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description - sitting at dinner with your stepmom and her friends is tiresome, until your brain comes up with an idea to make it a little more interesting.

warnings - 18+, smut, g!p wanda, stepmom!wanda, fem!reader, fluff, slightly mean wanda, dry humping, spitting, slapping, no protection, pet names, use of mommy/mama, blowjob, fucking standing up, riding, sub!reader, dom!wanda, wanda’s cock is rly sensitive, wanda struggling to be mean kinda (i just love sweet wanda sue me), shy!reader as always, slight angst but ntm, carol and maria being wanda’s friends, ending is a bit rushed, very dull summary, just read below 😹🙏🏼 lmk if i missed anything

a/n - ty @sparklejumprope13 for the idea! (idk if u remember) what would i do without u, hm? and ty @maximoffsbutch for the proofread ;)

word count - 4.4k

dinner is boring. you’re sat across the table from maria and carol, wanda to your left as they chat about their latest mission. they’ve been gone for a while and you’ve missed their company, but every part of you wants to be alone with wanda right now.

your hand taps lightly on the wooden table as you wait for the conversation to end. you’d just about managed to finish your food, the endless chatter boring you just enough to make you wonder how many cherry tomatoes you can fit in your mouth at once. around three and a half.

you sit up a little when you hear one of your favourite songs, by the supremes, come on. at last, something your mind can focus on. you tap your fingers along to the beat, swaying your head as the music serenades your eardrums.

the sun is beginning to set and the sky is turning that shade of blue you’ve always loved. bright enough to still see the clouds swimming in the sky but dark enough to remind you that tomorrow approaches. tonight, the sapphire shade brings you no comfort. you know that as each day passes, that every time the sun sets, you come closer to being without wanda. the thought of being here, making small talk instead of being alone with her makes your eyes sting a little.

you know it’s selfish, wanda has missed her friends, but you’ll be going back to college soon and you just want wanda all to yourself.

“how about some desert? y/n?” wanda says, pulling you from your thoughts. you remember you made some cupcakes earlier. they’re pink and have swirled frosting and loads of sprinkles on them. wanda praised you for how good they came out, considering you’ve only recently picked up baking as a hobby.

you all make your way to the living room to eat the dessert. wanda connects her phone to the closer speaker and helps you carry the tray into the room. you carry the rest of the wine and it makes a clinking sound as you place it on the glass coffee table.

“oh these look lovely!” maria says, picking up a cupcake and biting into it. carol follows and they both note how sweet and fluffy they are.

the next track starts playing and it’s something else you recognise, slow and melodic, something you vividly remember playing at wanda’s wedding. the thought makes your eyes roll back into your skull.

maria and carol sit on the pair of recliners situated in the middle of the room and wanda places herself on the large couch. she extends her arms to you, a small smile on her face. “come here, sweetheart,” she coaxes, pulling you down onto her lap. you smile timidly and make your way over to her.

for the next half hour you sit on her lap, staring into space as wanda continues the conversation with her friends. they shift the topic to you here and there, asking about how college is and about your friends but you answer vaguely, only pushing yourself further back into wanda’s chest. she strokes your hair, gently braiding in little sections while she talks as she notes your disconnect from the discussion.

you feel the fabric of her dress against your skin, soft and sleek and it only makes you want them to leave more. she’s wearing a simple but beautiful get up, long and tight in all the right places. the sweetheart neckline accentuates the curves of her breasts, round and gathered, and they press against your back the more you push yourself further against her.

you thank god that for once her friends cannot see her cleavage. you hate the thought that they have as much sight of it as you do. it makes an unpleasant feeling sit in your chest, knowing they have no clue about your relationship with wanda, that they think she’s just unhappily married to your father and up for grabs. they don’t know how much she loves her stepdaughter, how often she makes you feel good and has you squirming beneath her.

you deeply want her attention, want her to fuck you infront of them right here. you miss her, you need her, you feel all these feelings and it just makes you restless and irritable as you shift slightly on her lap, your thighs squishing together.

“you okay, baby?” wanda whispers, stroking the side of your face. she can sense your boredom and although she loves catching up with her friends she’s been trying to find a way out of the conversation for a while now.

you nod, playing with one of the cushions, gently running your fingers along the corners and letting out a soft sigh. wanda kisses the side of your head, and gives you a sympathetic look, as if to say they’ll be done soon. you force a smile, like telepathically signalling to her that she can take her time, but it’s far from what you want.

an upbeat song starts to play on the speaker and carol and maria jump up, putting their wine glasses on the table and interlocking hands. they start swaying to the beat, the couple glasses of wine they’ve been pouring throughout the evening seeming to take effect.

your restlessness seems to be growing by the minute. you idly watch as they spin around the room, maria almost knocking one of the glasses off the table and apologising to it like it has feelings. they ask you and wanda to join but you both politely decline, wanda giggling and insisting that she doesn’t want to be any part of that mess.

carol and maria turn their focus back to themselves and you thank the heavens that wanda hadn’t gotten up. you take her hands and wrap them around your waist, gripping your fingers around hers and letting out a suppressed whimper. you need her closer, you want to feel every inch of her against you and you don’t care who’s around to see it.

your thighs twitch against her own - you suddenly become too aware of the matter piled underneath your jeans, the feeling of wanda’s length against you, not even erect, but big enough to feel, to want.

you gently rock your hips back and forth on her lap, your ass finding the curve of her limp dick. the first subtle roll of your hips already has your brain pulsating, craving more. wanda assumes you just need to adjust your position, maybe your leg is cramping or something. but the next pull of your hips hits right against her most sensitive part.

she lets out a tiny gasp, her posture straightening at your movements. “what are you doing, bunny?” she whispers into your ear, making your whole body shiver as her fingers pat the side of your thigh.

you’re lucky carol and maria are focused on synchronising their movements, because if not they’d see you not so subtly dry humping your stepmom’s lap, ragged breaths falling from your lips with every shift of your hips.

a small hum cascades from wanda’s mouth, the loud music muffling any noises that can be heard. she digs her fingernails into your jeans as the denim rubs against her. you can feel her growing and it only makes you squirm harder.

