South of the border with Wanda x reader, please
hello uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mild smut warning? kinda? ok there’s a lot of hints of smut here but then it fluffplodes, just let me suffer in peace... 18+ only, sorry if this is not what you wanted anon but ffs why am i like this-
South of the Border
I love her hips, curves, lips say the words
"Te amo, mami, ah, te amo, mami"
I kiss her, this love is like a dream
Wanda dressed to cover things she didn’t want anyone to see, using any other part of her body as a distraction. Every day was different, depending on how her brain decided to treat her. You got to see every part of her, every outfit after you got together designed with only one purpose- to make you go crazy and lose your mind.
The first time she wore her Scarlet Witch outfit, you dragged her into your room and kissed every part of her you could get to. Maybe she’d be a little late, but you’d have to make it up to her later.
You always held her close, running your hands down her sides to make her squirm. The team always thought it was her fingers that held magic, but for Wanda, it was all you. You knew how to work her up, work her down, touch her in a way she never thought possible.
She loved the way you wrapped your hair into a bun, knowing all she had to do was pull the hair tie a little and your hair would tumble out into curls, something to hold onto while you kissed her. She only wanted to be close, to feel it all how you did, to experience every touch.
It was euphoric kissing someone who knew every move you made before you did, but still relished every touch. You loved it when she wore jeans, the rare occasion letting you see the curves without you having to tear her clothes to shreds.
When she got caught up in you, your touch being too much for her to breathe through, she’d dig her fingers into your skin and mumble in various languages she didn’t even know.
All your training across the world and numerous organisations gave you many talents, several of them popular with those who knew you well. These talents were popular with your exes, but the only person out of all your relationships to enjoy them to the fullest extent was Wanda.
You knew how to work things, where secret paths to delight led, how to blow a girl’s back out without even touching her. Most of all, you knew how to love a girl with every fibre of your being, even when she didn’t love herself.
Every girl was different in the best way, you had to learn them like the back of your hand to make sure they got what they needed. Wanda loved cooking, something that meant history and family, something you could do together. The first time she let you cook beside her, you fell in love with her.
Her hands moved so easily through every step, a second nature with less than no effort, and yet she always put everything into it. The only thing she loved more than baking was you, never able to figure out your mysteries, or why you loved her for something so simple.
You didn’t know yourself, in the middle before you knew it had begun. The whole time you knew Wanda, she’d loved you right back, but she never told you why. It had been a mystery to you in every relationship, what it was that made them love you back. If just one of them could pinpoint a reason, a time, anything that let you know why, you could rest.
It wasn’t a competition, you just wanted to know why of all people to love, they chose you. You could list a billion reasons why you loved them, but the only response anyone could ever give you was that they just did.
Perhaps they didn’t know themselves, but your desire to know led you to drain secrets from them, until the only one left was you. Information seemed so easy to obtain for Wanda, all she had to do was slip into someone’s mind, but she couldn’t do it to herself.
You asked her why, once, while you held her against your chest and ran her fingers through her hair. Sleepy from your previous activities, a light sweat glistened on her forehead as she mumbled to you.
‘I love how you love me, how you lose yourself in loving me.’
She slept on your chest as you held her, wanting nothing more than to prove her right. Her fingers glowed red as she slept, magic wisps twirling their way to your mind as you started drifting off.
You could only think of her, and how you loved her. She loved how you held her so softly after making her work so hard to please you both, how you would sit with her in the kitchen while she cooked all day, even if you didn’t get to eat any of it. You saw these only as you loving her, unable to think of her loving you for the same reasons.
Your skin prickled at her touch, arms falling to hold your waist. She usually clutched her pillow in such a way, crushing it between her arms to have something to hold. Now, it was only you there, and you saw it. Wanda just needed you there, she didn’t care what for, just holding you was enough.
You wouldn’t let her go the way you let the others, thinking yourself unworthy. It was only for selfish reasons you stayed with them, but for Wanda it was for you both. Her cooking and her skin, her curves and her smile, her language and her mouth, everything she was was yours.
Her hand slipped down to your ass, squeezing it softly to let you know she was still just awake, digging around in your mind to see parts of your mind only she was allowed to. It was so easy to just lay there, have her close, in your arms where you could protect her.
‘Te amo,’ Wanda mumbled, purring the words over and over again in as many languages as she could reach in your mind. She was a dream come true, and she was all yours.
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