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Professor Maximoff’s eyes follow your figure, and she grins at you sitting up in the bed with the sheet over your chest. The thin white sheet doesn’t leave much up to her imagination.

“Natasha,” she begins all while still looking at you. “I can’t believe you’re sleeping with a student.”

Natasha doesn’t reply. You only see her swallow hardly. And that’s when you realize that Nat is intimidated by Wanda.

“And you? Y/n, my top student,” she says. She steps closer to you and your eyes widen at her movement.  “Is this what you do? Sleep with your professors?”

“No, I- it was just this once,” you try to defend yourself.

“Hm. And did you enjoy fucking my ex-wife?” Professor Maximoff asks you. You have no idea how to reply, finding yourself wanting to give her the correct answer. Just like you do in her literature class.

“Wanda,” Natasha tries to cut in.

What happens next is not what you expected. Wanda moves back from you and across the room to be just inches from Natasha. The brunette caresses her ex-wife’s cheeks with her hands. You notice the length of her fingers.

“You missed me, didn’t you detka?” Wanda asks as she brushes Nat’s cheeks softly. You see red flush into Nat’s cheeks. “Oh, sweet Natasha. I bet you acted all tough with y/n, didn’t you?”

Natasha can’t help but nod. You’re in shock watching the scene in front of you.

“Maybe we should show her how you can really be,” Wanda says. “What do you think, Nat?”

“Yes,” Nat says. Your heart drops.

“Good girl,” Wanda says before she crashes her lips into her ex-wife’s.

It’s a well-practiced dance as Nat’s lips part and Wanda slips her tongue into her mouth. You feel nothing but heat burning in your entire body as you watch your professors make out. Wanda pulls soft moans from Natasha as her hands make her way to her core. Wanda teases her by rubbing her gently over her panties.

When they break the kiss, Natasha already looks completely flustered. More than she did with the orgasm you brought her to, and this was just one kiss. Wanda grins once again as she turns to look at you.

You offer her a shy smile and she pouts at your cuteness. She walks towards you, pulling Natasha by her hand to the bed, and sits down in front of you. Her hand brushes against your leg that’s under the sheet.

“So, what do you say, y/n? Do you want to watch me fuck Professor Romanoff?” the usual Sokovian accent she covers up in class slips out and you practically have to hold back a moan.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Wanda scoots closer to you.

“What was that, baby?” Wanda asks you. A mischievous smile graces her face.

“Yes- yes ma’am,” you say.

“Oh fuck,” Wanda says at your use of that term. “I see why you like her, Natasha. I just might have to fuck you and my ex-wife.”

It’s Natasha this time that kisses Wanda. The two women are a tangle of limbs as they shift on the bed to lay next to you. Wanda straddles over Nat as she lifts your sweatshirt off of her. Wanda smirks at the lack of a bra and her fingers start to run over Nat’s breast. She pays attention to the nipples as she moves her mouth down to her skin as well.

Your eyes can’t look away from the scene.

“Did you do this to her, y/n?” Wanda asks you. It’s rhetorical, as she is sliding down the bed to take off Natasha’s panties before you even have the chance to answer. “You’re always so wet for me, Natasha. Even after all this time.”

Natasha whimpers at the feeling of Wanda’s tongue licking her wet folds.

“Mm, good job y/n. She is already so ready,” Wanda says before she dives in even further. Her tongue works to bring Nat closer and closer to the brink of pleasure.

You hadn’t even realized that you had moved closer to the pair of them until Natasha looks over at you and is barely a few inches away.

“Can I kiss her?” Natasha seemingly asks Wanda. The dynamic between the two of them is beginning to make sense.

“Not yet, krasivaya. I want to kiss her first after I’ve cleaned you up,” Wanda lifts her head up just briefly to speak.

“Please,” you whimper. Nat is even more turned on now that you’ve vocally expressed your want for them.

It takes Wanda only a few more seconds to bring Natasha to her high. She comes with a shout of Wanda’s name, and you feel the ache between your legs become almost unbearable. You reach under the sheets to relieve yourself of some pressure, but even in her orgasm Natasha stops you with her own hand.