“hurts, mama,” you murmur, whining softly at the lack of friction on your clit. you lean forward, pressing your hands on her thighs as you drag your pussy against her, the crotch of your jeans beginning to darken with every push and pull from your hips.

the next track plays and maria and carol pant as they try to catch their breaths. wanda grabs your waist firmly just in time before they both catch you. your face is visibly flushed, small droplets of sweat leaking like a faucet down your face.

“another glass of wine?” wanda interjects before they can mention your frazzled state. they happily concede, picking their wine glasses up and pouring another.

the moment their backs are turned you pick up again, moving desperately on wanda’s lap. you feel her cock twitching underneath her dress, practically begging to be let out. she has to bite her lip to stop from moaning, unsure as to whether even the music would even cover her noises up now.

“stop that, little girl,” she mutters, smacking your knee firmly, but you can’t stop, you won’t - you’re so close and all it will take is one or two more delicious strokes against your clit before your panties will become drenched in cum.

wanda knows she shouldn’t have sat you on her lap, she can’t help the way her cock reacts when your ass rubs against it sometimes, but she never knew you to be so purposefully teasing. maybe she should have given you more attention before her friends came over. either way she needs to find a way to get them out so she can deal with you accordingly.

carol and maria finish pouring their wine and turn back to face the both of you. wanda clears her throat and gracefully pushes you off her lap before standing up. “it’s been so lovely to have you both over,” she starts, fiddling with her fingers awkwardly. “but, you know, we need to wake up early tomorrow,” she continues, talking about how she needs to take you to college early in the morning, which is a lie - you don’t start until thursday.

as she stands, her hardened cock rubs against her dress and she has to cross her fingers together against the fabric to hide it, grinning widely at her friends and praying to god that they both call an uber instead of asking to be dropped off.

she sighs in relief when carol opens the uber app on her phone, telling her that she wants wanda to spend as much time with you as she can before you leave tomorrow, and for the first time that night you feel a little guilty for being so standoffish around them.

when the door clicks shut and their getaway car has driven away into the night you feel a sudden wave of quiet. the music has already been turned off but you really feel it now, the only thing audible being the refrigerator as it hums in the kitchen.

you feel a wreck of nerves crash into your system as wanda’s slow footsteps begin tracing back into the living room, becoming louder and louder as she nears. when her figure becomes visible you see a very pent up woman standing by the door, her head tilted and a look in her eyes like they could turn red at any moment.

“stand up,” she says, curling her fingers towards you. you slowly pull yourself from the couch, your panties still drenched at the sight of the older woman in front of you, her hand still covering her length.

“get on your knees,” she says coldly, stroking her hard cock over her dress and sighing at the small bout of relief it brings her. you hesitate for a second, trying to think of an apology or an excuse as to why you were being so naughty, but you know it’s all bullshit.

she doesn’t waste a moment before walking over and pressing your shoulders down, her grip on your skin making you wince. your knees hit the cool wood of the floor with a thump and you're almost sure you’ll wake up and find them purple.

wanda sees the slight shimmer in your eyes as you hold back tears, shifting your knees closer to the carpet in an attempt to soothe them. she coos, stilling your movements with another deep press of her fingers. she tilts your head up and strokes your cheek with her thumb. “such a silly little girl, hm?”

your eyes shut close as you savour the soft feeling of her finger on your cheek, knowing it’ll be the last tender thing she does this evening. and you're right, because as soon as the stinging in your knees wears off you feel heat prickle against your cheek.

“open your eyes, detka,” wanda sneers, already stroking the spot of your skin that is patchy and red. you whine, unable to do anything but glare up at her like the lines on your forehead spell out ‘sorry’.

“what were you thinking, baby?” she sighs unbelievably, pulling the hem of her dress up and revealing her throbbing cock. it’s slightly curved and the tip glistens with pre-cum as she strokes it, her hands dampening with each one. “…getting mommy all worked up like that in front of her friends.”

you feel a pestering ache between your legs as you watch her play with her erection, the dark patch on your jeans growing larger with each stroke of her fingers. she smirks as you eye her, your mouth already coating with saliva as your tastebuds prepare you for her cock.

she teases you, bringing it to your mouth and rubbing the tip over your lips. you hum when the sticky liquid runs along the tip of your tongue and you allow it to poke out slightly, licking away the excess. then she pulls away, a pleased little sound leaving her throat.

she lets the hem of her dress fall back to the floor and pulls the straps from off her shoulders and undoes the zipper at the side, pulling with a suspenseful amount of patience. the silk slides off her body revealing nothing but a bra and her naked lower body.

