Party
Pairing: Wanda x G!P NB reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: You are attending a party and see a beautiful woman, but there's no way she would ever be interested in you. Right?
Warnings: Smut, Drinking, and drunk smut
A/N: Hey y'all all sorry again for disappearing for so long. All of my fics will still be coming out at random intervals, but for the foreseeable future, they will be scenarios I daydream about meeting my girlfriend in. And guess what not proof read
Words: 3527
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All you wanted to do was get ready for bed early so you could bedrot and still go to bed at a good time. Even though it's the weekend, how are you supposed to have the maximum amount of time to rot your brain tomorrow if you don't wake up at a reasonable hour?
But of course, Natasha just had to go to this week's Stark party and would not relent when you tried to deny her invite. "Come on, it will be fun, I know you like to dress up. Pleeaassee."
You do like to dress up. Despite being a home body you know you clean up nicely, and it is pretty fun to see how sharp you can get yourself and how many longing stares you can attract.
"You've been working out more too so you know someone will come home with you, just saying."
Sold
Now its 7pm and your contemplating how many buttons to have open while factiming Natasha. "1 seems to closed, but 2 shows my tank top and I don't know if that's good or bad. Also, 1 hides my chain.."
"So obviously 2, I know you like to be modest and all, but I'm telling you girls will like 2."
"I suppose you're right."
You finish getting ready by putting in your small silver hoops and spraying your cologne before heading to Natasha's room. She wanted you to get ready there, but you know all too well that you need maximum alone time before going to this party if you want to stay for any real amount of time.
The party being in the same building as your room makes it all too easy to bail and the slightest amount of overstimulation.
You dont even knock on her door before Natasha opens it. "Wooow Y/N looking good looking good."
"Really? Is there anything you would change, be honest?"
"No, I think you really got it this time,e even your hair is looking pretty good."
She's right for some reason, recently your hair is a frizzy mess more often than not. It's most likely because you stopped putting in as much effort as before, but with your new schedule of waking up early and training, it's going to be a mess immediately anyway, so why bother?
You're a trainee for Shield, but you met Natasha when she was subbing for one of your teachers on a day she had nothing better to do. She thought you were pretty cool, so she spent extra time talking to you, and your friendship just blossomed from there.
"Are you ready yet It starts at 7, and it's 6:5,5 we're about to be lat.e"
Natasha just rolls her eyes at you. "Calm down its a party, they don't really start until an hour after they say. So when it says ,7 that actually means 8."
"Then why don't they say 8?"
"Because then everyone would come at 9."
"Why?"
"Because that's just how it is."
"But why is it that way?"
Natasha annoyingly elects to stop answering you. You are a punctual person, she tells you this hour after stuff all of the time, but it's just so annoying. Why say 7 if not 7? Why is it a culture to be late? There is no on time, only early or late, what do people not understand?
You decide to go into Natasha's room and take a quick nap before it is time to go. You have found that napping is the only way to keep yourself from stressing about the time.
Once it is time to go, Natasha actually wakes you up nicely for once. Over time, she has realized that abruptly waking you up, whilst temporarily funny, is not good for anyone unless they want you to be a snarky zombie for the next 1-2 hours.
You both head downstairs once you've had a few moments to come to your senses. You're armed with your earbuds and your over-ear headphones in Natasha's purse just in case your earbuds aren't cutting it.
Once you and Natasha make it into the room right at 8, of course, it isn't too packed, thank god.
You spot Bucky and Sam across the room and head over to them. You give Sam and Bucky some quick side hugs. You 4 had hung out a few times recently, slowly becoming a small friend group. Sam and Natasha head to get some drinks.
"I'm surprised you weren't here earlier. How in the world did Natasha talk you past 7:30?"
"She let me sleep in her bed. She had no choice unless she wanted to be here at 7."
"Well, you haven't missed much. I'm hearing a lot of 8:30's so you're still early in reference to most."
Natsha and Sam come back 10 minutes later, and you all stand around talking and laughing as the room fills up.
