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angelsficrecs · 4 years ago

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Sinful | W. Maximoff (NSFW)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Babysitter!Reader

Summary: Being a working mom was hard work. Being a single, working mom was even harder. Trying to raise her daughter alone while trying to keep her business alive often leaves Wanda feeling stressed. And what better way to relieve stress than a sinful night with the babysitter?

Warnings: Unspecified but legal age gap, fingering, oral, strap-on (used on Wanda), praise kink, overstimulation, R's first time with a woman, Wanda discovers she has a mommy kink, soft power bottom Wanda, fluff, soft power bottom Wanda because one warning isn't enough.

Word Count: 4,023

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“Alright, little dove. Time for bed.” Lili frowned at your words and began to shake her head, as she backed away to create a distance between herself and you. “Sweetheart, you have to. You need your rest.” But she wouldn’t budge.

“Is it the monster again?” Tears began to flood her little green eyes as she nodded and clutched the teddy bear she held close to her chest. You bought it for her after she told you about the monster in her closet, the first time.

After making sure that it was okay with her mother first, of course. When she said yes, you bought the perfect one and immediately brought it to her. You told her he was a special bear, that he would protect her from the monsters.

“Let’s go take a look, yeah?” Her tiny hand grabbed hold of one of your fingers, squeezing it tightly as you walked towards her room. Lili watched you from the doorframe, clinging to her special bear and crying silently as you opened the closet door. The little girl was shaking because she was so afraid. There were no monsters in her closet, of course, but you scolded them anyway.

“You were not invited into this house, monster. Or this closet. You can’t be here. Lili has a special bear which means you can’t scare her. You need to leave.” You paused for a moment, then turned and knelt down to face the small child.

“Alright, little dove. He’s gone. No more monster.” Liliya ran to you, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck while her hand remained on the teddy bear, holding his hand as you lifted her small body up and carried her to bed.

You tucked her in, and she begged you to sing to her–something she’d been doing every night since she first started talking. So you sang her a lullaby, and rubbed her back as you watched those little green eyes finally flutter and close.

You’d been babysitting Liliya Maximoff nearly every day since she was only a few months old. Her ‘dad’ disappeared from the picture before she was even born, leaving her mom to raise her alone. But then you came along.

And no matter how hard you tried to fight it, you began to love her. You began to love that little girl as if she was your own. And it hurt. It hurt because she wasn’t yours, and the day would come where you would have to say goodbye. Wanda wouldn’t need your help anymore.

Wanda…You had started developing feelings for her, as well. It was unprofessional, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. She was so beautiful, so kind to you, and she was a damn good mother to Liliya. The older woman had your heart and she didn’t even know it.

You pressed a kiss to Lili's forehead before quietly leaving her room and slowly closing her door, careful not to make any sounds that might wake her up. As you were making your way back downstairs, you heard the sound of keys hitting a counter.

When you got to the kitchen and saw how distressed Wanda is, you frowned. "Bad day at work?" She looked up at you, her exhaustion more than evident on her face, and let out a heavy sigh. "Is there something I can do to help?"

Wanda couldn't help but suck in a harsh breath when those words left your lips. Your soft, inviting lips that she couldn't get out of her head. And when she saw you bite your bottom lip, she felt a familiar heat creep its way down between her legs.

She'd be lying to herself if she said she never thought about you at night, her fingers buried in between her thighs as images of what she wish could be flashed in her mind. She'd be lying if she said she didn't moan out your name as she brought about her own release.

But her 'alone time' wasn't the only time she thought about you. No, the older woman constantly found her mind drifting to you. She thought about you in the mornings, she thought about you while she was at work.

She imagined waking up to your face every morning, and falling asleep with you in her arms every night. And she knew it was wrong. Wanda knew that, but it also felt right to her. You felt right. Besides, the two of you were practically domestic already.

You all but lived at her house. You were there for breakfast, and when Lili woke up. You were there for dinner, bedtime, and when Wanda got home from work. Sometimes you would even stay the night, after her endless insisting.

And the way you cared for Liliya, the way you loved her. Wanda saw it. She saw how you cared for her daughter like she was yours, too. In many ways, she was. You'd been there since she was four months old. You'd seen every milestone.

So, of course she had fallen in love with you. How could she not? How could she not love you when you treated her daughter like a princess? How could she not love you when you looked at her like that? With your bottom lip between your teeth and your cheeks flushed.