“open your mouth,” she orders, not even waiting and grabbing your chin, forcing your jaw open.

a bead of spit falls from her mouth and you take it, greedily swallowing every last drop. she wipes a little that managed to get on the corner of your mouth with her thumb, then slowly pushes it into your mouth. your lips press together and your tongue dances around it. you whimper, your hips wafting around as your pussy throbs, desperately needing to be fucked.

“stay still, detka.” she licks her lips as she presses her cock back against your own. your teeth part and your mouth widens rapidly as her tip touches the back of your throat, her cock forcing itself in your mouth.

“ggghmm.” you make a struggled moan around her, your eyes stinging as her length invades your mouth. you take a moment, your lips still wrapped around the base of her cock.

wanda groans when you start to bob your head up and down, finally adjusting. you pull off and swirl your tongue around her tip and then lick all the way from the base back up before taking it all in again.

“fuuck, sweetheart,” she murmurs, balling your hair up in her fist. you slightly gag every time her tip touches your uvula and she grabs a chunk of your hair, pushing and pulling in time with your head. “yeah, just like that - choke on it for me.”

you make muffled whining noises around her cock and it only makes her push herself further into your mouth - her hand leaves your hair and she grabs your face, starting to move her hips in time with your mouth. her balls slap against your chin, and you have to refrain from taking a hand to your jeans and rubbing frantically on your pussy.

“such a sweet mouth, t-taking mommy’s big cock like this,” she pants, squinting her eyes as hot strokes of pre-cum and saliva trickle down your throat. her hips begin jerking and she moans noisily, her body rigid and tense.

she can feel the lack of oxygen in her brain and she desperately wants to give in, let go, but the need to be inside you surpasses anything else her body might want.

with an overwhelming amount of effort she pulls out of your mouth, moaning softly at how sensitive she’s become. you wipe off the saliva that’s dripping down your chin with your sleeve, wheezing as you try to cough away the tiny droplets that got into your lungs.

“up, bunny,” she says, wiping the sweat off of her forehead whilst her other hand carries the weight of her cock. once you’ve caught your breath you try to stand, but the sharp pain in your knees makes it almost impossible.

“oh, you poor thing,” wanda coos, a condescending varnish painting over her words. she watches as you struggle, offering no hand to help you. “cmon, you can do it…be a big girl for mommy.”

your knees shake as they lift off the floor - you use the coffee table to push yourself up, your legs inverted as you stand. your feet finally touch the ground and you pout, rubbing at your scuffed knees. your body instinctively pulls towards her, seeking comfort from the pain she caused.

“oh, sweet girl. mommy doesn’t like hurting you, y’know...” she says, kissing the tip of your nose. she lifts your shirt up and swirls her fingers around your sensitive nipples. “but sometimes you just get so…desperate.” she tilts her head, a sympathetic expression on her face like she’s really trying to make sure you understand. “like you’re asking for it?”

“i’m sorry, mommy - just wanted you,” you cry, and wanda latches on to one of your nipples and sucks harshly. you gasp, bringing a hand to your mouth and sucking on your finger as she bites down on your puffy skin. “mmmh.”

as she attacks your nipples her fingers move down to the button of your jeans to undo it. “i know,” she murmurs. “now, let’s get these off, sweetheart.” she pulls your zipper down and slides the denim down you, squeezing your ass in the process.

“such a perfect little body - let mommy use it, baby,” she whispers, picking you up. you wrap your arms around her shoulders while her own snake around your waist. your legs come around her waist and she fondles your ass once more, her palm kneading your plump flesh.

she kisses your hairline, rubbing the pink tip of her cock against your panties, up and down, making you squirm.

“stay still for me, honey,” she reminds you, pulling your panties to the side, the delicate lace rubbing against your inner thigh. then she brings her free hand to her mouth and spits on her fingers, rubbing them against your pussy, her middle finger teasing your dripping hole.

she slowly brings her cock towards your entrance, fanning it against you before pushing in. you whine as she pushes the tip in, sinking your fingernails into her back. she usually takes her time with this, slowly easing into you, but not today, and without any warning she slams the rest of her length into you, her knees jerking forwards so she can bury herself inside of you.

you squeal, curling your toes against her backside and she pauses for just a second, not realising how overwhelmed she’d also get, feeling her cock buried deep in your warm insides so suddenly.

“fuck, babyy—” she breathes, and you watch every vein on her cock reapper as she pulls out, and then disappear again when she slams back into you.

her boobs press against your chest as she fucks you, soft and squishy in comparison to the harsh slaps you hear emanating from your pussy.

You exhale sharply, lunging forward into her embrace when your head grows all foggy with pleasure. “shit-,” you stammer, her hips slamming into you with a galvanising amount of force.

“you wanted everyone to find out how much mommy likes f-fucking her little girl, huh?” her feet lift off the floor so she can bury herself deeper in your pussy. she makes a little grunting sound and her grip loosens on your skin. she’s starting to forget that she needs to make a mess of you as she gets close. all she can think about is how fucking tight your pussy feels and it makes her a mess.

she sighs deeply, stumbling backwards into the wall as her legs turn to jelly. “baby…”

you gasp as your back meets the wall, the cold wallpaper pressing into your back, leaving little imprints all over your skin. wanda sighs, trying to keep her hands on you, but she’s just so blissed out - her cock pulsing inside of you.

