanilla.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow, and Agatha chuckled behind her. A blush spread rapidly on the young girl's face, her eyes glancing between the Wanda on to pof her and the brunette in the chair.

“Behave.” The words were sharp, and Sarah’s heart stopped momentarily before she realized that it wasn’t directed at her. Agatha’s eyebrows rose, and she narrowed her eyes as her and Wanda stayed locked in a staring contest, the moment passing quickly.

Turning back to the girl currently trapped beneath her, Wanda smiled slowly. “That’s a good word, remember it.”

Nodding quickly, Sarah glanced back down towards the redhead’s lips. They parted, a warm breath that tasted faintly of cherries hitting her cheeks, and she moaned as they met hers. It was impossible to describe just how soft the redhead’s lips were, and before she could start to think of any adjectives, her mind went blank as Wanda’s tongue brushed her lower lip.

Gently exploring the younger girl’s mouth, Wanda slowly maneuvered her body as she swallowed all the moans Sarah so freely offered up. Her leg moved between the girl’s parted thighs, and using a firm amount of pressure, Wanda connected her knee to Sarah’s core.

Gasping, the young girl briefly disconnected her lips from Wanda’s. She arched into the touch, and Wanda took the opportunity to attach her lips to her neck, sucking softly as moans and gasps flooded her ears.

“Fuck.” That’s the only word Sarah can seem to get out, her eyes rolling back as Wanda bites down. The sting of her teeth digging into the soft skin of the girl’s neck causes pleasure to race towards her already over heating core. Moving slightly more frantically, Sarah rolls her hips against the knee pressing so deliciously against her.

Wanda smirked.

Giving the young girl absolutely no time to think or process what was happening, Wanda pulled away. Pulling the cuffs that were pre-attached to the headboard towards her, she swiftly attached them to Sarah’s wrists.

Struggling uselessly against the restraints, Sarah wanted to whine in protest when the redhead dismounted her. The knee against her leaking pussy disappeared, and she let out a shaky breath at the loss. Looking over towards the brunette, Sarah closed her legs at the feeling of those all-knowing blue eyes roaming her skin.

“Don’t do that.”

At the sound of Wanda’s commanding voice, Sarah whipped her head around, her eyes landing on the vibrating dildo the woman held. She whimpered, confused as Wanda began walking towards her, setting the toy on the bed before gripping the girl’s ankles tightly. Sarah’s eyes widened in understanding, and she moaned as Wanda forced her legs apart.

“Do not hide yourself from us. Good submissives let their dominants see every inch of them, and you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Green eyes bore into hers as Wanda spoke, her head tilting slightly. Something about the gesture made Sarah’s blood run cold, and arousal rush towards her already drenched pussy.

“Yes ma’am.” She squeaked, her breaths speeding up slightly as Wanda raised a single eyebrow.

This time, it was Agatha who spoke up. “Yes, what? Elaborate for us, sweet cheeks.”

Blood rushed towards Sarah’s already pink face, and she suddenly had to urge to hide. However, there was nowhere to go, Wanda had made sure of that. She took a steadying breath, then managed, “Yes, I’m a good girl.”

The wide smile of Wanda’s face made the embarrassment worth it, and Sarah sighed in relief when she released her tight hold on her ankles, an unspoken command to keep her legs spread as she reached for the dildo.

The short skirt that Sarah was wearing was ripped off, both Wanda and Agatha making pleased sounds at the lack of underwear on her.

“I’m going to make you feel very good, is that alright with you?” Wanda’s gaze was hot, her fingers slowly collecting the wetness from Sarah’s pussy and spreading it onto the dildo. The girl was drenched, juices flowing freely as she attempted to buck against her hand.

Nodding quickly, Sarah bit her lip. This was what she’d been hoping for, to be fucked by a dominant woman, and now her wish was coming true. It was better than anything she could have imagined.

“Just remember, if it gets to be too much, use your safe word.” Agatha reminded the girl, her own hand slipping beneath her waistband. She had her legs spread, fingers gently stroking her own protruding clit as a damp spot formed in her underwear.

Wanda glanced back, taking in the sight before smirking briefly and wiggling her backside slightly as if to say, ‘enjoy the show.’ Then, she turned on the toy to a medium setting. Making sure the dildo was fully lubricated, Wanda teased the entrance of Sarah’s pussy. She wanted to hear her beg, and looked at her expectantly.

“I- please. I really want you to…” Sarah trailed off, Wanda nudging her clit with the toy and sending bolts of electricity through her. She refocused, eyes widening when the redhead tilted her head again. “Please fuck me, ma’am. I really want you to. Really, really badly.”

Taking in the girl’s pleading expression and sweet words, Wanda uttered a quick ‘good girl’ before thrusting the toy all the way inside Sarah in one, quick movement. Agatha moaned at the same time that Sarah did, although the girl writhing on the bed was much louder.

Setting a relentless pace, Wanda watched in fascination as the young girl beneath her quickly started coming undone. It was like all shame and embarrassment had left her, the only thing on her mind was how good she felt and how badly she wanted to cum. Pulling her own consciousness from Sarah’s, Wanda focused all her attention on bringing the girl’s orgasm to the surface.

Agatha slipped two fingers inside of herself, surprised by the wetness she found. She hadn’t expected to be this turned on, but something about Wanda’s dominant nature was just so… arousing. Watching closely, she fucked herself at the same pace that Wanda fucked the young girl. Her own orgasm rising, she held it off as Sarah’s moans became slightly louder, her wrists pulling desperately at the restraints.

