"I Love Magic" -Alex Russo/Sonny Munroe, NC-17
Title: "I Love Magic"
Fandom: Wizards of Waverly Place/ Sonny with a Chance
Pairing: Alex Russo/ Sonny Munroe
Rating: NC-17
Words:~1159
Disclaimer: This is a work of art, not intended for profit or offense. I own no rights to the subjects.
prompt: colorwithme pg 5, alex/sonny - alex uses magic.
Note: Real short, real quick, just something for letscall_l in the wake of epic ghey in PPP. ALWAYS AND FOREVER PWP.
“Uhm Alex, I’m still new to this whole thing, so if you don’t mind, eh he he…”
“Relax, girl, I got ’chu. I’ve been doin’ this for a while now, so I know what I’m doing.”
Alex clambers up onto her bed and kneels over Sonny. Grinning close to her but far away so that a kiss is impossible, she runs the tip of her wand lightly over Sonny’s exposed stomach, hooking beneath the strap of her bra and slipping quickly under the elastic band of her cotton panties.
Alex counts down, “3, 2, 1. And, scene.”
Sonny’s eyes are closed tight and her mouth is pursed, trying not to let any pleasurable sounds escape her. She’s supposed to be a prisoner here.
“At last, I have you in my evil grasp.” Alex speaks low and sultry, palming Sonny’s breast hard at the word “grasp.”
With a flick of her wand, the cloth bindings that are wrapped around Sonny’s wrists tighten and lock themselves in place to Alex’s headboard, leaving Sonny vulnerable and shivering. Alex is still kneeling over her, despite her knees getting sore, and she runs her wand tip and fingers all the way from Sonny’s struggling fingers down the flesh of her arms, her face, her sides, and come to rest at her hips.
“Ya know, I kinda wish you had the Wiz Tech glasses on right now.” Sonny’s voice is tight but her tone suggests she’s looking for a giggle. Alex does not oblige.
“Shut it, captive. No talking to the all-powerful evil wizard slash ruler of the world of fashion, Alex Russo.
Sonny opens her mouth to retort, but Alex is already ahead of her, whispering an impromptu spell and instantly a cloth is wrapped around Sonny’s head, gagging her mouth. Sonny’s eyes open wide in terror, and Alex leans down to scrape her teeth around Sonny’s chin slowly while she chuckles.
Alex lays the wand down beside her and relaxes her body against her prisoner, stretching out lazily and nuzzling the hollow of her neck. Sonny turns her head in an effort to get away.
Alex reaches down between them and undoes the silk tie keeping the folds of her silk robe together. She leans on one side and flaps open a fold, revealing her skin to Sonny’s. There is an instant spark of heat when they touch. Alex wastes little time in ravishing her captive, and dips her hands under Sonny’s Powerpuff Girl briefs and slides them down her smooth legs, taking the time to scratch her nails along the skin.
Climbing back up Sonny’s body, Alex’s fingers find her slick folds instantly and plunge inside, causing Sonny’s nervous breathing to hitch and her chest to heave. Alex holds her head above Sonny’s trapped breasts and frowns. The fingers of her other hand imitate the snipping of scissors before snapping together, and Sonny’s bra is cut right down the front, allowing Alex to take the mounds in her mouth and palm. Sonny tries to protest, but the noise dies in her throat.
Alex enjoys teasing Sonny and she slowly works and backtracks for almost 15 minutes. Sonny is sure she’s never felt more frustrated in her life. Chad Dylan Cooper be damned.
Alex likes watching the way Sonny pulls at her restraints and her muscles get taut. Her tongue licks a trail up the inside of Sonny’s bicep and she nips at her elbow, then back down to her shoulder. Sonny groans every time and her bite on the gag is tight.
Before Sonny comes undone, a truly devilish idea pops into Alex’s head. She stops, pulls out and grabs her wand. Sonny’s eyes shoot open and search for Alex behind her lustfully clouded gaze.
Alex kneels up and scoots back. Aiming her wand at Sonny’s wrists and then at the ceiling, she does an intricate improvisation and suddenly, Sonny is completely vertical, her legs collapsing awkwardly underneath her from the sudden change, leaving her hanging limply from her wrists bound to the ceiling.
“Mmmphmm!” Sonny tries to communicate as she blinks rapidly and tries to stand on shaking legs. Alex leans forward on her knees and rubs her head against Sonny’s thighs.
“Shhhh. Relax.” She looks up into Sonny’s unsure eyes as she runs her fingers up to her center. “My prisoner.”