“mommy..” you whine, glancing down at her fingers as they clutch at your waist. her hair sways violently as she tries to steady herself.

she sees you in the corner of her eyes, pointing to the empty couch and stumbling over your words “l-let me…please,” you whimper, finger trembling as she stays fucking into you.

her eyebrows raise and she has to take a second before she figures out what your trying to say, the pounding in her head matching the speed of her cock rutting in and out of you.

“yeah? can you take over for me, baby?”

you nod without a second thought, curling your finger towards the couch.

she stumbles backwards onto the couch, her bare skin pressing against the smooth leather as she sits down.

you clutch at her shoulders, needing a moment to get used to the weightlessness of being on top of her.

after a few moments, you decide to lift your hips up, slamming back down against her cock with a sharp push. wanda moans, seeing her length disappear into your pussy like that so closely makes her eyes roll back into her head.

you press your fingers against your stomach, watching as her cock bulges against your insides. your tits bounce up and down as you ride her and she squeezes each one in the palm of her hand.

“oooh—yeah, that’s it. there you go.” she guides your hips as you roll them against her, your thighs squishing into hers.

“fuck…m so close mommy,” you mutter, and she brushes a strand of her out of your face, her green eyes embedding in your mind when she looks at you so surprisingly tenderly. that look makes you remember that all of this began with you being naughty, and you desperately want to make it up to her.

your eyes sting, and you continue rocking back and forth, rolling your hips incessantly, finding the right spot that makes your toes curl and your head fall against her chest. “do you forgive me, mama?” you whimper, drooling all over her skin in the process.

she coos, rubbing your back in gentle circles. “don’t worry about that…just come for me, baby. be my good girl. come for mommy, sweetheart.”

“wanna be a good girl,” you whisper to yourself as you lift your hips, slamming back down against her cock with ease.

“Fuckkk,” she groans, her head falling back against the couch as your pussy falls back against her cock again and again.

You let out a needy moan, your breath catching every time you fuck yourself back into her cock, walls clenching around her. She leans forward and kisses your mouth, wet and sloppy without any rhythm as you ride her. “s-so good for me,” she sighs in disbelief.

wanda can no longer keep up with the role of being harsh, all she wants is you, she needs your pussy, and doesn’t care whether you deserve to cum or not. she just wants to feel you coming apart on her, feel every spasm of your body as you let go.

she tugs on your hair, wrapping your strands around her fingers and pulling as you fall apart. “please, baby…come on mommy’s cock,” she whines, rubbing her thumb against your scalp.

you can feel the pressure like a crescendo against your cervix, increasing with each snap of your hips and every utterance she makes. your legs weaken as you submit to a complete lack of self control. your pussy contracts around her and you cry into the crook of her neck as you come, mouthing and licking at her tender skin.

“d-detka—” this is her final straw, making it just as easy for her to release into you, thick belts of come spurting into your already dripping hole. she groans and her hand tightens in your hair as she rides it out with you. she pushes your head further into her neck, and your body goes limp on her lap, your legs violently shaking as the tension in your stomach spreads throughout your body like a tidal wave.

“g— mommy,” you wail, the tide unable to slow. you feel an intense surge of emotion washing over you like never before as you finally descend, breathing heavily against her chest.

you find it hard to look wanda in the eye shortly after, keeping your face buried in her neck. you don’t know if it’s shame or guilt or plain shyness but it makes facing her a task.

she knows, she can tell this whole thing was just the only way you could put your feelings out there without having to speak them, that each tear that falls on her breast is a silent plea for more time.

“hey,” she murmurs softly, tilting your chin upwards. you don’t know what you were expecting to see, but it definitely wasn’t this. the look on her face, the glossy sheen covering her eyes, the gentle but lopsided smile on her lips, it makes your gut churn, knowing you have to leave this.

“wanna stay, mama,” you whimper. she wipes the tear that’s about to fall from her eye and kisses your forehead. she’s still buried deep inside you, but she can’t think of pulling out any time soon.

“i know, bunny.” she adjusts her position to a more comfortable one, her cock twitching inside of you slightly. you wince and she strokes your jawline with the most gentle touch. “shhh, just stay like this with mama, sweetheart.”

she guides your head back down to her chest, and you breathe softly, your brain capturing every second like a polaroid camera, like you’ve got to remember this feeling forever before the moment ends and your left with nothing but a flimsy photo and the distasteful reminder that you can’t go back and relive this moment.

wanda rubs your back, clinging on to you as tight as is possible. she hums softly, staring into the dark void outside the window and praying that the sun doesn’t come up.

description - sitting at dinner with your stepmom and her friends is tiresome, until your brain comes up with an idea to make it a little more interesting.

warnings - 18+, smut, g!p wanda, stepmom!wanda, fem!reader, fluff, slightly mean wanda, dry humping, spitting, slapping, no protection, pet names, use of mommy/mama, blowjob, fucking standing up, riding, sub!reader, dom!wanda, wanda’s cock is rly sensitive, wanda struggling to be mean kinda (i just love sweet wanda sue me), shy!reader as always, slight angst but ntm, carol and maria being wanda’s friends, ending is a bit rushed, very dull summary, just read below 😹🙏🏼 lmk if i missed anything

a/n - ty @sparklejumprope13 for the idea! (idk if u remember) what would i do without u, hm? and ty @maximoffsbutch for the proofread ;)

word count - 4.4k

dinner is boring. you’re sat across the table from maria and carol, wanda to your left as they chat about their latest mission. they’ve been gone for a while and you’ve missed their company, but every part of you wants to be alone with wanda right now.

