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Best Friend’s Mom
Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader
You wake up next to your best friend’s mom and she begins to seduce you
Warnings: 18+ please! Smut! Kissing, cursing, oral (R receiving), thigh riding, Wanda being a complete milf
Note: I woke up thinking about this. Enjoy!
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You wake up to the feeling of someone brushing up against you. Her breasts rub against your back as her arm comes around your body.
You’d slept over at your best friend’s house, but this isn’t her. You glance at her hand to see a wedding ring and those hands you would recognize anywhere.
It’s Wanda. Your best friend’s mom. When had she gotten in the bed with you? You try to recount last night’s events but you’re not able to.
Wanda rubs her hand over your arm. You turn slightly in her embrace to look at her.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Wanda says. She’s acting like this is completely normal.
“Hey Ms. Maximoff,” you say. You’re quite dumbfounded by the whole thing.
But god, she looks so beautiful in the mornings. You’ve had a crush on her for years, but that always seemed childish to you. She was never going to like you back or risk her relationship with her daughter to be with you. Plus, she was a church going lady. She wouldn’t ever go for it.
Wanda smiles at you, noticing you’re having a lot of internal turmoil. You look away from the golden smile. It’s too perfect. It’s then that you notice you’re in her bedroom. Not your friend’s.
“You couldn’t sleep last night,” Wanda offers an explanation when she sees your confusion. “So, I offered to let you sleep with me. You know, just to calm you down.”
“Oh, um- thank you, Ms. Maximoff.”
“Please honey, you can call me Wanda. We have slept together now,” Wanda says.
You feel your entire body heat up at her words even though you know what she meant.
Wanda likes that you haven’t made a move to get out of her embrace yet. She even dares to pull you a little closer.
“Y/n,” Wanda begins. “My daughter has already gone to work for the day.”
“Okay. I’ll just be on my way,” you say, finally making an attempt to leave but Wanda pulls you back towards her.
She leans down over you from the side and it’s then you notice her nightgown. It’s loose in the front allowing for her breasts to be almost on full display for you by the way she’s leaning. Wanda smiles amusingly.
“I think you should stay here and we can do something about this crush of yours,” Wanda explains.
“I- it’s not-“
“Shh, it’s okay baby,” she says. She places a hand on your cheek. Her long fingers brush against your face. “I’ve seen you looking at me for years now. No sense in denying it. Am I right, sweetheart?”
“Yes- yes ma’am,” you say.
“Oh those manners,” Wanda chuckles. “I love them.”
You can’t help but preen a little at the praise. You feel it in your heart and so many other places. Wanda shifts to move closer to your face. Her breasts rest against your chest.
“I’ve been looking at you too, y/n. You’ve grown into such a beautiful woman,” Wanda says. You don’t reply and Wanda grabs your chin. “Don’t lose those manners on me now.”
“Sorry!” You say quickly, not wanting whatever this is to stop. “Thank you for the compliment, ma’am.”
“That’s a good girl,” Wanda says. “Now, this can happen a couple of different ways.”
You swallow thickly in anticipation of what ‘this’ is. But you’re ready.
“I’m going to kiss you now. If you hate it, we’ll stop. If you don’t hate it, we’ll keep going. And I’d really like to see that body of yours under mine, so please don’t hate it,” Wanda says.
Her words are calculated, like she’s been planning this. Or at least she thought of it before.
“I won’t hate it,” you assure her. That’s all she needs to have the confidence to start.
Wanda leans down and kisses your lips. She starts slow, pulling the softest moans from you by just kissing your lips. When her tongue licks against your lips, you feel like you could explode beneath her. Nothing has ever felt so good.
“Have you never had a woman’s tongue in your mouth, y/n?” Wanda asks you.
You wonder how she has with such a reputation as a perfect Christian she maintains. Everyone in town knows Wanda is a dedicated servant of the Lord.
“No ma’am,” you answer, breathless from her kisses.
“Me either,” Wanda admits. Oh, that changes things. “Only my husband’s and he’s been gone a long time.”
Wanda’s husband died years ago from an illness. You remember holding your best friend’s hand as she cried over her father. The reminder is almost enough to make you stop this, but Wanda keeps talking.
“I really need to do this, okay? You understand right, baby? I’m still so lonely and depraved,” Wanda says, revealing a more vulnerable side of this. She wasn’t just attacking you with affection for your sake. But also hers.
“Yes ma’am, I understand. Do whatever you want to me,” your words slip out. You want to cringe, but Wanda just grins wickedly.
This time, she kisses you while using her tongue. You use yours too as per her want for it. You and Wanda kiss for a long time before your hands begin to wander.
You grab her waist and pull her further on top of you. She gasps at the movement but recovers quickly. Wanda moves her kisses to your neck as her hands reach under your shirt hem.
“I want to see more of you,” Wanda says. She shifts her hips down to yours so she can lift your shirt off. She’s pleased you hadn’t slept with a bra on. Her hands immediately move over your breasts. Her fingers grip already hardened nipples.
You bunch her night down up at her waist and pull it further up her body. You knew she worked out, having seen her leaving the gym a few times, but nothing prepared you for seeing her perfectly toned body.
“You’re so beautiful,” you find yourself breathing out.
Wanda looks at you through her long eyelashes. She smiles softly, appreciating the compliment.
You sit up and take the nightgown off of Wanda. She’s bare underneath. Not even panties adorn her body.
“Fuck,” you mumble.
“That’s quite the language for a sweet girl like you,” Wanda says, her tone a bit scolding.
“Sorry ma’am,” you say. But you’re not.
Wanda makes the move to bring your hands to her breasts. She keeps her hands on yours as you massage them and play with her nipples.
What she doesn’t expect is when you lean in and take the nipples in your mouth one at a time. You suck on them. Wanda’s head falls back in pleasure as she grips your shoulders to stay upright.
“Oh, baby. Keep going,” Wanda says. “That feels so good.”
You keep it up while Wanda begins grinding against your leg. You can feel her wetness pooling onto your thigh and helping her continue to move against you.
“I’ve imagined this so many times,” Wanda says. “You and me sneaking around and having sex.”
“Mhm,” you mumble against her chest. You’ve imagined it too.
“So many nights I- fuck-“ Wanda tries to keep talking, but her orgasm begins washing over her.
You keep sucking her nipples and holding the back of her hips as she comes against you. Her moans are musical as she reaches her high and comes back down.
Wanda rests her forehead against your shoulder. You rub her back softly and rest your head in her neck.
“You did so good, Ms. Maximoff,” you say, keeping that name for her.
“Hmm, thank you baby,” Wanda says.
“What were you going to say earlier?” You ask her.
“When?”
“You said so many nights,” you supply. “So many nights what?”
“Oh,” Wanda says.
She’s recovered now and she pulls away from your shoulder. She takes your face between her hands and kisses your lips soundly.
“I was going to say so many nights I had to fuck myself and pretend it was you so I could get off,” Wanda says.
Your eyes go wide at her words. And you feel the unresolved ache between your legs strengthen once again.
“Um- what did you imagine?” You ask.
Wanda makes an adorable thinking face and you realize it is more than just physical attraction you feel for her all the time. It’s really that you love everything she does.
“I imagined you’d eat me out,” Wanda says. “And then I’d do the same for you. Sometimes I’d imagine you wearing a strap and making me feel so good.”
“Fuck, Ms. Maximoff,” you say. “I hope I can live up to that.”
“You will, baby. I’d like to eat you out now,” Wanda says. “May I?”
“Yes ma’am,” you say, anticipation somehow calming your nerves.
Wanda slides down your body and leaves kisses as she goes. She makes you feel worshipped in every move.
“All of this for me?” She asks as she reaches your wet underwear. She slips them down your legs and dives in.
Wanda kisses your pussy before she switches to licking. She seems to know what she’s doing and you wander how.
“Mmm, all of this wet pussy is for me?” Wanda asks. She wants a reply.
“Yes ma’am. All for you, Ms. Maximoff,” you say.
“Try again,” she instructs.
“Oh- um-“ you stumble out. She goes back to work while you figure it out. “All for you, Mommy?”
“Good girl,” Wanda says. You got it right.
You lay back on the bed as Wanda takes your clit in her mouth. She’s enjoying this, having you all wrapped up in her.
“Fuck, mommy. I’m going to come,” you say. Wanda picks up her pace, sucking your clit like it’s her favorite thing in the world.
Soon, you’re coming for her. She revels in it, licking you clean and taking her time kissing back up your body.
Wanda kisses your lips at last and you can’t help but smile into the kiss. She does the same.
“That was everything I thought it would be,” Wanda says, a content sigh falling from her mouth. She lays next to you in bed and you two look at each other.
“Even better,” you say. “Let’s do it again sometime?”
“Why not right now?” Wanda asks.
You won’t argue with that. You let her kiss you deeply again and you tangle your hands in her hair.
You’ve never been so glad you went to over to your friend’s house.
And Wanda doesn’t regret convincing you to sleep with her the night before, even though you don’t remember the red tendrils telling you to go to her room.
That day it was all your choice. She just decided you needed a little push.
One day maybe she’ll tell you there’s magic coursing through her veins, but for now you’ll sneak around and sleep with her again and again.
#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff#milf!wanda#wanda maximoff smut#wanda maximoff comfort#I really loved this idea#hope y’all do
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Thinking about babysitter!reader fucking Wanda in the back of her mini van.
(Also, this is only a fic request if you want it to be! Otherwise, enjoy the imagery😌)
Love your work btw<3
warnings: power bottom!Wanda, service top!r, amab!r, semipublic sex, age gap relationship
thank you for the compliment :) I hope you enjoy this! also shout-out to @wndaswife for inspo. PLEASE GO READ HER POWER BOTTOM WANDA FIC IT'S SOOO GOOD
Though you took pride in being a good role model for all the young children you babysat, you found yourself in a situation that could only be described as scandalous.
Wanda Maximoff, the mother of two wonderful twin boys and a pillar of the community, was pinned beneath you and almost entirely nude in the back of her Honda. The fact it was in the parking lot of an abandoned mall certainly didn't help. It would be a lie to say you didn't see it coming. You and Wanda had truly only been together a few weeks. The increasingly scandalous outfits and jokes at the expense of your virginity were a dead giveaway about how she was feeling. You were shocked it didn't happen sooner.
"Oh, you'd be as red as a tomato if you heard what the other moms around town wanna do to that pretty face of yours."She whispered with the same drawl that got you into this whole mess. It was easier to fall in love with her again than it was to tell her no. The hand stroking down the length of your shaft was relentless. "Especially that little nose of yours." Wanda guided your tip up and down her slit until you were practically shaking. "But you only want your mommy, isn't that right?"
You nodded frantically. "Just you, I promise." Your admission earned you the privilege of burying yourself inside of the warmth of Wanda's cunt, but you hesitated to take advantage of it. "D-don't I need a condom?" You asked foolishly. You were still so careful and nervous about everything. "And isn't it a crime to have sex in public? I'd hate for you to —"
Wanda wrapped one of her legs around your waist and pulled you forward. A low moan fell from her lips as you slid inside of her. "If I wanted you to wear a condom, I would've brought you one." She pulled you in for a kiss just as she started moving her hips against you. "Don't worry about that, okay? Just focus on making me feel good." One of her hands moved down to guide your hips into the pace she wanted. "That's it, nice and slow for mommy."
A low whine escaped your lips. "Mommy, you feel so good." You mumbled out in a daze. Nothing could ever truly compare to the feeling of Wanda's walls sucking you deeper inside of her. The confidence that you had built up weeks in advance meant nothing at that moment. You were nothing more than a pet for your lover to boss around and tease. "You're so warm," You whimpered. An unusual stroke of boldness took over as you began to grope at Wanda's chest. The mound of soft flesh felt heavenly in your hand. You were tempted to lean down and suck on it.
"You can be rough, baby. I want you to hurt me." There was an edge of excitement in her voice. It only grew as you began tugging on her nipples. "Fuck, just like that!" Wanda's moans had become increasingly broke and desperate. "I can feel you twitching baby. Are you gonna cum?" She purposely clenched around you tighter as you shook your head. "Are you sure? Mommy won't be upset if you do."
You clenched your eyes shut and tried focusing on the rhythm. "No Mommy, I can hold it. I promise." You weren't entirely confident in that statement. Your fingers abandoned Wanda's nipples and opted to focus on her clit instead. The bundle of nerves was almost too wet for you to properly stimulate.
