but when you’re with her you’re thinking of me, aren’t you?
wanda x f!reader
Each time your fling touches you, it barely registers—until Wanda crosses your mind. You and Wanda are on a break, but she’s still the only one who actually gets a reaction out of you.
details: smut, college au, situationship/flings, situationship to together, top wanda, bottom reader, fingering/oral/strap in v, very very slight hurt/comfort, maybe shitty writing bc im very tired.
The break had been your idea. Or maybe hers first, and you’d agreed too quickly out of pride. Either way, neither of you had called it a breakup. That distinction mattered more than you liked to admit.
You were still technically "together." Just “taking space.” Time to think.
There hadn’t been rules, exactly.
Neither of you asked the obvious questions because you both already knew the answers would hurt. So the line stayed blurry on purpose. If something happened with someone else during the break… it wouldn’t really count. At least, that was the understanding.
And honestly, you didn’t feel guilty about the woman you’d been seeing.
It wasn’t serious. You’d made that clear from the start. A few dates, late-night drinks, her knee pressed against yours in restaurant booths. Easy company. Temporary, probably. But she was pretty, attentive, and most importantly, she made you feel wanted again instead of analyzed.
Tonight, she’d pulled you into a picture before either of you left the bar. Her arm looped loosely around your waist, your lipstick-smudged smile turned toward her instead of the camera.
You posted it without thinking too hard about it.
That was a lie. You thought about it the entire time.
About who would see it. About whether your situationship would pause when it came across her feed. Whether she’d zoom in close enough to notice how comfortable the touch looked. Whether she’d care at all.
You told yourself you didn’t care. Still, an hour later, you were lying awake in the dark with your phone inches from your face, checking her socials again.
So no, it wasn’t wrong what you were doing. At least, you told yourself that often enough for it to almost sound true.
The new woman wasn’t even your fling. Barely even that, honestly. A few dates turning into nights together, lingering touches, texts that came in past midnight. She was easy to want. Funny enough to make you forget yourself for a while. Pretty enough to distract you completely when she had you under her.
You didn’t not like her.
She made you laugh over drinks until your stomach hurt. Made you see stars every time you ended up tangled together in her sheets. Made you feel desired in a way that felt effortless instead of complicated.
But every time afterward, eventually, you’d open your eyes and see her face beside you. And your heart would drop anyway. Not because you regretted sleeping with her. Not because you wanted your ex back, exactly.
It was just the awful realization that no matter how good someone else was, they still weren’t her.
Every time she kissed you, every touch against your skin, you waited for something to happen. Some spark. Some feeling strong enough to drown everything else out.
But there was nothing until your mind wandered to Wanda.
Only then did the heat come rushing in. Suddenly her hands burned against your skin, every kiss became something you chased desperately, your breath catching as you pulled her closer. But it wasn’t her you were reacting to. Never really her.
It was Wanda. Wanda’s mouth you imagined against yours. Wanda’s fingers deep inside you. Wanda’s voice slipping into the spaces between breaths. And the worst part was how easily your body responded once you let yourself picture her instead.
After each time, you’d lie there breathless beside your fling, her arm thrown lazily across your stomach while the emotions settled in slow and heavy. You were screwed.
The party was already loud by the time you got there. Music shaking the walls of your friend’s cramped off-campus house, cheap alcohol spilling across countertops, bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder beneath dim colored lights. Skirts worn that would’ve gotten others sent out of lecture halls in seconds, tops hanging off shoulders like they were daring somebody to say something. You weren’t exactly dressed modestly either.
Your eyes met Wanda’s from across the room for the first time in months, and it hit you all at once how badly photos had failed to capture her. You’d stared at those eyes through screens often enough to memorize them, scrolling through old posts late at night like some pathetic ritual. But seeing them now, really seeing them, felt completely different.
It made you hold on tighter to your sanity.
You told yourself you could handle it. That seeing her wouldn’t undo you the way it used to. That months of distance, of silence, of pretending you were fine, had finally built something solid in you. But it didn’t feel solid when she finally approached you.
Wanda didn’t rush it. She never did. Just appeared at your side like she’d always belonged there, like months hadn’t passed in between. The conversation started easy enough, careful. Small updates. Polite smiles. The kind of normal people use when they’re trying not to acknowledge what’s still unresolved.
And then it shifted.
Your back pressed against the wall, the noise of the party reduced to a distant, muffled pulse. Light from the living room barely reached here, leaving everything dim, almost suspended. Trying to make its way up the staircase. Wanda was close, her body pressed against yours.
Your focus narrowed to the space between breaths, to the way she exhaled softly against your mouth before pulling you back in again. Every thought you’d been holding onto loosened at the edges, slipping away one by one until there was nothing left except the pressure of her against you and the sound of your own breathing trying to keep up.
You could feel the heat radiating from her, her body barely an inch away from yours. Her hand found its way to your hip, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling you even closer. You could feel her breath, hot and ragged, against your neck, her lips brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"You've been avoiding me," she whispered, her voice low, her tone accusing. You could feel the truth of her words, the months of distance, the silence that had grown between you. You had been avoiding her, trying to forget the intensity of your last encounter, trying to move on.
But now, with her body pressed against yours, her lips on your skin, her fingers digging into your hip, you realized that you hadn't moved on. You hadn't forgotten. You had just been delaying the inevitable.
"I've been busy... we've... been on break," you lied, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Wanda chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent a jolt of desire through you. She knew you were lying, she could see right through you, she always could.
"Busy with what?" she asked, her voice mocking, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "With your new fling? The one you were clinging to earlier?"
You could feel your face flushing at the mention of your new partner, your body betraying you, your desire for Wanda growing with each word she spoke. She knew she had you, she knew she had the upper hand, and she was enjoying it.
"And we're on break, not on two different sides of a chasm."
"Wanda," you whispered, a plea, a warning, a surrender. You didn't know what you were asking for, what you were giving in to. All you knew was that you needed her, you needed her touch, her kiss, her body on top of yours.
"What do you want, baby?" she asked, her voice low, her eyes locked with yours. "Tell me what you want."
You hesitated, your body aching with need, your mind filled with images of her, of you, of the two of you together. You wanted her, you wanted her touch, her kiss, her body on top of yours.
"I want you to kiss me," you said, your voice steady, your eyes challenging.
She kissed you, her lips soft, her tongue demanding, her body pressing against yours. She was intense, she was passionate, she was everything you needed. She was giving you what you wanted, but she was also taking, taking control, taking your breath away, taking your heart. She guided you back into some room, shutting the door behind the two of you.
You could feel your body responding, your heart pounding, your breath coming in short gasps. You could feel your desire growing, your need for her increasing with each passing moment. You wanted more, you wanted everything.
You deepened the kiss, your tongue tangling with hers, your hands exploring her body, your fingers digging into her flesh. She moaned, her body pressing against yours, her hands reaching for you, her fingers finding the hem of your shirt, pulling it up, exposing your skin. You could feel her touch, hot and urgent, her fingers tracing the curve of your body, her hands cupping your breasts.
You gasped, your body arching into her touch, your mind filled with images of her, of you, of the two of you together. She seemed to sense your desire, her hands moving faster, her touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. She was undressing you, her hands pushing your shirt up, her fingers unhooking your bra, her hands cupping your breasts, her thumbs rubbing against your nipples.
You could feel your body responding, your nipples hardening, your breath coming in short gasps, your body aching with need.
And then, suddenly, she stopped. Her hands left your body, her touch disappearing, her lips leaving yours. You could feel the loss, your body aching with need, your mind filled with questions, with confusion.
