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She loved this, being buried to the hilt in her boyfriend, his legs tied back to the headboard, practically folding him in half. Wanda gyrated her hips to get a moan and he cried out on cue.
“So beautiful,” She pet the stripe of vibranium that ran up his cock, smiled at how it twitched and how he whined in sync. The letter ‘p’ had been on his lips for the past two minutes, just the first half of a one-syllable word that was her favorite to hear during sex. “How would you like to come, my love?”
Vision tried to make a word, ended up making another desperate whine and squirming to feel any level of movement.
“In my mouth, or on your stomach, Vizh,” Wanda did a half-circle with her hips, kissed his sternum, tweaked a nipple, held his cock in her fist.
He shuddered, let out a strained sound of agonizing delight, and came over her hand. She laughed, ground into him as he throbbed through his orgasm.
“S- sor-” Vision stuttered his apology while Wanda slowly withdrew herself.
She marveled at how relaxed he looked, how utterly blissed out. She drew her finger down his thigh, kissed his throat. “My sexy mess. I think I’ll leave you like this, all dirty and exposed. You can try to control yourself when you’re ready again. Would you like that?”
His head bobbled with a nod and she brushed her lips against his. It would be at least ten minutes until he was ready again, and in the meantime, she wanted to pamper him. She pet down his arms. “You take me so wonderfully. I love opening you, filling you, making you mine.”
He half smiled, relaxed into his restraints. Wanda swirled her finger around his hole, the silicone lube keeping it slick and warm. “What if I let you take me like this?” She probed him gently with her index finger. “Let you fuck my ass? Fuck me dumb?’
A small mewl. She kissed his knee. His cock twitched. Wanda shifted on her knees, slid the hand not fondling her boyfriend between her own legs and let him watch through hooded eyes as she fucked her hand. It was an interesting idea, hot even, imagining him filling her ass, his balls slapping her cheeks. Him, stretching her and feeling himself finger her through the thin barrier of her body.
“Darling-” Vision moaned, and she looked down to find him hard and eager again. She unclipped his ties, helped his legs come down onto the mattress and climbed into his lap. He was sticky, sweaty, metallic, divine. She sank down onto his cock with a flutter in her stomach and a sigh on her lips.
They made love slowly, with Vision in a lovely hypnosis of pleasure and Wanda drunk on adoration. She mapped his neck with her tongue and came just before he did. “I love you,” She whispered, filled and satisfied. He bit her shoulder and moaned, filling her and drowning in sensation.
Usually, that would have been it. She would lay atop her boyfriend, giving lazy kisses to his chest and chin as he came back to the world. He would slip out of her and she would clean them both up along with giving even more kisses to where ever she could reach. It was simple. It was routine. It was love.
Vision tugged her up, off his softening cock, and pushed her to sit on his face. She resisted at first. “Baby, we don’t need to be even.”
His eyes whirred clockwise in a wordless trance. He made a small grunt, pushed at her hips again. She climbed off of him to lay beside. “I don’t have any bones. You’re on top now.”
When Vision didn’t immediately roll on top of her, she laughed and cuddled into his side. “All talk, huh?”
A kiss to her forehead followed by a sneer. She loved him so much.
A hand between her legs. She jolted from the sudden stimulation of his fingers passing her clit. “Baby…” She whined with a smile, grinding her hips onto his fingers, amused by how quickly he made her want him again. “Do you feel how full you made me?” Wanda whispered, knowing his seed was likely dripping out of her still, collecting on his fingers as he circled her opening.
And then his fingers went lower, skated over her perineum, then stopped.
Her asshole clenched up defensively.
“Red. Where you headed, Vizh?” She asked, still as stone. He gave her a lazy grin.
“Just the outside,” he whispered, and Wanda’s heart rate spiked as she realized.
She rolled away from him. “No, I--” Her tongue went clumsy. “I don’t, I’m not ready.”
He scooted to the edge of the bed to give her space. “Okay,”
It was an odd sort of aftercare, Vision bleary from his return from subspace, Wanda calming herself from his exploration. She summoned some wet wipes, cleaned him up and then herself, and Vision changed the sheets before climbing back in, laying naked across from her. She gently traced his face with her fingertips. He turned on a sitcom and kissed her hand every time it passed close enough to her lips. They didn’t watch the tv at all, too set on each other’s gaze. “I’m sorry,” He murmured.
She smoothed her palm over his jaw. “You did nothing wrong,” Her fear rose again. Fear that he would bore of her, or that she was missing out. He looked so blissed when she was buried in his ass.
Vision rolled over to his stomach, slung an arm over her and pulled her close. He loved cuddling her like that, as if she were his personal teddy bear. “Thank you for telling me no,” He nuzzled her head with his. Wanda felt a tear of relief slip from her eye. He always said that. Thank you for telling me no.
