Drabbletag - Face-Sitting
Title: From Beneath
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Face-Sitting
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Wanda
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Avengers: Age Of Ultron, BDSM, queening
Natasha’s hands are pressed flat against the wall above the headboard, head bowed forward. Panting and trying to hold back her smile, because Wanda’s fingernails are biting into her hips and the hint of pain is enough to make her shiver.
Wanda’s an assertive person, even a bit demanding. There’s vulnerability in her, of course, fear and doubt and guilt. But she’s had to learn to be strong, and she wears that with pride.
But when Natasha gets her like this, she’s exposed, stripped bare and needy. And when she looks up at Natasha, it’s with eyes that are glassy with pleasure, unfocused and utterly trusting.
Natasha grins, and grinds herself down against the slick heat of Wanda’s mouth.
Fuck, the groan she gets for that feels like it buzzes straight through her, pussy throbbing against Wanda’s tongue. Kneeling with her legs either side of Wanda’s head, fucking herself on Wanda’s face, and she’s so close, as Wanda drags her lips against Natasha’s clit, but she’s determined to hold out just to make it last.
“Good girl,” she purrs, for the way the praise makes Wanda whimper against her cunt. Because when they’re like this, Wanda doesn’t have to worry about being strong, about wrapping her history around herself like armour.
When they’re like this, Natasha’s in charge and all Wanda has to do is let go and feel.
“A little longer and I’ll let you come,” Natasha promises, and Wanda whimpers again, fingernails at Natasha’s hips digging in deeper.
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Face-Sitting
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Wanda
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Avengers: Age Of Ultron, BDSM, queening
Natasha’s hands are pressed flat against the wall above the headboard, head bowed forward. Panting and trying to hold back her smile, because Wanda’s fingernails are biting into her hips and the hint of pain is enough to make her shiver.
Wanda’s an assertive person, even a bit demanding. There’s vulnerability in her, of course, fear and doubt and guilt. But she’s had to learn to be strong, and she wears that with pride.
But when Natasha gets her like this, she’s exposed, stripped bare and needy. And when she looks up at Natasha, it’s with eyes that are glassy with pleasure, unfocused and utterly trusting.
Natasha grins, and grinds herself down against the slick heat of Wanda’s mouth.
Fuck, the groan she gets for that feels like it buzzes straight through her, pussy throbbing against Wanda’s tongue. Kneeling with her legs either side of Wanda’s head, fucking herself on Wanda’s face, and she’s so close, as Wanda drags her lips against Natasha’s clit, but she’s determined to hold out just to make it last.
“Good girl,” she purrs, for the way the praise makes Wanda whimper against her cunt. Because when they’re like this, Wanda doesn’t have to worry about being strong, about wrapping her history around herself like armour.
When they’re like this, Natasha’s in charge and all Wanda has to do is let go and feel.
“A little longer and I’ll let you come,” Natasha promises, and Wanda whimpers again, fingernails at Natasha’s hips digging in deeper.