"Why did you stop?" you asked, your voice barely audible, your eyes locked with hers. She smiled, a slow, wicked smile that promised more pleasure than you could bear.
"Because I want to hear you beg," she whispered, her voice low. "I want to hear you say it."
You hesitated, your body aching with need, your mind filled with images of her, of you, of the two of you together. You wanted her, you wanted her touch, her kiss, her body on top of yours.
"I want you to fuck me," you said, your voice steady, your eyes challenging. Wanda's eyes widened in surprise, her body tensing against yours. She hadn't been expecting that, hadn't been expecting you to take control.
But she recovered quickly, her eyes gleaming with excitement, her lips curving into a smile. "Mmm," she murmured, her hand reaching between your legs, her fingers finding your clit, her touch sending waves of pleasure through you.
Her touch was electric, her fingers expertly stroking you, her thumb circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You could feel your body responding, your hips bucking, your breath coming in short gasps. You were so close, so ready, your body aching for release.
"I want you to lick me," you said, breathy, in betwen gasps. "I want your tongue on me, your mouth on me, your face between my legs."
Her fingers find the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. She looked up at you, her eyes locked with yours, her breath hot against your core. And then she licked you, her tongue flat against your clit, her touch sending waves of pleasure through you. You moaned, your body arching into her touch, your hands finding her hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands.
She started to move, her tongue circling your clit, her fingers slipping inside you, her touch sending you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. As your body trembled with the aftershocks, Wanda pulled away, her touch leaving you bereft. You whimpered, your body aching for more, your mind filled with thoughts of her, of you, of the two of you together. You wanted more, you needed more. You've been craving her for months.
Wanda seemed to sense your desire, her lips curving into a smile. She reached down, her hand moving between her legs, her fingers unbuckling something. You heard a rustling sound, and then you saw it - a strap-on harness, a thick, silicone cock attached to it.
Your eyes widened in surprise.
"Is this what you want, baby?" she asked, her voice low, her eyes locked with yours. You could only nod, your body aching with need, your mind filled with images of her, of you, of the two of you together.
She stood up, her body towering over yours, her hand guiding the cock to your entrance. She pressed the tip against you, her eyes never leaving yours, her breath hot against your face. "Tell me you want it," she whispered, her voice demanding, her eyes challenging.
"I want it," you said, your voice steady, your eyes locked with hers. "I want you to fuck me with it, Wanda. I want you to fill me up...."
Wanda hums in some sort of approval, her hands gasping at you to flip you onto your stomach. Her body moving forward, the cock sliding inside you. You moaned, your body arching into her touch, your hands reaching for her, your fingers digging into her flesh. Filling you up, giving you exactly what you begged for.
She grabbed your hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, her body slamming against yours. She was fucking you hard, her hips thrusting forward, her cock sliding in and out of you. You could feel every inch of her, filling you up, stretching you, sending waves of pleasure through you. Gasps of her name and nothingness come bumbling out from between your lips.
You could feel your orgasm building again, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. You were so close, so ready, your body aching for release. And then, suddenly, she stopped again. Her body moved away from yours, her touch disappearing. You whimpered at the loss, your body aching with need, your mind filled with confusion, with frustration.
"I want to look at you while I make you come," she whispered. She turned you around, her hands guiding you onto your back, her body moving between your legs. Your knees pressed so tightly against you, her body coming down on top, almost pressing you into this position.
She pressed the tip of the cock against your sopping entrance again, her eyes locked with yours, her body moving forward. She slid inside you, her cock filling you up, her body moving slowly, sensuously, her eyes never leaving yours.
She was fucking you slowly, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, her cock sliding in and out of you. She was looking at you, her eyes filled with desire, with love, with obsession. She was fucking you, she was making love to you, she was giving you everything you wanted, everything you needed.
You could feel your orgasm building again, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. You were so close, so ready, your body aching for release. And then, suddenly, it hit you. Your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing, your eyes rolling back, your mouth opening in a silent scream.
Wanda stayed with you, her body moving slowly, sensuously, her cock sliding in and out of you, her eyes locked with yours. She was looking at you, she was with you, she was giving you everything you needed, everything you wanted.
And as you came down from your high, your body sated, your mind filled with thoughts of Wanda, you knew one thing for sure. You had her, you had her touch, her kiss, her body on top of yours. And you would never let her go again.
notes: very last minute fic, and I fell asleep pretty much writing at the end so ignore if it's like shitty as hell. i know it is, im too tired to do anything about it atm. later i'll go over it.
Summary: When your best friend proposed to you, offering you an escape from your families, from expectations, you said yes. But as the wedding got closer, you weren’t so sure about your decision. Still, the show must go on right?
Pairing: top!dom-ish!Wanda Maximoff x bottom!fem!reader
Warnings(+18): mentions of Billy Maximoff x reader relationship, cheating (but not really), mentions of homophobia, mommy kink, fingering, thigh humping, alcohol.
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A/N: Hey there! It’s been some time since I’ve written anything so I feel a little out of my element. However I couldn’t get this out of my head. My apologies in advance for any mistakes, this is not proofread.
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You were playing absentmindedly with the ring on your finger. Yelena and Kate were singing their lungs out to “Girls Just Want To Have Fun” in the front seat and your window was rolled down letting the New York cold air hit your face.
It was supposed to be a fun night with two of your best friends, even when you didn’t know where you were headed to. However, the heaviness on your chest wasn’t leaving anytime soon. It was getting hard to breathe in the car and your fingers kept tapping on your thigh anxiously.
You knew how you ended up in that position. And even when you didn’t regret it, some part of you wish you did.
(—)
Hazel eyes were looking at you across the table. Your hand was being held by his soft hands while he rubbed circles on the back of your hand trying to ease the shock. His smile was wobbly while he waited for your answer but your voice was gone the second he started talking and you felt your stomach hurting and maybe ready to throw up your expensive dinner.
The weight of your decision was getting dense in the air. You knew you had to say yes for both of your sakes but still, you wanted to fight back and scream that this was not suppose to be your happy ending. However, the mere picture of your parents being proud of you for a moment, made your heart ache.
“Yes, I’ll do it” you breathed out, letting your chest relax when the words came out. He smiled, but it wasn’t reaching his eyes. You both knew this was self-preservation.
“I will get you a ring, I promise” he said softly, his cheeks softly pink when he let go of your hand. He cleaned the sweat out of his palms with the cloth napkin and gave a long sip to his wine glass.
“You don’t have to” you replied trying to smile back at him. The ache on your chest settling down on the pit of your stomach. This was good, this was suppose to be freeing for the two of you. Why was it feeling so wrong though?
(—)
He did get you a ring. The ring that was dancing around your finger while your nails dug into your thigh skin nervously. All your close friends knew about the plan. Knew this was a charade for your parents and Billy’s parents. And even when they all tried to talk you out of it, you both were stubborn enough to keep the wedding preparations going.
That’s how you ended up in the back of Yelena’s car on your way to your bachelorette. The blonde refused to give out details, she even refused to listen when you said you didn’t need one for your fake marriage and still she said that it was necessary for the sake of keeping appearances. And when your mother arrived to your tiny apartment two weeks before the engagement party, you knew you had to listen to Yelena this time.
Your parents seemed to be happy with the news. Happier than the moment you told them you got accepted into Harvard. Happier than when you called them to tell them you passed the bar exam. Happier than when they heard you landed a nice job at Stark’s firm. None of that seemed to matter, to be perfect enough for them. But the second you told them you were getting married to a man, your mother had screamed on the phone and your father had left out a sigh of relief that sounded more like “Not a lesbian, good”. You knew they were scared of you being a lesbian, that wouldn’t had looked good for them, and still when you heard them your heart broke reaffirming that you made the right choice. Hid your true self.
