I need you to want me.
I need you drawn to me from across the room. I need you to see me and not be able to keep yourself from me. And when you get to me I need you all over me. I need your mouth on my neck and your hands under my clothes. I need you grabbing and pulling and feeling and taking and wanting.
synopsis: a routine to follow; to secretly navigate the delicate balance of your double lives, you and wanda risk it all for just a clandestine affair teetering on the edge of discovery.
wanda maximoff x reader
word count: 2.1k words
warnings: infidelity, angst
a/n: it's only time, and fair, to write for wanda too :)
it all falls into routine pretty quickly; the late-night creaks of her front door, your feet tapping against the solid hardwood of her living room, her arms wrapping themselves around your body, lips finding your own.Â
to build a unique relationship that defied categorisation, and to then allow the relationship to morph until it just about justified itself â you werenât sure who started it first. perhaps it could have been wandaâs lingering glances, could have been your own sharp tongue. either way, you were seeing a colleague that shouldnât have been your solace, and she hadnât stopped it either.
it had been a long day at the office. or two days, you werenât too sure. with a new product launch in the next week, everyone had been working overtime, you didnât remember the last time you had seen your own wife, and you certainly didnât remember her reminder to pick up the dry cleaning if you were on your way home. maybe she had even said it last week instead of this one.Â
but you did remember the familiar steps to wandaâs house, the ding of her doorbell, the smell of vanilla and wood behind the door. it was already all beckoning to you, the comfort of a place that wasnât even your own.Â
as usual, she opened the door, already dressed in her satin nightgown, hair half-dry from her shower. and you collapsed right into her. wanda stumbled holding you up for a moment, but hearing your satisfied sighs and whimpers from her fingers threading themselves into your hair, followed with your arms melding your two bodies together, she too, couldnât control the relief she exhaled.Â
âyouâre late.â
âi know, tom held me back today.â
wanda clicked her tongue. âi saw you asleep in your office last night. wanted to bring you home, but your assistant was working late too.â
she felt you nuzzle your face into her neck, breathing in the lavender and honey from her bath. âmmh. i did.â
âdonât overwork yourself.â her words, and replies, had always been curt. straight to the point, but never malicious. she cared about you, but she couldnât show so much that she would give you the wrong idea. she knew what this was, after all. a relationship of convenience; a companionship made from two lonely, desperate people.Â
she brings you to bed after allowing you to use her shower, your eyes drooping as you lay yourself over her, while she switches on the sitcoms on her television. fingers glide over the splay of your back, absentmindedly tracing the taut muscles there while you relish in her touch. the weight on her own body wasnât uncomfortable, but more of a reassurance, a reminder, that she was grounded, and so were you, in the present moment. wanda pulls you in even further when the show cuts to a commercial.
there was a notification from your phone, in the bedside table next to wanda. glancing over at it, she feels a certain sting in her chest. sheâs not sure why. it wasnât like it was anything new; she had always known about it, she had full access to your phone anytime she wanted to check on it.Â
still, the i love you that you had gotten from someone other than her, while not unfamiliar, irked her. she didnât know what was up with herself, to only be irritated by something she knew from the start was her reality only now. must be the hormones, it was that time of the month after all. she had already rejected your advances to join you in her shower, and you understood. thankfully.Â
you missed the quick swipe of her fingers across your phone, clicking on the message and deleting it. it wasnât something she wanted you to see tonight. she inspected a few earlier messages, saw that they were causing even more pain to simmer in her chest, and hurriedly shoves it back to where it came from.Â
you whined for her fingers to return to where they were, and thankfully, she came back. you mumbled sleepily, âhow was your day?â
âwe work in the same office, donât we?â wanda replied, amused.Â
âwell, different departments.â
âfine,â she quickly said, but at your woeful gaze, she softened, âit was fine. kate invited me for yoga after work. then i got home, tried out a new recipe from the cookbook he got me, and waited for you.â
your fingers interlaced with hers, looking up at her like she put the stars in the sky. wanda found it difficult to swallow the lump in her throat. âyou made dinner?â
she nodded. âitâs in the microwave, i can heat it up for you if you want.â
âno, no, itâs okay,â you reassured her, pushing her back down when she tried getting up, âiâm too tired to eat it now. and besides, itâs for him. i shouldnâtâŠbe eating his food.â
âyou knowââ
ââi know. but i have my boundaries.â
wanda pinches the skin at the nape of your neck for cutting her off. you wince, and she leans down to kiss it, tongue lapping at it quickly after as a way of saying sorry. âitâs that paprikash you like. the one you keep going on and on about. i made it for you.â
a smile crept to your cheeks. âthe one jane from legal made for me once.â
the pinch came again, and wanda felt almost guilty at the angry red welt it formed in the wake of her anger. âright. you still fucking her, orâŠ?â
wanda didnât find the chuckle from your lips even the slightest bit funny. you propped yourself on your elbows, kissing wandaâs neck slowly. âwandsâŠitâs not like that. come on.â
âshe wants you. i just know it. everybody knows it.â
âshe did invite me out for drinks today,â you quipped, to which wanda sighed irritatedly, but you were quick to recover with, âbut i said no. was too tired.â
âbecause youâre coming home to me.â
âbecause iâm coming home to you,â you affirmed. it was only then that wanda let go of the frown on her face, allowing you to come close enough to kiss her, chest rising and falling beneath yours. you held her face as you let her take control, and she brought you down even further to her, as if never letting you go. it was comfortable, and safe, and leaving you lightheaded and giddy, when it really shouldnât be.Â
you really shouldnât be doing this. but wanda was enjoying this so much, and it would be futile to deny that you werenât. her skin so soft, her hair silky smooth, there was something just so irresistible about the woman underneath you. sheâs got you right in the palm of her hand.