"Actually, detka, there is. There is something you can do for me." She finally answered you, her Sokovian accent making your heart flutter in your chest. You loved the sound of her voice. And the pet-names she had for you never failed to leave you flustered.

"I want you to fuck me." Your eyes widened when you heard those words slip past her lips, and you couldn't help but suck in a harsh breath when she stepped closer to you, her hands finding their way to your hips.

"I want you to do exactly as I say, and make me cum." Her hands squeezed your hips, earning a small whimper from you. Wanda pulled your body tight against her own, her lips dangerously close to yours. "Can you do that for me, moya lyubov?"

“I…Miss Maximoff?” You could feel her hot breath on your lips and it was making you weak in the knees. Her hands moved to your ass, kneading and squeezing at the smooth skin under your skirt. You let out a weak moan as you nodded eagerly. “Y-Yes…I-I can do that.”

Wanda hummed as she closed the gap between your parted lips and her own. The kiss was one of urgency and passion, her hands moving back to your hips as you wrapped yours around her neck. "Pants...Take them off."

You obliged, nervously dropping your hands to her button and zipper. Your hands were shaking, so Wanda had to take over. Once that part was finally done, you lowered her dress pants down to her ankles.

After stepping out of the material, Wanda reached for your hands. When she felt them in hers, she guided you to the lace panties she wore. She didn't speak, she didn't have to. You knew what she wanted, and you were more than happy to obey the silent demand.

Wanda threw her suit jacket to the side in the same moment, a small hiss falling from her lips when the cold air met her hot core. "Touch me." Her words came laced within a breathy whimper. Your face felt hot, and you were nervous. "I said touch me."

"H-How? I mean...w-what do you want me to do?" Your words flowed out in a hushed whisper, but the older woman still heard them. She couldn't help but smirk at the sight of you in your nervous state.

"Your fingers, dorogaya." You looked down at the ground in embarrassment. When she saw how nervous you still were, Wanda felt her stomach flutter as she thought silently to herself, am I her first? "Honey, are you a virgin? It's okay if you are."

"N-No, I mean...not technically. I-I had sex once, with a guy, but it wasn't...I didn't like it." Wanda couldn't help but smile at your confession. You weren't a virgin, but you had never been with a woman before. So, in a way, she would be your first. And, God, she loved knowing that.

"It's just like touching yourself, malysh." You nodded as you slowly ran your hands up Wanda's thighs, earning a small moan from her. You hesitated before running a finger along her folds, collecting her arousal. You stared at your finger, mesmerized by the sight.

"Go ahead, detka. I know you want to." You brought your own finger to your mouth and wrapped your lips around it, moaning when you tasted on your tongue. Wanda smiled at the sight, reaching down and grabbing your wrist.

She guided your hand back to her needy pussy, gripping your wrist as she bucked her hips and slowly began to grind against your palm. Wanda let out a heavy moan when she felt you slip your middle finger inside of her.

"That's it, Y/N. You're being such a good girl for me." You couldn't help but moan at her praise-something Wanda was quick to notice. "You like it when I call you a good girl, don't you, moya lyubov?" You nodded and she smirked, letting go of your wrist.

"Well then, good girl, show me what you can do with those fingers." You whimpered at the feeling of her hand on the back of your neck, guiding you to your feet so she could feel your lips on hers again.

You don't know what came over you, but you found yourself gripping her thighs, giving them a squeeze, silently telling Wanda to jump. She smirked against your lips, giving in to your demand. She found it cute, you thinking for even a second that you were in charge.

But when you thrusted two fingers into her without any hesitance, it wiped the smirk clean off her face. Wanda gasped at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck!" You hummed as you removed your fingers from her dripping cunt, only to slam them right back into her.

Wanda moaned and began to grind against your fingers, desperate for a release. She'd been thinking of you all day, the dirty images that played in her mind making it hard for her to concentrate at work. "Don't you stop, detka. Don't you dare. Don't–shit!"

You pressed your lips to her neck, kissing her smooth skin as you kept thrusting your fingers in and out of her, bringing your thumb to rub her clit. The added pleasure sent the older woman over the edge, causing Wanda to moan out your name.

"Miss Maximo-" "Wanda," she corrected you. The rise and fall of her chest made it hard for you not to glance down at her cleavage. You immediately returned your gaze to her green eyes. The way she stared at you made your heart race. "No need for formalities, moya lyubov. Not anymore."

You nodded, the heat rising back up to your cheeks as you let go of the older woman's thighs. But she didn't let go of you, her fingers still tangled up in your hair. She kissed you again, gently this time.