The car stopped but you didn’t notice. Your gaze was lost in memories that did nothing but keep digging your own hole. Kate waved her hand in front of you with a worried look and furrowed brows, startling you a little.
“We are here, princess” Yelena said appearing next to her girlfriend, a wide mischievous grin and sparkly eyes.
She opened the door and you took in her casual outfit. Black jeans, a white shirt, a leather jacket and her combat boots. You tilted your head slightly and looked over to Kate, she was at least wearing a black suit.
“Why am I the only one in a dress?” you asked narrowing your eyes.
Kate had pushed for you to wear a tight black dress and heels, and they both knew you hated heels. And still, Kate persuaded you to wear them saying you were going to a nice place and you needed to look your best self.
Yelena rolled her eyes “Because you are getting some tonight and I don’t need to try hard for that” the brunette punched Yelena’s arm and the later one grimaced.
“You must’ve forgotten my mother is at my place, I will not bring a girl over” you sighed. Your knuckles turning white around your phone.
Your best friends knew how difficult was your mother, if anything you spent your college years ranting and venting about her. But even then, at the age of twenty-six and endless therapy sessions trying to make amends with yourself, you seemed to yearn her approval. That’s what got you in this position in the first place.
“That’s why I brought you here” the blonde said pointing to the entrance of the place.
In that moment you noticed you were in some place far away from the city. A mansion was standing in front of you in the middle of a huge garden, a red carpet rolled down the stairs like you were some type of movie star, two tall men in the entrance that looked like they could kill someone with their bare hands and cars all over the roundabout. A big neon sign gave out the name, “The Scarlet Witch”.
“This looks expensive” you pointed out “We are leaving”.
You tried to turn around to get back in the car but some valet guy had drove away with it and Yelena’s cold hand was already on your wrist. She pouted and you shook your head.
“Billy gave us money” she started and you huffed “He said to take you some nice place. After all it was his idea getting married and pretend you both are straight” she joked but you kept still not budging “Come on, it’s a really private place and God knows you need this.”
Kate’s hand landed on your shoulder and gave you a gentle squeeze “What Lena is trying to say is, we have this covered and tonight it’s all about you” her soft smile eased up a little of the tension that was building up inside of you. You offered them a tired sigh and rolled your eyes playfully.
“Fine, but the first round comes out of Lena’s pocket and not my future husband’s” you flipped off Yelena and she stuck out her tongue but chuckled after.
They helped you up the stairs, Yelena’s hand firm on your waist at your right and your left arm locked with Kate’s. When you reached the top, you noticed one of the bodyguards had a clipboard in his hands. His face was serious, hair brushed perfectly to the back, an earbud on his right ear and a perfect tailored suit.
“And how are we getting in, anyway?” you whispered when his eyes met yours, feeling shy under his assessing gaze.
“Watch” the blonde grinned and walk to the man with a wide smile “Hey, big guy” she said softly with a playful grin.
“Won’t work if you are not on the list” he said firmly, his eyes setting on Yelena, unamused.
“Oof- tough crowd, I like that” she teased but the man was unimpressed, like this was a common thing “Anyway, could you get me the Black Widow here?” his eyes shifted with interest at that name.
“Hey, red. Winter Soldier here, some blonde is looking for you” he said through the comms, his stare fixated on Yelena with suspicion “Name?” he asked.
“Tell her it’s her little sister” Yelena replied. The man followed as instructed and then gave a nod. He went back to his firm position like a soldier waiting for instructions.
Minutes passed and you shifted uncomfortably next to Kate that was rubbing circles on your arm trying to ease you. Yelena looked at you with excitement and her thumbs up like everything was working according to plan. Soon a blonde woman appeared on the entrance wearing a pair of slacks and a blue blouse. Green eyes studying you and Kate before turning soft the moment they landed on Yelena.
“Sestra” she greeted Yelena opening her arms and pulling your best friend into an embrace. The old one caressed Yelena’s cheeks and gave her a soft kiss on both.
“Stop! You are embarrassing me” Yelena said pushing away and looking over at you. Her sister laughed and pointed to the men to let you three in. You walked behind Yelena and her sister, taking in the big lobby of the house. Lights were dimmed and the place was full of red roses.
“What are you doing here?” Yelena’s sister asked when you all stopped in front of the cloakroom. You three dropped your coats and bags on the table and waited for your ticket.
“You remember Kate?” Yelena said pointing out to her girlfriend, the brunette just waved shyly. The old blonde nodded and offered her a soft smile “Well, and this is my best friend (Y/N), I told you about her. (Y/N), this is Natasha. My sister” you smiled softly, clearly intimidated under Natasha’s gaze.
Her green eyes navigated your whole body before setting in your eyes. You blushed when she offered you a smirk. “Oh, the fake wife” she chuckled and you shifted your legs.
“I guess that’s me, yeah” you muttered throwing daggers at Yelena “A pleasure to meet you” you offered your hand to Natasha but she limited to stare at it curiously tilting her head when you dropped your arm. She seemed amused but decided on cutting you off some slack.
After getting your ticket, Natasha started walking towards a big pair of wooden doors. She pushed them open, letting you take in the place. Music was loud enough in the background but you could still talk and there were women all over the place. Some sitting in leather couches and laughing, other hanging at the bar and some others dancing. Strobe lights all over, girl bartenders and waitresses moving around.
“Welcome to The Scarlet Witch, ladies” Natasha gave you a mischievous smile “A girls only bar, where you can show your real desires” she whispered on your ear and you shivered feeling her warm breath against your skin “I opened a tab under my code name, I’ll invite you some drinks to celebrate the wife to be” she teased and you wanted to punch Yelena for mentioning your situation to her sister “the rest is up to you. If you want to use one of the private rooms, give them my code name again” she wiggled her brows and you refrained from rolling your eyes at the teasing. They really were sisters “If you use it with me, it’s free of charge” her eyes fixed on you.
“Hey now! That’s my best friend, you creep” Yelena groaned and Natasha’s grin turned wider
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever” Natasha sighed “Call me if you need anything”
She walked away swaying her hips and looking at you one last time over her shoulder with a smirk. You blushed and tried to focus on your steps while your friends pulled you to some corner. You let yourself plop on the leather couch, Kate sitting in front of you with a soft smile and Yelena was already ordering some drinks.
You hummed at the music, trying to push back the thought of the wedding. A girl’s big dream, they said. And still, you felt like you were about to commit a crime. You closed your eyes trying to settle the feeling, reminding yourself that at least you were doing it with your best friend, that he loved you the way you loved him and everything was just to fill expectations from your families.
“Here you go” Kate said offering you a shot of tequila and moving to sit beside you “You okay?” she asked when you drank the whole thing and grimace when the lemon juice reached your tongue after.
“Yeah, all good” you lied. She knew you were lying anyway, but after months of trying to talk you out of it, she knew it was better not to push. “Just tired with all the wedding stuff”
“Have you met Billy’s parents yet?” her eyes were soft and grounding, letting you know that everything would be okay at the end and you were doing this to free yourself from your family.
You stole her shot from her hand, the question making you more nervous than it should “Nope” you popped your lips and squeezed more lemon juice “Will do at the engagement party”
She nodded and took your hand in between hers “You know it’s not too late to stop all of this” she squeezed your hand gently and you looked into her eyes trying to find the grounding they were offering. And still, you were too deep into your own lies that you couldn’t see the exit.