“Don’t,” she says.

You do as she says, and Wanda emerges from between Nat’s legs.

“You’ve been so patient, y/n,” she says as she takes the sheet off of your upper body. Her eyes, deep with lust, rake over your bare chest before landing on your lips. “Let me take care of you now.”

Before you can even think, Wanda’s lips finally meet yours. It’s heaven as her lips and tongue taste of Natasha. It feels different than when Natasha first kissed you. But it feels so good as Natasha joins Wanda in pleasing you. Her lips find your nipples as her hand fondles your breasts.

Wanda pulls away from the kiss with a smirk and she kisses Natasha’s temple as she continues to suck on your nipples. Something about the casual intimacy of that kiss makes you whimper with need.

“Oh, do you need some relief, detka?” Wanda asks, knowing the answer is an astounding yes.

“Yes Professor,” you say. Nat moans against your chest as her own hand goes to her core.

“You’re full of surprises, y/n,” Wanda says. “But I have one of my own,” she adds wickedly.

Wanda takes her shirt off and unbuttons her pants. You reach to help her pull them down and she smiles. She knows she’s got you right where she wants you.

When her pants are off, you notice she has a bulge in her underwear. She pulls the strap out of her panties and rubs it with her hand. Your head falls back in pleasure before she’s even done anything to you.

“Well, I wore this for Natasha, but I think you’ve been good enough for it y/n. What do you think, Nat?”

“She’s been so good,” Nat replies.

Wanda kisses Nat briefly before she pulls the sheets back further to see your whole body. Her mouth waters at the sight of your bare body. She kisses you as Nat moves her hand over your folds, ensuring that you’re wet enough for Wanda to enter you. She groans when she finds you soaking.

Wanda slips the strap into you in a fluid motion, and you moan.

“You’re good, baby,” Wanda says sweetly. It’s the first time she’s seemed genuinely soft to you this whole time. “She takes it so well, doesn’t she Nat?”

“Yes,” Nat says.

“Just like you do when you’re being good for me,” Wanda says.

Natasha kisses her ex-wife and with that and the feeling of Wanda inside of you, you have a hard time not cumming immediately. When Wanda slips in and out of you melodically, your pussy clenches around her. The sight of her hair falling over her face as she feels pleasure of her own from fucking you makes her look ethereal.

“Look at you being so ready to come already,” Wanda teases you.

“Can I?” you ask her. Once again finding yourself wanting to listen to her direction.

“I’m feeling generous, sweetheart. So go ahead,” Wanda says.

She thrusts into you two more times before you’re completely coming undone beneath her. Natasha watches in awe as her ex-wife works you down from your high.

“Fuck that was so hot,” Wanda says. She’s breathless as she climbs off of you. You reach over to kiss her. She appeases and then Nat shifts to lay with her head between Wanda’s legs. She takes the strap off of Wanda and returns her attention to her pussy.

“Help me out here, y/n?” Nat asks.

“Oh,” you say as you feel heat cover your body again.

“Do it, krasivaya,” Wanda says. Her hand gently pushing you down to her core.

You listen to her as you and Natasha take turns licking and sucking at Wanda’s pussy and her thighs. God, her thighs crushing you and Nat turn you on again so quickly.

After taking care of both Natasha and you, Wanda is extremely ready to feel some relief of her own. Nat sucks on Wanda’s clit as you kiss her inner thigh. Wanda practically squirms underneath your touch and for once you’ve both taken the control from her.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to-” Wanda begins, but you interrupt her.

“Let go Professor Maximoff,” you say and she’s covering Natasha with her cum within seconds. You’re proud of yourself for hanging with the two older women. Natasha brings you in for a kiss and you taste Wanda on her lips before you take a turn cleaning Wanda up yourself.

Wanda accepts kisses from the both of you. You lay next to her and Natasha lays on the other side of you. Natasha rests her head on your shoulder and Wanda wraps an arm around your bare waist.

“Wow,” you unironically say as you catch your breath.

