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If you were already in a relationship when pervy!wanda became obsessed with you, she would mess with your mind so you saw her whenever you had sex with your girlfriend.
Your girlfriend was a sweet thing, surely. You loved her deeply, but Wanda could tell that she wasn’t right for you. She clearly couldn’t give you what you needed, especially inside the bedroom.
Each night, Wanda would use her magic to see through the walls and spy on what she and you were doing. When you had sex, Wanda would watch. She felt bad for you. It was just so… boring. So vanilla. Just a couple minutes of missionary before she’d had enough and wanted to go to sleep.
Wanda could easily tell that wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to fuck. You wanted to get lost in your woman, not just mechanically thrust into her.
So, Wanda began to give you the kind of woman you wanted. Her.
Tonight was no different than any other night. You were on top of your girlfriend, slowly thrusting into her at the slow pace she liked, waiting for it to be over. Suddenly, something in your mind shifted. When you looked down, you didn’t see your girlfriend. You saw the new team member, Wanda.
You couldn’t even protest, because now, your cock was being squeezed by a pussy so much tighter and wetter than you could have ever imagined. You groaned, “Fuck!” nearly falling on top the Wanda projection at the sensation.
“Keep going, baby,” you heard Wanda’s voice whisper, the version of Wanda below you’s lips moving with the words. Even if your girlfriend was technically under you, you were fucking Wanda now.
You finally let yourself go, fucking into Wanda at a pace harder and faster than you ever had ever fucked with before. Your hands went down to her hips, feeling the lush curves of Wanda instead of the blocky shape of your girlfriend.
Wanda’s black painted fingers came up, nails digging into your back, the slight pain only making you fuck harder, a low growl escaping your throat. Your girlfriend was never vocal, but Wanda begged. “Fuck me harder, Y/N!” “God, your cock feels so good.” “Don’t stop, please!”
You felt yourself fast approaching your orgasm. Your girlfriend never let you cum in her, but it seemed like this Wanda had already read your mind. She leaned up, lips brushing against your ear as she whimpered, “Cum inside me, baby. Please. I wanna be filled up by you so bad.”
Her words broke the dam inside you, causing you to bury yourself as deep inside her as possible, shooting rope after rope of cum inside her perfect pussy.
Wanda just giggled, leaning up to give you one more kiss before the apparition disappeared, leaving you on top of your girlfriend once again.
Fortunately, ninety nine percent of what just happened was exclusively imaginary, existing only in Wanda’s magic bubble she had cast. You hadn’t crossed any boundaries, you hadn’t hurt your girlfriend, and you hadn’t cum inside her. Minutes had passed in Wanda’s magic haze, but only seconds had passed in real life.
You finished the job quickly that night, thinking about what just happened instead of the actual woman beneath you.
The next day, Wanda watched as your eyes kept lingering on her, flashing back to the visions she had put in your head last night. You were already hers. Wanda was winning, even if you didn’t know it yet.
Summary: Quinn realizes that the new student, Y/N, is actually her childhood best friend. Y/N realizes the same, that the popular, hot cheerleader, Quinn, is actually his old friend, Lucy. When she brings him to Glee Club and sees Santana all over him, Quinn reminds Y/N of who he's belonged to from the start.
Tags: R is a binary trans man, R has phalloplasty, Possessive Quinn, Fluff, Smut, Making Out, Body Worship, Breast Play, Vaginal Sex, Creampie
A/N: This story was requested by @danimals8-4 . I hope you enjoy it :)
Y/N kept his head down as he walked through the front doors of William McKinley High School, trying not to draw any attention to himself.
He knew he passed, knew he looked like all of the other guys here, but due to his experiences growing up, he was almost always on edge. Would people know he was poor? Know he was trans? He had moved to Lima just last week; his mother had gotten a job here that might actually pay his family's bills for once. He wanted a fresh start, a clean slate, no one to know who he was. But another part of him wished that there was a familiar face here. Just one would make him feel better.
He looked down at the paper Principal Figgins had given him as he walked though the halls. It had his schedule, locker number, and the location of Ms. Pillsbury, the guidance counselor's, office on it. Class hadn't started yet, and he definitely didn't feel like talking to the counselor, so he made his way to his locker.
Fortunately, it was in a quiet location. His locker was on the third floor, away from most of the classrooms, and no students seemed to hang out there. There was a group of cheerleaders whose lockers were across from his, but he didn't mind that, and they didn't seem to even notice him. He'd just mind his own business.
The cheerleaders were acting as if they didn't even know Y/N was there, laughing and talking as loud as they would if they were alone in their own houses. He didn't want to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help it.
"Artie is, like, so into me," a blonde girl with a ponytail said, leaning back against her locker as her friend, a Hispanic girl with dark hair, scoffed and replied, "Please. You're just a rebound for him. He's just salty that Tina left him for Mike and wants to prove that he can also 'level up'."
A third blonde girl was also with them, but she was quiet, for now. Y/N moved some of his textbooks from his backpack to his locker, and was taking his hoodie off to hang it up when the third girl finally spoke, and when he heard her voice, he froze.
"Brittany, Santana is the last person you should take relationship advice from. But, in this case, she is right. Unfortunately."
Y/N had never been more confused. That was the voice of his old friend, his childhood best friend, Lucy. But Lucy had been a plump brunette with a face full of acne and no friends besides him. This girl was skinny, blonde, and had some of the clearest skin Y/N had ever seen. She was… really hot. And she was clearly a social butterfly, both these girls seemed to listen to her and enjoy her company.
"Ugh, shut up, Quinn," the Hispanic girl, who you now knew was named Santana, retorted, "You were literally pregnant by your then boyfriend's best friend! You have a worse track record than I do!"
Though the situation the girl had been in was the craziest part of that sentence, Y/N was more focused on the name Santana had said. Quinn. Not Lucy. She wasn't who he thought she was, case closed. It had been silly of him to even think it; Lucy and Quinn didn't even share the slightest resemblance.
Y/N finished hanging up his hoodie, checked the time, and realized that it would be best to get to class now. He didn't want to be late on his first day. He shut his locker and turned to walk to class, but right as he turned, Quinn looked up at him. Their eyes met for a moment, and Y/N nearly froze again.
Her eyes were brown. But they weren't just any brown. They weren't the same brown as Santana's, or as anyone else's. They were the exact shade of brown that Lucy's had been, the eyes he had gazed into so many times as a child.
He quickly turned away before his innocuous glance became a weird stare, just giving the group of girls a nod of acknowledgment as he finally walked away. The moment their eyes met felt like an eternity, though it was only a few seconds. And now, Y/N couldn't get her out of his mind.
He walked to class slowly, since he didn't know the route yet. As he confusedly looked at the room numbers on his schedule, one of those cheerleaders quickly walked past him. To his pleasant surprise, it wasn't Brittany or Santana, it was Quinn. Y/N instinctively began to follow her, trying to think of something to say to her that could serve as a way to tell if she was Lucy, when, all of a sudden, she turned into a room.
Room 152. Coincidentally, that was the one he had been looking for this whole time. He smiled to himself, knowing that maybe, eventually, this class would be a way for them to bond.
As the morning classes passed, Y/N realized he was probably the luckiest guy in the whole school. So far, every single one of his classes had been with Quinn.
Now, they were in fourth period Spanish. There were still ten minutes left in class, but Mr. Schuester said that he had to deal with some lady named Sue Sylvester, so he let the class have these last couple minutes to themselves.
The tables in the classroom were set up in pairs, two students per desk. Y/N had been sitting next to some guy with a mohawk. "Puck" had been the name written on his paper. As intriguing as Puck was, all Y/N had been focused on during class was Quinn.
Whoever usually sat next to her during class wasn't there, so she had been sitting at the table alone the whole time. Now, she was just fiddling with her pencil, trying to pass the time. Perfect opportunity to talk to her.
Y/N took a deep breath, preparing himself. He could do this. He could talk to girls. He had been a lifeguard this past summer, and a bunch of girls had approached him. He couldn't be that bad, right?
He got up, and walked over to Quinn's desk, his speech prepared in his head. He was going to ask if she knew about the town they had lived in as kids, if she was related to someone named Lucy, but when he got to her desk and she looked up at him… he froze.
She was so beautiful. Her blonde hair framed her face perfectly, her eyes bored into his, and she had the smallest hint of a smile on her face. But more than anything, she wasn't looking up at him with judgment, she was looking with curiosity. She wasn't scorning him, she wanted to know what he had to say.
As he took in her beauty, the script he'd made in his mind completely vanished. Quinn laughed, since his face clearly showcased his awe, and she asked, "Yes?"
Y/N blushed at her laugh and question. That meant he had been staring at her for too long. What had he even meant to say? Why did he come over here? He completely forgot now. He looked around the room, trying to come up with something to say, when his eyes landed on the clock. 11:30. Lunch was soon. Perfect. "Uhh… I just wanted to ask where the cafeteria is. I'm new, this is my first day, so I don't know my way around yet."
Quinn playfully raised her eyebrow. Cafeteria? That's it? Though she considered it, she didn't tease him. She knew how it felt to be the new kid. She spoke softly, "First floor, to the right of the main entrance. Go down the stairwell to the left of this room and walk straight until you see it. You can't miss it."
Y/N just nodded, feeling more awkward than ever and wanting to get out of there. He mumbled a rushed thanks, and speed-walked his way back to the table with Puck. As he walked, Quinn's eyes lingered on him. That sweet, shy energy he had… it was familiar. Almost reminiscent of her childhood best friend. Quinn missed her. She was the only one who had been good to her when she was Lucy.
She glanced back at him every now and then as he sat beside Puck. He looked embarrassed about their interaction, and put his head down on the desk, hiding his face in his arms. Her old best friend had done that when she was embarrassed, too. Quinn knew there was no way this guy was the same person, but she was intrigued by him.
Formerly, Y/N was the one following Quinn, but now, she was the one following him. Once the bell rang for lunch, she kept her eyes on him as he walked to the cafeteria, making sure he made his way there safely. She wouldn't embarrass herself in front of her cheerio friends and sit with some new guy who they'd probably call a loser, but she kept an eye on him as he ate.
The school didn't have many options when it came to lunch, but for the mandatory fruit everybody had to take, he took an orange, and for the mandatory milk, he chose chocolate. Quinn was getting even more suspicious now. Her best friend always got an orange and chocolate milk at lunch. Maybe this was all some freaky coincidence, but she couldn't shake the weirdness.
Quinn continued to keep her attention on Y/N all day, following him to his classes and keeping an eye on him in the classes they shared. Finally, at the end of the day, she had an opportunity to speak to him alone.
She remembered that their lockers were near each other, so, as the final bell rang, she found him there, grabbing his things and getting ready to leave. Brittany and Santana had already gone to Glee Club, so she knew there was no chance of being interrupted.
As Y/N slammed his locker shut, he was immediately met by Quinn. He jumped slightly at the surprise, not even having heard her approach. She was staring up at him with an incredibly serious look on her face, which he couldn't help but find sexy. He awkwardly swallowed, mumbling, "Uh, hello again. Sorry, I didn't see you there."
He was cute. Quinn did her best not to break her serious face, and fortunately, it didn't falter. She didn't approach him with pleasantries or warm greetings, she simply asked, "Who are you? What's your deal?"
Y/N didn't know what to say. Keeping his stealth at this new school was his biggest priority, but since that small part of him screamed that this was Lucy, he considered being honest. He decided to hold back, for now, and just gave the details that didn't out him. "Uh, well, my name is Y/N. Y/N L/N. My mom got a job here just last week, so I'm really new. I'm originally from Fairbrook."
Her eyes widened as the name of the town left his mouth, but she tried to hide it. That was where she was from, too. She continued to try to play it cool, leaning back against the lockers. "I am too, you know. Fairbook, born and raised. Moved here after eighth grade. Why don't I remember you?"
Now, Y/N was even more confident about his theory from earlier. He looked slightly excited now. He debated once more outing himself, but once again, he opted against it. "Uh, I don't know. I was a pretty quiet kid. I didn't have many friends."
He thought he was being vague, but really, he just revealed himself to Quinn even more. Her best friend was also a loner. Quinn was the only friend she'd had. She was about to ask Y/N something else, but he spoke first, his words making her freeze up. "You remind me of someone I knew then. I had this friend, Lucy. Are you a sister of hers? A cousin?"
How did he know about Lucy? Quinn thought she'd erased that part of her from existence. She didn't think anyone besides her best friend, wherever she was, would remember Lucy. She then thought about what Y/N said more, and got stuck on his wording. He described himself as a friend of Lucy's. Lucy didn't have a single friend besides that one, her best friend.
Quinn swore she would never tell anybody about Lucy again, but clearly, this guy needed to know the truth. He probably already did. "Y/N… I am Lucy. Lucy Quinn Fabray. I didn't like who I was then, and when I moved here, I lost weight, dyed my hair, got a nose job, and began going by my middle name. I needed to leave that part of me behind, nobody but Sarah even liked me when I was like that…"
Quinn had been looking up at Y/N as she spoke, and she saw the way his face shifted from awe as she revealed her identity to fear at that name she uttered. He nearly flinched, he looked like he was afraid of the name. He didn't want to out himself, but to Quinn, he was practically already out. She knew the old version of him, and was now talking to the new version.
He swallowed, clearing his throat before he spoke. The words looked like they were stuck, like they hurt to even say. His voice was barely audible as he said, "Um… that was me. I was Sarah. I mean, I never really was Sarah, I always knew I was never meant to be a girl, but I didn't know the words for it until middle school-"
"You're trans?" Quinn interrupted, the sheer shock of his confession causing the words to slip out faster than she wanted them to. She saw the way his face fell even more, the way he looked like he wanted to run away, so she quickly continued, "Not that that's a bad thing. I just… I never expected to see you again. And I had no idea you felt that way when we were kids."
Y/N shrugged, managing to look back up at her, meeting her eyes. They were softer now, filled with compassion and recognition. He decided he'd explain his story a bit more. "Yeah, I am. I always felt different as a kid, but I never talked about it with you or anything. I learned what being trans was in middle school and then came out to my mom. She was really supportive; I've been on testosterone for five years now, and I have all my surgeries done. I don't like to think about my life before. I'm not formerly Sarah, now Y/N, I'm just… Y/N. I always have been You know what I mean?"
Y/N thought Quinn wouldn't understand, but she did. She lifted a hand up, gently rubbing his shoulder as she replied, "I know how it feels to change yourself and forget the past. We don't need to talk about it. You're Y/N, and I'm Quinn. It took a while to get here, but we're here, and these are our lives now, and we're happy."
Y/N smiled down at her, pleasantly surprised at her understanding and compassion. He nodded, echoing, "Yeah. We're happy now. That's what matters."
He wanted to ask her so many more things, when all of a sudden, the cheerleader girl from earlier, Santana, reappeared.
"Quinn!" she called out, "Where have you been? Glee Club has been waiting for you for fifteen minutes now!"
Quinn rolled her eyes as she turned to face Santana, shooing her away and answering, "I'll be there in a sec. Just give me five more minutes, okay? Tell Mr. Schue you guys can start without me."
Santana scoffed, but she didn't protest, and soon, Quinn and Y/N were alone again. She murmured, "Sorry about that. I'm a part of Glee Club, and we take it pretty seriously. We have sectionals coming up."
Y/N nodded, his curiosity peaking. He didn't know Quinn liked to sing, she'd never expressed any interest for it when they were kids. "You like to sing? I had no idea."
"How I got involved in Glee Club… it's a long story. But as I spent more time there, I realized that they were all really good people, and I had fun. So, yeah, I guess I do sing." She paused, looking back up at Y/N before asking, "Why don't you come to today's meeting? Everyone is really nice, they're, like, the one club that's accepting of new kids."
Y/N looked down, fiddling with the strap of his backpack. He wasn't sure how he felt about getting involved with something so fast, but he figured that the more people he knew at this school, the better. He nodded, putting his backpack back in his locker and murmuring, "Sure, I'll go. I'm no singer, but I wanna see what it's like."
Quinn laughed, taking his hand and dragging him to the choir room with her. Once they got there, the Spanish teacher from earlier was was telling the group about their musical theme for the week. He paused when he saw Quinn bring Y/N in, his eyes brimming with excitement at seeing the potential new member.
"Mr. Schue, this is Y/N. He's an old friend of mine, and he recently transferred here. He doesn't really know anyone, so I figured Glee Club would be a good place for him to start."
Mr. Schue gave Y/N a warm welcome, restating how accepting Glee Club was and how excited they were to have a new member, and once his spiel was done, Quinn led him to one of the chairs in the back row and sat beside him.
Y/N expected to be ostracized when he walked in, but as he glanced around at the other kids in the room, he realized that the ones who were staring at him were staring in curiosity, not judgment. He appeared to have caught the eyes of Santana, Brittany, a girl he would later learn was named Mercedes, and even a guy who turned out to be named Kurt.
Y/N had fun at Glee Club, the group sang some songs together, and he even got to do a small solo to show Mr. Schue what kind of range he had. It was apparently good, because some girl named Rachel gave him a standing ovation. According to Quinn, that was rare.
But, soon, things began to get tense. Apparently, Y/N's voice sounded best while singing with Santana, so Mr. Schue had them do a duet together. There was no problem with that at first, and it made Quinn happy to see her new friend getting along with her best friend, but soon, Santana began to get too friendly.
The song wasn't even romantic, but Santana was trying her hardest to make it that way. She leaned against Y/N, gripped his huge shoulders, and reached up to run her hands through his curly hair. It enraged Quinn. Y/N was hers. He was her friend first, and Santana had no right to touch him like that.
Quinn was doing her best to just thug it out, to wait until the song was done to tell Santana to back off and pull Y/N away from her, but then she did something that Quinn couldn't ignore. Santana leaned up, steadying herself by resting her hands on his broad chest, and pressed a kiss to Y/N's chin.
He froze, not knowing what to make of the sudden act of affection, but Quinn didn't freeze. She immediately stood up, yanking Santana away from Y/N and grabbing his hand, beginning to pull him out of the choir room.
"You're such a slut, Santana!" Quinn yelled, ignoring the angry words the other girl was yelling back at her in Spanish. Quinn didn't stop, dragging Y/N as far from the choir room as possible, back towards the area of the school where their lockers were, and pulled him into an open janitor's closet.
She slammed the door behind them, flicking the light on. Quinn wasn't mad at Y/N, not really, but she had never been the best at directing her anger at the right people. "Why the hell did you let her do that, Y/N?"
"I didn't mean to!" he stammered, "I was just being nice, putting up with her until the song ended. I had no idea she was going to kiss me! I'm not trying to make any enemies here."
Quinn scoffed, opting to look down at a dirty mop instead of into his eyes. "Well, you're gonna make one if you keep letting girls who aren't me kiss you."
Y/N blushed a little now. Was she jealous? Did she want to be the one kissing him instead? His voice was quiet as he spoke, "I won't. Um… for the record… you're the only girl I'd want kissing me."
Quinn looked back up at him, eyes brimming with tears. She hadn't expected him to say that. She expected him to remember her as Lucy, the ugliest girl in school, not see her as Quinn, the person she wanted to be. But, fortunately, she was wrong. "I am? You- you'd want me to kiss you?"
Y/N nodded. Of course he would. She was the person who knew more about him than anyone else, the one who knew the depths of his soul and his greatest secret and didn't see him any differently. "Of course I would. You're who knows me most, who I trust-"
He was cut off by Quinn grabbing him and pulling him down so that she could kiss him. She pressed her lips against his, earning a startled, but happy, gasp from him. He didn't pull away, he leaned into the kiss, his hands moving down to rest on her waist and ground her.
Quinn moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to cup his jaw and keep him centered. She slowly slipped her tongue into his mouth, and soon, he did the same in return. Once they were forced to pull back for air, they gazed into each other's eyes, breathing heavily, eyes dilated with lust.
"Come with me," Quinn mumbled, quickly pulling him out of the janitor's closet and into the parking lot. She practically shoved his big body into her car and sped the whole way back to her house. Her parents weren't home, so they had free reign to do whatever they wished. They stumbled into the house, kissing and groping each other, and Quinn led him up to her room.
As soon as they were in her room, Quinn reached up, pulling his shirt over his head, pausing to gaze at his muscles. Her eyes flicked up to his chest, admiring his top surgery scars. His surgeon had done an amazing job, the scars were nearly gone, and his chest looked perfect, along with his whole torso. Quinn reached out, running her fingers along his abs as she whispered, "You're perfect."