It broke her every time, made her heart spill over with love and adoration. Thank you. He was so gentle with her. She felt horrible for denying him, and there he was, giving genuine thanks for it.
“I love you,” He followed up, and the tears fell freely. He kissed them away, familiar with her physical response to his words.
“I love you too,” She rotated herself so she could bury herself in his chest. She fell asleep with tears still falling, and woke up with the man who made her love so much she felt like she was going to explode curled up right next to her.
She reached for him, and he drowsily stirred into her embrace. She loved him like this, loved that she was the only one who knew him like this. Despite not emerging from a womb, he slept in fetal position. Her giant man, compressed into a ball.
As soon as she was close enough to be flush with his knees, he unfolded and snuggled her with his whole body, nose buried in her neck and legs intertwined with hers.
He made a noise of question, then lifted the sheets to look at their legs.
“I got cold,” Wanda lied to explain away her pajama bottoms. It was not her best lie, considering she was still topless.
Flecks of yellow sparked in his eyes as he stared deeply at her face, analyzing. She steeled herself for the question.
He tucked his face back into her neck, gripped her more tightly, and fell back asleep.
Wanda couldn’t stop thinking about it. Just the outside. She had felt more naked than ever before, so vulnerable. Yet, she craved to feel it again. Maybe it was the severity of the reaction that drew her. It was hard to tell. The warm water caressed her body, relaxed her muscles. Her hand wandered down her body, across her breast and plucked at her nipples. Wanda, p-please. She scratched down her stomach, smoothed her palm over her hips and pinched her ass. My sweet, lovely, darling. Her hand slid between her cheeks. Oh god, her ass had hair. Wanda pulled her hand away, pumped a healthy dose of body wash on it, and washed away her shock.
Of course her ass had hair. She knew that. Everyone did.
Not Vision.
Everyone else though.
She reached back again. You’re gorgeous, my love. Divine. His gentle blue eyes worshipped her. She rubbed the outside of her asshole, focused on the off texture and sensation. It puckered. She pulled her hand away again, washed it, and bolted out of the shower.
Why did she feel like a criminal?
She stared in the mirror, her towel tight around her body, warm and fluffy. It’s my body. She reasoned with herself. I can touch myself wherever.
A soft knock at the bathroom door. “Wanda?”
Her buttcheeks clenched. “Yes?”
“Are you alright?”
“You can come in,” She tightened her towel. Vision opened the door, already reaching for her hand.
All she wanted was to tell him how she felt. How scared she was. How she wanted to try this with him, but it was strange. It was something she had never even considered.
She loved the idea of sharing a first time experience with him, craved it. She loved the awe in his breath when he saw her trying something new and enjoying it. It was exciting, not knowing how it was going to feel, how he would react.
The fear of it feeling horrible and ruining sex forever was overwhelming.
Wanda stuffed herself against her boyfriend and cried into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her kissed the top of her head, then rested his cheek on her until she quieted.
“I’m sorry,” Wanda sniffled, glancing in the mirror and wincing at what a mess she was. “This- I’m being silly.”
Vision hunched over to be eye level, brushed a wet strand of hair away from her eyes and tucked it behind her ears. “You can tell me.”
She shook her head. What was the point of attempting to tell him when she knew the words would get stuck in her throat? Instead, she pushed herself forward and kissed him, pressed her whole body flush to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He steadied her with a hand about her waist and sucked her lower lip. Things began to make sense again. Vision’s thigh between her legs, the terrycloth of the towel pressed between them as she deepened the kiss. Her hair was soaking his sweater, and the steam in the room turned to condensation on his audial receptors. She lapped up the moisture, listening for a groan when she sucked at his neck. His hands stayed firmly on her waist, unlike their usual roaming nature. “Touch me, Vizh.” She whispered into his collarbone before nibbling the soft flesh.
“What is wrong, Wanda?” He asked, and she pulled away to fix him with an odd look.
She yanked up his sweater, made him stick out his arms, and pulled it over his head. Her towel fell away and she walked to the bed with an extra bounce in her step to make her breasts jiggle. “Come fuck me.”
He watched her with a conflicted expression, picking up his sweater from where she had tossed it and carefully folding it. Her surge of confidence evaporated. He knew it was a distraction.
Wanda folded back the covers and slipped underneath to hide. It didn’t take long for the other side of the bed to dip down with his weight. She popped her head out, facing the wall rather than him, and he spooned her shape from atop the covers and kissed her shoulders through the blankets. “My love,” He kissed her pulse point. “I am an anomaly. It is normal to have sexual limits.”
