It’s crazy that the MCU currently has three black men who are meant represent patriotism and are the embodiments of the US (Sam Wilson, Isaiah Bradly, and Eli Bradly) and also three black women who are the some of smartest women in universe and are accomplished heroes in their own right (Shuri, Riri Williams, and Monica Rambeau) and yet they’ve all been sidelined and mistreated despite being some of the most interesting characters they’ve brought to live action since Endgame
“David Alleyne is a homewrecker” “David Alleyne shouldn’t have kissed someone else’s bf” “David Alleyne broke wickling up” David Alleyne is continuing the hard won Young Avengers team tradition of having the most weird fucked up borderline cheating relationships ever. He is merely participating in this historic event that every Young Avengers member goes through. And honestly he isn’t even the most egregious offender y’all!
Cassie Lang knew a boy for like four hours, made out with him, watched him disappear into space and time, and then dated the robotic clone they created from a copy of his memories. Nate Richards kissed a girl once, went to the future, got told his gay ah crush (William Kaplan) was going to die, went back in time, saw the girl he kissed once die, and then murdered her new boyfriend who was made out of a copy of his memories. Kate Bishop flirted with and dated both Eli and Tommy on and off for the entirety of their time as Young Avengers, including breaking up with Eli and immediately going and using Tommy as a rebound guy, then when they rebooted the Young Avengers dated yet another guy, wanted to sleep with America Chavez, broke up with her boyfriend, and then went and kissed Tommy Shepherd as a rebound guy AGAIN. Noh-Varr told his girlfriend he was breaking up with her because he was still in love with the ex girlfriend who was actively trying to murder them!
David Alleyne kissing someone guy’s boyfriend in a pocket dimension to hard launch his bisexuality is NOT the weirdest most fucked up thing someone on this team has done in terms of relationships. Let’s be so damn fr here guys like
Notes: StepMom!Wanda, cunnilingus, fingering, strap-on sex, intoxication, fluff, angst, mentions of abuse with minimal descriptions of physical acts of violence towards children
Summary: Your dad left, the twins went with Jarvis leaving you and Wanda with some alone time, but it doesn’t seem to last too long.
An: It took awhile but I got it up. If I decide to continue writing for this I'm ngl it seems like something I'll update monthly, because it's just kind of a lot to write but realistically I only see like 1 to 2 more parts happening. Thanks for the love and all the request for a second part hope I delivered 🫶.
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Seven days. You had waited seven long days to have Wanda to yourself. Whatever apology your dad offered hadn’t placated the woman. There was still tension in the house up until the day he left. Everything was calm after that.
You spent more time with Billy and Tommy, further strengthening your bond. Wanda had been working a lot, but still made time to spend with the three of you together. Seeing the intensity of her workload, you had taken on cooking not minding, if it gave her one less thing to stress over.
You didn’t think you’d be so reluctant to let Billy and Tommy go their father’s, but when the day came you couldn’t help but fuss over them.
“Listen, I know your mom told you to call her if anything happened, but you can call me too. I’ll come get you guys, it’s no problem. Any time, for any reason alright?”
“Thank you Y/n,” Billy speaks sincerely.
You tussle his hair, “It’s nothing.”
Tommy gives you a side hug, “Take care of our mom.”
“Will do, I’ll see you guys soon,” you chuckle.
Wanda walks them out to the car. You watch as Jarvis gets out when the boys get in. You can see him running his mouth, but it’s quite clear to you that Wanda isn’t having it. She begins chastising him in the street. The way he can’t refute her puts a smile on your face.
The asshole deserves to be treated that way. You can see the way his shoulder slump as he gets back in the car.
Anticipation builds as you see Wanda heading back to the door. This is the moment you had been waiting for. As soon as the door closes, you’re on her. Your body towers over her’s, slightly trapping her between you and the door.
You look down at her, with lustful eyes. Her hand cups the side of your face and you lean into her touch. Her gaze falls at a snail’s pace from your eyes to your lips.
“We're alone.”
“And what do you plan to do about that?”
Instead of answering the question verbally, your lips bare down on hers. Her back hits the door with a soft thud due to your intensity. Yet she doesn't want you to slow down. Her arms lock behind your neck as her legs try to hook onto your waist. You’re quick to hold her under her thighs, supporting her with eases.
It's your sign to take her upstairs. There’s no hesitation as you head straight for the master bedroom. She giggles against your lips as you lay her onto the bed. Your kisses create a path from her lips down the side of her face to her neck. You’re careful to suck lightly, even though you wish to mark her. Your teeth glide over her skin animalistically.
Her hands roam freely under your shirt, the skin feels as though it's burning with desire. Her fingers are cold against you, but you love the contrasting sensation.
Her eyes are dark when they meet yours again, “You want to take it off for me baby?” Wanda tugs at your shirt a little and you’re eager to comply.
She slips her shirt over her head at the same time. The swells of her breast call to you immediately. The soft mounds of perfection, held up by a lace bra that left little to the imagination. Her perky nipples peak through and you can tell they’re stiff.
You can feel your hands twitching, eager to feel them, but waiting patiently for her consent.
Wanda laughs at the dumb look on your face. You’re practically drooling over her.
“Come here,” Wanda calls for you to invade her personal space and you oblige. “Unhook my bra,” her eyes dare you.
Your hands are steady as they reach behind Wanda. You undo the clasp and you can feel yourself instantly dampen. The way your hands crave contact with the supple flesh strikes your core.
You reach for one, focusing on the soft gasps you hear from Wanda as your thumb cascades over her nipple. You rub the already stiff peak between your fingers before making a show of licking over it all the way up to the sweet spot of her neck.
An open mouth kiss lingers where your tongue stops. It’s then that you look to her. The slight swelling of her lips, the desperate look in her eye, the sweat of her brow. She was perfect and with no one around she was yours to claim.
Your eyes drop from her face down her chest to the jeans she had on.
“Ask me,” she whispers.
“I need to see it up close, please mommy,” you beg her earnestly.