Wanda flashes you a confident smile and kisses your cheek. Natasha rubs her nose against your neck as her way of agreeing with your short, but accurate statement.

“I think you found a good one here, Natasha,” Wanda speaks to your ex-wife as if you aren’t listening.

“She’s very, very good,” Natasha agrees. Heat rises in you once again at their praise.

“We should do this again sometime,” Wanda says.

“Soon?” you accidentally ask and then close your eyes in embarrassment.

“Someone’s eager,” Natasha smirks.

“Oh, don’t act like you aren’t thinking the exact same thing Nat. You never could get enough of me,” Wanda says. Her fingers lift Natasha’s chin as she kisses her right in front of you.

“You’re right, babe,” Nat says.

“So, you’re probably wondering why we’re not married anymore, huh?” Wanda directs her attention back to you.

“Oh, she probably doesn’t want to know that,” Nat says.

“Y/n, can I tell you?” Wanda asks you with a cute pout on her face.

“Okay,” is all you manage to say. Lying in bed with two gorgeous women is the last thing you expected from this trip, but you aren’t complaining.

Natasha melds further into your side and buries her face in your neck again as Wanda prepares to tell you about their relationship. You’re not sure what to expect, but you’re thankful to whatever stars aligned to bring you to this moment.

Her pretty features contorted in pleasure as she bounced on your fingers. You sat with your back against the headboard, admiring the beautiful queen riding you and chuckled internally at your own luck. You curved your fingers inside her and circled her sensitive bud skilfully with your thumb.

Your free hand reached up to undo the drawstring on the bodice of her nightgown, revealing her soft and supple tits that bounced in rhythm with her. Still looking up at her, you reached forward and latched your mouth round one of her hardened nipples, smiling against her skin as she threw her head back in intense pleasure.

“I’m going to do it again.” She warned with a breathless moan, positioning her hands on your shoulders. She had already came once on your fingers and now you had decided to overwhelm her.

“Please do.” You grinned devilishly up at her.

Before, Alicent’s body had never been treated as her own but as a mere pawn in a political game much bigger than the both of you. It was your own personal mission to ensure that she felt as much pleasure as possible to make up for the lack thereof she experienced from her husband, King Viserys.

Your thumb danced over her clit, increasing in pace as she began to grind herself against your fingers. She bit on her lip, squeezing on to your shoulders as her body started to tremor.

A scream escaped her throat as your fingers still worked on her with vigour. You kissed along her collarbone, whispering small tokens of encouragement.

One of her hands flew from your shoulder to clasp over her mouth. The servants knew that she wasn’t with the king tonight and she was desperate not to rouse suspicion. Her nights with you were her saving grace and she’d do anything not to jeopardise that. Such a task was made near impossible with your clever fingers in her pussy.

As her orgasm started to subside, she looked down to you and kissed you hungrily, mewling slightly into your mouth as you pulled your fingers out of her. It wasn’t long until your hands found her waist and without breaking the kiss, you had spun her round on to her back and were on top of her.

“It’s still sensitive.” She told you in between kisses as she squirmed beneath you. It was clear from the way you had one of her wrists pinned down and were pulling her nightgown up that you wanted another one out of her.

“That’s what makes it better.” You replied, pulling her nightgown over her head so she was completely naked in front of you.

Her milky skin looked even softer in the pale moonlight. Really, it was a shame that such a beautiful body had not been worshipped before. In truth, the King’s neglect of his wife’s happiness angered you but also served as motivation to make up for his shortcomings and make her drunk on you.

You pulled off your own robe to reveal a leather strap, complete with a wooden cock - the very sight of which made Alicent’s eyes widen as she propped herself up on her elbows to inspect it.

One of your friends who worked at a brothel had told you about such an instrument that they had used before on the men from court. You had regaled the story to Alicent one night while she lay on your chest. Whilst you both giggled, you couldn’t help but notice how she looked at you fervently and then went silent, as if she was considering you with it.

“Where did you get that?” She enquired, looking up at you with doe eyes that inspired a deep fire within you.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is what I’m going to do to you with it.” You replied, closing the distance between you both with another deep kiss.

