her all over me.
alpha!wanda maximoff x human!reader
You're mine to take. I want to hear the sounds that you make... gimme what I want, what I deserve... - gimme by BANKS
summary: this entire fic is NASTY FREAKY PASSIONATE SEX, can be read as a stand alone, but this is a part two to her human mate, established relationship (mates), marathon sex/rut, a/b/o x human theming, gp/muscular/taller!wanda (female alphas have dicks), knotting/breeding kink, nasty sex (spit, creampie, hair pulling, marking, overstimulation, etc), (p in v, oral, fingering) r!receiving, dom!wanda, sub!reader
Living in the mountains truly made you believe you'd end alone with the scarcity of which you come across others. A myth that turned out to be with the body that rests besides you now. Turning a once cold cabin into a warm environment. Little things in your day to day changing, nothing you really notice until you're looking back at now. All before she came knocking on your door.
You unconsciously slide to the the edge of the bed when you fall asleep now, making space for her to slide behind you. You leave a second mug out beside yours every night, even before the water boils. At some point it stopped being a spare and started being hers.
It felt like a knock off Twilight series, but it was reality. Your girlfriend, mate, is a werewolf. The first few mornings after you two "mated," you'd trace the lining around the bite on your neck. Each time it brought goosebumps to your skin, very much as sensitive as when she first placed it there.
She wasn't around too much. Sliding out of bed early in the morning and coming back at night fall. Leaving each time with a kiss pressed to the column of your neck or cheek.
As the sun set, you'd find yourself waiting for her arrival. Loving the feeling of her arms sliding around your waist, her lips trailing up your neck. You enjoyed the hushed conversations before you both fell asleep, her arm slung around your waist. Asking about her day, chatting about plans for tomorrow, learning all the more about her world... it was intimate, cozy, expected. The world from before slowed down to this, the clock ticking slower before the rabbit caught up.
She had started showing up later. Missing dinner, missing your conversations before bed, missing the comfortable routine you’d built together. It stirred a quiet concern in you, and you wished more than ever that you could feel her through the mating bond. But yours was weak, and without knowing she was blocking her emotions from you, you only felt more distant.
The past few nights you've fallen asleep and woken up without even seeing her, feeling her slip into bed. You wondered if she even came home if it weren't for the warm spot behind you.
From her side. She knew you knew what it meant. What a rut is, what it means... but she also knows you don't know what it truly means. You've never experienced it before, seen it... you're still incredibly new to her world, she didn't want to scare you away. She's done that before.
She's told herself a plan. That she'd just stay with her pack in the deep forest, far far away to wait it out. As absurd and terrible as it for her body and your relationship. The fear of driving you away was stronger.
On a day you usually leave the house, heading into town to grab a couple items from the market, is the day she heads over to grab a few things. She opens the door to your bedroom, and is stopped at the sight of you naked. Your backside, sliding a shirt over. She shuts the door, her hand gripping the door. Chest expanding and exhaling faster.
She hears you inside, "Wanda...?"
You're probably confused. She's seen you naked before. When you two mated. Poor thing, is all she thinks, you probably think she's shy for walking in on you.
You pull the shirt on, walking to the door and pushing it open with a little more force than you thought. She lets go of the door as you push it open, stepping back, body tense. Your eyebrows furrow.
"Wanda...?"
She has a hand over her face, her eyes shut. Willing herself to calm, relax before she speaks because if she were to now she'd the shut the door behind the two of you, and guide you right to your bed.
"Are you... alright?"
You cross your arms, awaiting an answer, trying to read her. You sigh, "I didn't go into town today because there's this supposed-"
"God," she curses your name, wondering about your small cabin with determined pace. "I'm about to start my rut."
You freeze, the earlier story falling off your lips, "storm... tomorrow... what....?"
She should leave. She turns on her heel. You blink and your chests rising and falling at a pace as you're walked back against the doorframe. Her advancing on you, caging you before tilting her head down to capture your lips. Her eyebrows furrow, focused, a hand coming to tug your waist towards her.
Your arms wrapping around her neck, a surprised sound escaping you when her lips met yours in passion. You've made out a couple times, and this felt different. Her arms wrap around your legs, wrapping them around her waist.
You're gasping for air, loosing any sense of anything fast. You can barely breathe in before her lips are on yours again. Your hands tug at her auburn hair, gripping at the scalp. You clench around nothing, feeling hot between your legs already. And god can she smell it.