She nods her head, chest already heaving lightly. Your hands reach for the top button of her jeans when your phone goes off. You ignore it the first time, but it continues to ring.
Wanda sighs thinking that you would take the call, instead she’s surprised when you simply turn off the device. With a new frustration in your movements you slide her pants down her legs.
“You aren’t going to get that?”
Your fingers toy with the elastic of her panties, “You think I’d answer the phone with you in front of me like this?”
Wanda looks away in shame, “Well-"
“He’s a fucking idiot,” you pull her panties to the side.
You lay on your stomach so that you’re eye level with her wet pussy. You’re tongue barely slides through her folds before you hear your doorbell repeatedly ringing as someone pounds on the door.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you say in frustration.
You throw your shirt back on and rush to the door. Wanda is hot on your tails with her jeans half on and her shirt in hand. You yank the door open to find Yelena standing there with a smirk on her face.
“What do you want?” You do your best not to yell at her.
Yelena holds her hands up in surrender, “I know you are, how they say, a little pent up as of late, but don’t be going and yelling at me.”
“Sorry, I was just… in the middle of something.”
“Your games can wait, tonight we club.”
You had completely forgotten.
“Right, right, the club,” you run a hand through your hair.
“I know technically she’s your friend, but I invited Kate Bishop to come with us, it’s going to be a night to never forget.”
“And when are we leaving?”
“Hmmm come over at 8, we’ll pick up Kate Bishop, and go from there.”
You nod a few times, “Cool, I’ll be over at 8.”
Yelena put a hand on your shoulder, “Don’t worry, this will definitely help you with your… situation. And please don’t dress like a 12-year-old boy, you are hot, stop hiding it.”
With that Yelena leaves and you close the door.
“You’re going to a club?” Wanda’s voice startles you, you had almost forgotten that she was there.
“I guess so. I agreed to go a week ago, but it slipped my mind.”
Her eyes narrow, “And what situation is she referring to?”
You stride towards her, and place your hands on her hips, “You know, just the whole being attracted to my step mother thing. I’m supposed to go clubbing to distract me from her.”
Wanda’s cheeks get rosy, “I got you so worked up that you told the neighbor about it.”
“First of all, she’s my best friend. Secondly, we had almost kissed and were trying to do the right thing. At the time the right thing was going out and having fun with people my age.” You lean in so your lips touch her ear, “But now I think I just want my mommy.”
With much effort Wanda speaks up, “It’s almost 6, you should start getting ready.”
You frown, “I don't want to go.”
“Too late, your friends are expecting you. Yelena literally almost broke the door down. Besides if you don't go tonight, she'll just try for another day. Anything to help you get over your dad’s wife, right?”
Your hand fumbles with her jeans. She doesn't stop you as you pull them down, or when you drop to your knees, “At least let me make you cum. I’ll get ready right after. I promise.”
“Y/n,” she tries to hold strong.
You nudge her legs slightly apart. Just like before your tongue swipes through her folds. This time you suck lightly on her clit before looking at her innocently.
“Want to make you cum so bad mommy, please.” you beg her, reveling in the way she tastes.
Wanda wasn’t used to this at all. Before you came it had been too long since Wanda felt attractive. She was truly astonished by the way you wanted her. In this moment denying you felt like denying herself.
Carefully her hand threaded through your hair. Her grip wasn’t tight, but you were controlled by it nonetheless.
“Go ahead baby, show me how much you need me.”
You were more anxious this time than in the bedroom. Something about this being your first time going this far with anyone finally started to rattle around in your brain. You have to make her cum, that's what you focused on.
So with your hands on her thighs and her hand in your hair, you surge forward a bit. Your tongue dips into her folds, at first dragging back and forth between them. Her taste on your tongue makes you moan. Your tongue swirls her clit before taking it into your mouth.
“You’re such a good girl for me. Flatten your tongue a little.”
You do as she says and the grip on your hair tightens slightly. She moves your head back and forth as you keep your tongue pressed against her.
“That’s it baby, get that tongue inside of me,” Wanda’s eyes are closed and her head is thrown back.
Your tongue prods against her slit trying to make its way inside of her. You move her hands to the back of her thighs pulling her closer to you. She’s as close as she can be when your tongue slips into her warm cunt. It doesn’t go in far, but it’s just enough to have her moaning your name.
“Fuck, look at me while you tongue fuck me,” she uses your hair to tilt your head up a bit.
You’re drunk on her at this point. You feel like you’re in a state of euphoria, as her juices slide down your chin.
The small pants from Wanda only spur you on. What was a slow, explorative pace turns into something fast and unhinged. You begin to fall in love with the sound of your tongue swiping through her. The sloppiness of it all feels delicious.
“I’m going to cum on that pretty little face,” it’s airy when she says it, her knees buckle.
Her hold on your hair loosens as she cums. The increase of the amount of wetness makes you want to keep going, but the shaking of Wanda’s knees make you slow. You stand, placing your hands on her hips, to help steady her.
“You taste so good mommy,” you lick your lips, keeping eye contact with the woman.
She pulls you into a deep kiss. She has a fistful of your shirt, making sure you don't pull away from her before she’s ready. Her tongue explores your mouth trying to capture every last taste of herself lingering on you.
“You did so well for me,” she pecks your lips once more.
The way your ears heat at the compliment has Wanda chuckling.
“You’re so bashful when I compliment you, pretty girl,” her hand brushes over your face.
You know that the tips of your ears are bright red by now. You burry your head in the woman’s shoulder, “It’s my first time doing anything like that.”
Wanda doesn’t believe you, “There’s no way.”
“I’m serious, the farthest I’ve gone is dry humping, this…” you pull your head out of her shoulder to motion between the two of you, “will be my first time, going past that.”
You see the look dances in her eyes, “Are you telling me, that no one has got to experience you like this before?”
“Only you mommy,” you fall into her fantasy seamlessly.
“How do you feel about that?”
Her hands subconsciously slide up and down your body. Her lip fits in-between her teeth, pulling slightly as her eyes find yours.
“I want you to take everything you want from me,” you tell her seriously.
