“if no art makes you feel anything, make your own art and feel something” is too raw of a line to have come from a jenna marbles video of her painting a rainbow/polka dot seahorse saying “it’s seahorse time” on a denim jacket
a/n: y’all have heard of having a crush on your best friend’s mum but what about having a crush on your mum’s best friend? wanda and vision are divorced in this bc i can’t deal w cheating 🤧
requested by anon: “soft mommy!wanda smut with her being your mothers (nats) best friend??? 👀”
warnings: alcohol. smut - mommy kink, strap-on, praise, fingering/oral (r receiving), light overstimulation, kinda dubcon bc wanda used her powers
word count: 3.5k
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You had always been flustered around Wanda.
She was stunningly beautiful and so ethereal that how could anyone not stare at her out of awe?
She’d even caught you lingering over her once or twice though she just simply smiled in response, believing that you’d been staring out of adoration or something along the like; whilst you were forced to tear your eyes away in mortification. Practically bolting out of the room you were both in lest she see your cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment.
Besides, it was an unrequited crush. There wasn’t any way that she liked you like that nor would she assume that you liked her in that manner either.
After all, she was your mother’s best friend.
You were currently sat in your room reading a book, trying to distract yourself from the fact that your mother had invited Wanda over for dinner.
You could barely keep your emotions in check around the redhead; it was a wonder she hadn’t grown suspicious of your wariness to be around her.
You were disturbed by a faint knock at your door and with a soft ‘come in’, your Mum entered your room with a smile.
“Hey, honey. Dinner’s ready. Do you mind making some of your brownies later for dessert?”
“Sure thing, Mum. I’ll be right down.” You said, returning her smile.
“Thanks, sweetie.”
Natasha closed the door, once again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
Okay, breathe. It’s fine. It’s just a small crush. You’ll get over it. Breathe.
You murmured to yourself as if saying the words aloud would make them a reality.
Clearing your throat, you left your bedroom and descended down the stairs to greet Wanda.
She looked up from the foot of the stairs and beamed at you, “Hi, honey. How are you?”
Even just the gentle tone of her voice and the endearment term had you feeling warm. Exchanging pleasantries as you walked, you then all sat down at the dinner table.
You barely spoke as you ate your meal, instead, you were daydreaming about the redhead sitting opposite you. It was risky, you knew. After all, she did have the ability to read minds but you seemed to forget about that as she fell into easy conversation with Natasha.
As you pushed your broccoli around your plate with your fork, you suddenly felt a jolt on your skin that made you drop the cutlery. The clattering of the metal against the plate breaking your Mum’s and Wanda’s current conversation about how Sam and Bucky were training with Steve’s old shield.
“Honey, are you alright?” Natasha looked over at you, concerned at the abrupt action.
“Yeah, um, sorry. It just slipped out my hand.” You said, lying easily through your teeth.
That seemed to be enough your mother as she continued her previously interrupted conversation with Wanda.
You mentally shook your head, not wanting to embarrass yourself further and took a sip from your glass of water when you felt a warm tingle between your thighs.
Quickly swallowing the liquid in your mouth - to stop yourself from choking on it - you furrowed your brows at the feeling.
It was a familiar feeling but also kind of different. Often something that you felt when you were horny and playing with yourself. But you certainly weren’t doing that right now so what on Earth was going on with you?
The sensation travelled further up your thighs, directly between your legs where your growing sensitive nub was. You felt pressure being applied to your clit forcing you to fight back a moan from slipping past your lips.
You reached for your glass and took another swig of the drink in an attempt to maintain some sense of control and occupy your mind with something other than the sensation.
But when something, that could only be described as phantom-like, brushed up against your folds, teasing your entrance, you pushed your chair back and stood up abruptly.
“I’m gonna get started on the brownies.” You stated when Wanda and Natasha both looked at you with their brows raised.
“Okay, sweetie.” Your Mum replied as you gathered the plates and took them to the kitchen.
Placing them in the sink, you ran water over them as you watched the remnants wash away down the drain. Switching off the running tap, you then braced yourself on the countertop.
“What the fuck was that?” You whispered to yourself, steadying your breathing.
If only you had looked up to face Wanda. You would have seen her eyes grow a faint hue; small red tendrils swirling around her fingers.
