#bottom wanda

[wandasmistress]

Only Mine

Synopsis- The yearly Halloween party is taking place and Wanda made the perfect outfits for you both, but will Natasha and Tony’s ramblings get in the way of you two? 

Pairings- Bottom!Wanda Maximoff x Top!Reader

Warnings- 18+ Content, and Drinking

Word Count- 6.9k

A/N- Been dyin to write this, it’s been in my ideas pile staring at me for the longest😩

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It was October 31st, Halloween, at college. This was the day everyone could dress up in the most revealing skin-tight costumes, showing as much skin as possible while crowded together in a humid compact room that reeked of alcohol and hormones.

The frat house you were currently walking to in the depth of the night was booming, the loud pop music blasted down the street, and you could feel the vibrations on the very sidewalk you walked. Police did not come because the block was filled with students who are currently attending the biggest party of the year, and other residents were too afraid of petty college students t-ping their house or worse if they sent a complaint.

You were walking to the entrance of the sonorous house hand in hand with Wanda, she was about to combust on the spot from all the exhilaration she was feeling. The only reason she even wanted to go to this party was to show off the costume she had thoughtfully planned for you both. She was a homebody, she told you that she would rather spend the night snuggled up in the covers with you while binge-watching all the Halloween Town movies with a bucket of candy between you both. But because of her newly brought on matching costume idea and your constant grumbling about going to the ‘biggest function of the decade’ and ‘everyone is going, I can't miss out’ that's why you were currently walking deeper into the deafening commotion.

She clung to your right arm as you walked forward, you looked to your side with a wide smile on your face, admiring her beauty. You were lucky to be with Wanda and extremely fortunate to have her feelings be reciprocated, to have her be in love with you too. She had an enormous smile plastered on her face, all teeth showing as her cheeks were rosy from the cold wind blowing on her face. It's like she could sense you staring because in the next moment she looked up into your eyes with such adoration, her jade green eyes glowing in the moonlight as the edges of her eyes creased from her smile.

“If you see something you like don't be afraid to make a move Y/n.” She told you as a smirk settled on her face.

“Then I would have to take you right here, right now, in this heavily polluted front yard.” You joke turning around to look at your surroundings, red plastic cups scattered on the lawn and various pieces of clothing items.

She giggled against your front, slapping your chest as she shook her head in laughter.

“Why did we even come here in the first place?” She questions you with a raised eyebrow after she stops laughing, staring deep into your eyes.

You stepped back in a quick motion as you stuck your hands out and wiggled your fingers, with wide eyes and a goofy face, “Because of these god awful costumes!”

She knows that you are only joking but she can't help but wonder if that's how you truly feel, she shifts on her feet feeling regretful while you stood shaking your hands.

“I thought you said that you liked them… that they looked good.”

“Well-,” You tell her, advancing on her and placing your fingers on her clothed waist, “you look absolutely stunning tonight, dear. But I- I look like I got pulled right out of the 60s infomercial.” You conclude by gripping her waist tighter and reeling her into you.

She bit her lip to hold her laugh then released a huff of breath, “That means I did well.” She tells you bringing your faces closer, her nose brushing against yours for a brief second. You tilt your head to form a splendid sealed kiss with the dark-haired beauty before you. 

Her fierce lips feel perfect against yours, they mold together so flawlessly like they were made just for each other. She tasted like strawberries and cream, a divine blend, making you release a low moan into her mouth which granted her access to your calling tongue which has been silently awaiting her entrance into your mouth. 

Being this close to Wanda drowns out the boisterous noise surrounding you both. But you guys are in your own world for as long as you are in each other hold.

A loud yell from behind you brings you out of your trance, you look over to see what caused the noise and you find an already drunk Sam waving a beer bottle in the air as he stumbles in his spot on the porch. From taking one glance at him you can tell he is dressed up as a 90s fighter pilot, he always raved on about his grandpa was in the triple nickles and how he wanted to get his pilot's license so he could soar above the clouds.

“Would you love birds stop kissing for one goddamn second, you're making all the lonely people jealous over here!” He slurred in a shout as he held onto the porch rail for support.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You waved him off as you turned around to face Wanda.

Her lips were plump and red from being sucked on in previous moments, a smug grin growing on your face as you thought of all the things you wish you could do to her at the moment, its like she caught onto your thought because a knowing smirk crept up her precious face a few seconds later. You lowered your head to meet her face once again and gave her multiple sloppy kisses around the corner of her mouth and cheek. She basked in your warmth for a few seconds until you gently shoved her away causing her to let out a yelp.

Before she could comprehend what happened a beer bottle came whizzing past both of your heads, you turned back around to Sam in shock. She didn't know how your instincts were that good but she wasn’t complaining. You were a little angry knowing if that bottle hit either of you this night would be ruined, but he was drunk so you let it slide this one time. But you weren't gonna let him off the hook that easy.

“What the fuck Sam?” 

“I told you to knock it off, save that for the bedroom ladies. Although Tony might love to-” 

He was cut off by Wanda clapping her hands to shut him up quickly before he said another word to trigger you both.

Before Wanda could scold him he scurried back inside the house raising his hands in defeat as he snickered to himself, being the only one to find his drunk ramblings hilarious.

You rolled your eyes and looked at Wanda with a sorry expression. She didn't know why you were trying to convey an apology because she knew it wasn't your fault for your friend's drunk nonsense but you couldn't help it.

She took your hand in hers and shook off the past interaction with Sam as she marched over to the stairs, dragging you along with her until she was at the entrance of the door, the door is wide open and all it took was for Wanda to pull you past the threshold for the noise to really take a toll on your ears. You raised your eyebrows in surprise and turned to see Wanda’s miserable face, she was dreading this environment so much that you were quick to rub her arms with your cool hands, hoping to reel her back in.

“It's gonna be okay. We’ll stay here for a while and then we can leave and go do whatever you want after this, okay?” You asked her looking into her hesitant eyes.

“Fine, I hope you know I’m only doing this for you.” A small blush crept up your cheeks at her comment.

“I wouldn't have it any other way.” You replied to her comment giving her a quick wink as you looked on into the crowd.

Unexpectedly you heard collective laughter coming from the left of you both, you whipped your head around to find your group of friends doubling back in laughter. 

Your hands dropped down to your sides as Nat, Tony, and Steve walked over to you and Wanda, passing through the thick crowd of student bodies.

“Look at you! Finally decided to make it, huh?” Slurred Tony as he came up in your personal space, his breath wreaking of tequila and vodka. You tried not to heave as you scrunched your face up in disgust.

“We weren’t late, you just drank too much and lost the concept of time in five minutes.” You shot back feeling slightly annoyed, you felt Wanda’s hand rub your back as she hoped to ease some of your tension.

Before Tony could utter another word a loud obnoxious laugh came from Natasha, you rolled your eyes and put your hands to your face knowing exactly what was coming next.

“What the absolute fuck are you wearing Y/n?” She near hollered as she stumbled into Steve's side with the force of her laugh.

“Shut up please-” You groan as you kept your face in your hands, slightly embarrassed.

“Jesus Christ! Did you steal clothes from Steve’s closet or what?” Tony joked as he let out a chuckle, Natasha’s eyes winced closed from her laughter as she slapped Tony on the back and held onto Steve’s arm for support.

What you failed to notice was Wanda’s disheartened gaze as she watched in on the interaction happening, feeling discouraged that she made a fool out of herself and you with these costumes.

“Watch it, Tony, you're lucky I don't swing on drunk people,” Steve warned Tony as he stared daggers into the back of his head.

Tony and Natasha burst out in another ensemble of laughter at Steve’s pretend seriousness. They both knew he was bluffing because he wouldn't hurt a fly if his life depended on it.

“It was Wanda’s idea,” You told them as a final resort, “She wanted to dress up as Laura Petrie and I agreed to dress up as Rob Petrie.” You mumbled the last line quietly, but enough for everyone to hear over the music.

“Who the hell is that?” Natasha cried out in a fit of giggles that were consuming her.

“From the- the Dick Van Dyke show,” You said a bit more confidently starting to get pissed off at your friend's reaction to your well-designed costume.

Wanda rolled her eyes at Nat’s behavior, she started to feel self-conscious about the costumes and her hand left your back as her arms wrapped around the front of her torso as a nervous reaction.

You stopped paying attention to your friends when you felt Wanda’s hand leave your body. You turned around to see her looking down at the floor embarrassed, and that was the last straw for you. She was so excited to put together these outfits taking hours out of her busy school week to make sure she had the exact measurements for you both and then put them together by hand. And you could admit you were being a shameful girlfriend by not sticking up for her and letting them rain on her parade.

You whipped your head back around to catch Tony and Nat whispering and laughing at what the other said. Subtle anger grew in you and you snapped.

“Shut the fuck up!” You yelled, no one in the crowd turned over to see the commotion because of the alcohol, blaring music, and possibly dimension altering drugs, “She worked hard on these outfits and I won't let you trash them for shits and giggles.” 

Natasha and Tony quickly stopped laughing from your sudden outburst and kept quiet till you were done with your rant, looking at you like deer caught in headlights.

“These costumes were creative and she’s by far the most lovely looking woman in this whole place. Nat, you came in a black cat leather costume, how original, wonder where you got that idea from. And you Tony, the terminator costume, you look like the least intimidating person in the room right now.” You scolded them as you started to run out of breath from your rant and how hot you felt, “God! Why is it so fucking muggy in here.” You ended airing yourself off.

You know you shut Natasha and Tony up for good because they mumbled a few incoherent words and wandered off towards the crowd, scratching their necks and glancing down at their outfits every few seconds.

Your steady breath started to come back to you after they left and you closed your eyes in brief relaxation before you turned around, hoping to apologize to Wanda. But she was gone, it’s like she disappeared, one second she was by your side and the next she missing. Your heart stopped for a second as worry overtook you, the need to find her and apologize for being such a dick prevalent. You ran your fingers through your hair, messing up the gelled style Wanda applied to it earlier trying to best replicate Rob Petrie’s look. You can still remember her face, she was so thrilled when you accepted her costume idea and she was even more cheerful handing you the overly loose suit, ushering you into the bathroom to get changed. She was even happier to see you in the suit, sitting you down to make your hair just right for the look, sitting in your lap as she bit her lip in deep concentration.

You tried to salvage the last of your gelled hair as you run your hand smoothly over the side of your hair, you closed your eyes shaking your head thinking how you managed to fuck up so badly not feeling as excited to have come to the party now.

“I actually like it,” Steve said assessing your costume, you stood awkwardly under his gaze as his finger came to his chin and his eyebrows raised in thought.

“Of course, you would Steve, no offense.” You added softy as you looked down at the floor playing with your finger, wishing you were anywhere but this stupid party right now.

Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he walked with you in a different direction, “Look I don't know where she went, but, I know if she heard that brilliant speech you gave she would be making out with you right now. Tongue down your throat, hands all over your-” You stopped him quickly as you pulled a grimace and waved your free hand in the air ushering him to stop speaking. You knew he was trying to help but he was just making it much worse, you craved the touch of Wanda, her smell, her laugh, her smile, her.

The next thing you knew you arrived in front of a large white table, filled with drinks of all sizes. Whiskey, vodka, tequila, rum, gin, and cold beer stacked in an overflowing cooler of ice. You thought to yourself that drinking something would ease off the stress of the night. 

Steve was like the red devil on your left shoulder, how fitting, because that was his exact outfit, he was a red devil. He was in a dark red suit, no undershirt, you could see his rock-hard abs peeking out the top and pushing through the fabric.

“One drink wouldn't be so bad. Here, I’ll drink one with you.” He said pushing a cold bottle of beer into your warm hands, the coolness relaxing you just a little. 

You nodded as you looked at him on your side, his smile making you let out a low chuckle at his enthusiasm. Parties weren't just about drinking and dancing all the time, you looked around the kitchen to see multiple people with their heads down as they were passed out and mountains of empty liquor bottles making your stomach clench. You took back your words about parties not just being about drinking booze and dancing.

“Yeah, one drink wouldn't hurt.” You told Steve with a fake smile, his face lighting up as he shimmied in his spot doing a little shake as he ‘raised the roof’ with his hands causing you to laugh at his antics.

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One drink turned into five, and five drinks turned into ten. It's safe to say that you and Steve were drunk right now. But of course, that didn't cross your mind as Steve brought up an idea for a drinking game.

When you finished your last beer bottle with a chug Steve slapped you on the back causing some loose liquor to fall out your mouth. You coughed harshly as you scrunched up your eyebrows and looked at his drunken form. He had a hazy smile on his face as he came closer to you.

“Let’s do shots. One won't hurt right?” He asked already grabbing a full bottle of vodka that rested on the full table of drinks.

You shook your head in protest but your mouth betrayed you, “Why not!” You shouted, the effects of the alcohol not catching up with you yet. 

He started setting up the shots while stumbling in his spot, your drunken laughter filled the room as you saw him fumbling to pour the smooth liquid into the small cups. When he finished he gave you a quick shove and faced your way again. He could see the anticipation dripping down your face, you were both very competitive and loved winning in anything.

“Okay, so whoever finishes all the shots first gets to slap the other person,” He told you with raised eyebrows, bouncing in his spot, Steve drunk was something else, “Deal?”

You didn't even have to think before you agreed with a nod and faced the endless row of shots, a small voice in the back of your head telling you to abort and run away but it was drowned out by all the liquor in your system. 

Steve started a countdown, sticking his arms out to prevent you from starting before he finished, “Three, two… one!” He yelled the last number, his hands flying to the first cup.

You were about to yell at him in opposition to him blocking you but you stopped yourself as you saw he had already downed two shots. You didn't want to get slapped by Steve's big beefy hands, he would most likely slap you ten times harder from being drunk and not having that much control over his strength.

You snatched up two shots and opened your mouth wide, downing two at a time. In no time this technique got you down to four shots quickly. Steve looked over to your line of shots to see you were almost done while he had eight left. He let out a squawk in anger and turned back to finish as many shots as he could before you.

In the end, you won, the thick liquid sending a sting to your throat as it went down too smoothly. When the last shot cup dropped to the floor you let out a loud ‘yes’ and raised your hands in the air, happy you beat Steve.

You looked over to him, he was still on his last drink and the cup fell from his hands as he realized he had lost. He let out a loud groan, slamming the table with his fist in disappointment causing the scattered liquor bottles to shake in their place and cups to fall onto the floor in a heap.

You wasted no time in repositioning him to face you, you licked your lips as you brought your hand back. With a slick grin on your face, you swung your hand down, smacking Steve across the cheek. A loud clap echoed through the kitchen. You brought your hand up covering your mouth in laughter, slapping Steve was a highlight of your night something you definitely would never forget.

After that slap, Steve was feeling vengeful, he wanted to get you back so instead of filling up his cups all the way he would only pour a little in. But he overfilled yours leaving the liquid peaking out the top. You were still basking in your glory from beating Steve and the wandering crowd that had started to accumulate around you both was cheering you on, too busy dancing in your spot to notice Steve’s devious plan unleashing.

Steve slammed the empty bottle of vodka on the table, reeling your attention to him, a wicked smirk plastered on his face. 

“Ready for round two?” He asked sinisterly.

“You know it, Stevie!” You yelled, slapping him on the back as you slightly stumbled from your delayed movements.

Your hands planted palm down on the wobbly table as Steve started the countdown again.

“Three… Two… One!” He shouted slapping the back of your head to deter you, making you jump and lose focus.

The cheering of people got you back on track as you started to down the drinks that seemed endless, you weren't going as fast as you were previously and that brought your spirit down, these damn drinks were never-ending.

Still, on your third shot, you heard the crowd start to roar in mixes of boos and cheers, you looked up to see that Steve had magically finished all his shots. Your face dropped in surprise and that's when you saw Steve's evil smirk, your stomach dropped as you realized what he had done, it was too late to back out now as he gripped your shoulder keeping you in place as he proceeded to slap the living shit out you. Your soul felt like it was about to leave your body and then a burning stinging sensation came from your left cheek.

You were too drunk to notice Wanda in the crowd staring at you intently, she wasn't cheering or booing for the winner and loser. She looked at you with longing wishing you would step out of your immature drinking game with Steve and be with her. Her heart froze when she saw you get slapped thinking how you deserved it just a little. But she wanted so badly to go and rip you from his hold and put ice on your cheek to make you feel better, she was about to until you started uncontrollably laughing from the slap. Her shoulders dropped as she looked away and slowly backed out of the crowd, grabbing a full bottle of raspberry Smirnoff vodka. What was supposed to be a night full of fun, dancing in your arms turned out to be the exact opposite and she couldn't help but be dispirited.

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As the party grew impossibly bigger the deeper the night got you and Steve had managed to gather a larger crowd around you both chanting for you both to keep going but that all turned around when Steve was about to win again and ended up projectile vomiting across the table. People trembled with anger, all the liquor that was now of no use and the vile smell that came. The crowd slowly dispersed back to the party.

You and Steve started in a fit of wild laughter, the alcohol has overtaken both of you severely. Then you felt a smack against the back of your head and you hissed at the feeling bringing your hand to rub the spot. The next thing you saw was Sharon popping into your field of view with a towel and bottle of water. She had a stern look on her face when you met eye contact with you and her features softened when she looked at Steve.

She grabbed his bicep as she redirected him away from the kitchen, away from you. She looked back at you with an annoyed expression and yelled.

“Nice job Y/n, real nice fucking job.” She exclaimed sarcastically as Steve let out a soft groan from his aching stomach, he most likely got alcohol poisoning.

You rolled your eyes and shouted back slurred, “He started it!”

You could hear her sneer as she walked out of the kitchen with Steve, you shrugged your shoulders sauntering out of the kitchen in the opposite direction, hopefully, you could find Wanda and attempt to apologize in your drunken state. Stumbling your way onto the dance floor, you looked around in a haze as you leaned your back against the wall for support. You brought your hand up to your face and ran it down, you were already exhausted and wanted nothing but to go home and call it a night, but first, you had to find Wanda.

It didn't take long to find her, her old-fashioned 60s dress making her stick out like color in a crowd of black and white. She was glistening from the sweat probably from being packed around a bunch of other bodies in a room that wasn't built for this amount of humans.

She held an almost empty vodka bottle in the air, she was drunk, beyond drunk. She was wiggling her hips wildly as she jumped up and down. Your mouth was agape as you looked on. Your heartstrings tugging because you have never seen her like this, you've never seen her drink this much alcohol ever and you couldn't help but feel responsible. You cowered in your spot wishing you could sink into the wall and never be released. The blasting music was beating on your eardrums the more you stared at her. Her hair was bouncing about and you remembered how she bumped her ends so she could look more like Laura Petrie, which made your heart ache more. 

In a room of people, she was the most bewitching, the way her skin shone in the neon lights, the way her dress hugged her curves tight, and the way her smile entranced you. She is your world, and you had to make it right with her because the guilt was eating you up. As you contemplated walking up to her and pulling her out of her frenzy a sweaty shirtless man with long black hair crept up behind her, your body froze in its spot and anger bubbled up within you. He slowly placed his hands on her hips dipping them lower until they rested on her pelvis. He started to grind on her, pressing his front into her rear. He was practically dry humping her in the middle of the dance floor. She didn't notice because the buzz of the alcohol distracted her from any presence behind her. They swayed together on the dancefloor and a grimace crossed your face. 

Your blood ran cold and your hands fisted as you seethed through your mouth. Still in your thoughts, as violent saying ran rampant through your mind you started to unconsciously walk towards the pair, trudging through the big crowd to reach your destination. People instantly moved out of your way, seeing your angry face as you whizzed past them.

Wanda was still in the moment, the music bringing her to a different dimension almost as if she was on drugs, then when she opened her eyes all she saw was you storming over to her. She tried to think of what she did wrong to see such revulsion mixed with distaste broadcasted on your face. She immediately brought her hands down from the air and stopped dancing to assess her surroundings to find the problem. And that's when she heard an unpleasant deep voice whisper in her ear, nothing like yours.

“Come on baby, why’d you stop. You were loving it so much.” She wanted to hurl at the pet name he called her. She stumbled as she turned around and backed away from him, not realizing he was behind her the whole time. Now she knew why you were advancing on her with your fist in a ball, thunder in your steps.

‘I-I didn't. No, I don’t like it, and don't call me baby!” Wanda stuttered as she reprimanded him tripping over her heels that she found at a vintage clothing store. 

Before she could scold him some more she felt a strong grip on her waist, when she looked over she saw your rage-filled face, but you didn't meet her gaze, you stared daggers into the man in front of you. You moved her towards you without sparing her a glance, sidestepping her and snatching the bottle from her hands. She let out a squeal from the power you exerted.

The next thing she saw was the basically empty bottle coming in contact with the side of the man's face, his screams shook everyone on the dancefloor as people stopped dancing to look at the occurrence. You took the opportunity at his weakened form to hop onto him sending punch after punch to his face, the shocked noises of people silence out the pleas of Wanda telling you to stop.

You don't hear her as fury has completely overtaken you, why was he touching your woman, who does he think he is? Wanda tries to pull you off but it's like you're planted on top of him and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t. She stumbles back, worried displayed on her features.

All it took was Sam and Bucky spotting what was happening on the dancefloor for them to pull you off of the man. He had a busted lip and swelling eye, you weren't even close to being done with him when they pulled you off. You kicked your legs angrily as strong hands pulled you back from your biceps.

The man could charge you for assault but this was Tony’s frat house and he could just tell the police that he was trespassing and causing trouble which would grant you in the clear, but you knew he wouldn't try because of the shame he had for being beaten by a woman. 