Her fingers are cool against your skin, “You’re going to give it to me?”
You take her hand guide it down your torso and into your pants. She gasps when she feels how wet she’s made you, “Anything you want.”
“I want you… to go get ready for your night out,” she says, placing her fingers into her mouth.
She pushes you away from her playfully. You whine her, “Wanda.”
“Come on, I’ll even pick out your outfit,” she starts walking upstairs.
With your head dropped you reluctantly follow behind her, unable to stop yourself from mumbling, “Should be undressing me, instead."
“What was that?” Wanda’s sharp eyes hit yours.
You straighten your posture, “Nothing, nothing. I was just saying I can't wait to see what you pick.”
Wanda laughs, “Careful detka, I’d hate to have to give you a punishment.”
Your mouth hangs open at the thought, saliva pooling with desire.
Wanda shakes her head, grabbing you by the upper arm. She leads you to the bathroom. She shoves you inside, “You’re going to need a cold shower, to get your mind out of the gutter. While you do that, I’ll get your clothes ready.”
You try to decompress as the cold water runs down your body. Every time you take a deep inhale all you smell is Wanda on your face. You close your eyes and you see her urging you to be good for her.
You rest your head on the shower wall trying to get a grip. Your focus shifts to the way water feels against your skin. It’s cold, rigid, grounding. After you finish showering you do your skin care and brush your teeth as well.
When you make your way to the bedroom, you find Wanda sitting on your bed next to some of the clothes she had gotten for you. The towel that you had around you seems to garner a lot of her attention.
You can’t help but tease her, “You still want to help me get ready, or you just want to stare?”
She rolls her eyes, “Whatever, put these on, quickly so I can do your makeup.”
“I don’t really-"
“Trust me,” she bats her eyelashes at you.
You scoop up the clothes, “Fine.”
You drop the towel and she watches as you dress yourself. When you’re done, she stands and adjusts your clothes to how she likes them. You had apparently pulled the jeans up too high and she was quick to unbutton a large portion of buttons on the shirt. You had the shirt all the way tucked in and she pulled it so that one end of the shirt hung out.
You watch in your mirror, as she worked over your clothes. The shirt now plunged into a low V, which is something you never would have done on your own.
“Perfect, now get on the bed.”
You lay with your back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling pretending to be uninterested in the things Wanda is gathering in her hands. When she has the things she needs, she sets them on the bed next to your legs. The makeup is not entirely foreign to you, but you’re definitely no expert in it.
Wanda the straddles your waist, her hair dangles down as she studies your face. You feel your nerves picking up under her gaze. She was truly one of the most breathtaking people that you had ever laid your eyes on.
“Stop looking at me like that,” it’s not until she speaks that you notice her blush.
You look away, but her fingers grip your chin gently moving you back to the original position, “Sorry."
“It’s not going to be too much, I promise,” she begins applying some light make up to your face.
“Wanda, have you… done this before?”
“Makeup?”
You want to shake your head but you stop yourself because of your current predicament, “No, like been with a woman.”
“A few,” she answers nonchalantly.
“Oh.”
She doesn’t stop working, “Does that matter to you?”
“No, I was just curious.” You pause for a long moment before saying, “Like in college or?”
“Close your eyes,” she commands and your eyelids shut. “ In high school, in college, out of college, I’ve found my way around.”
“So it’s common for you, to um date women?”
Wanda nods, “Well yes, I like women, they’re pretty. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, I just- where does my dad come into the picture?”
“Cause he’s a man?”
“Well…”
Wanda chuckles to herself, “Sweetheart I like men too, maybe just a little less.”
You choke a bit, “Oh yeah, duh.”
She finishes with your eyes, “Can I ask you something, Y/n?”
“Anything.”
“Have you ever dated?”
You sputter for an answer, “ I mean- unsuccessfully, yes. Like I’ve been on dates, but they’ve never really progressed.”
“You said you dry-humped.”
You feel yourself growing embarrassed, “I did, but I never said she was my girlfriend. I’m not… people don’t really date me. I’m not exciting or adventurous or anything like that. I’ve got average looks, but I’m so socially inept that it just kind of-"
Wanda stops your rambling with a kiss, “I think you’re a catch. Now sit up so I can do your lips.”
A nasty thought swirls in your head, you try to keep it down, but it’s out of your lips before you can stop it, “I think you’re just saying that because I can make you cum.”
Wanda’s eyes look into yours, it feels like she’s staring into your soul, “I’m not. I’m saying it because you’ve shown it to me. You’re attentive, you’re dedicated, you’re kind, you know when to take charge, and you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. You’re charming, and funny, the fact that you can make me cum is just the icing on the cake. I was drawn to you before we even became intimate.”
“How can you see all that in such a short time?”
Her hand slips into yours, her thumb cascades over your knuckles, “It’s impossible not to see, Y/n.”
You clear your throat, “Sorry, I’m just not used to the um praise I guess.”
“Don’t apologize, I don't have any problems reassuring you whenever you need it. You deserve it, pretty girl,” Wanda places one more quick kiss on your lips.
She finishes up with your look. When you see yourself, a wide smile spreads across your face. You look amazing, you feel a strange sense of confidence burst through you.
“Thank you, for helping me get ready.”
“I couldn't let you go out without a little help. Now, you look good enough to eat. I hope you're prepared to keep the crowd off of you tonight.”
You reach for her and she lets herself enter your grasp, “I only have eyes for you.”
“You say that now, but it’ll be harder when some sweet young girl is pulling you onto the dance floor,” her gaze drops.
“I’ve never really had a thing for girls my age. I’ve always liked them older. Not to mention you’re the perfect woman.”
“Nobody’s perfect, Y/n,” she tries to escape your hold.
“I thought that same thing, but then I saw you and I knew I’d been lied to.”
She blushes and you let her go, “You’re so corny. I think it’s time for you to go to Yelena’s. Wouldn’t want her to come breaking down the door again.”
“And you'll be waiting for me when I come back?”
She throws you a smile over her shoulder, “ I’ll be right here.”
