Summary: What happens if you fall for your Mom’s best friend?
Wanda was Natasha’s best friend, aka your mother’s best friend. Now, there was nothing wrong about thinking she was pretty, but ‘pretty’ wasn’t the only word you would describe her, god, she was breath-taking, not just in a friendly-way, to you, she was the hottest woman alive. You couldn’t deny that you haven’t thought about her at night with your hands buried between your thighs… she was your kind of woman.
Although you were head over heels for Wanda, you knew that there was no way anything could happen, for god’s sake, she was practically almost twice your age.
One night, Natasha had invited the Avengers to your house for dinner, celebrating their success on the new mission. You were visibly excited when she mentioned that Wanda was coming over, you wasted no time getting ready, putting on a short dress and making sure you looked good for her.
A couple of hours later, the doorbell rang, “Y/n, dear, would you get the door please?” Natasha yelled from the kitchen as you dragged your feet to the front door.
You slowly opened it, groaning before you brought your eyes up to the person standing in front of you. Your breath hitched when you realised who it was- there she stood, the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on, smiling down at you as you stared at her star struck.
“You gonna let me in, cutie?” She giggled, cocking her head to the side.
“U-Uh y-yeah.” You stuttered, moving aside to let her in.
She muttered something like ‘adorable’ under her breath, barely above her whisper, sending chills down your spine as you shut the door with a deep sigh.
“Wanda! God, you’re early.” Natasha said, strolling out of the kitchen as she engulfed her in a hug.
“Can’t help it, I’m excited to see someone.” Wanda replied, shooting you a quick wink before Natasha could see, leaving your mouth hanging wide open, trying to digest everything that happened.
“Well since you’re already here, you can help me set up the table.” Your mother said, dragging her away into the kitchen, leaving you alone as you silently screamed, pushing your face into the pillow as your heart raced.
A few minutes later, everyone was gathered at the dining table, eating and laughing as they took turns to tell stories about their missions. However, Bucky was sat beside you, and he was clearly flirting with you the whole night, he placed a hand on your thigh, causing you to drop your fork onto the table with a loud ‘clang’, making everyone turn to you.
“You okay, kid?” Stark asked as you cleared your throat.
“Y-Yeah, just s-slipped out of my hand.”
“I’m sure she’s fine.” Bucky retorted, winking at you, making Wanda growl. “What about you, doll? You have a play thing to bring home yet?” He asked, nudging your arm slightly.
“N-No, I don’t.” You chuckled dryly, avoiding eye contact with him, accidentally locking eyes with Wanda. It seemed like she had already been watching you for a while, her lips tugged into a smirk when you shyed away from her.
“I could show a princess like you should be treated by a real man.” Bucky cooed, throwing his arm around your shoulders as you smiled up at him.
“Excuse me for a moment, I need to freshen up.” Wanda choked out, throwing her utensils down, storming away up the stairs before she stopped halfway, turning around again to face you. “Y/n, could you show me where the bathroom is?” She smiled slyly.
You slowly stood up as everyone started their conversation again, ifnoring the two of you. When you got to where she was, she roughly grabbed your hand, pulling you away upstairs before you could say anything. When you got upstairs, Wanda immediately pulled you into the bathroom, locking the door shut behind you as she cornered you against the door.
“God, I hate Bucky.” She sighed before capturing your lips in her, shutting you up, catching you by surprise as you slowly melted into the kiss.
When she pulled away, you gave her a soft whine, aching for more of her, “You look absolutely gorgeous today, cutie, did you know?”
You slowly shook your head, still trying to digest everything that happened.
“Don’t let Bucky touch you like that again, Y/n, or I swear to god, there will be consequences. I hate people touching what’s mine.” She whispered, kissing sucking on a soft spot on your neck before leaving you stunned in the bathroom.
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