Early Morning Rain | Wanda Maximoff
A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story
Summary: An early rainy morning with Wanda
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+, MINORS DNI), language
Word Count: 2.5K
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Rainy weekend mornings have always held a special place in your heart. You weren’t sure if it was the allure of spending all day snuggled under the covers or the way the world seemed to stand still under a blanket of grey, but these kinds of days were some of your favorites to wake up to. This gloomy Sunday was no different except for one minor difference: Wanda Maximoff was in bed next to you.
Wanda was still asleep, the blankest covering her rising and falling as she breathed deeply in the early morning hours. Her fiery red hair spread over the pillow and cascaded down toward you.
You leaned forward as you brushed Wanda’s hair away from your neck, softly planting a kiss on the porcelain skin that was left exposed. She remained motionless as your lips lingered above the spot you only just kissed. Smiling, you gently kissed the same spot again and again. Wanda sighed deeply as your kisses intensified. You felt her body stiffen as she stretched her limbs, ever so slowly waking from her slumber.
“Watimeizit?” Wanda mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
“What was that?” you mumbled against the crook of her neck.
“What time is it?” she yawned.
“Early.”
“The boys up?”
“It’s too early for that.” You wrapped your arm around her waist, pulling yourself into her. “Far too early.”
“Is it?”
Her hand teased up your arm. Slowly. Gently. Her fingers brushed over yours, sending a shiver up your spine. A rush of heat began to wash over you. You remembered the countless other times you found yourself in this exact situation with Wanda. You remembered the way your head nestled in the crook of her neck as you relished the afterglow, the quiet gasps as the two of you struggled to stay quiet, the feeling of her hand resting against your stomach as she begged for your release.
“They won’t hear us,” you whispered. The heat flowed downward, reaching your core. Wanda’s backside grinded into your pelvis. Each breath you took felt like it could be your last with the way anticipation bubbled up inside of you. It was almost painful. Excruciating. The wait was killing you. The thought of being with Wanda nearly drove you to the point of madness no matter how many times you two were together.
As Wanda leaned back to look at you, her eyes ever so enchanting, you finally gave into temptation and kissed her. A feeling of ecstasy blossomed inside you as your lips touched. The scent of her vanilla shampoo instantly overwhelmed your senses. Wanda’s lips were soft and warm, their silky essence captured between your own. You were tentative at first. Not wanting to overwhelm yourself with all of Wanda first thing in the morning was a task in and of itself. She was intoxicating, and the slower and gentler you kissed her the more you found yourself wanting to drown in her.
Gently, you rolled yourself on top of Wanda, your hand sliding from her midsection up to lightly grasp her cheek as you locked her top lip between yours. You felt her swallow a soft moan as you bit down on her lip. Wanda’s arms wrapped around your back as you nestled your legs between hers. The distance between the two of you lessened, only made completely impossible by the tent of your pajama pants between her legs.
An involuntary gasp left your lips at the familiar feeling of Wanda’s fingertips tracing down your spine. It filled you with an excruciating desire that only she could quell.
“I like it when you’re like this,” Wanda giggled between kisses.
“Like what?” you teased. “On top of you?”
“That’s just a bonus.”
“So what do you like then?”
“When you can’t hide how badly you need me.”
Bright red heat flushed over your cheeks. Wanda embarrassed you and yet simultaneously filled you with even more desire. There was something about the way she admitted to finding your desire attractive that made her even more desirable.
“What gave it away?” An not-too-unfamiliar feeling of anxiety caught in your throat as you gazed down into her eyes. She was so beautiful, something you reminded her of every single day while she felt the years wear on her. “Is it that obvious?” you asked, rolling your hips ever so slightly into hers. Wanda groaned at the feeling of your erection grinding into her pelvis.
“I’d say so,” she whispered, kissing you softly as she brought one hand up to cup your cheek and the other down to rest on your hip as you laid atop her. You stared at one another as your breaths grew erratic, tinged with want and desire.
