horny thought for yail au …
duckling has been a bit whiny all day, but (surprisingly) hasn’t been a brat or acted out. just hovering around Natasha and Wanda, and when they ask if she wants or needs anything, she just sweetly/shyly cuddles into their hold and presses herself against their chest.
they know something must be up, but since ducky hasn’t done anything ‘punishable’ or been mouthy, they don’t push. the wives merely encourage her to use her words, checking in throughout the day when she keeps squirmy and grunty before seeking them out.
it’s not until a bit later that Wanda hones in on this behavior, watching as duckling subtly shifts her hips or presses and crosses her legs a bit tighter when snuggling into her on the couch. eventually, W throws her a small bone, “sweetheart, are you feeling sticky?” “do you need Mommy to help?”
cut to the subsequent scene of Wanda having duckling ride the strap she made her pick out, though she only touches or fucks her if ducky says it aloud.
“stop whining, baby. use your words or i’ll stop.”
“M-Mommy, ple-ease touch my tits!”
of course there’s edging and Wanda stops whenever duckling doesn’t answer or voice what she wants. it gets to a point where W is finally steadily fucking into duckling, the thumb of one hand playing with her clit every so often. in a haze, ducky grabs Wanda’s other hand, bringing it to her asshole in a silent plea. Wanda is a bit taken aback, but remains composed nonetheless.
“oh, does someone want me to touch them there? hm i didn’t hear anything…” she tuts. “good girls ask their Mommies for what they want.”
it’s not timely by any means, and they almost think it’s a shame that ducky can’t do it, though she does and when Wanda gives her what she’s asked for, the little thing has never cum so hard. by the time of ducky’s first orgasm, Natasha’s on her third with her hand shoved between her legs watching the scene unfold.
“see why you should use your words, honey?”
ducky is absolutely spent after that first orgasm, but she's feeling particularly petulant and pouty as she glances up at wanda with big round eyes that are brimming with tears. moonlight glimmers off of her skin, a layer of sweat separating wandas touch from the warmth of her body, but even with the state of exhaustion she's facing, she's not willing to let her body rest just yet. she makes it a point to mention that natasha got to cum three times, that she wants to cum three times. wanda shrugs her off, tells her to go to sleep, but then an incessant little hand snakes down beneath the blankets, and that's all that wanda needs to see to know that with or without help, ducky is cumming again.
"you were being such a good girl for mommy, don't ruin it now." wanda hums beneath her breath, her green eyes sharp and piercing as they stare back at ducky. she wins, of course she wins, and the second ducky huffs her compliance and pulls her fingers away from her cunt, wanda's on her knees, pulling ducky's legs open and slotting herself between them. "such a greedy girl. can't even take what mommy gives you without finding something to complain about. you want to cum again, moya lobuv? okay. you can cum again." and that's the end of the conversation. wanda's voice in the quiet of their shared bedroom turns into sounds of filth and pleasure. she's slurping and sucking, and her lips create the tightest seal of suction around ducky's clit until she pulls away and smirks at the audible pop that has her girl whining and squirming and absolutely dripping.
by ducky's third orgasm, she's trembling and crying, trying so hard to push wanda away from her core, to find a single moment to at least catch her breath, but wandas not willing to break away. she just mumbles from against ducks cunt, "you wanted to cum. get those pretty hands over your head before i put them there for you. and trust me, baby, i'm desperate to tie you up right now. you'd look so pretty completely at my mercy, but that's not that game were playing tonight, so be a good girl and listen to mommy before she has to be mean."