“Ask for permission.” Wanda commanded, and the words came tumbling out of Sarah’s mouth. She begged like she had been starving for days, and her appetite could only be sated by food fed to her from Wanda’s nimble fingers. Her words flowed freely, syllables overlapping as her voice became breathy from the effort it took to hold back her orgasm.

Eventually, the words ran out, still flowing inside her head but unable to be spoken as Wanda worked her closer to the edge. Thrusting steadily, the redhead enjoyed the unspoken pleas as the girl’s hips twitched as her muscles contracted in anticipation.

With a few final strokes, Wanda brought the young girl to the edge, and allowed her to fall over it. Overwhelming pleasure coursed through her, and Sarah forced deep breaths of air into her lungs as she shook. Wanda’s fingers danced over her clit, prolonging the pleasure as victorious moans sounded out.

Distracted by a quiet gasping sound, Wanda turned her head slightly with the intention of asking Agatha how she liked the show. Her surprise must have shown on her face, because Agatha simply smiled widely at her as she trembled from the aftershocks of her own orgasm. Pulling her soaked fingers out from her pants, Agatha let Wanda enjoy the glistening juices that dripped down her knuckles for a brief moment, before sucking her own fingers into her mouth and moaning quietly.

Working her jaw slightly at the sight, Wanda refocused her attention on the girl now squirming beneath her. Setting the vibration slightly higher, she let a slow smile spread across her face as the realization set in on Sarah’s face.

Overstimulating the girl, Wanda forced orgasm after orgasm out of her aching pussy. By the end, Sarah was practically limp as the last bits of pleasure were drained from her overused body. Her clit sent painful jolts through her nervous system every time Wanda so much as grazed it, and she was positive that she would be sore for days.

With a kind smile, Wanda cleaned her up using a warm washcloth and soothing words. Agatha helped strip the bed as Sarah felt those same hands that had brought her insurmountable pleasure running over her back, now clothed in a thin robe. Closing her eyes, she leaned into the touch, feeling herself return to reality.

Sarah had never felt better.

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“So…”

Wanda sighed, sinking further into her chair. She stared into her glass, swirling her wine around as she tried to collect her thoughts. Agatha had taken over once she’d realized that Wanda had gotten stuck in her own head. Ensuring that Sarah had a ride home and paying their tab at the bar, she’d whisked the overwhelmed redhead home before popping open a bottle of their favorite red wine.

It smelled faintly of cherries. Wanda sighed and took a sip.

“I suppose I’m just confused.” That was all she could manage for the moment, and even Agatha couldn’t make any sense of the thoughts swirling around in the redhead’s mind. She nodded slowly, taking a sip of her own wine as she threw her thoughts back on the events of the evening.

“I mean,” Wanda paused, her eyebrows scrunching together slightly. Agatha wanted to run her thumb over the wrinkles. She blinked, where had that thought come from?

Running her fingers around the rim of her glass, Wanda continued. “I really enjoy being your submissive, but I was able to control my powers and emotions better when I’m the one in control.”

Agatha could practically feel the young woman’s mind trying not to split itself in two, waging a war between its dominant and submissive mindset. Moving forwards and setting her wine glass down, Agatha moved to kneel between Wanda’s thighs. She reached up, her hand gently resting on the redhead’s jaw as she waited for green eyes to meet her own.

“You can be both. People aren’t just one thing, hon.”

Realization dawned, Wanda’s skin smoothing over as her eyes widened fractionally. “Oh.” She felt a bit foolish, but Agatha must have still been in her head, because she chuckled and shook her head.

“It’s alright if you like being dominant more, sweet cheeks. Whatever makes you the most comfortable will make your partner the most comfortable.” Agatha returned to her seat, sipping her wine as she studied Wanda’s face.

She was nodding, her red hair falling slightly over her shoulder as she did so. Her fingers still absentmindedly played with the rim of her glass, her eyes focused on the carpet in front of her. Taking a quick peek into her mind, Agatha was pleased to see that Wanda was sorting through her thoughts, placing different emotions into boxes.

Confusion, in a box. Relief, in a box. Curiosity, in a box. Clarity, in a box. Understanding, in a box.

The storms in those green eyes cleared, and Wanda looked up with a small smile on her face. “Well,” she drawled, taking a sip of her drink as she met dark blue eyes. “In that case, I quite enjoyed that experience.”

She finished her wine, her mind already swirling with ideas. She could feel Agatha’s smug look from across the room, the woman looking far too pleased with herself. Flexing her fingers, Wanda recalled the way she’d left bruises on the young girl’s hip as she gasped into her ear.

Looking up, she mirrored the smirk Agatha wore. “I’d quite like to do it again.”

A wild cackle sounded throughout the room, sounding every last bit like a gleeful witch as wine flowed as freely as Wanda’s newfound love of dominance. That night, a new string of fate was formed, connecting a powerful redhead on the verge of revelation, and a young girl, still trembling from the feel of a gun in her hands.

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 7 months

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The Art of Healing: Chapter 5

Photo Cred: Me

pairing: wanda maximoff x agatha harkness

summary: agatha teaches wanda about control through sex

content warnings: smut, magical restraints, choking, edging, denial, thigh riding, marking, hickeys, fingering, cunnilingus, subspace, subdrop

word count: 6k+

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The First Time

Tension. Why did it have to be fucking tension.