"Go upstairs. I'll meet you up there in five minutes. I just have to finish up down here." You didn't speak. Even if you tried, you didn't know what you would say. "I want you naked and on my bed when I get up there."

When you felt her hand come down on your ass, you whimpered. Wanda smiled at you before pressing her lips to your cheek. "Go on, then." You obeyed eagerly, racing up to her bedroom and stripping out of your clothes.

Meanwhile, Wanda was still downstairs in the kitchen. She gathered her clothes that the two of you had collectively thrown onto the floor and turned off the lights before heading to the stairs. She smiled to herself as she made her way to her bedroom, and to you.

When she walked in and saw that you had done as she asked, she hummed proudly. Her eyes immediately went to your exposed core. She licked her lips, closing the door behind her before walking towards you.

Wanda pulled her white tank top over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra came off next, joining the rest of the clothes that were now strewn across her bedroom floor. You let out a moan when you saw her bare chest for the first time.

"Like what you see, dorogaya?" A small giggle slipped past your lips, causing Wanda to grin at you. “You’re so cute.” She climbed onto the bed, pressing a kiss to your lips before moving to straddle your face. “You were so good with your fingers, Y/N. Now let’s see how good you are with that mouth.”

A loud moan left you when you felt her lower herself down to meet your tongue, the vibrations from your noise sending shivers up her spine. You lapped at her arousal as if it was your last meal, earning a moan from the older woman.

Wanda began to grind against your tongue as you moved it in and out of her needy core, your arms wrapping around her thighs. You held her down as she bucked her hips, preventing her from moving from her spot on your face. Not that she would ever want to.

“Y-You’re doing so good, malysh. So…fuck…so good.” You moaned as you continued to eat her out, bringing your thumb to rub circles onto her clit. The added pleasure made Wanda groan, throwing her head back as she allowed her eyes to flutter closed. “That’s a good girl. Keep doing that. Keep…keep–shit!”

Wanda came on your tongue, and you eagerly drank up every drop of her orgasm. She was sweet, and you found yourself becoming addicted to her taste. You would remain buried between her thighs forever, if she let you. “S-Stop, detka.”

Reluctantly, you did as she told you. Wanda rolled onto her back, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Your turn.” You bit down on your lower lip as you mimicked the older woman’s previous action, straddling her face. The smell of your arousal was intoxicating.

Wanda wasted no time in burying her tongue inside of you. A gasp spilled from your mouth at her own tongue’s urgent and desperate actions. It–she was nothing like what you imagined. No, she was better. Much, much better.

It embarrassed you how quickly you came undone, but Wanda was quick to reassure you. Her long, thin fingers replaced her tongue as she kissed along your inner thighs and whispered against your skin. “You’re so beautiful, moya lyubov. You’re so good for me.”

You rode her fingers as she thrusted them in and out of you, her lips finding their way to your clit. Wanda moaned as she sucked on your sensitive nub, her fingers moving faster, curling inside of you and hitting your g-spot every single time.

She was making a whimpering, moaning mess out of you and she loved every second of it. The sinful events of the night that played out already, the ones that had yet to occur, and the sounds leaving your lips all would have made a pastor blush.

“You’re so close. I can feel it. You’re squeezing my fingers, honey. My beautiful girl. You gonna cum again, dorogaya? You gonna cum for me?” Wanda cooed, kissing your clit as she added another one of her fingers, a total of three now roughly pounding into you. She was bringing you closer and closer to the edge, ready to catch you. “That’s it. Cum for me, Y/N.”

“W-Wanda! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The Sokovian continued to fuck you with her fingers, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. Her lips had returned to your clit, sucking the sensitive nub and causing you to shake from the overstimulation. You tried to move, but she had her arms around your thighs, keeping you where you were.

“One more, detka. Give me one more.” You whimpered, your body shaking and writhing as she buried her tongue inside of you again, her thumb returning to your clit. You opened your mouth to speak, but only moans and whines came out. You were too fucked-out to form a coherent sentence.

After coming undone for the third time, you collapsed on the bed beside her. Wanda chuckled and rolled onto her side, wrapping her arm loosely around your waist as she pressed her lips against yours. You both moaned into the kiss, the taste of each other still on your tongues.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, until Wanda climbed out of bed and walked over to her closet. When she returned, she held an object that was both familiar and unfamiliar to you. It was a strap-on, you knew that much. But you had never used one on another person, or had anybody use one on you.

