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Shameless - Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The book club forces Wanda to go to a bookstore in downtown Westview, where she meets you. Or the one where Wanda tries a new hobby and finds a reason to end her marriage.

Warnings: (+16), some dirty implications but nothing explicit, mentions of make-out, no cheating (but intent), strangers to lovers, milf-horny wanda, compulsory heterosexuality and mentions of homophobia, an attempt at the 80s scene, some angst but a happy ending. | Words: 7.525k

A/N-> I don’t know where this came from.

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The book club had been Agatha's idea.

A harmless little pastime is how she would describe it during the weekly community meeting. Some short and simple speech about how modern housewives needed distractions while their husbands were at work and the kids were at school, anything that would please the ears of the preacher and the town council enough for the men to ignore the remnants of card games or bottles of alcohol that appeared whenever Agatha organized any “ladies' meetings” - as she liked to describe it.

Wanda and almost all the other women were happy to participate - and that is, almost all of them since Dorothy had not joined anything Agatha was involved in for two years now, ever since the blonde refused to visit the nightclub that was inaugurated downtown, commenting that it was not a suitable place for family ladies, and in Wanda's opinion, missing out on one of the most fun evenings she had ever had.

This time, Agatha's new invention was weekly meetings of a book club, which for the older woman, was the perfect excuse to get away from her husband Ralph and his strong odor of cheap beer and their grumpy son who apparently didn't know how to take glasses to the sink. Two hours a week to stay off chores and focus on her friends, and as a bonus, to read and discuss the literature she would have had access to if higher education was something women were encouraged to earn.

Wanda was one of the few in the quiet Westview who had a degree - It had been a shared dream of her and her mother Natalya, who wished to see both her children off to college and it was a fortunate thing that it happened before her sad passing. The most unfair thing about that was that despite her mother's wishes for Wanda’s independence, once Natalya was gone, all that Erik did was encourage her to leave college and look for a husband, the last of which Wanda eventually gave in to in her senior year. Jarvis Vision Stark was a couple of years older than her and was completing his degree in Engineering, and to almost everyone in her class, that had to be true love. He was a good-looking young man, with a good family and education, and he seemed so in love with her. With that in mind, Wanda tried to love Vision with the same intensity that he said he did, but with the passing of the years, and the arrival of the children, the fantasy dissolved into a boring routine and conformism.

Despite those issues, her twins, Billy and Tommy, were her most precious treasure. And they were also the only thing keeping her marriage on track, Wanda dared to think.

Getting a divorce, in the traditional Christian-Jewish community of Westview, would be a scandal under any circumstances. Sometimes, when she ventured to imagine being someone with this kind of courage, Wanda could only imagine the look of disappointment on her father's face when he heard the news, and the thought was soon shoved away like dirty clothes in the washing machine.

At least Wanda had Agatha. Her long-time, trusting friend, with whom she could share torments like this, and complain about slack-jawed, obstinate husbands.

And there was also now the book club.

Westview only had one library close to home, and well, Agatha had been clear in her instructions. No cheap or religious literature, she warned with a cigarette between her lips, gesturing with one hand when one of the girls asked about what the first meeting would be like.

"Bring something interesting." Agatha suddenly gave a little smile, the same kind when she managed to bring a bottle of liquor hidden away for the Saturday church service. "Scandalous, if you dare."

They all sighed in surprise, complicit for the whole thing. Some began to whisper among themselves, but Wanda knew what she would have to do. There was nothing of the sort in Westview, so she would have to leave the residential neighborhood.

She woke up on Tuesday, dropped the kids off at school, and made breakfast. for Vision, who didn't even bother to say thank you, not happy to hear that Wanda was going out, but courteous enough to offer her a ride, which she declined almost immediately. She had the distinct impression that it was a way of being monitored, and she couldn't bear to deal with it when she was already so nervous.

Taking the bus downtown, she went straight to the new commercial village of Westview. She caught a glimpse of some neighbors, who worked in the local shops but didn't say hello to any of them.

She walked until she found a bookstore, a small, old building with carts full of books at the door and advertisements that, although scattered and colorful, were easy to understand. It was a very cozy place, which made Wanda smile for a quick fantasy about having tried to work with books after her graduation if she hadn't been pregnant at the time.

A bell rang when she entered, but no one greeted her for the first few minutes she was inside. It gave her just enough time to go to one of the nearest bookshelves and run her fingers through the rows of books, a smile playing on her lips.

"Didn't you hear the door, Pchelka (little bee)?" A voice caught her attention, and Wanda turned, trying to see between the shelves. At a glance, short, red hair attracted her eye, and she blinked to find the face of a very pretty woman offering her a gentle smile. "One minute, sweetheart. We'll be right with you."

Wanda opened her mouth to say she wasn't in a hurry, sympathetic to the number of books the redhead was carrying, but in the next second, the woman disappeared between the columns and she didn’t have a chance to say anything at all.

The bookstore remained empty and silent for another half minute, but once Wanda made mention of turning her attention back to the books behind her, a ladder opened from the ceiling, and out of it jumped a figure in an apron, and out of instinct, Wanda hopped away.

"So sorry for the scare, Miss." You apologized with a soft chuckle at the scene, closing the attic in a single motion and running your hands through your hair and shoulders in an effort to blow off some of the dust. "We are reviewing the inventory. How can I be of assistance?"

Her breath caught in her throat at the image of your gentle and playful smile. She felt so foolish. In all her 32 years, when was the last time she had been tongue-tied, if ever?

You raised one of your eyebrows, and repeated the question, bringing a new color to her cheeks. Wanda broke into a clumsy giggle at the same second.

"Sorry, you caught me by surprise." She managed to cover it up, adjusting a lock of her hair and then moving her hands to smooth her clothes, suddenly unsure what to do with herself. "I’m…looking for a book."

You cracked another smile, finding the scene quite amusing. This older, breathtaking woman, all shy and adorable around you. "Well, we have lots of those." You teased, and Wanda felt her stomach do a complete turn at the sound of your raspy giggle. Maybe she was getting sick. Yeah, that would explain her body’s out-of-control reactions. "What are you looking for, or perhaps a name...?"

"Wanda." She interrupts, and you frown in confusion. Taking a deep breath, she holds out her hand. "I am Wanda Maximoff."

Despite the strangeness of the moment and the fact that she didn't understand that you wanted the name of the book and not hers, you smiled warmly and repeated the gesture. Wanda has never hated work gloves as she does now, a curiosity burning to know what your skin would feel like on hers, the thought bringing such a strong color to her ears that she needs to look away immediately, barely catching the name that you mention next.

She clears her throat, and adds: "I'm actually joining a book club and the only guidance we had was to bring something interesting." And she risks looking you in the eye to add. "Scandalous."

You find it funny, even adorable if you could put it that way. Maybe it's because of the color of her face when she says it. Or maybe it's because these college students - Wanda judges you to be one for your apparent age - are more modern than she would have been and don't bother with this sort of subject.

"Hm, I think I can help with that." You retort with a thoughtful expression, beckoning for Wanda to follow you deeper into the store and she does so only after taking a deep breath.

The columns of poetry make her bite her lip in curiosity, some of the names Wanda recognizes from her own years as a student, but it is only when you are in the last aisle with the little gold plaque labeled "Sapphic Literature" that Wanda thinks she has stopped breathing.

You do everything very calmly. Climbing up one of the stairs, and taking some time to read the titles, you take a small book from one of the higher shelves and walk back to Wanda, whose face is almost Natasha's hair color now.

With a smile, you hold out the book, but don't let go, holding the item as she does.

"There's nothing more scandalous than this for a small town like Westview." You say. "But if it's too much, Miss Maximoff, I can always suggest something different. You know, like stuff about the first war or Russian philosophy..."

"N-no, this is fine." She interrupts you, grabbing the book strongly and pulling it close to her chest. You don't know if she's trying to hide it or keep it from fleeing, but it makes you chuckle. "Thanks for the help."

"No problem." You reply, studying that face for a moment. Wanda swallows dry but holds your gaze. You clear your throat as soon as you realize you're staring. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

She almost sighs, her knees going weak at just the line her thoughts take. Shaking her head, she offers you a small smile. "No, that will be all." She says and practically runs off to the edge of the store, back to the cashier.

The redheaded woman is taking care of the payment now, and Wanda doesn't notice the look you exchange with her because she's too busy sensing your presence coming behind her.

"Excuse me, Miss Maximoff, let me wrap this up for you." Your whisper near her ear makes her shudder from head to toe, and it is fortunate that you grab the book from her as Wanda is sure she would have dropped it on the floor.

You walking away is the only reason Wanda's legs stop shaking.

"Good choice, ma'am." Commented the attendant as soon as you put the book on the counter to be scanned. Wanda noticed the small badge spelled out in silver letters "Natasha" stuck to her apron. "We are also fond of sapphic literature around here." She added with a complicit smile. Wanda didn't understand why it seemed like a code for something, she was too distracted by the movements of your hands storing the book in a pretty bag. She remembers forcing a smile, paying with trembling fingers and practically running out of the bookstore, feeling your gaze burning into her back.

The bell made another noise on the way out, and with the bookstore empty, Natasha's laughter filled the air.

"How do you always find our people?" Questioned the other impressed, but you laughed short, shrugging.

"I won't deny that I have this ability, but in this case, how can you say? You saw her for like, three seconds."

Natasha shook her head, checking the cashier. "Oh, please, she was eye-fucking you this whole three seconds.” Declared the redhead, ignoring your protest at her choice of words. "Besides, it's kind of obvious by her not freaking out over sapphic poetry, isn't it?"

You sigh, somewhat disbelieving. "I don't know, people are more friendly nowadays." You try, but Natasha gestures away as if she doesn't agree.

"Your problem is that you're too naive, Parker." Retorted the redhead with an amused expression. "Women like me, experienced not old, are not so friendly. We come from different times, different generations. You couldn't go around reading gay literature anywhere, hardly found any to be fair. If she wasn't like us, she would have caused a scene at the mere suggestion."

"Alright, Romanoff, I believe you." You grumbled begrudgingly while grabbing one of the last boxes to be checked off the desk. "But that doesn't mean she was interested in me." You stated, but Nat snorted incredulously.

"I bet you five bucks she'll be back next week!" Retorted the redhead, but you only chuckled, letting her increase the bet as the distance grew.

-&-

A tense silence grew with every second in the crowded room.

Wanda sat there, almost not breathing until she finally realized what she had just done. Read. The room began to spin next. She gripped the pages hard enough to wreck the book in her lap, but just as panic was about to overwhelm her, someone sighed loudly.

"Well, that was definitely scandalous." It was Monica, and the good humor of the comment made the room explode into little giggles.

The girls began commenting among themselves excitedly in the same second, some still somewhat hesitant and embarrassed, but definitely thrilled about the whole thing. Wanda felt a gentle hand on the back of her back, through the exposed part of the plastic chair.

"Just breathe, Wanda, everything's fine." It was Agatha, who was still sitting next to her. Who didn't hate her for reading a passage from Emily Dickinson in the middle of the book club, who was still her best friend. Wanda only managed to mumble a weak, whiny yes, and Agatha looked at her with concern before announcing to the entire room that they would take a break before the next reading. Wanda doesn't remember getting up, but she didn't breathe normally again until on the outside balcony of the Harkness Residence. "Here, honey."

The glass of water helped, and Wanda had just returned it to Agatha when the window door opened again. It was Monica, with an almost proud smile, who spoke only after sliding the glass door closed again.

"I have to say, Wanda, you have guts." Her friend joked, and Wanda grimaced.

"What...?"

"I didn't know there were more of us in Westview, Aggie. You could have told me." Monica complained to the older woman, giving Agatha's arm a gentle pat. But the woman just smiled awkwardly, looking at Wanda as if she were seeing her for the first time.

"She never mentioned it, I'm afraid." Agatha commented, and Wanda felt like she might throw up at any moment. "Hey, breathe honey. It's okay, all right? You're safe with us."

But Wanda put a hand over her chest, feeling it tighten. "My god, what I just did... They will tell my husband... my father will hear about it-"

"Hey, Wanda, here. Focus on me, darling, breathe." Agatha grabbed her hands, trying to help her control the panic and tears that began to roll down her face. "Honey, it was just a poem. Nothing is going to happen, okay, you just brought what I asked for, and none of them minded. Nothing has changed, now breathe. You're safe, Wanda."

