can i have ceo wanda x female reader where they aren’t able to spend valentine’s together because wanda is away on business in a different city. but she’s back a day later, and she more than makes up for the romance they weren’t able to have on the 14th? (also if it’s okay, can you include vibrator use and wanda having a mild scent kink? thanks a million <3 )
show me all the sugar i’ve been patient for
୨ৎceo!wanda maximoff x fem!reader
frustrated that she can’t spend her favorite holiday with you, wanda makes it up to you a day later with mind-blowing sex
୨ৎtags/warnings: ❍domme!wanda ❍sub!reader ❍cunnilingus ❍use of vibrator ❍mild scent kink ❍mild breast play ❍orgasm control ❍praise kink ❍overstim ❍not proofread ❍men and minors dni
❍wc: 3.2k ❍divider by @pixopix
You never really bought into the Valentine’s Day hype before. To you, it had always been just another corporate holiday. An excuse for people to prove their love for their partners in the most mushy, over-the-top way possible. That is, until you started a relationship with Wanda Maximoff and began to see the holiday through an entirely different lens.
Of course that was probably just because Wanda loved Valentine’s Day. It’s not that she would wait until February 14th to do special things for you. She adored you like crazy and would do special things for you all the time. But she always got so excited about the holiday, which warmed your heart to its very core.
Wanda loved getting to write you heartfelt paragraphs in Hallmark cards. She loved buying you your favorite chocolates accompanied by pretty flowers in prettier vases. She loved getting you those ridiculously cute teddy bears. And she always wanted to take you out to a nice restaurant, the reservation always being made weeks or even months in advance.
Wanda loved love. And she loved getting to show you love. So she was especially devastated that on this Valentine’s Day in particular, she was out of town on a stupid business trip.
She’d been out of the town for the past week, yes, but she’d had every intention of making it back before the 14th. Unfortunately for her, it just hadn’t worked out that way. You’d told Wanda several times that it was okay. That the two of you could do something special together the second she got back, but that didn’t stop your girlfriend from being especially grumpy on your FaceTime call with her.
“This is so unfair,” Wanda mopes into her fettuccine alfredo. “I shouldn’t be eating Italian food with you over a FaceTime call right now. I should just be eating you out,”
You snort into your wineglass. “William Shakespeare, ladies and gentlemen,”
“I’m serious, baby,” Wanda pouts at you through the camera. Her adorable expression softens you immediately. It always does.
“Wanda, baby, this is still special,” you tread carefully. “Sure, we’re not in person, but the distance doesn’t make me love you any less. And I’m sure you feel the same, right?”
Wanda’s shoulders slump on an exhale and she drags a hand through her hair. “You’re right, you’re right. Sorry, I’m being a big baby, I know. It’s just…I swear these business trips always feel ill-timed,” she sighs again and when she looks back up at you, a genuine smile has replaced her scowl. You feel yourself smiling back.
“I promise you we’ll do something special the moment you’re back,” you repeat with conviction.
Wanda nods and you don’t miss the flicker of determination (or perhaps mischief) in her eyes. “Oh, it’ll absolutely be special, my darling,” she drawls. “I’m going to make sure of it. The universe will not get in the way of me giving my baby a special Valentine’s Day,”
You knew Wanda to be nothing less than a woman of her word. She’s always been able to do whatever she set her mind to; it was the CEO in her. So you’re not the least bit surprised when you wake up to a text from her the next morning that reads, ‘Flying home this morning. Should be back by 3. Be ready for me! ❤️’
You smile at the words and climb out of bed for a shower. It wasn’t that you were expecting to get lucky (even though with Wanda being away for the past 10 days, there was no doubt she’d be ravenous), but that didn’t stop you from taking an everything shower anyway. Afterward, you don your prettiest outfit and the Burberry perfume Wanda had bought you for your last birthday.
Your heart follows the same rhythm as the clock as the short hand ticks closer to three. You find yourself watching the front drive from the kitchen window, bouncing on your toes because you need something to do with your restless energy. At a quarter past three, your heart gives an excited flutter as you spot Wanda’s sleek black car pulling in.