Wanda was endeared by your sacrifice and was more than willing to test the stamina she knew you didn't have yet. However, the trunk of her car wasn't the most ideal place to do that. She hooked her ankles together behind your back. Her hips rolled against yours desperate to squeeze every last drop of cum out of you. "I'll tell you when I want you to hold it, but right now mommy wants you to fill her up. Can you do that?"
Of course, you could do that. Rope after rope of your cum painted Wanda's walls until you had nothing to give. Feeling her cunt flutter and gush around your dick was almost too much. You buried your face into Wanda's neck, embarrassed by how much was coming out of you. "I'm sorry, it won't stop," You mumbled weakly. You would've had to pull out at some point, but you started to dread the mess to come actively.
Wanda affectionately rubbed your back and whispered praises in your ear as you shook on top of her. "You did such a good job for Mommy," She coed. Her fingers tangled into your hair and played with it while you slowly caught your breath. "I know it feels good but we still have errands to run, remember?"
The groan you made as you pulled out didn't go unheard, but it was a bit upsetting to have the moment interrupted. You wiped yourself off then got dressed. It wasn't until you finished dressing yourself that you realized Wanda's problem."Are…are you going to the store like that?" Your eyes were immediately drawn to the already ruined panties. "Aren't you worried it'll leak out?"
Wanda shook her head as she climbed out of the van. "If that happens, you'll just have to use that pretty mouth of yours to lick it up."
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Milf!Wanda looking at you peacefully sleeping after the dirty nasty sex the two of you had the night before
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Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Just some thoughts I had about mean MILF Wanda. She hates it when someone breaks her rules and she makes sure you pay dearly.
Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, masturbation, punishment, overstimulation, use of vibrator, restraints, Mommy!Kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader
I'm in a mood today and I was just thinking about mean MILF Wanda. She's had some errands to run and left you home alone, only to find you touching yourself and she's so quick in tying you up to the bed, a vibrator attached against your hip on a rope. She knows how scared you are of the vibrator, especially because it feels so intense and overwhelming. She can see the fear in your eyes already and she hasn't turned it on yet.
You beg so prettily for her not to do it, but all your pleading falls on deaf ears. You should have thought of that, before you broke one of her rules.
When she's secured you well enough and turned on the vibrator, she turns to leave.
"Mommy! Where are you going?" You sound so affected, squrming with the way the vibrator works you mercilessly.
"Well, you had no problem touching yourself all alone." She says with an almost evil smirk on her face. "I'll come get you later." She shrugs, closing the door behind her and leaving you in the empty room with nothing but the sound of the vibrator and your whimpers that are getting louder.
By the time she comes back, you're a crying mess, pussy overstimulated and aching and you just plead and plead for her to let you go.
"Please, Mommy, I'll never do it again! Please! I'll be so good! I'll do anything!"
Wanda only smirks, letting you beg her a little longer, just so she can fully enjoy you in this state, before, she finally clicks the off switch.
"There. Better?" She asks, much gentler now. "Cuddles or bath, baby?" She asks, soft hands stroking your hair, so happy to take care of you after what she'd put you through.
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Of course, in this scenario, she absolutely has a baby monitor hidden in the room and she always listens on the other end, looking at the little screen often, to make sure that you wouldn't get hurt. She would never put you in any danger, but you don't have to know that...
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Calm You Down
Pairing: Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Smut. Cheating, Cursing, Dildo, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Lube, Mommy Kink, Oral, (Reader Receiving), Praise, and Spitting.
Word Count: 2,006
Summary: After an argument with your boyfriend Tommy, his Mom comes in to help you feel better.
A/N: No disrespect to Tommy, he just had to be the victim in this story. Hope You Enjoy!
The tension instantly grew thick in the living room as you and Tommy walked through the door. Y'all have been arguing for about 15 minutes in the car after deciding to go out on a small date.
The waitress was doing nothing, but flirting with him and he seemed to flirt back as if you weren't there on a date. "You were flirting with her and you know it!" You yelled, slamming the door behind you.
Tommy let out a frustrated sigh, his hand running across his face. "I wasn't flirting with her! Don't be mad at me because of your insecurities." Your mouth dropped open, a scoff following after it. "My insecurities? I'm not the one flirting with another person while their partner is sitting right in front of them!" You yelled.
You didn't even realize that your voice was getting that loud until Tommy's Mom, Wanda entered the room with a confused look. "Woah, what's all this yelling out here?" Wanda's calm voice asked. You whipped around, feeling all anger slowly disappear as you saw what she was wearing.
She wore a nice baby pink silk robe, the obvious matching bra and pants set almost see-through.
“Y/n’s being jealous because apparently I was 'flirting with the waitress' at the restaurant we went to." The thoughts of Wanda disappeared as you snapped back to the argument. "He was flirting with her. She even left her number in the recipient and you put it in your pocket! You don't ever keep restaurant recipients!" Tommy closed his eyes.
He was trying to calm himself down, but you were really pushing him. "I'm so done with you! When you wanna stop being insecure, come back to me, but until then, don't think about texting or calling me!" Tommy ended his sentence, grabbing his car keys, and slamming the door, pictures of his family on the wall shaking slightly from the force.
It was now quiet in the room as you stood there, tears falling from your eyes. You know he didn't break up with you, otherwise he would've flat out said that, but it still hurt.
Your small sniffles were the only thing heard in the room until Wanda’s voice spoke. "Detka, you can stay here if you want." (Baby) You slowly turned around to her, your teary eyes making her heart hurt. "Oh no, I don't wanna be a bother, and Tommy already said it. He doesn't want me here until I get my act together. Imma just go home."
You started to walk towards the door, but Wanda took small, quick steps, gently grabbing your wrist. "Detka, please stay. I'll help you calm down, come on." This time you didn't protest as Wanda took you to her room, carefully setting you on her bed. She pulled you into her chest, letting you cry in her arms.
You and Tommy don't argue often especially not in front of his Mom, so her seeing that made you feel like such a bad girlfriend. "I-I'm sorry about that." You sniffled, wiping your nose. Wanda's eyebrows scrunched down, reaching over to her nightstand and grabbing a tissue.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. Everyone has their arguments, it I just hate seeing you cry. You're way too pretty to be crying like this. Such a pretty girl." Wanda praise, her soft fingers wiping the tears from your eyes. You looked up at her, a small pout in your lips.
You looked so adorable to her. She can't believe she has you in her room, on her bed, and she's gonna make sure it stays that way.
Her hand carefully trailed down your body, her hands stopping at your chest, gently gripping your clothed breasts. You gasped, jumping in her hold. "M-Ms Maximoff-" Wanda quickly quieted you, her index finger coming to your lips. "It's Mommy."
That one word had you squeezing your thighs and Wanda noticed, a small smirk coming to her lips. Her hand carefully pulled your top down, her smile growing even wider at the sight of your chest.
You quickly covered yourself up, scooting away from her. "Ms- Momm- Wanda, this is wrong!" Your stuttering on names made Wanda laugh loudly.
You looked so scared, so nervous you'll get caught. "I know baby, but I can't resist you. The way Tommy treats you is terrible, and I think you just need to calm down and have some fun." You thought about it for a moment and realized she was right.
Sometimes Tommy treats you wrongly and you see the way Wanda looks at you, but you're not innocent either. The thoughts you have of her at night while sleeping next to Tommy, the thoughts you have of her when having sex with her son is terrible. Sometimes you wish it was her.
“I can hear your thoughts, Y/n. I know what you think of me, so don't sit here and try to act like the good girl in this situation. You want this just as much as I do." You were so distracted by her words that you didn't see the red spirals spinning around you.
Then, it was like a switch flipped on you as you obeyed her. "I know, I want you so bad, Mommy." Wanda smiled sweetly, pushing you on your back. "I know you do, moya lyubov, just let me have a taste of you first." (my love) She said, her hands making quick work to pull your pants down
She gasped as she saw your white panties, a small bow tied in the front. "So cute." She muttered, snapping her fingers. You were naked now, the cool air making you shiver.
Your nipples became erect as Wanda's hands reached up to play with them. She pinched one, a whine coming from you. "Mommy, please-" Wanda knew what you were pleading for. You wanted her to touch you, to play with you.
Wanda widely spread your legs, the sight of your cunt, making her moan. "You look so pretty like this." You looked down, watching as she leaned down and licked from your hole to your clit. You moaned, body jumping slightly at the feeling of her warm tongue.
She then tested the water, pushing two fingers inside, seeing how deep they went. Wanda practically groaned seeing the way your cunt sucked up her fingers. When she pulled them out, her eyes darkened at the wetness of your juices on her fingers.
They were drenched!
Wanda was quick to pop them in her mouth, a moan spilling from her lips. "Oh fuck, you taste so good, baby." Wanda said, leaning down and instantly sucking on your clit. You let out a pathetic cry, back arching slightly. "Wanda-" You mewled, hands gripping the sheets.
You wouldn't dare stop her and by the sounds of her down between your legs, you don't think she'll stop either. She was licking and slurping your cunt, groaning, and muttering incomprehensible babbles.
She pulled back from you, a trail of her saliva hanging in the air as she pushed a finger deep inside you. She pushed and pulled at it, watching your face change into different stages of pleasure. Your head was thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth wide open.
It was all taken away when Wanda pulled back, your whines filling the room. "W-Wanda? Mommy, w-why did you-" You didn't get to finish your sentence as you cut yourself off seeing Wanda get up and go to the closet.
She soon came out with a red dildo in hand, wiggling it as you watched with big eyes. "What? Never seen a cock this big?" She teased, thinking back to her son.
Yes, Wanda loves her son, but the way he treats you is awful, and he doesn't deserve someone as good as you. It was obvious the waitress was flirting with Tommy and instead of comforting you, he encouraged it. That was the biggest mistake he could ever make
"Stay still for me." Wanda ordered, grabbing some lube from her dresser. You watched as she squirted some lube on her finger before rubbing it over the dildo, getting it nice and shiny.
She stroked it as if it was a real cock, biting her pink lips seductively while staring at your naked form. "I would've fucked you, but my harness isn't with me right now." She pouted, rubbing circles with the tip of the dildo around your entrance.
“And since I put lube on this, it should just... slide right in." Just as she said that, she pushed the head of the dildo at your hole, letting it easily slide deep in you. You gasped at this feeling.
This felt different compared to her long fingers.
You felt fuller.
Wanda began to slowly push the dildo in and out, a smile coming to her face. She knew you'd be such a good girl for her. You let out small moans, looking down, watching as the dildo disappeared in you. "That feel good, yeah baby?" You nodded your head while whining as she continued the pace.
You gently bucked your hips, attempting to meet the small pushing of the dildo, and Wanda allowed that. You deserved nothing, but pleasure, especially after the huge argument you just went through.
Her thumb came to your clit, playfully rolling it, causing you to clench down in the rubber. "Fuck- mommy!" You cried out, gripping the dark red bed sheets. Wanda's eyes grew darker at the title, increasing the pace.
She wishes she had her harness so she could physically fuck you. About 2 weeks ago Wanda had bought a harness for her strap on, planning to finally get you in her bed, but her best friend, Natasha, needed it, so she generously handed it over, but now she regretted it.
Your legs began to slowly close, the pleasure getting too much for you. To be honest, Tommy isn't very nice when it comes to sex. He's all about him, a couple of thrusts and done, but right now Wanda's giving you body that attention you've wanted and needed.
Wanda quickly took notice, and harshly pushed your legs apart. "Keep your legs open for me. Need to see your pretty, pretty cunt." Wanda said, leaning down and slowly licking your clit. You both moaned in sync, Wanda moaning from the taste of your sweet juices. With the dildo and her mouth all on your cunt, your release was coming soon.
Desperately, you bucked your hips forward, meeting the thrusts of the dildo. "That's it, move those hips faster, love." Wanda encouraged you. Your moans grew louder as the sounds of your wet pussy were made known in the air.
“I- I'm gonna- cum." You whined, body shaking slightly. Wanda was smiling big, watching as your eyes rolled back and legs shook. She watched very carefully, taking in your facial expressions as you came.
You looked so beautiful.
She guided you from your high, slowly pushing the dildo in and out of you before pulling out. Your cum dripped out your cunt, a glob falling onto her sheets. Wanda was quick to scoop the cum up and bring it to her mouth, a satisfied moan coming from her at the taste of your release.
You didn't see that part, too busy trying to recover from your high, but you did see her popping the dildo in her mouth, sucking the cum off it. That made you whine, clenching down on air.
