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“Baby girl!” An irritatingly familiar voice called out nearby.
Petra looked from the lamp post she was perched, head snapping over in that direction. She tilted her head back, staring up at the building just behind her, soon spotting a familiar red and black-clad woman standing right on the ledge. Petra narrowed her eyes when she spotted the merc, the lenses on her mask mimicking the movement with a whir.
Deadpool has been a thorn in her side since day one. She’s been causing a never ending headache for the spider ever since she declared herself “Spiderwoman’s sidekick,” which is blatantly untrue and a terrifying concept. Spiderwoman stares for a few seconds before looking away, ignoring her in favor of… Well, anything else, actually.
“Oh, I love my girl’s tsundere, babe. Just keep bending over facing like that and I’m juuust fine with the silent treatment.” Wanda sighed, sitting down on the edge about ten feet above Petra.
Petra’s eye twitched at this. She doesn’t know why, but Wanda has been the only person on this earth that ever really got to her. Her dumb voice and constant harassment is really starting to wear her down. Petra stood up and shot a web out to the adjacent building, swinging over the road and into the sky. She did a casual flip in the air before landing on both feet, arms held out. With distance secured, Petra snuck a glance over to where she had left the mercenary.
However, she was suddenly gone. Petra blinked, eyebrows furrowing.
Then, she felt her senses ping. Petra grabbed the arm reaching out to her from behind and suplexed the person before they could touch her. Once she saw who it was, she sighed and let go. Great.
Wanda waved from below, making a heart with her hands after. “Do that again and I will cum.”
Petra gave her a look. “How did you–” She sighed. “Nevermind. Stop following me, Wanda, you’re scaring off all the bad guys. I can’t exactly catch them with the element of surprise when you’re around.”
“Did you just actually say “Bad guys”? Oh-em-gee, that is so precious.” Wanda cooed before rolling back up onto her feet.
The two of them never really stood next to each other before, as Petra never gave them the chance to meet officially. This is probably the most words they’ve exchanged together since the month Wanda had come to New York. So, Petra is a little bit shocked to see the height difference. Petra isn’t exactly short at 5’7, but she may as well be tiny compared to Deadpool. Wanda has to be around 6 feet.
Petra took a step back so she didn’t have to strain her neck to maintain eye contact. “I–”
“Did you just check me out?” Wanda interrupted, then laughed. “You totally did. Like what you see?” She purred with a wink, running her hands over her curves sensually before groping her own boobs, leather squeaking beneath her fingers.
Petra’s eye twitched. “...Stay out of trouble, Deadpool.”
When she turned and began to walk away, Wanda suddenly appeared in front of her. Petra flinched and took a few steps backwards, eyes wide. Wanda moved her hand away from her watch, the middle of it glowing momentarily before fading back to black. “Well, about that, I–” Wanda began to speak.
“Sh.” Petra held up a finger before approaching, grabbing her hand to get a better look at the watch. “Is this a teleportation device? Who made it?”
Wanda froze, then blurted out: “I did, of course.”
Petra looks up, a little surprised. “Really? That’s…actually really cool. How does it work?”
“Uh, I wouldn’t want to bore you with a bunch of science mumbo-jumbo.” She chuckled, waving a hand through the air.
“Actually, I wouldn’t mind at all.” Petra stood back, hands on her hips. “I’m really into engineering; I didn’t think teleportation was exactly possible for those without the power to do so. How’d you make it? Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d absolutely love to take a look at the schematics.”
“Uhhh,” Wanda drawled before looking down at her wrist–the other one–which held no watch. “Oh, would you look at that! The Golden Girls rerun starts soon, I’ll see you later Spidey!”
Then, Petra was left alone on the roof. Petra blinked, wondering what just happened. Deadpool never just leaves her alone like that… Perhaps she just didn’t want to say no to her. Petra grimaced, realizing that it may have been a bit rude to ask to see the blueprints to such a spectacular device. If she had to guess, it probably wasn’t patented yet. She sighed and ran her hands over her head and down her neck.