You guided the cock towards Alicent’s entrance, slowly pushing it in and eliciting a sharp gasp from her. She put her arms round your neck, looking down at the gap between you to see the cock seated deep inside her.

You began to slowly roll your hips and couldn’t help but smile as she arched back so that her chest met yours. Your lips found her neck as you began to confidently thrust deeper.

“Is that good, my sweet one?” You mumbled against her skin.

“Yes.” She whimpered, tears forming in the corner of her eyes from all the stimulation.

“All for you, my queen.” You nipped at her neck and curved one of her legs around your hip in order to make her feel as much of your cock as possible. She winced at the further intrusion and dug her nails into your shoulders, dragging them down your back.

You hissed at the pain but enjoyed it simultaneously. Your hand once holding her wrist now moved to press on to her sternum, holding her in place on the bed while you wildly rutted into her.

Clearly, you had found her sweet spot as Alicent began to desperately mewl and wail beneath you. She made some attempts to thrash around as though her body couldn’t possibly contain all of the pleasure. The tears rolled down her face now as she cried out.

“It’s too much!” She pleaded with you. “I can’t!”

“I know you can.” You smirked down at the true beauty before you. Brunette locks scattered across the bed surrounding Alicent’s face with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hanging open. A woman overcome.

You moved your hand previously on her hip to her mouth and slipped three fingers inside. She suckled sweetly on them, moaning against them which, although muffled, sounded like she was being pushed over the edge.

Her hands flew from your back to the sheets at either side of you, raking at them and gripping on them for some sort of reprieve. The young queen spasmed in pleasure beneath you as you continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She bit down on your fingers, clearly overpowered and strung out by all the stimulation.

“That’s it. See, I told you the sensitivity made it better.” You cooed at the delicate woman beneath you who was panting when you pulled your fingers out of her mouth.

Her chest heaved as you placed a single lingering kiss to her lips before laying opened mouthed kisses down her still convulsing body, with an obvious intent of continuing to please her.

“You can give me one more, can’t you?”

***

When you brought Wanda out to the forest, it was under the guise of a picnic. The girl loved any opportunity to get away for a quiet afternoon and more importantly, additional time with you. Simply talking with you was strictly forbidden; it was said that one whispered sentence of a demon’s words in an angel’s ears would ruin them forever— you’d uttered many a sentence just for her and Wanda was still allowed in all of her typical spaces.

You were her friend, you never landed her into trouble even once; someone had to have forgotten to tell her demons weren’t all bad. Maybe it was a day she’d dozed off in school. Whatever it was, the way your tongue was currently teasing at her nipples could only be described as heavenly. “That tickles…”

“It tickles?” Wanda was too cute for words, soaking up every little thing you gave her in the softest of ways. You doubted she knew how to properly describe what your tongue made her feel; the closest word she had was a tickle and you couldn’t wait until the day you introduced her properly. “Where does it tickle?”

Wanda hesitated then, looking away from your smug face. She’d known you enough to realize she’d said something that exposed her inexperience; whenever she slipped up, you exploited it as much as she could. “I’m not saying…”

“Aww, but Wanda…” You bit down on her nipple cruelly, a tiny reprimand for her stalling. She squirmed away, rising higher against the tree trunk you’d laid her back on. “I won’t laugh, I swear. I just want to help.”

The midday light of the heavens shone down on the brunette, highlighting her skin, the radiance of her just barely fluttering wings— that light never hit you. Instead you stayed in the regular daylight, shadows never far from your form. Even the shade of the leaves didn’t fully keep Wanda away from that ethereal glow and as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth, you wondered how much time with you it’d take for that natural glow to abandon her. “Only if you promise to be nice about it?”

“Am I ever anything but nice to you, angel?” Wanda wanted to protest, but even when you teased, you never, to her knowledge, looked down on her. And she liked sharing her secrets with someone who wouldn’t shame her.

“Well.. it tickles here,” she touched the nipple your mouth wasn’t occupying, twisting it between her fingers like you’d shown her previously, “but also, here again.” This time Wanda grabbed your hand, pushing it between the two of you and resting it on her clothed sex. You always reminded her not to touch there; only you could— she trusted you to take care of her special parts.