Once they pulled you off Wanda came into your view with worried filled eyes, her hands roamed your face looking for any sign of bruising or blood even though you were the only one who landed successful punches. She bit her lip harshly as she examined your face, your anger dissipating at seeing her in such distress. Her hands came to rest on your chest.

“Are you okay?” She asked sucking on the inside of her cheek as she held in the urge to slap you from being so careless.

You shook your head at loss for words as she dragged you away from the dancefloor and into a secluded hallway that was isolated from people.

“Why the fuck would you do that Y/n? You could've gotten yourself hurt.” She tells you.

“Because he was all over you, you didn't see the way he was touching you. It made me so fucking angry. I’m sorry, Wands.” You said shakily as her soft hands cupped your cheeks.

“I know, I know you're sorry. I heard that speech that you gave to Tony and Nat, I was just too pissed to come back and talk to you.”

A smile broke out on your face when you realized Wanda wasn’t totally angry with you. You shook your head, your nerves calming down finally. A beam erupted on her face, she held your cheeks in place as she came in for a kiss.

You weren't expecting her to break out in a kiss with you but you accepted it gratefully, savoring the taste of her lips. The tangy leftover taste of what you could tell was raspberry vodka scattered on her lips. The kiss started to intensify as your hands found their place on the sides of her waist. You squeezed her waist in satisfaction, she opened her mouth slightly to allow you entrance to her tongue. Your tongue automatically wrapped around hers as she let out a soft moan.

You pulled her closer towards you as you sucked on her lower lip, making her squirm in her spot. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as it twisted and clenched in need of you there.

You pushed her against what you thought was a wall but a door burst open and you both stumbled into the small closet that was surprisingly empty, you didn't waste any time in slamming the door shut with your foot.

You shoved her against the flat wall roughly which made her groan, the spot between her legs started to wet uncontrollably. You moved your head to her jaw sucking on it harshly making sure there would be marks, your lips then traveled to her aromatic warm neck that smelled of fresh roses with a hint of peppermint. Releasing a moan from the anticipation bubbling up inside of you.

She twisted her head as you continued to suck on the soft flesh of her skin, she was in heaven right now in your arms. She couldn't get enough of you as she brought her hands up to your shoulders and pushed you down. You knew what she was hinting at and a smug smile crawled on your face.

You stepped away from her as your hands came to her back, unzipping her dress from behind while keeping eye contact with her. She bit her lips in suspense and smiled, her nose scrunching up just a little which always made you go wild, that was enough for you to harshly bring the zip down. Her dress seemingly glided off of her body like dripping water, she brought her hands down to her side so the dress could fall off perfectly. She was perfect, way past perfect. 

She had on a dark red velvet matching set of lingerie, your eyebrows raising in surprise, maybe she planned this all along for you both to end up wrapped in each other's arms when the night ended.

Her pale skin contrasts beautifully with the set, the way her breast poked out from the top of the bra. The way her toned stomach flowed with her breathing, and the way her slim legs stood next to each other, slightly trembling from your presence. 

Your hands came down to her waist again as you connected your foreheads, breathing her in.

“Only I get to call you baby, no one else.” You whispered in the silent room, the music being silenced from the door.

She shook her head ardently as her hands came up to the nape of your neck, she squeezed lightly. You delivered a sloppy kiss to her plump lips, she craved them so much she felt like she was going to faint from the touch.

When you backed your head away she let out a little whine but that was soon stopped when you lowered yourself to your knees taking off your suit jacket. You looked up at her from the ground and gave her a gentle smirk, in return she gave you a shy smile.

You quickly grabbed the back of the thighs and lifted her up, she got the memo and placed her thighs on your shoulders, her hands moving to the wall of support. Her breathing became rash as she realized the position you were in. You pressed her back against the wall to ensure she wouldn't fall over by any means. You were now facing her clothed pussy, you brought your finger up to slide the fabric over and in no time you were met with her bare cunt, glistening in the darkness.

You stuck your tongue out giving a single lick to her folds making the brunette goddess above you squirm, her thighs clamping tightly around your head, she interlaced her ankles making sure her hold didn't waver.

You sent your tongue to lick around her buzzing clit, you played with it for a few seconds before you rubbed it between your teeth. She let out a loud moan and rolled her eyes shut, pressing her head into the wall. You attached both your lips to her clit and began sucking wildly, making her shiver uncontrollably from the pleasure. 

You bring your head away from her sparkling cunt and whisper, “You're mine, and only mine, you understand, baby?” 

She sucked in a quick breath and breath out an elated yes, nodding her head against the wall, messing up her perfectly ironed hair. A smug smirk rested upon your face as you reattached your lips with her aching clit. You continued to mess around with it as you grazed your teeth against her clit, making her release a low growl. Her hands were back on your shoulder now, her fingers digging deep into your skin, your tank top proving ineffective at protecting your skin.

Once you finished with her clit you ran your tongue through her wanting folds, making her writhe above you, her legs tightening against your head more as she pressed your head forward with her shaking hands wanting you to go deeper.

Your tongue pushed past her folds and deeper into her, she releases a throaty deep moan. Pumping your tongue in and out of her like clockwork. Her hips start rutting against your tongue and she jerks her hips down so your tongue can go deeper. You're lucky that your tongue is long enough to reach the collection of nerves at the base of her pelvis. Her hands squeezing against your hair as the fulfillment is too much for her, she is reaching her breaking point.

All it takes is for you to nudge your nose into her sensitive clit and pop your tongue out from her and slip it back in for her to reach the edge and fall over. A series of short and long powerful moans were emitted from her mouth. Her walls tightened around your tongue and the next thing you knew was liquid filling up your mouth, you hungrily swallowed it down, some of the escaped liquid falling down your face to your neck. You were covered in her and you didn't mind one bit.

When she settled down and released her tight grip on your hair you removed your tongue and backed your head away to take a deep breath. Her thighs go limp on your shoulder as she rests her back completely against the wall. 

You gently take her legs from your shoulders and stand up, with uneven breathing and a fast-beating heart. You looked at her adoringly and closed in on her with a kiss. She could taste herself on your lips and that made her giddy and made her stomach clench again.

You pulled back and pulled a wide smile staring dreamily at her. She placed a quick pet on your lips, “Thank you, baby.”

Your face lit up at her soft tone and you bit your lip, “My pleasure, dear.” She came in for the kiss this time and savored it, savored your warm body against hers, and savored the taste of her on your tongue.

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You helped Wanda get back into her dress that was splayed on the floor, zipping her up from behind as your cool hands passed over her bare shoulders which sent shivers down her spine. When you were done you placed a soft and long kiss on her shoulder. She closed her eyes taking this moment in as you whispered sweet nothings in her ear, she turned her head to the side to see that your eyes were closed as you were taking her in, her heart couldn't help but beat ten times faster at the sight. Her hair was anything but neat now, but resembling a lion's mane as her thick hair ran in every possible direction.

 You both exited the small closet, your suit jacket splayed over her shoulders, you didn't mind the goosebumps that were scattered across your arm. You decided to leave out the back door of the frat house, wanting to avoid all your friend's questions about the fight, saving it for another day and time. On your way out you snatched a sealed water bottle from the lone cooler. Wanda had already made her way outside and you rushed to catch up with her, scolding yourself at the headache you were starting to receive from your alcohol intake.

As you guys made it to the sidewalk heading back to the direction of your apartment you put your arm around Wanda’s clothed shoulder, she bit her lips as a small smile came to her face. She was loving the gentleness that you always showed her. You popped open the bottle by doing a quick trick you learned from Nat to open it with one hand.

You ushered the bottle towards Wanda and she looked up from her snuggled spot between your arm with raised eyebrows.

“Drink, you’re gonna thank me later.” 

She silently thanked you and took a sip, you looked at her with soft eyes. The way her mouth formed around the water bottle, the way her plump lips wrapped around the plastic did something to you and you wiggled in your spot.

She gave you the bottle back, half-drunken. She told you how if she drank anymore she would pee on the spot and you let out a chuckle and redirected your gaze ahead of you, pulling her in closer. You finished off the water bottle and stored it in your large pant pocket.

The rest of the walk home was silent but you both didn't mind, being close to one another was all you truly needed. She rested her head on your shoulder as you continued to walk, a content smile lacing its way onto your face.

 Her company was what always kept your blood moving and your heart pumping, and you couldn't get enough of it. 

»

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

https://www.tumblr.com/hopelesslygaysstuff/774325665998782464/milfmommywanda-whos-ovulating-and-just-wants-to?source=share

sorry! 18, she/her

-🛍️

Thank you!!

ahem onto the thoughts...

tw for like pregnancy and breeding kink w a strap

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"Baby, please," Wanda says, and you steel yourself.

"I told you, Wands," you say, turning around in your chair, the words faltering as your mouth falls open.

God, she's beautiful. The red lingerie is tantalizing, accentuating her waist and hips, the neckline swooping dangerously low, almost to her belly button. There's a slight smirk on her face, and she brings her hand from behind her back to show you the strap she's carrying.

"Is that-"

"The new squirting strap?" Wanda smirks fully now, smug as she watches your face flush and hips squirm against your chair. "Yes it is."

She walks towards you, and you glance back at your computer, trying to convince your arousal-filled mind that work is important. But, fuck. Wanda is right there with her hips swaying, and then she's seated on your lap, pressing the tip of the strap between your lips while her hand runs through your hair.

"I need you inside me, darling,"

---

"Oh fuck, yes harder. Breed me, baby, breed Mommy and fill her up with your thick cock," Wanda moans, her hands grasping the sheets to tightly her knuckles bleed white.

You moan in response, gripping her hips from behind and fucking roughly into her, the base of the strap hitting your clit perfectly and working you up in tandem with Wanda.

"Good girl," you mutter, reaching around to rub her clit in careful, quick circles while she shudders beneath you. "Taking me so well, do you like my cock, Mommy?"

Without waiting for a response, you continue, "Fuck, I love this. I love making your mind melt from pleasure, I need you to let me do this all the time, baby. God, you're so fucking sexy right now, imagine what you'll look like all swollen and pregnant from my cum, do you want that? Wanna be a good Mommy for me and take my cum?"

Wanda whines, cumming from your words and the rough way your strap hits her g-spot in tandem with your fingers on her clit. In a quick movement, you squeeze the side of the strap, releasing all the fake cum from inside.

"Oh god, yes. Fill me up, sweetheart. Make Mommy pregnant, fuck I love it when you breed me," Wanda moans, her voice raspy.

As you continue to fuck her, Wanda's moans turn into incoherent babbles and soft whines, and you look down to see some of the fake cum dribbling out of her. The sight make you cum against the strap, one of your hands steading yourself while you ride it out, kissing Wanda softly on the neck of her neck.

"There's still some more cum in the toy, baby," you whisper, hearing Wanda's breath hitch. With a smirk, you slowly move your hips, moving the toy in and out of her slowly.

"Time for round two."

[wandafiction]

Just Us - Series List Chapter 1 -98

Y/n is a multimillionaire. Wanda Maximoff is a divorced mum of two twin boys who is trying her best. What happens when their paths cross at a club and Y/n takes Wanda home for the night?

Warnings: This story is an 18+ read, Minors DNI, contains talks and description of Death, Accidents, Injury, Child Loss, Abuse (Physical and Emotional), Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Suggestive themes, Smut (Each Chapter With Themes Explained), Angst (Lots of It), And Some Fluff Thrown in because I felt bad. Top Reader, Bottom Wanda

Each chapter will come with their own warnings.

This is a story that I have put up on my Wattpad and my Ao3 and thought I would share it here for more of you wonderful people. I do hope you enjoy this read. There will be mistakes here and there and maybe some incorrect translations.

So this is an AU story with the MCU characters. So the ages and story lines with be changed and different from that in the movies. 

I will right some history for each character as the story progresses just so ages and other things make sense. 

All the Character's in this are played by their respective actors and certain aspects of the MCU have been added in. But once again its not going to be an alternative marvel story it is a completely different universe. 

I don't own any if the MCU characters.

Master List

Chapter List

Chapter 1 - Yours or Mine

Chapter 2 18+ - First Time

Chapter 3 - How Much

Chapter 4 18+ - Beautiful

Chapter 5 - Accent

Chapter 6 - The Twins

Chapter 7 - Just Add 8

Chapter 8 - Panic Attack

Chapter 9 - Sounds Like A date

Chapter 10 - Happy Tears

Chapter 11 - Twenty Percent

Chapter 12 - Favourite Colour

Chapter 13 - Ex-husbands Clothes

Chapter 14 18+ - Trust is Not Like Candy

Chapter 15 - Morning Bliss

Chapter 16 - Sisterly Advice

Chapter 17 - Lunch Date

Chapter 18 - Not By Blood, By Choice

Chapter 19 18+ - Frozen Peas

Chapter 20 - Scarlet Witch

Chapter 21 - Iron Man

Chapter 22 18+ - Love Language

Chapter 23 - The Friends

Chapter 24 - Hela's Kitchen

Chapter 25 - The Question

Chapter 26 - From Second To First

Chapter 27 - Mr Blue Sky

Chapter 28 - Protective Friend

Chapter 29 - It's Real To Me

Chapter 30 - Pile On

Chapter 31 18+ - Water Fight

Chapter 32 - Head Scratches

Chapter 33 - Billy's Discovery

Chapter 34 - Superhero Trio

Chapter 35 - Pancakes and L Bombs.

Chapter 36 - 10 Out Of 10 Dive

Chapter 37 - Tickle Monster

Chapter 38 - Sarah Stark

Chapter 39 - Love Persevering

Chapter 40 - First Meeting

Chapter 41 - Hear, Listen, Take It In

Chapter 42 - Touch

Chapter 43 - Mockingbird

Chapter 44 - Family

Chapter 45 - Search Party

Chapter 46 - Bowl Of Popcorn

Chapter 47 - Pet Names

Chapter 48 18+ - Trying Something New

Chapter 49 - French Braids

Chapter 50 - Not Taking Advantage

Chapter 51 - To Understand Someone

Chapter 52 - The Row

Chapter 53 18+ - I Need You

Chapter 54 - Your Flaws Are Your Strengths

Chapter 55 18+ - Jealousy

Chapter 56 - I Can't Be Here

Chapter 57 - Stephanie Grace Turner

Chapter 58 - Zak The Waiter

Chapter 59 18+ - Declarations

Chapter 60 - Clingy

Chapter 61 - Triple Chocolate Brownies

Chapter 62 - Watch Me

Chapter 63 - Grown-Up Conversations

Chapter 64 - A+

Chapter 65 18+ - Dynamic

Chapter 66 - You Don't Get It

Chapter 67 - Conditioned

Chapter 68 - Selachimorpha

Chapter 69 - Beed Stroganoff

Chapter 70 - Ruby-Throated Hummingbird

Chapter 71 - Realisations

Chapter 72 - Princess

Chapter 73 - The Talk

Chapter 74 - Black Widow

Chapter 75 - Can I Join You

Chapter 76 - Люли, люли, люленьки

Chapter 77 - Moose

Chapter 78 - Aurora Borealis

Chapter 79 - Calgary

Chapter 80 18+ - Mirror

Chapter 81 - Massage and Important Conversations

Chapter 82 - Banff

Chapter 83 - Strawberries

Chapter 84 - Bayushki Bayu

Chapter 85 - Cookies

Chapter 86 18+ - Control

Chapter 87 - Hyper Puppy

Chapter 88 - Treehouse

Chapter 89 - 312

Chapter 90 - Forgiveness

Chapter 91 18+ - Always Feel Good

Chapter 92 - Your Third Love

Chapter 93 18+ - Daddy

Chapter 94 - Home

Chapter 95 - Stalker

Chapter 96 - Can't Catch A Break

Chapter 97 18+ - Mile High Club

Chapter 98 - Happy

Series List 99 -

[cakechan123]

Can someone please create some unique or diff wanda stories. I m bored with same old mommy wanda or dominant wanda.

Sub or bottom or switch wanda stories are so less.

Enemies to frnds are also rare

And arrange marriage stories or mafia stories.(sub wanda and dom reader).. I don't see any.

Rich bully wanda x poor nerd reader stories(intersex reader)

Or

Famous rich reader and cheerleader wanda already in relationship with vision her future fiancé set by her parents.. Wanda cheating on vision with y/n. They might be fuck buddies or y/n put some condition or blackmail infront of wanda.

Imagine wanda being a good sub houswife for her spouse. Cooking and pleasuring her spouse instead of being the most powerful being. Also her spouse has no idea about Wanda's power.

Or

Wanda is a spy and seduce y/n who is a dangerous person.. What will happen if y/n got to know about it.

Can someone please mention the stories if there are any.

(I m happy to reader wanda or Elizabeth stories with good story + smut) not only boring smut. Smut only works 100% for me if there is a story in it. ♥️

[randomshyperson]

One Of Your Girls - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

summary: A study session turns into a make out session. Or the one where the most beautiful girl on campus is your situationship and you would never refuse to distract her, even during exam weeks.

words: 3.820k | warnings: (+18), college au, fuck buddies, popular!wanda x loser!reader, mostly smut but there’s actually some plot here, bottom!wanda (we need way more of this sorry), oral, fingering, some dirty talk, reader is briefly described to be shy and introverted because of the loser archetype, w and r are actually super comfortable with each other don’t be fooled, text messages are in bold cause i never tried that before.

A/N-> I have written more than 100 works for wanda, but I don’t remember ever writing casual sex before. To be a demisexual is really something, huh? Anyways, this was actually based on “One of Your Girls” from Troye Sivan, but around the middle I just started doing my own thing honestly. Good reading!

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad | Song-Based Collection

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To inspire students to have sharper minds, as she likes to say, Miss Harkness is known for having the hardest tests on the entire campus. This means that you needed to study seriously for next week's exam, without quick readings or breaks to watch the television or talk about anything other than Applied Sociology with your friends.

And definitely, no 'study' sessions with Wanda Maximoff.

You shouldn't even think about Wanda, and her emerald eyes and bold hands. You need to think about Émile Durkheim or Max Weber, and any other sociologist from past centuries, with their difficult theories from which long and complicated questions will be in your exam.

But Wanda and the casual thing you two have is like clockwork. You had barely made up your mind about keeping your distance, and prepared a proper study session in your dorm - empty that afternoon due to a divine miracle that occupied Natasha and her girlfriend Maria all day - for your cell phone to vibrate with the notification from the person you had decided to ignore.

Stealing a glance at the contact name, you grunted quietly and turned your attention back to the book that had just finished reading the first page.

Focus.

Another vibration makes you roll your eyes.

Wanda didn't do anything wrong, maybe you could just say you’re busy.

"I am bored."

Her text makes you laugh through your nose. Typing quickly, you don't expect a return to your "And I’m busy. Talk to u later."

Your cell phone vibrates again, but you stand firm. Sociology will not study itself. There's a shift of pages, and you taste some of the mint tea from the mug on the table before your cell phone rings again.

Maybe it's someone else. It may be important.

You can’t even fool yourself.

The book is placed on your lap, and you unlock the screen for a photo that brings a warm color to your ears and spreads around your body as quickly as this whole thing began.

"What if I was in public?." You type with a certain harshness, which doesn't match the way your heart missed a beat. Or how you've completely forgotten about the book now, and all you can do is bite back a sigh at the image of the prettiest nipples in this galaxy.

Wanda responds in the same second, and you want to ignore the way your stomach twists at the thought of her feeling eager for a response from you.

"Kinky."

You laugh, rolling your eyes. "You're the worst" That's what you type. You end up sighing when looking at the pile of books around. Wanda only needed one stupid photo to completely take your focus away.

She types before you can tell her off for it. "Are you in your dorm? Wanna see you."

You bite your lip. She is so infuriating.

"I have to study."

You can almost hear her giggling on the other end. "Don't you always?"

You think about cursing at her teasing, but you don't want to cross any lines. It's true that this relationship is a constant push and pull, but Wanda isn't clingy for no reason. You're about to ask if something happened when she adds "Are you really gonna force me to send another photo..."

You swallow hard. "I'm not forcing you to do anything. I was innocently studying until now.”

It takes her a moment, but finally, there's another photo. With your fingers shaking, you forget to breathe at the image of her thighs, a red garter belt in contrast to the pale skin, barely covered by her mini-skirt. It was such a simple image yet so provocative, Wanda truly had talent.

"Fuck me." You sigh quietly, unable to type anything back for a moment.

And so she does it first. "Did I melt your brain?"

“Please come here.” You begged, only imagining her smirk on the other line.

Wanda typed back a second later; “I thought you were studying. I wouldn't want to distract you.”

You huckle incredulously at her cynicism, and almost type back a curse but end up deciding to get up instead, hurrying to make the room less messy for your guest.

Wanda takes a while to show up at your room - Unlike you, she lives on the other side of campus, in an apartment shared with her brother. The outfit she's wearing is definitely more impressive in person, and you have to control yourself not to feel jealous at the realization that a good part of the university has just seen her parading around looking so stunning. This was definitely Yelena's doing, the one responsible for trying out everything she learned in her course on her friends and successfully dressing the whole group like supermodels.

Sometimes you wish you were more sociable, at least to be friends with Yelena and get new clothes.

Not that you have any idea of ​​this, but Wanda did a great job of hiding the way her stomach did two flips when she saw how comfy you looked, the dark green sweatshirt covering your shorts making her immediately think about exploring underneath.

