maybe like mommy!wanda and uhh nerd!reader and mommy!wanda rewards nerd!reader for getting highest in her class? wanda could be like 35 and reader could be 22?
Pairing: Mommy!Wanda x Nerd!Reader
Content Warning: Praise kink, fingering (R receiving), oral sex (R receiving)
Word count: 2k
A/N: thank you for the request :-) i felt like i might have been writing out a deep-seated fantasy of mine at some point. it wasn't meant to be this long but i got a little carried away... enjoy!
Your shoulders ache with the weight of late nights spent studying hunched over your laptop, but youâd say it was worth it after finding out your final grade today. As you slide your key into the front door and twist the handle, the sound of low singing pulls you out of your thoughts.
Wanda is somewhere in the kitchen, humming away, and your lips twitch into a smile while you silently slip off your shoes and place your backpack on the floor. Youâre trying to be as quiet as possible, but you shouldâve remembered Wanda has some sort of sixth sense, because her hearing prickles immediately.
âIs that my baby back from school?â she calls out in a sing-song voice, and you bite down your grin.
âUh huh,â you call back. You hear the fast pattering of slippers, and then Wanda appears, wrapped in a long silk dressing gown, eyes twinkling.Â
Before she says anything, she moves close, arms wrapping around you in a tight, lasting embrace. Her lips brush against your forehead, then she kisses down your face, the tip of your nose, before her mouth hovers against yours. âWelcome home, baby.â A soft press of her mouth to yours, and you can feel yourself almost melt at her touch. âGo, honey, get undressed. You must be aching to relax, isnât that right?â
You briefly mourn her touch when she pulls away, but you know sheâs right. By the time you return from your shared bedroom and head back downstairs, Wandaâs on the couch, one leg delicately draped over the other, and you feel yourself staring at the long, smooth expanse of exposed skin.
âHi, sweetheart,â Wanda says softly, amusement curling in her voice. She beckons you over to the couch, and you find yourself obeying instantly. The rug is plush under your feet, Wandaâs choice, of course. She picked almost everything that went in your home, from the kitchen counters to the beautiful â50s style fridge to the lovely deep velvet couch she was draped over now.
You move to sit beside her, only for Wanda to click her tongue. âCome here properly,â she tuts, then she pulls you close, practically into her lap. You canât help the blush that rises in your cheeks as she wraps her arms around your waist. âHow was school, baby?â
You hum, your tongue feeling a little heavy in your mouth. âIt was okay,â you try to say evenly, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. You wonder how sheâd react when you tell her the news.
âJust okay?â Wanda asks, kissing your neck softly. âYou know I know when youâre hiding something, right?â A spidery hand ghosts your side â you try not to huff out a giggle. Wandaâs lips curve up. âTell Mommy whatâs going on in that little head of yours.â Mommy. The word makes you shiver.Â
You squirm, feeling the all-too familiar warmth creep into your throat like cotton. âI got my results back,â you force yourself to say, even when you can feel your words slipping away, the desire to submit beginning to rear its head.
âIs that so?â You hear the smile in her voice, like she already knows youâre something to be proud of. âWhat did my baby get?â
You lick your lips to wet them. You canât even believe it yourself, honestly. Youâd double, triple-checked with the professor, but no, it wasnât a mistake. âI got the highest in the class.â
Wanda goes quiet. Her hand stills against your side, fingers curling slightly like sheâs trying to grasp what youâre saying. Then, slowly, âThe highest?â
You nod wordlessly, though now you feel a bit of panic rise in your chest. âI-I just studied a lot, itâs notââ
Wanda slides you off her lap gently so youâre facing her completely. Her eyes are wide, and her tongue runs along her lower lip, something you noticed she did when she was deep in thought. God. Is she disappointed somehow? The thought makes you bite your lip nervously, but Wandaâs hand moves to hold yours, stilling your nervous twitches.
âYou got the highest grade in the class and you thought that wasnât worth mentioning to Mommy?â
You visibly melt, nervousness and worry leaving your body like theyâd never been there at all. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest.
Wanda shifts closer to you, and you inch backwards until youâre almost completely laying on the couch. âMy smart little girl,â she purrs, a hand reaching up to brush through your hair before cupping your face. She kisses your jaw, and when she pulls away, the corners of her mouth are quirked up into a knowing smile. âSmarter than anyone else, arenât you, baby?â
The praise heats your cheeks. You squirm under her, thighs clamped together. Your thoughts feel slow, like youâre wading through molasses, and you nod a little dumbly up at her. Wanda bites her lip and smiles. âOh? You like it when Mommy praises you like that, sweetheart? Does it make your clever little brain all fuzzy?â
Words are cotton in your mouth. You nod again.Â
Wandaâs hands move slowly across your thighs, her smile never faltering. Your legs spread instinctually. âMommyâs so proud of you, baby.â A hand strokes your inner thigh, causing you to shiver. Her nails run along the thin fabric of your pyjama pants, a long, slow trail that stops just above your abdomen. âCan Mommy show you how proud she is of her clever little girl?â
Your voice cracks when you respond. âYes,â comes out as a broken whisper.
Your face is on fire. âYes, Mommy.â Heat simmers between your legs. Wanda coos.
