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To Be Hers

Pairing: Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader

Summary: You always try your best to be good for your girlfriend, but everyone likes to let loose sometimes. Wanda’s reaction, and the punishments that follow, only make doing so that much sweeter.

Word Count: 3,436

Warnings: Mommy kink, slight degradation, fingering (R receiving), strap-on use (R receiving), and spanking. 18+, Minors DNI

Author’s Note: This idea came to my head, as you all seem to enjoy my other Wanda smut fic, I hope you enjoy this one! Again, I’m still rusty writing smut but I hope this is still enjoyable for you all to read.

If there was one thing about Tony Stark that any person at SHIELD could agree with; it was the simple fact that he threw amazing parties.

Of course, you were part of the minority when it came to attending said events. Being surrounded by drunkenly gyrating bodies, inane small talk, and being forced to socialize with people you’ve never met, wasn’t really the highlight of your night. Nor was it something you enjoyed subjecting yourself to. However, even if you didn’t see the appeal, you couldn’t help the smile that curls your lips whenever you see the people you care for having fun.

Taking another sip of your virgin cocktail-- there was no way in hell you were getting drunk-- you meet the mischievous gaze of your girlfriend from across the crowded room. Her attention causes a thrill to run up and down your spine, your heart racing at the playful smirk adorning full lips before she casually went back to speaking with Natasha.

Wanda Maximoff-- otherwise known as the Scarlet Witch-- was the only reason you were attending yet another one of Tony’s parties. The whispered promise against your ear, her tone having dropped to a huskiness that would never fail to excite you, as she had helped you into your coat before exiting your shared home, “Be a good girl for me and I’ll make it worth your while.” Her body-- encased in a sinful black suit-- rubbed up against yours to subtly let you know that she was strapped.

Normally such a statement, and blatant showing of what she wanted to do to you, would have you bending to her will.

This wouldn’t be like other times.

While you did adore when Wanda would ease up on the tight grip on the reigns-- allowing you to set the pace for the night and what you’d like to have her do-- you wanted something different tonight. You wanted to feel Wanda claim you in a way only she could. To feel her for days afterward when you were all alone.

You knew that you were going to be playing with fire, but you were more than happy to get burned if it meant getting what you wanted.

It didn’t help that she had left your side the moment she had entered the party, searching for the rest of her team, as she left you to fend for yourself. You knew you weren’t really alone, of course, as you could feel the way Wanda’s gaze followed you as you moved around the room. Something that would always bring you comfort as you know that Wanda would be by your side the moment that you needed her.

While it did still fill you with affection for the Sokovian, her habit was just an advantage in your arsenal to make her do what you wanted.

Especially now, Wanda’s gaze was boring in the back of your head as Bucky approached you with a friendly smile on his lips. You weren’t the most self-confident person in the world, but even you knew the dress that Wanda had picked out for you looked amazing on your body. Something that Bucky seemed to notice as he appraised you when he stopped before you; a fact that you were certain Wanda hadn’t missed. It was only a matter of time now.

You didn’t know what it was about Bucky that set Wanda on edge-- the Sokovian had no issues with any other member on the team-- but she never left you alone with the man for long. Maybe it could be for the fact that you had admitted to Wanda you had a small crush on Bucky before truly getting to know her? Or it could be because Bucky held a charm that few others on the team possessed.

“Hey,” Bucky greets, a charming smile on his lips.

“Hello.” You offer Bucky a smile back. “Have you been enjoying the party?”

“God no.” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck ruefully. “I haven’t been one for big crowds as of late. When I was younger, I was quite the partier.”

Your eyebrows raise in amusement. “Really now?” You had seen earlier pictures of Bucky and Steve but had never truly put stories behind the stilled frames. “I’ll have to ask Cap about that sometime.”

He offers you a smile at that-- his eyes crinkling with mirth-- before he gestures towards your dress. “You look really nice tonight, Y/N. The dress is absolutely stunning on you.”

Glancing down, you smooth out the deep red fabric. “Thank you, Wanda picked it out for me.”

At the mention of your girlfriend, Bucky winces-- although it wasn’t too noticeable-- but you don’t have much time to question what that meant as a familiar form appears by your side and an iron-like hold clamps onto your wrist.