…Maybe she’ll apologize the next time she sees Deadpool.
-
Petra sat at her desk in her office, looking over this morning's emails before getting to it. A strand of hair fell into her face, and she blew it out of the way. Her hair was always a mess, especially after she cut it shorter into more of a bob… if you were being generous with the word “bob”. Petra thought it’d be more manageable like this, especially for her suit. Though, it only became more unruly than before. She sits up and opens a drawer, searching for a loose hair tie somewhere.
However, the sound of a voice suddenly caught her attention.
Outside her office, there was suddenly a lot of yelling. Petra slowly sat up and adjusted her web shooters before making her way to her door, opening it a crack. Once she peeked out and got a good look, her eyes grew wide.
Deadpool was in the labs. It is beyond Petra how Wanda managed to get past Stark security. She was pacing around the office, gun held to the sky. “Alright, nerds! I need your top nerd! The Engineering and Biosomething one.”
Petra blanched. No way she was here for her, right?
When everyone stayed silent, Wanda aimed her gun lazily at a random employee, head lulling in his direction. “You–tell me where your boss is or else you’re going to end up with some new, less enticing holes.”
The man she pointed at was unfortunately an employee that didn’t have the highest opinion of Petra. So, he sold her out instantly. He pointed right at Petra’s office, and Wanda’s eyes followed. It was then the two of them locked eyes.
Petra shut the door and locked it quickly, wondering if it would be too suspicious if she suddenly disappeared through the ceiling panels. However, she didn’t get long to think before she heard a catchy knock at the door before it was suddenly kicked down from its hinges.
Petra stumbled back into her desk, hands gripping the edges of it. She looked at the suddenly intimidating form of Deadpool at the doorway, eyes growing wide. Oh, crap.
Why was Deadpool after her???
Wanda gasped, dropping the intimidating demeanor instantly, gun dangling loosely in her grip. “Shut up, you’re so hot, it's actually unfair. I finally see where all of my good looks went, you little thief."
Petra cracked an unsure smile, eyebrows pinching together. She began to feel her blood boil the more this situation sunk in for her. “And I’m sure you’ve got a great personality…disorder.”
Wanda gasped, jaw dropping. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun working together, I can already see it.” She holstered her gun and skipped forward, kicking a chair out of the way. Petra leaned back as Wanda stepped into her space, her leathered thigh pressing right in between Petra’s legs. Petra looks down with wide eyes, her ears growing warm.
Oh, no. Nope. Petra stomped down those thoughts right away. She will not allow herself to be attracted to Wanda–no way.
Wanda grabbed the name tag off of Petra’s lanyard, pulling it taunt against Petra’s neck to read it. “Dr. Petra Parker. Ohhh, we’re alliteration besties, too!”
Petra snatched the name tag back, shooting her a disapproving glare. “Hey, attention down here, dude.” She tucked it into her shirt, away from Wanda’s reach. Wanda followed her hand, openly staring down her shirt now. Petra slapped her hand over Wanda’s eyes in response. “Not that low!”
Wanda just chuckled like a pervert before grabbing Petra’s arm and flipping her around, pressing her down against the desk with her arm pinned behind her back. Petra grunted, glancing over her shoulder at Lady Deadpool. Wanda leaned over Petra, her eyes smiling. Her body pressed close against hers, hips snug against the smaller woman’s ass.
“Oh, yeah. We’re going to have a lot of fun, I can tell. Not the kind you’re thinking of, though, you little perv.” She winked.
They both froze when the sound of something mechanical from behind them. Both Wanda and Petra looked back, spotting Mr. Stark transforming into Ironman. Petra lets out a sigh of relief, going lax under Wanda. Thank god.
“Are we going to do this the easy way, or do you want to go out of the window?” Tony said from the doorway.
“Oh, the window sounds fun, actually.” Wanda chimed.