A small laugh escaped her as her heart swelled again and she fought off tears again. She hated how much she cried with him. She never cried before dating Vision. But then, he made her feel safe enough to remove all her emotional armor, and beneath it was Wanda Maximoff, crybaby. “You have limits,” She rotated in the sheets to face him, and he snuggled closer, the sheets separating them serving to cocoon her tightly with his embrace. “You won’t brat.”
“A fair point,” Vision touched his nose to her’s and her view went wonky as her eyes crossed to look at him. “Short of being a brat, however, I am less averse to sexual deviancy than the majority of the population.”
She tilted her head up to kiss the tip of his nose. “I love that about you,”
“It doesn’t mean you must be also. My willingness to explore is not synonymous with my need in our relationship.” His irises went back and forth, tiny gears working endlessly to record and transmit to his brain.
The tears were threatening to fall again. “But you do want to explore?”
His irises slowed. “Only if you are by my side. There is no pleasure in your discomfort.” His lips ghosted across her cheek. “May I kiss your lips?”
Wanda nodded, poking her head further out from the covers. She pouted her lips and he gave her a chaste kiss. “May I again?” He whispered, and she leaned up this time to meet his lips for another peck. He pet her jaw with his thumb lovingly. “Exquisite.”
Her arm prickled with goosebumps as she reached out from under the blankets and looped her arms around him. He was warm to touch and hummed as she pulled him closer. “Again?”
“Of course,” He pecked the corner of her mouth, then went back in for a real kiss. She sighed into his mouth, licking his lower lip so he would open his mouth and let her brush her tongue against his. She inhaled through her nose so she could deepen the kiss, and Vision nipped her lip playfully. “May I kiss your neck?” He murmured against her lips.
Wanda bared her neck, slid her hands down his back as he brushed against her throat. She pressed her cheek against the top of his head and let him gently kiss her pulse point, behind her ear, her adam’s apple. He kissed the underside of her jaw, the hollow spot at the base of her neck. She rested her palm on his shoulder, enjoying how his muscles rippled as he moved. His lips found the rim of her ear, wet warmth just slightly ticklish.
“I love you, Wanda Maximoff,” He kissed her ear, then captured her lobe between his teeth. She suppressed a whimper as he rolled the delicate flesh and pulled on him in order to sit herself up more. The covers fell away, exposing her breasts and Vision’s fingers found her nipple like they were magnetic, but despite her usual love of his ministrations there, it suddenly felt foreign, weird. Wanda nudged his hand away, brought the covers back up. He relocated his grip to her waist, his palm a nice weight through the blankets.
She tightened the covers around her as she sat up more, scooched herself to be flush against her boyfriend laying above the covers. “Baby, go get me some underwear and one of your shirts.”
His face fell just a touch, pecked her lips before getting up to fetch her the items. With his back turned, she squirmed into the sheets, letting the pressure and texture relieve some of her want. It was torture, feeling so vulnerable and alien in her own skin yet desperately wanting to share it.
“Thong, cheeky, or boy?” Vision tugged her drawer open, let his eyes linger on the lace but his hands found cotton.
“C-” Wanda bit her lip, nervous. “Can I wear your boxer briefs?”
Sometimes, he thought she only bought him real clothes so she could steal them.
He was right.
He pulled from his drawer a pair of yellow boxer briefs and a large green t-shirt and held it against his chest, raising his body temperature to warm the fabric before handing it off. “I see you intend on seducing me still.”
Wanda reached out to accept the clothes, pulled the shirt over herself, and shimmied into the boxers beneath the sheets. Vision blushed, his thoughts aflutter, and Wanda blushed in reaction. “Come here and cuddle me.”
She didn’t need to ask him twice.
He brought her macaroni and cheese with bits of hot dog and potato chips mixed in. Wanda took three bites, and turned down the TV. “Vision,”
The synthezoid looked up at her from the side, laying on his stomach, propped up by his elbows. “Wanda?”
“How long has it been?” She asked.
“Fifty-one hours, twenty-nine minutes, and four seconds.” He responded too quickly, blushing.
She took another bite. “Is this why you brought me this?”
This time, he remembered to hesitate. “Well,”
“Strip and lay on your back.”
Vision phased away his clothes, rolled over. The TV played in the background while she told him to touch himself to the edge of completion and Wanda finished her meal atop him, sitting with his ankles trapped in the crook of her folded legs. When she finished, she released his legs, pulled her underwear off beneath her dress, and climbed atop him. Vision tried desperately not to move, not to beg. She brought his hand to her breast and slid down until he was fully inside her. All residual feelings of vulnerabilities melted away in the heat of their lovemaking.