“I’m sorry,” Wanda interrupts, clearly trying to keep her cool. “I just realized that Y/N and I have an important event to get to in the morning that we should be well-rested for.” Emerald eyes, speckled with flashes of deep red, meet your own e/c. “Isn’t that right, detka?”

She’s giving you an out, your mind hisses. Take it and you might be able to get out of this with a relatively light punishment.

Your lips thin into a line as you hesitate on what to say. Wasn’t the entire reason you were doing this because you wanted this exact reaction? You’ve gotten this far already, and you weren’t about to back out now.

So, you offer Wanda a light smile. “I’m not that tired, Wands. Why don’t you head on home without me? I’m sure I could ask someone to give me a ride. Bucky wouldn’t mind, would you?”

He wisely keeps his mouth shut at the question.

A storm cloud appears in your girlfriend’s eyes at that-- lightning strikes of red streak through-- as her grip on your wrist tightens exponentially. The strained quality of her smile telling you how far you’ve pushed.

“It’s time to go home now, detka,” Wanda practically purrs, stepping closer to you as her breath ghosts across your skin. “We have quite the busy schedule ahead of us.”

You can only gulp in response as Wanda pulls you entirely away from Bucky and out of the party.

Wanda didn’t speak the entire drive home-- her hand, situated on your thigh, would clench every now and then but nothing else-- as the almost oppressive silence settled between the two of you.

When you finally pull into the driveway, you almost breathe a sigh of relief until Wanda steps from the car and slams the door behind her. Your gaze trailed her as she rounds the car and opens the passenger door; the stormy gaze you were met with detailing just how far you were able to achieve your goal.

“Bedroom,” Wanda snarls. “I want you to strip and be ready for me.” At your small moment of hesitation, Wanda’s agitation grows. “Now.”

Not needing to be told twice, you rush inside the house practically ripping off your dress as you clamber up the stairs to your bedroom. You knew that Wanda was only a few steps behind you-- her heated gaze scorched your skin as each inch of skin was revealed-- but you don’t look back. You know what would happen if you disobeyed her. Again.

Dropping to your knees before your shared bed, you lower your gaze to the rug as you listen to the sound of Wanda’s heeled feet slowly circling you. Her presence, the heat, and desire it caused to run rampant through your body, was stifling.

“You’re such a naughty girl, baby,” Wanda croons, squatting in front of you, her hand gently runs through the tresses of your hair before her hold tightens and she yanks your head back. Allowing you to see the dark look etched within her gaze. “Did you get what you want, detka? Are you happy that you riled me up? That you got me jealous? Are you such a fucking attention whore that you needed to disrupt my night in order to take care of you?”

You nod-- your words getting stuck in your throat-- as you arch into her touch. Though a sharp gasp erupts from your lips as Wanda’s hold tightens that much more and she forces your head to crane back.

“I want to hear you, detka. I want to hear that pretty little mouth speak before you’re unable to.” A sharp smile curls her lips at the thought. “So, is my naughty little girl an attention whore? Or was she simply being innocent to the fact that Barnes wants to take what’s mine?”

You know better than to lie to her. “Yes,” you gasp. “I wanted your attention.”

“Yes, what?” Her voice hardens at your continued insolence.

“Yes, mommy.”

Something smooths out across Wanda’s face as the familiar name slips from your lips, but the agitation etched within her gaze never wavers as she releases you; her form shifting to settle on the end of the bed.

“Over my lap, baby,” she commands, leaving you no room to argue-- not that you were going to-- as you scramble up to comply.

The smooth material of her suit caresses your stomach as you lay across her lap. A small gasp escapes your mouth as Wanda gingerly touches your ass with a sensual air that makes your core clench. You knew, at least at this point, that your panties were completely ruined.

“What’s your safe word, detka?” Wanda questions softly, her earlier ire being replaced by concern for you. It was one thing to take her frustration out on you in a way you both enjoyed, but Wanda would never be able to forgive herself if she inadvertently harmed you. A thought that brings even more affection crashing into your heart than before.

“Red, mommy.”