She is merciless as plunges her fingers back in. She gets excited when she hears Sonny scream out against her gag. Pumping fast and hard into Sonny, Alex wraps an arm around her and hugs her closer, before sliding up and standing to bite maliciously at Sonny’s collarbone. Sonny whimpers and moans and cries out as her hips dip up and down against Alex’s hand. Her body is shaking and her stomach muscles are rapidly constricting and relaxing.
It takes only a few powerful upward thrusts for Sonny to stand up to her highest, on her unstable toes, her fingers curling hard and her head thrown back in a muffled song of ecstasy.
Alex chuckles deep in her throat as Sonny relaxes and tries to fight gravity. Alex takes pity on her.
“Prisoner, you have done well. Congratulations! You may go free.”
Sonny lifts her head up to glare at Alex and her mouth forms a frown. She’s tired of the gag. Alex grins and snaps her fingers - the gag disappears, and in its place Alex’s lips and tongue discourage Sonny from speaking.
Alex pulls away slightly and concentrates, her face contorting, and suddenly, Sonny is weightless, floating in midair above Alex’s bed. She squeals and grasps for Alex with her now free hands.
“Alex! Wha-“
“Shh, babe, relax. I’ve got you.” Alex moves closer as Sonny’s legs are lifted up and she is positioned horizontal to her girlfriend. Alex engages Sonny in an intense lip lock as she is slowly lowered to the bed, giving the feeling of falling back down to earth, like a feather.
Once they are secure on the covers, Sonny crawls into Alex’s arms and sighs heavily, flicking her sweaty hair from her eyes.
“This was possibly the hardest role I’ve ever had to play. “
“Oh really? What? Protesting in a girlish voice and laying back will I do things to your body was hard work?”
Alex’s eyebrows display her doubt.
Sonny returns her quirked eyebrows.
“Its kinda hilarious - you being an evil wizard. That’s way too much work for you.”
Alex leans back and stretches her arms above her head, before laying one back around Sonny’s shoulders.
“Pfft, you got that right. I’d much rather be Alex Russo, Wizard of Questionable Morals.”
They share a lingering kiss, and to prove her point, Alex gives Sonny an un-called for grope and a pinch. Sonny laughs. And a second later, a banana split appears in front of them, one spoon sticking out of the chocolate ice cream. Sonny’s grin grows wider as Alex feeds her.
“I love magic.” The girls say together.
Fandom: Wizards of Waverly Place/ Sonny with a Chance
Pairing: Alex Russo/ Sonny Munroe
Rating: NC-17
Words:~1159
Disclaimer: This is a work of art, not intended for profit or offense. I own no rights to the subjects.
prompt: colorwithme pg 5, alex/sonny - alex uses magic.
Note: Real short, real quick, just something for letscall_l in the wake of epic ghey in PPP. ALWAYS AND FOREVER PWP.
“Uhm Alex, I’m still new to this whole thing, so if you don’t mind, eh he he…”
“Relax, girl, I got ’chu. I’ve been doin’ this for a while now, so I know what I’m doing.”
Alex clambers up onto her bed and kneels over Sonny. Grinning close to her but far away so that a kiss is impossible, she runs the tip of her wand lightly over Sonny’s exposed stomach, hooking beneath the strap of her bra and slipping quickly under the elastic band of her cotton panties.
Alex counts down, “3, 2, 1. And, scene.”
Sonny’s eyes are closed tight and her mouth is pursed, trying not to let any pleasurable sounds escape her. She’s supposed to be a prisoner here.
“At last, I have you in my evil grasp.” Alex speaks low and sultry, palming Sonny’s breast hard at the word “grasp.”
With a flick of her wand, the cloth bindings that are wrapped around Sonny’s wrists tighten and lock themselves in place to Alex’s headboard, leaving Sonny vulnerable and shivering. Alex is still kneeling over her, despite her knees getting sore, and she runs her wand tip and fingers all the way from Sonny’s struggling fingers down the flesh of her arms, her face, her sides, and come to rest at her hips.
“Ya know, I kinda wish you had the Wiz Tech glasses on right now.” Sonny’s voice is tight but her tone suggests she’s looking for a giggle. Alex does not oblige.
“Shut it, captive. No talking to the all-powerful evil wizard slash ruler of the world of fashion, Alex Russo.
Sonny opens her mouth to retort, but Alex is already ahead of her, whispering an impromptu spell and instantly a cloth is wrapped around Sonny’s head, gagging her mouth. Sonny’s eyes open wide in terror, and Alex leans down to scrape her teeth around Sonny’s chin slowly while she chuckles.