Wanda lightly chuckled, putting the dildo on her nightstand and scooting closer to your tired, fucked out body. "You did so good for me, moya lyubov.” (my love) She praised you, running a hand through your hair, and lightly scratching your scalp with her long nails.
You let out a sigh, closing your eyes slowly. Wanda felt happy that she was able to calm you down and now that she had you where she wanted, she was gonna make sure you stayed with her forever, and away from the man she calls her son.
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The Woman Nextdoor - mommy!wanda x fem neighbor!reader
Wanda was new to the neighborhood. After a long and painful divorce from Vision, what she and her boys needed was a fresh start. That start came in the shape of four green walls, a white front door, and a fenced in backyard. What she didn’t know was that her new start would also come in the shape of you.
warnings: 18+ content, sexual themes and language, age gap, blood.
6.6k words, kinda slow burn, it's worth it tho!
this is my first fic, hope u like it :)
Wanda was new to the neighborhood. After a long and painful divorce from Vision, what she and her boys needed was a fresh start. That start came in the shape of four green walls, a white front door, and a fenced in backyard. What she didn’t know was that her new start would also come in the shape of you.
Sunday Night, two days after moving in.
“Alright boys, I know you’re probably nervous for tomorrow, starting at a new school and all, but just know that Mommy is so proud of you both for being so brave throughout this whole thing. I know we are all going to be so happy here, and I know you’re going to love your new school. I can already tell that you’re both going to have so many friends by the end of this week. It’s going to be good, okay?”
Billy and Tommy looked at each other, and then at their mother. The brothers knew how stressed their mom was, and they both wanted to be strong for her, especially now that their Dad was gone. Despite their fears, they smiled courageously for their mother and nodded in agreement with her sentiments.
“Okay, good. If either of you need anything tonight you know I’m just down the hall.”
Wanda put the boys to bed, kissed them goodnight, and went downstairs. She walked into her unfurnished and undecorated kitchen in search of some wine. She found some, thankfully, and sat down on their new couch in their new living room, in this new town, with everything new. Her worries about the boys and school tomorrow washed away somewhat after her second class. Wanda knew she should stop herself after two, remembering what more than 3 glasses did to her.
It had been 6 months since Wanda had been touched by another, despite her separation from Vision only being 2 months ago. For some reason Wanda couldn’t name, she poured herself another glass. The boys were asleep and she desperately needed some relief from the copious amounts of stress clinging to her back and shoulders. The red from her wine began to dance its way into her cheeks, leaving her face very warm. That flushed feeling was growing, and it was quickly traveling down her tired body. Wanda placed her glass down on her new coffee table, and unbuttoned her jeans. Her un-manicured nails slid down into her underwear. She felt herself, her own wetness, and a grunted moan slipped out. She threw her other hand over her mouth…and she kept going. Thinking of nothing but that familiar feeling, one she thought she may have lost, came crashing back to her. It soon sent her tumbling over the edge, as she pumped herself full of her own two fingers, using her thumb to play with her clit, breathing heavily into her hand.
Wanda dumped the last sips of her glass in the sink and went to her new bedroom. She laid in bed, drunk, exhausted, and alone.
Monday Morning, three days after moving in.
“Remember, if at any point something happens you just go and find Ms. Maddie. She’ll help you, and she can call me in an emergency.”
Wanda waved her boys off as they were carried away on the school bus. As she stood there, and the bus disappeared from sight, something caught her eye on the other side of the street. You replaced the image of the bus, as you stood outside and washed your car. Wanda observed your bikini top and jean shorts, looking like Miss Americana. She stood mesmerized as you bent over to dip your sponge deep in the bucket; she watched you flip your hair as you brought the sponge back up to the hood of the red convertible, in what she assumed was your driveway. All those feelings from last night came flooding back and before she knew what she was doing, she was calling out to you.
“Hi!”
You kept washing, headphones blaring as you scrubbed your beloved car, oblivious to the woman trying to get your attention. Wanda figured you must have not heard her, so she waved her hand and tried again.
“Hello! I’m Wanda, your new neighbor!”
You saw something moving frantically from the corner of your eye, which scared the shit out of you, you being a jumpy person since you were a kid. You quickly turn toward the motion while letting out a tiny yelp. Wanda had made her way over to you at this point, standing a few feet from you and your car.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.”
You took your headphones out to be greeted with the kindest smile you’d ever seen. Quickly collecting your thoughts, you threw your sponge in the bucket at your feet and look back at this new woman.
“Don’t worry about it, I startle easily. Uhm…My name is y/n. What did you say your name was again?” You asked, wanting to know more about this new, insanely beautiful character who stood before you.
“Wanda,” she breathed out with a certain softness, “me and my boys moved in a few days ago right across the street.”
This woman was absolutely, breathtakingly, painfully beautiful. Her auburn hair was tied up in a loose bun behind her head—effortless and stunning. Her shirt highlighted her breasts so nicely, you had to look, just for a second. She wore jeans that hugged her in all the right places, and low-top sneakers like someone your age would wear. She was gorgeous, and she was talking to you, which meant you needed to pull it together and talk back.
“Oh! So that’s why I don’t recognize you. I definitely would remember someone like you.”
Wanda smirked at your confidence. She admired you already, and couldn’t help but think how beautiful you were. She also couldn’t help but think of all the things she wanted to do to/with you.
“Thank you y/n, you’re very sweet.”
You blushed at the subtle praise, already realizing what deep shit you were in if this woman lived literally across the street from you. It dawned on you that she could be visible from just the opening of your curtain, and thus, you could be visible to her, too.
Wanda knew she had a chance here and now, so, with nothing else to lose, she took it.
“Well, we’re still trying to get situated and all moved in. It’s just me and the boys, so, if you have some free time, I’d really appreciate some help with the last of the boxes.”
Without hesitation, and in fear of her changing her mind or something equally as horrible, you answered her inquiry with embarrassing eagerness.
“Of course! I mean, yeah. Yes. Just let me know when and I’l be there. So long as I don’t have work, of course, and before I leave to go back to college, but that’s not for another three weeks, which you wouldn’t know–I’m rambling. Sorry. My answer is yes, Wanda, I’ll help you.”
Wanda reveled in your obvious flustered state from her proposal. She felt good knowing how eager you were to help her—to please her. It sent her reeling. She needed someone in her life like you, even just for a little bit. She craved any kind of love. You were shockingly beautiful and Wanda decided that not only did she need you, but that she just had to have you, no matter what it took. She would make you hers. Lucky for her, after only one interaction you wanted that too. You wanted very much to be hers.
“Perfect. Let me have your phone, sweetheart, so I can put in my number.”
You practically threw your phone at her, your hands still being wet from the sponge. You watched her hands work at the task at hand, typing her digits in, and marveled at her. Her hands, her arms, the way a certain vein popped out as she moved her thumb. You were finding it all incredibly sexy, and all she was doing was using a goddamn phone. You were fucked. She finished and handed your phone back to you, smiling seductively. As both of you held each end of your phone, she looked you up and down, unashamedly.
“And don’t be afraid to wear this little get up whenever you stop by.”
Before you could answer, Wanda spun on her heels and walked back to her new home, hips swaying the whole way. She swiftly made her way to her own front door. She had gotten
herself quite worked up after the whole interaction and needed to relieve some tension in the privacy of her own home. She left you there, absolutely dumbfounded, just as she had intended.
Wednesday Morning, five days after moving in.
Wanda woke up soaking wet after yet another dream of you beneath her, screaming out her name. This was becoming a recurring issue, one that Wanda needed to resolve soon. She didn’t have time to help herself out, as the clock told her it was time to wake up the boys for school. Thankfully, they were loving it so far, and Wanda could not have been more relieved. They had even asked to set up a play-date with a new friend they had made. Wanda’s heart filled with pride when she considered the resilience of Billy and Tommy. They were her life. Without them, she’d be nothing. She was so lucky to be their mother. This morning, however, she was wishing she could just have a little more time to herself before beginning her day. But alas, mothering is a full time gig. She got the boys up and ready, driving them to school and dropping them off with a kiss and hug goodbye. When she drove back, she realized that her mind had once again wandered to you. She wondered what you were doing, who you were with, what you were wearing… You were like a drug she swore she would only try once, but of course, became addicted. She hoped you were outside doing something when she got back, or your curtains were open and you were in your room. She wanted to see you, even if you didn’t see her. Luckily, she didn’t need to worry about that. You were outside laying on your lawn with a blanket and a notebook, scribbling in it with focus and beauty.
Wanda parked her car and immediately made her way over to you. Without a word, she sat down next to you. You looked at her, then back to your notebook to keep writing. You were trying to play it cool in front of the woman—nonchalant if you will. After a beat, she spoke.
“Tell me what you’re writing.”
“And why should I do that?” you teased back.
“Because I want you to, and you don’t want to make me sad.” She looked at you with some kind of evil puppy dog eyed look, and you were helpless.
“No, I guess I don’t.”
Your notebook contained shitty poetry and prose. Half-thoughts, diary entries, random notes. You had been working on a poem about a woman who looked coincidentally like Wanda, naturally.
“But” you continued “I can’t. It’s embarrassing.”
“Y/n”, she countered, “I promise it’s not. Please?”
“Why do you want to see so bad anyways?” you questioned, genuinely curious.
“Because I want to know more about you.”
With that, you melted. You would be embarrassed, but maybe she would find it endearing. You considered your options, and realized that you really only had one move here.
“Fine.”
She reached out to take the notebook from your hands, but you quickly swiped it behind your back.
“On one condition. You tell me something about yourself afterwards.”
Wanda playfully rolled her eyes, but agreed. You handed over the notebook, and she flipped to the most recent page. She read the beginning lines of a poem about a woman, with hair like fire and the magic of a saint. She was shocked. You were writing about her? Really? A smile graced over lips that she could not hide. She knew you’d never admit it was about her, but she also knew that it in fact was, meaning that you found her alluring. Opting to save you the embarrassment, she didn’t let you know directly that she knew, even though she was sure you assumed.
“This is beautiful, y/n, you have a real gift. This woman you're describing sounds beautiful.”
“She is.” You said quietly, looking down at the notebook she placed back in your lap.
“Okay then, I guess it’s my turn.”
You smiled up at her, forgetting your embarrassment with this opportunity to know more about your new neighbor.
“Anything specific you want to know?” she asked you.
“Nope. Tell me anything you want.”
Wanda loved your response. She loved that you were willing to take anything she gave you, clearly just happy to hear anything about her at all.
“Alright, dear. Let me think.”
Wanda looked at the sky, waiting for something interesting to dawn at her. You watched her red hair fall gently across her shoulders as her head tilted up. You saw her eyelashes flicker slightly as a bird flew above the two of you. You wished you could reach out and touch her—feel her warmth.
“When I was your age, I fell in love with a woman.”
Your jaw hit the floor with a loud thud. You had not expected her to say anything like that, yet, you were so unbelievably happy that she did.
“You’re going to catch flies, y/n” Wanda giggled through her words, amused at your surprise.
You closed your mouth quickly and cleared your throat.
“I like girls too, you know. Well, now you know. So what happened? To her, I mean.”
“I met my ex-husband. My whole life I was told I needed a husband, that I would die without one. So, Vision came around and offered me a stability that she couldn’t. I loved her more, so much more, but I chose him. I got my boys from it, so I’ll never regret the decision. I just wish things could have been different. No, I wish I had been different.”
“Wow, Wanda. I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry you went through that.”
Wanda could see your genuine concern for her in the furrow of your brow, and the twisting of your ring. It warmed her. She hadn’t felt that kind of care in a long time, it was refreshing. It also made her want you that much more.
“Thank you, honey. But don’t worry, that was a very long time ago. I’m a different person now.”
“Still, you must have missed her sometimes. Or atleast the touch of a woman. I know I would have.’
Your eyes widened at your own boldness. Why did you just say that? You barely know this woman. Before you could offer an apology, you realized she was laughing. You smiled.
“Yes, I suppose I did. I do.” Wanda smiled at you, and continued. “Especially lately now that it’s just me. I do miss the touch of a woman.” Wanda made fierce eye contact with you as she said this, taking a brief moment to look at your lips. She saw your cheeks get redder and redder, blushing at her innuendo. She smiled with you, enjoying the youthful, playful side you brought out of her. Both of you stared at each other. You suddenly noticed her leg touching yours, your pinkies brushing against one another. You looked back up at her, already looking at you. She was smiling, so damn beautifully. You instinctively leaned in. You couldn’t help yourself. She followed your actions, putting her hand over yours. Then…your phone rang.