A satisfied hum leaves Wanda at the response. “Now that was covered--” She trails off, but you don’t have to wait long as a sharp, yet soft, smack connects with your skin. The yelp that leaves your mouth is more from surprise than any actual pain. “I want you to tell me why I’m punishing you, detka.”

“For talking to someone I wasn’t supposed to without you beside me?”

It was a tentative reply, as you know what you had done but didn’t know what angle Wanda was coming from, and you were rewarded with a sharp slap-- hard enough to leave a lingering warmth and a slight sting but nothing more-- as she cajoles you.

“Try again, baby.” The soft croon of her voice, coupled with the way she caresses your ass tenderly, causes your throat to clench against the need to mewl.

You wrack your brain for an answer. “Was it because I ignored your first command?”

This time the yelp that erupts from your mouth is riddled with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Your hands clench against the bedspread as Wanda delivers yet another slap to a reddening cheek; the burn doing little to alleviate the surge of slick that is now coating your thighs. Something that, you have no doubt, is ruining the pants of Wanda’s suit.

“You did it on purpose, detka,” Wanda hisses, her hand striking down against your ass. “You deliberately decided to rile me up. Tried to have someone challenge my claim to you.” The next three strikes come in quick succession-- the growing burn causing gasps to erupt from your throat-- as Wanda’s agitation with you truly shows.

As the punishment continues, you can’t help but arch into Wanda’s blows as moans spill wantonly from your mouth. Never before had someone doing this to you been such a turn on but the way Wanda had control over you in such a way brought a heady feeling to your mind. Soon, however, the pain starts to dominate the pain-- something that Wanda subconsciously notes as she slows-- and your moans soon start to get interlaced with sobs.

“Red, mommy,” you gasp out, finally at your breaking point. The use of the word immediately causes Wanda to cease all of her activities as she begins to caress the reddened flesh of your ass with a gentle touch. The soothing feeling causes a soft sigh to escape you.

“You did so well for me, baby,” Wanda purrs, gently lifting you from your previous position to straddle her lap. The green of her gaze shimmers with unparalleled adoration as she stares at you. “My beautiful girl, I just know that you’re absolutely soaked, aren’t you?”

You nod. “Yes, mommy.”

The grin that pulls at Wanda’s lips is anything but innocent. “My poor detka,” she coos. “Having to wait so long to get what she truly wanted, isn’t the right? You want Mommy in between your legs, don’t you?”

You’re afraid you might get whiplash with how fast you’re nodding your head. The clear enthusiasm causes Wanda’s gaze to soften somewhat as she stands, keeping you pressed against her, to then deposit you into the middle of the bed. Her saccharine smile only growing at your immediate response being to open your legs for her.

“You’ve been such a good girl, baby.” Amusement flickers over her gaze. “At least since we’ve been home. Maybe you deserve a reward after all.”

You watch, completely mute, as Wanda finally begins to unbutton the top of her suit; your gaze hones on the sight of full breasts as she shrugs off the jacket. Her pants get a similar treatment, her unceremoniously kicking them somewhere within the room, as her perfect body was on full display to you, as well as the thick strap between her legs. Your mouth grew dry at the sight of it-- it was one of Wanda’s favorites-- as she begins to slowly crawl up the bed towards you. Only stopping when she was directly above you, her arms bracketed on either side of your head.

The darkness within normally bright eyes lets you know how affected Wanda had been by your punishment. How much she had relished hearing your moan for her as she did so.

Not wishing to waste any more time, you angle your head to kiss Wanda. Something she allows as she smashes her own against yours; the exchange quickly turns passionate as Wanda’s tongue becomes reacquainted with your own. The taste of her-- cherries and whiskey-- causes a moan to sound out from deep within your chest. You’ll never be able to get enough of her. Never be able to stop yourself from wanting more.

Pulling away, with a slight gasp, Wanda stares down at you with half-lidded eyes. A look flickers over her face, one that you couldn’t quite place, until the telltale flash of her magic lights up the space between you, and both your bra and panties vanish. The sudden chill causes a shiver to run down your spine, but you happily arch into Wanda’s touch as she begins to make her way down your body.

She doesn’t even give you a chance to formulate a thought before two fingers are plunging into your depths-- her thumb expertly strokes your clit while doing so-- as she sets a brutal pace. One that causes a strangled cry to erupt from your throat and your back to arch, so you press into the lithe body hovering above your own.