Y/N thanked her before he gently guided her towards her bed, pushing her down on it and climbing on top of her. She shifted so that he could get her out of her cheerios uniform, her body being revealed to him as he pulled it down. She looked completely different than she did before, but she was just as beautiful.
Once Y/N got her bra off, he leaned down, gently pressing kisses to her breasts, and slowly running his hands along her body, taking time to explore her. He mumbled against her breast, "Is this okay?"
It was more than okay. Quinn felt like she was in heaven. She had never had someone take control and be conscious of her needs before. She nodded, answering, "God, yes. Keep going, please."
Y/N did as she said, continuing to kiss her breasts and touch her body until he knew she would be wet. "Lift your hips for me, baby," he murmured, going to pull her skirt down, and she immediately complied, blushing at the pet name.
Y/N's fingers traveled down, beginning to rub her clit through her panties. She was so sensitive, just that first touch made her whimper. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
As he touched her, he could feel that her panties were soaked through, so he slowly pulled them down. Once he laid eyes on her pussy, wet, hungry, and throbbing, he mumbled, "You're so beautiful, Quinn. Every part of you."
Quinn moaned at his praise, her eyes locked onto him as he now began to shed his own pants. She admittedly didn't know what to expect. She watched as his pants and boxers fell away, and his cock sprung out. To her surprise, it wasn't hard, but she watched as he reached down, cupping his balls and squeezing them a couple times, which made his cock harden.
He saw the confused look in her eyes, and as he stroked himself, getting himself ready for her, he briefly explained, "Phalloplasty. I can't get hard on my own, but I can still fuck like any other guy."
Quinn wasn't put off by his explanation, she just pulled him closer, reaching down so that the head of his cock was lined up with her entrance. She leaned close to his ear, whispering, "I just want you to fuck like you. Just do what feels right."
Y/N smiled down at her, leaning in to give her a kiss as he finally slid inside her, a groan involuntary escaping from his throat at how good she felt. "Oh, fuck… you feel amazing."
Quinn was just as overwhelmed, the feeling of Y/N inside her was unlike any of the other guys she had fucked before. Yes, he was big and filled her up, but unlike with them, this moment felt special and intimate. She returned his kiss, her hands reaching up to gently dig into his back. "Keep going."
And Y/N did, pulling out until just the tip of his cock was inside her, and then pushing all the way back in. Quinn let out a breathy moan at each thrust, her nails digging into Y/N's shoulders every time he hilted inside her. "Fuck, your cock feels amazing."
The praise made Y/N groan, his hips instinctively picking up the pace and beginning to fuck into her harder. The new pace made her walls clench tightly around him, causing a low growl to escape from his throat. "And you feel like heaven, Quinn. You're driving me crazy."
Quinn whimpered, her hips beginning to buck up every time Y/N thrusted, trying to pull him as deep inside of her as possible. She pulled his face down to meet hers again, and gave him a slow, messy kiss like the one they had shared in the janitor's closet. The feeling of Quinn's lips on his and her cunt clenching around his cock made Y/N squeeze her hips harder, earning a low moan from Quinn.
The couple were lost in each other, gazing into each other's eyes as Y/N delivered thrust after devastating thrust. Everything was forgotten in this moment except how their bodies felt against each other. Santana was a distant memory, and their pasts? Those didn't even exist to them now.
Y/N could feel Quinn clenching harder around him, her hips beginning to buck erratically, and when his hands tightened around her wait, began to squirm. As he delivered a particularly deep thrust, Quinn whimpered, "I'm close."
Y/N continued to thrust in the way that seemed to drive her crazy, and to further her pleasure, he moved his hand from her waist to her clit, his thumb pressing down on it and gently rubbing it in circles.
"Oh, God-" was all Quinn could manage to mumble before she was cumming. Her body trembled, her pussy rhythmically clenching around Y/N's cock as waves of pleasure shot through her. Y/N continued to rock her through it, thrusting gently until her breathing finally evened out.
Y/N wasn't done yet, though, now it was his turn. He leaned down to give her a kiss before mumbling, "I'm about to bust. Can I cum in you?"
Quinn hesitated, her mind immediately going back to her pregnancy at the beginning of last year, but Y/N's next words soothed her mind. "There's no sperm in it, so no risk of pregnancy or anything. I promise."
She breathed a sigh of relief at his words, and in response, she locked her legs around his thighs, keeping him buried deep inside her. "Please, Y/N. Cum for me. I want to feel it."
Her consent was all he needed, and seconds later, Y/N let out a roar of his own, his cock throbbing as he leaked clear, sticky cum into her. Quinn could feel it seeping into her, and the sensation made her tremble. She looked back up at Y/N, pulling him down so she could kiss him again.
As he slowly slid out of her, the loss causing her to whimper, he mumbled, "That was amazing. You're amazing."
Quinn laughed, turning onto her side so she could wrap her arms around him, burying her face in his muscular chest, giving him some small kisses there. "You're the best I've ever had, you know? No one else has ever made me feel like that."
Her words made Y/N smile, and he was proud he had made her feel that way. He pulled her closer, keeping her tucked against his side as he answered. "You deserve it. You're special."
As Quinn fell asleep against his big, stable body, she had never felt more loved or protected. Y/N had been by her side since day one, and she couldn't be happier that he was back in her life for good.
This is extremely self-indulgent and based on my own personal experiences but I can’t stop imagining Wanda helping you shave.
She’d been by your side throughout your whole transition, eagerly helping you with anything you needed. She enjoyed giving you your T injections and helping you with your scar care, but her absolute favorite thing was helping you shave.
Wanda waited for your call. You always started out doing it by yourself, but every time, sooner or later, your voice would ring out for her, "Babe? Can you come help me? There's a couple of spots I can't get."
Wanda loved it whenever you called for her; she'd practically jump up to help you. It felt so intimate. She'd sit on the bathroom counter, you standing between her legs as she cupped your jaw in one hand, using the other to gently guide the razor. You could smell her perfume, and you always instinctively leaned into her soft touch.
"Tilt your head to the side, love," she'd whisper, getting that pesky patch of hair that was right between the bottom of your earlobe and the curve of your jaw that you could never seem to get by yourself.
You did as she said, gazing down into her bright green eyes. Hers were locked on your face, searching for the remaining patches of hair. She was so focused, so meticulous in in her motions. You'd never felt so cared for. Your hands instinctively went to her thighs, grounding yourself, and making her crack that sweet smile you loved so much.
"Can you do my neck?" you'd always ask next. The neck was the worst for you. You had cowlicks, hair growing in multiple different directions, and, to make it even worse, your hair grew horizontally across your adam's apple, making shaving it without cutting yourself nearly impossible due to the tricky angle.
"Of course, handsome," she'd reply, reaching for the can of shaving cream and gently applying some to your neck. Shaving your neck was the bane of your existence, but it wasn't for Wanda. Yes, it was a challenge, but the fact that you had her do it meant that you trusted her, and that was the most rewarding feeling in the world for her.
If Wanda was meticulous before, now, she moved the razor with surgical precision. She'd heard you complain a hundred times about how tired you were of all the cuts you had on your neck after shaving, and she was determined to never leave one on you again.
She tilted your head up and slowly stretched the skin on your neck so that it was at the best angle possible, slicing away the hair that bothered you so much. Once she was done, the result was perfect, as always. Not a single blemish or hair left where you didn't want it.
She'd watch as you reached for your aftershave, biting her lip at how good you looked all cleaned up. Once you were done, she'd reach up, running her hands through what was left of your beard, and breathing in your scent, that perfect mix of aftershave and you.
"That's my man," she'd murmur, arms reaching up to wrap around your neck to pull you closer to her. Your hands would clench around her thighs, giggling as you leaned in to give her a kiss as a thank you.
Usually, your shaving sessions would end with Wanda dragging you to your bedroom, or just having you fuck her right there on the bathroom counter. Who could blame her? Wanda could never resist her man when he was all fresh and clean for her.
(Inspired by me absolutely chopping my neck up every time I shave cause my neck beard grows at the worst angles... sigh if only I had Wanda to do it for me 😔)
Summary: The pretty nun named Wanda ended up with you…
Warnings: no specified gender but reader is AMAB, VERY little plot, mostly smut MINORS DNI, strong language, some angst Ig but hopeful ending.
A/N: I’m back and posting this to proof that visiting Santa Monica Pier at night changes a person lol anyways sorry if it isn’t the best but hope you enjoy it. Also, art not mine so credit to the original artist.
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Who would have thought?
"I'm eager to see what's under that habit." You eyed up the horny nun as your wish to see her nude body grew more and more with each second, along with the need to touch her.
That pretty innocent-looking nun with short strawberry blonde hair that had crossed a few glances with you on the few times you did attend church would end up in your room—sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at you with lustful eyes.
It happened too fast. You heard a knock on your door, and Wanda stood there, perplexing you. When you thought she would read the Bible to you, she pushed past you with the excuse of wanting to talk to you like you had offered last time. Things went up from there, so you just chalked it up to 'fate.'
A low moan left the nun's mouth, seeing as you removed your black shirt, exposing your bare torso to her. She looked attentively at your body. Looks like your build was eye candy for her.
"I promise to let you touch." You said as Wanda shifted her attention to you. "But for now, you're in my house, so we'll do a ritual." With that, you walked out of the room. The words that had come out of your mouth had only elevated her sensation of need between her legs.
A sin? Yes. An unforgivable one for sure. She had made her vows to the church. But it wasn't her fault. Wanda never wanted to be part of that. Before, she was a typical teen with dreams and aspirations like many others. But one day, her parents told her they had chosen her life path. Why? Because they had some dream that Wanda would become a nexus being that would destroy everything. Pure nonsense, she always thought. Her biggest regret is that she never fought against her parents' decision.
It didn't matter anymore because she was with you now, and no one could stop her.
Wanda removed her loafers before you came back into the room. Carrying a bottle of red wine, you walked towards her and gently laid the bottle on the bed. She couldn't resist having you so close and lifted her hand and ran it over your abdomen. A low gasp left your mouth at her gentle touch.
"Couldn't stop yourself, huh?" You grabbed a part of the fabric of her habit. "Help me a bit." Wanda raised her arms, letting you gently pull it off her, exposing her beautiful body that was only covered by her black panties. Only Wanda's perky tits were exposed but adorned with a silver cross pendant that hung from a matching necklace. From her face down, she was worthy of being described as a goddess.
"The real sin is having you wear this, which doesn't allow me to see such beauty." You lusted, tossing the habit away, and instead reached for her soft breast, caressing them to feel their softness, making her breathing hitched when you rubbed your thumb on her perky tit. "I will have to include this in my thesis now." You teased, squeezing her breast.
"Oh, you're a priest now?" Wanda asked in a challenging tone, pushing your hands off her bust.
Cheeky. Despite not speaking much, Wanda announced she was not as innocent as she looked.
"I ain't no Martin Luther." You grinned, lightly pushing her against the bed and crawling on top of her. "But I'll gladly be your punk monk, my dear punk nun."
You planted your lips on hers as Wanda gave you access to her mouth. She reciprocated, deepening the kiss. Her tongue was swirling with yours. It was noticeable how it wasn't her first "steamy" makeout. How her hands ran from your hair to your back demonstrated how much she wanted this as much as you did. Her soft hands made her touch unique.
You parted your lips from hers and rested them on the tip of her ear.
"I'm going to begin my ritual." A low moan escaped Wanda's mouth, shivering at the feeling of your warm breath next to her ear.
You got off Wanda and kneeled beside her on the bed, grabbing the bottle of wine and opening it quickly. You offered her the bottle first, which she grabbed without hesitation. It was her favorite, after all. The nun took a deep sip of it and handed it back.
She laid back down at your instruction, letting you do as you pleased with her now. You ran your hand through her soft abdomen, preparing to give her the unexpected.
You lifted the wine bottle and tilted it towards her, pouring some of the wine on her belly button. Wanda jolted and let out a high-pitched hiss at the feeling of the cool liquid making contact with her skin.
"It's okay, beauty. You're okay." You comforted the nun. Her glare softened once she heard your words.
When the naughty nun was relaxed again, you lowered your head into her abdomen and sucked the wine that had stained her skin. Some breathy moans left her mouth as you sucked the red wine on her skin, especially at the sensitivity of her stomach. Groans left your mouth at the feeling of her warm skin. You sucked and even licked her skin until there was no trace of any liquid ever being there.
Your hand made contact with her black panties, making your cock twitch when you felt how drenched in her arousal fluids they were. The touch of your fingers on the cotton fabric that separates you from her entrance was enough to make her moan.
"Hurry the fuck up." Wanda cried when you teased her by rubbing your fingers on the fabric.
"What would your fellow sisters say with that vocabulary of yours?" You grabbed her panties from the waist and gently pulled them off her.
"I don't know. You're the one who is said not to worry about what other people say." Wanda raised her legs to assist you in removing her panties.
You passed your fingers on the top of her exposed entrance that was glistening with her wetness. Wanda mouthed a moan. "Nice to know that you do listen to me." You remarked.
Wanda moaned as you rubbed her entrance. "Fuck." She Let out when you started rubbing her clit followed by other curse words. Shaking her legs at the sensation. Her losing control gave you ideas. Without warning, you inserted two fingers into her entrance. Her sudden gasp turned into repeated moans when you started pumping your fingers into her fast. "Just like that." She begged, feeling you increase your pace. "Cum for me, nun." You groaned, feeling her walls tighten around your fingers, followed by a loud moan of hers and then the feeling of her warm fluids coming out of her pussy, getting all over your hand and staining the bed.
You brought your hand up to you and licked off her cum, savoring the taste.
You unbuckle your belt and slide off your jeans, accompanied by your boxers. Finally, let out your hardened cock, twitching at the thought of being inside Wanda.
"Show me how much you wanted this." You lay in the bed, inviting the sex-starved nun to get on top of you. She crawled on top of you, her legs on each side of your thighs. "I'll make you lose control." She smirked, looking down at you. Her confidence in her voice piqued your curiosity and even increased your need for her. "Show, not tell." You countered, also smirking and running your hand through her legs.
Letting out a low moan when you felt her soft hand grabbed your hardened cock and gave it a few slow strokes before aligning it with her entrance. She kept looking down, breathing out moans when she rubbed your tip with her slit and slowly took your whole length. "Ahh." Similar moans and some groans came out of your and Wanda's mouths as she felt your length go deeper while you felt her wet walls around your cock. You melted at the unknown energy she had. Almost as if it was another person.
You were left in a trance as you felt her soft, warm walls surrounding your cock that you overlooked when she bent down to whisper in your ear. "Let me know if you can't handle it." You weren't able to process her words once she started rocking back and forth on your cock at a slow pace to accustom to your size.
"You're a demon in disguise, huh?" You groaned at her sensual actions. Wanda placed her hands on your chest. "Let's find out." She started moving at a faster pace, waves of pleasure going through both your bodies. Wanda whimpered as she repeatedly sank into your cock. The view it gave you was mesmerizing as the way her breasts bounced, which impulsed you into grabbing them again. Kneading and teasing her perked nipples. "Keep going." She encouraged you in a breathy voice, inviting you to do more with her.
Wanting more of her body, your hands left her breast and, out of instinct, reached for her ass and held her with a tight grip stopping her movements.
"You might hurt me," Wanda teased in a raspy voice between breaths, coming to a stop and having an idea of what you were about to do. "Too late to back out now." You stretched her bum a bit before and, with no warning, pumped your cock as deeply as possible into her needy pussy. The noises of your hips hitting hers just right were barely audible as the repeated moans were louder. You continued until another sexy idea popped into your mind.
Out of nowhere, you turned her over and pinned her down on the bed without pulling out of the pretty nun. She yelped at the sudden action and breathed a bit to regain herself. Your eyes locked with hers; she was panting, sweat rolling down her face. Despite your initial thought, she wasn't amused. "You love being deep inside me." She muttered, making you lose any sense of control you had left in you.
You began moving your hips, pushing your cock deep in Wanda as much as you could at a pace that even made the bed creak. Wanda's hands gripped your biceps tightly as you started hitting the right spot. The sound of her moans and skin-to-skin contact pushed you to increase your pace; at the same time, her nails started digging into your skin; you were too lost in the pleasure even to notice it.
The good sensation of her walls clenching on you announced what was coming, so you didn't stop. You wanted to feel every last bit of her like she did of you. Wanda let out a high-pitched moan as you felt her warm juices fall on your cock, announcing her release of pleasure that you had helped build up. You stayed there on top of her, still hard, waiting for her to regain her breath. Needless to say that you were euphoric to release as well, which led you to pull out of her gently, and after giving yourself a few strokes, you reached your high as thick ropes of your cum landed just outside Wanda's entrance and her inner thighs. You Guessed this was the closest to getting to heaven as you can get.
"Fuck.. that was.. was great." Wanda panted, looking up to see you trying to smile while you regained your breath, then gently moved off her to lay beside her. You would follow up on what she said, but she stood up and went to the bathroom. "You alright?" You asked, concerned that you might have hurt her with your roughness. But again, no response from her.
You got up and followed her into the bathroom after sliding on your boxers, where Wanda had gotten one of your towels to clean herself up. You stood there waiting for her to acknowledge you, but she did not react as if you weren't there. You sighed before taking the initiative to break the uncomfortable silence. "Hey." You spoke almost like a middle schooler talking with their crush for the first time.
The nun stopped her actions, looking down after finally acknowledging you. Wanda sighed and looked back up at the mirror in front. "It's just," She gritted her teeth. "Fuck," She muttered, letting the towel hit the floor. "I have to return to my boring life as a nun." Her words expressed impotence and frustration.
You stayed quiet, imagining Wanda's daily torment of being somewhere she didn't want. A literal place that can be a dream killer. Well, you didn't have to. Living in the same old boring town took away your will to live mentally. But it was nothing compared to what Wanda has been through.
"Maybe you don't have to, Wanda," You picked up the towel and put it around Wanda's shoulder to cover her. Your words made her look at you with curiosity and perhaps a bit of hope, which she needed at this time. "Why don't we leave this shitty place together?" You offered, as shock and confusion plastered on her face.
"What do you mean?" She asked, still trying to understand what you had said.
"Fuck whatever we have here. Let's leave somewhere else where we can be ourselves and leave all this behind." You said as you realized what some of her concerns could be. Also, the fact that you barely knew each other. "There is no easy way to explain, but just think about it."
Wanda said nothing but was attentive to your words. She said nothing at first, but the smile that started to creep on her face was enough to confirm that she had already made her decision, and it would be one that would change something for both.
Hii! I love your writings so much <3 you’re my favourite writer since I’m always having a hard time finding male/FtM readers haven’t found much writings with it.
I was wondering if you could write where Wanda is the heir to the throne and the possessive reader is the jester and they’ve been friends since they were little and the reader has feelings for her since they were kids and during the ball Wanda’s father and mother were trying to find her a suitor for her but she wasn’t feeling anything with them and the reader who is watching Wanda from across is jealous and sneaks her out into the garden to confess their feelings to her. (Sorry my english is not that good 😅)
It means so much to me that I am your favorite writer and you enjoy my work, thank you so much!
Here is a link to the story I wrote based on this ask. I hope you enjoy it, I loved writing it! :)
Summary: Wanda's being forced to talk to potential suitors at her coronation ball. She hates everyone in the room but you, the royal jester who's also her childhood best friend and is deeply in love with her. You eventually confess your feelings to her, and Wanda has to choose between making herself happy or making the kingdom happy.
Tags: Royal AU, Pining, Fluff, other MCU characters mentioned, Kissing, Happy Ending
A/N: This story is in response to this ask. :) I've never written a royal AU before, so I hope it's okay! This is the first story I've posted here without smut, and I lowkey enjoyed writing the drama and fluffy stuff so much. I'll always write smut, but more fluffy stuff may be coming soon bc I loved this so much.
You had known this day was coming for years, but you never expected it to be this hard.
The royal ball was in full swing, but all you could do was stare at Wanda. Your princess. Rather, the world's princess, because she was far from yours. She was ascending the throne soon, and the whole purpose of this event was to find her a suitor; to merge two royal, powerful families and continue a rich bloodline when she officially becomes the queen.
You hated it. You'd heard this ball talked about for years, and now, the dreadful day had come.