You scrambled to pick it up and answer. As you spoke to your friend, calling over a stupid reason, Wanda took your notebook, ripped out a page, and scribbled a note with your pen. While you spoke and gesticulated with some annoyance, Wanda leaned to you and left a light kiss on your cheek. Your words stopped coming out, even though your mouth still moved. You watched Wanda wink at you, then get up and walk back over to her house, without looking
back. You told your friend you had to go. The note Wanda left flapped in the wind. Your heart leapt at the sight, and you quickly read it.
Thank you y/n. You made my day. I’ll see you soon.
Yours,
Wanda
Wanda watched you read her note through her window. She saw you clutch it your chest, and fall on your back, still holding it tightly. She giggled like a goddamn teenager. She really liked you, and she really wanted you. She wanted you to be hers.
Friday Afternoon, one week after moving in.
With two weeks left before you packed up your stuff and headed back to school, you were busy as a bee. This didn’t stop you, as you hoped it would, from thinking of Wanda. You’d developed a habit of checking your phone every five minutes, hoping she would text you and take you up on your offer to help out. You saw the piles of boxes in her garage, just yesterday, still unmoved. You figured it was only a matter of time. You refrained from making too many plans this week, in case she would call or text and you were all unavailable. You’d never forgive yourself. Thus, you stuck to your front porch, or your front lawn, which clearly had worked out for you.
You continued to do pre-class readings, sort out plane tickets, last minute roommate communications, etc.. Though it was your second year, you were still nervous to go back. Though, not even your back to school nerves kept your gaze focused on your task at hand. You were currently back out on your porch, watching the sun begin to set, as Wanda’s car rounded the corner and pulled into her driveway. The boys flew out of the car and into their backyard, immediately beginning to play with a soccer ball. They were happy to be done with their first week of school, no doubt. Wanda gracefully stepped out of her car and gathered her things. She glanced over toward your house, expecting to find you on the porch. When she was met with your gaze, obviously staring at her before she had looked at you, she beamed. She had been watching you through her window, without your knowledge, and the sight of you overjoyed her.
Some might find that behavior strange, but she loved it. At night, she’d open her curtains to find yours already opened. She enjoyed watching you as you danced around your room, talked to your friends (she tried to push her jealousy aside during those nights), cleaning up, or, her favorite, when you would touch yourself. She couldn’t wait to replace your hand with your own. There was also a part of Wanda that was still afraid of rejection. Vision had treated her like she was nothing—like she was completely useless. Those words stubbornly remained in her mind, but your beauty compelled her. She shut her car door and waved to you.
“Hey y/n! Mind helping me out with those boxes tonight? I want to have the weekend to relax.”
You couldn’t hide your smile if your life depended on it. You had been waiting for what felt like forever, (two days) and, though unlikely that Wanda would feel about you the way you felt about her, you had to try something tonight. If it didn't work out, you reasoned, you’d be gone soon enough and could forget about the whole thing.
“Yeah! Right now? Or later?” you asked.
“Now. It’s already 4 and this might take a while.”
You were up and across the street in record time. Your books were left on the porch steps, along with any dignity you had left.
“Thank you so much y/n, I really appreciate this” she said as she touched your arm with affection and gratitude. Chills spread from her point of contact over your whole body, and all you could do was nod and say “It’s really no problem, Wanda.”
“Good,” she said, “then let's get started.”
What you soon found out was that by “let’s” Wanda meant “you”. At first she started moving some things here and there, but it quickly became you who did all the heavy lifting and Wanda who praised you and asked if you needed anything. You, of course, were happy to comply.
“Wow, y/n. You’re stronger than I thought. Do you work out?”
You were flattered at the compliment, it sent a certain warmth through you.
“Uhm, yeah, sometimes. Not too much I guess. I’ve played sports all my life, so it probably comes from there.”
“Hmm” she hummed in acknowledgment “well you sure know how to put those hands to work.”
The box you were holding fell onto the ground with a startle. You were sure she didn’t mean it like that, but you couldn’t help but take it that way. Especially not after so many nights of imagining her saying something oh, so similar. You dropped down to pick up the box, proclaiming apologies for your clumsiness.
“No, leave it there. I’ve overworked you. The sun has gone down, and there are only a few more things. I can manage the rest tomorrow.”
“But what about your weekend of relaxation?” you asked playfully.
“Your wellbeing is much more important to me, y/n.”
You swallowed at that sentiment, and gave in.
“Well, alright then, if you’re sure.”
“I am. Now come inside with me, I’ll make you some dinner.”
“Oh, no Wanda you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. And, it’s the least I can do. I really have to insist.”
You were learning that there was really no point in arguing with Wanda, she seemed like a woman who knew what she wanted. However, even the woman’s intimidating demeanor could not rid of your playful nature.
“It depends. How good a cook are you?”
She fake gawked at your question, prompting a giggle from her. You swore you’d spend the rest of your summer trying to hear the sound of her laugh as much as possible.
“I guess you’ll just have to come inside and have a taste.”
Right away, Wanda regained the upper-hand. You liked the teasing and flirting that seemed to be happening.
“I guess I will then” you offered, running out of sly things to say.
The boys walked into the garage, asking their mother when dinner would be ready.
“Half-hour boys. Oh, and y/n will be joining us.”
“Cool! Y/n do you play soccer?” Tommy eagerly asked you.
“Yeah, actually, I do. Wanna play while your Mom cooks dinner?”
“Can we Mom?” They asked in unison.
“Really? You’re not tired of it yet? You’ve been playing all afternoon! And y/n is tired, I’ve been working her very hard out here.” Wanda looked at you and smiled, as if you and her had some kind of secret communication going.
“Please mom! We’re not tired!”
Wanda sighed and looked at you. “You’re sure?”
“I’d be happy to.”
Wanda watched you run off with her boys, and she felt something odd. She felt the need to care for you, to protect you. She had only had a few interactions with you, but she had a feeling this whole situation would be more involved than she had planned. You were so sweet, so innocent, so helpful. Wanda was saddened at the thought of you being with anyone else, or you leaving her to go to school. She knew that how these two weeks would go was up to her, if you wanted her like she wanted you. Tonight she was going to find out.
She was lost in her thoughts as she cooked dinner on auto-pilot, making plans for the two of you. She stirred the pot of sauce and imagined you in her bed, trying to be quiet lest to wake up Billy and Tommy. Before she went to call all of you in, she stood behind the sliding glass-door and watched the game the three of you were playing. She imagined a family, a loving home, but quickly pushed that feeling deep down. Even she knew it was too soon for that. She couldn’t handle another loss in that regard, and so she opened the door and called for dinner.
It was, of course, delicious. The three of you ate like animals, asking for seconds within minutes. Wanda twirled her pasta around her fork, watching you talk with her boys.
“Wanda?”
“Hmm?” she said, snapping back to reality.
“I said this is really good, thank you.”
“Well I’m glad you believe in my cooking now, y/n. You should know that I never disappoint.”
The boys continued talking to one another, but you had gone silent. There was no way Wanda wasn’t flirting with you. You didn’t want to ignore her signs and potentially lose the opportunity to be with this amazing woman, but you also didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. As a woman who likes other women, you were constantly aware of your female relationships and the potential of a female friend taking your affection as flirting, or predatory in some way. This held you back in the love department, but you weren’t stupid. This was flirting, and now that you were more comfortable around Wanda and her boys, you gained back your confidence.
“Well that’s good to know. I’ll have to test you on that some time.”
Wanda smirked. You were definitely reciprocating her advances. The boys finished their dinner and Wanda told them it was time for bed.
“But Mom! We wanna play with y/n! Plus our bedtime isn’t for another 20 minutes!”
“Boys, I’ve had a very long day. Can you please just listen to your Mommy?”
Wanda noticed your breath hitch at her use of the word. She smiled as she felt her own panties growing wetter.
Remembering their promise to each other to not make their mom more stressed, the boys sighed in defeat and headed upstairs, their mom following.
You stood there awkwardly, waiting for Wanda to return downstairs. You knew you shouldn’t leave, and you didn’t want to either. You wanted her to make a move so bad it hurt. You were confident, and you could flirt, but when it came to actual sex you needed to be led. Lucky for you, Wanda had a similar craving.
Wanda went to her bedroom and took off her clothes to reveal the lingerie set she had been wearing the whole day. She tied a see through robe-like cover around her, the same color black as her set, beautifully highlighting her scarlett locks. She walked down the stairs to you. She descended, and with each step, watched your eyes darken and your jaw drop more and more.
“Y/n…” she said, slowly walking over to where you stood in her kitchen, leaning on the counter.
“Yes Wanda” you said more like a statement and less of an answer to her vocation.
“Would you like to join me upstairs?”
“Yes, please.”
You didn’t mean to say please outloud, but you noticed what it did to Wanda. Her pupils grew and her hands found yours. She turned around and led you back upstairs to her bedroom. She opened the door and guided you toward her bed.
“Have you been thinking about me, y/n?”
“Yes” you truthfully answered.
“Yes, what?”
“I don’t…I don’t know” You pushed out in slight confusion.
“Yes you do, baby.”
All at once it hit you, like a wave of understanding, like some kind of enlightenment.
“...Mommy. Yes, mommy.”
“Now that’s a good girl.” She sat on her knees in front of you on her bed, you sitting with your back against her headboard. She slid her hands beneath your shirt up to your tits and began to lightly massage them. You tipped your head back slightly, pushing your chest deeper into her palm.
“I’ve been thinking about you too.”
A wave of heat struck you in the face. You looked at her, still finding it hard to believe this was happening at all.
“You have?”
“Oh, don’t act so innocent, sweetheart. I know you kept your curtains open on purpose. You wanted Mommy to see you playing with that pretty pussy. Isn’t that right, honey?”
“Yes, Mommy. I…I wanted you to see me.”
“I know, baby. Mommy knows how hard it must have been. Was I ignoring my baby girl?”
“Please, Wanda.”
Wanda rolled your nipple harshly, leaving you a gasping mess.
“That’s not my name, sweet girl.”
“I’m sorry. Mommy, please. Please touch me. I need you.”
“Look at you. So eager. You’ll take what Mommy gives you. Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Good. But baby,” she grabbed your face with both hands so you were looking her in the eye, “if at any point you want to stop, say the word “red”. Alright?”
“Okay.”
“Perfect. Now take your clothes off. Mommy wants to see you.”
You began to strip, dropping your clothes on her floor. Before you began to remove your underwear, Wanda stopped you.
“Wait, honey. Let Mommy do that.”
She stretched your legs apart a little, and ran a finger lightly over your covered cunt. She stopped at the wet spot that, to you, was growing embarrassingly big.
“Oh, poor baby” Wanda cooed and tutted. “I know you need Mommy so bad. I know it’s just so hard. Let me take care of my darling.”
Wanda slowly pulled down your panties, leaving them with the rest of your clothes on her floor. She smiled with pride at how desperate you were, how utterly needy. You were putty in her hands.
“But, what about you? I want to see you too.”
“I know baby, I know. Just let Mommy play with you first, okay? You want to be good for Mommy, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes I’ll be good.”
This was what you had been waiting for all week. The thought of disappointing Wanda brought tears to your eyes. You wanted her to take over you—to fill your senses so intensely that you could only see, hear, smell, taste, touch, all that was Wanda. You laid there obediently, waiting for Wanda to initiate whatever plans she had for you. To consider those plans in your head made you impossibly wet, just like any other thought you had of Wanda. Your stream of consciousness was interrupted by a light touch to your inner thigh. You looked down at Wanda who was looking at you, watching, and waiting for your reaction.