Agatha never did well with that concept. She didn’t see the point of it, why would she let anticipation build when she could just take what she wanted? She’d always been a go-getter, it was one of her strongest traits, and the reason behind her coven’s mistrust in her all those centuries ago. But, that’s a story for another time.

Right now, Agatha felt as tightly wound as a trampoline spring, ready to snap at any moment. God, it was basically torture to be in the same room as Wanda, with her perfect silky hair and alluring green eyes that stared at Agatha with so much trust. Of course she noticed the way Wanda’s eyes would dart down to her lips, or try not to stare at her chest when Agatha wore a tighter shirt, but in order for the young woman to be completely comfortable in controlling her emotions, Wanda had to make the first move.

When the slightest brush of bare skin sent thousands of sparks down to her core, and a flush in her cheeks, Agatha started to understand the appeal of tension. But she wanted it to be over. She’d never been good at waiting, and as exciting as the chase was, she was impatient.

It was almost as if she could sense the waiting period coming to an end as she watched Wanda nervously pick at her food one day. Blue eyes watched the fork held in those long fingers, as it moved around the plate while never actually bringing any food to those deliciously plump lips.

“Something on your mind, hon?”

Wanda jumped slightly at the question, her fork dropping with a clang against her plate. Green eyes peered up at her, an embarrassed flush spreading across Wanda’s cheeks. She cleared her throat, attempting to appear nonchalant as she took a sip of her water.

“I just…” Wanda trailed off, trying to find the right words. “You’d mentioned that you’re a dominant earlier.”

Agatha raised her eyebrows as Wanda abruptly stopped, seemingly stopping herself from continuing. At Agatha’s expectant nod, she continued, albeit hesitantly. “You’d mentioned that I was your submissive, does that include sex?”

A small smirk made its way to Agatha’s lips, “Do you want it to include sex, hon?”

Wanda made a small noise at the back of her throat, her fingers clutching her fork in a death grip. Her eyes shot downward, locking on her plate as her cheeks and ears burned. Stammering, she tried to get a sentence out, but felt her throat close up when she tried to get any words out.

Her embarrassment felt tangible, suffocating and restricting as an uncomfortable weight made itself known in her chest. Her face burned, the air hot as her eyes searched her plate frantically. Her brain wasn’t working, any coherent thoughts slipping away as she tried to speak.

Long fingers tapped the table in front of her, and Wanda focused on them, breathing in time with each slow tap. Agatha’s raspy voice filled the kitchen, “Clear answers please.”

At the teasing tone, Wanda looked up. Agatha’s eyes were soft as she locked eyes with her, a small but friendly smile playing on her lips. Wanda tore her gaze from Agatha’s lips to her eyes, which shone with mischief and sincerity.

“Yes.”

Agatha’s face changes, just slightly. Her eyes adopt a sort of hungry look, her posture straightening as she spreads her fingers on the cool wood of the kitchen table. “Yes, what?”

Wanda’s pretty sure her cheeks are bright red at this point, but she can’t look away. She can feel herself being drawn into Agatha’s orbit, her skin remembering all the times the older woman touched her. She can practically feel the ghost of Agatha’s fingertips around her waist, on her thighs, and that one time Agatha had placed a hand on her chest, dangerously close to her neck. Wanda blinks, snapping out of whatever lavender-scented haze she’d just sunk into.

“Um…” Trailing off, Wanda thinks about what to respond with. She can’t think very well, her mind rapidly filling up with thoughts of Agatha’s hands moving elsewhere, when those same hands cup her face.

“Yes what, Wanda?” Agatha repeats, her hands cool against Wanda’s flushed cheeks. The younger woman takes a few breaths, her eyes glossy as she looks up at Agatha.

“Yes ma’am.” Wanda’s voice is soft, and her lips part slightly after she speaks. Her green eyes are wide, and Agatha watches as her pupils dilate slightly when she drags her fingers against her cheekbone. She experimentally moves a single hand lower, wrapping her fingers gently around Wanda’s throat, and smiling widely when those green eyes close and a whimper escapes her parted lips.

Agatha squeezes harder, a strangled gasp escaping Wanda as her eyes fly open. Her pupils are almost fully dilated now, only a sliver of green left. Agatha growls at the sight, her other hand reaching around to cup the back of Wanda’s head, her fingers tangling with long, red strands of silky hair.

“Eyes open when you’re speaking to me.”

Wanda attempts to nod, making a strangled noise at the back of her throat. Agatha blinked, releasing her tight hold of the young woman. When Wanda looks at her in confusion, Agatha wraps her hands around her waist, pulling her towards the bedroom.

“What are you feeling right now?” Agatha asks, prompting Wanda to ground herself slightly, noticing the way the redhead’s hands are trembling.

Green eyes stare back at her, before blinking as Wanda tries to articulate herself. “Uh, I’m feeling really… um. Sorry, I…” She trails off, eyebrows furrowing as she takes a few deep breaths, calming her racing heart. Agatha continues to walk backwards, slowly leading them towards the bedroom.

“I’m really excited.” Wanda says, her face lighting up at Agatha’s small smile. “I’m also nervous but that’s probably normal, um, and I… I feel quite calm except for my uh…”

Agatha raises an eyebrow, opening the door to her bedroom and walking them in. “Except for…” She prompts, watching the way Wanda ducks her head slightly, her eyes bouncing nervously around the room and adamantly refusing to look in Agatha’s direction.