Before Petra could think more on Wanda’s comment, she was suddenly picked up. Wanda spun them and put her into a headlock before pressing the barrel of a gun to her head. Petra froze, shock coursing through her. Not really because of the gun, but because of the complete and utter lack of her spidey senses–they were dead silent. What the hell?
“Wanda.” Tony warned, going tense. “Put down the gun and unhand my employee. We can talk out whatever it is you’ve come here for like adults.”
“God forbid women do anything.” Wanda scoffs, backing around the desk and further into the office. Then Deadpool punched a hole in the glass of the window from behind, shattering the entire thing. Petra’s eyes grew wide, realizing what’s about to happen.
“Girl’s trip!” Wanda whooped before spinning Petra around on her heels, hugging her tightly to her chest. That was the only warning given before Wanda jumped out of the window. Petra gasped sharply and hugged onto her, arms wrapping around her neck and legs around her waist. Her hands automatically stuck onto the other woman's suit, keeping a tight grip.
Wanda flipped in the air, now facing the ground. From over her shoulder, Petra could see Tony flying after them, just meters away. Before he was able to catch up, though, Petra felt Wanda fidgeting with something from around her back. Then they were suddenly thrown into a vortex. Petra held on for dear life, feeling like she was both slipping and being squished against her kidnapper all at once.
What the hell is going on!? Can’t she have one normal day!?
Seconds later, the two of them fell onto something soft, bouncing for a moment before everything stopped spinning. Once Petra realized they were finally out, she slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. Then she immediately shot up, hands pushing against Wanda’s shoulders to lean back. She was sitting in Deadpool's lap.
Petra slowly looked down, face getting redder and redder. She snapped her gaze back up at Wanda, face hot with anger. She backhanded her with a little too much force, sending the mercenary tumbling off of the bed and onto the floor. Petra quickly sat up, looking around at the room she was held in. It looked like she was in an apartment, one filled with a whole lot of contraband and takeout boxes.
Before Deadpool could get back up again, Petra rolled off of the bed and ran for the nearest door she could find. She grabbed the handle and threw it open, freezing once she saw what was on the other side. It was a small closet with a stalker-level Spiderwoman shrine inside.
Petra was so shocked by what she was seeing that she didn’t even register Wanda coming up behind her until two large hands grabbed her by the waist and yanked her back.
Petra was thrown back down onto the bed, Wanda looming over her from the edge. “Well, now that we’re finally alone…”
“What do you want?” Petra snapped, glaring. “It is way too early in the morning for this.”
When Wanda began taking off her watch, Petra fantasized about kicking her through the wall until she realized what she was unequipping. Wanda held out the teleportation device towards Petra.
“I need you, Dr.Smarty-pants, to tell me exactly how this works. Bonus points for smart words being thrown in there.”
Petra blinked, then frowned. “Excuse me?”
Wanda jangled the watch in between them. “Teleportation watch. Tell me how it works and you can go a thousand dollars richer.”
“...It’s your watch, why do you need me to explain it to you?” Petra raised an eyebrow.
Then, slowly, Petra’s brain caught up with her. Her eye twitched. Wanda didn’t make that at all! Petra wanted to drag her hands over her face. Ugh, she regrets ever showing interest in that watch!
“Why?” She sighed.
“Well, since you’ve already seen my secret...” Wanda gestured towards the creepy shrine closet, “I need to impress my crush by telling Spider-babe how this teleportation belt works.”
Ignoring like 80% of what she just said, Petra frowned. “...And you’ll give me a thousand dollars if I do?”
“Yeah, cash works, right?” Wanda walks over to a duffle bag on the ground, fishing out a small billfold of ten 100 dollar bills. She tosses it right into Petra’s lap before joining her on the bed with a pen and notebook in hand, a pair of glasses suddenly over her mask. She sat in the “Paint me like one of your french girls” pose, an ankle hanging off the bed.