“It is too late, Kate” you gritted your teeth and shut your eyes holding back tears “But it’s okay. We will be happy together, united by friendship and marriage while we try to find real love” you shrugged and took a deep breath before smiling softly “If this will get my parents off my back, I will do it” and you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself.
Yelena sat across from you, holding the tequila bottle after fighting the waitress over it and looking triumphant when she managed to snatched it away. She served you another shot and you took it without thinking twice.
“Easy, tiger. You will get wasted before my toast” she grinned and for once you were glad at least someone was having their time of their lives with the wedding “To fake marriages! Let your first divorce be as dramatic as this whole wedding already is!” you snorted and Kate shook her head smiling at her girlfriend’s words. You cheered and took another shot, the alcohol only warming your throat a little bit more.
(—)
To no one’s surprise, Kate was the first one to get wasted. She was dancing on top of the coffee table and hugging a bottle of vodka, professing that maybe it was the true love of her life.
You and Yelena were laughing at the sight, leaning back on the couch while making bets on the future fall of Kate if she kept drinking. Your senses were numb, and for the first time in weeks you felt like the weight of the wedding was lifted. You could always be your true self when your friends were around and this was the night to remember that.
Your eyes looked around the place, a hunger building inside of you and the alcohol was the one to blame for it. You always got needy when you drank, and tonight was no different. So naturally, you started to look around for any girl that could just make you feel anything but the hollowness that had taken over you the last few weeks.
A pair of long legs caught your eye. You followed their length to a perfect ass covered by a red dress that clung perfectly at the curves of the woman, with an open back letting you catch the soft skin. Auburn locks falling perfectly and dancing on her back while she talked to a bartender. Her shoulders were firm and the look on the bartender gave away that the redhead was someone important.
“I mean, it’s the twenty-first century and you should be able to marry anyone, don’t you think?” Yelena’s voice reached your ears pulling back your attention. You looked at her confused, not following the conversation. She rolled her eyes “That your parents are assholes”
“Oh, yeah. Sure” you replied looking back at the bar but the redhead was gone. You sighed “Should we leave?”
“What? Why? We are having fun” Kate yelled looking down on you and sipping the bottle.
“Yeah, we are having fun. Here take this” Yelena gave you a little cup and you drank “It’s my pee” you spitted the liquid and she started laughing “Oh god! I’m kidding” she rolled on the couch like it was her best prank. You threw her the drink but she kept laughing. You chuckled, letting yourself relax.
Someone tapped your shoulder and you looked back grinning, but it faded the second you met a pair of green eyes. It was the woman from the bar, and she was looking down at you with such intensity that you squirmed softly in your seat.
“Is everything okay here?” she asked and the moment her voice reached your ears you felt your stomach flutter. Your lips parted to give out a response but nothing came out.
“Yes, lady. Thank you” Kate replied giving her a reverence but the woman’s eyes never left yours.
Your eyes tried to take in her features. She was easily your mom’s age and still she looked perfect. Maybe you were dead and you were seeing an angel. She smiled softly and grabbed your chin firmly “And you, sweetie? Are you okay?” you nodded, that was really all you could do when your brain forgot how to function properly. She smirked and shook her head slowly “Words, pretty girl”
You looked surprised, but mostly hypnotised by this woman. She squeezed your chin softly and you licked your lips while staring at hers.
“Yes, everything okay” you breathed out and she let you go with a nod and a proud smile. She fixed her dress and your eyes were attached to her image.
“I will have to ask you to get down of the table” she said looking at Kate “We don’t want you to fall” she continued when Kate groaned childishly but got down anyway. She threw herself at Yelena and sat on her lap “Thank you. If you need anything else, let the staff know. Keep having a good time”
She looked at you one last time, her eyes shining with something you couldn’t describe and then turn to walk to another room.
You looked at your friends that were already caught in their little love bubble, and stood up to ran after that woman. You followed the red dress, trying to open some space in the middle of the crowded room with some urgency. You were panting when you reached the exit, watching her stand next to no other than Natasha and whispering something to her.
You fixed your dress, trying not to look tipsy. Took a deep breath and walk over the two women that didn’t acknowledge your presence until you cleared your throat. Natasha looked at you first, her annoyed eyes softening at the sight of you and she grinned.
“Hey there, wif…” you shook your head sneaking a look to the redhead and then looking back at Natasha. She offered you a curious look but said nothing about it “How can I help you, (Y/N)?”
“I… “ your mouth went dry when the redhead looked at you, smiling softly while her eyes roamed your body “I was wondering about those private rooms?” your cheeks turned red and you looked down playing with your ring.
“Oh? Well, I can take you…”
“No!” you rushed and the blonde looked confused “I mean no, not for me. Yelena and Kate, you know” you tried to explain feeling small under the gaze of both women “They are wasted and I certainly can’t drive us back”
Natasha hummed and bit her lower lip thinking. You shifted nervously trying to ignore the redhead that just kept smiling at you. You kept playing with your ring and biting your lip. The blonde one nodded and sighed.
“I’ll go get them. Stay here” she ordered and you tried to follow her, losing all the confidence that got you there in the first place but a soft hand grabbed your wrist.
You looked back at the redhead, your eyes travelling to the hand that was holding you back. She let you go but you stood still in your place, like somehow she commanded you to stay put and you easily followed her orders.
“(Y/N) is it?” your name rolled out of her tongue and you felt a tingle going up your legs and settling in the pit of your stomach “Such a pretty name” she offered you her hand and you rushed to shake it “I’m Wanda”
She squeezed gently your hand and you let her go, trying to look causal under her gaze and failing miserably. She smiled knowingly but decided not to comment on it.
“You work here?” you asked, pretending your knees weren’t wobbly and ready to drop in front of her. She laughed softly and you could swear it was the most perfect sound you had ever heard.
“Something like that” she smiled and leaned closer to your ear “I own the place” a gasped left your lips and she pulled back smirking.
“You have a nice place” you breathed out. Your brain malfunctioning when you tried to focus and not look desperate. But her green eyes kept roaming your whole body indiscreetly and you somehow felt naked in front of her.
After some silence, where you tried desperately to look somewhere, anywhere really, away from her and she kept smirking like you amused her, she grabbed your hand and squeezed it.
“You look like you need a drink” she said pulling you to the bar and ordering two Old Fashioned. She looked at the drink and urged you to grab it. You took a long sip and she watched you while drinking hers. Then her thumb reached your chin cleaning the drop that escaped your lips and you watched her lick her thumb and smiled at you like she did the most normal thing in the world “Why don’t I take you to a more quiet place?”
Wanda didn’t wait for your answer, she just started walking through the crowd with your hands linked and the drink on the other hand. She pulled you out of the room and back to the lobby were the music quieted down. But she kept walking, dragging you up the stairs and then through a hallway with multiple doors until you reached the last one. She dropped you hand just to pull out a key out of her chest and opened the door for you.
The room was enormous, probably bigger than your own apartment. A king sized bed in the middle with windows that went from the ceiling to the floor and had closed red curtains. There was a pair of leather couches, in front of a big TV and a little coffee table. And on the other side of the room was a small bar. You followed her in, walking down the small hallway where you caught an ajar door that looked like the bathroom.
Wanda sat on the couch and patted the spot next to her. You sat with your legs crossed and she took off her heels, settling comfortable on the couch with her legs up. She looked even more gorgeous under the dimmed lights.
“This is better, don’t you think?” her voice was soft and her eyes were gentle, and still you felt on edge. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe you were feeling too hot that your brain couldn’t focus enough. Maybe you were imagining she actually wanted you. But you managed to nod.