Wanda traced her finger up to your abdomen, marveling at your muscles tensing under her touch. She continued with both hands up to your chest, over your breasts, and up to your cheeks. Wanda hadn’t kissed you yet. She was waiting for this moment. The moment you were totally willing to submit to her, and then to finally lay her claim on you. You looked into her eyes then down to her lips, then back up at her eyes. She knew you wanted her to kiss you, and she knew you would wait for her to breach the gap. Watching your lip quiver in anticipation sent Wanda over the edge, finally, as she leaned in and connected her lips to yours. A tear fell from each eye down your cheeks, from pure joy. Her pillowy lips landed softly, lovingly on yours. Your hands went up to her cheeks, but hesitated before touching her. She smiled into your kiss and took your hands in her own, placing them on her own face. It confused you, but you didn’t think too much about it as your lips began to dance together. Wanda picked up the pace with a certain hunger, her tongue swiping your bottom lip asking for entrance. Immediately you opened for her, and moaned in neediness. You were still completely naked under her laced body, your pussy throbbing with anticipation and need. Wanda continued to kiss you passionately as you whined beneath her. You needed her. Wanda stopped suddenly. She sat back on her knees and held her hands toward you. You grabbed them and sat up looking at her. She pushed your hair behind your shoulders, gently, taking her time.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, y/n. Do you know that?”
“Thank you.” You didn’t know what to say, so you just turned your head into your shoulder.
She grabbed your chin so you were looking back at her. She kissed you again while pushing you back onto the bed.
“Mommy’s going to taste you now, and I’m going to make you cum over, and over, and over again, until I decide that you’ve had enough. Do you know why, y/n?”
“Why?” You ghosted, no more than a whisper.
“Because I own this pussy. No one touches it but me, and I am going to ruin it for anyone else.”
You moaned. Loudly. You were almost sobbing at this point. You were so deep in your own head that you were barely registering her words. All you could think about were her hands on your thighs, and her words whizzing around you.
Wanda heard your moan and watched in awe. She loved that sound. She needed to hear it again, right away. Wanda slipped a finger into you, watching you bury your face in the pillow. She didn’t move it at first, she only watched you squirm around her hand, trying to gain some friction.
“Patience, detka.” Wanda laughed in a low and evil tone. She began to go in and out, tortuously slow, watching you get worked up as she moved. She knew that after all this time you would be close from just these few movements. She added another finger, and began to pick up the pace, just enough to get your hopes up, before she slowed back down again. It was torture. It was marvelous. You could feel your stomach tightening, and you struggled to believe it. She had done so little, yet, you could feel a need to release building up inside of you.
“Are you close already, baby?”
You hmphed in agreement, not able to open your eyes or mouth.
“Good.” And she stopped. She took out her fingers entirely, and saw the tears begin to pour.
“Please, no, Mommy. Please—I need you inside of me. I need you to touch me. I can’t wait anymore.”
Hearing you beg like that turned something on in Wanda, something primal. While she was getting soaked herself teasing you out, leaving you a begging mess, she needed more.
“Careful what you wish for” is all she said before sliding two fingers back in and pounding with a merciless pace. Her lips connected to your clit while she pumped you full of her fingers. She licked and sucked, adding a third finger when she heard you yelling, “Oh God! Yes! Yes! You feel so good Mommy, you feel so fucking good.”
You whined as Wanda reached her other hand up to play with your tit. She rolled your nipple between her fingers and squeezed as she continued to pump hard and fast.
“I’m gonna—I’m—Wan—Mommy please—please can I cum? Please!”
Wanda took her mouth of you to grant you permission, and good thing because you were already releasing into her mouth the second her lips reattached to your center. You had never cum so hard in your life. Now all you wanted to do was curl up in Wanda's arms and fall asleep. But she wasn’t done. You were incredibly sensitive, but her pace didn’t give. She went harder, almost violently, as she slammed into you. She came up to you and kissed you, stifling your moans. She continued to pump in and out with three fingers, as she moved down to your chest. She bit your collarbone fiercely, waiting for you to whine, to then smooth her tongue over it and ease the pain. You could feel a tiny bit of blood dripping down your tits, and you watched Wanda continue to leave hickeys and love bites, absolutely making sure that everyone knew you were hers. She sucked your nipples and smiled into them, feeling your hand in her hair. She might have cared another time, but not now. She felt your walls closing around her fingers, and could feel your rhythm spasming out of control.
“Go ahead and cum, my love. Cum all over Mommy’s hand.”
You moaned so loud your throat burned and your eyes watered, but you couldn’t help it. Your nails dug into her shoulders, leaving little half moons along her beautiful skin, which you might have cared more about if you weren’t feeling the deepest pleasure of your lifetime thus far. You back arched up and your body twitched violently, before slowly coming down and riding out your second orgasm on her fingers. Your hand reached down to push her fingers out of you, as black mascara tears continued to escape due to your overstimulation.
“All done baby, don’t worry. You were so good for Mommy. I’m so proud of you.”
Wanda removed herself from you and headed for the bathroom, still in her lingerie. She came back with a damp washcloth, which found your thighs and stomach, and then your cheeks. Before she wiped your face, she took in the glorious sight of you.
“You look so beautiful right now. A tear-stained mess, all for me. You took Mommy’s fingers so well, honey.”
Rather unexpectedly, you sat up, and just hugged her. You cried into her shoulder, as she rubbed your back up and down, shushing you gently.
“What is it sweetheart?”
“I don’t know. I’m not upset, I promise. I don’t know” you said in a raspy whisper, your throat very sore.
“I’m right here, it’s okay.”
You nodded, feeling such a deep and loving warmth as she held you. You realized you could stay in her arms forever. So, when Wanda asked you if you wanted to spend the night, it was an immediate and grateful yes.
Wanda gave you some of her pajamas, and you wanted to cry again, just from how happy you were. She made you tea, for your throat, which she felt slightly bad about. She was just happy that the walls were thick, and the boys were heavy sleepers. After you had talked a little in her kitchen, Wanda could tell you were extremely tired. She led you by hand up the stairs into her room and shut the door. You got into bed and, as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were asleep. Wanda wrapped her arms around your waist and faced you, watching you breathe in, and out, for what could have been hours. She would have been happy to watch you all night, keeping you safe and warm in her bed with her. She traced a finger around your face, down your nose, over your lips. She kissed your eyelids and your cheeks, finally laying down and letting her own eyelids fall. She could think about you leaving and her own hesitations tomorrow. Tonight, all that mattered was that you were hers, and she had all of you. She realized, as she drifted off, that she could never let you go. What she hoped, and what was true, of course, was that you had already become just as attached, making these next two weeks extremely turbulent yet magical.
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That's it! Thanks for reading :) I can continue this if anyone is interested, just reply or comment or whatever if so. I can definitely see this going multi-chapter, y/n's last weeks before leaving, Wanda and y/n dealing with that, etc...
#wanda x reader#mommy!wanda#milf!wanda#wanda maxmoff x y/n#mommy!wanda x y/n#milf!wanda x y/n#wanda maximilf
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I could teach you things
Summary: I love every mommy!wanda fic I see so I wanted to give it a proper go, so here she is,
Wanda takes a liking to the boys new babysitter and she intends to finally make you hers despite your many protests
Words: 2K
Warnings: 18+! minors DNI!, swearing, mentions of smut no actual smut, dark!wanda, manipulation and coercion kinda
A/N: this isn’t proofread because I did it in like 4 hours, but I hope it’s good :)
Wanda was quiet as she watched you move through the kitchen "are you okay Y/n?" She asked and you jumped away from the cabinet "sorry! I didn't see you there Miss Maximoff"
"It's okay honey I'm sorry I startled you, what are you looking for?" she moved closer to where you stood making you nervous, this woman always managed to make you nervous and you'd only known her a few months since you started working as her babysitter "I er I'm just looking for some snacks for the boys, they've finished their dinner"
Wanda hummed looking at your flushed expression and smiling "there's some chocolate in the cupboard next to you, how about you give the boys the chocolate and meet me in the front room" it wasn't a request and you knew it so you quickly nodded and took the boys their treats promising to return
When you came back to the front room Wanda was sat relaxed on the couch with 2 glasses of wine "oh Miss Maximoff I don't really drink..." you sheepishly sat down next to her and she just smiled "it's okay honey you don't have to drink it all at once, little sips make the wine taste so much better" passing the glass to you she let your fingers touch and you felt electric pulling back just as quick as she touched you.
"Do I make you nervous?" The question was so innocent and yet the smirk on Wanda's face told you she was anything other than innocent in asking her question
“N-no Miss Maximoff I just, I just think I need to be going, I think my mom will be wondering where I am" you took a nervous sip of your wine immediately making a face of distaste making the ginger laugh
“Oh love I'm sure your mom won't mind you staying out past your bedtime, you are a big girl aren't you?"
You laughed "of course, but she worries if I don't at least let her know where I am" you pulled your phone from your pocket but Wanda quickly took it from you "let me tell her sweetheart, what's your passcode?"
You've never told anyone your passcode, it's not like you have anything to hide but it just felt weird to give it to someone, especially someone so close to your mom but it was Wanda so
"It's 137823" you whispered and Wanda smiled "thank you princess" opening your phone she sent a text to your mom that she didn't let you see but you didn't question it when she put your phone on the table looking back at you "are you still dating Carol?" Her voice was sharp and it made you jump "no, no we broke up, she wanted to..." your voice trailed off and Wanda moved closer to you placing a hand on your knee
"Go on honey" she encouraged you and so you did "she wanted to have sex and I didn't, I just don't feel ready"
"Oh honey I'm sorry about that" she inched her hand a little up your leg rubbing small circles, fortunately for her you failed to notice "never feel pressured to do anything you're not ready for, but I do want to ask, have you ever done anything" she stopped for moment "sexual?"
You felt the blush cover your entire face and tried moving away from the woman but instead she gripped your thigh keeping you still, that's when you noticed how high her hand really was "shh its okay Y/n, women have these kinds of chats that's nothing wrong with it"
You nodded, Wanda wouldn't lie to you, would she? No of course not "well I tried touching myself but I felt odd so I stopped" Wanda's interest was piqued so she pressed on "did you feel tingly?
You shrugged "a little, then it got more intense and I thought I had to pee so I just stopped, I've never really tired again" Wanda listened intently and when you looked down she lifted your chin up smiling at you "don't be embarrassed malyshka you just need someone to teach you, it's all about communication"
What was she offering? You were sure she was offering something but you couldn't think of it "oh I guess so but what girl wants to spend their time teaching me things like a child"
Wanda kept a hold of your chin softly stroking you with her thumb "you need an older woman to teach you" she moved her face close to your own whispering in your ear "I could teach you" your eyes widened and you jumped away from her and off of the couch "Miss Maximoff I don't think that's appropriate! You felt bad for shouting but she what she was offering was definitely inappropriate, how was it not?
Wanda wasn't fazed, in fact she smirked "why do you think it's inappropriate honey?" You shook your head "are you serious?! You're like 12 years older than me!"
"Actually it's 10 years but I'll forgive since you seem to be a little upset" setting her wine glass down she stood and you instantly shrunk under he gaze "such a sweet little girl who needs someone to help her, let me"
"No, no Miss Maximoff this is wrong, I think I should go home now" you went to turn for the door but Wanda snatched your hand pulling you into her, you facing away and her face in your neck "are you sure?"
Her lips descended onto your neck in opened mouth kisses making you groan unintentionally which made her smile and lift from your neck "I know you have a mom but I think what you really need is a mommy"
Just as you tried pulling away from Wanda again the boys ran into the room but Wanda still refused to let you go "hey boys everything okay?" Tommy looked between you two "what are you doing?”
You looked at Wanda wondering what she’d do but she gave you a nose kiss looking back to her sons “boys, Y/n is going to be around a lot more from now on, isn’t that exciting?” Their faces lit up when Wanda said that ignoring the way you tried squirming away from their mother’s harsh grip
“That’s so cool! That means we can stay up late playing video games!” Billy and Tommy high fived running back out of the room clearly forgetting what they ran in for in the first place
Finally Wanda let you go and you nearly fell foreword but managed to keep yourself upright making her laugh “well the boys are very excited for you to stay around-“
“No! No this isn’t happening, I’m sorry Wanda I have to put my foot down and say I won’t be babysitting the boys anymore if you continue to be like this” your awkward assertiveness had Wanda raising her eyebrow and tilting her head to the side getting angry “oh really? I think you need to watch how you speak to me shlyukha”
You didn’t know many words that Wanda said but that word you knew since her ex husband used to call it her when he was still around “I’m not a whore Wanda”
“You’re right, to be a whore you need to be having sex, something your clueless little mind doesn’t know anything about” she spun around and picked up your phone from the table “oh look, your mom has text back”
Your throat closed up, forgetting that Wanda sent your mom a text, and after this whole situation you were scared of what it was “what did you say? Wanda smirked “I told her you wanted to stay with me and that I was your mommy now”
“You fucking didn’t!” A slap landed across your face shocking you and holding your soon to be bruised cheek
“Don’t you dare speak to me like that again or the next slap you get will be a lot harsher on a very different part of your body” her voice was hushed as not to scare the boys who she hoped didn’t hear your silly outburst before.
