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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: older!mommy!Wanda maximoff x younger!reader
⧽ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you go to Wanda’s home late at night only to find out she’s drunk again.
⧽ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: alcohol, mention of alcohol abuse, big age gap, arguing, choking, strap on sex, unwanted groping, Wanda has an accent, Wanda is an asshole, r is an idiot
The drive is a combination of different vibrations humming together, creating a dull shake just for you above the rocky road, wobbling unsteadily beneath your lap as you drive to her far location. No other light than the moon—white and full, painting the sky in a dull deep shade of blue, and your barely bright enough headlights. Which only rises the growing anxiety you’ve acquired driving along the graveled path. Why does she have to live in the middle of nowhere? you have no idea. It was nearly 2A.M. when you received a message from Wanda telling you to come over. You would have argued against her for such a late hour but last time’s defiance taught you that it’s better just to do as she says.
Your weight on the gas pedal lifts and you turn into the driveway of her mockingly, seemingly perfect home. The complete opposite of your’s. Each blade of grass the same length with even privacy bushes on either side of the home. You’re not sure what motivated her to make that model design. It’s not like there are any other people this far out of town with her.
After parking, you crank the engine off, powering the truck down before hopping out. Gravel beneath your feet crunch with each step you took as you pad your way toward her front door, knocking three times before clutching your knuckles inside your palm.
After a few short moments sounds of locks turning meet your ears, pulling your gaze away from nervous fidgeting fingers, before her frame catches your eye. Shes perfect, exuding that magnetic sense of self assurance in her that you look up to. You couldn’t help the shy growing smile at the sight of her. She steps outside onto the porch to greet you, gently cupping your face and placing a kiss on your cheek next to your lips, before pulling you in for a tight hug. “Oh malysh, I missed you.” You tense up lightly by the action. Her arms wrapped tightly around your neck, easily revealing that she has nothing on beneath the thin silk robe. Soft skin around her waist plush beneath your fingers and her nipples hard against yours. She pulls away before taking your hand into hers, leading you through the front door and inside her home.
The first thing you notice when entering is a tall glass of wine sitting desolately on the peninsula. It’s well drunken with the liquid almost vanished and no glass accompanying it in sight. You don’t even realize the uncomfortable gaze you hold on it until she takes care of your attention. Hands on your waist possessively, her nose skimming up your neck from behind. “Mmh.. Ya slishkom dolgo etogo zhdal. Pora pokazat' tebe, kto prinadlezhit mne.”
“What?” She doesn’t say anything. Just pushes you toward the counter. Her lips spread kisses along the coast of your neck until your hips slam against the hard surface roughly. You grunt in return but she ignores you, too evoked in kissing down the back of your neck. A subtle sloppiness in her technique. And in the way her hands move feverishly across your body. Up and down your sides, one hand finding your ass and the other one gripping your breast. She pants into your ear, her warm breath pressed against your heated flesh.
You try to get lost in her touch, but deep red burns into your eyes. The bottle sat hauntingly before you. It’s smell filling your nose and making you nauseous with each dirty promise she whispers.
“Wanda- ghmph“ a sharp pain hits your hip by the rough shove she gives you against her counter. “Correct yourself.”
“You’re hurting me.” You try to wiggle yourself out of her hold but she grabs your arms, skillfully twisting them together until they’re nestled at the base of your back. You cringe at the situation, her constant touch relentless on your body. Now deciding that you should be pressed flat against the surface beneath you. Your face flush against the slab of cold marble as she tweaks with your nipple, squeezing the soft flesh as if she can claim the territory as her own. Her hips grind into your ass making it almost impossible not to rub back into her. “What do you say, hm? Prove yourself to me.” r’s rolling on her tongue leaving you bite to your lip in weakness- this has to stop.
You hate it when she drinks. The gentle nature you love in her always seemed to vanish whenever bitter liquid touched her tongue. It reminds you of home. That warm security most homes hold never failed to become foreign to you whenever one of your parents drank. It was scary and confusing how things could flip 180 so quickly growing up. But then it just stuck. You don’t think you ever really got used to it. Which is what scared you the most. You dread for the day of your daily comfort becoming foreign to you.