Crossing the limited space between them, Agatha pushes Wanda towards the bed, smirking when she lets out a soft grunt as her back meets the mattress. Before Wanda can even process what’s happening, Agatha shuts the door and meets her on the bed.

Getting into position, Agatha straddles Wanda’s hips, before grabbing the young woman’s wrists and pinning them above her head. With one hand holding Wanda’s wrists down, Agatha uses her other hand to gently scratch her blunt nails down the soft skin of Wanda’s throat. She feels it bob under her touch, Wanda swallowing harshly.

“Except for what?” Agatha repeats, letting her fingers close around Wanda’s throat once more. She mentally notes the way that Wanda’s heart speeds up, feeling each pulse beneath her fingers as she waits for a response.

“Uh… except for my…” Wanda bites her lip, her cheeks flaming as Agatha’s eyes are drawn to the action. “Except for my arousal.” Wanda finishes, whispering the last part as Agatha’s blue eyes snap to hers.

A blinding smile makes its way onto Agatha’s face, “Good girl.” She practically purrs, and Wanda smiles back.

Arching her back slightly, Wanda attempts to move her arms from Agatha’s grip. Agatha’s fingers squeeze harder, and Wanda lets her body go limp as her head starts to feel slightly fuzzy.

“Going somewhere?” Agatha asks, leaning down until her face is inches from Wanda’s. Her tongue quickly swipes across her bottom lip, her eyes locked on Wanda’s parted lips. Green eyes stare back, soft puffs of air hitting Agatha’s equally as flushed face at the lack of distance between them.

“I just… wanted to touch you too,” Wanda says, quite lamely. Her attention has been drawn to Agatha’s lips, plump and oh so kissable. She can feel herself leaning towards Agatha, her neck straining against the older woman’s hold on her throat and her back arching as she attempts to press herself fully against Agatha.

Soft lips press against Wanda’s, and she sighs as she feels Agatha’s lips move against her own. Her body relaxes into the mattress, her arms going limp in Agatha’s hold as she lets her tongue slide against the older woman’s. She feels Agatha lower her own body, their upper halves connected as Wanda is pressed further against the bed.

Wanda breathes deeply through her nose, arching her back once more and moaning at the feeling of Agatha’s breasts against her own.

Agatha swallows the sound, before something snaps inside her. At the feeling of Wanda pressing herself desperately against her body, Agatha deepens the kiss, her hand leaving Wanda’s neck in favor of tangling in her hair. Pulling, Agatha wrenches Wanda’s head back, angling the redhead’s face towards her better as she experimentally bites into her bottom lip.

A needy whimper escapes Wanda, her head swimming as a fuzzy feeling takes over. She feels almost weightless as Agatha nips at her lips, soothing the bites with her wickedly talented tongue. She can’t help but start tugging against Agatha’s firm hold once again, and suppresses a whine when the older woman disconnects their lips.

“Since you can’t keep still, I’ll just have to restrain you better.” Agatha whispered against Wanda’s lips, pecking them softly before twisting her fingers. Purple tendrils shot out and wrapped around Wanda’s wrists, pulling them towards the headboard and holding her there.

Wanda tugged against them, her head fuzzy as her arousal skyrocketed. She tried to roll her hips, but Agatha pressed her firmly down with her thighs, the pressure sending a delicious heat coursing through Wanda’s body. The fuzzy feeling intensified, trapping her mind in a comfortable lavender-scented haze as Wanda’s eyes grew glassy.

“How are you feeling?” Agatha asked again, her hands trailing lightly over Wanda’s top. Her fingers barely brushed Wanda’s chest, before applying firmer pressure as they skated over her taut stomach, pulling the material up slightly.

At the feeling of Agatha’s hands against her bare stomach, Wanda moaned. She’d truly never felt this way before, her whole body was heating up and she could actually feel her arousal dampening her underwear. When Agatha’s nails scraped near the top of her pants, she jolted, her hips rubbing against Agatha's pelvis.

“I’m feeling good,” Wanda was slightly breathless, diving into her own head for a moment to gather her thoughts. She was pleasantly surprised to find that it was easier to distinguish her emotions than it normally was. Typically, her emotions all muddled together into a confusing sort of mess, but right now they were neatly organized in her mind.

Green eyes widened at the realization, and Agatha nodded, a knowing look in her eyes. She let her hands first higher, just barely brushing the bottom of Wanda’s bra as she asked, “Do you understand now?”

“Understand?” Wanda asked, still marveling at how organized her emotions felt. She could literally name them, something she’d never been able to do before.

“Do you understand how giving up control can clear your head?” Agatha clarified, and Wanda nodded. Smirking, Agatha leaned down and let her lips brush Wanda’s, and green eyes closed in anticipation.

“Pick a safe word.” Agatha murmured, her lips sending tingles throughout Wanda’s entire face.

Wanda scrambled for a moment, remembering the awkward conversation they’d had earlier that week. She didn’t think she’d need a safeword, but when Agatha’s nails scraped harshly against her ribcage, she quickly found one she liked.

“Scarlet.”

Agatha’s eyebrows rose, “Did you choose that one because that’s the color of your magic?”

Wanda nodded, slightly sheepish. Agatha let her lips fully press against hers, before taking her bottom lip between her teeth and tugging slightly before letting it go with a small ‘pop’. “Good girl.”