Alex lays the wand down beside her and relaxes her body against her prisoner, stretching out lazily and nuzzling the hollow of her neck. Sonny turns her head in an effort to get away.
Alex reaches down between them and undoes the silk tie keeping the folds of her silk robe together. She leans on one side and flaps open a fold, revealing her skin to Sonny’s. There is an instant spark of heat when they touch. Alex wastes little time in ravishing her captive, and dips her hands under Sonny’s Powerpuff Girl briefs and slides them down her smooth legs, taking the time to scratch her nails along the skin.
Climbing back up Sonny’s body, Alex’s fingers find her slick folds instantly and plunge inside, causing Sonny’s nervous breathing to hitch and her chest to heave. Alex holds her head above Sonny’s trapped breasts and frowns. The fingers of her other hand imitate the snipping of scissors before snapping together, and Sonny’s bra is cut right down the front, allowing Alex to take the mounds in her mouth and palm. Sonny tries to protest, but the noise dies in her throat.
Alex enjoys teasing Sonny and she slowly works and backtracks for almost 15 minutes. Sonny is sure she’s never felt more frustrated in her life. Chad Dylan Cooper be damned.
Alex likes watching the way Sonny pulls at her restraints and her muscles get taut. Her tongue licks a trail up the inside of Sonny’s bicep and she nips at her elbow, then back down to her shoulder. Sonny groans every time and her bite on the gag is tight.
Before Sonny comes undone, a truly devilish idea pops into Alex’s head. She stops, pulls out and grabs her wand. Sonny’s eyes shoot open and search for Alex behind her lustfully clouded gaze.
Alex kneels up and scoots back. Aiming her wand at Sonny’s wrists and then at the ceiling, she does an intricate improvisation and suddenly, Sonny is completely vertical, her legs collapsing awkwardly underneath her from the sudden change, leaving her hanging limply from her wrists bound to the ceiling.
“Mmmphmm!” Sonny tries to communicate as she blinks rapidly and tries to stand on shaking legs. Alex leans forward on her knees and rubs her head against Sonny’s thighs.
“Shhhh. Relax.” She looks up into Sonny’s unsure eyes as she runs her fingers up to her center. “My prisoner.”
She is merciless as plunges her fingers back in. She gets excited when she hears Sonny scream out against her gag. Pumping fast and hard into Sonny, Alex wraps an arm around her and hugs her closer, before sliding up and standing to bite maliciously at Sonny’s collarbone. Sonny whimpers and moans and cries out as her hips dip up and down against Alex’s hand. Her body is shaking and her stomach muscles are rapidly constricting and relaxing.
It takes only a few powerful upward thrusts for Sonny to stand up to her highest, on her unstable toes, her fingers curling hard and her head thrown back in a muffled song of ecstasy.
Alex chuckles deep in her throat as Sonny relaxes and tries to fight gravity. Alex takes pity on her.
“Prisoner, you have done well. Congratulations! You may go free.”
Sonny lifts her head up to glare at Alex and her mouth forms a frown. She’s tired of the gag. Alex grins and snaps her fingers - the gag disappears, and in its place Alex’s lips and tongue discourage Sonny from speaking.
Alex pulls away slightly and concentrates, her face contorting, and suddenly, Sonny is weightless, floating in midair above Alex’s bed. She squeals and grasps for Alex with her now free hands.
“Alex! Wha-“
“Shh, babe, relax. I’ve got you.” Alex moves closer as Sonny’s legs are lifted up and she is positioned horizontal to her girlfriend. Alex engages Sonny in an intense lip lock as she is slowly lowered to the bed, giving the feeling of falling back down to earth, like a feather.
Once they are secure on the covers, Sonny crawls into Alex’s arms and sighs heavily, flicking her sweaty hair from her eyes.
“This was possibly the hardest role I’ve ever had to play. “
“Oh really? What? Protesting in a girlish voice and laying back will I do things to your body was hard work?”
Alex’s eyebrows display her doubt.
Sonny returns her quirked eyebrows.
“Its kinda hilarious - you being an evil wizard. That’s way too much work for you.”
Alex leans back and stretches her arms above her head, before laying one back around Sonny’s shoulders.
“Pfft, you got that right. I’d much rather be Alex Russo, Wizard of Questionable Morals.”
They share a lingering kiss, and to prove her point, Alex gives Sonny an un-called for grope and a pinch. Sonny laughs. And a second later, a banana split appears in front of them, one spoon sticking out of the chocolate ice cream. Sonny’s grin grows wider as Alex feeds her.
“I love magic.” The girls say together.