“Mommy.. you’re drunk.” She lowers her weight on top of you. Her warm breath blowing on your skin as she grazes her lips up and down on the shell of your ear. “I’m an adult, I can do that.” Her response deliberate. A jab at your underage drinking age, wielding a condescending under tone that could have been easily missed. Is she implying that you have some underlying naivety that fogs her trust in your judgment. That her actions are somehow correct because she’s a little bit older. How dare she patronize you like that. She knows of your history with alcohol, you’re getting tired of her constantly doing this to you. You sigh, quickly realizing that It’s a lost game. You don’t reply to her when she whispers in your ear, almost just laying there. You want to stop this but you have to approach it correctly. She’s sensitive when she gets this way and you refuse for it to become like last time.
despite her current intoxication Wanda slowly begins to grasp awareness of the situation piece by piece, thoughts slowed down by the state of her currently clouded mind, noticing your dissociation to her touch, lost in thought instead of her.
She lifts herself off of your body—reeking of disinterest, to stare at the back of your head for a moment, before suddenly pushing you away from her. “Fine, you don’t want me.”
A long breath drags from your lungs and you raise yourself off of the counter, recovering your form from her dramatic response. “Wanda..”
“No, y/n. You made it clear that you don’t want me.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you Wanda. I told you how I feel about alcoh-“
“Oh my god y/n. It’s just a drink. I’m not like your fucked up parents.”
“Why are you getting so-“
“Im not getting in any way with you, y/n and I really don’t care to hear it right now so just go.”
“Fucking hell. Why is it so hard for you to just let me speak. Did you invite me here just to be drunk and start useless arguments?”
You can’t believe her tantrum. You know her dramatics stems from the wine but still, you expected more from her. She turns around, flicking her fingers away from her temple and shrugs.
“I was expecting to fuck you. Don’t you think you seem a bit more tolerable with a cock inside your mouth.”
A few beats of silence pass. Your lips pulled into a tight line. You’re over it. You’re not even sure what’s left to argue about anymore. Disappointment. In her, or in yourself for falling in love with someone so self centered. You want to believe it’s just the alcohol talking. Usually she’s so sweet. You hate yourself a little for wanting her to be the one to make it better. Even if she is the problem. Thin lips twitch downward, trying and failing to contain your emotions in front of her like you want to and the sharp gaze in Wanda’s eyes soften, watching as you stand there almost pitifully.
A tight puff releases from your lungs. The stupid look of guilt on Wanda’s face the last the you see before turning around and shuffling toward your jacket laying limply on wooden tiles. You snatch it off the floor before stomping your way toward the front door, ignoring her apologies and pleas on the way out, tired of this shit. Her constant cycle of her drinking away her problems then coming to you for comfort when things became too real. It wasn’t until you reached your car door when cold fingertips grabbed onto your wrist. Pulling your hand away from the handle and the other turning you to face her.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry.” You scoff, looking off to the side before taking a brief glance at your wrist and yanking it away.
Her hand releases yours and she takes a hold of your face instead, tilting her head to align with your eye sight. As her thumb rocks over a scar you got years ago fighting with your sibling. “Yes.”
Beats of silence pass. She tries to get her thoughts in order before deciding on a response.
“You’re right, I’m drunk. I was being a jerk to you and I’m sorry. I can see how you’re upset. I wasn’t being fair to you and I know that now.” Her accent drawls, brows scrunched together, tone soft.
You shift your gaze tentatively. Sliding your eyes over to her face. You knew once seeing that face she would have you in the palm of her hands, but still you turn to face her. Her lips the first thing you notice, then her eyes, glossy and apologetic. The light from the moon shines down on them and you can’t help but think she looks so pretty like this.
She steps forward. The two of you share a few moments of silence, cricket chirps filling the tense air before Wanda moves to say more. “I’ll be better.”
her face is close. So close that you can feel her tiny breaths. They mimic puffs of smoke inside the cold atmosphere, dissipating against your lips. “Please..” Both of her hands travel behind your neck, scraping over a sensitive area and you shiver beneath her. You tell yourself that it’s because of the cool weather. Not her and her intense gaze dropping to your lips. “Come back inside.” You don’t respond.