“I-I don’t think I can go again, Miss Ma-Wanda.” The older woman chuckled and shook her head at you as she climbed back onto the bed. “It’s not for me, honey. It’s for you.” You took a deep breath as you watched her attach the harness to you, slowly inserting the smaller end of the toy inside you.

A whine fell from your lips at the feeling, and Wanda left a soothing kiss on your forehead. “I know you’re sensitive, detka. You’ve been such a good girl for me.” Her lips traveled to your own, then to your neck. “Need you to make me cum one more time, malyshka. Need my good girl to fuck me.”

Wanda laid on her back, easily pulling your body on top of hers. It took you a few seconds to gather enough strength and energy, but soon you had your hand wrapped around the plastic cock, stroking it as if it were real. You guided the tip to her entrance and eased it into her, pulling a delicate moan from the redhead.

And for someone who had never, in any way, used a strap before, you sure did use the one she put on you skillfully. The way your hips bucked, the way you were roughly pounding into her, it was exactly what the Sokovian needed. You were everything she needed.

“Right there! Yes! Fuck, shit! Harder!” Every thrust you made caused the harness to rub against your clit, and the smaller end of the toy to move in and out of your hole. Your thrusts became more desperate. It was no longer just about bringing Wanda to the edge. No, you were chasing your own release now, as well. “Don’t you dare. Not yet.”

You whined in frustration, but obeyed. Her fingers found their way to your hair, getting tangled up in it as she roughly crashed her lips onto yours. The kiss was hungry, and as needy as your thrusts. You moaned into the kiss as you pulled the toy from her completely before pounding it right back into her. “You’re so good for me, Y/N. So fucking good!”

Wanda was getting dangerously close to her third orgasm of the night. No one, not even her ex-husband had ever made her cum a second time, let alone a third. “I’m close, baby. I’m so close. Shit!” Your thrusts were becoming sloppy, and it was becoming harder to hold back your own release. “T-Together. Want you to cum with me, moya lyubov.”

But you kept going. And with one last harsh buck of your hips, you sent Wanda spiraling. “God fucking damn it!! Y/N!!” The sound of Wanda screaming out for you was the final push you needed, your own orgasm taking over. You kept thrusting until you had finished riding out your highs together, then you collapsed beside her.

You were both too out of breath to say anything, to do anything. A small blush crept its way onto Wanda’s cheeks as she lowered her mouth to the plastic cock that had only moments ago been buried inside of her, cleaning up every drop of her own orgasm. When she carefully removed it from you, a sharp hiss left your mouth.

You watched as she climbed out of the bed with shaky legs, and put the toy back in hiding inside of her closet. When she returned to the bed, she pulled your body as close to her own as she could, her arms wrapped around your waist. A sigh slipped from her lips as her eyes began to flutter closed.

But just as the two of you began to drift off to sleep, the sound of Liliya’s cries could be heard from down the hall. “I’ve got it.” Before she could object, you had thrown on one of her shirts and a pair of her shorts, and raced towards Lili’s bedroom.

Five minutes later, you were back, a sympathetic smile on your face. “She wants you, mommy.” Wanda’s eyes widened. Not because her daughter needed her, but because of the words you said. Or, rather, because of how you said them.

“What?” She questioned you, an amused smirk tugging at her lips as she rose to her feet and pulled on a clean shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. Your eyes widened in realization of what you had just said. “I-I mean she wants mommy. H-Her mommy. I-I mean…shit.”

Wanda chuckled as she stalked towards where you stood in her doorway, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You’re definitely calling me that next time.” Before you could respond, Wanda was out of the room and on her way to Lili.

You collected all of the clothes that you had thrown onto her floor, placing hers into her hamper and holding onto your own. Unable to fight your own exhaustion anymore, you began to make your way towards the guest bedroom, only to be stopped by Wanda.

“Detka? What’re you doing?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her question. “You’re not sleeping in there.” You frowned at her words and opened your mouth to speak, but you quickly stopped yourself. You gave a short nod and turned towards the stairs.

“No. Y/N, honey, that’s not…I meant you’re not sleeping in there because you’re sleeping in my room, with me.” Wanda’s hand was in yours not even a second later as she led you back to her room, and back to bed.

Wanda held your body close to hers and began rubbing your back. You melted at her touch, burying your face in her chest. “We have a problem, malysh. In the five years you’ve been working for me, it seems I’ve fallen in love with you.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you nuzzled closer to her. “Yeah?” “Yeah. But it’s unprofessional for me to have these kinds of feelings for someone who works for me. So, um, you’re fired?” You pulled away, staring up at her with sad eyes.