Petra thought it over, watching her with a calculating gaze. Yeah, she’s totally getting payback. Besides, Petra doesn’t even quite know how it works…yet. She slowly tucked the billfold into her pocket before taking the watch into her hands.
“Atta girl!” Wanda praised, twirling the pen in her hand. “Now, gimme them deets.”
“...Your watch allows you to travel at the speed of…” Petra paused, “...dark.”
“...The dark?” Wanda blinked, pausing.
“Yep.” Petra nodded. “The dark. Even faster than light. Light has to catch up to it. It also takes you into a pocket dimension and moves you backwards through time.”
“Backwards???” Wanda squinted.
Petra nodded again. “Yeah. It’s actually pretty simple.”
“And that’s it?”
“That’s it.”
The two fell silent before Wanda tossed the notebook to the bed, sitting up. Petra glanced over, noting that she was just doodling. Her face became red when she saw that Wanda had drawn Spidergirl and Deadpool doing…things to each other. “Well, great! Short and sweet, just how I like ‘em.” She winked at Petra.
Before Petra could detest, Wanda secured the watch to her wrist and teleported them again. They ended right back into Petra’s office. She ruffled her hair before throwing the peace sign. “Thanks a bunch, babe!”
Then, she was gone.
-
Petra sighs deeply, everything in pain.
Tonight was…kind of a shit show. Long story short: her suit got all torn up and she’s on the roof trying to gather the strength before going back home.
“Spidey!” Deadpool sing-songed, dropping down behind her suddenly.
Normally, Petra is only “jumpy” when she wants to be. Such as jumping out of the way of a bullet, or the not-so-occasional car being thrown. So, she’s a little bit shocked when Deadpool manages to get the jump on her. Petra nearly falls off of the ledge she was sitting on, just barely catching herself by sticking herself to the side of the building. A few seconds later, Deadpool’s head pokes out from above with two hands over her mouth. Once she sees Petra, though, she lets out a full body sigh.
“Thank fuck, I would have killed myself repeatedly if I killed New Yorks sweetheart.”
When Deadpool leaned down with her hand extended, Petra stared for a moment before hesitantly taking it. And apparently because Wanda is made of pure muscle, Petra gets pulled up in one swift motion. Wanda takes advantage of the exchange to pull Petra into a tight hug, letting Spidergirls feet hover off of the roof a few inches.
Petra blinks, staring directly into Wanda’s eyes for a few seconds. “...You can put me down now.”
“Hmmm!” Wanda ponders, making a show out of “considering”. Finally, she shakes her head. “I don’t think I will. I think I caught you fair and square.”
“Deadpool.” Petra deadpans, eyebrows raising. “I can and will throw your katanas as hard as I can if you don’t put me down in the next three seconds.”
Wanda drops Petra instantly, mock-gasping. “To dear old Bea and Arthur!? How could you? After I helped you up and everything!”
Petra rolled her eyes, head going with it, which earned another gasp.
“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, young lady!” Wanda put one hand on her hip while she waved her finger with the other.
Petra waved a hand at her and turned around, heading towards the edge of the roof. “Whatever, mom.”
The sound of Wanda’s heavy boots followed. “Can you add a certain suffix to the end of that?”
“Moms? Momless? Moment?” Petra stopped at the edge, looking around. From as far as she could sense, there wasn’t anything bad going on in the area. Perhaps she should sweep through upper Brooklin.
“That last one was a stretch, it didn’t even start with the same sound.” Wanda said from behind, suddenly way too close. Petra looked over her shoulder, but when all she saw was shoulder she had to look up to meet Wanda’s eyes. She really can’t get over just how tall she is.
“Well, those are the only ones I could think…of…” Petra paused when Wanda began to lean over her shoulder, looking directly down. Petra soon realized that there was a big hole that was torn just over her boobs. Petra put a hand over her chest, ears going warm.