You send her one back. You start to head to the front door, but you turn back half way. It was impossible for you leave without giving her one last kiss.
“I’ll see you later,” you say walking away one last time.
You exit the house and head for Yelena’s, when you knock she answers quickly.
“You look amazing, I never knew this was possible for you.”
You roll your eyes, “Shut up, and let's go get Kate.”
“Do I not get a compliment?”
You huff, “You look great, can we go now?”
“You’re so mean to me,” she says stepping out of her home.
She flashes her keys and you hop in the passenger seat of her car. During the drive you catch up on more that you missed while you were at school. Not just neighborhood gossip, but specifically what had been going on in Yelena’s life. When the topic shifts back to you she asks about Wanda.
“So how've you been holding up?”
You weigh your options briefly. Tell the truth or lie to Yelena. It made sense to say nothing had changed, but that's complete bullshit that Yelena would see right through.
“Things are still complicated, but it’s different now,” you say uncertainly.
“What does that mean?”
You look out of the window, “My dad’s on this trip for work, he’ll be gone for a month, maybe longer.”
“So it’s you, the kids, and Wanda?”
“Not exactly, the kids left this morning. So it’s just me and Wanda.”
Yelena whistles, “You poor soul. Just you and your forbidden fruit right there for the taking.”
You sink down in your seat, “What if I did?”
“Did what?”
“Take it; what if I crossed that line?”
Yelena laughs, “I don't think you have a shot Y/n.”
“But if I did, would it be wrong? You should've seen how they fought Yelena. My dad didn't tell Wanda about his work trip until 3 days before he was supposed to leave. She blew up on him, but well deserved. The guy hasn't changed, never there for the people that need him the most.”
She sighs, “I think morally it’s wrong. That's your dad’s wife… but if you're asking me if I'd judge you for it, then I would not. She’s an attractive, kind, woman who, let’s be honest, is too good for your dad.”
“Ok.”
“Any particular reason you are asking me this?”
You clear your throat, “Well, I- we…”
“No way,” Yelena turns to you fully.
“THE ROAD, LENA LOOK AT THE ROAD.”
She readjusts her hands on the wheel and looks forward, “Y/n did you fuck your stepmom?”
“Technically no… but maybe she came on my thigh and I ate her out,” you say it so fast Yelena almost doesn’t understand.
“Oh my god! How did this happen? What did you do? I thought we were putting distance not full sending?”
“I told you she was arguing with my dad. I kind of had to take charge of the situation. The kids were there so we went upstairs. I came back down to like be an adult and end their argument it worked. The boys fell asleep in my room so I went to theirs. She was in there… she asked me if I would leave, I said no. One thing led to another.”
“WITH THE WHOLE FAMILY THERE?!?!”
“It was the heat of the moment. We waited until the twins left before it happened again but then I was nearly cock blocked by a blonde psycho banging on my door.”
She looks at you again, “I can’t believe this. What about your dad?”
“I don't know, but I’m not giving her up without a fight,” your tone is stubborn as you speak.
“So… new plan for tonight. You’re getting wasted enough to forget the consequences of your actions.”
“Sounds good to me.”
When you pull in front of Kate's place, you go to text her, but Yelena stops you. She gets out of the car and goes up to the girl’s door. When Kate opens the door, you watch them converse.
You take note of how Yelena continuously seems to fluster Kate. You’re starting to think you know why Yelena invited the brunette in the first place.
“Hi Katie, glad you could join us.”
“I don't think I had much of a choice Yelena basically said it was for the greater good and that I needed to come for your sake.”
You give the blonde a light glare and she raises her hands in defense, “Don’t be mad at me for caring.”
“I’ll explain on the way.”
So you do just that on the way to the club. Kate’s reactions were hilarious making the blonde woman in the driver’s seat last. You had just finished when you guys arrived at the club.
“We should’ve pre-gamed harder,” Kate says when you finish telling the story. “Y/n this is quite literally the craziest thing you’ve done in your life.”
“By far,” Yelena adds on.
“I’m aware, but I can’t bring myself to regret it or feel guilty. For the first time in my life I feel like I’m doing something for myself.”
Yelena parks the car as you get close to the destination. You all get out and begin walking to the club.
“You know what? Fuck yeah, Y/n,” Kate pulls you into her side.
Yelena puts her hand on your shoulder, “And when this inevitably goes wrong or gets super complex, we’ll be here for you irregardless.”
“Regardless,” Kate corrects her.
“Same thing.”
You wrap your arms around both of them, “Enough talking, tonight we drink. To being young, wild, and reckless.”
As you enter the building the music is blasting at max volume. It’s packed, as people dance to the beat of the song. Bodies are everywhere and the only lights are the colorful splotches that move across the room.
“I thought you hated the club?”
“I do, but hopefully drinking will change that,” you scream over the music.
Yelena takes charge leading the three of you to the bar. There’s two seats so you stand as the other two sit down. The blonde has already ordered a round of shots for you to down.
She reaches her hand out to Kate who takes it curiously. Yelena pulls Kate into her lap, and your former dorm mate yelps in surprise. Your neighbor keeps the smile on her face as she looks at you, “Sit.”
You eye them, “Is there something I should know about?”
Kate turns a deep shade of red, “Uh um.”
Yelena just chuckles, “No, but I am working on it. Are you opposed to this Kate Bishop?”
“Well, no,” she cautiously meets Yelena’s eyes.
“Perfect, I’ll drink to that,” Yelena picks up one of the shots.
You two follow suit, immediately as she orders another round. It takes about 4 shots before you feel the nerves that you had settle.
Guess by Charli XCX and Billie Eilish starts to play in the club.
“I fucking love this song, let’s dance,” Kate gets off Yelena’s lap and pulls her to the dance floor.
You follow the pair feeling the beat of the song travel through your body. Your dancing consist of a lot of jumping as you scream the lyrics along with the rest of the club.
You’re in your own world so you don't notice a girl dancing behind you until you almost turn into her.
“Hi,” she shouts over the music.
“Hi,” you don't stop dancing.