“I can’t be with my own daughter’s babysitter,” Wanda chuckled. “Then again, you’ve never been Lili’s babysitter. Not really.” A smile made its way onto the older woman’s face as she leaned down to gently press her lips against yours. “You’re her mama. You always have been.”

“I love her,” you confessed softly. Wanda hummed and nodded. “I know you do, dorogaya. She loves you, too.” The Sokovian pressed her lips to yours again, addicted to kissing you and being kissed by you. “And I love you.”

The longer you stared into Wanda’s eyes, the more yours began to fill with tears. “Y-You love me?” “I do,” she answered softly, “I’ve loved you for a long time. I’ve just been too chicken to do anything about it until now.” You were the one to initiate your next kiss, the tastes of each other still lingering on your tongues. “I-I love you, too.”

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angelsficrecs · 4 years ago

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Flustered | Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader

a/n: y’all have heard of having a crush on your best friend’s mum but what about having a crush on your mum’s best friend? wanda and vision are divorced in this bc i can’t deal w cheating 🤧

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requested by anon: “soft mommy!wanda smut with her being your mothers (nats) best friend??? 👀”

warnings: alcohol. smut - mommy kink, strap-on, praise, fingering/oral (r receiving), light overstimulation, kinda dubcon bc wanda used her powers

word count: 3.5k

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You had always been flustered around Wanda.

She was stunningly beautiful and so ethereal that how could anyone not stare at her out of awe?

She’d even caught you lingering over her once or twice though she just simply smiled in response, believing that you’d been staring out of adoration or something along the like; whilst you were forced to tear your eyes away in mortification. Practically bolting out of the room you were both in lest she see your cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment.

Besides, it was an unrequited crush. There wasn’t any way that she liked you like that nor would she assume that you liked her in that manner either.

After all, she was your mother’s best friend.

You were currently sat in your room reading a book, trying to distract yourself from the fact that your mother had invited Wanda over for dinner.

You could barely keep your emotions in check around the redhead; it was a wonder she hadn’t grown suspicious of your wariness to be around her.

You were disturbed by a faint knock at your door and with a soft ‘come in’, your Mum entered your room with a smile.

“Hey, honey. Dinner’s ready. Do you mind making some of your brownies later for dessert?”

“Sure thing, Mum. I’ll be right down.” You said, returning her smile.

“Thanks, sweetie.”

Natasha closed the door, once again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Okay, breathe. It’s fine. It’s just a small crush. You’ll get over it. Breathe.

You murmured to yourself as if saying the words aloud would make them a reality.

Clearing your throat, you left your bedroom and descended down the stairs to greet Wanda.

She looked up from the foot of the stairs and beamed at you, “Hi, honey. How are you?”

Even just the gentle tone of her voice and the endearment term had you feeling warm. Exchanging pleasantries as you walked, you then all sat down at the dinner table.

You barely spoke as you ate your meal, instead, you were daydreaming about the redhead sitting opposite you. It was risky, you knew. After all, she did have the ability to read minds but you seemed to forget about that as she fell into easy conversation with Natasha.

As you pushed your broccoli around your plate with your fork, you suddenly felt a jolt on your skin that made you drop the cutlery. The clattering of the metal against the plate breaking your Mum’s and Wanda’s current conversation about how Sam and Bucky were training with Steve’s old shield.

“Honey, are you alright?” Natasha looked over at you, concerned at the abrupt action.

“Yeah, um, sorry. It just slipped out my hand.” You said, lying easily through your teeth.

That seemed to be enough for your mother as she continued her previously interrupted conversation with Wanda.

You mentally shook your head, not wanting to embarrass yourself further and took a sip from your glass of water when you felt a warm tingle between your thighs.

Quickly swallowing the liquid in your mouth - to stop yourself from choking on it - you furrowed your brows at the feeling.

It was a familiar feeling but also kind of different. Often something that you felt when you were horny and playing with yourself. But you certainly weren’t doing that right now so what on Earth was going on with you?

The sensation travelled further up your thighs, directly between your legs where your growing sensitive nub was. You felt pressure being applied to your clit forcing you to fight back a moan from slipping past your lips.

You reached for your glass and took another swig of the drink in an attempt to maintain some sense of control and occupy your mind with something other than the sensation.

But when something, that could only be described as phantom-like, brushed up against your folds, teasing your entrance, you pushed your chair back and stood up abruptly.