“Are you even wearing a bra?” Wanda chimed, tilting her head to try to look past her hand. “I don’t either, you can’t keep the girls contained, but I am in a big red leather gimp suit and you are in air-thin spandex, baby girl. Don’t take this as a complaint from me, though.”
In reality, Petra actually just tapes over them… She doesn’t like the lines in her suit.
“I am wearing one…” Petra scoffs, lying.
“Is it red like your thong, then?” Wanda’s eyes turn to crescents.
Petra goes pale, hand traveling down to confirm her fears. When she feels a hole torn right over a sensitive area, Petra’s face lights on fire. She can’t swing home like this!
“Why didn’t you tell me!?” Petra wants to shove her away, but Wanda is the only thing protecting her dignity right now.
“I did, just now.” Wanda chimes. “Let me say–the lace is hot as hell.”
“Stop–Stop talking.” Petra says through her teeth, shoulders nearly up to her ears. “I need to think…”
“About?” Wanda’s hands rest down on Petra’s hips, pulling her a little closer. Petra glares out into the open air, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“About how I’m going to get home without flashing all of New York.”
“Oh, well, I can help.” Wanda smooths her hands up to rest at Petra’s sides, sending shivers through her entire body. “If you say the magic word.”
“...How exactly can you possibly help?” Petra sighs.
“Well, you see, a certain genius has the ability to teleport. I can ‘port us by mine and let you borrow some clothes?”
Oh, right. The watch. Petra is quiet for a few moments before relenting. She sighs and crosses her arms over her chest. “...Fine. Just this once, though.”
When a few moments pass in silence, Petra looks up, raising an eyebrow. “...Well?”
Deadpool smiles, head tilting to the side. “I think you’re forgetting a little something.”
Petra blinks before remembering. She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Please.”
Wanda wraps her arms snuggly around her waist before hitting the watch. After a nauseating journey, they end back up in Wanda’s bedroom. Petra pushes Wanda off of her with a huff. “Where’s your…” Petra trails off, eyes locking onto the unassuming shrine closet. She purses her lips to hide her smile before going over to it casually, hand outstretched to grab the knob.
She’s never seen Deadpool run so fast. Wanda ends up right in front of the door, leaning against it with her full weight. “Closet? Over there.” She points to the side.
Oh, so Wanda does have shame? Fascinating. Petra looks over, spotting another door. She crosses her arms, cocks her hips, and looks back over at Wanda. “Okay, but what’s in the closet behind you, then?”
“...Nonya.” Deadpool chuckles. “I can see your boobies bee-tee-dubs.”
Petra looks down, finally getting a better look at her suit. She may as well be wearing no clothes at all. How the hell did she not notice? Petra just sighs and does her walk of shame over to the second closet. Whatever, she’ll expose Wanda and her stalker closet later when she isn’t half naked in the sex-pest’s bedroom. She opens it, pausing when she sees its chaotic contents. There’s hot pink glitter on almost everything. Petra looks over her shoulder towards Wanda, not missing the way the merc quickly looks up to meet Petra’s eyes.
“What can I borrow?” She turns to the side, gesturing towards the closet.
“Anything you so desire, my lady.” Wanda bows.
Petra looks back, letting out a sigh. She first grabs a black sweatshirt and spots a pair of basketball shorts on the ground that don’t appear to have as much glitter on them as the hoodie. She goes to bend down, but rethinks it when she feels eyes on her ass again. First, she pulls the hoodie over her head, which earns a petulant groan from behind. Luckily for her, it’s so big that it reaches down to her thighs. Petra then collects the shorts off of the ground and steps into them, tying the draw strings as tight as they’d allow.
“Sooo, what do you think?” Wanda says suddenly.
Petra faces her, looking down at her borrowed attire. “...I don’t know? Comfy? Too much glitter?”
“No such thing. And, no, I mean the badass teleportation watch I made.” Wanda gestures towards her wrist. “Works amazingly, right?”
“...Right.” Petra says slowly, remembering their conversation not too long ago. She hides her smile, putting a hand on her hip. This outta be good. “And how does it work? You left before giving me an answer last time.”