Mixing the ingredients in the plastic bowl, you placed it on the table and dipped a spoon in the brownie mixture to taste it.
Licking your lips, you decided it needed some more sugar so you walked to the cupboard and reached up to grab the sweetener.
Your hand roamed aimlessly in the open door as you stood on your tiptoes to try to pick up the ingredient.
You stilled when you felt a pair of hands enclose on your hips.
“Here. Let me get that for you, honey.”
A shiver ran deliciously down your spine as the person behind you spoke. There was no need to turn around. You knew who the voice belonged to.
Wanda gently moved you but not before you grazed up against her and felt something hard against the small of your back.
Oh god, she was packing.
Your legs threatened to shake beneath you as you grabbed onto the marble island in an attempt to steady yourself.
Wanda turned around to face you, handing the sugar to you with a smile on her face, appearing to have been unaware of what you’d just realised.
“T-Thanks.” You took the sugar from her hand and generously measured it out before stirring it into your brownie mixture.
You were painfully aware that Wanda was still standing there, watching you as her lips tugged into a smirk.
Wanda walked up beside you, leaning against the counter before dipping two of her fingers into the mix.
Your mouth went dry as she placed them in her mouth and licked them clean. The action making you wet as you imagined her doing that under very different circumstances.
“Wanda, I’ve found the wine. You coming?”
Both of your heads turned to the door that led to the living room.
You were hot all over, a combination of arousal and embarrassment - feeling as though you’d been caught by your mother whilst doing something sinful when the act itself was not.
“Coming.” Wanda replied. She then glanced back over at you.
“I can’t wait to have a taste.” She said sultrily, licking her lips.
Your mouth fell open as you were unable to hide your shocked expression, “w-what?”
“Of the brownies, baby. Why? What did you think I meant?”
Wanda said sweetly, her brow raised in amusement and she continued to smirk at you, remaining unabashed at how flustered you were right now.
“Oh, I-um, I didn’t-”
You silently cursed yourself as you continued to fumble over your words, not able to form even one coherent sentence under her watchful gaze.
“I’m just pulling your leg, baby. I’m gonna go join your mother now.”
She finished on a cheery tone and when you saw her figure disappear from the door frame, you slumped against the kitchen drawers.
She’d called you ‘baby’ twice and yet, didn’t seem to realise how flushed the pet name made you.
Shaking your head, you willed yourself to get a grip on your feelings and to continue making the chocolate dessert.
Stop reading into things.
She doesn’t like you like that.
She’s just being kind.
***
Over the next few weeks, you felt yourself slowly being driven insane with how much you were lusting after Wanda.
She seemed to be over at your house much more often than before and each time, she unwittingly left you aroused and flushed. Though she appeared to have no indication of the effect she had on you.
Well, that was until you’d turned up drunk at her house late one night.
You’d been out partying with some of your friends from university and when you realised you’d had too much to drink, you had decided to head to Wanda’s house - she only lived a 10 minute walk away from where the party took place - and crash there for the night.
You rapped your knuckles on the wooden frame and greeted Wanda with a bright beam, your words slightly slurring.
“Hey, Wanda. Mind if I stay here tonight? I don’t wanna drive and Mum’s outta town.”
“Sure thing.” Wanda hurried you inside as she returned your smile.
She led you into the kitchen where she began fixing you a plate of things to eat.
“It’s some leftovers from what I made the twins last night.”
“Oh god, are they here? I’m so sorry.” You said quickly, worrying that your loud demeanour would wake them up.
“No, no. Vision has them for the weekend. Come on, baby, you need to eat to soak up some of that alcohol.”
Wanda picked up some of the food with a fork she’d gotten from the drawer and gently held onto your chin until you opened it so she could put the food in.
Scraping your teeth against the metal to pull the food off, you closed your mouth and chewed.
“Good girl.” Wanda murmured softly, her hand that previously held your chin now dropping to rest comfortably on your arm as you continued to eat.
With your inhibitions lowered, you found it increasingly difficult to maintain a calm exterior around the redhead, and soon found yourself blushing at the praise.
Something that did not go unnoticed by Wanda.
When she was happy that you’d eaten enough, she took your hand and led you to one of her guest rooms.
Using her magic, she pulled some fresh linen from the closet and quickly worked to make up the bed. Then she left you alone for a few moments before coming back with a large t-shirt.