“I’m gonna get started on the brownies.” You stated when Wanda and Natasha both looked at you with their brows raised.

“Okay, sweetie.” Your Mum replied as you gathered the plates and took them to the kitchen.

Placing them in the sink, you ran water over them as you watched the remnants wash away down the drain. Switching off the running tap, you then braced yourself on the countertop.

“What the fuck was that?” You whispered to yourself, steadying your breathing.

If only you had looked up to face Wanda. You would have seen her eyes grow a faint hue; small red tendrils swirling around her fingers.

Mixing the ingredients in the plastic bowl, you placed it on the table and dipped a spoon in the brownie mixture to taste it.

Licking your lips, you decided it needed some more sugar so you walked to the cupboard and reached up to grab the sweetener.

Your hand roamed aimlessly in the open door as you stood on your tiptoes to try to pick up the ingredient.

You stilled when you felt a pair of hands enclose on your hips.

“Here. Let me get that for you, honey.”

A shiver ran deliciously down your spine as the person behind you spoke. There was no need to turn around. You knew who the voice belonged to.

Wanda gently moved you but not before you grazed up against her and felt something hard against the small of your back.

Oh god, she was packing.

Your legs threatened to shake beneath you as you grabbed onto the marble island in an attempt to steady yourself.

Wanda turned around to face you, handing the sugar to you with a smile on her face, appearing to have been unaware of what you’d just realised.

“T-Thanks.” You took the sugar from her hand and generously measured it out before stirring it into your brownie mixture.

You were painfully aware that Wanda was still standing there, watching you as her lips tugged into a smirk.

Wanda walked up beside you, leaning against the counter before dipping two of her fingers into the mix.

Your mouth went dry as she placed them in her mouth and licked them clean. The action making you wet as you imagined her doing that under very different circumstances.

“Wanda, I’ve found the wine. You coming?”

Both of your heads turned to the door that led to the living room.

You were hot all over, a combination of arousal and embarrassment - feeling as though you’d been caught by your mother whilst doing something sinful when the act itself was not.

“Coming.” Wanda replied. She then glanced back over at you.

“I can’t wait to have a taste.” She said sultrily, licking her lips.

Your mouth fell open as you were unable to hide your shocked expression, “w-what?”

“Of the brownies, baby. Why? What did you think I meant?”

Wanda said sweetly, her brow raised in amusement and she continued to smirk at you, remaining unabashed at how flustered you were right now.

“Oh, I-um, I didn’t-”

You silently cursed yourself as you continued to fumble over your words, not able to form even one coherent sentence under her watchful gaze.

“I’m just pulling your leg, baby. I’m gonna go join your mother now.”

She finished on a cheery tone and when you saw her figure disappear from the door frame, you slumped against the kitchen drawers.

She’d called you ‘baby’ twice and yet, didn’t seem to realise how flushed the pet name made you.

Shaking your head, you willed yourself to get a grip on your feelings and to continue making the chocolate dessert.

Stop reading into things.

She doesn’t like you like that.

She’s just being kind.

***

Over the next few weeks, you felt yourself slowly being driven insane with how much you were lusting after Wanda.

She seemed to be over at your house much more often than before and each time, she unwittingly left you aroused and flushed. Though she appeared to have no indication of the effect she had on you.

Well, that was until you’d turned up drunk at her house late one night.

You’d been out partying with some of your friends from university and when you realised you’d had too much to drink, you had decided to head to Wanda’s house - she only lived a 10 minute walk away from where the party took place - and crash there for the night.

You rapped your knuckles on the wooden frame and greeted Wanda with a bright beam, your words slightly slurring.

“Hey, Wanda. Mind if I stay here tonight? I don’t wanna drive and Mum’s outta town.”

“Sure thing.” Wanda hurried you inside as she returned your smile.

She led you into the kitchen where she began fixing you a plate of things to eat.

“It’s some leftovers from what I made the twins last night.”

“Oh god, are they here? I’m so sorry.” You said quickly, worrying that your loud demeanour would wake them up.

“No, no. Vision has them for the weekend. Come on, baby, you need to eat to soak up some of that alcohol.”

Wanda picked up some of the food with a fork she’d gotten from the drawer and gently held onto your chin until you opened it so she could put the food in.

Scraping your teeth against the metal to pull the food off, you closed your mouth and chewed.

“Good girl.” Wanda murmured softly, her hand that previously held your chin now dropping to rest comfortably on your arm as you continued to eat.