You had loved Wanda since you both were just kids. In a cruel castle, she was the only one who had ever showed you any kindness. Your parents were servants to the Maximoff royal family and the only reason you hadn't followed in their footsteps was because of Wanda. Due to the family's closed off nature, Wanda's only friend had been her brother, Pietro. When she was five years old and saw you scuffling about, helping your parents clean the floors, she immediately ran over, asking if you wanted to play.
The king and queen had been horrified, immediately reprimanding Wanda and telling her to not interact with the staff, but she didn't listen. She continued to find opportunities to play with and talk to you as the weeks went on, and by the time you both were ten, she was begging her parents to let you be something other than a servant. They knew how stubborn their daughter was, and that she would never take no for an answer when it came to the people she cared about, so, reluctantly, they let you be the jester instead. It wasn't the best, but it beat being practically a slave.
You were a good jester. Great, in fact. The family and crowds thought that a little jester was just the most adorable thing, and as you grew into an awkward teenager, they only seemed to like you more. You always searched for Wanda in the crowds when you performed, her smiling face being your motivation to keep entertaining, even if it was slightly humiliating.
You knew that she just saw you as the funny guy, but as you both matured, you began to see her differently.
As children, you loved to run through the fields, damp with morning dew. Once you each tired, you'd fall down in the grass, giggling. But at fifteen, as you laid in the wet grass beside Wanda, you felt your face beginning to flush. Her hair looked so beautiful slightly damp like that, her emerald eyes shining with joy and the thrill of the run.
Once Wanda was sixteen, her parents were already thinking about the ball and her future courtship, so they made her start wearing beautiful, extravagant dresses nearly everywhere she went. You had to avert your eyes; staring at her, at the curves she had suddenly started to develop, made your heart beat too fast.
But what had made you come to love her the most had nothing to do with how she looked. It was her unwavering loyalty. You expected your friendship with Wanda to dwindle as she aged and spent more time socializing with fellow royals, but it only got stronger.
She'd come to your quarters after balls, sighing loudly and ranting about how annoying the company was, claiming that she always had more fun with you. She'd fight her parents, demanding they let you come along as the family went on carriage rides through the countryside. And most of all, she never let anyone say a bad word about you.
She agreed with comments about how funny your acts were, but if anyone ventured to even mutter something along the lines of you being immature, stupid, or annoying, she'd let hell loose. More times than you could count, after an exchange with someone insulting you, you heard the king and queen lecturing her about her language through the wall.
Somehow, you had the princess's unwavering loyalty. And you couldn't help but fall in love with her for it.
You knew you would treat her well, would give her everything you could, and protect her from anything and everything. You spent your nights dreaming about what it would be like to wed her, to wake up beside her every morning, to sit on the throne beside her. But you knew it was all in vain. The princess could never marry the lowly jester.
Now, you sat in the corner of the ballroom, eyes darting between her and your competition. Many young princes and suitors had come through the castle over the past couple of months, and now, the ones Wanda hated the least were lurking around the ballroom, taking any chance they could to talk to her.
You liked none of them, and, fortunately, it seemed like Wanda didn't, either. She hadn't been enthusiastic when they first visited the castle for their initial introductions, and now, she seemed even less interested.
You watched the first approach her, asking to dance. You found it entertaining, really, the way they were so desperate, and Wanda gave them almost nothing. She had been talking to her brother when Prince Parker bowed to her, asking for a dance.
Peter. You had done some asking around about him, and he just seemed like a weasel. He was a short little guy, barely any muscle on him. You towered over him. What he didn't have in size, he compensated for with his prideful and arrogant personality.
Wanda took his hand, beginning to dance with him, because, well, she had to. The king and queen were forcing her to share conversation and at least one dance with each of the potential suitors, and now, she was getting the first one over with.
You slowly walked around the edge of the ballroom, stealthily approaching the corner in which Wanda and Peter were dancing. You picked up some balls, beginning to juggle them, putting on a show so people thought you were simply doing your job instead of spying on the girl you loved.
"Oh, Princess Maximoff, you should see it!" Peter exclaimed, slowly swaying with Wanda, "Our castle, with all due respect, makes yours look like a modest bungalow."
You had to hold in your laugh. Insulting the princess's castle? Yeah, that would definitely make her fall in love with you. Fortunately, Wanda handled it well, as she always did, not letting the dig get under her skin and simply replying, "It is not the beauty of your castle I care about, it is the depth of your heart. And I have seen none of that yet."
You smiled to yourself, going back to juggling. That was your girl. That strong, witty, independent firecracker. You couldn't imagine her getting with a single one of these suitors. They were all just like Peter, in one way or another.
The prince seemed taken aback by her reply, awkwardly swallowing and trying to figure out how to continue the conversation from there. You listened in on the rest of it; nothing substantial came of it, it was just Peter bragging about the luxuries of his kingdom and the honor of his family, and Wanda patiently putting up with it, praying that the song they were dancing to would end soon.
Once it finally ended, Wanda broke away from Peter as fast as possible, and, luckily, her eyes landed on you, her sweet jester, doing his best to entertain the royals. She rushed over to you, snatching the balls from out of your hands with a playful giggle. "I wish I was you right now, you know."
You smiled, raising your eyebrow confusedly, "Why? You're the princess, this whole event is for you. I'm just walking around in this ridiculous getup, trying to entertain people who don't give a damn if I drop dead this second."
You gestured down to what you were wearing, a baggy shirt and pants that had matching alternating black and red colors, pointy shoes, and a hat that had small bells hanging off the parts that jutted out from your head. It was a stark contrast to Wanda, who was dressed in a custom made silk dress, a gorgeous emerald green that made her eyes pop and highlighted her curves beautifully.
She laughed as she reached up, jingling one of the bells with her hand, "Don't insult the outfit. I know you feel silly, but it makes it easy for me to see you, and I like that."
The answer warmed your heart, your face beginning to blush slightly as Wanda fiddled with the bell. She continued, "And why? Because this is all so boring. You get to be yourself. You get to just… entertain. I have to put on a persona. I have to seem like the perfect princess for these men who don't even know a single thing about me. Am I supposed to be excited about giving my life away?"
Wanda's smile had quickly diminished as she spoke, her eyes darkening as she really took in the reality of her situation. Tonight was her last night of freedom. By tomorrow morning, she'd be set to be married off to someone who didn't know the depths of her soul, much less even cracked the surface of it. You opened your mouth to console her, but out of nowhere, another suitor approached you both, distracting her.
"Princess Maximoff! I am Sir James Barnes, and I am deeply interested in getting to know you more!" James bowed, offering his hand to her, "May I have the honor of dancing with you?"
Wanda's eyes darted to yours as James's were focused on the ground, a look that said "save me", but she couldn't hold it for long, and soon, she muttered a reluctant consent, and got whisked off to the dance floor again by the former knight.
You sighed, wishing things were different. Wishing you had more time to talk with her, wishing she had the freedom to choose a lover for herself instead of having one chosen for her. If she had the choice… maybe she would choose you.
For now, you just continued to keep your eyes on her. You navigated now towards where she was dancing with James, trying to listen in on him and gauge if he was better or worse than Peter. "See, madame, I am a war hero. I fought for my kingdom's independence, and even lost an arm because of it."
James had been wearing gloves, and now, he slowly moved to pull one off, revealing a shiny, metal hand. He pushed the sleeve of his suit up slightly, causing more of the titanium to show. Wanda's eyes widened, but she didn't look frightened or taken aback; she looked curious, one of her fingers coming up to run across the cool metal.
You thought James had her now. Who wouldn't want a hero with the battle scars to prove his strength? But the words that came out of Wanda's mouth shocked you. "You are admirable, James, to be sure. But what you have done in the past does not sway me. Will you fight for my heart the way you fought for your kingdom?"
James was the one who looked shocked now. He clearly wasn't used to women still wanting more from him after he revealed his metal limb and told his story of bravery and glory. The trick he literally had up his sleeve had, for the first time, failed him.
Wanda had now been staring at him for about a minute, trying not to laugh at the way his mouth hung open slightly in shock. She handed him his glove to put back on, asking, "Anything to say, James? Anything about how, I don't know, you'd be willing to lose your other arm for me?"
James blinked as he came back to reality, clearing his throat as he began to stammer, "O-of course, Princess Wanda! I'd lay down my life for your love, for your heart! Your safety is my biggest priori-"
But Wanda had already walked away from him, giving you a wink that made you have to hide your blush. Wanda was not a woman who would be easily wooed by good looks or grandiose stories of the past, and you were grateful for it.
Wanda walked back to her throne, sitting down with an exasperated sigh. She was clearly exhausted from all this useless mingling and matchmaking. You walked around the ballroom, pretending to entertain, looking to see if there were any more suitors she had to suffer through talking to.
You mostly saw royalty from other kingdoms you didn't know, who were all fortunately married already. King Stark and Queen Potts, Prince Rogers and Princess Carter, and Duke Quill and Dutchess Gamora. The coast looked clear.
You'd been wanting to sneak Wanda out to the hidden garden behind the castle, the place where you'd spent so much time together as kids, to confess to her. You never thought you'd confess, but after seeing how miserable she was with all the suitors, you figured it wouldn't hurt to at least try.
You turned to her once more, ready to whisk her away to the garden, when you saw that yet another suitor had approached her. This one you hated the most. Prince Vision. He wasn't even a man. Just… a science project. A machine thrown together by King Stark when he was bored.
And worst of all, Wanda's parents, King and Queen Maximoff, seemed to adore Vision. They were standing beside him as he talked to Wanda, and it was obvious that they had led him to her and were encouraging the match.
You snuck closer, trying to hear what they were saying. You hid behind a curtain right beside Wanda's throne, so you could see both Wanda, Vision, and her parents.
"Wanda, sweetheart… he's perfect." her mother started, "I know it seems odd that he's an android, but think of it like this, he can literally be programmed to be the perfect man for you!"
Vision spoke next, agreeing, "Precisely! A code can be made to make me into your ideal man in terms of looks, personality, and preferences! You cannot go wrong with me, madame, I'm a blank slate waiting for your brush."
You looked up at Wanda now, observing her face. She wasn't quiet because she was contemplating, she was quiet because she quite literally did not have the words to respond to this absurdity. She looked between her parents and Vision before scoffing, "Are you all serious? No, you can't be. This has to be some sort of prank."
Her parents exchanged a confused look, and Vision simply looked down at the ground. Her father began, "Wanda, I know this isn't ideal. If the world was different, we'd let you be with whomever you wished. But our society has rules and customs."
Her mother nodded in agreement. "Wanda, Vision is the closest thing you can get to choosing the man you want. He can be coded to be anything you desire in a man. You can choose your love… as long as you choose Vision."
Wanda looked almost teary at this point. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that this was her life, that she was being forced to marry a robot because he could be "whatever she wanted." No. She didn't want a manufactured fantasy, she wanted someone real, even if it was imperfect and messy. She just wanted someone that she loved.
Wanda shook her head, standing up from her throne, wiping the tears that had begun to fall. She turned from both her parents and Vision, pure rage in her voice as she began to storm away, "I will not choose Vision. I will not choose a single suitor in this room. I will not choose to make the kingdom happy instead of making myself happy."
And with that, Wanda stormed off towards the place you had wanted to bring her since the gala began. The garden.
You didn't want to overwhelm her. You gave her a couple minutes to finally be alone before you made your way out there. You inched closer and closer to the door as you entertained the guests, and once you were able to sneak out, you did.
The garden was dark at night, only illuminated by the few torches on the outer wall of the castle. You walked around for a couple moments, trying to look for Wanda, until you heard muffled crying. You followed the noise past the rose bushes and the perfectly trimmed shrubs until you finally found her, sitting on the bench under the weeping willow tree. How appropriate.
Her head was down in her hands as she cried, so you approached her slowly, not wanting to frighten her. She apparently had already sensed your presence, though, since you heard her mumble, "Don't bother with me."
You didn't say anything at first, not wanting to provoke her more, so you simply went and sat down beside her on the bench. You stared out at the garden in front of you. From this angle, you could see the way the shrubs were trimmed to make paths, the blooming flowers with colors that made a makeshift rainbow, and the sturdy, languid fountain that provided a constant, soothing background noise. There was still so much beauty in the world. Wanda still had so much to discover.
You finally looked back at her, gently reaching out and pulling her hand down so you could see her face. It was tear-streaked, the makeup that had been so meticulously applied now all messy, but to you, she still looked as beautiful as ever. "You're gorgeous , Wanda. You know that?"
If it were one of the suitors saying that, Wanda would have rolled her eyes and scoffed, but coming from you, it was different. She was too caught up in her anguish to appreciate the compliment, though, and replied, "Beauty means nothing if I'm miserable. Locked up in some lonely tower with a man who doesn't even know the most surface level things about me."
You looked back down at the ground, unable to deny that. Wanda then looked over at you, a small smile spreading across her face as she took you in. You were so beautifully yourself. Having a serious conversation with her in that silly jester outfit. She hoped you'd never change. "You always knew about me, though. Sometimes, I feel like you're the only person who does."
Her words made you look up again, your eyes locking with her green ones. She had no idea how hard you had always worked to understand her. You listened to all her rants, all her excited chatter, and even listened through the wall when she had disagreements with her parents. She had no idea how much you cared about her. "Of course I know about you, Wanda. You… you're everything. You saved me from a life of servitude. You showed me kindness when nobody else did. I owe everything to you."
Wanda smiled, thinking back to the old memories of your shared past; the moments they shared as children that still brought a smile to her face. "No, I owe everything to you. You're the only person in this entire kingdom who makes me feel normal."
She paused, looking back at the castle where the ball was being held before continuing, "Every bond I have with people in there is manufactured. Forced by the rules of society and my parents," she turned back to look at you again, "But with you, everything came naturally. I spend time with you because I like it, not because I'm forced to. You're the only person I actually enjoy being around. You always have been."
You paused, letting her words sink in. You didn't think she felt the same way about you, but now, you were reconsidering. You realized now that you had been staring at her in silence for a long time now, admiring the way the low glow of the torches made her eyes shine, and the red shade of her hair glimmer.
You slowly reached out, putting your hand on top of hers, not daring to squeeze yet, just making the contact. Wanda's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. She just looked up at you, anticipating your words.
Your voice was shaky, but your tone was undeniably absolute as you spoke, "You have always been my favorite person to be around. When we were kids, it was fun, but as we grew, I began to feel… more… for you. Feelings I never experienced before, and haven't experienced with anyone else since."
You felt her hand move to squeeze yours. Confirmation to keep speaking. "When I saw you lying there in the damp grass, looking all pretty, my heart beat faster. When I watch you take off your dresses after balls, I feel all tingly. And when I see all these horrible suitors being shoved down your throat… I just want to kill them."
You were trembling slightly now, your eyes darting between Wanda's hand clutching yours, and her eyes that were now brimmed with tears. You continued, "Though I am far from a king, I will love you better than any could. My heart has beaten solely for you since we were just twelve, and though I know I am unworthy, I will love you for the rest of our days, if you would be so kind as to let me."
Wanda sobbed as you finished speaking, and didn't waste a moment in pulling you into her arms for a hug. She didn't care about your silly jester outfit, or the fact that her makeup was ruined, the only thing that mattered in this moment was you. She pulled back, gentle hands cupping your face as she spoke, "Y/N. Do not even dare to say that. You are more worthy of my heart than any prince in all the world."
She pulled back before leaning in once more, roughly pressing her lips against yours. Neither of you had kissed before, so it was slightly messy, but it couldn't have been more perfect. Once you both reluctantly pulled away for air, she continued, "You are the only man deserving of me. You know my heart, my soul, and do not shy away from me when I have problems or life gets hard. Let my parents laugh, let them banish us from the kingdom if they wish. As long as I have you, I will be the happiest woman in all the world."
You couldn't help but beam. The woman you had loved for years was all yours now. You were possessive, your hands going to wrap around her as you gazed into her beautiful eyes. You knew that you wanted to do this properly, so you slowly got down on one knee and began to speak, "Princess Wanda Django Maximoff of the Kingdom of Sokovia, will you give me the honor of taking my hand in marriage? I promise to cherish and love you until we take our last breaths."
It was the line that princes and noblemen said whenever they asked for a princess's hand in marriage, but to Wanda, it never sounded more perfect than it did coming out of your mouth. She bit her lip, nodding happily as she answered, "It would be the honor of my life, my sweet jester. You have my heart and soul for eternity and beyond."
You got up from your knee, standing up and pulling her up with you to give her a proper kiss. Wanda melted into it, her arms wrapping around your neck to pull you even closer.
Many minutes had now passed since you two had snuck out, and servants of the castle had begun to look for you. Wanda didn't want to be caught, she wanted to announce this herself, so she proudly took your arm and walked back inside of the ballroom.
Everyone could infer what had happened in the garden from the way Wanda was holding your arm, only couples clung to each other in such a way. Wanda saw the horrified looks on her parents' faces, but she thought nothing of it. She simply, proudly announced to them, "I have found my suitor. If you wish to punish me, then do so. My mind will not be changed."
Some other partygoers had heard her confession and the whole ballroom broke out in scandalized chatter, but neither of you paid any attention to it. As Wanda led you up towards her private quarters, as she had done so many times before, you both knew that this was just… right. It was always meant to be you and her.
As you laid beside each other in her extravagant bed, lost in each other's embraces, you quietly murmured, "My wife."
In return, Wanda kissed the tip of your nose, whispering, "My husband," as she pulled away.
You knew the road to marriage and a life together would come with obstacles, but in this moment, neither of you could bring yourselves to care. You each had true love, and that was stronger than anything that would ever try to get in your way.
Summary: Wanda likes to think she doesn’t get jealous. Your colleague helped her change her mind.
W/C: 5.404 k
A/N: First of all, thank you to the lovely member of the writing community I've found for proofreading and for giving me feedback. I can’t stress this enough but without any help I wouldn’t be able to progress, ily and thank you <3 (that also goes to my mutuals and friends) Secondly, it was time for me to write a jealous fic after ranting about it. And this heatwave is getting to me so…
Notes: Smut, intimacy (I cannot write anything without it), light angst, lots of fluff, aftercare because it is always needed. Service top reader propaganda.
She carefully watched you and the woman you were talking to from afar. Mara, you said her name was. Some lawyer you had briefly collaborated with in Hell’s Kitchen. She seemed sharp, and honestly, she was attractive. She was the kind of person Tony would want to impress. You had told her she had connections with one of the investors her boss wanted to pursue. It answered half of the many questions she had.
One of them was, was it normal for Mara to be that touchy with you? She was certain none of her teammates ever smiled or glanced at her like that, especially in a gala intended to appease relationships with Tony’s associates.
If only she could leave. Were this any other setting, like a movie night or team-building exercise, she would’ve stayed long enough, then asked if you could sneak away with her. But even at a setting like this, she was still on the job. It’s not like she could exit…
…Or she could. She had been there long enough. No one would reprimand her if she stepped away.
Some investor was talking her and Steve’s ears off about how close he was with Tony, and she had to pretend she cared before it could damage the team’s image or whatever it was Tony warned them about.
“...I got to drive one of his cars a long time ago. Can you believe it? Me. Driving Tony’s car,” he cackled, “Tony Stark. Damn. I’m a couple of steps closer to being a celebrity.”
Steve uncomfortably muttered an agreement. She couldn’t really focus on what he said. Her eyes drifted to you again and—oh. This was interesting.
Your colleague went from touching you with her eyes to full-on holding your shoulder. Physically. With her hand.
An ugly feeling crawled through her. She thought jealousy was a flaw and told herself she wouldn’t have to worry about that with you. But now? She needed a reminder.
“Excuse me, I have to look for someone. It was nice talking to you.”
She plastered on her best “You’re boring me, but I can’t say that, so I’ll be polite and leave” smile. Steve began to say something, and she should be guilty for leaving him alone with someone who loved the sound of his own voice, but she didn’t. Your “colleague” was being particularly weird.
It wasn’t a question of jealousy anymore. It was weird, since it was clear Mara had other intentions than being friends.
She practically stomped her way through the crowd, apologising whenever she bumped into a few partygoers, pretending not to hear them when they called her back. She had other things to do. Like simmering down her distaste before either of you could pick up on it.
Obvious jealousy was graceless. As much as she wanted to gloat over your relationship, she still had some decency left.
“Hey,” she slid up beside you, “I wondered if you got lost.”
You giggled and pulled her closer. Instinctively, she leaned against you close enough for anyone to understand the message.
“Oh, hi,” she greeted, “I’m Wanda. Their girlfriend.”