âMy smart little girl,â she purrs, and your head spins. You feel your mind slip into that space that you know Wanda loves, the one she tries to coax out of you whenever she talks like this. Thoughts gradually eke out of your brain until your only thought is Wanda, Mommy, and how beautiful she looks on top of you.
Deft fingers slowly pull apart the bow of your drawstring pyjama pants, like sheâs unwrapping a particularly pretty Christmas present, and you squirm in anticipation. She shimmies them off, with you lifting your hips up to help her, and then thereâs almost nothing between her touch and where you want it most.
âOh,â Wanda murmurs, looking down. âIt looks like your body already knows what it wants. Clever thing.â
You bite back a whimper, head spinning with the praise, and Wanda looks pleased. Your underwear, a simple cotton affair, is soaked, sticking to you uncomfortably. She makes a little sympathetic sound, hooking a finger and pulling it to the side, and, fuck, you shiver as your cunt is exposed to the air.
âMommy,â you whine, the word hanging in the air, and the smile Wanda gives you is nothing short of delighted.
âUse your words, baby,â she says, though it feels like she wants you to do the opposite with the way her fingers press against your warmth. âUse your clever little mouth.â
You squirm again. âI-I want you to touch me.â Your legs spread wider when you feel Wandaâs hands push them apart, and she bites back a truly delighted smile.
She doesnât respond verbally, but the slow drag of your underwear down your thighs is enough for you. When the offending piece of fabric is hooked around your ankle, Wandaâs smile turns into something of a smirk. She inches backwards until sheâs laid on her stomach, still with her eyes on you. The eye contact burns, but you donât look away even when her head lowers, lower, lower, until her lips ghost where you want them most. âSay please,â she whispers, and you feel the words on your clit.
A pleased hum, and then the swipe of a warm tongue parting your folds delicately. Your body shoots up off the couch, back arching, a gasp wrenched from your lips. âMmâ ah, Mommy!" is all you say between needy moans, and Wanda simply hums, her lips curled into a grin like the cat that got the cream. She traces your cunt delicately, circling your entrance, and lets out her own terribly sinful moan when the tang of your arousal hits her tongue.
âOh, my baby,â she groans, breathing hot against you, and you shudder. âYou taste so good for Mommy.â And then her mouth is back on you, hot and electric, tracing every part of you like sheâs committing it to memory. Your clit thrums with desperation, and when her lips finally, finally, wrap around your clit, your hips buckle, a bolt of heat spreading down your legs.
âM-Mommy, ohââ Youâre silenced by a finger circling at your quivering entrance, wet from Wandaâs mouth, and suddenly itâs pushing inside you roughly while she kisses, licks, noses at your clit like sheâs starving for you.
She looks up at you through her lashes, and even though you canât see her mouth anymore, youâre sure sheâs smirking up at you. Her finger presses against your front wall, finding the spot sheâs felt so many times before. A moan is torn from your chest, so loud you couldâve felt embarrassed, but Wanda purrs in satisfaction. When she pulls her finger out again, you whine at the loss, but then she starts fucking you, angled just right to hit the spot that makes you see stars whenever she bottoms out.
âOh, fuck, fuck,â you babble, words failing you, your brain slowly turning into mush while Wanda fucks you, looking up at you like youâre the prettiest thing she ever did see. It feels like youâre on fire, every inch of skin, like oil is heating in your belly. âM-Mommy.â
Her hand doesnât slow. Her eyes, usually so green, are darkened with lust, pupils blown out and swallowing the color completely. Her tongue flicks at your clit teasingly, and, fuck, when did she slip another finger in? You can feel them pump, twisting, scissoring inside you, fucking you with carefully calculated precision that could only come from a Mommy knowing her girlâs pussy with years of experience on you.
Youâre twitching with barely contained pleasure, pins and needles in your feet, and you start to writhe. Wanda knows what that means, because her fingers move achingly faster, her balm-smudged lips sucking on your clit even with the violent bucking of your hips. Your throat tightens, your brow furrows. The heat in your belly is turned high.
âI- Mommy, Iâm gonna⊠Mommy, gonna cum, fuck,â are the only words you can string together. With a long low hum on your clit, Wanda replies wordlessly, another violent curl of her fingers, and itâs enough to send you careening over the edge.Â
Your entire body tenses, crumples for a long, slow moment, pussy clenching around Wandaâs hand, and then relaxes slowly, limbs going slack, chest heaving for breaths. Wanda fucks you slowly through it, then achingly pulls her fingers from you, leaving you empty.
Youâre leaning up to meet her halfway when she leans down to kiss your mouth, teeth just barely brushing your lower lip before she pulls away.
âOh, moya lyubov,â she coos softly, another kiss to the corner of your mouth. âSo, so clever. Mommyâs so lucky to have such a smart little girl like you, isnât she?â
Your cheeks, mystifyingly, heat even more than before, and you smile a little shyly at the praise. âWell, I donât knowâŠâ you start to say, but then a little shove at your chest knocks the air out of you as your back hits the couch again. âWhâ Iââ
Wandaâs lips, still sticky and wet from your arousal, curl into what can only be described as a devilish grin. âOh, did you think I was going to stop at one?â
You blink up at her, wide eyed. Already your pulse is jumping under your skin. âB-But Mommy, I-I just came.â You squirm with sensitivity. Wanda makes a little faux sympathetic sound.
âWhy stop at one? Youâve always been a little overachiever.â