explosion | OPEN POST.

Will you shut up?

[He bites harder, but that's mostly due to her tightening her grip on his hair. Once he's found where he wants his thumb, running roughly over her clit, he slides two fingers inside her with little warning.]

... It's cheaper when it is to expire. You eat it when I get it.

[ She shudders beneath him, gasping and tilting her head back. Why are they talking about bread? Why does he make stale bread sound so sexy? That's one thing she can't tell him or he'll pester her incessantly until she can't look at bread again. ]

Shut up.

[ She gasps it out and wishes that her voice was firmer and stronger, but Wanda bucks her hips up, digging her feet into the bed as she wishes for him to slide in deeper. ]

[Pietro obliges, going harder and deeper with his fingers, but he chuckles softly, because he can catch it in her voice, what this conversation is doing to her. It's his voice and not the subject matter, but he's going to run with it while he has her under his control for the most part.]

Are you turned on by bread? Do I need to buy you a baguette next time?

Yes.

[ She's never going to hear the end of this, is she? She's dug her grave; she figures she'll enjoy being trapped inside it, especially with how he's choosing to help her dig right now. ]

A baguette will be nice to— [ How she's even speaking is beyond her capacity to think right now. She shifts her hips upward and closes her eyes, red sparking behind her eyelids. She drags her nails down his back as though that's enough of a punishment for him being a pain in the ass. ] —to smack you with! Violence against Pietro with bread is a very, very— [ Her breath hitches. ] A very big turn-on for me.

[He hisses as her nails rake down his back, and that only encourages him to go slower once again, pulling his fingers almost all the way out, then idly pushing them back in, hooking them and prodding against tight muscle while she writhes underneath him.]

Maybe we skip the bread.

[He brings his free hand to his back, pressing her fingers harder into his skin.]

But you could a be a little more violent.

[His thumb vibrates at her clit, but his thrusting fingers are still and slow.]

[ How is she meant to think when he's vibrating inside of her? Wanda digs her nails into his back before she even gets to think—that's the problem with Pietro, he robs her of so much, like very simple thought.

She jerks beneath him and closes her thighs around his hand to keep him trapped there. Her skin's hot and her breathing's grown impossibly shallow. ]

Stop.

[ Although, she doesn't want him to. But it's best if he does so that she can think. ]

I cannot give you what you want if you keep doing that, Pietro. [ Even though she really likes it, she wants to drive him insane instead. For emphasis, she digs her nails as sharply as she can into his back and drags them down his spine. ]

Too much for you?

[His tone verges on mockery, as he's achieving what he'd wanted, one-upping her for her earlier torture on the couch. Pietro does stop the vibration though, leaving his fingers and thumb where they are, but unmoving, trapped between her hot thighs. Yes. Fuck. His response is more of a low moan than a hiss this time and he arcs his back into the bite of her nails.]

Shit, Wanda.

[His fingers twitch inside her involuntarily.]

Yes.

[ It's always too much with him. He gives too much and she takes too much, but Wanda will never change the way that they work when she gets to have all of him. Especially when she gets to have him like this.

She drags her nails up his back again before digging them in as she trails them long and slow down the length of his spine. She doesn't stop once she reaches the small of his back, enjoying tracing the shape of his ass as she digs her nails in.

With her breath hitching, Wanda growls, ] What do you want, Pietro? It's your birthday; I'll give it to you.

[ She wants it to sound as though this is a one-off when she'd happily give him anything wants at any time during the year. ]

[Pietro rarely asks for what he wants, not in this way, content to grumble about Wanda's slow and gentle touches that drive him crazy. He likes that despite his complaints, he does, but sometimes it's not enough or it's too much, and he needs something hard and deep and so present it doesn't get lost to his detachment from time. Her nails bite sharply, and though she's agonisingly slow about it, as always, Pietro likes the fire they leave behind, sensations that still linger endlessly, but not in the same way as something soft and light and out of reach, and his heightened enjoyment of it is obvious in the pleased noises he can't hold back.]

Fuck.

[It's all he gets out at first, too distracted by her hands on his ass and that growl in her throat. When he does have something coherent to say, it's not demands or instructions, but what he wants the result of it all to be.]

I want to feel you tomorrow, still, all over me.

[So even if he does go out alone like he said he would, the memory of Wanda's fingers will be imprinted in his skin, and every time he moves they'll remind him who he belongs to. He'd never say as much, not unless it's dragged from him under duress, and he chooses to be somewhat vague enough that he can deny he asked for it later.]