Mara raised an eyebrow, “I’m Mara.”
She had the nerve to chuckle and act surprised? Was flirting with someone who was in a relationship funny?
“I’m so sorry to interrupt. But we have an issue to fix.” She had a tight-lipped smile as she dragged her words in a voice that was too saccharine.
You frowned, “Like…now, now?”
“Now.”
“Okay. Yeah, we’ll—we’re leaving,” you blurted, “Bye Mara–”
She pulled your hand, determined to get away from this woman. As much as she had told herself to be the bigger person, she hated how easily she made you laugh, how smug she was. Like she knew you better.
You followed without questioning her. She was probably tired and aggravated; these events tend to last the entire night. Anyone would get overwhelmed. Hoping no one had the idea to use the lift, she pressed the button, intending to go to your room. She had no more intention of being diplomatic. The chatter and music faded in the distance as she opened the door. You walked in and switched off the lights.
“Are you okay?” You cautiously asked, “The guy you talked to looked annoying.”
“I’m fine,” she hummed, “Surprisingly, he wasn’t as annoying as your friend, who seemed very friendly.”
She spoke as if she had a bitter taste in her mouth. You nervously scanned her features—her lips were pressed in a thin line, her face eerily cool, the same expression you’d often see during missions.
“Who, Mara? Mara’s just—”
“A colleague.” She scoffed. “Yeah. Just a colleague, right?”
As soon as you stepped into the hallway, she went straight for your bedroom. You glanced at the couch, wondering if that’s where you might end up sleeping tonight. You heard her muttering curses in the dressing room as she shuffled around.
All of a sudden, you needed an executioner to guide you into the dressing room. You silently watched her as you leaned against the doorway, your brain going through everything you might’ve possibly done wrong. The evening started normally. You helped each other get dressed and listened to the old rock cassette you had lying around. She didn’t seem annoyed then. Neither was she annoyed when you had to be temporarily separated.
So then, what was it?
After talking to a few world leaders, you moved on and talked to Mara. Mara, who apparently was friendly and…Oh.
The realisation hit you once. Then twice. Wanda was jealous.
Truth be told, it was a terrifying look on her. Beautiful, but terrifying.
Still, you cleared your throat as you mentally gathered all the courage you needed to ask the question.
You fought back a smile, not believing this was happening. “Are you jealous?”
It was a simple question. She knew she had to answer it, but she couldn’t. Images of you and Mara, ones she wanted out of her head, were piling up. Her pride was foolishly getting in the way.
“I’m not jealous. You had a life before you met me, right?”
Her tone was razor-sharp, and you felt every cut of it.
You crossed your arms, staring down at the floor and counting the patterns. How did you even get into this situation in the first place? Sure, you’d had disagreements before. About your safety, a reckless action, or something related. It never reached this extent.
“You shouldn’t be.” You muttered. “I never saw her that way, even before meeting you.”
“It’s a good thing I’m not then.”
She frustratingly tried to reach the zip behind her dress. The image of Mara was still planted in her mind. Her hands around you, you smiling at her, her leaning in to—
“Do you need help with that?”
She should be pissed. Hell, she wasn’t even mad at you; It’s just—how could you be so damn oblivious to someone who was into you?
But the way your voice was soft, almost hesitant, almost made her forget about everything. Almost.
“Whatever,” your girlfriend grumbled, “Help me if you want.”
Pushing yourself out of the doorway, you bit back a grin. You gestured for her to turn around.
She was wearing the prettiest outfit ever. It was green, sheer. The hem hung just above her legs. It was so her. When she wasn’t watching, you tried to admire her every second you could, to the point of having a UN delegate asking what was distracting you so much. How could she be jealous when she was the only one you were pathetically in love with?
“Do you need any help?” she mocked, in that knowingly sarcastic tone of hers.
“I got it,” you whispered.
Your fingers found the zipper, slowly revealing every inch of her skin. You had to hold yourself back from following its path with your hand.
“You’re beautiful.” You admired.
If it were up to you, you’d drop to your knees without any further question.
She heard the reverence in your voice, how soft it was. It shouldn’t have been reassuring enough for her…But it felt like enough.
“You already said that,” she rolled her eyes, “Many times.”
The dress pooled at her feet. You held her waist and helped her step out of it. When she turned to face you, your knees went weak.
It doesn’t matter how many times you have seen her like this. It felt like the first time. It always did.
“It doesn’t feel like enough,” you paused, “It’s one of the many things I love about you. You’re incredibly smart, caring, and, so, so…”
You took a step closer, your eyes flickering between hers. You captured every detail of them, their shade of green capturing you in a spell. Her breath hitched under the weight of your gaze. It wasn’t just lustful—it was reverent, adoring. She tried to push down the flush that was creeping on her neck, but failed. How could she stand a chance when you were looking at her like she was the only person in your universe?
“...Ridiculous,” your hands found her hips, her skin shivering at your touch, “But I still love it. How your pride often gets in the way of your reasoning…”
“I’m not…” she attempted, “I’m not prideful.”
You chuckled, “And how you have trouble admitting things, but that’s okay. I will prove whatever other truth you need me to, in any way.”
This could be the reminder she needed.
You didn’t sound angry, pleading or exasperated. It was something more than that, a certain determination. Your hands didn’t leave her body as they carefully slid up her sides, momentarily tracing her collarbones, her neck, her cheek. You love how you can feel the heat of her skin, how it can burn you down.
“I don’t care about her.” Your fingers found the strap of her bra, lightly playing with it. “And if she oversteps, I’ll let her know.”
“For fu…I’m not jealous.” She sputtered. “Why would I be?”
“You’re going to need more than that to convince me,” you whispered against her skin, catching the goosebumps her flesh erupted.
“Do you need a picture to see how I really felt about her?”
“I don’t need one. Not when I can see how much you’re affected,” you argued.
You stepped back away from her, much to her disappointment. She tried to reach for your hands, but you easily dodged her.
“It’s not going to work like that.”
She wished she could kiss that smirk off your face. You were rarely smug, if ever. At the same time, it’s not like she didn’t deserve it. She was being…difficult.
The facts were true. She hated how close Mara got to you, but saying that out loud was too embarrassing. It’s not like you were teenagers.
She closed her eyes, slowly inhaling, “How can I make it work?”
“By being truthful, Wanda. Confront me if you need to. But do it the right way. Don’t shut me out.”
She opened her eyes to yours. You were undressing, slowly taking off every article. She hated how much it distracted her.
Honesty. Right.
“I guess I was…”. She shut her mouth. “I was…”
You shrugged off your blazer, waiting for her answer. You knew she was looking at you. And you were eating every single moment of it. You ripped off your bowtie, not caring where it landed. You could’ve sworn you heard a sigh when you unfastened the button of your shirt.
“Take your time.”
The last piece of your clothing— your suit pants—fell to the floor. It’s like you were doing this on purpose, getting her to talk when you were half-naked in front of her, smirking like you knew exactly what she was thinking. You were still patient enough to give her the time she needed, moving around the dressing to take off your jewellery.
She spoke up again. It was no use pretending anymore, “I don’t like seeing other people get close to you like that,” she rushed, “It’s…I can’t stop myself from imagining someone would take you away from me. I mean, you never laugh like that around me. She’s funnier. Stable. The opposite of me. I don’t joke like that with you and…As much as everyone calls me a hero, I don’t exactly have a clean past.”
She couldn’t hold your gaze anymore. As much as telling the truth felt freeing, embarrassment still lingered, hanging on her like humidity—icky and uncomfortable. She supposes that’s what it’s like to confront situations.
You dropped all pleasantries, wanting to hold her in your arms, reassure her. It wasn’t exactly your fault, but you should partly take responsibility.
“Wanda…”
This time, you gravitated to her, holding her close to you. She sighed at the contact, pulling you impossibly closer. The contact of your skin against hers was a pleasant burn.
“No one, nothing could ever take me away from you. The way I laughed with her is nothing compared to how I am with you. You’re a better partner, a better comedian…”
She lifted her head from the crook of your neck to meet your eyes—playful, bright, but earnest.
“You made mistakes. We all did. What’s important is to acknowledge them and try to be better. And I see you’re doing just that. Every day.”
You held her hands, intertwining her hands in yours, “It won’t ever stop me from being with you. There’s no one else I could ever imagine being with. I’m sorry that I didn’t speak up fast enough. If she ever starts again, I’ll shut her down.”
“Thank you.” She exhaled. “I guess I’m being dramatic…”
“Your feelings aren’t dramatic,” you brought her closer, “I’m glad you were honest with me. I’ll tell her to back off if ever she starts again.”
She looked down at your hands, the warm touch healing her racing thoughts.
It’s like she could finally think clearly again. It was all she needed to hear, a simple reassurance.
“You’re not just saying that, are you?”
“I’m not. I promise.”
“Good,” she nudged her nose against yours, “Because I don’t think she understood.”
“I only want you,” you assured.
She tilted her head, softly grazing her lips against yours, “Then show me.”
You stepped back, peering into her eyes. She was about to apologise for overstepping when your hand cradled her cheek. She leaned into your touch, sighing deeply when you closed the little distance left between you. Each touch was soft, feather-light. She wrapped her arms around your neck, following your every movement. With one last look, you captured her lips with yours.
Your kiss was passionate. Firm, yet gentle. You caressed her greedily wherever your hands found purchase, wanting to prove to her how much you meant what you said. Your lips left hers, trailing down to her neck, softly dragging your teeth. Her fingers dug into your scalp, holding you where she wanted to. Your floral scent, the taste of the fruity alcohol you had been drinking and your sounds—it invaded her senses, nearly leaving her intoxicated.
“Wait, wait,” she panted.
You pulled away, eyes widened, “Are you okay—”
“I’m fine, I just…I would like…I want to take over. Do you…Do you want that?”
She hesitated, fumbling with her words. Usually, you always took the lead. But she was feeling so many things all at once that she needed to clear them out.
Your silence scared her. She went too far this time—
“I’d like that,” you nodded, “I trust you.”
That was all she needed to hear. She pushed you out of the dressing room, all the way to your shared room. The back of your knees hit the mattress, making you huff as you fell backwards.
You leaned on your elbows, chest rising and falling rapidly as she crawled towards you.
“Are you sure?” she whispered against your lips, “I won’t hold back.”
You shook your head nervously, “I don’t want you to.”
With your last granted permission, red strings guided you to the pillows. You looked at her now-turned-red irises, shocked but not displeased at her abilities. Her irises were red, like they were leading you to an unknown fate. She looked amused as you marvelled at them. It was rare that she’d use her powers, but whenever she did, you treated them with reverence, like it was something to be respected.
She settled on your hips, straddling you. Your eyes were all over her—the flush rising on her bare chest, the pulse on her neck, how her irises momentarily shifted between red and their usual green.
This was the spell you wanted to be trapped in.
“If there’s anything you feel uncomfortable with, stop me.”
You hummed, not knowing how to speak, not when you had her like this. She visibly disapproved, softly gripping your jaw back to her.
“I need to hear you.”
“Yeah, I—I will.”
Your face heated at her hum of approval. This was the first time you’d ever switched dynamics. It’s not something you were against, but you’d lie if you said you weren’t a little anxious. Though it went away at the thought of it being for her. For the both of you, if you were honest. She leaned forward again, not wasting time to capture her lips with yours. It wasn’t as gentle as before. It was urgent. She swallowed every one of your sounds, each flick of her tongue against yours, each gentle bite of your lips left your abdomen swirling with desire. You needed her.
You pulled apart for air, only to end up choking on your breath when her lips quickly moved to your jaw. You felt her teeth tracing your neck, a sharp sting rapidly soothed by the trace of her tongue that silenced any remaining thoughts you had. All you could feel, all you could hear, was her. When she rolled her hips against yours, you couldn’t fight back from letting her name escape your lips. She chuckled darkly, repeating her movements. A pang of desire shot right through you. She felt the same way, except she was better at hiding it. Though she thinks she wouldn’t be able to hold herself back anymore if you utter her name in a way only you have the right to.
You lightly squeezed her hips, asking her a silent question. Much to your disappointment, she batted them away.
“No touching.”
“Wanda…”
“You said I could take the lead.”
“Yes, but I…I just…”
You should’ve been embarrassed by how pathetic you sounded, but you were too far gone to care.
“You just what,” she teased.
“Now you’re being rude,” you exasperated, “It’s unfair.”
Her eyes narrowed. Your subtle plea had almost got to her—almost. Any other day, and she’d allow it without another thought, but she had to show some resistance, as much as it was crumbling by the second.
“I’ve been fair enough.”
She climbed off you, pushing you back when you tried to follow her. You had the suspicion she was enjoying this a bit too much.
You watched as her fingers hooked under the waistband of her underwear, slowly sliding it down her legs. She continued to remove her bra at that same, excruciating pace. You wanted to beg her to hurry up. To ask if you could help her. But you kept your composure…She saw how much you tried to be patient. Your eyes were all over her, your mouth slightly opened as you helplessly stared at her. All the while, there was a voice in your mind shouting for you to say something. It worsened when she climbed on your lap again. She slid up the hem of your shorts, settling on your thigh. You gasped when you felt her on your skin. Any ability to think or even speak properly was long gone.
“You can talk, you know?” she quipped.
Your mind was going haywire. She didn’t even have to read your thoughts to know what you were feeling at this moment.
“Words can’t come close to what I’m thinking right now,” you blubbered, “You’re so…I mean you’re…I want to…”
“Take your time,” she cooed, “We have all night.”
You weren’t bothered speaking anymore. Not that it really mattered—her lips crashed against yours. The way you kissed her told her everything you wanted to say. She breathed your name against your lips, and your body went weak at how desperate she sounded, as much as she tried to hide it.
Your hands were still by your sides as she guided the pace of the kiss. You decided you’d have some form of control. Even if you were on the receiving end of things, you had the right to be a little daring. You tensed your thigh and gripped the sheets at the sound of her breath hitching. Her hands moved up to your shoulders as she slowly ground her hips against you, attempting to get any pleasure she could get without your help. She had an ego to protect and didn’t want to admit you were winning.
“Wanda, please,” you exhaled against her lips, “Let me…”
You felt her smirk against your lips. She had already won—but you won’t let it slide that easily.
“Oh? Now you can talk?”
You grumbled, hating how much you loved her slightly condescending tone. It affected you more than it should’ve.
“I want to…Please, let me help you. I’ll do anything, I—”
“Anything?” she shot you an expectant look.
You went to nod, speaking up when she shot you an expectant look.
“Anything.”
Her hands found your chest, feeling the tremors of your racing heart. They moved up, slightly toying with your skin. You tilted your head back, allowing her to explore your skin. She trailed her lips up the column of your throat, overwhelming you with pleasure.
“I want you to taste me,” she whispered, nipping your skin one last time.
Your brain was too fogged with desire to answer clearly. Before she could blink, you switched your positions by rolling her around so you had her beneath you. She’d only see you move this fast during missions. You were eager yet careful.
You leaned back, admiring her. Her dilated pupils, the flush of her skin…
“What’s wrong?” she chuckled nervously.
You exhaled, “I’m just so lucky to have you.”
She fought back a smile. Your eyes were all over her. She fidgeted beneath your gaze, as if she could physically feel it on her skin.
“Stop exaggerating…”
“I’m not,” you shook your head, “You’re surreal. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”
She cupped your cheek, feeling the heat on your face. “You’re too good for me.”
“You deserve more than that.” You took her hand. “I’ll say it for as long as you need me to.”
A rush of emotions flowed through her. It was clear she had nothing to worry about. Not anymore. Not when you were looking at her like she was something to be worshipped.
You gently let go of her hands, moving to kiss the tip of her nose, her chin, her jaw. You lightly nipped her skin as you trailed your lips to her neck. The pace was so glacial that her nails dug into the skin of your shoulder in silent demand. Moving to her chest, you kissed every patch of her skin—each mole, freckle and scar was treated with care. When you reached her lower abdomen, you pried her legs open, trailing your lips on each side.
“Enough,” she grunted.
You held her warning glare as you placed her legs on either side of your head, resting on your shoulders. Her hips jolted upwards with the first careful flick of your tongue against her bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. It took every cell in your body not to moan her name. It didn’t care how many times you already had her like this. The taste of her would forever be your undoing.
Thinking you finally listened to her command, she left one hand to fist the sheets, and moved the other to your head to stabilise you. You retracted last minute, the corners of your eyes crinkling in pure defiance.
“Do it right,” she hushed out, voice wavering, “I’m not going to say it again.”
She tried to be stern but couldn’t—her mind was constantly floating between anticipation and pleasure. It didn’t help that your eyes were crinkling with defiance.
You wanted to make her wait. Not to torture her, but to make her understand. She’s the one you want to spend every second of your life with, until your last drawing breath. Even if you’d find her in whatever universe she’s in.
“Someone’s impatient,” you smirked, “Since when did you get demanding?”
“Just hurry…” she pleaded, “If you don’t, I’ll take care of it myself.”
It was not a simple threat. You knew it was a promise. As much as you’d love to see it, you didn’t want to make her wait anymore.
You made your descent towards her core again, this time not retracting. You couldn’t fight back your moans anymore; her taste was overriding your senses. It made you latch on to her, like a craving you were forbidden from having, finally finding sustenance after being starved.
Hisses and curses fell from her lips at your eager devotion. She didn’t realise her hips were moving on their own, shamelessly rocking against your face as she chased her pleasure with greed.
“You’re perfect,” you groaned against her, “So beautiful…”
She moaned something in return, an unintelligible praise. Whatever it was, you gratefully accepted it.
Each roll of her hips made the blissful stir in your abdomen deepen. You lifted your eyes to her face. The sight of her twisting in pleasure made your heart race wildly. She was like a dream only you had the right to have.
“Look at me,” you demanded.
She fluttered her eyes open, meeting your own dilated pupils. You moved your hand to her lower abdomen, the pressure making a pleasant heat blossom.
Your praises had helped push her to the edge, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more. For your own pleasure.
You ran your hands up her thigh, clearing your throat to get your voice back, “Is this okay—”
“Please.” She pleaded.
That was the only answer you needed.
You slowly slid in your index finger, groaning at her expressed desire. You couldn’t make her wait any longer, your body moved on autopilot as your fingers gently curled into her. Her gasps made you uncontrollably rock your hips uncontrollably against the mattress, not that you really cared—still, you wanted more.
“Can you take another?” you challenged.
She nodded, biting her lip as she tried to push down the louder sounds. You would tease her for not speaking if you weren’t too busy trying to hold back your own sounds of pleasure.
You carefully slid another finger into her, keeping out the steady rhythm you built, encouraging her to wrap her thighs around your head, to rightfully steal your oxygen.
“You’re doing so good for me…”
She was your entire world, and there wasn’t a line in it that you wouldn’t cross for her.
“Please don’t stop—”
You didn’t stop at anything.
“I won’t,” you cooed, “You’re taking me so well…Look at you.”
Your tongue, your fingers, your praises relentlessly worked on her. The heat was building at the pit of her stomach. It flared again, a familiar pressure threatening to break loose. Her cries got louder, your name freely falling from her lips. You didn’t care about the potential noise complaints.
“I can’t hold it,” she sobbed.
You softly hushed her, “Let go for me…I want to see you unravel.”
You needed her. Her taste. Her feel around your fingers. You needed it more than life itself. With one last thorough flick of your tongue, you thrust your gingers deep into her, feeling her fall apart in your hands. You drank her in as both curses in both Sokovian and English mingled in her mouth.
“You’re so beautiful, Wanda,” you whispered against her.
You pushed her further over the edge by maintaining a steady rhythm, only relenting the pressure on her apex to whisper soft praises to her.
“You taste so good,” you moaned, “and feel so good around me.”
Not until her hips dropped heavily back down on the mattress did you relieve some of the tension. But you kept your lips against her as you let your fingers stay inside her, tracing slow, soft circles to wring the last of pleasure from her. Her body spasmed a final time, and she used it as a pretence to move away from you, it was too much. You smiled, satisfied with yourself as you let her believe that you did not notice.
Her hair was sprawled across the pillows, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to steady herself. You helped calm her by soothingly rubbing her legs, waiting for her to get down from her high. She was like a beautiful disaster. When her breathing slowed and she opened her eyes to meet yours, she reached for your hand. The sight of your glistening lips, your darkened gaze, how hypnotised you were—it got to her.
“Come here…”
You allowed her to pull you upwards, her lips meeting yours in a clumsy, uncoordinated, yet intoxicating kiss. She sighed at her taste on your lips, holding you impossibly close.