Her face dips in close to yours. “It’s cold.” Both your noses touch, her lips grazing over yours with every word she took. “Let’s go back inside.” You still say nothing. “I didn’t mean what I said, y/n. You know that-”
“Promise me you’ll stop.”
“What?”
“Drinking. Promise me that you will stop.”
“Fine, if that’s what you want-”
“No, Wanda. I have two addicts in my life already, okay. I can’t handle a fucking ’nother one, I won’t. You’re heading down a path that I don’t see myself in.” You push her away from you, crossing your arms over yourself to soothe the chill that came by her leaving you. “You have to want this for yourself.”
She stands there staring back at you, arms crossing unsurely before uncrossing to reach back for your face. “I know- I do, and I will get better.. for me, and for us. I promise.”
Her words sit in the air for a moment. Not yet able to be properly taken in. You want to so badly, but you couldn’t stand the possibility of being betrayed again. You hate the feeling of being wrong about something you desperately needed to be right.
Wanda opens her mouth to speak. A beat of silence passing before she’s able to find her voice. “I plan on going to a meeting in the morning.” You look up at that. You can see the battle she has with her pride in her eyes as she struggles to reveal her plans. As if telling you is her admission. Her admission of being a problem for you. You take turns flicking between both of her eyes before she decides to look down. “I’m going through some things and I really don’t want to be left alone with myself right now, so can you please.. just.. come back in.”
You can’t decide, not sure if that would be a good idea or not. She’s gets mean when she drinks. Inconsiderate, narcissistic. But you know people who hurt you fully sober. Their words stung you from the bottom of their heart. Her’s came from the bottom of a bottle. And as pathetic as it may be, that meant something to you. One look to your lips is all you get from her before she leans forward and connects yours with hers.
They’re soft, lightly damp and so sweet. You kiss her back but she comes harder, sucking your bottom lip before moving to the top. “Come back.” She keeps moving her lips across yours, growing stronger and stronger as every second passes. Quiet pleas placed manipulatively in between. She knew you would cave.
“Okay.” And you did.
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There’s a dip in the bed. You feel it for a moment, slashing through your consciousness like half melted butter before falling back into slumber. She situates herself back under the covers, watching as your body pulls toward her even in your sleep. It’s nearing six in the morning. she didn’t sleep. The sky enveloped in a soft dark blue. Not yet bright enough to peek through thick white curtains.
Your body lays flat on your stomach. Left leg bent out, lips releasing quiet breaths. She thinks for a moment, staring at the back of your head. Then began to swipe loose hair away from your neck before dipping down. A kiss, a promise. To you, then another one for herself and plenty more. She swipes her tongue up your neck and you shiver. Her free hand sliding from your side to your stomach. Lips continuing their assault, licking and sucking. Light smacking noises the only sound inside of the room. She feels your stomach twitch beneath her light fingers encouraging her to continue. Trailing down further until she reaches your shoulder blade. Determined to drag her lips across every area of you that is available.
Slowly, you begin to stir. A wet ticklish pressure the first thing introducing you to a new day. Naturally you pull yourself closer to her, and she does too, pushing you into her by your stomach and hips. That’s when you feel it. Something cold and silicon against your bottom. You’re in nothing but your underwear so the feeling of her hard nipples press against your back. The contact tickling her slightly as she moves herself up and down. Kissing and marking your body.
“Don’t you have a meeting to get to?”
“It’s not for another three hours.” The rasp in her voice is no surprise. She could never sleep after the two of you argue. You know that it’s selfish but you found it a little sweet. It showed you that she does care. Since she struggles at expressing her emotions you found yourself taking anything you could.
Her hand on your stomach slides down. Slow and steady till it greets the band of your underwear. She doesn’t slip under them yet. Instead she moves over them, rubbing the sensitive area with just the right amount of pressure. The combination of her skin against yours, her lips smacking across your shoulder blade, and her hand pressed onto your covered mound leaves a moan to escape your lips. You grind yourself back onto her, sliding your body up and down onto her toy. You flinch from her other hand grabbing onto your nipple unexpectedly. Only adding onto the simmering hum deep within your core.