It happened a few nights later in the heat of the moment. He had her head in the mattress, knees spread, his cock buried to the hilt in her. One hand was on her shoulder, pulling back into him, making her hope that his grip would leave bruises. The other was on her waist, fingers splayed across her lower back and the top of her ass. She curved her spine more, spread her knees, enjoyed how rough the covers felt against her taut nipples. Vision changed his angle, drove higher into her, and shifted his grip to keep her at the right height. His thumb was dangerously close to her asshole, and he found the spot deep in her that made her cry out.
“Vision, Vision, god--” She panted into the pillow, “You fuck me-- so well-- god.”
He slammed into her, making her scream, and held himself flush against her, grinding while inside her to make her mewl.
“Put your thumb on my asshole,” Wanda growled, her lust overtaking her as he began short, rapid thrusts.
The thrusts slowed. “Wanda?”
She craned her head as far as possible to glare at him, breathing heavy and desperate. “Put your thumb on my asshole and fuck me until I am in the floor.”
His eyes widened, and Wanda pressed back towards him to show her urgency. After a moment of hesitation, he reached forward and stuck his thumb into her panting mouth. Wanda didn’t hesitate to close her lips around it, and it was his turn to whimper when her tongue swirled around his digit.
Thoroughly wet, he popped it out of her mouth and pressed the pad of his thumb against her asshole. “Like this?”
“Vision,” She growled, and he began to move. “Yeah- fill-- fill me. I’m yours, I’m all yours.”
He pressed harder into her, slowed his thrusts but put more power behind each one. “Mine,” She moaned. “Mine, love.” He bent forward and kissed her spine, his voice beginning to falter as he neared his edge. “Wanda-”
“Vision,” She came with a cry and in a few more hard thrusts, he joined her in bliss.
“Baby,” Wanda collapsed, a boneless puddle of sweat. Vision retracted his thumb, and she cringed at the sensation, the spit failing her as a lube beyond for entry.
She couldn’t move, even as she felt him slip out and hot stickiness follow. His lips left open mouth kisses up her spine, to her shoulder blades, and laid down atop her, reducing his density so as to not crush her. He continued his path with small licks and kisses up her neck, to her jaw, and finally, claiming her mouth with his. Her chest was still heaving as she caught her breath, and Vision yanked the sheets over them both and nuzzled her head with his.
He made something of a growl, continuing to kiss every inch of skin he could get his lips on, as if this were the beginning of their lovemaking and not the end. She smiled, laughed to herself a little. He chased her smile and laugh with more necking, and she loved him so much, wriggled in contented delight beneath him, his flaccid cock flopped against her. He nipped at her shoulder, and she rolled over, the back of her mind registering the degree of mess their bed was in, and the front of her mind not caring. She nudged him onto his back and sucked a hickey on his throat, his chest, his stomach. He tasted like her sweat. It was disgusting and she loved it. She thought about him sticking his thumb in her mouth again, how hot it was, and nipped his ear. He palmed her breast, more set on simply having as much of him touching as much of her as possible rather than pursuing a round two. She gave a kittenish lick to the metal of his chin, scratched down his chest, letting their mutual afterglow linger as they played silently with their bodies. She followed his vibranium lines with her nails and he shivered, thumbing the stretch marks on her hips he loved so much.
Wanda wanted to say something. Anything. A thank you. A praise. That she felt instantly addicted to the feeling of him filling all of her.
She made a positive grunt, kissed his cheek, his brow, everywhere she could reach until he grabbed her chin and made her kiss him on the lips.
He sucked in her lip as he lifted her, held her to him and walked them to the bathroom.
Vision always put a towel over the toilet seat cover before sitting her down on the porcelain. The first time he had done it, she laughed.
“Is something wrong?” Vision’s eyebrows had knitted together in concern.
Wanda spread her legs, wiped up some of the dripping mess with toilet paper. “No, no. It’s just,” She snickered. “It reminds me of those old movies where the guy would put his jacket over a puddle so the lady wouldn’t get her feet wet.”
He still hadn’t understood, just replied with a kind smile and a wet wipe.
Three months later, the show they were watching had shown the trope. Vision laughed harder than she had ever seen him. She kissed the swell of noise from his lips and never forgot the way he held her atop him, both laughing between kisses, knocking teeth and laughing more.
He flourished the towel before letting it settle over the toilet cover, his slight smirk betraying his otherwise serious gesture. “You’re ridiculous,” Wanda murmured into the crook of his neck.
He set her down gently. “You’re beautiful.”