“Are you okay?” you breathed, not able to move away from her.
“More than okay.” She laughed breathlessly. “You were…I mean…Thank you.”
“No, thank you.”
You carefully shifted your position, laying her on your chest. She hummed tiredly as her eyes slipped shut. The beat of your heart helped ground her. Your hands scratched lightly on her scalp as you thanked her again for trusting you with her body, whispering soft promises you already made—and will keep.
“Thank you for trusting me with your body,” you said softly as your hands came up to her head and your fingers entangled themselves in her hair. “Thank you for letting me worship you. For letting me please you.”
After a while, you helped clean her, wiping down her body. You trace the marks you left behind, a heat rising to your face at the sight of them. She found your sheepishness amusing as you stopped to admire them. You then went to clean yourself and brought back comfortable clothes for both of you, giving Wanda your shirt, at her instructions. Your clothes never looked better than they did on her.
You then went to the kitchen—promising her that you wouldn’t be gone for long—and brought back her favourite snacks and two bottles of water. She felt a little ashamed for not doing anything, but you reassured her, telling her it was normal and that you would never neglect her comfort. It was true. You loved taking care of her.
For the rest of the evening, she was in your arms. You helped her take small sips of water and fed her small bites of food. Eventually, you drifted to sleep, with her head on your chest again. Your legs were intertwined as you refused to let go of the other.
“I love you,” you mumbled sleepily, “I’ll let Mara know that—”
“Shh, we’ll talk about that tomorrow…I think she’ll get the message anyway.” She traced the marks adorning your neck, unable to control how satisfied she was. “I love you too.”
You lazily kissed her forehead as you brought her closer, “Tomorrow. Sure. We’ll also have to apologise to Tony.”
“I’m sure he didn’t notice our absence. If he did, I’ll just tell him I got tired.”
“Right. Definitely tired,” you ironised.
“Shut up,” she playfully hit your chest, “Just say I was tired or—”
“So tired that you had to bring me to our room and—”
“You will sleep on the couch if you finish that next sentence.”
“Fine, fine. I’m shutting up now.”
The last thing you heard was Wanda whispering plans to spray her perfume on your clothes, to paint one of your nails with each other’s respective nail polish and for you to wear her old rings.
Or maybe it was a dream she was projecting onto your subconscious. Whatever it was, you’d still follow her, even in your sleep.
Can we get a part 2 for 'double the fun' i really love seeing dom reader there is not much of it
I'm open to it, but I've been thinking about this ask, and I genuinely have no ideas about what I would even do for a part two or how I would set it up.
If anyone has ideas, pls lmk 😔🙏 I'll keep considering this
Thinking about MILF Wanda who cuts her hair and is scared you're not gonna be attracted to her anymore, only for you to immediately prove her wrong. (inspired by a conversation with @sunalianovna :) )
Wanda had been a little restless ever since her sons moved out for college. She didn't know what to do with herself now that her life was so much quieter, and she needed a change.
She had you, of course, you helped her feel young, but she felt like she just really needed to mix something up in her life.
So, she decided to get a haircut. Her long, red hair had been her staple since her sons were born; it had been straight, curly, and everything in between, but it had never been short.
Originally, she was just going to go for shoulder length, but when she described her vision and wants to her hairstylist, she recommended something even shorter.
Wanda held her tears back until she was back in her car. Her hair had been cut up to her neck; fortunately, it was still wavy and had some volume, but now she just felt... old. Ugly. The opposite of how she wanted this haircut to make her feel.
Your eyes widened when your girlfriend arrived home and walked through the door. She looked gorgeous. You never imagined hair like this on her, but you were instantly a fan.
You stood up, mouth opening to tell her how pretty she was, when she held her hand up and looked away from you. "Don't look at me, darlin'. I don't want you to see me like this."
You froze, immediately confused. She looked stunning, why didn't she want you to see her? You tilted her head up, and, reluctantly, she let you. You took a moment to admire her new look, examining the way the new cut framed her face and made her eyes pop. "Wanda... you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Wanda laughed in her signature bitter way, shaking her head and pushing your hand away from her chin. "Don't you lie to me. I just look even more like an old lady now than I did before."
She pushed past you, walking towards the kitchen. She poured herself some tea to try to soothe herself, but she just gazed into the cup, not drinking anything. You approached her again, ready to console her, when she spoke first, her voice shakier than you'd ever heard it before. "How can you still want me like this? I'm an old woman who now looks the part. You should be with some sweet thing, one of them girls the boys are at college wi-"
You pressed your lips to hers, not allowing her to finish that foolish sentence. You wouldn't let her continue to think like this. When you pulled away, she looked startled, but her cheeks were also blooming with that adorable blush you loved so much. "Don't you dare, Wanda. Put me in a room with a hundred girls my age, and I'm still choosing you."
You cupped her face in your hands, one hand going up to run through her now short hair. "You look so goddamn beautiful like this, I don't even have the words for it. You are my woman, Wanda, whether your hair goes down to your feet or you have no hair at all."
You watched her tear up, soon flinging her arms around your neck and pulling you close. She cried into your shoulder for a few moments, and you just held her. As her sobs quieted, she mumbled, "You really mean that?"
You nodded, a grin spreading across your face as you thought up just the way to prove it to her. As you lifted her up onto the counter, kneeling between her legs, you answered, "Every word of it."
As Wanda threw her head back, her hair no longer getting in her way as she got lost in the pleasure you gave her, she knew she had nothing to fear. You always found the best ways to show your love and soothe her heart.
Once she came, crying out your name and leaning back against the kitchen cabinets, she was actually grateful that her hair wasn't in her face and sticking to her back. Bust most importantly, as you stood up, you had a look on your face that said you were far from done with her.
Maybe this haircut did have some benefits, after all.
Summary: Wanda wakes up feeling sticky and confused, and only you know how to make that achy feeling go away.
Tags: R is a binary trans man, R has phalloplasty, Corruption, Grinding, Marking, Pussy Eating, Praise, Begging, Daddy Kink, Vaginal Sex, Emotional Sex, Creampie
A/N: This is the last fic for this year's collection of Dom, Binary Trans Men fics for Pride Month :) I will continue to write for that kind of reader, of course, but it felt extra special this month and I really enjoyed doing it. This fic is also personal to me, which is why I used it as the finale. Enjoy!
Today was one of those weird mornings. Wanda woke up feeling all wet and sticky between her legs and she had no idea why. Her back was pressed against your front, her ass against your cock, and every time she shifted, she felt another jolt of sensation between her legs.
She didn't understand it. This had been happening more and more often now that she had moved into your room and started sharing the same bed as you. She'd feel you pressing against her and her pussy would just get all achy.
She tried to make it go away by gently rubbing against you, but that only seemed to make it worse. She could feel the slickness beginning to coat her thighs now. She rolled over, looking at you to see if you were still asleep.
Big mistake. Seeing you all sleepy and handsome just made her throb even more. Wanda's eyes raked over your beefy frame, admiring the way the dull morning light made the scars on your chest glimmer slightly. She whimpered, leaning forward and nuzzling her face against your broad chest, taking in your scent and sturdiness.
"Y/N?" she quietly mumbled, her face buried in your chest as she straddled your thigh, gently rocking against it to try to get some relief. She needed you to wake up, needed you to explain what was happening to her.
You were a heavy sleeper, but you were also very attuned to your girlfriend's needs. You blinked your eyes open as she mumbled your name a second time, taking in the scene.
You felt Wanda pressed up against you, needy and clingy as she always was in the mornings. But then you felt the motion against your thigh and the wetness that bypassed the thin scrap of her panties. You heard her trying to hold back little whimpers, and then it all clicked for you. Wanda needed to be fucked.
You sat up now, your big hands going to her hips and gripping them tightly. You slowed her grinds, bringing one hand up to her chin to make her look into your eyes as you asked, "What's going on, sweet girl?"
Wanda bit her lip, trying to avoid eye contact with you. She was so shy, and what she was feeling just seemed so… dirty. She blushed a deep pink when you spoke again, "Look at me, love. You know you can tell me anything."
Wanda slowly brought her eyes up from your chest to your eyes, and just due to her nature, she gave the most coy and shy answer possible, "I just… I feel weird."
You gave her a gentle smile, knowing it was going to take some work to get a good answer out of her. "Weird how, baby? Can you describe what feels weird?"
Wanda looked down once more, trying to avoid your gaze. She felt so embarrassed that she was even telling you this at all. "It feels weird… between my legs. I woke up sticky."
Finally. Now you were getting somewhere. You reached a hand down, gently rubbing one finger over her crotch, causing her to jolt and whimper again. "Is this where it feels weird, princess?"
Wanda nodded, her hands coming up to grip your shoulders to steady herself. "M-mhm! I woke up and it felt sticky down there, and I don't know why. When I rub myself against you, it only makes it worse!"
God, she was so adorable. You just wanted to ravish her right now, but you knew you had to be gentle. You pulled her closer to you so that she was now sitting completely in your lap, your hands sliding under her oversized t-shirt (one she stole from you) and running along her curves. You spoke in a gentle, understanding tone as you soothed her. "Ohhh, okay, love. I understand. Can I ask you a question, though?"
Wanda nodded, pressing herself as close to your body as she possibly could, gently shivering from your touches. "Y-yeah. Of course."
"Did you have any weird dreams last night?" you asked, pausing your touches to look up at her so she knew that she had your full attention.
Wanda paused, thinking about it. Her nose scrunched adorably in confusion as she thought back to her dreams, and then, once they came to her, a blush dawned across her face. "Uh… yeah. I had one that was… kinda weird, I guess."
You nodded, staying quiet, allowing your girlfriend to continue at her own pace. "Um… I had this dream where I was with you. We were right here in bed, and, uh, you were on top of me. You were making me feel really good, and then I woke up feeling sticky. But what correlation does that even have?"
Wanda was fairly naive, thanks to her sheltered Sokovian upbringing and limited education. Now, as an adult, she often didn't understand nuances or universally recognized concepts that the majority of people did. You were endlessly patient with her, always willing to explain things to her.
You gave her a smile, brushing some hair out of her face that she was using as a way to hide from you. "There is a correlation, baby."
Wanda looked confused, her head instinctively lolling to the side as she tried to figure it out before you explained it. How cute.
"You had something called a wet dream," you continued, "Sometimes, when people have dreams about things that turn them on or they find hot, they wake up feeling aroused."
You reached down, running your fingers along the soaked fabric of her panties. "This stickiness? It's just your body telling you that you're needy, that you want to be touched."
Wanda's face was completely flushed at the explanation you gave, feeling even more embarrassed than she was before, but also so, so needy. She ground herself against your lap again, whining as she felt the ridge of your cock. "O-oh. I… wow, okay."
Fuck, she was so adorable. You just wanted to… eat her up.
Your hands went to her hips, stopping her motions so she could focus on you again. You made her make eye contact once more, her mouth hanging open adorably as you murmured, "Do you want me to make the aching go away, love? Do you want me to help you feel better?"
Wanda nodded dumbly, leaning in so that her head was tucked in the crook of your neck. "Y-yes, please."
You smirked, leaning down to give the top of her head a kiss as you replied, "Okay then, princess. Daddy's gonna make you feel all better."
You then slowly moved Wanda so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, getting down to kneel between her legs once she was in position. You parted her legs slightly, and began to kiss up her soft, creamy thighs as she trembled.
You knew that Wanda was innocent and new to sex, so you had to take it slow. You two had been intimate before, but it usually just led to Wanda cumming within five minutes, getting emotional, and then wanting to cuddle and watch a sitcom. You were always down for whatever she wanted, but this morning, you wanted to really take care of her.
"Spread your legs a little wider for me, pretty girl," you murmured, her thighs instinctively closing around your head before you could even get to where she needed you most. Wanda immediately complied, nervously spreading her legs for you.
Once you'd kissed all the way up to her crotch, you didn't pull her panties off immediately. You wanted to get her there slowly. You reached up, gently rubbing your thumb over the fabric of her panties, right where you knew her clit was. Your ministrations caused her to jolt, a loud, "Oh!" involuntarily leaving her throat.
"Yeah? Does that feel good?" you murmured, continuing to slowly rub over her clit before dragging your thumb further downwards and feeling how wet she was.
Wanda was wearing pretty white panties, and they were so soaked by her own arousal, you could see the outline of her pussy completely clearly. God, she looked delicious, so needy for some touch and friction. "You're so wet, love. You must have had a bunch of naughty dreams, hmm?"
The condescending tone of your voice made Wanda throb, her hand coming down to rest on the top of your head, lightly squeezing your hair. "I… I've been so sticky since I woke up. Please… just make me feel better."
You looked up at her, giving her a wink before reaching up to her hips to pull her panties down. God, she looked even more beautiful all bare like this. Her folds were soaked, her clit hard and throbbing, her cunt looking so empty and needy. You leaned forward, breathing in her scent before placing a slow, soft kiss to her clit. "You're so beautiful, my sweet girl. What a gorgeous pussy. And all for daddy, right?"
Wanda nodded, biting her lip as she pushed her sex closer to your face, trying to get any amount of friction that she could. "Y-yes, daddy. My pussy belongs to you."
Her confirmation made you growl, and you waited no longer, finally attaching your mouth to her clit and beginning to suck. Her body jolted, a high-pitched wail leaving her mouth as the pleasure overtook her. "FUCK! Oh my God…"
You smirked against her cunt at the sound of her pleasure, your tongue traveling downwards to lick a long stripe through her folds, from bottom to top. You felt her hips push closer to your tongue, desperate for more of your touch.
You couldn't help but groan at her taste, you always did. She tasted absolutely divine. You lapped at her pussy hungrily, trying to absorb as much of that sweet tang as you could. "Goddamn, babygirl… you taste like heaven."
Wanda whimpered loudly as the vibrations from your words hit her clit, her hand tightening in your hair. Her thighs wrapped back around your head, but this time, you loved it. She whined, "I… I wanna taste good for you, daddy."
Fuck, she was so eager to please, even when she was the one being pleasured. You couldn't get enough of it. Your tongue then dove into her, pushing as deep inside her heat as it could go. That earned a scream from her, a desperate whine of, "Don't stop!"
You followed that command well, continuing to alternate between licking along her slit, pushing your tongue inside her, and sucking her clit. Her hips were going crazy by now, bucking up to grind against your tongue with each swipe it made.
To stabilize yourself, you reached up, your big hands wrapping tightly around her plush thighs, squeezing them to give her even more sensation. Wanda whined loudly, her fingers tightening in your hair as her thighs began to tremble.
As you sucked particularly hard on her clit, you heard her mumble, "D-daddy? 'M close…"
You let out an involuntary groan, her voice was so needy and sweet, and the feeling of your vocalization on her clit made her thighs clench even tighter. You were able to pull away for just long enough to be able to reply, "Cum, sweet girl. Cum for daddy."
Your permission was enough to send Wanda over the edge, and within seconds, you heard her wailing, "DADDY!" and felt her clit throbbing against your tongue. Your sweet girl was shaking as she came, her soft whimpers gracing your ears as her pussy throbbed, and you happily licked up every single trace of her orgasm.
You pressed a final kiss to her clit before getting up, ready to clean Wanda up and give her aftercare, but you noticed something in her gaze. Her eyes weren't fucked out like they usually were when you two had sex. She still looked hungry.
Speaking of her eyes, they were locked onto your crotch. You were still just wearing the boxers you had slept in, and her eyes were on your bulge. You chuckled, but you wanted to hear it from her, first. "Is something wrong, love? Do you need something else from me?"
Wanda realized you had caught her staring, and though she already looked a mess from cumming, she somehow blushed even more. "I… uh… well…"
She was so shy. So adorable. You walked closer to her, her eyes still focused on the outline of your cock as you approached her. You tilted her head up once more, her big, needy eyes locking onto yours again. "Words, princess. Tell me what you need."
Your prompting always helped her, and Wanda managed to shyly mumble, "I… you made me feel soooo good. I just… I still feel empty, daddy."
God, the sheer need in Wanda's voice should have been illegal. It took everything in you to not just bend her over right then and there, but you wanted to ruin her slowly.
"I can help with that, sweetheart," your murmured as you shifted her position once more, having her lay down on the bed, head in the pillows and her legs still spread wide.
You pulled your boxers down, your soft cock bouncing free. You reached down to where the pump was, squeezing your balls to bring yourself from soft to hard. Wanda bit her lip as she watched; it was a sight that always made her wet, knowing that you were getting yourself hard for her.
Once you were fully hard, Wanda made grabby hands at you, whining, "C'mere, daddy."
You laughed, crawling across the bed so you were on top of her, gazing down into her beautiful eyes. You leaned down to give her a slow, deep kiss, mumbling, "'M here, princess. I'm right here, and I'm ready for you."
You grabbed the base of your cock, sliding it along Wanda's slick folds to get it lubed up and ready for her. Wanda whimpered as the tip bumped against her clit, bucking her hips up to try to pull you inside of her. "Please fuck me," she whined, "Please."
It was impossible for you to say no to that voice, and with one rough thrust, you buried yourself all the way inside of her. The sudden intrusion caused Wanda to cry out, her hands flying up to your broad back to anchor herself.
You let out a deep groan as you felt Wanda clench around you. her warmth pulling you as deep as you could get. You leaned down to kiss her as you began to slowly thrust, growling in her ear, "Fuck, babygirl. Your pussy is perfect."
Wanda let out a giggle that mixed with a moan, her black-pained fingernails digging into your back as she let herself get lost in the pleasure, "'N your cock feels amazing, daddy. You fill me up so good."
You began to thrust faster, the knowledge that you stretched her out working like an aphrodisiac, making you want her even more. Wanda whimpered, "Yes, daddy!" at the quickened pace, and you knew you were making your girl feel amazing.
Wanda loved to feel completely owned by you during sex, so as you fucked her, you leaned down, your mouth latching onto her neck and leaving dark marks that everyone would see tomorrow. Your voice was low and ragged as you spoke, "You're mine. Your heart is mine. Your cunt is mine. It all belongs to me."
Your possessiveness made Wanda clench even harder around you, your intense works making her clit throb. Her fingers dug even harder into your back as she keened, "Fuck, yes. You own me. Mark me. I'm yours."
You groaned at the sheer need in her voice, beginning to fuck her harder. You imagined filling her up, claiming her in the deepest way possible, and it made you twitch inside of her. Your hands went to her hips, holding her in place as you continued to slam into her needy pussy.
Wanda was nearly crying from pleasure at this point, overwhelmed by the feeling of being fucked hard by the man she loved more than anything. One of her hands came down from where it was on your back and gently rubbed along the scar on your forearm from where the skin graft was taken for your phalloplasty. "You're so handsome daddy. I wanna be full of you. Please cum in me."
You nodded, her desperate plea and the way she so reverently touched your scar spurring you on. You pinned her down now, your fingers lacing with hers as you pinned both of her hands to the bed beside her head. "Gonna fill you up, sweet girl. Gonna pump my load so deep inside of you.
Wanda was trembling as a result of the rough pace and your dirty words, some red magic beginning to emanate from her hands, where both of yours were interlocked. That always meant she was close. She whimpered, begging, "Please, please do it…"
Seeing her so needy, so submissive, so spread out and begging for you, a man who never thought he'd find a woman who'd accept him as he is, was enough to push you over the edge. You let out a deep groan as you buried yourself to the hilt inside of her, your cock throbbing as it leaked clear, sticky cum inside of her. "Fuck, Wanda! I love you!"
Feeling you cum inside her was enough to give Wanda her orgasm; the woman trembled, her body shaking and red magic swirls darting out from her body as she wailed your name, cumming for the second time this morning. "Y/N! Daddy! Fuck! I-I love you, too!"
You had been slowly thrusting as she came, helping her through her climax, but once you saw she had calmed down, your thrusts slowed, and you just gazed down at her. Now she had that fucked out look in her eyes that you had been waiting for. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You were such a good girl, baby. Do you feel better now?"
Wanda nodded, her arms reaching up to hug you, pulling you back down on top of her once you let go of her hands. "Much better. You always make that ache go away."
You smiled, admiring her adorable, post-coital expression. You gave her another kiss as you finally rolled off of her, pulling her into your strong embrace. Her favorite place to be.
She sighed deeply as she cuddled into you, her face pressed against your scars like she was first thing this morning. As she drifted back off to sleep, she mumbled, "I know we have an Avengers meeting soon. Shush. That can wait.