A needy moan erupted from Wanda, her eyes desperate as Agatha sat up again. The older woman just smirked at her, before casually gripping the hem of her sweater and pulling it off in one, swift movement.

Wanda hungrily took in the sight, her eyes lingering on Agatha’s chest. She’d never really given any thought to her sexuality before, too busy taking care of Pietro and living on the streets, but now it was different. Now, as she stared unabashedly at Agatha’s exposed chest, covered by a lacy black bra, she knew with certainty that she liked women. She liked them a lot.

Saliva pooled in her mouth, and Wanda swallowed harshly as the urge to explore the creamy expanse of Agatha’s torso with only her tongue overtook her. She tried to sit up, really just to get closer to the woman sitting atop her, but didn’t get very far with her wrists restrained.

“Like what you see?” Agatha asked cheekily, that damned smirk never leaving her face.

Wanda scowled slightly, frustrated with her inability to move. “Let me go, I want to touch you.” She practically demanded, trying to not get distracted when Agatha twisted her fingers, purple wisps wrapping around her shirt and causing it to disappear.

Goosbumps erupted on Wanda’s now bare skin, and she shivered for a whole different reason when Agatha’s eyes hungrily took in the sight of her bare torso and chest. She’d never felt this… wanted before. And now that she’d experienced it, Wanda wanted more.

“Stay still, hon.” Agatha murmured, her hands tracing the straps of Wanda’s bra. Her eyes glance questioningly up at Wanda, barely taking in the younger woman’s nod before she’s tugging the straps off. Agatha’s hands are impatient, her eyes blazing with lust as she takes in the sight of Wanda’s nude chest.

Agatha’s own chest is heaving, and she feels slightly lightheaded. It’d been too long since she last saw a woman nude, and even longer since she’d actually touched someone. Her hands move on autopilot, muscle memory taking over as she magics away Wanda’s bra and takes her nipples between her fingers. Rolling them, her eyes watch in fascination as Wanda’s mouth opens slightly and her back arches, pushing her chest further into Agatha’s skilled hands.

“More.” Wanda’s voice is rough, her accent bleeding into every syllable as she speaks. “More, Agatha. I want… no. I need more.”

A small chuckle escapes Agatha, her eyes lighting up at the request. “More? Are you sure, sweetcheeks?”

Wanda nods, the movement frantic as she tries to move her hips, anything to get some relief to her aching core. “I can handle it.” Her voice is strong and sure, her eyes determined even as she whimpers when Agatha pinches her nipples harshly.

“You’re going to regret that.” Agatha murmurs, and it sounds like a promise.

The older woman leans down, kissing Wanda deeply as she twists her fingers. Purple wisps erupt from her hand and wrap around them briefly, before whisking away the rest of their clothing, leaving them in only their underwear. Before Wanda gets the chance to process their nudity, Agatha breaks the kiss and lets her lips trail over her neck.

The feel of Wanda’s skin is almost addicting, and it takes everything Agatha has to not break her soft skin as she bites into her neck. She sucks harshly, relishing in the drawn out moan that Wanda lets out. Once she’s satisfied that she’s created a dark hickey, she detaches her lips and moves a few inches downwards, towards the base of her throat, before sinking her teeth in one more.

Wanda sinks deeper into the fuzzy haze, her emotions settling until the only thing she can think about is her maddening lust and need to orgasm. The feel of Agatha roughly marking her neck sends her further into the haze, her hips rutting upwards in search of friction.

Agatha pulls away from her neck, her eyes taking in the marks standing out against Wanda’s pale skin with pride. She feels the younger woman’s hips moving, and laughs slowly at the movement.

“Aww, hon. Are you getting desperate?” Agatha asks, her voice dripping with faux pity. Wanda’s eyes go wide at the words, nodding weakly as she tries to press herself against the other woman better.

“I’m going to tell you something, and I want you to listen carefully. Alright sweet cheeks?” Agatha’s voice is sugary sweet, and Wanda feels her orgasm rush to the surface at the raspy tone. She nods, and Agatha smiles before leaning in and placing her lips close to her ear, her hands gathering Wanda’s breasts and squeezing.

“You’re my submissive, which means only I am allowed to choose how you receive pleasure, and when you receive pleasure. I might choose to take away that pleasure, or replace it with pain, and you’re going to lay there all pretty for me and fucking take it. Because I know what's best for you. Understand?”

Wanda whimpers. Then, she nods. Words are quite difficult at the moment and she’s worried that she’ll open her mouth to speak and nothing but a stream of moans will come out.

Blue eyes soften, and Agatha seems to understand. “Too much?” She asks, her hands slightly relaxing from their firm grip of Wanda’s chest.

Shaking her head, Wanda just looks up at her. Her green eyes are glassy and unfocused, her body limp. Except for her hips, still feebly rutting into the air. Agatha doesn’t think Wanda even realizes what she’s doing, the poor thing too needy to think properly.

“It’s okay,” Agatha murmurs, her hands rubbing soft circles as she lowers her mouth to one of Wanda’s nipples. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Those are the last words she speaks for a while, her mouth too occupied with alternating between sucking Wanda’s nipples and biting marks into the swell of her breasts. Blue eyes close, and Agatha hums against Wanda’s warm skin as she pins her hips down with her hands. She takes mercy on the redhead, slipping a thigh between her legs and applying a slight pressure against Wanda’s center.