your phone rang this time, and while wanda instinctively shot out her hand to silence it, you were quicker, and took it from her right as her fingers clasped around the device. she groaned in annoyance when you sat up and checked who had been calling you.
âitâs my sister,â you announced, to alleviate some of the jealousy and tension evident in her face.Â
wanda listened as you spoke, forcing you to put her on loudspeaker, while her hands ran up and down your thighs, impatient for you to end the call and carry on with what you had been doing to her. she sighed irritatedly each time her name was said, each time your lips even formed the shape of pronouncing it.
âyeah, of course, i know,â you assured your nagging sister, âflightâs at six-thirty. we canât be late. youâve booked us business class seats. i got it. natasha and i will be there, sis. we wouldnât miss your wedding for the world.âÂ
you felt wandaâs hands lift up your t-shirt, to which you tried pulling her away, but she swatted your hands off first. you reluctantly obliged, as she found your breasts, and began her ministrations on them as you stayed on the phone. she heard her name again, and sat up, lips latching on to your skin, and biting hard. you sucked in a harsh breath, feeling the skin tear before wanda was licking it up again, marking you and then apologising for it.Â
âi know,â you continued, wanda kissing up your neck now, purposely as loud as she could. she wanted you to get caught, âlook, itâs supposed to be nerve-wrecking. itâs your wedding, for heavenâs sake. i remember when i was getting married to natasha, i couldnât sleep for weeks! i was just so excited, andâfuck!â
âwhat was that?â came the voice from the other end. wanda smiled. success.
ân-nothing,â you regained your composure, glaring daggers at her this time, âlook, i have to go, but weâll be there. first thing tomorrow. no, natashaâs not with me right now, iâm sleeping in my office because i have to tie up the loose ends at work before we spend the next two weeks with you for your wedding. iâll see you soon, alright?â
two weeks. two weeks is far too long. wanda doesnât want to wait two weeks to see you again. it was her turn to have her glare turn murderous when you ended the call, snatching your phone away from you and shoving it under the drawer. you sighed, indulging her. âsix-thirty?â
âi have to go by four, alright? i have to pick up natasha,â a bite to your shoulder, âand get a ride to the airport,â another angry teeth mark.Â
it was nearly midnight already. wanda couldnât believe you failed to tell her you barely had four hours together. âfuck you.â
âwandsâŠâ
âseriously, fuck you,â she emphasised, tears already beginning to form at the ends of her eyes. the bitter, choking feeling in her throat too raw to voice out her anger and jealousy.Â
âcome on, donât be like this,â you begged, holding her thrashing hands as she tried to buck you off the bed. she refused to let you see her cry angry tears, but you had done so anyway. you held her hands against your chest, kissing them all over until she gave up fighting altogether, until she could only shut her eyes, and face away from you in shame. âyouâre always like this.â
âisâitâsoâwrongââ she was hiccuping, voice broken, ââto want you around? to have you with me?â
she knows it is. you know it is as well. but neither of you tell the truth around it. you both were too attached to each other to face the reality. âiâll be back soon, alright? just two weeks. then youâll have me, for as long as you want. as long as heâs not around.â
wanda let out a cry, heartbreaking and raw; and you bite your own lip in guilt. you hated to see her like this. she never had a problem letting her guard down with you, and you didnât want her to think it would be a mistake doing so. she cried then, frustrated and angry, âi want to break up! i hate you, i never want to see you again!â
âcome on wandsâŠâ
âi hate yââ your lips were on hers then, soothing her, placating her, like one would an insolent child. you had released her hands, and they had clawed at your arms, scratching down red, angry lines down your skin. she was doing to you what she couldnât say out loud. how betrayed she felt, how wrong it was that you were taking her to your sisterâs wedding, and not wanda. never wanda.