By the time you're 3 drinks deep, you're feeling loose enough to get your next drink yourself.
You head up to the bar, waiting your turn to be served, when you look over and see the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen. Wanda. You had seen pictures in the news and stuff, but despite frequenting Natasha's room and therefore the Avengers floor, you had somehow never crossed paths with the witch.
You quickly realise you've been staring and tear your eyes away from her. All you can think about is her now. You want her to be burned into your memory so she's all you'll ever see again.
You can help but sneak another glance, quickly looking over. You try to keep it short, but you also need your eyes to have time to focus on every part of her.
She's sitting with her back to the bar, talking to Carol, joking about god knows what. Shes wearing a simple black dress with a slit down the leg and heels. She's enjoying the conversation, but you know you could make her laugh more.
You turn your gaze back to the bartender in time to give him your order.
By the time you make it back to your friends, they are talking about something new, but you don't care; you're just thinking about her.
After 5 or 10 you have no idea minutes have passed your friends need more drinks. Natasha is about to go but you quickly volunteer.
"I'll go!" You say a little to quickly
Natasha looks at you confused "You just go a drink you've barely touched yet?"
Shoot, you were so deep in that you hadn't even tasted your drink yet, but you want another chance to see Wanda. So you do what you gotta do and throw your drink back in 2 big gulps and snatch your friends' empty cups before they can question you any further.
When you make it back to the bar, you look over, surprised to see that Wanda is now sitting alone. This time, you choose to stand a little closer to her, granted you're still 3 or 4 seats away, it is technically closer than before, so you call it progress.
The bartender is taking his time to make his way over to you but you arent complaining since this gives you all the time in the world to admire Wandas side profile as she scrolls on her phone. She seems quite uninterested in the party.
You could show her something that she would be quite interested in. Just as you think that Wanda's lips quirk into a slight smile.
You wonder what she's looking at. Nothing could be as fulfilling as looking at her. Her smile grows wider, but she seems to be trying to fight it. Weird.
The bartender comes over and you give him the order for all 4 of you, but when he walks away and you look back to continue staring at the beautiful Wanda, she's gone.
You look around, but you don't see where she went, deflating your shoulders a little, but when you look back toward the bar, you see auburn hair out of the corner of your eye.
Snapping your head towards it shes sitting right next to you, back on her phone, but she looks up at your sudden movement.
"Oh, I'm sorry, was someone sitting here? The vent was blowing on me over there,e and it was making me cold," she says, looking up at you through her eyelashes.
Fuck. Up close, she's even more beautiful, not a single imperfection on her flawless skin.
Her cheeks grow red, and you realize you haven't answered.
"Oh, um, no, sorry I just uh..." you ramble like an idiot trying to make an excuse for whipping your head around.
"Are you sure? I can move if you're here with someone, really, it's no problem."
"NO! I mean uh, no, sorry, no, I'm not really here with anyone, just my friend."
Wanda smiles softly, looking amused at your ramblings. "Oh really, whose your friend?"
"Uh, Natasha, she made me come."
"Made you?"
"Yeah, I normally just chill on the weekends, but she convinced me, I guess."
"And how did she convince you?"
'Women'
"Oh, you know, just saying I'll have fun and whatnot, you know the usual."
"Really, that's all it took? That seems pretty broad to me."
The look in her eyes seems like she knows something, but what would she know?
The bartender comes over with your drinks, and considering how hard you're bombing, you take that as your cue to exit.
"Well, I need to bring these to my friends, so if you'll excuse me."
Wanda smiles as you try to start balancing all 4 drinks in 4 different types of glasses. 'Damn them and their differing tastes this was easier when they were empty'
"Why don't I help you with one of those?" Wanda suggests, and before you can answer, she's picked up a drink. Your drink.
You don't protest as youd rather accept her help than embarrass yourself by spilling.
When you make it back to your group, you turn to take you drink back only to see a breathtaking sight.
Wanda is taking a long sip of your drink, making eye contact with you through her eyelashes over the rim of your glass. All you can do is stand there, hand half outstretched, mouth agape.