Agatha can feel the wetness of Wanda’s underwear against her bare thigh, the heat pulsing from her in waves. A sigh escapes Wanda’s swollen lips, the aching pressure subsiding slightly as Agatha clenches her thigh. Her hands tug weakly at the purple restraints, wanting more.

Eventually, Agatha feels her own arousal reaching its limit and detaches her lips from Wanda’s chest. She smiles widely as her fingers trace the numerous marks that litter pale skin. There are bruises spread from the underside of her breasts, all the way up to her collarbone and the base of Wanda’s throat.

Twisting her fingers once more, Agatha removes her underwear and watches Wanda’s eyes as they hungrily take in the shining arousal leaking down her thighs. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips as she sucks in a deep breath.

“This is what you do to me, hot stuff.” Agatha says, throwing a wink down at the redhead before moving to straddle one of her thighs. She would feel embarrassed at the amount of juices now coating Wanda’s thigh, but she’s too fucking horny to care.

“You should have told me,” Wanda says, her voice raspy with need as she moans at the feeling of Agatha’s slick center against her thigh. “I would have let you fuck me sooner.”

Agatha growls at the thought, angling her hips just right as she starts moving. Her core moves effortlessly over Wanda’s thigh, her arousal forming a frictionless barrier between them.

Blue eyes watch as Wanda throws her head back against the pillow, showing off her hickey covered neck as she pants. The scene in front of her is almost too much to bear, and the thought of waiting any longer for her much-needed release sends Wanda spiraling headfirst into the comforting lavender haze. It welcomes her with open arms, entrapping her mind as she watches Agatha increase the speed of her hips.

Soft moans fill the room, and Wanda vaguely realizes that she’s not the one making them. Agatha’s lips are parted, her eyes closed as she increases the pressure of her hips, thrusting almost wildly as she chases her orgasm.

Wanda watches, the scene appearing almost foggy as her vision blurs slightly, her eyes unfocusing. Her mouth is open, all of her attention focused solely on the woman atop her. Agatha reaches a hand up to her own nude chest, grasping at one of her nipples and twisting, while the other hand snakes its way up to Wanda’s throat and squeezes slightly.

Too far gone to even moan, Wanda lets a strangled whine out as she feels her clit pulse to the rhythm of Agatha’s hips. Then, Agatha begins rambling, her voice low and raspy, “Gods, you’re doing so good for me hon. Laying there all pretty for me while I use you for my own pleasure. Fuck… I’m gonna come, do you know how difficult it's been to keep my hands off you? You’re just so fucking innocent, you don’t even realize the effect you have on me.”

Wanda smiles, feeling a rush of something when Agatha says that. Maybe it’s pride, maybe it's just pure lust, but whatever it is Wanda wants more of it.

“I’ve always been attracted to powerful people, and you Wanda.” Agatha paused, opening her eyes. The blue was gone, her pupils so blown that they took over her irises. She stared down, squeezing Wanda’s throat tighter as she moved her hips faster. “Your power is astonishing, and being around you feels amazing. You’re amazing.”

Her voice is slightly breathless by the time she finishes speaking, her muscles tensing as her orgasm rises close to the surface. Wanda’s mind has sharpened slightly, hearing Agatha’s breathy voice. It makes her feel powerful, knowing that Agatha was this close to coming because of her.

Wanda watched Agatha’s thighs tense, her hips stuttering as the first waves of her orgasm hit her. Smirking slightly at the breathless moan Agatha let out, Wanda abruptly jerked her hips while tensing her thigh. Agatha’s eyes flew open, her orgasm wracking her body as she fell forward, her face buried in Wanda’s collarbone.

The older woman shook on top of Wanda, who relished in the feel of Agatha’s slightly damp skin against her own. She angled her head until her lips met Agatha’s cheek, and pressed a gentle kiss there. She’d just made Agatha come. She had, nobody else. Wanda wondered why the thought felt so good.

Needy lips found her own, and Wanda smiled into the kiss as Agatha rode out her orgasm. She lazily rolled her hips against Wanda’s soaked thigh, drawing out the last tendrils of pleasure as they kissed deeply. Agatha’s teeth were sharp, biting and tugging at Wanda’s lips until she couldn’t keep up.

Breaking the kiss, Wanda felt Agatha’s lips trace over the dark bruises she’d left earlier. She moved, her lips only briefly sucking at Wanda’s oversensitive nipples before she trailed her tongue down her stomach. By the time she’d reached the waistband of Wanda’s underwear, the redhead was squirming as her hips twitched against Agatha’s palms.

Pressing firmly, Agatha stilled Wanda’s hips as she carefully dragged her tongue down Wanda’s underwear. She avoided her clit, instead gathering up the taste of Wanda’s arousal through the fabric of her underwear. She savored the taste, immediately wanting more, but forcing herself to wait.

After a few moments of teasing, Agatha moved her lips to the soft skin of Wanda’s inner thigh. She ignored the groan that sounded above her, focusing on marking Wanda’s skin with more hickeys. The smell of the younger woman’s sweet arousal hit her nose, and Agatha let herself get lost in it.

Wanda’s thighs trembled, her voice soft as she let out a single word, “Please?”

Agatha smirked, “Well, since you asked so nicely.” Twisting her fingers, she watched the material of Wanda’s underwear disappear, the glistening folds of her pussy looking absolutely delectable. Taking one last breath, Agatha leaned closer as she experimentally swiped her tongue through the slick arousal coating Wanda’s center.

