[ She jerks against him, having not expected that. She tightens around him and tenses her entire body before she forces herself to relax. It's different in a way that will take some time to get used to, especially since it's coming from Pietro. He's always hummed with impatience, but this is so literal.
Wanda moans and tightens the muscles of her stomach, wanting to feel his hands grip at her. She rocks back against him and makes a noise of pleasure low in her throat. ]
[He shudders slightly, and tries to suppress embarrassing whining when all of her muscles tighten and she clenches so hard around him. It's worth every bit of extra energy expenditure to facilitate that.]
Yes, it's good...
[His breath hitches and comes heavier.]
This is the last time.
[Despite saying so, like he might not last much longer, he speeds up his thrusts, encouraged by her moaning and the fluttering of her muscles underneath him. He's determined to end this birthday on a very good note.]
[ It'd sound more like a reprimand if she didn't speak so breathily—and if she cared for it to sound like one. Wanda grips the bedspread tightly, tilting her head back as she closes her eyes. It's strange not being able to see him, but she can imagine him clear as day, the pink flush to his cheeks, the way his hair's a mess on his head. She doubts she's gotten a detail wrong in her recollection of him. ]
[He punctuates that with a particularly sharp thrust, tightening his hold on her possessively, there's something more raw about doing it this way and Pietro runs with that instinctive feeling. Shifting his weight mostly to his knees, he takes his hand off the bed to grab her hair and pull. It's less gentle than he intended, but he won't knot it.]
Always wanting so much, Wanda. I don't know why I put up with you.
[He can't finish his thought all at once, a low groan escaping at that keening noise she makes. She's slamming back against him hard and it's so difficult to stay focused on anything when it's rough and forceful. He hadn't even had to ask for Wanda to go harder, and for once, Pietro wants to make this last as long as he can, willing himself not to slip over the edge yet.]
[ She lets out a breath she'd meant to sound like a noise of annoyance, but it sounds like a breathless, stupid thing that'll go straight to his head. Bowing her head, she exhales roughly. ]
You're obsessed with my ugly face.
[ The words come out slower than she'd like, almost like she's forgotten how to speak.
Balancing her weight on a shaky hand, she reaches between them to brush her fingers against her clit. She jerks against him. ]
[Not. But Pietro never gets it out, feeling her twitch around him like that takes all of his coherency and ability to speak away from him for a moment. They have to do this more often. He holds tightly to her hair as his hand shakes too much, and he knows he's not going to be able to hold out as long as he wants to.]
Fuck. Wanda.
[This time, he manages not to completely stop the vibrations, but they slow when his muscles tense and he leaves his cock buried deep inside her as he comes.]
[ She makes to peer over her shoulder at him, a little pleased smile on her face. Balancing on one hand, she pauses her fingers at her clit before she decides that maybe she'd like to get off at the expression he wears after he's come four times. ]
You can't seem to get enough of me and my ugly face, Pietro.
[ Wanda gasps, tensing her belly and shoving her hips back into him. She's waited for him before, not wanting to overstimulate him, but she figures she doesn't owe him such a kind luxury anymore. ]
[It's a hiss of a noise, with a whiny edge to it. Everything is too much, and Wanda doesn't give him any time to ride things out as much as he wants to. It takes Pietro a moment to get back to it, letting her do all the work until he can make his body follow his commands again, and continue to drive into her.]
[ And clearly as sensitive, too. Wanda considers dropping her hand and deciding that that's enough, but he's worked her up and she likes the fact that his cock feels different from this angle, and so she pushes back against him. He's already ridden out his orgasm three times now. Taking away the chance for the fourth is a kindness.
Before she can follow it up with something smart, Wanda's body tenses as she shudders. She moans, making a guttural sound that doesn't sound like it belongs to either one of them. She bows her head and presses her forehead hard against the bed as she comes, purposefully tightening around him to punish him for being so impatient and annoying. ]
[Pietro rolls his eyes and scoffs, but any comments he may have made are cut off preemptively when she tenses suddenly and comes, squeezing so tight around his cock it makes him whine loudly, ending with an embarrassing squeak in the back of his throat. He releases Wanda's hair and his fingers loosen at her stomach. He drops his hand to the bed beneath her. After a few heavy breaths, he pushes himself up, and slowly starts to pull out.]
You come a million and one times and you are suddenly done?
[ She's done, too. As excited as she is to be with him, her stamina is nothing in comparison to his. His is never-ending and impatient.
With him moving away, Wanda clumsily rolls over and drops onto her back, uncaring that her legs are twisted with him between them. ]
We should do that again.
[ Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after that. Sometime in the future. She ducks her gaze away from his before she makes herself look at him, heat flushing her already red cheeks. ]
[He argues as if that's a reasonable amount, though he feels the opposite. Looking down at her red face, he brushes his thumb across her cheek and then settles heavily on top of her. Pietro thinks about making a comment on the return of her shyness and the way she had been so bold when she wanted things, but he doesn't. He has no energy for another conversation that goes in circles.]
We will. There are a lot of things we should do again.
[He smirks before kissing her forehead gently, and then rolling off just enough to lie half beside her, but not break the connection of his skin to hers.]
[ She smiles and wrinkles her nose, brushing her fingers through his unruly, soft hair. She ensures to drag her nails over his scalp, enjoying that he's now quiet and still. It won't last for long. ]
If you misbehave, at least I know how to best punish you.
[ Again, she ignores her furious blush. She'd liked it. She doesn't want him to think she hadn't. ]
[He leans into the scrape of her nails over his scalp, less in his usual eager way and more like a contented cat in his current lethargic state. Nothing feels too slow at present, and he's going to enjoy that while it lasts. Running his fingers along her stomach, Pietro frowns and makes a questioning noise.]
There was a lesson to be learned?
[After a contemplative 'hm', he shrugs.]
Well, that was hours ago, wasn't I? Of course I have forgotten. You may have to remind me tomorrow.
[He squirms a little, just to feel the reminders still there, tender spots and bruises, and evidence of Wanda.]
[ Wanda sighs heavily and shakes her head. She tuts for good measure as she continues to scrape her nails against his scalp. ]
You are hopeless, Pietro. What will I ever do with you?
[ Aside from keep him for herself. She's happy to be selfish in this instant. ]
If you're too hopeless, I'll have to change our lessons. I don't think you'd want that.
[ Less spanking. Less allowing her to be the one who actually gets to dominate. She likes the flush of power she feels at that, at him trusting her enough to let himself be vulnerable and submit. ]
[Pietro rolls his eyes, though it takes so much effort to do so right now. Wanda will never stop. He shifts and presses himself close at her side, snaking one arm around her.]
There is maybe a shred of hope for me.
[It sounds like a concession, because he very much liked those lessons, and he should be honest about it. He can learn that much at least.]
[ She holds her hand up, almost pressing her index and thumb together. There's a small space between both fingers as Wanda narrows her eyes to inspect it. But it'll always be big enough to earn him a spanking as long as he wants it. Saying as much is too easy.
She grunts and makes a show of wriggling beneath him. ]
[Wanda, please. Pietro sighs in annoyance, at both her display and her grumbling and wriggling. He curls in on her a little, and moves his arm from her stomach, but it's just to cover her mouth with his hand.]
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Wanda moans and tightens the muscles of her stomach, wanting to feel his hands grip at her. She rocks back against him and makes a noise of pleasure low in her throat. ]
Is it okay for you?
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[He shudders slightly, and tries to suppress embarrassing whining when all of her muscles tighten and she clenches so hard around him. It's worth every bit of extra energy expenditure to facilitate that.]
Yes, it's good...
[His breath hitches and comes heavier.]
This is the last time.
[Despite saying so, like he might not last much longer, he speeds up his thrusts, encouraged by her moaning and the fluttering of her muscles underneath him. He's determined to end this birthday on a very good note.]
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[ It'd sound more like a reprimand if she didn't speak so breathily—and if she cared for it to sound like one. Wanda grips the bedspread tightly, tilting her head back as she closes her eyes. It's strange not being able to see him, but she can imagine him clear as day, the pink flush to his cheeks, the way his hair's a mess on his head. She doubts she's gotten a detail wrong in her recollection of him. ]
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[He punctuates that with a particularly sharp thrust, tightening his hold on her possessively, there's something more raw about doing it this way and Pietro runs with that instinctive feeling. Shifting his weight mostly to his knees, he takes his hand off the bed to grab her hair and pull. It's less gentle than he intended, but he won't knot it.]
Always wanting so much, Wanda. I don't know why I put up with you.
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Because I am cute.
[ A fact she thinks he's well-versed in.
Shoving her hips back more fiercely than she had intended, Wanda keens and pants roughly, unable to catch her breath. ]
Cuter than you, for sure.
[ As strong as she wants her voice to be, it shakes and comes out as a hoarse whisper. ]
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[He can't finish his thought all at once, a low groan escaping at that keening noise she makes. She's slamming back against him hard and it's so difficult to stay focused on anything when it's rough and forceful. He hadn't even had to ask for Wanda to go harder, and for once, Pietro wants to make this last as long as he can, willing himself not to slip over the edge yet.]