With your inhibitions lowered, you found it increasingly difficult to maintain a calm exterior around the redhead, and soon found yourself blushing at the praise.

Something that did not go unnoticed by Wanda.

When she was happy that you’d eaten enough, she took your hand and led you to one of her guest rooms.

Using her magic, she pulled some fresh linen from the closet and quickly worked to make up the bed. Then she left you alone for a few moments before coming back with a large t-shirt.

When she came back into the room, you’d just finished texting your mum to let her know that you were staying at Wanda’s and that you’d call her tomorrow.

“Here.”

Placing your phone on the table, you stood up from where you were sitting on the bed and walked up to Wanda.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to.” Wanda interrupted, “What’s wrong, baby?”

She asked when you continued to stand there, clean clothes in your hand.

“Sorry, I’m still kinda tipsy. Do you mind helping me take this dress off? I-I can’t reach the zip.”

You turned around, your back facing the redhead, hoping to get her help.

You weren’t trying to be flirtatious or push any boundaries but you couldn’t help it. Your inebriated state had seemed to lower what little control you had left.

All that could be heard in the room was the faint unzipping of the metal down your outfit. But you could practically hear the pounding of your heart in your ears as they burned red at how intimate the two of you were getting without having actually done anything.

Slipping out of the dress, you whispered a soft “thank you,” and pulled the t-shirt over your head and down your waist.

You resisted the urge to tug the shirt to your nose as the smell of Wanda’s clothes threatened to overwhelm you.

You wearing her clothes made you all warm and fuzzy inside; as if she was claiming you, marking you with this one piece of clothing.

Finally, you turned back around to face Wanda who silently stood there, the bright moonlight shining through the window, lighting up part of her face, allowing you to see how her eyes were black with lust but speckled with a red glow.

You swallowed hardly, as if now aware of the fact that you had just brazenly bared your practically naked body to her.

“Thank you for the clothes, Wanda.” You murmured, after gathering enough courage to speak.

Though, whatever steadiness you had been able to muster in your voice was surely eradicated at Wanda’s next words.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

Wanda corrected you, her hand raising up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your mouth went dry as you simply nodded, “Thank you for the clothes, Mommy.”

The moment those words left your mouth, a growl rumbled from Wanda’s throat and that was the only warning you had before her lips were on yours.

The kiss was passionate but short-lived. She’d pulled away to guide you backwards, the back of your knees hitting the bed behind you. She carefully laid you down, the soft duvet enveloping you both the moment your bodies touched it.

Then Wanda began kissing you again, this time, longer than the kiss before. Her hands roamed your body before resting comfortably on your hips. Her grip was bruising but not painful. With her flush against you, you could feel her strap through the thin sweatpants she’d been wearing when you first arrived.

You started to moan at the feel of her against you as, with each kiss, you sobered up. Instead, drinking in all that was Wanda. When Wanda ripped her lips from yours with another growl, a whine slipped from your throat before you could stop it.

Wanda smiled, her green eyes hypnotising, “I’m gonna make you feel good, baby.”

Wanda planted kisses on your bare skin as she travelled down your body. Lifting her shirt that you were wearing, she softly kissed your stomach and your breasts before lightly nipping at your skin. You winced when she tugged on your nipples, the pain quickly melting into pleasure.

Your hands flew up to tangle in her hair as you lifted your hips up to try to gain some relief from the burning arousal between your thighs.

“Please.”

Wanda tsked at you but said nothing more as she went further down your body, reaching your thighs. With a breath caught in your throat, you slowly opened your legs to accommodate for the redhead.

Wanda placed gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, the feeling only serving to increase your arousal. Wanda then tugged your panties off down your thighs before throwing them out onto the floor. You were surely dripping now.

Your hips had a mind of their own as they started to lift slowly, trying to get some form of relief, hoping Wanda would brush her lips further up to where you needed it most.

“Shh, detka.” Wanda soothed, resting one of her hands on your stomach, pushing it back down on the duvet.

You groaned as she slipped into her Sokovian dialect; her warm breath against your soft skin.

You whined, your hips unable to move as they were still under Wanda’s hold, “Mommy, please.”

You let out a sigh when Wanda finally latched her lips onto your pussy. She licked and sucked as you twisted beneath her, moaning at the pleasure that travelled through your body.

Your hands went back to Wanda’s hair, pulling at the strands when she gently grazed her teeth against your clit before attaching her lips to it to soothe the pleasurable pain.

A string of curses fell from your lips as you begged her not to stop, your high within sight. You started to rut your hips against her face, riding her lips as she kitten licked your folds.