“Of course, I would ruin the book club.” was the first thought she had hours later when she woke up before the time to pick the boys up from soccer. She didn't have to do it though - Agatha left a little note saying that she had taken care of everything and wished her rest.

Monica drove her home so that Agatha could close the meeting without raising any more suspicions about Maximoff's state, who had had a panic attack because of a poem read aloud. If the other neighbors knew, it would create chatter, and Wanda simply couldn't handle that.

Monica left her safe and sound in her house, wrapped in blankets, and didn't mind staying until Wanda cried herself to sleep. And Wanda woke up alone, feeling worse than before as if a very embarrassing secret had been revealed to the world and was mocking her outside the bedroom walls.

But her children were back in no time, and as they rushed to the shower, she went to thank a very concerned Agatha Harkness.

"Are you feeling better, sweetheart?" Asked her friend gently holding her arm. Wanda didn't meet her eyes, nodding.

"Thank you for dropping the boys off." Murmured her quietly, swallowing before adding. "And for earlier. I didn't mean to bring any trouble."

Agatha gripped her with more determination. "Listen here, Wanda, it was no trouble at all, okay?" Assured the woman, who although in a serious tone, still had very gentle eyes. "You are my best friend, Wanda Maximoff. Nothing will ever change the care and love I feel for you. When you're ready to talk about today, about this part of you, I'll be here. And Monica too. You are not alone, honey. You never have been." There was a different complicity in the last sentence, but Wanda only sighed in relief, nodding and finally relaxing when Agatha hugged her.

She thanked her again between silent tears and Agatha only left when she was sure Wanda believed her words.

-&-

It took Wanda three weeks to return to the store. Not that you were counting, or thinking every day about the middle-aged woman who had a gay panic attack with your poor attempt at service. Not that Natasha didn't shut up about it.

And as luck would have it, you were alone in the store because your boss, who you also called a friend, was out picking up some orders and her sister at the University of New York, and well, it had been a slow day until the doorbell rang in the early afternoon and it was Wanda.

"You again." That was the first you managed to say, almost sighing and hating how affected it sounded. Luckily, Wanda seemed equally happy and relieved to see you again.

"Hello." She greeted, repeating last week's gesture of adjusting a lock of her hair. She looked different from before, more elegant, with a dark jeans jacket expensive enough to have come out of a magazine, and a dress underneath that made you swallow dry.

You had no idea how long she spent in front of the mirror trying to choose the right outfit with two neighbors weighing her choices.

Trying to play it cool and sound as casual as possible, you add: "Wanda Maximoff from the book club, right? Did they like the poems?"

She hesitated in a nervous smile, looking around as if to check if there were no other customers and satisfied with the distant presence of a boy in the Vinyl's Discs area and a lady further down the hall, as she practically whispered, "You were right. It was scandalous enough for Westview." She teased, managing to get a short laugh out of you that made her stomach do flips and her cheeks turn a rosy hue. It was decided, she wanted to hear the sound again and would do anything to be the one to make you laugh.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that." You retort with a little smile. "I hope you enjoyed the book too, though." Your addiction makes Wanda's heart skip a beat. So you cared if she was the person who enjoyed the reading, it wasn't all about a professional suggestion on how to make an impact on the book club as she presumed. Well, Agatha was right.

Risking, probably everything, Wanda commented: "Oh, I definitely loved the reading. I had a good time imagining the scenarios she described." Despite the confidence in saying it, she was blushing, and the way she spoke as if a secret between the two of you and with your knowledge of how erotic Emily Dickinson's stories were, was the reason you knock over half the stack of books you were trying to organize onto the floor.

The noise attracted the attention of the other customers, but you forced a smile and gestured that everything was fine before you ducked down, quickly beginning to pick everything up while Wanda looked at you with a certain amusement, as if she had just confirmed a theory.

"Sorry. You caught me off guard." You mutter in embarrassment, and Wanda chuckles, ducking down as well. She helps you with the last of the fallen books, and in the gesture of returning them, your hands rub together and the whole world stops for a second. Just long enough for you to look at her, and then to step away at once, clearing your throat. Wanda does the same, and before you have a chance to say anything, the record customer interrupts you.

It has to be the most annoying sale you've ever made. He stalls you for long minutes, and all you can do is watch out of the corner of your eye as Wanda slips further into the back of the bookstore, and you lose sight of her. To make matters worse, when the man finally leaves, familiar vehicle parks in the back of the store, and less than five minutes later, two figures with heavy boxes appear.

Yelena has gotten a haircut, and you have a moment of shock to deal with that. The next, she is making a terrible impression on the other customer in the store, the cookbook lady, who immediately grimaces as soon as your friend practically jumps on you. Whether it's the display of affection or Yelena's tattoos and rebellious posture, the woman leaves the store muttering lowly.

You pay no attention to this, grinning as you match Yelena's hug before she lets go of you.

"сука, next time you lock up the semester, at least stop at the dorm to smoke with us!" Complained your friend as she leaned on the counter where she had left her magazine supply box. Natasha dropped hers with a tired grunt, and once the books were secured, she gave a warning slap on the feet that Yelena threatened to put on a shelf.

"There won't be a next time." Natasha answers for you. "She's giving up for good."

Yelena lets out an exclamation, but you grimace. "That hasn't been decided, Romanoff." You defend yourself. "I just needed more time. I think I'll just switch vocations. Again."

Natasha giggled, but Yelena patted you on the shoulder. "Hey, don't look so down. I also think about quitting Fashion every week, and every week I remind myself that no one is as talented as Yelena Belova and the world must not be deprived of my masterpieces." The comment makes you and Natasha laugh and roll your eyes.

The redhead pushes her sister by the shoulders away from the counter. "You said you came here to work, not get in Parker's way. Find something to do-"

"Oh, sure, I'll get us some coffee." Yelena interrupts, letting go of her sister's hands. She points a finger at you. "Cappucino or-"

"Sorry." Wanda's interruption makes the three of you look at her at once. She is intimidated, but only for a split second. Forcing a smile, she raises the book she holds at face height. "I was hoping to take this one."

You take an awkward step forward, and it is enough for Yelena to acquire an expression as if she just has won the lottery. Busy taking care of Wanda's purchase, you don't even notice the sisters' exchange of glances.

As you wrap up the book, you try to disguise the trembling in your hands.

"I couldn't really thank you for the recommendation." Wanda speaks suddenly. You smile awkwardly, holding out the bag with the book on the counter.

"It was no trouble at all, Wanda." But she extends her hand over yours, and your heart stops.

"I really appreciated it, sweetheart." That's what Wanda says, stroking your skin with her thumb. "We have meetings every week, and maybe, you could join us in the next…"

You opened your mouth like a fish, babbling like a fool and completely in shock at the invitation of the most beautiful woman you have ever seen in your life. “I-I…”

"Would love to, of course." Yelena elbowed you so hard that you pulled your hand away from Wanda’s to massage the spot. She offered her worst-intention smile to Wanda, the kind she only used at college parties when she wanted guys who would never have a chance with her to buy her drinks. "She's a first-rate nerd, she'll love it, ma'am. I’m Yelena, by the way. My sister, Natasha, is the owner here. And since we’re talking about hanging out, did you know that we do friends' reunions around here? You're more than welcome to join us."

Wanda adjusts awkwardly, a little surprised. "Oh, what kind of reunion?"

Yelena sighs thoughtfully, shrugging. "Well, I don't want to call it a college party, because even though we're all college students, it's not done on NYU grounds and is reserved for fewer people and the drinking is much better..."

Chuckling short, and adjusting the bag on her wrist, Wanda denies it with her head. "It's a kind invitation, but I think I'm too old for such things."

"What nonsense!" Yelena retorts gesturing indignantly. “ "With all due respect, such a beautiful woman will completely enhance the party. And well, my sister always attends with her friends, and you must be the same age..." You bite the inside of your cheek hard, you love your friend but she is charming and beautiful and is clearly flirting with Wanda to annoy you. Wanda blushes, and Yelena knows she's won this one. Emerald eyes search yours, and you find that the one who might have won is actually you.

"Will you be there?" She asks, and having trouble hiding a smile, you nod. With a sigh, Wanda looks at the expectant blonde beside you. "I think I could show up for a little bit-"

"That's fantastic!" Yelena gets excited, not even waiting for Wanda to confirm before she ducks down on the counter and finds one of the invitations to these parties that Natasha hides near the cashier.

You barely had a chance to say goodbye to Wanda, with Yelena and her party directions, but at least you had confirmation that the woman would be there for the last weekend of the month, the typical date when those meetings were organized. And the realization had you sliding to the floor behind the counter with one hand on your chest.

"My god I think I'm having an anxiety attack-"

"No, that's a gay outburst triggered by a hot milf." Yelena cut in with a roll of her eyes, crossing her arms as she approached you again. "You gonna have to put it together, 'cause we need to pick out what you're going to wear next week, on your hot date with her.”

You're as red as a tomato. "It's not a date! It's a book club!"

Natasha - who hadn't said anything about the interaction until now - burst out laughing, and teased "Hm, that's what young people are calling it these days."

"You two are terrible." You complained embarrassed, shaking your head in disbelief at the giggling sisters. "We don't even know if she's interested."

Natasha chuckled. "Of course she is. Sapphic poetry the first week, and now she comes back just to stroke your hand. Yes, Parker, everyone saw that. If that's not interest, I don't know what else to call it."

Sighing in defeat at the sisters' complicit gaze, you stood up again. "Let me get back to work." You grumbled, but still, Yelena followed you with thousands of ideas about what you could wear.

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Book club sessions allow you to get to know Wanda better. And inevitably fall in love with her as you never had with anyone else, at least not at that intensity.

Unfortunately, a meeting full of middle-aged women with a certain willingness to gossip about any subject, especially the unusual friendship of the young college student from downtown with one of the most respectable ladies in the neighborhood put practically a watch on your back. All your moments with Wanda, stolen touches and long glances between snacks and reading verses for the next few weeks came burdened with the worry, especially for her, that the rest of the world could see all too well what was going on between you two.

And there was also the great frustration that in fact, nothing was actually happening. Aside from the undeniable attraction and warm affection you developed for each other, you were just book club buddies. You couldn't even call Wanda a friend, in fact, you wouldn't want to. All you knew about her family was Agatha or Monica telling you, the other was limited to any other subject but this one.

Pretending not to know or just accepting that Wanda had a life beyond the safety of your afternoons together hurt all the same.

Your only hope of progress for what was happening came at the end of the month, with the arrival of the reunion date between your friends. It was the most intimate event Wanda could attend and you had a feeling there would be no going back for whatever might happen that night.

The Thunderbolts was what the group of friends you and Yelena were part of called themselves since the beginning of college. And unlike Peter and Kate, or even the freshmen, America and Kamala, who were all set on what profession they would follow after graduation, you had already dropped three courses in total. Starting out in medical school as your parents would have liked, switching to applied biology with Peter until you tried computer science with America, you finally dropped out to work with books with Natasha. It was the closest thing to happiness, even if it meant lousy pay.

But ignoring this, what was certain about you and the Thunderbolts was that you guys knew how to throw a decent party.

The loud music didn't escape much from the top floor of the store because two years ago Natasha had gotten glassware with sound isolation for the rehearsals of the Red Skulls - her ex-girlfriend Carol Danvers' rock band - that kept neighbors from calling the police.

The drinking was taken care of by Natasha's friends, and well, it was always good stuff. There was also plenty of food and lots of weed, grown naturally in T'Challa's private greenhouses.

It was a college party, there was no denying it, but still, you went up to the roof, waiting for a woman twice your age who had a wedding ring mark on her finger.

Wanda almost didn't show up, and when she did, she was accompanied by a very beautiful woman.

Natasha also had a thing for older women and was half drunk, a dangerous combination. Since Wanda was your flirt, the Romanoff wasted no time in approaching the other one, who introduced herself as Agatha Harkness and was more than happy to accompany the redhead on her tour of the studio apartment that made up the second and third floors of the bookstore.

You were trying to remain calm and mannerly around Wanda, but it was almost impossible not to become a mess when she was absurdly gorgeous in her half-open social shirt, smelling fucking good from yards away.