She slips her ring finger underneath the thin fabric that separates you, rubbing over your sticky slit bare whilst her other fingers tease over it with each passing and your moans start to pick up. Her voice whispers dirty things to you, not helping with your growing arousal built up since last nights make out session against your truck. She had you lifted in the air, legs wrapped around her hips as she toyed with your lips like they were her personal playground.
Her middle finger joins her ring, circling your clit before slipping lower to gather your slick then dipping inside. She teases the tips of her fingers into you. Only letting it go in to the first knuckle before taking it out and doing it all over again. You barely feel a thing but you still feel yourself pulsing around her. Your walls clench from her constant teasing and in return stimulating your clit. “Please.” She ignores.
You try not to beg anymore. It’s too early for you to give up whatever left dignity you have to her. She hasn’t earned it yet.
“повернись.” She says against your skin. Her voice airy with a mix of need in her tone. You don’t even know what she said but you found it so hot. The way her r’s roll and her sexy foreign accent. You found yourself backing up into her more in response but that only made her slip her fingers out from your underwear and slap down firmly onto your thigh. “Get between my legs.” It must have been an order she whispered. You obey, quickly shifting under the covers to lay between her. She removes the plush duvet from your face, lifting it to rest at the top of your head. God, you look so cute beneath her. Your eyes on hers, wide and waiting to be told what to do. She wants to destroy you.
One hand swipes lightly across your cheek and the other grasps onto the base of her cock, but your eyes stay on hers. Intrigued by the display of her holding back. You both know how this will end.
She stares back at you getting wet by just the sight of you. So sweet and young. In her bed with a cock pressed up against your face, willing and determined. Completely under her control. She bites her lip, lightly tapping the thing against your nose and looking down on you. The fingers that rub along your cheek moves to grasp your chin. She tilts your head up and aligns the toy with your lips. “Get it wet for me, baby.”
Slowly, you open your mouth and let her guide it into your mouth before grabbing it yourself. She watches you slowly take the thing deeper between your lips. Only stopping when your lips meet your fingers before lifting back up slowly leaving a trail of saliva in your path. You continue, pressing back down and then up again over and over. You decide to take her deeper so you move your hand out the way to push the toy down your throat. You’re so full of her. The pressure hits your throat in such a filthy way. Wanda places her hand on the back of your head, guiding you as you take her deeper and deeper. She could watch you all day. Listen to the sloppy noises you produce and your cute little gags. You continue, letting her hand guide you. You love the pressure that pushes your head down onto her. A silent reminder that you couldn’t stop this even if you tried to. After a particularly deep swallow Wanda couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hand held pressure on you even when you tried to lift yourself back up. Only stuffing your face fuller of her. You choke beneath her heavy hand. The toy fills up your throat for a little too long and you begin to lightly panic. It wasn’t until she started lifting her hips, stuffing the toy down your throat deeper when you became really unsure. You frantically started to slap at her thigh attempting to signify to her that she has to stop, finally finding relief when you’re lifted from her cock by a fist full of your hair.
You gasp for air, taking a deep breath before spitting out the extra saliva onto her toy. Wanda watches as your spit drips down the side of it. Only giving you a moment before pushing you back down.
Just like before she holds you down, only this time fucking into your mouth fully. Desperate to hear the tiny gags release from your used throat, letting out dirty whimpers of her own. “So pretty. You look so pretty like this for me. Oh so sweet.” As she watches your eyes begin to water and your hand slapping down hard into the side of her thigh. She decides to let up, yanking you by your messy hair once again. You gasp, drooling and coughing attempting to regain your form. But before you had time to catch up she pulls your body to the top of the bed with her, grabbing you by your hair from the root and tossing you back onto your stomach.” You start to cry. Your scalp tender and throat sore. “No, no crying. Be a big girl.”
You hear her but you don’t pay attention. Too distracted by her hands ripping off your underwear from your legs. She spreads your legs and pussy, inspecting the way you’re dripping for her. Your thighs completely covered in your own slick. “You keep crying hm.” She asks you disapprovingly. “I give you something to cry for. Do you want that.” You put your face in your arms. Attempting to hide from her but she already knew. It’s the same move you pull every time she goes a little rough on you and she does feel sorry. She just can’t help it.