In truth, she was a mess. Thigh slick with want and come, her whole body covered in dried sweat. Her hair was going to take a whole bottle of leave-in conditioner just to untangle. He was still more together than her, but a lovely mess nonetheless. His hickies stood out as golden polka dots, and his cock was as covered as her thighs in fluids. His stomach where she had sat kissing him senseless after their climax was shining. “Not too bad yourself, my love.”
Vision passed her a wet wipe and took another for himself, applying it to his abdomen, then frowning. “Perhaps a shower would be more efficient.”
“Let me go pee first,” She got up slowly, holding onto the counter for balance. Her legs were still jellied, though less so than before. Vision made sure she was stable, then quietly left the bathroom to give her privacy. A gentleman to a fault, even if she really didn’t care. He had seen her pee before when they were on missions and were stuck in the woods, or after she drank just a tad too much on a night out and couldn’t make it home. Surely that was much more embarrassing than sitting on the toilet. And it wouldn’t even be him watching her, truly. He would be moving the shower curtain, turning on the tap. Fetching and fluffing their towels.
She sat up to wipe, moving front to back and winced at the end.
Bright red blood coated the paper.
“Shit,” She grumbled, throwing the wad in the toilet and grabbing another. She leaned far forward to spread her cheeks, dabbed the tissue against her ass.
Bright red dots blotted against it again. “Shit,” She discarded that wad as well and flushed. Vision came back in as soon as the water stopped swirling, two fluffy towels in hand and concern on his face.
She hopped into the shower and turned on the spray before he could ask what had happened.
“Wanda?” His head poked in through the shower curtain. “Are you alright?”
“Hm?” The warm spray soaked into her hair, darkened it to a deep brown. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back further until the water was just beyond her hairline, the jets massaging her scalp. Firm, heavy hands settled on her waist, and she grinned as his lips fell to her neck. Groping blindly in front of her, Wanda’s hands clumsily found his chest, her palms going flat on his vibranium panels and making their way up over his shoulders and back behind his neck to hold him close.
She hated how turned on she was already, especially after such a wonderful round not more than half an hour ago.
She hated how even though her asshole was throbbing from a minor injury, she couldn’t stop thinking about how she wanted him to bend her over in the shower and take her from behind again, his thumb a knuckle deep as she moaned around the fingers of his other hand.
Vision had a lovely glass butt plug with a gem at the flared end that matched the mindstone. How would that feel, filling one of her holes as he demolished the other?
He maneuvered her to have her back to his chest, his cock squished between them in such a way that was more intimate than sexy, and began rubbing soapy circles on her abdomen. His nose poked the top of her head as he nuzzled her. A sway of his hips made it feel just a bit like they were dancing.
Rarely did she get to see Vision like this. Usually, she would be in the love-stricken trance, taking care of her boy after pushing him to his limits. But this time, the roles were reversed. He was hypnotized with affection and caretaking instincts, set on adoring her until they both were either asleep or in the kitchen making macaroni and cheese.
Her body swayed along with his, his motions nearly hypnotic. His hands swept over her breasts, down her arms, over her thighs. Having a giant boyfriend meant he could keep the spray at bay while soaping her up, and she was head to toe in suds in no time at all. He didn’t linger or retrace anywhere. A small coordinated rotation and he was washing the suds off of her in the spray and kissing the top of her head.
“You were incredible,” He spoke as if he was recounting the weather. “Thank you for indulging me.”
Wanda wiped the water off her face and turned around to kiss her boyfriend. “That wasn’t for you,” She clarified, kissing his chest. “That was for me. And up until the… bleeding. It was amazing.”
Water seeped into her mouth as Vision captured her lips with a tender mingling. “Wanda,” He settled his hands on the small of her back arched forward as he made small circles with his thumbs. She waited patiently for him to continue, his voice having trailed off and eyes set so intently on her. He didn’t.
He hugged her so tightly she was sure she would pop.
Was it possible to become hyper-aware of a body part you thought you had always known?
She sat up straight at the meeting and imagined what it would feel like to be sitting on Vision’s cock.
Her thongs made her feel just a little bit more sexy than usual.
Salad became a much more usual meal.
A whole week had passed, and though she and Vision had been at it more than ever, they didn’t speak about trying that again.
She was embarrassed. There was a tightness in her stomach, a hunger whenever she let her mind stray back to him filling her. It was oddly similar to how it felt the first time he marked her, hot lips and perfect teeth marring her neck. She wanted more. She wanted to give herself completely, fall into his touch and passion. She wanted to whisper his name like a prayer and feel him hum against her skin as he makes her explode from the inside and out.
But the courage she had found in the heat of the moment was gone. Anxiety crept back in.
What if she would bleed even more? What if they went further, and it hurt to sit?
What if he didn’t want it again?
Because if she had found time to become anxious about it, certainly Vision had as well.