Cute like this, when I can't see your ugly face.
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You're obsessed with my ugly face.
[ The words come out slower than she'd like, almost like she's forgotten how to speak.
Balancing her weight on a shaky hand, she reaches between them to brush her fingers against her clit. She jerks against him. ]
Pietro…
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[Not. But Pietro never gets it out, feeling her twitch around him like that takes all of his coherency and ability to speak away from him for a moment. They have to do this more often. He holds tightly to her hair as his hand shakes too much, and he knows he's not going to be able to hold out as long as he wants to.]
Fuck. Wanda.
[This time, he manages not to completely stop the vibrations, but they slow when his muscles tense and he leaves his cock buried deep inside her as he comes.]
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You can't seem to get enough of me and my ugly face, Pietro.
[ Wanda gasps, tensing her belly and shoving her hips back into him. She's waited for him before, not wanting to overstimulate him, but she figures she doesn't owe him such a kind luxury anymore. ]
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[It's a hiss of a noise, with a whiny edge to it. Everything is too much, and Wanda doesn't give him any time to ride things out as much as he wants to. It takes Pietro a moment to get back to it, letting her do all the work until he can make his body follow his commands again, and continue to drive into her.]
Will you hurry up?
[He sounds half exasperated and half desperate.]
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[ And clearly as sensitive, too. Wanda considers dropping her hand and deciding that that's enough, but he's worked her up and she likes the fact that his cock feels different from this angle, and so she pushes back against him. He's already ridden out his orgasm three times now. Taking away the chance for the fourth is a kindness.
Before she can follow it up with something smart, Wanda's body tenses as she shudders. She moans, making a guttural sound that doesn't sound like it belongs to either one of them. She bows her head and presses her forehead hard against the bed as she comes, purposefully tightening around him to punish him for being so impatient and annoying. ]
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We are done.
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You come a million and one times and you are suddenly done?
[ She's done, too. As excited as she is to be with him, her stamina is nothing in comparison to his. His is never-ending and impatient.
With him moving away, Wanda clumsily rolls over and drops onto her back, uncaring that her legs are twisted with him between them. ]
We should do that again.
[ Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after that. Sometime in the future. She ducks her gaze away from his before she makes herself look at him, heat flushing her already red cheeks. ]
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[He argues as if that's a reasonable amount, though he feels the opposite. Looking down at her red face, he brushes his thumb across her cheek and then settles heavily on top of her. Pietro thinks about making a comment on the return of her shyness and the way she had been so bold when she wanted things, but he doesn't. He has no energy for another conversation that goes in circles.]
We will. There are a lot of things we should do again.
[He smirks before kissing her forehead gently, and then rolling off just enough to lie half beside her, but not break the connection of his skin to hers.]
Happy Birthday.
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[ She smiles and wrinkles her nose, brushing her fingers through his unruly, soft hair. She ensures to drag her nails over his scalp, enjoying that he's now quiet and still. It won't last for long. ]
If you misbehave, at least I know how to best punish you.
[ Again, she ignores her furious blush. She'd liked it. She doesn't want him to think she hadn't. ]
We should do that until you learn your lesson.
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There was a lesson to be learned?
[After a contemplative 'hm', he shrugs.]
Well, that was hours ago, wasn't I? Of course I have forgotten. You may have to remind me tomorrow.
[He squirms a little, just to feel the reminders still there, tender spots and bruises, and evidence of Wanda.]
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You are hopeless, Pietro. What will I ever do with you?
[ Aside from keep him for herself. She's happy to be selfish in this instant. ]
If you're too hopeless, I'll have to change our lessons. I don't think you'd want that.
[ Less spanking. Less allowing her to be the one who actually gets to dominate. She likes the flush of power she feels at that, at him trusting her enough to let himself be vulnerable and submit. ]
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There is maybe a shred of hope for me.
[It sounds like a concession, because he very much liked those lessons, and he should be honest about it. He can learn that much at least.]
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[ She holds her hand up, almost pressing her index and thumb together. There's a small space between both fingers as Wanda narrows her eyes to inspect it. But it'll always be big enough to earn him a spanking as long as he wants it. Saying as much is too easy.
She grunts and makes a show of wriggling beneath him. ]
Your arm is heavy. Are you trying to crush me?
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Go. To. Sleep. I am tired.
[The latter comes out as a whine.]