Sentence: “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”
Summary: After a hard day of training, Wanda and Vision figure out a way to wash the bad day down the drain.
Rating: Explicit
Your true power is in owning your talents. Only then can you truly control them.
The mantra had been drilled into Wanda’s head hour after hour by senior members of the team helping her train that day. They covered everything from aim to intention all the way back down to accepting herself.
She was exhausted.
Her hands ached from overuse. Each knuckle throbbed in protest as she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. The only thing left between her a her shower now was a walk across the compound to her room.
Each step felt like there were cinderblocks attached to her feet. She'd stood too long contorting her frame in odd formations and now her body was betraying her in ways she didn't think possible.
She tried to ignore it, trudging through the aches and pains until she finally saw her room's door come into view. She'd had enough of magic that day, so she turned the knob and pushed open the door with her shoulder, dropping her bag down right at the entrance and toeing out of her shoes before she even turned on the light.
It was then that she saw the figure in her bed.
"Vis?" She squinted, using the remaining light of the day to just make out the shape of her boyfriend sitting on her bed. "Is everything ok?"
When she clicked on the light next to her bed, his full form came into view. Her eyes scraped down his body. Broad shoulders, wide chest, slender hips and...
He was naked. Completely and unabashedly naked, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment."
Wanda wasted no time climbing into her bed, prompting Vision to scoot over to make room as she wedged herself against his body, burying her face in his chest. One leg hitched up and came to rest between Vision's knees, while his arms wrapped around her protectively.
Vision laid a kiss on the top of Wanda's head. "What's wrong, love?"
Wanda sighed, her voice muffled against Vision's chest. "It was so difficult today. They just wouldn't let up. Every part of me hurts."
Vision held her tighter to his chest. "What can I do for you? How can I help?"
"Would it be too much to ask you to run a shower for me?" Wanda asked. "I feel so gross but I couldn't resist joining you in bed for a few minutes. I'm afraid if I don't get up and shower now, I'll lay here all night with you and never do it."
Wanda felt Vision's arms leave her body and immediately wanted to change her mind. Wrap her arms around his neck and pull him back down on the bed with her. Instead, she decided on a different idea.
She enjoyed the view as she watched Vision get up from the bed and walk away toward the bathroom. "Vis?" she called.
He turned around. "Yes?"
"Join me in the shower?" She smiled at him. "Then maybe you can tell me why you were naked on my bed?"
"It was a poorly executed plan, that's all," Vision said, hand on the bathroom doorknob. "I overheard Sam talking to Steve about a time he tried something similar and wanted to replicate the act. But then you came in looking completely drained. I knew I’d made a mistake. Besides, your idea is so much better." He disappeared into the bathroom and before long, Wanda heard the shower running.
Hopping off the bed and plucking her robe from the hook on the back of her door, she entered the bathroom. Right away, she noticed that Vision was already in the shower waiting for her. She silently watched him through the glass, hands pressed against the tiles, head down as the water cascaded down his body. He was beautiful to look at, especially when he didn't realize he was being watched.
Wanda opened the shower door and cleared her throat, pulling Vision away from the water. He smiled at her as she peeled off her shirt and dropped it to the floor.
"May I?" Vision asked, reaching out to toy with the front clasp of Wanda's bra.
"Please."
Wet hands swiftly undid the clasp as the fabric went slack over Wanda's breasts. With a shrug of her shoulders, the bra fell away before she wiggled out of the rest of her clothes and took Vision's waiting hand. She stepped into the steamy shower and closed the door behind her.
The warm water enveloped Wanda, washing over her sore body and melting away the tenseness she’d been feeling since her training ended. Behind her, Vision closed in, his head dipping down to her ear.
“Relax, darling,” he whispered, running the back of his hand down Wanda’s side. “Let me take care of you.”
Wanda stayed under the shower stream, listening to Vision fiddle with her soaps, mumbling under his breath about which one to choose.
"How about lavender?" Wanda offered, smiling to herself over Vision's soap dilemma. "That one always relaxes me."
"Lavender it is," Vision said, getting quiet once more.
Soon, Wanda felt the familiar sensation of her loofah sponge against her back and shoulders, a rich lavender scented lather covering her body as Vision tended to her.
He took his time, slowly dragging the sponge over the curve of Wanda's ass and around to the front, gently prodding her legs apart to reach her most intimate spots.
It was no surprise to Wanda that her body began to response to Vision's ministrations, however innocent he intended them to be. His hands on her could always get a rise out of her. She felt that pulsing ache start between her legs and she took a deep breath in as Vision continued. He moved up to her stomach, brushing gentle, soapy circles around and up to her breasts.
