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[ 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.]

[ That wasn't an invitation for him to stop. ]

You're the reason why you don't have fun, Pietro.

[ And that earns him another smack as she shakes her head. He's so insufferable Complains and complains and when she wants him to do something, he complains some more.

Rather than wedge her hand between them, Wanda does what she never lets herself do unless she needs to pull him away from a dangerous situation fast: she flexes her fingers and wraps his hand with a tendril of red, and pulls his hand back to his cock. He can fight it if he wants; Wanda will never try to control him like she does everyone else. ]

You don't want to?

I'm the-

[It's cut off by a strangled noise as Wanda spanks him again, and Pietro squirms a little afterwards, uncomfortable and irritated by the stinging heat all starting to blend together. But his cock twitches. He stills momentarily, because that's new, her magical guidance, tendrils of red moving his hand. An immediate pulse of heat runs through his abdomen and there's no resistance. He eagerly wraps his fingers around his cock again.]

I want to.

[It's just going to be harder not to come before she wants him to, but she knows that and Pietro suspects it's partially why she insists he does have 'fun'.]

You are always making things difficult for me, you know.

[His tone is affectionate though, and not at all whining now.]

[ She pouts as she peers up at him. Trailing her fingers firmly along his lower back, Wanda squeezes his ass, enjoying herself with how he gives her free reign to do whatever it is that she wants. With him eagerly grasping his cock again, she has a feeling that he's more than enjoying himself despite how difficult she apparently is. ]

How?

[ Despite lying down, she tilts her head to the side as though she's standing before him. He's left the door wide open for her to be exasperating, and she intends to take advantage of that. ]

I am here, naked. I'm being very nice to you. I'm helping you learn a lesson. [ Smiling up at him, she shakes her head. ] I want the best for you, Pietro.

You know how.

[That comes out more petulant that Pietro wants it to, and ends too breathy as he runs his thumbnail over the tip of his cock again. He makes a frustrated noise and rolls his eyes as Wanda lists off everything she's doing for him that he shouldn't be complaining about, negating his implications that she's making anything difficult at all. But he's going to keep complaining despite it, pushing because he can.]

You do all of those things because you know I like them, and then you want me to wait. While you're naked. Right there in front of me.

[He can't be as dramatic about it half-lying on top of her, but he makes a point of pumping his cock for emphasis.]

I want you to enjoy them. There is a big difference.

[ Despite what he might think, she likes to draw things out so that she has more time with him. Over the years, she's learned she's had to compete with others. Wanda has never liked losing.

But she doesn't smack him again, watching as he touches himself. She likes seeing the flurry of expressions flutter over his face. He can be so expressive when he slows down and lets someone take notice.

She drags the tip of her nail along his spine. ]

Don't you like how I've been touching you?

[ And with her other hand, she gropes his ass roughly, smiling at how she can move him just a little. ]

[He gets it, he does. She wants him to enjoy this with her, and draw it out so they have time to, and he's not rushing ahead through things. He doesn't particularly want to either, move it along too quickly, and tries to hold himself back enough to be present in the way he should be. Frustration and impatience get the better of him too frequently and Pietro always vents that with objections or indignation, when what he's really annoyed with is himself and his inability to slow the fuck down for five minutes. Thinking about it, his fingers slow on his cock, the way Wanda might touch him, and even this he likes if he's being honest with himself, prolonging things despite the part of him that can't stand it. He bites his lip to stop a loud groan from escaping too easily as she runs her nail over his spine and digs her fingers into the heated skin of his ass.]

I do.

[A whine lingers in it, despite his best efforts.]

I like everything you do to me.

[Which is embarrassing to admit when he's not being sarcastic about it or having some other layer of protection against unfiltered truth. His face feels too hot, and it's much exposure to have said that, so he shrugs then, dismissive of everything he'd just stated.]

But I also enjoy complaining about it, and you will just have to deal with me.

[ Wanda smiles, unable to help herself. It's nice to have that affirmation that despite his exasperation when it comes to almost everything she does, he enjoys it. Certainly there are times when he doesn't, just like there are moments where she truly finds him to be as irritating as she claims him to be… but it makes Wanda feel all warm all over. Something she's sure would prompt him to roll his eyes.

She cocks her head to the side. ]

Will I?

[ Making a show of thinking it over, she hums and shakes her head. ]

It's not good to complain all the time. What if I take your complaints to heart?

[ Wanda trails her nail over his lower back before drawing loops along the swell of his ass. She snores to push down firmly. ]

You might not get what you want.

[Pietro could stand to complain less, but it's difficult to curb the urge to. He wriggles a bit and actually gives some thought to how to respond to that, though not his full attention, because he never stops stroking his cock and that's where his gaze keeps drifting.]

You think I am not enjoying myself if I complain too much...

[He nods, and shrugs slightly. Wanda has a point, and he will begrudgingly acknowledge it.]

Is that your lesson, that it's my own fault if I don't get what I want?

[He might learn something after all... and retain it for all of five minutes.]

Yes.

[ Now he's getting it. The more he complains, the less he's likely to get what he wants because she's choosing to deny him or he's pushed the wrong button. But Wanda doesn't want him to think of the latter. It's no fun—and she's having a lot of fun. ]

I don't think it's a lesson you'll learn in one day. It's very complex.

[ And the implication is that Pietro Maximoff will struggle to understand its complexities in just one sitting. It's best that they have multiple lessons so that he can understand every layer of it.

Glancing between them, Wanda peers up at him. ]

Do you want me to do it again?