One taste. That’s all it took for Agatha to lose her control. She wrapped a purple tendril around Wanda’s waist, pinning her hips securely to the mattress before sucking her clit between her lips.

Wanda practically screamed, her clit pulsing wildly against Agatha’s tongue as she thrashed against the purple restraints. It was too much, too many sensations. Too much, and yet not enough at the same time. The lavender-scented haze took over, and Wanda felt her body go limp.

Agatha continued to eat her out like a woman starved, pulling away briefly to remind Wanda about her safeword, before she was sucking her folds between her lips. Her tongue grew tired, but Agatha didn’t care, lapping up as many of Wanda’s juices as she could before her orgasm approached.

Hips twitching under the tendril of magic, Wanda felt her orgasm rise. She’d only ever reached her peak in the privacy of her own bed, and this was nothing like that. Her muscles ached, her body warm as sweat trickled down her temple. The pressure at her core was unbearable, bordering on painful as she anticipated her orgasm arriving.

Fiery bolts of electricity shot through her core, her muscles tensing. Wanda threw her head back, feeling her orgasm just seconds away. It started to sweep over her, a delicious shudder of pleasure making its way through her body, when Agatha pulled away.

As soon as her orgasm had started, it stopped, fading away as Wanda drew a few ragged breaths. She tensed her legs, getting ready to clamp them together, willing to do anything to bring back the raw pleasure she’d just felt.

Sharp nails dug into her thigh, making her wince. Wanda leveled a glare at the smirking woman between her thighs. It wasn’t very effective, Agatha taking one look at her glossy eyes and heaving chest before chuckling.

“Remember, I get to give and take pleasure as I please. Your pleasure isn’t in your control anymore, sweet cheeks.” Agatha said with a dark smile, twisting her fingers and letting two tendrils wrap around Wanda’s ankles, pulling her legs apart and limiting any further movement.

Throwing her head back, Wanda caught her breath. She experimentally tried to move, but could barely muster a roll of her hips before the magical restraints stopped her. Agatha’s hand hit her inner thigh, the sound sharp as it reverberated around the room. Wanda felt the pain shoot straight to her dripping core, and Agatha watched her clit pulse at the sensation.

“Don’t try and escape,” Agatha’s voice was low as she spoke, tracing her fingers over the reddening mark on Wanda’s thigh. “You won’t be able to.”

The thought of being trapped should have caused panic, and Wanda waited for the knot of anxiety to appear in her chest, and grew confused when all she felt was calm and… aroused? She filed her emotions away, choosing to think about her reaction later as she refocused on Agatha’s form between her now-restrained legs.

The fingers tracing Wanda’s thighs moved agonizingly slowly towards the slick skin of her inner thighs. Swiping a finger through the arousal, Agatha brought it to her lips, savoring the taste as she moaned appreciatively. All Wanda could do was watch, her arousal growing with each gentle touch of Agatha’s fingers.

Eventually, the anticipation grew painful and Wanda couldn’t help the small whimper she let out. Agatha’s eyes snapped towards her, boring into her own as the older woman took in the pleading look on Wanda’s face.

“Use your words, hon.” Agatha’s voice was commanding, her fingers still moving closer to Wanda’s glistening pussy.

Wanda could have screamed, frustration growing with each passing second. “Touch me.” She demanded, her words more breathy than she would have liked. She barely reacted when Agatha delivered another sharp slap to her inner thigh, the action sending heat straight to her already-soaked core.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Agatha began, her voice hard as her nails traced the marks on Wanda’s skin, digging in slightly. “If you want something, you’ll ask nicely. Understand?”

Nodding quickly, Wanda tried again. “Please touch me?” She let her eyes go wide, a hopeful look on her face.

“Please touch me… what?” Agatha asked, her nails scratching deep lines into Wanda’s inner thigh. She admired the red marks as Wanda moaned at the action. She’d almost forgotten how fucking hot marking someone could be.

“Please,” Wanda choked back a moan as Agatha swiped a finger through her arousal, bringing it to her mouth as she raised her eyebrow. “Please touch me, ma’am.”

“That’s much better,” Agatha practically purred, giving no warning before entering Wanda with a single finger. She moaned in sync with the woman underneath her, the wet heat of Wanda’s pussy sucking her finger in as she started to slowly thrust in and out of her.

The simmering heat in Wanda’s veins grew to a boil as she tried to move. The sensations were once again, too much. Agatha added a second finger, and the heat grew into a raging fire, the lavender-scented haze feeling like cotton in Wanda’s ears.

Agatha curled her fingers. Wanda’s eyes glowed scarlet.

“Control yourself.” Agatha demanded, her other hand wrapping around Wanda’s throat. The second her hand made contact, the scarlet glow faded, and Wanda’s green eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling as she processed.

The sound of Agatha’s fingers squelching as they roughly fucked into Wanda filled the room, the sound throwing Wanda further into the fuzzy headspace she’d been in before. She felt her frustration, it was nearly a tangible thing, and experimentally smothered it with magic.

Gasping, Wanda felt her frustration fade, anticipation and want filling her instead. She finally made eye contact with Agatha, the older woman nodding with a proud look on her face.

“Good girl.”

Wanda moaned, feeling her orgasm begin to rise again. She let it sweep through her body, warm and needy as she prepared for release. Her head spun, and she sucked in deep breaths around Agatha’s hand at her throat. Although she knew it was futile, she tried to move her arms, her wrists pulling weakly against the purple tendrils.