When she came back into the room, you’d just finished texting your mum to let her know that you were staying at Wanda’s and that you’d call her tomorrow.
“Here.”
Placing your phone on the table, you stood up from where you were sitting on the bed and walked up to Wanda.
She asked when you continued to stand there, clean clothes in your hand.
“Sorry, I’m still kinda tipsy. Do you mind helping me take this dress off? I-I can’t reach the zip.”
You turned around, your back facing the redhead, hoping to get her help.
You weren’t trying to be flirtatious or push any boundaries but you couldn’t help it. Your intoxication had seemed to lower what little control you had left.
All that could be heard in the room was the faint unzipping of the metal down your outfit. But you could practically hear the pounding of your heart in your ears as they burned red at how intimate the two of you were getting without having actually done anything.
Slipping out of the dress, you whispered a soft “thank you,” and pulled the t-shirt over your head and down your waist.
You resisted the urge to tug the shirt to your nose as the smell of Wanda’s clothes threatened to overwhelm you.
You wearing her clothes made you all warm and fuzzy inside; as if she was claiming you, marking you with this one piece of clothing.
Finally, you turned back around to face Wanda who silently stood there, the bright moonlight shining through the window, lighting up part of her face, allowing you to see how her eyes were black with lust but speckled with a red glow.
You swallowed hardly, as if now aware of the fact that you had just brazenly bared your practically naked body to her.
“Thank you for the clothes, Wanda.” You murmured, after gathering enough courage to speak.
Though, whatever steadiness you had been able to muster in your voice was surely eradicated at Wanda’s next words.
“Thank you, Mommy.”
Wanda corrected you, her hand raising up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.
Your mouth went dry as you simply nodded, “Thank you for the clothes, Mommy.”
The moment those words left your mouth, a growl rumbled from Wanda’s throat and that was the only warning you had before her lips were on yours.
The kiss was passionate but short-lived. She’d pulled away to guide you backwards, the back of your knees hitting the bed behind you. She carefully laid you down, the soft duvet enveloping you both the moment your bodies touched it.
Then Wanda began kissing you again, this time, longer that the kiss before. Her hands roamed your body before resting comfortably on your hips. Her grip was bruising but not painful. With her flush against you, you could feel her strap through the thin sweatpants she’d been wearing when you first arrived.
You started to moan at the feel of her against you as, with each kiss, you sobered up. Instead, drinking in all that was Wanda. When Wanda ripped her lips from yours with another growl, a whine slipped from your throat before you could stop it.
Wanda smiled, her green eyes hypnotising, “I’m gonna make you feel good, baby.”
Wanda planted kisses on your bare skin as she travelled down your body. Lifting her shirt that you were wearing, she softly kissed your stomach and your breasts before lightly nipping at your skin. You winced when she tugged on your nipples, the pain quickly melting into pleasure.
Your hands flew up to tangle in her hair as you lifted your hips up to try to gain some relief from the burning arousal between your thighs.
“Please.”
Wanda tsked at you but said nothing more as she went further down your body, reaching your thighs. With a breath caught in your throat, you slowly opened your legs to accommodate for the redhead.
Wanda placed gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, the feeling only serving to increase your arousal. Wanda then tugged your panties off down your thighs before throwing them out onto the floor. You were surely dripping now.
Your hips had a mind of their own as they started to lift slowly, trying to get some form of relief, hoping Wanda would brush her lips further up to where you needed it most.
“Shh, detka.” Wanda soothed, resting one of her hands on your stomach, pushing it back down on the duvet.
You groaned as she slipped into her Sokovian dialect; her warm breath against your soft skin.
You whined, your hips unable to move as they were still under Wanda’s hold, “Mommy, please.”
You let out a sigh when Wanda finally latched her lips onto your pussy. She licked and sucked as you twisted beneath her, moaning at the pleasure that travelled through your body.
Your hands went back to Wanda’s hair, pulling at the strands when she gently grazed her teeth against your clit before attaching her lips to it to soothe the pleasurable pain.
A string of curses fell from your lips as you begged her not to stop, your high within sight. You started to rut your hips against her face, riding her lips as she kitten licked your folds.
“You taste so good, baby.” She hummed. The vibration of her words coupled with her eating you out allowed you to reach your peak.
“Fuck, right there. Right there.” You groaned, arching off the bed and further into her mouth.