“Is Natasha your girlfriend?” the question left your lips before you even processed what you were saying. Your cheeks turning red once again and you looked down to your lap “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…”
“No, it’s okay” she chuckled softly and grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently so you looked up “No, she’s not my girlfriend. We are best friends, and she helps me run the place when I’m not here”
You nodded but the curiosity was shinning on your eyes. She tilted her head, and waited for you to say something. You felt like she was letting you in, her soft eyes letting you know that you were safe and for some reason you believed it.
This stranger felt more safe than any other person in your life and you could blame the alcohol but tonight you were done with being your perfect self. She was letting you know it was okay to let go.
“And you come often?” you asked, her thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. You caught the second she tensed a little, but she cleared her throat and went back to her soft self.
“Not really. Not as much I would like” she confessed, sorrow painting her green eyes for a moment while she stared at the TV. She blinked away her feelings and looked at you once again “But tonight I needed some time for myself before…” she paused, her thoughts clouded her eyes for a brief moment until she cleared her throat “It doesn’t matter” she smiled at you and you squeezed her hand, feeling the urge of easing her mind “And you? You come often?”
You looked away and licked your lips, feeling nervous all of the sudden “Not really” you admitted shyly “My friends brought me here for my…” the words caught in your throat. As much as you felt safe with Wanda, you didn’t want her to know about your fake wedding “Well, it doesn’t matter as well” you said softly looking back at her.
She smiled and it was like the world stood still for a moment. Her hand left yours just to caress your cheek. You leaned into her touch “You know, I built this place so women like us could forget about the noise from our lives, be ourselves, be safe” she leaned closer and you closed your eyes “Whatever is troubling that pretty head of yours, I promise you it will be okay” she mutter, her breath reaching your face “Tonight, you are free from your demons”
You opened your eyes meeting hers that were dangerously closer, and for the first time you let your body take the wheel. You closed the gap and captured her lips with yours, and to your surprise she followed the kiss letting you mark the pace until she took over, her lips getting more hungry by the minute. Her tongue licking your lips, asking to let her in and even when you tried to fight her over dominance, you knew she was going to win.
Her hands grabbed your waist and she pulled you over her lap. You sat on her lap, your hips grinding softly against hers ripping a moan out of her lips. Her hands tangled with your hair and you broke the kiss and moved down her neck. She moaned, pulling your hair a little rougher.
“No marks” she breathed out.
Your licked her neck when her head tilted back, giving you more space. Your lips moved up to her chin, placing her soft kisses and then pecking her lips. You looked into each others eyes, her pupils blown out with pure lust. She grabbed your ass, pulling you closer and you moaned.
“I could be your mom, you know?” she murmured, her eyes searching for regret in yours. She caressed your cheek and you leaned to her touch.
“I don’t care how old are you” you breathed out “Do you?” she looked confused, tilting her head to the side “Care, I mean. Do you care?” your hands rubbing the back of her neck.
“I should” she whispered. Her lips captured yours again “We just met” she said between kisses, her teeth biting your lower lip softly.
“I don’t care” you repeated holding back a moan “Tonight, we are free” you forced yourself to look at her and her eyes shone with approval.
Hungry kisses took over. Your hands pulled her closer and her hands traveled to the zip of your dress. You bit her lower lip and she moaned, grabbing your hair and pulling it back to break the kiss. She pulled down the straps of your dress and she moaned when she noticed you weren’t using a bra.
Her mouth caught your right breast while her hand pinched your other nipple ripping out a loud moan. Her hand traveled to your throat and squeezed a little and you ground your hips against hers again.
“Get up” she commanded and you followed. She stayed in her place, leaning back to the couch “Take it off” you cheeks blushed and your dress reached the floor around your ankles and stepping away from your heels, leaving you only on your panties. Her eyes roamed your body, and she moaned when she caught the wet spot in your laced panties. “To the bed. Now” her voice was more firm and you rushed to the bed, sitting on the edge and shivering at the coldness of the sheets.
She took off her own dress and you moaned at the sight of her body covered with a red laced underwear. She looked magnificent and you could feel getting wetter by the second.
Wanda walked slowly towards you. A hungry smile painted on her face and your body shivered with desire. She kneeled in front of you, her hands opening your legs and you gasped. Her fingers locked on your panties, pulling them down slowly. You squeezed your legs with shyness and she tks.
“None of that, pretty girl” she said pushing your legs open “Tonight you are mommy’s good girl, understood?” she looked up and you nodded, words stuck in your throat “Words, sweetie”
You gulped and squeezed your eyes shut trying to ease your mind. She waited patiently until you sighed in surrender, making amends with the fact that you were ready to submit yourself to her “Yes, mommy”
She smiled proudly “Look at me” you opened your eyes, meeting hers “Good girl. Now if you want to stop at any moment you will say so, understood?”
“Yes, mommy” your voice shaking with excitement. Feeling your pussy dripping.
“Good girl” she praised “Don’t look away or I will stop” you gulped once again and nodded.
Her lips kissed your inner thigh and you fought the need to close your eyes, watching her move closer to your glistening center. Her tongue flattened licking your slit and moaning at the taste.
“Such a delicious pussy” she murmured against your cunt.
The tip of her tongue played with your rosebud, soft moans leaving your lips while you watch her suck your clit. She went slow, taking her time to lick your slit like she had all the time in the world.
Green eyes met yours when she pushed her tongue inside and you moaned loudly. Your right hand traveling to your breast, pinching your nipple and your left hand keeping you steady. She hummed with approval. Her nails digging into your thighs and moving her tongue in a faster pace.
“Mommy, please” you bucked your hips but she hold you down firmly.
Wanda was eating you out like a starved woman, like this was the best pussy she ever had and maybe it was. The redhead felt her own pussy dripping while her tongue danced over your clit and her eyes were set on yours.
She had watched you through the cameras, you caught her attention the moment you walked in. Usually she would stay in the security room, commanding people through comms so everything went smoothly. But tonight, when you walked in, she knew she had to have you. Something about you ignited a fire inside of her and even when she couldn’t pin point what it was, she let her hunger take over.
Wanda waited for the perfect moment to reach out. And when your friend climbed the table, she had the perfect excuse to talk to you. You looked so innocent, so fragile and she wanted to break you down so she could put you back together. And you followed her, like a lost puppy longing a safe place. You both needed to numb your minds, and she was ready to take all the sorrow away even if it was just for one night.
She pushed her index finger inside your pussy, stretching you out and gaining a loud moan from you. Music to her ears. Her finger pumped in and out slowly while her mouth sucked your clit.
“Add another one, please” you begged biting your lower lip with pleading eyes. She smirked pushing another finger and watched you throw your head back.
She pinched your thigh making you look back at her. Your walls clenching around her fingers when she curled them inside. You stopped playing with your breast trying to hold yourself down and pulling the sheets. You were close and you both knew it. Wanda pumped faster, the tip of her tongue flicking over your rosebud.
“Mommy, I- I’m gonna cum” you begged.
Wanda hummed against your pussy, sending vibrations that made you rolled your eyes back in pure bliss. Your walls clenching around her fingers, and one of your hands managing to grab her head pulling her closer to your pussy.
A groan left your lips when she pulled out her fingers but soon they were replaced by her tongue, driving you to the edge. Your chest was going up and down with your pants. Your legs starting to close around her head while you pulled her hair tightly.
You closed your eyes when your body trembled, you squirted on her face bucking your hips up while her tongue rode your orgasm.
Your back collapsed on the bed. You were panting and your head felt floaty. She licked you cleaned making you shiver and soon her body was on top of you, her face full of your juices. She was smiling, cleaning her chin with the back of her hand just to lick it right after. You watched her with pure bliss in your eyes.