And wait it could. Because to you, the only thing that mattered right now was the woman lying in your arms, the woman who saw you as you, and loved you regardless. She was worth more than anything in the entire world.
Pairing: Switch!Natasha Romanoff x Dom!FtM!Reader x Sub!Wanda Maximoff
Word Count: ~7.5k
Summary: Hearing Natasha and Y/N fuck every night through the thin walls of her room drives Wanda crazy. Suddenly, thanks to a misunderstanding and a bit of pervy behavior, Wanda gets an opportunity to join in on their fun.
Tags: R is a binary trans man, R has phalloplasty, Pervy!Wanda (if you squint), Dom!Nat for Wanda, Sub!Nat for Reader, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Threesome, Blowjob, Throat fucking, Cum eating, Praise, Light BDSM Dynamics, Daddy kink (R), Vaginal Sex, Size Kink, Belly Bulge, Creampie, Squirting, Breast Play, Clit Play, Wanda is in Subspace, Overstimulation
A/N: This story was requested by anon and is part of my collection of Dom, Binary Trans Men fics for Pride. :) I lowkey think the second half of this story is better than the first, so if you initially hate it, pls hang in there 😔🙏
It had been torture for Wanda ever since she had moved into the Avengers compound.
She had been thrilled when she found out that the room she was placed in was next to Natasha Romanoff and Y/N's. She was just a wall away from the Black Widow and one of the most powerful super soldiers in the world; she hoped that the proximity would help her make some new friends and maybe even learn a few new combat skills.
She couldn't have been more wrong, though. The only thing she got from the proximity was a pair of drenched panties every night.
Every single night, without fail, Natasha and Y/N made love. A better way to describe it would be to say they fucked, considering how loudly she heard Natasha cry out for them and how she could always hear the headboard slamming against the wall.
She thought that the walls in such a high tech facility would be thicker, but alas, she was stuck hearing Natasha get fucked the way she yearned to every night. But she wouldn't deny that she liked it. Now, she was so used to it that she got sad if she couldn't hear them.
Tonight was particularly intense. Y/N was being extra rough, and Natasha was loving every minute of it. Wanda's skirt was up around her waist, her panties long discarded somewhere across her room as she desperately rubbed her clit.
"Fuck, you love this dick, don't you?" Y/N growled, and Wanda could hear their hand coming down to land on Natasha's ass with a loud smack!
She'd begun fingering herself by that point, and she answered Y/N's question with a whisper so there was no risk of the couple hearing, "Y-yes. I love your cock so much, Y/N."
Natasha, on the other hand, wailed out loudly, "Fuck yes, daddy! You feel so fucking good!"
Y/N grunted in return, their hand coming down on Natasha's ass once more, and Wanda could hear the bed frame slamming against the wall even harder.
God. Wanda's clit throbbed as she imagined how Y/N looked as Natasha called them daddy. Probably feral and sexy. From listening in on the couple for months, she knew all the things that drove Y/N crazy.
Wanda got lost in her own thoughts, imagining Y/N pounding her, begging daddy to go harder, to use her as their cum dump. The thought of being so thoroughly used made Wanda whine, her hand immediately clasping over her mouth, praying neither of the people in the next room over heard her.
Fortunately, they were too lost in their own moment to even consider someone could be listening in. At night, when they were like this, they essentially forgot Wanda even existed.
"Please, please let me cum on your cock, daddy!" Natasha keened, clearly desperate for her orgasm. "I've been such a good girl, please!"
Y/N wasn't the only one who made Wanda's clit throb. Natasha did, too. Wanda would be lying if she said she didn't stare at the woman whenever she had a chance. The Widow had full lips, sensual hips, and curves to die for. Who wouldn't look?
Wanda always got so needy and sticky when she thought about the older woman. She'd imagine grinding against her, rubbing her cunt against Natasha's as the two women squirmed and whimpered into each other's mouths.
She was pulled out of her thoughts once again when she heard Y/N's deep, feral voice command Natasha, "Cum, sweet girl. Cum for daddy. You earned it."
That did it for Wanda. Her pussy throbbed, clenching hard around her fingers as she came, letting out a high pitched whine that was fortunately overshadowed by Natasha screaming "FUCK!" over and over again.
She laid there, panting, her sheets soaked with her own fluids. She turned her head, staring at the wall that separated her from the two people she yearned for. For now, she'd find a way to be content with her own fingers and the sounds of their pleasure.
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Wanda was awoken with a start the next morning at the sound of someone rapping on her door. She had fallen asleep in the same position she had came in last night, skirt bunched up around her waist with nothing covering her underneath.
"Just a moment!" she squeaked out, flying out of bed, scrambling to pick her panties up from where she had tossed them last night and slid them back on. Once she was decent and smoothed her skirt out, looking as presentable as possible for a girl who spent the majority of the night touching herself, she went to open the door.
She froze when she saw that it was the woman she'd spent the whole night listening in on, Natasha Romanoff herself. After gawking for a couple seconds, Wanda stammered, "H-hey, Natasha. What's up?"
Natasha smiled softly at Wanda. Wanda's eyes had gone from Natasha's own to her neck and collarbone, which easily drew the eye, due to the fact that she was absolutely covered in hickeys. Natasha let out a small laugh as she saw the younger woman's eyes dart from her face to her neck, and back again. "What you're staring at is what's up. Y/N and I got a little wild last night, and Fury doesn't tolerate any signs of lovemaking in meetings. I have an info session in fifteen minutes, so I gotta get this covered up. You have any spare concealer?"
Wanda gulped. She had barely heard what Natasha had said. All she had been thinking about were the marks and imagining how amazing it must feel to be marked by Y/N. Once she registered Natasha's question about concealer, she awkwardly turned, inviting Natasha in and beginning to rummage through her makeup bag.
Natasha glanced over her shoulder, peeking at the contents of her bag. The spy at heart never truly went away. Eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick. Definitely fitting for the young woman's emo style.
As for Wanda, she was practically sweating as she dug around for the concealer. She could feel Natasha's eyes on her. She wondered what she was thinking; it felt like Natasha could somehow tell that she had been listening in on she and Y/N last night. God. That thought was just making her more flustered as she desperately shoved different products aside, trying to get to the one Natasha needed.
Finally, she felt the shape of the small bottle of concealer at the bottom of her bag, quickly pulling it out and offering it up to Natasha, almost too eagerly. "Here! Sorry, it was literally at the very bottom of my bag. I hope it works!"
Natasha smiled at her, gazing at Wanda like she was thinking about something more than just concealer. She took it from Wanda's hand, turning it over in her own, examining the shade, before handing it back to her. "You seem pretty good with makeup. Can you put it on for me? It's always such a weird angle, having to cover up hickeys."
A soft blush involuntary spread across Wanda's face at Natasha's request, but she knew she would be a fool to say no. She swallowed hard once again, taking the concealer back and nodding, squeaking out, "Mhm. Sure. Just let me grab a blender."
Wanda turned back to her makeup bag, trying to soothe herself. She'd talked to Natasha many times before, why did she feel so flustered this time? Maybe her crush on the woman was bigger than she thought… Her mind traitorously wandered back to the image of them grinding on each other, and a shiver went through her. She needed to stop. Focus on the moment.
Once Wanda had taken the time to calm herself, feigning difficulty in finding her beauty blender, despite it being at the top of the bag, she made her way back over to Natasha, already sitting at her desk with her makeup light pointed towards her neck. Natasha laughed at how nervous Wanda looked, beckoning her over with an inviting wave of her hand. "Come on, Wanda. I don't bite. Now I only have ten minutes, so let's get this done, and I'll get out of your hair."
Wanda nodded, leaning against the edge of the desk as she squirted some concealer onto the blender, beginning to pat it along the marks on Natasha's neck. Natasha was staring at the younger woman as she worked, but Wanda couldn't handle the redhead's intense gaze, so she opted to look at the marks instead.
She tried to not pay attention to the way her pussy throbbed as she stared at them. She almost hated covering them up, she wanted to stare at the proof of Y/N's passion all day. They were so dark. So intense. So clearly possessive. All she could imagine was being on the receiving end, being pinned to the bed as they laid their claim on her-
"Five minutes, Wanda. We still have half of my neck to go. Chop chop."
Natasha's words snapped her out of it, and she quickly nodded, mumbling, "Sorry," as she reapplied concealer to the blender and patted it into the other side of Natasha's throat.
Wanda had tried to work fast, but she was a perfectionist at heart, and by the time Natasha had to go, there were still a few spots left. The latter quickly checked herself in the mirror, analyzing Wanda's work before speaking, "Thanks for all you did, Wanda. Better than I've ever done, you're dedicated."
She then picked up the concealer, twirling it in her fingers as she continued, "Can I take this? There's a couple spots left, I'll just quickly cover them up using my fingers as I walk there, and I'll return this to you later. That okay?"
Wanda nodded, almost dumbly. She would have said yes to anything Natasha asked of her. "Yeah, of course! No worries, just get to your meeting! I hope it goes well!"
Wanda thought she sounded way too earnest. She wanted to kick herself for it. But Natasha just smiled, pocketing the makeup product as she quickly left Wanda's room, calling out as she walked, "Thanks again for everything, hun! I appreciate it!"
Wanda was glad she was no longer in Natasha's line of vision as she said that, because now, her face was red as a tomato. Hun. Natasha had called her a pet name, a term of endearment. She knew it meant nothing. She was just being kind. But Wanda couldn't deny the wetness soaking through her panties after that whole encounter. Now, she'd ruined this pair twice in the span of twelve hours. Fuck.
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Wanda had hoped to see Natasha sometime throughout the day to strike up another conversation but, unfortunately, no such moment occurred.
She had spent the day training with Clint. Wanda figured Natasha was probably off at the mission she had the info session about this morning. She was disappointed, but she knew she'd see the woman again eventually. Or, maybe, she'd even see Y/N. That would be a dream. She could ask about the concealer, maybe Y/N would bring her back to their room to look for it, and then, if she was lucky, Y/N would-
"Ouch!" Wanda squealed, pulled out of her dirty thoughts by the feeling of one of Clint's arrows grazing her forearm. She was supposed to have been using her magic to stop his fire, but she had been a little too lost in her own head.
She looked down at where the arrow had struck her. No blood, thankfully, but she could already see a bruise forming. She knew that if Steve, her Avengers mentor and sponsor, saw this injury, he would fuss over it for at least a week and prevent her from training, though it was really just a minor scratch.
Wanda gave Clint a wave, signaling to him she was fine and that she was just going to take care of it as she walked back to her room. Some concealer would cover this up just fine. It's what she always used when she got these little bruises she wanted to hide from Steve.
Her mind had been so lost in the fantasy of Y/N, along with getting surprised by Clint's arrow, that she completely forgot a certain hot redhead currently had her concealer. She rummaged through her makeup bag, spending a whole ten minutes searching, before she looked up, her eyes landing on her makeup light that had been left on from this morning.
Now she remembered. She didn't have the concealer. The hottest woman in the compound did. She didn't want to go hunting for Nat, but she needed the makeup. She had training with Steve at 8:30 tomorrow, and if she didn't have the bruise covered by then, she was screwed.
She checked the time. 7:15. Y/N and Natasha's ravenous fuck sessions usually didn't start until 8:00 at the very earliest, so she knew she had more than enough time to sneak in their room, quickly look to see if the concealer was there, and sneak back out.
She was all nerves, but she swallowed her fear and crept out of her room, walking just a few feet away to the couple's. She pressed her ear against the door, listening for any kind of sound at all. Even if they weren't fucking, she still didn't want them to know she was there.
Fortunately, though, she heard nothing, and, with the help of her magic, unlocked the door and stepped in. She shut the door ever so carefully behind her, creeping down the small entryway towards the main room, already looking frantically for her concealer.
As much as she wanted to, she couldn't let herself get distracted. Nope. No way. Not even by Y/N's boxers hanging off the laundry basket, which she yearned to sniff, or Natasha's collection of lingerie she saw through the cracked door of their closet.
Focus, Wanda, focus, she told herself, In and out. Get the concealer, leave. That's all this is.
Her eyes traveled from their clothes to their desks. She could tell which one belonged to each resident of the room, with one being strewn with empty protein shake cans and unfinished mission reports, and the other being organized, the only things out on the desk being a planner, a photo of Y/N and Natasha kissing on New Year's, and a thin tube of makeup.
The concealer. Finally.
Though she had eyes on it, her task was far from over. The desks were all the way in the other corner of their room, and Wanda was still crouched in the entryway, hand hovering over the door handle.
She took a deep breath, swallowing before beginning to walk across the room. She loved her magic, but in this moment, she wished she had her brother's super speed. Maybe if she were less nervous, she would have thought to just use it to float the concealer across the room. But when has anyone ever thought rationally when they're nervous?
As Wanda got to the desk and snagged the small bottle, shoving it in the pocket of her skirt, she suddenly realized the white noise she hadn't even registered was there in the first place had stopped. A dull hum, a pitter patter that had been going in one ear and out the other was now gone, replaced by the sound of laughter, a man's deep voice, and a woman's smooth voice.
Her head snapped towards where the voices were coming from, and she saw a door with light coming out from the crack under it. Fuck. She had been so absorbed in their clothes and desks, Wanda's eyes had simply grazed over that door when she had first looked around the room, not even giving it a second thought.
She now immediately registered what it was. A bathroom. God, she felt so stupid. They had been here all along, showering together, and the white noise that the water provided simply bypassed her senses.
Wanda knew she should have run. Should have booked it out of there the second the concealer landed in her pocket, but as the bathroom door handle began to turn, she froze. Her irrational thoughts overriding her mind once again, she quickly ducked under Natasha's desk, crouching down and hiding behind the chair the best she could.
Fortunately for her, though, Natasha and Y/N were far too absorbed in each other to even take the slightest notice of her. As they walked, or rather stumbled, out of the bathroom, they were both completely naked, wrapped up in each other's arms, kissing so hard it looked like they were eating each other's faces off.
"Fuck, I love seeing my marks on you again," Y/N growled, climbing onto the bed, sitting against the headboard as they pulled Natasha on their lap, to which she happily complied, "Fuck Fury for making you cover them up. You're mine, and everyone should know it."
Natasha moaned then as Y/N leaned in, kissing over the marks they had left last night, beginning to redo the ones that had already begun to fade. "Baby, it's just policy. Some things we just have to deal with. Everyone knows you own me. You saw how fast the concealer washed off in the shower."
Y/N simply huffed, continuing to kiss and squeeze at Natasha. "Where'd you even get that, anyway? The brand you get doesn't come off that easily."
Natasha threw her head back, her hands absentmindedly coming up to run through Y/N's wet hair as she mumbled, "The new recruit in the room next to us gave me it. Wanda."
Y/N simply let out a grunt of acknowledgment, their mouth going down to kiss along her collarbone and breasts. Natasha let out a whine, hips bucking before speaking again, "She's a sweetheart, you know. I think she has the hots for me."
Y/N laughed a little, pausing their ministrations to look back up at their lover, "She's cute. I did training with her last week and she shivered every time I put my hands on her to correct her form. She let out a little gasp when my hand went to her hip. I think she's into me, too."
Natasha giggled as she imagined Wanda that way, leaning down to give Y/N another kiss. "Well, who can blame her? You're a sexy man."
Y/N moaned into her kiss, grabbing her and flipping her over so that they were now on top. "And you're the sexiest fuckin' woman I've ever seen. That emo chick can be number two."
The couple descended into foreplay, the topic of Wanda being forgotten, but for the woman under the desk, she couldn't stop replaying their words. Y/N thought she was cute. Natasha thought she was a sweetheart. But, more than anything, they both thought she was sexy. It was nearly too much for her to handle, and she had to slap her hand over her mouth to cover up a squeak that was a bit too close to escaping.
As she did her best to remain quiet, her eyes stayed on the couple she was obsessed with. Natasha and Y/N had gone past the making out phase, and now, she was making her way down their body, pressing kisses along their muscles.
Once Natasha got to Y/N's cock, she nuzzled against it, her hand instinctively going to their balls to squeeze their erectile pump and make them hard. Y/N's hand came down to Natasha's fiery red hair, and they murmured, "You wanna suck it, princess? You wanna show me how good of a girl you can be?"
Natasha let out a needy whine, murmuring, "Yes, daddy," before leaning in and taking the head of their cock into her mouth, her back arched and her ass sticking out to put on a show for Y/N, and, unknowingly, for Wanda.
Wanda had been wet from the moment their naked bodies had stumbled out of the bathroom, but now, she was completely soaked. Natasha's ass, all soft and ready for the taking, had her mesmerized, and Y/N, hard, huge, and throbbing made Wanda yearn for it to be deep in her throat.
Y/N's hands were in Natasha's hair, guiding her as she sucked them, slowly forcing her to take their cock deeper, making her gag. Wanda was so jealous, so desperate to also have her mouth be used that she reached up, shoving two fingers in her mouth and pretending they were Y/N's cock.
She began to suck on them, holding in her whimpers the best she could as she followed the directions Y/N gave Natasha.
"Fuck, take it deep, sweetheart," they'd murmur, and Wanda would push her fingers back as far as they could go. "Get me all nice and wet, baby," they later commanded, and Wanda spit and frothed on her fingers, making them as sloppy as possible.
Wanda could keep quiet during all of those commands, but her resolve finally broke when Y/N shoved Natasha as deep down on their cock as they could, growling, "Swallow my load. All of it. Be a good girl."
The deep, predatory tone of their words, combined with the the visual of Natasha gagging and Wanda's own fingers deep in her throat, were too much for the young woman to handle. Desperately, against her will, she choked out around her own fingers, "Yes, daddy!"
She then froze, fingers stilling in her mouth. Fuck. Did she really just moan that out? No, it had to be Natasha. She was fine, they didn't know she was there. She was just imagining things, right?
As much as she wished that were true, she knew it wasn't when Natasha and Y/N also froze. Natasha slowly pulled off their cock, looking up at them with trepidation. "D-did you hear that? Or am I just imagining things?"
Y/N didn't look tense, though, their eyes just scanned around the room, looking in the more obvious places as they answered, "Mhm. But we're perfectly safe. A voyeur isn't a threat, Nat."
Nat sat back on the bed, still naked as Y/N stood up, beginning to look around the room. They first checked the obvious places, the closet and the entryway, and then they began to go lower.
Wanda knew she didn't have a chance as she watched them glance under the bed, their head then beginning to turn towards the desks, right where she was, fingers still buried deep in her throat. She felt paralyzed.
As Y/N's head turned, their eyes immediately landed on her, but instead of disgust or fear, a predatory smile spread across their face. Wanda looked so fucking adorable. Legs spread, skirt bunched up around her thighs, fingers in her mouth. She was the sweetest thing, just begging to be fucked.
Y/N made the "come here" hand gesture, speaking lowly as Wanda nervously crawled towards them, "Hey there, sweetheart. You liked what you saw there, huh? Were you feeling a little jealous of Natty?"
Natasha was now perched on the edge of the bed, the look of fear that had previously graced her face being replaced by a look of excitement and desire. "Aww, hey, Wanda! We were just talking about you, you know."
The older woman looked Wanda up and down, taking in the way her skirt was rumpled, drool was dripping down her chin, and her eyes were dilated, full of need. She glanced at Y/N, giggling as she spoke, "You're right. I think she's down bad for us both."
Wanda had never been so embarrassed. Out of all the possible outcomes, this one was the worst. She was living a nightmare. She reached into her skirt pocket, nervously taking out the concealer. She couldn't meet the couple's eyes as she nervously stammered, "I-I wasn't trying to spy! I needed the concealer back to cover up a bruise, and I knew Nat still had it, so I came to look for it! Y-you guys were in the shower, and when I heard you, I just instinctively hid, and then-"
"Hiding doesn't mean getting off to us fucking, though, does it?" Y/N cut in, smirking as they saw Wanda's face flush an even darker shade of red. Both them and Natasha didn't mind what Wanda did, they thought she was adorable, but teasing her was just too fun.
Y/N tilted Wanda's chin up, forcing her to make eye contact with them. The girl could barely stop her eyes from darting around, but Y/N's gaze was magnetic, drawing her in whether she wanted it or not. "We're not mad, love. We think your neediness is just… adorable."
Natasha nodded, sauntering behind Y/N, wrapping her arms around their shoulders as she also gazed at the nervous brunette. She whispered something that Wanda couldn't hear in Y/N's ear, their eyes lighting up as soon as the mystery words left her lips. "That's an amazing idea, Natty. Why don't you ask Wanda what she thinks about it?"