As the night wore on and you both struggled to stay included in conversations with other people you knew - from Steve and his military school stories to Kate and her hilarious jokes - you began to wonder whether you were getting drunk on beer or on Wanda's perfume in your senses.

Fleeing back to the roof in the hopes of getting some air, you were about to consider leaving the party when Wanda found you again.

"I lost you for a second down there." She commented as she approached, hugging her body to the cold night around you. Your natural instinct would be to take off your jacket, but it suddenly seemed too intimate.

"Now you've found me." You returned with a small smile, glancing at her when she got close enough, only to find that she was already looking at you.

Swallowing dryly, you grew shy about her intense gaze and shifted to the hands she was smoothing on the ledge beside you. Wanda just stood there, close enough to touch until she leaned in a little to whisper.

"Did I do something to upset you? You're hiding from me."

Closing your eyes for a moment, you sighed before risking a look at her. "Agatha told me about your marriage." You state sincerely, and Wanda swallows dryly. "I'm not stupid, and I'm no good with games either. There's a husband, so I just won’t get involved. I'll only get hurt-"

"I'm very attracted to you." Wanda cut in, also decreasing the distance between your faces. Your heart simply stops and your breath catches. If she kissed you now, you'd probably say thank you. With a sigh, Wanda brings a hand to the collar of your shirt, pushing you away gently as a warning to herself. "She didn't lie. Agatha. I have a family, children, and a husband."

It was like a bucket of cold water on your head. But Wanda didn't let you move, keeping her grip on your shirt, and this was probably the only thing holding your tears too.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since we met." She continues to confess as affected as you are, her green eyes desperate and hopeful. "I haven't felt this way in such a long time..."

But you choked, pulling away. "I don't want to be some game, Wanda. Some secret. And I hate to share-"

"Oh, darling we're so alike." She interrupted a short, possessive chuckle, grabbing your wrist and putting your arm around her before you could move further. The attraction was almost liquid over your limbs, pulling you towards her and you gasped, pressing your face into her collarbone before you lost control for good and take her for yourself in this roof, damn the consequences. "I thought your friend Yelena was more. My skin itched at the thought of her touching you, I almost came back here and burned the entire bookstore." She confessed in your ear as she slipped her arm around your shoulders to hug you. The intense embrace increased your heart rate, and it didn't help that Wanda was playing with the lobe of your ear between her teeth.

"Stop saying things like that or I just might..."

"What? Tell me what you’ll do with me." Wanda challenges equally affected and you lose it, digging your teeth into her collarbone and sucking hard. She whimpers, knees buckling as her hips thrust up towards yours, but all you do is force her back against the edge, your firm hands on her waist keeping her from gridding herself on you as she wants to.

"I could fuck you right here, Wanda. Send you home smelling of dirty sex." You assure her darkly, your hands playing dangerously on the limits of her blouse. All Wanda does is groan rusky in your ear, wishing you would do as you say. “I bet you’ve waiting for me to.”

The smug phrase almost takes her sanity completely: Wanda grunts needily, trying to grab your wrist and force your hand between her legs, but you pull away hard, leaving her a slack mess trying to balance on wobbly legs with the help of the wall.

"I won’t be your mistress, Wanda Maximoff." You warn hoarsely, yet determined. You adjust your messy hair. "Sorry, but this little game of ours ends tonight."

Wanda hesitates, biting her lip. You hold up your hands, to point at the ring finger, reminding her of her condition and in a way, mocking her as well. Wanda hates the way she feels herself throb between her legs because of your smirk.

She thinks she would have gone after you if Agatha hadn't appeared on the roof, reminding her with a certain irony that it was time for “respectable ladies” to go home.

In the car, her friend noticed her quiet, sulky posture.

"Did that girl say anything to spoil your evening, dear?" Harkness asked in a mixture of curiosity and concern, and all Wanda could do was let out a wry laugh, one hand adjusting her hair.

"No, Aggie." Wanda retorted sincerely. "I'm more sure than before about what I told you last week."

Agatha hummed in understanding, remaining silent for a long moment of thought. As she passed a sign toward the residential neighborhood of Westview, she spoke:

"I know a lawyer. Miss Walters. Divorce specialist." She began, ignoring the tense posture the other had acquired. “Former family friend, who always said that if I called, she would give me a special discount. Ralph owns the house, so splitting from him would have meant goodbye to Westview, and well, he never bothered me enough to lose you."

Wanda's eyes widen as she understands what her friend is saying, and she stares at her with tears in her eyes. But Agatha smiles through the mirror reflection, shrugging.

"Nicholas may be a difficult boy, but he also deserved to have a mother around." She continues. "And we have fun, you and me and the girls, don't we darling?"

Wanda agrees tearfully, nodding. Agatha chuckles, making the last turn and the landscape becomes several little houses alike.

"Just make a decision while you have time, dear." She continues a bit more hurriedly, stealing glances at the houses that still have lights on. "That beautiful woman today, Natasha, reminded me of a youth I sacrificed. I am old, Wanda. Affairs are fun, but I no longer have time to start a life with someone I really care about. You do, and you don't even have to. You have a chance to be with someone you really feel passionate about, if only for a week."

Agatha parked the car, and the porch light came on. Vision was waiting for her at the door, a half-stern expression due to the exit he didn't agree with - An unusual pastime for a family lady, they had discussed before she left.

With a sigh, she said goodbye to Agatha and got out of the car. Jennifer Walters' phone card was in her pants pocket.

It could take four to five weeks of staring at the bookstore doorbell to finally see the face you wanted to see enter that bookstore. You would be surprised enough that Wanda looked even more beautiful since the last time you saw her, and that this almost made you lose your balance on the ladder you had climbed to organize books on the top shelf.

This time Wanda would ask for a book in the law section, just for the entertainment of studying your reaction when, after demanding that you wait for her to find what she was looking for, she would press a book on divorce against your chest. Wanda would have just over five seconds for you to understand what she was getting at, before she was pressed into the shelf and grabbed by the thighs to be lifted into the air, your mouth glued to hers and her legs locked around you.

The messiest, hottest make-out session she never had as a teenager, but it would make her feel like one again. Hands determined and curious as your tongue ripped out sounds inappropriate for a bookstore, until the bell rang again, and you had to part in gasping breaths.

Wanda would grab your shirt collar before you could go to meet the customer in the lobby to ask you out on a date. On the first date, you could talk about her children, about how the joint custody was going to work out, and how much time you would have to get to know each other. On the second you could go out to eat, and on the third Wanda would feel your fingers on the back seat of the car on the drive home.

Wanda imagined all this on the way, twisting the lawyer's paper between her fingers.

"Welcome home, Wanda." Vision greeted her, giving her room to enter. Wanda forces a smile, as she removes her hand from her pocket to pass her arm around her spouse for what would probably be the last hug she would give him as his wife. “Did you have fun?”

“I did.”

-&-

It's your night shift.

Natasha has a habit of closing early on weekdays, with the exception of Fridays where she allows reading shifts for all the sleepless geeks, as she calls all the late readers who come to the bookstore after six in the evening.

The day has been quiet so far, and well, you've been too depressed for the past weeks since you decided to move on and get over Wanda Maximoff.

So of course when the bell rings and you lift your eyes from a superhero comic, it's her at the door.

A weary sigh escapes you at the almost apologetic expression of the woman fidgeting with her scarf, and without giving her some other reaction, you lower your eyes again.

"Good evening, Y/N." She greets politely, her voice hoarse.

Turning the page, as if actually reading the words crammed in front of you, you retort, " We're closing soon, so make it quick."

A smile plays on her lips at your response. "Well, I guess that'll be up to you." She retorts, and you frown in confusion, looking up only to watch Wanda turn the sign from open to closed, and lock the door.

You feel your face warm from the lust glint her eyes acquire, but you manage to raise an eyebrow.

"Don't tell me you came all this way to murder me."

She chuckles playfully, approaching at a slow pace while her hands work to remove her coat and leave it on top of one of the endless stacks of books in the reception area. "Is the place empty?"

You bite your lip as she puts on a show to remove her gloves, almost losing the train of thought. "Not really." You mumble, catching the other woman's brief disappointment and hesitation. Closing the comics in your lap to store them under the counter, you clear your throat. "There's an employee area behind this door." You let her know in a husky tone, and Wanda glances behind your shoulder for a moment before stepping around the counter.

You hold your breath at having her so close now, but she doesn't break the short distance between your faces, leaning in to touch the doorknob. You take a deep breath, and her free hand seeks yours in your lap.

She entwines your fingers together and it takes you a full moment to notice the ring missing in hers. Wanda smiles when she realizes you understand.

"I signed the papers this morning." She whispers it as a secret between you, stroking the back of your hand with her thumb and enjoying the way your skin feels warm. "I was going to write, to let you know, but I decided I wanted you to have me entirely."

You swallow dry, shuddering at the confession. "Oh, that's... nice to know." It's all you manage for the moment, surprised you can still hear her speak when your heart is so loud in your own ear drums. Wanda bites back a mischievous smile and opens the door.

"Come, you can show me how much you appreciate my fairness."

You feel your face burn and grunt in embarrassment. "You're so full of yourself." You mumble, not resisting the tug she gives to get you inside.

Barely inside when the door closes behind you, your back hits the wood and desperate hands tug your uniform jacket open. Wanda's gasping breaths mingle with yours as she kisses you roughly.

Her hands work at your belt, but you slow the frantic pace to something so intense and intimate that Wanda melts against you, a moment later green eyes staring up at you tearfully.

"I didn't lie." You begin to explain hoarsely. "There are three customers in the café. They'll notice if we... There's no rush, Wanda." You smile at her tenderly, your hands on her cheeks. "Have dinner with me tonight. You can walk me home."

Her eyes sparkle with happiness, and Wanda nods in agreement, kissing you as a promise. One she will never be ashamed to fulfill, doesn't matter if not even the law allows it.

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jemilyswhor3 · 11 months

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HELLO!!! so, I have been ia, and I won't be for long (hopefully). classes has been taking a toll on me, and I've been very busy, so the requests might come later than sooner😬 BUT don't stop requesting just cause

#sorry for the inactivity #inactive #comeback #taylor swift #eras tour #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximilf

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jemilyswhor3 · 1 year

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thinking about... wanting to suck on mommy wanda's nipples but being too shy, yet she understands and offers anyway. thinking about her seeing how soft and cute and adorable you look with your eyes closed, peaceful and head in the clouds with your mouth on her, looking so innocent. thinking about her spotting the wet spot on your panties, completely opposite that pretty little face. thinking about how she would need to touch you.

you were sitting on her lap on the couch-- after your dinner, after your first glass of wine, while the two of you watched a movie. well, wanda may be watching it, but you certainly are not, too busy getting distracted by her heartbeat against your ear. it was an all too painful reminder of the fact that her chest was so, so close to you, and it-- your eyes almost water.

mommy had been so soft today, all day, cooing at you with the most gentle voice, prodding you into your softest head space. she put you in the prettiest pink with your prettiest bows, and she's been spoiling you all day, calling you her baby, doting on you relentlessly. you just had such a good, good day, and you feel so loved and cared for, as well as soft and vulnerable and loose in her arms.

and you want her breasts in your mouth. really, really badly. but there's absolutely no way you're going to ask.

you (not so) subtly peek up at her, watching her eyes follow the characters on screen, the shift of her hand as it strokes your hair methodically. you decide to try and hint at what you want, so you squirm so that you're lying just a bit lower.

she looks down, "do you wanna lay different?"

you nod all shy, eyes downcast, and you don't see her eyebrows quirk in curiosity, your brain clearly occupied with desire of some sort. all of your movements are soft, subdued, and you're holding the throw blanket in front of you as you lightly push her leg so that it slides open, settling in between them with your head on her chest.