“You were perfect, malyshka” her lips captured yours, letting you taste yourself. Her tongue exploring once again your mouth and both of you moaning.
You moved up in the bed, resting your back on the headboard and watching her take off her underwear. Her body was perfect, your hands roamed it with desperation.
“So beautiful” you muttered squeezing her breast. Her skin was soft. Your thumb caressed her perky nipples and she moaned “You are so perfect” you leaned to suck her breast.
“Thank you, detka” she breathed out, looking down on you while you sucked her gently.
Your hands worshipping her body like she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. And she really was. You didn’t want this moment to end, you wanted to devote yourself to her and lock yourselves in that room.
Wanda’s hips settled over one of your thighs. Both of you moaning when her wet pussy touched your skin. Your hands grabbed her hips and then her ass urging her to grind down your thigh. And so she did.
Your lips traveled all over her chest, moaning along with her when she moved her hips with a faster pace. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to her. Yearning the feeling of become one with you.
You adjusted your thigh up to keep her steady and she humped faster. Wanda grabbed your chin tightly making you look at her and she leaned in to kiss you hungrily, moaning against your lips with desperation.
“Fuck, malysh, I’m about to cum” she grunted biting your lip. You moaned feeling her teeth sinking harsh on your lips and the taste of blood reaching your tongue “Such a perfect toy. Letting mommy use you for her own pleasure” her hand grabbed your throat, this time squeezing hard while grinding her hips faster.
She threw her head back, desperate moans leaving her lips. Her walls clenching around nothing and air leaving your lungs while she squeezed harder. You felt dizzy, your eyes clouded and your ears ringing with pleasure. Wanda arched her back and moaned out your name when she came.
Her hand softened around your neck and you coughed, trying to breathe desperately while she collapsed against you. You both were panting, her juices coating your thigh and you sneaked a finger between her legs making her tremble under your touch. You brought the finger to your mouth, moaning at the taste when her eyes locked with yours. You smiled sheepishly and she giggled.
“You liked it?” she rolled down to the bed and pulled you into her arms.
“Yes, mommy” you admitted, leaning into her embrace while she buried her nose in your hair.
After a few minutes, she got up and you whined missing her touch already. “Wait here, I will clean you up” she walked to the bathroom and returned with a cloth. Then she grabbed a bottle of water from the bar and climbed up the bed.
Wanda took her time, watching you squirm under her when the cloth touched your pussy. She cleaned your thigh and then opened the bottle urging you to take a sip. After cleaning herself up, she laid down beside you pulling you close to her.
A comfortable silence settled down, both breathing slowly while Wanda played with your hair and you closed your eyes trying to focus on the rhythm of her heart. Your mind went silent, for the first time in weeks your thoughts weren’t a mess and you didn’t feel like you were about to faint. It was like everything in the world was perfect, like Wanda had the power to shut down the noise in your head. Maybe she was right, tonight your demons were gone. And if you were honest, you didn’t want to leave that room anytime soon.
Parings: Dominatrix/Mistress!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: smut, BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, Wanda is called Mistress, reader is called pet, vibrator, punishment, orgasm, bondage, spanking, written in my notes app as usual.
Synopsis: Your best friend thinks you should let off some steam…at a dominatrix session.
Why Kate Bishop thought it was a good idea to get you a session with a Mistress? You surely don’t know but here you were, in front of a regular suburban house that you knew was anything but regular inside. Kate had insisted it was fun and arousing. But then again, Kate is way more sexually liberated than you are.
You took a deep breath as you stood at the door. You could turn around make a run for it, but that’d be a waste of your best friend’s money. So, you nervously knocked on the door, waiting. You heard heels clacking on the inside as they made their way up to the front door before it opened to reveal an older red headed woman. She was beautiful. Like, goddess level beautiful.
You were starstruck for a moment before clearing your throat, “Um, Mistress Wanda?” The older woman smiled and enjoyed your slight nervousness, “Yes, dear that is me. Why don’t you come inside?” She steps aside and lets you enter the house.
It looked pretty normal so far, but as she lead you deeper into it, the BDSM toys and furniture were more and more prevalent. Mistress Wanda sat you down at a small glass table as she sat across from you.
“Okay, so I’m assuming this is your first session?”
“Yes. My friend did this for me.”
“Oh, a very good friend. What’s your name?”
“Y/n.”
“Y/n,” she repeated, clicking her tongue, “what a pretty name. Okay, so, what are you looking to experience today?”
“Umm…I don’t know to be honest. I don’t know much about this whole…thing,” you waved your arms up motioning around the room.
“That’s perfectly fine, dear. Let’s start with a simple question. Are you more dominant or submissive?” You honestly didn’t know what that meant and she knew it. So, she decided to test it herself. Purposely dropping her pen on the floor saying, “Would you be a dear and get that for me?” You did as she said without thinking. And when you handed it back to her she purred, “Good girl.” Which made your cheeks red and panties damp which caused you to rub your thighs together. Mistress Wanda smirked, “I think I know the answer. Sit back down.”
Of course, you obeyed her. She slid a piece of paper across the table towards you, “Is there anything on here that you don’t want to participate in?”
The list had many different kinks listed, collaring, knife play, medical play, mdlg, pet play, degradation, impact play…so many things.
“Um, no extreme punishments…like spanking is fine but not too hard and…no knife play please for god’s sake…” you continued to list off the activities you were not interested in. Wanda nodded, carefully taking your every word into consideration.
“That’s perfectly fine with me, dear. Any nicknames you prefer to be called?”
“Um, not that I know of I guess I’m fine with anything.” Her green eyes darkened, “You’re making this very fun for me, pet. Now, let’s discuss a safe word. You use this word whenever you want the scene to stop, okay?”
You nodded.
The two of you agreed “Scarlet” would be the safe word. The redhead stood up and held her hand out to you, “Come on, pet.” You took her hand and followed her to a room that was essentially a large walk-in closet with tons of lingerie, collars, leashes, gags, heels even. “You can pick out what you want to wear during our scene okay? I’ll give you 5 minutes.” She closed the door.
5 minutes?! How were you supposed to find out what to wear in 5 minutes? You quickly scoured the room and decided to go basic with a black lace set and a black pleather collar with some black pumps. You changed into the attire and stared at yourself in the mirror. You hardly recognized yourself, the seductive fabric clinging to your body.
You were so entranced by your own reflection you didn’t notice Mistress Wanda until she creeped up behind you, moving your hair away from your neck, “Those are yours to keep, pet. Do you like them?”
“Yes, I do Wan-“ she slapped your thigh lightly, a correction, “How do you address me?”
You gulped, “S-sorry, Mistress.”
“Good girl. Come along, Mistress has some toys for you to play with.” You followed her to the playroom which was originally a second living room but she obviously converted it into her own BDSM dungeon. You noticed a plethora of objects. A Saint Andrew’s cross, a spanking bench, a rack full of whips and paddles, a sex swing, a drawer full of blindfolds, and a large luxurious bed.
“What would you like to play with first?” She husked into your ear.
“I- uh- I don’t know…”
“Aww, my pet is a little nervous for her first time. That’s okay, Mistress will decide for you. Hmm…” she surveyed the room before saying, “let’s play a game, shall we? Go lay down on the bed.” Her voice was soft but commanding, leaving no room for arguments. Not that you necessarily wanted to argue with her. Though you were curious what would happen if you’d argued with her. However, you obediently climbed onto the bed and rested your back against the silk, red, sheets. Mistress Wanda opened a couple drawers before walking towards you. She looked absolutely stunning in the tight black dress, her long red hair flowing down her back, a few pieces resting in front of her shoulders.