Just tomorrow?

[ Wanda emphasises her feigned disappointment by dragging her nails heavily along his spine. She keeps her other hand palming his ass as she considers what she wishes to do. She has always liked being soft and gentle with him, liking how he often grows biting and frustrated, but she can do this, too. The idea of leaving a mark on him sparks heat to rise to her skin and spark deep in her belly.

She palms his ass roughly before she removes her hand. It's an awkward position with her being under him, but Wanda makes it work. With her feet planted on the bed and her legs spread to cradle him, she brings her hand down to smack his ass. ]

Did you like that?

[ While her voice might be firm, she doesn't mean for it to be. If he wants her to be rough, she'll be rough within the limits that he wants, even if it's just trailing her nails sharply all over him. ]

[Whatever snarky comment Pietro half-thought dies in his throat as she runs her nails down his spine again, his muscles twitching under them. Not just tomorrow, he thinks, but can't say it, and only seeks more of her touch, whining softly when she takes her hand off his ass just when it was getting good, rough and firm. He almost hears it before he feels it, her palm hard and fast against his skin, a stinging heat left behind and radiating. A strangled noise leaves his mouth before he can form an actual answer. An answer he doesn't want to give, but also does.]

Yes.

[It's embarrassing to admit and he can't meet her eyes. He'd had her under his control just moments ago, and it's turned around so quickly. But he'd asked for it. Wanda is the only person who can scatter his thoughts so easily and have him wondering how he got somewhere.]

[ Gently, she touches his face with the hand not gripping his ass, ] Look at me.

[ She smiles softly at him and brushes her thumb against his bottom lip. She doesn't need super hearing or telepathy to know that Pietro's embarrassed. He's her favourite book to page through and study, and she likes to think she knows him well enough to recognise his moods in the deep darkness and with absolutely no sound. ]

I like that you like it. I want to do it again, but only if you want me to.

[ He's always going to be safe with her. ]

[Being called out on his embarrassment so blatantly makes Pietro squirm internally, despite his general preference for directness. Wanda's hand is hot against his face, or maybe it's the other way around, but he won't acknowledge it. He focuses on her smile, that soft knowing smile, before moving his gaze to her eyes. His words hold less bravado and teasing in them than they should, because she's looking at him like she sees right into his very being and she already knows his answer.]

I want you to. Didn't you say I deserved a spanking earlier?

[So it's clearly her fault he's into this at all, from her simple suggestions.]

I did.

[ She smiles and chuckles at that, poking her tongue out between her teeth for a moment. That she did, and he thinks he deserves one for being so horribly behaved, especially on a day like today. ]

I think you deserve many, but… one will do tonight.

[ Biting her bottom lip, she peers up at him as she considers quickly what she wishes to do next. Considering he's clearly embarrassed by wanting this, Wanda decides that suggesting she spank him over her lap waits for another day. She wants him to be comfortable, and this position works.

She trails her nail along his spine to his lower back and along the swell of his ass, drawing shapes as she watches him with a small smile. It's no fun if he expects it. ]

You've been so naughty today, Pietro. Do you think you will learn anything if I spank you?

[Don't get ahead of yourself is on the tip of his tongue before she decides that for herself, so he doesn't have to say it. They are trying this once, for now. Pietro raises an eyebrow while Wanda bites her lip, wondering if it's not only his embarrassment lingering in the atmosphere, but hers too. Is it too awkward? His face feels hot again. He tenses as her nails run down his spine, because he expects it already, another smack of her hand, but she doesn't do it. He fidgets a little impatiently.]

Probably not.

[He's just going to be honest.]

I'm difficult to teach.

I'm aware.

[ The fidgeting tells her all she needs to know. He does want this, not that she particularly doubted that, and that he's anticipating it. Wanda wouldn't be Wanda if she didn't make him wait for it. Teasing it out is more fun than simply giving it to him when he expects it.

And so she brings her hand down to smack him and lets it linger as she rubs her fingers against his skin, not wanting to let any sting linger uncomfortably for too long. ]

But I think that I will try. I hope you don't mind.