He was always so afraid to hurt her or push her too far. It wouldn’t be out of character for him to be uncomfortable with continuing to explore this new position. And the new position itself, it was a dominant one. Not his usual preference.
If she didn’t bring it up again, he wouldn’t be able to say no. If she didn’t bring it up again, she could pretend like it was still on the table, but just not at the moment.
She wanted him to shove two fingers down her throat until she gagged, and to then use her saliva to open her, carve her out.
She was going to die before asking him for it.
There was nothing wrong with their current sexual activity. They had sex every day. Great sex! Mind-blowing sex! Multiple orgasms, bone jellying, passionate lovemaking. They did kinky things, bondage, and power exchanges. God, the way he melted for her when she held him down with her powers… It never failed to make her soak herself.
She bought herself a butt plug for beginners. It was a dainty little thing, roughly the width of her thumb ad the widest point and taped to the size of her pinky. Paid for in cash, sunglasses and hat donned, she rushed back to her room with her contraband.
The box fit perfectly under her bed behind all the other junk she stored down there.
It was her beating heart in the floorboards.
A week after her purchase, she curled up into Vision’s arms,, tipped her chin up until he gave her a peck on the lips and hugged her more tightly to him. That was other-worldly. The smell of fresh laundered sweaters and the heat of his breath on her head— she wanted to be cocooned in his embrace forever. Gentle touches, light fingers over pale skin, sighing into his collarbone as he moves above her with steady focus, it made time slow to a euphoric crawl.
She didn’t need anything more.
After Vision left for training, she retrieved the box with a steely determination.
It wasn’t unlike the first time she put in a tampon. The lube was cold and her bent position in the bathroom with one leg up on the toilet and the other straight and stiff felt clinical. The tapered end met her opening and was firmly stopped by her confused muscle.
“Relax, Wanda,” she thought of nice things, of safe and happy memories of Vision pleasuring her. The tip went in. She pushed more. No luck. “Fuck.”
Wanda took the toy away entirely and tried to imagine something arousing. After all, that was what all the websites had told her to do. Relax. Feel sexy. Feel aroused.
Vision beneath her, licking into her folds and playing with her breasts. She slipped a finger in herself. Vision fingering her under the table at the club. Natasha suspecting. Natasha knowing .
She put the tip of the toy back against her, timing the first push in with her aroused breathing in.
Reverse pooping was not the sensation she expected.
It was in.
She held the flared back in as she waddled to the floor-length mirror. It felt like her asscheeks were miles apart and a precursory glance didn’t disprove it. Wanda laughed. She had a toy in her ass. Did it look as pretty as Visions?
The purple silicone rod was expelled from her body the moment she removed her hand and she rotated to look.
Normal pooping, but when it wasn’t poop at all was odd. She winced, picking up the object that had ejected from her ass like a torpedo.
Vision had spent hours walking around with a plug. Did he do something to achieve that?
Lube oozed out of her, and Wanda made a decision: why let perfectly fine gel go to waste?
She replaced the toy with her index finger, slow at first to allow her muscles to reaccept intrusion. She had done this to her boyfriend a million times. Small movements to relax the ring, slow insertion to make sure nothing tore.
The dissonance of her imagining Vision’s ass yet her own hole gripping her finger like the world’s strongest infant was alarming.
It didn’t hurt. It didn’t make her see stars. She curled her digit, knowing she lacked the prostate to stimulate but hoping it would draw pleasure all the same.
The physicality of her exploration was secondary to the thrill of being ‘bad’.
Good girls didn’t take it in the ass.
She bent her finger, brushed her g-spot through the thick tissue that separates her openings.
The plug went into the trash. It didn’t have enough of a drop-off point to stay put.
She hopped into the shower after removing her fingers, daydreaming about how naughty it would be to let Vision eat her ass. Her fingers traced the rim of her asshole as she moaned to the thought of replacing her fingers with his tongue.
Would Wanda kiss him after such intimacy?
Probably not, she realized, imagining his lips seeking hers only to be pushed away. He would mount her, let his face fall into the crook of her neck to breathe heavy even after her refusal.
Yes. Vision’s cock filling her vagina as his finger pinched her membrane against his length. The imagination alone was a symphony of pleasure. His eyes would be so dark. She herself felt her eyelids were heavy with arousal, throat dry from panting.
She pumped a fistful of soap into her palm and scrubbed herself down with lightning-fast sweeps, used magic to dry and dress, and sought out Vision in the middle of training.
Maybe it was the mindstone that alerted him. Maybe he just knew.
“Tony, I must leave momentarily. I will be back soon.” He landed, switched off his comm as he stood before his girlfriend. She was still pink from water warmed akin and did very little to mask her arousal in her eyes.