your hand taps lightly on the wooden table as you wait for the conversation to end. you’d just about managed to finish your food, the endless chatter boring you just enough to make you wonder how many cherry tomatoes you can fit in your mouth at once. around three and a half.

you sit up a little when you hear one of your favourite songs, by the supremes, come on. at last, something your mind can focus on. you tap your fingers along to the beat, swaying your head as the music serenades your eardrums.

the sun is beginning to set and the sky is turning that shade of blue you’ve always loved. bright enough to still see the clouds swimming in the sky but dark enough to remind you that tomorrow approaches. tonight, the sapphire shade brings you no comfort. you know that as each day passes, that every time the sun sets, you come closer to being without wanda. the thought of being here, making small talk instead of being alone with her makes your eyes sting a little.

you know it’s selfish, wanda has missed her friends, but you’ll be going back to college soon and you just want wanda all to yourself.

“how about some desert? y/n?” wanda says, pulling you from your thoughts. you remember you made some cupcakes earlier. they’re pink and have swirled frosting and loads of sprinkles on them. wanda praised you for how good they came out, considering you’ve only recently picked up baking as a hobby.

you all make your way to the living room to eat the dessert. wanda connects her phone to the closer speaker and helps you carry the tray into the room. you carry the rest of the wine and it makes a clinking sound as you place it on the glass coffee table.

“oh these look lovely!” maria says, picking up a cupcake and biting into it. carol follows and they both note how sweet and fluffy they are.

the next track starts playing and it’s something else you recognise, slow and melodic, something you vividly remember playing at wanda’s wedding. the thought makes your eyes roll back into your skull.

maria and carol sit on the pair of recliners situated in the middle of the room and wanda places herself on the large couch. she extends her arms to you, a small smile on her face. “come here, sweetheart,” she coaxes, pulling you down onto her lap. you smile timidly and make your way over to her.

for the next half hour you sit on her lap, staring into space as wanda continues the conversation with her friends. they shift the topic to you here and there, asking about how college is and about your friends but you answer vaguely, only pushing yourself further back into wanda’s chest. she strokes your hair, gently braiding in little sections while she talks as she notes your disconnect from the discussion.

you feel the fabric of her dress against your skin, soft and sleek and it only makes you want them to leave more. she’s wearing a simple but beautiful get up, long and tight in all the right places. the sweetheart neckline accentuates the curves of her breasts, round and gathered, and they press against your back the more you push yourself further against her.

you thank god that for once her friends cannot see her cleavage. you hate the thought that they have as much sight of it as you do. it makes an unpleasant feeling sit in your chest, knowing they have no clue about your relationship with wanda, that they think she’s just unhappily married to your father and up for grabs. they don’t know how much she loves her stepdaughter, how often she makes you feel good and has you squirming beneath her.

you deeply want her attention, want her to fuck you infront of them right here. you miss her, you need her, you feel all these feelings and it just makes you restless and irritable as you shift slightly on her lap, your thighs squishing together.

“you okay, baby?” wanda whispers, stroking the side of your face. she can sense your boredom and although she loves catching up with her friends she’s been trying to find a way out of the conversation for a while now.

you nod, playing with one of the cushions, gently running your fingers along the corners and letting out a soft sigh. wanda kisses the side of your head, and gives you a sympathetic look, as if to say they’ll be done soon. you force a smile, like telepathically signalling to her that she can take her time, but it’s far from what you want.

an upbeat song starts to play on the speaker and carol and maria jump up, putting their wine glasses on the table and interlocking hands. they start swaying to the beat, the couple glasses of wine they’ve been pouring throughout the evening seeming to take effect.

your restlessness seems to be growing by the minute. you idly watch as they spin around the room, maria almost knocking one of the glasses off the table and apologising to it like it has feelings. they ask you and wanda to join but you both politely decline, wanda giggling and insisting that she doesn’t want to be any part of that mess.

carol and maria turn their focus back to themselves and you thank the heavens that wanda hadn’t gotten up. you take her hands and wrap them around your waist, gripping your fingers around hers and letting out a suppressed whimper. you need her closer, you want to feel every inch of her against you and you don’t care who’s around to see it.

your thighs twitch against her own - you suddenly become too aware of the matter piled underneath your jeans, the feeling of wanda’s length against you, not even erect, but big enough to feel, to want.

you gently rock your hips back and forth on her lap, your ass finding the curve of her limp dick. the first subtle roll of your hips already has your brain pulsating, craving more. wanda assumes you just need to adjust your position, maybe your leg is cramping or something. but the next pull of your hips hits right against her most sensitive part.

she lets out a tiny gasp, her posture straightening at your movements. “what are you doing, bunny?” she whispers into your ear, making your whole body shiver as her fingers pat the side of your thigh.

you’re lucky carol and maria are focused on synchronising their movements, because if not they’d see you not so subtly dry humping your stepmom’s lap, ragged breaths falling from your lips with every shift of your hips.

a small hum cascades from wanda’s mouth, the loud music muffling any noises that can be heard. she digs her fingernails into your jeans as the denim rubs against her. you can feel her growing and it only makes you squirm harder.

“hurts, mama,” you murmur, whining softly at the lack of friction on your clit. you lean forward, pressing your hands on her thighs as you drag your pussy against her, the crotch of your jeans beginning to darken with every push and pull from your hips.

the next track plays and maria and carol pant as they try to catch their breaths. wanda grabs your waist firmly just in time before they both catch you. your face is visibly flushed, small droplets of sweat leaking like a faucet down your face.