Your movements cause a smile to spread across her face, “I like the way you dance.”
“Thanks, it’s the alcohol.”
“I’m Cass, do you mind if I dance with you?”
In the moment you thought nothing of it, “Sure, I'm Y/n.”
You dance with the brunette. There are a few times when her hands brush against your body, but you think it's tight space, that makes it impossible to be anything but close to her. You end up being pushed up against each other. She stumbles into your arms. You grab her shoulders so she doesn't fall.
“You good there?”
“You’re really pretty, and oh your arms are pretty buff too,” she looks up at you through her eyelashes.
It sobers you up a bit, “You here alone Cass?”
She shakes her head, “No I came with my friends.”
“Let’s help you find them.”
She grabs on to your shirt, “But I like it here, with you.”
You take her hand in yours and off of your shirt, “That's nice, but what if your friends are worrying about you?”
“You’ll keep me safe won’t you,” her hand moves to swipe some hair behind your ear.
“Y/n, there you are… who is this?”
“This is Cass, she needs to find her friends,” you look at them for help.
She pouts, “Why, when the girl of my dreams is right in front of me?”
Kate interjects, “Don’t you want to introduce her to your friends?”
Cass's eyes sparkle and she grabs your wrist, “Eli and America will love you.”
She begins dragging you through the club while both of your friends do their best to keep up.
“Cassandra Lang, we've been looking for you, “ another girl comes up and pulls the blonde from you.
“America, this is Y/n the love of my life,” Cass throws her arms around her friend.
Her friend raises an eyebrow as she looks at you. You shake your head.
“I’m not the love of her life. I found her on the dancefloor and thought I'd try to get her to her friends,” you explain.
Cass frowns, “But I thought we had something?”
A man approaches and ruffles her hair, “You have had too many drinks. Sorry about her.”
“It’s alright. Well I’m going to get another drink. It was nice dancing with you Cass,” you send her polite smile.
“I love you, Y/n,” she says as you walk away.
“She was pretty cute, Y/nn,” Kate says as you wait for another drink.
“Kate Bishop remember she’s whipped by the red headed milf,” Yelena reminds her.
You nod as you sip your drink, “Damn right.”
You pull out your phone and see you have a couple missed calls from your dad. He calls again while the phone’s in your hand. You pick it up even though you can barely hear it in the club.
“Hello!”
“Kid where are you at? I’ve called you and Wanda and I haven’t-”
“I’m clubbing, Wanda’s home. I’ll talk to you later,” you hang up on him before he says anything else.
You down your drink and get another after that.
“You don’t want to slow down?” Yelena watches you.
“Nope.”
You don’t slow down. Having a few more drinks before hitting the dance floor again. You’re definitely a little more than buzzed. The more you start to realize how intoxicated you are, the more you want to go home.
Your mind starts to wander to Wanda. Her body, her lips on your neck, her voice in your ear. You start to picture her riding you, but not your thigh this time. She’s fully naked bouncing on your lap and your mouth is occupied sucking on her nipples.
“Fuck,” you mumble to yourself.
You see Yelena and Kate dancing in the corner. It looks like they’re caught up with each other. As much as hated to interrupt them you did it anyway.
“Lovebirds, I’m going to get a Lyft home,” you shout at them.
“You don't want me to take you, I haven’t had anything since we came in?” Yelena says.
“Nah, you two have fun, ok?”
Yelena nods, “Let us know when you make it safe.”
“Will do.”
The Lyft ride is a little hazy. By the time you get to your house, it feels like you’re in full heat.
You attempt to open the door but the key keeps slipping through your fingers. Your hands are shaking as you attempt to get in. The door swings open causing you to drop they keys.
You crouch down to get them off the ground. When you raise your head, you see Wanda looking down at you with her arms crossed.
A silk robe adorned her body and it left little to the imagination.
“Your dad called me, he’s mad I let you go to a club,” she says.
“Oh.”
She tilts her head to the side, “Are you going to say down there all night?”
You stand up quickly, nearly dropping the keys again. When you step into the house, Wanda closes the door behind you.
“How’d you get home?”
You stare before answering, “Lyft.”
“Where’s Yelena?”
“She stayed with Kate at the club. I wanted to come home. I missed you,” you step into her personal space, hands playing with the bottom of her silk robe.
“We have to talk about what your dad said,” Wanda tries to grab your attention.
“I don’t want to talk about him. I want to show you how much I missed you,” your warm hand closes over her cool one.
You slide her hand into your pants. Her fingers brush in-between your folds barely grazing your clit as she pulls her hand away.
“You’re drunk,” Wanda says it more to herself than you.
“And horny. So definitely not the time to talk about my dad. Especially when all I can think about is mommy.”
Wanda visibly sighs before taking your hand in hers and pulling you up the stairs. You finally think you’re getting what you need, until she directs you towards the bathroom.
Once you’re in there you sit on the counter top.
“Y/n you need to- what’s that?”
Your brows furrow, “What?”
“That on your chest,” Wanda’s jaw clenches as she speaks.
You try to look down at your chest failing to see what she’s talking about, “My boobs?”
“There’s lipstick on you,” she swipes her thumb across it raising up so you can see the pink color coating it.
“Oh, it must be from Cass.”
“Who’s Cass?”
Your eyes close as you try to recount the story, “There was this girl at the club, she was dancing with me and saying that I was like the love of her life or something? She was so drunk she fell like into me. We found her friends though, and then I got more drinks. She was kind of pretty but like my friends said I’m whipped by this red headed milf that lives in my house. Whoops sorry I said milf.”
Wanda went through a lot of emotions as you were speaking. The thought that some girl from the club tried to claim you made her jealous. Some girl putting her hands on you, her lips on you, saying you were the love of her life just made her furious. However she thought it was cute that you said you were whipped for her. She also didn’t hate being called a milf.
“Y/n let’s get you cleaned up,” Wanda turns on the shower.
“If I take my clothes off, will you fuck me?”
She snorts, “No, because you’re drunk.”
You pout, “This fucking sucks.”