"awe, my sweet--mhm" she stops as you tuck your legs up and shift to the side so that you're curled up against her, head resting against her chest. "so good for me," she whispers.

you start to get needier, pulling at her shirt, and she finally gets the idea, "oh, honey, you just could've asked," she smooths your hair down and smiles so softly at you before lifting her shirt and settling back, reaching behind her to take off her bra.

she's beautiful, she always is, she's always breathtaking. "mommy," you whimper, immediately then sucking a nipple into your mouth, eyes fluttering shut at the soothing movement. you just felt so soft, so warm, this was the icing on top of your subspace cake. "mommy," you mumble again over a nipple, and she continues stroking your hair. she keeps steadily jerking her hips, neck snapping back without trying to as you obediently suck and curl into her.

you look so peaceful, so soft, so cute, lying there in her lap like that. and wanda was starting to feel wet, your lips around her nipple arousing her more than she expected. and the way you were so deliciously vulnerable after this long day of praise and sweetness and gentleness. you were already so fuzzy, so pliant for her.

you switch to the other nipple and wanda hisses, resolve crumbling as you shift in her lap and your slip slides up, exposing the very bottom of your panties. your eyes are shut, so you don't see her gaze locked onto your pussy, that growing wet spot betraying that innocent little gaze you had as you sucked her. of course her little baby would be wet.

she reaches her hand down, fiddling with the little pink bow on the front of your panties. the sudden touch makes you accidentally nip her, and she gasps above you. she wonders if you'll play innocent. "my good little girl, sucking mommy's nipples like a good baby. you're a good baby, aren't you?"

you whimper around her but nod softly, all too fuzzy to deny her a single thing.

"mhm hm, and can my little baby tell me if she's all sticky down there?" wanda asks the question and you freeze, feeling yourself get even wetter at the question.

you whimper, lips losing their grip for a moment as you tip your head onto her chest to gain your breath. you shake her head at her question, cheeks burning.

"hm, can you sit still so mommy can check, honey? i just need to make sure, bunny, don't worry." you nod, blushing out of your mind and head swimming with sheer arousal and embarrassment as she lifts your panties a few inches, not pushing them down but just peering in. you whimper at the mere humiliation and exposure.

she tsks, "honey, i think you might be wrong, you sure look awfully sticky. mommy needs to take a better look, okay?" you're so breathy as you try to gather yourself, practically moaning with every breath. she's pushed you so deeply somewhere, your whole body feels melty and alight and you just need her. and when she talks like this, so, so sweet, it legitimately makes your head spin.

she pulls your panties down your legs, achingly slow, and it feels so dirty the way she does it, peeling them off with purpose. you close your legs as the cool air hits you and you gasp.

wanda drags her fingers along your thighs, "can you spread your legs so mommy can see, my angel? mommy needs to know how to help." you inch your legs apart, every move sending jolts of pleasure down your spine that make everything unbearable.

when you're open for her, she awes, bringing her fingers right to you and dragging them through your pussy, stopping below your clit and repeating the motion. "look at my little girl, so sticky for mommy, huh?" you nod along with her weakly, and she's mocking the bob of your head, "do you want mommy to make that icky feeling go away, baby?" you nod again, and she smiles, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips.

wanda brings her middle finger to your clit, rubbing solid, warm circles onto your clit that have you dissolving into whimpers and moans. it's just a soft pressure on your clit, but it's enough, it's enough when you're so far gone, when you need your mommy desperately, when she's talking to you like that.

"my girl needed her mommy, didn't she? you're too sweet, baby, you didn't know you needed mommy here. it's okay, that's why you're lucky to have such a good mommy that knows when this pretty pussy needs to be touched, right? and mommy's the only one allowed to touch, right? right, that's my good girl."

she keeps touching you, never letting up, until you get so close, babbling incoherently and eyes fluttering as your hips jerked up into her. "mommy, need mommy," you're mumbling.

"mommy's got you, baby, momm'ys here," wanda is whispering in your ear as she languidly strokes your clit and brings you to the edge, "why don't you suck mommy's nipples again as she makes you let go, huh, baby?"

you nod with a whine, eyes unable to open, opening your mouth and blindly searching for her chest. she half laughs, half moans above you at your desperate, mindless bobbing head. she positions her nipple before you, and you latch on, sucking halfheartedly as your clit fluttered under her finger. you're so close you can taste it. "mo--" you start to mumble around her nipple but she shushes you.

"keep sucking, mommy knows her little girl needs it, don't you?" you nod and continue sucking, orgasm fading as you focused on your task.

the reprieve doesn't last long, though, and soon you're close once again, climbing the edge so fast. you unlatch, jerking your hips into your hand "oh!" all of a sudden, you're close, and you moan airily, wrapping your arms around your mommy and clinging on.

you look adorably helpless, clinging onto wanda like mad as she drives you to the edge with a single finger on your clit and your mind so far in sub space you could barely feel your toes. "let go for mommy, baby, mommy wants to see you make a mess and moan like a good little girl, can you do that for mommy, honey?"

you don't even nod, just come, arch your back into her hand and incessantly moan with every roll of your hips, stuttering on her name and tightening your arms around wanda's neck almost painfully.

"good girl, that was so, so good my love," wanda murmurs, pressing kisses into your hair and cheek and forehead as you came down.

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jemilyswhor3 · 1 year

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truth or dare

kinktober 2022 masterlist | monstober 2022 masterlist

stepsister!wanda maximoff x reader

18+ : mutual masturbation, fingering, stepcest

You were sitting on your bed with your legs stretched out in front of you and your back against the headboard, the TV was playing a movie that you weren’t fully paying attention to. You were bored, you had been most of the day with the house to yourself.

You’d heard Wanda come back from being with her friends not too long ago and now you could hear the humming of the shower. It distracted you to know that just on the other side of the wall she was beneath the water, hands rubbing soapy suds across her skin.

You knew you shouldn’t even begin to imagine such things but Wanda’s beauty had always captivated you. The way she made your breath hitch when she sat so close to you and held onto hugs for much too long made you think maybe it’s not quite so one sided.

“Hey, Y/N/N. Mind if I join?” She asked from the doorway, the front of her hair was damp and her cheeks plump and fresh. She came to sit right next to you when you nodded, coconut shampoo and the delicate scent of baby powder. Her bare arm brushed against yours and with a risk of a glance in her direction you caught sight of hardened nipples through the thin material of her t-shirt.

“So, what’re we watching?” She questioned, turning her head so you could feel her nose nudge your hair, her breath against your skin made the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention.

“I dunno, just a random movie. It’s a little boring.”

“How about something more fun then?” She grinned, moving to sit in front of you.

“Like what?”

“Truth or dare.”

“C’mon Wands, isn’t that a little juvenile? We’re 19 not 12.” You laughed and she shoved you teasingly with a pout.

“Don’t be so boring.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll start. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Oh and I’m the boring one?” You laughed. “Okay, what’s a secret you’ve never told anyone before?”

“I’ve got a lot of secrets.” She uttered with a lick of her lip and a gaze over your body you didn’t miss. “Maybe that I have a thing for fucking outside.”

“Wanda!” You chuckled. “You dirty girl.”

“There’s more where that came from, trust me.” She smirked. “Your turn, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to strip for me.”

“Wanda I-“

“C’mon, just down to your underwear it’ll be fine.” She returned, not letting her eyes leave your body when you climbed off the bed.

You pulled your shirt over your head apprehensively, feeling so exposed underneath her stare with her eyes intently looking over your body. You swallowed thickly when your fingers pushed at the waistband of your shorts, tugging the soft material down your legs with heated cheeks until you tossed them aside.

“Alright. I dare you to do the same.”

“I haven’t even picked dare.” She laughed as you sat in front of her again.

“I’m not sitting in my underwear alone so take it off.”

“Fine.” She giggled, pulling her shorts off her body and throwing them aside, her underwear was white and lacy and you’re sure you saw a wet patch forming on the material, you’re sure you’d have a matching one. When she pulled her shirt over her head you couldn’t take your eyes off her bare chest, breasts bouncing when they were set free from the tight fabric with nipples hardened and pert against the cool air.

“Like what you see?” She breathed with her voice holding a rasp you’d not had the pleasure of hearing before.

“I- um -Wanda I-“

“Truth or dare?” She interrupted you impatiently with a hand ghosting over your leg.

“Dare.”

“Touch yourself.”

“What? Wanda, I don’t think we should do this - our parents could be home any minute.”

“I know that you think about me. I think about you.” She muttered. “I think about you at night when I fuck myself with my fingers, I think about what it must be like to hear you when you cum. You think about me too, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.” You nodded shyly.

“You’re just a little whore aren’t you, hm?” She smirked. “So show me. Let me see how you fuck yourself.”

“I don’t know, Wands.”

“C’mon, I know you want to. I’ll do it too.” She answered, grabbing your wrist to guide your hand to your clothed cunt, she pushed your fingers past the waistband until they slid through your folds and she lustfully revelled in the sigh you let out when you pushed them inside yourself.

You watched her mirror your actions, pushing her visibly wet underwear to the side with her glistening slit on show to you as she stroked her fingers through the wetness. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the long, svelte fingers that rubbed over her clit as she bit her bottom lip.

“Go faster.” She breathed and she knew you’d be obedient, following her instructions with a faster pace of digits pushing into your pussy, curling inside of you while your thumb stroked over your hardened clit. “How good does it feel, baby?”

“So good, Wands.” You uttered out, cheeks heated at the feeling between your legs and the unbelievable sight of the wet skin of her fingers, you could see how much her arousal was building and it made your hips twitch in attempt to hurry your release.

The room was filled with the sounds of quiet moans from the both of you as you watched each other fuck your fingers into yourselves and the lewd, wet noise of how wet you were around your digits.

She reached out to grab your chin between her thumb and index finger, nudging your head to lock eyes with her darkened and visibly lustful ones.

“Keep your eyes on mine.” She rasped and it was clear you were both teetering on the edge by the stuttered breaths and shaking legs, thighs threatening to clamp around your hands. You couldn’t have even imagined how perfect her face would look as she came, mouth falling open with a moan at the back of her throat and her cheeks tinted pink.

She rode herself through her orgasm with her eyes still trained on yours, admiring the way your lips parted too with a grunt of pleasure and a deep sigh of breath.

She pulled your hand to her mouth with a grip on your wrist, immediately taking them into her mouth with a hum at the taste of your slick along your fingers, licking her tongue over them as she pushed her own fingers past your lips. You slackened your jaw to take them with a suck, she tasted better than you could’ve dreamed and her horny gaze on you made your stomach flutter.

She pulled her fingers away with a string of your saliva in tow before roughly pushing you onto your back, crawling over your body eagerly to meld her lips with yours in a desperate kiss. A forbidden action you’d both been yearning for, hands tangled in her soft hair and hers on either side of your face.

She sighed into your mouth at the tentative touch of your hand against her breast, arching into you for you to palm at the pillowy flesh with a thumb flicking over her hardened nipple. Her hips humped into yours absentmindedly with the passion and heat of the kiss growing, tongue taking power over yours pulling away with a tug at your lip between her teeth. She kissed over your jaw, sloppy pecks to your neck with a harsh suck at the flesh.

Before you could go as far as you so desperately wanted, the front door opened and closed downstairs with footsteps against the hardwood floor and a shouted greeting from your parents.

“I’m not done with you.” Wanda whispered against your lips, pecking them before she pulled away to climb off your body to get dressed. “How about a sleepover tonight?” She winked before heading downstairs.

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jemilyswhor3 · 1 year

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Mentee

A/N: I made this last year AND requests are open!!! (I'm begging someone to request wanda and/or nat 🙏🙏🙏)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Warning: smut, masturbation, idk what else tbh as I said this was made last year, mommy kink maybe, dom!wanda, sub!reader, this mentions aos cause I made this when I was OBSESSED with aos

Summary: Wanda caught you doing something and confronts you with her assumption

Word Count: 4k

You had a big crush on your mentor Wanda, but you don't make it look obvious. You wanted to be seen as someone professional and serious, not a bubbly girl who has this insane crush on her mentor. You only steal glimpses of the redhead from time to time whenever you can, and she smirks and looks back down whenever she caught you. You often slip off, daydreaming about the most sinful things she can possibly do to you, and it's either Kate nudging you to get off fantasy land, or long enough to realize Wanda had caught you, which makes her giggle.

You were on your way to Natasha's class, you realized that you were the only one attending it since the rest of the mentees were in Fitzsimmons' class, which you attended earlier. You opened the door, and to your shock, you saw Wanda.

''Where are the others?'' Asked your mentor, seeing you enter the room alone.

''They're in Fitzsimmons' class.'' You replied.

''And why aren't you there?'' She asked again, tilting her head.

''I attended the class earlier today.'' You replied, awkwardly heading your way towards her.

''Mhm.'' She hummed to your response.

''Where's agent Romanoff?'' You questioned, gesturing where to your right hand.