You can’t even wait and Wanda is barely out of her car when you sprint out the front door and barrel toward her. Wanda barely has enough time to spread her arms to welcome you as your body collides with hers, making her go ‘oof!’. Wanda chuckles into your hair as your legs wrapping around her waist. She struggles a little to hold you up, but refuses to put you down.
“I see someone missed me,” she whispers into your hair.
“Like crazy,” you respond, making your girlfriend chuckle again.
“Well come on,” Wanda says, carefully bringing you back down to your feet and taking your hand. “Let’s get inside so we can get this belated Valentine’s Day celebration started.”
It isn’t until the two of you are back inside that you notice Wanda’s left hand in the pocket of her expensive coat, clearly hiding something. You turn to face her, a question in your eyes and she grins like a cat with a canary in its teeth before revealing what’s in the pocket—a beautiful velvet box.
“For me?” you ask as she passes it to you.
“For my beautiful girl,” Wanda says, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Couldn’t find a teddy bear that I felt suited you perfectly, so I got this instead,”
You have to snicker at that because whatever jewelry that was in this box definitely costed more than a department store teddy bear, but you decide to let Wanda have this. Opening the box, you gasp at the sight that greets you—a beautiful diamond necklace, twinkling an array of colors back at you as it catches the light.
“Wanda…” you breathe as you pull the necklace out of its cushy white bed, setting the discarded jewelry box on the counter behind you.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my darling,” Wanda says softly, her smile widening as she takes in your awe. “Here, turn around so I can put it on you.”
You turn, letting Wanda slide the necklace around your neck. It’s cold against your skin and makes you shiver slightly. But that could also be due to Wanda’s proximity. “I love you,” she murmurs into your neck, gathering your hair to one side to grant her more access.
Your head tips back and a sigh escapes your lips. Wanda immediately takes advantage, her mouth working greedily up and down your neck, and she hums approvingly at your reaction. Her arms slide around your waist, her touch hungry as she pulls you flush against her, her front pressed to your back.
“I love you too…by the way,” you manage to murmur back between the onslaught of Wanda’s affection.
Wanda smiles into your skin, moving her attention the sweet spot in the center of the back of your neck. She nips the sensitive skin there, drawing another soft sound from your lips. Her hands began to wander, sliding over your curves as if reacquainting herself with the feel of you.
“I imagine you wore this little number for me, no?” She purrs.
“You’d be correct,” you reply with a small grin.
Wanda hums again in something akin to approval. Her hands slide lower until her fingertips flirt with the hem of your dress, playing with the fabric before slipping underneath to trace a path up your bare thighs.
“And these panties? Did I buy these for you?” She asks.
You gasp softly when her fingers locate your inner thighs. “Yes,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper now. A shiver runs down the length of your spine and you feel yourself arching into her touch.
You obey without another word, turning to face Wanda. Your eyes meet hers, her gaze burning with intensity that you know has everything to do with the week and a half you had to spend apart. Wanda’s hands settle on your hips, walking you backward until you’re pressed up against the counter, trapped between her body and the cold marble.
“Do you know how hard it was for me to be away from you for so long, darling?” Wanda purrs, her hand cupping the meat of your right thigh. “Do you know how many nights I had to lie awake touching myself just to get the relief only you can give me?”
Your breath hitches and your cheeks flush. You knew how much you missed each other, but the way she’s laying it all out so unabashedly has heat pooling in your belly.
“I had the same problem, baby,” you reply, your eyes locked with Wanda’s. “No one else can touch me like you do.”
Wanda’s eyes darken. “Ain’t that the truth?” She says. And then she’s sinking to her knees, nudging your thighs open with both hands.
Your heart thunders in your chest and you spread your thighs to accommodate her, a shaky breath escaping your lips as she settles between them, her hands firmly gripping your hips now. You shiver with anticipation.