In the first few months together she never treated this way. She was always gentle with you. She doesn’t even think she wanted to. It all came out of her during the divorce. She started to take her frustration out on you. It gave her a sense of control inside the eye of the storm. But then it didn’t stop.
At first she told herself it was you. If you didn’t come by that evening then maybe her family would still be together. But then that quickly faded. She didn’t love her husband, and her children’s love faded way before you came around. It was her.
She doesn’t believe she deserves you. someone devoted like you. Innocent in all the right places. Sensitive yet patient. So she dirties you up. Tosses you around. Break you down until you became nothing. Just to build you back up again. Sneaking away pieces of you like a kid owning a puzzle game.
She doesn’t know how to accept love. But you can give it to her. You know you can.
If you can’t make her love you again like she used to, then this would all be for nothing. The divorce, the lies, the promises. She would stop your funding, you would have to move back in with your parents for the rest of college until you got a real job. And nothing could ever be worse than that. Certainly not Wanda. So you will wait and you will fill her back up. Soothe her pain in the way that she desperately needs. As she fills you up in the way that you desperately need.
“Fuck, mommy.” You moan out loud. Her dick slides into you slowly. The combination of your arousal and your spit allows it to slip in easily and it digs into you deep, the silicon dick touching every part of you. “Watch your mouth.”
“‘m sorry” you apologize, mouthing the word to yourself again as the toy goes deeper inside you. She hasn’t even bottomed out yet. “Is it too big for my baby, hm? It’s okay to tell mommy.”
“It’s so big mommy. You feel so big inside of me. Please be gentle.” You mumble out, Your words slurring over each other. She doesn’t reply.
The two of you found a steady pace. The position you’re in makes it feel like each thrust grazes your stomach. You can only whine incoherent mumbles to her. She watches your back bounce up against the mattress with each firm plunge into you, your shoulders rolling and the side of your damp face. Her hips slap against your ass and fills the air with light smacking noises. You stopped trying to speak. Instead resorted to whines and moans as she fucks into your pussy repetitively. She hits just the right spots inside of you. Fucking you better than anyone else ever could.
The pressure inside the pit in your stomach rises. it hums euphorically like you could cum at any moment. Your pussy pulsing around her with each thrust, leaving your clit to be extra sensitive.
“Wanna come. mommy please let me come.”
“Oh baby has to come? You want to make mommy’s cock all sticky with your dirty girl cum.” You need it. It feels like it could come at any moment just bubbling on the edge waiting to be pushed over. She starts to pound into you harder, grabbing the back of your neck to keep you in place as she slams inside of you.
You can’t speak, only letting out gasps for air as she knocks it out of you. Your leg raises behind you in pleasure, toes curling, her hips slapping feverishly against you. Hard and fast but not enough.
“Touch your pussy for me baby. Do it like I taught you.” And that’s all you need, permission. You tumble over the edge, your orgasm shaking through you like a hurricane. She stuffs herself inside of you as deep as she can before the hand on the back of your neck circles to the front. She squeezes it, lifting your head to curve backwards as she ruts into you from behind. Sure to juice out every last drop from your orgasm. You can’t even say anything, your brain mushy and your pussy overstimulated.
When it passes, Wanda slips the toy out from your hole drawing a moan out from you as well. She rolls off of you and onto her feet to take off the harness, watching as you lay there limp, pulsating against nothing and the little twitches you get after being fucked out.
Your eyes close in concentration while you try to contain extra pulsations. Too overstimulated to take anything more. Wanda slips back into the bed. Sweaty and sore from having to balance herself on one arm. She spoons you from the back and began to trail kisses over the back of your shoulder. Butterflies invade your stomach almost immediately and you giggle as you turn to face her, taking her lips in yours. She kisses back letting you take control and you lead her to lay against her back. “That was amazing.”
she didn’t say anything, just basks in the kisses you leave up and down her neck. A couple minutes pass and your lips press their last kiss. When she looks down your sleeping frame is what meets her back, causing her to grin lightly. Running her fingers over your lightly damp hairline, before kissing your forehead and slipping out from under your embrace. Headed to the washroom to prepare for the meeting.