''She's on a mission. I'll be her sub for now.''

''How long will her mission be?''

''Wanna get rid of me much?"' Wanda chuckled.

''No- no, it's not like that. I- I was just wondering since she told us to master Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, which we were supposed to perform with her today.'' You awkwardly replied.

''Well, we won't be doing any of that, since I don't even know what that is.'' She smiled.

''Oh. What we'll be doing then?'' You asked, confused about what she had in mind.

''Freestyle.'' She proudly stated.

''Freestyle?'' You repeated.

''Yeah, I mean, why not? I was planning on the mentees practicing with each other, to find out what they're best and good at, but it seems like we'll be practicing together.'' She raised her shoulders and headed her way to the center of the room.

''Okay, that seems... cool.'' You said, dropping your gym bag on the floor.

''Just to heads up, I will be using my powers.'' She cleared out.

''What?!'' You asked, confused.

''Don't worry, I'll just use it to throw stuff at you-'' She gets cut off.

''YOU'LL THROW STUFF AT ME?!'' You respond, frantically.

''No- no, just small harmless objects. Besides, it was gonna happen anyway. Stark updated the inquiries, and it makes sense since powered people are also on the list of bad guys. And you get first-hand experience.'' She winked at you.

She was never this... flirtatious? I mean, maybe she is? You only see her in her class, and sometimes bump into her. You've never had a one-on-one event with her before. Her actions left you in shambles and in a blushing mess.

''Okay, then.'' You nod and prepared yourself for what was about to come at you.

The first couple of times, you were able to dodge and hit the objects before they could touch you. But in time, you lose focus on the woman you're training with. You never got the chance to look so closely at her for a long period of time without it trying not to get caught by her. It was so hard to focus when all you can think about is your mentor. Your mentor Wanda, whose figure is perfect, her red locks in a ponytail, her leggings sculpting her ass, the way she moves to avoid your punches, and most captivating of all, her slender fingers with her scarlet power, swinging left and right as she tries to defend herself.

God, you can only imagine what her fingers could do to you. Inside of you.

''Ouch!'' You winced.

''Oof. Sorry. Caught you off guard there. Seemed like your thoughts are elsewhere''

Yeah, elsewhere to the deepest of your imagination.

''Are you okay?'' She asked, rubbing your back.

''Yeah, I'm fine.'' You replied shaking your head.

''Are you?'' She cupped your chin for your face to face hers. ''That doesn't look good.''

''Don't worry, it's just a scratch. Shall we continue?'' You deviated from the conversation.

''No, I don't think so.'' She replied, shaking her head whilst she moves your head to check out for other possible scratches. ''We were about to come to a close anyway.'' She took her arm off and headed towards the benches. ''You should probably go to the med-bey. Or to the kitchen, if icing is all it needs.'' Wanda suggested, opening her bottle to take a drink.

You nod in response as you rush your way to the kitchen, upset that your time with the redhead had been cut short. The only opportunity you probably had with her to have a one-on-one.

After fixing yourself up, you head to your designated room and cleaned yourself. You changed into a black camisole and some short shorts since you felt comfortable sleeping like that. You dried your hair and went to bed as you dim your lights to head off to sleep.

As you lay there, you weren't able to sleep, as your thoughts were clouded by Wanda. Nothing. But. Wanda. You couldn't stop thinking about earlier. About how gorgeous she was, how she was caring towards you, gentle towards you, how you two shared such intimacy, that you savored every second of, and yet again, her hands. Her slender, veiny hands moved around the room as if they owned it. How she controlled and moved it, and how you're so attracted to every single movement of hers.

First, it was all thoughts of admiration, then you start to immensely think of the nastiest thoughts. You didn't even notice your hand shift underneath the covers, teasing your clothed cunt. Stroking it up and down as you feel a wet patch create between your thighs. You can feel yourself close to your peak until you heard the door open. You shifted your hand off and besides you and jolted up as fast as you could. You look up, and there you see...

''Wanda?'' You said, eyes wide, shocked to the core.

''You're still up?'' She replied, awkwardly standing by the door. ''What are you doing?''

''Insomnia.'' You stated. You weren't lying though, you had been having trouble with your insomnia lately, but in this case, it's clearly not the cause.

''Nothing else?''

It intrigued you how invested she was in what you were doing before, and you believe that she didn't really see you do anything, since you had blankets covering you. ''Nothing.'' If nothing meant impulsively touching yourself to the thought of her.

''What brings you here?'' You asked, bringing your knees up to your chest, hugging them.

''Was about to drop this off. You forgot them.'' She said, dropping your gym bag on the floor.

''Thanks.'' You replied, looking at your gym bag.

''Yeah, no problem.'' She turned around and made her way to the door. Before she left, she turns right back around and asks you the same question. ''You sure you weren't doing anything?'' She asked, brows furrowed.

''No, nothing. Why?'' The question also made your brows furrow.

''It's just that, I swear I heard you hide your moans right before I entered.''

Her revelation made you a hot mess. Your eyes are wide open, unable to utter a word in response.

She walked closer to you and says, ''Oh, don't try to hide it, detka, I know you've been thinking about me. In class, in training, and just a few minutes ago when you lied about not doing anything, when in fact, you were touching yourself to the thought of me.'' She leaned closer to your face, almost not leaving a gap between the two of you. She pulled back and sits on the mini couch you have at your bedside.

She reads my mind? You thought to yourself. Beforehand of starting to work on the compound, it was mandatory to learn basic skills and techniques to barricade your mind, and Wanda respects too much of people's privacy to even invade their minds without their consent or valid reason.

''I know what you're thinking, detka. And I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. The moment you walked in the door, I knew you had to be mine.'' She creeped out a sinister smirk.

''But- we were-''

''Please, those mandatory skills are nothing. I can easily access anyone's mind whenever, wherever. Besides, your thoughts are too loud not to read.'' She laughed mischievously. "You really think some lessons could stop my scarlet magic?"

Well, that's comforting.

"Don't stop on my account. Go on. Continue. I know you were close before I entered. I just needed to see you for myself." She made herself comfortable on the couch, opening her legs, and relaxing her hands on her thigh.

You simply went under the covers. I mean, what else could you have done? Not obey her?

''Don't hide away from me. I wanna see all of you.'' Her voice became raspy with her Sokovian accent showing.

You slowly, shamefully, took off the covers on top of you, revealing you in your black velvet short shorts.

''Aww, you look so adorable in your shorts. Real deal definitely is better than what I've imagined.'' She laughed in a raspy tone, pouting at the sight of you in your shorts. ''Now, take them off.'' She commanded.

''What?"' You whispered.

''Take your shorts off.''

You slowly slipped your shorts off your thighs, then knees, until it was already in your ankles and you tossed them around somewhere with your foot. You lay comfortably in your bed as she watches you. You close your eyes, letting go of every single thought and worry in your mind and letting it get infiltrated by thoughts of Wanda. You weren't quite sure if it was you or her putting it on your mind, but either way, you were sure you were gonna think of her anyway.

Wanda watched you as your hands roamed around your body. Your eyes closed. Teasing yourself. You played around with your nipples through the fabric, making them poke through the cloth and making you whimper for more touch.

"That's it, baby. Please yourself for mommy." Her voice came from close by... too close.

You open your eyes to look at her, yet she's nowhere to be found on the couch.

"I'm right here, draga." She said, sitting on the other side of the bed beside your legs.

You close your eyes yet again, continuing your movements around your perked-up tits.

"You look so good, detka." She praised you while she takes one of her hands under her pants. "Take your top off." She demanded.

You obliged her request. Peaking a bit through your eyes while you take your top off, you saw her touching herself, and that made you feel hot flushes on your cheeks. You tossed your top someplace else, revealing your now fully bare chest.

You comfortably settled back down as your hands traveled on top of your chest. You draw circles on your nipples, occasionally pinching and pulling them to help the tension between your thighs. You removed one hand away from your chest, moving it towards your wet center.

"Uh, uh. Don't touch that pretty pussy of yours until I say otherwise." You opened your eyes while she said her command, seeing her shake her head as she spoke.

"Bu- I-" You whimper.

"Aww, is my little draga all wet and needy down there? Do you want mommy's fingers to please you, mhm?" She said with a mocking pouting face.

You eagerly nod while biting your lip. Waiting for a response or command for her to state.

"Yes, yes you are." She said while mirroring your movements, mocking you.

"Take your panties off. I wanna see that pretty little cunt of yours." She smirked.

You shake your panties off until they were on your ankles. Wanda used her scarlet magic to bring your soaked underwear to her view.

"I'll be keeping this." She said, taking her hands off her pants, as she grabbed the pair that was previously floating in the air.

She looks back at you whilst restoring your underwear in her pockets. Seeing your legs closed with your arm in the middle, but not touching your center.

"Come on, detka. You should know this by now. Open." Wanda gestures both her hands to signal you to open them. You slowly open them, revealing your dripping pussy. "Good girl." She praised, making you feel butterflies. "So wet, and all of this for... mommy?" She stoped and looks at you, waiting for a response.

You nod in reply, but that wasn't enough. "Use your words, darling" She spoke with her Sokovian accent showing when she said "darling".

"Yes- yes, mommy. All for you." You whimpered out.

She groans at your response. "Have I been teasing you too much? Should I have knocked earlier?"

"Mhm." You replied, biting your lower lip.

"Well, I'm right here, now. And I will guide you through all of it." She said, bopping her head, signaling you to mirror her movements, and you do.

"Are you gonna touch me?" You asked, needy.

"We'll see. If you're a good girl that follows mommy's orders, then maybe I'll consider it."

Her response made you feel ecstasy following around your body. Ready to follow any and all of Wanda's rules for her touch in reward.

"Now be a good girl and get comfortable." She stated as you suit yourself in bed."Nice, nice." She whispered. "Now, close your eyes-"

"But, I wanna see you, mommy." You whimpered, pouting.

"But, that's not mommy's orders. Now, close." She said as she leans in to close your lids with her index and middle finger.

You keep your eyes close as you stayed steady, waiting for her next instructions.

"Bring your hands up to your chest, and tease your nipples." You do as you are told. Your nipples erect at the sensitivity of it.

"Aww, so sensitive, aren't you?" She teased, seeing how fast your body reacted to your touch.

You nod in response. You continue to play around with your chest, while Wanda slowly moved her hand under her pants. Touching herself to the sight of you.

You took a peak at the redhead, seeing her enjoy herself while her eyes are closed to her own imagination. You took one of your hands off your chest, to which you slowly glided to your touch-starved center.

"Don't you dare continue what you're about to do." The witch exclaimed.

You jolted your hand away from your lower abdomen, staring at a furious witch, whose orders you just disobeyed.

"I-I'm sorry, mo- I ju-" You stuttered.

"You've been a bad girl. Disobeying mommy's orders, when I thought you of all people wouldn't even think about such a thing." She sinisterly laughed.

"I'm so-" You tried to apologize.

"Oh, no, detka, it's too late for that. It's time for punishment." She smirked.

Your thoughts were nothing but the idea of Wanda finally touching you. She opens your legs with her magic, and you roll your eyes at the sensation. She uses her scarlet powers to feel the wet dripping mess you are on the outside. You let out a moan at her sensation.

"Pl-please... mommy." You managed to let out.

"Do you want me inside of you, mhm? Want mommy to fill you up?" She mocked.

"Y-yes please."

"Yes, what? Come on, it seems like you're forgetting my name."

"Yes, please mommy." You let out in between moans.

"Since you've been naughty, mommy's not gonna touch you. In fact, I'll make you regret what you did, and teach you what happens to sluts that disobey their mommy." She taunted.

She inserts her scarlet magic inside of you, moving her left hand to the rhythm while the other was back under her pants.

You let out a moan at her sudden movement. Your back aching, toes curling, while your hands grip the sheets.

But, it didn't feel right. You felt something, but you also felt... nothing? It feels like something is touching you on the inside, but you couldn't really feel anything around you. This. This is the way of teaching you and making you regret disobeying her. The sensation of her touch, yet, also craving it, since she isn't really inside of you. How it aches between your legs, and how you crave her touch. For her to actually be inside of you.

You open your eyes, looking at Wanda with her mouth shaped like a small O with her eyes shut. You hesitate to disrupt her from her peak, but you couldn't help the feeling between your legs anymore.