“Well, simply speaking, it sends you backwards in time using the speed at which darkness travels.” Wanda spoke confidently, eyes shut.
Petra stared for a moment, trying to hide the amusement in her tone. “That’s…not how that works, Wanda. Darkness doesn’t travel. You didn’t make it, did you?”
“Uh–” Wanda started, eyes going wide. “But–”
If Petra stays any longer, she’s definitely going to let a laugh slip.
“Well, it’s getting late, ‘pool.” Petra smirked from under her mask. She backed up towards the window, throwing out a two-fingered salute. “I’ll see you later. Thanks for getting me more dressed.”
Wanda was stammering from behind her, sounding like her brain was genuinely malfunctioning. Once Petra was out of ear shot, she laughed for a considerable amount of travel home.
-
It was almost a good morning.
When Petra woke up, she didn’t expect the first thing she saw being down the barrel of a gun. Petra froze, eyes wide. Slowly, she looked up. When she saw who it was, she had to suppress a sigh. Deadpool.
…Wait. Petra’s stomach dropped when she realized that she hadn’t really changed out of her borrowed clothes from last night. She put the suit away, yeah, but…god, why did Wanda’s hoodie have to smell so good??
“Morning, sunshine!” Wanda sing-songed, shifting the uzi to the side a bit. “Your cute little butt is in big, big trouble, missy.”
Petra smiled nervously, hugging her comforter tighter to herself. She was wearing two incredibly incriminating things under the blanket right now. Wanda’s hoodie, and her “cute little lace thong” that Wanda certainly committed to memory.
“H-Huh?” Her voice wavered. “Why…?”
Wanda crouched down to eye level, placing the gun right against her temple. “You made me look like a fool in front of my baby girl. That gets peoples fucked up.”
She is not her “baby girl!”
“...Well, maybe you shouldn’t have kidnapped me and lied to her.” Petra frowned, managing to shoot a glare at her.
Wanda went silent before standing, a rather threatening aura to her. “Alright, that’s it. We’re going to go find Spidey and you’re going to back me up on the bullshit you fed me.”
She grabbed Petra’s arm and yanked her out, the comforter getting left behind. Petra began to struggle, but Wanda grabbed Petra’s wrists in one hand and lifted her up like a prized fish. Before she could drag her towards the door, though, she froze when she saw a familiar glitter-speckled hoodie. Then, slowly, she looked down. The hoodie was hiked up, revealing pretty much everything.
Suddenly, Petra was dropped, spun around, and bent over the bed. Petra stared at the sheets, mortified.
“Spidey!?” Wanda gasped, hands spreading Petra’s cheeks apart.
She did not have to do that!
Petra rolled over quickly and planted her foot against Wanda’s face, pushing her away. “What the h-no!” She shook her head. “No, not at all!”
“Oh, don’t even deny it.” Wanda grabbed Petra’s ankle and pulled it aside. “I’d recognize that glitter and those panties anywhere!”
Petra yanked her foot back, pushing her hoodie down over her crotch. “G…Get out!” She pointed at the door, teeth grit.
“This is so unfair.” Wanda whined, dropping to her knees and dramatically letting her uzi fall out of her hand before collapsing with her face in between Petra’s legs. “Why does Spiderwoman have to be such a fucking knockout and I have to look like Freddie Krugers nutsack?”
Petra sat up, pushing at Wanda’s head. “Don’t lay there!” She hissed.
Wanda looks up at Petra, sitting up a bit to clasp her hands together. “Baby girl, please let me hit that! I’m called the merc with a mouth for many, many good reasons! You gotta be at least a little pent up?”
Petra pauses, ready to tell her fuck no, but that earlier attraction she felt for Wanda sneaks back into her mind. She frowns, eyebrows scrunched together, as she watches Wanda apprehensively. Her eyes wander over the merc, ogling powerful muscle and a strong frame. The faint scent of gunpowder coming off of her did something strange to Petra, her gut feeling oddly warm. Her fingers curled against the sheets.