“Oh, do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Her arms trapped you in place, head settled between her breasts while you stared up at her. Without fail, Wanda was always whiny when you mentioned stopping your teasing. As torturous as it was, she didn’t know there was anything better to be had than when you’d given her. “Please don’t stop..”

Even through her underwear, Wanda was sensitive and as soon as you put the slightest bit of pressure, she was twisting and turning. “Stay still or I really will stop.” To the brunette, it was just a threat, but to you, it was a promise. You had no qualms with backing away and leaving her as she was now. It wouldn’t be the first time. She wasn’t allowed to cum, not that she knew what it was anyways, and in the short while you’d known Wanda, you knew no matter how cruel you were to her, she remained oblivious. Each time you tormented her, she sought you out harder, eager for every minute of undivided attention you gave.

Wanda was obedient as could be, ignoring that treacherous voice in her head telling her to talk back and stilling her hips. It wasn’t easy, having to remind herself of her instructions each time your thumb ran over her white lace. The fabric clung to her, giving you the barest outline of her cunt and you fought instinct to rip it to shreds— this had to be a slow seduction; if you stole everything from her too quickly, you couldn’t keep her the darling innocent girl you adored. “What a good girl… did you realize how wet you’d gotten from this?”

“I didn’t.. I’m sorry…” She was quick to try to move away, instantly scared she’d offended you, but you were faster and used your strength to grip her thigh and keep her in her place. If you were more careless you’d hold her hard enough to bruise, but Wanda was so delicate, her skin always free of injury… it’d raise too many flags for a demon’s handprint to lay claim to her leg suddenly.

One day when she was fully yours you’d mark her however you pleased.

“No need to apologize, dove, it’s cute…” Wanda whined as you stroked over her mound, relaxing fully once more. “You’re cute.” You focused on her clit, rubbing slow circles until her legs fell apart, testing your strict instructions by shimmying further onto your legs. “Does that still tickle?”

“N-No…I like it..” Her cheeks turned pink upon hearing your compliment; Wanda wasn’t stupid, she knew she was pretty. It was hearing it from you that made her feel special. No one looked at her how you did, almost like you wanted to eat her alive. Sometimes it sets alarms off in her head, but your protectiveness over her shut them off. You’d never harm her, not when you’d already had countless chances to already. “You really think I’m pretty?”

“I said cute, not pretty.” She’d frowned at that, even when you trailed kisses down her sternum. If only she knew what you truly thought of her. Sometimes even you didn’t like realizing what your persistent thoughts of Wanda might mean. “You’re more than pretty. I think you’re beautiful. The most beautiful little angel I’ve ever seen.” That righted her mood instantly and the girl erupted in a fit of giggles, her laughter like the more harmonious wind chime.

“If you think that much of me, can you take those off for me?” Wanda batted her eyes with the confidence of someone who always got what they wanted— even if they didn’t know what they were asking for. Besides, she was too precious like this, dress opened to expose her chest, skirt rucked up around her hips to grant you easy access as you pleased.

There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to see her, but again you showed restraint. Despite your nature, you really did pace yourself with your conquest when you could just take and take until she had nothing left to give, but a girl like Wanda was one in a billion and you were determined to keep her that way as long as you both could stand it. “Oh, but I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble. You’re such a sweet girl, you wouldn’t even know what to do.”

Wanda shuddered as your fingertips slid just past the thin material, just enough to feel how soft and warm she was. Oh no, there was no way you could hold off forever; demons were known to be tempting, but no one tells you how enticing angels are. Her inexperience intrigued you, but her own curiosity instilled such a hunger in you, it nearly ached whenever Wanda was too close to you. “Please?”

The plea almost did you in, but you shook your head, willing yourself to take control back. Sometimes you were too lenient with her, blinded by her sweet demeanor. “If you can tell me what you want before I’ve decided you’ve had enough then I’ll give it to you.” There was no way she could; Wanda had no idea how to say she needed your hands on her, maybe in her too where she always found herself clenching around nothing. She hadn’t mentioned that to you yet; Wanda knew you wouldn’t tell her until you thought she needed to know.