“Getting close hon?” Agatha asked, blue eyes piercing through the haze that invaded Wanda’s mind. She nodded, a bead of sweat slowly dripping from her temple into her hair. She was so close, just a few more thrusts of Agatha’s fingers and she’d come.

Just a few… more… thrusts…

“That’s too bad.”

Agatha’s fingers disappeared, and a stream of pleas left Wanda’s lips. “No no no, wait. Agatha, I mean… ma’am. Fuck. Please, I’ve been good. Let me come, please. I need it, I’m practically aching for you. Why won’t you let me come? I’ve been good haven’t I?”

Gentle fingers rub soothing circles against Wanda’s hips as her pleas die down. Agatha’s face is impassive as she watches tears well up in those green eyes, pleasure rising up at the sight. After a few seconds, Wanda closes her mouth, choosing to stare at Agatha instead.

“I’m doing this to teach you a lesson in control.” The words are soft, and Wanda understands. She might not like it, but she understands. Without this, she wouldn’t have been able to control her emotions, and she’s surprised at how confident she is in her ability to control them outside of a sexual situation.

Upon seeing the realization on Wanda’s flushed face, Agatha lets her fingers circle her clit in warning before harshly entering her again. Her two fingers easily slide in, instantly being welcomed by Wanda’s dripping pussy.

Red hair splays out messily on the pillow as Wanda throws her head back, arching her back as the overwhelming sensations grow once more. She doesn't fight against her restraints, knowing that there truly is no escape. Agatha can do whatever she wants, for however long she wants, and the only thing Wanda can do is take it.

Agatha smiles as soon as the thought crosses Wanda’s mind. Now that the point of her lesson has been made, she has no qualms about letting Wanda come. Not that she knows that, some things are better as surprises.

Adding a third finger, and relishing in the moan it draws from Wanda’s tired throat, Agatha reaches her other hand up and gropes Wanda’s chest. She increases her pace, curling her fingers with each thrust as she takes a nipple and rolls it harshly between her fingers.

Wanda’s eyes are completely glossed over, tears building in her eyes and falling down her red cheeks as her lips part. She draws ragged breaths, trying to anticipate her incoming orgasm. The pressure at her core threatens to burst, the pleasure from Agatha’s fingers bordering on painful as they roughly fuck into her. Then, within the span of a few seconds, her orgasm builds to a roar.

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…” Wanda doesn’t get any more words out after that, her orgasm ripping through her violently. The walls of her overworked pussy clamp down on Agatha’s fingers, incoherent babbles leaving her lips as her thighs tremble. Cool fingers stroke over her dampened skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake as Agatha works her through the orgasm, fingers gently coaxing out every last drop of pleasure.

Pulling her fingers from Wanda as slow as she can, Agatha twists her fingers and releases her from the restraints. She watches as tears fall steadily from Wanda’s eyes, her body trembling with aftershocks as her body remains limp against the dampened sheets.

Summoning a washcloth, Agatha takes a peek inside Wanda’s head, noting that she was experiencing a sub drop. Luckily, her emotions were still tightly controlled, and Agatha couldn’t help the proud feeling that rose inside her chest. Wanda didn’t quite know whether she wanted Agatha to touch her or not, so the older woman made the decision for her.

Prodding at Wanda’s swollen lips, Agatha slipped her fingers into her mouth, letting the redhead taste her own essence. She felt Wanda’s tongue respond, swirling around her fingers as the action helped ground her. Using her other hand, she brought the washcloth to Wanda’s inner thighs, dampening it using her magic and softly running it over her sticky skin.

Methodically cleaning Wanda’s soft skin of any lingering juices, Agatha watched her come back to her senses. Her thighs twitched under her ministrations, and she brought her hands down from the pillow to wrap her fingers around Agatha’s wrist. Holding her wrist firmly, Wanda closed her eyes as she sucked on Agatha’s cum soaked fingers, the action soothing her as her mind finally settled.

Discarding the washcloth with a flick of her fingers, Agatha ensured that Wanda was fully clean before lying down next to her and pulling her fingers from her mouth. Ignoring the soft whine at the action, Agatha pulled Wanda flush against her in a tight embrace.

Wanda instantly settled, relaxing completely in the older woman’s hold. She buried her face in Agatha’s neck as she wrapped her arms tightly around her waist. Still not completely grounded, Wanda let her mouth place soft kisses on Agatha’s exposed skin. She sucked light hickeys into her neck, wanting to return the favor and give herself something to do at the same time.

Agatha hummed softly, before placing a kiss in Wanda’s hair and asking, “How do you feel?”

Pausing her movements for a brief second, Wanda reached inside for her emotions. She felt calm, happy, satisfied… but mostly…

“I feel so light.”

Smiling, Agatha felt Wanda resume her lazy kisses against her neck. She pulled her closer, murmuring, “I’m glad you finally understand.”

And truly Wanda did understand. For most of her life, her emotions had felt like a burden. Whether it was grief over her parents, hopelessness at the thought of living on the streets, or anxiety whenever Pietro came home late, she’d never felt fully in control of her own emotions. How freeing it was, to finally exist peacefully and in charge of her own emotions and reactions.

The jagged hole in her chest grew smaller, and a little softer around the edges. Taking a deep breath didn’t feel quite as difficult as it had before, and for the first time in a while, when Wanda smiled, her eyes sparkled.

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