“Mm, baby,” Wanda murmurs, the tip of her nose just barely brushing at you through the dampening fabric of your panties. “I love your smell,”
A small keening sound escapes your lips as you feel her breath against your clothed center. Her touch is so close, but not quite where you need it and you clench around nothing.
“Wanda…” you breathe out her name, your hand moving to tangle in her hair, desperate for something to hold onto.
Wanda noses at you again before finally, blessedly licking at you through the fabric. Your hips jerk forward, a gasp escaping you at the unexpected sensation. Her tongue is warm and firm, even through the barrier of your underwear, and it feels like pure heaven. Your hand tightens in her hair, your body trembling as she continues to tease you.
“Please, baby,” your voice is rough with need. “Stop teasing,”
“Sorry, detka, but I don’t remember saying you could tell me what to do,” Wanda’s voice is near a growl as she keeps up her maddeningly slow pace. Her fingers are in the mix now, rubbing at your heat over your underwear.
Your back arches and you grind helplessly against Wanda’s hand, seeking more friction. Her words should infuriate you, but instead, they only drive you wilder. You love when she’s got her dominant persona firmly in place.
“I-I’m sorry. I just need more,” you manage to reply, voice hoarse with desire.
Wanda arches a perfectly sculpted brow, pulling back to look at you. “Oh, is it more you need?”
Before you can properly reply, she rises to her feet. “Stay right here,” she says, and then she’s out of the kitchen and you can hear her footsteps padding up the stairs.
You’re left breathless and needy, leaning against the counter for support. It’s quiet in the kitchen aside from your rapid heartbeat and the ticking of the analog clock.
Wanda soon returns with a small pinkish-red device in her hands and a wicked grin on her lips. You recognize it immediately as a vibe toy—something Wanda’s used on you many times to devastating effect—but there’s something different about the one she’s holding now.
“Is that a new one?” you ask.
“It is,” Wanda confirms, her grin growing wider. “This one is app-controlled.”
Your eyes widen, your heart skipping a beat. “W-what does that mean?” You ask, even though you have a pretty good idea about the answer.
“It means I can control it from an app on my phone, darling,” Wanda explains, striding forward until she’s right in front of you again. “And I can adjust the intensity and the vibration patterns at will.”
She leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your neck, her breath hot against your skin. “Do you like the sound of that, baby?”
Little other than a mewling noise of confirmation leaves your lips. Wanda chuckles at your response, her hand sliding up your thigh to rest of your hip. “That’s what I thought,” she murmurs, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare skin. “Now, be a good girl and lift your dress for me.”
Her words send another shiver down your spine, the authoritative tone leaving no room for disobedience.
You do as instructed, lifting the skirt of your dress. Wanda smiles at your underwear—white with pink trim. “Oh yeah,” she says. “Those are definitely the ones I bought you,”
Your cheeks flush at her comment. She’s right, of course. You had picked out the lacy underwear specifically for today, knowing that Wanda would appreciate the sight later.
Wanda’s gaze is heavy on you, her eyes raking over your body, drinking in your figure. She takes her time admiring the view, her fingers trailing lightly over your hip, tracing the edges of your underwear.
“Ready for the toy, baby?” She asks.
Your nod is eager and immediately, a small whine of impatience leaving your lips. You can feel yourself becoming more and more aroused simply from waiting.
Wanda steps even closer, placing the toy against your thigh, but not turning it on yet, just letting you feel the cool touch against your skin. “Why don’t you scoot back a bit for me?” she instructs.
You do as instructed, backing up until your butt bumps against the counter behind you. Once you’re in place, Wanda grind and turns on the toy.
The sudden low hum of the vibrator against your thigh has you shivering, and you can’t help but let out a small gasp. The sensation is familiar, yet still enticing, and you feel your head start to tip back.
Wanda wraps an arm around you, guiding you to turn so that your back is to her chest again. “Feel good, baby?” She murmurs against your ear.
“Y-yes,” you reply, your words barely above a shaky whisper.
“Such a good girl,” Wanda murmurs, her lips placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. And then, she’s sliding your panties out of the way and placing the vibe toy right against your clit.