“I just… I want-“ The heel of your palm pressed hard against her, cupping her sex until she could feel her wetness sliding down her skin. It wasn’t fair how well you knew her, especially when she’d never been allowed to know herself in such a way. “I don’t know…”

“You don’t?” You leant in, descending on her once more and wrapping your lips around one hardened bud. Wanda keened when you sucked, back arching off the grass and forcing her breast further into your mouth. “You don’t know how to say you want me to lick your cute tits?”

Wanda shook her head; those words would never pass her lips, they couldn’t. She was certain she’d be damned for good. “I do like that..” The tip of your tongue swirled around her nipple, kitten licking it until the poor angel was bucking into your hand desperately. “I like when you put your mouth on them the best.”

It was the most she could manage, shuddering as you blew cold air over the wet patch you’d left. She was used to your touch being hot and more than once, she’d imagined you keeping her warm even on the windiest of days. You dragged the tip of your nose over her chest, rocking your hand between her legs steadily. Wanda was trying so hard not to visibly let on how close to her end she was getting, knowing you’d stop as soon as she showed it— but you knew signs she didn’t know she gave. The slight twitch of her thighs atop your legs, the way she sucked in a breath whenever you paid even the slightest bit of attention to her clit… it was written all over her body.

“My mouth can go other places,” You kissed a devious trail down her abdomen, letting her blunt nails claw at your shirt as you drew close to the hem of her underwear. “It can go all the way down here, and give you such sweet kisses you’ll forget who you are.” Once again you had to hold her in place, Wanda’s hips jerking as you peppered her lower belly with open-mouthed kisses. She had no idea what you meant other than what she’d heard; to her knowledge, kissing was mouth to mouth only, one time her friend was caught with a bruise on her neck from some rougher activity and she was reprimanded so fast Wanda never let her think of it again. Until she met you.

Now Wanda wanted you to teach her everything and you’d been so kind and gracious, letting her feel good and warm each time you were together. Sometimes, much like now, if she kept the perfect rhythm, Wanda swore she could feel something else, but whenever she’d asked you’d tell her not to worry. That stuff wasn’t for good girls to want to do. “Are you going to?”

You hummed at that, genuinely thinking it over. Wanda was so eager, so naïve, leaving herself vulnerable to a demon’s wicked ways. She was so pure and good, and now she was yours to keep that way as long as you wished. Still, you could smell her and fuck if you didn’t want to bury your head between her legs until Wanda passed out. “You want my mouth, angel? Let’s see how you handle it.”

“I’ll be fine! I just want to feel-“ Her sentence halted, cut short by a soft gasp as soon as your lips brushed over her. That cursed fabric still separated you two, but the lace was fine enough that she could feel you still, how you nipped just so, not enough to hurt, never that, only for a taste of how devious you could be with her.

You took your time, selfishly leaving wet kisses all over her already ruined undergarments and her inner thighs. You bit down on the soft flesh until she pushed at your head and you relented; Wanda wouldn’t let you mark her even in the most intimate areas— yet. Returning to your softer side eased her down, her arms relaxing on your shoulders as you kissed the skin apologetically. “Good girl, not even letting me marr your perfect little legs. Can I still do this though?”

Wanda nodded quickly, confirming the pecks you were leaving over her wet folds as if she had a choice in the matter. “Please keep going…” She heard your muffled chuckle, the small vibration forcing her to bite back a groan too loud for how little you’d touched her. You’d once told her she was the most sensitive being you’d ever come across; at first she took it as a compliment, but now she knew you’d seen it as a challenge.

When your tongue began laving over the length of her, savoring whatever sweet taste of your angel you could get, you knew she wouldn’t last long. Wanda had barely had your tongue in her mouth, much less on her cunt, and the moment you looked up at her, head thrown back and chest tight, you knew you had to stop or she’d cum just like that. Poor girl. “See, I told you it was too much for you.”