"What's up, loser?"

Wanda had this problem. High defense barriers, almost all the time, but especially when she was feeling things that were out of her control. Like the way her heart raced in your presence, or how she was starting to run out of decent excuses to meet you without admitting the only reason was simply because she wanted to spend some time together.

When you first talked, freshman year, she was the most intimidating person on campus (she still is), but with a little insistence (or friends playing cupid) you had managed to see sides of her that no one else had seen. And vice versa.

It was a pretty interesting dynamic, the most popular girl on campus and a big nerd with social anxiety were somehow dating. Wanda dragged you to parties whenever possible, a possessive hand on yours and a threatening look at any idiot who thought of giving you a hard time. And often you end up in some drunken Instagram live or records of friends making out in the background.

When you weren’t doing the things she liked, Wanda would just show up. After your classes, in the study hall, during your break from your internship, and in your dorm. She didn’t mind showing you off, but there was something so soft about spending time alone. When her defenses were down, the mean girl mask would fall and she would laugh at your stupid jokes, or dress up in your clothes to make pancakes in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t an official relationship, but it was something really closer to one. Something that gave her free rein to come and go as she pleased from your life, and mess everything around as she went.

You made room for her to enter, and she gave a long kiss to your cheek before leaving her shoes at the entrance. You were blushing when you closed the door.

The dorm you shared with Natasha had little more than the space needed for two beds and two desks, but somehow you and her managed to squeeze in enough decorations on the walls and even some of her ballet and fighting awards. Your side was covered in band and movie posters and science holiday medals. A barely used keyboard sat dusty in the corner, and you had made a mental note to show Wanda how to play Over the Rainbow sometime. She tossed her backpack on the corner of your desk, and you hurried to try to clear up some of the clutter on the wood, blushing even more when she chuckled. 

“Come here.” She asked softly, and you swallowed hard as you stumbled closer to her again, guided by her hands holding your wrists. Wanda actually wanted your arms around her, and that’s where she put them. So her hands went up to your shoulders. “You always get so shy when we’re alone.” 

“I am shy.” 

She shakes her head slightly.  “That’s not true,” she says, leaning in close to brush her lips against yours. You gasp slightly, and Wanda pulls away, teasing. "You're an introvert, but no one shy says the things you say when you're turned on, darling"

Yochuckle, shaking your head with pink cheeks. "Shut up." 

She bites back a smile, and leans in, but the kiss is too short, it's so unfair. You try to chase her mouth, but Wanda pulls away to hug you. And that surprises you as much as her breathing deeply into your neck. 

You don't remember hugging her before. Not really. There's plenty of sex of course, and making out and pillow talk and late-night snacks. But Wanda isn't the type to cuddle, or hug. It gives what you two have an intimacy that you understand she doesn't want to have, or didn’t, past tense. 

Your hand caresses your back, and you're not quite sure if you should say anything but finally you do; "Is everything okay?"

It's like throwing a bucket of cold, reality-filled water over her. She breaks the hug, forcing a laugh that doesn't convince you at all.

"Of course!" She says, pulling you close at once and giving you a kiss that's much more determined than before. That almost makes you forget where you were, almost. "Let's take these off." She pulls the folds of your sweater up, but even though you let her, you risk:

"Wanda, are you sure-"

She cuts you off again, this time kissing you with tongue. It's definitely hotter, and it elicits a breathless moan from you. Her hand holds your face, controlling the kiss until you whimper against her mouth. Wanda lets you breathe as she pushes you by the shoulders to the bed, and you fall sitting, facing her.

"I said take your clothes off." She repeats, but it's her who puts on a little show. She pulls off her blouse at once, and the exposure of her breasts covered only by a red lace bra leaves you mesmerized. Wanda giggles at your reaction. “Every damn time.” She teases, her hands moving to undo it. But you move suddenly, grabbing her hips and pulling her onto your lap in urgency. Wanda gasps in surprise at the heated kiss, losing herself in the task of removing her bra as you start to suck on her tongue. With one hand on your shoulder for support, the other ruffles your hair before she feels her bra loosen on her body, not having even noticed your hands working on the clasp until now. She bites her bottom lip as she feels the item being pulled away from her body. 

“You’re getting better at this.” She teases again. You look at her with lust-bright eyes but also with a frown.

“Better? When have I ever been bad at this? Certainly not with you, because you came three times on your first time together.” 

Wanda raises an eyebrow at you, her hips grinding slowly against your lap. “Like I said, not shy at all.” You roll your eyes, gripping her hips a little more firmly to guide her movements. It's Wanda who chases your mouth again, returning with equal fervor every kiss you give her.

Your hands let go of her hips to slide down her thighs, until finally touching the garter belt. You break the kiss with an affected groan, and Wanda takes the opportunity to catch her breath a little. If the image of her swollen lips and dilated pupils wasn't enough to drive you crazy, looking down did. Her skirt was wrinkled up, and the red garter belt was truly a sight. A damp spot was now visible on your pants from all her grinding, and you would have time to feel proud of making her so aroused with just kisses later.

As you pulled the garters and made them slap gently against Wanda's skin, you smiled when she shivered, a breathy moan escaping her mouth. It was such a beautiful thing, turning all her bad girl attitude into a pathetic mess of whimpering.

But suddenly you remembered that she had walked across half the campus wearing this, so your clenched jaw had another reason.

"Did you get dressed up for me?"

Wanda gave a short laugh, not really understanding what you were saying. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You glared at her, your hands giving another warning tug, and Wanda wanted to hate the way her body twitched, but she couldn't help it.

"If not me, who?"

She blinked in confusion, deep in her own lust. 

Why were you still talking when she was literally dripping on your lap?

"What are you-" She fell silent when you grabbed her throat, your grip making her thrust her hips in desperation for friction, her mouth opening in a needy moan. Her own reaction surprised her, and Wanda would have tried to work things out if you hadn't taken away her ability to respond when you kissed her again, dirty and hard until she started whimpering on your tongue again. When you pulled apart again, your fingers invaded her mouth and Wanda's eyes widened, realizing that this might be the first time she'd come without even being properly touched.

You seemed to have noticed the same thing, a chuckle escaping you as she began sucking on your fingers with the same fervor she was trying to grind into your lap.

"Tsk, look at you, Wanda." You began, your hand moving from her throat down to her garter belt, to pull it off again. "You really want me to believe anyone else can turn you into this needy mess?" Flushed with arousal, Wanda still manages to frown in confusion. Anyone else. What the hell are you talking about? There’s no one else.

But suddenly, you remove your fingers from her mouth, and when she tries to ask, it's too late. Your soaked fingers have moved down and they fill her without warning, sinking inside her and eliciting a throaty moan that makes her head fall forward, forehead to yours, and nails digging into your shoulders. You laugh hoarsely. "Fuck, you're so wet, Wands."

The dirty sound of your fingers moving inside her echoes in the room along with her breathless moans, but you don't prolong things for too long. There’s an urgency and roughness to your movements that makes Wanda roll her eyes back and bounce on your fingers in animalistic desperation.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—” It’s always such a beautiful sight. She arches on top of you, spasming as her climax hits her and spreads hot waves of pleasure. Your hand is soaked, but you pull your fingers away to lick them one by one as Wanda tries to get back into orbit.

When she finally does, it's rewarding. It's your turn to have your throat grabbed, and Wanda presses forward until you're lying on the bed, at her mercy, even as a smile plays on your lips.

It's time for her to shake that smugness off your face.

"You're overdressed." It comes in a warning tone, and her hands go down to remove your clothes, one by one. You help her, between one kiss and another, a touch and a squeeze, until finally, Wanda ends up on your lap again, this time, with no fabric between you other than the beautiful lingerie she picked out for you.

Oh, of course she lets you know.

"I don't want you to get any more cocky than you already are." She began between the countless breathless kisses you were exchanging, minutes on end in this hot make-out session. "But all I could think about when I bought it was how you were going to look at me." She takes advantage of your gasp in surprise to bite your lip and pull, making you tremble. With a smug little smile, Wanda looks at you with darkened eyes. "And how were you going to take it off."

Your hands move of their own accord - There's a hard tug to pull her against you, and you end up rolling around on the bed, until Wanda ends up underneath, writhing at your touch. Your fingers slipped under the belt again, but now you take your time to remove the item, slowly until Wanda couldn't hold her breath any longer.

Stealing a glance at her dripping pussy that she displayed so proudly on her parted legs, you clicked your tongue again before finding your space in her middle, your hands fitting behind her thighs.

"You spoil me, you know?" You whisper, feeling her fit her ankles into your back, an impatient whimper escaping her. You were so close to where she wanted, needed, but still not giving her what she was begging for. "I don't know what I did to deserve such a sweet gift."

Wanda tries to play along, she really does. But you give her a tentative lick, and another, and all that escapes her are shaky moans, as one hand grips your hair, the other seeks support in the sheets. Something she can pull at will without hurting.

She feels hot in all the right places, and she wants to police herself for how addicted she is becoming to the feeling of having you like this, but it's impossible to think about that right now. With you eating her so well and making her forget all her problems.

You hum suddenly, satisfied at the taste, and at the vibration, Wanda loses it. There's a loud whimper escaping her throat as she arches against you, begging for more, but you hold her in place, your own hips grinding against the bed as Wanda starts to sound desperate for your tongue to go deeper.

When you risk teasing her again, shallow tongue strokes that leave her dizzy and shaking, Wanda loses her patience. She curses under her breath, and grabs your hair with determination, managing a satisfied grunt from you before she forces your face against her pussy. Not caring if she’s hurting you or suffocating you, Wanda chases her high with near desperation. She grinds her hips against your face, and locks her legs behind your back, using you until she comes.

She sounds so hot when it finally happens. Your name drips from her tongue as she drips into your mouth. It’s so strong that her body instantly goes weak, her legs shaking around you. You chuckle against her thigh, taking great satisfaction in leaving her like this.

Still catching her breath, she calls out. “Come here, asshole.”

You think she wanted a kiss, maybe another orgasm. But Wanda just adjusts you to her side, so she can rest against you. This is new too, spooning. It's the kind of thing casual encounters shouldn't do.

Of course she notices how tense you've become, and it only takes the moment for her to stop shaking for Wanda to look up, her chin resting on your chest.

"You don't have to overthink everything."

A nervous laugh escapes you. "I wasn’t."

Wanda makes a small grimace of unconvincedness. "I know you were. It's what you do. It's one of the things that makes you, you." She says, and it takes you a little by surprise. She sighs then, and looks away, resting her face against your chest again. You almost think she's not going to say anything else when she continues. "It's good that you think of all the possibilities. That way I'll never be able to disappoint you, you'll always see it coming."

You frown, absorbing her words in silence for a moment. Wanda begins to draw patterns on your stomach that look like her initials, until you sigh.

"I know we haven't named it what’s between us, but whatever it is, you can always tell me what's bothering you." You let her know quietly, your fingers playing through the strands of her hair. "And we can just talk, you know? It doesn't always have to end in sex. You don't have to get a new lingerie as an excuse to see me. No matter how hot you look on it."

She pinches you for the joke, but she’s smiling when she looks back at you.

“You’re not good at the whole casual sex thing, are you?” She teases, but she’s genuinely so happy with your previous words that she just can’t hide it.

You smile, watching her hover closer and closer. “You think? Because I think I’m doing pretty well at this, miss-Oh, baby, I’m gonna come,”

You do an imitation that makes Wanda's eyes widen and she blushes deeply while she huffs in embarrassment. You burst out laughing when she tries to cover your mouth and stop the teasing, and it ends up turning into a small fight of hands and tickles until Wanda ends up underneath again, now with her hands pinned on either side of her head.

There is an exchange of glances between the two of you, and you are smiling just like her.

You know that today, Wanda will not tell you what bothered her, what brought her here. She is right, however, you’re an overthinker and already have a hundred possibilities for what could have brought her there, and considering that you know from her friends how much she has been fighting with her father in the last few weeks, it is not hard to assume it is related to that.

But Wanda returns the intensity of your gaze, and you know that something between you has changed. She will tell you when she is ready.

Your grip on one of her hands loosens, and Wanda uses the opportunity to touch your cheek.

"What are you thinking about?"

You sigh, and she can tell. Her heart misses a beat, and she considers if she’s ready for a confession. If it would scare her or make her so happy, she would freeze. Maybe both. 

But you grimace a little, and smirk, and Wanda feels silly for even considering.

"I'm definitely going to fail Miss Harkness's class this semester."

Wanda frowns and then bursts out laughing, confused and incredulous.

"What?" She asks between laughs. “Why would you be thinking about this now? With a naked girl in your bed, you nerd!”

You giggle at her words, your free hand fitting on her waist as you wait for her to stop chuckling. "I don't know why you're laughing, this is your fault. You ruined all my study sessions with your... distracting presence."

She rolls her eyes in a playful manner. “"Well, I could always just leave-"

You grip her waist tighter, holding her in place. "Nah, who cares about classes anyway? Come here."

Wanda will definitely help you study, she makes a mental promise. But she will kiss you first just a little longer.

[themidnightcrimson]

she's my collar ࿏ wm

summary: in which you make wanda wait to get what she so desperately needs.

words: 4.5k

warnings: top!wanda, power bottom!reader, dubcon, enhanced strap, cumstrap, orgasm denial, teasing, grinding, use of leash and collar, slight breeding kink, please wanda let me make you beg to fuck me pleaseee i cant oauidsuhfwoierhoquihr

this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.

masterlist.

You knew that her mind wasn’t there all night. Distracted she was, eyes empty yet darkly full like the face of the moon, bouncing around the room with a blankness, but when they caught you… When they caught you, her pupils swarmed like a wolf’s, olive green irises hazy under dim light.

Of course, you recognized that look on her face—that look of pure desperation, of pure carnivorous need for you, nervous and impatient and dialed and lustrous. Wanda was not good at hiding it, not in the least bit. You could see right through her, which was something she was not used to, for in her view it was always the other way around. You could not boast her telekinetic powers, yet you flipped through the pages of her brain like a mastermind, fingers dog-earing the pages you knew tortured her most.

Wanda licked her lips discreetly, casting a shine on their soft pink surface. This was an act easily overlooked by everyone else at the table, but you knew exactly what it meant. It meant that she was getting needier and needier for you, getting so riled up to the point of near drooling. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, took a rushed sip of her drink and nearly spilled it. She’d been like this all night, ever since you leaned up on those little tiptoes of yours and whispered something so disgustingly unrepeatable in her ear in that innocent little voice you knew she loved.

It also didn’t help that now your foot was reaching under the table and massaging her enhanced cock over her pants. Wanda’s face twitched each time you stroked your foot up the inside of her thigh and right to the bulge in her crotch, the hard flat of your shoe digging as delicately as it could onto her.

You were sitting at a table surrounded by Wanda’s friends, all caught up in their own conversation, all completely unaware of the torture you were mercilessly laying on Wanda under the table.

Red hair curtaining her face and darkening her eyes, Wanda leaned her elbow on the table and rubbed her fist over her mouth, letting her teeth graze her knuckles. The great thing, and the twisted thing about it, was that Wanda could stop you if she wanted to. She was taller than you, stronger than you, undoubtedly more powerful than you. Wanda’s magic allowed her the ability to do whatever she wanted to you, or to anyone, for that matter. Most people feared her and avoided ticking her off like their lives depended on it because if she was in a bad mood, it certainly could.

Wanda could control your mind and make you stop. She could simply reach down and push your foot off her. You weren’t forcing anything on her.

She liked it.

You realized early on in your relationship that although Wanda puts up a front of nonchalant dominance and power, there was a part deep inside her that fed off the opposite. With you, and only you, Wanda let herself have no power. She let herself be vulnerable, be manipulated, be used. She let you have all the control. Only you.

And with that power she gave you, came great responsibility. And you used it to the best of your ability to absolutely positively torture the fuck out of this woman at every chance you got.

A grin shocked your face when Wanda’s face started to turn noticeably red. She squirmed in her chair as everyone else continued with their conversations and their eating and drinking, while Wanda’s cock bulged painfully at the fabric of her pants. She cursed herself for wearing sweatpants even though all her friends demanded that they dress cozy for their little casual dinner.

Wanda’s green eyes slowly rose to you, and there was a mix of desperation in them and also a tint of red. A warning.

You laughed out loud.

The red in her eyes faded as she looked around to make sure no one heard you laugh, a look of defeat coming over her face before that desperation came back again. Please stop, she communicated to you in your mind, her tender voice ricocheting off the walls of your brain. You winced a little—it still stung every time she used her powers on you after not using them for a while. She rarely did.

Why? you responded in your head, focusing all your energy on making your inner voice loud enough for her to hear. You could always feel it when she was inside your head. She didn’t like the power it gave her, so she rarely used it, but there was always a slight buzzing in your head when Wanda was in it. I love seeing you get so needy for me. What, you don’t like it?

You dug your shoe harder into her, and she almost squeaked.

I can’t… It almost hurts… Please- Everyone’s here- In public- It feels too good- I need you…

Wanda was losing her train of thought, her ideas coming out in punctuated, nearly incoherent sentences in your head. You smirked—she was going fuzzy for you. That was exactly where you wanted her.

Finally, you slowly released your foot from her crotch, letting your shoe drag along the inside of her leg until you finally dropped it. Wanda sighed in relief and took another shaky sip of her drink to cover it. Turning slightly away from everyone, she fiddled with the fabric of her pants, trying to cover the hard-on you’d mercilessly given her.

When dinner ended and your friends finally all got in their cars and left the restaurant parking lot that was now empty beside Wanda’s car, Wanda was on you.

Hands grabbing your hips, Wanda pushed you against the side of her car, instantly pressing her body onto you. You felt her cock against your hip, still hard, getting harder. She dug her hips against you as her lips devoured yours, slowly letting herself start to grind on you.

“Mmm-Wanda,” you murmured into her mouth before she shoved her tongue into yours, grinding herself so much onto you that she was basically humping you against her car in this empty parking lot. “Wanda, stop.”

“Mmmh-mmh,” she hummed into your mouth, panting breathlessly, her hands going to your jeans and trying to tug them down.

“Wanda, no,” you said with a laugh, using firm grip to shove her hands away from you. You knew that if you weren’t firm with her, she would fuck you right here in this public lot against her car. The thought was hot, but the federal offense wasn’t.

“Please,” she begged, pulling your hand down to her crotch and making you feel her. “I need you. It hurts. Pleaseeeee.” She went in for a kiss again, but you gently pushed her face away from yours.

“You have to wait until we get home, baby,” you told her, watching her eyes immediately widen in disbelief. To be fair, it was a half hour drive home.

“What?! No, please, just suck me off in the car,” she exclaimed, pushing herself harder onto you. As insistent as she was, that was exactly what you wanted her to be when you were building her up all through dinner.

“Nuh-uh, get in the car. You have to wait until we get home,” you said firmly, giving her some gentle taps on her cheek and ignoring the incredibly pouty look on her face as you made your way to the passenger side of the car.

Huffing, Wanda obeyed and got in the driver’s seat. You knew it was evil, physically working her up for hours just to make her wait even longer for release, but as much as she huffed and groaned, it only made her all the more desperate for you.

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Your hand on Wanda’s shoulder pushed her onto the couch of the little apartment you shared. It was a cozy place which Wanda let you have full control over decorating, though you embedded a touch of her in everything. The wallpaper, appearing to be a pretty white and red floral pattern, was actually encrypted with runes. The couch, a nostalgic green and yellow plaid, was actually the same pattern as the shirt Wanda was wearing when you first met. All the kitchen spatulas and ladles were red silicone after her signature color, and watercolor paintings of different kinds of witches hung on the walls. It was your sacred space together.

Wanda landed on the couch with a huff, and you immediately straddled her, throwing one leg over her lap and nestling down as you held your hand behind your back. Wanda perked when she heard a familiar metal clink coming from behind you when you sat down on her. Smirking, you brought your hand in front of you, revealing the pair of handcuffs.

“Baby, no,” she instantly growled, her hands grabbing your wrists. She hated when you cuffed her so that she couldn’t touch you, not for the lack of control, but because not touching you was incredibly hard for her.

“Baby, yes,” you responded with a smirk, waiting for her to let go of your wrists so you could do what you needed to do. When she didn’t, you merely lifted your brow, eyes hardening.

Wanda looked at you with pleading in her eyes which also flickered to the silver shine of the handcuffs, her wrists buzzing as they remembered the cold, hard embrace of them. Finally, she gave in, slowly letting go of your wrists.

“That’s it,” you whispered with a sharp grin. “You listen so well.”

Wanda’s soft cheeks blushed a gentle maroon as she instinctively put her wrists behind her back and leaned forward, letting her chin rest on your shoulder. You could feel how warm her body was, so close to you.

Leaning forward, you cuffed her wrists behind her back and guided her to sit back against the couch properly. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you asked in an innocent tone as you moved to get up, letting your knee brush the thing in her pants that indeed was very hard.

The maroon in her cheeks deepened. Wanda watched you, her red hair slightly covering her lips which were already agape and letting out measured, heavy breaths. You stood before her, letting your knees touch her bent ones, and pulled your shirt over your head. Wanda’s eyes followed you the way a lion follows its prey, tracking every little movement, totally locked in for the kill, nostrils flaring with the scent of blood. There was no mistaking that where dominance lacked in Wanda, lust replaced it. If you didn’t make her follow your rules, you were sure she would be fucking you every minute of the day with her enhanced strap.