You nodded falling back against the wall and sliding down it keeping your eyes on the woman who’s face softened seeing you scared “oh malen'kiy I’m sorry but you forced my hand, when you misbehave mommy has to punish you”
You didn’t say anything, you just kept your eyes to the floor so you didn’t see Wanda stood above you and she was now stroking your hair get you refused to look up at her “are you okay?”
You shook your head no “why me?” Your voice was a whisper and Wanda knelt down to you “because I see you’ve just been begging for someone to take care of you, you spend day after day trying to please other people while they do nothing for you, the way Carol treated you only for her to break up with you because you wouldn’t fuck her”
You felt wet tears fall from your eyes knowing she was right, you were too much of a people pleaser, and you never got any appreciation back, Wanda carried on seeing your tears
“I want to be the one that pleases you, I want to spoil you with everything you deserve” she pulled your reluctant self into a hug “I want to be the one who touches your body first, I want it bruised by my fingers and I want your moans to be heard by me and me alone” your tears were heavier now but not with sadness you didn’t think, you did really want someone to look after you, but Wanda was going about it in a harsh and manipulative manner.
“You belong here with me, your mother doesn’t car-” your phone lit up again and it caught Wanda’s eye so she handed you your phone back, a little annoyed it interrupted her “read what she has to say” through teary eyes you read the screen
Y/n: Your daughter is mine now ;)
*Several missed calls from mom*
Mom: Y/n? Answer the phone please! I know you’re still at Wandas but please don’t let her do anything!
Mom: She’s off her meds I’m sure of it! Her husband left her for a reason!
The phone was snatched away from you and you realised you were reading aloud which Wanda didn’t like “your mother, along with everyone else in this damn neighbourhood, thinks my husband left because of me and my issues, well what actually happened was, he was fucking his secretary, but that didn’t make him leave no, what made he leave was when he found me fucking her over his desk showing her which maximoff she should’ve chosen”
She dragged you to your feet by your hair dragging you through the house into a room you hadn’t been in before, she closed the door and let you go, you rubbed where she had her grip on you and looked around the room realising this was Vision’s office and your eyes landed on the desk, empty from where he’d cleaned it out when he left
“Are you thinking about it princess? Thinking about me naked with a strap on nestled deep in another woman yanking her hair back so I could spit into her mouth and make her swallow it like the dirty whore she is, my fingers leaving dark purple bruises over her ass as she fu-“
“Enough!” You shouted, you’d had enough, you were sick of her going from one extreme to the other “why don’t you go and get her then?! Go and get that woman you fucked in this very room, I’m sure she’d want to be abused by you again!”
Wanda smiled, like she didn’t just hear you tell her to go and abuse someone “but then who would look after my little girl? You need to stay with me at all times from now on”
You just laughed at her “I don’t have to do any of the shit you say I’m going home right now” you barged past her out of the office and down the stairs finally leaving but was stopped by a soft voice “y/n?” It was Billy, you turned around smiling at the young boy hoping he didn’t see more tears welling up in your eyes “what’s up little man?”
“Aren’t you gonna stay and help us with our Lego set? Mom said you’d stay” He looked sad that you were gonna leave him and it broke your heart “no Billy no I’m staying of course I am…I” you sighed seeing Wanda saunter down the stairs giving you a neutral expression “there’s no ice cream in the house and we can’t build Lego sets without ice cream sandwiches can we?”
You heard Tommy run into the room hearing the word ice cream “we’re getting ice cream?! Hell yeah!”
“Tommy! No bad language” Wanda finally spoke scaring you more than her son who apologised immediately “sorry mom but ice cream is the best”
“Curb your excitement boys, Y/n and I will get the ice cream, I’ll get Agatha to come and watch you okay?” You had no time to say anything before Wanda dragged you out of the house and forced you into her car putting your seatbelt on so you couldn’t get out “I don’t want my princess escaping now do I?” You refused to look at her, if you were forced to stay with her you’d make it a living hell for her
“It’s okay my love I know you’ll be a good girl for me sooner or later, even if I have to break that fighting spirit of yours”.
#marvel#mcu#wanda maximoff#wanda maximov#wanda maximoff x reader#marvel au#marvel imagine#marvel Drabble#darkish Wanda maximoff#milf!wanda#mommy wanda#dark!wanda maximoff#marvel fanfiction#marvel fanfic
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motts :( i want to treat soft!mommy wanda to some cuddling and pampering :( let her eat pussy as long as she wants to, letting her rub herself all over your thigh how ever many times she needs </3
NO BC I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS SM LIKE!! I'm sorry this took me Days to finish, I just wanted to put it under a cut and that never works for me on mobile so I had to wait until I was back at my computer :'
cw: 18+, thigh riding, mentions of oral and overstim
Promising her a day just for herself because she works so hard and she deserves it, giving her breakfast in bed, the whole nine yards! And Wanda’s in such a cuddly mood; all she wants is lots of blankets and to watch movies in bed with you.
But maybe after a while you feel her squirming next to you; you tap her hip to get her attention and Wanda’s so blushy knowing she’s been caught, but you just tug her over your lap like “It’s your day, Wands. Do what makes you feel good.”
Like the good girl you are, you help Wanda out of her underwear and toss them out of bed, hoping you remember to pick them up before she spots them and chastises you later for being messy. And you hold her so gently the whole time while she gets off on riding you, her hands on your shoulders gripping tightly whenever she gets close, breath hitching and shuddering when she finally cums.
Wanda surprises you by not stopping, bringing herself to orgasm again all with you lazily rubbing her ass under her short nightgown and pressing little kisses over neck and shoulders when she was still enough, “I’m so sorry, honey. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today–“
"Nothing's wrong with you, don't say that." Obviously you don't mind at all, more than a little excited to see the woman you always lusted after using you as her own playtoy. So you help Wanda along, bending your knee until she gasps out, bouncing her on your thigh and kneading at her breasts until she's sliding effortlessly over your leg.
With this last orgasm, Wanda slows down, shaking over your lap because she's too sensitive to fully sit. You're intent on keeping her relaxed and satisfied, drawing patterns on her lower back until her breathing evens out. She's quiet then, but selfishly, you want her to use you more so you nudge her until she lets out a low hum to acknowledge you and you nuzzle your lips against her ear before asking your question, "Can I please taste you, mommy? You can still lay down and watch your movies."
Wanda nods against your shoulder, a gentle mhm giving you the go ahead to carefully lay her on her back against the pillows, before scooting down between her limply spread legs. She manages to shimmy her skirt up to her belly, giving you full view of the sticky mess she'd already made; it sparks something feral from deep within whenever she catches you staring at her with so much desire, no matter what. Tired as she was, she'd happily risk overstimulation if you kept looking at her like that. "Two rules, sweet pea: take your time and clean me up after."
#I could make a whole fic of this fr#I wanna give her everything I stg#mommy!wanda#milf!wanda#pocolottie#milf!wanda au
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Sleepless Nights
Milf!WandaXReader
Summary: Just a short quickly written fic about Milf Wanda🤤
Warnings: Lactation Kink, breastfeeding, fingering (giving/receiving) language
Word Count: 2,334
*I had a fanfic idea a couple of days ago and have been working on this all week, so now I'm finally going to bed! :') I'm still working on part 3 to If I Can't Have You No One Can, though! I have to make an abbreviation for that title lol*
“Oh please! Please, please, please! Billy! Go back to sleep!” Wanda held one of her sons in her arms, cradling him back and forth in a circular motion.
“Honey if you keep rocking him like that, your gonna make both of us sick.” You sat on the couch, surfing through different channels looking for something to entertain the both of you on these late nights with the boys.
“Y/n. Billy just won’t stay asleep, I don’t know what has gotten into him today. Tommy is sleeping like a fucking rock!” Wanda huffed, blowing a strand of her curly red hair out of her face.
“Maybe it’s because you keep picking up your favourite child for a feeding and you wake him up.” You arose for the divot you created in the cushion swiping the baby from Wanda’s arms.
“Billy is not my favourite child Y/n! I have no favourites! What are you doing? Give him back! He hasn’t eaten all day!” Wanda reached over to whisk Billy from your arms but was halted by your elbow pushing her away from the crib.
“No, you already pumped this morning. I fed him when you were in the shower and when you had your little convo with Agnes after supper. He’s fine.” You whipped yourself around facing Wanda head-on. She was tired. Her eyes were heavy, her floral vest was covered in dried on baby food and the white turtle neck was soaked in something wet you couldn’t quite make out.
“B-b-but he ate twice today! That’s not like him! He eats at least three or four times!” You forced her to sit down beside you, working out the tension in her shoulders near her neck.
“Honey, he ate twice with me and twice with you. I think the little bugger is full.” You chuckled to yourself still working on the kinks near her neck.
“Full! He’s full?!? I’m fucking full Y/n!” She broke your hands away from her; unbuttoning her denim floral vest throwing it on the floor beside the couch. Her boobs looked especially big today, even in a white turtle neck which you always enjoyed seeing her in, today was different, however. You’ve seen Wanda naked countless times but that was before she had the twins. After the twins, you were lucky to even trace your fingers along with her panties.
She wasn’t done. Wanda pulled her turtle neck over her messy hair almost taking out her pink scrunchy. Her shirt was fairly thick so she got away with wearing a black lacey bra that held up a set of new globes bouncing all over the place.
“Look detka, I’ve swelled up so badly that even air touching my nipples is making me leak out.” Wanda clenched her biceps forward bringing her full breasts to the forefront. She was right too. Her lace on the bra started to glisten as a tiny bit of milk ran down to her belly button.
“Woah, that is a little bit of a problem now isn’t it.” You couldn’t help but drool over this moment. You haven’t seen your girlfriend nude since the boys were born. It has been weeks but to you, it felt like years.
“No shit Sherlock! Grab the pump! We can pump some of this out before they wake up.” Wanda motioned you to go to the kitchen.
You shot up sprinting to the kitchen when before you opened the door, you could hear the dishwasher going.
“Shit!” You muttered under your breath hiding your forehead against your arm.
“What’s wrong Y/n?” Wanda stood up placing her hands on her hips. You peered over at her seeing her infamous head tilt when she was mad. You knew fucked up, but who can resist Wanda glaring at you without a top on.
“I put the pump in the washer machine..sorry honey..” You tried to brush it off cool and casually until you saw your girlfriend's hormonal stress crash over her, Wanda’s tears crashed down harder than she did plobbing herself back to the couch.
“I can't take it anymore! I feel like I'm 200 pounds. I can't sleep! My tits ruin every outfit! And we haven't fucked in weeks! You probably can't stand to look at me anymore! No one wants a mom body..” Wanda was stressed by the way she kept fluffing her hair with her fingertips. She sat back down on the couch, hunching her back forward, resting her elbows on her thighs.
"Where in the fuck did you get a crazy idea like that huh? I love you, I love our boys. That your beautiful body beared. You are still beautiful Wanda. No matter what happens to you." You stood in front of Wanda; reaching down to raise her chin. Her head lifted. Her tears were finally appearing in the ducts of her eyes.
"You think that baby? You don't think I'm...you know..broken? Or used?" The tears trapped in her eyes created little beads rolling down her cheeks.
"Yes Wands, I truly think that. I love you, I love every being of you. You're not damaged goods sweetheart. Your the boy's strong mother, you're an Avenger." You let go of her chin trailing your finger down her neck to her shoulder, your finger intertwined with the thin black strap of her bra. Lifting the strap off her shoulder. "And...you are my sexy girlfriend. Always and forever." You knelt onto your knees, your head being the same height as her shoulder. Wanda sniffled, wiping her eyes clean of the tears.
"Well, thank you for making me feel better emotionally, but how in the hell are we going to fix this little issue." Wanda pointed down at her breasts almost busting out of her bra. Thousands of ideas ran through your mind while you were staring down at Wanda's chest. Your brain went numb when you noticed Wanda unclasping the back. Her hand flicked it over her shoulder letting it fall behind the couch. You have to help her any way you can right? You kept thinking, but the only idea that came to mind was a pretty big ask.
"I have one idea, but you might not like it beaut." You moved back onto the couch sitting shoulder to shoulder with her. "Anything will work. I'm so sore, I feel like I'm going to burst!" Her hands grasped underneath her expanded breasts. Her fingers clenched softly her skin. Her glowing skin was absolutely perfect. Her skin sparkled, it looked soft to the touch. More than usual.