"M-mommy..." You whispered. "Mommy..." You hesitated again.

"What is it, detka? You aren't supposed to be talking. Remember, you are being punished." She replied, breathless.

"I- I was just wondering if you could allow me to touch myself?" Your requested, head bow down while asking, ashamed of the question.

She opens her eyes. Her eyes became siren, staring back at you. She took her hand out of her pants, while she continues to do what she was doing with the powers in her mind. She crawls up to you and stops on your lower abdomen. She looks at what mess you've become between your legs, and then back up to you with a smirk. She moved her head in between your pussy and starts to talk.

"You wanna feel something inside you, mhm?" She asked, her facing your cunt. "Do you prefer mommy's fingers, mhm?" She teased.

The vibrations from her voice sent shock waves through your core and gave you goosebumps all over your body. You whimper then and there while she spoke.

"Mhm." You hum in response.

"Use your words, honey bun. I know that pretty little mouth of yours can do that, right?" Her Sokovian accent was taking control of her.

"I-I want you inside of me, please, mommy." You begged while you look down on her.

"Too bad. If you followed my rules, you would've been fucked right now to the point where you can't even stand up. This is what bad girls get when they don't follow the rules." She informed.

God, she wasn't kidding when she said you'd regret it. The fact that you would've been fucked by the Wanda Maximoff if you just kept your hands away from where it wasn't supposed to be.

She sat back up and made her way to the other end of the bed again. She continues to please you with her scarlet magic while you lay there as a moaning and whining mess.

She kept thrusting her magic in and out of you, and soon enough, you feel your peak reach.

''Mo-momm-'' You stuttered, eyes closed while you grip tightly on the sheets.

''Aww, is my baby gonna come? Hmm?'' She mocked.

You nod at her response, unable to utter words out of your mouth.

''C-can I?'' You asked politely. Hoping to get on her good side for her to allow you.

''Not just yet, you need to do something for mommy.'' She yet again took her hand off her pants and crawls up to you. ''Do you wanna come, baby?'' She cupped both your cheeks and you nod, eyes still closed. ''No. I want you to look at me and tell me.'' She demanded.

You slowly open your eyes and they gladly met hers. Her eyes, obviously filled with nothing but lust stared back at you.

''Yes, mommy. I wanna come. And I'll do anything!'' You exclaimed.

She hums at your eagerness and compliance and replied, ''Good girl, 'cause I need you to eat mommy out, okay? Can you eat mommy out?"' She cooed close to your face.

Your eyes widen at her request. You still can't process that she- Wanda Maximoff, your very very hot mentor that you've been attracted to since day one- wants you to eat. her. out. You thought that you wouldn't be able to touch her- or vice versa- since she was punishing you for being a bad girl, but turns out she might've just forgiven you. ''Okay, mommy.'' You respond eagerly.

With the sway of her hands, her pants were thrown somewhere in the room, leaving her in her panties. She crawls up to you and situated herself in between your legs. You can see how wet she is through her panties. You teased her clothed clit, swirling your tongue around it, making her whimper.

"Enough teasing. I want you inside me." With the snap of her finger, her undergarment was nowhere to be found in front of you, leaving her bare with her glistening pussy ready to be eaten out. Your eyes widen at the view, unable to move a muscle.

"Well, come on, detka. Show mommy how much of a good girl you are." She demanded.

And with that being said, snapping you from what you should be doing, you slipped your tongue through her wet folds, getting a soft and low moan out of her. You moved your way up and down, teasing her clit, but not fully going through with it.

"Right there, right there." She repeats, almost out of breath.

You continued lapping on ber g-spot as she grinds closer to you. Her scarlet magic never leaving the presence of your own pussy, also driving you over the edge.

"'M so close, baby." She says in between moans.

You feel the knot on your stomach tighten, and you knew you were just as close as Wanda, but the leverage you had over her was: you know what'll make her come in an instant.

You swirled your way to her clit, and she was token back by your gesture. Hitting a spontaneous shock through her core, causing her to reach her peak.

"I'm gonna come, moya lyubov. Mommy's gonna come." She said, almost out of breath while she grinds herself onto your face.

"C-can I come too mommy?" You asked for permission.

"Yes, detka. Come with mommy." She allowed.

As she continues her scarlet motions into you and your gestures onto her, you both came undone with both the pleasurable look on your faces. You cleaned her up, slurping every drop of her release, as yours drip from the sides of your thighs and into your bedsheets.

"You did so well, malysh." She cooed, cupping your face from below her. Strands of hair touching your face.

"Anything for you, mommy." You replied, kissing her palm beside your face.

She smiled and gets off your shoulders. She dressed herself up while you watched her. You were still pretty groggy and unclear to what just happened, unable to utter anything.

She comes up to you and whispers in your ears, "You've been such a good girl for mommy. And this won't be the last. Next time, if you aren't gonna be too much of a needy whore again, mommy might just touch you herself." She cooed, tucking some strands of your hair back.

"Thank you, mommy. And I promise, I'll be good next time." You respond.

"Good. Because if you're still the needy whore you were earlier, I won't go easy on you. You get that?" She smirked, and you can feel it brush your ears.

"Y-yes, mommy." You giddily replied.

Wanda stood up and headed her way to the door. She pulls back up and says, "Oh, and don't forget to clean yourself up. We don't want that pretty pussy and bed of yours to be all dirty for our next time." She leaved off with a wink that left you in shambles.

You did as she told, cleaning yourself up. It was quite hard going back to sleep after such an interaction with your mentor, but after a while, you finally drifted off to sleep.

Waking up, you saw a care package placed on your chair. A dress from Wanda for you. You smile at the thought of her aftercare and what she could possibly do next as your relationship grows with her. But most importantly, how last night isn't the last and there will be next times for your mommy to treat you as her own, like you are.

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A/N: PLS REBLOG👹 and again I AM OPEN FOR REQUESTS!!! (primarily with wanda and/or nat)

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jemilyswhor3 · 1 year

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Nat: I didn't wanna leave you on read

Nat: So I left you on delivered

#mcu #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel incorrect quotes #mcu incorrect quotes #the avengers #avengers incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #natasha romanoff incorrect quotes #black widow incorrect quotes #black widow #natasha romanoff #blackwidow #natasharomanoff

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jemilyswhor3 · 1 year

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THIS IS SOOO GOOD

your lips, my lips.

wanda maximoff x fem!reader.

summary: while studying for your class together, a party comes up in conversation and wanda ends up teaching you how to kiss.

content warnings: MDNI! kinda fuckgirl!wanda maximoff x fem!reader, bestfriend!wanda,modern/college au, kissing/making out, no smut! but suggestive themes

word count: 2.5k+

As the day draws to a close and the sun begins its descent, the sky outside the window transforms into a canvas of warm hues. The sunlight spills through the glass panes, casting an orange glow inside Wanda’s bedroom.

You were currently laying on her bed, elbows propping you up as you read through the pages of your textbook for the third time during this session and your best friend, Wanda, sits next to you, leaning her head back against the headboard with her own textbook in her lap. You were always with Wanda since high school up until now in your first year of college, and you two were always inseparable, regardless of where you two were or what either of you were doing together. Furthermore, you met her through her brother, Pietro, after introducing you when you had a project to work on with him back in your sophomore year.

Subsequently, you started seeing more and more of her when you would come over. She was rather quiet the first time you two met, not going above the words ‘hey’ or ‘hello.’ But as time carried on, you talked more and more, hung out more and more until the two of you were practically glued to each other.

But Wanda wanted more. More than just your best friend. It was your smile that had captured her attention, and she found herself drawn to your easygoing nature and sparkling eyes the first time she met you. She had never spoken up about it to you or anyone really, but it had always killed her when you would bring up the times when someone asked you out on a date or mentioned someone you had a crush on in class, or whatever it was as long as it wasn’t her. Still, she never talked about it. Her twin brother knew, even though she never really told him. Twin telepathy was probably the case.

But she never told you, not wanting to ruin the special thing the two of you had going.

Wanda couldn’t help but steal glances at you like she usually does. It didn’t help that she thought you looked pretty every time she sees you with your hair neatly fixed, that cute shade of lipstick you wore, your little damn skirt — always distracting her from whatever she was doing and in this case, from her studies.

And especially now as you laid on your front right on her bed. God, you looked so good in her bed. She couldn't help but admire how stunning you looked in the shirt you had borrowed from her when you had spilled something on yours earlier, she can’t remember what it was. The soft cotton material hugged your curves in all the right places, emphasizing the shape of your pretty waist and the hem of the fabric rested on your ass in a way that left Wanda breathless.

“Are you finished?”

Your voice cuts through her thoughts, pulling her back into focus as she scans your face and repeats the question in her head.

“No,” she shook her head softly as you take a second to look up at her, eyes never going back to the pages of her book.

Wanda waits silently as you stare at her, wondering what was going on in that pretty little head of yours. You were collecting your thoughts quickly, trying to formulate a way to say what was on your mind.

“Are you okay?” Wanda smirked as you furrowed your eyebrows as you thought hard.

You cleared your throat and let out a loud sigh, turning away from her to rest your forehead down.

“Wanda…” you began, voice slightly muffled against your arms. “What’s it like to kiss a girl?”

Wanda’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as she took in your question. She immediately knew what it was you were thinking with that question alone.

Wanda was the epitome of cool, calm, and collected. She was a woman who seemed to have a magnetic effect on other women. Everywhere she went, she was surrounded by a flock of adoring admirers. Some of them were obvious in their flirtation, making suggestive comments and batting their eyelashes at her. Others were more subtle, stealing glances and blushing when Wanda caught their eye. With her confident strut and piercing gaze, she exuded an air of confidence that drew people to her like a magnet. And when it came to the ladies, Wanda had a particular charm that was hard to resist. She had always been popular, even when she was in high school. Wanda was used to the attention.

But the only thing she wanted was yours.

It had been no secret that Wanda slept with girls quite regularly. She was popular along with her twin brother, so of course you knew that people would be lining up to get with them. Pietro was a little more shameless than Wanda, but still, you never really understood why she slept with so many people she barely knew. Sometimes, girls would even come up to you to ask for her number, which you had always turned down.

“Why are you asking?” Wanda closes her textbook and leans forward, trying to hear you better.

“Just wondering,” you huff out, turning your head to face her, cheek pressed up against your arm.

Wanda stared at you for a moment, rubbing her sweaty palm against her jeans, “Well… It’s really not much different than boys… Except, I will say that girls smell better… and they’re softer.”

You hummed softly at her response, causing her to look at you in concern. When your eyes tear away from hers, looking around at anywhere but her, Wanda brings a hand up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

“What’s going on in your pretty little head?”

You can’t help when your cheeks warm up slightly at her subtle compliment, one she never forgets to remind you of when you’re with her.

“Someone asked me to be their date to this party,” you say quietly, but you were sure Wanda had heard when you saw her jaw clench slightly, and you almost didn’t catch it.

“A girl asked you?”

You nod at her question, a little shy at the fact. From what Wanda knew, you had never been with a girl before, and not even that many boys, so you were… inexperienced. The question you asked earlier didn’t surprise her, but it was the reason behind it that she wished wasn’t true. She wished it were her.

“It’s Natasha,” you tell her.

Wanda ignores the sting of jealousy that erupts in her chest as she watches you push yourself up to sit in front of her, and she couldn’t help but stare at your thighs as you did, watching the fabric of your skirt move over your skin. She didn’t know how you did it, but you always seemed to know how to turn her on without even trying.

The thoughts pour into her head as she watches you adjust, a selfish part of her heart wishing that you were just some other girl on campus, moaning her name, her hand under your skirt, her head between—

“Wanda… I just… I’m not good at… that stuff–Fuck.” you mutter softly, embarrassed at your choice of words and to be fair, you didn’t really know what you were asking.

Wanda immediately shuts her thoughts out and moves closer to you for comfort, “Hey. Hey, it’s okay, (y/n)… I don’t know how to give you advice for this, to be honest…”

“Yeah, that’s okay,” you reassure her. “I just didn’t know who else to ask. I mean, I haven’t kissed anyone since high school.”

She nods at your words and for a second she looks down at your lips, sitting there looking plump and delectable as ever, almost like they were just asking her to move closer, pull her in… and she almost did.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out when it happens, (y/n). Just do what she does.”