While you had spent working Wanda up all night, you had also worked up yourself. You could feel the wetness in your underwear as you stripped down to wearing only those lacy black panties, your clothes and bra left discarded on the carpet at Wanda’s feet. She was pitching a tent now, squirming at the mere sight of you. You’d trained her so well.

“I can’t recall you ever being this whiny,” you chuckled as you slowly and gracefully got back on Wanda’s lap, your core buzzing with the new exposure. As you straddled her, you let your buzzing core line with her crotch, settling down on her bulge and sighing deeply with satisfaction. Wanda made an incoherent noise and twitched, squirming more as you sat right on her strap. With the pressure, you could feel even more how wet you were at the center, your closeness with Wanda now increased with the absence of another layer.

Wanda, distracted from your slight as she struggled to remain calm with the incredible warmth of you directly on her, let her eyes graze over your bare chest. Her arms twitched behind her, cuffs clinking, and you couldn’t help but laugh at her obvious attempt to touch you before remembering she was tied. She let out a groan that escalated into another whine.

“See? Whiny thing,” you remarked. Letting your fingers tangle in Wanda’s hair, admiring just how pretty she was, you suddenly rolled your hips over her with the perfect amount of pressure. Wanda gasped, the cuffs clinking harder as her body jerked in an instinct to grab your hips. Chuckling, you rolled your hips again, feeling through the thin fabric of your panties and the soft fabric of Wanda’s sweatpants as your clit rubbed onto the hardness of her cock. Wetness gushed more out of you.

“Fuck, baby,” Wanda whined as you began to grind down on her cock, the mere image of your nearly naked body straddling her lap, your back arching just right, your tits so near to her face, would have been enough for her to get the release she desperately needed if you were not denying her of it.

And God how pretty she looked. Her green eyes so full of shadow now, brimming with lust, staring up at you from under her brows, something between a lip bite and a smirk on her face. Her red hair fell more in front of her face now, shadowing it further, brows creasing with frustration. That was what you desired most about Wanda—how deeply and with fiery passion she desired you right back.

A moan escaped your lips as you watched her, how worked up she was, the way she was trying not to buck her hips up to meet your grinding, her cock warm and twitchy under the tense fabric of her pants as you rolled your clit over it, feeling your folds slip together with how wet you were now. Torturing her, teasing her.

“I’m gonna—”

“No,” you instantly denied her, feeling her cock bulge more underneath your slit. “You’re not allowed.”

“But—” Wanda tried to argue breathily, her voice raspy and heavy, brows still creased with frustration.

“Hold it,” you demanded, letting your fingers tug harshly at her hair. “Be a good girl for me and hold it. You can wait, can’t you? Is this all it takes to make you spill?”

The whine that escaped from that woman’s lips was enough to push you three steps closer to the edge.

“I-I’ve been waiting all night,” she groaned, closing her eyes now, squeezing them shut hard. She looked so cute, wincing, gritting her teeth together, the cuffs clinking wildly as she squirmed and tried to not buck her hips into you.

“You can wait longer,” you harshly spat, breath heavy as you grinded yourself more wildly, bouncing on her bulge, tugging hard at her soft hair. “Fuck… fuck…” Your stomach tightened, hole clenching around nothing as you finally reached your orgasm.

Wanda threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut, teeth clenching so hard that sharp pains erupted in her jaws, as she used every ounce of strength in her to not cum. She was desperate for release, but she was more desperate to obey you and please you.

Nosediving into Wanda’s neck, you inhaled her glorious scent as you came down from your high, moaning softly in her ear that burned at the sound, slowing your hips down. She whined pathetically in your ear, practically trembling under you.

Pulling away, you got up slightly and saw that there was now a large dark wet spot right on Wanda’s crotch. First thinking she had cum without telling you but then remembering that she would never do that without telling you, you realized it was your wetness that had seeped through your underwear, mixed with a little bit of her precum helplessly leaking in her pants. Clear strings kept you connected to the wet spot as you lifted, standing up from her lap.

Wanda already looked like she was in incredible pain. Her lips were ajar, head leaning against the couch cushion, her crotch still bulged now with a pathetic wet spot on it.

“You’re pathetic,” you told her with a chuckle as you kicked your pants down your legs and to the floor. Wanda peaked at this, sitting up a little better.

“I need to be inside you,” she told you directly. Just because Wanda submitted to you did not make her unable to be lustfully honest with you. “It hurts, baby, I need to be inside.”

Heat washed over you at her declaration of need for you, hitting you right in your clit that was still throbbing. As much as you loved torturing her endlessly, you also always anticipated finally giving her what she wanted.

But you weren’t quite done yet.

Going closer to her, you uncuffed the handcuffs and instead pulled something else out of the drawer of the end table.

Wanda’s leash and collar.

An excellent scarlet leather, her leash and collar were tools you rarely used, but when you did, it made Wanda weak. She was already practically drooling as you clipped the collar around her pretty neck and clipped the leash to the ring at the front, letting the cold metal chain of the leash zip through your hands as you tugged on it, forcing Wanda’s head closer to you.

But now Wanda’s hands were free, and they were all over you. Grabbing at your tits, your hardened nipples, scratching your waist, groping your hips. Her eyes stared up at you blankly as you held the leash in your hand.

Power. Control. Authority. These were things that no one had ever been able to boast having over Wanda. She was always the one with the power.

Except with you. You now controlled her, leather and chain in palm, collar digging at the tenderness of her neck.

Smirking, you leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss on Wanda’s lips before you slowly laid down on the other end of the couch, legs spread open, pussy red and glistening.

“C’mere,” was all you had to say, and Wanda was already lowering herself between your legs, frantically pushing down her sweatpants to reveal her scarlet enhanced strap that bounced and poked at your inner thigh.

“Wait,” you ordered right as she started to line herself up with you. She stopped, eyes snapping up at you impatiently but also expectantly, ready to take your orders but overwhelmed with physical need. “Beg,” you whispered, tugging on the leash in your hand, causing Wanda’s head to jerk forward. “I want you to beg for my pussy.”

Wanda melted, lowering herself down so she was closer to you. “Please,” she started, her hand coming to rest on your neck gently. “Please let me have your pussy.” Nearly panting, she left a hot kiss at the corner of your jaw. “Please let me fuck you. I need your pussy. I need to be inside you. Please let me.” There was pain in her voice, her cock poking again at your inner thigh, nearly hot to the touch from the intensity of the magic flowing within her. “Please, please, please.” She left rushed, heavy kisses all up and down your jaw, her hands slipping under you to grab at your ass, her hips trembling between your open legs. Your hole ached for her.

“Fine,” you whispered, turning your face to nip at the tip of her ear, causing her to yelp. “Fuck me, pathetic thing.”

With a groan of excitement, Wanda grabbed her cock and lined it with your entrance, recklessly snapping her hips forward to shove herself inside you. Though she was large enough to still stretch you, she slipped in with ease from how wet your cunt already was. Her cock filled you, swarming all the way inside until she landed at your cervix, causing you to yell out and throw your head back in a mix of pleasure and pain.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, her face feeling hot with embarrassment as she laid it on your cool chest. “Fuck, sorry,” she apologized as she started to wildly fuck you, every inch of her cock burying deep inside you. Since she was so large, she usually started off slow with you, but she was giving you every bit of her, her cock going as deep as it could physically go inside you. You could feel her in your lower belly, rearranging your guts as she pumped inside you with chaotic rhythm.

There was hardly any trace of rhythm as Wanda plowed herself inside you, gently biting at the skin of your chest and digging her nails into your hips to keep you still. You were sure that if you tried to leave now, Wanda might murder you whether or not on accident. Though she submitted to you, she took absolute hold of you once you gave yourself to her.

A shriek of pain escaped your lips, your hands scratching hard at Wanda’s warm back under her shirt. Her sweatpants were shrugged at her knees, her ass bare in the air as it plowed between your legs. The couch squeaked shamefully under the weight of your bodies. Her leash bounced against her chest, the other end held loosely in your palm still.

“Sorry,” Wanda mumbled over and over each time you made a noise of pain, but she made no effort to slow down until her hips started to catch. Wanda’s moans turned higher in pitch as she buried her face into your neck and suddenly stopped, pulling her cock out of you and hovering her hips completely still between your legs.

Catching your breath, you tried to turn your head to look at Wanda, but her face was buried in your neck. She was even holding her breath.

“Wanda, what’s wrong?” you asked with concern, tugging softly at her leash which made her let out a little hum.

“I… I have to stop for a second,” she breathed hard into your neck finally.

“Why?”

“Because I—I keep—I keep almost cumming.”

Your lips twirled into a curl as the woman trembled on top of you.

“Keep going,” you firmly demanded.

Wanda made no movement, only shifted her face in your neck. “I just need a—”

“No.” With a harsh tug on her leash, Wanda lifted her head and looked at you, eyes crazed. “I said keep going.”

Wanda made a face in argument, but you locked your legs around her hips and forced her down between your legs again, reaching down and grabbing her cock with your hand.

“Ah!” Wanda started as you basically forced her back inside you, sighing at the stretch as she filled you again.

Wanda hung her head and made no movement, breathing hard in an obvious effort to control herself. With how sensitive her enhanced strap was, even feeling the pressure of your tight cunt around her was too much to bear.

“Fuck me,” you demanded, yanking harder again at her leash and letting it slap against her. The skin of her neck around the collar was starting to blush red.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda slowly rolled her hips and pumped herself in and out of you, simultaneously letting out a whine. “Please, can I please c—”

“No,” you responded, grabbing her hips and forcing her to go faster. “You can’t cum until I say you can, and you can’t stop, either.”

Biting her lip so hard it turned white and squeezing her eyes shut, Wanda fucked you painfully. While it hurt her to hold back her orgasm that had been a long time coming all night, she was completely lost in total pleasure. You felt so wet and warm around her, so tight and welcoming, your walls clenching around her shaft. She was obsessed with you and being inside you. It was her favorite place to be, yet it was where she had the least control.

“Faster,” you demanded, and Wanda attempted to pick up her speed, but every single movement was an offensive attack on her control. She was almost pale, trembling above you and not daring to open her eyes in fear that the sight of you would make her spill.

Growing impatient, you grunt and push her away, her cock leaving you with a wet pop. Confused, Wanda let you grab her and push her to the ground, forcing her to sit against the bottom part of the couch as you found yourself straddling her again. Lining your entrance with her tip, you gave Wanda no time to prepare as you slammed yourself down on her strap, tugging her leash at the same time.

“Fuck!” Wanda yelled out as you fucked yourself onto her on the floor, bouncing up and down on her cock that now hammered harshly inside you. Wanda’s nails dug hard into your sides, drawing blood, but you continued forcing every inch of her cock inside you with sickeningly wet sloshing noises.

“Baby, baby, baby, baby,” Wanda breathed, panting, eyes closed. She started to push at your hips, kicking her legs and trying to get you off of her. “Baby, I can’t stop it, I can’t stop.” She pushed hard at you to get you off her, and you knew it was because she had to ask to cum inside you, and if you decided to deny her, there was no way she’d be able to stop herself. And oh, how Wanda wanted so badly to be good for you.

You’d only let Wanda do it inside once before, knowing the value of the reward that you so often hung over her head during sex. You would promise to let her cum inside then shove her off you at the last moment, forcing her to cum all over your stomach or tits instead.

Licking your teeth with your tongue, you cradled the back of Wanda’s head, leash held taut in your hand, and came close to her face to whisper, “Cum inside me.”

Wanda’s eyes snapped open, and as if your words were a remote control to the machine of her body, she released.

Expletives came rushing out of Wanda’s mouth one after the other, most of them mostly incoherent from the incessant moan that escaped her throat. Wanda’s cock finally bulged one last time before unloading inside you, her hot cum shooting deep in your tummy. You forced yourself down as far as possible on her cock so that her cum would go deep inside you, biting down on her trembling shoulder as she filled you up with a seemingly endless amount of cum.

It was several moments before Wanda was able to finally compose herself, head thrown back against the seat of the couch, her body basically limp. The skin around her collar was deep red now from how much you had tugged on the leash.

As much as you loved seeing Wanda being torturously teased, seeing her wonderfully relieved was almost equal in beauty. She was so relaxed now, a stupid smile on her slightly sweaty face, her cock gleefully limp inside you, her cum nestled in your tummy.

Humming, you kissed her neck and whispered, “You like cumming in my unprotected cunt, don’t you?”

If possible, Wanda’s skin blushed harder as she slowly nodded, her hands gently rubbing up and down your waist.

You grazed your smirking lips against her ear. “Wanna do it again?”

With that, her strap stiffened inside you.

[w4ndal0ver]

said i'm gonna play with myself (milf!wanda x tutor!reader)

W4NDALOVER'S KINKMAS | 2024

dec 7: said i'm gonna play with myself (milf!wanda x tutor!reader)

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KINKMAS MASTERLIST | 2024

summary: While tutoring Wanda's children, she invites you to stay for dinner, before giving you a call that you'd never forget when you get home

warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, mommy kink, phone sex

said i'm gonna play with myself.

“Let’s wrap up for today, Tommy. I think you’re well on your way to acing this unit,” you say, gathering your notes.

Tommy grins, newfound enthusiasm lighting his face. “Thanks! I might actually read the rest of it now.”

As you gather your things, you take one last glance at Wanda, who is arranging the table. A flutter of excitement stirs in your chest—this tutoring session is just a step into something deeper, something you can’t wait to explore.

Just as you finish packing up, Wanda glances at the clock, then back at you, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “You know, it’s still early, and Vision won’t be home for a while. Would you like to stay for dinner? It’d be nice to have some adult conversation.”

A rush of excitement mingles with nervousness at the invitation. You glance at Tommy, who looks equally surprised.

“Yeah, stay! My mom makes the best food,” Tommy adds, his grin wide and eager, clearly hoping for an excuse to avoid any homework.

Wanda laughs, a melodic sound that fills the kitchen. “It’s true! Plus, I could use some help keeping Tommy on track. We can talk about your studies too.”

You hesitate for a moment, considering the offer. “Are you sure it’s not too much trouble?” you ask, glancing between Wanda and Tommy.

Wanda shakes her head, her eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm. “Not at all! It’s always more fun to share a meal. And I’d love to hear more about your experiences at Yale, especially your English Literature classes.”

Your heart flutters at the thought of spending more time with Wanda, diving deeper into conversation and sharing stories. “That sounds wonderful. I’d love to stay.”

Wanda’s face lights up with happiness. “Great! Just make yourself comfortable. I’ll finish up here.” She moves back to the stove, and you take a seat at the kitchen island, feeling the warmth of her invitation settle around you

“Can I help you with anything?” You ask genuinely, wanting to show her your appreciation for letting you stay. 

“Just sit there and look pretty for me.” She smirks, looking at you over her shoulder as she starts to dish up the food that she’d made. She starts to softly hum to herself as you perch on the side. “This smells amazing,” you say, leaning closer to inhale the rich scent.

“It’s a family recipe for beef stew,” she replies, her eyes lighting up. “Tommy and Billy love it, especially on chilly days like today.”

The kitchen feels warm and inviting, and you admire how effortlessly she creates an atmosphere that feels both homey and elegant. As she plates the stew, you can’t help but appreciate the care she puts into everything she does.

“Dinner is served!” she announces, setting down two bowls, each steaming and inviting. The sight alone makes your mouth water, and you grab a warm roll from the basket nearby, slathering it with butter.

As you dig into the meal, you find yourself drawn into Wanda’s world. She shares anecdotes from her life, her voice soothing and engaging, while Tommy and Billy interject with playful commentary. The laughter that fills the kitchen feels intimate, and you notice how Wanda’s eyes sparkle when she talks about her passions.

Between bites, you steal glances at Wanda, captivated by the way she moves about the kitchen, effortlessly transitioning between tasks. Each moment with her feels charged, as if you’re discovering more than just a talented cook but a woman who radiates warmth and kindness.

As dinner winds down, Wanda leans back in her chair, satisfaction evident on her face. “I’m glad you decided to stay,” she says, and her smile feels like an invitation, a promise of more moments like this.

“Me too,” You reply, a flutter of excitement stirring within you. This cosy kitchen, filled with lingering scents of dinner and the warmth of shared laughter, felt right. 

As you sit there, enjoying the warmth of the kitchen and the fading light of the afternoon, your gaze drifts to Wanda. She moves with an effortless grace, her laughter mingling with the aroma of dinner, and you can’t help but admire the way her eyes light up when she engages in conversation. Each glance she steals in your direction feels laden with unspoken intentions, and you find yourself wondering what goes on in her mind. What motivates her to invite you into her home, to share this intimate moment with her family? There’s a softness to her demeanour, a hint of flirtation that suggests she sees more in you than just a tutor for Tommy. The warmth in her gaze ignites a mix of excitement and curiosity within you, making you contemplate the possibilities that lie ahead—possibilities that make your heart race with anticipation.

As Tommy and Billy finish their plates, they exchange playful glances before Tommy pushes his chair back. “Can I be excused? I need to go check something on my phone.”

“Me too! Can we play that new game?” Billy pipes up, bouncing in his seat.

“Alright, just keep it down,” Wanda replies with a smile, waving them off. The moment they scurry from the table, the atmosphere shifts, leaving just you and Wanda.

The air feels charged, almost electric. You lean back, savouring the lingering warmth of the meal and the soft glow of the kitchen light. Wanda glances toward the pantry and then looks back at you, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “How about a little wine to celebrate surviving our first tutoring session?”

You chuckle as she moves toward the cupboard, reaching for a bottle. She holds it up, tilting it slightly as if to gauge your reaction, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What do you think? Care to share a glass?”

“Why not?” you reply, intrigued by her casual invitation. Wanda pours two glasses, her movements fluid and graceful. As she hands you a glass, her fingers brush against yours, sending a small thrill through you.

“It’s nice to unwind after a long day, don’t you think?” she says, leaning against the counter, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart flutter.

“It definitely is,” you agree, raising your glass in a mock toast. “To surviving tutoring sessions and small towns.”

She laughs, her eyes lighting up, and you can’t help but admire the way she carries herself, exuding both warmth and confidence. “And to new beginnings.”

You take a sip, enjoying the rich flavours as the conversation flows effortlessly between you. “It’s weird being back in Westview. This town can feel so stifling,” you admit, twirling your fork absently. “I didn’t realise how freeing it would be to go to Yale and finally be able to express myself.”

Wanda tilts her head, her gaze locking onto yours with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. “Have you found anyone in Connecticut?” she asks, her voice light but filled with genuine interest.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. “Oh, there were plenty of people interested, but none that I could be bothered to get to know. Friends, sure, but not a girlfriend.”

“Really?” Wanda leans in slightly, her elbows resting on the table, interest evident in her expression. “Not even a little spark with anyone?”

Her question is playful, and you feel a rush of warmth. “I guess I just didn’t find anyone worth my time.”

Wanda’s smile widens, and she tilts her head slightly, her hair falling to one side. “You’re telling me a beautiful girl like you couldn’t find someone to take a chance on?” She leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “That’s hard to believe.”

The playful banter makes your heart race. “Believe it or not, I’m not exactly the most sought-after prize.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I find you quite intriguing.”

Feeling emboldened by her flirtation, you decide to take a bolder step, though you tread lightly, your curiosity tinged with an eagerness to learn more about her. “So, I’ve been curious about something,” you say, hesitating just a moment to build anticipation. 

“Hit me.” She says, her eyes twinkling as her finger traces the rim of her wine glass. 

“Your affair with Agatha, what was that like?”

Wanda’s expression shifts, the playful sparkle in her eyes momentarily flickering with surprise. “You’re quite the inquisitive one, aren’t you?” she replies, a mix of intrigue and wariness in her voice, but there’s an underlying thrill in her tone. “How did you even - no it doesn’t even matter.” She laughs, knowing immediately that Agatha wasn’t exactly one for keeping her mouth shut. 

You lean forward slightly, drawn in by her response. “I mean, it seems like it must have been complicated. You two have such a dynamic.” You let the words linger, allowing the weight of the question to settle between you.

Wanda tilts her head, contemplating her answer, her lips parting slightly as if to speak but then closing again. The silence hangs, thick with unspoken thoughts. “Complicated is one way to put it,” she finally admits, her voice softening. “It taught me a lot about myself, about what I wanted.”

“Did you ever think about what might have happened if things had gone differently?” you ask, your tone teasing but sincere, hoping to coax out more from her.

Wanda’s eyes meet yours, the intensity of her gaze making your heart race. “Sometimes,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers brushing against yours on the table. “How come you’re so interested in my love life young lady?”

“You asked about mine first.” It was your turn to wink this time and the reaction that you got from Wanda was completely worth it. Finally her cheeks blushed pink, her lips rolling against each other and her tongue poked against her cheek, something you realised was her tell. 

“You got me there sweetheart.” She hums, taking another sip of her wine, the sip turning into a glug, the wine matching the deep colour of her cheeks, highlighting the blonde highlights of her hair which she tucked behind her ear.

You watch her, captivated by the way she navigates the conversation with both grace and playful candour. Wanda’s demeanour radiates warmth, but there's an underlying intensity in her gaze that pulls you in even closer. She leans back slightly, her fingers swirling the wine glass, the deep red liquid catching the light in a way that mirrors the spark in her eyes.

“You know,” she starts, her voice light but teasing, “I didn’t expect such an insightful conversation over dinner. I usually just get ‘What’s your favourite colour?’ or ‘What’s your favourite drink?’” She laughs softly, a musical sound that echoes in the cosy kitchen, making you smile in response.