…She can’t believe she’s actually considering this. It will draw forth a whole world of trouble from Wanda, but…
“...30 minutes.” Petra speaks softly, glancing away. “That’s all I’ll give you.”
Wanda stares up at the smaller woman with wide eyes, jaw dropped behind her mask. When the silence prolongs, Petra glances back down at Deadpool, eyes narrowing. She grabbed her phone and put in the time, hitting start.
“29 minutes.”
“Shit, fuck!” Wanda curses. “I didn’t think you’d actually say yes!”
Petra opens her mouth to speak, but she quickly shuts up as Wanda moves.
Wanda sits up and grabs Petra by the hips, yanking her down towards the edge of the bed, eliciting a surprised shriek from Petra. “Cute…” Wanda muttered before she lifted her mask up, and then shoved the hoodie up over Petra’s stomach. Petra’s legs fell over the merc’s shoulders, soft skin gliding against warm leather. Petra watched avidly as Wanda swiped her tongue over her teeth, looking at Petra like she was a starved woman. “God, you’re just so fucking cute.” She groaned.
The lip of Petra's thong was pulled aside by a gloved thumb before a very eager mouth did something useful for once.
Wanda stuffed her face in between the hero’s legs, tongue laving over the folds of her cunt before dragging sinfully over Petra’s clit. Petra let out a shuddering gasp, one hand gripping the sheets while the other threaded through her hair. Wanda groaned at the sight, certainly taking a mental snapshot.
She held Petra’s legs in place and began to devour her mercilessly, eating Petra out like it was her one and only purpose. Her tongue rolled against her clit before she put her lips around it and sucked wetly. Petra slapped a hand over her mouth and laid back on the bed fully, a cry coming from her lips. Wanda’s gloved hand ran up her stomach and pushed the hoodie up, up, up until it made its way over her full breasts, nipples hard in the cold morning air. At the sight, Wanda moaned with her tongue stuffed deep inside Petra.
Wanda kissed her clit once, then twice sensually, before working her way up Petra’s body, kissing and sucking hickies into her soft skin before she reached her target. Wanda licked over Petra’s nipple before gently biting down on it while two leather-clad fingers slid down past the folds of her cunt, thrusting into her tight, wet heat.
“Mm!” Petra squeaked, biting down on her lip.
“Fuck, babygirl, you’re so hot it’s unfair.” She spoke against her breast, adding a third finger. She slid them out and over her clit, rubbing circles into it before clapping her hand down against her cunt again. “I’m gonna find a way to grow a functioning cock so I can baby trap you…and god I need to creampie you so fucking bad.”
“Sh-Shit!” Petra moaned.
Wanda laved her tongue over her nipple once more before popping off. After some man handling, Wanda swapped their places, putting Petra on top of her. Petra looked down, thighs shifting on each side of the merc’s head. She planted her hands on the wall above the headboard, steadying herself before lowering down.
As Petra took a seat, Wanda grabbed her hips and held her steady. Petra gasped from above, thighs trembling on either side of Wanda’s head. She bit her lip before moaning, unable to last any sooner and orgasming right against Wanda’s mouth. Wanda didn’t let go and kept going, brutally forcing Petra into her next orgasm, moaning right along with her like she was also cumming.
…The way Wanda’s hips jolted just then might suggest that she really did just cum.
Just when Petra thought she was going to get a break, they were flipped back over. Petra landed on her back, two eager hands grabbing her by the hips and yanking her down.
Petra’s eyes widened when she saw Wanda pull out a strap and harness from seemingly nowhere, already setting it up. Now hold on!
“Wh-” She began, feeling a little dizzy at the sight. It was huge! “Where on earth do you think you’re putting that?”
“...Hopefully into that cute little kitty of yours, but nowhere if that's what you prefer.”