Wanda kisses your forehead, “If you can get yourself clean and ready for bed, we can kiss a little.”
That’s all it takes for your clothes to come off and you to rush into the shower. While you’re in the shower Wanda picks out some pajamas for you and takes them back into the bathroom. She decides to wait for you to finish in your room. She makes herself comfortable on your bed.
Around 10 minutes later she hears your feet padding along the hallway floor. Soon you’re opening the door and falling face first into the bed, the alcohol making you sleepy.
“So too tired to kiss?”
She doesn’t expect a response, but she finds it adorable when you scoot closer to her. Your legs tangle with her and you drape an arm over her. Lastly you lift your head, with your eyes still closed, puckering your lips.
She gives you a soft kiss and you tuck your head into her shoulder. You mumble a ‘goodnight’ and it seems you’re out in an instant.
When you wake up the next morning the bed is empty. There’s hardly any light peeking through your curtains, but the little light that is makes you squint your eyes. Your head is throbbing and you groan recounting how much you drank last night.
When you sit up in the bed you notice the water and what you assume to be Advil on your bed side table. You gulp down the water and take the pills without hesitation.
You check your phone and your eyes widen as you see that it is 2pm. The time shocks you but doesn’t make you move any faster. You change into some sweats before brushing your teeth and heading downstairs.
“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you until the sun went down again,” Wanda calls from the kitchen.
You follow her voice, seeing her wash dishes. You move with confidence, hugging her from behind and resting your head on top of hers.
“I’m never going clubbing again,” you kiss the top of her head.
“Do you remember anything from when you came home?”
You frown, “Something about my dad.”
She turns in your arms, “Yeah, he called me pretty upset because someone hung up in his face.”
“Well what was I supposed to do? I could hardly hear him. Plus he only called me because you weren’t answering,” you explain to her.
“I told him you were old enough to make your own decisions and that I wouldn’t be stopping you “
“Good.”
“I also told him you’d call him back today…”
You separate from her begrudgingly, “Fine, I’ll get it over with now.”
The call to your dad was nothing special. He tried to scold you a little bit, but you reminded him that you were an adult that could do what you wanted. Then he turned the conversation into just wanting to make sure you’re safe and that home is safe. He asked about if you knew what Wanda was up to while you were gone which threw you for a loop.
He was extra curious about her whereabouts and activities since she was home alone. You told him you didn’t know. With the boys gone and your night out it was seeming like he was stressing about what she could’ve been doing.
“I just want to make sure that you know, there’s nothing strange going on while I’m away,” he says towards the end of the conversation.
“What you think she’s having someone come over or something?”
He pauses, “No, I just- sometimes when Jarvis stops by, I get a little territorial you know, like this is mine and-”
“You don’t own her dad and I’ll have you know she actually just laid into him yesterday about what he’s been saying to Billy.”
“I wasn’t saying I owned her. It’s just Wanda is an amazing woman and I just don’t want to lose her.”
You roll your eyes, “Well that’s what conversation is for. Talk to her, communicate your feelings, and trust her.”
You hear him click his tongue, “I see what you’re saying. I gotta go kid, I’ll talk to you soon. Love you.”
When he gets off of the phone you’re annoyed with him. However it’s a little funny that he has every right to be worried. He doesn’t know the person he’s worried about is you.
“So what did he want?”
“To make sure you weren’t inviting anyone over while no one else was home because, and this is a direct quote, he gets a little territorial and you are his.”
She ponders, “Well I am his wife.”
You disagree, “His wife not his property. He doesn't own you.”
“And if we were married instead?”
“If we were married you would be mine but I would be yours too. I’d trust you and your judgement. There’s no way I’d ask my kid to keep tabs on you,” you say without skipping a beat.
“He’s got you all worked up, sweetheart,” Wanda gets behind you and starts rubbing your shoulders. “You’re too young to be this tense, go sit on the couch for me.”
Shortly after you sit on the couch Wanda stands behind you, continuing to put a subtle pressure on your shoulders.
A moan drips from your mouth as she works the knots in your shoulders, “Oh god.”
“You know I was thinking last night about how you've made feel good and I haven't returned the favor. I think it would really get some of this tension off of you baby.”
You tilt your head back to stare up at her. She pecks your lips once, twice, three times before your hands rests on her face holding her in the upside-down kiss.
Her hand reaches to tug at the bottom of your shirt. You eagerly pull it over your head. She takes the time to rid herself of her shirt as well. She comes over to the other side of the couch so she’s facing you.
Almost like you did yesterday she gets on her knees. She pulls your sweats and you help her get them off.
She kisses up your thighs, your legs tremble with excitement. It causes her to giggle against you but she doesn’t stop with her kisses.
When she reaches your underwear she makes eye contact with you, “Are you sure?”
“Please mommy, I want to cum,” you say not breaking eye contact.
She rids you of the underwear and spreads your legs a bit. Just from a small make out and shoulder rub, you’re wet.
Wanda plays with idea in her mind of what she wants to do first. She decides to slide one of her fingers inside of you. She watches the way your hands squeeze the couch cushions.
“You’re so tight and warm. I don’t think your pussy would even give me my finger back,” she watches as your cunt sucks in her finger.
Her pumps are slow at first to allow you to adjust but soon she picks up the speed.
“More, I need more please,” you say with your eyes screwed shut.
“Look at me,” Wanda commands.
You do as you’re told and she slips in another finger at your compliance. Your head falls forward and your breathing intensifies as you watch her finger fuck you.
“That’s it pretty girl, open up for me,” she starts spreading you with her fingers.
Her thumb makes light contact with your clit. You almost arch off of the couch, but she keeps you grounded.
“So sensitive baby, could you handle it if I-” she cuts herself off, deciding to stroke your clit with her tongue. It’s sensual as she takes it into her mouth, sucking lightly. Her fingers continuing to pump into you.
“I- fuck, I’m going to cum,” you mewl, gripping onto the couch with all of your strength.
“Cum for mommy,” Wanda looks up at you briefly before refocusing on your pussy.