She pulls back a second, listening to your ragged breath. Foreheads resting against each other. Her eyes are shut tight, pupils blown.
"I need you to tell me if I ever go far," she husks. "Okay? Answer me."
You're only just catching your breath and she tosses this at you. You're a bit confused, "W-wanda... what...? I.."
"Just answer me. If I go to far, will you tell me?"
"Yes! Yes...? But..." she's cutting you off again, lips brushing against the mark on your neck. A choked keen escapes you, nails digging into her shoulders. Each lick across the skin, open mouth kisses drag you further and further into some lava pool of arousal. It swirls all throughout you, heating you, melting any thoughts that aren't about her.
She carries you into your room, slamming the door shut behind the two of you with her heel. Uncaring about everything in the world except for you in this moment.
Dazed by her ministrations already, you're just focused on how she's making you feel, not about how she's already moved you onto your bed. Her warm hands feel up your shirt have you squirming until she's grasping at your breasts.
You hum, appreciative as she fondles them. As your shirt rides up all the more, she leans in. Her lips brushing your skin. Kissing, sliding around, licking at your nipples to hear you gasp her name.
Your legs slide open as a hand drifts away its attention from your breast. The moment she cups your hot and already wet cunt even over your sleep shorts, you whine for her. The smell washes over her, and all sense of before is lost.
She doesn't even take the time to fully discard your clothes. She only slides it, adjusts it so she touches you directly. Your wetness gathered at her fingers is already being brought to her lips, tasting you. Her tongue licking in the space between her middle and first finger.
You watch in strange satisfaction, need. And your reaction to the sight is to slide your legs open all the more, biting your nail, eyeing her. All clothes are strewn about. More foreplay. Her hand guiding yours down her abdomen, kissing again and again... the smell of arousal filling the room, with the faintest hint of jasmine. Her matured scent.
She tugs your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed. Sheets falling along with you. Each leg wraps around her face, settling her right where she wants to be. Your fingers curl around the pillow behind your head, whimpering so sweetly into the air as she drags her tongue flat atop your clit. You sound amazing. Of course you do. A record she’d be more than happy to break to hear the same moans again and again and again and again.
She slides her tongue between your folds, pushing even further to press her tongue into you. Breeching your entrance. You leak around her tongue, hips squirming around. Gripping the pillow tight.
"Mm! Oh!"
Each little sound getting breathier, almost quiet. Your walls squeezing her tongue, shaking as you come down from your first high of the night. She's removing herself so fast. Spreading you however she pleases. Eyes dark taking in the sight before her. Your breasts rising and falling, pussy wide open for her. Glistening.
She slides a hand down towards you, her middle finger finding its way inside you. Stretching you one finger at a time. Truly feeling you clench around her now. She's had you before and she can't even believe it herself that such time has gone by and she's not done this.... She agrees internally that she should do this every night... morning...
Her fingers prod, angling directly to hit a spot that breaks you down more than others. Finding where you're sensitive. Each spot she targets, breaking you down more than you thought possible. You pant beneath her, dizzyingly pushing back against her fingers. rolling your hips despite your second orgasm.
Satisfaction swells inside her when you whine in need when she pulls her fingers out of you. Three were once shoving themselves in you, relentless, to watch you arch into her.
She brushes her sweaty hair back with fingers that were just inside you. With a vision blurry, you trace down her body. Her face, one you love. And her body, one you desire.
You reach for her, brushing her cheek. And without asking, she knows. She leans in, pressing her lips to yours again. Tongues meeting, mingling. And you spend a moment like that. Wrapped in each other, kissing till you feel your lips will fall off. Her hands, god how you love them, grip your thighs. She brings them to wrap around her waist, all so she can slide her painfully hard dick between your folds.
You pant quick, breaking the kiss as she rubs about at your entrance. The bed beneath you, sheets of green now look as if they've merged with the forest themselves with the darker shade due to you leaking about. She slides it about on her length before she presses the tip at your entrance. A short gasp escape you at the feeling, at the knowledge.
Each slow inch she pushes in. Teeth gritting, grinding. She's really trying to hold everything back, and she truly can't help herself by indulging a couple full length thrusts. It's hypnotizing to watch your breasts move about in this angle, to watch your expression contort in pleasure.
She bends and moves you about to however she wants. Finding different reasons why she likes different positions, manhandling you into whatever she prefers. At whatever mercy she chooses.
On your back. Her lips sliding messily all over your breasts, kissing and bitting. Even sucking right on your nipple to make you keen harder.