“I love you,” you breathed against her lips. “I love you so much.” You crashed your lips into hers. There was nothing holding you back from craving each and every inch of her.
Your kisses became frantic and hungry as your hands explored every inch of each other’s bodies. You couldn’t help but grin into the kiss as Wanda’s hands tangled in your hair, tugging your soft locks in a way that sent bursts of electricity through each and every nerve in your body. Wanda gasped at the sensation of your smile against her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, gazing at you adoringly as she toyed with your hair.
“Take your shirt off.”
“Are you asking or are you telling?”
“Take your shirt. Off.”
You sat up, reaching behind you to pull your shirt up as Wanda helped lift the hem. She rested her hands on your stomach as you threw the shirt on to the floor behind you, rubbing them ever so slightly up and down. The closer she got to the waistband of your pants, the more intensely you felt your erection throb against the confines of the fabric.
“Wanda-”
“Take my shirt off.”
“Are you asking or are you telling?”
“I want you to take my shirt off.”
“Yes ma’am,” you gulped.
Wanda sat up ever so slightly, giving you access to the bottom of her shirt as you pulled it up, exposing her toned midsection and her breasts as she raised her arms up. You threw the shirt behind you with yours. Sitting there, on top of her, you gently grabbed her waist and rested your head against hers.
“Why am I so nervous right now?” you whispered.
“I don’t know.” You felt Wanda’s laugh against your face. “First time?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Been a while?”
“Only if you count two days ago as a while.”
“You love me so much that even the thought of me still makes you nervous?”
“Most likely.”
“Don’t be nervous,” Wanda whispered. Her hands found their way to your pants, her fingers slinking inside the waistband. “This is the fun part.”
“Take them off. Please.”
“Are you asking or are you telling?” “Wanda…” She snickered as she tugged on the waistband. You sat up on your knees, allowing her tug pull them down your thighs before you awkwardly kicked them off and on to the floor. Not wanting to waste much more time, Wanda kicked off her shorts, too.
“Thought I’d save you the effort.”
“How considerate,” you joked. Wanda had already laid back down on the bed. Anticipation thrummed in your chest as you laid back down on top of her. Her hands found your hair again, one of her favorite places, as she looked back up at you adoringly.
“I only do it because I love you.”
You smiled, placing a chaste kiss on her lips as you reached for your cock. You rubbed your tip between Wanda’s lips. Her slickness coated you as you teased her most sensitive spot. Her wetness was audible. It echoed off the walls. Quiet. Loud. Too much. Not enough. God you needed her. She moaned as you grinded against her clit, stimulating the both of you. It felt so good, you couldn’t help but keep going. You wanted to watch her writhe in ecstasy as you touched her in all the right ways over and over and over. Wanda’s arousal mixed with your own as you held yourself back from making a mess of yourself too soon.
“I love how good that feels,” Wanda moaned, her words chopped as she gasped for air. “I need you inside me, baby.”
It took the slightest touch to lower yourself down from her clit into Wanda herself. You groaned loudly, the feeling of fire setting your entire body ablaze. The pounding in your chest made it hard to breathe, hard to see, hard to think straight, and your forearms burned as you feebly attempted to hold yourself up.
“Oh god,” you whispered, eyes screwed shut in sheer pleasure. Wanda tugged gently on your hair. It was her way of reminding you that she was still there. This was real, this was now, this was happening.
“You’re okay. You’re okay, sweetheart.” Her thumb found your cheek, caressing it gently. “Take your time. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
Slowly, you rolled your hips into hers, thrusting your length deeper inside her. In and out, in and out, in and out. Breaths mixed with moans and gasps, the soft slap of sweat-gleaned skin against skin, the gentle creak of the bed as your weight shifted back and forth all engulfed the two of you as the rain gently splattered against the windows.
“You don’t seem nervous anymore,” Wanda joked as you continued to fill her entirely.
“I’m not.”
“Then pick up the pace.”
“I thought you said we had all the time in the world.”
“We do,” she replied, half-gasping for breath as she brushed a damp strand of hair out of her face. “I just want you to go faster.”