Her teasing pace becomes more solid as her fingers and tongue work in tandem to bring you to your climax.
The heat builds inside of you, unlike anything you've experienced by yourself, and soon it’s seeping out of you. Your body convulses as you cum with Wanda’s mouth on your clit and fingers buried inside you.
Your eyes are wide and breathing is short as she slowly works you through your orgasm. When she senses you’ve come down, she climbs up into your lap. Her lips capture yours in a sweet kisses.
She’s gentle as your tired lips attempt to keep up with her’s. Your hands finally leave the couch cushions to rest on her lower back, unwilling to put any distance between the two of you.
“You did so well for me detka,” she strokes your hair, kissing you on your forehead.
“I’ve never felt anything like that in my life,” you say breathlessly.
Wanda takes your earlobe in her mouth playfully, “Get used to it.”
She attempts to get out of your lap, but you don’t let her, “What about you?”
“I have to get back to work.”
You plead, “I can be quick.”
The desperation in your tone only makes her more wet than she already is. She ponders over what to do. Then she realizes, that perhaps, she could do both.
“Follow me, leave your pants off,” she taps your shoulder twice, slipping out of your hold.
She throws her shirt back over her head and walks upstairs. You follow her, naked and on slightly unsteady legs.
She leads you into the main bedroom. She has her work equipment set up on the desk in the corner. You watch as she goes into the closet, anxious to see what the woman was planning.
When she comes back she has a shoe box in hand. She sits it on the bed and beckons you closer before opening it.
“You’re going to fill me up while I work,” She holds up a harness, and you feel yourself getting warm at the thought.
She helps you put it on, attaching what you believe to be a slightly larger than usual dildo. She lubes it up before passing you to her office chair. She lightly pushed you down on top the seat.
You watch as she makes quick work of removing her pants. You lick your lips when you notice the wet spot she had in her panties.
Her hands hold the arm rests of the chair while you take her hips in your hand helping lower her on to the strap.
You focus on the way her breath hitches as she takes more and more of you. Once you’re all the way in she slowly rides you. The way her pussy opens around the cock has you mesmerized. You test your luck thrusting lightly into her, eliciting a light whine.
“I love the way you feel inside me,” she rolls her hips again.
Your hand move to rest on her stomach, while your head rests on her shoulder. You peer at the computer screen in front of you, vaguely posing attention to what she's working on.
“Are you going to be able to finish, like this?”
“The work or…”
You kiss her shoulder, “Both.”
She nods, “I think so. I just need you to move for me, slowly almost the same pace as your breathing. Build me up so I can cum on your fat cock. Can you do that for mommy?”
You carefully thrust inside her, “I can do that. “
You watch as she edits the document before her, following the pattern that she set. Soon it just becomes mindless as you push into her. She’s making a mess all over your thigh, but staying completely composed at the same time.
You have no idea how long you've say for when she finally finishes with the document. Her breathing becomes shallow and her head rests on the desk.
The change gives you a small concern, “Wanda?”
She maneuvers so that she’s facing you, the cock still buried inside of her waterfall of a cunt. Her eyes are closed as her forehead rests against yours.
“Fuck me,” she pleads. “Hard, fast, and sloppy.”
You lift her a bit to give you some leverage. She takes a deep breath and that's when you begin pounding her pussy.
The rapid change in movements has the woman screaming into the room. The sound of your skin slapping together, with the stickiness of her juices is delicious.
“Don’t stop, don't you fucking stop.”
Your breathing pick us as well, “You’re so hot like this mommy. Full of me, begging for more. I wish you could sit on my cock all day. I love having your pussy leaking all over my lap.”
“Oh shit,” she says as you begin to fuck her faster.
You take initiative forcing her to stand, before pushing her head down against the desk. Your legs are a little numb, but you know she's close so you fuck her into the table.
“That’s it baby, make mommy cum all over your cock. Make me your little cock slut. I'm yours baby, mommy’s all yours.”
It's unexpected when you feel yourself release at her words. The stutter in your movements is enough to send Wanda over the edge too. You can almost feel it as her cunt pulses on the dildo.
You move to take it out of her but she stops you, “Not yet, baby.”
You stay inside of her, placing scattered kisses over her skin. She eventually signals for you to pull out. She shutters at the empty feeling. You turn her around so you can kiss her properly.
Your lips find hers with a sensual passion. It’s slow and methodical when you nip at her bottom lip. She holds your face in her hands tenderly as you kiss.
“You’re so good to me,” she says with one final peck to your lips. “I want to take you out.”
“Like a date?”
“Ideally yes,” she plays with the hairs on the back of your neck.
You kiss her forehead, “Sounds good.”
The rest of the day passes by blissfully. You spend it with Wanda, just relaxing. The two of you talk and get to know each other better. She finally tells you about her childhood, which is where you find out where she’s from. The slip of her accent finally being explained. She tells you about her parents and her brother.
Before you could see what kind of person Wanda was, but now you felt like you actually knew her. It felt like more than just a physical attraction before, but now, you were sure.
Wanda knew a few things about you from what your father had told her, but not necessarily anything meaningful. You told her about your upbringing with a single father. The woes of navigating life semi-independently at such a young age. Your struggle with socialization and how Yelena was really there for you whenever you needed her.
You shared positive things too. The little pieces of mischief that you and Lena had got into as children. The fleeting, but bright memories you had of your mom. You talked about your passion for literature and meeting Kate at college.
It was nice having someone be interested in your life for once. Wanda also felt this was the first time someone had cared to know more about her in what seemed like an eternity. You both found yourselves enthralled with one another.
Similarly to your first outing together, you both fell asleep on the couch while something played on the TV. The only thing that woke you up was your phone ringing.
You reach to for it groggily with your eyes still closed.
“Hello?”
“Y/n, d-do you think you could come get us?”
Your eyes shoot open immediately. You check the time and it’s nearly 2am. Wanda is laying somewhat across your lap.
“Yeah Tommy, just send me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can. What happened?”
You stealthily move from the couch, careful not to wake Wanda.