“Arms.” She said, and you lifted your arms, letting her handcuff you to the bed. “Spread your legs, pet.” Obeying her orders came so naturally, it almost scared you.
The older woman held up a Hitatchi wand. Your eyes widened slightly, and your pussy dropped in arousal. “I want to see how long you can hold your orgasm. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum. But do not cum before I tell you to. Understand?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Good girl.” She sat beside you on her knees and turned the toy on. She let it hover over your clothed clit before letting it make contact. You jolted at the sudden sensation, whimpering.
“Aww, sweet little pet. Is this too much for you?” You nodded and she upped the speed. It was both pleasurable and overwhelming, you screwed your eyes shut.
“Ah,ah, look at me.” Mistress Wanda lightly slapped your cheek causing you to immediately open your eyes. The torture went on for far too long, and you felt your orgasm approaching.
“Don’t cum yet.” The older woman’s voice was stern. But you couldn’t help it, the sights, sounds, feelings, all became too much as you came inside of your panties. You’d hope she didn’t notice, but she definitely did. Turning off the vibrator, she tossed it aside looking at you with a stern expression.
“Did you cum without permission, pet?” Your stupid ass shook your head.
“Really? If I inspect you, you won’t be soaked in cum?”
You sighed and decided to give up, “S-sorry Mistress…I lied…” god, this was so embarrassing and so arousing at the same time.
“Mm, what was that?” She asked unable to hide her amusement at your stuttering.
“I- I lied.” You responded, swallowing nothing since your mouth has gone dry.
“Tsk, tsk, naughty girl. Come on,” she unbound you from the bed before gripping your arm, pulling you towards the spanking bench. She forcefully bent you over, tying your arms to the piece of furniture.
“Ten spanks and you will count all of them. Mess up and I will start all over again. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good girl.” She grabbed a wooden paddle and pulled your panties down to your ankles before smacking it against your flesh. “O-one…” you counted out loud.
Another.
“Two…”
And another…
“Three…”
After seven more spanks, your ass felt like it was on fire. The redhead smoothed her hand over your tender flesh before unbuckling your arms from the bench. “Such a good girl taking your punishment so well. Come on, you must be hungry.”
That wouldn’t be the last time you had a session with Mistress Wanda.
-She'd definitely already be aware you're up to something by the way you were acting this morning. Snappy remarks, pushing her, leaving things out on purpose.
-It was just a matter of waiting for her to cave and break you. Though she would not give in to your tactics so easily. She was playing the long game.
-Which is why she did not bat an eye when you were all over her seconds later. Begging for her to forgive you and touch you.
-Of course, who is she to deny you? Oh, she'd touch you alright. But not in the way you expected.
-She pulled you over her lap. "Oh honey... You're dripping for me, slut." She cooed, her fingers grazing your wetness.
-Just when she was finally about to reach your clit, she removed her fingers. You cried in protest, but she just smirked at how deprecate you were.
-Her hand roughly smacked your ass, you yelped in reponse. Trying to wiggle away from her cold hands. "Didn't think I'd let you off so easy huh? Mommy can't just have her girl being a brat and get away with it punishment-free, now can she?" Wanda spoke, her hand holding your face.
A/N- I wanted to try something different so I wrote it in Wanda’s POV. I hope y’all enjoy!!! Lmk if you’d like more stories in the love interest’s pov
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My husband has had his eye on you a month into your working for us. Obnoxiously prowling at your figure as if you were a mere piece of meat. And every shameless glance he tried to hide, I saw. What he lacked was the ability to calculate me having the same desires.
For almost a year Y/n was our personal assistant. Our intentions preoccupied by continuing to uphold our title as Best Selling Authors, we needed an extra set of hands around.
I don’t know where or when the lines blurred but the same competition our marriage held in our respective fields merged into our relationship with Y/n.
And even further down the line, my infatuation of you grew deeper till I despised the idea of Vision anywhere near you and was sickened by thought that you would ever be less than the siren that pulled me into your waters.
The idea of having a full life lived without you is how I put us in this position. You were mostly professional, but you never knew just how badly you were tearing apart this house. Not till I tore you from the possibility of being with anyone but me. And I was fine to risk it all. How could I not be with your perfectly pneumatic form calling out underneath me.
Your pretty little whining draws a feral groan from me. The thought of fucking my pretty pet how I want, claiming you for the rest of the night and ensuring you’ll never forget the feeling of having me inside of you.
You desperately calling my name, it being barely audible from how breathless you are draws me deeper into my possessive hold over you.
“Wanda-“
“Oh if you could see yourself right now, darling. I’ve been watching you for quite some time and this is definitely my favorite view.” I can tell how enthralled you are. Obsessed with the way I slowly stroke your sensitive walls. Grinding my hips to test just how you like to be fucked.
You couldn’t care less about what I say when I move one of my hands between our bodies. The sound of a pleasant and intentional buzzing not catching your ears till you feel the light vibrations on your clit.
“Oh god…fuck….” The sound of your thoughtless words while you throw your head back tells me no one has touched you the way I have now. Watching how good I can make you feel is surreal but a different way you react to me really catches my attention. I noticed the way your hips grind to the rhythm I’ve set every time I whisper to you. You don’t know just how observant I can be, so it’s only right to let you know.
“You don’t think I see the way his hand lingers a few seconds too long on your waist? Or the way he tries to touch you when there’s plenty of space to walk by? Or maybe even those low cut shirts that draw his eyes lower than they should be?”
A shaky “no” is released from you.
“I know you’re innocent my love. So oblivious to your own angelic appearance. Something as simple as jeans and a T-shirt pulls my eyes and unfortunately Vision’s too.
“Please Wanda…” Of course I hear your pleas, feel your legs tense, watch the tear fall from your eyes. It’s beautiful, and I’m glad it’s mine to appreciate.
“I know I should be the angry wife Y/n, but I’m not. I’m jealous of him, I always was…” I have you here, writhing and whining below me. There’s no where for you to escape while I voice my painful truth in this moment of intimate vulnerability. “
“No one should be able to touch you except me. The way Vision eye fucks you, imagining these beautiful curves and the way they’d feel under his finger tips.” I tell you the sins in his mind as I get to experience them myself. Tracing the length of your body. Touching the heat under my skin, soft and delicate, as I feel you pulling more of my weight onto you. Tensing and moaning when I pause deep in your core, reaching all the delicate spots you willingly allow me to discover.
“But you know what really gets under my skin, Y/n. If he did get to live out his fantasies, he’d actually be able to feel the way you clench so tight every time I pull my strap out, begging me to keep my cock buried in your velvety walls. He’d know just how greedy this wet pussy begs to be fucked by the way your legs keep me in place. Although I couldn’t imagine he’d have the stamina. Just for a moment he would be able to feel you more than I can.”
“I’d never-“
“I know, beautiful. I know.” Whatever worthless plea you had was cut off and bandaged with an apologetic kiss. The feeling of your lips against mine, hopelessly trying to keep up between your panting and crying, slowly made my insecurities melt away. Your taste overcoming me as I fade deeper into my desire to have everything you are.
My head pressed against yours after removing my lips from your own. Our breaths mingled from the close proximity. More meaningless words spewed like a whining puppy begging for more.
And you got your wish. Neither of us saw it coming. The sudden tension of your legs would later bruise my waist. Your hands pushing me away. And a higher pitched scream tearing from your throat as you finished with an overpowering gush from your core.
I was breathless, as you were, but for a different reason. You twitch with an incapable act to calm down. Oxygen running in and out of your lungs as a pleasurable tingling struck through your core, making you hyper aware of your over-sensitive clit.