“another glass of wine?” wanda interjects before they can mention your frazzled state. they happily concede, picking their wine glasses up and pouring another.

the moment their backs are turned you pick up again, moving desperately on wanda’s lap. you feel her cock twitching underneath her dress, practically begging to be let out. she has to bite her lip to stop from moaning, unsure as to whether even the music would even cover her noises up now.

“stop that, little girl,” she mutters, smacking your knee firmly, but you can’t stop, you won’t - you’re so close and all it will take is one or two more delicious strokes against your clit before your panties will become drenched in cum.

wanda knows she shouldn’t have sat you on her lap, she can’t help the way her cock reacts when your ass rubs against it sometimes, but she never knew you to be so purposefully teasing. maybe she should have given you more attention before her friends came over. either way she needs to find a way to get them out so she can deal with you accordingly.

carol and maria finish pouring their wine and turn back to face the both of you. wanda clears her throat and gracefully pushes you off her lap before standing up. “it’s been so lovely to have you both over,” she starts, fiddling with her fingers awkwardly. “but, you know, we need to wake up early tomorrow,” she continues, talking about how she needs to take you to college early in the morning, which is a lie - you don’t start until thursday.

as she stands, her hardened cock rubs against her dress and she has to cross her fingers together against the fabric to hide it, grinning widely at her friends and praying to god that they both call an uber instead of asking to be dropped off.

she sighs in relief when carol opens the uber app on her phone, telling her that she wants wanda to spend as much time with you as she can before you leave tomorrow, and for the first time that night you feel a little guilty for being so standoffish around them.

when the door clicks shut and their getaway car has driven away into the night you feel a sudden wave of quiet. the music has already been turned off but you really feel it now, the only thing audible being the refrigerator as it hums in the kitchen.

you feel a wreck of nerves crash into your system as wanda’s slow footsteps begin tracing back into the living room, becoming louder and louder as she nears. when her figure becomes visible you see a very pent up woman standing by the door, her head tilted and a look in her eyes like they could turn red at any moment.

“stand up,” she says, curling her fingers towards you. you slowly pull yourself from the couch, your panties still drenched at the sight of the older woman in front of you, her hand still covering her length.

“get on your knees,” she says coldly, stroking her hard cock over her dress and sighing at the small bout of relief it brings her. you hesitate for a second, trying to think of an apology or an excuse as to why you were being so naughty, but you know it’s all bullshit.

she doesn’t waste a moment before walking over and pressing your shoulders down, her grip on your skin making you wince. your knees hit the cool wood of the floor with a thump and you're almost sure you’ll wake up and find them purple.

wanda sees the slight shimmer in your eyes as you hold back tears, shifting your knees closer to the carpet in an attempt to soothe them. she coos, stilling your movements with another deep press of her fingers. she tilts your head up and strokes your cheek with her thumb. “such a silly little girl, hm?”

your eyes shut close as you savour the soft feeling of her finger on your cheek, knowing it’ll be the last tender thing she does this evening. and you're right, because as soon as the stinging in your knees wears off you feel heat prickle against your cheek.

“open your eyes, detka,” wanda sneers, already stroking the spot of your skin that is patchy and red. you whine, unable to do anything but glare up at her like the lines on your forehead spell out ‘sorry’.

“what were you thinking, baby?” she sighs unbelievably, pulling the hem of her dress up and revealing her throbbing cock. it’s slightly curved and the tip glistens with pre-cum as she strokes it, her hands dampening with each one. “…getting mommy all worked up like that in front of her friends.”

you feel a pestering ache between your legs as you watch her play with her erection, the dark patch on your jeans growing larger with each stroke of her fingers. she smirks as you eye her, your mouth already coating with saliva as your tastebuds prepare you for her cock.

she teases you, bringing it to your mouth and rubbing the tip over your lips. you hum when the sticky liquid runs along the tip of your tongue and you allow it to poke out slightly, licking away the excess. then she pulls away, a pleased little sound leaving her throat.

she lets the hem of her dress fall back to the floor and pulls the straps from off her shoulders and undoes the zipper at the side, pulling with a suspenseful amount of patience. the silk slides off her body revealing nothing but a bra and her naked lower body.

“open your mouth,” she orders, not even waiting and grabbing your chin, forcing your jaw open.

a bead of spit falls from her mouth and you take it, greedily swallowing every last drop. she wipes a little that managed to get on the corner of your mouth with her thumb, then slowly pushes it into your mouth. your lips press together and your tongue dances around it. you whimper, your hips wafting around as your pussy throbs, desperately needing to be fucked.

“stay still, detka.” she licks her lips as she presses her cock back against your own. your teeth part and your mouth widens rapidly as her tip touches the back of your throat, her cock forcing itself in your mouth.

“ggghmm.” you make a struggled moan around her, your eyes stinging as her length invades your mouth. you take a moment, your lips still wrapped around the base of her cock.

wanda groans when you start to bob your head up and down, finally adjusting. you pull off and swirl your tongue around her tip and then lick all the way from the base back up before taking it all in again.

“fuuck, sweetheart,” she murmurs, balling your hair up in her fist. you slightly gag every time her tip touches your uvula and she grabs a chunk of your hair, pushing and pulling in time with your head. “yeah, just like that - choke on it for me.”

you make muffled whining noises around her cock and it only makes her push herself further into your mouth - her hand leaves your hair and she grabs your face, starting to move her hips in time with your mouth. her balls slap against your chin, and you have to refrain from taking a hand to your jeans and rubbing frantically on your pussy.