âjust two weeks. i promise. iâll text you everyday.â
âi want to break up.â
sighing, you challenged her. â...do you really?âÂ
but then wandaâs lips trembled, her eyes fully glossy now. there were tears streaming down her face, and her nose was turning red. her nails dug into your skin, feeling almost like claws. and after a minute, she shook her head, slowly, sadly.Â
you knew it. she could never end it; and neither could you. you always come back. or she does. neither of you want to acknowledge the dirty situation you were in, the games you were playing with each other, and your spouses. how attached wanda was to you, how soft you were for her. it had gained traction, spiralled, and crashed and burned long ago. there was no going back now.
she would threaten ending things with you, you asking her if she really would, and her pulling back just seconds later. the two of you would make up after, never acknowledging how much you actually meant to each other, never saying a word about the otherâs feelings. then you would go back home to your wife, and she would wait for her husband to return, and pretend like you were never anything more than colleagues. not even friends, barely acquaintances.
âsheâs just someone from work,â you both would say to your spouses, a lie cooked up and chewed and spat out like a routine. and it works, everytime.
I want mean mommy Wanda to fuck me stupid. Make my brain turn into a fuzzy, incoherent mess. I want her to push me into the mattress, head buried in a pillow with her hand steady on the back of my neck, drooling as my eyes roll back. I want her strap thrusting harshly in and out of my swollen, aching pussy as I leak around the hard toy, moans muffled as I cry out in pleasure.
Wanna try and beg but all that comes out are whimpers, her degrading words wrapping around my brain and forcing me into that vanilla-scented headspace that I've grown to crave. Want her hands bruising my hips and waist as she readjusts her hold to fuck me deeper, her lips leaving dark hickeys on my neck as she grunts in my ear. Want my arousal to soak her thighs and drip into the sheets as she tells me I'm a pathetic little puppy for cumming while she's treating me like a fucktoy.
God I want her to grab my wrists and pin them to my lower back, the angle forcing her strap deeper into me as I moan weakly at the overstimulation. Wanda laughing as she fucks me harder, telling me that she needs to fuck the brat out of me as I feel another orgasm build.
Mommy holding you down and fucking you roughly, pumping you with her cum. So much cum filling your pussy, some of the juices dripping down the sides. Breeding your tight cunt, storing her cum inside you. Mommyâs thick cum coating your pussy and stuffing you so much. Her clear pink strap thrusting into you and her fingers pulling at your hair, whispering dirty things into your ear.
âOn your knees, princess. Open that little mouth, mommy is going to teach you how to lick a pussy. Stick your tongue out and let me rub myself against that pretty face. , you'll see how wet and hot mommy is.
That's so good... Keep doing it, keep licking like the needy little slut you are. You were made to suck mommy's pussy, weren't you?â
âcome here. sit on my lap, mommy has something to show you.â and you obey, sitting on her lap with one leg on each side. at the same moment you feel the volume pressing against your pussy. âyou're feeling it, aren't you?" mommy smiles at you and squeezes your ass, making the strap rub against you even more. âmy little girl is gonna have her pussy properly filled tonight.â
Letting Mommy wanda feel good, she loves fucking you with her strap. (18+ only contains:oral sex , strap on sex , cum eating , a little rough mommy kink, bottom f reader , and dom mommy Wanda)
âMommy pleaseâ you whine pushing on Wandaâs hips hoping she would get the hint. âShh baby let mommy use youâ Wanda roughly thrusts in and out of your pussy moaning at how tight you were. Trying to distract from Wandaâs quick pace, you pulled her closer down to you and tried to kiss her. âNot..now..babyâ Wanda groaned and adjusted the strap so her own clit was rubbing at a certain angle. âMommy needs to focusâ she lays her hand on your stomach, the strap flicking against your clit made you moan and close your legs.
âKeep your legs spread for mommyâ she pushes your legs out so you could spread them but the stimulation was just too much for you. âYou wanna make mommy happy right?â Wanda asks smirking at your blushing face, âMake it easier for mommy and spread your pretty legs wider for meâŠI donât wanna have to force them apartâ she grins slowing her thrusting but never thinking of stopping.
You spread your legs wider feeling the strap stretch you out and the sensation getting more and more intense. âOww..uhuhâ you moan loudly feeling a tight squeeze on your clit, âLook at me babyâ Wanda moves your head so it titled looking at her. âBaby..try to relaxâ Wanda held your hand feeling your sweaty palms
âUhh.mommyâ you whine holding her hips feeling like your gonna explode, âIâm gonna cum..Iâm gonna cum..Iâm gonna cu-â you groan throwing your head back cumming all over Wandaâs strap. Your legs twitching as Wanda continues her pace. âSo much cum for mommy...baby?âŠmy good girl what is it?â You whimper at the strap that was still inside you.