She finished her sip, putting your drink into your open hand while licking her lips. All you can do is close your hand and stare at her lips
"That's pretty good, maybe I should get one for my next drink."
Your mouth is dry as you try to come up with a response, but Natasha beats you to it.
"Oh hey Wanda, what are you doing over here?"
"Hey, Nat, I was just helping your friend... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." She says, turning her attention back to you, placing a distracting hand on your bicep, which you swear she gives a squeeze, still pretty much in your same position.
"Uh, Y Y/N" You stutter out.
Natasha gives you a knowing smirk before looking back at Wanda.
"Well, that was very kind of you, thank you so much, Wanda," Natasha exclaimed a little too nicely.
Wanda stood around talking to your group for a little bit hand never leaving your arm.
As you watched her talk to your friends, your mind began to wander, especially as your 4th drink started hitting. All you could think about was wanting to kiss, which progressed into touching Wanda, which then progressed into tasting Wanda. With that, though, Wanda choked on her words, a little bit confusing you. Nothing out of the ordinary had been said in their conversation, at least out of what you heard.
Then, all of a sudden, a very vivid scene played in your mind. You're standing in a room you'd never seen before, holding Wanda upside down, tasting her and teasing her as she takes your full length into her mouth. The scene was so clear you swore you could feel it.
Just as fast as the vision came, it went. When your eyes refocused on Wanda, her face and chest were flush. She turned to you before coming close and whispering in your ear, "I need another drink, would you like to come with me?" before looking up at you, making direct eye contact.
You just nod, and her hand slips into yours, pulling you quickly towards the bar, but before you make it there, she pulls you towards the door. You're confused, but you don't care enough to resist as long as she keeps her hand in yours.
"Where are we going?" You ask even though you don't really care you feel you should at least pretend.
"My room," Wanda says quickly before pressing the button for the elevator.
"Your room? What's in your room?" you ask. confused.
Would you like to go to her room? Yes.
Do you think she would randomly take you up to her room for the reason you would prefer? Hell no.
"I'll be there, is that enough reason?" She asks, seeming impatient as you both step onto the elevator.
You nod your head side to side, "I suppose," you say, racking your brain to try and figure out what the hell is going on.
When the doors open, Wanda pulls you out of the elevator so fast you could have gotten whiplash.
She pushes you into the 3rd door on the right before quickly closing the door behind her.
You've seen this room. This is the room from that... Dream? You saw. Wanda steps in front of you, looking up at you with is that.. lust in her eyes? No way.
"Wanda, what is-" you begin to ask before she cuts you off, reaching her hands to the side of your face, tilting your head to meet her eyes. "Your thoughts are very loud, возлюбленный (sweetheart)"
You're confused for a second until. Fuck. How could you forget "The mindreader" What the fuck how do you forget that.
You're about to start profusely apologizing, but before you can, she pulls your head farther down so your lips are hovering over hers.
Staring at your lips, she asks, "Do you want to act on them?" looking back up into your eyes.
Fuck.
You lean in to meet her lips and lift her up as she wraps her legs around your waist her dress raising in the process. The kiss is fast and sloppy. Just the way you like it.
She's smiling, and she pulls herself tighter to you, grabbing a fistful of your hair.
You reach up to put a hand to her jaw as you lay her on the bed, never breaking the kiss. You try to savor the moment, not wanting to rush too much, but she has other plans. She reaches a hand down to grab your pants and pull your hips to grind into her center.
You let out a groan as you give in and start rubbing yourself against her, giving her the friction she desires.
Quickly, however, this begins to not be enough for the witch as her hand moves over to your belt buckle as she tries to open it. She gets impatient and her failed one-handed attempts, and her eyes flash red as your pants literally fly off of you, leaving you in only your boxers.
Surprised and half confused, you pull away for a second, but she's not having it as she pulls you back to her and flips you both over so she's on top of you.