Wanda caught Vision's hand, stopping him so she could grab the loofah and drop it to the shower floor. She reached behind her, finding his other hand and guiding it to her breast, urging him to squeeze and play with the mound.
"Are you sure?" Vision asked, unmoving. "If you're not feeling up to it I don't want you to feel-"
"Vis," Wanda said, cutting him off. "I wouldn't have asked you to join me if I didn't think this was going to happen."
Vision said nothing, but Wanda knew she'd gotten through to him when she felt his body pressed against hers and his hands started to move. First, to make sure she was fully rinsed off, but then a hand was back on her breast. Fingertips swirled over her hard nipple as Vision's other hand traveled between her legs to play with her clit.
As Vision's fingertips worked her sensitive areas, Wanda reached back and grabbed hold of his semi-hard cock, pumping his length in a slow and teasing rhythm, the pain in her hands all but forgotten. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the curve and down her shoulder.
They worked each other other -- moans almost muted by the shower's steady noise -- until Wanda's pussy was slick with her arousal. She could feel Vision, now rock hard in her hand, gently bucking his hips forward a silent indicator that he was as ready as she was.
With a quick turn, Wanda was now facing Vision, his cock pressing against her belly as she pulled him down into a kiss. Their lips didn't leave each others as Vision moved them both forward until Wanda's back hit the shower wall. Instinctively and without discussion, Vision held only the back of Wanda's thighs -- just below her ass -- while she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Vision took his hand away just long enough to position himself at Wanda's entrance. With a quick thrust, he was sheathed inside of her warm walls. With Wanda's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, she kept him close as he pumped into her, using the grip he now had on her ass to make his thrusts deeper.
They kept a steady, calm rhythm, using kisses to stifle moans that may have traveled beyond the shower's walls. Each thrust brought Wanda closer to the edge, her clit getting full attention from the weight of Vision's body against hers.
As she came, her cries were cut off by Vision's lips on hers. With the whole team milling around the compound, the last thing they needed was to be heard. She rode out her orgasm with Vision's cock still deep inside her, her walls clenching around him.
With her orgasm subsiding, she dropped her legs from Vision's waist and he let her down, his cock sliding out of her, much to his chagrin.
"Your turn," Wanda said, dropping to her knees in front of Vision.
She took him in her hand and gave him a few pumps before wrapping her mouth around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around a few times before taking him as deep as she could. She wrapped her hand around the part of the shaft she couldn't fit in her mouth and as she bobbed her head and took him in and out she stroked the rest of him.
Vision's hands tangled in her wet hair, his hips bucking forward in shallow thrusts in response to Wanda working him with her mouth.
"Wanda," he finally murmured, stilling his hips. "Wanda, I'm about to come."
Wanda stayed put, continuing to suck and stroke Vision until he came, doing her best to swallow as much as she could as he emptied himself. Normally, she'd pull away and finish him with her hand. And while it may not have been perfect -- In fact, she may have made a bit of a mess -- she'd been wanting to try to completely finish him with her mouth. Now that she had, she could only get better at it in the future.
"I'm sorry," Vision said, pulling his softening cock from Wanda's mouth. "I couldn't hold back any longer."
Wanda shook her head. "I wanted to do that, Vis. You didn't do anything wrong."
Relief filled Vision's features. He gave Wanda his hand and helped her up from the floor, embracing her when she stood.
"Are you feeling any better?" he asked.
"Much," Wanda assured him. "But I should probably actually take that shower now before we run out of hot water."
queenlovett reblogged your post:Am I the only Labyrinth fan who did not like The...
Glad I’m not alone
You’re absolutely not alone.
I’m pretty firmly in the camp that it’s important for fans to be able to imagine their own backstory for Jareth (and the entire Labyrinth). As attached as I am to my version(s), I would never want to push it on someone over their own ideas. It’s the reason that--to me--an ideal sequel/prequel would focus on an entirely different Goblin Monarch and be a separate story. Nothing they can release about Jareth, his reign, and Sarah’s story will live up to a fan’s own take on where it goes.
In response to your tags on that one post, I gotta tell you that you would rock a scarletvision pegging fic. Your smut is always on point.
I’ve never felt so honored in my life 🥲 seriously this is the best compliment ever. Thank you!
I have written pegging before so it’s definitely not outside the realm of possibilities for me. If there’s interest in that, I can certainly add it to my list of ideas!