“No! It wasn’t, I didn’t do anything!” Wanda protested, raising her hips towards your retreating mouth as far as she could. It wasn’t fair; you always stopped when she felt that little knot in her stomach tightening and she wanted that sated too. Asking you only made you dodge the question and she knew better than to inquire anywhere else.

You shook your head, firm in your decision even though instinct screamed at you to devour her until she passed out. “Didn’t do anything yet. You would have if I didn’t pull back.” Strong hands held her hips to the ground while you gave her one last parting kiss, the tip of your tongue seeking out where her clit was undoubtedly just begging to be attended to.

One day, once you played with her enough, you’d be sure to give it all the attention Wanda could stand and then some.

Wanda was positively sobbing as you righted her dress, fixing the top to cover her and straightening her skirt until the most anyone could accuse her of was running home a little too carelessly. “I don’t want to go back yet.”

She was innocent, but she wasn’t stupid. You’d fixed her appearance enough after your stolen moments for Wanda to know when you were getting ready to send her home. “Oh but you have to, little dove. It’s getting late and scary things come out at night! I want you to be safe.” Silently you wondered when Wanda would realize you’re included in the ‘scary things’ category.

“Maybe I could stay with you?” It was a cute request, really, voice as sweet as honey as she sat up to rest in your lap. There was no way you could grant it though, not right now at least. The Frays were the farthest Wanda was allowed to go without raising suspicion and your apartment was far past that. You doubted she’d enjoy the sight of so many creatures just waiting to cause havoc around every corner.

“No, Wanda, you are far too precious for that place and I don’t think you want to sleep out here all night, princess.” You brushed her hair with your fingers as she pouted, shooing away the few stray leaves she’d collected in her tossing. The way she stubbornly clung to you pulled at your heartstrings in a way you weren’t ready for; this was purely for entertainment, not feelings. “Come now, you’ve been so good for me all afternoon, don’t mess it up now. I’ll see you soon.”

Wanda huffed before she pulled away; she hated leaving. Before you, she’d never had any desire to be with anyone but herself, content to live in the clouds for eternity. But now you’d shown her there was more, much more for so many things, and she wanted to know it all— with you. Maybe Wanda had an attachment problem, but she liked you and there was no way you didn’t like her; everyone loved Wanda. Spoiled as she was, the young angel didn’t see why she couldn’t get what she wanted right then. “Fine, but please can it be actually soon? I hate when you’re gone long.”

Meeting up like this was still new, but a few times your time apart was admittedly long. Time worked differently where she was and a long time for her tended to feel shorter for you. You did promise though, if only to empower her to stand up and stretch, watching the sun setting far off behind her. Wanda always looked lost when she had to walk away from you, especially when you still hadn’t moved. You always lingered far after she left and sometimes Wanda worried you were seeing someone else.

“Ah, Wanda.. I need something before you go.” Wanda stared down at you, confused as you held out your hand. She didn’t have anything you would want- oh.

Her eyes followed yours where you were staring holes through her dress and Wanda blushed beet red. “I need those…” No one would know she was without them of course, there was no way anyone would be able to tell. But Wanda would know and every person she passed, every smile she returned on her way home would be hiding the naughty truth that she’d given her underwear away to a demon.

You shook your head and sat forward on your knees, glancing up at her with sincerity only you could tell was completely fake. “But you ruined them anyways, and what would people think if they knew you’d soaked right through your pretty panties? I just want you to look like the best girl I know you are.” Wanda accepted your rationalization, untrue as it was, and shyly shimmied out of her undergarments.

They stuck to her wetness until she pulled them down and as she handed them over, Wanda thought you’d toss them aside, but you surprised her and stashed them in your pocket. She had no idea what you’d use them for, but she was sure they’d be safe with you. When she opened her mouth to say more, clearly stalling walking away, you shushed her and waved her off. “Go home, sweet girl, I’ll see you when I see you.”

Wanda reluctantly accepted, only making it a few steps away before she remembered something she’d been meaning to do ever since she left you the first time. She strided back over to where you sat, bending at the waist to lay an adorable smooch on your warm cheek. “Goodnight, dear one. You better be safe too.”