hiii this is my second time trying to write something nsfw for funsies and I thought I’d also share it on here for the Wanda lovers! any friendly criticism is also appreciated🙈
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Gender-Neutral)
Rating: Explicit / 18+ NSFW
Warnings/Tropes: Dark!Wanda, Toxic Dynamics, Dubious Consent (Dubcon) elements, Mind Reading/Telepathy, Magic Use, Voyeurism (Wanda admits to watching Reader change), Infidelity/Cheating (Vision/Family mentioned).
She took your hand, interlocking your fingers together, and led you into her bedroom.
“What are we doing in here?” you asked quietly.
Wanda sat down at the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside her as she tilted her head. “I wanna make you feel better, baby,” she said softly, almost whispering.
You tapped your foot into the ground, then took a tiny step back.
Glancing behind you, the door that led into the hall was suddenly closed. Had you closed it? You couldn’t seem to remember. Turning back to face Wanda, you saw her eyes locked onto you.
A chill went down your spine.
“I uhm, Wanda, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Vis-Vision and the boys will be back soon..”
Wanda laughed breathily. “You let me take care of that, baby,” she cooed.
The cold wood beneath your toes kept you alert. Should you be doing this? You glanced at the door again, then back to Wanda.
She had a soft smile on her lips. Her head tilted, exposing the curve of her neck and her pulsing vein. You took a tentative step forward.
“I sent them away just for you, baby. They won’t be back for quite some time.”
You were unmoving.
“Trust me,” she whispered, nodding her head to the spot beside her.
Wanda’s legs crossed over each other and you couldn’t help but inhale deeply. Beginning your walk slowly, you could feel her eyes ravage you with every step you took. The spot beside Wanda dipped slowly as you pressed your knee into it, the softness of her bed comforting.
You opened your mouth to resist again. How could you do this? How could she be so okay with it? You had to say just how wrong this was, how guilty you felt. But as you settled yourself down on the edge of the bed, Wanda immediately hugged you.
The swell of her breasts pressed against yours.
You froze, arms laying flat beside you while her flowy robe fell off her shoulder.
“It’s okay, baby, I’m right here,” she whispered into your ear.
The scent of her perfume took over your senses. It was smooth like velvet sandalwood, but small notes of citrus sharpened it. Like a knife. You inhaled deeply.
Her arms around yours became tighter and you couldn’t resist it anymore. Your arms wrapped around her waist, almost pulling her on top of you. Wanda’s hand began tracing small shapes on your back, “You’re okay, baby,” she murmured. Her hand trailed upwards behind your ear. She pressed her thumb right under your jaw, forcing your head up.
Hooded, tired eyes looked into hers, nothing but warmth swirling in them.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. For you,” she murmured. Her nose rubbed against yours, breaths mingling with each other's. “To have you all to myself…” she whispered against you, almost like she was spilling a bottled up secret. Her hand cupped your cheek. “Needing me…”
Her eyes fluttered while her lips brushed against yours.
“You do need me? Don’t you, sweetheart?”
You nodded your head, yes.
She licked the shell of your ear. “I know, baby,” she rasped. Her fingers played with the hem of your shirt, “But did you know how badly I need you? How much I crave you, as much as you crave me.”
She looked into your eyes, almost like she was reading you. Your arms tightened around her waist. She looked down and smiled softly as she looked back up to you.
Wanda gently closed the gap between you.
Your eyes widened. A flicker of guilt flashing through them. Vision. Her boys. But just as she parted her lips and sighed softly against you, and the feel of her lips… They were so smooth. So delicate. Her mouth parted slightly as her tongue swiped across your bottom lip, asking for access. You parted your mouth and tilted your head, allowing her access. Her tongue danced along with yours.
You jolted back from the trance her overwhelming scent had on you when she suddenly bit down gently on your lip.
It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but the sharp, sudden sting jolted straight down your spine. Your breath caught and your hips jerked forward a fraction of an inch instinctively.
Wanda parted from you just a fraction, her lips brushing against yours as she panted. Her usual green eyes darkened almost completely as she looked down on you. A soft but almost vile smile playing at her lips.
“I can feel your thoughts,” Wanda rasped. She pecked your lips softly, “Just focus that pretty little head on me, hm?” She kissed you again, her lips parting slightly, the kiss lingering.
You nodded dumbly.