Your side, her hands holding you wide. Thrusting her hips right into you. You couldn't get enough yourself. Her hot breath on your ear, whispering hot nothings. Dirty talk. Biting and nipping your ear.
Your hands and knees.... your chest and knees. Hands desperately grabbing the torn sheets under you. Moaning into the bed at each individual thrust.
Moans falling all over the room.
"Wanda! Wanda... ah.. ah... ah.. oh!"
You find she loves having you on her lap. Large hands enveloping your thighs, assisting you in moving you on her length. She lets your body drop back down on her, hands guiding your hips to grind around on her length. The feeling makes her head fall back, bite her lip, curse into the air.
"God, fuck... fuck, just like that.... fuck yourself on me."
You're exhausted. Dazed. Dizzy. Mindless. Full of her, even to the point it leaks from you. She knots you, stopping a moment. Other times, she's still contained to push in deeper. Mesmerized by your hole sucking her in. And at one time, she's even thrusted it in and out of you, watching it slide and move about. Twitch as she fills you again and again.
Every conscious thought has all combined into one. To get you so full of her there's not even one single doubt of pregnancy in either of your minds. That when she's done, there's some weird change you're confirmed to be carrying her pup by tomorrow morning.
And all the while, she's still going. Behind you now, thrusting into you. A hand over your mouth, your eyes rolled back as you shudder under her yet again. Rolling your hips with her thrusts, muffled whimpers and cries.
Your pussy is red, swollen, fucked. Slick too... A mix of saliva, cum, and your wetness. It clenches whenever she pulls out, empty, contorted to her size. A choked and drained whine escapes you as she licks up the side of your neck. Biting down on the mating mark. A full body jolt at the feeling.
"Alpha," you mumble, voice sore.
She hums, almost purring. Nuzzling into you, stuffed herself in you yet again. This time from behind. Your back arched to meet where her hips are tugging back, guiding both of you back from being connected. You whine a little, so very sensitive. She says it all in your ear directly, breath hot against the side of your sweaty face. Her hand gripping at your hair, tugging your head back painfully.
"This, all of you... you all belong to me," she says, completely serious. "Your body, your mind, soul, pussy. It's all for me forever. All of you. You're mine."
She presses a kiss to your mark, feeling you nod. Tired, exhausted. Her knot slides loose again, cum falling onto the sheets that're in dire need of a wash. Full of your scents. But you know later you'll have to fight Wanda on getting the sheets washed. If she had it her way, she'd have it stay this way forever.
She looks down at you. hips collapsing onto the bed, exhaustion creeping into your body. Unable to hold the position she referenced as presenting yourself. Fully sinking into the bed, panting. Wanda lays on the spot beside you, herself pushing towards the front of the haze she's been in. She turns toward you, gently lifting your face so your eyes meet hers.
"Baby…" her voice gentle, nurturing, concerned. "Are you alright....?"
You nod, nuzzling into her hand. Your breathing is still uneven, chest rising and falling as you try to steady yourself.
“Yeah,” you murmur after a moment, voice a little breathless. “Just… tired.”
Wanda studies you carefully, her eyes moving over your face as if searching for any sign you’re pushing yourself too far. When she doesn’t find what she fears, some of the tension in her shoulders eases. Her hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, guiding you closer until your forehead rests against hers.
“You pushed yourself,” she says quietly, not scolding—just stating it, the concern still lingering in her tone.
You let out a small huff of a laugh, eyes slipping shut. “Maybe a little...?"
Her lips press softly to your temple, lingering there for a second longer than necessary. “Next time,” she murmurs, “you tell me when you’re getting close to your limit.”
“I wanted to keep going,” you admit softly. "I want to ke..."
“No.... but I understand,” she replies, her voice warm with affection. “But I like you better when you’re not about to pass out on me.”
That earns a faint smile from you. Wanda shifts beside you, easing you further into the pillows and pulling the blanket up over both of you. Her arm wraps around your waist, holding you close in a way that feels grounding after the intensity of moments before.
“Just breathe,” she murmurs, her fingers lazily tracing along your side. “I’ve got you.”
Your breathing gradually slows, the room settling into a quiet calm as the last of the tension fades. Wanda presses another soft kiss to your hairline, staying close, watching over you as you recover in the warmth of her arms.
note: soo..... sorry for the taglist, I just did everyone from the last fic here. Not that you all would want to read this. I just know you wanted to read the first, and here's part two IF you'd like to :)
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