“such a sweet mouth, t-taking mommy’s big cock like this,” she pants, squinting her eyes as hot strokes of pre-cum and saliva trickle down your throat. her hips begin jerking and she moans noisily, her body rigid and tense.

she can feel the lack of oxygen in her brain and she desperately wants to give in, let go, but the need to be inside you surpasses anything else her body might want.

with an overwhelming amount of effort she pulls out of your mouth, moaning softly at how sensitive she’s become. you wipe off the saliva that’s dripping down your chin with your sleeve, wheezing as you try to cough away the tiny droplets that got into your lungs.

“up, bunny,” she says, wiping the sweat off of her forehead whilst her other hand carries the weight of her cock. once you’ve caught your breath you try to stand, but the sharp pain in your knees makes it almost impossible.

“oh, you poor thing,” wanda coos, a condescending varnish painting over her words. she watches as you struggle, offering no hand to help you. “cmon, you can do it…be a big girl for mommy.”

your knees shake as they lift off the floor - you use the coffee table to push yourself up, your legs inverted as you stand. your feet finally touch the ground and you pout, rubbing at your scuffed knees. your body instinctively pulls towards her, seeking comfort from the pain she caused.

“oh, sweet girl. mommy doesn’t like hurting you, y’know...” she says, kissing the tip of your nose. she lifts your shirt up and swirls her fingers around your sensitive nipples. “but sometimes you just get so…desperate.” she tilts her head, a sympathetic expression on her face like she’s really trying to make sure you understand. “like you’re asking for it?”

“i’m sorry, mommy - just wanted you,” you cry, and wanda latches on to one of your nipples and sucks harshly. you gasp, bringing a hand to your mouth and sucking on your finger as she bites down on your puffy skin. “mmmh.”

as she attacks your nipples her fingers move down to the button of your jeans to undo it. “i know,” she murmurs. “now, let’s get these off, sweetheart.” she pulls your zipper down and slides the denim down you, squeezing your ass in the process.

“such a perfect little body - let mommy use it, baby,” she whispers, picking you up. you wrap your arms around her shoulders while her own snake around your waist. your legs come around her waist and she fondles your ass once more, her palm kneading your plump flesh.

she kisses your hairline, rubbing the pink tip of her cock against your panties, up and down, making you squirm.

“stay still for me, honey,” she reminds you, pulling your panties to the side, the delicate lace rubbing against your inner thigh. then she brings her free hand to her mouth and spits on her fingers, rubbing them against your pussy, her middle finger teasing your dripping hole.

she slowly brings her cock towards your entrance, fanning it against you before pushing in. you whine as she pushes the tip in, sinking your fingernails into her back. she usually takes her time with this, slowly easing into you, but not today, and without any warning she slams the rest of her length into you, her knees jerking forwards so she can bury herself inside of you.

you squeal, curling your toes against her backside and she pauses for just a second, not realising how overwhelmed she’d also get, feeling her cock buried deep in your warm insides so suddenly.

“fuck, babyy—” she breathes, and you watch every vein on her cock reapper as she pulls out, and then disappear again when she slams back into you.

her boobs press against your chest as she fucks you, soft and squishy in comparison to the harsh slaps you hear emanating from your pussy.

You exhale sharply, lunging forward into her embrace when your head grows all foggy with pleasure. “shit-,” you stammer, her hips slamming into you with a galvanising amount of force.

“you wanted everyone to find out how much mommy likes f-fucking her little girl, huh?” her feet lift off the floor so she can bury herself deeper in your pussy. she makes a little grunting sound and her grip loosens on your skin. she’s starting to forget that she needs to make a mess of you as she gets close. all she can think about is how fucking tight your pussy feels and it makes her a mess.

she sighs deeply, stumbling backwards into the wall as her legs turn to jelly. “baby…”

you gasp as your back meets the wall, the cold wallpaper pressing into your back, leaving little imprints all over your skin. wanda sighs, trying to keep her hands on you, but she’s just so blissed out - her cock pulsing inside of you.

“mommy..” you whine, glancing down at her fingers as they clutch at your waist. her hair sways violently as she tries to steady herself.

she sees you in the corner of her eyes, pointing to the empty couch and stumbling over your words “l-let me…please,” you whimper, finger trembling as she stays fucking into you.

her eyebrows raise and she has to take a second before she figures out what your trying to say, the pounding in her head matching the speed of her cock rutting in and out of you.

“yeah? can you take over for me, baby?”

you nod without a second thought, curling your finger towards the couch.

she stumbles backwards onto the couch, her bare skin pressing against the smooth leather as she sits down.

you clutch at her shoulders, needing a moment to get used to the weightlessness of being on top of her.

after a few moments, you decide to lift your hips up, slamming back down against her cock with a sharp push. wanda moans, seeing her length disappear into your pussy like that so closely makes her eyes roll back into her head.

you press your fingers against your stomach, watching as her cock bulges against your insides. your tits bounce up and down as you ride her and she squeezes each one in the palm of her hand.

“oooh—yeah, that’s it. there you go.” she guides your hips as you roll them against her, your thighs squishing into hers.