She tutted, her smile dropping slightly. “Mm mm. I need words. Or I’m stopping this.” Her tone was still unwaveringly sweet.
“Yeah—yes. I’m sorry, it-it won’t happen again, Wanda.”
“Good.”
She pushed you down onto the mattress. You gasped sharply and your heartbeat quickened. You lifted yourself up onto your elbows to see Wanda's robe fall off her waist and drop onto the floor. Your eyes traced back up and you were met with full breasts and a toned body.
Your mouth watered.
Now, the only thing she was wearing was her red lace panties. She walked toward you, swaying her hips. With every step she took, her breasts jiggled softly. The covers underneath you scrunched, as you fisted them.
Wanda crawled on top of you and sat right on top of your hips. She leaned down, her hair falling like a curtain of flames, and pecked your lips softly. The heat of Wanda’s bare thighs pressing against yours even through your own clothes caused you to roll your hips slowly.
Wanda's eyes scrunched and she gasped softly into your mouth. She parted from you, her eyes peering down onto yours, her chest rising and falling with each pant of her breath.
Your knuckles were nearly white with how tightly you were gripping onto the bedsheets. Wanda chuckled lightly, noticing this. She took a hold of your hand and laid it on her thigh. She leaned down to kiss you again, her tongue sliding against yours. The wet sounds of your lips and tongues becoming almost obscene. Your hand gripped her mid thigh, pushing her against you. Wanda moaned softly.
You quit holding yourself up and brought your other hand to her breast. You pinched her soft nipple, hardening it. She let out a breathy gasp of surprise. You pinched and twisted it again, hearing her soft moans of approval. Wanda suddenly parted from you, her head falling back in pleasure.
You grinned and sat up. You gripped her thigh, adjusting her to be flush against you.
“You ha-have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Wanda's hips rolled against yours. “How much I want you.”
Wanda guided your hand past her flat stomach, sliding your palm beneath the waistband of those red lace panties. Your breath caught in your throat as your fingers were met with slick, burning heat.
“Feel what a mess you’ve made?” Wanda whispered into your ear, her voice dropping into a deep rasp. Your finger pressed harder against her instinctively. She whined, “You have no idea how wet you make me.”
Your fingers slid against her. You found her twitching nub and rubbed slow circles onto it. Wanda moaned, sounding almost like a whimper.
“Whenever you’d forget to close your blinds, I could see you changing out of your bra and-and your panties,” she panted. “And I’d fuck myself imagining imagining something like this would happen.” Her hands fell on your shoulders, gripping them tightly. Wanda’s hips rolled against your fingers, desperate for her release, her head falling on your shoulder as she moaned uncontrollably.
“You really thought of me like that?” You picked her up suddenly, forcing her on her back. Her hair splayed out on her pillows and breasts bouncing with the harsh movement. “Wishing I’d fuck your desperate pussy like this?”
Your index finger was sliding and curling into her.
“Mm—mhm, yes,” Wanda nodded frantically.
You added another finger seamlessly, using your whole body to thrust into her. Wanda’s moans grew into desperate whimpers and pants, the squelching of her pussy sounding wetter and wetter with each passing movement. You continued your thrusts into her. You buried your lips onto her neck, sucking and biting, wanting to find her sweet spot.
Wanda whimpered your name loudly, begging for you not to stop, to keep going. She was so close. You could feel her pussy flutter around your fingers and when you glanced down, all her juices were flowing down your hand onto the sheets. You became frantic in your movements. You needed to see her, needed to be there for her when she climaxed.
Wanda’s head fell back against the pillows. Unshed tears filled her eyes when her pussy spasmed against your fingers. A loud cry fell from her lips.
Your fingers slowed, but didn't stop. You curled them languidly against her, prolonging her orgasm. She gripped your wrist tightly, whispering that it was too much already.
You pulled out of her as softly as you could and brought your fingers to your lips. You kept eye contact as you licked and sucked off any of her lingering juices. Leaning down again, you kissed her lips softly, asking if she’s okay, if you were too harsh, asking what she needed.
But Wanda didn’t say anything. Instead, she wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you close on top of her. She crashed her lips against yours, and wrapped her legs around you as she moaned at the taste of herself on your lips.
You pulled back slightly, your noses nudging against each other. Sitting up completely now, you ripped off your shirt, throwing it somewhere haphazardly.
“Don’t think we’re done yet, Wanda,” you winked.