Wanda hated the words that came out of her mouth. She knew you weren’t the most experienced person when it came to things like this. She also knew you stayed away from dating for a while after high school to focus on your studies, and Wanda felt kind of happy about it. Not only that, but she knew none of those ignorant college students on campus ever deserved you.

Unless, it was her.

Green eyes watched as you closely as you scoffed and rolled your eyes at her half-assed advice. Wanda can’t help but smirk at your frustration, while you groaned and ran a hand through your hair.

She didn’t know what she was thinking next, only that you looked so pretty sitting in her bed… she just had to do something about it.

“Come here.”

Wanda patted her thighs, straightening her legs across her bed. You looked at her curiously for just a moment but proceeded to throw your leg over to hers and seated yourself comfortably in her lap.

It was new; this level of closeness. You had laid your head in her lap countless times before, but never sat on it, facing her. She felt so close. You could feel her breath against your lips and her hands… her strong hands rested at your waist only for a moment before slowly dragging them down to the line of your hips, holding you down slightly against her thighs.

“Do you want me to show you?” Wanda asked, seeing how you stared at her with a blank stare as if you had countless thoughts running through your mind.

You nod and slowly brought your hands up to her shoulders, holding them softly as you brought your eyes over to look into Wanda’s emerald ones. Wanda swears she can hear her heart thumping loudly in her ears. Your small hands on her shoulders made her feel like she could melt at that very moment and just wanted to stay like this forever, keeping you close with no one to take you away.

Wanda brings a hand up to your face, keeping the other one at your hip as she tucked your hair behind your ear again before using her palm to caress your cheek. It travels lower, the pad of her thumb smoothing over your jaw down to your neck. She never broke eye contact as she did so, making you feel like you were the only girl in the world. Like… she was in love with you.

“I’m gonna kiss you, now,” Wanda whispered, her breath against your lips. “Follow my lead, okay?”

And she did.

Wanda’s heart pulsed as she pressed her lips gently against yours, sighing against them with her eyes fluttering closed. The grip you had on her shoulders tightened as you gasped lightly, and Wanda swears the butterflies in her stomach made her feel like she could just drift away. Your lips were so soft, as she had always suspected… as she had always imagined they would be. They were perfect. It felt like they were made to be against hers.

She made sure to take her time, relishing at this moment as she moved her hands underneath the hem of the shirt you had borrowed from her, rubbing the skin of your waist lightly, and you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as you felt her hands on your body. The sound was music to her ears. And she needed more.

She groaned into your lips, continuing to kiss you as softly as she could, until she darted her tongue out to run it along your bottom lip. A smirk played at her lips when you instinctively moaned once more, opening your mouth, welcoming her into yours as she tilted her head more to the side. Wanda sighs again when she feels your hands move away from her shoulders, feeling your arms loosely wrap around her neck. You can feel her tongue inside your mouth, roaming all over, pushing it against your own tongue, making your knees weak and your stomach flutter as she continues to kiss you.

God, you tasted so delicious. Wanda never wanted this to end. She wanted to kiss you forever, keep you in her lap, take care of you, lay you down against her bed, make you moan her name… everything else after that. She wanted it so badly.

Wanda gives your tongue one last suck before pulling away softly for a breath of air. She smirked slightly, feeling you chase for her lips for a second. You sat there, lips parted slightly, breathlessly staring at her. You looked so damn pretty in her lap. She wanted to run her hands over your thighs, squeezing them lightly. You drove her crazy.

“You did great,” Wanda whispered absentmindedly, giving your thighs one last squeeze. “Natasha’s lucky. You’ll do great.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, eyes darting down to her swollen lips again, before looking into her green eyes. You wanted to kiss her again, too. Over and over. Until you were breathless.

Wanda wanted to frown as you forced yourself out of her lap quickly, turning away from her with the reddest cheeks she’d ever seen on you. Instead, she turned away and pulled her textbook back into her lap, wanting to distract herself from you for a moment. She didn’t know what she would do if she just continued to stare and yearn for you.

When you turned back to face her, she was looking down at her book just as she was before all of this happened, acting as if you weren’t just falling apart and moaning in her lap… like she was used to this. It stung watching her go back to normal as if what just happened wasn’t anything special to her.

“I should… probably go. It’s already getting late.”

Wanda looked up at you and stared for a moment, feeling the sudden awkwardness in the air as you began to gather your things. She couldn’t help but stare at your body as you bent down to grab your bag that was resting on the floor by her desk, admiring the sight of you, wanting desperately to have you on her lap again, have you moaning against her mouth…

She stood up slowly and walked with you until you reached the front door. You gave her a friendly kiss on her cheek before walking out to your car. She watched carefully, still feeling her heart hammering in her chest as you drove off.

A sigh falls past her lips as she walks back to her room, and her twin brother Pietro suddenly steps out of his, meeting her halfway in the hallway.

“Your lipstick is smudged,” he said as he walked past her.

She wasn’t even wearing any lipstick. Wanda rubbed her eye and smiled lightly as she entered her room, staring at her bed, reminiscing earlier events. Bringing a hand up to her lips, she brought her fingertips over them gently, trying to imagine yours against hers.

Your lips. Her lips. The taste of your lipstick.

In time, maybe she’ll muster up the courage to ask you to be hers, then she’ll be able to kiss you as much as she pleases.

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jemilyswhor3 · 1 year

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send/reply a prompt!!! (I'm doing it with either wanda or nat- whichever you guys prefer)

Smut Prompts III (NSFW)

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

1. “Don’t even think about cumming yet.”

2. “So I hear you’re into pain?”

3. “Your eyes always glaze over when you cum.”

4. “Don’t fucking stop, baby.”

5. “I can’t pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that.”

6. “I wanna take you so fucking bad.”

7. “Be a good girl/boy and swallow for me.”

8. “You better keep the volume down or I’m gonna go even harder.”

9. “I’m feeling greedy.”

10. “Clothes. Off. Now.”

11. “You talk too much. How about we use your mouth for something else?”

12. “Your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner doesn’t need to know about this.”

13. “If you want to cum then you’re gonna have to beg.”

14. “If I have to pull over, you’ll be walking funny for the next week.”

15. “Could you be any wetter/harder?”

16. “Don’t worry. I’ve got condoms and lube in my nightstand.”

17. “What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” “Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to take a second to admire how beautiful you are.”

18. “I’m gonna stop if you don’t cum.”

19. “You better not touch yourself while I’m gone.”

20. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.”

21. “Go and lock the door for me. I don’t want anyone to walk in while I’m balls deep.”

22. “I’ll be gentle, baby. Don’t worry.”

23. “Don’t stop. Even if I beg you to.”

24. “I never knew you liked being spanked.”

25. “You don’t realize what it does to me when we’re cuddling and you press your ass against me.”

26. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

27. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

28. “I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.”

29. “First one to cum loses.”

30. “I bet I can make you cum without even touching you.”

31. “I don’t have to be inside you to make you cum.”

32. “I want to kiss every square inch of your body.”

33. “I called in sick. Now we can stay in bed and fuck all day.”

34. “Ride me like a cowboy/cowgirl.”

35. “Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear. Trying to tell me something?”

36. “Go get one of your toys. Let’s make this even better.”

37. “Are you gonna keep playing with it or are you gonna put it in your mouth at some point?”

38. “Quit eyefucking me and get over here so you can actually fuck me!”

39. “What the fuck? Do that again. I liked it.”

40. “Is that gonna fit?” “I’ll make it fit.”

41. “All day I’ve been thinking about how good it would feel to have your head between my legs.”

42. “Ever heard of an Australian kiss?” “No. What’s that?” “It’s like a French kiss, but down under.”

43. “But there’s people-” “I don’t care. Let them watch.”

44. “I saw you naked once. And now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

45. “How are you so oblivious? I’m trying to tell you I’m fucking horny!”

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The Least Expected; W. Maximoff

you're wedding vows to wanda.

you looked at your fiance, her white wedding dress hugging her curves. you smiled brightly and wiped your tears that havent stopped since the beginning of the ceremony.

"y/n, your vows," steve said, chuckling softly. you jumped and nodded, going to grab your not cards, and then deciding against it. you looked at her again, in the eyes this time.

"wanda. i met you on my first night in scotland. if you would've told me then that id be marrying the girl that paid for my drink at a coffee shop, i'd laugh in your face," wanda giggled at your words, "but, dont get me wrong. i thought you were an amazing person. everyones heard the story a million times, and they will a million more," you looked towards the crowd and smiled at the ground, "i had forgotten my wallet. a typical me move. now, i was just going to go back home. then this girl behind me told me it was no big deal and just paid for me. we satcnext to eachother, talked until it was dark, fell in love. we didn't exchange numbers. we were two strangers that crossed paths. the universe had different plans. i met you again my first night in new york city, at a bar. we talked again. we left without numbers again. and then for the last time, we met in sokovia. the universe was screaming at us to get together. two times had we let tje moments slip. two times did i lay in bed wishing i got your number. two times did i dream of you the night after i saw you. wanda, you were my least expected. the one that got away twice, the one who tried slipping away unintentionally. the one the universe pulled me together with. and i will never forget tje electrifying moment of right now. where i get to meet you on our wedding day. or when i wake up in the moment. from my least expected, to my most. you are forever my expected. i couldnt ask for a better human as it. i love you, wanda maximoff."

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jemilyswhor3 · 1 year

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hi everyone :)

my names sapphire, saph for short!

my pronouns are she/her/they

i basically write smutty wanda one shots/fics so my page is 18+ only. minors, don’t interact. also men too, i write for sapphics only!

i’m always open to receive requests! feel free to send any ideas you have in mind!

・❥・

MASTERLIST

— — — — — —

‘i want you to be rough with me’ series • top wanda

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

’*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*’

“you wouldn’t want everyone to know that the most powerful witch in the world is secretly a brat now, would you?” • bottom wanda

pt 1

pt 2

’*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*’

unrequited love series • stepmom!wanda

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

secret touches

’*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*’

tension in between us

pt 1

pt 2

’*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*’

behind closed doors

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jemilyswhor3 · 1 year

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She was the moon & I was her star series masterlist.

I do not give you permission to repost/translate my works onto any other site that isnt tumblr, if you see my work elsewhere just let me know.

warnings/contains(18+ only!): college au, this series will contain eventual smut, sexual tension, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, meangirl!wanda, internalized homophobia, mutual pining, wanda being a repressed lesbian, shitty parents.

Pairings: childhood!bestfriend!wanda maximoff x childhood!bestfriend!reader

Genre: smut, angst, childhood bestfriends to enemies to lovers.

Total word count so far: 9.1k

Series summary: the first heartbreak is always the worst. especially when it’s from your childhood best friend that you’ve been in love with ever since the day you met.

Chapter one: best friends forever! [12/01/2023]

chapter summary: an unfamiliar stranger from the past comes into westview university, catching everyone's attention in less than a day. And wanda maximoff doesn't like it when the spotlight is stolen from her.

Chapter two: familiar faces and new strangers. [18/01/2023]

chapter summary: meeting your new roommate that you will be sharing with for the next few months will be quiet interesting. However, she only gives you one warning: do not cross paths with wanda maximoff.

Chapter three: the party. [21/01/2023]

chapter summary: wanda's boyfriend, vision, hosts a party that everyone (including all the new students) are forced to attend. Tensions rise, and she still can't wrap her mind about you.

Chapter four: the aftermath. [Coming soon.] Smut chapter *

Chapter five: Romeo and her Juliette. [Coming soon.]

Chapter six: 24/7. [To be determined.]

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Origin story | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Once you were an avenger, now you were a villain, clouded by rage.

Warnings: death, cheating, murder, kinda dark!reader

GN!reader

Training today had been an absolute nightmare today. Not only had you been flung across the gym, you’d also sprained an ankle so, naturally, Steve let you go early.

The walk back to yours and Wanda’s shared room was agony, you just wanted to crawl into bed with your beautiful girlfriend.

“Shit, right there.”

As you went to turn the doorknob you heard Wanda’s moans, the moans you had grown to know and love. You didn’t know what to do. Was she just playing with herself? This was your room after all. It’d be insane for her to bring someone into your shared space. Excitedly you entered the room thinking you were going to walk in on Wanda and have a fun afternoon with her. The sight you were met with was definitely not what you expected. Wanda and Vision were under the covers having sex. You stood in the doorway, mouth agape, fists balled. They seemed to be in their own little world.