“Billy and dad got into a huge fight. It got physical and I tried to step in, but I didn’t know what to do and-”
“He hit you?” It’s a challenge to keep your voice down as you head for the front door.
“No, but he hit Billy. It was a proper fight I had to get in between them."
You feel your jaw twitching, “Where’s Billy now?”
“He’s asleep, I just… I don’t know if we’re safe here. I know we just left but-”
You stop him, “Tommy, I told you to call me, didn’t I? I don’t care if you were still on the block, I’d come get you and it wouldn’t be a big deal. I’m glad you called me.”
“Thank you, I’m sending the address now.”
You type it into your phone, “I should be there in 20 minutes alright? Make sure you have your stuff and your brother’s stuff too. Do you know if your dad is still awake?”
“I think he’s asleep, but he’s a light sleeper. We should be able to get out though,” Tommy says.
“Good, I'm on my way. I’ll see you soon.”
The call ends after that. You take off, following the directions to the address. The speed limit seems more irrelevant by the minute.
You honestly can’t believe that Jarvis got into a fight with Billy, after he had just been scolded by Wanda. If he didn’t enjoy that, whatever happens after she finds out about this is going to be 10 times worse.
Honestly you wanted to get your hands on the man yourself. Who did he think he was putting his hands on Billy?
When you pull in front of the house you text Tommy. He responds saying they'd be right down. You keep the car running, watching the front door. You don’t wait too long before you see Billy and Tommy come out. They make it halfway through the lawn before the front door opens again.
“Where do you think you’re going at this hour?”
You get out of the car, calling to Tommy and Billy, “Boys get in.”
They hurry to the car with their father chasing after them. You rush onto the lawn, blocking his path, while they hop in the car.
“What’re you even doing here? You can’t just take my kids, I’ll-”
“You’ll what? Call the police? I’d bet they’d love to know that you’re hitting your kids.”
“How I discipline my son, is none of your business,” he glares at you.
Your jaw twitches, “Maybe it’s not my business, but we’ll see what Wanda thinks of all of this.”
He grabs a handful of your shirt, “You little unwanted shit.”
You shove him hard and he falls to the ground. You can’t resist the urge to kick him while he’s down. With one strong kick to his gut, you leave in his lawn, getting back in your car.
You don’t waste any time, driving away from his house. It’s quiet, with no one saying anything. When you catch a red light you look in the back, and gasp as you see Billy. He has a cut above his eyebrow and his right eye has swelling. Your grip on the steering wheel tightens.
“He did that to you?”
“I got him pretty good too and I’m sure he’s feeling that kick you gave him,” he says smugly.
You crack a small smile, “Your mom is going to be pissed.”
“Do you think-”
“We have to tell her. Besides she’s going to see you, Billy. I wouldn’t be surprised if-”
Your phone starts ringing in the center console. You know it’s Wanda, you can just tell. You tell Tommy to answer the phone.
“Hi mom. Yeah, I called Y/n. Look can we just explain when we get there, it’s only like 5 minutes. Love you too, bye.”
He hangs up the phone.
“Do you think she'll be mad we didn't call her?”
“I was going to say I wouldn’t be surprised if she was awake,” you finish your sentence.
“No, I don't think that matters here. As long as you're safe she would never be mad at you,” you level with both boys.
You can tell the boys are nervous when you park the car. The silence is loud and it has little to do with the fact it’s a little past 3am.
You don’t have the words to comfort them in the moment, but you’re certain everything will be ok. When you unlock the door, both boys try to rush upstairs. You grab both of them by the backs of their shirts.
The timing lines up to when the light turns on. Wanda doesn’t get a word out before Billy’s face is in her hands.
“Mom I’m fine,” he says as she pulls his face in multiple directions.
“What happened to you?”
Tommy speaks in his place, “Dad happened.”
“Jarvis did this to you?” There’s a slight disbelief in her voice.
“We got into a fight over my boyfriend and things escalated. Then when Y/n came in got us he tried to fight her too.”
Wanda has fury in her eyes and you take that as a sign to intervene, “Why don’t you guys go upstairs and get some rest? I think it’s best to talk about it when everyone is well rested.”
They look at their mother for conformation and when she nods they hurry upstairs.
“You, kitchen, now,” she says leading the way and you follow behind her. She waits for you to explain, her arms folded over her chest.
“Tommy called me and asked me to come get them. He said that things got physical between Billy and Jarvis. So I obviously went to pick them up.”
“Did he try to get physical with you too?”
You put your hand on your forehead, “I don’t know. He snatched me up by the shirt and I pushed him down, then kicked him in the stomach. I mean he could’ve just been trying to scare me off.”
“I’m going to have to call my lawyer. There’s no way I’m letting him anywhere near my kids again.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up, it just seemed so urgent. I wasn’t even fully awake when I was talking to Tommy.”
“No, it’s fine. Thank you, for going to get them.”
The shift in her moods is understandable, but you’re still unsure of how to properly navigate it.
“I’m going to bed, maybe you should too. Lawyers aren’t typically taking calls this hour,” you give her a tight-lipped smile, leaving the kitchen.
“Wait,” she stops you in your tracks.
You turn to face her and hardly have any time to process it as she wraps her arms around you in a strong hug. You hold her just as tight, rubbing soothing circles on her back. You kiss the top of her head.
“He’s okay. Everything’s going to be ok,” you mumble into her hair.
She takes a shaky breath, reluctantly leaving your arms, “Let’s go."
When you reach the top of the stairs, you let out a sigh. Now that the boys are back, you need to be more careful. That means you sleep in your room and Wanda sleeps in her’s.
With emotions running high both of you could use someone to lay with tonight, but it’s not in the cards.
Wanda kisses your cheek, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” you watch her disappear into the master bedroom before heading to your own.
You get in tour bed, trying to stop your mind from racing. You think about Wanda, her kids, Jarvis, and your own father. It’s finally starting to hit you that you might be in over your head.
You shake the thoughts away, knowing only one thing to be true; Wanda was worth all of the hardship to come.