“Those questions have their charm, but I’d take a good chat about love lives any day,” you reply, letting your gaze linger on her lips as she speaks. “It’s way more interesting.”

Wanda’s smile widens, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. “Interesting, huh? So, you’re saying I’m interesting?” Her tone is playful, but there’s a subtle challenge behind it that makes your pulse quicken.

“Absolutely. You’re one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met,” you say, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach. You can’t help but feel drawn to her, a magnetic pull that’s both thrilling and intoxicating.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she responds with a smirk, leaning closer again, her elbow brushing against yours. “But seriously, I’m curious. If you had to pick, what’s your type?”

You pause, considering your answer, but the way she’s looking at you makes it difficult to think clearly. “Honestly? Someone confident, a bit witty, maybe a little mysterious.” Your eyes meet hers, and you see a flicker of intrigue dance across her features. “You know, like someone who can keep me on my toes.”

“Oh really?” Wanda arches an eyebrow, the corners of her lips curling into a sly grin. “I think I might know someone who fits that description.” Her gaze flickers to your lips and back to your eyes, a playful challenge lingering in the air between you.

“Do you now?” you tease, leaning closer, your heart racing as you embrace the flirtation. “Care to share?”

She chuckles softly, a soft sound that wraps around you like a warm blanket. “Maybe. But only if you promise to keep it a secret.”

“Cross my heart,” you reply, a playful seriousness in your tone, your heart thumping in anticipation.

“Alright,” she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Lets just say this person has a soft spot for pretty girls who can hold up their own in a conversation.” She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 

You feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks, and for a moment, you’re both lost in each other's gaze, the air thick with unspoken tension. Just then, you notice the clock on the wall and blink in surprise, realising how much time has passed. “Wow, I really should get going. I can’t believe how late it’s gotten.”

Wanda’s expression shifts slightly, a hint of disappointment flickering across her face. “Oh, do you have to?”

“Yeah, I should” you begin, but she interrupts you, standing up and moving toward her purse.

“Wait, let me grab something for you,” she says, her tone light as she rummages through her bag. You take a moment to gather your things, but the atmosphere feels charged, and you can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t the end.

As you slip on your coat, she turns to you, a hundred-dollar bill in her hand. “Here, take this,” she says, extending it toward you.

You glance at the money, then back at her, unsure. “Wanda, this is way too much. I can’t just take this.”

“Just take it, please,” she insists, her tone soft but firm. “Consider it a thank you for making dinner so enjoyable.”

Her fingers brush against yours as she tries to push the bill into your palm, and you can’t help but notice the warmth of her touch, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “I really can’t”

“Just let me do this,” she interrupts, her eyes locking onto yours, an intensity behind them that leaves you breathless. “I want you to have it.”

With a sigh, you let her close your hand around the bill, the warmth of her touch lingering. “Alright, if you insist.” You grab your stuff and she follows you out towards the front door.

As you stand by the door, the weight of the moment settles around you, electrifying the air. Wanda moves closer, her gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that sends your heart racing. You feel a thrill as she reaches up, her fingers gently brushing against your cheek, and then she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The soft caress sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but lean into her touch, savouring the warmth of her hand lingering near your face.

“There,” she says, her voice low and sultry, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Much better.” The way her fingers linger near your ear feels almost intimate, and you find yourself holding your breath, caught in the moment.

Wanda’s eyes search yours, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths. “You always look beautiful,” she adds, her voice dropping just above a whisper, making your heart flutter. The compliment hangs in the air, thick with unspoken possibilities.

“Thanks,” you manage to reply, your voice softer than usual, the closeness between you two making the world outside fade away. You can feel the warmth radiating from her, a magnetism that draws you even closer. All you wanted was to tell her how beautiful you thought she was, pull yourself into a kiss as she slams you up against the door to her suburban house, but instead you can’t get the words out.

As she pulls her hand away, a slight blush creeps up her cheeks, and you notice the way her gaze flickers between your eyes and lips, an unspoken invitation that makes your pulse quicken. The chemistry between you crackles like electricity, and you can’t help but wonder what might happen next, the evening stretching before you with infinite possibilities.

“See you next Tuesday,” she says, a smile playing on her lips as she steps back, watching you with an expression that makes your heart race.

As you step outside, the cool air hits you, but the warmth of the moment lingers, not able to get it out of your head as you walk back home. Everything about her felt so wrong, but you couldn’t ignore the way her eyes gazing into yours made you feel, something so raw and exciting. She was magnetic, all you wanted to do was let your walls fall down and allow her to take you into her grasp, but you knew that you couldn’t, it was too risky. 

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As soon as you reach your house, your thoughts are still tangled in the evening’s events, the warmth of her touches still ghosting over your skin. The immediate heat of the house matches the flush in your cheeks despite the chill of the cool night air. It feels unusually quiet, especially after the buzzing tension you’d just left behind. 

Kicking off your shoes, you move through the motions of getting ready for bed, but your mind keeps circling back to Wanda. The way her stare lingered on you, how she always leaned closer with each exchange, her fingers brushing yours. That last touch, the press of her hand around the money she forced into your palm, everything was making your skin burn uncontrollably. 

You slip into bed, your phone resting on the nightstand, its screen dim but somehow tempting, as if you half expect a message. You close your eyes, but Wanda’s image is imprinted there, her teasing smile, the way she tucked that loose strand of hair behind her ear, the flash of something daring in her eyes every time she glanced at you. There was no more denying it, you’re drawn to her in a way that feels inescapable. The flirting, the touches, she reads your mind without saying a word. 

Just as you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes softly, the screen lighting up with a name that makes you jump up in excitement. Wanda. 

You pick up without hesitation, “Hey Wanda,” you say, trying to keep your voice casual, as if you hadn’t been thinking about the way she’d look on top of you. 

“Hi,” She replies, her voice warm, a little lower than usual, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Not at all,” You assure her, shifting slightly under the covers, your thighs squeezing together at nothing but the sound of her voice, “What’s up, it’s late?”

“I was just thinking about our conversation earlier,” She says, her tone deepening with every word she spoke, “I wanted to check in, make sure you got home safe.”

You smiled, touched by her genuine thoughtfulness, “I did, I’m just getting ready for bed.”

“Good, good.” Wanda murmurs. There’s a slight pause, and you hear her inhale deeply, “I, uh, was also thinking about what you said, about finding someone,”

You couldn’t help but feel your breath hitch in the back of your throat, the tension rising over telephone lines. “Yeah? What about it?”

Her voice drops lower, and there's a subtle shift in the air. You can hear her breathing, soft but uneven, something about it was different. “I guess it’s just, surprising, you know?” She whispers, “That someone as pretty as you hasn’t found anyone worth your time.” 

You shift the phone harder against your ear, suddenly hyper aware of the weight of her silence between every word. “Wanda?” You ask gently, her silence deafening. 

“I’m here,” She responds, but there's a catch in her voice, a breathless quality that wasn’t there before, “It’s just that I’ve been thinking about you.”

Your breath catches, her words making your stomach flip and you could almost choke against her words, “About me?”

There's a soft sound on the other end of the line, a barely audible gasp. Wanda’s breathing hitches and you feel your pulse quicken as realisation dawns down on you. Her breaths are shallow, broken by quiet, restrained moans. 

The sudden intimacy of it makes your skin tingle, Wanda was touching herself, while talking to you. The idea sends a rush of heat straight through you, your own breath panting as you process what’s happening. Your mind circling down on the thought of her blowing a blonde strand of hair out of her face as her back arched against the palm of her hand. 

“I-” You don’t even know what to say. 

“You have no idea how much you've been on my mind.” Wanda whispers, her voice thick with pleasure, each word punctuated by the sounds of her breath quickening, “God, I couldn’t stop thinking about you even after you left.”

Her words are laced with heat, and you feel the tension between you spike, your body responding to the quiet sounds of her gasps, to the way her voice curls around each breathless word.

“I can’t stop imagining” She trails off, another soft moan escaping her, and it feels like it’s all for you, every breath, every sound. “What it’d be like if you were here”

The room feels hotter suddenly, your pulse pounding in your ears. You can picture her now, in her own bed, hand sliding against her skin, her body arching with every wave of pleasure. It’s almost overwhelming, how close she feels despite the distance, how intimate this moment has become.

“Wanda” you murmur, your voice betraying your own excitement, your body reacting to the sultry edge in her voice, to the rawness of this unexpected moment.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she teases softly, her voice a delicate thread of desire. “I can tell, I can hear it in your voice.”

You can’t help the way your body responds, heat pooling low in your belly, the thrill of her words sending sparks through your veins. This connection, the electric pull between you and Wanda, feels impossible to ignore now. You could feel your arousal building between your legs, doing everything you could to not join her. 

“Tell me what you’d do,” Wanda whispers, the soft, sensual command in her voice making you shiver. You swallow hard, the intimacy of her question hanging in the air, the weight of what she’s asking leaving you breathless.

Your breath catches at her words, the weight of Wanda’s request settling over you, igniting something deep within. There’s a moment of silence, thick and heavy, as you process the intimacy of what she’s asking. You can practically hear the soft rustle of sheets on her end, her breath laboured but controlled, a steady rhythm that mirrors your own quickened heartbeat.

You close your eyes, sinking further into your bed, the thought of her, so vulnerable and uninhibited—making your skin flush. “I…I don’t know,” you murmur, feeling your own voice falter with nervous excitement. But even as you say it, your mind spins with possibility. You know exactly what you’d want to do but you’d never been with a woman before, you’d never been with anyone like that before. You knew that nobody knew that you were still a virgin, but you weren't ready to admit that. 

Wanda’s voice softens, her tone coaxing but still thick with desire. “Come on,” she whispers, and you can almost see the playful smirk on her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath against your skin. “Oh I see.” She chuckles through breathy gasps. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” You gasp at her words, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Wanda, I-” You couldn’t help it, no words were coming out. The nerves of your inexperience coming through so obviously  in the waver in your voice. 

“It’s okay sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re doing do you?” Her soft moan echoes down the line, a breathless, sensual sound that sends a shiver through you, “You don’t know how to pleasure a woman like you pretend to, do you.” Wanda’s words drip with seductive authority, her voice threading through the phone like a secret. "You don’t have to pretend with me," she purrs, her breath quickening, sending shivers down your spine. "I’ll teach you. All you have to do is listen."

Your heart pounds in your chest, the sheer intimacy of her voice making your body react in ways you hadn’t expected. You shift under the covers, your skin burning with a mixture of desire and nervousness. "I’ve never—" you start, but your voice cracks, barely above a whisper. The admission hangs in the air, your vulnerability on full display.

"I know," Wanda murmurs softly, her tone teasing yet reassuring, as though she had known all along. "But I can show you, if you let me."

You can hear her breathing, now quicker, almost ragged, as if the very thought of guiding you through this is bringing her to the edge. "Do you want me to show you, darling?" she whispers, the question itself a caress. "Do you want me to tell you exactly how I’d fuck you?"

Your breath catches again, your pulse racing, the words sending heat coursing through you. “Yes,” you murmur, barely able to find your voice. "I want you to."

Wanda hums softly, pleased with your surrender, and you can hear the shift of her body, the subtle movements of fabric and skin. "Good girl," she whispers, her words laced with a satisfaction that makes your chest tighten with want. "I want you to close your eyes and imagine me there with you, my hand tracing up your thigh, slipping under your clothes, touching you exactly where you need me."

You can hear the faint sound of Wanda’s breath catching, her own pleasure mounting as she describes it to you. “Can you feel that? My fingers on you?” she asks, her voice breathy and low, pushing you to the edge of your self-control.

“Yes,” you whisper back, your voice shaky, lost in the heat of the moment.

“Tell me what you want,” she says, her voice deepening, the sensual command impossible to resist. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

You’re trembling now, caught between desire and nervous excitement, but you push past the nerves, your need for her overtaking everything else. “I want you to touch me, to fuck me,” you confess, your voice barely a whisper, the words trembling on your lips.

Wanda’s breath hitches, and you hear the unmistakable sound of her pleasure, a soft gasp escaping her as she touches herself. "Say it again," she demands, her voice thick with lust, desperate to hear your desire.

“Wanda,” you moan softly, giving in to the pull of her words, the fantasy she’s woven around you. “I need you to fuck me. I want you to touch me, make me yours.”

The sound of her gasp on the other end of the phone sends a wave of heat through you, and you can hear her losing control, her breathing turning rugged and uneven. "Mmm, you’re such a good girl," she purrs between breaths, her voice dark with desire. "You’d let me take you, wouldn’t you? Let mommy fuck you until you can’t think straight."

There it was, you let out a moan at the way she titled herself. You knew you’d been into that for years now, but never daring to tell anybody, but of course she knew, she could read you so well. You nod, even though she can’t see you, your entire body aching for her touch. “Yes, please mommy, I want it so badly.”

Wanda moans softly, her pleasure evident, and you can almost picture her, the way her body must be arching under her own touch, lost in the same heat that’s consuming you. "I’d make you beg for it, sweetheart. I’d have you trembling beneath me, begging for more."

You bite your lip, your breath catching at the raw hunger in her voice, your own need reaching a fever pitch. "I’d beg," you admit, barely able to find your voice. "I’d beg for you mommy."

Her breath comes faster now, a soft, breathless moan escaping her lips. "That’s my girl," she whispers, her voice breaking with the weight of her own pleasure. "You’d be mine. All mine.”

Wanda's moan on the other end of the line grows louder, ragged with need, as if your words pushed her even closer to the edge. You can hear the soft rustle of sheets, the unmistakable wet sounds of her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The image of her, undone and desperate for release, fills your mind, stoking the fire building within you.

“Say it again,” she demands, her voice thick with desire, trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. “Tell me what you want, tell me you’re mine.”

Your pulse races, each beat louder than the last, the heat between your legs growing unbearable. You grip the phone tighter, biting your lip, but you know she wants more than your silence. “I’m yours, Wanda,” you whisper, breathless, giving her exactly what she needs. “I’ll do anything. Just please, fuck me. Make me yours, mommy.”

The sound she makes in response is guttural, a low, throaty moan that sends shivers down your spine. “Oh, fuck.” she gasps, her control slipping further with every passing second. You can hear her fingers moving faster, the wetness of her arousal audible through the phone, and it’s intoxicating, pulling you under with her.

“Good girl,” Wanda breathes, her voice barely holding together as she edges closer to climax. “You’d be so good for me, wouldn’t you? Let me fuck you whenever I want, take you however I want.”

“Yes, yes,” you whimper, your own arousal becoming overwhelming, your body aching for her. “Please, Mommy, I’d be so good for you. I’d let you do anything to me.”

That’s all she needs.

With a sharp, shuddering breath, Wanda moans loud into the phone, the sound of her orgasm raw and uncontrolled. Her breath catches, breaking into uneven gasps, and you can hear the wet sound of her fingers as she rides out the wave of pleasure, her body clearly shaking from the force of it. Each sound she makes is laced with satisfaction, a deep, throaty hum of ecstasy as her release takes over completely.

You can barely breathe, your body reacting to the sheer intimacy of hearing her come undone, your own desire pooling low in your belly, desperate and needy. Wanda’s breathing gradually slows, her soft, contented sighs filling the air between you, and you close your eyes, imagining the flush on her cheeks, the way her body must be lying spent against the sheets.

“Such a good girl,” she whispers, her voice still heavy with satisfaction. “I can’t wait to hear you beg for real.”

“Wanda, I don’t know what to say.” You admit, your brain fuzzy and spaced out at the unexpected nature of her call. You’d only been back home for a few days and you had no idea how much of an impression you’d made on the older woman.

“You don’t have to know what to say honey, that’s my job.” She hums as you hear the click of heels against tiled flooring. You could almost choke on the sound, she wasn’t in her bedroom, she was in the kitchen, the echoing of her words now making sense as each moan had bounced around the emptiness of the room. 

“Are you in the kitchen?” you ask breathlessly, biting your lip as you imagine her there, the scene playing out in your head like a movie. You envision her bending over the kitchen island, the soft glow of the lights casting a warm hue over her skin as she calls you, wanting you to picture every moment of her tantalising routine.

“Maybe,” Wanda teases, her voice dripping with mischief. “Will I see you next Tuesday?” 

You feel a thrill rush through you at her question, the way she asks it, sending your heart racing. "You know I’ll be there," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with eagerness.

“Good,” Wanda replies, a satisfied hum escaping her lips. 

“Goodnight, Wanda,” you murmur, your heart fluttering with excitement as the call ends, leaving you with thoughts of her dancing through your mind. As soon as you heard the line end, you reached down to your underwear, the fabric completely soaked and you threw your head back in frustration. You wanted to touch yourself, but it felt wrong, you wanted to leave yourself in desperate heat, making you want Wanda even more.

[witchslove]

The Morning After

Pairing: Camgirl!Wanda x Reader

Summary: Your feelings for Wanda run deeper than she knows.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, top!reader, kitchen sex, masturbation, oral (w receiving), dirty talk, fluff

A/N: Sorry it took me like two years to post this, but enjoy!

Part 3 of “The Camgirl Next Door” | Series Masterlist

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As your eyes drifted open and adjusted to your surroundings, you realized you weren’t in your own room.

Right, you were in Wanda’s room.

The previous night’s events came back to you in a rush and you smiled, remembering the way she tasted under your tongue, the way she felt under your fingertips, the way she moaned your name, the way she looked into your eyes as she teetered on the edge. It was better than anything you could’ve imagined, but you knew you and Wanda still needed to talk about what it meant.

You rolled over to face her, but your smile quickly faded at the emptiness of her bed and the feel of cold sheets under your fingertips.

You frowned in concern, but figured she must’ve gotten up to go to the bathroom or get something to eat or drink. Your activities last night took a lot out of you both and you felt your own body craving a glass of water.

You got up, finding your clothes on the floor and throwing them on before walking around the apartment. You’d already noticed that the bathroom in her room was vacant and once you noticed the guest bathroom was empty too, you decided she must be in the kitchen or living room.

But she wasn’t.

The kitchen looked untouched since last night, as did the living room. You felt yourself beginning to panic, wondering where Wanda was and why she would’ve left.

Before you could think too hard, the front door swung open and there was Wanda, carrying two coffees and a paper bag.

You let out a breath, your shoulders relaxing at her presence, all worries that she’d just left you behind subsided.

“You’re up! I went out and- are you okay?” Wanda asked, noticing that something was off as she placed the items on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah I’m fine, still just waking up I guess,” you reassured, not wanting her to know you’d almost worked yourself into a panic over her getting breakfast.

She nodded and seemed to believe you, reaching into the bag and taking out food containers. “I didn’t know if you’d want pancakes or waffles so I got both.”

You slowly made your way to the kitchen, your brain still catching up to the relief of her coming back, your eyes glued to her as she focused on the task at hand. She really was beautiful, especially like this - sweats and an oversized shirt, her makeup long gone after last night, the sunlight of the morning highlighting her features.

It didn’t take long for you to notice she wasn’t wearing a bra either, her nipples visible through the fabric of her shirt, probably from how brisk it was outside. You didn’t think twice as you hugged her from behind, fitting your bodies together as she placed things on the counter.

She relaxed into your touch, humming when your fingers played with the hem of her shirt before sliding under the fabric. “Detka, last night was a lot-” she paused when your thumbs brushed against her nipples, leaning back against you and letting out a whimper when you pinched the buds between your fingers. “We- we should eat breakfast first…”

“Mmm, what if I want to eat something other than breakfast?” you said, your breath ghosting along her neck in a way that made her forget what she was even saying.

“But what about-” she interrupted herself with a soft moan at the feeling of your teeth on her pulse point. At this point she’d become so limp in your hold that you were able to turn her around and lift her onto the countertop with ease.

“Any objections to kitchen sex?” you asked, your fingers playing with the waistband of her sweats.

She bit her lip and nodded no, raising her hips so you could remove her pants and underwear in one motion. “You sure? Words baby,” you said, leaning in to kiss her sweetly as your hands ran along her thighs teasingly.

“Yeah, please Y/N.” Her words came out with a quiet whine, her legs spreading easily for you when you began to push them open. You kissed her once more before lowering yourself between her legs, your hands sliding under them so they rested on your shoulders. You pushed her shirt up enough to see her perfectly, gripping her waist as you looked at her lustfully.

“A little teasing and you’re this wet already? Fuck,” you mused, your knees feeling weak at the sight of her folds pink and slick with arousal right before your eyes. This was even better during the daytime, you were sure of it.

“Please,” Wanda begged, practically squirming where she sat. She blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed at how needy she was being so quickly, but that left her mind the second she felt your mouth on her.

You moaned at her taste, your tongue dipping into her as you sucked on her wet lips, messily reaching as much of her as you could before actually focusing on pleasuring her. When your lips found her clit, she let out a guttural moan, hips bucking up off the counter for more.

You pulled away the slightest bit but didn’t stop lapping at her center as you squeezed her waist to keep her still. “Taste so fucking good,” you mumbled, licking a long stripe up the length of her before diving back in. When your tongue slid inside of her, she cried out, hips moving wildly but failing to do much under your harsh grip.

“Fuck, just like that,” she moaned, a hand coming to your hair to keep you in place as if you could possibly find it in you to stop now.

She was close, so close, and she knew she only needed a little push to get there. As if you could read her mind, knowing exactly what she needed, you brought your hand to hers and guided it from where it was tangled in your hair down to where she was aching. You looked up at her, pupils dilated as your eyes locked and she understood what you wanted from her.