[His abdominal muscles clench involuntarily, hard and quick, as she strikes him again. It doesn't really hurt, it's more the surprise of it that drives that reaction, even though if he wanted to concentrate or could focus better when aroused, Pietro would know exactly when she was going to do it. He'd feel the air move against his skin before Wanda's hands on it, having the time to perceive every flicker of movement from her and how it shifts the periphery of touch before impact. But it's less fun that way. The dull flare of heat across his skin makes his cock twitch, and he moves to seek more attention from her rubbing fingers.]

I don't mind. I just don't think you're capable of making me learn a lesson.

[Even now, he still has to provoke when he can, his tone one of preemptive disapproval of Wanda's abilities in that area.]

[ Rather than speak to scold him, Wanda spanks him again and shakes her head as though she's truly disappointed. But she isn't. She likes that Pietro's asked for something that he can enjoy and that she can give him. For once, it's not him taking care of her. ]

Tsk, Pietro.

[ She crinkles her brows as though she's upset, although it's impossibly hard to sell it what with her curving the corners of her lips upward. ]

If you don't learn, it's because you're a horrible student. I'll teach you even if it takes many, many lessons.

[ As long as he wants it, of course. Wanda rubs his skin, not wanting to make him feel too uncomfortable, before she brings her hand down again. ]

It might take-

[He sucks in a breath instead of finishing his thought, as the fourth time she spanks him is when he starts feeling it constantly, a hot prickling and lingering throbbing that makes him twitch under her fingers, unsure if he wants to pull away or press harder against them. He settles for wriggling.]

Might take a while to get through.

[Pietro slides his hand down between them to firmly grasp and stroke his cock, embarrassment over this fading. No one's going to know about this but Wanda, and she won't judge him.]

[ She considers smacking his hand away and replacing it with hers, but given the way that he's hovering on top of her, it's going to be an awkward twist of her trying to ensure she's maintaining the spanking while also stroking him. Maybe next time it'll be different; she'll at least have time to consider the logistics.

For now, she lets Pietro get away with it, knowing how important having some semblance of control is for him. She hums, letting her gaze drop to where he pumps himself, and looks up at him again. ]

You're lucky that I am a very patient and stubborn person when it comes to you.

[ She doesn't spank him again, instead taking the time to massage his ass before she even considers it again. And when she does, she smacks the other cheek. ]

Too patient. Anyone else would have dropped me by now.

[Pietro knows she shouldn't mention anyone else, even if there are no specific names, but he does and he can't take it back. He finds a rhythm with his strokes that works with the kneading of her fingers. He's too focused there that he can't stop a high pitched mewl from coming out of his mouth when she does hit him again. It's sharp, that strike, like the initial one had been, against flesh that hasn't been sensitised to it. After he swallows that noise he'll never acknowledge, he runs thumb over the leaking tip of his cock.]

I see you have learned about variety and switching things up.

I had a very poor teacher.

[ She sighs dramatically and shakes her head as though that's such a pity. She gropes his ass, enjoying the fact that he's letting her. As frustrated as he might grow at the pace she often falls back into, she knows it's never at her. It's just a consequence of being the most impatient and exasperating man alive. ]

So very poor. You're lucky that you have me, Pietro.

[ Wanda smacks him again and gropes his cheek hard, liking that she doesn't have to be overly soft with him. She wants to hear that sound again. ]

Am I? I haven't learned much yet.

[Except how to make new noises, apparently, as he has to cut off another one, biting his lip. He grips his cock hard almost involuntarily, a twitch in response to her smacking, a pause before he continues stroking himself and squirming against her fingers.]

[ She can't help but roll her eyes at him. Of course, he says that. But that's fine; she knows better. She's learning something new about him that she hopes he'll let her do again soon. She's learning something new about herself. She doesn't mind doing this to him; what she likes most about it is the level of trust he has and the level of control she has.

But for now, Wanda focuses on the moment. Glancing down between their bodies, she pokes her tongue out between her lips as she considers.

Ignoring the heat flushing her face, she lifts her gaze to his. ]

If you come on me, I'll have to punish you later.

[Pietro looks like he wants to say something, and he does: is that a promise? He catches himself in time, noting her flushed face and that this is a demand she's issuing because she wants to try something here. That, and what if her idea of punishment is actually that, will she outright ignore him again? So he grumbles instead, growling lowly in irritation, and reluctantly lets go of his cock, pulling his hand back from between them and rolling his eyes in exasperation.]

You never let me have any fun.

[He's sure to make that sound whiny and annoying.]

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