Wanda was trembling now, her eyes darting between the man and the woman, exhilarated and terrified about what Natasha would ask her. The redhead slowly moved away from Y/N's ear, and made deadly eye contact with Wanda. The words that left her lips had Wanda stunned. "Why don't you join us, Wanda? The more the merrier, right? And it's more than obvious that we all want each other."
Wanda was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. Was this real life? Was she dreaming? She knew it was real, but she could barely process it. She'd been listening to these people fuck every night for months, and now she was being offered to join in?
Y/N's fingers then gently rubbed along the bottom of her chin, pulling her from her thoughts. "Use your words, sweet girl. Would you like to join us, or not?"
Wanda immediately nodded, not wanting to risk them thinking she didn't want this. Her voice was shaky, but she blurted out a clear "yes."
Y/N and Natasha exchanged devilish looks at her consent, a silent agreement that this night just got a whole lot more fun.
Natasha then stepped out from behind Y/N's bulky frame, pressing her naked body against Wanda's still clothed one. She began to lift the younger woman's shirt off as she mumbled, "Y/N and I are bare, it's only fair we get to see your beautiful body in return."
Wanda was completely willing, lifting her arms as Natasha slid her shirt off and stepping out of her skirt and panties as Y/N pulled them down. The couple stepped back to admire Wanda, now completely naked. They each let out a groan, Y/N's hands reaching to squeeze Wanda's ass, and Natasha leaning in to kiss her neck.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," Y/N mumbled as they continued to grope her, with Natasha following, saying, "Such a pretty thing. You're gonna look so good all ruined and fucked-out."
Y/N smirked at that, eyes darting between the two women. Wanda could see an idea form in their mind and watched as they sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading their legs so their cock jutted out at full attention. "Wanda, since you seemed so eager to suck your fingers, why don't you suck the real thing instead?"
The brunette's eyes widened, and seconds later, she felt a hand on her back, pushing her down to her knees. She immediately complied, willfully kneeling down and scooting closer to Y/N. Y/N reached down, tilting her chin up and gently rotating her head so she was looking at Natasha, who was sitting beside her. "Natty will guide you if you need help. Just focus on making daddy feel good, okay?"
The way Y/N spoke to her, so gentle and nurturing, had Wanda willing to do absolutely anything they asked. She let out a low whimper as she leaned forward, eagerly taking the head of their cock into her mouth, and beginning to suck. She didn't have much experience, but when she heard Y/N groan, "Fuck!" she knew she was doing something right.
She continued to focus on the tip, gently sucking and running her tongue along the ridge, when suddenly, she felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her further down. "Take it deeper, sweetheart. They love to be deep in a warm, wet throat."
Natasha's words washed over Wanda, and she quickly accommodated, allowing the older woman's hand to push more of Y/N's cock into her mouth. She gagged once, her throat constricting around their length, but it only made them throb and moan louder. "Goddamn, your mouth feels so good!"
Wanda's heart skipped a beat at Y/N's crude praise, and she continued to hold them as deep in her throat as she could before she gagged again, needing to pull back to catch her breath. Natasha's hands immediately went down to her hair, pulling it back and leaning down to give her a kiss on the mouth. "Good girl. Take a breath."
Wanda did, but she wanted more. She took her moment to breathe and then took Y/N back into her mouth. She listened to Natasha's words of guidance, licking along the underside just the way they liked and leaving kisses on their sensitive spots.
Y/N's hands were in Wanda's hair now, having pushed Natasha's away long ago. A low, deep groan tore from their throat as they tensed up, pushing their cock as deep into Wanda's throat as possible as they groaned, "'M gonna cum. Swallow it all, baby. I know you can do it."
Wanda whimpered once around their cock, the vibrations being what made them lose it. Seconds later, they were roaring out sounds of pleasure as she felt their cock throb against her tongue, leaking clear, tangy fluid into her mouth.
They stayed there for a couple moments, making sure Wanda had taken their whole load before gently pulling her off of their cock. The younger woman's cheeks were streaked with tears of pleasure, her makeup running down. Natasha didn't waste a minute in pulling Wanda into her arms, whispering praises to her.
"Shh, there we go. You did so well. You made daddy feel so good." The redhead whispered, leaning down to give Wanda a sloppy, wet kiss on the mouth. She groaned as she tasted Y/N's cum on on the other woman's tongue, her hands squeezing Wanda's hips as she kept the younger girl close. "I've only seen them cum that hard a couple of times. You did such a good job."
The praise had Wanda melting; she happily leaned against Natasha, feeling the warmth of her body as she caught her breath. Y/N then approached them, calmed down now slightly from their orgasm, and pulled both women up from the floor.
They carried Wanda over to the lounge chair beside the bed, kissing her forehead as they spoke, "Good girl, princess. You pleased me. Just rest and recover from that while I fuck Natty. You can touch yourself if you need to, but don't cum. Once I'm done with her, that pretty pussy is all mine."
Part of Wanda wanted to protest, wanted to beg that she should get their cock first, but the obedience embedded in her soul and the urge to see the action she had heard through the wall each night overrode it, and all she did was mumble, "Yes, daddy."
Natasha, who had been standing by the bed, giggled as Y/N practically pounced on her, pinning her to the bed as they kissed down her body. Wanda watched longingly as Y/N lavished attention on Natasha's breasts, kissing and sucking at her hard, pink nipples, eliciting whimpers from the older woman.
Wanda's pussy was already throbbing from having sucked Y/N off, and now, watching them make love to Natasha made it ache. She had been listening in on the couple for so long, she wanted it to be her so badly.
Y/N stroked their cock once, rubbing it along Natasha's own drenched folds to get it ready before sliding in. Natasha let out a loud moan, and Y/N's hands immediately went to her waist, pinning her down as they began to thrust. "Fuck, you're so wet for me, pretty girl."
Hearing Y/N's praise directly, not through a wall, had Wanda going even crazier, and she began to rub her clit slowly, imagining it was them touching her. She let out a low whimper, and both Natasha and Y/N glanced at her, their eyes widening with lust as they saw how needy she was.
Y/N then began to really fuck Natasha, slamming into her with long, deep strokes, causing her to cry out and dig her nails into their back for support. Once she adjusted to the new rhythm, she looked over at Wanda and purred, "You're next, princess. Get ready to be fucking ruined."
The end of Natasha's sentence turned into a loud wail as Y/N's cock hit that sweet spot inside her, the one that made her see stars. Their huge hands were on her waist, pinning her to the bed as they fucked into her like she was nothing more than a toy for their pleasure. Her nails left bright red marks on their muscular back, marks Wanda wished so badly were her own.
Fortunately for her, she could tell that Natasha was close to cumming, and it would be her turn soon. Y/N reached down, rubbing the redhead's clit to finally push her over the edge. She moaned and writhed, screaming out Y/N's name, which sounded even louder now that there was no barrier.
Y/N was panting and groaning as they felt Natasha cum, her tight walls clenching around their length, causing Y/N to cum, too. They growled, "Take my load. There's my good little slut."
Their crude words made Wanda's sopping cunt clench around her fingers, she had now been fucking herself in time with Y/N's rhythm, another whimper escaping her lips as she imaged they were saying those words to her. Their focus remained on Natasha for the moment, making sure all of their cum was inside her before they turned back to Wanda, slowly standing up and walking over to where she was.
Wanda was an absolute mess, and Y/N couldn't get enough of it. Her legs were spread, two fingers buried deep in her soaked pussy, her juices dripping down onto the chair. She was sweating, her nipples hard and needy, and her face was streaked with the eyeliner that was so perfect only an hour ago.
Y/N reached down, taking her free hand and guiding her over to the bed. "You're such a needy thing, baby. I know, it must have been hard having to watch Natty get what you desperately needed, but since you were a good girl, now it's your turn."
Wanda could only squeak out a small "thank you," her mind was mostly mush at this point. Natasha had scooted over so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaving plenty of space in the center where Y/N guided Wanda to lay down, making sure that her head was resting comfortably on the pillows.
Natasha reached over, brushing some stray hairs from Wanda's face as Y/N slowly began to touch her, trailing their hands along her curves, occasionally cupping her breasts or rubbing her nipples. "Tell me what you need, Wanda. How do you want me to make you feel good?"
Wanda could barely speak; her mind was already fuzzy, and that in combination with the man she had spent months yearning for being on top of her had her brain short circuiting. Her eyes darted between Natasha and Y/N, and once Natasha reached down to squeeze her hand in support, she was finally able to mumble, "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me."
Hearing such dirty words from the shy girl made Y/N shiver, and it took all their strength to not just ram right into Wanda right then. They leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Wanda's neck as their began to rub their cock through her folds, just like they did with Natasha before.
God, Wanda was so wet. They let out a deep groan, their tip hitting her clit, making her squeal. She was already so sensitive. They continued to kiss along her face and neck, mumbling as they got close to her ear, "You're soaked, pretty girl. You're eager for my cock, huh?"
Wanda nodded, since she could barely speak, whimpering out a choked syllable that sounded like "yes." Her hips were already bucking up to meet their cock, and they hadn't even entered her yet.
Natasha giggled at the sight, one of her hands reaching down to feel Wanda's folds. She let out a gasp of faux surprise as she felt the extent of Wanda's arousal, immediately coating her fingers. The redhead's voice was sexily condescending as she spoke, "Oh, my. She's practically begging you for it. You wouldn't let a girl this needy stay empty, would you, daddy?"
Y/N growled at the way Natasha teased them, lining up their cock so that the head was notched at Wanda's entrance. Wanda whimpered from just that first initial contact, and let out a scream as they began to push in. They were so thick, she already felt completely stretched just from the tip. "I-is it all in, daddy?"
Y/N let out a low laugh, and Natasha leaned in, letting out a patronizing cooing sound. She took Wanda's hand in her own, giving Wanda something to squeeze. The older woman kissed Wanda to distract her from the feeling of being stretched and mumbled against her lips, "Not even halfway, sweetie. But you can do it. I know it's a biiiiiig stretch, but you can be a good girl for daddy, right?"
Wanda nodded, squeezing Natasha's hand tightly and leaning into her kisses to help ease the stretch. She looked back up at Y/N, whimpering, "D-don't stop, daddy. I can take it. I promise."
Y/N smirked, continuing to push in, their hands going up to massage Wanda's hips and stomach to further relax her. "Good girl, baby. Just relax. Focus on me and Natty."
Wanda felt Y/N bottom out inside her, a sweet little whimper escaping her lips as their tip bumped against her cervix. Y/N's hand went to gently press down on the outline their cock made in her abdomen, making her squirm even more. Natasha smiled, squeezing Wanda's hand and lathering praise onto her, "There you go, baby. You took it all. We're so proud of you."
Y/N nodded, leaning down to leave some marks on Wanda's neck as they began to deliver just the smallest of thrusts, pulling back ever so slightly before pushing all the way in again. "Mhmmm, you're all full of me now, princess. You're doing such a good job."
Wanda bit her lip, the sensations of Y/N's cock inside her, their frame looming over her, and Natasha's hands beginning to travel along her body all becoming so overwhelming. She let out a wail as Natasha pinched her nipple, looking back up at Y/N as she spoke, '"P-please fuck me, daddy. D-do what you did to Natty. I wanna make you feel good…"
Y/N smirked, their big hands going to Wanda's arms, and slowly pinning them above her head. The girl easily surrendered control, so deep into her submission that she never would have protested. They then began to deliver slightly bigger thrusts, pulling out until only half of their cock was inside her before pushing back in. The longer strokes had Wanda's hips bucking up to meet theirs, mumbling, "Faster, daddy. Please."
Y/N couldn't say no to that needy tone, so they delivered, quickening the pace so that they were now consistently drilling Wanda, the younger woman's eyes rolling back in her head from the sheer pleasure.
Now that she was all stretched and worked up, Y/N knew they didn't have to hold back anymore. They glanced over at Natasha, who gave them a nod of conformation, and they began to pound into Wanda like they did with the former only minutes ago.
The fast pace had Wanda moaning and writhing, hands itching to hold onto something, but loving the way Y/N kept her pinned down and dominated. She felt her clit throb whenever Y/N bottomed out, the patch of hair at the base of their cock brushing against it and sending shocks through her.
Natasha wasn't making it any easier for her, the older woman's touches only made Wanda more sensitive. Her hands were all over Wanda's breasts, kneading them and gently pinching her nipples, earning more whimpers from her. When her hands weren't on her breasts, they were gently, sensually running along her body, heightening every sensation the younger woman was feeling.
As Y/N continued to fuck her, they felt her pussy clenching more and more, her body tensing up, and her moans getting louder and more frequent. They knew she was close. They looked over at Natasha, murmuring, "Our girl is about to cum. Why don't you help push her over the edge?"
Natasha smirked, her eyes going from Wanda's needy, glazed over ones to Y/N's devilish ones, murmuring, "It would be my pleasure."
Wanda was an absolute mess, bucking up to meet Y/N's thrusts, tears running down her face, and constantly incoherently babbling things that sounded like "Please" "Daddy" and "Fuck." Natasha knew exactly what would make Wanda cum, just a simple touch. She reached down, gently rubbing slow circles on Wanda's clit, and the response was instantaneous.
Wanda let out a scream that they were sure was heard throughout the entire avengers compound, her walls clenching hard around Y/N's cock as they fucked her through her orgasm. Her body was trembling, her clit throbbing under Natasha's fingers as she squirted, her juices coating Y/N's cock and Natasha's digits. Red tendrils of magic were even emanating from her hands, a sign that she was feeling one of the most intense sensations she'd ever felt.
Wanda's orgasm sent Y/N over the edge, growling, "Fuck, here it comes!" as they hilted inside her, pushing as deep as possible before letting go, their cum leaking from their cock and coating Wanda's insides. The feeling of their load seeping into her had Wanda wailing, "Daddy!" at that same loud volume, her body clearly overstimulated.
Y/N and Natasha were gentle with her now. Y/N pulled out slowly, ignoring Wanda's babble that she could take more. They all knew she couldn't. Y/N laid beside her, letting go of her hands and beginning gently massaging her. "Baby, you did so well. You took my cock like an absolute pro."
Natasha went to Wanda's other side, giving her gentle, loving kisses as she praised her, "You looked so beautiful, love. You made us both so proud."
Wanda, for her part, was completely fucked out. Her brain was just now coming back to her; it had been so fuzzy before, and now, she was back in the moment. She nuzzled close to both of them, wanting to feel their bodies against hers in the aftermath of such an intense moment. She sighed, murmuring, "Thank you both. I… I've never felt so good. That was amazing."
Natasha and Y/N exchanged a look, a smirk that confirmed this definitely wasn't just going to be a one time thing. Natasha pressed a kiss over one of the marks Y/N left on Wanda's neck as she said, "You were amazing. Now let's get you cleaned up."
Y/N nodded in agreement, picking Wanda up and carrying her towards the bathroom, the place where this night had started. They sat her down on the edge of the bathtub, running the water as they spoke. "Natty's right. We need to get you all cleaned up. After your training with Steve tomorrow, you better be ready for round two."
Wanda's mind went dizzy again at the thought of doing this all again, stepping into the warm bath as she surrendered herself to the wonderful, sexy world of Y/N and Natasha.
Wanda experiencing that feral kind of ovulation horny. She’s on you the moment she reaches you, shoving you down to the floor as she climbs on top of you. Telling her to wait or slow down makes her growl at you. Not even words, just a warning noise.
She doesn’t bother with taking your clothes off. Her underwear is already gone. She pushes you inside her a second later. Wanda is hot and wet, squeezing around you already. She’s so soaked you can feel her dripping onto your skin. She leverages herself with a hand on your chest, holding you down as she grinds desperately down. Begging,
oops sorry didn't read the rules in advance. you can discard it if it doesn't work w what you write cuz i forgot what i asked
Well, thank you for acknowledging your mistake and reading the rules.
I will take this moment to reiterate again: I do not and never will write for female reader or reader with female genitalia.
I’m not mad at this anon, and I don’t want to sound hostile, but it is so exhausting continuously getting requests for fem reader. There are hundreds of people out there who will write for that. Go ask them. There are so few who will write for male.
This is a safe place for those who exclusively want male/gn masc reader and it will always stay that way.
Hiya! I love your writing by the way, especially as so many tumblr’s tend to make ftm’s submissve and i personally hate that.
I have two requests really but they could be combined 👀, Iwas wondering if you could do a pervy nat oneshot?? Imagine how obsessive she would be especially as she is a trained spy…
The other request was could it be a jealous natasha, maybe a drunk game gone bad like Tony’s Truth and Dares and someone flirts with reader or worse..(potentially touches them e.g lap dance) and it causes Nat to loose her shit but she doesnt blow up she freezes us out before she explains whats wrong and then reader apologises and they have a very passionate moment after 😝
Done! Here is a link to the story.
I didn't exactly have Nat keeping her cool like you requested... but I hope you still enjoy it. :)
Pairing: Pervy!Sub!Natasha Romanoff x Dom!Clueless!FtM!Reader
Word Count: ~5.2k
Summary: Natasha's a total perv when it comes to you. Her obsession and possessiveness are revealed when Wanda tries to get her hands on you during a game of truth or dare, and by the time it's all over, Natasha finally catches her prey.
Possible TW: Guns, Implied non-con
Tags: R is a binary trans man, R has a fully functional phalloplasty, R is implied beefy, Spying, Pervy behavior, Masturbation (N), Wanda mentioned, Wanda is a bitch, Possessiveness, Jealousy, Marking, Size kink, Oral (N receiving), Fingering, Edging, Teasing, Squirting, Vaginal Sex, Belly Bulge, Creampie
A/N: This story was based on this ask and is part of my collection of Dom, Binary Trans Men fics for Pride. :)
Natasha sighed as she went to sit down in the circle of avengers, the only redeeming quality of this stupid game being that she got to sit next to you, her long-time obsession.
She took a swig of her beer, trying to get herself into the party mood. After a particularly thrilling victory over an evil organization, along with the fact that it was their five year anniversary as a team, the Avengers were taking time to celebrate. They were having a party, and now that the majority of the team was drunk, they were getting a bit… childish.
The group was currently in a circle, playing spin the bottle truth or dare. It was simple. Someone would spin an empty beer bottle, and whomever it landed on had to answer a truth or do a dare decided by the person who spun it.
Natasha thought it was ridiculous. She was one of the only sober ones, thanks to her heritage and history. Even after a couple beers, her mind was clear as day, and focused on the man sitting beside her. You.
You, you, you. From the moment you had joined the team six months ago, Natasha was fixated on you. She didn't know why. It had kind of just… happened. One day, she was simply giving you a tour of the compound, and a week later, she was sitting in the corner of your room, shrouded by darkness, watching the way your chest rose and fell as you slept.
You were like an addiction to her. She'd been with people before, of course, but she had never been as obsessed with any of them as she was with you. She had been slowly weaving her way into your world during the past couple of months; some of her actions you were aware of, and others you had no idea about.
Due to her training and years of experience being a spy, Natasha knew how to play you. She didn't like that word, though. Play. It wasn't accurate. She wasn't playing you, per se, she was just… masking her true self. Hiding the perv that lived in her.
To your face, she was a sweetheart. Well, as much of a sweetheart as the Black Widow could be. She'd been your guide around the compound when you first moved in, trained with you, and was softer with you than she was with anyone else.
Then she began to go deeper. Just a bit. She'd moved from her usual spot at meals, opting to sit beside you instead. She'd persuaded the young recruit in the room next to yours to swap with her so she could be as close to you as possible. She'd "kindly" do your laundry with hers, claiming she just wanted to help the newbie out, when really, as soon as she got down to the laundry room, she'd bury her face in your used clothes, greedily breathing in your scent.
That was the real Natasha. The perv she kept hidden behind closed doors, the side of her she worked so hard to hide from you. And she was doing an absolutely stellar job; you had absolutely no idea about the things she did right under your nose.
Even though she had gotten the room beside yours, she didn't sleep in it anymore. She spent every night in your room, and you hadn't the slightest idea.
Her spy skills came especially in handy when she was creeping at night. She would effortlessly pick the lock on your door, and once she got to your bed, she'd pull a bait and switch. You always held a pillow close to your chest as you slept, and Natasha would silently, stealthily extricate the pillow from your embrace and slide into your arms instead. Sometimes she spent hours gazing at you before she slept, and when she knew you were deeply asleep, she'd pepper your face with soft kisses. You were perfect.