I, myself, was in awe. I was proud of myself and mesmerized by the wetness that covered both our thighs and the previously clean sheets below.
“You…are..wow.” I was hypnotized as I reached forward slowly. Touching your abused and puffy core lightly, hushing you when you flinch away and whine.
I don’t know if I was escaping or coming closer to reality. Either way I didn’t care. My mind began to wander again, speaking to myself more than you. Whether if these words were grounding me or lifting me higher into the intoxication of your body, I could decide later.
“He’ll never see you like this.” I spoke mindlessly testing just how sensitive you were. Questioning how deep into vulnerability I buried us together.
“Tell me Y/n.” It was suppose to be an order but it almost sounded like a question from my own needy claim of you. I teased your hole. You were soaking and tighter than when I first pushed past your entrance. Using my fingers to feel your swollen walls squeeze me even in your now relaxed state. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“I’m yours Wanda. Please. Please, I’m yours.” Relief consumes me with the belief of your words. It’s different…hearing the prayer of your need for me as if to ground you from the overwhelming sensation.
I inch closer so you can hold me as if I’m a God made only to be with you. Contemplating what you deserve and I’d never deny you, let alone myself, the opportunity for you to cum with my strap teasing your dripping center. I replace my fingers with the thickness of my strap once again, causing you to hiss in return.
“Please Wanda, no more…I can’t.” Your breathless lungs tell me one thing but the dramatic stinging on my back speaks a louder volume. I crave to watch you cum once again, just as bad as you crave to feel the fullness of my cock inside on you.
“Just one more, beautiful. I promise.” I beg you, not knowing if I could stop even if you really want me to. And when my hips slowly meet yours you nod in agreement.
I guide my hips to yours slowly, completely aware of how responsive you are. Keeping my pace slow and intentional knowing if I go any faster it would hurt you instead.
“You’re perfect, Y/n.” This time I turned the vibrator up a level and the sound caught your attention. All of your senses were hyper aware but your body was too spent to stop me from committing to the act. Sure a small protest left your lips but you didn’t know you wanted it until you realized you needed it.
“Wanda…wait, I can’t.”
“It’s okay baby. Just one more time for me.” I whisper. And that was all it took. A string of praises and moans that came from deep within you rang out. You couldn’t decide whether to curse my name over and over or to sing it like a muse made to deliver you to heaven. The sound was glorious, but the sight between your legs was ethereal.
Whatever deep possessive hold you have over me was intensified when I saw your body squirt below me. One final orgasm drawn from you brings us both a shattering pleasure to the mind and body.
“He’ll never see you like this.” I practically growl. “Wetting our sheets, corrupting my love. You’re mine, Y/n. And I’m yours.” Staking my claim on you and abandoning everything I vowed to another. Because no one will ever look at you or touch you the way I have tonight. No one will love you or please you the way I will. And no one will get in the way of me having you in every and any possible way.
"Oh, come on, sweetheart." Wanda's voice is low and syrupy sweet in your ear as she holds you against the wall. "You didn't think I'd just let you get away with that, did you?"
You swallow, shaking your head. You weren’t counting on her to, anyway.
Back at the restaurant, you’d teased Wanda relentlessly, touching her at any opportunity and smirking at her when she’d glared at you. You could almost feel the anger coming off of her in waves.
The moment you’d arrived at home, she’d slammed you against the wall, pinning you in place with a hand around your neck.
Good. That was the goal, after all.
“Use your words,” Wanda demands. Her free hand moves up to fist in your hair, tugging hard.
“No, mommy,” you whimper. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t going to make up for your behavior tonight, princess,” she says, her hand tightening just a little around your neck. “I think you deserve a punishment. Don’t you?”
She lets go, and you gasp, “Yes, mommy.”
Wanda pulls away abruptly, her eyes cold. She sits at the edge of the bed, patting her lap and raising an eyebrow expectantly. She doesn’t need to tell you what to do as you walk over and obediently fold yourself over her lap, burying your face in the mattress.
She tugs your pants and panties down, and the next thing you feel is her hands on your ass, cool against your burning skin.
“Breathe,” Wanda says, and that’s all the warning you get before she delivers a stinging slap to your skin.
You yelp, more out of surprise than pain, your entire body tensing. At the next slap, the pain flares up so quickly that you jerk forward in her lap, and Wanda wraps an arm around your waist to keep you in place.
“Remember, baby, you brought this on yourself.” Wanda’s hand comes down again, harder than the last, and you whimper, your fingers clenching in the sheets. “You just had to go and be a slut tonight, didn’t you?”
Her strokes are harder now, and you don’t even realize that you’ve begun crying until the tears slip down your cheeks.
“Don’t worry,” Wanda coos, delivering a final stroke that makes you groan into the mattress, “mommy’s here to keep you in check.”
Her touch softens, and she gently strokes her fingers along your skin before dipping between your legs. “You’re so wet, baby. Need mommy to take care of you?”
“Please, mommy,” you whine softly, your hips canting back into her hand.
Wanda slides her fingers through your folds before pressing two fingers into you. You moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as she introduces a steady pace. You buck into her touch, whining when she curls her fingers.
“So pretty for me,” Wanda says, pressing a thumb to your clit. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
That’s all it takes before you come with a choked off moan, your body trembling as she fucks you through it.
“How did that feel?” she asks quietly, extracting her fingers and stroking your hair with her free hand.
“Really good.” You hum, sitting up and hissing when your sensitive skin comes in contact with the material of her jeans.
She frowns and helps you to your feet. “Let’s get some cream on that, okay?”
Lukis can i just say i love and appreciate your writing so much it makes my day every time i see you post new stuff even if its just a little drabble and ugh top wanda🤤🤤🤤 immediate sexual frustration at her words like FUCK. YES. WANDA. TAKE ME NOW. Imagine the second the movie ends you just start grinding again and wanda lets you ride her for being so good before taking you to the bedroom but now its your turn to reward her for being so forward with what she wanted🤤🤤🤤
omg yessss
the SECOND those credits open you whine as loudly and pathetically as you can, wiggling in her grasp and hoping she’ll give you some release. first she flips you around so she can see your pretty little face, and as she nods her head once you think yeah!! i get to get fucked now!! but instead she just lays back with her hands behind her head, watching you do aaaaallll the work to make yourself come.
when you do you’re in this intense post-sex haze and she carries you back to the bedroom thinking all is well & over. but as soon as you can feel ur limbs you’re crawling under the sheets to give her celebratory head
Innocent!bunny!reader x mommy!wanda brainrot incoming…
When your heat comes around, it’s like hell. You are constantly trying to get friction from, well, everything.
Though mommy doesn’t let you get yourself off. But what if she’s not home? You really don’t know what to do when mommy isn’t home, you want to follow the rules but this rut is getting out of hand. Maybe you’ll hump that stuffy she won for you at Coney Island last year…only for a little bit. You don’t think she’d notice a thing.
But she does, when she comes home and finds both your pink lace panties and your stuffy to be wet. Of course she’ll put a gag in your mouth and bend you over her knee, spanking you how many times she sees fit.
She’ll keep the gag in your mouth and then fasten the leash to your collar, making you stay by her side every second of however long she wants to punish you. Maybe, just maybe, she’ll have you on your knees on the kitchen floor as she cooks while simultaneously controlling the vibrator tucked inside your pussy, edging you and making you whimper and drip all over the floor. She’ll say,
“Oh, what a mess! Bunny had a little accident didn’t she? It’s okay, mommy’s here to clean it up.”