She began to rub her own clit, making tight circles against it so close to your face you couldn’t hold back a groan at the sight. She moaned at all of the sensations working together, your tongue against her walls, the vibrations of your vocal desire for her, the friction against her sensitive bundle of nerves, it was all too much.

She threw her head back as she came, letting out curses and chanting your name like a prayer as her hips stuttered against your mouth. You licked and swallowed every last drop of her essence as it dripped into your mouth and down your chin.

When she finally came down from her high, you ceased your movements against her and instead kissed along her inner thighs until she was dragging you up by your hair and pulling you in for a heated kiss, tasting herself on your tongue.

“Now can we have breakfast?” she asked, looking at you oh so innocently.

“I’m surprised you’re still thinking about food after that,” you said, raising an eyebrow at her.

She smirked before leaning in. “Mmm no, I’m just thinking about all of the things we could do after we’ve gotten our energy back.”

You smiled back and stepped away, letting her go back to getting breakfast ready. You chose pancakes after noticing she seemed excited about the waffles and the two of you ate at the dining table since the kitchen counter wasn’t exactly the most sanitary option anymore.

By the time you were finished eating, an alarm from your phone interrupted your morning together.

“Shit, I have work today,” you cursed, finally realizing what time it was. “I have to go or I’ll be late.”

You stood up, hurriedly grabbing the to-go boxes you ate out of and trying to clean up after yourself.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of that,” Wanda said, grabbing your arm to stop you before stepping closer. “Although I was kind of hoping I’d get to take care of you…”

“I’m sorry, Wanda, I really have to go,” you rushed out, feeling bad that you had to leave so abruptly after such a wonderful morning together.

“It’s okay, go ahead. Don’t want you to be late,” Wanda reassured, smiling softly as she let go of your arm and started cleaning up the table.

“Thanks, uh, yeah, sorry. Thank you for everything,” you managed to get out, knowing you wanted to say so much more but being unable to do it in that moment. She smiled again, nodding as you turned and ran out, stressing over the fact that you left yourself almost no time to get ready.

You were only seconds late to work thankfully, but your situation with Wanda was on your mind all day.

You definitely had feelings for her, there was no denying that. Your feelings ran deeper than just casual sex and you wanted her to know that, but you felt nervous at the thought of asking her out on a proper date.

What if this was a fling to her? What if she still saw you as a customer? You hated that word, but it was truthful in describing what you were to her before the two of you had ever even met.

As the day went on, thoughts of Wanda kept your mind busy; you thought of how she tasted, how she moaned for you, how wet she was. But you also thought about her cute smile, her little nose scrunch, her thoughtfulness in getting breakfast for the two of you, everything about her.

You decided you had to do something. You couldn’t let fear take over and keep you from getting the one thing you wanted most.

Meanwhile, Wanda spent her day in a similar state, thinking of you. She felt so taken care of and loved when you had slept together, in a way she had never felt before with anyone else. It felt safe and secure, but also electrifying. You were an incredible lover but it ran deeper than that and she was struggling to convince herself that it wasn’t just the heat of the moment.

You fucked her, but you also practically made love to her, and she wasn’t sure if that was your intention, to make her feel that it was more than just sex. You were, after all, someone who consistently viewed her streams and watched her touch herself on camera. Obviously there was physical attraction; she just didn’t know if that was all it was.

While she worried all day about your potential feelings for her, you were working up the courage to show her how you felt.

On your way home from work, you stopped at a local flower shop, scanning over all the options for bouquets.

You came across a beautiful selection of roses and could only think of Wanda when you looked at the red and white ones. Red for the love and passion you felt towards her, red for her favorite color, red for the fire she ignited within you. White for new beginnings, white for your loyalty to her, white for the innocence of your feelings, it wasn’t just sex, it was something more pure.

You had the florist put together a bouquet and you paid for it, trying to shake the nerves building within you.

When you got home, you stopped at Wanda’s door first. You hesitated, but then knocked gently on her door, holding the roses behind your back.

Wanda wasn’t expecting anyone, so she was curious who would be at her door, although she hoped it was you since the two of you hadn’t gotten to finish your time together that morning.

She opened the door and smiled upon seeing you standing there. You looked uncomfortable and concern flashed on her face for a second before you spoke.

“Hi, um, mind if I come in?” You asked nervously, waiting for permission to enter.

“Yeah, of course,” Wanda responded sweetly, opening the door more for you to step through the threshold and closing it behind you. “What’s up?” she spoke when you didn’t, breaking the awkward silence.

“Okay so,” you started, hyping yourself up in your head for what you were about to do. “First of all, these are for you.” You handed her the bouquet from behind your back and she gasped, taking them in her hands and admiring them for a moment before returning her attention to you. “I wanted to ask you something. Would you, um- sorry- would you want to go out to dinner with me some time?” You rushed out, afraid you wouldn’t ask at all if you took any longer.

Wanda chuckled, feeling relieved that you were asking her out on a date.

When she didn’t immediately respond, you spoke again. “It’s okay if you don’t, I just, I wanted you to know it’s not just sex to me. I like you Wanda. I don’t want last night to be a one time thing and I don’t want this to be casual either. I hope I’m not making this weird, I just needed you to know that I have feelings for you.”

You were rambling, but Wanda found it cute. She finally responded by grabbing the back of your head and leaning in, pulling you into a soft kiss, trying to convey all of her feelings through the touch of your lips.

When she finally pulled away, she looked into your eyes in a way that almost made you shiver. “I would love to go out with you,” she said, smiling at you, eyes sparkling.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding and smiled back. “Okay great, how about this Thursday? I’m off early that day,” you suggested, trying not to seem too eager even though you absolutely were.

“Thursday is perfect,” Wanda said. “And thank you for the flowers, no one’s ever given me flowers before.”

“Really?” You couldn’t hide your surprise. She nodded. “Well, I’m glad to be your first. I mean, the first to give you flowers,” you stuttered out, feeling nervous again under her intense stare as she continued to hold eye contact with you.

She laughed at your antics and was about to speak again when the oven went off and reminded her that she had been cooking.

“Oh, um, would you like to stay for dinner tonight? I made enough for both of us,” Wanda invited, heading towards the kitchen to turn off the alarm.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you replied, excited to spend more time with her.

As the two of you got to know each other better over dinner, you knew you were already head over heels for her. You’d tell her that when the time was right. You didn’t know it yet, but she was already feeling the same way.

[wandaverse]

ELIZABETH OLSEN WOULD YOU LIKE A CONTROVERSIALLY YOUNGER GF…

[themilfsland]

No big context, just mean mommy wanda stretching you out.

Wanda: shhhh stop crying sweetheart, wasn't you who beg for me to fuck you like a slut with my strap?!

Y/n: yes... but it's too much, mommy's so big...

Wanda: No baby, the fault is all yours for being so tight. Be a good girl and takes everything mommy gives to you.

[tremordusk]

Billy: You seem gloomy today

Agatha: I’m always like this

Jen: It’s because your girl finally grew a spine, and stopped pursuing you

Agatha: Wow Jen, very insightful

Alice: That is what happens when you ghost someone

*Rio flirting casually with a pretty woman*

Lilia, sipping her coffee: And treat the father of your child like—

Agatha: Alright already I get it

*Agatha noticing the pretty woman is clearly into Rio*

Rio, making eye contact with Agatha from afar before grabbing the other woman’s chin, saying loudly: Wanda, I was thinking—

Woman: That’s not my name

*Agatha, storming over at an alarming speed*

Rio, turning to the woman: This is the part where I get the best sex of my life~

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

I want Wanda to cum down my throat please and thank you ♡

What I wouldn't give to have her desperately rutting her hips against my face as I eat her out, her breaths ragged as I lick her to completion once again.

Eventually flipping her over and holding her hips down while she whines and pleads and begs for mercy, her eyes glassy and wide. Licking up every last drop of her arousal while she shakes under me and starts swearing in her native tongue. Her cum coating my chin as I eat her out until my jaw goes numb.

Then, I start using my fingers. Fucking her pussy until she's an incoherent mess beneath me, her orgasms wracking her body again and again. Not stopping until I'm satisfied.

And of course, giving her the sweetest aftercare with cuddles and a warm bath and water and plenty of kisses and reassurances.

[wandafiction]

What's In The Box? - Just Us Chapter 100

Warnings 18+: Smut, Teasing, Daddy Kink, Knife Kink, Praise, Fingering (Wanda and Reader Receiving), Oral (Wanda and Reader Receiving), Strap On (Wanda Receiving), Aftercare.

Word Count: 8704

Series List | Chapter 99 | Chapter 101

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Me and Wanda are currently, and very calmly, just sitting on the stools at the island finishing off a bottle of wine together. The boys went to bed pretty much as soon as we got in and it's now roughly 10.30pm, but we are both wide awake. 

Wanda has her head resting against my arm, her right hand on my thigh, her fingers gently rubbing up and down but with no sexual desire behind it. My left hand gently envelops her hand, my fingers curling so my hand closes around hers. Our other hands hold our wine glasses, we are on our second glass each having shared the rest of the bottle between us which stands empty on the counter. Her red head piece is sitting proudly next to the bottle, and her hair is now flowing freely around her front and back no longer being held in place by it.

Wanda lets go of my hand to turn hers upside down so our palms press together and the back of her hand is now on my thigh. Instead of closing my hand around hers, my fingers start tracing the lines on her palms and around her fingers all the way down to her wrist. Compared to my hands they are quite small, I mean I can trap her whole hand in mine and still have a few lots of room in my hand. 

My thumb brushes the outside of her hand, as I just watch the movements. Her hands are so delicate and soft but have some scars dotted around that can tell 1000 different stories all at once.

"Tell me about this one." Wanda tilts her head back to look up at me as my gentle voice passes her ears, her eyes then move down to the small scar I am tracing on her hand; running from the bottom of her thumb to the bottom of her middle finger.

"I was cooking dinner for the boys, and Vision. I wanted to make something special because it was the first time in a few weeks Vision had got home from work before the boys went to bed. I was making soy and chilli chicken stir-fry, and was slicing away at the chilli's in my own world as you know I do in the kitchen. I was trying not to think about a fight me and Vision had had earlier in the day so I was completely spaced out. I was so spaced out that when his arms wrapped around my waist instead of jumping a little and embracing it, I jumped big time. I shrieked, the knife left my hand at my sudden movements and I didn't even think about it when I tried catching it. I caught it by the blade hence the scar, what made it worse was the chilli juice was still on the knife. From then on I never let myself space out in the kitchen again."

"You can space out in the kitchen as long as you want, I love your food and it's one of your safe spaces." I press a kiss to her temple. "Did you go to the hospital to sort it out?"

"No, it wasn't too deep but I was in agony from the chilli juice. I can't even remember how long I held my hand under the tap and then pressed a bandage to it. I don't like it, it didn't heal very well and is all jagged and ugly." Wanda closes her hand into a fist hiding the scar from view.

I place my wine glass on the island counter, grabbing her fisted hand in the both of mine slowly prying her fingers from her palm as I lift it. I lift her hand all the way to my lips, her open palm resting against them. I start to pepper the jagged scar with kisses making sure to get every centimetre of it. Once I am satisfied with that I turn my head to look down at Wanda who is already looking at me and my display of affection. I press my lips to the centre of her palm before moving her hand to cup my cheek.

"Every inch of you is as beautiful as the next. From the scar on your hand, to the stretch marks on your thighs and belly. All the way down to your cute little feet and up to that perfect face that I get to see every day. From the dimples that form when you smile, to the way your eyes crease when you're so happy that nothing can break the spell. To the nose scrunch that makes me swoon every time to those amazingly green eyes of yours and your statement of red hair that helps me find you in a crowd. Every part of you is beautiful Wanda, don't let your mind tell you any different." 

Wanda places her now finished wine glass down on the counter, her other hand moving to cup my other cheek. Her eyes search mine, for what I'm not actually sure but she must find it because her fingers and thumbs start rubbing gently at my cheeks. She slowly pulls my face down to hers, our lips meeting and the force at which hers meets mine surprises me. So much hidden emotion and passion, but it doesn't take me more than a second to reciprocate the kiss as my hands land on her hips. 

Soon enough the kiss starts to get heated, and I feel Wanda squirm on her stool as my hands pinch at her hips. Air having become necessary, Wanda reluctantly pulls her lips from mine but trails hers down my jawline and down to my neck. Her hands snake around my neck, pulling me closer causing me to have to stand from my stool as I don't want to fall off it. I bend to match Wanda's height as she keeps her head buried in the crook of my neck, her lips ghosting my skin as her teeth nip and pinch at the skin. I squeeze her hips and she gasps against my skin.

She moves her lips down to my throat resting against my voice box and I hum at the feeling of her sucking at the skin. I feel vibrations travel up through my voice box, my head tilting to the side at the sensation and Wanda takes the opportunity to trail her lips back up my neck and to the underside of my jaw. Her teeth graze the thin skin.

"Take…" 

Her teeth nip at the skin before moving along my jaw slightly getting closer to my lips. 

"Me…" 

This time she sucks on the skin, sure to leave a mark before moving her lips a little bit further once again.

 "To…"

Her lips are now on the side of my chin and I feel her tongue roll against my skin as my eyes look down at her and I see her looking up at me through her eyelashes. Wanda's tongue darts from between her lips, only slightly as she presses it against my skin trailing it all the way from my chin, down my jaw to the shell of my ear. 

"Bed…" 

She requests breathlessly, her hands grabbing at my waist pulling me between her legs. I move to stand up straight, Wanda now looking up at me completely as her chin rests on my sternum, her eyes dark with pure lust. My left hand moves to the top of her thigh resting on it ever so slightly to create some pressure. I press my index finger to my palm on my right hand, bringing it away from her body as one single claw appears from my glove. 

I press the end of the claw against Wanda's abdomen, her head tilting down to watch the action as she takes her lip between her teeth. I apply a bit more pressure onto her abdomen, her body squirming at the feeling, as I trail the claw up all the way to her chest. When it's in the middle of her chest I apply more pressure causing her body to lean backwards, her head now looking up at me and her chest starts moving rapidly with her heavy breaths. 

I start my movements again, trailing the claw up to her jugular notch, the action causing her breathing to hitch. I then trail it along her clavicle and up the side of her neck, along her jaw and to the bottom of her chin. I tilt her head as far back as it will go, her grip on my waist tightening so she doesn't fall backwards and lean my body down so my lips rest against her left ear. 

"Are you going to be a good girl and follow my every instruction?" She goes to nod but the claw against her chin stops her, swallowing harshly she turns her head until her dark eyes find mine. 

"Yes." 

"Yes, what?" She closes her eyes momentarily, at my question before they open again and look straight back into mine which I'm sure are just as lust filled. 

"Yes, daddy." I smirk as I bring my lips down millimetres apart from hers. 

"Upstairs, on your knees. Costume on." My eyes search hers for any hesitation as I speak my request but when I see her eyes roll back, eyelids flutter shut and she moans against my lips I know I have her right where I want her. 

I pull the claw away, allowing it to retract back into the glove as I take a few steps back and Wanda's chest looks like it's about to collapse in on itself with how heavy her breathing is. Her hands fall from my waist moving to grip onto the edge of the stool as she takes her lip between her teeth with her eyes still closed. Once she has gained some composure, she slowly slides off of the stool, her feet planting steadily enough on the ground. Wanda's eyes flutter open, her hands letting go of the stool as she looks up at me. 

"Don't forget to bring the claws." Her voice sultry as she turns around walking towards the stairs swaying her hips, before looking over her shoulder to see I haven't moved. "Are you going to join me?"

I saunter over to Wanda, where she waits at the bottom of the stairs, the claw linked to my index finger once again making an appearance and her eyes drop to watch it as it appears. I pull her by her hip, with my other hand, so her body is flush with mine using the claw to lift her chin to look at me. Our bodies are so close I can feel her breath on my neck, every little hitch in her breathing abilities I can hear and I can feel how her body is on edge with anticipation. I bend down to plant a chaste kiss on her lips, leaning my forehead against hers as I whisper between us. 

"I will be up there in a minute princess, be the dutiful good girl I know you to be and get yourself ready like I've asked and you may just get a special reward." I plant kisses across her face as I move down to her ear. "I have a surprise for you." 

"What?" Her voice barely a whisper as her hot breath fans across the side of my head.

"Now it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?" She shakes her head no, before I pull away stepping away from her body as she tries to regain any form of composure and when she does her eyes meet mine.

"I'll be waiting daddy." And with that she saunters up the stairs, her right hand dragging behind her slightly on the bannister and not breaking eye contact with me until she is on the next floor. 

Once I hear her start up the other stairs I turn back around heading into the kitchen to quickly put the wine bottle into the bin and place the glasses in the sink. I grab her crown, looking around the room to make sure everything is tidy enough. Happy with the way it looks, I go into the under the stairs cupboard and grab out the package I ordered while we were in Canada; I was able to hide it when we first arrived back. I quickly open it, a sigh of relief passing my lips when I see a gift wrapped box inside. A nice dark Scarlet color paper, with a burgundy ribbon and a matching label that reads. 

For my good girl on her best days. 

I smirk to myself as I put the box under my arm, closing the cupboard door and slowly heading up the stairs. Once I get to the stairs that lead to mine and Wanda's room I try to be as quiet as possible not wanting to give her any indication of when I might show myself. I take slow calculated steps, avoiding the few places I know the floor to creak and make it to the door. I place my ear against it. Hearing nothing but silence I slowly turn the door knob and push the door open, my jaw slightly ajar when I see Wanda sat on her knees slightly sitting back on her calves with her legs spread a little. Her eyes flick up to me as I enter the room before looking down to see how she's sitting. 

"You didn't say where I should be." She says as her hands nervously rub at her thighs, and I lean my back against the door till it closes: using my free hand to lock it.

"So you chose the floor?" Her eyes move back up to look at me watching as I move to the chest of drawers next to the door placing both the crown and gift down on top of them. 

"I, uh….yeah. I...uh...like it." Her words don't surprise me that much and I give her a soft smile which causes her to relax slightly and take a calming breath. 

"You like being on your knees? Or you like being below me?" I question as I make my way over to Wanda who is in front of the bed. 

"Both." She bows her head with slight embarrassment. 

"Baby girl, there is nothing to be embarrassed about." I press my finger to my palm, using the now present claw to lift her chin to look up at me. "Now before we continue what's our safe system?"

"Green for keep going, yellow for slow down, red for stop or three taps anywhere on your body." 

"Are you sure this is okay?" I point to the claw.

"Yes."

"Okay then." I bend down so I'm matching Wanda's height using the claw to pull her face slightly towards mine as I press my lips against hers. 

The kiss starts off slowly, relatively calm until I retract the claw and move my hand to grip at her neck. Giving it a small squeeze causing Wanda to gasp against my lips and I take the opportunity to push my tongue past them and start to explore. She hums against my lips as our tongues dance together, she sits up on her knees more before quickly pulling her face away.

"Can I touch you daddy?" I nibble at her bottom lip, a small moan passing her lips as I restart the kiss giving her bottom lip attention. 

I move my free hand down to her left one that is still on her thigh, bringing it up to my face giving her non-verbal consent to be able to touch me. As soon as she gains permission her other hand flies up to cup the other side of my face, pulling me closer than before. I push my tongue past her lips once more, slowly leaning backwards and Wanda’s body follows mine as I lay down on the floor. She moves her legs so they are straddling either side of my waist, and when air becomes necessary she pulls her lips from mine resting her forehead against my own. Our heavy breaths mix together as we stare at each other in love and lust. 

"What's in the box?" Wanda starts pecking my lips at random intervals as my hands find the small of her back, slowly moving upwards to find the zipper of her costume. 

"Why don't you go get it and we can open it together." Her head moves to look up at the gift on the chest of drawers and I take the opportunity to plant my lips against her pulse point gently sucking on it before capturing the skin between my teeth, my work pays off as Wanda moans into the room. 

"It's for me?" I let go of her skin once I've soothed the area with my tongue and Wanda looks down at me with a shine in her eyes. 

"It is." My hand finds the zipper of her top and I slowly drag it down, my fingers grazing at her skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

Wanda moves to sit up, once the zipper is all the way down, removing the top half of her costume as my hands move to her belt buckle and make quick work of removing that as well. Wanda's hands rush down to my pants, removing my belt just as quickly as I did hers then undoing the few buttons and the zipper. Our movements become sloppy when Wanda leans down pressing her lips against mine in a hungry kiss as both our hands try to remove each other's clothes as quickly as possible. 

Wanda lifts her hips as I tug her pants down, leaving her underwear on, and she stands up to quickly kick them off. She bends down grabbing onto the ends of my pants, by my feet, and starts pulling them down my legs. I raise my hips so she can easily pull them down, kicking my legs slightly to help get them off quicker. She chucks them somewhere in the room before sitting back down, once again straddling my waist and I can feel her wetness through her underwear as she lifts the hem of my shirt up. She makes quick work of discarding my shirt, and I smirk when she decides to leave the gloves on. Once we are both in our bras and underwear she pulls me to sit up, with her now sitting in my lap, as we rest our foreheads together our lips inches apart. 

"Go get your gift baby girl, bring it over to the bed." She plants a quick kiss on my lips before stumbling as she stands and makes her way over to the chest of drawers. I quickly move from the floor to the bed sitting up against the headboard. 

