Bliss
Summary: It's two am and they should probably be asleep, but instead Wanda has Natasha bent over in front of her, moaning and panting.
Drabble
It's two am and they should be asleep but they're not. The room is illuminated only by the golden light of the bedside lamp, and the only sounds come from their continued moaning and panting.
Natasha clings to the bedsheets with one hand, her other hand flexing in front of her face, unsure whether to hold on or to reach between her legs and jerk herself off.
But she's been told not to by Wanda, and she knows she should listen otherwise she'll have her hands bound to the bedposts before she can protest.
They've been through this routine before. Natasha bent over in front of Wanda, the younger woman behind her with her beloved strap, slamming it repeatedly into Natasha's greedy ass, fucking her to a point where she can barely form any words to describe the pleasure she's feeling.
All she can manage is an occasional "f-fuck" or "Wanda…" as she's pegged from behind by her favourite little witch.
She wants to cry out as loud as she can, let everyone know she's in sexual heaven as her thick cock throbs between her legs and her ass continuously swallows Wanda's strap, but she can't.
So she settles for burying her face into her pillows and whimpering, her mouth hanging open with a silent plead for more, more, more.