[ She tugs in a stuttering, loud breath. Peering down at his vibrating hands, she tries her best not to appear too affected by it. But it's impossibly hard, given how unexpected the sensation had been. ]
Yes.
[ Her voice is quiet and shy. She supposes this is why he doubts she wants him to be rougher, but she does. He's made her feel unafraid now that he's requested it, and perhaps Wanda wishes to be reminded that Pietro simply can't restrain himself when it comes to her. ]
But I don't want to fuck you this way. [ She ignores how her face flushes and she wishes to hide behind her hands. If he can be brave, so can she. ] Not with me on top.
[His stomach tightens with the way she flushes at being so bold. It gets to him every time she pushes past that urge to hide away. He accommodates her without any teasing about it, flipping them easily and assuring he doesn't pull out too far in the process, settling on top of her and taking some of his weight on his arms. His hips twitch as he shifts to find a good position. Slowly at first, as if he's being too cautious about it, vibrations run through his entire body — that's the way he's going to have to do this he's discovered, after only a couple of seconds trying to focus it more narrowly on a less individually mobile area.]
Tell me if it's too much.
[His words waver and have a buzzy echo to them, and when he starts to thrust, it's sharp and driving, trusting Wanda won't let him go more roughly than she really wants him to, won't let him hurt her. It's trust that's difficult to give, but Pietro has left a lot of trust in her hands tonight already.]
[ The sensation is strange, to say the least. She gasps and tries not to think too much about it, wanting to enjoy this different feeling.
She shifts against the bed, widening her legs as she tries to push her hips up to his. She watches him, thinking he looks a little different now. He's not as sharp as he often is, which she supposes is the vibrations. Does he feel different? Does he feel anything?
Pressing her feet into the bed, she doesn't try t still the movements of her body as he thrusts. She trails her fingertips along his biceps, liking the fluttery sensation travelling down her arms. She keeps her fingertips pressed against his skin, liking how his vibrations don't stop the moment she touches him.
Swallowing a moan, she peers up at him with wonder. Her lips part as she pants, uncaring if her words come out in twisted moans and all too quietly. ]
[With her fingers pressed against his skin, the way she spreads her legs and invites him further, he knows she likes it. His expression might not be clear to her, and Pietro wonders about that, what she sees, if she can read his eyes or not. But hers, hers are perfect in this moment, and he doesn't think Wanda's ever looked at him this way before, something verging on awe mixed with affection. He moves one hand to the side of her face, running his thumb over her parted lips.]
No. It doesn't hurt.
[Not like his hand when it shakes on its own, when he can't control it. This is deliberate, and he can't really explain what it does feel like, but he tries.]
It is like... before a shock from static.
[Energy build up without being released, waiting for that ignition. A charge. Something. If he knew anything about kinetics, if HYDRA had ever explained the details of things they researched and wrote of up files about, he might have a better description to go on.]
[ She furrows her brows as she tries to recall what that feeling feels like, but it's a little hard to focus when he's… feeling like that. She's been so worked up by him since the couch that she isn't quite sure how she's managing to think words, let alone speak them. All she wants is to chase that feeling without overstimulating herself. ]
It doesn't hurt me, either.
[ In case he worries she asks because it does. It doesn't. It feels good. Better than she realised vibrations could feel. It's a little strange to think that he's the reason why, but… it also syncs in perfectly.
She inhales sharply and holds her breath before she forces herself to relax. The sensations are almost as tingly as her hand had been when smacking him. ]
You're like a vibrator.
[ She blushes and laughs, although her laughter quickly morphs into a moan where she can't quite catch her breath. She jerks her hips upward. ]
Maybe better? [ She purses her lips and makes a show of shrugging. ] I don't know.
[It's an embarrassing comparison, but he snorts, trying to hold back any laugh of his own. Between this and the spanking, Pietro is ignoring this night ever happened come tomorrow. Wanda dreamt it, and he will stick by that claim even if he still sports obvious bruises.]
It is better.
[And he punctuates that with pushing himself a little further, increasing the speed of vibration and his thrusts, his hands firmly grasping her sides underneath her ribs.]
[ She inhales sharply and moans, closing her eyes as he pushes in further. She grips his back, digging her nails into his shoulder blades. It feels so good, better than any vibrator she might have brought home and stashed in the hopes Pietro would never find it. ]
No.
[ Wanda doesn't try to string her words together coherently. Arching her back, she wraps her legs around the back of his thighs to try and keep him locked inside of her. ]
Okay. Subpar. You could be a better vibrator.
[ Where Pietro feels embarrassment, Wanda feels, well… pure heat. Her bones feel liquid. She bucks her hips up, wishing to chase that vibration and feel it even more. She releases a growl low in her throat and sounds she's never made before as his thrusts shift her against the bed. ]
You are lucky I love you, and I won't stop when you insult me.