"Well, you know how the boys won't eat?" Your palms were sweaty, you had no idea why this was so hard for you to say out loud. It sounded a lot confident in your head.
"Yeah, they won't even latch on. Why?" Wanda kept looking down at her chest with a spout drawn on her lips. Her eyes locked with yours as she caught on. "Oh...I think I know what you're saying now.."
You were caught on by surprise. Your expression told on you too, but maybe it wasn't on surprise. "You didn't read my mind. Right, Wanda?"
"Maybe...I could tell you were nervous..so that's why I had to unlock a little door." Wanda stood in front of yourself connecting both of your kneecaps together.
"Well, tell me exactly what I was thinking than smarty-pants." You slumped on the couch sinking deep into the caves of the couch.
"You want to suck my tits, right?" Wanda was too energetic for that sort of response. Almost like she was waiting for you to ask, giving you the right to come out and say it. Even if it wasn't said aloud.
"That was very enthusiastic." You were stunned watching the redhead smile ear to ear. She jumped for joy on the carpet in front of you.
"Of course! I'm in so much pain these couple of days, I have been waiting very patiently for your nervous ass to ask me. And now! Let's do this!" With no hesitation, she straddled your knees making her chest be eye-level with you.
"We better get it done fast before the boys become fussy." Wanda's eyes looked behind the stairs whipping her hair behind her shoulders.
You didn't have to say another word. Your lips pinned onto Wanda's blush-coloured nipple. You were right, it was soft. Her bud harden as your lips pursed not feeling soft anymore. Your brain had no control over your mouth any longer. Your cheeks squeezed together allowing her milk to enter your mouth. The taste was blissfully sweet. The spark of your senses was awakened once you allowed yourself to swallow the milk that filled your mouth. Wanda's breath cooed relaxing her shoulders. Her hands rose finger-combing through your hair up to your scalp.
"Oh god, I feel so much better already." Her whisper was faint.
Your hands had to go somewhere, your arms were becoming sore being placed stiffly on either side of your body. You let go of your stance guiding your tiny hands onto Wanda's pink pants. Your hands lead up to her thighs, using your thumbs to caress little circles in the inseam. Her legs clenched on yours. Wanda smiled whole-heartedly showing all of her pearl white teeth.
"Man, I haven't got a jolt like that since we first met Y/n. I thought you said you were only helping me?" You both knew you guys haven't had sex in 10 months. You tried to while Wanda was pregnant but with her hormones out of whack and her constant need to nest. It became hard to do anything.
You loosened your lips around her tightened wet bud, cumulating a mixture of your saliva and her sweet milk dripping down your chin. "I'd love to help you in others ways too Wanda baby." Your eyes met with hers noticing her lip curled up on one side. Her grin was sensual as if she knew all along with your intentions.
"One task at a time detka." Her grip on your scalp grew stronger pulling you back to her chest.
The endless stream of milk from Wanda's nipple began to dry up tasting nothing but your mouth. Without any thought, you unconsciously moved to her other nipple giving more of a gentle tug. You sensed Wanda's goosebumps across her body, fastening her grip on your scalp. A tiny gasp escaped her lips trying so hard to hold in a moan.
"Oh honey please, no teeth. I'm so sensitive." Her hands clasped prying your jaw down. Your hands had other plans venturing up her thighs to the buttons in the middle of her pants. Your tiny fingers threaded through one button unhooking the fabric from its home. Your hand pushed through her pants arriving at her panties. Your fingers traced the soft cotton. Your nail hooked onto the hem, letting your index and ring finger go into her. Her quiet sounds became a full moan. Your eyes peered up meeting Wanda's gaze. Her mouth lifted onto one side into a sharp grin.
"Go ahead Y/n. Touch me." Her hands released from your head, pushing down onto your shoulders creating a high amount of pressure.
Your hand just did that. Your wrist went numb dropping your hand further down. Her warmth illuminated without even touching her yet. You dipped your fingers through her folds knowing this kind gesture of yours was making Wanda extremely horny. Your middle finger sank into her center with ease. Wanda could not contain what came out of her mouth as you were still attached to her nipple.
You briefly unhooked your lips from her bud, brushing your face between her chest only leaving the feeling of your hot breath. She was sweaty, her boobs were still uneven. Wanda's whole body was reacting to your finger inside her. You turned your palm in a different direction letting your thumb to bend down circling her erected clit.
"Oh! Y/n! Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Wanda grabbed your elbow clenching her nails deeply into your skin leaving red.
"Fuck...you better be." Your hand moved again, thrusting your finger at a rapid speed. Wanda's nose crinkled letting her head fall back. Her walls tightened around your finger rocking her hips all over the place.
Her body took a sigh calming from the high. Your finger unslipped out of Wanda's pussy escaping her pink pants leaving a tiny wet spot at her crotch.
"Fuck...Y/n. We haven't done that in forever." Wanda slumped back on the couch wiping sweat of her brow.
"Too long Wands. Way too long." You prompted yourself against the living room coffee table sitting on your knees.
"I know Hunny-bunny. It's just been so hard with the boys. We've both have been so exhausted and worn down. You've been so patient too. I love you." She sighed giving you a playful smile. "Now. Are you going to finish this problem or will I just have one lop-sided tit?" Her chest was still exposed showing her right boob larger than the other. You jolted onto your feet ready to start all over again until the cries on the baby monitor blared beside the couch.
You two both laughed seeing the time on the clock.
"I think Billy's finally hungry." Wanda matched your height standing up from her seat.
"Well damn." You grinned being a little bit disappointed you couldn't finish her off. Wanda whisked over around the couch making her way to the staircase. "Oh and by the way Wanda.." She turned staring at you intently. "Yes, hun?"
"I love you too." You got too nervous blushing like you were a school girl. She giggled, making it up the landing.
"Good. Now go take out the trash." You hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave. Especially when she was running up the stairs topless.
"Yes ma'am!"
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FUCK!!!! YEEESSSSSS!!!! YEAH!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!! WOOOOOOOO!!!!!
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Love and Baseball
Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
You help coach a little league baseball team and meet the most perfect woman
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (W receiving), simping
Note: I have missed writing for Wanda. Enjoy this one!
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Wanda didn’t mean to fall for you. And she really didn’t even realize she had until she saw you with someone else.
Her twins are on the baseball team you help coach. Your nephew is one of the players, so when they needed another coach you jumped in to help.
The moment she met you Wanda knew she was attracted to you. But she tried to fight it. You’re younger than her. Enough so, she’s pretty sure you never think twice about her.
Little does she know that you find yourself thinking about her all the time. That sweet, innocent single mom of two of your favorite players.
Yes, all coaches have favorites. And Billy and Tommy are two of yours. Maybe because their mom is adorable. Every week she brings snacks and makes sure all of the kids have water.
Tonight, for the first time you see her outside of the baseball field. You internally cringe when you see her walking into the restaurant you’re at. You’re kind of on a date.
She catches your eye from by the door. She’s too polite not to come and say hello once she’s been shown to her seat.
“Y/n, hi,” Wanda greets you.
“Hey, Mrs. Maximoff,” you say. Keeping it professional is a curtesy to her, but really you just love the way she looks at you after you’ve said it.
“Are you enjoying your night off?” She asks.
“Yes ma’am,” you reply. “Just on a date here.”
“Oh, my apologies for interrupting!” Wanda says. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yes ma’am. Tomorrow night back on the diamond.”
“See you then,” she says, leaving you with a smile.
You turn back to your date and don’t see that Wanda’s smile turns into a frown for the rest of the night. She gets distracted watching you have a good time. Wanda wants to be the person across from you making you laugh.
She realizes she wants you.
The next day Wanda dresses in a shirt that’s a little too low cut for a baseball practice. She surprises herself with how much she wants to go after you.
Practice goes as usual, but afterwards you notice Wanda is lingering. She even sends her boys home with a friend.
You’re kneeling on the ground picking up equipment when she approaches you.
“Could I speak to you for a moment?” Wanda asks.
“Yeah, no problem,” you say, standing up to meet her level. Your eyes do cut to the skin revealed by her shirt. “Is everything okay? Boys good?”
“Oh, yes. Everything’s fine,” she says. “It’s just- well-“ Wanda begins. You have no idea where she’s going with this. “My church is starting an adult softball league and I have absolutely no idea how to play.”
You’re sure she’s lying by the way her eyes don’t quite meet yours. But you don’t care.
“Ah okay,” you say. “You need some lessons from Coach Y/n?”
Wanda blushes. “Yes please.”
“Of course. Anything for you, Mrs. Maximoff. Let’s get started.”
You and Wanda walk to home plate to together. All you have is a child’s bat but it’ll do for her to learn the basic movements.
“Let’s see you swing,” you say.
You take a step back and watch Wanda use the worst form you’ve ever seen. No way she’s that bad at it. You hold back a chuckle.
“That was bad wasn’t it?” She asks. You don’t say yes but you don’t say no either. “I’m helpless.”
“No, no. You can do this, Mrs. Maximoff.”
“You know you can call me Wanda,” she says.
“I could, but why would I want to when you blush every time I call you Mrs. Maximoff?” You tease her.
That really makes her blush. You step behind her and help her grip the bat better. Your front presses against her back and Wanda feels a sensation in her entire body.
“Try it this way,” you tell her.
You wrap your hands around hers on the bat and swing together. It’s much better this time.
“That’s it, Mrs. Maximoff!” You say. “Let me get some balls and you can actually hit some.”
“Wait,” she says before you can move.
“Yeah?”
“Um- show me again?”
Instead of doing that, you put your hands on her waist and turn her around to face you. You keep your hands there tightly.
“You know if you want to be close to me, you could just ask,” you say, hoping you read this right.
By the way her breath hitches, you read this completely right.
“I- you’re young,” Wanda says.
“So? If you want this, don’t fight it. Mrs. Maximoff, why deny yourself the pleasure?” You grip her waist impossibly tighter. Your chest is practically pressed against hers.
“Because it’s just- it’s not right,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “We’ll walk away like nothing happened. Or we could go back to my place?”
Her eyes go wide. She had no idea how you wanted her. She wonders how long she’s ignored the signs.
“I have to be home tonight for my boys,” she says. She glances at her watch. “By 8.”
“We’ll go to your place then,” you say. “Come on. Say yes.”
Wanda hesitates, but she nods. You abandon your clean up job follow her to her car. The drive to her house is quiet. You can tell Wanda’s nervous, but you hope she’s actually excited.
You follow her into her house. There’s photos of Wanda and the kids littering the walls. Along with some of friends and other family members.
“Oh, is this you?” You ask her, pointing to a photo of a young girl.
“That’s me,” she answers. “Do you want a drink?”
“Sure,” you say. You sit on the couch while she pours a glass of wine for you. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“You’re welcome,” Wanda says.
You sit close to her, but you want to be closer. You want to be all over her.
“So, why did you decide to make a move on me today?” You wonder aloud.
Wanda nearly chokes on her drink. “I guess I just- I have been thinking about you for a while.”
“Oh yeah?”
She nods. You set your glass down on the table.
“What have you been thinking about specifically?”
“Um- kissing you,” she says quietly.
You smirk at that. You’ve imagined too what it would feel like to press your lips to hers and run your hands through her hair.
“Wanda,” you say. “Come here.”
You pull her closer to you by the back of her neck and connect your lips. You kiss her hard. Wanda takes a second to catch up, but once she does she settles in.
Her lips part in a gasp and you take full advantage. You deepen the kiss, pushing Wanda back to lie on the couch. You straddle her.
“Y/n,” she mumbles when you move your lips to her neck.
“Relax, baby. Let me make you feel good,” you say.
You move your hands under her shirt and lift the material over her head. You have to withhold a growl at the sight of her bare chest. She’s perfect.
You take one breast in your hand and the other in your mouth. Wanda squirms at the feeling of your mouth on her nipple.
“Oh god,” Wanda groans.
You take off her pants and slip her panties down her legs. She’s dripping wet. You move closer to her pussy, but don’t quite dive in yet.
“Did you imagine this, Mrs. Maximoff? Being all spread out for me?”
“Yes,” she says. “Yes, baby, I did.”
“Fuck yes you did,” you say.
You bury your face between her legs, licking through her folds. You hold her waist down as you eat her out. Wanda keeps her hand on your head as you bring her to her high.