She grinds her hips up and down your full length, her dress now high enough that you can feel her warmth through her thin panties. She moves her kisses down your jaw and to your neck. All you can do is grip her hips and tilt your head to give her better access.
She lifts the bottom of your shirt and starts kissing down your torso before sitting up. At the loss of contact, you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking at her in a confused daze.
"Take it off," she demands, and you quickly throw your shirt over your head. You look back at her as she stares at your torso, admiring you.
You begin to grow uncomfortable with the scrutiny. Seeming to sense it, she leans back in to kiss you. She moves your hands to the bottom of her shirt, wrapping your fingers around the bottom of her dress. "Take it off," she whispers against your lips. You nod quickly, gathering the bottom of her dress and lifting it over her head.
Oh shit. She's not wearing a bra. You've been trying to contain yourself, but it is proving somehow harder than you expected.
She grabs your wrists to move your calloused hands and places them on her hips, slowly moving them up her curvy sides until you reach her breasts, where she places her hands over yours to squeeze and knead her.
You don't need to be told twice. You take to massaging her on your own, sitting up to kiss her. She allows you one kiss before pushing you back and placing her hands on your shoulders to support herself as she resumes grinding down on your now fully hardened member, eyes closing.
If she doesn't stop soon, you're going to finish before her. You can't have that.
You move one hand to her side and one to her face before flipping you both back over.
She looks angry for a second, but you begin an almost attack on her neck as you begin grinding against her warmth again.
Her eyes close as one of your hands slides down her side towards the waistband of her underwear. You slide your fingers just ever so slightly underneath and run them slowly across back and forth.
You move your mouth up to her ear before whispering, "Do you want me to touch you, Wanda?" And you pull back to look into her eyes.
She nods quickly and grabs the back of your head to pull you into another searing kiss.
You slowly slide your fingers down until you reach her warm center and groan as you feel how wet she is. You slide your fingers up and down from her entrance to circle her clitoris and back.
She moans loudly into your mouth at the sensation.
You move your kisses back to her neck and then down to her hardened nipples as you slide your fingers into her.
At this, she digs her nails into your back while arching off the bed, moaning loudly. It doesn't take long before she's wiggling and writhing, but just before she finishes, you'd gently pull your fingers out.
She whines at the loss, sitting up. "Why'd you store? Please don't stop."
You smile, moving up to kiss her. "Don't you want to play out your little show from earlier?" you whisper.
You place a hand on the back of her head, pulling her up onto her knees while you stand up, still kissing her. You then bend to grab her waist and, in one motion, lift her up and flip her over legs over your shoulders pussy against your face.
She lets out a small yelp, which quickly turns into a moan as you dig in. She wastes no time before fumbling to get your boxers off, 8" of you slapping her in the face.
She moves to taste you moaning as she does.
Her mouth plus the vibrations of her moans make you rethink if you'll stay stable enough to hold her, but you know you must power through.
You both continue your acts on each other like your lives depended on it.
You knew it wasn't long before you would climax, whether you liked it or not, but you just hoped you were good enough for her to be in the same situation.
You soon became confident that your hopes were true as her thighs began to squeeze your head like she was trying to crush a watermelon.
As you felt yourself getting closer, you couldn't help but begin thrusting into her mouth, though trying to keep it gentle, you could only control yourself so much.
With a little more moaning and groaning from both of you, you knew you would break soon. Just when you thought you couldn't hold it anymore, you heard a loud moan from Wanda and felt her reach to massage your balls, forcing you to climax with her.
You tried your best to stay upright somehow successfully before walking over to lay her on the bed. You move on top of her and move lower to clean her up with your mouth. She whines at the stimulation, and you rub a gentle hand over her stomach before moving to get up.
Once you're standing and about to gather your things, you hear a disgruntled sound come from the sleepy witch before you're lifted up and placed under the covers beside her.
You aren't complaining, and you're crazy tired, so you scoot closer and she rolls to lie her head on your chest.
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A/N: Sorry its short and probably not as well written as some of my other works I have to written in forever and also haven't been reading as often
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