[Mostly because Pietro doesn't want to stop even on principle, intent on orgasm number four as much as he is on pleasing Wanda. He keeps his thrusts more rapid and contained instead of pulling out far, heeding her legs wrapped around his thighs like he knows exactly why she does it. Her growling sends heat through his abdomen, it's rough and unrestrained and different, and all Pietro wants is to draw more of those noises from her.]
[ Wanda doesn't know what she even wants to say. Please don't stop? Please know that the insults will always be on the tip of her tongue? She isn't quite sure if anything's even there as she gasps and parts her lips, tilting her head back as she claws at his back. With one hand in his hair, she grips the strands hard and digs her heels into his back. Her entire body vibrates alongside his. Because of his. It leaves her feeling hot and wanting to know that this is Pietro inside of her, able to make the tips of her toes and fingers feel like they're on fire.
Her body tenses and she shudders as she comes hard, gripping his back so tightly she can feel the crescent shapes her nails leave behind embed into his skin. ]
[It comes out in a quiet and breathless low groan as she grabs his hair tightly, digging her fingernails and heels into his back. He's making her come undone and it's a beautiful thing to watch, Wanda falling apart and completely letting go. When she comes, it's so hard and immediate, clenching around his vibrating cock, and the friction is so much more prominent, Pietro can barely hold on himself. But he does, just for a moment longer. Everything feels too hot too soon, and the vibrations increase momentarily before they stop entirely, abruptly, and he follows her orgasm with his own, his fingers clutching her side so hard he's sure they'll leave distinct marks.]
[ It's on the tip of her tongue to tell him that's how they're going to have sex until the end of time, but the vibrations have somehow made her lose her ability to talk, let alone think of the words she wants to even say. She digs her nails into his back and turns her head away and tries to wet her drying mouth. She pants too hard for her to feel as though she's about to speak sense. ]
[He huffs indignantly, but it's with a tired edge to it and his fingers are now gentle at her sides, stroking over the reddening marks he'd just put there.]
It is your fault I lost control of it.
[Absolutely her fault she squeezed so hard, and he shifts to move his cock inside her as a reminder.]
[ Except, well… that admission makes her feel hot all over. She keeps her legs tied around him, not wanting to let him go. She keeps her hand against his back.
After clearing her throat, she purses her lips. ]
Maybe if you were better…
[ She shrugs, looking away. If he was better, she wouldn't be able to wrap her legs around him. ]
So, you admit that your age has finally caught up to you?
[ She doesn't untangle her foot, shoving it into his back as a reminder that she's here and she's present. She'll wrap around him like a barnacle if she wants to—and so she does, even though she can't with her arms. Instead, she ruffles his hair. ]
You vibrate a little and now you need to sleep? Such a tease.
[ She does. Even without the vibrations, she'd want to go again until he's boneless and she feels like she's floating in the air. But now with the vibrations… Can anyone blame her for wanting to feel it again? ]
Do you not want to?
[ If she says 'yes', he can tease her. Wanda doesn't wish to give him such an opening again. ]
[She's turned it on him and made it a challenge he can't refuse, especially now that his short refractory period is over and he's already hard again. They could be at it all night at this rate, until he depletes all his energy and can't move. He's sure that's what she wants.]
Of course I do. I am not yet satisfied. You need to do a better job.
[He runs his hands up to her chest, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, and starts the vibrations again, sudden and intense. With her legs still wrapped tightly around him, he works with little space again, but the speed of vibration should make up for lack of very driving thrusts.]
[ Wanda gasps and arches her back off the bed. He's getting quicker at coming back to himself after each orgasm that she hardly has any time to plot. ]
No, not this way.
[ She ignores the flush to her chest and neck. Darting her gaze briefly away from his, she peers up at him again. She grasps uselessly for his wrists despite knowing he can easily pull out of her hold. ]
I want it a different way. I want you behind me. [ She pushes his face gently with her hand to try and dissuade him from looking at her. ] Your face is too ugly to look at.
[Pietro's tone is exasperated, but he stops the vibrations and takes his hands off her breasts, planting them on either side of her instead, and pulling back away from her hands at his face.]
We will do it your way, but you need to let me move.
[He squirms, rather impatiently, waiting for her to uncoil the death-grip of her legs.]
[ He should be able to move without her having to do anything to enable that! Wanda untangles her legs and plants her feet firmly on the bed. ]
You want to do it?
[ She does her best not to acknowledge how hot she feels. Considering tonight seems to be the night when Pietro trusts her to explore something different, she thinks it's only fair she places that in his hands.