You never woke up; you'd simply just wrap your arms tighter around what you thought to be the pillow, and she'd creep out again before you woke up, putting the pillow right back where it was when she snuck in. She'd been cuddling with you every night for the past three weeks, and you didn't have the slightest clue.
And Natasha wouldn't just creep at night, oh, no. It was nearly constant. Sometimes you would go days without seeing her, but for Natasha, there hadn't been a single moment her eyes had been off you since you first walked into the compound.
Of course, she'd creep on you when you were doing the mundane, such as eating or training, but her favorite moments were when you were exposed to her.
She had memorized your entire shower routine by now. It was essential to know how long she had to touch herself before she risked you seeing.
You always thought you were alone when you showered, as one does, so you felt totally comfortable leaving the shower curtain partially open. It was nothing for you, but for Natasha, that small crack was everything.
She'd watch, enraptured, as your big hands rubbed soap along your huge, muscular body. She could barely stifle her moans, her hand slowly traveling down her body and sliding into her panties as you cleaned yourself. She'd rub her clit slowly, imagining it was your hands on her body.
She'd begin to finger herself when you happened to turn face her, imagining it was your huge cock stretching her out instead. She'd do her best to bring herself to an orgasm before you stepped out of the shower, cumming as quickly as she could and rushing away before you could realize you had a voyeur.
And Natasha didn't just creep in real life, she crept online, too.
Hacking into your phone was like child's play for her. Your easily guessable passcodes and passkeys got her into all your social medias within five minutes. Slowly, over the span of multiple weeks, she removed all other women (besides family) from your contacts and social media. To you, it looked like you had just happened to lose some followers, but to Natasha, it was an extermination of any woman that wasn't her from your life.
She'd installed a secret software into your phone so that any texts you sent or received would also come through to her. Fortunately, most were benign, just exchanges with the fellow guys on the team, but sometimes, you received texts from women.
She hated that.
Once she confirmed it wasn't a member of your family, she immediately blocked the contact and deleted the conversation. She wouldn't tolerate any woman tampering with what was hers.
That possessive attitude carried over into real life, and that was why she was so pissed right now. You had spun the bottle, and it landed right on Wanda Maximoff. The slutty witch bitch.
"Ohhhh, my turn! Whatcha got for me, Y/N?!" the Sokovian asked in a chipper voice, too chipper, in Natasha's opinion. Wanda had been eyeing you up way too much. She was a slut, plain and simple. She had the "perfect" man already, Vision, but was still adamant about treating you as her eye candy.
Natasha knew Wanda couldn't handle someone like you even if the opportunity was presented to her. Why was she even trying? Natasha was the only one capable of taking care of your needs.
Anyway. Back to the present.
You looked hesitant. Just like Natasha, you were fairly sober, and you could sense nothing good was going to come from this game. Natasha leaned over, resting her head on your thick shoulder as she whispered, "Don't feel pressured to say anything. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
You nodded, mumbling a thank you before looking back at Wanda. She was looking like the cat who got the cream, fully prepared for you to ask a crazy question or make her do something incredibly risky, but your gentle, calm voice floated through the electric air, speaking, "Here's a truth for you, Wanda. What was your favorite memory of Sokovia?"
Wanda's triumphant grin immediately melted into a look of pure, utter shock. Sokovia? Her childhood? How boring! No one cared about that right now, the point of this game was to share deep confessions or do crazy shit!
Natasha, on the other hand, couldn't be prouder. She beamed, looking up and you and mumbling, "I liked that question, Y/N. I wish more people brought questions like that to this game."
You smiled down at Natasha, leaning your head against hers for a brief moment. She made you feel safe, comfortable. As you happened to breathe in, taking in her scent, you could have sworn you smelled it before, in your bedroom, of all places. Weird. You murmured, "Thanks, Nat."
The gentle moment you two just shared was quickly interrupted by Wanda, though. She was drunk, horny, and aggravated. She didn't want to think about her past. She just wanted to think about you. She wanted you. Wanted your hands on her body, wanted your mind on her, wanted you to stop leaning against the stupid redhead next to you and pay attention to her.
"Real nice truth, jackass!" She sneered, finishing her beer in one big swig before standing up and beginning to approach you. "Do you even have any idea how to play this game? You're supposed to say something dramatic, risqué, hell even something stupid! All you said was something boring!"
Wanda moved her arm, gesturing to the group around them. The joy and electricity were gone now, and the whole team was subdued and quiet, not wanting to become the next victim of her outburst, but thanks to downing a whole barrel of Asgardian beer, Thor was asleep. "Look at this sorry lot! You even put Thor to sleep with how boring that was, Y/N! Do you know how hard that is?"
You looked down, clearly sad that what you thought to be a benign ask made Wanda so upset. Natasha's jaw clenched, her fingers digging into your bicep more firmly, a way of telling you I'm here. Don't listen to her.
The younger woman saw Natasha's grip tighten, and she scoffed. She got all up in your face, tilting your chin up to look at her. Natasha's eyes were locked onto Wanda like razors. She was ready to make a move at any moment, if need be.
"I'm not mad at you, Y/N. You're new, and spending time with the old Widow over here probably isn't doing you any good. You don't know how to have fun when you're just surrounded by trauma and secrets all the time."
How dare she? Natasha thought, Using my past to try to convince him I'm inadequate? That's a low blow.
But, regardless, Natasha restrained herself. Wanda hadn't done anything to you, and that was what mattered. Her free hand instinctively tightened into a fist when Wanda continued to speak, though. "This is how you do a proper truth or dare, okay? I'm gonna teach you. Pay close attention, mmkay?"
You looked hesitant, but Wanda didn't care. "So, first you say 'Truth or Dare?'. That's the obvious part. You did that right, so good job!"
Natasha gritted her teeth. Wanda was so fucking patronizing. Just because you didn't give her what she wanted in a game didn't mean you were stupid or incompetent.
"Now, here's the part where you totally failed: you should always give a fun, risky dare! You've heard us rattle off truths all night. It's boring. There's a reason Thor's asleep. You need to make it… fun."
Natasha didn't like the way Wanda said "fun". Fun sounded like a code for something that was designed to irritate her. Wanda spun around, the short skirt she was wearing lifting for just a moment, revealing the bottom of her ass to you. How trashy. From the side, Natasha could see Wanda's finger perched on her chin, feigning deep thought.
Wanda spun back around, biting her lip, looking all too gleeful. "Here's a good one, Y/N! Instead of boring Sokovia, you should have said, 'Wanda, I dare you to give me a lap dance!'."
The witch giggled, and your face flushed completely red. You avoided eye contact with her, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of that. Wanda seemed to think it was cute, though, and turned around, slowly pulling her skirt up and inching her ass towards your lap.
Natasha froze. This wasn't a suggestion, it was a plan Wanda had laid out from the moment you earnestly asked her the Sokovia truth. She was going to have you, whether you wanted it or not.
Natasha watched your face as Wanda began to back up on you. Your eyes were squinted closed, flinching and bracing for impact like pain was about to be inflicted on you. Natasha may have been a perv, but Wanda was a straight-up predator. She refused to let this happen.
Quicker than lighting, the Widow whipped out one of her handguns, pointing it directly at the younger woman. Your eyes widened. Where had Natasha even been hiding that thing? It didn't matter. Due to her past, she was always on her toes and prepared for the worst.
Natasha's voice didn't even sound like her own as she snarled, "Get the fuck away from him. If one single inch of your body touches his, you get a bullet through that whorish heart of yours."
The team was all awake now, and completely terrified, hiding behind couch cushions and used paper plates. They had never seen Natasha like this before. She'd hid her obsession well, but when something threatened her man, she didn't play around.
Wanda's cocky demeanor was gone in a flash, the girl was immediately squealing and running to hide behind Vision the second she heard the click of the safety being released. So much for taking what she wanted.
Natasha wanted to laugh. How pathetic. Wanda was all bark and no bite. She finally looked back up at you, and seeing the way you looked less scared of a loaded gun than you were of the Sokovian girl's touch eased her mind. The team may have been horrified, but you were safe.
As Wanda began to to step out from behind Vision, Natasha glared at her once more, firing with no hesitation.
She didn't want to actually hurt the girl, so she was careful. She had aimed the gun to the right of Wanda, just enough that it would fly through the frills of her skirt, giving her a scare without grazing her actual body.
Wanda wailed, collapsing to the ground and breaking into tears, despite no harm actually being done to her. She'd dealt no physical damage, but the psychological fear would never go away now. Natasha's goal was achieved.
The team let out a collective gasp, immediately rushing over check on Wanda and make sure she was okay. Natasha stood up, notching her gun in her belt and walking back towards her room. Just so the team knew she wasn't totally psycho, she called out, "Decisive shot. Grazed her skirt. Didn't go anywhere near her actual body. If she's hurt, it's all in her head."
The team let her go, too focused on the wailing Wanda to lash out or punish Natasha. She continued to walk off to her room, leaving you to think about everything that just happened.
You still sat in the same spot, seemingly glued to your chair. Your mind kept replaying what just went down. After turning multiple thoughts over and over in your mind, it hit you that you had a woman who would kill for you. You couldn't tell if that was soothing or unnerving. All you knew is that you had to go find Natasha and see what's going on. Wanda would be fine. She had the whole team doting on her. But what about Nat?
You stood up, giving a curt goodbye to the group before making your way down to Natasha's room. She knew you'd be coming, so she made sure to hide the collection of photos she had secretly taken of you, the clothes of yours she had stolen, and the print-outs of texts she deemed suspicious.
You knocked twice on her door, calling out quietly, "Nat? Do you wanna talk, or-?"
Natasha tried not to sound too eager as she approached the door, opening it up, putting on a sullen face as she nodded and stepped aside, allowing you to walk in, "Yeah, Y/N, of course. Come in."
You stepped inside her room, looking around. She had hidden everything of substance. All you saw were novels in Russian, overdue mission reports, and various bullet magazines. Standard.
Natasha moved to sit down on her bed, patting the side of it so you could join her. You sat down, your huge frame making the bed creak as it accounted for your weight. Natasha expected you to say she was crazy or reprimand her for being so harsh with Wanda, but to her shock, you said, "Thank you. Thank you for getting me out of that situation. Was it a bit extreme? Yeah, sure, but I'm bad at speaking up for myself. I probably would have just… let it happen."
Natasha brought her hand up to her chest, her heart nearly bursting with joy. You didn't think she was insane? You appreciated what she did? "Oh, Y/N. It means so much to hear you say that, but, truly, I am sorry. I never wanted it to go that way. But Wanda was about to do something terrible, and I couldn't stand it."
"I know. And that's what means so much to me," You said, fiddling with your fingers, "You cared enough about me to do something so… drastic. No one has cared about me like that since I came here, but you've constantly done the most for me."
Natasha reached up, her small hand cupping your cheek, "Y/N, I'd do anything for you. I do this… all of this because I care. Because you mean so much to me. Because I love you."
She froze. Oh fuck. She didn't mean to let that slip out. First she shoots at her fellow teammate, and now she let the secret she had been harboring for months slip out. Could this night get any worse?
Her eyes had darted away the moment she said it, and slowly, they finally made their way back to your face. You weren't scared or shocked. You were looking at her with awe, if anything. Your hand reached up to wrap around the one that was cupping your face, nervously asking, "Y-you love me? Because I… I've liked you for months! I just.. well, I didn't know how to go about pursuing the Black Widow, so I just stayed silent, and-"
She immediately cut you off with a kiss. You'd said the only words she'd cared to hear for the last six months. You felt the same way about her as she did about you. Well, not really, you surely weren't as obsessed with her as she was with you, but you didn't need to know the depth of her perviness.
"Yes, Y/N, I love you," she mumbled against your lips, slowly pressing hers harder against yours, and subtly shifting her body so she was halfway into your lap by now. She leaned up, kissing a line from your chin up to your ear, and once she was there, whispered, "Show me how much you love me, too."
You didn't hesitate, your hands immediately going to her waist as you fervently returned her kisses. Natasha let out a low moan as your tongue slipped into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Her hips began to subtly grind against your lap, signifying her arousal.
As you felt her grinding on you, you momentarily pulled away from the kiss, looking up at her, smirking, "You're needy, huh? Who would have thought the Black Widow was desperate?"
Natasha rolled her eyes, playfully pushing your head back as she returned to kissing you, mumbling, "Shut up. Just fuck me."
At her words, you immediately complied. She was so much smaller than you, so it was easy for you to manhandle her and move her around. You picked her up off your lap and placed her back down on the edge of the bed, pushing her legs apart slightly and getting down on your knees in front of her.
Fortunately, Natasha had dressed causally for the party tonight, so all you had to do was pull down her sweatpants to get to her panties. You could see the wet spot on the crotch; she was soaked. You smirked, reaching out to run two fingers over her clothed folds, making sure to brush against her clit.
Your touch evoked a high-pitched moan from the redhead, a wail of, "Fuck!", and you took it as a sign to keep going. You leaned forward, shifting her legs so that they were now draped over your shoulders, and your face was right up against her panties.
You didn't touch her again, though, you opted to tease her instead. In lieu of eating her out, you went to lavish attention on her thick, creamy thighs. You peppered them with kisses, alternating from one thigh to the other as you kissed and left gentle bites on them.
Natasha let out a sharp gasp or a needy whimper at each of your ministrations, her clit throbbing in anticipation as you continued to tease her. Her hand went down to your hair, pulling your face up so you made eye contact with her as she begged, "Hurry up. I've been waiting for this for so long. Please."
You just gave her a devilish grin, mumbling out something that sounded like "patience." Fuck, this was harder than she thought it was going to be.
As your mouth inched closer and closer to where she wanted you, you began to mark her. You left dark hickeys on her inner thighs, a reminder for her to see tomorrow, a tangible proof that this encounter happened.
Finally, mercifully, your hands went up to her hips, pulling her drenched panties down. Your eyes dilated at the sight of her pussy, wet, throbbing, and ready to be pleasured. You felt her hand snake down into your hair again, her voice mumbling out a pathetic "please."
You looked up at her once more and said, "This is a thank you for standing up for me," before finally leaning in and giving her what she wanted.
You licked a stripe from the bottom of her opening up to her clit, flicking your tongue against it when you got there. Natasha immediately cried out, the hand in your hair tightening so much that it hurt, but you didn't care.
You lapped at her folds, getting drunk on the taste of her arousal. She was the perfect mix of sweet and tangy, it was divine. You let out a low rumble of pleasure, the vocalization sending vibrations through her clit, making her squeal and clench her thighs around your head. You pulled back for a moment, laughing, and mumbled, "Sorry, baby. You just taste so fucking good. I can't help myself."
Natasha let out more incoherent moans, and you dove back in. You sucked hard on her clit, feeling it throb in your mouth, along with feeling the growing wetness of her pussy soak your chin. She was just getting wetter and wetter.
You continued to lap at her folds, eating her out like a starved man. You alternated between licking slow stripes along her pussy to stimulating her clit, the alternating sensations of pleasure driving her crazy.
"Oh fuck, don't stop!" She exclaimed as she felt your tongue finally bypass her folds, shallowly entering her. You fucked your tongue in and out of her, the sensation of being slightly stretched making her writhe in ecstasy.
While you pleasured her, her legs had locked around your head, keeping your face buried in her sex. Now, you could feel them beginning to tremble. She was close.
You pulled your tongue out of her, earning a whimper of protest, but you immediately quelled her by shoving two fingers in her instead. A more than adequate replacement.
As your fingers rhythmically fucked her, your tongue went back to her clit, alternating between flicking and and sucking in the way that drove her crazy. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, her nails digging into your scalp as she tried to hold onto the slightest semblance of control, but it was futile.
"Oh, God, Y/N, I'm gonna cum! Please don't stop!" Her voice was high pitched and breathy, and you knew she was seconds away from an earth shattering orgasm.
You began to fuck her deeper with your fingers, and mumbled the words that finally made her come undone. "Cum for me, pretty girl."
At your permission, Natasha's restraint shattered. She let out a loud, keening cry of your name, her legs trembling as her clit throbbed and pulsed. You felt her squirt, her liquids covering your face, but you weren't the slightest bit bothered. You loved it.
You let her ride out her high, fingers slowly pumping as you licked up as much of her essence as you could, continuing to lap and suck at her folds. Only once you were sure she had nothing left in her is when you pulled away, looking up at her with that same devilish grin as before. "Don't think we're done, Nat. We're not even close. You got to cum, but now it's my turn."
Natasha whined, scooting back on the bed as you loomed over her, mumbling a desperate, "Please, Y/N…"
You fumbled out of your own pants and boxers, reaching down to your balls, and squeezing them gently a couple times to activate your erectile device that got you hard. Natasha had seen your cock hundreds of times through her creeping, but watching it harden for her was like an aphrodisiac. She bit her lip at the sight of it, instinctively scooting her hips closer.
You smirked down at the spy, seeing how desperate she was, her pussy throbbing, and it turned you on to no end. You stroked your cock a couple times to ready yourself before bringing it up to her folds, but not pushing in yet. You slid it along her slickness, getting it all lubed up and ready to go inside her.
The feeling of being so close, yet denied, made Natasha crazy. She reached up, nails digging into your shoulders, trying to pull you inside of her as she whined, "Please, Y/N, please. I want you inside me so badly. I need you."
Your tip bumped against her clit with every thrust of yours, making her squirm and whimper even more for you. You saw the way her pussy clenched instinctively, and you couldn't go another second without being inside her. As you notched the head at her entrance, you mumbled, "Here you go, princess."
You slid in with one thrust, not bothering to work your way in slowly or stretch her out; your fingers had already done the work earlier. She let out a cry of, "Oh my god!" as she felt you slide in, her walls instinctively clenching around your cock.
You stayed like that for a moment, buried to the hilt inside her, admiring the way the formidable Black Widow looked like this, stuffed full of your dick and desperate for more. Right on cue, her hand came to your thigh, trying to push you back so she could get some friction. She bucked her hips up once, begging, "Move. Please. Need it."
You could have teased her more, but Natasha was so adorable when she was all pent up and needy. You answered her plea, slowly pulling out so just your tip was inside her and then thrusting all the way back in.
Natasha groaned in ecstasy, legs wrapping around your hips so that even when you thrusted, you couldn't go that far. "Fuck, you're so big. I love it."
You knew you were a big guy, but hearing your size praised always did it for you, and you unconsciously began to thrust harder, relishing in the way her tight pussy accommodated for your cock. You pressed down teasingly on the bulge in her stomach that rose whenever you slid in, asking, "You like this, Natty? You like being ruined by my big cock?"
The woman let out a frantic nod, whimpering, "Yes!" as she bucked her hips up more and more, desperately meeting your thrusts that became quicker and more aggressive. At this angle, the dark patch of hair at the base of your cock rubbed against her clit, sending shocks through her.
You groaned loudly as she began to clench harder, a sign that she was approaching another orgasm. You wanted to cum with her. You picked up your pace, hands gripping onto her supple hips tightly as you pounded into her. You leaned down, growling out, "I'm gonna cum. Get ready."
The words made Natasha shiver, her hands digging into your back even more as she whimpered, "Do it. Cum in me. I want to feel you fill me up."
Her desperate, submissive words did it for you, and with one final thrust, you hilted inside her and unloaded. Thick, sticky ropes of clear fluid leaked from the tip of your cock, coating her insides and thoroughly filling her up. "Oh fuck, Natasha. You're so perfect. Taking my cock and cum like that."
You saw that she was right on the edge, so you reached down, applying pressure to her clit as you continued to slowly fuck her. The sensations, combined with your words, did it for her, and within seconds, she was crying out and squirting once again.
You collapsed on top of her, your cock still buried balls-deep inside her as you both panted, coming down from your highs. You buried your head in Natasha's neck, breathing in her scent and holding her close as you just let your mind drift, happily going fuzzy in the post-coital haze.
But Natasha? She felt high. She stared up at her ceiling, the biggest smile plastered on her face. She had you. All that creeping and stalking had been worth it. You were hers now. Nobody could take you away.
Natasha's hand came up, gently running through your hair. You thought it was just gentle affection, but Natasha knew it was a claim. You thought you were in control just because you had dominated her, but she knew it was the other way around.
She had tabs on you. She watched your every move. And now that you were officially hers? You completely belonged to her; heart, body, and soul.