Wanda keeps going with her rather fast pace, cum dripping out of you while the strap kept penetrating your pussy. âAll d-done mommyâ you try and move so she could slowly pull out. She pulls out to lay beside you, her strap covered with sticky cum, dripping down the sides. And all down her thigh.
She turns to see you staring at the strap and back up at her face to see her glazed eyes. She uses her finger to catch some cum on her finger licking and sucking, moaning at the taste. âSo fucking delicious babyyâ she repeats her actions again and again, watching you practically drool. âMommyy..â you whine spreading your legs to reveal cum still dripping from your core. âOh but baby I thought you were all doneâ she mocked you, âBut I guess I can just clean you up..and nothing elseâ. She pretended to think, noticing your finger making its way down to your clit.
âYes please mommy yesâ you smile watching Wanda finish and move down to your soaked pussy. âJust cleaning you up babyâŠyouâre not gonna cum again..unless you want to be punishedâ. Wanda said between licks, moving around bumping your clit with the top of her nose, making your body twitch. âControl yourself baby..Iâm barely licking youâ Wanda holds you down, moaning into you. âAll done babyâ Wanda pulls away from your pussy wiping off her face and licking the strings of cum on her lips. She watched your face go from blush red to disappointment, âI told you..i was just..cleaning you upâ Wanda smirked taking off the strap and throwing it on the nightstand.
mommy!wanda with a sub that's stronger than her and could easily manhandle her but you just stay there all pretty and let her take charge and she absolutely goes crazy at having such power over you
YEA <3333 YEAH <333
although this is making me think of mommy wanda who sometimes does let her baby handle her all rough <333 moaning out into the pillow as her cheek brushes against it while you thrust into her tight pussy from behind after begging to use the strap on her. sheâs whining as her legs tremble, tits bouncing with each pivot of your hips, pink nipples rubbing against the fabric of the cotton, mumbling somewhat incoherent words of âoh, baby. thatâs it, youâre making mommy feel so good. ahâ honey, youâre doing so well, just like that, fucking mommyâs cuntâmmf!â
sheâs panting and so red-faced because youâre so strong and itâs so overwhelming for her, feeling so small, as usually she has such power over you - her sweet little angel, pounding into her without mercy <333
(a series or more of a au between you and librarian!Wanda. Legal age gap, mentions of smut, soft fluff, pinning, lots of pinning, I usually don't write any specific gender for reader ((same goes with physical appearance, but I will slip up sometimes and I apologise)) though sometimes I might mention their clothes, if it may be a skirt, pants etc. And if it's smut I'll always tag it.)
After older!Librarian!Wanda kisses you for the first time, she can't stop thinking about your lips.
How perfect they feel against hers, how she forgets about everything around her and only just focuses on you. She never really enjoyed the way her ex husband kissed her, it wasn't all that pleasant. He was a bit forced, quick, Wanda wanted more than that, even if you're going to work, a quick kiss can still mean something so much more. She was a romantic. She likes to paint the scenes in her head on an empty canvas of what she really wanted him to do at the time, but he wasn't that type of man. It saddened her.
Maybe he too was too caught up in the traditional ways. So was she. After kissing you though, all of that went away pretty quickly, she thought about you non stop, always having to touch you, whether that was a hand on your arm, shoulder, etc, pulling you close to her, she was always a touchy person, once you get to really know her.
She was obsessed with how your touch made her feel, the tingles she got, the sensation of merely just a brushing of the fingers when she passed you something, a book, a cup of tea or coffee, whatever it may be, set her heart off. She surely thought she was going to have a heart attack.
No man could ever make her feel the way you do.
It was truly something magical.
When you'd touch her back, giving her the same attention, knowing she'd want it but would be a bit shy at first to ask you, but it seems you'd know what she wants. It's like this non spoken communication between you two. It was special. She's never had that. Where someone just gets her, you haven't even known her for that long, but it felt like you both had known each other for years.
She understands what people meant by those special connections.
And she doesn't take any of it for granted.
Older!Librarian!Wanda is so precious and caring, loving towards you. She likes to bring you things she finds interesting that you might like, if that was a book or something else, she takes your interests very seriously too, even if she doesn't quite understand them as she grew up very differently. But she loves how excited you get whenever she asks you about it, it makes her happy, she also learns something new she didn't know. Which she likes. She does like to joke around with you, have that little banter as they like to call it, you've even taught her some newer things that may be trendy or help her understand it more. It's nice. Because she'll do the same for you.
After she learns what fidget toys are and whatever helps distract you, keeps you focused, whatever it may be you'll have plenty of it. If you forget a specific fidget toy while you're both out, Wanda has the exact same one in her bag, anything you need she has it. Since she knows you get stressed a lot, especially when there's a lot of people, it can get a bit too much, she gets it sometimes, how overwhelming it is, people being in your face and in your personal space, but when you feel her hand squeeze yours, you feel much more relaxed knowing she's there by your side.
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