Petra thought on it, face surely on fire by now. After a moment, she gave a nod, dragging a hand over her face. “G…Go ahead.” She was really letting Wanda get away with too much…honestly, she was completely enabling her behavior, but Petra can’t help herself.
Then a stiff pressure pressed against her cunt. Petra looked down just in time to see Wanda push the head of the dildo into her. She gasped, head falling back against the sheets as Wanda fed about half of it into her, eyes locked onto Petra’s expression.
Petra’s wrists were grabbed and pushed high above her head, two strong hands pressing them down. Petra could only watch in pleasured anguish as Wanda fed the strap into her slowly until their hips met, thrusting forwards the last inch with a wet plap! Wanda clicked her tongue, eating up every expression Petra made.
“I am going to ruin sex for you.” She spoke very seriously.
Before Petra could retort, her hips began to creep backwards. The dildo slid out of her slowly, coming back slick and glossy from her pussy. Then Wanda snapped her hips forward, hard enough to punch an embarrassing noise from Petra.
“W-Wanda–!” She choked when Wanda did it again, the sound of silicone clapping down against her cunt making her face go red. Wanda’s hands finally let her wrists go, but only to hold her by the hips while she fucked into her.
The dildo slid deep inside of her, making Petra clench and flutter against it every time it pushed against a sensitive spot inside of her. Wanda must have been watching her face, because it wasn’t long until that spot was being relentlessly abused again and again.
“Please, please, please!” Petra squeaked out, feeling close again.
When Petra tried to finish herself off with a hand, Wanda pressed her hands down again. She shook her head, smiling wolfishly. “Nuh-uh, baby girl. You’re going to cum just like this.”
Petra felt tears in her eyes. She bit her lip, glaring up at Wanda. “I-I cant.” Her voice shook.
“Yes, you can.” Wanda leaned down, lips brushing against Petra’s. “You’ve got one more in you, yeah?”
The hero nodded hesitantly, feeling Wanda smirk against her lips.
Petra’s mouth opened softly, allowing the other woman to lick into her mouth. Soon, Petra’s moans were muffled by Wanda’s mouth, who was desperate to bite and lick whatever she could like a starving woman. One of her hands fondled and groped her breast, and the other did the same to her ass, shamelessly feeling her up. Wherever Wanda could reach, her hands groped possessively, exploring places that made Petra burn with embarrassment.
It wasn’t long before Petra began to feel a pressure rise up inside of her gut again, her back lifting off of the bed and voice growing louder. This orgasm was far less kind than the others. It snuck up on her like a creeping wave, sharp pleasure and pain shocking through her whole body. As she came, Wanda began to sing praise, cooing and fawning over the twitching mess under her. Despite this, Wanda didn’t let up for a moment, planting both of her elbows beside Petra’s head, caging her in as she began to piston her hips into Petra’s cunt savagely. She wanted to make sure that Petra saw stars, feeding her the full strap with each deep, wet thrust.
When it became too much, Petra squirmed and whined under the merc, starting to lose her head. “W-Wanda!” She cried, a few tears sliding down her cheeks. She wondered when Wanda would take mercy on her, or if she would be saved by the bell sometime soon.
When Wanda’s hand returned to Petra’s clit, rubbing the swollen bud in circles, Petra lost all sense. She felt like she was losing her mind, gasps and moans behind pulled from her as Wanda violated her body in every perverted way she could imagine. Or, in reality, had been imagining for some time now.
Distantly, Petra could have sworn she heard her phone alarm go off, but it abruptly cut off.
Petra had enough mind to look over at her phone, a shaky hand reaching out to check the timer, but Wanda casually knocked the phone out of reach.
“Oops.” She spoke with a smile in her voice, not sounding apologetic at all.
In that moment, Petra was certain that she wasn’t going to see an ounce of daylight today. It was her own fault that she let Wanda have a taste, thinking she would be satisfied with only that.
Wanda wasn’t going to leave until she ate Petra whole.