Kinktober (13)- Worship
Wanda X Reader 18+
Summary: You prove to Wanda how much you love her after she confesses she feels insecure about her body.
Warnings/Tags: Soft smut, Insecurities about body image, Fingering, Fluff
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Walking into the bedroom after dropping the twins off at their fathers, you see Wanda standing by the mirror in only her underwear and slowly creep up behind her. Too busy in her own mind, she doesn't notice you in the reflection, body jumping when your arms snake around her middle and your head rests on her shoulder. You frown when you see her face, the insecurities and disgust in her eyes as she looks at her body.
“What’s wrong, love?” you murmur softly, her eyes meeting yours in the reflection, her smile not genuine as she tries to seem ok.
“Nothing Detka,” she whispers back, voice a little shaky. You simply look at her in the mirror, not accepting that as an answer causing her to sigh. “I just…I don’t get what you see in me,” she mutters, her hands going to her stomach, fingers tracing the stretch marks there.
“I see the most beautiful woman in the world,” your voice is almost overwhelmingly full of emotion as you keep your gaze fixated on her, “I see a woman who has the biggest heart possible, that’s kind, caring and loving to everyone,” your hands overlap hers, your own fingers tracing the marks there, “I also see a strong, powerful woman who brought two incredible people into this world that I love with my whole heart.” Her eyes glint with doubt at your words and she looks down at the floor while you continue to look at the mirror.
“You don’t have to say that just because I’m your girlfriend,” she mumbles, turning her head to look at you properly.
“I’m not,” you whisper back, moving your hands to cup her jaw as she turns her body fully to face you, “I mean what I say Wanda, you’re beautiful, inside and out. You’re my everything.” A lone tear drops from her eyes, your thumb brushing it away gently.
“I’m sorry,” her voice barely audible, “It’s just he used to… he would say-”
“He is an idiot who doesn't matter anymore,” you cut off, not letting her mind drown in his belittling and degrading comments. “You are so much more than what he ever said,” you lean forwards and press a soft kiss to her lips, smiling into the kiss when you feel her wrap her arms around you and pull you closer. “In fact, why don’t I show you how much I love this body, how much I love you?” You question against her lips, her eyes flicking up to yours to see how they darken ever so slightly.
Wanda answers by moving her hands to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss as you guide the two of you to the bed. You push her ever so softly, her falling onto the mattress, hair sprawling out as she looks like a work of art. You climb on top of her, pressing your lips to hers passionately but slowly, your hands drifting up and down her body, touch delicate making her whimper softly into your mouth.
“You are ethereal, my love,” you murmur as you break the kiss, moving to place open mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Your hands swiftly unclasp her bra, discarding the item on the floor before moving your hands to softly cup her breasts. You hear her sigh at your words, the doubt still lingering slightly making you look up from your position near her chest. “If you don’t believe me love, read my mind,” you say, her hesitating for a moment before her hands gently thread through your hair. You feel her magic flow through as you continue your journey down her body, worshipping every inch you possibly can. A gasp leaves her at the intensity of your love for her, the admiration and adoration you have for her, and she leaves your mind without needing to look any further.
“Do you believe me now?” you murmur out, mouth kissing the top of her chest as you plan to lavish her with affection. You take a perk nipple into your mouth, sucking lightly on the sensitive nub while your fingers roll the other, a low moan escaping her. Your tongue swirls around her hardened nipple, a groan escaping you at the soft whimpers leaving her lips, the vibrations making her moan louder momentarily. You let go with a pop, looking up at her with awe in your eyes as a string of saliva attaches from your mouth to her chest. You kiss across her chest, in between the valley of her breasts before taking the other nipple into your mouth and moving your hand to the breast that’s wet from your mouth. Your fingers trace around her nipple teasingly as your tongue flicks her other before you take it fully into your mouth. You repeat what you did to her other breast, sucking and licking at the sensitive until you have her whimpering desperately for you to continue.
“Please Detka,” She moans out, looking down at you with pleading eyes making you smirk into her skin.
“Soon, love,” you whisper, placing a kiss at the top of her abdomen and gradually making your way down. When you reach her stretch marks you feel her tense ever so slightly and look up to her head lolled to the side, looking away from you. “Look at me Wanda,” her eyes snap over to you at your tone, your eyes full of love and care that makes her want to pull you back up to her face and crash her lips to yours. “These,” you press a kiss to a small scar, “Don’t disgust me, ok? I don’t care what he said, they don’t make you look ugly or disgusting. In fact, I think they make you even more beautiful,” you look at her as you move to kiss as many as you can. “They show how strong and amazing you are, how you brought Tommy and Billy into this world, so please my love, don’t be ashamed of them,” you see in her eyes how she listens to your words, the doubt fading away making you smile against her skin.
You move up her body to press your lips to hers, both of you pouring your emotions into it as her hands cup your jaw and you brace yourself above her with one hand. Your fingers continue your journey down her body, them sliding under the waistband of her panties so you could pull the soaked fabric off of her.
“You’re so wet for me,” you groan against her lips when you slide your fingers through her folds, her arousal coating your fingers.
“Please,” she moans once again when she feels you tease her entrance with your index finger, your thumb moving to slowly circle her clit. You quieten her with your mouth, claiming it once again and muffling the moan that leaves her lips when you slide your finger in effortlessly. You thrust your finger in at a torturous pace and slowly drag it out before sliding it back in to have her groaning in frustration. You ignore her pleas that spill from her lip, wanting to slowly build her orgasm up and have her squirming under you.
You curl your finger in her, hitting her g-spot with every pump of your fingers, making her hands go to your back as she holds onto you for support, eyes closing and mouth parting in pleasure. You watch her as her face contorts to pleasure with every movement, breathy sighs and soft moans filling the room as your thumb rubs tighter circles on her clit. Her body writhes under you, hips bucking up in search of more pleasure while your fingers continue at the same place.
“Please, please,” she moans over and over, you finally giving in and increasing your pace. You're thrusting your fingers into her mercilessly, your name tumbling out of her mouth like a chant as her orgasm swiftly approaches. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” she groans out, throwing her head back against the mattress. “I love you,” she sighs out before your lips crash against hers, dampening the scream that leaves her lips. Her body tenses under you, a powerful orgasm ripping through her body as her legs begin to shake. You prolong her orgasm as long as you can, moving your fingers inside her, and then help her ride out her aftershocks.
“I love you too,” you whisper back, pressing small pecks all over her face making her smile, nose scrunching cutely.
“Thank you,” she murmurs into another kiss, smiling against your lips as you move so your body weight rests on her, arms wrapping around her so you can roll the two of you over. You lay on your back with her on top of you, grinning ear to ear before moving to rest her face at the crook of your neck. Her breathing tickles your neck, hands slipping under your shirt to brush against your warm skin. “So warm,” she mutters, making you smile as you look down, her eyes closed as she gradually drifts off to sleep in your arms.
“Sweet dreams, my love.”