it’s late in the compound. wanda comes home after a long day of exhausting missions. she’s frustrated, and in need of something to let out her energy and anger on. she does it with you, but with such tenderness.
ʚ・ tags and warnings — mommy!wanda x fem!reader :
mostly smut, slight fluff, stress relief, wanda slightly angry, soft wanda, dirty talk, overstimulation, light choking, wanda called mommy, reader called dove, angel, princess, some aftercare
ʚ・ author’s note — first fic on here. please enjoy, feedback appreciated. i’m quite interested in doing a lot more fluffy/angsty stuff… lmkk !!
your hips buck, twitching erratically. your fingers dig into your sheets in a desperate attempt to anchor. you press your knuckles to your lips, letting sound die before it could even slip past you. your legs tremble from exhaustion, from pure pleasure.
her head bobs between your thighs in a delicious rhythm. a forgotten movie murmured in the background, dialogue and static blurring the edges of everything else. swallowing anything—any whimper, any moan that might escape.
it was late. far past lights out at the compound.
she wasn’t supposed to be here.
not between your legs—not again.
“wanda,” you gasp as she catches one of your slick folds between her lips and sucks. her thumb presses against your clit, rubbing furious circles and only heightening your pleasure.
her rough fingers dug into your thighs, holding you in place. “shh, dove. i told you to stay quiet.” she mouths against your bare heat. “mommy’s had a very long day.” her voice is low, almost impatient. like she’s trying to suppress the urge to force you down and take you until you’re screaming.
because her movements aren’t gentle—not like they usually are. they’re fueled by some intense heat. you remember is her coming home: eyes focused and low. blood staining her knuckles, from her mission earlier. she didn’t say much about it, didn’t even let herself think much before she was pinning you to the wall.
“breathe, honey. relax for me. let me use this pretty pussy, hm? you taste… heavenly, baby. so sweet for me.” she coos, licking from the base of your most sensitive area to the nub.
“now, quiet. you don’t want a punishment.”
you clench and tighten around an unbearable absence, trying with everything you had to hold back even the smallest wince.
your jaw locks in an effort. tight. but it’s still not enough. she plunges her tongue inside of you: suddenly. it’s overwhelming, in the best way, and so unfair. a scream—louder than any other of the pathetic noises from before—tears through you.
when you look down, eyes wide, please already breaking into a whisper, you see it. her expression isn’t tender anymore. its anger. frustration that had built up throughout the day. and god, she would use you to forget it all.
she’s moving before your head even stops spinning.
her hand trails up your skin until it catches your throat. wrapping around it, so sweetly. her thumb brushes against your pulse. not tight enough to struggle; not ever. but just enough for you to be conscious of every breath you take.
“mommy—” you try. “no, baby. no ‘mommy.’ what did i tell you, hm?” she interrupts. her grip on your throat loosens enough for you to comfortably reply.
your eyes avoid hers, shoulders sinking from sheer embarrassment. she tilts up your chin and you respond, “… to be quiet.”
“that’s right. and you disobeyed.”
yet, the smallest curve still tugs at her lips. “look at that pretty face. flushes even at the smallest correction.” she chuckles, then sighs deeply.
“let me see those eyes baby. look at me.” she hums. and you do, immediately. as your eyes lock on hers, you feel the tips of her two fingers glide across your pussy. your already wet folds peel apart at the smallest movement and she smirks, slowly pressing into your warmth.
your face contorts into one of bliss as her fingers curl into your slit. you buck your hips at the feeling, and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.
“you’re going to keep those eyes on me as i fuck you. and you’re not going to look away until i say you’re allowed to.” she whispers.
two fingers plunge into your tightness. you gasp as she curls them inside of you. “mmh, princess… look at this beautiful pussy.” she sighs.
“you don’t know how badly i’ve been needing to see you ruined again.”
her lips latch onto your neck. her kisses are hot, open-mouthed, and all teeth. her arm suddenly jolts out, scarlet threads curling around her fingers, drawing something out. the drawer of the nightstand beside you flies open, and a strap floats to her hand.
a deep red dildo, thick, and bigger than what she usually used on you. your breath come out a little heavier at the thought of it stretching you out.
she slide the harness on, securing it around her waist. one hand slid under your thigh, holding it up and pinning it in place. the other braced herself beside your head.
you barely had time to think before she was pushing into you. your breath hitched, fingers holding onto the bedsheets beneath you. wanda moaned slowly, “that’s right, detka. clench around me.”
small whimpers escape you. your hands find her, wrapping around her neck. your nails dig into her spine, leaving delicate indents. “fuck—fuck, too much. god, you’re—stretching me…”
“too much?” she asks, already slowing down. you only yelp at that. “no—no. i need more. just, just don’t stop.” you exhale.
her hips start up again, rolling into you and letting you feel every bit of it. she grinds the base of it inside you. every little whisper, every thrust, and every breath brings you closer to your edge.
she notices. of course she does.
the way your breath hitches.
the way you hold on tighter, clenching.
the way you moan—higher pitched than before.
“give it to me. come on,” she moves faster. you feel her chasing her own release.
her arms wrap fully around your waist, firmly holding you. allowing you to go limp, to simply be held. she’s thrusting into you faster now, groaning in your ear. mumbling curses, half in english and half in sokovian. her accent so heavy she can hardly even understand herself.
“god. you’re so fucking tight,” she grunts. her head falls onto your shoulder, hips roughly fucking into your pussy.
you feel tears collect in the corner of your eyes. it isn’t uncomfortable—not even in the slightest. it’s all you could ever dream of. it’s overstimulation, in the best way you could’ve ever imagined.
her forehead presses against yours. red wisps flicker, and she reads you. every thought, every craving you have right now. watching, protecting, as always.
she knows just how much you want this.
it empowers her to moves faster, kissing your cheek in a way that still manages to make your stomach flutter.
“that’s my girl. so perfect for me. letting me use this sweet pussy,” she whispers. her hips grind.
your climax hits in waves, the first stronger than the rest. stars fog your vision, body twitching under her. you dig your nails into her back, and she only responds by holding you tighter, fucking you through your orgasm.
“that’s right… my pretty girl… doing so good for me.”
you pant heavily, sweat beading down your forehead. her movements are slower now, but somehow feel so much more intense. you’re so much more sensitive now.
she’s riding you through it, and prolonging your release.
she hits her own climax just like that.
knowing you’re taken care of.
seeing the way you whimper for her. under her.
her hips buck into you, her strap filling you. she moans in your ear, soft curses and praises.
“that’s my girl. my sweet little girl.” she pants, kissing the top of your head and slowly pulling out. you curl against her, comforted in her embrace.
the rest of the night is a blur.
her rough hands bringing a damp towel to your thighs, wiping away the stickiness and cleaning you off. handing you a glass of water, cuddling you when she was all done.
raking her fingers through your hair, whispering praises into your ear. telling you just how beautiful you looked, and how good you were.
“you did so good for me, baby. my perfect angel.” she whispers, pressing little pecks to your cheeks. your eyelids flutter shut, heavy from exhaustion. she smiles at that. “get some sleep, honey. i’ll be here in the morning.” she assures you.
and she holds you until you fall asleep.
still warm, still fluttery.