“Come for Mommy.” Wanda ordered.
Your climax washed over you like a warm ocean wave; the tingling spreading all through your body. Gasping, your body fell back to the bed. A light sheen of sweat lining your face.
“Good girl.” Wanda praised, kissing your clit one final time before moving upwards back to your face.
Wanda brought your lips in for a kiss and you revelled in your taste on her mouth. As her lips continued to move against yours, you jolted when you felt her fingers slide through your folds.
“Shhh, baby. I just need to get you ready for my strap.” Wanda murmured, kissing your neck.
Her fingers teased your entrance. Her fingertips pushing in just slightly before she pulled them back out again.
Your legs started to close, your first orgasm leaving you sensitive. But they were suddenly spread apart again. Looking up at Wanda, you saw her green eyes now sparkled red as she used her powers to keep them open for her.
“Don’t you want to be a good girl for Mommy?”
You nodded frantically, catching your lip between your teeth.
Wanda didn’t reply and instead, thrust two fingers into you. She captured your lips in another kiss, swallowing the groan that would have fell from your mouth.
She continued moving her fingers in you before adding another. With her other hand, she gripped your chin forcing you to gaze directly into her eyes.
She placed another kiss on you and then leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Good girl.”
Your legs starting to shake as her fingers, that were still inside you, made a beckoning gesture, pressing against the most sensitive part in you. With another few thrusts and brushes against that sweet spot inside you, you clenched around her fingers as you came; your arousal drenching her fingers.
You shivered when Wanda dipped her fingers between your folds to gather your wetness snd rub them over her now exposed strap. She must have somehow used her powers to remove her sweatpants without you realising.
In a swift motion, you found yourself hovering above Wanda’s hips, her red strap beneath you, ready to drive itself into you.
“I’ve heard all your dirty thoughts, baby. It’s pained me to refrain from doing anything about it. But now we can. So go ahead, babygirl, ride me. Just like you’ve always wanted.”
You were too far gone to even think about the fact that Wanda had heard about your every thought. So, instead, you reached between the both of you and lined her strap with your entrance. Then with a moan, you enveloped her in your pussy until she’d bottomed out. The both of you groaned at the feeling.
You gave yourself a few moments to adjust to the feeling of your walls being stretched before you began riding her. Wanda’s hands rested on your hips, helping you as you bounced on her cock.
One of her hands balled up the t-shirt you were still wearing; the material creasing in her fist.
“As much as I wanted you naked, you look so pretty in my t-shirt, detka. You’re mine. Do you understand that? You belong to me.”
“I’m yours, Mommy.” You muttered as your thrusts started to become more frantic as your neediness grew.
Wanda looked up at you when you whined and saw your half-lidden eyes, black with lust. Grabbing at your hips, she flipped you over so she was back on top of you.
She then started to fuck you hard, her thighs slapping against yours, the crude sound filling the walls. As she increased her pace, it was all you could do to wrap your legs around her waist to meet each thrust.
She whispered sweet nothings in your ear as she praised you when you continued to beg, “Mommy, faster. God, please. There. Right there.”
With each rough thrust, the leather of the harness the strap was attached to, rubbed against Wanda’s clit. She fucked you without cause, the both of you chasing your own highs.
“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come for Mommy.”
Wanda pushed harder into you a few more times before you came around her strap, the orgasm almost painful as your back arched off the duvet. Wanda’s climax soon followed as she kissed you passionately, needing to feel your mouth on hers again.
When she slowed and finally pulled out, you winced at the emptiness. Wanda hummed to quieten you before pulling you into her arms as you both caught your breath.
When she felt your breathing steady against her chest, she lay you on your side and left to remove the strap and get you a glass of water.
You gulped the liquid down, relishing when the coolness soothed your throat; the sounds Wanda had pulled from you leaving it raw.
The two of you then lay in each other’s arms, a calm silence filling the air as you stared to drift off.
A ping of a phone rang out disturbing you both. You reached over the nightstand to grab your phone; your heart racing you saw the screen.
You looked over to Wanda who was laying beneath you, red hair streaked with orange tussled around her face accentuating her perfect jaw line.
Noticing you staring at her with wide eyes, she furrowed her brows. “What?”
Instead of answering, you muttered under your breath, “Shit.”
Your audio message to ‘Mum’ has been delivered successfully.
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