[ Smacking him. She draws her fingers along his ass as though that's enough to convey what she means. She can stop if he's had enough; she doesn't wish to push him too far. ]

Very... very complex.

[His words come between heavy breaths as he strokes himself more firmly, still keeping it slow, and digging his nails in lightly. He can't get too close to the edge yet, not when he needs to hold off until she says so. Heat pools in his stomach while he thinks about it, how he's willing to do that for her almost every time she wants, how much he likes it, and how much he complains that he doesn't sometimes. It is complex, the back and forth on things, and Pietro loses all of his ability to speak about things directly when they're intimate. He gives mixed signals in his frustration or shifts interest abruptly that might come off as aversion to something. She's getting him to think right now and he's irritated with himself for not doing it sooner. He nods slightly, trying not to press up against her fingers.]

Yes. Keep going.

[Instead of complaining that she's taking too much time, or making him wait, or being a tease, he just asks for what he wants.]

Harder.

[ His answer isn't a surprise, even if she feels a flutter of butterflies in her gut as though it is one. She peers up at him, lips slightly parted, and considers asking him how much harder. But doing so will only irritate him, and she doubts he has any idea of how hard he wants it other than he wants it harder than before

She presses her finger firmly into the swell of his ass, cheekily drawing a W before she even thinks to take it away. And the moment she does, she brings it down, harder than before. The resounding smack makes her jolt, but it's not out of any fear; it's how she's turned on by him letting her do this to him. ]

Was that hard enough?

[Distracted by picturing what Wanda's drawing with her finger, Pietro is less prepared when she does strike him again. The impact makes him tense and suck in a breath, somehow still releasing a choked whine of a noise at the same time. The sensation goes deeper, radiating heat and stinging pain that penetrates through the skin and muscle she's already made tender, leaving a sharp discomfort that fades into a pulsing ache. He squirms and focuses more attention at the head of his cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit while precum leaks all over his fingers and her stomach.]

Yes.

[Pietro could make some snarky and vague comment insinuating he wants it even harder, or that Wanda's failing at her task somehow just to be contrary, but he doesn't and she isn't, and so it shouldn't be said. It's some kind of achievement that he heeds those secondary countering thoughts for once and doesn't push impulsively.]

It's hard enough. Fuck, Wanda. Do it again. I want...

[It's rapidly spoken, and then trailed off as he bites back a moan, squeezing his cock too hard.]

Let me come soon.

[He will acknowledge none of his begging and pathetic actions here tomorrow.]

You can come whenever you want.

[ She smiles sweetly at him. It's not a lie; he can come any time he likes, but she wants an implication behind her smile. A promise of more after, especially if he wants it again, of her being a little more firm with him now that she understands what he likes. Right now, she wants him to enjoy himself.

This isn't the first time he's begged—it's always hidden in his mini-tantrums and exasperating comments—but it's the first time Wanda can remember Pietro doing so without pushing her buttons.

And when Wanda smacks him again, she does so harder and on the other cheek. ]

It's your birthday, Pietro. You can do whatever you want.

[ She digs her fingernails into his skin as she rubs the tender skin. But instead of letting him come down from it, she smacks him again on the other cheek, hard enough for her hand to sting. ]

[Her smile is disarming, and Pietro feels like she's letting him off easy in that regard, for a reason. One he doesn't think too hard on, because she's spanking him again and he pulls hard on his cock as he whines. He's so close and everything feels like it's overheating. He wants to make a smart comment, something, anything, but words won't formulate in his brain. He bites his lip as her nails dig into his ass. Wanda hits him again too soon, and it pushes him over the edge. Pietro loses his hold over everything, tensing with his fingers squeezing the head of his cock, an embarrassing high pitched squeak of a noise in his throat, and he comes, writhing in the aftermath when his skin still feels too hot and throbbing.]

[ What he finds embarrassing about that noise is what Wanda finds the most arousing. She doesn't smack him again, not wanting to overstimulate or confuse him. Instead, she takes this as her opportunity to grope him. She never takes advantage of the times when she can feel him up and he'll simply let her, and so she does now, grabbing his ass and palming his back. ]

I think you've learned some of your lesson for today.

[ She smiles up at him, ignoring the mess he's made between them and on her. Dragging the heel of her palm up and down his spine, Wanda shifts beneath him and stays where she is. ]

I liked it. Did you?

[ She wants to get ahead of him in case he's worried she didn't enjoy any of that. ]

[His skin burns under her fingers, but he presses against them eagerly, still wanting her touch all over him, shameless about it now after the fact. Even when he pulls his hand out from between them and everything is sticky and messy and the continued sting of her spanking now irritates him a little. He wriggles.]

Only some of?

[Pietro sounds half way indignant about that, but the expression in his eyes is soft. He arcs into her hand on his spine, searching her face for the truth in her words. That he hadn't made this awkward somehow. Wanda did like it, as she says.]

Yes. You are very good to me.

[It's a rare compliment from him, usually kept in his own thoughts, but he doesn't want to be sarcastic or dismissive about this when it was something new and unplanned.]

[ She smiles up at him, widening her eyes as though she's about to be completely insufferable about his compliment… but she'll tuck it away to remember when he's irritating her. He did like it, and she liked it, and she likes that he liked it and she's going to go in a circle if she so much as mutters to him what she's thinking.

Instead, Wanda nods. ]

Only some.

[ And sighs heavily, even though she's not annoyed at all. Wanda continues to trail her fingers up and down his spine gently. ]

You're not a very good student, Pietro. You never listen. How do I know you have learned anything if we don't repeat things over and over?

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