Wanda was pressed up against his locker in no time at all, breasts exposed against the cool metal and his length firmly within her slick cunt. He fucked her into the wall from behind, his pubic bone hitting her ass with each hard thrust, and making her other hole feel desperately empty every time it was brushed by snapping hips. “I can only do this once,” he panted next to her ear and she whined. “Despite my physique, training is critical.”
“Harder,” Wanda growled, and he nearly put her through the wall.
He had to carry her back to her room, phasing them both through the floors to avoid detection, and placing her gently on her bed.
Wanda made a whine of protest as he removed his arms from beneath her.
“Tony has likely surmised the reason for my absence. We cannot afford to give him any more time to think up heckles and stories,” He ran his hand through her hair, wet from both the shower and sweat. “I love you, Wanda Maximoff.”
Wanda stuck her tongue out, the only muscle she could still operate, and waited until he was nearly out the door. “Love you too, Vizh.”
She fell asleep smiling.
Their love life didn't need anything more. Didn’t need anything to reignite a flame or spice things up.
They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.
Vision swiveled closer to Wanda in the conference room, his ankle wrapping around hers and hands reaching for her face. She melted into him as his lips descended on hers, took her breath away in the heat of the spontaneity. Their foreheads fell together, touching tenderly as they smiled at each other.
“Go back to kissing. This is way worse,” Clint cringed, fiddling with a pen like he was anticipating an exam.
Wanda spared a glare in his direction, matched her lips back up to Visions. He indulged her just a little longer before pulling away with a smirk.
“Or just skip to fucking,” Natasha mumbled. Clint high-fived her, refusing to flinch as Wanda fixed him with a glare once more.
He kept his ankle locked with hers as Steve started the meeting, slid his hand into hers under the table and gave her fingers a squeeze.
The meeting went quickly.
Wanda hustled out the moment it was over, her skirt sashaying with her hips. Vision stayed put, rigid as a metal pole.
“Dismissed,” Steve said in the flattest tone possible.
Vision phased through the wall to leave instead of using the door not more than five feet away.
Wanda was waiting for him on the other side, hand extended to take his. “Took you long enough,” She growled at him, took his hand and tugged him to follow her. His room was closer, and she barely had shut the door behind them when she wrestled him to the ground.
“Ravenous,” He pulled her down atop him by grabbing the front of her bra through her shirt, the layers of fabric bunching in his fist. “My darling,”
Wanda moaned as his teeth found purchase on her neck, a hot bite to her soft flesh to make her roll her hips in want. “Mm… don’t mark me where they can see, baby,”
He grinned, grabbed her by the back of her legs and moved her to sit on his face, his nose nudging her panties to the side and finding her wet and ready.
“Vizh, Vizh,” she panted, leaning forward to balance herself with her palms on the floor. His hands covered her asscheeks, holding her up and bringing her down. “I swear you make your tongue longer,”
He hummed into her, and she laughed, yelped when he removed one hand only to put it back with a firm smack.
“Wait, wait,” Wanda shoved herself down into his mouth. She thought about her shower exploration, felt the added rush of heat. “Should we— do you want?” He flicked her clit, sucked at her folds, and made her gasp at the building tension. All thoughts of experimentation disappeared. Why fix what isn’t broken?
Two fingers slipped into her, filling her alongside his tongue. “More,” She demanded and he supplied. A third finger joined and she ground down, panting at the edge of her pleasure. Vision hummed again and her whole body jerked as she came, but he was far from finished. He wrestled her onto her back, pushed her skirt up to her breasts and buried himself in her.
Long, powerful strokes brought her to her peak again quickly. “You are truly a witch,” Vision growled in her ear and slowed his motion to a snail's pace. The head of his cock dragged and pressed against her g-spot. She clawed at his chest helplessly, pinned to the ground by his hips and intoxicated by his fervor.
Chipped black nails dug into the floor. Vision cried out as he came into her, kissing every spot of skin he could reach and refusing to pull out. Wanda loved it when he let himself indulge, park himself in her as he shrank and the cum dribbled cold off the hilt of his shaft.
“What is wrong with us?” Wanda sucked in air to catch her breath, the realization of how feral they had become settling in her mind.
Vision kissed her chin. “I know you have been fingering yourself in the shower and it is driving me mad.”
A buzz of heat and mischief. “I think about you when I do it, you know.” He made a strangled sound. Nervousness flooded Wanda at the sight of how eager he was. “I still need more time, though,” she admitted in a whisper.
A cheeky kiss to her nose. “Then you have it.”
