explosion | OPEN POST.

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?

[Pietro makes some distant half-agreeable noise, his gaze drifting, his hands wandering. Everything he can do to point to him not listening, though he is, and he's clearly not distracted enough to ignore her fingers on his back.]

What? Did you say something?

[ Wanda walks her fingers along his spine and pushes her nails down hard to leave little crescents in her wake. She wants to mark him even if those marks are temporary. At least Pietro will know what it feels like to be hers. ]

Just something about what I wanted you to do to me.

[ She sighs heavily and shakes her head as though it's utterly disappointing he doesn't recall. And it's a shame that he doesn't, truly is. ]

I forgot what it was now. Too bad you did not hear it.

[He hisses as her nails dig in, and gives her all his attention.]

It is too bad.

[He frowns slightly and mirrors her disappointment, then shrugs.]

For you. But maybe you will remember tomorrow, and I can give you want you want then.

[ She considers posing the possibility of her not remembering at all, but then the loser in that is her and not him. ]

Hopefully my old age hasn't set in by then.

[ She walks her fingers up to the top of his spine before she digs her nails in and slowly drags them down the ridges, wondering if that'll earn her another hiss. ]

[He squirms slightly in frustration while she walks her fingers up — it's slow annoying little pokes. There are no complains though, because the scratching that follows is sharper, still slow, but much more enjoyable. Wanda gets that second hiss from him when she's dragged her nails halfway down his back.]

No matter how old you get, you will never be as old as me. So it can't 'set in'.

[Pietro knows that he makes no sense, but it's late.]

Oh, but I can be.

[ She likes that sound; she wants to hear it again. Copying what she did before, she walks her fingers firmly and speedily up his spine and along his nape. Tucking them into his hair, she drags her nails quickly down his back. ]

I am wise, and with wisdom comes age. Considering I am wiser than you, well…

[ She shrugs. Her logic is great. ]

[The hiss this time is accompanied by a quiet and drawn out 'mm' noise that could be described as a whiny moan, and Pietro doesn't bother being subtle about sliding his hand down between them again.]

When you put it that way... you're an old hag, I agree.

[It's somehow insulting both himself and her by recognising her wisdom.]

If I'm an old hag—

[ Doesn't that make him the oldest of hags? She'd suggest as much, but the movement of his hand distracts her. She frowns and, without thinking, wraps a vine of red magic around his wrist and tugs it back. While it's his birthday, Wanda refuses to let Pietro get away with everything. ]

You were behaving so well for an old man. Tsk.

[Pietro lets out a breathy noise of protest, but doesn't physically struggle against that little coil of magic, though he keeps his eye on it. She'd let go if he wanted her to, but he wonders how long she'd hold on if he doesn't demand that. It's twice tonight she'd allowed herself to take control that way, and he can't help but like that initiative, that she's not afraid of hurting him with abilities she's been apprehensive of so often. He shifts uncomfortably with those thoughts, because they bring further arousal. His fingers itch to touch his cock, and he's very tempted to go against her wishes, just to see what she would do.]

It is your fault I can't behave, teasing me like this.

[He presses his back against her nails for emphasis, and as a bid to distract her from where his free hand is creeping, though he knows she feels it sliding against her skin on the way to his hardening cock.]

I'm simply existing!

[ She sighs in exasperation and shakes her head. He's incorrigible, he really is… and he's knowingly or unknowingly handing her a great deal of power. She won't let him forget who he blames for his lack of control.

Just as she's about to drag her nails across his back again, he misbehaves. ]

Nuh-uh.

[ Without even looking at his hand, she curls her fingers against his back and red appears around his wrist, forcing his arm out from between their bodies and planting it with a jerk on the bed. The red doesn't disappear this time. ]

How many times must I tell you to listen, hm?

[He could ignore her again, pretend he didn't hear her or wasn't paying attention, push in that way. But tonight, at least for the moment while he can still feel a dull ache from her hand on his ass and the irritating slight burn left in the lines of her nails down his spine, Pietro's still capable of recognising his typical instinctive responses might be mixed signals, and he should be more direct about his interest than dismissive.]

Just a few more times. I think I might pick it up then.

[Nothing in his tone implies he thinks he actually will. He makes sure to keep eye contact, a challenge reflected in his, as he starts to move his hips and grind slowly against her thigh.]

[ She has it on good authority that he won't. And if he does, he'll unlearn it all just to be taught once more. It's something she hopes happens.

Gasping roughly, she shifts her thigh but doesn't move it away. Lifting her leg up slightly in silent encouragement for him to grind against her, she shakes her head and pretends that she's not enabling him at all.

She peers up at him sternly, frowning as though he's truly getting on her last nerve. ]

I will tie you to the bed if you keep trying to touch yourself, Pietro.

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