“You taste so good, baby.” She hummed. The vibration of her words coupled with her eating you out allowed you to reach your peak.

“Fuck, right there. Right there.” You groaned, arching off the bed and further into her mouth.

“Come for Mommy.” Wanda ordered.

Your climax washed over you like a warm ocean wave; the tingling spreading all through your body. Gasping, your body fell back to the bed. A light sheen of sweat lining your face.

“Good girl.” Wanda praised, kissing your clit one final time before moving upwards back to your face.

Wanda brought your lips in for a kiss and you revelled in your taste on her mouth. As her lips continued to move against yours, you jolted when you felt her fingers slide through your folds.

“Shhh, baby. I just need to get you ready for my strap.” Wanda murmured, kissing your neck.

Her fingers teased your entrance. Her fingertips pushing in just slightly before she pulled them back out again.

Your legs started to close, your first orgasm leaving you sensitive. But they were suddenly spread apart again. Looking up at Wanda, you saw her green eyes now sparkled red as she used her powers to keep them open for her.

“Don’t you want to be a good girl for Mommy?”

You nodded frantically, catching your lip between your teeth.

Wanda didn’t reply and instead, thrust two fingers into you. She captured your lips in another kiss, swallowing the groan that would have fell from your mouth.

She continued moving her fingers in you before adding another. With her other hand, she gripped your chin forcing you to gaze directly into her eyes.

She placed another kiss on you and then leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Good girl.”

Your legs starting to shake as her fingers, that were still inside you, made a beckoning gesture, pressing against the most sensitive part in you. With another few thrusts and brushes against that sweet spot inside you, you clenched around her fingers as you came; your arousal drenching her fingers.

You shivered when Wanda dipped her fingers between your folds to gather your wetness and rub them over her now exposed strap. She must have somehow used her powers to remove her sweatpants without you realising.

In a swift motion, you found yourself hovering above Wanda’s hips, her red strap beneath you, ready to drive itself into you.

“I’ve heard all your dirty thoughts, baby. It’s pained me to refrain from doing anything about it. But now we can. So go ahead, babygirl, ride me. Just like you’ve always wanted.”

You were too far gone to even think about the fact that Wanda had heard about your every thought. So, instead, you reached between the both of you and lined her strap with your entrance. Then with a moan, you enveloped her in your pussy until she’d bottomed out. The both of you groaned at the feeling.

You gave yourself a few moments to adjust to the feeling of your walls being stretched before you began riding her. Wanda’s hands rested on your hips, helping you as you bounced on her cock.

One of her hands balled up the t-shirt you were still wearing; the material creasing in her fist.

“As much as I wanted you naked, you look so pretty in my t-shirt, detka. You’re mine. Do you understand that? You belong to me.”

“I’m yours, Mommy.” You muttered as your thrusts started to become more frantic as your neediness grew.

Wanda looked up at you when you whined and saw your half-lidden eyes, black with lust. Grabbing at your hips, she flipped you over so she was back on top of you.

She then started to fuck you hard, her thighs slapping against yours, the crude sound filling the walls. As she increased her pace, it was all you could do to wrap your legs around her waist to meet each thrust.

She whispered sweet nothings in your ear as she praised you when you continued to beg, “Mommy, faster. God, please. There. Right there.”

With each rough thrust, the leather of the harness the strap was attached to, rubbed against Wanda’s clit. She fucked you without cause, the both of you chasing your own highs.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come for Mommy.”

Wanda pushed harder into you a few more times before you came around her strap, the orgasm almost painful as your back arched off the duvet. Wanda’s climax soon followed as she kissed you passionately, needing to feel your mouth on hers again.

When she slowed and finally pulled out, you winced at the emptiness. Wanda hummed to quieten you before pulling you into her arms as you both caught your breath.

When she felt your breathing steady against her chest, she lay you on your side and left to remove the strap and get you a glass of water.

You gulped the liquid down, relishing when the coolness soothed your throat; the sounds Wanda had pulled from you leaving it raw.

The two of you then lay in each other’s arms, a calm silence filling the air as you started to drift off.

A ping of a phone rang out disturbing you both. You reached over the nightstand to grab your phone; your heart racing when you saw the screen.

You looked over to Wanda who was laying beneath you, red hair streaked with orange tussled around her face accentuating her perfect jaw line.

Noticing you staring at her with wide eyes, she furrowed her brows. “What?”

Instead of answering, you muttered under your breath, “Shit.”

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