But that doesn't mean she won't blush as she shoves at his shoulder to get him to move. ]
[It somehow seems both less and more intimate to do it this way, and tonight is apparently for exploring. Pietro takes a moment just to look down at her, flushed and pushing at his shoulder.]
Give me time, I'm old.
[He does move, but takes it upon himself to quickly position her as he likes, on her knees underneath him. His breath is hot at the back of her neck as he brushes her hair aside, tangling his fingers in it.]
[ Wanda takes a moment to shift on the bed and catch her breath. He's still around her, never far from reach. Gripping the bedspread between the fingers of one hand, Wanda nods. ]
Yes.
[ It comes out softer than she means for it to. ]
The girls said that this felt nice.
[ She purposefully doesn't mention any specific names, not wanting Pietro to lose sight of what they're doing. Now isn't the time for him to tease her in such a way.
Readjusting her knees on the bed, she clears her throat gently. ]
So, I wanted to see. But I don't want you to disappear. [ She flushes hotly again, liking the fact that his hand is in her hair and he's still warm against her back. ] I like you like this… over me. But don't knot my hair.
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Yes.
[ Her voice is quiet and shy. She supposes this is why he doubts she wants him to be rougher, but she does. He's made her feel unafraid now that he's requested it, and perhaps Wanda wishes to be reminded that Pietro simply can't restrain himself when it comes to her. ]
But I don't want to fuck you this way. [ She ignores how her face flushes and she wishes to hide behind her hands. If he can be brave, so can she. ] Not with me on top.
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Tell me if it's too much.
[His words waver and have a buzzy echo to them, and when he starts to thrust, it's sharp and driving, trusting Wanda won't let him go more roughly than she really wants him to, won't let him hurt her. It's trust that's difficult to give, but Pietro has left a lot of trust in her hands tonight already.]
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She shifts against the bed, widening her legs as she tries to push her hips up to his. She watches him, thinking he looks a little different now. He's not as sharp as he often is, which she supposes is the vibrations. Does he feel different? Does he feel anything?
Pressing her feet into the bed, she doesn't try t still the movements of her body as he thrusts. She trails her fingertips along his biceps, liking the fluttery sensation travelling down her arms. She keeps her fingertips pressed against his skin, liking how his vibrations don't stop the moment she touches him.
Swallowing a moan, she peers up at him with wonder. Her lips part as she pants, uncaring if her words come out in twisted moans and all too quietly. ]
Does it hurt to do this?
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No. It doesn't hurt.
[Not like his hand when it shakes on its own, when he can't control it. This is deliberate, and he can't really explain what it does feel like, but he tries.]
It is like... before a shock from static.
[Energy build up without being released, waiting for that ignition. A charge. Something. If he knew anything about kinetics, if HYDRA had ever explained the details of things they researched and wrote of up files about, he might have a better description to go on.]
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It doesn't hurt me, either.
[ In case he worries she asks because it does. It doesn't. It feels good. Better than she realised vibrations could feel. It's a little strange to think that he's the reason why, but… it also syncs in perfectly.
She inhales sharply and holds her breath before she forces herself to relax. The sensations are almost as tingly as her hand had been when smacking him. ]
You're like a vibrator.
[ She blushes and laughs, although her laughter quickly morphs into a moan where she can't quite catch her breath. She jerks her hips upward. ]
Maybe better? [ She purses her lips and makes a show of shrugging. ] I don't know.
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[It's an embarrassing comparison, but he snorts, trying to hold back any laugh of his own. Between this and the spanking, Pietro is ignoring this night ever happened come tomorrow. Wanda dreamt it, and he will stick by that claim even if he still sports obvious bruises.]
It is better.
[And he punctuates that with pushing himself a little further, increasing the speed of vibration and his thrusts, his hands firmly grasping her sides underneath her ribs.]
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No.
[ Wanda doesn't try to string her words together coherently. Arching her back, she wraps her legs around the back of his thighs to try and keep him locked inside of her. ]
Okay. Subpar. You could be a better vibrator.
[ Where Pietro feels embarrassment, Wanda feels, well… pure heat. Her bones feel liquid. She bucks her hips up, wishing to chase that vibration and feel it even more. She releases a growl low in her throat and sounds she's never made before as his thrusts shift her against the bed. ]
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[Mostly because Pietro doesn't want to stop even on principle, intent on orgasm number four as much as he is on pleasing Wanda. He keeps his thrusts more rapid and contained instead of pulling out far, heeding her legs wrapped around his thighs like he knows exactly why she does it. Her growling sends heat through his abdomen, it's rough and unrestrained and different, and all Pietro wants is to draw more of those noises from her.]