“That’s right, detka,” Wanda hisses, her arm strained as she keeps her steady pace; her fingers curling up just right as she brushes against that spot within you. “I want to hear you scream for me. I want to hear you beg and then I might fuck your brains out.”

At her words, the way Wanda’s composure was slowly unraveling as the sounds of her fingers ramming into you fill the room, causing your core to clench-- eliciting a guttural moan from Wanda-- you finally feel something within you snap. Not even comprehending what you’re saying as all you want is for Wanda to keep going.

“Mommy, please,” you keen, your hips rising to meet her thrusts. “I want to feel you stretch me. I want you to make me come for you.”

Wanda growls, her head drops to burrow into your neck to press an open-mouthed kiss to it. The huskiness of her voice laced with her desire for you reverberates in the air between you both. “I’m going to wreck you for anyone else, detka. I’m going to make you scream until your voice is hoarse. I’m going to show you, once and for all, that you’re mine.”

With those words, Wanda pulls her fingers out from you but, before you can cry out in complaint, she slams her strap into you; only giving you a brief period to get adjusted to the size before her brutal pace was back. Not that you’d object to it.

You knew that Wanda couldn’t actually feel you clenching around her cock-- her only stimulation being against her own clit-- but you knew she loved listening to your moans as you meet her thrust for thrust. How she loved the imagery of your walls fluttering around her as she fucks you into oblivion and beyond. You also knew that Wanda slipped into your mind at the highest peak of your pleasure in order to heighten her own.

A cry erupts from your throat at a particularly hard thrust, one that elicits a growl from Wanda, as your nails dig into her back. Her muscles were clenched completely, her entire focus being on fucking you into the bed, as your moans start to steadily transition into screams.

“Yes,” you moan, your hands scrabbling for purchase on her slick back. “Mommy please fuck me harder! I need to feel you!”

Wanda was more than accommodating to your request, her hips almost became a blur as she slammed into your repeatedly. The force causes your eyes to roll back and for stars to appear behind your eyelids; you knew that you were approaching your release and fast. And, if by the sharp pants Wanda was letting loose, she was too.

“Tell me you’re mine, detka,” Wanda hisses against your neck, her teeth gently graze the skin right above your pulse point. “Tell me you’re mine and I’ll let you cum.”

You try to form words-- your pleasure-addled mind having difficulties doing so-- but when Wanda begins to slow down you snap to attention. “I’m yours, mommy,” you cry. “I’m only yours.”

A rumbling sound echoes from Wanda’s chest as she bites into your neck-- leaving a large hickey behind-- before she nips at your earlobe. “Cum for me, detka.”

As if your body had been waiting for that command, you erupt as a scream of her name escapes your lips. Your screams of pleasure bounce off the walls-- you wouldn’t be able to look at your neighbors for weeks afterward-- as your orgasm consumes you.

After what felt like hours, but was probably a few minutes, you finally come to and notice that you’re now being cradled in Wanda’s arms. One of her hands gently traces random patterns on your back as the other combs through your hair. The look of complete adoration in her gaze never fails to make your breath catch.

“There’s my beautiful baby,” Wanda croons, her lips press against your forehead in a gentle kiss. “Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough with you?”

You shake your head, snuggling closer to the comforting warmth of her body. “No, Wands. You were perfect.”

Wanda hums, her arms pulling you closer to her naked form. “Never do what you did tonight again, detka.” She gently tugs at your hair as a warning. “I don’t like to see someone ogle what is mine when I know they wish to take you.”

“I promise,” you reply, knowing that Wanda would never ask you that if it hadn’t deeply troubled her. “I’m only yours, Wands, and that will never change.”

“Good, I never wish to lose you.”

Sleep begins to pull at your mind as the sound of Wanda’s heartbeat and her comforting warmth soothes you, but you’re able to say one last thing before it claims you.

“You never will.”

You were already too far gone to see the smile that graces Wanda’s face at your words, but you’ll definitely notice her lighter mood tomorrow as she brings you breakfast in bed.

As long as she had you by her side, she could get through anything, and she’ll always make sure to keep you right where you belong.

Just as she belonged right next to you.

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