“fuck…m so close mommy,” you mutter, and she brushes a strand of her out of your face, her green eyes embedding in your mind when she looks at you so surprisingly tenderly. that look makes you remember that all of this began with you being naughty, and you desperately want to make it up to her.

your eyes sting, and you continue rocking back and forth, rolling your hips incessantly, finding the right spot that makes your toes curl and your head fall against her chest. “do you forgive me, mama?” you whimper, drooling all over her skin in the process.

she coos, rubbing your back in gentle circles. “don’t worry about that…just come for me, baby. be my good girl. come for mommy, sweetheart.”

“wanna be a good girl,” you whisper to yourself as you lift your hips, slamming back down against her cock with ease.

“Fuckkk,” she groans, her head falling back against the couch as your pussy falls back against her cock again and again.

You let out a needy moan, your breath catching every time you fuck yourself back into her cock, walls clenching around her. She leans forward and kisses your mouth, wet and sloppy without any rhythm as you ride her. “s-so good for me,” she sighs in disbelief.

wanda can no longer keep up with the role of being harsh, all she wants is you, she needs your pussy, and doesn’t care whether you deserve to cum or not. she just wants to feel you coming apart on her, feel every spasm of your body as you let go.

she tugs on your hair, wrapping your strands around her fingers and pulling as you fall apart. “please, baby…come on mommy’s cock,” she whines, rubbing her thumb against your scalp.

you can feel the pressure like a crescendo against your cervix, increasing with each snap of your hips and every utterance she makes. your legs weaken as you submit to a complete lack of self control. your pussy contracts around her and you cry into the crook of her neck as you come, mouthing and licking at her tender skin.

“d-detka—” this is her final straw, making it just as easy for her to release into you, thick belts of come spurting into your already dripping hole. she groans and her hand tightens in your hair as she rides it out with you. she pushes your head further into her neck, and your body goes limp on her lap, your legs violently shaking as the tension in your stomach spreads throughout your body like a tidal wave.

“g— mommy,” you wail, the tide unable to slow. you feel an intense surge of emotion washing over you like never before as you finally descend, breathing heavily against her chest.

you find it hard to look wanda in the eye shortly after, keeping your face buried in her neck. you don’t know if it’s shame or guilt or plain shyness but it makes facing her a task.

she knows, she can tell this whole thing was just the only way you could put your feelings out there without having to speak them, that each tear that falls on her breast is a silent plea for more time.

“hey,” she murmurs softly, tilting your chin upwards. you don’t know what you were expecting to see, but it definitely wasn’t this. the look on her face, the glossy sheen covering her eyes, the gentle but lopsided smile on her lips, it makes your gut churn, knowing you have to leave this.

“wanna stay, mama,” you whimper. she wipes the tear that’s about to fall from her eye and kisses your forehead. she’s still buried deep inside you, but she can’t think of pulling out any time soon.

“i know, bunny.” she adjusts her position to a more comfortable one, her cock twitching inside of you slightly. you wince and she strokes your jawline with the most gentle touch. “shhh, just stay like this with mama, sweetheart.”

she guides your head back down to her chest, and you breathe softly, your brain capturing every second like a polaroid camera, like you’ve got to remember this feeling forever before the moment ends and your left with nothing but a flimsy photo and the distasteful reminder that you can’t go back and relive this moment.

wanda rubs your back, clinging on to you as tight as is possible. she hums softly, staring into the dark void outside the window and praying that the sun doesn’t come up.

older!neighbor!wanda who slowly corrupts housewife!reader …

-telling you how pathetic your husband is, how you could do so much better than a man who simply brushes you off.

-and desperate for her approval, you beg wanda to help your marriage, and wanda desperate for more obliges. wanda teaches you how to be a good wife, a good woman. teaching you to cook, clean, but most importantly…how to please.

-and little you….you want to please him..so you tell yourself, but it’s not his affection you crave—it’s hers.

-and wanda knows all about your little feelings towards her, so much to where she initiated the arrangement! One where she teaches you how to please a man.

-what’s a better way to learn than hands on?

-“let me be your test doll…for practicing of course” she’d say in that sickeningly sweet tone of hers. underlying cunningness that flies right over your head as she inches closer, her hand coming to your jaw forcing it straight, making your nervous wandering eyes look at her. Only her.

-“this is what good neighbors do babydoll….what kind of neighbor would I be if I let you prance around all clueless hm?” how could you not believe her when she talks so sweetly?

-Wanda has slowly become what you consider your close friends. you love gushing about her to your friends, telling your family back home is what wonderful neighbor you have…how she helps you navigate married life, sorta like a mentor—you phrased it.

-but mentors don’t have their hands in your hair pushing your face closer to her cunt, instructing you to stick your tongue out further, and moaning out in between heavy breaths “fuck keep going baby…doing so good for mommy…such a fast learner..”

-and a fast learner you are, one of wanda’s favorites? teaching you how to ride, by having you up and down her thick strap. saying “just like that babydoll….exactly like that” while she watches herself disappear into you over and over. It gives her a rush to see your pretty thighs—marked from her own love bites—tremble all tired from how long she’s had you bouncing.

-maybe next she’ll even introduce you to her lovely friend natasha….her mind is running with the amount of corrup—teaching she can do to you.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: older!mommy!Wanda maximoff x younger!reader

⧽ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you go to Wanda’s home late at night only to find out she’s drunk again.

⧽ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: alcohol, mention of alcohol abuse, big age gap, arguing, choking, strap on sex, unwanted groping, Wanda has an accent, Wanda is an asshole, r is an idiot