“Do you now?” You questioned, rolling your hips only slightly faster.
“Mmhmm.”
“How’s that?”
“Faster.”
“You want me to go faster?”
“God yes. Please. Please. I need you so bad.” You obliged, not wanting to disappoint as you quickened your pace further. “Just like that.”
“Is that good?”
“Fuck,” Wanda moaned. She squeezed around you, her walls stimulating your entire length. The bed creaked louder, shaking as you filled Wanda again and again, pulling out halfway before slamming back into her.
The intensity of your movement exhausted you, causing your arms to absolutely give out after a few minutes. Wanda pulled you close as you collapsed on top of her. The crook of her neck became your pillow as you nestled your head there. In and out, in and out. The familiar coil of release started burning deep in your core. It was all you could do to kiss and lick and suck her neck as her whines and whimpers got progressively louder the closer she drew to her own release.
“Wanda,” you murmured against her neck.
“I need you. I need all of you right now.”
Whatever entity controlled the universe took pity on you in that moment as you found the strength to push yourself up. Your forehead met hers as every ounce of energy left in your body focused on the release that was dangerously close.
“I’m right here,” you panted.
“I need you so bad.”
“I’m close,” you groaned.
“Please,” she whined. “Please, I want you to-”
The coil inside you finally snapped. You exploded inside her, filling her with burst after burst of your cum. Waves of pleasure washed over your body. Involuntary moans erupted from your mouth as your arms gave out from a combination of pleasure and exhaustion. You crashed on top of Wanda as your hips abruptly snapped into her one, two, three more times. On your final sharp thrust, Wanda came undone.
“Oh god!” Wanda’s breathless high pitched scream brought a smile to your lips. Her walls squeezed you in a jarring rhythmic pattern milking every last drop from you. She gasped and groaned again and again as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.
The damp scent of sweat and sex hung in the air as you both gasped for air, sweaty limbs entwined while you remained joined as one. While you weren’t one for such mushy, romantic thoughts, the idea of being inside Wanda, of being so intimately and vulnerably connected, filled you with a surge of love for the woman who brought so much joy and meaning into your life.
“Hey,” you whispered, your nose lightly brushing hers. Wanda’s eyes were still screwed shut. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with beads of sweat, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm.
“Hi,” she whispered back as her eyes unscrewed, though they remained shut.
“You okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Can I pull out?”
“Mm-mm. I like the way you feel.”
“Okay,” you chuckled before kissing the corner of her lip. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”
“You don’t hear the boys, do you? They’re still asleep?”
“It’s 7 am, Wanda. We’ve still got a few hours if you want to go for round two.”
“I don’t think I can. I’m not as young as you, remember? You forget that sometimes.”
“Doesn’t bother me,” you shrugged, trailing your fingers up and down her side as you laid on her.
“I know,” she replied in a small voice. Wanda gazed up at you with those adoring emerald eyes that made you fall more madly in love with every time you looked at them.
The two of you stayed in the silence for a while, staring into the depths of each other’s soul. There was something incredibly comforting about the familiarity of each other and the love that needed no words to fill the space.
“Do you want some coffee?” you asked after a long while. Wanda nodded sleepily. “Okay.” Groaning, you pushed yourself up off her still-flushed body and pulled your now-soft cock out from inside her. A thick strand of white gushed out of her and dribbled onto the damp sheets.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “I love feeling your cum inside me.”
“Watching it come out of you like that was pretty hot,” you sheepishly admitted.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You know what I think?” “What?”
“I think.” Wanda teased, reaching toward your soft cock that was once again beginning to twitch with desire. “I think I want you to cum inside me again.”
“What happened to being too old for another go?” you joked.
“You have a bad habit of making me feel young again. Besides,” she added breathlessly, “I desperately need you to fill me up again, and I need you to tell me how good I feel as it happens.”
You groaned at the feeling of Wanda’s hand closing around your cock. It would be a long while until that coffee, and it was the most sincere hope that what you were about to do to Wanda wouldn’t wake the boys.
