marvel imagines

maximoff | the plan ( s )

"Doing what you won't." Your voice was like honey, thick and smooth and sinfully sweet despite your sinful actions, your eyes pinched shut as you let out a gasp when you tugged at your painfully erect nipples the way Wanda always did when she was feeling nice. "Don't you have work to do, Wanda?"

A low growl came from your girlfriend's chest as she watched you misbehave from across the room, still not rising from her desk chair. "Behave." The warning fell on deaf ears, even if it was definitely within your best interest to start following her instructions. You couldn't see past the cloud of arousal, too far into your plan to turn back now, and she hadn't even touched you yet. You still had work to do.

"Hmm. Thanks for the offer, but I'm okay." Your attempt at sounding confident was severely misplaced, and fell short almost comically, but Wanda didn't find any amusement in your brattiness, her head tilting to the side as she watched you feel yourself up, a single greedy hand trailing down your stomach until it found the softest spot between your legs where you needed her most.

That was her final straw, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth in astonishment at your behavior, before she pushed away from her desk with an annoyance on her face stronger than you'd ever seen her bare. You should've been scared, should've immediately started pleading with her that you'd behave, but you hadn't even notice she stood up and crossed the room until her cold hand was on your neck and tendrils of red magic bound your hands together behind your back.

Your eyes shot open feeling her touch so suddenly, coming face to face with a look of sheer dominating power that your knees went weak, and if it weren't for her grip around your neck, you would've crumbled to your knees. "You want my attention, is that it?" Her voice was sinister, hot breath fanning across your lips with how closely she held herself to you. "Did Mommy leave you alone for too long? This needy pussys just desperate for attention, you forgot how to act?"

Unable to think straight with her hand on your neck and her magic practically burning your skin despite not even being hot, all you could do was whimper pathetically and arch into her touch, desperate to feel more of her against you. Wanda laughed, her eyes narrowing, the hand that wasn't squeezing at your neck pushing your hips back against the doorframe, leaving you no choice but to stay still and accent what she gave you, when she decided you deserved it.

"Answer me." She demanded coldly, applying more pressure to your neck until your eyes fluttered and rolled back into your head, struggling to keep yourself together like you'd planned.

"Yes." You whispered breathlessly, gasping when the hand on your hips traveled upward past your navel and between the valley of your breasts, before it was pinching and prodding at your nipples unapologetically. You gasped, eyes shooting open at the quick sensation of pain, but just as quickly as she'd given you that much, she retracted it again.

"Yes, who?" Her stern gaze didn't diminish overtime, only growing more and more dominant the longer she worked you up the way you wanted. You were stupid to think she hadn't caught on that very first day, but even so, you were getting exactly what you wanted... or so you thought.

"Yes, Wanda." Apparently you still didn't know how to behave, even with the attention you so desperately craved being given to you in its truest form. Her accent was like a drug, repeating over and over again in your head despite other words falling from her pink flush lips. Her impatience was steadily growing, and without so much as a warning, the hand that had held your hips down and pinched your nipples, was diving straight for your saturated opening and seeking out the spongy spot within your velvet walls. "F-Fuck." You groaned, head lulling backward until it met the hard wood of the doorframe, a temporary ache pounding at your skull, but even that sensation was short lived when her skillful fingers doubled their pace and the pad of her thumb found shelter on your most sensitive nerve.

"Is this what you needed? Mommy's fingers in your needy fucking cunt?" The wet sloshing sounds that came from your most intimate parts threatened to drown out her degrading words, filling the entire room with not only its sounds, but the scent of your need that even her magic couldn't hide. Your cheeks flushed, your head spun, but you couldn't find it within yourself to give in just yet. The sooner you gave in, the quicker she'd go back to working, so stubbornly you stayed quiet and pinched your eyes shut.

The hand around your neck slackened, finally allowing breath to be drawn into your lungs normally, and as you panted and moaned and whimpered, her fingers found a place in your hair with a bruising tightness. Yanking your hand forward so you were forced to watch the way her fingers jackhammered into your sopping pussy, the reserve you spent days building up began to crumble.

"See how easily Mommy fingers your needy cunt? How easily my fingers just disappear into this wet mess? If you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask like a good girl." She sneered, pressing her lips to the sensitive skin behind your ear, leaving her mark as she bit down softly. She never wanted to really hurt you, even if she'd had it with your attitude and need driven actions. She could feel the coil in your belly tightening, your velvety walls squeezing at her fingers when she eased another one in. She knew all of your tells, she'd worked you up enough times to commit your pre-orgasm face to memory, but if you thought she'd go easy on you, you were a fool. "You don't have my permission to cum."

Your eyes shot upward, searching for her deep green stare in a silent plea. She looked absolutely sinister with her hair tousled and lips bitten, still untouched by you despite your growing desire to feel her skin beneath your fingertips. You wanted her hand in your hands. You wanted her skin beneath your nails as you raked them down her back, begging for the orgasm she'd withheld for days. You didn't want this. Your hands magically restrained behind you while she annihilated your cunt with as little touch as she could manage to the rest of your burning body.

"P-Please. I'm so close." You choked over your words, writhing against the doorframe that would never be sanitary again. Her lips circled into a smirk, but her fingers didn't settle inside of you, a third finger stretching out your walls in the most painfully pleasurable way, her thumb still working over your sensitive clit that throbbed and pleaded for release. "I-I can't. I c-can't hold it. I'm gonna cum. I-I'm gonna cum. Mommy!"

As quickly as she started touching you, she stopped, her fingers pulling away from your needy cunt, her hand leaving your knotted hair, and that unwinding coil in your belly coming to a dead halt all in seconds. Dread washed over your features as your thighs trembled and your need increased, your empty pussy fluttering for attention and pulsating with lust that was taken away at the very last minute before you had the chance to reach your high. "No. You're not."

A sob of displeasure and disappointment left your bitten lips, thrashing against the doorframe desperate for her to change her mind and finish you off, but your tantrum was met only with wet fingers pushing down on your tongue, forcing you to taste your arousal that stuck to her fingers in a sticky mess. The warm metal of her rings sat heavy against your bottom lip as she fingered your mouth, pressing down until you gagged around her fingers and struggled for air, teary eyes begging with her for forgiveness, for something more than this, but her mind was already made. When she was satisfied that her fingers were cleaned to her standards, she pulled them from your mouth, wiped them dry on her pants, and so tenderly leaned in for a passionate kiss that made your head spin and your clit throb, your senses on high alert. She could taste you on her tongue as she licked at your mouth with a feverish need, but it never went any further, her attention already back on the mountain of paperwork she hadn't been able to really focus on all day.

"I'll be done soon. Wait for me in the bedroom, and do not touch yourself." She sent you off, no room to argue, not that you would've anyways. With slick soaked thighs and bruised lips, you left her behind, knowing your punishment was far from complete.