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[ Wanda doesn't know what she even wants to say. Please don't stop? Please know that the insults will always be on the tip of her tongue? She isn't quite sure if anything's even there as she gasps and parts her lips, tilting her head back as she claws at his back. With one hand in his hair, she grips the strands hard and digs her heels into his back. Her entire body vibrates alongside his. Because of his. It leaves her feeling hot and wanting to know that this is Pietro inside of her, able to make the tips of her toes and fingers feel like they're on fire.
Her body tenses and she shudders as she comes hard, gripping his back so tightly she can feel the crescent shapes her nails leave behind embed into his skin. ]
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[It comes out in a quiet and breathless low groan as she grabs his hair tightly, digging her fingernails and heels into his back. He's making her come undone and it's a beautiful thing to watch, Wanda falling apart and completely letting go. When she comes, it's so hard and immediate, clenching around his vibrating cock, and the friction is so much more prominent, Pietro can barely hold on himself. But he does, just for a moment longer. Everything feels too hot too soon, and the vibrations increase momentarily before they stop entirely, abruptly, and he follows her orgasm with his own, his fingers clutching her side so hard he's sure they'll leave distinct marks.]
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Why did you stop?
[ She smacks his back weakly. ]
I've never felt anything like that ever.
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It is your fault I lost control of it.
[Absolutely her fault she squeezed so hard, and he shifts to move his cock inside her as a reminder.]
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[ Except, well… that admission makes her feel hot all over. She keeps her legs tied around him, not wanting to let him go. She keeps her hand against his back.
After clearing her throat, she purses her lips. ]
Maybe if you were better…
[ She shrugs, looking away. If he was better, she wouldn't be able to wrap her legs around him. ]
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[He looks disheartened, but continues stroking below her ribs, starting low vibrations in his fingers.]
One day, I will be gone and you will never find a good enough replacement.
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Don't say such shit, Pietro!
[ Wanda's not one for swearing unless the situation calls for it. And this? This calls for it. Speaking such horrible things…
She grips his bicep and wraps one of her feet over his calves. ]
Where you go, I go. I will follow you even into the grave. You will never be without me.
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[He says it gently though, and reaches back to try and pull her foot loose.]
I'm tired, Wanda.
[That comes out more whiny than he wants to.]
Untangle yourself and let an old man sleep.
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[ She doesn't untangle her foot, shoving it into his back as a reminder that she's here and she's present. She'll wrap around him like a barnacle if she wants to—and so she does, even though she can't with her arms. Instead, she ruffles his hair. ]
You vibrate a little and now you need to sleep? Such a tease.
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[His attempt at a stern frown is more of a pout.]
... Do you want to do it again?
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Do you not want to?
[ If she says 'yes', he can tease her. Wanda doesn't wish to give him such an opening again. ]
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Of course I do. I am not yet satisfied. You need to do a better job.
[He runs his hands up to her chest, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, and starts the vibrations again, sudden and intense. With her legs still wrapped tightly around him, he works with little space again, but the speed of vibration should make up for lack of very driving thrusts.]
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No, not this way.
[ She ignores the flush to her chest and neck. Darting her gaze briefly away from his, she peers up at him again. She grasps uselessly for his wrists despite knowing he can easily pull out of her hold. ]
I want it a different way. I want you behind me. [ She pushes his face gently with her hand to try and dissuade him from looking at her. ] Your face is too ugly to look at.
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[Pietro's tone is exasperated, but he stops the vibrations and takes his hands off her breasts, planting them on either side of her instead, and pulling back away from her hands at his face.]
We will do it your way, but you need to let me move.
[He squirms, rather impatiently, waiting for her to uncoil the death-grip of her legs.]
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You want to do it?
[ She does her best not to acknowledge how hot she feels. Considering tonight seems to be the night when Pietro trusts her to explore something different, she thinks it's only fair she places that in his hands.
But that doesn't mean she won't blush as she shoves at his shoulder to get him to move. ]
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[It somehow seems both less and more intimate to do it this way, and tonight is apparently for exploring. Pietro takes a moment just to look down at her, flushed and pushing at his shoulder.]
Give me time, I'm old.
[He does move, but takes it upon himself to quickly position her as he likes, on her knees underneath him. His breath is hot at the back of her neck as he brushes her hair aside, tangling his fingers in it.]
Is this how you want it?
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Yes.
[ It comes out softer than she means for it to. ]
The girls said that this felt nice.
[ She purposefully doesn't mention any specific names, not wanting Pietro to lose sight of what they're doing. Now isn't the time for him to tease her in such a way.
Readjusting her knees on the bed, she clears her throat gently. ]
So, I wanted to see. But I don't want you to disappear. [ She flushes hotly again, liking the fact that his hand is in her hair and he's still warm against her back. ] I like you like this… over me. But don't knot my hair.
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