Wanda brings the wrapped box over as she joins me on the bed, straddling my lap as she plants her butt on my thighs leaving room for her to put the box down on the top of my legs. Her fingers play with the ribbon, her lip between her teeth as her eyes scan the box for any clue when they look up to meet mine. I smirk at how dark her eyes are, hardly a slither of color visible. So she must have an inkling of what's in there. 

"What does it say baby girl?" Wanda's fingers move to turn the label over and I know as soon as she reads it because her thighs clench trying to relieve some of that pressure I know is building up between them. 

"For my good girl on her best days." Her voice is sultry, her fingers tracing the words as she says them and I feel her hips roll against my thighs, leaving some of her wetness on them as it seeps through her underwear. 

"Be a good girl and open it." 

Wanda gently pulls at the ribbons ends and it pulls apart easily and she makes quick work of rolling the ribbon up and putting it on the bedside table. I let out a small giggle as she carefully unwraps the paper like she needs to save it for the future. What a mom. Once again she leans to the bedside table putting the wrapping paper next to the ribbon.

Her fingers trace the edges of the black box for a second before they go under the small lid and lift it off without any hesitation. Wanda lets out a half moan half giggle as her eyes fall to what's in the box, then they move to look at me as I smirk at her. 

"How big?" Is the first thing she says as she takes the new strap out of the box, chucking the lid and box itself on the floor before putting the strap down on my lap. 

"10 inches." Wanda rolls her hips once more, eyes fluttering closed for just a second and she moves her hands to rest on my shoulders. She leans forward, her lips brushing against my cheek. 

"Thank you daddy." She looks back down at it and I see a look of confusion pass her features for a second. "Where's the harness?" 

"It's double ended, princess, meaning we both get pleasure from using it." She lets out a small oh before she looks back up to me. "You want to try it out."

"Yes." 

"You're sure." I double check knowing she has never taken anything bigger than our other strap which is 7 inches. Little shrimp dick Vision can't even beat a bit of silicone. 

"100%, but I think we need to warm ourselves up first. What do you say daddy? You promised me your head would be between my legs. Are you going to keep it?" Wanda's fingers move to trace my jaw as she asks the question trying to look unaffected at her own words as much as possible.

"When have you known me to break a promise?" 

"Never." 

I move the strap off of my lap onto the bedside table, my other hand snaking up Wanda's back and undoing her bra quickly and easily. I drag my nails across her skin, loving the way her back arches as I drag them down it. I move my right hand to my mouth pulling the glove off with my teeth, my left hand teasingly pulling at the waistband of Wanda's underwear. 

Wanda rolls her hips in my lap when I move my right hand back down, moving her underwear out the way as I run two fingers through her folds collecting the wetness that has well and truly ruined her underwear. Her head tilts back as I press my thumb to her clit, slowly entering one finger into her entrance, before leaning it back against my shoulder.

"Baby." Wanda sighs next to my ear, sitting up on her knees to allow her height to match mine. 

"What do you want, princess?" 

"I, uhm…" I feel her swallow harshly as I enter another finger continuing my slow thrust, pulling my fingers all the way out before pushing them back in. My thumb matches the rhythm of my fingers as it slowly rolls against her clit. "Please, can I touch you? I want you to feel good too." 

"But I thought you wanted my head between your legs?" I raise an eyebrow as I curl my fingers suddenly, her back arching as her head tilts back, eyes closing as she hums at the feeling. She presses her lips together to hide the small moan that wants to escape as I do it again before returning back to slowly pulling my fingers in and out.

I slowly start to pick up the pace, starting to curl my fingers at random times. Her sighs of pleasure soon turn into gasps and small whimpers as she tries not to moan out loud. Her arms wrap around my neck for support as I also start to thrust harder, as she starts to meet my thrusts by moving her hips as her breasts bounce in front of my face.

"I...fuck...y/n." I slowly add a third finger Wanda's hips rolling against them, as she pushes herself away from my slightly her hands moving to my shoulders for support. One of her hands flies to her mouth to hide a moan when my fingers brush against her g spot suddenly.

I put my left hand in the middle of her back pulling her body towards me, her back arching in my hand. I look up to her, as she looks down to me, no longer being able to see them just bouncing in front of me I take her left nipple into my mouth slowly swirling the hardened nub in my mouth. Her free hand moves to grip onto my hair, pulling my face closer as her hips continue to move in time with my fingers meeting my every thrust. I graze my teeth over her nipple causing her to moan into her mouth. I drag my tongue from one nipple to the other giving it the same treatment, her grip in my hair tightening causing me to moan against her nipple and I feel her moan vibrate through her body. I then slowly pull my lips away a small trail of saliva following before I press my lips against her voice box wanting to feel her moans, since she is having to muffle them, and start gently sucking at the skin.

I start to thrust faster, Wanda's moving her hips to meet them as best she can as she starts losing control of her own body, as I push my thumb against her clit. Wanda's hand remains on her mouth to hide the moans that are starting to spill past her lips more and more. Wanda's movements start to become sloppy and I can feel her walls start to flutter around my fingers and she looks at me with desperate eyes. I smirk at her as I use my left hand to grip the back of her neck, pulling her face towards mine. I then move my hand to her jaw turning her head and I can feel the vibrations from her muffled moans travelling down my arm. 

"Are you going to cum princess?" I already know the answer as it's getting harder and harder to move inside her. "Go ahead baby girl cum for me" 

With a final curl of my fingers Wanda's back arches her whole body twitching as her eyes roll back and her hips jutter against my hand. I keep my fingers inside helping her through her high, but remove my thumb from her clit as her body continues to calm down and her hips roll every now and again. 

When she presses her forehead against my shoulder, I use my left hand to help lift her hips as I pull my fingers out. A small hum leaves Wanda's lips when she sits herself back down in my lap, her underwear pressing against her sensitive core causing her hips to buck at the feeling. Wanda's hand moves from her mouth to cup my right cheek, pulling my face down to look at her. 

"You didn't let me finish my sentence." I giggle as Wanda's finger moves to my lips pulling my bottom one down a small way and releasing it with a pop. 

"Well I let you finish something that's for sure." Wanda scoffs lightly pushing herself off of me, her back landing on the bed, with her feet next to my upper body and her head down near my feet. 

"Well now that you are done with that, I want to make you feel good." I raise a brow as Wanda’s fingers start tracing the outline of my right calf. 

"And how do you suppose you do that?" Wanda moves to rest her cheek on my calf, her dark eyes staring into mine as she walks to fingers up my leg stopping at my knee.

"Mmm, well I love the way you taste. So maybe my head is going to be between your legs tonight and not the other way around." I bite my lip, Wanda's hand on my knee squeezes the bottom of my thigh gently as her other hand rests behind her head. 

"Well, there is a way for both of us to taste each other." I smirk when I see Wanda's face flush a bright red, her hand on my thigh squeezing hard as she takes her lip between her teeth. 

"And now I see why you, Dorogaya, are a genius." Wanda sits her body up, her hands moving to rest on my legs as she nods her head. 

"Is that a yes princess?" I don't get a response as Wanda’s hands snake up my thighs to my underwear before quickly pulling it down and off my legs, doing the same with hers as both bits of clothing get chucked somewhere. "Words princess." 

"Always you and your words. Can you not see I want you to take me right here and now woman?" She says with no force behind her words both of us giggling. 

"We are a mess tonight." Wanda rolls her eyes, deciding to straddle my hips as she sits on her knees, cupping my face and pulling it up to hers; our bodies now flush with each other's.

"Well if we are a mess , there's no need to worry about making more." I laugh loudly pushing my face between her breasts as I feel her body shiver at the vibrations from my laughs. 

"You are something else princess." I say as I pull my face away, and I see a shy smile on Wanda's face as she looks down at me. 

"Something good I hope." I nod, my hands pulling her hips down to sit on my lap so I am taller than her again. 

"Something out of this world." I playfully pat that butt. "Now we shall continue." 

"You're right we are a mess tonight." Wanda says with a giggle as she brings our lips together in a small kiss that very quickly gets heated. 

"Well no harm making more." I move my misses down her neck to her soft spot nipping at the skin, a soft moan leaving Wanda's mouth. 

"You best lay down then baby, we can't do this sitting up." I slide my hands down to her butt, starting to massage her cheeks as I lower myself down to the bed; my head landing nicely on the pillow. 

"Sit on my face." I smirks cheekily as I pull her body towards my face using my hands on her butt, a soft gasp leaving her lips when I gently slap the right one when she remains seated in my lap. "Not quick enough baby girl."

"I'm not calling you that until you put that thing on, so stop trying." Wanda points to the strap in the bedside table.

She leans down to peck my lips, as I roll my eyes before shuffling herself up to my face and I almost drool at the sight of her wet core. My hands move down to grip her thighs, already wanting her to move closer.

 "Let me turn around." Wanda smacks my hands lightly off her thighs. "No touching the goods till I'm ready." 

"Yes ma'am." I fake salute, but when I feel Wanda’s whole body freezes at my words, I tilt my head to look at the bright red blush on her face, her lip between her teeth. "Oh somebody likes that, huh?" 

"Whatever. We can figure shit out later. Right now I am very fucking horny, and we are a mess. So let's just shut up and get back to it." I giggle as Wanda moves around until she is facing the right way.

"You ready baby girl?" 

I don't get an answer as Wanda leans down, her hands landing on my knees to pull my legs apart before one of them moves to run through my folds. My back arches at the sudden feeling of her slightly cold hands and I hear her giggle slightly at my reaction. I grip her thighs pulling her core to my mouth and licking through her folds in retaliation before I start rolling my tongue against her already sensitive clit. 

"Baby, fuck." Her breathy moan vibrates against my core as she brings her mouth down to copy my movements and my back arches at the feeling pushing my core into her more. 

"Fuck Wanda." I moan at the sensations her small action is causing in my body. 

Wanda pushes a finger into my entrance, my hips buck at the feeling as her tongue starts to roll against my clit. I push two fingers into her entrance causing Wanda to tilt her head backwards, breathing heavily into the room as she pushes her hips back into my fingers. I keep my left arm wrapped around her thigh as I start to pump my fingers in and out of her entrance, bringing my mouth up to her clit where I start sucking on it. 

Wanda brings her mouth back down to my core trying her best to give my clit attention in between her sighs and quiet moans. 

"Be a good girl and add another finger." I curl my fingers at random thrusts as I start to thrust harder and faster knowing she likes it rougher. 

Her body moves in time with my thrusts, and I feel her push another finger into my entrance starting to match my rhythm. I moan against her clit, her hips starting to move quickly as she rides my face while her fingers start curling inside me. 

"Good fucking girl." I twist my hand to get at a new angle, grazing my teeth against her sensitive clit.

She turns her head to the left biting against my thigh to muffle the high pitched moan that wants to make itself known. Her juices spill over my fingers as her orgasm ripples through her body; her walls suffocate my fingers and hardly allow for any movement. Her back arches causing her body to press against mine, and her fingers momentarily stop moving as her hips continue to roll against my face. I pull my fingers out, running my tongue through her folds to collect the last of her juices. 

I gasp against her core when her fingers suddenly curl against my g spot, and I feel her smirk against my leg as I do. Wanda's thrusts are rough and quick and I can feel my high getting closer and closer. I turn my head to the side kissing the warm skin of her thigh as she brings her lips back down to my clit. She pushes a third finger into me and starts to roll her tongue against my clit humming against it to add to my pleasure. 

"Good girl...Wanda…." My head tilts back slightly but I'm able to keep my mouth against Wanda thigh,  my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I moan against Wanda's leg and my hands squeeze them harshly, sure to leave a few small bruises as my high quickly takes over. 

I groan at the empty feeling as Wanda delicately removes her fingers and climbs off of me. Her lips start to trail small kisses all the way up my body as I start to come down, my chest moving rapidly as I try to regain control of my breathing. Wanda's hands gently stroking up and down the sides of my body and her lips finally brush against mine. The feeling of her lips on mine, brings me back down to earth after only seeing stars for the past few seconds. My eyes flutter open and I'm meant with the gleam in hers, smiling at the sight of her tousled hair and swollen lips. 

"That was hot." I giggle at Wanda as she buries her face into my neck as her face flushes red, my hands moving to trace her spine. 

"It was very hot." She bites my neck in response, mumbling something against my skin. "What was that?" 

"I said." Wanda pulls my ear between her teeth quickly letting it go moaning into my ear. "Fuck me."

"I just did." I say with a teasing smirk, knowing exactly what she means but wanting to drag the words out of her.

"You know what I mean baby." Wanda's left hand moves up my body and into my hair, pulling it gently to tilt my head back, her teeth grazing the skin of my neck as she pulls her lips down to my voice box. 

"I don't know unless you tell me." I feel her hum against my voice box as my husky voice meets her ears, before she moves her lips to the base of my jaw near my ear. 

"I want you to fuck me with your cock." I close my eyes, pressing my lips together as I moan at her words. "Daddy. I need you to fuck me." 

"You really know how to turn me on princess." My eyes flutter open to see her lust filled and slightly hopeful ones already staring at me as her other hand moves to grab mine pulling it towards her core, and she sighs in relief at the contact. "Ask nicely, baby girl." 

"Please." Wanda pushes her face into my neck, her hips slowly starting to move against my hand that is resting up against her core. "Please fuck me daddy. I've been good." 

"Grab the strap baby." Wanda's hand stretches out to reach the strap as she starts nipping and sucking at the skin on my neck, my hands moving down to her hips giving them a light squeeze. 

"It's so big." My eyes flick to watch as Wanda pulls her head away from my neck, lip between her teeth as she holds the strap in one hand.

I smile when I remember I have the glove on my left hand, so while Wanda is distracted I press my index finger down to the palm of the glove causing a claw to appear. I watch Wanda's reactions carefully as I press the cold metal against her hip. I hear her breath catch in her throat, a small hum vibrates through her body and the strap gets dropped to the bed.

I start to slowly drag the claw up her right side, her body leaning forward, her arms landing on the mattress to prompt her up. Her back arching as the blade makes contact with the bottom of her ribs. I glide the claw along her bottom rib stopping when I reach her stomach and slowly guide it down to her belly button. 

"Do you want any restraints or anything tonight?" Wanda blinks at the sudden question, her brows scrunching slightly. 

"Uhm." She tilts her head down to watch the claw as I start to slowly circle it around her belly button before looking back up at me. "No. I want to be able to hold onto you as you fuck me." 

"Princess." I chuckle at her bluntness. "It was more because I have the glove on testing a new kink and we have a new toy. I didn't want to overwhelm you with too much at once. But sure you can hold me me while I fuck you." 

I drag the claw all the way up her body to her chin tilting her head back up, leaning my upper body up slightly so I can bring my lips to her ear. 

"Because you said yourself you want me to fuck you." 

She tries nodding but I press the claw against her skin more, testing how she reacts smirking when I feel her press her hips against my body for any type of friction. 

"Y/n please." Her voice breathless as her hand grabs onto my left one dragging the claw back down her own body and I watch as goosebumps grow in its wake. 

"That's not my name tonight baby girl." Wanda looks down at me with dark eyes, and the flick between me and the strap. 

"I'm sorry daddy. But please….I need you." 

My right hand quickly moves to wrap around the front of her neck pulling her head down and smashing our lips together, the claw pressing against her body as it arches towards mine. I quickly retract the claw, twisting our bodies to the right so Wanda is now on her back and I extend the claw back out, dragging it back up her body; it twitches at the feeling. I bring it to the centre of her chest dragging it between her rib cage stopping at her sternum. 

Wanda's chest is moving up and down rapidly, almost collapsing on itself at the deep breaths she is sucking in and out. Her lust filled eyes watching my every movement as her hands grip onto my biceps for something to hold onto.

"Are you sure this is okay?" I question as her bottom lip disappears into her mouth before asking. "Color?" 

"Green, baby, Green. Please keep going baby. I will tell you if it's not okay." Her right hand on my bicep moves up to cup my face, tiling her head slightly as her lip removes itself from her mouth, her eyes gaining some color back. "I find it endearing you want to make sure I'm okay, but if you don't fuck me right now I might actually kill you."

"You're not being a good girl." I smirk when I see the color disappear from her eyes once again at the simplest of words. 

"I'm sorry daddy. It hurts." She whines as her hips buck to try and gain any type of friction desperate for release and it let's me know that I need to stop teasing. 

"Okay, okay." My right hand moves to grab the strap as I drag the claw up to her clavicle tracing the prominent bone. 

Wanda's eyes drop to watch me insert the small end of the strap into myself, moaning as I do so, leaning my head down near her ear so she can hear it and her arms wrap around my back. I pull her ear between my teeth, a small gasp passing her lips as I do so before removing most of myself from her body, her hands dropping to around my waist. She whines at the loss, her nails digging into my waist as she desperately tries to pull me back onto her; as I lean over to the bedside table to open the top drawer. I tilt my head down, looking down at Wanda as I pull the glove off my left hand using my other hand. I place my left hand on hers that is holding onto my left side and it's enough to get her to look at me with small tears stinging the corner of her eyes. I hate that I left it so long, slightly misjudging just how worked up she is.

"I'm sorry baby. I know baby, I know. I'm just getting the lube. I don't want to hurt you." She nods as she sucks in a breath her grip on my hips easing up and it allows me to move a little further to grab the bottle of lube. "Color?"

"Green." I move back to towering over her opening up the bottle quickly and not wasting time, but make sure I put enough lube on the toy. 

"We are gonna take it nice and slow. Tell me if I need to stop for you to adjust okay?" She nods. "Words princess."

"Yes daddy." I moan at the name as I position the tip of the toy at her entrance and slowly push it in a few inches. "Keep going daddy." 

I do as she asks, pushing it in until about 7 inches are inside her and stop knowing this is what she is used to. Her legs wrap around my waist as her arms move to wrap under my arms and grip into my shoulder blades. What I don't expect is for her to pull my body with her legs causing the strap to be pushed all the way in. Her back arches off the bed, as her nails dig into the skin of my shoulder blades pulling my body down so she can moan into my neck. 

"You're so big, daddy." She presses her hands flat against my shoulder blades feeling my back muscles as they start to move as I start to slowly roll my hips once she gives me a nod to start. "You feel so….Good...fucking hell."

I start off with pulling out all the way before slowly pushing back in, her sighs of pleasure go straight into my ear and a shiver goes down my spine. The end of the toy that's in me is pushing against my walls, my own gasps escaping every now and again as it does. 

"Faster daddy." Wanda's nails dig into my skin, sure to leave half crescent marks in their wake, as I move my body up so my arms are next to her head allowing me to push the strap in at a different angle and faster. Wanda tilts her head back to look up at me as I tilt mine to look down at her. 

I start to do body roll-like movements and choose to stop pulling the toy out instead changing to rougher  thrusts at a medium pace. Wanda's jaw widens her sighs and gasps getting higher in pitch, a small moan escaping my lips as the toy brushes against my g spot. I move from my hands to my elbows, our faces now inches apart as our bodies move together. The toy moves perfectly inside of me as I press my lips together to suppress a moan.

"You're taking me so well baby girl." Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her nails scratch down my back pulling at the skin as she bites her lip muffling a loud moan. 

I move to bury my face in the crook of her neck pushing my hip flushes against her quickly as harshly suddenly. Her back arches slightly and her eyes close, her face scrunching in a pleasurable grimace. Now in a better position I decide to keep my thrusts at a medium as her legs start to lose their hold around my waist. A small 'harder daddy' passes Wanda's lips and I move my hands to grip her hair tilting her head backwards into her pillow and move my lips to her voice box. Wanda's legs slide off my body, no longer having the strength to keep them there. Her left hand rushes to cover her mouth as I change the way I'm thrusting into her so that the strap bottoms out into her as I practically start rearranging her insides. I feel the vibrations of her moans against my lips as I keep them pressed against her voice box, her skin the perfect muffle for my own moans of pleasure. 

When her back arches and her hand once again pulls and scratches at the skin of my back, as I move my right hand to press against her abdomen causing the toy to be pushed down into her more. I moan against her voice box as I feel the strap hit my hand on every thrust and I make sure to push gently down on it knowing it's hitting the perfect spot. It starts to get hard to move the toy, so I know she is close to her high. I move my lips up to her ear, a few small moans passing my lips as the toy moves inside me. I'm close to my high too and my thrusts are starting to get sloppy because of it.

"Be a good girl and come with daddy." 

That's all it takes for her orgasm to wash over her body. Her back arches completely off the bed and I am quick to move my left hand over hers that's already over her mouth to help muffle the scream that passes her lips. Her head rolling back even more as her eyes scrunch tightly shut. I bury my head into her neck as my orgasm takes over and I bite down in her skin to muffle my moans. Wanda's hips buck as I continue to thrust slowly helping us both through the aftershocks. My right hand slides underneath her body to help support her back as it slowly lowers back down. 

Her body continues to move slightly as our heavy breathes mix together, bringing my head out from her neck to lean my forehead against hers. Her hands move from my back to my biceps, squeezing my muscles as I lock my elbows out to hover above her, the toy shifting inside us both and a small hiss escapes Wanda's lips. 

"Sorry." I smile timidly at her, but she shakes her head tilting it to give me a small peck as she smiles. 

"Don't be. I feel amazing. That was amazing. You are amazing." I blush slightly and Wanda beams up at me when she sees it but I can see the tiredness in her eyes. 

I tilt my head down to watch as I carefully pull the toy out and put it on the floor next to the bed. "What do you want? Bath? Shower?" 

"No, I just want to cuddle and sleep." I peck her nose causing it to scrunch and a small giggle passes her lips causing me to smile widely. 