“I’m going to come,” Wanda says through bated breaths. “Fuck.”
“Come for me, Mrs. Maximoff,” you say against her.
The words and the way you’re making her feel so good makes her come in no time.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” you say. “So good.”
You move from between her legs and Wanda sits up on the couch. She smiles at you lazily and you kiss her softly.
“Shit, it’s 7:45,” Wanda says. “The boys will be home anytime.”
“That’s okay,” you say. You’re wearing a goofy grin. All you wanted was to taste her and you got to do just that.
“But I didn’t get to- you didn’t get to feel as good as I do,” Wanda pouts. You think it’s the cutest thing in the world.
“Hey, that’s alright. Another time? Call me later?” You ask her.
“Oh, yes. I will,” she replies.
You stand up but kiss her once more before you leave. You kiss her in a way that leaves her wanting you more than ever before.
Wanda is definitely looking forward to being with you again. She’s glad she fell for you.
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how about milf!wanda seeing another milf neighbor staring at r’s bulge while they’re working in her garden
warnings: amab!r, dom!Wanda, anal play, brief spanking, I'm rambling
this more of a rant than anything but-
Wanda swears she's not possessive and doesn't really care if the other neighbors try flirting with you. Most of them were flirting with you before you got with Wanda and it clearly didn't work out so she doesn't bother wasting energy. It certainly helps you describe these interactions as "___ was being weird today" most of the time you talk to her about them.
However, some of them are really persistent and get under Wanda's skin without even really trying. You'll be working out front trying to tend to her garden and suddenly they come up asking you a million questions. They play nice and offer you a glass of water or try hiring you to do their garden, but you always decline — Wanda keeps you on a tight water schedule and you only do her yardwork because it's fine and the flowers are pretty.
The only thing she hates more is the way they stare at you. They just gawk at you like you're a piece of meat and they haven't eaten in months. It boils her blood to no end. Dottie's the worst about it. She is always conveniently mowing the lawn when you walk out and trying to start conversations with you from across the street. Wanda's final straw is when Dottie comes out of her house in nothing but a bikini and sunbathes in her front yard.
Wanda calls you back into the house and pounces on you the second the door closes. You can tell something is wrong because Wanda gets so rough when she's jealous. She practically rips off your shorts and starts groping your bulge. "Is that slutty little brain of yours only focused on putting in a show for everyone? Do you like knowing all the neighbors can see you rock hard?"
You've only ever heard Wanda praise you but you find yourself really turned on. There's no point in responding to her because she's already made up in her mind what she wants to do to you. She spends hours teasing your tip and degrading before finally taking you all the way in her mouth. Wanda's tongue moves up and down your shaft so slowly before pulling away entirely just to ruin your orgasm.
Wanda's obsessed with watching how your cum leaks out and drips everywhere instead of shooting out like it normally does. It doesn't matter how much you whimper or beg, Wanda keeps going until she's satisfied. Maybe if you're good she rewards you by letting you cum in her mouth, but you have to do a lot of work for it.
At one point she just starts milking you. Wanda slowly stretches out your ass and tries to get as much cum out of you as she possibly can. At this point it's more about seeing you helpless and needy. She spanks you just enough to leave a handprint and maybe even leave a few bite marks behind just to make sure you're limping and don't forget the next morning 🥰
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Milf Wanda core
1 is you and Wanda during your night in
2 is you and her on a date
3 is Wanda after asking her to be your girlfriend
Then 4 is pure milf
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Getting familiar
Milf!Wanda x Female reader
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: 18+ smut, fingering, fluff
a/n: I apologise for not posting anything for a while, studying for A -Levels is killing me, but here's a little something for the troubles :)
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"Go inside boys, I'll be back in a few minutes."
You couldn't help but smirk at the words, making sure to flash the twins a gentle smile as they wave at you before running inside their house.
"They get a little faster every time I see them, you know?"
Wanda sighs, running a hand through her hair as she fans herself, "Tell me about it, my back is on the verge of breaking."
You lean your bike against the white fence, tightening your rucksack on your back, "I could watch them if you want? I never really have anything to do after school anyways."
Wanda waves you off, fixing her dress, as if there were any creases anyways, she's too perfect for measly creases. "That's quite alright, they're at a friends house tonight anyways, I'm just getting them ready."
You hum, shrugging, "Well, if you need anything, you know where I am."
Wanda softly bites down on her bottom lip, pondering for a moment before clearing her throat, "Now that I think about it, I actually have a few things that need looking at. You know, new appliances and what not."
"Oh, sure. I have homework but I can come round later?"
Wanda puts on her flashiest smile, titling her body forward ever so slightly, just for theatrics, "That would be amazing, Y/N. I'll see you then."
You watch as Wanda saunters back into her house, hips swaying so captivatingly. You don't miss the flip of her hair as she peaks at you over her shoulder before shutting the door.
//
Your palms were sweaty as you approached the Maximoff residence, eyes drifting to the two shadows flittering across the closed blinds to your left, no doubt the twins.
Before you can lift your hand to knock on the door, it flies open to reveal a dishevelled Wanda, two backpacks in hand and a tired smile on her face, "Y/N, you caught me at the best time."
She ushers you in, quickly closing the door and calling for the boys, who eventually sprint through the hall and into your view, "Y/N!"
"Hey boys, you being good for your mom?"
They share a sheepish smile, straightening up slightly and Wanda chuckles, "Of course they listen to you."
You smile at her and when she flashes you a grin, you have to look away, suddenly it was getting extremely hot.
"Alright boys, your friend and his mom will be here soon, get your shoes on."
The twins run off to find their favourite shoes, and Wanda breezes past you to place the twins' bags on the floor while she patters around the kitchen.
You watch her glide around the room, too gracefully considering the imbalance in your knees, and pull a few things from various cupboards.
"Can I get you anything? I'm making dinner but you can have whatever you want."
"I'll just have some water please." You swallow a little difficulty as she flicks the hair off her shoulder in her haste, grabbing a jug of water and a glass before she speaks.
"So, you got any plans for the weekend? Any parties?" She questions, pouring the water into a glass.
You chuckle, shaking your head, "Oh I don't really do that kind of stuff."
She frowns in confusion, sliding the glass over to you, "What, you don't party?"
You shake your head once again, a little embarrassed.
She hums, observing you closely before leaning back against the counter and placing her hands back on the marble, either side of her, "So you're one of the good ones, never does anything bad, homework always done on time."
You nod, scratching the back of your head, "Something like that."
She smirks, chuckling to herself, "I remember when I was in high school. God, I was always going out with my friends, as long as there was a party being thrown, I was there. My parents hated it, said I was too reckless."
Wanda rolls her eyes, dusting her hands off before stepping around the kitchen island, closer to you, "I loved taking risks, the thrill was the best part."
Your breath picks up as she nears, eyes scanning your face menacingly, "That.. sounds fun."
"Oh believe me, it was a lot of fun." Only a few centimetres away from you now, her eyes flicker down to your lips, but the sound of shoes stomping down the stairs pulls her away from you.
"You should try it sometime, take a risk," she whispers before stepping into the hall to gather the boys and take them to the car waiting outside.
Safe to say that glass of water didn't last very long.
//
"This is really good, Miss Maximoff." You hum, pushing another spoonful of food into your mouth.
Wanda watches you practically inhale your food and chuckles, "Please, call me Wanda. And slow down, you'll choke."
You blush, nodding quickly and swallowing your mouthful, "Sorry."
Wanda stands from her place at the table, checking the watch on her hand and briefly raising her eyes to look at you, "It's far too late for you to be going anywhere, Y/N. I think it's best I call your mom and tell her you can stay for the night."
You thought about it for a moment, while your mom would be more comfortable with you staying with Wanda, she'd be less likely to expect you home so early the next day if you were with a friend. You were 18, you didn't know why it still mattered, but it did.
And you wanted to stay as long as you could, to make sure Wanda got everything fixed of course.
"Actually, I think I'll just tell her I'm with a friend, she'll understand that better than if she knew I was here."
Wanda frowns, but obliges soon enough, making sure you message your mom before finishing your food, she'd hate for her to be worried sick at this hour.
"Finish up, there's something I want to show you." She grins before leaving the room, and you speechless.
//
"What is all this?"
"Lights we never got fixed, they've been sitting here for a while."
Wanda had led you out to her backyard where fairy lights were scattered around, but they weren't on. She walked you over to the electric box that controlled the lights, and you could tell it was busted.
"How did this even happen?" You asked, observing the cut wires and broken levers.
She laughs, hugging her arms close to her body, "The boys were messing around with it."
You chuckled, turning to her, "I should've known."
"Can you fix it?"
You tilt your head side to side as you think, "I think so, yeah. It doesn't look too damaged."
For the next 15 minutes, Wanda alternated between watching you work and watching tv in the living room, claiming it was too cold outside. Once you'd finished however, you told her to wait at the door and cover her eyes.
She was a little puzzled but did it anyways, and you hoped with all your heart that you'd done a good enough job as you flicked the switch. You waited for a silent moment, thinking that it hadn't worked, but then the lights all flickered on.
You smiled, turning to Wanda and telling her to open her eyes, when she did, the first thing she looked at was you. Sure, the lights were cool but the way they reflected off your eyes was captivating her more.
"What do you think?" You asked, a little apprehensively considering she hadn't said anything yet.
Her slow steps towards you were slightly unnerving, but when she got to you, all she did was smile softly, "Thank you."
The corners of your lips lifted as you watched her look at all the lights, and in a moment of pure confidence, you leant forward and kissed her.
She gasped quietly, eyes closing as she adjusted to the kiss, but it was over as quick as it had started. Her shallow breaths fanned across your face as she tried to take in what you just did.
"What was that?" She asked softly, eyes flickering between yours.
"Me taking a risk." You answered before kissing her once again, Wanda's arms wrapping around your neck as you pulled her in by the waist.
You'd known Wanda for a while, but never like this. She was so soft and so warm, and you never wanted to let her go.
She broke the kiss slowly, stroking her thumb across your bottom lip, "Let's go inside."
//
There wasn't any part of Wanda that wasn't silky smooth as your hand traversed across her skin. Her hair was splayed out across the pillows and her eyes were on the verge of closing, she was beautiful.
Her melodic sighs and moans were music to your ears as you kissed along the valley of her breasts, her stomach, anywhere you could reach. Her nails were buried in your hair, massaging your scalp and making you hum in satisfaction at the sensation.
"Come here." The whispered command had you lifting your head up to face level with the woman, gazing into beautiful green eyes and gently laying your body completely over hers.
She tilted her head up to kiss you slowly, savouring the feeling of you so close to her while pressing her hips up into you. You knew immediately what she wanted and wasted no time in trailing a hand down her abdomen.
Wanda Maximoff was a sight for sore eyes, and when your fingers pressed against her core and her mouth dropped open in a silent moan, eyes never leaving yours, you knew she was the best sight you'd ever lay your eyes on.
"Right there, oh." Wanda gripped your back tightly when your fingers slipped inside her, whimpering against your shoulder as her blunt nails pressed into your skin.
You dipped your head to attach your mouth to her breast, sucking softly and drowning in the deep moans Wanda lets out as she bucks her hips into your hand and her chest further into your mouth.
You worked Wanda like nobody ever had before and she was breathless from the pleasure. Her eyes were screwed shut and her chest rose and fell against yours as she called your name so quietly into your ear.
Wanda was an image of perfection and you'd have done anything to see her like this forever, but you could see she was getting close. Her breathing was getting shallow and you could feel her twitching against your fingers as you reached spots she didn't know you could.
When her body froze momentarily and she sucked in a sharp breath, you knew she'd reached her peak, and kept a slow pace inside her to help her back down.
When she eventually caught her breath, she was smiling and clutching you closer to her, "That was amazing." Her warm pants of air against your cheek had you laughing, moving the hair from her face and really getting a good look at her.
You loved what you saw.
"Since.. you never go to parties and stuff, where'd you learn to be so good at that?" She smirked, laughing as you hid your face in her neck and kissed it repeatedly, "I'm just asking!"
You groaned in embarrassment, kissing her to silence any further questions. She hummed, tangling her fingers in your hair before pulling away, "I think you'd better clean me up." She grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief.
She laughed as you smirked, kissing messily down her body and praying that this night never ended.
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why is milf!wanda always a top? more bottom!millf!wanda please for my sanity
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mate milf!wanda is just something so near and dear to me
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