There was something freeing about the new vulnerability. It was like she was dating as a virgin all over again. The shy glances when they cuddled while watching movies returned. Vision blushed when she licked her fingers clean of cheese dust. Wanda wore pajamas to bed again. As if that meant anything.
A kiss goodnight would turn into a dozen. The question hung in the air.
They fucked less, but made slow love more often than ever.
“Can we just,” Wanda would start at a whisper.
“Have wonderful, normal, sexy sex?” Vision would finish for her.
The way in which she crawled atop him was answer enough.
“I love feeling the hum of the vibranium,” Wanda panted, moving her hips up and down at an agonizing pace. “The other day, at training, Cap asked me to toss his his shield, and the moment I touched the thing I wanted you. I can’t touch anything vibranium and not.”
Vision chuckled, moved his hips to meet hers at the set rhythm. “I get unreasonably aroused at the sound of a VCR tape being inserted into a television.”
She loved this. The way she rode him and they conversed was domestic bliss.
“Do you know what also I love?” Vision reached between them, fingers dipping beneath her waistband. “Feeling you come apart for me” his fingers circled her clit, applied pressure and hesitated when her eyes roll back.
Her muscles tightened. “More,” her head dropped down as she focused on the feeling of their joined bodies. His finger warmed against her skin, found a rhythm that made her chest flutter. “What, hng, love?”
A finger entered her, his thumb and palm picking up the abandoned rhythm. “I love when you stir your coffee, always in counter-clockwise circles and with a clink against the side each rotation. Or when you put on your makeup and pinch your cheeks rather than use blush.”
Wanda pinched her breast through her flannel, and Vision slid his hand up her thigh to beneath the fabric, rising it up until she helped him fully remove it and toss it to the side.
“I love how you carry around an empty glass at events for the sole purpose of putting other’s at ease,” Wanda put her finger to Vision’s lips, beckoning for entrance. He accepted her digit, swirling his tongue around her slim finger. “I love how you always know if I’m going to be warm or cold and adjust your body temperature to trick me into snuggling with you,”
He released her finger. “Not a trap ,”
“Mhm?” She laughed, and Vision slid a second digit in her.
His free hand went to her ass, gripping the cheek and urging her to rock more heavily against him. His length strained beneath her in his boxers. “I love that you glance up at me every time I smile at a joke while we watch our sitcoms. And I love that you try desperately not to look at me when there are subjects that are too real.”
“Like what?” Wanda rocked forward and bounced on his fingers. “Tell me,”
“Modern Family,” Vision’s breathing sped up as she increased her motion. “The… role-playing,” He averted his gaze from her. “ Juliana ,”
She looked at the wall to her left, face red as a beet. “Clive…”
He retracted his fingers, used both hands to push down her pants and his boxers. “Such a long way from California,” He gave himself a stroke, positioned his cock for her to descend onto. Wanda rose up on her knees, adjusted herself, and sunk down with a great sigh.
“I can’t wait to do fun stuff like that,” She sped up, slamming her ass back down on his hips with each descent.
Vision’s hands went to her waist, steadying her. His thumbs stroked her sides. A moan escaped him as she leaned backward so he could enter her even deeper. “Roleplay?”
She stopped to catch her breath, face scrunched up as she decided how to reply. “Er, yes.”
He took over the workout, thrusting up into her as she held still with her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. “A forbidden element,” He attempted to clarify, and Wanda grunted in agreement. He took the grunt as additional encouragement and sat up to kiss her, his cock driving deeper and deeper in her. “I can’t stay the night, Juliana. My wife will worry.”
Wanda’s mouth hung open, trying to gather enough air and composure to make words. “F-Forget about her. I’m your wife tonight.” Her stomach clenched in excitement at the thought, and Vision’s hands tightened around her.
“I’ve wanted to,” His voice cracked. “I’ve wanted to since the moment we met.”
Her eyes met his, first as Julianna and Clive, and then as Wanda and Vision. Her bottom lip pushed out as emotion crushed over her in time with her climax. “Baby-” She crooned, riding his thrust through her orgasm and beyond. Vision reached up to play with her breasts as he continued, and she felt his abdominal muscles tense before his sudden release.
They held still together, enjoying the small aftershocks of each other and catching their breaths.
“Vision?” Wanda winced as she pulled herself off of him, flopped in a sweaty heap at his side.
“Mm?” He hummed, head lulling to the side to look at her. He was the picture of relaxation, eyelids half closed, face flushed golden.
She snuggled even closer to him as if flush and entangled wasn’t enough. “Marry me?”
He laughed, loud and deep, rolling atop her and smothering her with a kiss. “Do you mean it?”
She giggled, the nervousness and spontaneity catching up to her. “Yes?”
He stole her breath again, kissing her into the mattress. “Absolutely.”