"Okay, but I have to at least clean you up. I'm just going to get a cloth and some of that soothing cream, okay?" I mumble against her lips as her eyes start to close. 

"Mhmm. Okay." Wanda's voice is quiet; she pecks my lips gently falling into a sleepy state with a goofy smile on her lips. 

"What's that smile for?" Her eyes remain closed as she giggles to herself and I press another kiss to her nose as it scrunches. 

"I just love you." I roll my eyes as hers open to look up at me. A push myself off of her heading into the ensuite to grab the cloth and soothing cream. When I re-enter the room, Wanda is cuddling with my pillow as her eyes try to stay open and follow my movements. 

"This won't take long. You can go to sleep while I do this." 

"No." She pouts at me, her eyes searching mine. "Because then I won't get to cuddle you." 

"Okay, princess. I promise to not keep you up much longer." She nods as her tired eyes watch me, and a tired smile plants itself on her face. 

I keep my promise of not taking too long but also ensure she is properly cleaned and cared for before I climb in my side of the bed and Wanda climbs on hers; which is me of course. Her arms wrap around and underneath my torso, as I'm laying on my back, her legs tangling with mine as her head is resting just below my chin. She tilts her head up, pressing her nose against my neck as she inhales deeply. Her body completely relaxes against mine and I'm about to let sleep consume me but I hear Wanda mumble against my chest. 

"That's my new favourite toy." I smirk to myself as I move a hand to weave through Wanda's hair. 

"Well I shall have to rearrange your insides more often." I feel Wanda’s body vibrate as she chuckles against my chest.

"I won't say no to that." Wanda pushes her hand into my chest so she can lift her head up to look down at me. "And next time you can go twice as hard. I'm sokovian so I can take it." 

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[kitty-kat-art]

🥺Ueueueue... 😢😢🥺uuueeeeu😭...uueeu😭😭ueue..........

[randomshyperson]

hotel room - wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: (+18), bottom!wanda, eating out (w), soft smut.

A/n: totally inspired by this pic i literally just wrote it down.

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"you've been so stressed lately, little witch. let me help you with that."

the words were whispered into her ear. the intent and meaning behind them made wanda shiver in anticipation, and as your lips descended, her hands found the headboard in a desperate search of some sort of anchor.

you weren't lying - wanda has been stressed. the separation of the avengers, the exponential and unpredictable increase of her powers, the lack of public approval. but everything becomes a background whenever she's around you , especially when your tongue teases her nipples.

a needy whine escapes her mouth and she can feel your smug smile against her chest. wanda would have pinched you for being so cocky, but the tightening of the grip on her hips showed her that her sounds were affecting you as much as your touches dismantle her.

if you wished, you could prolong this. tease her endlessly just for the pressure of hearing her beg - and lord knows she would. hips already desperate, underwear so soaked she was shamelessly leaking through the fabric.

it was all your fault obviously. you were laying down together before, soft but bold and intimate touches while she talked about her week. you worked her up so naturally and so quickly that the offer of a stress relief would actually be her suggestion if you weren't quicker.

and you have always been so unfairly good at this. good with her, her body, her needs. your mouth move down her belly, licking and teasing all the way to where she needs the most. wanda's so responsive. she gasps in anticipation for every flick of your tongue, until she's panting, ready and impatience.

the reward is sweet. she's loud when she's desperate and Wanda is so desperate. she arches her back as your tongue finds her warm and wet through the fabric. your fingers are rushed, pulling her panties out of the way, you've finally lost that thin patience to just tease her. wanda maximoff is maddening, her scent, her sounds, her taste.

you moan as you eat her out. eagerly and hungry. you lick every corner, you tease her entrance, you flick her clit.

"ah, detka." wanda shouldn't try to speak now. She physically can't form any sentences that make sense at this point. she wants to ask for more, but you start sucking and all that leaves her lips are pathetic little whines. she wants to ask "faster" but your tongue goes deep inside as your hands hold her open and all she can do is choke on throat moan.

all lights in that messy motel room flicker, maybe the whole goddam city, when she's ready to fall over the edge. when she's ready to let go.

you pull away just to whisper "come for me, witchy" before resuming your movements and it doesn't take longer for her to do just that.

she sounds so beautiful, she looks breathtaking. chest heaving, a frown of pleasure. the sweetness of her wetness on your tongue.

you messily lick her clean, make her whine a little more. she gropes around on the bed until she reaches your hair, fingers running through the soft strands until she's gripping. her original intention was to pull you up to kiss you, but you start over.

Well, maybe she just needs to de-stress a little more.

[themidnightcrimson]

good morning ࿏ wm

summary: in which you decide to get what you want first thing in the morning.

words: 3.9k

warnings: top!wanda, power bottom!reader, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink, cumstrap (r receiving), somno (r giving), blowjob on cumstrap (r giving), enhanced strap, brief choking, just imagining slutting top!wanda out like this woeidbsibfwioe its the power bottom in me

this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.

masterlist.

The room was cool and the bed warm by the time you woke up. Legs shifting smoothly under the crisp sheets, you could hear the faint chirp of a lone bird outside the window along with what sounded like a gentle spring morning rain shower.

Plat plat plat plat the rain softly tapped against the window and quietly onto the roof above you. It was a sleepy rain, an early morning rain whose clouds blocked the sun from glaring through your window. It made waking a little easier, a little more soft.

The other thing that made waking a peaceful experience was the warm body you were tangled up with. The soft, curled ends of light brown hair tickled your bare shoulder, and it was the first thing you saw in the dim room as you opened your eyes. Your head rose and fell slowly with Wanda’s steady breath. It was resting on her bare chest, the skin there hot against your ear. She always slept so hot.

Your legs were tangled with hers, your arm thrown across her torso. As you blinked your eyes awake, you tilted your head upwards to get an angle of her from below. The stretch of her jawbone, the mountain of her cheekbones just beyond it. Heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, deep pink lips pursed in her sleep. The crinkle between her eyebrows that was always there when she slept. She was starting to get a permanent wrinkle from it, and while she was embarrassed of it, you told her it was just the imprint of all the dreams she’d ever had right there in one wrinkle between her brows so she would never forget them. Wanda was always a deep dreamer, for better or worse.

The puffy comforter you shared rested right below her breasts, likely pushed down during her overheated sleep. Her hair was splayed over her chest, barely covering the peaks of her soft pink nipples. Her skin looked pale and soft under the dim gloomy morning light. You let your hand glide over the soft expanse of her tummy, fingers pressing into her flesh as you shift, waking up a little more. Letting out a silent yawn, you casually let your hand stroll further down beneath the blanket, being thrown off guard a little when your hand touches cool silicone between her legs.

It was Wanda’s new creation still left strapped around her hips via harness from last night’s endeavors. It took a lot of research and magical effort for Wanda to create her enchanted strap that functions like a biological part of her body. Using her magic, she enchanted the strap so that she can feel through it and cum through it. Let’s just say the first few tries once she perfected it could be described as very quick, hot, and wet on her end. It was the most mind-blowing feeling she had ever felt, being able to feel you inside. Even now, a few weeks later, she still warns you how sensitive it still is, which you could tell from the beginning because of how fast she came with you.

Wanda’s magic was very powerful—spontaneous creation. For that reason, she insisted on wearing a condom the first several times using the enchanted strap out of fear of accidental pregnancy, though you knew she secretly had a breeding kink. Finally, she stopped using condoms, but she still pulled out of you every time. It was hot, seeing her get so close to just doing it, to just letting go and planting her cum deep inside you. You could see it on her face every time. But every time, milliseconds before release, she pulls out and chooses to spill all over your tummy or back instead. Of course, that was also hot in its own right. But you desperately wanted her to cum inside. You weren’t sure if it was the risk or the ownership aspect of it, but you fucking needed it.

And you knew she wanted it too. She had a tendency to hold you down when she’s about to cum, almost as if she is about to force you to take her cum, which you willingly would take every single drop. You even told her in a heated moment of passion to cum inside you once, and she almost did accidentally. Hearing you say that made her orgasm immediately, and she had to frantically pull out right as she spurted all over your mound, making sounds you’d never heard her make.

And now, in the dim morning light with cozy rain coming from outside, and Wanda’s soft, warm sleeping body with her cock in your hand as you thought over all these times with the new magical piece, you wanted it.

But she was so pretty and peaceful in her sleep with her crinkled brow of dreams and her slowly rising and falling chest. You wouldn’t wake her.

Licking your lips, you shifted your body so that you hovered over her, taking great care in slinking down her body without moving the blankets or the bed too much. With the hem of the blanket resting at the back of your neck, you rested your elbows over her plush thighs, eyeing the strap that now sat right in front of your face.

Humming, you trail your fingers to the harness straps, fiddling with the fabric on her hips for a moment before you carefully let them trail to the base of her cock, taking it in your fist gently. Glancing back up to her, you saw the same image—her head resting on the pillow, turned to the side, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The warmth between your legs grew as you formulated the plan of your desires, licking your lips and coming closer to her strap.

You placed Wanda’s length in your mouth. It surprised you every time how big she was—an advantage she smugly gave herself when crafting her piece. Suctioning your lips, you began to swirl your tongue around the tip of the strap with a gentle but purposeful pressure.

It didn’t take long before your mouth ignited the spell within the strap, and her magic peered through the silicone in cracks that looked like molten lava in a crimson hue. That’s how you knew she was aroused now, and as you looked up at her again, she was still sleeping as peacefully as ever.

It took some practice for you to understand how to give your girlfriend a blowjob since it was your first time, but Wanda was patient and could get off with basically any touch you gave her with how sensitive the strap felt when she wore it anyways.

So you lowered your mouth further down on her strap that was warming up between your lips, keeping your hand on the base to keep it steady. Letting your other hand gently squeeze her thigh, you sucked her gently, wanting to make her feel good but not wanting to wake her up. It startled you when, as you took her entirety in your mouth so that the tip of her cock poked the back of your throat, Wanda’s legs twitched under you. It was only once and, looking up as you deepthroated her, you saw that the sleeping look on her face remained unchanged.

The depth with which you took her in your throat prompted tears to form in your eyes and saliva in your mouth. Sniffling, you kept taking her all the way in and then suctioning as you lifted your mouth from her, letting your tongue flick around her tip before deepthroating her again. You were slow and gentle, but she was hot and throbbing with magical arousal. You could even smell it on her now and, reaching down under the base where her slit was, you found that she was wet there, too.

Getting excited, you bobbed your head perhaps a little too hard, and she twitched again, this time letting her head sway to the other side. You paused, waiting for any sign of further movement or signs of being awake, but she was still deep asleep, the crease in her brow deeper now. You went back to sucking her off dutifully, and as wet sounds filled the air, Wanda moved again, this time arching her back. The movement sent her hips bucking up, which shoved her cock into your throat unexpectedly, causing you to choke on her girth.

Recovering, you continued carefully and watched as she twitched and squirmed in her sleep, somehow still staying deep asleep even as you could feel her throb faster. Her lips fell open at one point, soft gasps of air filling the quiet, dim room along with your wet sucking sounds. Her body heated up even more under your hands, and she started to buck her hips more.

Picking up your speed, you deepthroated her more and more, choking yourself on her strap while she grew even more restless. You knew she was seconds away from cumming, so you grabbed the base of her strap and sucked harder and faster. Finally, with a whispery, sleepy moan, and a more violent twitch of her hips, Wanda came in your mouth. You kept your mouth around her, feeling her warm cum gush at the back of your throat and ooze down it. You waited, letting her twitch and gasp and push out every last drop of cum before you finally swallowed it and took her out of your mouth. She was sweet to the taste with just a hint of metal, an interesting mix of her magic that reminded you of the taste of her real arousal.

There were many benefits to this magical creation of Wanda’s, one of many being that there was an unlimited supply.

Her cock now wet and shiny and slightly glowing, you carefully crawled back up her body and straddled her. She had almost immediately fallen back into utter stillness as soon as she came, except for her chest that was rising and falling much faster now. Biting your lip, you reached down and took her breasts into your hands, squeezing and letting your thumb roll over her nipples that were already rock hard for you. You could feel her cock, resting below your thigh, twitch and throb, basically vibrating with magic. All you could taste was her cum that coated the inside of your mouth, the taste still soaked into your tongue.

She just looked so pretty, even more relaxed now, having just helplessly cum in your mouth without even knowing it. Leaning down, you pressed a chaste kiss to her still lips before moving your mouth to her neck and pressing soft, wet kisses there. You let your hand grope her breasts for a moment before sliding it down and rubbing her tummy, lowering it further and further until you reached below yourself and took her strap in your hand again.

Still kissing her neck, and feeling her twitch once below you, you adjusted yourself over her cock and rubbed your throbbing, wet slit down her length, not letting it go inside. You remember the first time you did that, before she ever went inside you with the new strap, and she had prematurely came. She had been so embarrassed, taking off the cum-filled condom and tearing the strap off of her and getting up, but you’d found it so hot. You loved having this control over her. You loved knowing that you held this power over her, that you could make her cum so easily, that she desired you so much that she found it hard to even have any control. You wanted to tease her constantly, to degrade her and embarrass her by using her desire for you against her.

Wanda’s sleepy breaths hitched as you rubbed your warm, wet folds up and down her length, leaving a wet, sticky trail on the strap. She shifted under you, turning her head back to the other side. Her eyebrows creased deeper, her face contorting into a look of neediness as she subconsciously bucked her hips, pushing herself harder onto you. Chuckling, you gave her one last kiss on her neck before sitting up fully, unable to control yourself anymore. You wanted to get what you truly wanted out of her before she woke up.

Your breathing growing heavier, along with the rain pattering much harder on the window outside, you lined Wanda’s cock up with your entrance, letting it sit there pressed against it for a moment. You took a deep breath—her size still surprised you, and you still needed to relax and prepare yourself before taking her in. Thanks to the blowjob and how wet you were, there was enough lubrication for you to lower yourself down on her cock, feeling her slide right in and stretch your walls around her.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you stopped halfway, feeling a tinge of pain. Wanda shifted beneath you, which didn’t help, so you just took another deep breath and basically slammed yourself down on her, Wanda’s entire cock ramming deep inside you.

As if on cue, right as you let out a louder shriek than you meant to because of the way her cock hit your cervix, Wanda also let out a sleepy form of a moan, her head swaying to the side as her legs shifted under the blankets below you.

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you stayed still and felt her throb inside you as she squirmed, watching her eyes scroll side to side behind her eyelids. Biting your lip, you slowly lifted yourself off halfway before coming back down again, nearly seeing stars when she hit your deepest point again.

It was obvious that doing this wasn’t going to keep her asleep for much longer. She was still moving, eyelids fluttering, lips twitching as if trying to speak between her growing breaths. She was breathing faster now, redness blooming on her cheeks.

There was no point in being careful now. Grinding your teeth together, you rolled your hips, throwing your head back as she hit your sweet spot in your lower tummy. She was so big that her cock was basically all you could feel as you rode her, feeling pure pleasure bloom inside you as you anticipated the ending you were dreaming about.

“Mmmm-nnnn” Wanda murmured as she squirmed more beneath you, kicking at the sheets covering her feet and arching her back. “Ahhh…” She was starting to come to, being lured by your actions into an in-between state between sleeping and waking. She was arching her back off the bed and bucking her hips up into you, natural instinct to have more friction and be as close to you as possible coming through.

Power filled you as you stared down at the helpless witch, her cock lodged deep inside you, throbbing as you bounced on it. You bit the tip of your tongue and squeezed her shoulders, digging your nails into her skin as you rode her cock.

The feeling of your nails in Wanda’s skin was the one thing that brought her into awareness. Her eyelashes fluttered, mouth dropping open. Finally, her eyes opened fully, exposing those pretty irises that were usually green but were now a deep, sleepy crimson red from the magic she was subconsciously using.

A grin slashed across your own face, your tummy filled with excitement as you watched the look of confusion on Wanda’s once peaceful face. This was the second moment you were anticipating the most. Her eyebrows contorted in confusion as she stared up at you, her eyes blank with dumb sleepiness at first as her mouth let out heavy breaths. Then she blinked a few times, her eyes falling down over your body and to her own. She saw her cock, glistening with wet, appear halfway with every other bounce you made. She watched it appear as you lifted up, and then disappear again as you slapped yourself down on her lap.

Then she felt it. The tight, wet warmth. The squeezing of your walls around her. The more textured parts around your cervix, how much warmer and tighter you felt the deeper she was. Your lips smushed against the base of her cock when you had her fully inside. The ridges of your cunt massaging her length as you jerked up and down on her, the friction feeling like a white hot flame of pleasure with each stroke.

Her mouth fell open wider with a loud, startled moan, her hands immediately slapping onto your hips and holding them. “Baby!” she exclaimed in surprise, trying to blink the bleariness out of her eyes as you continued fucking yourself on her.

You giggled at her reaction, how she was confused but so turned on and so obviously overwhelmed by the feeling of you milking her cock as soon as she woke up, this being the very first thing her consciousness experienced this rainy morning. You felt her cock swell a little inside you, now that she was awake with her magic.

Her breathing turned into gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she hissed through her teeth, her hips trembling as you slammed down onto them. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” she croaked, her voice sleepy and husky and burning hot in your ear.

“I always wanted to wake you up like this,” you whispered, scratching down her chest and over her nipples, causing her to let out the cutest little high-pitched whimper.

“Fuck,” was all she could whisper, holding your hips as they bounced up and down on her length.

You could see the sweat breaking on her forehead, the flush in her cheeks, the way her tummy tightened under your palm. She was getting close.

“D-Did you use prot-protection?” Wanda stammered, her brown hair starting to stick to her temples. She knew the answer. She could feel it, but she needed to ask anyway.

Chuckling, you let out a pornographic moan just to make her shudder and then said, “Nope.”

Wanda’s eyes widened a little in panic. She could already feel herself leaking a little, or maybe it was just your wetness, which was also dripping down her shaft and onto her thighs. Through the slight panic in your eye you could see the desperation, the idea she always dreams about sitting right there in her brain.

You purposefully clenched, and she bit her lip and threw her head back, her body lifting off the bed as she pushed herself into you. You gasped at the depth but used your strength to pin her hips back down to the bed.

“Baby,” she breathed, her eyes barely open. “Baby, get up.” Her voice grew breathy with quickness. “I’m gonna cum. Get up.” She slapped your hip a few times to make you get up, but you kept riding her.

“No,” you purred, leaning down closer to her face and smirking. “You can easily push me off if you want to.” You watched her, struggling to keep her eyes open, her body moving with your bouncing, look up at you with such a strong mix of horror and desire on her face. You waited, but she only continued to struggle beneath you, not making any effort to use her magic or strength to push you off. “So why don’t you?”

Wanda whined, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as if just looking at you was going to make her bust. Her nails dug into your hips as she trembled, looking like the pleasure was turning into pain as you continued to ride her. There was no way she would actively deny you. She could stop herself all she wanted when it was her in control, but if you were going to take it from her, she couldn’t not acquiesce.

“Baby, please,” she murmured through gritted teeth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the struggle to keep herself from cumming. You knew she could stop it if she wanted to—you didn’t have her physically wrangled, and even if you did, her magic could put an end to it immediately. “Please, get up, I can’t hold it.”

Grinning, you slam your hand over her throat, and she gasps, choking slightly as you squeeze her throat. “You’re so cute like this,” you whisper, “Begging me to stop. You’re the one who can’t control yourself.”

Tears were falling down her cheeks now. “Please, please,” she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. “Please, baby, I can’t—I can’t hold it—I’m gonna cum, fuck, please…”

“Do it. Give me all your cum,” you hiss, riding her harder to the point where the bedframe slams against the wall. Wanda, choking on the pressure of your hand around her throat, trembled and violently twitched below and inside you as she tried her hardest to hold it. But she was hot to the touch, and so were you, and your cunt felt so good squeezing around her cock, and you were taking complete advantage of her which she found to be so hot, and she hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about breeding you for weeks now, and it was all too much for her to even stop it.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, get off, I’m gonna… fuck, fuck fuck!”

Wanda’s nails dug into your hips as her words turned into incoherent babbles, her mouth falling wide open and her body lifting completely off the bed as she finally lost all control. You tried to watch her as long as you could, but your eyes fluttered closed when finally you felt her cock give one last hard twitch before loads of her burning hot cum went gushing deep inside you, splashing the wall of your cervix and filling your tummy all up.

The feeling made you cum, shivering on top of her and squeezing around her which only prolonged her orgasm even more. Wanda saw flashing images of you pregnant, which had been fueling what she thought was fear for weeks now, but she was learning just now that that fear was pure fetish. She tugged your hips down onto her and pushed herself as deep inside you as possible as she loaded you with her cum, surprising you with her strength as she kept you in a complete hold.

After a few moments, when she had filled you with all she had to give, which was a shocking amount this time because of how long she had held it, and you were limp against her chest, recovering from your own orgasm, Wanda finally relaxed, letting go of your hips and closing her eyes.

“Fuck,” she breathed, panting as sweat rolled down her tear-streaked face. You were quiet for a minute, relishing the feeling of a full tummy of Wanda’s cum, her cock throbbing gently in your cunt. You were so glad she’d enchanted that strap.

Finally, you hummed, looking up at her. She looked dazed and fuzzy-minded, her eyes hooded and cheeks blushing red from embarrassment. She sighed and grinned sheepishly, placing her hands over her face. You smirked. “That was a lot better than cumming on my tits, right?”

Wanda breathed. “Well, good morning to you, too.”