You can only manage a small nod, your thoughts becoming hazy as the toy begins to vibrate against you at a higher intensity. You already feel like you’re halfway to climax, your body responding to the toy’s every move. A particularly tenacious vibration has your eyes rolling back and your head falling against Wanda’s shoulder.
Wanda’s hands move from your waist, snaking its way up to cup your jaw. “Look at me, baby,”
The stern edge in her voice has you instantly obeying, your eyes fluttering open to meet hers. Her gaze makes your breath catch in your throat. But that could also be due to your approaching orgasm. Wanda holds you captive with her stare, her hand gripping your jaw with just the right amount of dominance.
“There’s a good girl,” she praises. “Think you can handle me raising the intensity just a little more?”
Your nod is almost desperate as your mind clouds with need. A second later, the intensity of the toy increases again and you let loose a strangled moan.
“You’re doing so well for me, darling. I’m so proud of you,” Wanda says, her lips trailing kisses down the side of your neck back down toward your shoulder.
Your hips grind desperately against the toy, the only sound you’re able to let out being desperate moans as you climb higher and higher toward that release.
Wanda watches you carefully, her gaze heated as she takes in the sight of you. "That's it, baby," she murmurs, her voice low. "Take what you need. You're doing so good for me."
Her hand drifts from your jaw, moving down your body. She runs a finger down your chest, tracing a pattern and making your skin tingle, and then she palms at your breast through your dress. "You're so beautiful when you're like this. Completely at my mercy."
The combination of her words, her touch, and the toy has you practically shaking from the mounting pleasure. You're so close, so close. But Wanda knows exactly how to keep you there, just on the edge.
Her hand slips down to your hip, resting there and keeping you still. "Not yet, darling. I want you to wait a little longer," she instructs, her voice soft but commanding. "Can you do that for me?"
Your response is a strangled plea, somewhere between a whine and a gasp. You’re practically detonating with want at this point, but you also know that Wanda’s word is law. “I-I’ll try,” you manage to choke out, voice trembling.
“Good girl,” Wanda kisses your shoulder. “I won’t keep you here much longer, detka. I promise.” Her tongue finds your neck, lapping at the sensitive skin there before nipping gently. “Just a little bit longer, and I’ll give you what you want.”
Wanda keeps you there, right on the edge, and right when you feel you’re about to break down in sobs from the overstimulation, she says those magic words. “Now, darling. Let go for me.”
The moment the words leave her lips, you feel yourself falling. Pleasure spikes through your body and every nerve goes on high alert. White noise fills your head and you let out a loud moan, unable to form words as you completely give yourself over to the sensations.
Wanda is there to hold you through it all, her grip on your hip tight as she whispers in your ear, “Good girl. That’s it, that’s my sweet girl,”
Your body goes boneless as Wanda moves the toy away. Your legs are jelly and you barely register Wanda taking your hand and leading you toward the sectional in the living room. You stumble after her, your legs still shaking from the intensity of your release. You're practically putty in Wanda's hands as she guides you over to the couch and gently eases you down onto it.
She takes a seat next to you, immediately pulling you into her lap. You go willingly, burying your face into her neck and inhaling her familiar scent.
"Such a good girl," she murmurs, her fingers running through your hair in a soothing gesture. "You were perfect, darling."
“C-can you do me a favor, Wanda?” You utter once you manage to locate your voice.
Wanda’s hand continues to play with your hair. “Of course, darling. What do you need?” she responds softly.
“Go on business trips more often? I want the sex to always feel like that,” you breathe.
Wanda is silent only for a moment as she lets your words sink in, and then she chuckles. “Oh, so you want me to go away more often so that when I return, I can send you into sensory overload like that. Is that what I’m hearing, baby?”
You nod into her chest. “Precisely.”
Wanda chuckles again. “Well,” she gently guided your head back so that she can look you in the eyes. “I might have to see if that can be arranged,” and then she kisses you deeply, getting your heart racing all over again.