By this point you’d already had enough of being ignored, “hi” you said as nonchalantly as possible. Wanda’s eyes snapped open and looked into yours. You could’ve sworn you saw her life flash before her eyes. Vision moved off the bed, holding a blanket over his hard-on. They both stared at you, waiting for you to scream, to throw vision out. You did neither, you simply moved to the shared wardrobe next to the bed and began shoving random clothes into a bag before turning to leave.

“Y/N-“ wanda tried but you’d already left.

The next few days were hell for the entire team. You’d stopped talking. Completely. Your anger festered within you, heightening your powers.

“Y/N, can you please listen? We’re worried about you. What’s going on?” Steve spoke for the entire team. Neither you nor Wanda had told anyone of what had happened. You looked up from your seat, eyes glued on the captains. You let out a dry chuckle, you’d lost your family at 13, Wanda was the only family you had left, and now, well, you were alone. Balls of energy circled your fingers under the table. The anger festering within you began to slowly creep its way out, the rage had clouded your mind, you pushed your chair back and began gently swaying on it. “You know what ‘cap?” You sneered, “I think I’ll just let Wanda tell you.” The entire team turned to Wanda, eagerly waiting for an explanation to your irrational and frightening behaviour. “I-Vision and I…Vision and I slept t-together.” She murmured while staring at the ground. A silence fell upon the team, the atmosphere suffocating. Vision stood up from his seat and stood next to Steve, “Y/N, I think you are being irrational.” In that moment something within you snapped. Slamming your fists on to the table you stood up, energy balls encapsulating your entire being. “Y/N/N“ Wanda looked at you, tears threatening to fall, the guilt of what she had done weighing heavily on her being. Using your powers you took hold of visions, lifting him into the air. The team watched in horror, a few tried to stop you. Wanda let out a strangled sob. “Y/N! This isn’t you! Please! Calm down!” Your mind became even more clouded by rage as you locked eyes with Wanda, “this is me, Wanda.” With that you ripped visions head from his body, both pieces falling to the floor with a loud crash. Wires hung from visions dead body, you laughed dryly, while staring at Wanda with a forced smile, “Now you have no one.”

Don’t know how I feel about this, I felt like writing something angsty - 😭

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jemilyswhor3 · 1 year

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・❥・

hi everyone :)

my names sapphire, saph for short!

my pronouns are she/her/they

i basically write smutty wanda one shots/fics so my page is 18+ only. minors, don’t interact. also men too, i write for sapphics only!

i’m always open to receive requests! feel free to send any ideas you have in mind!

・❥・

MASTERLIST

‘i want you to be rough with me’ series • top wanda

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

’*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*’

“you wouldn’t want everyone to know that the most powerful witch in the world is secretly a brat now, would you?” • bottom wanda

pt 1

pt 2

’*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*’

unrequited love • stepmom!wanda

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

secret touches

’*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*’

tension in between us

pt 1

pt 2

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jemilyswhor3 · 1 year

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sweet little lamb | w. maximoff

꒰ pairings ꒱ dark!milf!wanda maximoff x babysitter!reader

꒰ warnings ꒱ smut! twenty plus! dark content ahead: dub-con ; somno ; cnc ; manipulation, wanda is using her magic in most of these ; fingering ; oral ; strap use ; mommy kink ; toy use ; knife kink ; bondage ; stockholder syndrome is heavily implied ; drugging ;

꒰ word count ꒱ 12,430 — ongoing series

꒰ summary ꒱ wanda was someone you only trusted when you loved to your new town. she was there from the first day you came, offering you a job and a home and eventually you fell in love with her. each and every day though, you were starting to remember a distant dream.. or what is a dream?

spotify playlist

red stained lips

touches under the surface

feelings of similarity

i do it for you

sick and sadistic

chapter six

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jemilyswhor3 · 1 year

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Can I kindly request that you write a fic where Wanda is a stripper and Nat took an interest in her? Then ofc Wanda willingly went with Nat and they did unholy things. 🤭 Something like that movie - Pretty Woman. Then Wanda gets to be spoiled by Nat. 👉👈🥺

MINORS DNI!!! (18+!)

warnings: oral ( w receiving), fingering (w receiving), begging

Word count: 1564

pairing: Natasha x stripper!Wanda

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Natasha was on her way home from work. She tapped impatiently on the edge of her steering wheel as she stopped at a traffic light.

She had so much pressure right now. Every single person in her company was now counting on her. She wasn't afraid to make mistakes, no, but the pressure to be the best was too much. She was so engrossed in thought that Natasha didn't even notice her phone ringing until she answered it,

"What!"

"Oh wow, hello to you too..That bad?"

"Don't even ask."

"Okay, then it's the best moment. I have a date at 365, do you want to come?" Natasha batted an eyelash, "365? Isn't that that strip club on fifth?"

"Yup..So what do you say?" Natasha had to grin. Going to a kinky whorehouse? That's a new one. "Count me in."

Natasha's ears were literally blasted with bass, with to much taking and drunk people. It was definitely getting too fast and too much for her liking.

"That was a mistake." Natasha and Maria sat at the bar, "Oh come on..look around! Have some fun Tash..." Natasha just had to roll her eyes, "Fun? I'm not getting screwed here, okay? The money that's going down here-" She lost her words when she saw an..employee. She took in every single look. Everyone. Everyone was looking at this one woman. Maria looked over at her partner and follows her gaze and smirked, "Ha..There she is." Natasha looked frantically at Maria, "You know her? Is she your date?" Maria couldn't help but laugh, "You should have seen your face!!!"

"What, so you don't know her?" Maria got herself back in, "No..But she has a reputation here, I mean look at her..She's fantastic.."

Fantastic..yeah she is. Natasha thought to herself. She gulped down the second champagne..She couldn't be distracted by some slut. She had enough to do.

After a while, Maria's acquaintance came and dragged her away. Now Natasha sat alone at the bar and was ready to leave when someone sat down with her.

"Hey you~"

Natasha's fuse was blown. Now she's also going to be attacked by someone-

"I'm not for-" There she is again. The beauty from earlier.

"Hey..." Natasha pushed her glass aside and the younger woman approached her hand to the other, "plans for tonight?" Natasha looked the other in the eye. She was so young? What is she doing here?

"Tell me, how old are you?"

"How old do you want me to be?" Of course. The given sentences. As always. "My name is Wanda. Shall we go in the back?" Natasha caught herself again and got up to pack, "Nice to meet you..Wanda. But thank you. Have a pleasant night."

Natasha left without looking back and still caught the other woman muttering something, but Natasha couldn't hear it anymore. She was about to go out when she looked back and saw Wanda with a guy who was way too old for her.

She tried to hold back, but couldn't and went back to it, "Excuse me, but I have a..meeting with her." The man looked at Natasha and immediately understood her cold look. He left with a clearing of his throat, leaving the two women alone.

Wanda pretends nothing happened, "W-Well..there she is.."

"Does the offer still stand?"

Wanda smiled softly and took Natasha's hand to lead them both to the back. Once they arrived, Wanda pushed her companion backwards and sat on her lap. "So what are you going to do..."

"Talking."

Wanda and Natasha were surprised at the statement. Natasha even more so. She wants to talk? She talks enough in one day..Wanda, however, was fed up. She had to bring in money. So she got up and was about to leave when she felt a hand around her wrist and was pulled back.

"Hey, I'm not too happy about this as you are, understand? I'd have better things to do than to get into it with a-" Wanda knew this behavior, "A slut to-"

"Wow, Hey! Did- Did you just interrupt me?" Her tone was so intense that Wanda's memory lingered, "I'm sorry..." Wanda knew people like her and knew what they wanted to hear.

"That's better. Now talk." Wanda was a bit intimidated by the other woman, after all.

Natasha understood this and reached into her pants pocket to throw her money bag on the table.

"There's five hundred dollars in there. It's yours if you start talking, now."

Wanda was baffled, why would a strange woman want to give her money for talking? In a fucking strip club!

"What do you want to know?!" She half shouted out loud.

"How much do you make here?" Natasha had a plan. Wanda looked down nervously, as Natasha kept a finger roaming on her thigh the whole time. "A hundred dollars." Natasha continued to look at her, "Per day? That's-"

"Per hour..." Wanda interrupted the other woman again and Natasha had to nod, "One hundred dollars an hour. That's quite a bit..." Wanda had to laugh at that, "If things ever go well..." Wanda was uncomfortable because she knew what Natasha must think about her.

"Hey, you don't have to be uncomfortable, okay? I'd rather see you with me than with any kinky men out there. Even if it's just talking." Wanda couldn't agree more. She had been doing the job here for six months and had gotten used to it by now, but she still finds it more comfortable with a woman.

"What's on your mind?" She now asks the younger woman and Wanda held back, "Well..you..you're so caring..that's new." caring? Natasha is everything, but definitely not that.

"What makes you say that? You don't even know my name."

"I just know the one sitting under me-" Wanda interrupts herself, knowing how that must sound, and a little later she found herself spinning and now underneath Natasha. "You think it's better that way?" Despite the serious tone, she had gently put the younger woman down and Wanda found herself smiling, "Maybe..." Despite all this, she had to fulfill her quotas today, so away with the thoughts and hello pleasure.

Thus, Wanda lay down more relaxed and further behind on the bed, and Natasha understood immediately. "Wanda..that's your name, isn't it? You don't have to do that..." Natasha knew that once she started, she couldn't be stopped. Definitely not today.

"I'm all yours."

And now it's over. Natasha fell over her and attacked her neck. Natasha's grip on Wandas waist tightened and her controlling movements on Wanda's body quickened. "Fuck." She could feel her underwear slowly getting soaked through her clothes.

Natasha was now right on top of her, watching every single reaction from the other woman. "You're so beautiful, you know that? You don't belong here.." Natasha's hand lowered, her lips still glued to Wanda's neck, She unbuttoned her jeans and opened them. Her hand roamed over the fabric of the jeans and underwear.

Natasha kept at her multitasking and slid her hand further down, her middle and ring fingers stopping at Wanda's clit and gently pressing on it, making her gasp again. Natasha began to move her fingers and smiled at the way Wanda opened her legs wider to allow her greater space. Her pussy was already wet, though Natasha hadn't even begun...She let out a little whimper as Natasha's fingers touched the sore spot each time. "G-God please!!!" Natasha just laughed, “Natasha is enough too and..don't be so impatient, detka..”

Natasha now continued down to her knees herself. Wanda looked down at her and Natasha stuck out her tongue and placed a single kiss, on her clit. Wanda's immediate reaction was to close her legs, but Natasha's grip on her thighs, prevented her from doing so, "N-Natasha- fuck...pleaseee!"

Her hips began grinding with her synchronized movements, so Natasha was barely a moment away from her. Natasha's own moans sent vibrations through Wanda's entire body, "Hah! Nat-a, I'm-" And with those words everything stopped, "N-No! Why did you stop-" The words were cut off by her slender fingers disappearing into Wanda's pussy and slowly penetrating.

"You know, Wanda.. I'm not going to stop so easily once I start." And she rams into her. Natasha didn't care if the rooms were soundproof or not. She needed this just as much as Wanda did.

Thus Natasha gathered all her pressure into her hand and held Wanda by the back of her shoulders to keep her from sliding too far, "F-fuck, I can't do this!" Natasha had to laugh at the statement,

"You can, now take it."

"O-OhhH!!!" Natasha hammers into her and was able to get close as well, as Wanda's sounds are so fucking intense... "Fuck, I can't get enough of you..." Wanda wanted to agree but couldn't as her thoughts made no sense. "That's right, shit! Come on, show me how good I make you feel...tell me how good I am!"

Wanda's breathing quickened and she gripped the bedsheets to keep from falling completely.

"I- C-Coming..please let me come..!" Natasha breathed into her, "Even manners.." She whispered to herself.

"PLEASE!!!"

Who was Natasha to just refuse such a plea? She gave more pressure and a little later Wanda fell completely over Natashas fingers. "Wow..You needed that, huh?" Wanda tried to calm herself down, "H-How..How did you do that with just your fingers?" She looked to her and saw Natasha take her fingers and licked them clean, "I can do more than that, little one..That was just a taste..”

Maybe a part 2?

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